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chilumi-shipper · 4 years ago

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Sweet Almost Goodbye

Xiao x Fem!Reader

Tags: Angst to Fluff

Sumary: Xiao had no plans to ever have a family of his own. Finding out that you are pregnant with his baby set him on edge, unsure. He's not ready.

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How are you suppose to tell him?

The news brought shock and surprise to you, it made you a bit excited and nervous.

What would Xiao think?

How will he take the news?

The thought of what his reaction may be formed a pit in your stomach. There you were, going up by the elevator of Wangshu Inn, as the sun was setting.

The closer you get to your destination, the uneasiness grew. What would happen if he lashes out? What would happen if he asked you to leave?

With a sigh, you walked up the stair that would lead to where your lover usually stays.

As you looked upon the view that the balcony provided, you saw that the sun was no longer visible, the stars starting to show up.

"You've arrived." Your heart swell at the voice of your lover, a smile forming on your face. Looking back at him, he eagerly walked up to you and greeted you with a gentle hug.

The first few weeks of your relationship was quite awkward, back then he could not even hold your hand without being as stiff as a board.

"Can I hug you?"

"I don't think that's necessary."

"But... I really want to."

"I am... not familiar with mortal rituals. I would not be the best for those kind of activities."

"Pfft... It's just a hug, Xiao. Plus you do these 'mortal rituals' with people you love. Now come here, silly Yaksha."

And surely enough, your first hug was not very comfortable, but it was a moment you would never forget.

Pulling away from the hug, you sighed heavily. Xiao did of course noticed the change in your attitude.

Where is that bubbly, cheerful, all smiles Y/N that he has grown to love?

Something must be off.

You looked down, how do you start off?

The silence filled the atmosphere with tension. Your hands started to shake.

"You seem like you're not yourself today." Xiao had broken the silence, something he usually doesn't do.

Looking up into his eyes, you grabbed both his hands in yours. "There's this very important thing that I need to tell you." Your grip on him tightened, hoping for him not to disappear.

His face showed confusion and somewhat worry, the look on your face told him that the matter was serious.

"You know how lovers would slowly grow? How they would be faced with many things and challenges in life together?" You started, not knowing exactly what to say. Through his confusion, he nodded.

"Well.... we may be going through one of those things." You whispered in a hushed tone. He didn't get it.

Was something wrong?

Has something happened that would affect your relationship?

"Xiao..." You silently called out his name.

"I'm... well..." You felt his hand squeeze yours, silently telling you to just say it.

"I'm pregnant."

He let go of your hands immediately, and your heart ached at his action.

Oh no...

He let out a chuckle. Slightly backing away, looking at you with an expression that had your eyes swelling with unshed tears.

"S-surely this has to be a joke." Xiao said in a quiet voice.

'What was that supposed to mean?' His words sent needles to your heart.

"We're gonna have a baby, Xiao." You said stepping closer to him, but he raised his hand, telling you to stop.

You held your hands to your chest, your heart pounding so fast. "It means that our love has blossomed."

"No." Xiao turned his back on you. "I didn't.... I didn't want this."

"X-xiao?" You stuttered, he surely didn't mean that right? He loves you, you loves him. Sure it wasn't expected, but you promised yourself to welcome your baby with open arms, teach them, show them the good in the world, love them with all your heart.

"I never wanted to start a family." He looked back at you, frustration in his eyes. "I thought that it would just be you and me. I didn't want a... a burden!" His words shocked you, a mix of emotion swirled inside you, pain, frustration, dissapointment.... anger.

How dare he say that about your baby?!

"Xiao, this is your child your talking about!" Tears started to fall from your eyes, staining your cheeks. "Why would you say that?!"

No, it doesn't matter how much you love him, he doesn't get to say those things about your baby. You believed that your baby is special, and you're not going to stand for the bastard you love to tell you that they are nothing but a burden.

"How could you?!" You stomped closer to him, your hands balled into a fist. "Here I thought that you are so amazing. That you're not the murderer that you claimed yourself to be."

You let put a sob.

"But no!"

You punched his chest.

"You don't deserve to be loved!"

Punch.

"You don't deserve to be happy!"

Punch

"You don't deserve a family that will love you."

You throw a weak puch at his chest, letting more of your tears fall as you sobbed.

He held you wrists pushing you back a bit to look up at him with your glossy eyes. What hurt even more is that he seemed unfazed, unaffected.

"I don't need you to tell me what I don't deserve. You're right, I don't deserve those things." He calmly said, letting go of your wrists. "And I... would feel at ease if you just leave." Before you could even respond, he vanished, leaving you to break down onto the floor, covering your mouth to silence your sobs.

He left you with tears and a broken heart.

2 Months Later

Your mother has been very helpful in taking care of you and your baby. Giving you tips and advice for a healthy pregnancy. You now stayed your parents' house in Qingce Village, a more quieter place than the Harbour.

You had told her of what happened between you and your 'previous lover' two months ago, crying into her arms as she saw you on your heartbroken state. Your father was not at all happy with Xiao's wrong doings towards you.

But you reassured your parents that it no longer matters, what matters now is your baby being well taken care of. And with that, you must take care of yourself as well. So no thinking about that Adeptus bastard.

In Wangshu Inn however, Xiao has felt that your departure has left a hole in his heart, everyday, every night alone on the balcony of the Inn, the place that you two once shared as a place to openly be together and express your love towards each other.

He would sometimes look at the guests of the Inn at the ground floor. He would see families spending time together, all smiles and happiness. Is that what it's like to have a family?

Sure, family comes with it's problems and such. But... it's family, people that will be your home and happiness.

Verr Goldet has noticed that you no longer go to the Inn and the Adeptus has grown more melancholic than usual. Something was definitely wrong between that two of you, she would think.

Xiao would look at the view provided by the balcony. He admits that he was looking for you from there, maybe you would come back to him. But he caught no sight of you.

Every time he would go out, he told himself that its to "scare off evil and cleanse the land", but he just used that as an excuse to look for you.

He found you, of course, since you aren't really hiding from him. But, even then, what would he say? Of course he should apologize, but how? He doesn't know any of that stuff.

But he has to make a decision....

"Alright, Y/N. Why don't you have a little rest while your father and I go to the village square?" You just nodded as they exit the house. Some alone time would be nice.

You were standing in front of a full body mirror in your room, shirt rolled up to show your baby bump. You were thinking about names for your baby just earlier. Even though it's gonna be a few months till they're ready, you just find naming them makes you smile.

"How about, if your a girl, I'll name you... Crystal? Or maybe Rose? Or Amethyst!" You laughed a little, seemingly having a conversation with your unborn baby. " But if your a boy... Hmmm...." You caressed your baby bump.

"I haven't thought about anything yet, but I'll tell you when I do, baby." You whispered with a smile.

Then, suddenly a green and black smoke appeared and revealed a person that made your smile drop.

"Y/N" Xiao quietly called out your name, looking at your eyes through the mirror. Sighing, you pulled down your shirt and turned back to face him.

He looked down at your stomach, his heart swelling at imagining that a baby is inside you, your and his baby is inside you.

"Didn't think I'd see you again." You let out a bitter laugh, making the man in front of you wince a little. "What are you doing here?" You asked with a rather harsh tone.

"I mean no harm." He started looking at you with a sense of nervousness within him, your unexpressive gaze made him feel crushed.

"I just want to apologize. And see how you and our baby are doing." He seemed to be hesitant in reaching out to hold you. But you, you were seething, did he just say 'our'?

He acted so childish, so cold and now he came back to apologize and immediately think that all will be fixed.

"Y/N..." You were pulled out of your thoughts by his call, you looked back at him with a glare. "I... love you. So so much." He stepped closer but this time, you raised your hand up and stopped him. "I wasn't ready, I was scared of what's gonna happen." Xiao added.

"I was scared too." Your eyes started to become glossy. "But I thought that you would be there." You looked up to him with your teary eyes, showing him your vulnerability once again. "I was wrong." You shook you head, his features softened and you notice the tears start to form in his eyes as well. "I shouldn't have expected too much. It's for the better we split up rather than stay in a relationship that will no longer contain love."

"If you're here for closure, Xiao. I can assure you that me and my baby will be just fine." You smiled despite the tear that managed to fall out of your eye.

He shook his head, quickly taking a hold of your hands and kneeling onto the floor. "Xiao, what are yo-"

"Please..." He brought your hands to his lips kissing them gently, you felt a few of his tears fall onto your hands. "Please forgive me. I'm truly sorry, my love." He was full on crying. You tried to take your hand back, but he didn't let you.

