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so-much-for-stardust6 · 14 hours ago

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Vacation- Mike Diamond

summary: you’re on the yearly summer vacation you take with the beastie boys but this time mike brought his girlfriend, ruining the whole trip for you.

lowercase intended

warnings: not proof read

a/n: finally feeling inspired enough to write. hopefully i get back into writing like i used to because damn do i miss it

“wakey wakey!!” my friend adam, or as people know him as ad-rock, yells out before jumping on top of me.

“what the fuck adam?!” i exclaim and shove him off.

“yauch made breakfast, everyone’s waiting for you.” he poked my cheek.

i open my eyes to look at him before chuckling a bit.

“i can skip breakfast.” i turn around to avoid his stare and try to fall back asleep but he climbed over me to stare at me even more.

“oh come on, y/n, stop being such a debbie downer.”

“i am not.”

“are to! i mean you’ve barely spent time with us, it’s almost like you don’t exist.”

“good, i’d rather keep it that way.” i mumble.

me, ad-rock, yauch, and mike are on our yearly vacation we take in the summer. we’ve been doing this ever since their debut album took off, a little treat for us. but this year mike decided to bring his new girlfriend (after many arguments about how she needs to be there cause of me) which completely ruined this trip for me. i hate to say it because he’s my friend but i’ve never liked his girl. when i first met her she was instantly snobby and rude to me, eyeing me whenever i talked to mike. and to make matters even worse, i’m in love with mike. i learned this the beginning of the year, deciding not to tell him in fear of ruining our friendship.

“come on..mike misses you..”

my heart skips a beat at his sentence but i calm myself down.

“he has someone to keep him company, i’m sure he doesn’t miss me much.”

ad groaned at my attitude, getting off my bed to grab my blanket. he yanked it off of me, causing me to curl into a ball at the sudden breeze.

“adam! leave me alone!” i scream at him, wide awake at this point.

“not until you eat with us.”

“i fucking hate you, you know.”

“love you too, y/n/n.” he grins at me.

i get up and slip on a hoodie, not caring to get dressed. i wasn’t planning on going out at all today, not ready enough to see mike’s girl practically dry hump him whenever i’m near. ad and i walk down the stairs and into the kitchen which was bursting with conversation. mike’s girl was talking and laughing but as soon as she saw me she instantly stopped. she said something to mike before shoving her tongue into his mouth. he leaned into it and made out with her in front of everyone. yauch uncomfortably shifted in his seat at the sudden intimacy from the couple. he heard us walking and turned around, his eyes begging for help.

“get a room, jeez.” ad spoke up.

she pulled away with a stupid grin on her face.

“oopsie, i didn’t see you guys there.” she used her finger to wipe away near her lips.

i hid my angry expression as much as i could to not start anything. i made a beeline to the food, putting little portions on my plate. i took a seat next to yauch, who gave me a little shove and a smile.

“how’d you sleep?” he asked, taking a mouthful of syrup drenched pancakes.

“not good, there was too much noise last night.” i mumbled, bringing up the fact that mike and his girl were fucking practically all night.

and i knew her ass was loud to rub it in my face.

“sorry, mikey is just sooo good in bed.” she giggled.

yauch made a grossed out face, not liking her behavior.

“baby, stop it.” mike embarrassingly whispered.

i quickly began devouring my food, ready to race back into bed and sleep.

“someone must be hungry.” ad joked.

“nope, just wanna sleep.” i mumble with my mouthful of food.

“gross, don’t talk with your mouthful.” mike’s girl spat.

i glared at her before continuing to eat.

“you’re not going out with us?” mike asked.

“nah, not feeling it.”

“what? you’re crazy, you’re going.” yauch stated.

“no i’m not.” i stood up, empty plate in hand as i set it in the sink.

“we’re going to rocky’s though, we always go.” mike said, disappointment in his voice.

i only shrug and go back upstairs. it’s my own attitude that’s making this trip shitty, and i’m making it shitty for everyone else too. once i get into my room i close the door, leaning against it as tears pricked my eyes.

“fucking stupid.” i mutter to myself.

i heard loud stomps echo throughout the hallway, followed by a door slamming. i think nothing of it and go back to lay down, practically instantly knocking out. i’m suddenly awoken up from my sleep by loud yelling.

“do you even fucking love me, mike?!”

“baby…we’ve been dating for a couple months..”

“so you don’t?!”

“i really like you but we’re not that advanced in our relationship for me to feel that way.”

“oh shut up with that talk! you love her! i see the way you look at her! she’s a slut and bitch who can’t keep her hands off of other people’s stuff!”

“you shut up! she is NOT a slut or bitch! you’ve been nothing but rude to her since day one! i’m sorry penny but this isn’t going to work out.”

“excuse me?!”

“you heard me. you can’t say shit like that about my friends, especially me. so please pack up, i’ll be calling you a taxi to the airport.”

“fuck you! fuck you and your sissy ass band!”

the yelling ending with a loud slam of a door. my heart was racing at the conversation, feeling like i was intruding.

“fuck!” mike exclaim out before a loud thud was heard.

i slowly sat up, not knowing what to do. i wanted to comfort him but i was the reason he just broke up with her. thankfully yauch beat me to it, knocking on his door to comfort him. ad knocked on my door, slowly opening it to check on me.

“you hear that crazy shit?” he chuckled, coming inside and sitting on my bed.

“hard not to.”

“finally he grew a pair.”

“to break up with her?”

“yeah, he’s been wanting to for a while. he told me he didn’t even want her to come, but she fucking guilt tripped her way in.” he scoffed at her audacity.

“this is all my fault. i feel so bad.” i shoved my head into my hands.

“this is not your fault, y/n. he just so happened to be attracted to someone who couldn’t accept the fact he’s friends with a girl. she was too insecure so she took it out on you. it’s unfortunate how you coincidentally began liking him before they got together.”

“that’s exactly it! my feelings are too intense but it’s such a terrible time to even say anything. i’m bursting at the seams here, ad. i just wanna scream that i love him from the top of my lungs.” those tears from earlier coming back.

“give him time. he doesn’t realize it but he does love you too. i’m not blind, i can see he does. yauch can too.”

“you think they’re having this conversation too?” i laugh.

“shit, i hope they are. now get dressed, we’re going out.” he patted my knee before leaving.

i smiled and quickly got dressed. once everyone was ready at near the door, we left to head to rocky’s. mike looked sad but he was putting a fake face on, trying to be happy. i held back my voice, wanting to say something but fighting against it. we went inside the bar/arcade (aka rocky’s) and quickly grabbed a pitcher of beer.

“who wants to go against me in air hockey?” ad asks.

“i’ll murder you.” yauch volunteers.

the two left, leaving mike and i alone. mike sipped on his beer like it was water.

“hey..” i softly shove his shoulder to catch his attention.

“hey..” he looked at me, a sad smile on his face.

“you wanna shoot some hoops? see who gets a higher score?” i nod my head towards the machine.

“only if you’re okay with losing.” he says, a cocky smile on his face.

“you’re hilarious.”

we walked over and i put my coins in. i got into position before the balls were released to me. i grabbed them and shot them, missing basket more than making them. i curse to myself as i realize i might actually lose. the timer buzzed right as i shot my last balls, luckily making it.

“700…baby work.” mike teased.

“oh yeah? let’s see if you can do better.” i scoffed.

“scoot aside, let the winner go.” he put in his coins.

he started his game, basically making every basket. i knew mike was good at basketball but i had faith in myself that i’d beat him. my mouth was agape as i watch the balls swish into the net. the timer buzzed and his score was displayed. 1500.

“light work.” he dusted off his hands.

“hate you.”

“love you too, loser.” he smiled at me, softly punching my shoulder.

i blushed at his words, knowing he only means as friends. he eyes scanned my pink cheeks and my avoiding eyes. the conversation he had with yauch opened his mind to much more, and now he sees what yauch was saying.

“wanna go to the photo booth?” mike asked.

“yeah sure!”

i practically ran there to claim out spot, checking out all the different filters for our picture.

“let’s do this one.” the boarder of the picture had sand all over and little seashells littered.

mike and i got into position, smiling at the camera before it went off.

“okay okay, now a funny one.”

i turned to mike and pretended to choke him, he stuck out his tongue like he was dying. we tried to hold our laughter as the camera snapped, a slight smile on our faces. i moved back to our position, looking at the screen as i fixed my hair.

“i’m in love with you.” mike suddenly said.

my face froze, my heart rate increasing. the camera went off and took a picture.

“what…” i look at him.

“i’m in love with you.”

his eyes scanned mine, hoping he didn’t mess up. i couldn’t find my words nor my breath.

“you do?”

the camera took the last picture, capturing my panicked state.

“yeah. i know it’s weird since penny and i just broke up but…yauch said things. he said things that made me realize a lot. he made me realize that i love you.” he nervously fiddled with his hands.

i put my finger in the air, indicating for him to give me a second. i grab the last of the coins i had on me and put them into the booth again. i click the same filter before watching it count down. i look back at him and smile.

“i love you too.”

his face instantly lit up seconds before the camera snapped. he didn’t say anything but pull me into a kiss. my stomach felt like i went through an intense coaster. my heart ready to burst. the camera snapping our first kiss. he pulled away, resting his forehead on mine.

“yauch was right. you do love me.”

“ad was right too. you also love me.” i chuckle.

the last two pictures were taken, hearing the machine print them outside. we stood up, hand in hand as we exited the booth. stepping out i ran into a tall, lanky man. i focus my eyes and realize it’s yauch, ad by his side. they had our fresh pictures in hand, smiling at the pictures.

“glad you took my advice, mike.”

“can’t believe you were right.” mike chuckled.

“you two look so cute! look at mike blushing!” ad teased in a baby voice.

“oh shut up!” mike punched ad in the shoulder.

“mike and y/n sitting in a tree. k-i-s-s-i-n-g!” ad sang.

mike disconnected our hands to chase ad around the arcade.

“god they’re idiots.” i say as yauch and i watched.

“hey, you love one of those idiots.” he teased.

“don’t make me chase you too.”

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averagetm · 1 year ago

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@twcfaces liked for a ( starter )

𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 from the young woman, one hand reaching toward her neck ( fingers rubbing at the taught muscles . . . ) ❛❛ I’m sorry. I promise, I promise that I’m fine ! ❜❜ a momentary slip of her persona, irritation slipping through in the form of bitter words and a click of her tongue. ❛❛ I just . . . I just had a shitty day, some of the guys in class were really getting’ on my nerves today ~ ❜❜ her smile was strained, placing a plastic bag upon his desk.

❛❛ It might be why I got a little more food than usual. Oopsie ~ ? ❜❜

#twcfaces #/ 𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘 ✿ ( character interaction )#/ 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗨𝗘 ✦ ( q )

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moreofem · 2 years ago

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I weirdly have a food fight fantasy with Carmy you’re pissed off at each other all day and then as you’re both cleaning up for the night someone grabs a spoon full of mashed potatoes and throws it which leads to sex and licking the food off each other

M.exe has stopped working😩 lil sumn sumn under the cut!! (Currently can’t add gifs cause my data is very bad rn so just picture Jeremy being a hot, distressed chef.)

It started off with the thousandth argument. You and Carmy love each other, but also love bickering with each other like a married couple, which makes your friends and colleagues go absolutely insane. So, now that the two of you were giving each other silent treatment, the kitchen was only *slightly* calmer.

But there was tension for the whole day, during family, you two sat on opposite sides of the table, during service, during clean up… until it was just the two of you hanging out for close up. I mean you couldn’t do it any other way, you guys lived together so you only came with one car. So you just didn’t talk to each other. Carmy was cleaning the last things, and you were too. All of a sudden, you felt a blob of something land on the back of your neck. Looking up at the industrial ceiling, you didn’t see anything dripping, which reassured you. So the only way some… thickened gravy? could’ve appeared on your you skin was…

“Carmen what the fuck?”

He ducked his head, smirking underneath his nose.

“… that’s what you get..”

“Excuse me? Get for what? You’re the one who’s been breakin my balls all-“

Another blob of gravy.

“Oh you motherfucker…”

You dipped your hand in some random chocolate sauce that was hanging around, before throwing it on him. It landed on his stained shirt. He gasped and laughed, before grabbing a spoonful of strawberry jam and throwing it on you, making you scream and run around the countertops, endless giggles streaming from your mouth.

Bucket of flour. You grinned and reached to open it, but before you could, Carmy grabbed your sides, preventing you from reaching it. You whined and screamed and laughed, and you let him lead you to the ground.

“Nuh-uh. It’s closed baby, can’t open that one..”

“Urgh, shut up. You know that I was gonna win that one.”

Carmen didn’t say anything, he just stared at you and smirked. You squirmed under his heavy gaze, and your quickened breaths made your chest heave, which made Carmen stare even more.

“Wait here. I’m serious. Don’t fucking move. I’ll be right back.”

You looked at him in confusion as he got up and went to the walk in fridge.

“…Oookkaaayyy?” You stayed on the cool tiles, giggling to yourself.

When he came back and kneeled to show you what he got, you grinned at his eyebrows wiggling.

“Ain’t no way you brought whipped cream… Ew, you’re so kinkyyy”

You both grinned and laughed at each other, and he asked if he could lift your shirt. You bit your lip and nodded, the cool air making goosebumps appear on your torso. Carmy’s eyes became darker, seeing the way your sports bra made your tits lift up. He opened the can of whipped cream, and-

“Don’t move baby..”

- he put some on your cleavage. You watched with hooded eyes as he bent down to lick it, grabbing the big glob with his tongue.

“Oh… Bear…Mhm… Naughty.”

You felt his tongue against your breasts and he saw your nipples harden. He smirked and did it again, this time putting some on his finger. He placed his index on your plush, lower lip.

“Oopsie… guess I’ll have to lick that clean then.”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed his jaw, finally colliding your lips with his. His chapped lips felt good against yours, adding some roughness. You whimpered in his mouth when he slipped his tongue in, and you could taste the slightly sweetened foam.

“Carmy… Fuck. Carmen. Bear, take my pants off, I-I want you to eat my pussy, I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier, just please, please eat me.”

He nodded breathlessly, his chapped lips now puffed and glistening with spit and sugar; and you couldn’t help but taste him one last time. He tasted like stale cigarettes, vanilla and that blue-raspberry energy drink he likes, and you just couldn’t get enough. Carmen peppered kisses across your cheeks, your chin, behind your ear, down your throat, nipped at your collarbones - which made you hiss-, lapped his tongue over the globes of your breasts, kissed your stomach, until he reached your leggings.

“Lift your hips for me baby”

He slipped the pants and your underwear off at the same time, and you spread your legs for him, revealing your glistening pussy to him. He hummed and smiled, not wanting to tear his eyes away from the way you were blossoming underneath him.

“You’re so pretty for me honey… you’re so fucking gorgeous. This pussy’s so so pretty”

You winked at him, grabbed the canister of whipped cream, and made it foam on your mound. He groaned and dove right in, licking the foam, before flattening his tongue and licking a long, delightful stripe from your opening to your clit. You moaned, and he did it again, lapping all of your juices. He groaned at the taste of the artificial vanilla bean mixed with the tangy, indescribable, taste of you.

“Mhm… taste s’good”

You whimpered and grabbed his hair, dirtying it even more, but you couldn’t care any less. Carmen wrapped his lips around your clit, watching your reaction closely. Your eyes flew open, and you made eye contact with the big, blue and intense eyes your boyfriend has. You watched him feast on you, bury his stiff tongue into you, kissing your pussy lips, rub his nose into the short hairs of your mound, and and the fact that he was letting you use him… my god, you were about to cum.

He felt it too, when your breathing became erratic and your hips were fucking his face even more, grinding up his nose, hooking your clit with the strong arch.

“Cum for me baby, do it for me, be good and cum”

You whimpered and threw your head back, your lower stomach finally relaxing, and you can all over Carmen’s eager mouth, who didn’t hesitate to lap everything up. When you came down from your high, you saw Carmen smile at you, kissing the stretch marks on your inner thighs, and you snickered, looking around.

“Well, I think we’re gonna have to clean some more, the faster we clean, the faster we can get home, yeah?

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Yass queen

#carmen berzatto blurb #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto smut #carmen berzatto concepts #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #the bear fx #thots 😈#minors dni

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babyboibucky · 4 years ago

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The Match - Part 4

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky gives you a promotion celebration you’ll never forget.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: FINGERING 💦, not wearing a seatbelt oopsies

A/N: The celebration is here! So obviously, this series will be non-linear with your office escapades with Bucky thrown in every once in a while 😏 Anywayyyy, I hope you guys will enjoy this part! I wanted to make it even filthier but idk, it ended up being like this lol. I don’t even know what my standard for filthy is anymore looool. Thank you as always for the amazing feedback! I appreciate you all 🥺

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You consciously got up from your cubicle, straightening up your skirt and letting out a deep sigh as you gathered your things.

