#oh damn I made a typo in that first tag. how he not his he
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Y’know I think all of Char’s divorces could be explained by him being aroallo and trying his best to be alloallo because he doesn’t realize he’s aroallo. But also I’m not sure the world is ready for rep like that
#because like. it’s an extension of his he tries to conform to people’s beliefs thoughts on who he should be#so at military school everyone thinks he and Garma should be a power couple. so he does his best to be that kind of boyfriend with Garma#and then the aristocracy thinks he should have an awkwardly younger bride that he marries for political power. so he seduces Haman#and then Reccoa thinks he should be a domineering presence in her life but at this point it’s been YEARS and he can’t keep up the act any#longer because he DOESN’T feel that way!#and nobody really expects him and Amuro to have a relationship so what they have both isn’t romantic and is more genuine than any other#relationship Char had! but he’s already burnt himself out so horribly trying to be who everybody wants him to be. so he goes and he makes#his own faction so that he’ll be able to have death by Amuro#but like. it’s too easy to read that as “oh aroallo people are evil and manipulative about their relationships’’ instead of “Char Aznable#is always trying to play the part someone else wrote for him and that causes massive tragedy when he reaches spots where he CAN’T play that#part because he doesn’t have those feelings and a lot of pain would’ve been solved if he hadn’t had to act like he did have them’’#this I say#mobile suit gundam#char aznable#meta#<- I guess?#oh damn I made a typo in that first tag. how he not his he
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am i the only one who's about to explode by thinking of a bodyguard ghost??? like he's... extremely on another level please help me !! i actually hate this and might delete this pls forgive any mistakes ans typos it's 3am . i feel like i forgot some tws and tags but oh well idc
★ obv bodyguard!ghost + pwp + just unholy thoughts + descriptions of masturbating + very brief mention of idk just a heated argument + ghost is kinda voyeur here
You have no idea how the two of you ended up like this. You clearly remember that you were screaming at Ghost's face. The reason was something completely dumb...like, he probably insulted one of your friends and you just exploded. You've been feeling on the edge because of him for the last week now—you cannot even count the times that your hand, completely out of your control, has traveled down on your body once you were alone to touch yourself.
As you think of him.
That fucker.
Ghost can easily get under your skin without even trying, it's like a love-hate relationship. You've known him for many long years—he has always been right there, next to you whenever you turn your head around to see him. He's protected you, spoiled you maybe even more than your parents did. Well, there have also been countless times that he annoyed you so much that you just wanted to slap him across his face but you just let them pass. You're used to Ghost, and he's used to you.
You should be mad at him now, your body should be on fire just by how angry you're at him but... your hand keeps traveling down on your body. You get comfortable on your bed, letting your body meet with the soft mattress as your legs immediately spread apart as if on autopilot mode. One of your hands easily travels underneath your shirt to touch your perked nipples, your fingertips pinching them just to feel a bit more. Your other hand slips past your soaked panties, and you realize that you're embarrassingly wet—with every move of your fingers you can hear a slick sound that's faint, yet loud enough to echo in your empty room.
You throw your head back when your trembling fingers start to rub circles against your clit, gathering the wetness and spreading it all over to make it easier for you to move your fingers in circles. Your eyes are shut, and you feel yourself taking short and erratic breaths as your fingers keep rubbing circles. No matter how you do or what you do, the mere idea of being stretched by Ghost's cock just doesn't leave your mind. Your fingers don't feel thick enough, they don't reach the parts that you want them to reach—and that's getting frustrating. You're usually so careful about being quiet in order not to get caught, but the feeling is overwhelming; you think that you might cry. That's why a soft, yet a bit louder than ever whine falls from your lips. You don't think that it's dangerous because everyone except Ghost is outside, your parents work long hours and that's why Ghost has become a babysitter as well as a bodyguard—that's what he says, but you know that he's trying to annoy you.
Since you two have argued like fifteen minutes ago, and his mad and hoarse voice somehow made you wet, Ghost must be outside on the balcony. He's probably smoking.
Right?
You feel your bed being crushed down under someone else's weight, and you want to open your eyes but the scent is all too familiar. And you feel like you're about to explode from embarrassment. Ghost rests his hands on your bare thighs, his fingers grazing the soft skin with such gentleness that you struggle to hold back a whimper. It's a small touch— it's obvious that he's testing the waters first.
"You're making it hard to be around you," you hear him whispering, his voice is dangerously low. You finally decide to open your eyes, to see him without his damn mask and he's already looking up at you. However, he breaks the eye contact as soon as you look back at him—he's now looking at your thighs, his lips touch your inner thigh as he speaks. "But you're also making it hard not to be around you."
You can't believe he's admitting it.
"Please—Ghost, I—," you barely whisper, your voice is shaky as your fingertips burn to feel Ghost's soft hair. "I'm... I just," it's impossible for you to explain yourself, but then again you don't have to do it since everything's pretty clear. Ghost is breathing so heavily against the skin of your inner thigh, and he's not done—for fuck's sakez he's not even started yet. Ghost's hands skillfully reach down to your sides, and he drags you against him to make you feel just how much he wants you. You hear the sounds of fabric as your body is pulled down on the bed, you're almost at the edge of the bed now while Ghost is kneeling down in front of you. He doesn't speak for a while, and you feel yourself get even more stressed. It's obvious that he has no problems with what you've been doing, but damn it, say something.
"You're perfect," he hisses, he sounds almost out of breath as he whispers against your skin. You feel him pulling your panties up, letting the already soaked fabric cover your wet pussy again. "You're so perfect."
And that's probably all you need to hear, you're way too gone, too overwhelmed to care about the consequences. You can worry about them later, but you know that this is mutual, and he wants you as much as you want him. He kisses you, it's a gentle peck on the lips first. But then, he gets harder and harder, pushing you back against the bed and holding onto your hips tighter— and you realize that he's making you think about only how badly you want him inside you. The way his big, calloused hands are touching your bare thighs, the way his kisses are getting more and more intense... He's getting you to feel hot enough to make you melt in his presence.
"I was waiting for the fun part to come," he breathes out, "But you take damn too long."
There's a moment of silence.
"I can help you with that."
You make a sound like a whine, like a soft cry of pleasure—all of those anxious thoughts that say you've embarrassed yourself are gone in a minute. Your body aches, you can feel your heartbeat getting faster just by the thought of Ghost finally filling you up to the brim.
He leans in, his broad shoulders are enough to make you disappear under his body as he presses his lips against yours desperately. There's something almost feral in the way he kisses you, as if he's even more impatient than you are. As if he's been waiting for this to happen for a long time.
Ghost's breath grows more and more desperate as the two of you kiss; his tongue licking into your mouth as your teeth bite into his bottom lip, your bodies are pressed against each other as much as they can. The feeling of him rubbing circles against your clit through the fabric of your panties drives you crazy and you feel your breath being stolen from your lungs. You need to feel him, somehow; it doesn't matter if he pushes his fingers or decides that he can pound into you, you just need him. Not through the damn panties, you need to get rid of them.
He's kissing you fiercely now, his tongue tasting your lips and then sliding inside your mouth greedily. His hands are working on your trembling body, touching your pussy through the fabric; you feel like crying, he should take it off.
"This feels so good," Ghost says, his voice is deep and it feels like he's speaking in your head. "Doesn't it? Don't you think that I can do a better job of filling up that cunt?" Ghost asks, and you know that he's taunting you—but you can't stay under that now, can you?
"Take them off," you breathlessly whimper, it's something like both a beg and a demand—Ghost can take whatever suits him. "Please, just take them off."
Ghost lets out a groan, and it's clear that hearing what you just ask him to do is driving him insane. If he was desperate to kiss you before, he's desperate to make you bury your face into the damn pillow and pound into you until your pussy remembers the shape of his dick.
"You're so wet," he chuckles deep in his throat, staring down at you for a moment as if he's trying to gather himself before he gives you what you want.
"I should keep your panties with me, you know," he lets out a deep sigh as his fingers hook around your panties and pull them down slowly but surely. As he keeps talking to you, his voice lowers. "You're not the only desperate one here."
He finally pushes a finger in, letting your walls stretch slightly to the feeling of his thick index finger—but you still feel like that's not thick enough. You're greedy when it comes to him. Your moans turn into whines as he adds the second, and the thirs finger without any prior warning. He's moving his hand quite fast now, causing your legs to tremble as your fingers wrap around his thick biceps—all you can do is cry out, whines and whimpers and string of curses fall from your lips as Ghost toys with you. Your body tenses up when his hand starts to move a bit faster, his fingers curling inside you until he finds a spot that will have you begging for more. He succeeds, and it causes your walls to get tighter around his fingers.
"Do that again for me," he mumbles against your mouth, breathlessly. "Do that again for me when I'm inside you, baby."
"It would be such a disgrace if I never tried to make you feel good," he whispers. His breath is hot against your neck. "But look at you... what happened to that fierce girl? All I'm seeing is an obedient little girl, my sweet girl, who's already getting dumb without being filled up properly."
"Oh, I hate you," you reply, your voice is low and filled with desperation as you wet your lips with your tongue. The more Ghost makes you wait, the more you feel like crying.
"Of course, you do," he replies, his voice is full of sarcasm. "That's why you're dying to get your pussy filled by me, correct? You're lucky that you're not the only one who does this," as Ghost speaks, you feel him moving around—and soon after the sound of his belt coming undone is heard. He doesn't even bother to get rid of his clothes properly, he just pushes his trousers down before he pushes your shirt above just a bit to indicate that he wants you to take it off.
Who are you to say no?
Your trembling fingers grab the hem of your t-shirt and you take it off with one swift motion, letting the piece of clothing fall to the floor.
You're way beyond gone at this point, your mind is empty, so no words come out from your mouth. You feel Ghost pulling you closer to himself on the bed. He's resting his knees on the edge of the bed as leverage while holding you by your thighs and making you spread your legs as much as you can. He's always wanted to touch you, fill you up, and the way you're looking at him through your heavy-lidded eyes is making it even harder for him to resist you.
"You know," he murmurs, "I would imagine us all over the place— my room, the backseat of cars or a damn parking lot, some closet, bending you over any surface that I find as soon as we step back in the house." His voice is thick with lust, it's like he's ready to devour you, consume you until there's nothing left of you. "I imagined you in my lap, your legs open for me, and..."
Ghost doesn't finish his sentence and instead, he finally gives you what you've been craving all along. He's big and thick, and the moment you feel the tip of his cock pushing inside you let out a soft yelp—Ghost is slow until he's fully in you, and just as you think that he'll give you some time to adjust to his size, he mercilessly thrusting. Sharp and powerful, almost abusing your cunt as his big hands spread your pussy even more just for his hungry gaze.
"I always felt like I was going to explode." You can hear him grunting, letting out low and deep sounds of pleasure as he mercilessly fucks into you. Your body moves up and down on the bed, putting on a show for Ghost that'll just drive him insane with how you look. He leans in, and his tongue licks hot stripes all over your chest before he takes one of your nipples in his mouth. His tongue flicks around it, his teeth gently and teasingly bite into it just to see your reaction. Every time you're slightly overwhelmed and sensitive, your walls clamp around his cock, making Ghost let out a string of curses as his grip on you tightens more and more.
He wraps his arms around your waist, gently rolling over to let you lie on top of him—his body presses into the mattress. You find yourself sitting on top of his body, his arms wrapped around you and his face in between your breasts. "Ride me," he whispers. "I wanna come inside you like this," and he's so, so cruel—how can he talk to you like that when he knows you're so, so, so sensitive. You whine, your arms tightly wrap around his neck as you start to do as you're told; but you're so close, so, so, so close that your movements become sloppier and messier.
"Can't," you gulp. "I can't, Ghost—," your words are breathless and low, your vision is blurry as you come all over his cock without even having the chance of letting him know. But that's Ghost, and Ghost knows you very well. He knows you better than you know yourself. "Yes, sweetheart," he whispers against your chest. "Go ahead, show me how you do it. I promise I'll make you feel even better than this."
#cod mw smut#ghost cod#ghost mw2#ghost smut#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#simon ghost x reader#simon riley imagine#simon ghost x you#simon riley x you#simon riley x reader#ghost riley#simon riley smut#ghost riley smut
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Cosy cuddles
Bob x reader
Summary: After your very heated introduction with Bob, he was all you needed to find happiness again.
Warnings: fluffy, sweet Bob
A/N: it's a short one, I'm having a hard time writing fluffy things at the moment. Sorry for possible typos, keep in mind English is not my first language.
Mood 🎵:
How they met: beautiful angel
One date had quickly turned into two and the count was now on ten. Most dates had ended in one of your bedrooms, or somewhere on the way, cause yeah, you were just too damn addicted to each other and everything was just perfect. It was needless to say you had a bunch of your stuff over at Bob's place and vice versa.
The dates were now turning into stay overs, walking hand in hand on the beach, meeting with his friends -and sometimes bringing your friend/coworker with you for Phoenix- at the Hard Deck, the more typical boyfriend-girlfriend things. His work did as you promised him not form a hardship in your relationship, as you always found a way to make it work. If it was hard to find a moment to meet, you were sending voice messages to each other, sometimes just sleeping next to each other was the only free moment you had together, but that didn't matter, you were with each other and that was all what mattered.
His friends were had welcomed you immediately in their group, making you feel like one of them and not the new one. They were all incredibly friendly, maybe a bit weird, but all so wonderful. On the side, they had stopped crashing parties.
You can say with your hand on your heart you were feeling the happiness you actually deserved.
Today was one of your date days. He asked to meet you after work to firstly eat an ice cream, it was one of the things you had discovered you had in common, a sweet tooth and your love for eating ice creams at the beach. It was wonderful letting your feet get sucked in the wet sand, the water washing over your feet and occasionally splashing some water at each other. Afterwards he had chosen Italian for dinner in the cosiest restaurant you had ever seen. It was small, with the classic red and white squared table cloth, a little flower on the table and the room lit up with warm light. The day had been perfect, even more than perfect, but there was something lingering on your mind and it made you a bit scared. Bob had proven up until now he was different, that he didn't want to loose you either. But with your history, you needed reassurance sometimes. Normally you'd love it when Bob started attacking you with kisses, knowing where that would lead up to. But today was different.
"I'm sorry Robby I need you, but not in that way." You said with a quiet voice.
"Snuggle time angel?" Bob knew you already enough after two months to what you meant most of the times. He picked you up bridal style to his bed, you burying your nose in his t-shirt, loving how he felt and smelled. He let you change in one of his shirts and joined you on his bed. You were laying curled up, face to face and legs intertwined, feeling his warm hand on your waist. This was what you needed at times and Bob was able to provide it to you without the need to say it with words.
"You don't need to be scared my angel." You snuggled up even closer, letting your head rest on his chest.
"What if I'm not enough Robby?"
"Oh my sweet angel, you are more then enough, you are perfect. I promise you." You laid your head on his chest, immediately calming down from hearing his heartbeat. He has been the only person ever be able to make you feel at ease this quickly, his soft touches, his sweet voice, his carefulness, the way he understood you. Before you could register it all, a deep slumber took over you and lead you to dreamland.
" I love you beautiful angel, always." Bob whispered before falling asleep too.
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Alive human Side AU concepts moment
Hi! Hi!, I have many concepts of Alive human side AU but lazy to draw it, I have other bad brainrots on other fandom sorry for not being active on Phandom but I will show you how many concepts and plots this AU has
A poll for…
Oh god I made a poll just to defend whether or not calling Alive human!Danny in AU as Soot permanently or not- I'm still calling Alive human!Danny as Soot is here to prevent confusion ahahah 👍
Relationship with Clockwork
So after reading a fanfic & knowing that motive and how Clockwork changes the timeline…
I DIDN'T EXPECT THAT A CLOCKWORK TO GIVE DANNO 'A LESSON' OH MY GOD- DANNY WAS JUST 14 YEARS OLD AND NAIVE AND THE CLOCKWORK TRAUMATED HIM IN THE WORST WAY EVER-!!
So- for how many reasons does Soot hate ClockWork so much. He hated how Clockwork made a younger version of him go through such a horrific traumatic experience by having him fight Dan only to create a branching timeline where Dan didn't exist.
Rationality and morality Soot doesn't like and is very much against clockwork's decisions sounding very selfish just to teach his younger version a 'lesson', Danny is naive and very stressed with exams he just needs to be given enough motivation and support to not cheat and also not to let damn nasty burger sauce from exploding… Soot always thinks why Clockwork doesn't help him or something? He can still save his timeline from Dan with how much help he can defeat Dan then get back to get half of his ghosts back & anyrhing will be okey but it never happen he feels unfair… plus now Dan is kind of symbolic of the 'Paradox' now because he exists outside of the timeline and that makes Clockwork's actions is more like a fatal failure for him.
Beta concept
At first I wanted Soot to return to the timeline that Soot changed & disguised himself as someone who works at Fenton Works… This is really the initial concept, the motive here is unknown (because my head is empty thinking about the plot)… But this plot is still can be maintained I think.
I can make fanfic but I doubt I can make it very good, I just made concept for fun… So if you want to use my concept for fanfic I totally okey- just credit me and tag me because I want see and read it 👉👈 hehehehe
relationship with Valerie
I want to focus this AU on Grey Ghost… They deserve more screen time and more development between them.