Still, the thought of you wanting to pull away from him made his heart ache. He didn't wanna let go of your hands. "I'm sorry about everything I said about our baby. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He kept repeating over and over. "I'm so stupid! I can just never treasure things that are important to me!" He felt frustrated of himself.

"Xiao, stop!" You demanded, pulling him back up to his feet. Once he looked at you, your heart clenched at the sight of his tear covered face, his hair messier than usual, his eyes held pain and regret.

"W-what exactly do you want?" You stuttered, rubbing your thumb along his knuckles. "D-do you want me to just forgive you... and then you'd walk away?"

He shook his head. "I-i want you." He whispered, coming closer, he hugged you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"I want our baby." He pulled away, kissing you forehead.

"I want my happiness." Then his kissed your nose.

"I want my family, my everything." He then kissed your lips, the feeling of his soft lips on yours felt refreshing, something you didn't know you missed due to all the other emotions inside you. You both pulled away to catch your breath.

"Please, let me have my family."

"Oh, Xiao..." You caressed his cheek, feeling the wet tears that had fallen from his amber eyes. "We're here, we're your family." You both looked down at your baby bump, both of you smilling.

One Hour Later

As you and Xiao cuddled on the couch together and silently whispered sweet words to one another, the door opened, your parents walking in and were shocked to see the Adeptus and you snuggling.

"Aha! I see that you're the one who broke my babygirl's heart!" Your father exclaimed, much to your surprise.

"Xiao was it. Now I don't care if you two already made up. I'm still gonna talk to you about how to properly treat my baby." You laughed when Xiao let go of you and sat up straight.

You were surprised that he didn't pull the 'no respect for the Adepti' card.

"Papaaaaa." You whined as your father led Xiao into the kitchen to talk.

Your mother sat beside you and looked at your face. "I see that you two have been crying." She caressed your cheek.

"I'm just really happy right now."

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gayenerd · 4 years ago

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Interview with Billie for the Kerrang Yearbook. Sounds like this took place around 2000-2001?

Hello Billie Joe. A bit pissed at the Kerrang Awards weren't you? "I was drinking with Papa Roach the night before. Everybody went to see The Cult in Brixton. All the American bands like Papa Roach and Queens Of The Stone Age were there. I felt terrible when I got out of bed to go to the Kerrang Awards." Who ended up worse off - you or Coby Dick? "Sometimes Coby can't even hold it together when he's sober! He's super-hyper all the time. You have to say, 'Coby, turn it off for 2 minutes - I'm in my bunk!' Then he'll turn it off and you can get into a decent conversation." You experienced some difficulty in getting off the stage after accepting your Kerrang Award. "Award's shows freak me out - I'm so scared shitless of those things so I end up doing stupid things. I never theought I'd ever win an award for playing music. Watching all our videos being shown up on the screen, I just looked at Mike and Tre and said. 'Does this mean we're old now?' I can be such a self-conscious freak. I just don't know how to be cool." What's the healthiest thing you've done this year? "I like to keep myself fit. I run, I skateboard, and i'll hit the weights every other day. You reach a certain age when you've gotta start looking out for yourself. I'm staring down the barrel of 30, you know? My dad really let himself fall to @#%$ and I don't want to end up like that. Theres a preconcieved idea about musicians and punk musicians in particular that we have to self-destruct, and I can't buy into that. I like to breathe. Like like it when my heart beats - Its a really cool thing." Have you cut down on your drinking recently? "When i'm on tour I drink all day long with the guys. There's nothing else to do. But i've been at homea while. There are many, many moods to Billie Joe. There's drunk me and theres not-drunk me." What have you learned about being a father during the past year? "You learn new things every day as your kids' characters and personalities are building. Joey is 6 now, he's not a baby at all, he's a little boy. And Jacob, who's 3, is a maniac. The one rule I have is that I never expose them to television." What have you learned about Tre and Mike this past year? "Wow (long pause). I learned that Mike is a Bob Dylan fan, which was kind of suprising. I'm not the biggest fan but I definately appreciate Bob Dylan. And Tre is becoming really fluent in Spanish. His wife is Nicaraguan." What color has your hair been this year? "I shaved my head when I got off the road. Its been black. I haven't really been changing it. When the boy groups started dyeing their hair, I had to stop." Any fashion tips you'd care to pass on to Kerrang readers? "I've been wearing the same pants since High School! Never been into the Versace thing." Best punk rock song you've heard this year? "Last Nite by The Strokes. They're not really a punk band, but those guys have a really cool outlook and a good sensibility about how they present themselves. All the rap rock metal bands have lost that rock'n'roll element, and i'm just a sucker for good rock'n'roll music." What song has been stuck in your head this year, even though you hate it? "Smooth Criminal by Alien Ant Farm. It was bad when Michael Jackson sang it, but it's even worse second time around! Y'know, I think Michael Jackson should join Slipknot. His face looks so bizarre now, its like he's wearing a mask." Are Slipknot still the scariest dudes in rock? "In about a year from now, if they're still as popular as they are now, they'll be as American as apple pie. That's sort of what happened to Marilyn Manson. When he came out he was really scary looking, like 'Jesus Christ! This guy is a maniac!' But now its, 'Oh, theres Marilyn, mowing the lawn, no big deal.' I like Manson, but it's funny how the most normal people end up being the most threatening, and the people who are scariest at first end up kinda normal. That's the dissapointing thing about shock value. Neil Young is more threatening than Slipknot just because he's smarter and has more of an opinion." How much fun did you have on tour in 2001? "It's really exciting at first because you're in different places every day, but after a while i'd rather be home. I get into really long conversations with my wife, I talk to my kids a lot, I'll write little notes and draw pictures for them and fax them to the house. Our sets are getting longer, sometimes we'll play up to three hours, and its because there is no rock'n'roll lifestyle for me other than that. I'm a devoted husband and a devoted father, and so all that decadent bullshit is not my thing. You start to wonder, 'Is this the life for me?' But then I get home and I dont know what the @#%$ to do with myself because i'm not playing music. People have looked at us and gone, 'Obviously these guys have no place to go after the gig because they're still on stage!'" Where were you on September 11? "I was on West Coast time, so it was really early in the morning for me. I saw the towers fall, and it felt like the world was gonna end. What amazes me is that Tony Blair is almost heading the coalition by himself! Does he realise what he's getting his country into? This is @#%$ serious! There's been a lot of shocking words used: the 'crusade against terrorism'. The las thing you say to someone from the Middle East is the word 'crusade'." After September 11, do you share America's renewed sense of patriotism? "No way. I can't really see myself as a patriot. I don't see what happened in New York as an act of war, it's an act of terrorism. Every country has had to deal with terrorism in some form, and this is the first time America has ever seen it and they dont know what to do, so everyone is clinging to these war slogans. All the flags is people's cars and homes - it just seems kind of gross to me." Has American learnt from the tragedy? "I hope some good stuff comes out of this. People have become so self-absorbed and dedicated to their careers. I'm not a person to wave a flag for family values or anything like that, but there comes a time when your relationships and your family is the most important thing, not whether you're making $100,000 every year. Thats what I hope comes out of it - that people realise the important things in life." Six Of The Best Best Friend: " Valium. Lots of plane flights, man. Valium only lasts four hours, so if you're on an 11 hour flight take two and a half." Best advice: "Put your head between your knees if you think you are gonna pass out." Best Ass: "Tre Cool. Not only because he has one, but because he is one." Personal Best: The pinnacle moment for me this year, musically, was playing Reading. It was a great show. There's so many bands nowadays who can't play live, but to actually do it and have people singing along and getting something sentimental out of it at the same time, thats rare, and we achieved that at Reading." Best Night Out: "The furst night I went out after september 11. I really went for it. American has these feelings of its days being numbered. It's like a country that has just got cancer, but the cancer's in remission. A lot of people are doing all the things they've always talked about doing. I hadn't partied really hard in a while, so that's what I did. I went to a couple of bars with Mike and Tre and our producer. We got loud and had a good time." Best Buy: " My cellphone. The ring tone is just a goofy tune. And it vibrates well in my pocket."

#article #articles #interview #billie joe armstrong #green day

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hanzimmer · 4 years ago

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powershift - kylo ren x reader

Summary: A bounty hunter gets tangled up with the First Order. She expects the worst, but with Kylo Ren, things are never as they seem.