No one will know, you reminded yourself as you slung your bag onto your shoulder.

“This is so weird...” you whined to yourself when you stepped out, unable to ignore how bare you were underneath your skirt.

Bucky’s stern command rang in your ears as you slowly walked along the corridor, remembering the conversation that took place before you left his office earlier.

“I’ll meet you at the basement parking at exactly 6:15pm.” Bucky said after informing you that he wanted to “celebrate” your promotion.

The only celebration you could think of was having his cock inside your mouth, honestly. And the thought of feeling its weight against your tongue was making you wet again.

“Okay.” You responded before turning around to leave.

“And oh, I want your panties off by then. Don’t be late.”

Walking around the office without any underwear on felt like the tenth circle of hell, especially with your co-workers stopping you every once in a while for a short conversation about your promotion.

“Girl! I saw the e-mail! Congratulations!” Martha squealed when you came across her.

You forced a smile and thanked her, trying to hurry your way out of the office because having your pussy out felt horrifying. It’s not like anyone would know but goddamn Bucky and his request, this was the most uncomfortable you’ve ever been.

Martha bid goodbye thank fuck, but just as you were about to press the button of the elevator, Mark saw you and called for your attention.

“So, department head huh?” He said as he approached you.

You forced out a chuckle, “That’s me alright. Look I hav—“

“You deserved that promotion. I mean, it was surprising but well-deserved. Hey, do you want to grab a drink later tonight?” He asked with interest.

You made a face, “Oh sorry, I’m going out with...a friend...to celebrate. Maybe next time?” You said and quickly pressed on the button.

Time was ticking and you were sure that Bucky’s probably on his way down to the basement. You started tapping your foot on the ground when Mark continued to tell you about this new bar a few blocks away and how he would love to take you there sometime. All you could do was nod enthusiastically, hoping for the elevator to reach your floor.

Your phone dinged and your eyes almost popped out of their sockets when you saw that Bucky had sent you a text. And that the time was now 6:15pm. Shit.

I’m waiting.

-B

You were just about to type a reply when three dots suddenly appeared, followed by another message.

I said don’t be late. I’m giving you another 3 minutes and if you aren’t here by then, I won’t let you cum.

Just like that, your phone slipped from your hands and fell to the ground much to your horror. Because how the fuck were you going to bend down to pick it up without exposing your pussy?!

“No worries, I got it.” Mark said about to pick up your phone when you yelled for him to stop.

Either you’ll let him pick it up and have Bucky’s message be seen or bend down and have your womanly part be seen instead. Mark looked up at you suspiciously.

“It’s okay, I got it.” You awkwardly smiled and slowly tried to bend down, struggling with your knees to make sure no one would see that you’d forgone your underwear.

Mark chuckled at your strange behavior but decided to let it go and bid goodbye, repeating that you owed him a night at the bar. You merely offered a smile before hopping into the elevator as soon as the doors slid open.

Bucky had an entire parking basement reserved for him, obviously it was one of the perks of being the CEO. You didn’t have to worry about being seen down there either so that was a relief.

As soon as you stepped out of the elevator, you immediately caught sight of Bucky right across, leaning against his black Jaguar XF. Even from afar, you could see that he was glaring at you for being late.

You squeaked to yourself and hurriedly approached him, ignoring how your bare cunt was slightly getting damp just from seeing Bucky gazing at you like that.

He watched you with a stoic expression as you jogged towards him. You swallowed hard because you couldn’t read your face but you were sure that you were in for something.

“I said don’t be late.” He gruffly said.

“Sorry, I got caught up on my way here. And it’s not that easy to walk around commando.” You snapped.

Bucky lifted his eyebrow at you, his eyes moving lower to stare at your skirt as if he was trying to see through the fabric. You squeezed your thighs together, feeling the heat rise up to your cheeks.

The way Bucky looked at you made you feel exposed and vulnerable, even with clothes on.

Bucky held out his hand, “You’re really an obedient one, aren’t you?” He asked with amusement.

You heaved out a deep breath before fishing your black underwear out from your bag, handing over at Bucky who smirked at you as he placed it inside his back pocket.

“You better be ready, ‘cause you��re in for a celebration.” He whispered.

Who would have thought that Bucky was so damn good at multitasking? He already proved it earlier when he took a phone call while he was fucking you. But now, he took the skill to a whole another level.

The man was driving along the highway while his hand was rubbing the shit out of your cunt while you were on the front seat with your legs wide open.

You could hear your mother’s voice in your ears reminding you to use a seatbelt. God forbid that Bucky crashes the car, you weren’t ready for rescuers to discover your body in such a state.

What would they even tell your mother? Ma’am, your daughter was being fingered in the car when they crashed. What a way to go, huh?

“Bucky...” you moaned, your hand coming up to claw at his forearm when he sped up with his assault on your sex.

“Fuck, look at you. So fuckin’ wet, dripping down on my seat cover, huh?” Bucky grunted as his fingers continued to rub across your pussy.

How the hell was he even driving properly?! Not once did he swerve nor missed a turn. Does this man even have a weakness?

Meanwhile, you looked wrecked and used as you squirmed in your seat with your skirt bunched up to your waist. You could hear your wetness as Bucky continued to play with your folds, opening them up until he was able to insert his middle finger into your hole.

The sound you made was borderline pornographic, and you couldn’t bring your eyes away from how Bucky’s hand stayed in between your legs. The seat cover was made out of leather and thank goodness for that because the mess you were making was just too much.

“Shit...you’re gonna make me cum.” You moaned out loud, your hips rolling on its own accord when Bucky slipped another finger in.

“Oh baby,” Bucky chuckled, “You know you can’t. You were late, remember?” He teased, stealing a quick glance at you before returning his attention back on the road.

You whimpered, “I’m sorry...please...god I’m so close.”

Bucky licked his lips and pumped his fingers into you faster. Your toes curled inside your pumps, thighs quaking and hips violently grinding against his hand; but just as when you were about to snap, Bucky withdrew his fingers and made a sharp turn on the road.

“Bucky, please!” You begged.

He tutted, “No cumming. At least, not now.” He smirked.

Your hand was about to replace Bucky’s but he quickly noticed what you were trying to do and warned you.

“Touch yourself and I’ll fuck you on the hood of my car while everyone watches.”

Hearing that from Bucky made your eyes roll. You seriously got it bad for your boss, and he only fucked you once!

Bless Tinder for helping you land one Bucky Barnes.

The car slowed down and you noticed that Bucky was parking right in front of a fancy restaurant. Was he seriously going to leave you high and dry and then take you out to dinner?

Your eyes landed on Bucky’s hand, still glistening with your wetness, as he maneuvered the wheel. He doesn’t even care about smearing your juices on his steering wheel and you found it so hot that the throbbing in your cunt was becoming unbearable.

You closed your legs and pulled down your skirt, adjusting your position on the front seat. You groaned when you felt your wetness seep into your skirt, forming wet patches all over the fabric. You blushed upon realizing that you were sitting on a puddle of your own juices.

“I’m wet, Bucky.” You told him matter-of-factly.

He turned to you, “I’d be disappointed if you weren’t.”

You deadpanned, “Not that! I mean...” you said and motioned to your skirt.

“Don’t worry, I bought you a dress.” He said and reached for a paper bag sitting on the backseat.

You made a face, “You have everything planned out, don’t you?” You asked.

Bucky’s shit-eating grin gave away the answer. He wanted you to make a mess in his car and he knew he could do that to you. What a smug bastard, but hot nonetheless.

“Go change in the backseat while I clean up your mess.” He said with a smirk.

“But I want to—“

“I’ll make you cum before dessert arrives, I promise.” Bucky cut you off with a sweet kiss on your lips, much to your surprise.

The kiss was simple, no tongue or whatsoever. It was just that, a kiss. So why were you having butterflies in your stomach?

“Now go and change, I made a reservation and we can’t miss it.”

Shit, shit, shit.

You may have realized that Bucky doesn’t seem to have a weakness (provided that he multitasked like a god), but you sure as hell discovered yours when Bucky kissed you like that.

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citrinesparkles · 3 years ago

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doctor todd.

jason todd x gender neutral vigilante!reader. 1,875 words. notes: requested by @jason-redhood as part of my hundred followers celebration! this got a lot longer than i intended, oopsies. thanks for requesting- hope you enjoy! warnings: tending wounds, mentions of food.

"y'know, lurking outside somebody's window is a good way to get yourself shot," jason called over his shoulder.

"i'll keep that in mind," you said, voice strained enough to shoot dread into his veins and draw his attention completely away from his work.

he set the gun he had been cleaning on the table and twisted around to find you gingerly sliding through the open window.

"hey," you mumbled, giving him a weak wave after your boots hit the floor. "sorry for not calling, i just..."

you were backlit, the glow of the city making it impossible to see your features from the dining area- but your posture alone was enough to have him shoving his chair back and crossing his apartment.

"how bad?" he asked, stopping a few steps back, now able to make out the tears in your suit and the bruises around your mask.

"pretty sure i sprained my wrist, and there's a poorly-bandaged gash on my leg, but otherwise i'm peachy."

"how bad's the leg?"

"i'm... not sure. bad enough that i think i need your help." you patted the windowsill with a gloved hand. "obviously."

he nodded and slid to your good side, gently resting a hand on your shoulder. "okay. c'mon, my stuff's in the bathroom."

"here." he handed you a pair of shorts and a large tank top. "change into this so i can get to the wounds, okay? i'll be right out here if you need anything."

"you're good!" you called.

he nudged the bathroom door back open and scooped your uniform up from the floor, carefully putting it in a canvas bag and tying the handles together before setting it in the tub to deal with later. "alright," he sighed, turning back to face you.

his clothes looked way too right on you, he realized, a wave of emotion he would vehemently deny surging through his chest and pushing heat to his neck and cheeks.

"alright?"

"okay. alright. uh-" he jerked a thumb at the counter- "up here, i guess, so i can see your leg."

you propped one foot on the toilet lid and braced your good hand against his shoulder, his hands instinctively coming up to hover around your waist as you pushed yourself up and settled next to the sink.

the grateful smile you gave him was enough to tug his lips into a smile of his own.

"you're up, doctor todd," you teased.

he stepped forward with a halfhearted eyeroll, fingers brushing the cloth tied hastily around your leg. "can i take this off?"

"go ahead."

he tugged gently at the knot, wincing when you inhaled sharply. "sorry."

the scrap fell away, revealing dried blood and an open wound on the outside of your thigh.

"yeesh, that is nasty," he said.

you scoffed lightly. "gee, thanks."

"hey, if you wanted a nice doctor, you probably should have gone somewhere else." he shifted to the side, grabbing a clean cloth and bottle of alcohol. "fair warning, you're really not gonna like me here in a minute."

your quick "i seriously doubt that." was greeted with a grin that felt a little too fond for his liking.

he told himself it was for your benefit.

...yeah, that sounded good.

he could live with that.

he made quick work of cleaning the gash, doing his best to distract you by making stupid small talk about the horrible movie he'd sat through that morning because the tv remote had been out of reach and the mediocre new coffee shop with dry blueberry muffins.

"was the coffee okay, at least?"

"okay, yeah, but not 'five-dollars-fifty' okay. if i hadn't been falling asleep in line i probably would have left when i saw the price."

"there's a nice one up by my place, they make the best blueberry muffins ever."

he hummed. "i'll keep that in mind, next time i'm over that way." he leaned back, studying your cut. "i think stitches would probably be smart."

you groaned. "of course they would."

"i'm okay to do them- i do them on myself- but if you want i can give you a lift to a hospital or something."

"no. if you can, i want you to do them. i trust you."

he sat with that for a minute, searching your face for any hesitation. when he found none, he nodded. "okay."

as you both expected, it sucked.

to make things worse, he was rapidly running out of mindless things to talk about.

how many times could two people really argue about pizza toppings before it got old?

"alright, done."

"holy shit, finally." you slumped back, leaning on your good hand for a moment before your head snapped back up. "no, not like- i meant thank you, you did great, i'm not being an ingrate-"

"i know, relax." he nudged your knee with a goofy smile. "here, gimme your wrist."

you pouted (which, yes, that was also adorable, much to his dismay), carefully stretching your bad arm out.

he took your hand gently, scooping it up in one of his and bracing your forearm up with his other. "it's actually not too bad, considering you hit hard enough to tear your glove. i'm gonna clean the scrapes here up, though, okay?"

"do i really get a choice?"

"it's your body, so, yeah."

you sighed dramatically. "fine, if you insist. go ahead, clean my wounds for me."

he was quiet this time, focusing intently on removing bits of dirt and stuff from your raw palm with a set of tweezers.

trying to ignore the way your eyes seemed to linger on him now that he was looking down.

he set the tweezers aside, glancing up at you to find you smiling at him thoughtfully, and dropped his gaze just as quickly as he had lifted it. "what, you enjoying making me do all the work?"

"you could say that, yeah."

he scoffed. "well, you're going to enjoy it a lot less in a second. time for the alcohol again."

"ugh."

he managed to dig up an old wrist brace in the back of his sock drawer. a little big for you, but it would work for now, he figured.

"may i?"

you nodded and held your arm back out for him to loop the brace over your thumb and tuck the velcro strap under and around, pulling it snug against your skin before sticking it to itself.

"last one, tough stuff." he pointed at your cheek, where a small patch of dried blood stained your skin. "ready?'

you nodded tiredly. "let's just get this over with. this counter isn't as comfortable as it looks."

he chuckled, dampening the softest cloth he had and wringing it out. "sorry, i didn't think i needed to get an apartment with counter cushions." he raised his left hand up, hovering an inch or so below your chin. "uh, can i..?"

your eyes widened, glancing at his hand. "oh, uh, sure. yeah."

he moved slowly, raising it to cup your chin softly with his middle and forefinger on one side and thumb on the other. "this okay?"

"mhm." your eyes slid shut and he could almost believe that you sank into his touch.

if it wasn't absolutely insane, anyway. his touch wasn't exactly the kind people sank into- much less people like you. people that good, that caring, that stunning? yeah, no.

he tilted your head to the side slightly, rubbing gentle circles across your cheekbone with the cloth and watching as the blood faded.

"so, who did this?" he asked softly, casually.

apparently not casually enough, though, because you snorted at him. "why, you think you need to go avenge me? defend my honor or something?"

"no! i'm just curious. just... making conversation."

your eyes opened, amusement dancing in them and threatening to hypnotize him. "good. i shouldn't have to tell you who won that fight, jay."

"well, i mean, you are missing a chunk of your thigh."

"aw, is the big bad vigilante worried about lil old me?"

he squeezed your face gently, pushing your cheeks up and forward into a goofy fish face. "it's rude to tease the guy tending to your wounds, babe."

he definitely didn't imagine your breath hitching. "babe, huh?" you asked playfully.

"shut up," he grumbled. "don't make me regret helping."

"alright, looks like that's the last scrape. you're all cleaned up."

"thanks, jason." you smiled up at him, soft and warm and genuine. "i really appreciate this."

"yeah, yeah." he squeezed your jaw again. "try not to make it a habit."

"mhm." a moment passed quietly before you spoke quietly. "so, you gonna do something here, or can i have my face back?"

he froze.

your mouth- which he was really trying not to look at- shifted into a confident smirk, a challenge written clearly in the angle of your lips.

your eyes, bright under the harsh lighting, told a different story. one of vulnerability, and want, and something close to fear.

"do you want me to?" his voice was hoarser than he'd intended, and he swore you could hear his heartbeat echoing in it.

your gaze dipped to his lips. "would it make everything super weird?"

"you just came crawling through my window in the middle of the night in a mask and kevlar. i think things are already weird."

he felt your hum under his fingers. "then why not?"

"do you really want me to answer that?"

"jason, will you please just kiss me already?"

"well, you did say please." he leaned in slowly, giving you every opportunity to slip away or yell 'sike!'

all you did was bring your good hand up to his collar and pull him towards you.

your lips were soft and gentle, and the way they pulled upwards slightly when his hand slid from your jaw to cup your cheek was something he'd be thinking about for weeks.

when he eventually pulled back, it took him a moment to open his eyes. he was half convinced that if he did, it would be to his bedroom ceiling, the past half an hour all a dream.

instead, he found your fond gaze.

"finally."

he let out a huff of laughter, thumb running over your cheek. "you should stay here tonight."

"w-"

"not like that," he clarified quickly. "you have stitches, you shouldn't go leaping across rooftops tonight. i can take the couch."

"hm." you smoothed out his shirt collar, the barely-there brush of your fingers against his shoulder almost tugging a whine out of him. "or i can take the couch, and then you can take me home in the morning and let me treat you to an actual blueberry muffin."