Soot is somewhat obsessed with being by Valerie side because all these years Soot has felt incomplete, empty & lifeless because his half ghost side is the embodiment of most of his desires… Without it he like walking corspe everday… But when he is with Val something awakens something in him, love? Obsession? Soot doesn't know but he feels alive again when he's with Valerie. On the other hand Valerie is filled with guilt for not being able to prevent the creation of Dan and help Danny, sometimes she tries too hard to be strong and blames herself… When Soot comes to Amity Park to help... Val she feels he is familiar with Soot but she doesn't believe him, she has heard that Soot is a crazy man who blows up something & it bad. But Soot always gets too sticky and it always ends up in them always being together. At end Valerie knows Soot is Danny but she likes this version of Danny too much Soot is charismatic but has no purpose…
Random themes for them (also compatible with c!tntduo if you don't mind) pog-
I want to redesign Alive human!Danny a bit but… Pls… + personal note
I MISS C/Q!TNTDUO!!! I MISS GREY GHOST!!! DEAR GOD— I MISS MY LITTLE MEOW MEOW!! *CRYING* and sorry if i typo guys :'[
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hello do you write smut? asking for incubus obi wan 😩
ahaha my first time writing smut, but I know how it works soooo <3
warning: typos, bad grammar, bad plot as well, 18+ content!!!!, fem reader
his likings.
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“Okay, so you are a general there? interesting, and if you are asking about the blood for the pentagram is that it’s from a goat’s blood, I killed it myself, damn I hate that but for the blood, I must say it’s good, Whaddaya think?”
“this one human sure talks a lot huh”
“General Kenobi, are you listening?”
“Why yes, of course, I could say your blood for the pentagram is not bad, anything else you want to ask, little human?” he answered, looking at you while smiling
“I still have a lot, but maybe we could take a break” you replied, holding a cup of tea that you made before the interview session started, you sipped it for a bit and then sigh.
“You know, I was a bit surprised to see you just laying on my couch the moment I came home, plus you don’t wear absolutely anything, now you need to wear my brother’s old clothes, even though a bit tight...” you look at Obi from his head to his leg, well you must say
he’s kinda... sexy? but you let it pass, every single incubus and succubus has a well amazing body, to seduce of course.
“I can read your thought little one”
you choke on your tea, and then you hummed. shoot, you forgot they can do that, “Sorry I’ll try to be careful with my silly thought next time” you apologize, try to forget your previous stupid mind and focus on enjoying your tea
“Well, too late to erase your naughty thought little one” You look at him who’s smirking and then you hummed again
“Well, you have a good proportion of body, I mean who will not have the same thought with me?” you swing your hands and poke his chest before you try to sit again on where you sat before, but he immediately stops you by kissing your lips passionately.
“What-!? don’t touch your lips there or I’ll- mphh!!” you try to resist but there’s no use, he’s got you now, now look at you being held by him, as you try to push his face away.
“you talk too much, I suppose in this way you’ll become quiet, perfect to my liking” he spoke, holding your face, looking at you breathing harshly, gasping for air, and doesn’t dare to look at him, how cute.
“Why don’t we continue our asking session like this hm? wouldn’t it be fun?”
he runs his hand through your shirt, touching your stomach, and playfully runs his hand to your chest, smirking along the way he runs his hand. even if you don’t want to be in a position like this, he already locked you down, so you could behave instead, since there is no use for fighting right now
“May I ask some questions for you as well? it will be a pleasant moment to know more about you” while his other hand pins both of your hands to the couch, you could still move your face away from him, letting out strangled noises while trying to let go of his hands.
“Look at me, look at me, don’t be scared like that, I don’t bite~,” he says to reassure you, placing his lips right to your jaw and then moving to your neck. “But you can fuck” you shortly replied right before you let out a shocked lil moan after he kisses you on the neck.
“Oh yes, that’s what I do darling”
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“Well? speak again love, tell me more about you, don’t be shy, just speak.”
he passionately continues kissing your neck, biting, and licking it, while his hand fingers your pussy
“I- I take my college after that and then i- Fuck-! fuck.. I can’t talk like this.. please...”
you squirm around as he hit you in the right spot, but it didn’t last long since the moment he kept you stay still because it looks cute for you to move around right where he touches the perfect spot, but he needs you to stay still.
“What do you mean you can’t talk? I don’t even shut that pretty lips of yours right now” he replied with a whisper voice but loud enough for you to hear, and as he spoke, he held your body even tighter from behind, not wanting you to move, just want to hear your voice.
“See? It’s not even close for me to touching your lips like this, stop sputtering nonsense darling” but when he said that, the more he touches you that makes you can’t talk like he asks you to.
“I can’t... answering if you keep touching me like this...”
he went silent for a bit, and then he hummed, “Well, not so good reason if you shy to talk, plus you‘re being so aggressive all the time, not so good attitude, princess.”
the moment he lets you go and he gets up, you immediately catch your breath and then close your trembling legs together, lean against the couch with a heavy breath, you could relax for a while, but not so long until you start to think where did he go
just to find him standing in front of you
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“Obi- Obi! don’t touch there.. don’t touch the- ahh~!! fuck- fuck- Obi..”
now your feet are off the ground, your shaking hands try to reach his arms that are holding your tiny body, your tiny body that is surprisingly able to take him so well, so good, just for him.
“Obi.. too much- It’s too much.. Mnhh-!! no no no no~..”
if you’re focused enough, you’ll be able to see his cock bulging so big at your stomach, that you could feel his cock twitching every time he moved it in and out (damn I’m screaming while typing this )
“Well look at you, I know you love that, sooner or late you’ll be able to do more than this, just for me ‘kay? taking me so well like this, I’ll let that bad words coming out from your mouth pass this time”
he places a mark on your shoulder while he pounced on your hole once again before he cums a lot on you.
“Don’t waste what I gave you, don’t be like last time darling, take every single drop of it, nu-uh take it, take it~”
The moment you impressed him, he brush your messy hair and place a kiss on your forehead, and he lets you take a few breath.
"Hm.. You think i'm done with you? " The moment he said fhat, you immediately look at him in shock and exhausted face
"We are done.. Right? "
"Well if you's think like that, you're absolutely wrong darling, many things we should try until next morning understand? "
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the girl with the rings- Charlie Ross x Reader
summary: your uncle asks you to join a mission but one of the rule was to NOT flirt with the recruit... he never mentioned developing a crush..
wc: 4,790
warnings: nothing? idk, probably many typos
a/n: AAAHHHH here it is!!! tackling Charlie now is interesting and new and i’m looking forward to writing more for her. lmk what you guys think and if you wanna be tagged :) happy reading 🦋
London, 1979
I just arrived at the train station and stood outside waiting for my uncle as the sky turned a gloomy gray. He had called me a week prior, asking for my help in this new mission he was about to operate. Normally, he would ask one of my parents but ever since they passed away– 15 years ago– I was his only option. The only person he could actually trust with this stuff.
A few minutes before the rain started, my uncle finally pulled up in his car. He was wearing his usual suit with his glasses and his hair was turning gray. His mustache looked the same at least. I leaned down and waved at him through the window before he got out of the car, pulling me into a warm hug.
“Hey, kiddo.” He muttered into my hair. “How was the trip?”
“It was okay.” I shrugged. “Like every other train ride.”
“Yeah, you’re right kid.” He chuckled and grabbed my suitcase, automatically grunting. “What do you have here Y/n? Bricks?”
“Uncle Marty..” I rolled my eyes, knowing he was joking.
“I know, I know.” He laughed, slamming the trunk shut. “Let’s go.”
The car ride was silent at first, neither of us talked much until Queen came on the radio which made us both sing. Our music taste was pretty much the same, it was the one thing we bond over when I was little. After a few songs, we fell into a comfortable silence again as we drove by a park.
“So what is this mission about?” I asked, rummaging through my bag to pull out a cigarette.
“I’m surprised you ask now.”
“Well it’s better than in the house.” I shrugged, putting the cigarette between my lips and lighting it. “You don’t know who can be listening.”
“Smart girl.” Uncle Marty smirked as I rolled down the window.
“Well, you taught me that.” I muttered, leaning back in the seat. “So? What is it?”
“We wanna catch a terrorist.” Uncle Marty said dryly, making me turn to him. “And you’re gonna help us.”
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“Have you called Gadi yet?” I asked, sitting down on the couch while looking at the files.
“You still remember him?” Uncle Marty asked, grabbing the phone.
“Well yeah, how could I not?” I chuckled. “He was the finest eye candy whenever I visited you at work.”
He laughed before calling some guy named Shimon. I don’t know who it was but they were talking about some girl. Probably a new recruit. I drowned out his voice, focusing on some pictures of the “easy” target. His name was Michel or Salim. I wasn’t sure, there were too many names on these damn papers.
“Hey, Uncle Marty?” I asked, looking up from the pictures. “What exactly am I supposed to do?”
“You’re gonna work with Gadi the whole time.” He said, looking over at you. “Oh and Charlie too.”
“Who’s Charlie?”
“The actress we’re hiring.” Uncle Marty replied and threw a pack of photos in front of me. “That’s her.”
I looked down and was immediately stunned. Charlie was a stunning woman. Everything about her was somehow… perfect. Her nose was small and perked up at the tip. Her hair was blonde and curled. She had a beautiful smile too, very bright and welcoming. And her hands..
“The girl with the rings?” I asked, pretending to not know. My uncle nodded and continued his conversation on the phone.
“You like her?” He asked, breaking my trance.
“Uh yeah… yeah.” I cleared my throat. “She’s hot.”
“I knew you’d like her.” Uncle Marty chuckled as he walked towards the door. “Get your coat, we’re gonna visit someone.”
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We stood outside an apartment almost an hour later. I didn’t know who we were visiting but something told me that it was a new recruit. Or just someone that might help us in this. My uncle knocked on the door, for the third time, before it finally opened. To reveal a familiar skyscraper of a man.
“Gadi?” I questioned, looking up at him as I took off my sunglasses.
“Y/n?” He muttered, staring down at me. “Long time no see.”
“Yeah, it’s been a few years.” I chuckled nervously, feeling the awkward tension in the air. “How are you?”
“Just hanging in there..” Gadi muttered and stepped aside, letting me and my uncle walk in. “Would you like some tea?”
“Sure, yeah.” I shrugged looking over at my uncle as he walked past me.
The apartment was dark and a bit dirty. It made me sad to see Gadi in this state. His hair was pretty long and his facial hair looked like it hadn't been touched in weeks. Gadi wasn't the type of man to let himself go this low but here he was. Alone in a dark apartment. My uncle looked around and, deciding to ignore, he sat down on an empty chair in front of the couch. He then leaned to the side to the small tv so he could play Charlie’s audition tape.
Gadi came back with a tea pot and some cups but instead of sitting, he lowered the volume of the video before pouring the hot liquid into the tea cups. Uncle Marty pulled out the files and placed them on the coffee table in front of Gadi, before leaning back on the chair. Gadi then moved to sit on the couch and grab the papers as I walked around the apartment. Me, being nosy, I walked into the kitchen and looked in the sink before back out to the dining room.
“Doing your usual check up?” Gadi broke the silence, making me jump.
“You know it.” I replied. “I have to make sure you didn’t secretly turn into a terrorist too.”
Gadi chuckled and returned his vision to the pictures. I could tell that his brain was going ballistic with all that information. He was strategizing already. That was just the kind of man he was.
“Charlie here could learn from you, Gadi.” Uncle Marty said, placing his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward. “Surpass you, perhaps.”
I took a breath and dug my hand into my purse as I licked my lips to pull out a cigarette. This conversation was clearly dreadful.
“I thought Charlie was a boy’s name.” Gadi muttered, causing me to chuckle under my breath.
“We will do it right this time.” Uncle Marty said in a serious tone but instead of the man replying, he just threw the pictures on the table and leaned back on the couch. He sighed and muttered “Let’s go, Y/n.”
I looked over at them to see my uncle packing up the pictures, clearly feeling annoyed at Gadi’s lack of words. He then stood up and turned off the tv before taking the recording out. Gadi took one last look at the pictures, recognizing one in particular. It was an evidence photo of a wire found after a terrorist bomb had exploded a few weeks back.
“Khalil.” Gadi whispered.
“Who knows? Maybe an imitator.” My uncle replied before turning to grab the files.
I walked towards the door, opening it to let my uncle walk out until-
“No killing.” Gadi said sternly. “Autonomy.”
My uncle walked back inside, clutching the folder under his arm. He looked at the man before him and then turned to the dining room table.
“I left my hat.” He stuttered and grabbed it, walking out without saying another word.
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A few weeks later, I was sitting in the back of a taxi with Gadi and my uncle on the way to the ferry. We had created a plan, a perfect plan really. I was given a character with different clothes or “costumes”. I didn’t really consider them costumes though, they were really cute so there’s a very very huge chance that I would keep them after all this is over.
The taxi stopped in front of the gate entrance of the docks making us all get out. Gadi went to the trunk to get our suitcases while my uncle paid the driver. Shimon and the rest of the team were already in Greece, waiting for us at the house. I grabbed my suitcase and turned to face the ferry before putting my sunglasses on.
The sun was extra bright today even though it was cloudy and the breeze was a bit cold. Which made me be extra thankful to be wearing a jacket with my “costume”.
“Remember the plan, Y/n.” Uncle Marty told me, standing next to me. “Just get acquainted with Charlie. Don’t flirt with her, don’t make any advances. We just need her to be familiar with you.”
“Yeah, yeah, I got it.” I replied, rolling my eyes under the glasses. “It’s gonna be a nice trip though. Charlie is a great piece of eye candy… much better than you, Gadi.”
I immediately walked away with a chuckle under my breath as my uncle chuckled as well. My heels clicked against the pavement as I made my way closer to the entrance of the ferry. And that’s when I saw her. Charlie. She was standing next to one of her friends, laughing at something they said as she threw her head back. Her laugh was… odd but definitely something I would love to hear again.
Once I made it inside, I got to the upper deck going straight to the bar. Something told me that Charlie and her little “theater group” was going to be there. I sat there for about an hour, drank beer, flirted with a few guys, eyed up some women and then she finally showed up. And just like I thought, they walked straight to the bar. Better yet, next to me.
I was sitting on one of the stools with my legs crossed. I was wearing brown knee high boots with a short skirt and a crop tee along with the jacket (which was placed in the back of the chair by now). My body was facing them and my elbow was resting on the bar as my other hand gripped the beer bottle. I drifted my eyes around the place, pretending not to notice but once my eyes reached them, I caught her staring.
Charlie was staring at my legs right when my skirt rode up. I put down the beer bottle and pushed the fabric down, causing her to look up at my eyes making me wink before moving my eyes elsewhere.
“I like your boots.” A raspy voice said, making me turn to it to see that it was Charlie. Bingo.
“Oh, thanks, love.” I replied in my obvious, fake british accent. “I like your rings.”
“Thank you.” She chuckled as she stared down at her hands. “They were my mums.”
“They suit you very well.” I smirk before taking a sip from the beer again. Charlie started blushing and was about to speak but her friends called out for her.
“I’m Charlie.” She extended her hand for me to shake and I did.
“I’m Claire.” I replied, feeling a weird sense of guilt. “I’ll see you around Greece then?”
“Absolutely.” Charlie smiled and walked away, looking over her shoulder one last time to look at me.
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and quickly got down from the stool. I paid for the beer and ran down the stairs towards the cabin room area. My uncle had told me his cabin number before we got on the ferry. 305B, which was ironically right down the hall from mine.
I knocked on the door and quickly looked left and right, making sure no one appeared. Gadi opened the door, looking at me with confusion as I pushed next to him to get inside. My uncle was listening to Michel’s recordings when he saw me walk inside.
“I just met Charlie.” I smiled before looking at my uncle. “And she flirted with me first so, as always, I followed instructions.”
“Congratulations, kid.” Uncle Marty chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief.
“You have to keep talking to her.” Gadi said, making me turn to him. “Talk to her long enough so she remembers your name.”
“My fake name, you mean.” I tilted my head with a playful smile and he nodded. “Alright well, I’m going up to the deck. See you around.”
I walked out of the room and went back upstairs in search of Charlie. And after a few minutes, I saw her. She was smoking alone, staring out at the ocean as she leaned against the railing. I could tell Charlie was thinking about something. Probably something that bothered her or something that has been keeping her up at night. So, I went over there to talk to her.
“Do you have a light by any chance?” I asked, holding up my cigarette with a shy smile. She turned to me and nodded before pulling out some matches from her coat pocket.
I walked closer to her, putting the cigarette between my lips as I leaned down towards the small blazing fire she just created. My eye drifted to hers as I inhaled the substance but then I quickly straightened my spine and turned to the ocean. I can feel her eyes on me, burning into my skin while I pretended not to notice.
“Do you like the ocean?” I asked, breaking the silence.
“Yes, always have.” Charlie smiled as she looked at me. “You?”
“I have always been rather afraid of it.” I replied and looked at my hands before looking at her, to catch her staring at me. “Respected it a lot, actually.”
“That makes complete sense.” She nodded. “It is rather dangerous… and unknown.”
“Precisely unknown.” I looked up at her and inhaled from the cigarette. Charlie finished hers and threw the butt in an ashtray nearby before tucking hair behind her ears.
“I have to get back to my mates but…” She chuckled bashfully. “I hope I see you around the island.”
“Same here.” I smiled. “Have a wonderful trip.”
“Thank you.” Charlie nodded as she began to walk backwards. “You as well.” And with that she turned around, walking away back to her friends.