Authors note: Okay so this is a re-edited version of my one and only one shot I wrote way back at the start of quarantine! Very small changes but they were bothering me so, lol. Please reblog/like and message me with feedback! 😊 ps: i have proof read but sorry if there are any errors!

Kylo Ren X Reader

Warnings: NSFW. 18+. Sexual tension, smut, female masturbation, voyeurism, use of a sex toy, orgasm denial. All the good stuff.

Word count: 4654

It’s difficult to pinpoint the exact reason Ren decided to keep you around – maybe he had plans for you, maybe you had an insignificant role to play in his destiny. Maybe he needed some company.

It started a few months ago, when the first order raided the village you were passing through.

Talk about wrong place, wrong time.

A bounty hunter was not an occupation that brought you a lot of pride. It made for temporary homes, temporary relationships and the constant need to pursue your next target. You tried to live by a code, but as the years went on the more you realized that people aren’t just pure good or evil - some had made explicit choices that led them down a certain path, some were just born into a life of chaos.

You remember when you first set your eyes on Kylo Ren. You remember the feeling that washed over your skin as his presence infiltrated your every sense and when you first heard his velvety voice, a stark contrast to the cold and unforgiving black mask he wore.

“Don’t kill this one, take her prisoner,” he communicated to the trooper.

Thank you?

You wake in a cold, metal cell. Relieved to find your normal attire was still on your body, sans any personal belongings and weapons. The four black walls keep you company as you wait for your inevitable punishment or worse, execution.

But it never comes.

Days pass, then weeks. Only having contact with the troopers for your meals and washroom privileges.

Then one day a voice rudely wakes you out of your slumber.

“Get up,’’ you stir in your sleep, squinting your eyes towards the slit of light that lit up your cell. “Proceed to the door with your hands in front of you.”

You move your body to put your boots on and do as commanded. Some mechanical noises later, the hefty door slides open. The troopers’ stark, white armour combined with the fluorescent light burns your eyes. When you finally open your eyes, the handcuffs are already placed upon your wrists by another guard.

“Where are you taking me?’’ you aren’t panicked.

If he wanted me dead, I would be.

Two arms grab your biceps as the guards guide you down many hallways and corridors, like a cow to a slaughterhouse.

God this is a maze, no wonder no one escapes The First fucking Order.

You finally come to a door. The guard to your right reaches over and presses some buttons on the control panel. You aren’t sure what to expect but it isn’t this. A bed in the middle of the well-sized room. Adorned with black, silk bed sheets and a simple comforter.

It was sizeably larger than the cell you called home over the past few weeks. An armoire to the left of the bed, made to look vintage with its intricate handles. An opening to your right indicates what you assume is the washroom. It was a simple yet practical room, your favourite part being the glass above your bed, allowing you to watch as endless space passes you by. You don’t even realize the guard had taken off your handcuffs until the door closes behind you.

Wait…is this my room? Is this… Kylo’s room?

Don’t be stupid y/n, you think the commander of the First order sleeps on a bloody double bed?

You push the thoughts aside and decide a long, private shower is well needed.

Your interactions with Kylo Ren are limited and mundane at first. He comes to your door periodically, asking about you and attempting to make small talk. Always curious, you listen with intent whenever he speaks. He has that quality about him, you were drawn to him. You always feel somewhat vulnerable under his gaze, the way he unapologetically scans your body while he has the luxury of hiding behind his mask. You desperately want to put a face to his smooth, polished voice.

Even those in The First Order aren’t immune to participating in some workplace gossip; it doesn’t take long for you to find out what had happened with Han Solo. A pang of concern rises in your body. For Kylo.

This guy kept you in a prison cell for weeks. He didn’t deserve your sympathy then, and he doesn’t deserve it now! Snap out of it.

You can’t help yourself. You’ve gotten to know him through the small conversations you had. And you knew about his complicated past.

That night was when you finally got a deeper look into Kylo Ren.

Impossibly, you don’t notice him when you first enter the room. Turning to sit on the foot of your bed, the light catches the silver planes of his mask. Sat at the armchair in the corner of your room, the air around him is tense. Well, more so than usual.

“Kylo, I-,” you start. Mentally cursing yourself for the pity than laced your voice.

“I don’t want your pity,” he interrupts.

Shit, all right.

What could you say? What did he expect you to say? What did he need you to say?

There’s a long silence.

You have to say something. That’s what you’re here for, right? To converse with him. No agenda.

You decide to tell him about yourself. About where you grew up, your family, your friends. Stupid moments and accomplishments from your childhood. Tales from your days of bounty hunting.

He asks a few questions along the way, sharing some small memories of his childhood with you. It goes on for hours. You could tell you had distracted him, even momentarily, from whatever was conspiring inside his mind. The conversation comes to a comfortable end. As he approaches your door, you can’t seem to control what you do next.

“Wait, Kylo!” you stand from your bed. He comes to a halt and throws a glance over his broad shoulder in your direction.

Oh god, please don’t kill me for this.

You set your eyes on his gloved left hand. You slowly reach for it, giving him ample time to flinch away from you, until you feel the smooth leather on your naked palm. There is a slight warmth as he gently closes his large hand, completely enveloping yours. Your body simultaneously feels as if it could melt into the ground and as tense as a pulled elastic.

“I’ll be here if you need to talk,” you give a gentle squeeze before starting to retract to your hand

In an instant, he spins around. Your balance faults as he pulls your hand higher to his chest. His right arm snakes around your waist in a vice grip, your breaths become shallow as your ribs struggle against the hold he has on your torso. You know at a moment’s notice he could crush your hand for overstepping your bounds or tighten his grip and permanently halt your breathing. It’s electrifying.

You’ve never been this close to him before, you could feel his black robes brush against your bare feet, you swear you can feel the warmth radiating from his body with the rise and fall of his chest. He towers over you, the top of your head barely reaching his chest, his broad shoulders acting as a barrier to anything behind him. You feel utterly trapped within Ren’s hold. Craning your head to meet his eyes, you are dissapointed to be only met with his indifferent, hostile black mask.

God, when will he take that stupid thing off?

He pulls you closer to him, the fingers splayed on your back tensing as he does so. You become hyperaware of your body and his. The space between you two slowly getting smaller.

And then he’s gone. He withdraws all contact, all at once. When you come to, you catch a glimpse of his black robes as the door slides closed in front of you.

It has been a few weeks since your last interaction. He comes to see you more sparsely now and keeps the conversations short and simple. Back to how you were. Meaningless small talk, your body cried out to be held by him again.

You think back to that night… truth be told you thought back to that night more times than you’d like to admit. It was the first time you felt any kind of meaningful connection with Kylo.

Hell, it was the first time you…felt Kylo.

You’ve been with your fair share of men, being on the road was lonely at times. You welcomed having someone to share a drink or a bed with, it was comforting slipping into a stranger’s warm embrace for the night. Temporary, nonchalant relationships. If you could even call them that.

But no man ever had you reaching for the wetness between your thighs every night like Kylo Ren did. No man ever had you biting your pillows at night to stifle your moans and whimpers as you fervently chased the familiar rush of pleasure. You felt betrayed by your body; every time you had a fleeting thought of him, of his scent, of the way his strong body towered over you, you were compelled to brush your hands against your core.

And you don’t even know what he looks like, good one!

You ache for the day you could feel his powerful frame against you, for the day he could bring you to that edge of pleasure. Repeatedly. You allow your mind to wonder about his mouth, his tongue, his capable hands, what lies between his strong, thick legs-

The familiar sound of your door closing rouses you out of your lewd daydream.

Oh god… why the fuck is he here? did he read my mind?

Fuck!!

Your body is ablaze. It isn’t obvious what you were about to do but you feel caught, you feel ambushed.

“Kylo?” you ask cautiously as you dare to glance up at him from your bed.

Silently, he reaches for the armchair at the corner of the bedroom and drags it across the floor until it sits directly in front of your bed. He settles into the chair; his long legs spread out as you fight every fibre of your being not to glance between his thighs.

“Kylo?” you repeated. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

He cocks his head to the side, and you notice the light reflect off the silver of that damned mask.

“Spread your legs for me,” he commands.

Okay so I’m dreaming. Because Kylo Ren, the commander of the First Order and master of mood swings didn’t just order me to spread my fucken legs. Right?!

Your mind spirals as you instinctively clench your thighs together.

“What? NO! Are you crazy?” you ask defensively. “You shouldn’t even bother trying to use your powers on me, Ren.”

“I’m not,” he answers almost immediately, his voice calm. “I don’t need to use my powers on you… do I y/n?”