"are you asking me out?" it was a teasing comment, paired with a tiny smirk meant to fluster you.

but it was also a reality check.

you seemed to catch the second meaning. "yeah, i am. would you, please, let me take you out on a date?"

"i'll have to check my calenda-"

"you're so full of it."

"yeah, probably."

"is that a yes?"

he laughed, bringing his other hand up to squeeze your knee. "yeah, i can let you take me on a date. i could use a good muffin."

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let-them-read-fics · 4 years ago

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Rivalries Of The High Seas

Requested By Anon: "Pirate AU, enemies to lovers."

AU: Pirate

Pairing: Captain!Rosé x Fem!Captain!Reader

Word Count: ~ 7,375

Warnings / Misc. -- Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Major Injury (Inflicted On Reader), Dangerous Situations, Fluff

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Anon, thank you for this one! I've never seen the movie you mentioned in your request, but you did well in explaining what you wanted to see here. I had a lot of fun with this one, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

PS ~ Captain Rosé could step on me and I'd say thank you

♡ Happy Reading ♡

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Death isn't a new thing to you. It isn't some far-off, enigmatic fear capable of tearing down your psyche anytime the topic is brought up. In fact, you're faced with the harsh realities of it almost everyday, given your ranking. Even still, when you woke up this morning, you hadn't expected for the day to consist of you meeting your end.

Your hands remain clasped together tightly, bound to the rickety wooden chair you've been securely strapped into by layers of rope and chains. Your wrists burn as the rough material pulls against your skin, surely leaving dark marks by now, but that's the least of your worries as you eye the bandits standing before you. Their faces hold smug grins, cheeks pulling back in eerie smiles to reveal crooked teeth. "I won't give you the pleasure of seeing me beg for my life. I accept my fate." You say bravely, holding your head high.

"How noble, Captain." They sneer, leaning far too close for comfort. You fight the gag that works its way up your throat at the smell of them, the wicked stench burning your nostrils as it invades them.

"Even if you escape now, the rest of my crew will come for you." Rosé finally speaks from behind you, sitting in the same state as you as she glares at the surrounding men. Her fingers futilely pull at your shared restraints for the millionth time, brushing along your wrist in the process.

"It's cute that you think that matters. We'll be long gone by then."

Her head lightly pushes against yours as she leans back in her chair, seeking to evade the man when he enters her personal space. For some reason unbeknownst to you, your blood boils at his actions -- though Rosé is your enemy of sorts, seeing that she's a rival captain herself, you can't help but want to keep him away from her.

The vile creature parts her legs with an evil smirk on his lips, his filthy hand groping her thigh as he runs his fingers along her beautiful skin. She whimpers in protest, growing afraid of what he'll do to her in her captive state. Had she been unrestricted right now, she would've most definitely cut his hand off, forever reminding the world of his misdeeds.

"Just get it over with!" You shout angrily, voice hoarse from all the screaming you've done today. You've grown tired of the game they've been playing for over an hour, flipping between beating and ridiculing you relentlessly.

"Alright, alright," their leader chuckles, putting his hands up as he approaches you. He instructs his men to be on standby, ready to gather around the two of you and hoist you into the air. They wait for the all-clear to throw you overboard and into the chilly sea below, full of creatures you've seen during your fateful adventures over the years. There are certainly worse ways to go, and you attempt to come to terms with what's about to happen. Perhaps this is a poetic end for you -- being laid to rest in the place that you've spent most of your life and made countless memories.

"Keep those eyes on me as you fall. I want to remember what it looked like to take down the infamous Y/N L/N." You narrow your eyes at their leader, grimacing as they scan over his greasy, jet black hair and tattered overcoat. Aren't the "bad guys" supposed to at least be stylish? He's a sorry excuse for one if so.

"Kiss my ass." You utter, spitting at him. He lunges forward, just like you expected -- seriously, why are men so predictable? -- and takes the collar of your shirt between his fingers. He delivers a swift blow to your left cheek, only allowing you a second to recover before pulling your head back up to give the same treatment to the other side.

You can feel Rosé tense behind you, doing all she can to reach for you and offer comfort.

With a pained groan, you spit out a mouthful of fresh blood and raise your head to look at him again. "You know, you're not nearly as observant as you think you are." You smile, ignoring the pain that shoots through your busted lip. Before he has time to react, you raise your foot in one motion, swiftly connecting it with his crotch. How could they neglect to tie your feet? That's practically Pirate 101.

He doubles over in an instant, lungs void of the air necessary to speak another insult in retaliation to your act and body incapable of any further movement. His men make the decision for him, taking this moment as a sign to follow through with their plan and throw you over. Shouts and cheers pierce through the air above you as you make your quick descent, not even having time to say a goodbye to Rosé or offer a final word to the universe.

Cold water immediately rushes over your heated skin as you plunge into the waves below, its frigid temperature almost taking what little breath you managed to store away in your lungs. Aided by the water's altered state of gravity, you're able to work your hips past a few of the loosely tied ropes that rested against them.

One thing you admire about Rosé is her quick thinking. She's smart -- while you distracted the leader, she took the opportunity to pry off some of the restraints that required more time and effort, just like you hoped she would. Her slender fingers inconspicuously wiggled their way out of the ropes before freeing you from them as well, and the bandits were none the wiser. Her previous actions make this part all the more easy, and after spending a while on the final ties, the two of you kick off of your chairs and head for the surface. It's a struggle, no doubt, with the way you have to fight to bring the chains up with you and keep them from pulling you further under. But eventually you reach the surface, once again filling your lungs with that miraculously fresh air that they so desperately craved.

The saltwater stings as it flows over your face, getting in your eyes and rushing over all the wounds you've accumulated. Rosie sputters from beside you, struggling a bit to keep her head up, so you extend an arm for her to use to push herself up. You tell yourself you're only doing it -- that is, making sure she doesn't drown -- because she'll be useful in helping you survive. Deep down, though, your intentions extend further than that.

Once you find a steady rhythm with the waves and the fear of drowning subsides for the time being, you scan the horizon line. "I see land -- over there." You say, using your head to point to what looks to be an island in the distance. "We'll swim when we have the energy and float when we need rest, okay?" She nods in response, and the two of you get set on your way.

-----

Huffing from the pure exhaustion coursing through your bodies, you manage to drag yourselves onto shore before collapsing. The sand serves as a good place to lay, almost cradling you the longer you lay there. Tiny, rippling waves -- the aftershocks of much bigger ones -- lull into shore, fluttering past your ankles before being pulled back in by the tide. They lap against your skin, remedying your racing mind with their rhythm. Minutes pass in this cycle, setting you in a state of comfort before you remember everything you'll have to do before nightfall.

Once gaining enough strength, you raise your head and peek over at your rival.

She's sleeping. Of course. You can't blame her, but the sun -- once blazingly hot, perched high up in the sky -- is now setting, giving you a preview of the darkness that the night sky will hold. She turns, rolling her head towards you in her sleep, and you almost smile -- a light dusting of sand sticks to her puffed-out cheeks, and the bridge of her nose holds a small sunburn, making her look sunkissed and blushy. Y/N, stop that, you command yourself, shaking your head at your thoughts. She's your enemy, and she's the reason you're even in this mess in the first place.

"Wake up," you nudge her, reverting back to your previously tense demeanor. The anger you possess for the situation you're in is returning en masse, wiping the pleasant thoughts of Rosé from your mind.

She groans, keeping her eyes tightly shut as she attempts to ignore you. "Roseanne, we have to get up." Your voice is strong, commanding her just like your crew. Your crew, you think to yourself. Some of them were killed by the bandits while others were thrown into the prison chambers of your ship, left at the mercy of your enemies until they decide what they want to do with them. Your people are inventive and strong -- they'll likely find a way out of the sticky situation and reclaim victory. For now, though, you're left to worry about their fates as you attempt to survive on this island. If the elements and animals don't kill you first, the gorgeous woman beside you most definitely will.

"I'm up!" She all but shouts, following another prodding from you. Her eyes flutter open and she instinctively raises her hand to wipe her face -- you catch the chains before they can make contact and harm her, and she sends you an appreciative look. "Guess I forgot about these…" she shakes her arms, jiggling your restraints in the process, "Oopsie."

"Come on." You say, standing up and pulling her along with you. Her dilly dallying is making you impatient, and it only increases your levels of irritation. You don't have time to waste.

"We have to break these," she states the obvious, searching the shore for a decently sized rock.

A sarcastic gasp slips past your lips as you look at her. "You don't say! I was thinking we'd just leave them on." She turns to glare at you, narrowing her eyes as she stops walking. Dear god, there's no time for this. With a mumbled "here we go", you allow her to continue.

"You know, we wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for you."

"Me?!" You shout, completely taken aback. "Quite the contrary, Rosé. You're the one who led them to us!"

"If you would've accepted my offer, none of this would've happened. But you refuse to team up with anyone else. Look at where that got us now." She motions around herself to the island, expression settling back into an annoyed scowl as her eyes settle on you again.

"It's not my fault that my crew is more trained than yours; I had no reason to merge our teams."

"An agreement would've solidified our strength!" She yells, stomping her foot into the sand. Her boots managed to survive the long trip here, but their material is completely soaked.

"I'm responsible for my crew, and my crew only. I had no decent reason to bring yours in with mine. It's just a liability and more mouths to feed." You say evenly, clenching and releasing your jaw a few times.

She begins to fire off her rebuttal, but you tune her out for the most part and start walking further inland. She has no choice but to follow, and she does so while adamantly complaining. You throw occasional jabs to her arguments in order to keep her moving, and your plan works well. She's too busy bickering with you to notice that she's doing exactly what you want her to.

"...and you're so arrogant, Y/N! I mean, really. God, you're infuriating."

"Are you done yet?" You ask, cocking your head to the side while you simply blink at her. She squints at you, about to give you another piece of her mind, but you glance down at the rock you led her to and she closes her mouth.

"You can keep screaming at me or we can break these chains. Your choice." You shrug, pursing your lips. She cuts her eyes at you, but agrees with a huff, nonetheless.

The two of you work together to find fittingly sized rocks, taking turns dropping them on your restraints and methodically working them against them. Eventually the chains give way, allowing your hands to wiggle out of their strict hold. You're the first to free yourself; once you're done, you find Rosé struggling in silence, refusing to ask for your help.

"Here," you offer, extending a hand to her. Doing nice things for people without gaining something for yourself isn't something you do often -- you've been raised differently; grown more independent and self-serving after your time on the sea.

"Oh, now you want to work together?" She quirks an eyebrow.

You put your hands up with an amused grin. "I don't have to help, feel free to do it alone." You stand, dusting the sand off of your clothes as you begin to walk away and investigate the island. She calls out behind you, annoyed shouts getting further and further away as you just smile and continue your journey.

------

"Ah, glad you could join us again." You smirk, adding some kindling to the small fire you managed to set up during her time away.

"Shut it," she bites back, glaring at you.

"Tough crowd," you laugh, raising your eyebrows. For once, she doesn't say anything back. She busies herself with removing her shoes and socks, setting them next to the source of heat to dry before disappearing into the tree line. She returns a few minutes later, carrying with her a few different branches. Some of them are forked at the top, and she arranges them into a sturdy structure beside the fire as well. You try not to focus on how strong she looks as she does it, her muscles glistening in the fading evening light with a sheet of sweat.

To your surprise, she begins stripping.

First her overcoat, which she drapes across the branch acting as a beam between the forked ones, and then her vest. She wrings them out individually, and you watch as the materials drip with what water hadn't already evaporated yet. The loose linen undershirt that she wears remains on, and you're thankful for that -- had she taken it off as well, you likely would've passed out. The blush on your cheeks deepens as you feel her eyes on you, and you keep your gaze trained on the fire.

"Well? Are you planning to stay in those clothes all night?" She asks, running a hand through her hair to fix it and get some of the sand out.

"If I didn't know better I'd say you're trying to get me naked, Rosie." You play, smiling harder when you see her roll her eyes and look away.

"You wish," she scoffs, though you can see her stealing glances at you as you remove your clothes. She admires the shadows that the fire casts over your body, the flames dancing as they offer their beautiful warmth. The two of you go way back, having grown up as frenemies due to your professions, but she's always had a soft spot for you. You piss her off to no end, and yet somehow she can think of plenty worse people to be stuck with.

After catching her staring, you decide to tease her. You flex your muscles, making sure to be extra and really make a show of it. She blushes, hiding behind her hands to escape the situation.

"Awww, somebody's shy." You say, chuckling at her.

"Am not," she protests, though her sheepish grin sells her out.

"Prove it," you challenge, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Teasing her is one of your favorite pastimes.

Tired of the games, she gathers all of the courage she possesses and stands, slowly sauntering her way over to you. Your eyes take in the sight of her, and she smirks; she works hard to stay in shape, and she knows she looks good. Countless weeks spent at sea, working alongside her crew on long voyages has left her with artfully tanned skin and a physique to die for. You go to compliment her, but she stops you before you have the chance, pressing a finger to your pursed lips. She trails it lower, blazing a path across your jawline and chest, stopping at your ribs. Your breath hitches, and she definitely feels it. You curse yourself for being so easy, already knowing what's coming.

"Who's shy now, sweetheart?" She purrs out, smiling victoriously.

How she's capable of switching demeanors so easily baffles you, but it ensures that no interaction with her will be boring, if nothing else.

"Yeah, yeah," you grumble, pushing her away to break the growing tension. She's looking at you with some glint in her eye that you can't quite place -- all you know is that if she keeps doing it, things might escalate to a place neither of you are prepared for.

You clear your throat and step around her to adjust your clothes on the drying rack. "You can go ahead and sleep. I'll stay awake and keep the fire going."

She nods with a slight frown on her lips, though you don't see it. "Alright. But wake me up when you get too tired, okay?" You assure her you will, though truthfully your body is aching for sleep right now. The beating you took earlier did its worst on you, leaving your skin bruised and muscles knotted. She deserves to rest, though, and you're okay with giving her the first shift of it. Besides, your mind would surely keep you awake for the better part of an hour -- at least it'll be used to its fullest with her.

What you don't realize, however, is that when she lays down beside you, cuddling into the sorry attempt for a bedroll that you threw together, she merely pretends to fall asleep. Likewise, when she settles her head in your lap, searching for a more comfortable place to lay it, she's fully conscious. She lazily smiles when you run your hands through her hair, wrapping the locks around your fingers in mindless patterns before releasing them and starting over. It's soothing, and soon enough she calms her eager heart enough to slip away to dreamland.

--- A Few Days Later ---

"Wakey wakey…" Rosé sing-songs, hovering over you. The two of you have settled into this familiar rhythm over the past few days, spending the daytime searching for food and supplies and taking shifts to sleep through the night. You've almost always ended up taking the latter opportunity, though sometimes Rosé would force you to rest first if you needed it badly enough.

"Mmm," you groan in disapproval, rolling over. The sun is far too bright, and your upgraded bed situation is much too comfortable to offer any valid reason for you to leave it. Rosé knows how difficult it is to get you up, but she's learned some very useful tactics.

"Y/N…" she drawls, voice like honey as it releases your name with care. Her lips are next to your ear, teasing you as her warm breath fans across your neck. You audibly swallow, not prepared for that in the slightest, and slowly peek your eyes open. She raises a hand to shield your face from the unforgiving sun, and you smile at the domesticity of the act. She looks like a dream -- her hair is fanned out, swaying peacefully in the calm breeze that rolls in from the sea, and she's grinning that killer smile down at you. Her previous sunburn has turned into a tan now, making her look even more irresistible somehow.

"What do you want to do today?" You ask, lacing your fingers together as you put them behind your head. They work as a cradle, cushioning your head from the sand.

"I saw some berry bushes on the north side of the island. They didn't look like any poisonous kind I've studied about, so maybe we could check them out?" She suggests, sitting back on her knees with a quirked brow.

"Sounds like a plan." You smile lazily, gazing up at her. A light pattern of freckles paints her cheeks, and you can't help but grin at how adorable she is.

"What is it?" She asks skeptically, squinting at you.

"You're just too cute for your own good, is all." You sigh, content as you stand up and tug a blushing Rosé behind you. She closes the "door" behind herself, sealing off the entryway to your humble abode. It's a panel of leaves and sticks, built to be sturdy yet lightweight and easy to move. She built it herself, and a sweet smile works its way onto her lips as she remembers the praise you sent her way after she presented it to you.

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"If you don't slow down then I'm gonna slap you," she says, peering up at the trees that loom high overhead. In her distracted state, she neglects to look where she's going.

Her rambling is cut short by your hand darting out in front of her, effectively stilling her movements and words. You glance at the ground, prompting her eyes to follow the path they made and widen upon realizing what you just saved her from. An animal -- some wretched cross between a scorpion and pincher beetle -- continues its trip across the downed log that lays in front of you, menacing in its appearance.