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The next morning, we had finally arrived in Greece. The sun was blazing hot but the breeze was refreshing. I put on some shorts with my other pair of kneehigh boots and a band crop t-shirt (I cut it myself). I walked out of the ferry and stood there, waiting for my uncle and Gadi to walk out to look for a taxi. As I waited, I saw Charlie walk out with her friends. They found two taxis pretty quickly and climbed inside before driving away. My uncle finally walked out and stood next to me, watching as I stared at Charlie.
“It’s almost time for the plan to be in motion.” Uncle Marty said, making me scoff. “It will be Gadi’s turn to be with Charlie…”
“I know.” I muttered. “Please don’t remind me.”
“I’m sorry, kid.” He whispered and pulled me towards him, giving me a side hug as Gadi approached us.
“We’re good to go?” Gadi asked, placing his suitcase down next to me. I nodded as I parted away from my uncle before grabbing my suitcase to walk away towards the sidewalk.
Gadi hailed a cab pretty quickly. I figured it was due to his good looks since we had a female driver. My uncle sat in front and I sat in the back with Gadi, watching as the driver smirked while looking through the rear view mirror. It made me chuckle, the way that woman would rather get us all into a car crash than stop looking at Gadi.
Around 10 minutes later, we arrived at the hotel. I was gonna stay there with Gadi while my uncle went back to the house. Or technically headquarters, which also happens to be a house. Gadi walked in first to check us in while I said goodbye to my uncle.
“I’ll see you in a few days, kid.” He said, pulling the suitcase out of the trunk. “Good luck.”
“Thanks.” I smiled and pulled him into a hug. “I’ll see you.”
I grabbed my suitcase and walked towards the hotel to meet up with Gadi. He handed me my room key and we parted ways, putting our plan in motion. I made it to my room, which overlooked the ocean, and began to change into my swimsuit. After getting changed, I grabbed my sunglasses and my sun hat before walking outside to a small secluded area, above from the shore, to lay your towel.
I laid there for a few minutes, reading a book, before I heard laughter walking towards the beach. And lucky for me, it was Charlie. She was laughing at something one of her friends had said as she laid down her towel. They all got settled on the ground and pulled out books. The same book. Charlie was laying on her stomach as one of them sat on her to apply sunscreen on her back. Why is this making me jealous?
The guy walked away and I saw how her friends looked at him. Maybe they didn’t want him to be there. He came back and sat away from Charlie as Gadi walked up to the rocks, gaining the girls’ attention. He was wearing the tiniest blue swimsuit. Even I lowered my sunglasses to take a look. After he was settled, Charlie sat up, never parting his eyes from Gadi. Her friend suddenly stood up and grabbed a bottle of alcohol before making her way to the rocks, where Gadi was reading.
“Hi!” I shouted, watching as Charlie turned towards where you were sitting.
“Hi!” She shouted back. “We met on the ferry, right? On the way over here?”
“Yes!”
“I don’t remember your name!” Charlie shouted, causing me to scoff in disbelief. She doesn’t remember me.
“Claire!”
“Ah, where are you from?”
“Oxford! Just moved there with my uncle!” I replied, beginning to stand up. “I’ll come down, yeah?!”
“Yeah, yeah, come down!”
I turned and grabbed my towel before walking off that cliff. Charlie’s guy friend came back and sat down behind her, kissing her shoulder before laying on his back. I swear I wanted to punch him at that exact moment. But of course, I’m acting. I have to keep my cool. I set my towel a bit far behind them and leaned back on my hands, feeling the sun warm my skin. Charlie’s friend came back with a frightened expression, making you smile at the thought of Gadi scaring her. What did he do?
“What happened?” Charlie asked as her friend sat next to her.
“He’s got… scars.” She replied.
“What?”
“Yeah, like someone has taken a red-hot piece of wire to him or something.” She said, staring as Gadi walked down towards the water. “He could be a gangster.”
“Did you catch his name?” Charlie asked, squinting her eyes.
“We didn’t quite get that far, I’m afraid.”
My thoughts clouded my ears, blocking out everything else they kept talking about. I stayed looking at Gadi and then at Charlie and then back at Gadi. The frustration I felt was insane. I wanted her to look at me that way. To be that interested in me. My train of thought was interrupted when Charlie’s guy friend stood up.
“Well, I love him.” He said, making everyone look at him. “You should buy him a drink.”
And a few minutes later, we were all sitting together at the taverna. All of us were looking at Gadi as they tried to guess his occupation. I sat at the other end of the table with Charlie next to me, looking at him seriously. I could tell she was not pleased by the mystery he was showing, she probably thought he was lying.
“A fireman?”
“What kind of fireman reads Debray?”
“My kind of fireman.” We all laughed, never parting our eyes from Gadi.
“An architect?” I chime in, pretending to try and guess which caused him to look at me with a joking look.
“A terrorist?” One of the guys tried.
“You’re an oil trader.”
“You look like you should work in oil.”
“Oh you would look good covered in baby oil.” One of them said flirtatiously, making us all laugh.
“A spy?” The girl asked and Gadi looked at her.
“No, he’s an actor.” Charlie’s guy friend said, playing with his cigarette. “Look at him. Me and you, Hollywood, how about it?”
I took a sip of my beer, drowning out the conversation while staring at the waves crash on shore. Everything was beginning to feel a bit real. This whole mystery charade was part of the plan. So Charlie would be intrigued with Gadi and it would make her want to be around him more. My uncle knew what he was doing, he just didn’t know how pissed it would make me.
“He’s Joseph.” Charlie spoke, making me turn to her. “Can’t you see? With his coat of many colors.”
“Charlie…”
“What’s your name?” She asked with a straight face.
“Peter.” Gadi replied.
“Peter what?”
“Charlie!” “Charlie..” Her friends spoke, feeling the tension.
“It’s fine.” She scoffed. “Peter what?”
“So you’re Charlie?” Gadi asked, finally breaking his silence. “I thought that was a boy’s name.”
“Well, I’m a girl, Jose.”
“Charlie..”
“No, honestly, you lot are like little kids.” She started, interrupting one of her friends. “Animal, vegetable, mineral.”
“Chas.” Al, her guy friend, spoke. We could tell she was annoyed, pissed even.
“Can you not see his shtick?” Charlie pointed at Gadi, leaning forward. “International man of mystery.”
“Chas! Look at that face.” One of the guys said, attempting to lighten the mood.
“Yeah, well, don’t come crying to me when he cleans out your travelers cheques.” Charlie said, standing up to leave. “We came here to work, guys.” She walked away after that, leaving us all confused and in silence.
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Later that night, Gadi and I were invited to hang out with them. It was just a casual bonfire with a few drinks. I was just looking forward to seeing Charlie again. So, I wore my favorite blue sundress with gold sandals. They were all there when I arrived. Charlie was sitting on the floor, playing a guitar while Al rested his head on her shoulder.
I sat next to the boys with Charlie and Al to my left. I placed my bag on the ground next to me after pulling out a cigarette and crossing my legs. Charlie was staring at me, I could tell. She was staring at my legs, just like at the ferry. I leaned forward and lit the cigarette with the fire while I slightly turned my head to meet her gaze. I winked at her and leaned back on the chair as I placed the cigarette between my lips.
“Oh, he is devilish, isn’t he?” One of the boys said, making me look up to see Gadi.
“Who invited him?” Charlie asked.
“That would be me.” Al replied, standing up
“What?”
“Mind the fire!” One of her friends shouted, as Al jumped over it to get to Gadi.
I watched as they shared a handshake. Charlie started strumming her guitar, making me look at her in admiration. She looked at Gadi as he walked towards us, sitting down across from me. I kept drinking from the glass of whiskey as I stared at Gadi. He sat and smiled at something Charlie’s friend had said. I don’t know what it was. I was too busy trying to not seem jealous or mad or even upset.
I look up from the fire to see everyone gone. It's only Gadi, Al, Charlie and I. but Charlie was singing, making me look down at her. And of course, she was staring at Gadi. She asked him about the song, it was supposed to happen anyway. We wanted to make sure she was the right choice for the job and that question just confirmed that she pays attention. I placed my glass down next to the chair before standing up to grab my purse.
“Where are you going?” Charlie asked, standing up.
“I’m quite tired.” I chuckled nervously. “I’m gonna go back to my room, get some rest.”
“Oh, well, alright.” She smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
I nodded and waved at the boys before walking away from them, towards the hotel. The night was a bit cold, making me shiver as I rubbed my hands up and down my arms. I got to my room pretty quick, just wanting to change into my pajamas and into bed. Tomorrow night, Gadi was going to kiss Charlie. I was dreading it already but it had to be done.
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I stayed in my room the whole day, going through the plan over and over again. I tend to be a perfectionist, that's why my uncle and I get along so well. It was finally time to go to Athens and just like we hoped, Charlie was going with Gadi. I avoided them all day since I was supposed to arrive in Athens as well. But Charlie seeing me would ruin everything.
So, I stayed in my room on the ferry the whole trip and once we arrived, I raced out of that boat. I found my car and quickly walked towards it, ignoring Charlie’s calls. Something inside my chest hoped that she wouldn’t be mad when she found out. When she found out this was all a lie.
Lucky for me, it was just a 20 minute drive, so I could take a nap when I arrived. It was gonna be a long night with Charlie and my uncle needed me awake. I arrived at the house, leaving the car outside. With my suitcase in hand, I walked through the door and was immediately greeted by my uncle. I let out a relieved sigh before placing my suitcase on the ground to go give him a hug.
“Hey, kiddo.” He muttered into my hair. “How are you?”
“Tired. I replied and parted from the hug. “I’m gonna go take a nap before Gadi gets here.”
“How did it go with Charlie?”
“I would rather not talk about it..” I muttered and walked away to grab my suitcase and go upstairs to my room.
I turned on the light and smiled. The room was nice. It overlooked the Greek scenery which made you sort of happy. The bed was made and it had soft sheets with light blue pillows. I placed my suitcase in the closet before throwing myself on the bed to let sleep consume me.
After what felt like hours, my eyes fluttered open. I rolled on the bed and stretched before walking out of the bedroom. I walked down the stairs and saw my uncle getting up from the sofa as he motioned me with his hand to go to him.
“They’re here.” He said, placing his arms over my shoulders. “Go out there and get her.”
I nodded and silently walked out, watching as Gadi got out of the car. Charlie sat alone inside with nothing but fear in her eyes. I walked closer to the car, catching her attention. She looked at me with hope. Seeing a familiar face made her feel safe. I made her feel safe.
“Claire?” Charlie asked, somehow doubting if it was me.
“We’re not gonna hurt you.” I said after opening the door. “You’re safe here, it’s okay.”
“Wait, you’re-“ She began as I leaned over to unbuckle her seatbelt. “You’re not English?”
“No, honey.” I replied softly, grabbing her hands as I pulled her out of the car. “Come on.”
I led her down the driveway, towards the door where my uncle was waiting. Charlie’s grip on my hands remained tight and shaky. And her eyes kept drifting to me and back at the house. She didn’t know what was going on but I was certain that something inside her put all her faith in me.
“Welcome Charlie.” Uncle Marty said, extending his arms. “I am the producer, writer and director of our little show. And I would like to talk to you about your part.”
Charlie stayed quiet, staring at my uncle in disbelief, hoping that what he was saying was a joke. A sick conniving joke. She looked at everyone surrounding her until her eyes landed on mine. Her green orbs were glossy with tears as she waited for me to explain everything. Out of everyone there, I was the only one she trusted. At least a little.
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Coffee Shop
Summary; As a university student in London you were just trying to get to know the city, the beautiful places etc. and a certain gentleman caught your eye.
Warnings; None
Words; 1.125
A/N; Hi guys! Sorry for any typos, hope you have a wonderful day. The gif isn't mine. I'm loving the series so far, I hope to hear your thoughts. xxx
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(the gif is Tom's face while he is listening to you)
Chapter Five, the same day
He gracefully settled, his hands were holding his tea cup, first thing you realized was how big his hands are and you remembered something your gay bestie said about man with large hands, you blushed. ''I thought maybe..'' Tom stopped, he is usually good with words and first impressions but right now.. he found himself lost for words. ''Sorry, allow me to start over,'' he extended his big hand ''I2m Tom.'' you took his hand, it was warm, and smooth. ''Y/N, nice to meet you.'' He noticed your American accent and raised his golden eyebrow in a questioning manner. ''Pleasure is all mine. I assume you're from America.'' He noticed how soft your hand is, he liked it. ''Yes, I used to live in NewYork, came here for college, just few months ago.'' you shortly explained.
''New York? I did a play in there. The city life was something else.'' He chuckled more to himself, you smiled at his blushed cheeks. His face seemed familiar to you, like you saw him somewhere before, ''I'm sorry but you look so familiar... maybe I watched your play, what was it called?''
Tom's theory of you being a fan was false then, however it was good because now he could express himself more freely. ''Betrayal by Harold Pinter.''
''I haven't seen that one but I've read it myself. What was your part?'' you noticed the spark of light in his ocean eyes when you asked him about his job, you made a mental note. ''Robert. We played at Jacob's Theatre, I've read the play when I was a student but to be a part of it years later... I cannot describe how happy I was.'' He looked like a little boy talking about his favorite toy. You loved it.
''In Pinter's world life is a battle,'' you said pushing your notebook aside, ''between men but in Betrayal its 2 men over 1 woman. There are relatable themes about the play, that's why I loved it.'' you finished, he had an expression on his face you couldn't quite place but he looked like he was pleased to hear what you said about the play. You are a smart woman after all.
Talking about plays, theatre, Shakespeare etc. it seemed like it had been only five minutes but when you looked outside oh boy, it was getting late. ''Good Lord,'' Tom expressed exhaling, ''We've been talking for hours. I apologies if I kept you from studying.'' he looked cute when he is nervos. ''No, no not at all. I always choose a good conversation over studying. Plus... I wasn't studying, I was on a job hunt.''
''How did it go?'' He seemed interested, ''Not good, I applied to few places online.'' You looked outside again to change the subject, ''I'm sorry Tom but I have to go. I have classes early tomorrow. I must admit, I loved talking to you.'' you saw his pale face blush deeply, he was a gentleman. He helped you carry your backpack, paid the bill, you refused and wanted to give the money to him but he declined, said you already paid with a friendly and deep conversation. Now you were outside of the coffee shop, it was damn cold. ''I would like to walk with you to the tubs. If that is okay with you?'' You didn't expect that, you thought why not. ''Thank you Tom, you're too kind.''
As you both walked side by side your hand went inside the pocket of your jacket, the drawing was there. ''I enjoyed our talk very much.'' he said again, ''The feeling is mutual Tom, you didn't have to walk here with me though. It's so damn cold in this country.'' He laughed at your reaction, ''So I take it you don't like cold.''
''I hate it.'' You quickly responded which made him laugh again, ''This is nothing compared to the Viking lands.'' You gave him a puzzled look, ''Viking lands?'' you said sarcastically, this time you laughed. ''I hope you'll like London one day, must be different from home?''
''Yes, to be honest I didn't even unpack most of my boxes, its just.. doesn't feel like home, yet. Back at home I have my bestie, my family and friends but here, I have professors, a group of class mates and this random dude I've met from the café.'' You both laughed together, ''How do you like this guy so far, this random dude you've met?'' oh two can play this game Tommy, ''He is alright, I guess. So damn tall my neck hurts.'' on your way to the tubs you both made sarcastic comments about each other, laughed, chuckled and it felt like you were just old friends, you have noticed how comfortable you are at the moment. ''Maybe you need someone to make this city home.'' Tom's comment made you stop walking, ''Never thought about it that way, maybe you're right.'' Tom was testing waters, he didn't want a simple fling with you, you seemed to be a nice person, kind and with a little attitude, he geniuenly enjoyed your company and it wouldn2t hurt to have a new friend.
''This is me.'' you said pulling Tom from his deep thoughts, ''Please get home safely Y/N.'' before you left you held his arm, made him stop. He looked confused, ''I want to give you this. I never thanked you properly before, you know the cake and the earl grey tea.'' It was a folded yellow paper, ''Open it at home. See you soon Tom.''
When Tom got back home he sat on his kitchen stool and opened the paper you gave. It was just was he expected, the drawing. It wasn2t just him, you also drew Bobby, his dog too. He had a dreamy smile on his face, as he stood up to hang the drawing on the fridge he saw the small detail, you wrote your phone number in tiny digits, he had to wear his glasses to see the numbers. Was it too late to call you or text you? He was standing in front of his fridge, holding the drawing and trying to make a desicion. Did he really want a new friend or just something casual? He wasn't sure if he had time for you because in few weeks he had to fly to shoot the new Loki series and... you had no idea about him or his hectic life. It had been a while since he got into a relationship and he got frustrated with himself, it was too soon to think about such things but your smile ade him inhale deeply. You are an intelligent and beautiful woman and Tom would love to have you in his life.
Chapter 6
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VII: Childhood Sweetheart
Suna x Reader
♡ You were particularly fond of collecting antiques and by some twist of fate, you ended up buying an antique box filled with mysterious love letters. Trying to find the person who wrote the letters, unexpected detours and bonds were made. Something more was found. And even more at risk of being lost.
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Content & Warnings: angst, fluff, alcohol drinking, suggestive (and possibly sexual) themes, college setting, use of curse words, mutual pining eventually. Please tell me if I missed any! Pls ignore time stamps! Excuse my typos too :>
“So? What did you do this time?” You asked kei
“What are you talking about?”