Fucking hell, he knew. Somehow. Shit.

“I ask you again,” he continues. “Lay back against the headboard and spread your legs.”

You aren’t able to see his eyes, but you knew where they were aimed. You can feel his gaze piercing through your body.

You scoot your body back until you meet the hard wood of the headboard, you raise yourself up on your forearms. It felt as if your body was vibrating.

“Your legs, y/n,” he firmly reminds you for the third time. You want to do as he orders; you really do. Clearly you aren’t thinking rationally.

Maybe I can get something out of this too…

“No,” you respond. You try to square off your shoulders and jut your chin out to more convincingly stand your ground. “This isn’t a fair trade, Ren,” you further explain.

You watch as one of his hands clutch the arm of the chair more tightly.

“You know I can take whatever I want.” His voice was alarmingly levelled and composed.

“You expect me to open myself up to you like this… when I haven’t even seen your face?” you rationalize. “Take off the mask, Kylo.”

You could hear the deep breath he took as it reverberates off the inside of his mask.

God damn it y/n! Why did you say that!? He’s just going to fucken leave and you’ll be left to your own devices… again.

He reaches for his gloved hand and take off the leather glove. And then the other.

God, how badly I want those beautiful fingers inside of me…

He reaches up and grasps the mask with both hands. You hear a click as the mask separates into parts. He brings the mask over his head and finally looks up at you.

Fucking hell… he’s gorgeous.

You can’t think of the words to describe him. Your eyes bore into his dark eyes, framed by long, beautiful black lashes.

You’ve seen him command the First Order to destroy villages and whole planets, seen him kill innocents in cold blood.

How does he look so innocent?

Images of him looking up at you from between your thighs flash across your mind. You take him in fully. Eyes scanning down to his full, pink lips, making a note of all the freckles that adorn his skin. You want to feel those lips everywhere on your body; licking, biting, sucking.

His hair…

So much longer than you had initially anticipated. Stars, to be able to weave your hands through his soft, black waves. You imagine what sounds he might make if you accidentally happened to tug on his hair.

You aren’t aware of how long you’ve been gawking at him, until he interrupts your vulgar thoughts.

“A deal is a deal y/n,” he sounds cocky.

Without moving your gaze, you let your thighs fall apart. You watch his eyes fall to your simple cotton underwear.

“Hmm…” he says, pleased. “I guess you’re excited to see me.”

You know what he’s referring to, you could feel the wet patch on your underwear growing in response to him.

“Your hands… rub yourself through your underwear.” How he manages to keep his voice so calm, you don’t know.

You feel your hands at your hips, slowly descending to your underwear. You rest one hand on your inner thigh as the other travels over the soft texture of the cotton, until your fingers barely caress your clit.

How am I so sensitive? this is going to be a long night…

A breathy sigh escapes your lips, hoping it didn’t make it to Kylo’s ears. The slight upturn of the corner of his lip says otherwise.

“Keep going,” he guides you. His voice sounding as if it was right beside your ear.

You slide your hand down further and slowly bring your fingers back up, spreading the wetness over your clit, over your underwear. You let your eyes fall close as you apply slight pressure, ready to get lost in that familiar high.

“Stop,” your eyes snap open.

No, Kylo…

“Glide your hands over your stomach… and your breasts,” you notice how his eyes have brightened.

You do as he says. The soft fabric of your shirt bunches up as you painstakingly drag your palms over your stomach. Goosebumps raising on your lower stomach as the skin is exposed to the cool air. Your hands travel to your sides, using your nails to apply gentle pressure to the skin as a chill travels down your spine. You bypass your breasts, deciding to slide your palms down your sternum to your stomach. Fingers hook onto the waistband of your underwear; you pull slightly, and the silence of the room is broken as the elastic slaps back against your skin. You roll your hips slowly, using a single finger to draw patterns on your skin as you slowly approach your breasts. Thighs rubbing together, you draw circles over your soft nipples. Looking back at Kylo as they come to attention underneath the flimsy garment.

He swallows, eyes completely trained on your writhing body in front of him.

You crane your neck and move it to the side while slowly allowing your eyes to close. Your hands naturally find their way to your breasts, squeezing roughly, as he would. You massage them, whimpers escaping your mouth as your back arches off the sheets beneath you.

“Squeeze your nipples y/n,” you’re pleased that he doesn’t sound completely unfazed by your little show.

You pinch your nipples roughly and pull, letting them spring back, more erect than before.

Let’s take some creative liberties…

One hand remains at your breast, toying with your nipples. While the other slowly travels downs your torso, coming to rest just above your clit.

“May I?” you ask with a soft voice, feigning innocence.

He simply nods as shifts in the chair.

You begin to rub tight circles around your clit, and you feel the waves of pleasure starting to rock through your body. Your movements become quicker as your eyes screw shut and your mouth falls open.

“Oh god… yes,” you breathe out, unable to keep quiet.

Hips bucking in sync with your fingers, your mind races as your body chases the high.

So close…

“Stop,” he interrupts. You had half a mind to just keep going, but you wanted to play his game. You pry your hands away as frustration clearly shows on your face.

He chuckles lowly, “don’t worry, I’ll get you there soon enough.”

You watch him as his hands rest suspiciously close to his member, you look up at him. Daring him to join you.

He waits a few moments, and you feel the waves of pleasure ebb away in your body.

“Again,” he orders. “Just like before… caress your body.”

Why is he doing this?!

You huff as your hands move down to your thighs this time, hands running over the goose bumps raised on your smooth flesh. Slowly moving up…

You don’t know how long it’s been. You don’t know how many times he’s brought you to the edge only to roughly tear you back from it. You’re dripping, the wet patch of your underwear dripping down into the sheets underneath you. You feel it rubbing against your folds, slick and ready. Not for your fingers, for the man sitting in front of you. For the man palming his growing erection through his pants.

“Good girl…,” You don’t know how much more you can take. “Again.”

How long was he planning on doing this? Is he ever actually going to let me cum?!

You feel as if you have no strength in your body, your body ready to melt into the sheets.

No y/n… you must play his game. Let him know he isn’t the one with all the power.

You cease the movement of your hands. Digging your palms into the mattress, you lift yourself up into a sitting position, realizing your back is slick with sweat. You breathe hard as tendrils of your hair stick to your forehead.

“Enough,” you strain. You revel in the confused expression plastered over his pronounced features. “You’re not the only one with power here, Kylo.”

You ungraciously throw your legs over the side of the bed and stand up on shaky legs. You sway your hips and saunter over to him. The apex of your thighs coated in your wetness. You want to so badly straddle his muscular legs, to feel him inside of you, hear his groans against your ear as he loses control.

No… you can’t let him win.

You place yourself in the space between your bed and him. He looks up at you; waiting, aroused, excited. You notice that the bulge in his trousers is more pronounced at this closer view. You turn sharply on your heels, so that your back is turned to him.

You take a deep breath in and hook your shaky fingers to the waistband of your underwear and peel them down your legs, making sure to keep your legs straight and back arched. Your shirt rides up to give him a perfect view of what he will be missing. The underwear pools at your bare feet. You step out of it, reaching to hook it onto your index finger.

You wish you could take a picture of him when you turned around. Brows furrowed, mouth agape, eyes trained on your dripping core. He could smell your scent too, you certainly could.

You hold the black fabric in front of his face as he finally peels his eyes way from your core. You raise an eyebrow, expectantly.

He brings a hand to lightly grasp the wet piece of cotton.

“Think of this as a souvenir, Ren.” You cheer in your head at your victory. You make your way to the armoire at the side of the bed.

You swing the doors open as you dig through the drawer looking for…

Perfect… time to give him a taste of his own medicine.

You grab what you need and close the doors, making your way back to the bed. You’re glad to see he’s still in his position, body locked into place.

You resume your position; your forearms holding you up, legs spread as your wetness shines in the light, his view now unobstructed. You knew that even if he wanted to, he couldn’t leave.

You bring up the object and examine it. His eyes dart to your hands, realizing what you were about to do.

You bring the toy to your mouth. He hungrily licks his lips as you give a coy smile. You start to kiss the head of it, and move down to the shaft, flattening your tongue and licking a stripe along the underside. All the while keeping your eyes trained on Kylo’s face, he looks hypnotized by your actions. You make sure the toy is wet enough, not like it mattered.