"Thank you," she breathes out, leaning into your side as you hold her and direct her away from danger.

"Do me a favor and don't die, okay?" You quirk, scrunching your face up at her humorously. She shoves you, holding up her middle finger as she walks ahead and blazes a path for the two of you. You chuckle, grinning stupidly as you follow after her.

--- 3 Hours Later ---

"Take cover," you shout to an imaginary army, seeking refuge behind the base of a large tree. Rosé chuckles maniacally from behind one of the berry bushes, her fingers lightly stained from the juices that are running down her palm.

"Nice try, Y/N. But you can't escape… CAPTAIN ROSÉ!" She shouts, surprising you as she charges in your direction, pelting you with berry after berry. You squeal, evading as many of the makeshift missiles as you can by darting behind different greenery. She eventually catches up, snaking her arms around your waist and preventing you from getting away again.

"NO!" You exclaim, slumping further into her arms in defeat after your attempts to escape prove futile. She spins you around to face her, pressing your back up against the nearest tree as the two of you practically double over with laughter. She looks ethereal, with how she shines in the sunlight that sneaks its way through the canopy of tree tops above you. Her eyes are almost closed from how hard she's smiling at you.

A sharp growl breaks the happy moment, perking your ears up and causing your heart to race for a different reason entirely. You glance around the tree, protectively stepping in front of Rosé to shield her from any new threat. An animal -- something you've never seen before -- bares its teeth, snarling aggressively as it sets its sights on you. Your blood runs cold in your veins, stopping your heart momentarily as your brain attempts to formulate a plan on the fly. With only a few precious moments left before it attacks, you glance around for anything to double as a weapon without making any sudden movements.

Rosé is clutched onto you from behind, and you can feel her heart beating wildly. You have to protect her, no matter what.

"On my count, I want you to climb into this tree. I'm going to try and defend us." From what little knowledge you've inferred in the past couple minutes, you doubt the animal is capable of climbing well; it doesn't have the body or feet for it. You fear it is capable of running quickly, though, so the tree is likely your best bet.

"What? No, I'm going to--"

"Roseanne, please, for once, just do as I ask. Trust me." You plead over your shoulder, noting the slight tremble that runs through her as another roar echoes out. Your eyes remain trained on it, never backing down for a second.

One steadying breath later, you shout, "Now!" and swoop down to pick up what helpful materials you can. You charge at the animal, taking the offensive in order to keep as much distance possible between it and Rosé. You successfully jab the sharpened stick into its side, causing it to wail in pain. In an instant it grabs your arm, wrapping it's paws around you as it lunges forwards and tumbles to the ground on top of you. A scream leaves your lips as you watch its teeth dig further into your flesh, garnering deep crimson blood to spill from your developing wounds. You protect your neck with your other arm, only breaking this rule to reach to your side and retrieve the heavy rock you brought along as well. It connects with the side of the animal's head, only making it whimper before loosening its grip the slightest bit. You weren't prepared for it to be such a tough enemy. You use your strength to roll it over and sit on top of it, keeping your arm in its grip to ensure that it stays occupied. Your fingers dig into every sensitive part of its body you can reach, performing the defense moves you've spent your life practicing to use. With a glance at Rosé, you find her safe in the tree, just like you wanted.

"Run!" You shout, willing to keep the creature distracted in order to give her time to escape. Before you can see if she listens to you, it's nails claw into your abdomen, scratching painful designs into the previously smooth skin. It performs another death roll, and you barely have the strength to shank it in the side again. It howls, rearing back to go for your jugular before its movements are abruptly cut short. An unsettling crack rings out above you, and you open your eyes after not receiving the fatal blow you had been expecting. The animal scampers away from you, limping off further into the forest until it's out of sight.

Rosé drops the large branch in her hand, the end of it lightly stained with blood. "Go..." you weakly mumble, eyes beginning to flutter closed as you notice how much blood you've already lost. You feel cold, and you have to fight the shiver that runs through you.

"I've got you, Y/N." She whispers, cradling your fragile frame in her arms as she picks you up and begins the journey back to camp. "You did good." She reassures, having no idea how much you needed to hear that before falling unconscious.

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After gathering the medicinal plants and resources that the two of you have accumulated so far, she returns to the fireside, settling down beside you. She raises your shirt enough to have access to your wounds, but not far enough to expose you. Temperate water meets your bloodied and broken skin, rushing over the sensitive areas as she gently cleans them. Once dry, she mixes the materials into a sort of salve to rub on them before laying the plants on them in place of bandages.

The crackling of the fire works with the crashing of distant waves to serve as background noise, making the night far more peaceful than the day had been. She allows you to continue resting, knowing you need all of it that you can get.

About an hour or so later you wake with a start, hands reaching out as if you were right back in front of the animal. Your dreams were plagued with images of the nightmarish beast, and you're having trouble adjusting to the fact that they were all in your head. They felt so real. Rosé is by your side in an instant, brushing your hair out of your face with one hand while caressing your thigh with the other -- it's one of the only places that made it out of battle relatively unscathed. Your panicked eyes find hers, glazed over with tears as you pull her flush against your body, glad to know she's okay. Her warmth reminds you that she's here, that she's real, and that she's safe.

Memories of your fight come flooding back, filling your mind with the terrifying things you witnessed and reigniting your fight or flight response. You remember that she didn't listen to you -- she put herself in harm's way instead of leaving you behind, like you asked -- and you grow angry. Muttered phrases of disapproval leave your lips as you push her away, stumbling slightly when you try to stand on your own. Although confused by your erratic behavior, she reaches out to assist you, only to be met with a harsh refusal from you.

"Stop!" The word comes out as an angry shout -- louder than you originally intended -- but you can't find it in yourself to apologize right now. You find your footing after a moment, holding your side as you walk away from her.

"What's your problem?" She shouts, marching after you. She refuses to let this go without a fight, seeing as how she has plenty more questions than answers now.

"You could've gotten hurt, Rosé, and I could've handled it on my own." You say over your shoulder, continuing on your journey away from camp. Her relentlessness is quickly getting on your nerves.

"Clearly you couldn't! You needed help; why are you denying that?" She stops now, crossing her arms angrily with her brows furrowed. The fact that you're still so set on clinging to your pride is pissing her off.

"You should've left me there! I can't have you getting hurt because of me." You turn around now, setting your jaw. Is she really this blind? This has nothing to do with your pride. Her eyes meet yours, the pools overflowing with confusion as they scan over your face in search of clarification.

"I can handle something happening to me; I've made my peace with that. But if something ever happened to you because of my incompetence…" you shake your head at the mere thought of that, momentarily too overwhelmed to continue, "...I wouldn't know what to do with myself. I care about you, idiot." You add that last line before turning around, not bothering to wait on her reaction. Part of you is scared to, honestly, and the day has been far too eventful for you to handle a potential rejection on top of everything else.

She says nothing, leaving the air around you void of her beautiful voice, and you don't know whether to be thankful or disheartened.

You put more distance between the two of you, leaving a stunned Rosé in your wake as you find a place to sit along the shoreline. Your temper -- more precisely, the fear you hold that presents itself as anger -- reared its head tonight. You didn't mean to snap at her like that, but the possibility of her getting hurt because of you makes your blood boil. That would be unforgivable, and you wouldn't be able to live with yourself. You felt helpless earlier, quickly running out of the strength required to keep her safe.

Salty tears manage to break past your line of defenses, much like Rosé has managed to do with your heart. She's torn down every wall you've ever put up to protect yourself, and now that she's there you don't know how to cope. You've had people you considered close before, but none of them have mattered like she does. You've never been so afraid of losing someone.

A soft hand on your shoulder makes you jump slightly, pulling you from your thoughts. Speak of the devil.

"Hey." She says simply, sitting down beside you. You turn your face away, not wanting to let her see you cry. "I'm sorry for fighting, okay? But I'm not sorry for helping you. I care about you, too, and I'll be damned to just leave you like that." She doesn't say anything else, doesn't try to make you look at her -- she just sits there, waiting for you to be ready to do so on your own.

She's waited on you since you were teenagers, so she figures she's capable of waiting a bit longer now. Both of you are aware of the love you hold for one another; this is just the hardest part -- finally admitting it.

"I can't lose you," you whisper, eyes full of tears that occasionally roll down your cheeks once gravity finds its footing. You turn to the front, still too emotional to look into her eyes.

"Ditto. That's why I did what I did."

Your knees are raised and pulled in close to your body for security, your arms wrapped around them to keep them in place. She reaches over to rest her hand on yours, wordlessly coaxing you into looking at her.

"I…" You pause, voice breaking with the emotions you're still reeling from.

"I know." She says, resting her forehead against yours.

"I love you, too."

She pulls you in, making sure to be gentle and not injure you any further. She raises your head to press her lips against yours, tasting the faint hint of wildberry that still rests on them from earlier. It's slow and new, giving you a break from the intensity you've been dealing with the past few days. You tilt your head to the right, letting out a whimper as her fingers graze a bruised spot on your ribs. She gives you another peck before pulling away, determined to stop herself while she still can. You're addicting, and she already can't get enough of you.

A beat passes between you, giving you time to sort the thoughts rushing around your mind. "I've always loved you." You admit, pulling back to look at her. Tears well in her eyes, shining brightly in the brilliant moonlight as they threaten to fall.

"Ever since we commanded our own boats for the first time. Mine was better, of course," she laughs at that, smiling despite herself, "...but I knew you were different then. I've spent all these years being too stubborn to let myself have you."

She takes your words in, her heart pounding victoriously in her chest at your confession. "I knew when we were still training together. You always made things better for me then; I was so thankful to know you. Even if we teased the hell out of each other."

You grin at the countless memories that come to mind. "Do you remember that night at the docks, after we graduated from our classes?" She looks up, searching her memory vault. "When you kissed me?" She asks. You nod, looking down with a bashful smile.

"I knew we wouldn't see each other for a while, so I wanted to make it count."

"You made it really hard to say goodbye, you know?" She says, her eyes softening as she looks at you.

"I know. But you get half of the blame."

She tuts at you, nudging you playfully. You hiss in pain, causing her to bring a hand up to cover her growing smile. "Oops. Sorry, not sorry."

"If I wasn't hurting so bad I'd tackle you right now."

"Oh, I'm so scared." She laughs, mocking you.

"That's it," you declare, ignoring the pain that shoots through your body with all the moving you're doing. Her laugh practically heals you anyway, so it's not hard to push it from your mind. You press her into the sand, rolling over to straddle her hips and pin her hands above her head.

"Woah, tiger. Don't hurt yourself." She raises her head as much as her restrained state will allow, coming dangerously close to your face.

"You're such a dork." You tut, leaning in to capture her lips once more. She mumbles out a, "you love it, though" against you, and your heart can't help but soar.

- A Few Weeks Later -

A soft melody rides along the airwaves towards your ears, persuading you to wake up from your cozy slumber. You cuddle further into Rosie's tempting embrace, smiling at the way she pulls you impossibly closer. Her throat wiggles as she hums out a familiar tune from your childhood -- one of the songs you used to dance together to.

"You big softie." You coo, resting your chin on her chest to look into her eyes with a smile. She grins, finally peeking at you through her lashes.

"Good morning, beautiful." She says, her accent coming through adorably. She pulls you up to her lips for a kiss before rolling you onto your back.

You sigh as she leaves open mouth kisses to your neck, dragging her lips over the skin there lazily. She takes her time, leaving marks here and there to show the world who you belong to. Her hands skim over the warm skin of your abdomen, finally free of the intense wounds you've been recovering from. Only small scars are left now, serving as a testament to what you endured.

"Mmm, I'm hungry. Let's go get something to eat." She chuckles at that, her head falling forward to rest against your shoulder as her body shakes with laughter.

"You're thinking about food while I'm kissing you?" She grins, propping herself up on her arm to look down at you lovingly.

"What can I say? I'm a hungry girl." You kiss her cheeks, ghosting your lips over hers. "Although," you tease the corner of her mouth, "...you're looking pretty tasty right about now. I might just eat you instead."

She squeals as you crawl on top of her, pretending to bite her skin as you tickle her sides.

"I surrender!" She shouts, finally giving into you. You kiss her one last time before pulling away and practically dragging her out of the structure.

"I'll get started on cooking the fish if you grab some water." You offer, rustling through your handmade crate for the skewers you use to prepare food.

"Alright," she nods, kissing you on the cheek before grabbing your canteens and setting off towards the freshwater spring not far from camp.

"Be careful!" You call out after her, smiling when she turns around to face you with her hands in the form of a heart.

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"Good job baby. That was delicious." She compliments, leaning back against the log you use as seating beside the fire. She almost always opts to sit in the sand and rest against it for some reason, but you're long past questioning her at this point. Rosie's… unique.

"They don't call me Chef Y/N for nothing." You quip, holding your head higher with a sense of self-importance.

"They don't call you that anyway."

"Hey," you pout, slapping the back of her head with no real force. "Let a girl pretend, would you?"

"Fine, my apologies." She smiles again, and you can't help but do the same. You've lost count of how many times she's made you laugh over these past few weeks, and although you hope to be rescued sooner rather than later, the thought of being stuck here with her for a while longer doesn't seem all that bad.

"You're doing it again," she trails off, wiggling her voice up and down to tease you.

"What?"

"Looking at me like a lovesick puppy." Her eyes shine in the warm, tropical sunlight, pools of rich amber that you wouldn't mind getting lost in. They match the color of whiskey almost perfectly.

"Not my fault. Have you seen yourself?." She scoffs, but blushes nonetheless. You lean over to press a kiss to the top of her head affectionately.

Your attention is stolen away all at once as you hear the words you've been imagining ever since you arrived on the island. "Land, ho!" Multiple voices bellow out in the distance, prompting you to search for their source. Collective cheering can be heard, and you swiftly stand -- as if that simple act will miraculously enable you to see better.

"We're coming, Captain!" Jisoo, your second in command shouts, seemingly hanging off the bow of the ship -- your ship. A squad of others follows behind, maintaining a tight formation as they make their way to shore.

"Us too, Captain!" Someone calls from one of the neighboring boats, apparently one of Rosé's crewmembers. She waves back excitedly, and you bite back the smile that tugs at your cheeks.

Eventually they reach land.

"Y/N!" Your scout, Lisa, shrieks like a schoolgirl, running into your arms eagerly. She was the first friend you ever made during your training years, long before you met Rosé, and you were truly worried for her.

"Ah, Lisa. Jisoo." You look between the two of them proudly, glad to see them alive and well. "What happened?"

"We managed to defeat Captain Crusty's men--" she stops to explain when she notices your brows furrowed in amused confusion, "--that's the nickname we gave the bandit leader. Anyway, we defeated them and repaired the ship enough to make it back to shore. They did some major damage, though."

You nod, satisfied with their story, until you remember that they didn't come alone. You subtly motion your head to the other crew, and Jisoo gets the memo. "We found the rest of these pea-brains back at the docks and they insisted on coming along."

"Hey, it's not like we wanted to be stuck with you either!" Jennie, Rosé's second, hits back, defending herself and the rest of her crew. "If your moron captain would've listened to Rosé we wouldn't be here, and we wouldn't have lost anyone in the process."

"Quiet," Rosé warns, stepping in front of her to block the two sides from each other.

Despite knowing it isn't technically your fault, Jennie's words do hold some truth. You feel guilty for all the senseless violence you could've potentially spared your people from enduring, and the what-ifs weigh heavily on your mind and heart.

"So long as I'm still in charge, no one will disrespect Y/N or her crew. Are we clear? I won't take kindly to any of you going against me." It's a heavy warning, and her tone makes it clear that she'll be true to her word. They know better than to test her. Her eyes scan the group of misfits, all looking bewildered by her sudden change of heart. It must be a bit jarring for them, after being such bitter enemies with the others for so long. Regardless, scattered nods and grumbles of acceptance leave them before they all scurry away to get started on their tasks, looking like scolded children.

You send Lisa and Jisoo along with the rest of your crew to go ahead and board again, seeing that you have no real equipment to pack up this time. It feels wrong to leave the island -- the place that brought you back to Rosie and allowed you to open your heart to her -- without something to remember it by. So, with a whispered, "Wait here," you run back to camp to snatch something.

You return soon after, a huge smile plastered on your face. "You're bringing our door?" She laughs, tilting her head at your strange choice.

"Duh. Good to know your eyes still work, I was getting worried." You tease, giggling as she pinches you.

"Come on baby; let's go. Last one there has to clean the poop deck."

"Get back here!" She yells, chasing you into the chilly water with a smile. Whether she loses or not doesn't matter much to her -- she finally has you after all these years, and she can't wait to see where the future will take the two of you.

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dourpeep · 3 years ago

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OKAY time for a college au!!