“Kei, you wouldn’t treat me to ice cream if you didn’t do anything wrong”
“Damn bub you gotta trust me at least a little”
“I do. You know I’d trust you with my life, kei. But you’re a little suspicious today” you answered him while relishing your ice cream, your sentence being a mere joke to you but it caused your best friend’s palms to sweat and his mind to go haywire
“Well maybe your suspicions aren’t exactly baseless”
“Omygod did you kill someone and you’re going to ask me to burry the body with you?”
“No yn, I-“
“No no maybe you got someone pregnant and you want me to be the god mother?”
“Yn-“
“Wait let me guess-“
“Yn. Listen to me”
Your continuous banter and guesses ended after hearing the seriousness in his tone. He didn’t sound mad nor frustrated. The man sounded nervous and he was rarely ever nervous. After being friends with him for nearly your whole life, you knew how to read him.
“Okay kei. I’m listening”
He let out a breath of relief before speaking again
“Fuck I don’t know”
“Kei I’m going to strangle you for real. All these years and this is the first time you’ve hesitated to tell me anything” an evident frown making its way to your face.
“I like you”
“Well… you should? I mean we’ve been friends since we were four. It would be hella disappointing if you didn’t like me all this time and you were just faking it?”
“No not like that.. I like like you”
“Oh”
“You don’t need to say anything, I just wanted to let that out”
“Since when?”
“Since we were eight. When you were so small but you came to my rescue every time people called me mean. Though they weren’t wrong though. I really was a mean kid. Except with you”
“Nah, you were mean to me too”
“Then thanks for enduring it all this time”
“I can’t imagine growing up without your snarky remarks” you giggled a little and when you looked at your best friend, his eyes held the stars while he took a glance at you. You reckoned it’s always been that way but you just didn’t notice before. You can’t believe you’ve never noticed before.
Silence enveloped the two of you. One that wasn’t awkward nor heavy. It was a silence that brought understanding and ease. It was perfect. The moment. The sunset. The person. The words.
But feelings aren’t that easy and sometimes the people we want to love aren’t always the ones we end up falling for. No matter how right and perfect it may seem or might have been, you loved and respected him and yourself enough to not make a fool of his and your own heart.
“Kei I-“
“I know” he smiled softly. A smile you rarely see from him.
“But I don’t want to lose you ever. At all.”
“You’re never going to lose me bub. You know we won’t last a day like that. And when you’re ready, I’d still want to pursue you.”
“We’ll see” you smiled
Before any of you could speak any more, your brother daichi called, telling you to come home earlier since your parents were going to visit while on vacation from business and they wanted to have dinner with you, kei included.
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Osamu(s)
Fandom: Haikyuu
Paring: Osamu X fem!reader X Future!Osamu
Summary: On a stormy night, your boyfriend shows up at your door with his future self in two.
Warnings: No beta, Post time skip spoilers, minors DNI
Tags: dirty talk, masturbation, thigh fucking, voyeurism, overstimulation, crempires
Word Count: 4366
There was just something about tonight that made things feel amiss. it was smack dab in the middle of midterms week. Everyone was either studying, out at the bats drinking aways their dread, or like you trying to finish midterm papers. This makes the apartment complex you lived in quieter than usual which you don't mind at all. You can hear the heavy downpour of rain more clearly because of it too. You look up from the screen of your laptop to outside the window and at the street lamps below. the rain dampens the street lights, limiting their reach, and making them seem more like fairly glowing orbs. They add to the mysterious ambiance of the night.
A ding draws your attention back to your phone's screen has lit up with a banner of Osamu's name surrounded by grey hearts and stars
Osamu: babe?
Y/N: Hey bubs
Osamu: something weird happened
Y/N: Are you ok?
Osamu: yea. I was just getting in my head again.
Y/N: Oh no
Osamu: I know I'm sorry.
Y/N: you don't have to apologize. I'm not mad, it happens. I'm happy that you aren't keeping it to yourself this time.
Osamu: right, well as I was thinking was when the weird thing happened.
Y/N: and what is this weird thing?
Osamu: we're coming over
Y/N: what?
Osamu: is are coming over?
Y/N: what? Osamu what are you trying to say?
since Osamu only lived a floor above you in a studio apartment much like your own it didn't take long after his text for you to hear a knock on your door. When you open it you realize that 'is' wasn't a typo at all. 'is' was Osamu's attempt at making a plural of I.
Standing in the doorway was the Osamu who knew and loved. Board look slumped shoulders with hands stuffed in the pocket of the sweats he taken to wearing more often. Beside him was another man, more specifically another him. This Osamu was smirking in the same way Osamu still did from time to time, smug and relaxed, and stood a little straighter. Maybe even a little taller? He dressed in black sort and jeans, like a uniform of some sort, that is close not his broads body.
"Well, aren't ya goin' to invite in sweetheart?" the other Osamu asks and you move aside.
When the door clicks shut it also clicks for you who exactly this Osamu is. who he has to be. You follow behind the present Osama down the small hallway that opens up into the rest of your apartment. Older Osamu makes a b-line to your window to close the blinds while the other plops himself down on your couch making himself right at home leaning back and spreading his legs. if this was any other situation would have taken that as an open invitation to crawl onto his lap. Taking notice of the you-sized spot between his legs you also notice how the pair of sweats he wore were looking quite dingy. You wonder if he was heading into one of those weeks again where he barely slept, barely took care of himself, and stressed ate all your snacks. mid-terms week was definitely the kind of week where it would happen.
You give him that soft look but don't ask if he's been taking care of himself instead you ask, "He's for the future isn't he?"
Osamu nods seeming to not catch on the look or choosing to ignore it. "That's the weird thing that happened. He just sort of appeared."
The amazement that time travel existed and proof of that had now walk back over to stand in front of you right in front of you didn't cross your mind at first. What was crossing your mind was a series of questions. It takes the rest of your body a minute to catch up to these racing questions and actually speak one out.
"We're still together right?"
Older Osamu's laugh answers your question but he tells you anyway," I wouldn't be here if we weren't."
"And how exactly do we get you to from here back to where you belong, in the future."
"Tryin' to get rid of me already?" he cocks his head to the side teasing you. You look between present and future Osamu and find that neither seems bothered by the timeline consequences the older being here has. but hey guess that's anxiety for you.
"No, but why are you here? How are you here? How do we get you back so we don't fuck up the timeline?" you blurt out one question after the other to older Osamu and he just stands in front of you, thick arms crossing over his broad chest letting you get them all out.
The fact that neither of them seems to fully grasp the gravity of the situation infuriates you. "How are you two not freaking out about this?"
"Because one way or another he goes back after what happens tonight.”
you give the present version a questionable look. They definitely knew something that you didn't and weren't talking about it yet. "you two know something. What happens tonight?"
Instead of the present Osamu explaining, his older self tells you. "I don't really know how I get back but I do because he's still here," he points to himself," and I'm still for the future, a better version because of what happens tonight."
You don't miss the way his voice drops or how you notice him towering over you. You just try to focus on what they aren't telling you.
"What happens tonight?" you repeat the question.
"I show my past self how much better he can be," The older Osamu explains but it still leaves out the answer you looking for.
The order Osamu goes on," You know I was at a pretty low point at this time in my life. I didn't think that I was ever goin' to amount to anything. I would always be a stick in my twin's shadow, I'd be the less attractive twin, I'd always be dealin' with some bad patch of acne or my clothes were never goin' fit right, I'd always be sad like this. I never deserve you-"
"Ok," you cut him off. "Ok, I get it."
"He's not wrong ya know," you look over at the couch.
"I know... it's just hard to hear," you admit feeling guilty and ashamed for doing so. You want to be here for Osamu. You knew what he was going through since his twin got scouted for a pro team and you knew that you \ but that didn't make hearing how Osamu thought about himself anymore easy to hear. You were human. You loved Osamu. And sometimes it was hard to hear about problems of his that you didn't know how to make better.
"But that changes tonight. After tonight I get help, start seein’ a therapist. I start plannin’ for a future instead of being convinced that I don’t have one. I start to rub the amazing relationship I have with you in my twin's face. I start to learn to stop hatin’ my body for changing," The order supplies.
you frown. "But what happens tonight?"
Older Osamu leaned in closer to you, very close. So close that you can feel his breath rolls off your skin as he tells you, "Tonight I show my younger self how good he's gonna be able to fuck you in the near future ."
Well, damn. You weren’t expecting that. Mabey something a little closer to a heartfelt talk that would help Osamu out at this point of his life. This wasn’t to say that you were opposed to the idea. In fact, taking another look at the older version of your boyfriend, you were very ok with letting him rail you while the other watched. But someone about it felt wrong? More specifically it made you feel like it was something wrong.
The way the idea settles in your gut makes you turn your head slightly to look at the present version who’s still seated at the couch but sitting up a little straighter now. Anxiously and hopefully waiting for your answer.
“Are you sure?”
He nods then adds, “But only if you want to.”
You very much want to, it’s just….” Would this even count as cheating or like being with someone else?”
The older Osamu chuckles putting his knuckles under your chin and guiding your face back to his. “Darlin’ we’re the same person.”
That seems to settle your nerves and you nod. “Ok then. Show us.”
A smile breaks out across the order’s face. His other arms loops around your waist pulling you fully into his broad frame. “That’s my girl.”
The older Osamu tastes just the same as the present. The only difference is that he’s a lot less shy about using his tongue. Hell, he’s a lot less shy about using his whole body, and you honestly love it. The more that older Osamu explores your mouth with his, the harder you can feel him getting in his pants. Pulled so tightly against him means that you can feel every little twitch his cock gives in reaction to every little noise you’re able to make. Eventually, you two have to pull away for air. Dizzy with lips swollen you rest your cheek against the order’s heaving chest and look at to the younger who is staring at you like he’s start stuck. It’s cute.
“See,” The older tells his younger self. “Look how dizzy you can make her when you aren’t second-guessing everything.”
If the older was going to be bold, then so were you. You smooth a hand down his stomach, past his belt buckle and grip and the budge below it. All the while not taking your eyes off the present version of your boyfriend. This earns you a sharp intake of air from the older that comes out on a pleased exhale. “And don’t think for a minute that she doesn’t want all of you. Right darlin'? Look at you already tryin' to get at my cock.”
“You’re already hard.”
He nods. “And all for you. All’ve ya done is be your pretty little self and I’m already achin’ for ya.”
You squeeze your thighs together. You love to be dotted on by Osamu. You had realized early on that you definitely had a praise kink but only when it came to Osamu. With gentle hands, Osamu turns to the body so that you’re facing the present version. A firm hold on your arms holds you in place as a hot mouth leaves sloppy kisses along your neck in just the right spots to keep you feeling light-headed. Those hands eventually move. Snaking up too to grope at your titis through your sweatshirt. You go to squeeze your thighs together again, but suddenly there’s one less hand on your breast and a hand forcing your thighs apart.
“When she does that, squeeze her thighs together like that, it means she’s getting riled up,” The older explains while pressing fingers into your clothes clit and rubbing at it causing you to squirm slightly. “Why don’t we show him how wet you are darlin’?”
You simply nod because you want to see too. You can feel how arousal that's collected between your folds, but you've never gotten wet so fast before. Osamu gives you a little kiss on the cheek and helps you slip out of your legging and underwear leaving you bare from the waist down. You shiver both from your heated skin being exposed to the cool air of your apartment and the way that Osamu is staring from his spot on the couch/ The intensity of that look never fails to go straight to your groin.
One of older Osamu's hands dips between your spread thigh pushing through your folds. His fingers are a little rougher and that small difference feels so good. His fingers rub back and forth a few times, collecting your wetness as they go, before pulling them easy much to your dismay.
The older Osamu holds them up so that both you and his present self can see the strings of slick at connecting one digital to the other.
"Fuck," You both breathe.
Beyond the fingers, you can see Osamu relaxing into the couch and palming the crotch of his sweats
"'Samu, "You wine at both the older for him to touch you more and at the sight of the present touching himself.
"Aww, you want me to keep touching you down there darlin'?" the older coos into your year.
"Please," You ask nicely not feeling the least bit ashamed since both you and the present Osamu seem to want exactly that.
"Don't you worry your pretty little head darlin'," you feel warm hands slip up your sweatshirt. "I'm gonna touch you plenty. I can barely keep my hands off ya as is, but I wanna give my younger self a good view of how we make your body feel. So come off with the sweatshirt."
You do exactly as you told and strip out of your sweatshirt. You'd do anything to feel his fingers again. Osamu goes back to massaging your tits again, this time playfully rubbing your perk nippled between his fingers. Either Osamu wasn't telling you now you or at some point in the future, he loves playing with your boobs. You're only complaint was that he wasn't paying enough attention to the rest, more needing, parts of your body.
"Osamu, please~" you beg.
"See how easy it is to get her so needy?'
"Yea," the present Osamu nods his head stuffing a hand down his sweats.
"She just loves our touch that much. Right now if you were to ask she'd beg you to touch her, to fuck her, to do anything really, as long as it's us doing it," The older Osamu nudged your cheek with his nose making you crane your neck so that your lips are almost touching. " She's such a slutty little girl, " he says lower, "but she's our slutty girl, and we fucking love it."
Osamu's mouth is on yours again and there are fingers that aren't just rubbing your clit but now slipping inside. You moan into the older's mouth and buck your hips grinding against his hands. You hear a low curse from the present Osamu.
"Well, shit you look like your dick's about to explode there. You're about to cum but you're trying to make it last because you can't last very long after the first time can't ya."
A frustrated groan escapes the present Osamu's lips. He has the waistband of his sweats pulled down past his hips and his hand gripping the base of his flushed cock. He looked just about as lost in pleasure as you but had retained some sense of himself to pay attention so that he can learn how to make you feel this good in the future.
"Don't fret though because you're going to be able to go for rounds. Y/N can barely keep up in the future. I usually leave her so fucked out by the end of the night, but I make sure to take good care of her. Treat her to a nice bath and some home-cooked food in bed after I wreck her cunt. "
"O-Osamu," the name tumbles out as your breath quickens, everything that hen man was doing and describing to his younger self was so fucking hot and heavenly sounding.
"Holy fuck."
"Right? See what you can do when you start the impossible is possible? " he then addresses you. "You want more darlin'?"
"Please~"
"holy fuck Y/N," the present Osamu moans slowly stroking himself, "you sound so fucking good right now darlin'."
"That's what we love to hear," the older Osamu purrs. His hands leave your body but only for a moment to he unbuckles his pants and pull his dick free giving it a few pumps. Then they're on you again, grabbing your hips and lifting you up just enough that you stand on your tippy-toes.
"Now I'm gonna need to you stay just like that and keep squeezing those pretty thighs together. Can ya do that for us, darlin'?"
when he uses that nickname in that pitch of voice? It was a power that the present Osamu didn't realize he had yet, and god helps you the day that he did because you would do just about anything when he say's 'darlin' like that. you nod your yea with a little 'yes' and you feel the older's hands move to a firm grip on your elbows.
When he roughly pulls you into him your eyes go wild. This was new. The older Osamu's thick cock slips in and out from between your thigh, each thrust making your whole body jolt. Each time his hips meet the blunt head of his dick slips slang you slit and bumps against your slit making you see stars. All the while the present Osamu watches completely enthralled by the sight of his older self fucking your thighs. The way you titis are bouncing with every thrust, the way his older self is handing you like some treasured fuck toy, and those breathless moans you don't hold back, that's what he wants. He wants to be able to fuck you like that. He wants to be the only one to be able to make you feel the way you feeling right now. He just never thought he could until now.
"Does it feel good darlin'? The tip of my fat cock rubbing you like this?"
"y-yes!", answer as he paces quickens.
"Are you gonna cum like this? From me fucking your thighs while my younger self watches?"
you nod vigorously, the feeling of orgasm quickly building in your gut each time the tip of his dick meets your clit. You squeeze your thighs tighter your head lulls back when it finally washes over you.
"Shit," Osamu curses in your ear as his hips sputter and he spills his cum between your thighs, "Shit, that's it darlin' keep squeezin' round me like that. Don't she look so cute?"
"You haven't even fucked her yet," the present Osamu comments making the older chuckles
"You ready to watch that?”
"God yes," Osamu breaths out looking so desperate to watch you get railed by his older self that it's downright adorable.
The older Osamu chuckles. He handles you like you don't weigh a thing to him lifting you up and laying you back down at the end of the bed. The way the couch is facing the present Osamu has a perfect side view of the two of you. You set yourself up on your elbows when the older steps away. He doesn't bother stripping, he simply pulled his tee-shirt over his head and pushed his jeans down a little more.
"Oh god," You moan because holy fuck you have never wanted Osamu as bad as you wanted him now. He stands to at the foot of your had hands on his hips and a lopsided smirk letting you admire him in what wasn't even his full glory.
This thing that really gets you is how much Osamu hasn't, or in this cane won't change. His body was mostly the same. There's some muscles mass you could see in his forearm, chest, and the way that he manhandles you. His tits are still nice and supple, just begging for you to leave hickies on, and a faint patch of hair grows along his sternum. Your eyes roam across his soft tummy that has the faintest outline of abs the closer you look. Following his thicker trail of hair below his navel leads to his erect cock standing tall and as proud as he is that’s glistening under the soft light in your wetness.
"See," he glances at his younger self and his voice softens. "She really does love us and our body. Every last bit of it. Even on the day when we don't."
He then turns back to you," Now are you ready for me to fuck you darlin'?"