You lay back, propping yourself up on one elbow to make sure he could watch your face as you took yourself over the edge, finally. You slide the toys head along your folds, using it to part them open. You watch his eyes as you push the toy slowly inside of you, a moan catches in your throat. Your walls stretch as you enter it further into your core until it sits snug inside of you. You circle the toy inside of you, to make sure Kylo gets an excellent look at the juices coating the silicone toy.

You start to move it in and out, faster than you would have liked to, but you’ve waited long enough. The pressure starts to build quickly, within minutes.

“Oh… Kylo,” his eyes are wild, clearly regretting the games he played prior. “Faster… please Kylo.”

You fall back on the bed as you thrust the toy at an increasing pace, the pain of it budging against your cervix the perfect counterpart to the immense pleasure you feel building in your body.

“Ahh! Yes... Please don’t stop…,” nonsense pours from your lips as your mind numbs. “Keep going… please.”

“Y/N…,” he sounds almost encouraging.

Hips bucking wildly, your free hand comes to your breast, squeezing and massaging as roughly as you could. As roughly as he would.

Just a few more…

You pace is unrelenting, eagerly chasing the high.

You feel a slight scream leave your lips as it finally washes over you… after hours of torture at Kylo’s hand.

You turn your head and bite the pillow as you keep thrusting the toy inside of you, wanting to ride out your high for as long as possible.

You finally slow the movements of your hands. Your sex feeling swollen and well fucked. You bask in the aftershocks as your body comes down, shaking and spasming slightly. You try to close your thighs as you bring up your hand to your face, wiping the sweat from your brow.

As you struggle to hold yourself up on your elbows, you share a long look with Kylo. His jaw tight, knuckles white from clenching the arm of the chair while he roughly continues to palm his growing bulge through his trousers. You bring your eyes down to your core as you slowly retract the toy.

Holy shit…

Covered in your wetness and white, slick liquid. You have an ounce of shyness before you push it aside. You use every bit of strength you can muster to push yourself up from the bed. You walk over to him, with the toy in hand. No strength left in your body to be graceful.

“Would you like a taste, Kylo?” He looks up at you with those big dark eyes, black curls framing his features, as his plump lips part slightly.

“Yes,” the softest you’ve ever heard him speak.

You gather some of the wetness on your thumb and bring it to his awaiting lips, he cradles your wrist as he wraps his lips around your thumb. You feel his warm tongue snake around your digit, licking up all you had to offer. Releasing your clean thumb with a pop, you outline his lips with a feather light touch. How badly you want to feel those lips on yours, moving together perfectly.

You give him one last look and left for the washroom.

****

You wash and sanitize the toy as well as your sweat slick body. You allow your muscles to relax in the steam. Smiling, you re-live what it felt like to have Kylo’s lips wrapped around your finger.

You walk out of the washroom, perfectly content and ready to fall into a deep slumber and deal with the consequences of your little show later.

“How do you feel y/n?” His voice breaks somewhat startles you.

“Oh… I thought you had left,” you stuttered. What was he still doing here? “I feel…satiated.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

No thanks to you, Kylo.

You proceed with your normal routine, as you walk past him to the armoire and reach for the lavender lotion. You prop your leg up on the bed and lather your legs in the sweet-smelling lotion.

“Need some help?” It wasn’t a question as he’s already walking over to you. You notice he had taken off his cloak and robe, leaving him only in his black trousers and simple shirt. You were wrong when you thought he was well built before.

He stands behind you and reaches for the tub of lotion from you.

He harshly tugs the towel away; you stand completely naked in front of him as you feel your body heat up.

Wordlessly, he slathers the lotion on his hands, and you feel his large hands at your hips. You look forward, unable to move or say anything. So eager to feel his hands before, and now your body overwhelmed with the sensation. He squeezes your hips roughly, giving your ass light smack before moving up your back. You could feel his hot breath fanning over your shoulder as he had lowered his head to your ear.

“You disobeyed my orders, girl.”

Fuck.

His hands snake around your ribs and hold your breasts, instinctively you lean back into his chest. Giving them a rough squeeze, he twists your nipples, calling them to attention. You whimper as the skin starts to bruise.

His hands travel down your arms, gently grazing your skin. You were too distracted by his touches to notice him wrapping his hands tightly against your wrists. He pulls them behind you and pushes them into your back, forcing your chest forward and pushing your breasts forward. Your knees hit the bed and soon after you fall onto the bed. Kylo repositions you with your hands still held behind your back, so that your face was pressed against the still damp sheets. Your ass high in the air, to do with as he pleased.

“When you disobey my orders,” he whispers in your ear as your entire body trembles with anticipation. “You get punished.”

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flamingo-writes · 5 years ago

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Same Cloth — Satori Tendou x Reader

Summary: The friendship everyone saw coming. And the unlikely romance that came after. You were the two weirdos from your respective years. The freshman weirdo, and the second year weirdo. It only made sense. The romance, however, definitely took everyone by surprise, even though it was obvious to you, given that you two were two birds of a feather.

"You and I are cut from the same cloth" Satori Tendou had said almost immediately after properly meeting you.

Posted: 05.10.2020

A/N: So, I was finally able to write this. It def took me a long while. This was inspired by a fic written by @laceymorganwrites. Also, I intended to keep this shorter, but after word-vomiting the conversations and events written with minimum detailed turned out to be almost 2K words, I knew it’d end up being 5K after adding details and everything...

Word Count: 5.1 K

Warnings: None

The school's journal didn't particularly excite you. Journaling wasn't your thing. Writing wasn't your thing. Interacting with people wasn't your thing either. But you needed to join a club. And you did have a talent with cameras. So, you joined the journalism club as the photographer in your first year at Shiratorizawa.

"So, [Name]-chan" Your boss called you once she saw you walk inside the classroom you usually used after class. "I know it's your first year, and that it's hardly been a few months, but, we finally have some big story to cover"

A girl from third year, named Makoto, was the director of the journal and pretty much everyone's boss. She was usually in charge of what stories you covered and she reviewed the final drafts. Everything related to the final draft was her territory, she gave the final green light to everything before publishing the paper.

"I'm not in the writing team…" You reminded her, feeling already uncomfortable by her loud friendly aura.

"Oh, I know that" She giggled. "Sorry if I wasn't clear, but I was going to ask you if I could get some pictures." Makoto by this point knew you weren’t particularly good with figurative speech.

"Alright. About what?"

"The Volleyball tournament will begin soon, the local one at least. Then we'll have the spring tournament. Anyways, I'm pretty sure you know by now how big of a deal Volleyball is to this school" She began explaining as you felt the attack from her eye contact, as you avoided actually locking stares with her, as if you were a prey being watched by the predator.

"I've noticed, but I don't know why" You hissed.

"The team is great” She said “You should go and see one of their games"

"I don't like sports" Flatly, your voice made Makoto pout, sightly dissapointed by your lack of excitement.

"Anyways, [Name]. Could you get some pictures of the team, please?"

Her wide eyes looking at you, begging. And it wasn’t much you could say. She was your boss. You sighed deeply, thinking about how you’d had to pull through, maybe feel unpleasant and uncomfortable watching them play. But the sooner you had the job done, the better, right?

"Yup" You sighed, as Makoto’s smile took over and she thanked you dearly, knowing you weren’t particularly excited by this.

♤

The next day you’’d begged your best friend over and over again to come with you to the Volleyball Court. Normally, you could pull off any photography job by yourself, but this was a whole different story. The awkwardness biting your neck and tensing your back like a cold shiver freezing your spine.

"Can you believe I've never been here?" You muttered standing outside the court.

"Well, you're not one to play sports, so, understandable!" Your best friend said trying to stay cheerful so you’d relax, however, all attempts to make you feel at ease were useless.

Your best friend agreed to go with you to the volleyball court during training hours to take the pictures. A little bit of moral support was all you needed. Even when your best friend thought she wasn’t doing anything for your nerves, her presence alone gave you the strength to step inside the hell with a never ending rain of volleyballs.

Your boss was supposed to meet up with you outside. She was a third year student and knew the team pretty well. Shiratorizawa’s volleyball team was a constant guess, and the leader of the Newspaper of course had to know each and everyone of the team members.

With your feet glued to the ground, and your breath suddenly missing, you could hardly move. Makoto, quite passive-aggressively pushed you inside, as you reluctantly put one feet in front of the other while biting your tongue. Stiff like a corpse, made you wish you had entered the chess club instead.

"You really don't like sports, do ya?" Makoto sighed with a gentle chuckle, trying to soothe your nerves as well.