You 3 know each other from before college

You and kazuha were seating next to each other during your first year of high school you became close enough to greet each other whenever you guys pass by each other

And you and Xiao were best friends from kindergarten to 2 grade but unfortunately you had to move suddenly you two tried to keep contact but the two of you made new friends and kinda lost contact with each other

So when you go to college you meet kazuha at the front desk when you're trying to get your schedule and yall are like "omg I'm so happy to see someone that I know here!" and when you guys check your schedules it turns out that the two of you have the same class during the first period

And you're like "we've got 30 minutes wanna go grab a cup of coffee and get lost together?" and kazu knows that you playfully flirt with your friends so he jokingly says "are you asking me out for a date? Because if you are then I accept!" and you guys talk on the way to class and the two of you barely make it on time

Class ends and you're sad to say goodbye to the only person you know on campus but then all of a sudden he hits you with a "by the way can I have your number?" so you two exchange numbers

Later you're going to your last class and it turns out that this class doesn't have many people you go sit in the back and someone comes up to you and is like "can I sit next to you? " you say yes obviously

But the thing is... there is something very familiar about this guy and you just can't put your finger on it so you kind of stare at him without realizing it

Of course he noticed how hard you've been staring at him and turns around and is like "what? Is there something on my face?" that's when it finally clicks

And you're just like "XIAO??! IS THAT REALLY YOU?!!" but the teacher comes in so you two can't really talk

But the moment class ends you tell him who you are and take a few minutes to catch up

Though I say catch up it was mostly you teasing him saying shit like "I can't believe the shy kid who used to tear up whenever his turn on the swing was taken would grow up to be this handsome!" (he's starting to think that maybe he should have sat somewhere else)

So you're like "hey how we go actually catch up I've got some coupons for this café I went to this morning with a friend"

He doesn't have a reason to say no so he just accepts the invitation

When you guys get there who do you meet? KAZUHA! This man actually works there!

When you see him you're like "kazuha why didn't you tell me that you work here?" but he pretends not to know you and is like "oh? Well who might this fine customer be?" you can tell he's joking by the way he's trying not to laugh so you decide to play along

Poor Xiao is starting to regret coming with you (but don't worry he got 2 plates of almond tofu as an apology)

-no primogems (I'll make another part later where you 3 become roommates)

YES I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS-

dhfaeiahe I realize now that I should've just posted this as is since I wasn't planning on adding to this but might as well add in some thoughts I've had about this lovely trio eh??? tbh I didn't add much I just slipped in a few little things hehe

Can you guess the roomates?? Also the bio professor is Albedo ehe

Anyway!!

Considering it's the first semester of college, you haven't yet decided on your major. Luckily, you have quite a few general education classes to take, so you register all in one night.

You'll have the time to figure it all out as time goes by, no?

The rest of summer is spent juggling moving into the campus' dorms, working, and keeping up with some friends from high school. While you've kept contact with a few friends, you definitely kicked yourself in the ass for forgetting to ask Kazuha for his number...how could you forget one of your best friends?

But, you suppose that he's far off in a whole other city with his wish to experience more. You can't help but wonder what he's up to.

Then, the first day of classes starts.

How did you not figure out where everything is first? Instead of moping, you trudge to the administrative building early to ask for directions and, even better, a map of the large campus.

Instead, you find a familiar head of cream-colored hair.

Immediately, you gasp and he turns around in confusion, only for a soft smile to spread over his features. It's only been a summer but it's a relief to see that you know another person. Comparing schedules, he points out that you both have Communications 1301 together.

For once, you're glad you have to take these mandatory courses...

But with an abundance of time (as Kazuha just so happens to know where the class is), he accepts your jokingly firtatious proposal to head to the cafe just across campus to grab a morning drink.

It's hardly been long since you've last spoken to him, but there's still so much to talk about! It turns out he opted to rent out a small studio apartment just a few blocks away from campus! Naturally, he invites you over sometime.

He's also admitted that he decided to major in English--something you're not surprised to hear. After all, Kazuha's a natural at the subject, exceeding the assignments and always so eloquent.

If you recall correctly, he used to tote around a little notebook full of little musings and poetry during high school. You wonder if he still does that.

You talk about how you've just moved into the dorms a week ago, how you're lucky to be rooming with two musically inclined (if not a bit rowdy) people. You're sure that he'd take a liking to them once everything is calmed down a bit. Kazuha just raises a brow in half-doubt.

Before you know it, it's been an hours and, to your horror, your first class starts in five minutes. Not to mention that it was back closer to the admin building and you were on the opposite side of campus.

But it's still fun, Kazuha laughing as you jolt up and tug him to stand, the two of you running to get to class on time. With heaving breaths and flushed faces, you make it just a few minutes late. Luckily, your professor didn't mind because it was the first day...

Following class, you have to make your way to Bio 1301, Kazuha having a major-specific English course to get to. Before you can speak, though, he offers his phone to you. It's newer than his old flip phone you'd tease him about all the time, the screen clean save for a few stray fingerprints.

After you put in your number, he beams and quickly sends you a call so you can have his too.

"Call me after you're done with classes, alright?"

You promise to and the two of you set off.

Biology proves to be uneventful, a full hour and a half of the (rather attractive) professor going over what to expect as well as passing out lab waiver forms. A necessary precaution, he said with a reserved sigh. You wonder what happened.

When the hour ends, you have some time before World History, followed by a Trigonometry course.

By the time you find your trig class, most of the seats are already taken, making that feeling of dread fill the pit of your stomach. Nothing is worse than being forced to take whatever seat is left. But, noticing a seat by the windows, it's not so bad.

You're in the back, though, settling your bag beneath your chair and picking out a pen and schedule book.

At some point, someone walks in and asks if the seat in front of you is taken. You don't bother to look up long as you fish out a notebook, letting him know it's free.

As class goes on, you realize that the guy in front of you most likely hasn't been paying attention. Considering that the professor has been rehashing stuff from Algebra...you're not surprised. But something about his dark hair catches your eye. Not to mention his striking gold eyes...hm.

It's not until you catch his profile as he stares out the window that it clicks.

"Xiao."

His eyes dart to look at you, a confused look washing over his face. You repeat his name.

"Yes?"

Part of him is just about ready to leave as recognition floods your expression, smile wide. How could you possibly---

"I can't believe the shy kid who used to tear up whenever his turn on the swing was taken would grow up to be this handsome!"

The tips of his ears turn red fast, something that you remember very well about him, and his gaze quickly flicks over to the professor still dragging on. When gold settles back on you, they're practically begging for you to lower your voice.

"It's been forever--I can't believe that you-"

"If you're going to talk, do it outside of class."

Ah. Oopsie.

Time seems to drag on while you buzz in your seat, excited to see your childhood friend after loosing contact. You've missed him over the years, always wondering what happened to him, how he's been. And finally, when class ends, he gets up and waits for you.

Naturally, you want to catch up, so you invite him to go to the cafe with you for a late lunch.

"You still like almond tofu right? It's all you used to eat when we were little." Laughing, you nudge his shoulder and the color returns to his cheeks as he mumbles a yes.

When you step into the cafe, a familiar voice greets you.

"If I knew a cute customer would be coming, I would've gone on break."

Kazuha leans on the counter, mirth in his eyes and you gasp. It makes sense now, why he's so well acquainted with the campus and why he'd already known what to order when you arrived for drinks-

"What can I get for you today?"

"Your number."

Xiao's face pales at the blatant flirting, wondering if he should've just declined the invitation to the cafe until the two of you burst into laughter. Though, it's hardly better.

"Sorry, sorry- This is Kazuha, one of my friends from high school. Kazuha, this is my childhood best friend Xiao."

With a day so filled with nice coincidences, you doubt that life can get any better than this.

Oh, how wrong you'd be.

#anon asks #no primogems anon #kazuha x xiao x reader #xiao and his two lovely dumb s/o's #college au #polycule #polyamory #meet cute #xiao #kazuha #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact drabbles #genshin impact fics #genshin impact

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goodvibesprompttime · 3 years ago

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New Message(BPVA)(4)

- Ren

- Its 11pm whaaaaaaaat cub?

- Get out of bed. Its Grian.

- On my way

Ren never got out of bed faster than when he got the message. He grabbed his earplugs, and hesitated seeing the ring sit delicately beside them. For a moment, Ren considered leaving without it... but something called about it. Ren grabbed the ring and sprinted outside his apartment building, being greeted by Impulse - who had drove Doc’s car over.

“What’s going on??” Ren asked, putting in the earplugs just as a New Years firework went off in the sky.

“Its Oopsies.” Impulse waited for Ren to get in before speeding off.

Ren flinched as another firework went off. “Which one?”

Impulse stumbled over his words. “...all of them?”

“All of them-?”

Impulse shook his head. “Its the fireworks, I think. Usually we leave town for New Years, go somewhere quiet, but we never had a chance this year.”

“What did you need me for?”

“Support.”

“That... I can do.”

It was a five minute drive - mostly due to Impulse not caring about speeding - and it took another couple to climb up on the building the others were stuck on. A firework exploded, causing Ren to almost his grip. When he realized he was slipping, Ren latched onto the ladder, holding tight, regaining his breathing as Impulse reassured him.

It was a terrifying scene; the vigilantes all geared up, Cub having his tazer at the ready, with Doc and chief Xisuma unarmed but at the ready. Impulse took his spot by Mumbo, and Ren took a spot beside Cub They were surrounding the sorry state that Grian was in, rapidly changing form after form. One moment, he had the head of a chicken and chicken wings, then long hair and angel wings, then his head split apart as millions of teeth were revealed. Ren cringed seeing the teeth, and once again when the eyes appeared on each split. Then Grian’s fingers grew long and sharp - sharp enough to cut through metal. With these newfound fingers, a cold dark grey, Grian collasped to his knees and grasped his sides, piercing his flesh fearfully, pouring blood onto the fresh snow. With another firework, the wings outstretched and became a semblance of duck wings, terribly scarred, burned, and with bones showing. Grian screamed as another firework went off.

“Its your call, Pearl,” Doc said, pulling out a syringe. “I have a large dosage, 2x the amount of the first, it should knock him right out.”

Pearl opened her mouth to give a command, but the words died on her lips.

“He needs to be restrained,” It was Xisuma who spoke up. “We have tazers-”

“Under how much stress his body is going through,” Doc countered. “Grian could suffer shock or even have a seizure - a stroke for the Gods’ sake.”

“Aren’t you guys vigilantes?” Ren asked. “Can’t you all collectively restrain him?!”

“But...” Mumbo had a sorrowful expression. “It’s... Grian! What if we hurt him-”

“Restrain him.” Everyone looked to Pearl. She subtly nodded to herself, as if confirming the decision. “...restrain him.”

It wasn’t pretty.

Mumbo couldn’t do much but prepare a rope, Impulse had to rely on strength alone, Scar stayed back with his vexing at the ready, and Pearl was the first one to grab Grian.

And the first one to get thrown off.

As Pearl grabbed Grian by the arm, he jerked and threw her off, being caught by Xisuma before she could fall off the building. Instinctually, Impulse grabbed Grian by his arms, grappling with the shapeshifter as he struggled against Impulse. A firework went off, scarring Grian enough to give him the strength to throw Impulse off. With careful footing, and a well placed Mumbo, Impulse narrowly avoided being a splat against the pavement. Ren and Cub glanced at each other, then at Xisuma and Doc, questioning if they should help or not.

They were answered by Doc tackling Grian, wrestling the shapeshifter to the ground. Grian hissed and shifted into some sort of inky black liquid that left Doc’s lab coat and hands stained, slithering away toward Scar until he shifted back into an approximate human form - which, really, was an amalgamation of eyes on a human body and wings. Scar screamed, being caught off guard, stumbling back and landing near the edge.

The eyes melted away into an eyeless dark grey face with a twisted smile, grabbing Scar and lifting him over the edge. Ren acted quickly, pulling Grian back by the jumper. Disoriented, Grian dropped Scar and stumbled backwards, giving Pearl enough time to apprehend Grian.

Flashing through every form he could think of, Grian struggled against Pearl’s hold. He cried out, calling for something with a birdy whistle that scratched his throat. Doc shook off how disgusting the ink felt and prepared the syringe, kneeling down to Grian while Mumbo tied up his flailing legs.

Ren suddenly flinched, covering his ears and unable to hold back a howl. In the city’s town square, a few miles away, he heard the unmistakable sound of hissing fireworks - hundreds of them.

12:00. Midnight.

The explosions, a beautiful majesty of collective chaos and fire, suddenly went off, lighting up the sky with an array of colors. For the celebrating it was beautiful, a cheering beginning to the New Year.

For the party on top of the roof, it was a terrifying distraction.

Grian wailed, becoming a pained chorus that mixed with Ren’s howl, and the shapeshifter bite down hard on Doc’s arm, sinking his teeth before pulling off. With everyone now caught off guard, Grian threw both vigilantes off - Pearl knocking into Xisuma, Mumbo off the building.

“Oh my gosh - Mumbo!” It was Scar who screamed, dropping to his knees - possibly damaging them - by the ledge.

Grian escaped, gone when the firework show ended. For minutes that went on like hours, it was silent. Doc checking himself for damage, everyone else recovering. Ren suffered in silence, trying to regain his hearing.

When the ringing finally subsided, the first thing Ren heard was a quiet, choked Scar whispering; “Mumbo...?”

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stupid-stew · 3 years ago

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Boiling Rain

my finger slipped again oopsies idk if this is 100% in character but like what if eda kicked lilith out right away and ended up regretting it later

There was nothing worse than a knock on the door for Eda. Especially not in the middle of the night, during a boiling rain storm, when she was fresh out of magic, and she had a kid in the house, and there was no hooty noise to warn her beforehand. What was he up to?

Eda was still new at defending herself without her magic, but she knew her way around a bat, just ask that guy at the bar from her 20’s and his massive medical bill. Whatever she thought, laughing to herself, that jerk deserved it, no medical bill was larger than his ego. Bat in her left hand, doorknob in her right, she simultaneously swung the door open and raised the bat into a defensive position, ready to strike, that is until…

“Lily?”

What she saw before her definitely wasn’t her sister, but that was Lilith on her doorstep. Well kind of, Lilith collapsed in front of her, drenched in steaming water, clearly out of breath, nothing like the perfect prissy Lilith she knew, and what was she wearing? Where was her dress and cloak? Oh, Eda realized, that is her dress and cloak. The clothes were nearly melting off of her sister, riddled with holes. That couldn’t have made her injuries any less severe. Eda had been stuck in her fair share of boiling rain storms, even with the thick skin of the owl beast it had still taken her weeks to heal, she couldn’t even begin to fathom the state her sister was in.

“I’m sorry” came a hoarse whisper from the pile at her feet

“Lily oh my titan-” Eda dropped the bat and turned her head to yell up the stairs, hoping she was loud enough to wake her sleeping apprentice “LUZ, WAKE UP” Her head snapped back to the door frame at the movement of Lilith flinching at her loud voice. What happened to her.

Eda bent down to at least try to get an idea of the injuries her sister had suffered, but before she could get her hands on Lilith, Luz appeared at the base of the stairs. “What’s going on?” she asked, clearly still half asleep. “I need you to go up to the bathroom and grab the first aid kit, not the one in the first aid kit box, the one in the lunchbox.” Eda instructed.

Luz went to move up the stairs but suddenly snapped awake, “Is that Lilith?”

“Luz, later, first aid kit now, please” Eda responded, back turned to the now fully attentive teenager

“Got it…” Luz ran up the stairs, “...the blue or the purple one?” she shouted

Eda sighed, now that Luz was going to be here a while she should make a point to show the kid the ropes around the house “The purple one please.”

Not even a half minute later Eda had the box in her hand and was sorting through the bandages, what was she doing, she didn’t even know how badly wounded Lilith was. Eda set the supplies down and moved to touch Lilith when a pale, terribly blistered hand shot out of the mound in front of her and grabbed her wrist.

“No.”

Eda was confused and jerked her hand away “What do you mean no?”

Lilith took a couple ragged breaths before weakly responding “I don’t want your help, I don’t deserve it”

They sat there in silence for a moment before Eda remembered Luz was still behind her, “Luz, sweetie, could you go grab some blankets and maybe draw up some of those healing glyphs you’ve been working on?”

“Sure” the girl replied softly before quietly stepping back up the stairs

“Edalyn I sai-” Lilith started

“I heard you. I don’t want to hear it. You need help.”

“Not your help-” Lilith inhaled painfully “not after everything I did to you.”

“Oh for titan’s sake Lily, you think just because you made a mistake I’m going to let you lay here in pain? I haven’t even seen your face yet and I can tell you need help, mine or not.”

“No, I shouldn’t have come here, it’s all my fault, I’ll go.” Lilith moved to get up, but the burns weren’t having it and she barely got a push-up’s distance off the ground before her arms gave out.