"Yes," you answer and spread your legs that are dangling off the foot of your bed a little wider to accommodate him.
When Osamu pushes into you there's a familiar burn of yourself stretching around him. The older takes things slowly so that you feel every inch of him entering you. Once he's bottom out in you Osamu takes your legs and wraps that around his waist.
Osamu's pace starts out slow and deep but doesn't stay this way for long. Soon your small apparent is filled with all sorts of lewd sounds. The loudest of which was the dull slaps of skin and squelching every time he thrusts back into you. They barely cover your breathless moans and high pitch whimpers. Both Osamu's are also being quite vocal. The present Osamu is cursing again as he bucks his hip and cums into his closed fist. Meanwhile, the older Osamu is grunting, jacking hammering into you. You can barely keep up with the brutal pace the older's set. All that you can really do at this point is grab and claw at his shoulders for something to hang on to for dear life too.
"Oh fuck. Oh, fuck Dalrin' you're gonna make me cum. Yer just suckin' me in a like that- shit! cummin'! I'm cummin' Y/N," Osamu moans burying himself as deep as he can inside you and flooding you with his release.
Feeling yourself being filled with Osamu's cum pushes you over the edge. Your walls flutters around his dick and thighs shake around his hips as you cum.
The order barely gives you time to catch your breath before he's calling for his younger self to switch places with him. The present Osamu is on his feet in an instant stripping out of his clothes on his way to you. The other Osamu moves aside, setting down on the couch and relaxing his arms across the back of it. He doesn't even bother to tuck his flaccid cock back into his jeans or fix his shirt. He smiles at the scene before him.
Osamu is hunched over you so you can wrap your arms around his neck and pull him that much closer to you as he fucks you. Like his older self, the pace is fast and deep. You can try and buck your hips but they aren't in sync with his thrusts. The mess, the disorganized movements of the two of you make things hotter, more intense. You're cumming again with a pleasured sob and Osamu continues to fuck you through it reaching his own high.
And he doesn't stop. Your present boyfriend keeps his feet planted on the floor and keeps fucking into even when his cum is being to seep out of your stuffed hole. He pulls away just enough so that he can see your flushed and sweaty face that he cups in his hands.
"One more yea"
your jaw trembles and the only words you can get out are incoherent so you nod.
A tired smile breaks out across his face. "That's my girl. Gonna make you f-feel so good. I'm going to make sure you always feel this good. gonna stuff you so full of my cum~"
You cum right along with Osamu, letting out a silent scream to fucked to do anything else. You can feel his whole body shudder as he pulls out of you. You immediately feel a mixture of you, him, and maybe even his future self leak out of your spent cunt. You feel him move you up the bed so that you can catch your breath while fully laying in your own bed with Osamu cuddled up next to you.
"Darlin'."
"Hmmm?" you hum eyes still closed.
"He's gone."
You peak an eye open and sure enough, the couch was empty now. You were too tired to really think about where the older Osamsua had gone but somewhere in your mind was the assumption that he went back to his own timeline in the future.
"Too tired and icky to care."
You feel fingers thread themself through you and massage your scalp. you lean into Osamu's touch and you're fully content to just lay here in the mess the two of them had made of you for the rest of the night.
"How about I run you a nice bath and we get cleaned up hmm? We can go back to my place and worry about your sheets tomorrow. "
"Will you cook for me?"
"Whatever ya want darlin'."
A few years down the road Osamu bursts into the apartment that you two share scaring the living hell out of you. "Fuck! Don't burst in like that."
"Sorry," he apologizes kicking off his shoes. "But it happened It finally happened."
"What happened?"
He strides over to the couch where you had been working on to laptop but set it aside and pulls you into his lap. He nuzzles his face into your neck and you can feel his wide smile on your skin. "That night during Junior year."
"We had lots of nights Junior. Give me more than that." you request already thinking of your favorite nights spent with Osamu rather it was making an all-night drive just to watch the sunrise, nights where you went out in a group of friends and went home wearing his shoes or being carried on his back, nights spent in eating his cooking, nights spent with his dick plugged into you...
"I made love to you while I watch."
"Ah that night," you smile, "The details are a little fuzzy, Mabey you can help job my memory after dinner with the team tonight?"
His arms tightened around your waist, "Oh, gladly darlin'."
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Request by @wow-life-love4 ❤️ : So I was hoping to request a Barba x reader; Where the reader sees Barbra back when she goes visits Carisi and she has those feeling again what she had years ago when he left!And he finally accepts the fact that she was the one as well!!!!!(Throw some angst in there I’m dying for it with fluffy ending)
Words: 3,530
Tags: @crying-river
Sorry for the typos. Enjoy. ❤️
Based on 22x04 Sightless in a Savage Land. (Of course)
(Gif isn’t mine)
*Carisi’s office*
Since Sonny got his new office, you found a comfy place on the floor, against his furniture. That’s where you were even though your former partner wasn’t there yet. There was this new case that came up in the night before, he had a few meetings while you were working on your laptop, coffee right next you and Sonny’s on his desk.
He came in a few minutes later, smiled when he saw you. He threw the box he was holding on his cabinet and sat on his desk chair. When he spotted his coffee, his smile grew wider. “You’re the best,” he said, taking a big sip.
“I know,” you smiled. “How’s the case going?”
“I’m going for murder 2, and we’ll see,” he shrugged.
One thing you love about your friendship with Sonny Carisi is that silence is comfortable. There is no awkward silence. While he worked on his paperwork, you were on your laptop. Shopping online, actually. You rescued a car a year ago and the little ball of fur has been scratching on your couch ever since. It was completely destroyed now and you needed a new one.
“Dom,” you called your best friend. “What do you think about this one?” you turned your laptop so Sonny could see it. It was a nice three places blue couch, Scandinavian style.
Sonny wheeled closer to you and bent down to look at it. “I won’t fit in that one,” he said. He’s been crashing a lot at your place for the past two years.
“Stupid long legs,” you teased him. “Although, in 4 years, you’ll be sleeping in my bed, so—“ you turned the screen back at you and kept scrolling.
Sonny laughed at that. “Only if neither of us is married,” he reminded you.
“Doesn’t look good, Dominick. I’m telling you,” you exclaimed. “You seriously need to prepare yourself to spend the rest of your life with me,”
“Wouldn’t have agreed if I wasn’t. Although, that’s not the story I wanna tell our kids,” still laying in his chair, Sonny was facing you, his legs spread as always.
“Why not?” You exclaimed. “It’s cute! Two best friends that made a deal to get together to avoid forever loneliness!” You paused and realized what he said. “Wait—kidS?” you asked, making sure the ‘s’ was heard.
“At least, four, Y/N. You know I want a big family,” Sonny told. This conversation seemed like completely normal between although it wasn’t.
“Then pry I’ll give birth to quadruplets. Cause I’m not getting pregnant four times,”
“Don’t underestimate the Carisi’s power,”
You and Sonny stopped talking for a moment, just staring at each other, until you both started to laugh. “This conversation is nonsense,” you said.
“I agree,” you heard from the doorway. You and Sonny turned like one man, to look at the man standing there. You didn’t have to look at him though. You recognized his voice from the first sound.
“Barba,” Sonny was the first to greet him. He stood up and offered his hand. Both men shook hands and Rafael’s eyes stopped on you, still sitting on the floor. You looked up to him and tried to keep a poker face. But god, he looked more handsome as ever. The beard. You asked him multiple times to keep the beard, when you and Rafael were seeing each other.
“Detective,” he greeted you.
“Counselor,” you quickly said and got your attention back on your laptop. You can’t let him see you still have feelings. And that you’re mad. Hurt, even. Rafael never made a promise to you, you two weren’t actually dating per say, but you wished he gave you a goodbye. Not just—leaving.
“What can I help you with?” Sonny rescued you.
“Mickey Davis. Can we talk about it?” He said.
You felt both men’s gaze on you and looked up, “Oh you want me gone?” You said and Sonny nodded. You stood up, put your laptop in your bag, and walked to the door. “Chinese. My place?” You asked Sonny, completely avoiding Rafael. Your best friend agreed and you would be lying if you said you didn’t hope it would make Rafael jealous.
*****
Sonny showed up at your apartment around 8. He was welcomed by Mania’s purrs, he crouched down and pet your ginger cat for a moment. You were sitting in your - destroyed - couch, with a glass a white wine. Carisi knew that seeing Barba after all those years messed with your head.
“How many?” He simply asked.
“Not enough!” You said, but you were obviously tipsy already.
He’d been there many times. He knew that trying to fight to make you stop drinking was useless. So instead, he grabbed a glass and joined you on the couch. Mania jumped on your lap. “Wanna talk about it?”
“I’m just going to say the same things I’ve been telling you for the past three years,” you said, focusing on your cat.
“But now, he’s back. And I don’t think he liked what he heard,”
You looked at Sonny, puzzled, waiting for him to continue. “He was—cold. Unfriendly. And he left saying ‘Enjoy the chinese—and the company’”
“It doesn’t mean anything, Dom. Three years went by. He probably has someone,” you were on the urge of crying but you were fighting yourself. You cried enough for Rafael.
“His lost,” Sonny put his arms around your shoulders and kissed your temple. He gave a pat to Mania, and extended his legs on the coffee table. You rested your head on his shoulder and a few tears escaped.
“Why am I not over him? Why does it still hurt?” You asked. Sonny hummed in response and you continued. “I wish we were married already. I would be committed to you, and he wouldn’t live rent free in my head,”
Sonny giggled, “You sure ‘bout that?” He asked. “Know that cheating is a deal breaker for me. Thinking of someone else while you’re with me is cheating, somehow. So technically, you’re already cheating on me,”
“I’d make up to you, but we’re not there yet. You refused to seal the deal,”
It took Sonny a few seconds to understand what you meant. “And think about Barba while I’m making love to you? Noooo, thank you,”
You grabbed the wine bottle and poured yourself another glass. Mania wasn’t pleased about you moving around so he jumped onto Sonny’s lap instead. “I need a good dick,” you sighed, laying back on the couch.
Sonny wasn’t expecting you to say that. Or at least, not like that. He was taking a sip and choked on wine. He coughed a few times, which made you laugh. “Need me to remind you what happened last year?”
“Noooo, thank you,” you mimicked him. The last year was a mess. You got drunk at Forlini’s and left with a stranger. It was okay at first, the man was good looking and very cautious with you. The sex wasn’t great. He came really fast, you didn’t have time to get pleasure. When you tried to leave, he offered you to stay with puppy eyes, and you caved. The next morning, you tried to sneak out but he heard you and he didn’t want to let you go. So you texted Sonny, asking him to call you and pretend an emergency. Thank god he did. But a few weeks later, you met the guy again at Forlini’s. It lead to a few weeks of stalking from his behalf, until you went all cop on him.
After eating chinese, you went back to drinking as Sonny stopped. You two watched some terrible show on tv until you fell asleep on his shoulders. Used to that, he moved you to your bed and crashed on your couch, with Mania cuddling to him.
*****
You showed up many times at work with hangovers. You were used to pretend you were okay and your coworkers pretended to believe you. The morning went slow, until he showed up.
“Barba!” Fin was the first to see him. “Liv isn’t here,” he continued.
“I came to see all of you—in private?” Fin, Amanda, Kat and yourself looked to one another. “I don’t have all day, detectives.”
They stood up and followed him next to interrogation rooms. But you stayed put. “Y/N,” Rafael softly said.
“Three detectives is enough,” you said, without looking at you. If you looked at him, you’d caved. And you can’t do that. He doesn’t deserve it. Not so easily. Not just because he is his handsome self.
“I hope chinese with your future husband was good,” he answered, bitterly and joined the others, closing the doors behind him. You sarcastically laughed at that. Was it jealousy? You hoped so.
A few minutes later, Liv came in with Garland. He gently greeted you and asked where were the others. You told them without thinking further. And in a minute, Barba was in Liv’s office with her and Garland. Your coworkers went back to their desks but no one talked. “Fill me in?” You asked.
“In so many words, Barba needs our help,” Amanda told you.
“He’s defending the man that Carisi is prosecuting. That’s not fair to Sonny,” you told, anger started to show up.
“Carisi can handle it,” Fin said.
“Damn right he can. But you’re making it harder for him! Our ADA is Carisi now, not Barba! He left me—us,”
You knew it was too late. Your anger toward Rafael just surfaced and the entire team now knows something had happened. Mostly angry at yourself from letting your emotions get the best of you, you grabbed your jacket and left the squadroom.
You drove to Sonny’s office and stormed in it without knocking. He immediately saw your red eyes, and furry in them. “Barba asked the squad for help! And I think they are in!” You were pacing in the small place, making Sonny’s head spin. “They are going behind your back for him! They are helping him, knowing it will make it harder for you! He just—snapped his fingers,” you did snap your fingers, “and they are all in! I can’t believe it,” you were breathing hard, fighting your tears and your anger. Sonny stood, grabbed your shoulders and brought you to his chest. He held you tight as you cried in his chest. He could feel your body shaking. You stood there for a long moment until you calmed down. Sonny let you go and grabbed you a tissue. You dried your eyes and blown your nose. “I’m sorry, you must be tired of me. I’m a fucking mess,”
Sonny was leaning on his desk, arms crossed and legs spread. “Nah, you’re not, Y/N. You’re my best friend and you’re there for me as much,” he softly grabbed your hand and rubbed your knuckles, “Now tell what you’re really mad about,”
“Him. He comes back and tries to act as if—nothing happened. Like we were nothing. Ever,” you took a deep breath, “it just hurts me all over again,”
“Now that he’s here, maybe you should ask for the explanations you’ve been waiting for? You need closure, honey. You deserve it. And yeah, it may not be what you want to hear but at least, you’ll know and you can finally move on,”
“With you when I turn 40?” You tried to joke.
“Or that guy from last year,” he grinned.
“Shut up, Carisi,” Sonny pulled on your arm to bring you to him. As he was leaning on the desk, you were the same height. You put your arms around his shoulders, and his hands were in your back. “What would I do without you?” You whispered in his ear.
“You’d be stuck in a relationship with a weirdo, and probably pregnant by now,” you laughed at his words.
“That would terrible. I’d be so frustrated,”
“Uh, I’d help you with that,”
“Dominick Carisi Jr, isn’t that a sin? May I remind you, you refused to seal our deal,”
“Because if it went bad, I didn’t want you to ask Fin to be your backup,”
“Wouldn’t have worked anyway, he found Phoebe,”
Really, what would you do without Sonny Carisi in your life?
*****
His words didn’t leave your brain. “You need closure, you deserve it”. And maybe he’s right. You do deserve closure, even if he tells you everything you don’t want to hear. So when the trial was over, and Barba invited everyone for a drink, you joined in. You sat between Sonny and Kat, Rafael was across from you. You could feel his gaze every now and then but you tried to avoid meeting his eyes.
“Cheers,” Rafael said, holding his scotch.
“To what? Jury deliberated for 6 hours to find Davis guilty on murder 2 and we’re back to the start,” Sonny answered.
“To irony, then,” Rafael offered instead.
Everyone got interested in Rafael’s past three years. He explained that he traveled for a while, catch up with foreign family in Cuba. He mentioned meeting a woman there but when you heard the word “girlfriend”, you stood up and went to order another glass.
“Y/N!” You heard from your left. You turned to see the man that stalked you the year prior. “Good to see you,” before you could react, Kyle was hugged you. “Been a while,” he smiled.
Not enough. You thought. “Indeed,” you gently returned the smile.
“May I offer you a drink?”
“Thanks, but I’m with my friends,” you pointed towards the squad. Sonny saw the man from behind and he saw in your eyes you were in trouble. But instead of helping you, he was just—laughing. Bastard.
“Maybe later then? Or another day?”
“Kyle. Last year, I threated you to put you in jail for harassment. That threat still stands if you start again,” you looked at him, seriously.
“Actually, I want to apologize about that. I was in a very bad place and I don’t know why I acted the way I did. Can we put that in the past and start all over again?”
Listening to his excuses, you didn’t see Rafael circling around. It’s only when you smell his intoxicating smell, that you knew he was behind you. You sighed and tried to stay focus on Kyle. “Okay look, if you’re still here when my friends leave, maybe—“ you were stopped by Rafael’s arm, as he slided it around your chest.
“Leave her alone, man. You’re not up to her standards,”
“Y/N, who is that” Kyle asked.
You were so confused about what was happening - and a little tipsy - you didn’t react. “The man that has way more chance to take her home than you’ll never have,”
“Well, man, you’re too late. I already took her home,”
You felt Rafael’s fist clenching. “Kyle—I’ll see around okay?”
“I’m not sure I want to leave you with that guy, Y/N,” he answered.
“But you are,” Rafael growled. “Now and forever,”
Rafael made you spin around so you were facing him instead of that Kyle. He instantly grabbed your face in his hands and kissed you right under Kyle’s nose. He was acting like an asshole but there’s no way you could pull him away. You melted into his kiss, granting access to his tongue. You grabbed onto his shirt, pulling him as close as you could. You felt his hands traveling your back, until you were grabbing your ass. For a moment, you forgot you two were in the middle of Forlini’s. You moaned in his month and he felt his cock twitching.
You pulled away only when Amanda made herself heard as she was leaving. “Get a room, people.”
Rafael smiled. “I agree with her. Come home with me?”
“Where’s home for you?” You asked. A kiss can’t make everything go away.