"She's got very bad luck with sports. She always gets hit in the face" your best friend said holding your hand as you immediately squeezed back her hand. Your friend trying to keep a straight face, pretending like you were not about to break her fingers.

"It's gonna be alright, [Name]-chan" your friend said giving you a threatening look that made you realize you were squeezing the life out of her hand, and you had managed to loosen your grip a little bit.

"Why are we here again, Makoto-senpai?" You murmured, feeling your entire body sweat cold.

"We need pictures!" Makoto said proudly as she stepped inside the gym.

Menacingly, volleyballs flew everywhere. You were convinced that they’d break their trajectory to fly in your direction and hit you instead. Your head got light, and your eyes hurt from the white lights. Feeling terribly exposed and blinded, you were definitely an easy target now.

"Guys! Could you please give me your attention for a few minutes!" Makoto yelled, waving one of her arms, catching everyone's attention.

"Is she allowed to interrupt them just like that?" You asked your best friend as she shrugged as confused as you were.

Several, very tall and intimidating guys suddenly surrounded you like flies in a dumpster. You felt your anxiety closing in round you as these boys circled, leaving you and Makto in the middle, ready to hear whatever the Head of the School’ Paper had to say.

"Ah, Makoto-senpai!" A tall redhead guy said in a dreamy tone. "Want an interview with the school's titans, is that it?"

"Not, quite. We're covering the tournament in the school paper, and we wanted some pictures. So, I brought my photographer" Makoto said, turning around and looking at you.

All the set of eyes were now on you. Very much to your pet peeve of being constantly stared at. Boy, this was horrible. All the guys, standing as tall as buildings, with drilling eyes, the bright lights, the anxiety. It was all awful, and you wished you could just blink and be in your room, as if ll of this was just a nightmare.

But it didn’t matter how many times you blinked, you were still there. Time seemed to slow down significantly. Still stiff, you waved your hand painfully awkwardly as Makoto grabbed your arm and pulled you with her.

"Everyone, meet, [Full Name]. Please be nice, she's like a cat. Also, please be gentle with how you train, she's got bad luck and always gets hit in the face whenever wherever she tries to play sports” Makoto said, quoting what your best friend had told her before walking inside.

"Do you not trust us?" A blond guy with a fierce stare said. "We're amazing players, we won't let her get hit by a volleyball"

"Oi, oi, Semi. Relax" said the redhead with spiky hair. "Don't worry, Makoto-senpai, your photographer will be in good hands~"

"Thank you, Satori-kun. I know she'll be safe, just don't scare her '' Makoto laughed awkwardly as she gave you one last stare, almost if she was asking ‘are you gonna be alright?’ to which you simply gave her a poker face, not even sure if you were going to be alright.

"Makoto-senpai said you're scary, Tendo" another tall guy with darker skin and dark hair said patting the thin redhead in the shoulder.

"Oh, my, my. I'm sorry" Tendo said grinning as you noticed he didn’t deny what his teammate had said.

"I didn't say anything!" Makoto giggled shyly.

"The second years are very chatty, aren't you guys?" A rather intimidating guy said. "I'm sorry, I'm the captain of the team. Feel free to stay and take as many pictures as you'd like" The guy said bowing politely as you felt even more awkward by such a polite gesture in such a hostile place.

"Tha-thanks…" you said

“She speaks!” Satori said.

Everyone could sense the tension surrounding you. Almost as if you were a tiny bomb yourself. However, the entire team felt slightly curious by what could have you so tense. Finally, the captain took away the focus from you by talking loudly.

"Ushijima! Let’s take it from where we left!” The captain said cheerfully as another rather intimidating second year walked back to the court.

“Will you be okay if I leave you here? I still gotta check some stuff back in the classroom” Makoto said in a gentle voice.

You opened our mouth ready to answer when another, more cheerful voice, took over.

“Don’t worry, Makoto-chan! We’ll take good care of your photographer” Said Satori ruffling your hair in a friendly manner as you tensed up, thinking why on earth a stranger would do such a thing to you.

“Thank you!. Take lots of pictures, [Name]!” Makoto said walking out of the gym, waving at you.

Your best friend exchanged stares with you, as you realized you’d been keeping your breath for the last several seconds. You sighed loudly, trying to focus on your camera, hanging from your shoulder.

“Don't worry,, we’re good at what we do,” Satori said, walking in front of you “We won't let any volleyballs fly your way. And if they do, I’ll stop them” He said grinning in a rather creepy way as you simply stared at him “You’re not very talkative, are you, kitty?”

“Makoto did mention that. She is like a cat. She’ll take a while to open up” Your best friend giggled trying to lighten up the tension.

“Well, if you girls need something, feel free to ask” He said politely, walking back inside the court “So, make sure you make us look cool as hell in those pictures, kitty”

Leaving aside your crippling fear of being hit, you found yourself in a complete state of lack of inspiration. Despite the explosive dynamic the team had, there was something that just wasn't there. It was hard to explain, even to yourself.

Yes, the team was there. They were training. You could tell they were really trying by the shiny layer of sweat all of the guys had. The determination in their eyes. But something was off. Something that somehow was blocking your creative eye. The need to pull your camera to your eye did not exist. An urgency to capture a moment wasn't there.

“So, how are the photos going?” Makoto made an appearance out of nowhere, gently patting your shoulder.

Without looking away from the most intimidating guy of all, a guy by the name of Wakatoshi Ushijima, you answered.

“Terrible" Your gaze moved back to your camera, looking at probably the most decent picture you'd taken so far. "I can’t work like this”

The picture was Wakatoshi's; caught in the middle of his jump, his left hand raised tall and strong ready to hit the ball.

“What the hell does that mean?” The blond, Semi, growled.

“I’m not feeling this, you know?” You answered in a low voice.

“I’m not following you” Makoto peeked over your shoulder, looking at the picture.

“I’m not excited. How am I supposed to take exciting pictures if I’m not excited myself?”

“Are you saying our training is boring?” The blond growled once more.

“Oi, oi, Semi-kun!" Satori said, holding his friend by the shoulder. "I think what Kitty is trying to say is that there’s not enough competitive atmosphere to properly take pictures, isn’t that it?”

There was something terribly familiar about you, thought Tendou. Maybe the fact that your analyzing stare somehow reminded him of Ushijima. Your monotonous tone, and the way you seemed to struggle to put your thoughts into comprehensible words. He was able to.understand what you were trying to say thanks to his friendship with Ushijima.

You simply shrugged, not quite agreeing with him, nor denying it. Truth was, you were not sure what was wrong, but Satori's words seemed like a pretty good guess.

“She needs to feel excited, and as long as we train with each other, she won’t feel it" Satori continued "She needs to go to one of our matches against other schools. Not friendly matches, an actual one with us wearing our white and pink shirts and the school screaming at the top of their lungs"

“That’s actually a pretty good idea" Said the captain "Are you free next Wednesday after class?”

“I don’t know. Am I?” You looked at Makoto who raised an eyebrow at you.

“I-I’m not your mother” Makoto saod awkwardly.

“You are my boss, if I’m not going to make it to the club I have to let you know so...”

“oh, that's what you mean" Your boss sighed "We still have a week and a half for the deadline, so yeah, you can go”

You looked back at the Volleyball team as all of them nodded instinctively.

“Ah, just you wait, Kitty cat, you’re going to be on the edge of your seat watching us play” Satori Tendou said patting you in the head gently.

You could feel your best friend staring at you, somewhat of excitement in her eyes. You nodded at the redhead, seriously doubting what he was saying. Still somewhat stiff by the whole hour of nerve wracking stress, you spun in your toes and left right away.

Satori watched you leave, a small proud smile on his face. Something about you intrigued him, and your shy nature sure as hell amused him. You were, in fact, like a kitten. Scared of loud noises and over all shy, but still observing and analyzing like cats usually are.

"Someone liked the new photographer” Semi teased staring at Satori, as the latter sighed dreamily.

“Yes, I did,” He said proudly. “And how could I not? Are you gonna tell me she isn’t cute?” Satori looked back at Semi who didn’t answer, and instead looked away, defeated. “Yeah, I thought so”

Your best friend followed close behind, and once you made it out the gym, she leaned closer to your ear.

“I think Satori-senpai liked you” Breaking you apart from your train of thought, you looked at her, trying to keep the blush from telling on you.

“I didn’t notice…” You lied “He’s weird” You tried to somehow defend yourself, and make it look like you weren’t at all interested in the tall redhead. Your best friend giggled in response. “What?”

“It's funny that you say that, you’re not precisely the definition of normal” Your friend laughed.