“Are you kidding me right now? You come to my door in the middle of the night, after having gone through titan-knows-what, covered in burns, your clothes are barely intact, and you expect me to just let you leave?”

Eda wasn’t having any more of it, and reached out and grabbed Lilith’s arm, who hissed in a combination of pain and protest.

“Not on my watch sister” Eda spoke through her teeth. For someone so frail, Lilith was definitely a bit heavier than she looked, though the fact she was drenched probably didn’t help.

She managed to drag the complaining witch all the way to the couch before Luz made her way down the stairs, blankets and a stack of healing glyphs in hand.

“Kid, drop those and come help me please.”

Together they were able to get Lilith into a lying position on the couch, and for the first time see how bad of a state Lilith was in. Not an inch of the witch’s skin was spared from the rains, red blotches and boils acted like massive freckles over her whole body. While taking in the sight of her sister, Eda managed to meet the injured witch’s eyes for a split second, and what she saw scared her more than anything. Of course Lilith’s face was contorted in pain, but there was also shame and embarrassment in her eyes. If I showed up in her state I’d be embarrassed too, but did she really think I wasn’t going to help her?

“Kid can you go upstairs and grab Lilith some clothes from my dresser? Anything you think will fit her is fine, and…” Eda leaned in next to Luz’s ear and in a low whisper “could you take your time? I’d like to talk to my sister in private”

Luz looked at her with understanding “Of course, if you need anything just yell up the stairs.” She eyed Lilith one more time before retreating back up the stairs.

Eda then turned back to Lilith, who seemed unwilling to meet her eye again. “Alright. Let’s get started, you look a mess, so this might hurt a lot more than a little.”

“Edalyn why are you doing this”

Eda chuckled “Have you seen yourself, I’ve never been the best at responsibility, but I think it would make me a bad person to not help someone in your condition.”

“No Eda, I mean why after everything that I did to you, to Luz, why are you still helping me when I am the last person you should want to help, I don’t understand.”

There was a heavy silence followed by a long exhale from Eda. She didn’t respond, instead moving for the pile of glyphs that Luz had left them. “This is going to hurt a lot, and I’m not going to be able to get it all without my magic, the glyphs only do so much, but I think I can make the worst of it at least better.”

For the second time that night Eda was stopped from touching Lilith by a pale shaking hand.

“Edalyn, why?”

“Ok here’s a deal, you let me help you and I’ll tell you why in the end? Sounds fair enough?”

“You really aren’t going to budge on this are you.”

“Nope.” Eda replied, popping her lips on the last syllable.

Lilith flopped back onto her back, shutting her eyes and exclaiming at the, without a doubt, excruciating pain the impact with the couch had caused.

“Real smooth Lils”

“Oh shut it.”

Somehow the older witch’s face turned even more red through the burns and boils.

Eda managed to get through placing glyphs along Lilith’s arms and legs with minimal issue, Lilith didn’t seem to be enjoying herself very much, but even she had to admit it was starting to look better. At some point Luz had come back down with a cream colored shirt and black patchwork skirt for Lilith to change into along with some more glyphs. Eda had sent her back to bed, the kid did have school in a few hours.

“Ok, we are going to have to take off your dress so I can reach your back, looks like that’s where most of the damage is, and…” as Lilith sat up Eda caught a glimpse of her full back “there also doesn’t seem to be all that much dress left to remove. You really got caught in the rain huh?”

Lilith didn’t respond, but instead met Eda’s eyes again, which made Eda suspicious.

“Do we have to?”

“Yes Lilith we have to treat your injuries.” Eda rolled her eyes at her sister, what did she expect when she was out in the rain without protection?

Lilith didn’t look amused, instead she seemed to pale out. She pulled down the top half of her dress and rolled over onto her stomach.

Eda gasped.

Lilith’s back was covered in burns and boils sure, but what shocked Eda was the array of scratches and claw marks all over Lilith’s back, not only her back but they seemed to go up and down her whole body in varying degrees. Some of them looked healed, or on the way there, some of them fresh, some of them even seemed to be infected.

“What the hell Li-”

Was all she got out before she was interrupted

“Forest demons aren’t as nice as they seem. Ever.”

Oh. Eda snapped her mouth shut and silently applied as many glyphs as she could to Lilith’s back and upper arms as she could. Of course, Eda thought, I didn’t let her stay here, she’s got no friends outside the coven, she doesn’t look different enough to find somewhere safe from the coven guard in town, especially not with her posters lining the alleyways, she’s been sleeping in the woods. Where else would she have gone. With their mother? Any number of nights in the forest without a roof was better than one night under their mom’s.

“Thank you.” a voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Huh? Oh.” Eda had been so busy thinking that she didn’t realize she had finished. “I’ll go to the kitchen to make us some tea, you can change in here, don’t worry about hooty he seems to be asleep.”

Lilith nodded and Eda made her way to the kitchen. Once the water was on the stove, she dove back into her thoughts. All these nights? I kicked her to the curb the night of the incident, it’s been at least a week, it’s rained almost every night. Oh titan, not all of those burns were fresh, that’s probably why Lilith was able to move at all, she was used to it. How has she been eating, bathing, sleeping? She’d been weakened by the splitting of the curse, could she have even defended herself? She could have come around any time- wait. Eda realized that she had told Lilith not to come anywhere near the house… ever again. That’s why she was so convinced she wouldn’t get help at the owl house. Maybe if I had been less harsh, it I hadn-

The whistle of the water being ready pulled Eda back to reality. She quickly placed the tea bags into the mugs and filled them with water and left the kitchen. When she got back to the living room, Lilith was already sitting in her dry clothes, a dim blue light escaping through the thin fabrics from the glow of the healing glyphs. Eda handed her a mug and brought her own to her lips, taking a long sip before sitting down next to her sister.

They sat like that for a while, sipping and waiting. Eventually, much to Eda’s surprise, Lilith broke the silence.

“So why?”

“Huh?” Eda replied, still deep in thought.

“Why did you decide to help me?” Lilith asked, looking into her mug as if it held all the answers “We both know I didn’t deserve it.”

“You’re right.” Eda replied simply. “You don’t deserve my help.”

Looking up from her tea and at her sister with genuine confusion, Lilith asked “So why did you help me then?”

“Let me finish. You don’t deserve my help. You cursed me, you kept your mouth shut about it for decades, until it was far too late, and in a desperate attempt to save your own ass you captured not only me, but my apprentice. My apprentice who I might as well call my own daughter at this point. You hurt her you know?”

Lilith’s eyes reverted back to her mug in shame.

“Oh yeah, she’s got bruises that aren’t even healed yet, that’s why she got looking into the healing glyphs. Plus, she faced Belos. She had to burn her only way home, she’s stuck here now. And me? I lost my magic. The most powerful witch on the boiling isles, now without the witch part.”

To emphasize her point, Eda drew a golden spell circle in the air, only for it to crumble into a pile of dust at her feet.

“Edalyn, I-”

“But,” the younger Clawthorne interjected, “that doesn’t make you a bad person, and I refuse to let it make me a bad person. I don’t know what your reasons were for cursing me, not telling me, I don’t know what Belos promised you, but it had to be pretty big to do what you did. And it’s my fault for not knowing. I kicked you out without even hearing you out, and you got hurt for it, I never even gave you a chance to explain yourself.”

It was Eda’s turn to avoid eye contact now, staring contemplatively into her now empty cup.

“It’s my fault you got hurt. That’s why I helped you. I was so caught up in my own anger that I didn’t think about the consequences of my actions. I’m still mad at you, and you’re far from forgiven, but I think you need help. Let me help you.”

For the first time in a long time, the two sisters met eyes in a moment of understanding.

“Ok.” Lilith said after a moment of comfortable silence.

“Good because I wasn’t really giving you a choice.”

They both laughed at that.

They sat for a moment, before it was finally Eda’s turn to speak first.

“So why’d you come here if you didn’t want my help?”

Lilith picked at her fingers for a moment before responding.

“I don’t know, I guess I just didn’t have anywhere else to go. It was so dark and so hot, I could barely even think, none of the other storms had gotten me this bad.”

Ah, so I was right. Eda regretted.

“It was like my feet took me here, all I knew was I needed to get out of the rain, and before I knew it I was in front of your house on my knees. I expected you to turn me away, I wanted you to turn me away.”

Eda didn’t know how to respond to that with anything other than “Why.”

Lilith thought for a moment.

“I guess I needed you to turn me away, I thought it might feel better to know that for once you would be the one leaving me in pain after 30 years of the roles being reversed, I think after all of that I deser-”

“No.” Eda interrupted. “I might not be the best sister, neither are you, but I will not ever let you suffer in any way remotely close to the way I did. Nobody deserves that, I sure as hell didn’t but neither do you. You will always have a place to stay with me, no matter how mad I am at you.”

They sat for a while longer, both deep in thought. Eventually Eda took both mugs back to the kitchen and rinsed them before going back to the living room, sitting next to Lilith one last time to help her out with the blankets.

“I think the shed is livable, the tower might be a bit too overgrown at the moment but we can work something out. You can stay on the couch tonight, no way you’re going back out into that. We can set ground rules in the morning, just try and get some sleep before the kid wakes up. She’s very excited about the new day, every day.” Eda spoke fondly.

“You really care for her, don’t you.” Lilith asked, a sad smile tugging on her lips.

“That I do. Goodnight Lilith.” Eda responded before stretching and cracking more joints than any one witch should physically be able to. “Woof, even sitting on that couch is enough to make me sore”

“I’m sure it’s just fine, thank you Edalyn, for everything. And goodnight.” Lilith said while trying to find a comfortable position on the lumpy couch. Her injuries, while significantly better, weren’t doing anything to help the situation. It wasn’t long before the soothing warmth of the healing glyphs lulled Lilith into a deep, dreamless sleep, much better than any she’d gotten on the forest floor.

Not even a few hours later, the sun shone on the owl house, waking Luz first, and if she was any quieter than normal that morning, or if she saw a certain gray haired owl lady sleeping on the floor next to Lilith’s position on the couch on her way out the door, she never mentioned it to a soul.

#the owl house #lilith clawthorne #luz noceda #eda clawthorne #eda the owl lady

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suntory-toki-senpai · 4 years ago

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Eyes on Fire | Chapter 10

a/n: hi guys! I’m so sorry to keep you in the wait for chapter 10! my car broke down (twice) and I was stranded on the side of a freeway frontage road for,,,longer than I care to remember in this heat. I couldn’t even imagine writing while my hair was falling out from stress. anyway, the toyota is back up and running and so am I with new chapters! I also have this story posted on wattpad for people to share more easily which I can link in another post. I appreciate all the support I have gotten. the love keeps me going!

possible warnings: drunkeness, passing out, illusions to death

Chapter 10 – Inferno

The next morning, I rolled over right into Zuko as I woke up. I had half-expected him not to be there, but being greeted by the warmth of his body was welcome.

“Good morning,” he greeted.

“No,” I replied hoarsely. I pulled the sheets over my head, hiding my face in his chest.

“Five more minutes?”

“Yes.” I said, my voice muffled.

A soft knock sounded at the door and an attendant came into the room.

“Good morning, Highness and Sayuri. Breakfast will be ready soon. The Avatar and his companions are waiting,” he said.

I groaned loudly in response.

“We will be ready in a few minutes,” Zuko said. I heard the door close softly. “Looks like you’re going to have to get up.”

“Can’t believe I don’t get morning cuddles,” I groaned, turning away from him.

“I was looking forward to them, too.” Zuko pulled the sheets from over my head and placed a soft kiss on my forehead and worked his way down to my lips. Another knock on the door.

“Good morning, Highness and Sayuri. I have clothes for both of you here,” Lin said by way of greeting, placing bundles on an ottoman. “Your Grace, the dressers will be in soon to help you get ready.”

“Morning, Lin,” I replied.

“Thank you, Lin,” Zuko said.

I covered my face with the sheets yet again. Zuko forced them off, giving me a look. With another knock at the door, the royal dressers came filing in. I got up and made my way to the bundle of clothes waiting for me.

“I guess this is my cue to exit. What a pity I can’t stay for the show,” I said, sassily as I walked toward the changing screen in Zuko’s chamber.

“Someone’s being a brat this morning,” Zuko remarked.

“Sure am,” I replied.

After we were dressed, we went out to join the rest of the gang for breakfast. The plan was for me to leave the palace by ostrich-horse, alone, and to go to the marketplace and open the Tavern as I usually would on any other afternoon. The rest of the gang would come by later in disguise for the diversion. I wouldn’t be able to see Zuko until later, so I prepared myself to say goodbye outside the palace, just before we reached the gates.

“I’ll see you later, then,” I said.

“I will,” Zuko replied, moving a piece of hair away from my face.

I took his hands and held them in mine. “I’m sorry for being a brat this morning. I’m really cranky when I first wake up. My grandpa says I’m an obake.”

“Ah, yes a shapeshifter. That makes sense,” Zuko replied, smirking.

I perched on my tiptoes to give him a kiss. “I’ll see you soon. Don’t worry.”

“That isn’t my strong suit, but I’ll try.”

“You have to trust me and your friends, Zuko. We’re gonna help you stop this, once and for all.” I started to move toward the ostrich-horse when Zuko grabbed my arm.

“Sayuri, I need to tell you something.”

“What would that be?”

“I—uh,” he scratched the back of his neck and looked down at the ground.

“What is it, Highness?”

“I think you have great breath control. That will suit you well today.”

I narrowed my eyes in confusion and turned around to hop up onto the ostrich-horse. “Thanks, I guess. See you later.” I nudged the animal to move with my foot and started toward the gate. I turned my head briefly to see Zuko smacking his head with his hand in frustration. I maneuvered the ostrich-horse down the switchbacks, and left him with the Chen family to watch until I could bring him back to the palace stable.

I made my way over to the Tavern on foot to get the shopping lists and to attempt to go about my day. I knew Zuko had guards watching me in disguise, but I still felt anxious about being alone. I went about my business at the marketplace as calmly as I could. I ordered plums, rice, and picked up some new yunomi for the Tavern. By the time I got back from the marketplace, it was nearly time to open. I quickly set up the tea kettle and made sure there was enough bottled sake and wine for service. I walked over to the door, took a deep breath, and unlatched it. I turned to my left and snapped my fingers to light the candle signifying we were open.

“Now, I wait,” I said to myself. I heard a tapping on the back door of the Tavern and quickly ran to investigate. Two men were standing outside waiting. One was tall, young, and similar in build to Tatsuo, and the other was short, old and stocky.

“Who are you?” I demanded.

“I guess my nephew did not tell you this part of the plan, Sayuri. I’m here as a decoy for your grandfather along with this young man who works in the palace kitchen. My name is Iroh,” the older man greeted.

“Oh, sorry. It’s an honor to meet you, General Iroh, the Dragon of the West,” I said, quickly bowing.

“Retired General, but you can call me Uncle,” he corrected. “This is Jiang, he’s a bit shy.” Jiang waved.

“I guess you will be Tatsuo tonight, Jiang,” I said.

He nodded.

“And I’ll be playing your grandfather! Drinking tea and playing Pai Sho, a role I was born to play!”

I laughed. “Let me get the board and tea set up for you.”

“Ah, my dear, it would be an honor to have tea served by the woman who had stolen my nephew’s heart,” Uncle Iroh said.

“Stolen his heart, huh?” I chuckled.

“He’ll never admit it, but it’s true.”

I led Uncle Iroh to the front of the Tavern and prepared tea for him. A few customers began to shuffle in and out. I served them while Uncle Iroh sat in the back and played Pai Sho with my grandfather’s usual opponents, who welcomed the fresh blood. I tapped viciously on the counter and sipped tea spiked with a bit of sake as I waited for the rest of the gang to arrive. Finally, I saw Aang and Katara wander inside wearing Fire Nation clothing. They gave me a nod, and turned to Uncle Iroh and gave him a nod as well. I walked over to take their order.

“Hi there. What can I bring you to start off with?” I said.

“Spice tea for the table, please,” Aang said.

“Coming right up,” I said. I prepared a batch of spice tea and brought it to their table. I returned to my usual spot behind the bar and continued tapping on the counter and glancing at the door every few minutes.

“Expecting someone?” Uncle Iroh asked, appearing at the bar. “No,” I said.

“Just ready to get this show on the road.” “That isn’t the only thing you’re waiting for, is it?”

“I guess I’m just waiting for Zuko to break through the door and call the whole thing off.”

“My nephew is very overprotective. Especially when it comes to people he cares about.”

“I know,” I said, looking into my yunomi and taking a sip.

“Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him in love before,” Uncle Iroh said, tapping his chin.

I choked on my tea. I put the yunomi down and reached for the tokkuri to top off my tea with shaking hands. Iroh laughed out loud.

“Oh, Sayuri. Love isn’t that scary.”