“Home is you, Y/N. You’re my home,” he looked so damn sincere and it would be so easy to just let it go and hang on to those words. But you still need explanations. Apologizes, perhaps?
Again, you fought against your tears. “That’s so easy, Rafael,”
“Come with me and we can talk. Just that if you want,”
*****
During the ride, you told Rafael you preferred to go to your place; Mania was waiting. If Barba should have a pet, he thought he would adopt a dog. But since you have a cat, he can get use to it. Only if you cut its claws.
As always, Mania was waiting behind the door when you got in. He didn’t move at first, just studying Rafael. “He’s already judging me,” Rafael said.
“He only met two humans. Me and Sonny. Before that, he was beaten, famished and threw with the trash. He doesn’t trust humans,”
“That’s something we can bound on,” Rafael kept his distance with your furry child. And Mania did the same. You pet him a moment, gave him his food and joined Rafael on the couch, with a bottle of Sauternes. It was silent at first. None knew where to start.
“Is—is there something between you and Carisi?” He asked.
“Straight to the point,” you smiled in your glass. You liked the hint of jealousy in it. “For now, no. But in 4 years, maybe,”
“I’m gonna need further explanations,”
“I’m the one that needs explanations, don’t you think?” You challenged him. “Actually, I deserve them,” you’ll have to think Sonny later for that strength.
“Indeed, you do,” Rafael agreed. “It was easier that way,”
“Easier for who? For you? Cause it wasn’t easy for me, at all,”
“I was selfish and I’m sorry,” he softly grabbed your hand. “I knew that—if I came to see you, to tell you I was leaving, I would have back down. I couldn’t bring myself to tell you goodbye. All I ever wanted to see in your eyes, when you look at me, was love. And I was afraid to see—disappointment in them. Pity, hate, even. Cause there was hate whenever I looked in the mirror,” you heard tears in his voice. You knew he was just being honest with you.
“You ruined our relationship—or whatever we had— on assumptions, Rafael. I didn’t hate you before you left. I wasn’t disappointed. Only things you’d have seen were empathy and love,”
“I couldn’t take the risk, Y/N,”
“Let’s pretend I get that. Why didn’t you call, then? Text? Left a letter or a note? Hell, even an email would have made it easier,” you stood up, pacing around. Rafael has been around you enough to know that’s what you do when you’re angry and trying to calm yourself.
“I could have. I should have—I’m so sorry,” he was looking at you with pleading eyes but you were still pacing around your living room. “I never forgot about you, Y/N. I still love you,”
“Uh-huh,” you shook your head, “You can’t tell me you still love me when you never said you loved me in the first place!” You exclaimed.
“Fine,” he stood up and grabbed your shoulders to keep you still. “I love you, Y/N. Wanna know when I knew?” He paused, for what you assumed what a dramatic effect like he does in court, “When Yelina came in my office, telling my ‘crazy coworker’ slapped her. And you didn’t slap her because you were jealous. You did so because she hurt me and talked shit about me for going after Alex. When she left, I smiled so hard, I found the courage to ask you out,”
You felt your cheeks turning pink. “I didn’t know you knew,” you looked down but Rafael grabbed your chin and made you lift your head.
“From that moment, I knew you had my back. I didn’t have yours,” you saw a tear finally escaping his eye. “And if you found the strength to forgive me, I’ll always have your back. I won’t let you down. I promise,”
Seeing Rafael cried made you cry too. You swoop his tears with your thumb. “It won’t be easy, Rafael. It’s going to take time for me to—trust you again. To trust that you won’t leave again,”
“I won’t,” he grabbed your face and kissed. It was needy. Rafael wanted you to feel how much he loves you in that kiss. He wanted you to know you could trust him. Not only your tongue mixed but your tears did too. “I promise. I love you,” he rested his forehead against yours.
“I love you, too,” you kissed again, but it was more passionate. One of his arms were wrapped around your shoulders and his other hand was holding your cheek. Your left hand rested on his firm ass and your right one was in his hair.
He smiled against your mouth when he felt your hand grabbing his ass cheek. “That’s my move,”
“What can I say? I missed your ass,”
He chuckled and made you jump in his arms. Your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands were resting on your ass. “Not as much as I missed yours,” Rafael kissed you again and walked to the bedroom, closing it to Mania’s face.
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Liar
Part 3
Loki x female!reader
Word count: 1,7K
Warnings: angst, typos, everything sad besides doggo
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Loki felt miserable. If only he knew what would he start with that lie. Why couldn't he tell her Y/N is his cousin or something? She and her golden-fish-like IQ would've believed him. Damn him! Damn him and Tony for making him do this! Why couldn't Stark do it himself! It was his idea afterall!
Loki was lying on a rug in his bedroom. He didn't feel like he deserved the luxury of a warm soft bed. He was looking through photos and selfies of Y/N in his phone. Her happy smile, her arms wrapped around him in a hug in his favourite selfie of you (his wallpaper), her two fingers giving him horns from behind his back and him doing it back to her. He counted, he had only 7 pictures of her in total. 'I should've taken pictures of her more often,' he thought to himself and wiped his eyes to get clearer view. He should've took a picture of her doing the most mundane things. Reading a book, drawing on a windowsill, chatting with someone. She always had this spark in her eyes whenever she talked about some of her interests. He wanted to see that spark again.
Loki caught himself dreaming of you again. 'Let her go,' he told himself. 'It will be better for her and you.'
But he didn't want to get better. Not without her. But he fucked up big time. He apologized. He showed her a proof of his innocense. She chose to put space between you two. And that was okay, right? He's already used to it, right?
His eyes were staring outside the window the whole night, but he wasn't watching anything. He needed them open, for whenever he closed them he saw you. Either crying and screaming like you did few day ago, or sad smile you gave him few hours ago, or your happy grin you have worn what seemed like ages ago.
Sky changed its shades of blue from dark to light. The morning sun made him realize that no, he isn't used to it.
*
The need to walk to your room was big. But he couldn't. He promised to leave you alone if you wanted. And you did.
So instead he hid in one of the old rooms everyone forgot about and never really used. He needed to be alone.
No one came looking for him yet. The only sign of someone remembering his existence was one message from Tony. Something about the info Loki got from that woman being useless and agents are taking the lead from the Avengers. Good to know he unknowingly destroyed his whole relationship with Y/N for nothing.
When he read those words the first time he wanted to smash the phone on nearest wall, but that meant losing all the pictures with you and he simply couldn't do that.
Loki wandered where where you. If you were safe. Maybe you took your dog out. Or made someone do it, so you didn't have to risk meeting him in the halls. Thought of you still avoiding him sickened him.
His lower back started to ache from sitting in pragraph position for too long. He decided to stretch and walk a little, clear his head. The plan was to go to kitchen, steal something small to eat (not because he was hungry, he needed a distraction) and go back to his secret room. Or the roof. What will came first.
With a glass of water and pockets filled with chocolate he started walking towards the exit.
Suddenly he heard small clawed paws hitting the floor making soft clicking noises. He followed the distand sound to find your little pup, Rex, walking around as if he owned the place. If he was here then you'll be nearby. Loki looked around the room, but besides the small dog and him it was empty.
When the little guy got his sent into his nose, he turned and sprinted towards Loki. He expected the pup to bite him, just like you promise you will train him, and mentally prepared himself for attack of small dull needles on his ankles.
To his surprise Rex started jumping on his leg, trying to reach his hand. When Loki lowered it to his level he started to lick it, his tail wagging wildly. Good to know at least he doesn't hate him.
"Did you escape her and went on an adventure, little guy?" he asked scratching behind his ears. Rex rolled on his belly and silently asked for scratches. Loki was more than happy to provide.
"Well, we can't leave it like that now, can we? She'll be worried sick if she doesn't find you in her room. Like this one time when she couldn't find her favourite plushie from childhood. We turned her whole room upside down just to find it. Later that day she realized she accidentally left it in my bedroom," he smiled sadly at the fond memory. "We laughed a lot afterwards. I fear she'll never laugh in my presence again," he stopped scratching.
Rex sat up and tilted his head at him.
"I know, I know, it's basically my fault. And I understand why she feels like that. Who wouldn't after their best... ex best friend said those things about them. I just wish I could turn back time and change everything."
"And why would you do that?" loki turned around to be met with face of none other than Tony Stark.
"You would never understand," he looked away.
"I'm capable of undertanding a lot of things, don't underestimate me."
Rex found new sent in the room and ran up to Tony. "Aaaw, is he yours? I never thought you'll be a dog person," Tony picked him up and got a good look on him, while Rex was trying to reach his face with his tongue.
"No, he's Y/N's. He must've escaped from her bedroom. Please, take him to her," he started walking away.
"No way, your friend, your problem. I'm already a very busy man even without pets," he put Rex on the floor and gently nudged him towards Loki.
"Here's the thing, I can't. I can't face her. And I am more than sure she doesn't want to face me."
"What happened? Don't tell me it's some petty reason like 'you picked the wrong movie' or 'those flowers don't go with ma vase'."
Loki rolled his eyes and took Rex to his hands. "No. She heard me telling lies to that woman we needed for those informations and now she doesn't trust me. I doubt she ever will."
"Just tell her how it was. How hard can that be?"
"Don't you think I already thought of that? I showed her the video from security cameras yesterday and she still doesn't want to go back to being my friend. And I understand why," he stared deeply into Rex's puppy eyes. As if the little dog felt his sadnes he tried to cuddle up to his chest.
"Then pray tell, cuz I could never understand women's logic."
Loki played with Rex's soft fur. "She knows I'm a great liar. She might think if that was a lie and she couldn't tell, then might be wondering how much of other things I told her were lies," Rex started chewing on Loki's thumb. "The truth is I never told her a single lie. Only that one time when she asked me if I'm smiling because I saw Thor fall down the stairs," he chuckled.
"Then tell her you never lied to her," Tony suggested.
"I can't. She won't believe me. Didn't you hear what I just said?"
"I did. But listen, life is complicated enough already, why making it more miserable by not talking each other's issues out? Just go to her, return her dog and ask to talk to her."
"What if she slams the door in my face just like the last time? Then what genious?"
Tony shrugged. "I don't know. Write her a letter and slide it down her door?"
Loki rolled eyes and started walking in the direction of your bedroom. "Your advices suck," he called behind his back.
Here he was. Standing in front of your door, which was slightly ajar. Explaining how Rex got out. Behind those doors he laughed with you, played games with you, watched movies while cuddling with you. So many pleasant memories. Scarred by the freshest one.
He remembered the fear and panic he felt when you started shouting at him. He remembered every last word you told him. Those kinds of words only left your mouth in his worst nightmares. He never thought he'll hear them in real life.
Tiny bites along his wrist brought him back to present. He didn't know what to do. Should he stand there and wait until you come out? Or should he knock? Call out for you?
His questions got answered sooner than he thought. "What are you doing here?" he heard her voice coming from the opposite end of the hallway.
He quickly looked down at Rex in his arms, the opened doorand realized how it must look to you. "I'm not stealing him, I swear. I found him wandering around the Tower," he held him out to you.
You took him, your fingers brushed his for a moment. You coughed. "Ehm, thank you. For bringing him back, I mean."
"No problem," he stood there awkwardly, hamd behind his back.
He figured you didn't want to say anything more and he took a step to walk around you.
"Hey," you called out.
"Yes?" he asked hopefully, waiting for your next words.
"I...... uhm," you bit your lip nervously.
He saw her wilingness to talk as his chance. "Can I speak with you? About all of what happened? Please?"
You looked up at him, a small relief in your eyes. "Actually, that's what I wanted to ask you."
"Oh, okay," he felt like an awkward teen rather than over century old man.
Both of you stood in the hallway. Until you broke the silence. "Well, do you want to come in?" you pointed at your door.
"Yeah, okay. Why not? Your bedroom is nice for talking," Loki mentally slaped himself across the face for saying such stupidity.
"Yes. I suppose it is," you gave him a small smile and closed the door behind the two of you.
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Thank you @stardustednerd for picking this weeks prompt! 🥰 Prompt #25
Fandom: Star Trek AOS
Type: X Reader (Friendship)
Word Count: 1,077
Lunch Break
McCoy X Reader (Platonic)
Kirk X Reader (Platonic)
So when writing this I couldn't help but flashback to high school and sitting with my friends at lunch. We would talk about everything and nothing. I wanted to convey that here 😁. No beta so typos all day long. Love you all.
-H❤🖖
The mess was crowded and a bit more rowdy than usual. Finals time was upon Starfleet academy and the end of the academic year. Your first year at the academy was about over and you were looking forward to what’s going to come next.
Bobbing and weaving through the mass of bodies balancing your tray of food above your head. Stopping you danced a little on your tippy-toes looking for your two idiots. Those two idiots happen to be James T “I’m going to charm you until I get the shit beat out of me” Kirk and Leonard H “Bones the scowly adorable hot mess” McCoy.
You grin when you spot them in a secluded corner guarding a seat for you like their lives depended on it; they bantered back and forth about something or other. Striding over you slam your tray down on the table making both of them jump at least two feet into the air.
“Jesus (Y/N), one of these days you’re gonna give me coronary!” McCoy barked holding a hand over his heart, eyes wide. You giggled and winked at your friend,
“Aw, Leo I wouldn’t do that to you! I just try to give you heart palpitations,”
Jim chuckled at your words, “She is good at that,” he murmured munching on a french fry. Leonard rolled his eyes and examined your lunch, after a moment he looked away pleased by your choice of chicken caesar wrap and potato wedges. Smirking you sat down and bounced in your seat,
“How’s your day going?” Jim asked, popping another fry in his mouth eyeing your wicked grin with mild apprehension. You shrugged and picked up your wrap. “Well, no one died.”
Leonard snorted into his pasta, “Those are your standards?” he asked, shaking his head. You chuckled, “I am in security, so I should be so lucky,”
“Very true,” Jim agreed with a grimace. “You need to be more careful,” Leonard said pointing his fork at you before spearing it into his lunch. Taking a bite he chewed thoughtfully and continued after he was done, “I patch you up more than I do Jim and that’s sayin’ something sweetheart,”
You gave them a reassuring smile, “I’m pretty sure I aced my close-quarters combat training course, I just finished the written portion of the exam. The physical part is after this,” you smiled and took a bite of your lunch.
“I’ll keep that in mind when we meet up later to study.” Leonard grumped making you furrow your brows, ‘We’re meeting up later?” you asked yourself trying to remember making that plan. Upon seeing your confused expression Leonard shook his head again letting out an exasperated sigh,
“I’m helping you study for your field first aid final,” he reminded you patiently with a raised eyebrow. You opened your mouth and suddenly remember the conversation you had with him early yesterday morning.
“Come on Bones you know not to make plans with (Y/N) that early in the day, I told you yesterday that she would forget,” Jim grinned picking up his chicken sandwich.
“She’s impossible in the morning,” Leonard agreed, both men staring at you like you were something truly fascinating. You rolled your eyes as you took the last bite of your wrap. “SHE is right here,” you grumbled.
Both of the men across from you laughed their smiling faces lighting up the room, “Dorks,”
“So at the end of all of this finals madness, we should go out and celebrate. First-round is on me,” Jim proposed leaning forward in his chair. You and Leonard looked at each other, “Fine but I swear to god if you start another bar fight...” you scolded, remembering the last time you all went out together. Jim flirted with a girl who so happened to have a very protective boyfriend, the whole bar interrupted into a brawl after the first punch.
You had dragged Jim off the floor and shoved him toward Leonard before defending both of them as they tried to escape. All three of you managed to get out with minor injuries and a wicked story to tell the next day.
Jim cackled remembering it well, “You know for such a tiny person you sure did make that guy cry,” he snorted his shoulders shaking in laughter. Leonard chuckled quietly a crooked smile on his face, “He wasn’t that big,” you muttered, picking at your potatoes.
Leonard scoffed, “ He was three times your size and you still had him on the ground in record time,” he praised. Jim gave you a toothy grin, “Our hero,” he teased batting his eyelashes.
You snorted, “Well, someone has to pull you out of the fire Jim,” you said pushing your empty tray away and then pointedly looked at Leonard, “oh don’t look all superior Leo, I’ve had to help you out too,”
McCoy half-heartedly scowled at you, “What did I-”
“The whole Captain Jackson incident?” you reminded, with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. Leonard cleared his throat looking away with a blush creeping up his neck. Jim looked curious, “What Captain Jackson incident?” he asked looking between you and McCoy. You smirked saying nothing as Leonard spluttered and tried to redirect Kirk’s attention to another topic.
Looking at your chron you hissed, “Damn, I gotta go,” you stood up quickly grabbing your bag. “Go I got your tray,” Jim said with a smile that says ‘we are so talking about that incident later,’ snickering you blew them a kiss and left.
“Good luck and be careful!” Leonard called out at your retreating back. Waving a hand you rushed out of the emptying mess into the warm San Francisco sun.
“She’s not going to be careful,” Leonard sighed standing picking up the mess they made. Jim chuckled, “Nope,” he said popping the ‘P’ childishly.
“Wonderful,”
“Come on Bones, we got her back. What are best friends for?”
“Pulling asses out of fires apparently,”
“That’s the spirit!”
“God help me,”
BONUS: (Almost Deleted this)
Jim pushed open the mess hall doors with a flourish. “Hey Bones, what’s the Captain Jackson incident?”
McCoy flushed, “Nothin’ you need to know about!” he ground out stomping away toward the xenobiology building. Jim tilted his head back and laughed at his friend’s expense. “I will find out,” he promised, speaking to no one in particular. Ogling a couple of female cadets walking by Kirk set out for the library.