♤

On Wednesday after class, you met the volleyball team at the entrance of the school. The school bus was waiting for everyone to gather before leaving.the team greeted you with polite smiles.

The only ones who greeted you properly were Satori Tendo and Ushijima Wakatoshi. The pair greeted you as if you weren't seeing each other for the second time ever. The redhead asked you about your day and your classes as his friend limited himself to wave at you silently and ask how were you today.

“So, Kitty, excited to watch us play?” Satori said as the team started getting inside the bus.

“I guess” You said as Tendo allowed you to get inside first and followed you, taking the seat next to yours.

“Oh, come on. Loosen up!" He gave you a friendly pat in the shoulder "I can see you’re tense. There’s nothing to worry about. I won’t let any volleyballs hit you while you’re wandering around taking pictures. Issa promise” He said sticking his pinky finger at you as you looked at his hand and then at him. “C’mon, give me your pinky!” You met his stare, exchanging stares for the first time with his penetrating glare. You did as he asked and he locked his pinky with yours.“The pact has been sealed” He answered dramatically.

Ushijima took the seat in front of yours and as Satori leaned forward, saying something to his friend, you sighed deeply looking out the window, holding your camera close to your chest.

“You know, Kitty..." Satori continued leaning back into his seat "you and I are cut from the same cloth”

You didn't hear him at first. His voice took a while to be processed in your brain.

“Yeah?” You asked still looking out the window

“You and I are not like the rest. We’re both quite similar” At this, you turned around, scanning the guy, not sure you understood what he meant.

“Yeah...I don’t think so”

“Of course not" He answered "I’m extroverted, you’re not. But that doesn’t mean we’re different. You seem distracted most of the time, but I know you’re constantly observing each and every one of our moves" You looked back into the window, feeling uncomfortable by his piercing eyes on you "I bet you already know how volleyball works from just seeing us train, don’t you?"

He was good if he noticed you analyzing their training while still training hard himself. Trying to put your thoughts in orders, you took a while to talk back.

“I know you guys touch the ball maximum three times before sending it to the other side. The second player to touch the ball usually sends it to the hitter, I think they are called setters?”

Satori smiled pleased with what he had heard, especially because his guess about you was right.

“What a clever kitty we have here” He answered.

“Your reaction time is outstanding" You continued. "I don't know if your thought train is that fast, or you run just in intuition l, maybe it's both. I really am impressed by how quick you react" You said looking at him briefly before looking away once more.

“Thank you" Satori smiled “Also, you’re not so bad yourself. Little Kitty Cat turned out to have Sherlock-like observation skills, nice” He could tell you were avoiding meeting his stare, but he didn't mind. He scanned your face, now relaxed compared to.when you met outside the school a few minutes earlier ”Ah, I can smell a nice friendship about to bloom, here” He sighed before hoping off his seat and sitting next to Wakatoshi.

Once at the game, it was euphoric the amount of intense competitive atmosphere going on during the match. The school singing and cheering. Loud enough to make you get a headache barely 10 minutes after the match began. However, you came prepared with your earbuds.

Putting them in, you started playing music to help you with your nerves brought by the overstimulation. The yelling, the bright lights, and the constant fear of being hit with a volleyball while moving around the cort while taking photos.

Normally, people weren’t allowed to be wandering around, but being Shiratorizawa, and thanks to the coach’s big influence, you were allowed to move around taking photos, as long as you didn't distract any of the teams. Something you managed to do perfectly, being unnoticed by everyone throughout the match.

Once in the bus ride back to the school, you sat at the back, and scrolled through the camera roll to see all the pictures you’ve taken, and plan which one you’d use and how you were going to edit them.

Satori constantly looked back at you from his seat, feeling curious by your big focus swallowed entirely by your camera. After Ushijima had encouraged him to go with you, Satori chuckled sarcastically before doing as his friend did and walked towards you.

“Kitty-chan, nya!” Satori Tendou said sitting next to you, breaking you apart from your trance “Mind if I sit here for a while?” You shook your head silently looking back at your camera. “What did you think of the game?”

“It was exactly what I needed for the pictures” You said in a low voice.

“Mind if I peek?” His question took you by surprise. The idea of someone freely looking through your camera roll made you nervous. However, something was urging you to trust him. You sighed, hesitant at first. You handed him your camera as he proceeded to look at the pictures.

You’d taken a lot of them, from all of the players, even the coach sitting on the bench with his ever present analyzing stare. Satori indulged himself, counting how many pictures you’d taken of each player just for his own amusement.. However, he felt flattered when he noticed he was the second player with the most photos after Usijima. Being the second with the most photos taken of him after the team’s ace player was just a weird compliment. And probably something you didn’t do on purpose. Or, did you? He thought.

Seeing his fare share of cool pictures flattered him.

“You guys are amazing” You broke the silence, surprising Tendou as he looked up from the camera.

You were usually so quiet and limited yourself to answer whatever questions were addressed towards you. And now, you were actually starting a conversation. On top of that, Tendou felt his cheeks blush gently upon seeing a small shy smile on your face. It was the first time he’d seen you smile, and boy, he felt strangely flattered for a second time.

“You’re welcome to see us play every game, Kitty. In fact, you could be our personal paparazzo” Satori joked, returning the flirty smile.

♤

A few weeks had passed. The Volleyball team were really excited for their pictures. After editing them and sending each of them their respective photos, all of them lost their heads and immediately flooded their social media with them.

This gesture alone made you somehow popular among the school. Everyone in the team greeted you, talked to you and personally invited you to their games. It was weird how a single event, which was a responsibility, triggered the friendship.

Especially with Satori who constantly looked for you in between classes or during lunch break to drag you along to hang out with him and Wakatoshi.

This time, however, it wasn't Satori who poked his head inside your classroom. As you talked with your best friend, she saw Ushijima's face looking for you. She immediately changed the topic, letting you know Ushijima was looking for you.

Turning around, and making eye contact with him, he signaled with his hand, calling you. You nodded and excused yourself from your small group of friends and walked towards the door.

“[Name], may I have a word?” Ushijima said even before you could ask anything.

"Ye-yeah, sure” You nodded, nervous because, well, Ushijima wasn't a very talkative guy.

You followed him down the hall a few meters away from your classroom, towards a more.open space with less people around.

“Look," He said, stopping by the staircase and looking at you "You’re probably aware of this by now, but Satori likes you, and that's the first time I see him like that since I met him. Be nice with him. If you’re not interested in him, let him now before his feelings for you get out of his hand” His voice wasn't particularly threatening, but he sounded more serious than he usually was.

Something inside you made you feel butterflies in your stomach, maybe the fact that Ushijima pointed out what you already knew. Satori liked you. You knew this, but hearing it out loud felt...nice.

“Ushijima senpai, I really appreciate that you care so much for Tendo-kun" You began, the anxiety building up.in your stomach as you gathered the strength to put your thoughts into words "But you don't have to worry, I wont hurt him. In fact, I really like him too… And, it may sound dumb…" You chuckled awkwardly "But it’s the first time I like someone who likes me back, so, I’m not sure how to proceed from here on...I'm improvising along the way, and so far it has worked…" Ushijima chuckled this time, thinking how Satori had actually said something quite similar. "Tendo-kun always says we’re cut from the same cloth, so, I wanna believe I know how to handle him to not hurt him"

A gentle smile was drawn on Ushijima's facem something you didn't see as often. But it was somehow comforting.

“I’m glad to hear” He said turning around towards the stairs, ready to go back to his classroom. "Thanks, [Name]-san"

“Ushijima-senpai?” You said before he walked away.

“Yes, [Name]?”

“Please don’t tell Tendo that I told you that I like him back” You asked nervously looking at your fingers.

“I’m sorry, [Name], but I can’t promise that. I won't tell him. But if he asks me, I won't deny it. Besides, I'm pretty sure he knows by now" Ushijima said looking up the stairs and noticing his friend walking along the hall, looking for him.

Ushijima gave you one last smile before joining Satori in the next floor as his friend asked him where had he'd gone.

♤

The next two months you lived with a crippling anxiety that popped up whenever you saw Watakoshi and Satori together. However, Satori never showed a sudden change of attitude towards you. But that didn't mean Wakatoshi hadn't told him.

One thing had changed, with each day, Satori opened up more and more. He looked for excuses to spend time with you. You even went on coffee dates with him and both of you worked on your respective homework.

Very subtle, little by little, you fell harder and harder for him. And so he did. To the point where people weren't sure if you were dating or not. Including you among these people.