“It is when you don’t know how,” I mumbled.

“Love isn’t something you do. It’s something you chose to live out,” Uncle Iroh said.

“I guess that makes sense. How do you know when you actually love someone?” I asked.

“You have to ask yourself that question. What’s the first thing you think about in the morning? You don’t need to say it out loud.”

I turned and looked at Aang and Katara. They were wordlessly sipping tea. Aang's eyes were on the door and Katara kept scanning the room for threats, but her hand was absent-mindedly running over the top of his. Perhaps, love was less complicated than I understood it to be. I heard the door of the Tavern open as Suki entered, making her way straight to the bar. She looked different without makeup.

“I’ll have what you’re having,” she said with a smile, leaning up against the bar.“It’s a bit strong, but if you like spice tea, you’ll like this,” I replied.

I poured her a cup of tea and added a bit of sake.

“You like a little bit of tea with your sake, don’t you?” Suki said, giving me a look.

“Sun goes down, sake cups go up,” I jeered.

“The young lady is right, Sayuri. Perhaps this will be your last “extra” spice tea,” Uncle Iroh commented. I chewed on my lower lip. He was right, I needed to be as sharp as I could tonight. Time passes more slowly in the Tavern. The usual rowdy crowd comes in closer to the weekends, and nights like these are normally uneventful. I closed up a few tabs and made sure a customer who fell asleep at his table got home safely. It was time to start the diversion. I had made it a point to keep the tokkuri right next to my teacup to pour little bits of “sake” into my tea. Growing up in the Tavern made me aware of when people had had “too much”, and how their behavior visibly changed. Their laughter gets louder, words tend to get slurred, and inhibitions go by the wayside. The only time I’ve ever seen a man braver than a soldier on the frontlines of the war is when he was completely under the table. I picked up the last bit of my spiked tea and downed it. I glanced over to Suki, who met my eyes, and I gave her a slight nod. I moved my hand across the counter and pushed over the tokkuri and shattered it. I belted out a loud laugh.

“Oopsies!” I giggled. “Now, I hafta go back and clean that up!” I slid off the bar chair and walked with an extra bounce in my step. I swept up the mess and disappeared into the back with slow, deliberate movements. I slipped out of the back of the Tavern and wandered towards the front, swaying and humming to myself.

“Pop can’t get mad at me for breaking his sake set if I’m not there!” I sang to myself. I wandered away from the Tavern. After I was satisfied with the distance I had made, I took a deep breath, turned my face to the sky, and slurred out the words to my mother’s song.

“O, dragon’s lair deep down below.

Keep careful watch over our brother’s souls.

As the Fire Nation rises o’er the slough.

Keep watching over…Ursa’s son.”

Smoke began to pool at my feet and at my sides, and I felt a dark presence growing behind me. I let out my best drunken laugh. “Who’s there?” I sang.

“You don’t remember us?” a familiar voice.

“No,” I said, still looking straight ahead. “remind me.”

“Stupid girl. No one is coming for you,” the voice taunted. I turned around to greet the masked figures.

“Maybe no one has to.” I took a deep breath and shot fire from my fists toward the smoke-clad figures before moving back. The figures advanced, one with a mysterious vial in her hands. I backed away, fists up, ready to shoot fire again. As I started to turn to maneuver away, I collided with a masked man, who tried to grab me. It was obvious that I was outnumbered, where the hell were my friends - I slid underneath the masked man’s legs and pushed him over from behind. The Kemurikage veered forward to grab me again and I shot fire from my fists to move them away. I pushed myself past them and started to run back towards the Tavern, clearly something wasn’t right. The gang should have been with me by now. I could see the Kemurikage running on the roofs of the houses that lined the street I was running on. One of them threw knives at me. I bended a shield of water from the nearby stream, then shot ice daggers back. I returned to the Tavern to find it in chaos, the gang were all engaged in battle with another set of masked men and Kemurikage.

“Zuko!” I shouted.

“Sayuri, get out of here! Go back to the Palace!” he shouted back. I watched a masked man come up behind Zuko. I shot a stream of fire from my fists and bended water to freeze him in place. Zuko turned around.

“You were saying?” I asked.

I jumped next to Zuko and bended water from the stream around me into a circle of tentacles, shooting ice daggers at the masked men surrounding us, while Zuko shot fire from his fists. I managed to disable a few of the masked men until I noticed Katara falling down, hit by a Kemurikage’s dagger. I rushed to her side and water whipped the dagger out of the figure's hands, giving Katara time to get up and continue to fight. I turned around to check on Zuko. He had gone over to help Suki and Ty-Lee, who were gradually being cornered into an alleyway. Noticing a Kemurikage coming up on the roof behind them, I snaked a rope of water around the figure’s ankle, causing him to topple from the roof. I froze his hands and feet to the ground. Another Kemurikage appeared out of the shadows and ran over to their accomplice, who was bound to the ground by the ice I’d created. This one moved fluidly and noticeably different from the rest of the group. She broke her accomplice from her bindings and pulled off her mask revealing her identity. It was Azula.

I frantically scanned the area for Zuko, but he was across the street at the entrance of an alley. I was on my own.

“Aww, Zuzu! You brought your friends to the party. This was supposed to be a family get-together to meet your bar wench of a girlfriend!” Azula yelled, sarcastically.

“Give it up, Azula, your Kemurikage game is over!” Zuko shouted. “We took out all your accomplices, and I’m putting them away for a long time!”

“You think this is over?” Azula retorted, her voice echoing across the street.

“In case you didn’t notice, Princess, your buddies are all dregs for the street!” Katara shouted back.

“You think you peasants and the barslut can take me down? You haven’t seen anything yet.”

I spied a Kemurikage getting up from the ground, lunging for Zuko. I bent two water ropes and dragged him by the ankles into the stream.

“Hmm. She is quite powerful,” Azula mused. “Too bad she chose such a terrible boyfriend.” I watched in horror as blue-colored lightning manifested from her fingertips. It sparked from her hands toward me and I felt the whole world slow down. My body felt like I was stuck in a dream, trying to run away but slowed by some invisible force. I angled myself to jump away, but caught Azula’s lightning on my side. Pain tore through my body. Muffled screams filled the air. As I started to sink down, I saw Zuko running toward me, and felt him grab my arm. My whole body became heavier and heavier until my vision washed out and I hit the ground.

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#avatar: the last airbender #avatar the last Airbender fanfiction #team avatar #alta #atla fanfic #zuko #prince zuko #fire lord zuko #fire lord Zuko fanfic #prince Zuko fanfic #Zuko fanfic #fire lord Zuko x oc #fire lord Zuko x reader #Zuko x OC #zuko x reader #prince Zuko x oc #eyes on fire | after the war

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tomiokai · 4 years ago

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More Than Friends || Spencer Reid

Masterlist

{not my gif}

A/N: Half wrote this one and typed the rest, so enjoy my pain and tears, cause my hand cramped after this lmao. THIS FIC IS NOT COMPLETE IT IS A DEAD FIC SO JUST WARNING YOU BEFORE YOU DECIDE TO READ. At the ending I will explain what was supposed to happen.

(Edit Disclaimer) I’m so sorry I thought I put this here but, yes I know this is a Girl In Red song, but I really liked this song and I wanted to do a take on this song because I love the lyrics and the meaning of it. Also I am bi so I know what I’m doing lmao. ;)

Summary: This is a songfic to the song ‘I Wanna Be Your Girlfriend’ pretty self-explanatory. Listen to the song, the fic will make a lot more sense, and it’s a great song. The only thing is, replace ‘Hannah’ in the song to ‘Spencer’. (Unedited)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader

Category: Angst. Songfic.

Warnings: None:

Word Count: 1.9k

“I don’t want to be your friend, I wanna kiss your lip. I want to kiss you until I lose my breath.”

As the elevator closed with Maxine and Spencer in it I felt my heart drop.

I knew from the very start Spencer and Maxine were dating but seeing them together in an elevator sharing their first kiss just hits differently.

Heavy tears streamed down my face as I stood there, body frozen. No matter what I did not a single muscle in my body moved, the only movement was the tears from my eyes sliding down my cheeks and onto the maroon dress shirt I wore staining the soft fabric.

Ever since the first day I joined the BAU I had fallen for Spencer, 13 years ago. I was a little late to the team but that didn’t change a thing about how the team treated me. For years I have wanted to tell Spencer that I loved him, but every time the time was not right. Then Maeve happened and my hopes of telling Spencer I loved him passed away with Maeve. He was never going to love me the way he loved her. After that, I never had the courage to tell him how I really felt. Yet again I was too late, he has Maxine now, and he genuinely seemed happier with her than usual. My mind was never going to let me live down the fact that maybe that Spencer and I could’ve been if I had just talked to him before he met Maxine. What could have been.

“Hey Y/n you okay?” Instantly snapping out of my daze, my hand shot up to my face and wiped the tears away. Putting on the best possible smile I could manage I turned around to meet face to face with Luke.

“Luke! Hey! Yeah, I’m good,” I laughed, brushing it off.

“Y/n even if I wasn’t a profiler I could tell you’re upset and you’ve been crying, hiding it with laughter isn’t helping,” Luke stated walking up to stand beside me.

“It’s nothing really,” I reassured.

“I know you hate talking about your emotions Y/n but if you ever need anyone to talk to, I’m your guy,” Luke said patting my shoulder.

“Don’t worry about me Luke, if I ever needed anything you’re my speed dial,” I laughed for real this time.

“Alright, well I’m heading home. Don’t stay too long,” Luke says before disappearing into the elevator.

For a moment I almost wanted to chase after Luke and tell him everything but he wouldn’t have understood how I felt.

Quickly making my way into the bullpen, I went straight to my desk. Everyone had cleared out by then leaving an empty space for me. I had a phone call to make and I had to do it quickly.

“Are you sure you would like to do this?” Security asked.

“Yes. After I’m in I would like you to leave the perimeter, you can stand guard, but you can’t listen in.” I spoke clearly with authority in my voice.

“Yes ma’am,” Security said, leaving the room. I waited for a few minutes to make sure security was out and away for good.

Making sure no one was behind me I opened the door to the room and slipped in. sitting down across from the women I needed to talk to I sighed and crossed my arms.

“Tell me what it’s like,” I breathed.

“What’s what like?” The women asked.

“Don’t play games,” I snapped.

“I’m not playing any games Agent Y/l/n,” The woman lied.

“I may be no Spencer Reid but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out you’re trying to manipulate the situation to your fitting, Catherine Adam,” I stated, hissing the last part.

“The world needs more women like us,” Cat laughs.

Choosing to ignore the obvious insult I rolled my eyes at her.

“From the moment I walked in here you already knew what I wanted,” I said, slamming my hands onto the steel table that separated us.

“You’re right Y/n. I do know what you want,” Cat says eyes darkening. “Let’s play a game!” She piped up, her whole demeanour changing real fast.

“No games!” I immediately said. “I’m not Spencer, Cat. I’m not so easy to manipulate and plus you don’t have any hostages that will make me play.”

“Oh that’s too bad, the game was going to be fun,” Cat sighed sarcastically.

“Any game from you is NOT fun,” I responded, emphasizing the ‘not’.

“Fine, you got me,” Cat said, playing with her hair.

“Now I’m going to ask you again. What was it like?” I deadpanned.

“What a pity, you’re just like me Y/n. We both want Spencer’s love,” Cat stalled. \

“I am not like you!” I hissed leaning forward.

Cat followed in suit and also hissed, “We are exactly the same.”

Leaning back in my seat, giving up on Cat, I proposed something different. “You’re right Cat, we are the same,” I said glancing at Cat who wore a smug grin. “And that’s why I'm willing to sign papers to move your death sentence to a life sentence and if they don’t approve of that I’ll push your death day back as far as I can.”

“How do I know you’re not lying to me,” Cat asked.

“You can read men Cat and I bet you can read women too, so you tell me,” I shot back.

Cat studied me, my face, my breathing, and my body language. “You’re not lying,” Cat breathed in disbelief.

“So tell me and I’ll sign,” I offered one last time. I was desperate to feel what it was like to be something to Spencer.

Cat stares at me, disbelief written all over her face. A sly smile crawled onto her lips. “What do you want to know about Y/n, how he talks to me? How he touches me?” She asked, biting her lips.

Anyone could tell I visibly stiffened uncomfortably.

“Or how he kisses me feverishly or are you into some rough play, do you want me to tell you about how he throws me against walls, and chokes me roughly while whispering death threats to me?” Cat whispered, poison lacing her words.

She was straight up playing me now.

Slamming my hand onto the table yet again I yelled, “You know what it feels like to be rejected by Spencer Reid, Catherine. You know how I feel!”

“I know how that feels, but you don’t Y/n,” Cat bitterly says leaning back into her chair.

“I might as well know,” I laughed, tears spilling out my eyes, mixed emotions filling my body.

Loud laughter filled the closed air. Looking over at Cat I groaned in frustration for letting my emotions show and letting my vulnerability get the better of me.

“Tsk, Tsk Y/n, you of all people should know men are shit,” Cat says, suddenly dead serious.

“What are you talking about?” I asked calmly, but really I was panicking on the inside.

“Now don’t play dumb with me Y/n. I know all about you. We are EXACTLY the same.” She growls.

Standing up abruptly I pointed a finger at the Cat and hissed, “Deals off Cat,”. My face felt steaming hot, God there was probably steam coming out of both my ears.

Cat sighed a very heavy sigh and closed her eyes.

“By the way Catherine, we are not the same and we never will be,” I say before slamming the door closed.

First thought that came to mind, ‘well that went as expected.’

6 Months Later:

“Can you believe someone actually signed the papers for Cat Adams life sentence?” Emily asked, throwing down files on Cat Adams.

Spencer immediately perked up, “Wait who signed it?” He asked, but more like shouted.

“We don’t know It’s classified information way beyond Federal level,” Emily answered.

“If Penelope were here she would have already had the files pulled out,” Matt stated.

Guilt dissolved me completely by then. Knowing fully well I was the one who signed them even after I broke off the deal. Something had ignited in me that day, something that just made me sign them. I had absolutely no reason to but I did, I was surprised they even let them pass through.

“Guys I have an announcement to make,” Spencer said standing up and walking over to the font of the room. Everyone’s chair all spun to face the front simultaneously to listen to Spencer.

“I’m not going to stall so… Max and I are engaged, and everyone here is invited to the wedding!” Spencer said with a cheer.

My attention flew to Spencer. Never have I ever thought Spencer would take things so quickly with Maxine.

Everyone instantly stood up from where they sat and ran up to Spencer and engulfed Spencer in a hug and congratulated him while I sat in my seat in complete disbelief.

People swarmed around Spencer, completely blocking my view from him. My vision blurred as I stared at the group huddle. On instinct, I fled my seat and out of the room never looking back, not caring if anyone saw me.

Pulling out my phone I texted Emily and told her I felt sick and needed a day off, as I stormed off towards the garage to leave this place. I didn’t know exactly where I was going but I just drove. In the end, I ended up at home. I spent the rest of my day in bed wondering about Spencer and answering the occasional texts from the team asking me if I was alright. I wasn’t but they didn’t need to know that.

For the few weeks I had avoided Spencer, every time he would try to talk to me, the air would get tense and I would always come up with an excuse to get away before the conversation went too deep. Luke kept an eye on me the whole time, it was as if he knew what was up, but he didn’t say anything.

A/N: THIS IS WHERE I STOPPED WRITING OOPSIES. So I’ll just tell you what was supposed to happen. Y/n was supposed to confront Spencer at his engagement and tell him she loved him, and the verses “I don’t want to be your friend, I wanna kiss your lip. I want to kiss you until I lose my breath.” was supposed to happen, and basically Spencer has to reject her and on the wedding day Reader gets a phone call from Cat, offering her a deal but she rejects it and Reader moves away to the UK and yeah know BLAH BLAH BLAH and years later she comes back and discovers Spencer was murdered and she has to solve the case and in the end Cat did it. Yeah so that’s what happened could’ve been a sick story but I lost interest and couldn’t write it at all so sorry about that. Don't be too mad at me.

#Criminal Minds #criminal minds angst #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid #dr spencer reid

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bakuboii-i · 5 years ago

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Start. Bakugo x reader.

Plot: smol reader gets lost a lot in crowds and Bakugo does weird things to keep them with him.

Requested by: @nobodyw8s4evr

“(Y/n)? Where the fuck did you go this time?!.” An angry blonde seethed, sparks emitting from his palms scaring away everyone around him. Quickly you made your way between people, politely asking them to move. Once you made it to your boyfriend, you looked up and giggled at him.

“Oopsie. I’m sorry Katsuki.” The angry blond shoved his hands into his pockets, looking away.

“You disappear one more fucking time and I’m gonna be pissed (Y/n).” You held onto your boyfriends arms before chuckling.