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Got tagged by @starsgivemehp for this meme!
Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!
I'll go backwards from last update, if thats okay? First paragraph of each first chapter...
mind the tags and be responsible <3
iNVaDeR FeLL: The Nightmare Begins :: The Irken Empire (which had retained its name even after the shift in management brought about by the events of Operation Impending Doom I) was more alive than it had been in years. Signs replayed message after message redirecting convention-goers how and where to attend the Great Assigning in the Main Convention Hall on Conventia, one of the many planets conquered and repurposed for the good of the Empire. The teleporter ring was blazing almost as brightly as it once did before OID1, only this time, it brought to the surface not Irkens, but Monsters; creatures of every shape and size. They came not only from the 'kingdom' that had overtaken Irk (they called themselves 'Fell'), but those from the 'kingdoms' of conquered worlds as well, which had been expeditiously subjugated in a fashion worthy of the Irken Empire.
How Dance Got a Picture of Lust Covered in Kittens :: "there's sammaches in th' fridge," Red mumbled, feeling the lunchbox lid click shut under his claws. "'r if ya want some'n lighter, there's soup in th' freezer. just gotta nuke it..."
Burlesque Noir :: Lust peeked around the curtain to look out at the crowd, as he had done so many times before the last few days. The speakeasy was full and vibrant and alive as it was every night, as swanky a joint as Grillby could make it and still keep it safe. As packed as it was, however, Lust didn't see any sign of his favorite patron.
It Could be Worse :: Life... Could be worse.
An Anthology of Dreams :: Sans was at his desk, as always, analyzing his latest attempt at a synthetic soul compound. His last two-thousand-and-twenty trials had been devastating failures, but even Dr Gaster was intrigued by his steady progress.
The EMV Anthology :: Red had a love-hate relationship with the holiday season.
An Anthology of Nightmares :: Sans stumbled out of his room just in time to escape. He had no idea what was coming, he only knew his years of fighting for his life underground was screaming that he had to move his bony ass if he wanted to live. Just as he crossed the threshold of his bedroom into the hallway, there was a loud crash. When he looked back, his whole room was gone.
A Growing Future :: Red stumbled out of the house, squinting at the glare of sunrise peaking like a glinting knife over the neighbor's rooftops. The air had a crisp chill to it, made all the more shocking by his lack of a shirt, but he knew it would be overly warm in only a few hours, and there was a lot of work to do.
Kinktober 2020 : Kamari333 Edition :: HI FOLKS! Beyond this point you will find 72.5k words of pure, unadulterated, self indulgent, Undertail-themed SIN, ~57.7k of which was prewritten in September, the rest in October, all written and published for Kinktober2020. This year, due to conflicting schedules, the sin was written in September, to be published on time in October. Please note that there may be plenty of typos, although I will/have since gone back and fixed some of them since I'm garbage and read my own stuff, and this year I have been indulging in the use of my lovely betas!
A Night in the Woods :: Red bit back a curse as he once again had to detangle his phalanges from the flimsy tent material. Stupid-ass cheap plastic bullshit, so thin he could breathe on it wrong and watch it disintegrate, but the packaging said it somehow kept out wind and rain, and that was honestly all he could have asked for. That, and perhaps that the piece of shit stop snagging on his claws every five god damn mother fucking seconds, fuck-
Arum :: The room was pitch black, save for a nearly indiscernible ambiance that glowed low and dim like the twilight right before the true darkness of night. The walls and floor of the room oozed with a viscous substance that stank of fermentation and rubber. At the end of the room, upon a throne of black stone, sat a diminutive figure from whence the slime seemed to originate, itself drenched in it to the point of blackness save for the singular glow of one lavender eyelight, shining like poison in the darkness.
Poignance :: Sans Blueberry pulled on his modified gloves, rolling his shoulders to make sure his makeshift pauldrons were cinched tight enough. The scalemail he wore under his chestplate made a soft noise, not quite the clink of chainmail, but not quite the hiss of cloth or leather either. He fingered at the tiny plates over his torso before pulling his bandanna back on around his neck, grateful to Alphys again for donating her sheds, and Undyne for reinforcing them so they wouldn't turn to dust.
Those Feelings at the Bottom of a Bottle :: Ink carefully managed his supply of emotions, keeping his usual level of orange (excitement) and yellow (happiness) as he made his way back through the house. The crowd of people, with their ever-vivid colors and gold-glittered eyes, made it easy to blend in and keep himself inconspicuous to the ever watchful guardian. It was like a game of hide-and-seek: Ink hid, and Dream looked for anything potentially amiss.
A Skeleton Plague Doctor in Lord Dream's Court :: Falsi woke up from a restful sleep on his examination table, shifting under his thick black blanket (one of the few luxuries he was allowed, usually kept hidden away in his bedroom with all the other small luxuries he had managed to keep, like his collection of skulls, his beast fur pelt, his mask, and the tapes and videos of a more personal nature he had collected over the years). He slid down to the floor, thankful once again for the mercy of a windowless apartment, as he folded his blanket and stumbled into the adjacent room: his bedroom.
Bad Day :: Edge was used to getting ominous messages from Red at odd times. It was just the nature of any relationship Red was involved in.
Burlesque (Censored) & (Uncensored) :: Of all the bars Red frequented in Ebott City, this was his favorite.
Happily Ever Laughter :: It was almost midnight. Papyrus had been sitting at Muffet's bar, enjoying his third (or was it fourth? Fifth? Hard to say) glass of Spider Cider, when he got the call. He pulled out his phone, surprised. That was his brother's ringtone. He flipped it open. "heya, bro. wazzup?"
Egg on Arrival :: Slinky could feel it in his bones: the hum of his future, the tremble of his soul. Even if it was still cold as balls outside the nest, his internal clock said it was spring.
I think I'm Paranoid :: Red came back into the livingroom, popcorn in one hand and a six-pack of coke in the other. He lingered, taking in the scene in front of him.
Another Me :: Lust fiddled with the TV remote idly as he mentally went through the available channels in his head. He didn't dare cable surf, not when He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named was so prominent, and Pink's relentless job searching made his schedule so erratic that he could show up at any minute. The sight of the blackout curtain over the bookshelf (which served as the house's movie collection's honored display) reminded him of how understanding Papyrus had been of the need for temporary censorship.
...oh my some of these are terrible for catching the readers attention XD (why are all my hooks like 3 paragraphs in gdi).
EDIT: i forgot to tag folks! um... @deku-lily @silverryu25 @bonerpuns @msmkcreates @jellyficsnfucks @jellyfish-swims-through-gold @tkwolf45 @nanenna @dana-chan325 @skerbaderbadoo @keelywolfe ...im terrible with names and can't remember anyone else's handles ;-;
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Hey, I have a request
What if we have a yandere bad batch x a male reader?
Maybe that reader could be a translator that just happened to work with them and they all fell in love with him.
And maybe he clueless to they advances and they just one day kidnap him? If that’s ok i hope you have a wonderful day
Aaa i’m sorry but i still don't know much about bad batch, so i’m sorry if i’m mistaken on the boy’s behavior and might out of character (even though i did made them out of character most of the time) but i hope you guys enjoyed it!
Where is our Google translator?
(yan!bad batch x male!reader)
warning : typos, bad grammar
attention! please do not try to repost my works, i only post my works on tumblr, if anyone see someone stole my works please inform me through the comments, tag me in the works, or message me!
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The first day you’re working with them...
“Pleasure to meet you guys, i’m Y/N L/N, but perhaps its better to call me L/N, i have been requested to assist you guys on...helping in negotiation things, talking, discussing with any allies that you guys might be have to be deal on the mission.”
you walked slowly but surely, checking every member that you are going to assist from now on, some are friendly looking, but some are not, but still friendly anyway, so it counts that they’re fine to work with together. you look at the biggest one, looks scary but his eyes explain the the exact different meaning from ‘scary’, it mores like he likes some kind of teddy bear..
“i must say, that you guys are a friendly partner to be work with” you say easily, then smiles upon wrecker and then put some distant, to see their confused-looking face.
“friendly? i think you’re so mistake-”
“i have spoken, so do not doubt my words, anyway, i need to know each one of you for this short moment” you walked past them once again, and start calling them by their name
“Hunter the leader?”
“Sir, yes sir” he replied. “delighted to make you acquaintances” you spoke, moving to another one
“er...echo right?” you asked, just to see you statement is true. “yes sir my name’s echo”. “Great, you got a nice chin right there, i see you got a lil change here” you simple-random compliment him.
“crosshair, the one and only best sniper i’ve heard in this batch, is it true?” you smiled, seeing him replying in agreement, you nodded and hit his chest “do your best”
“wrecker! nice to see a reliable big-guy right here!” oh interesting reaction, he lifts his head out of pride, nice confident.
“and last, the one handling the system, Tech. happy to see you in a great condition” you spoke, just to look at him fixing his glasses.
“Okay and i’m here, hoping that we could work just fine, don’t be like 501′st legion who draw a giant penis in the wall using their general’s lightsaber, or like the one commander from master Obi-Wan who scream while riding a lizard and a sudden bomb pops out on his way back to the camp” you said, and look at them understanding your words.
“wait- draw what with a what-” -Hunter
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your first time able to make yourself useful on the mission...
you stand to look at the Tuskans that they’re able to catch for interrogation, but what makes it hard is the Tuskans can’t speak what they would understand, so that’s what you do, translating the words that the Tuskans said.
“what did he say?”- Hunter
“he says ‘kriff you ass off’“ -Y/N
wrecker in the back : BOM BOM BAKUDA- (okay this is an technical issues, wrecker will not say that but i think he’ll blast the Tuskans)
okey the Tuskans are done, lets move to another case of interrogation..
“so make him tell me how does he get into our system, so i’ll put an defense on that” -Tech
“*furiously talking in a weird language”- a guy idk who
“oh no, i think i know what he’s talking about...”-Tech
“what did he say then?”-Crosshair
Y/N, clicks blaster at the back, “God may forgive you, but i won’t.”
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drops on earth mission...
“Anjay galak (damn so fierce in Indonesia)”
“Ayo dong bantai kami, ayo dong bang” (c’mere slaughter us dude, c’mon dude)”
“dia bule anjir, mana bisa bahasa Indonesia (they’re a tourists come on, be realist)”
“Y/N? where is he?”- Croshair
“anjing babi bamsat kampret anak tuolol”(bad words etc) *slides middle finger -Y/N
(okay this is my personal humor i think nobody likes it)
OR MAYBE-
Y/N says “oui” all the time while negotiating in France, and the one negotiate with Y/N brings up “baguette”...
“Oui oui baguette.”-Wrecker
“Oui oui baguette.” -Echo
“Oui oui...baguette?”-Tech
the bad batch in whole time in France : *proceeds to say oui oui baguette all the time because that’s the only thing they could say and they got free bag of baguettes on their way back.
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how Hunter and Tech falls in love..
the whole bad batch done the mission, but Hunter faints in the middle of the fight and finally wakes up. now someone’s panicking out of nonsense..
Hunter : wait- where’s Y/N!?
Tech : *cough
Hunter : you...left him alone!? try to contact him!!
Echo : *cough even harder
Hunter : why are you guys not moving? Quick we can’t lose him!
Crosshair : *harshly moves Hunter’s head* you’re being carried by him, idiot.
Y/N, in Obi-wan’s tone : Hello there.
Hunter : *surprise to see Y/N’s face a little too close, blushing, screaming inside, ends up coughing.
Tech, whispering : i think someone falls in love. how nice it is.
Y/N : right now is pride month?
Tech : no its June
Y/N : undestandable, thankyou dear Tech, love ya.
Tech : Hold up, dear? *Tech.exe stop working
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how Echo and wrecker fall in love..
Echo *mumbling : damn i want to be carried to..
Hunter : you could ask him if you want
Y/N : pay first * looking at Echo munching his food portion
Echo : listen i’m broke- * instantly getting carried by Y/N
Y/N : there, you like it?
Echo : ....its weirdly comfortable, how tf should i pay-
Y/N : *biting Echo’s food away from his mouth
Echo : thats my portion of...food... *silently broke
Wrecker : lets see if you can’t carry me as well!! *runs into Y/N
Y/N : NO- *instantly drops echo and try to catch wrecker instead
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well...crosshair? lets just say he start to loves you ever since you help him using a shotgun and hold him close while doing it, its not a chaos upon his way to fall in lov
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how they grow yandere...
Hunter to Y/N : just follow my lead. don’t go anywhere.
Echo to Y/N : listen if you’re in danger, i’ll make you bald!
Y/N : you’re sucks at threatening
Wrecker : how to threat good then huh?
Y/N : just say ‘if something happens to you, i’ll kill everybody in this room and then myself.’
Crosshair : well, if something happens to you, i’ll kill everybody in this planet and then myself.
Tech : honestly, me too
Crosshair : copycat, get a better one.
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First Lines Tagging Meme
I'M SO HAPPY TO BE TAGGED IN THIS TWICE! Thank you @ink-flavored and @clyde-side !! (I almost just did this on my own too because I love babbling about my own fics...)
Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line.
Now pinned and under a cut because it became a really long, really good introduction to me and my stories!
Hello!
Unnecessary and overly wordy introduction/personal musings: I love opening lines so much. When I worked at a bookstore, I used to open books and hardcore judge them on their first lines. I had barely any free time to read at that point so if it didn’t grab me in the first line or two, I put it back. The first Harry Potter book is actually in my pile of really good openers. “Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.” (Subtle alliteration, HELLO??) So I'm super excited to see if my own first lines come even close to the standards that I apply to other people lol. MY OWN MONEY IS ON NO. I have the feeling that I'm so frantic trying to get the story down on paper before the good words disappear from my head that I'm not actually paying attention to the first line. BUT LET'S SEE, SHALL WE.
So just straight up going backwards, I've written and posted TWO BRAND NEW THINGS after being away from fandom almost entirely for 10+ years! They're drabble length but they're shiny and new! <3 (All available fics are linked!)
1. Tango:
She teaches them to dance so that they can dance with her but when Atem gets that mischievous smirk on his face and pulls Yugi into his arms, their bodies spark and the dance floor smolders at their heels.
(The fic is so short that this is a full 1/5 of it but actually, I think I crammed all the good stuff right into that first line. This already might be my favorite. Like it says there in the line itself, Puzzleshipping.)
2. No Betting:
Anzu sat at the kitchen table writing carefully calculated answers onto sticky notes before attaching them to a fourth-grade math worksheet.
(Peachshipping! This one doesn't pop off until about line five so here's the rest of that bit:)
She had the same arrangement with her spouse as most parents had. When the kids were good they were hers. When they were bad, they were his. And when they were winning at games because they picked up rules with uncanny speed and read their opponents with more insight than ought to be available to a child, they were definitely, definitely his.
3. If you wanted honesty that's all you had to say (working title):
When he realized that the figure sitting under the game shop display window and smoking wasn’t Ryou, the physical body response was as though it had discovered a coiled snake not two feet away.
(This one! It's a NEW half finished(?) WIP. I actually started this one before the drabbles but wanted to finish before posting it. Then it got out of hand, then work got out of hand, then I started a couple more projects and well. I keep putting words on it though and eventually there will be a Kleptoshipper that turns into Puzzle and Tender for your reading enjoyment. Also, fair warning - don't use song lyrics as a working title. Every time I look at the document I get the song stuck in my head.)
Now we have polished up reposts of old stories for their move to AO3, where I'll basically keep my master archive. Not full re-writes but I fixed a bunch of typos and awkward sentences and they're much stronger for it. Most of these are from a pairings contest way back when so LOTS of different pairings and lots of AUs!
4. Human:
It was like a bad noir, the thought crossed both of their minds.
(Scifi AU, Rivalshipping. That one's not bad for a first line. Actually no link at the time of writing cause the re-edit is going up in like, a half hour? an hour? a half day? It's my next project after finishing this, finishing up the edit and posting it on AO3. Now with link!)
5. Blood:
Fingers through midnight black hair, whispers in his ear, touches that sizzled along the skin, awakening nerves and senses.
(Dungeonshipping, Pegasus x Otogi, vampires AU. Oh that’s a nice first line! <3)
6. Crazy for You:
The keys are too large and too heavy for the doctor more used to more modern facilities but she doesn't say anything, just follows the orderly as he pulls the large door open.
(Manipulashipping, Anzu x Marik, Psychward AU. Still one of my favorites from that era. Big bold warning though, THIS ONE CONTAINS NON-CON)
7. Finality:
“What are you doing here?”
“Saying goodbye.” Bakura’s translucent arms swept across the graveyard. “Is this not an appropriate place for it?”
(First two or so bits of dialogue as the first first is a generic question. You can tell this is one of the really old ones just by that but it's a sweet, sad little Tendershipper that still has a special place in my heart.)
8. Pieces of You:
Glitter caught the light, leaving shimmering trails in the air as it got everywhere.
(Glittershipping, Anzu x Kisara. Another one that's special to me. Kisara is my girl and my first writing muse. <3)
9. Cambodia:
“It was summer of fifty three...”
“Wait a minute, wait a minute, it can't have been fifty three. You might be that ancient but I'm not. It must have been sixty three.”