“You already seem pissed. I’m sorry I’m so smalllll.” You looked up at him, batting your eyelashes. Quickly, he looked away.

“Stop being so fucking cute (Y/n). I can’t stay genuinely mad at you when you’re like that.”

You let out a soft giggle before softly replying. “I know...”

Another day, another time you could away from Katsuki. It was nothing new at this point, so he came prepared. Looking at your wrist in confusion, you questioned your boyfriend. “Um... Katsuki? What’s this?” You messed with the string around your wrist.

“What do you think it is? It’s so you don’t fucking get lost.” You crossed your arms, jerking the string, making it slip out of his hand.

“I’m not a child Katsuki.”

Katsuki growled and grabbed the string, trying it around his own wrist. “No. But you’re the closest thing to it”

You hated when Katsuki was petty, so you decided to be petty back. You went silent and didn’t talk. Katsuki growled, “Don’t be like this (Y/n).” You started walking while undoing the knot. Huffing, your boyfriend followed. You two eventually met a large crowd, and had to push your way through. Katsuki—being the pushy guy he is—made his way through the people easy. You however, weren’t as pushy, so of course you and him got separated.

It took him awhile to realize, but when he did, he was livid. Quickly, he turned around and looked at everyone around him. “EVERYONE GET OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY. (Y/N)?!.” People quickly dispersed, at this point, regulars were used to Katsuki’s outbursts. You heard your boyfriend calling and huffed, but made your way to him nonetheless.

He looked down at you, eyebrows scrunched together. Standing on your tiptoes, you rubbed between his eyebrows. “You’ll get wrinkles like that.” Katsuki’s face flushed before he spoke.

“Let me see your hand.”

He stuck his out to you, looking at it, you crossed your arms.

“No. You’re not tying my wrist again.”

His eyebrow twitched as he tried to stay calm.

“Just fucking—HOLD MY HAND (Y/N).” You looked up at him in shock, then a smile appeared on your face.

Katsuki avoided eye contact as you slid your fingers between his and held onto his hand. Looking up at him, you leaned up and kissed his cheek.

“We should’ve done this from the start, silly.”

I know it’s short compared to my other stories, please forgive me 🙇🏻‍♀️

#bakugo katsuki #bakugou imagine #bakugou x reader #boku no hero academia #mha bakugou #reader x bakugou katsuki #bnha fanfic

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rynhaswritersblock · 4 years ago

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dirty talk (hc) - part two | p.p.

summary: accidentally slipping into your best friend's lap amidst sexual tension can lead to... a lot.

warnings: this is NOT a smut! BUT it does include: grinding, moaning, and... more sexual tension lmao sorryyyyyyyy

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- previously on Sexual Tension Between Y/N and Peter...

- you slipped and fell into his lap

- oOpSiEs

- a sigh fell from peter's lips as your hips met his, his eyes closing and head against the wall as he exhaled

- the sight in front of you did not help how aroused you already were by everything

- you shifted uncomfortably in an attempt to make it better

- guess what

- that did not make things better at ALL

- your hips met his again, boner now prominent against you

- you gasped

- peter gasped

- everybody in the world gasped

- but you guys...

- it was so wrong

- but it felt so right

- peter's eyes shot open when he remembered the situation

- not only were you his best-friend-turned-crush, you were literally sitting on his friggin boner

- "holy shit, y/n, i know we were just messing around but i am so sorry i didn't mean to-"

- "jesus, parker, do you ever shut up?"

- you could practically see his eyes glaze over when he got what you meant

- his hands traveled up to your hips, grabbing them firmly yet gently at the same time

- with a gentle nudge, he moved your hips on top of his, making your eyes scrunch shut and the tiniest moan fall from your lips

- which absolutely BLEW PETER'S MIND

- HOMEBOY HAD NEVER HEARD A PRETTIER NOISE IN HIS L I F E

- AND HE WAS THE CAUSE FOR IT

- ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR PETER

- WOOOOOOOOOOO

- ANYWAYS

- you quickly got tired of how little movement there was and how awkward the situation was

- so you decided you would just go for it

- and oh boy

- TALK ABOUT A STRESS RELIEVER

- you began to circle your hips on peter, a groan eliciting from his mouth that only encouraged you

- his hands guided your hips as you began to move faster and harder, grinding against him

- words could not describe the euphoria you two were in

- he rested his head in the crook of your neck, heavy breaths against your skin

- he tightened his grip on your waist and moved his hips to meet yours

- you could feel his bulge against your core and could not hold it in

- a full on moan flew out of your lips

- which in turn made peter groan

- you held onto him, one hand on his shoulder and the other lacing your fingers into his chocolate curls

- you tugged on them, feeling pleasure run through you, and peter let out a whine

- can we talk about the fact that peter TOTALLY has a thing for getting his hair pulled like holy HECK dude

- the tension was finally beginning to resolve and it felt so good

- until

- u n t i l

- the front door opens

- !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- a surprised gasp falls from your lips when you hear aunt may call out peter's name

- you basically FLY off of peter

- like

- y e e t

- off of him

- just in time for may to open the door

- you quickly situate yourselves to look like you were doing homework

- peter's got a book in his lap and you start furiously scribbling equations in your notebook

- and you're lowkey proud of yourself for how inhumanely fast y'all adjusted to the situation

- "pete?" may peeks her head in, "oh! hey, y/n!"

- you smile innocently at her (the audacity-)

- "i just got home. do you two want some pizza?"

- peter opens his mouth but you cut him off

- "thank you so much, but i have to go soon. nice seeing you, may!" you smile (genuinely!! may parker has your heart!!!!)

- "of course, honey," she says, slightly eyeing peter before shutting the door

- you look back over at peter before clearing your throat and packing things up

- poor peter's head was SPINNING from everything that just happened in the last five minutes

- you slung your backpack over your shoulders and began to awkwardly walk towards his door

- peter finally snapped (oops) out of his head and basically flew off of his bed, running towards you to stop you from leaving

- remember me mentioning that peter was a total klutz?

- y eah

- homeboy SLIPPED and FLEW forward just as he was reaching you at the door

- his hands flew out and grabbed onto the wall ("i'm sticky!"), thankfully catching himself before he friggin smashed that beautiful face of his into the floor

- but

- the thing is

- the tHING IS

- his hands managed to land themselves right on opposite sides of your head

- you let out a laugh at pete's clumsiness

- and he laughed too, minty breath fanning over your face

- and that's when you both realized the position you were in

- he had you pressed against the door, bodies smushed together

- you guys' laughter IMMEDIATELY halted

- peter's wide eyes softened when he got an idea

- "is that a mirror in your pocket?"

- what

- the everloving

- ...

- ????????????????

- you were so confused lmao

- but, as per usual, you went with it

- "uhhhh, sure?"

- "good," peter smiled (innocently, tf), "cause i see myself in your pants."

- "you're terrible, parker."

HI THIS IS AN EPILOGUE/CONTINUATION THAT I DIDN'T REALLY WANNA PUT IN THE ACTUAL THING (don't ask me why cause even i don't know) SO UHHHHH ENJOY?????

- "what has 36 teeth and holds back the incredible hulk?"

- "what, peter?"

- "my zipper."

- "you sure it's not holding back ant-man?"

- peter scoffs jokingly before continuing, shifting on his feet, bodies still flush together

- "i know you're busy tonight, but could you add me to your to-do list, y/n?"

- "pete."

- "hey, guess what?" he asks cheekily

- "what?"

- "my lips are like skittles. wanna taste the rainbow?" he puckers his lips jokingly/teasingly

- "i don't know," you bring a hand to his face, covering his puckered lips, "i kinda like m&m's better."

- you raise an eyebrow at him, unfaltered face prominent

- he licks your hand, making you cringe and pull it back, wiping it on your pants

- "fine, then!" peter exclaims and you make a face, "my lips are like m&m's,"

- you let out a sigh

- "but m&m's are supposed to melt in your mouth, not in your hand."

- his smart response takes you by surprise and you gasp slightly

- peter copies your frequent mannerisms by raising a GODDAMN eyebrow

- and that's when you lose it

- you lean forward, harshly kissing him for only a brief few seconds before pulling away

- peter is dumbstruck

- like

- D U M B S T R U C K

- when he finally regains himself he clears his throat,

- "i didn't know you wanted to be a poster."

- tf??????

- "i don't..."

- "then why do i have you pinned against the wall?"

- well

- shit

- "don't let this go to your head, parker," you say, a proud smile beginning to tug at the corners of your mouth

- "i-"

- "speaking of head, do you want some?"

- ...

- .........

- .....................

- THAT'S IT

- peter shoves his mouth onto yours, tilting his head as you press back against the wall

- you quickly reciprocate

- the kiss was hot and quick, one that was long-awaited

- when you pulled away, you both panted and stared at each other, wowed by the recent events

- when you finally regained yourself, you slide out from between peter and the wall and opened the door, winking at peter before walking out

- let's just say...

- our boy petey had a lot to think about that night.

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lmao what am i doing

#peter parker #tom holland #peter parker imagines #marvel #mcu #spiderman #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #fanfic #fluff #writing #peter #parker #thomas holland

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jordanlahey · 5 years ago

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Can we please get a Fuck Away the Pain ~ Divide the Day inspired Billy fic?? I was looking through your prompt list and figured this would be a good one. Can be smutty and or angsty/sad

Your wish is my command! I decided to give it more a flufftyish ending.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Prompt: ‘Fuck Away the Pain’ by Divide the Day

Warnings: Language, Alcohol, Smut 18+ Oral (F recieving) Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) slight choking?, Angst?, Fluffyish

Word count: 1783

A/N: Oooffftt!I have been waiting to write some smut for Billy! I’m sorry if it sucks. Requests open prompt list HERE!

“You slept with who!” You yelled, tears spilling from your eyes. Your boyfriend of nearly a year decided it would be a good idea to sleep with your best friend well now ex best friend behind your back. Feeling betrayed wasn’t even the word to describe how you feel let alone being the only emotion you felt at all. “How long.” You say dangerously but he didn’t answer. “How Long!” You yell again throwing the nearest object at him but purposely missing him.

“2 months.” He said calmly, how could he be so calm about this! You were raging and he was acting as though this was nothing, like those 11 months meant nothing.You turn away from him dragging your hands down your face trying to think straight but your mind was going a mile a minute. He came towards you his hands going to your shoulders as if he was trying to comfort you.

“Don’t. Fucking. Touch. Me” You seeth but he only tries to touch you more.

“C’mon baby don’t be like that.” You push out of his grip and stand further away from him.

“I said don’t fucking touch me now get out! We are over!” You scream at the top of your lungs, the neighbours could probably hear you maybe even the whole town you were glad your parents weren’t in. He still wasn’t moving so you started pushing him out your room then backing him down the stairs before opening the door and pushing him out then slamming the door shut and locking it. You could hear him shouting at you but you blanked him out as best as you could, leaning your back against the door you slid down until you were sitting back against the front door hugging your knees into your chest. How could someone you love do this to you so easily? How didn’t you notice it sooner?

You found out about him and your best friend when Tommy and Carol slipped up while talking to the new boy and at first you didn’t believe it then you heard it from others too so you confronted him about it and he admitted it and now its over. You look like such a fool now and everyone will notice it by tomorrow, either that or he will make some random shit up about you and ruin you that way but you didn’t do shit to deserve this! Your anger was gone and all that was left was the empty feeling in your heart as you cried into your knees.

‘You think your life is done he took it all with so you drink enough for it to wash away the sin. Such a shitty thing he did, the way he said goodbye, you can take it out on me if you like.’

Everyone found out about you and your ex but you managed to clear the air on what happened the night you broke up with him and everyone didn’t hate you for it but it still didn’t give you justice, you still felt the pain in your heart every time you looked at him or her. Now here you are at a party drinking till you can forget his name or your own or until someone was drunk enough to take you home.

Billy watched you from the back of the room, leaning on the door frame dancing and drinking, to be honest you were a mess but you had every right to be your ex was an idiot for cheating on a girl like you especially with your now ex friend. Billy thought about knocking some sense into the guy but he didn’t want to hurt you more, he wasn’t paying attention until you lost your balance and falling into him but he still caught you with ease.

“Oopsie, my bad.” You hiccuped then giggled as you steadied yourself again but losing your balance. Jesus you were wasted already. “Do you wanna dance!?” You shouted as the music got louder Billy agreed and you took his hand and pulled him onto the dance floor, his hands were instantly at your waist as you ground yourself against him. Half way through the song his lips were on your neck, kissing and nipping at it then he stopped to mumble something to you but you were too caught in the mood to care so when he dragged you by the hand outside you willingly let him lead you to his car.

Billy opened the passenger door and waited till you were in before shutting it again then going to the driver side. He started the car and sped off in the direction to your house which wasn’t far from his, his hand on your thigh slowly and teasingly sliding up your thigh then down again you whimpered every time he got close to where you wanted him but he wouldn’t touch you.

“Now, now princess you have to be patient.” Billy let go of your thigh and put his hand on your chin, turning your head to face him. His voice was low and it made you more wet then you already were. He pulled up outside your house and you both exited the car quickly and headed to your front door, your parents car not being in the driveway meant you had the house to yourself.

‘Fuck away the pain, erase him from your brain. Fake it like you love me, come on baby touch me. Show me where it hurts, this dirty little curse. Don’t have to be ashamed if you wanna scream my name while I fuck away the pain.’

As soon as you opened the door Billy’s lips were on yours in a heated kiss, walking you backwards until you hit a wall causing you to gasp that was his chance to slip his tongue in, the two of you fighting for dominance but giving up as he overpowered you. You broke the kiss first, taking his hand and leading him up the stairs to your room, one you shut and locked the door the two of you were ripping at each other’s clothes to get them off each other.

Once the two of you were completely naked he pushed you down onto your bed and hovered over you, feverishly kissing you once more then dragging this lips down your neck sucking and biting bruises into your skin causing you to whimper and moan, he dragged his teeth over your collar bones leaving a trail of hickies behind him as he made his way down to your core. He stopped at your pussy, you could feel his breath against you but it was gone then he started kissing and nipping at your thigh. He was teasing you.

“Billy..” You breathed and he smirked against your thigh. You needed him now.

“What did I tell you Princess. Be patient, good girls get rewards when they listen.” You were about to speak when Billy’s mouth was on your pussy, his tongue lapping at your juices and sucking on your clit.

You moaned his name as your back arched and hands flying into his hair, he went back to sucking at your clit and he inserted two fingers into you. Your moans became louder as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, you could feel the coil inside you threaten to snap and Billy could feel it too. He pulled his fingers out of you causing you to whimper at the sudden emptiness. Billy moved back up to where he was hovering back over you, his fingers inches away from your mouth. You opened your mouth sucking on your own fingers and the taste of yourself caused you to moan.

“As much as I would love you to cum on my fingers I’d rather it me on my cock.” Billy pulled his fingers out of your mouth and kissed you once more before lining up against your entrance, sweeping the tip of his cock up and down your slit before thrusting into you. He groaned at how tight you were but gave you a second to adjust to him. “Fuck princess, you’re so tight.” He started to move slowly then picking up the pace, your moans getting louder and louder with each thrust he makes.

“Fuck Billy.” his hand finding its way to your throat and squeezing the sides of it, you held onto his wrist as he repeatedly slammed into you. A mixture of your moans and his grunts filled the room along with the sound of skin slapping together, you felt the familiar feeling in your stomach and this time you weren’t sure you could hold it. “Billy I-I’m close.”

“Hold it beautiful, I know you can.” You complied trying your hardest not to release until he said so, Billy let go of your neck and he came down and caught your lips in a demanding kiss your hands wrapped around his neck then you raked your nails down his back, more than likely to leave marks the next day he moaned into the kiss.

“Billy...I…I can’t.” You whimpered between kisses.

“Then cum for me baby, nice and loud tell everyone who fucks you this good.” As soon as he said those words your orgasam hit you and you screamed his name as you came around his cock. Billy started chasing his own orgasm as his thrusts were harder than faster. “Fuck Y/n, being such a good girl for me.” He came inside you thrusting one last time before nearly collapsing on top of you, his head buried into your neck as the two of you catch your breath. He pulled out of you causing you to whimper one last time and he disappeared.

Billy left the room to go to the bathroom to get a washcloth to clean you up since he had the decency to clean you up after using you the way he did tonight, it was the least he could do since your heart had been broken in two by a complete douchebag but when he came back you were sound asleep on your bed. You deserved so much better than that pathetic excuse for a boyfriend. Sorry ex boyfriend, he would genuinely love to be the one to make you laugh and smile and make you whole again. After he cleaned you up he didn’t gather his clothes up to leave instead he crawled into the space next to you, he smiled when you instantly cuddled into him. No he wasn’t going to leave like he usually does with every other girl instead he will wait until you tell him to leave.

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