(Jiishipping. Yes. Sugoroku x Arthur. HEY, IT CAME UP IN THE RANDOM DRAW FOR THE SHIPPING CONTEST OK. And my writer's brain hasn't backed down from a challenge yet... Another one that takes 4 lines to pop off but it's a good start. Actually, here's the rest of the bit just because I cannot get enough of these two bickering:)
“What do you mean it must have been sixty three? You don't even know what story I'm trying to tell.”
“Am I in it?”
“What?”
“So you're deaf now as well as daft? AM I IN IT?”
“Of course you're in it, y'old coot. Don't know why I'd tell a story without you in it when both grandkids are sitting here.”
10. Coffee and Cigarettes:
"Cigarettes and coffee? That's not a very healthy lunch."
Mana crossed her legs and took a refined sip of her own coffee even as her company was not.
(Mischiefshipping, Mana x Thief King Bakura. Oh this one I'm actually sad that it doesn't immediately sparkle in the first line cause it's one of my absolute favorites of everything I've written. And I think it's the only time I've ever written Mana but I LOVED IT AND HER. Oh no! I lied, I've written her at least one other time though I don't think that one quite captures her sheer chaos energy like this one does.)
11. A Million Missed Chances:
Somewhere along the line, someone made a choice.
(This one. THIS ONE. I think this is by far the most epic idea I've tackled. I still don't know if the sheer scale of the thing came across in the actual fic but in my head it was massive and I remember pounding away at my teeny tiny laptop late at night because the whole thing hit me maybe a day or so before the story was due for the pairings contest. We only had a week to write each fic and my really good ideas never came to me before the very last minute. T.T Conquestshipping, Mai x Valon.)
12. A Fear of Falling:
She drove.
Like she always did when something bothered her.
(Oh the first chapter on this is also one of the really ancient ones. Like one of the very first things I wrote. That first chapter really shows its age and is a little shaky but the others are better and the last one is what fits into the chorological order here. Polarshipping, Jou x Mai. One of my very first ships. Probably THE first actually <3)
13. What Our Creators Make Us:
"Well, well." The match flared, scattering dark shadows until it was blown out and the only light that remained was the red glow from the cigarette end. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again."
(Psychoshipping, Marik x Spirit of the Ring Bakura. With a bit of Bronze, Angst and Tender in the follow up. Old but I'm ridiculously proud of it, hence it's place in the master archive. Ahaha you can tell how old it is though by how clever I think I am. I thought it was funny to make my audience figure out who was talking and not reveal the characters for a good fourth to third of the fic. Ahhhhhhh. Sorry about past me.)
14. A Revolution of the Spirit:
It wasn't fair. It just wasn't.
That they were close was understandable (you don't get much closer than sharing headspace) but that even now, after deals were made with gods, endless arguments, compromises and the ultimate guilt trip that he had only been a teenager when he willingly sacrificed himself for all of humanity, things she had only half seen and only partly understood even though they had all been there to witness, that even now Atem continued to invade Yugi's personal space as though he belonged there got on her nerves.
(Woah Nelly! That third sentence should probably be three, four and five. Even if I just split it in half we'd continue the pattern of things popping off in the fourth line. I think that's one pattern that's emerging! A really good bit takes me about four lines to set up and deliver! Oh, the challenge was Revolutionshipping, Anzu x Atem, but the fic is actually Spiritshipping, Anzu x Yugi x Atem.)
So confession time, I haven't been out of fandom completely, I just hadn't written my own standalone stories in a very long time. There are a few (ok ok more than a few) long-running rps that @miss-moberg and I have been adding to on and off over the years. I can't resist throwing in a couple of these.
15. Cafe!
The door shut behind them with the soft click of the latch and the exhale of a breath long held.
(This opening line was from December of 2020 when we rebooted a very old Prideshipper and that is a damn good opening line if I do say so myself. I can definitely see the difference now between the newer works and the older ones. I've gotten better, she's matched me pace for pace and eventually something will be finished, I'll work up the courage to ask permission to post it and the whole internet will get to see how brilliant the two of us are together.)
16. Treasure Hunt!
"Ryou, I think you're going to regret letting me tag along on your adventuring this time." Yugi didn't bother turning away from the airplane's tiny window to see if his seatmate was paying attention. He was more thinking out loud with his friend playing the role of a convenient sounding board. "Because I think this trip is the only thing I'm going to talk about ever again."
(One more from RP because it's got that fun, four line punch that we've discovered is a pattern for me! Opening entry is from 2017.)
Also, in truth, my count is a little off when I say I'd been out of fandom 10+ years. I've been away from YGO for that long but I did spend a brief stint in Homestuck where I read a ton of fanfic, flirted with a couple group RPs and even wrote a tiny bit. 9 years without writing a new fic isn't as impressive as saying ‘over a decade’ but it is a little more accurate.
17. What You Will:
In the land of fair Illyria, along a small, sandy stretch of its rocky shore, a ship has come to ruin and one lone woman lies still as death among broken wood.
(The beginning of a Homestuck/Twelfth Night crossover that I'm still determined to work more on someday. It's only got a single chapter but it's magic though now I'm concerned about not being able to recapture that. Not a bad first line though. The style is so different it took me reading it a couple times before going, oh yeeeeeah, that's pretty good!)
18. Relentless:
You pull him to the deck and then across it by the remains of his shirt. Let him say one last goodbye. His ship pillaged, his crew murdered, his hands bound behind his back and at your mercy.
Funny word, that. Mercy.
(The first line is pretty decent but there's that four line combo again! Five but I could basically fix that with a comma. Featuring the troll ancestors Mindfang and Dualscar because every time Hussey introduced new characters they were instantly my favorite.)
19. Black:
There is dark and there is dark and there is dark and then there is black. She is black. Licorice and coal. She is hate and resentment and everything that tastes bitter, the kind of black that coats the tongue like oil, drips down the back of the throat and keeps going.
(Oh wow. Am I allowed to say that about my own work? A Terezi/Vriska drabble that I'm putting as much here as I think I can get away with because it's so good that it fucks me up a little going back and reading it.)
And here it gets tricky because I think the more recent of the old, old fics are in the Drabbles and Shorts collection on ff.net and I can't see a post date. So I'll just pick a good one to end on.
20. Two Princes:
It was inevitable as the rising of Ra's chariot after a long night, as the flooding of the river banks every spring, and Atem always knew that Yugi's kiss would be as warm and gentle as the evening breeze in the summer that brought relief from the scorching day. It was.
(How about the final honor going to more Puzzle/Blind? This probably has the strongest first line of its era. Actually I'm not sure when it was written. It was just hanging out in my writing folder and, thinking about it, I probably wrote it when I was fading from fandom the first time around but still trying to hang in there. No wait! That’s too sad, we can’t end on that! Lets add one more to the list for the sake of personal narrative!)
21. Linger:
The world doesn't need him anymore. It doesn't need his sword and it doesn't need his pen.
(A tiny Princess Tutu afterward that I wrote for myself. Nice one-two punch in the opener. Also it rounds out the personal story that accidentally developed here with a line later in the fic, "Words, however, never stray far from a good writer..." Like, wait, stop. Past me, how did you know T.T)
Did that take a sudden emotional turn for anyone else or was that just me. Can I offset that a little with an honorable mention? Let’s do that while I collect myself. Here’s one more.
Honorable mention: Ryou and the Thief
There was a storm gathering and too much magic in the air. Much more than occurred naturally and magic at this level was never a good thing.
(I can’t have a list of things I’ve written without having Ryou and the Thief on it. If you click on this one though, BEWARE, it’s old, it’s silly and it has a ton of explicit gay sex that… would be written very differently if we were handling it today I’m sure! This is the first RP @miss-moberg and I ever did together and our excuse to Gemship and Puzzleship turned into us running the boys through a whole adventure based on the Osiris myth. It’s the longest thing I’ve ever completed and I’d still consider it kind of my legacy.)
And that’s the last 21(+1!) stories that I’ve written!
The clear winner of best first line for me is 15. Cafe! It’s short, elegant and manages to contain a whole mood even without the context of what’s going on and who’s involved. (Spoilers: It’s Seto and Mokuba making an AU escape from Gozoboro.) Close second is Tango, the most recent story. It’s neat to see just how much better I’ve gotten and also really cool to see that even if the first line itself doesn’t contain a punch, it’s usually because there’s a nice, strong idea being set up and delivered in the first four lines (or so). What a pleasant surprise!
AND WOW, this whole tag thing didn't need to be so long! Or personal! Seriously, if you get this tag from me the challenge is only to list the first lines to 20 stories and maybe try to draw one or two conclusions from them. You all thought I was joking when I said I loved talking about my own writing! But actually, I guess it’s fine like this as I ended up using it as a way to re-introduce myself. Like, "Hey, I used to live here a long time ago and oh my god I love what you've done with the place!" Rather than being someone who's just popped up out of nowhere a few weeks ago to creepily bother all your best of the best creators so....
^///^ Hello!
Thanks for letting me ramble!
Tags! I think I've seen most of the authors I follow do this already but on the off chance you haven't been tagged yet: @elexica (checked your blog to see if you'd already done the tag and saw that you're another person returning to writing fanfiction after 10+ years. Same! Hello!!), @danieco, @draconicmaw, @nedjemetsenen (has someone tagged you already?) and two shots in the dark, @miss-moberg and @edmondia (I'm so sorry you two. T.T Please feel free to block me forever.) And please, anyone else who wants to babble about their own writing! Do this, it was so much fun. <3
#ygo#yu-gi-oh#yugioh#yugioh fanfiction#fanfic#fanfiction#jenific#so many ships#so many characters like woah#not half bad for a retrospective if i do say so myself#thank you for coming to my ted talk#tag game#first lines tag
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Don’t Let Me Down
Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 1,500 Warning: Two curse words Author’s Note: That premium scene from Book 1, Chapter 1 where MC helps Ethan pick something from the vending machine but from his POV
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Not for the first time that day, his patience stretches out dangerously thin as he inspects the options of the vending machine. What a day it was turning out to be and he was only half way through his shift. It was not uncommon for new interns to grate on his nerves; after all, everyone at Edenbrook carefully threaded around him on the first week of new recruits. However, there was something about this group that pushed him even further over the edge. Either they were particularly boisterous, or Ethan was just getting old.
Fleetingly, he thinks of the thoracotomy intern from that morning. His mind particularly recalls the unabashed and almost taunting smirk that illuminated her face after he criticized her technique, leaving him momentarily puzzled. Anyone else would have wilted under his wrath, he had seen it hundreds of times before. With a wicked glint in her eyes, she had had the nerve to flirt with him.
God help him if that was what he would have to put up with all year.
“Um. Hi, Dr. Ramsey,” a small voice says from behind him.
Distracted, he briefly glances at the speaker, only to freeze immediately after.
It was the intern from that morning, standing there as though he had summoned her with thought alone, her cheeks flushed, a book clutched to her chest, and a look of pure determination set on her face.
“... Rookie.”
The feeble acknowledgement is all the greeting he offers her as he returns his attention to the vending selections.
“I was hoping you might sign my book,” she says when it becomes clear he is done speaking.
That surprises him, though years of experience with schooling his expression into an indifferent one help him conceal this. “Autographs? Don't you have other work to be doing? Or at least other attendings to irritate?”
Ethan catches sight of her reflection on the glass of the machine. That smile is back, tilting one corner of her mouth into a peculiar smirk, a knowing one.
“No, just you,” she quips.
Ethan stares at her reflection, completely shocked at his urge to smile at that.
“I should have guessed,” he returns dryly, pleased that his voice sounds as collected and indifferent as he prefers it. There is a small pause in which he sees her open her mouth as if to say something. She closes it just as quickly. “Well, if you have something else to say, then say it.”
Dr. Allende hesitates briefly. Ethan can practically see the gears of her mind working, much like he observed that morning during the emergency. A small crease forms in between her brows as she collects her thoughts and he feels impatience and something else starting to swell his temper once more. He only begins to realize that the unknown emotion is eagerness, when she finally speaks.
“I won't let you down again.”
Whatever Ethan is expecting, it is not that. There is something about the young doctor before him that enables his innate need to be a pain in the ass because he returns, “You can see the future? If so, you'll make a remarkable physician.”
“I just meant—”
He knows what she meant. The automatic response to a genuine promise to do better surprises even him. Ethan had always held a reputation of being brutally honest, if at times excessively harsh and sarcastic. Seconds after he says the words, however, even he admits the statement is just downright cruel.
You unmeasured asshole, he thinks.
He tries again. “You will let me down again, Rookie.” Vaguely, he notes that although he is very aware of her name, he prefers the nickname. “What's more, you'll let yourself down. Over and over.”
Tired of speaking to her through a reflection on a vending machine, he turns to face her. Standing this close, and with no suffocating patient between them, he is hit with how unquestionably pretty she is. Ethan tries to dismiss that thought at once, but the flush he had initially noticed is still present on her cheeks, redirecting his attention to the constellation of faint freckles dusting her nose.
Dr. Allende, meanwhile, is watching him with a sudden seriousness, lips slightly parted and head tilted to one side, perhaps struggling to determine if there is more bitter sarcasm coming her way. A myriad of silent thoughts flit across her face and once again he feels a keenness to know more.
“But what matters,” he continues instead, “is that you get back on your feet each and every time, and push yourself to be better.”
She silently takes in the words, giving no indication of her thoughts. Infuriatingly, she changes the subject, choosing to tell him about her favorite snack.
Frustrated, Ethan begins to dismiss this when she assertively informs him, “I know you’re not getting something for yourself.” Her eyes are on the vending machine. “You’re trying to pick something to cheer up Barbara in there, right?”
Startled, Ethan privately commends her observation.
“How’d you figure that?” he asks instead, genuinely curious.
“Just paying attention.” The answer is delivered with one of her winsome smiles. “You know, I bet I could pick out just the thing.”
He stares at said smile a beat too long.
“I doubt it. Barbara's even more stubborn than you.” Dr. Allende's eyebrows rise at this, evidently intrigued. Before they can dwell on any other observations he has made about her character, Ethan plows on. “She’s refused to take her pills for two days.”
His curiosity is an entity of its own by now, palpably gnawing at him. “But be my guest. It’s a hopeless endeavor.”
As she moves closer to the machine, the challenge is clear on her face, embellishing that charming simper of hers. Ethan studies her closely, looking for any clues that might give him an insight to her mind. The only thing Dr. Allende betrays, however, as she studiously looks at the selections, is a small graze of her teeth against her lush bottom lip.
Ethan almost misses her selection, the sound of a pack of gum hitting the tray bringing him back to himself.
“What the hell is that?”
“You’ve never had Chuckles Gum? They write jokes in the wrapper.” An almost childish grin spreads across her face as she opens a stick of gum to show him. “See? This one’s even a doctor joke.”
But Ethan is not paying the wrapper any mind because at that precise moment, she glances at the joke before reading it out loud. Her teeth catch her lower lip again as she suppresses her amusement, the sight entirely too distracting.
“‘What type of blood did the author have?’”
He doesn't even hear the joke.
“Type-O,” she answers when Ethan doesn't respond. “Like a typo?”
Ethan clears his throat quietly. “Oh, I got it,” he lies. “It’s just not funny.”
This makes her laugh, doing nothing to help his efforts to be present in the conversation. “Tough crowd. Look, just give them to her, okay? Trust me.”
Grateful for an aversion, he takes the pack of gum into Barb's room. The older woman reads one of the jokes to herself, guffaws, and miraculously agrees to take her medication. By the time Ethan returns to the hallway, he is speechless.
He only finds his voice to demand how she knew that would work. There was no denying the searing curiosity burning through his rationality.
Dr. Allende winks so swiftly, he could have missed it. “A girl’s gotta have some secrets.”
This time, he fails to fight back a smile. “You’re really going to hold out on me?”
“I’m going for an air of mystery. Is it working?”
That damn smile again.
“Mildly,” he lies.
Dr. Allende's attention returns to the machine, which announces a fifty cent credit from his dollar. Without a single word, she makes a selection, retrieving a chocolate bar from the tray.
“And who is that for?” he asks, unable to stop himself.
Smoothly, she throws it at him. He easily catches it despite being completely agog.
“You.”
For the first time in a long time, the surprise must be evident in his expression because she explains, “Saw you kept staring at it earlier. You know, it’s okay to treat yourself sometimes.”
Ethan allows the words to skin in, his fingers clasping the candy. Quietly, he wonders what he looks like to the staff passing by as he takes in that ever present, beguiling smile of hers.
“...I’ll keep that in mind.”
Seemingly satisfied, she turns to leave. Before he can stop himself, he calls out, “Wait.”
Dr. Allende turns, watching him curiously.
Already feeling outrageously out of his comfort zone, Ethan nods toward the book she still holds against her chest. “Give it here.”
He knows what he will inscribe before she eagerly hands him the copy of his own book. With a flourish, he writes, “Don't let me down.”
“Now get back to work, Allende.”
She pauses.
“You remembered my name?”
Fuck. He had gotten careless and let that slip.
“...Just paying attention,” he returns noncommittally, mirroring her words from earlier.
Dr. Allende opens her mouth to respond, but before she can say anything, Ethan practically forces himself to walk away. When he is certain he has put enough distance between them, he turns back to watch her retreating form. Against his better judgment, he allows a smile.
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Catch up here.
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Author’s Note: Imagine how pissed Ramsey will be when he finds out she gave that to Landry.
Ah, writing this was an experience. Getting the dialogue was a journey. Maybe I’ll write the bar scene next. Let me know what you think.
Anyway, this is one of my favorite scenes from book 1. Hope I did it some justice.
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