Where your relationship or friendship stood, wasn't clear. At least not until that date. The very first non-coffee-and-homework date you had.

He'd taken you to the aquarium. At first you thought it was a rather random place for a date. At least until you noticed how quiet he was. The usual talkative Satori Tendou now walked slowly, silently. Very much like a cat, fascinated by the fish

You realized that was why he'd chosen the aquarium. And you knew this from his behavior alone. He didn't speak much, and he paced slowly, stopped at every tank and attentively watched at the fish. And it felt weirdly intimate. You were seeing a side of Tendou you didn't see at school. And you weren't sure if other people knew of. Probably Ushijima.

His talkative loud demeanor was gone, replaced by a quiet wandering shadow. And you took advantage of this to take a lot of incredible pictures of him. The blue lighting and the dim lights worked magic combined with your skills in photography. You captured the beauty of absolute calmness shining from his eyes. The eyes that usually shone with a chaotic fire now looked calm. The calm before the storm reflected in his eyes in blue and greens.

"How come you haven't grown tired of taking pictures of me?" He said as his eyes followed the marlin fish swimming in front of him.

"Because your eyes shine in a way I've never seen before. Its nice..." You said, drawing a small, yet confident smile in Satori's face. "And I want to capture them as much as I can"

"[Name]-chan, can I ask you something?" He whispered walking closer to you.

You looked up at him, curious. And then you saw yet another perfect frame to take a picture. However, your curiosity was stronger and you refrained from stopping him to take the picture.

"Sure" You answered, noticing how he'd stopped within a single step away from you.

You looked up at him, he was tall. His slim complexion made him look even taller. His eyes, somewhat tender and gentler met yours. Your intuition screaming at you, suddenly making you blush and your heart race.

"Why do you like me so much?" He asked bluntly as one of his hands reached your face and softly brushed your hair with his fingers.

"Did Wakatoshi tell you?" You stuttered.

"Wakatoshi knows?"

"I-I asked him not to tell you"

"So that's why…" He whispered "Normally he tells me everything...you haven't answered my question, Kitty" He looked at you as you shyly shook your head

"I'm not sure" You began, as your heart raced at an amazing speed you didn't know was possible.

"I just know my heart races, and my gut twist in funny ways whenever I see you, or even think of you" You continued "There's something special about you and I can't pinpoint what. And I don't want to know either. You're the kind of mystery that should stay unsolved"

Satori smiled, quite satisfied with his answer.

"Such a weird kitty" he murmured leaning closer to you, pressing his forehead against yours, and closing his eyes.

"Yeah" You breathed as Satori took deep breaths, getting drunk on your sweet smell. A sweet smell he could never grow tired of. A smell he'd love to smell every day close to him.

Desperate, with the anxiety twisting your gits more and more with every second, you stood up.on your toes, closing the distance between your faces, and pressing a shy kiss on his lips.

At once, he cupped your face, holding you there, as he kissed you back. Lips clumsily locking, exploring each other for the first time. A sweet kiss, the both of you had been craving so desperately finally bringing closure to the questions about the two of you dating.

God, what a kiss. Stealing your breath, making your head feel light, thinking how you could easily become addicted to him.

Finally, Satori slowly broke the kiss. Pressing a delicate kiss on the tip of your nose, and another one on your forehead before pressing his cheek against it. As you tried to catch your breath, Satori returned to look at the fish swimming calmly in the tank.

"Can you hear them?" Satori whispered as you followed his stare.

"Who?"

"The fish" He answered as if it was obvious who he was talking about. You looked at him and smiled before looking back at the fish bank swimming in hypnotizing shapes.

"What are they saying?" You said playing along.

"You don't talk fish?" Satori joked looking at you crack a soft laugh.

"I'm sorry, I don't talk fish" You answered with a small cheeky smile on your lips.

"You're beautiful" He whispered.

Looking back at him, you noticed he was scanning your face. A subtle smile drawn on his face as he continued to admire you. One if his long thin hands cupped your cheek. He felt his heart melt as you gave into his touch and snuggled your face in his hand. He leaned closer, pressing another kiss on your lips. You stopped breathing for a second before you gasped against his lips in surprise and wrapped your arms around his chest squeezing him m gently against you.

#satori tendo x reader #satori tendou #satori tendō #tendo satori #haikyuu!!#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!! imagines #haikyuu x reader

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lovingoneweisalifestyle · 4 years ago

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Surprise Visit

A/N: This took a bit long to write, sorry 😬 I hope you enjoy it! It got shorter near the end bc i ran out of ideas 😅 Enjoy!

Yonghoon:

It has only been a week since you left for a work trip but he already missed you. He would look at your photos murmuring to himself about wanting to see you again. He’d stare at the clock and as soon as it was morning in your timezone, he’d call you right away.

“Isn’t it really late for you right now, what are you doing awake?” you greeted him when you picked up the phone.

“I'm having trouble sleeping because you weren’t there” you could hear his pout through the phone.

“Aww, you’re so clingy,” you teased him, “but in all seriousness, you should sleep. You have work too in the morning” you scolded him

He sighed, “I know, I know. I just wanted to hear your voice. When did you say you’re coming back? I can’t be without you for too long”

“You’ll be fine, it’s only for one more week.” you assured him “and now i’m going to hang up and you better sleep, i’ll call you later” you hung up the phone before he could say anything.

Truthfully, your plane was about to take off and you were on your way back. You had finished up your work earlier than expected and decided to surprise Yonghoon knowing how much he missed you.

After your flight landed, you took a taxi to your house and freshened up before heading to go see Yonghoon.

You arrived at the dorms but no one seemed to be home so you entered the passcode and allowed yourself in. You stopped at the entrance of Yonghoon’s bedroom.

“What a mess,” you shook your head at the sight of clothes on the floor and polaroids scattered around. Making sure not to accidentally step on anything, you took a closer look. It was your hoodie that went missing recently, Yonghoon probably kept it with him because of your scent.

You picked up the polaroid. It was a picture of his arm slung over your shoulders and you staring at him with goofy smiles on both of your faces. You took it together on a date to the movies. He saw a photobooth and practically begged you to take a photo with him. You picked up another polaroid, this time, it’s the polaroid you took of him.

Yonghoon walked into the room and saw you staring at the polaroids. He gasped “you’re back!” he tackled you onto the bed in a hug

You sat up, “I’m back, I finished work early and decided to surprise you!” you explained

“But what’s all this? Why are you acting like I'm dead or that we broke up?” you raised an eyebrow, gesturing to his room full of your belongings.

“Oh….that.” his face burned up as he tried to think of an excuse. “I just missed you too much” he attacked you with more hugs. “Don’t ever go anywhere for too long without me”

“Alright, alright” you hugged him back

Harin:

Your family had family reunions every year in different countries every time. This time, it was held in The Bahamas for a week. Harin already missed you so he decided to shoot you a text.

You were in the pool, playing around with your cousins when you heard your phone beep. You swam to the side of the pool and pointed to your phone, “what does it say?”

She picked up your phone, “it says, ‘how’s the reunion going? i hope you’re having fun, i miss you. call me when you can’ with a heart and it’s from ‘Perfect Man Harin’ whose Harin?” she wiggled her eyebrows

You climbed out of the pool and dryed yourself off. Taking your phone you said, “well, whose [sister’s boyfriend’s name]? I heard you talking to them on the phone” you teased back before walking off and calling Harin’s number

“How’s the trip going? Are you having fun?” he greeted you after answering your call

“It’s going great! I haven’t been able to spend lots of time with my family since I was really busy and this is a great time to catch up. I miss you lots, you should’ve come with me” you said

“You know if I could, I would’ve but we had to do a concert” you could hear the dissapointment in his voice, “but you should enjoy this moment to the fullest!”

You both talked for a while before your phone was about to die so you had to say your goodbyes

“I’ll see you soon in two days” you told him before hanging up the phone “I love you”

As you were headind to the elevators, you sister spotted you. “You’re going upstairs already?” you asked her

“yup! gotta pack for our flight tonight. what about you?” she pushed the button on the elevator

“i went to get my charger but wait, our flight is tonight? I thought it’s in two days?” you ask her

“ah, i see you’re still forgetfull as ever” she laughed

You decided to pack your stuff too. Night came and your flight left. You headed to your house to drop off your stuff, take a shower and change your clothes.

You decided to go the company to surprise Harin. You entered the practice room where all of ONEWE were practicing. You heard Yonghoon singing and the insturments playing. You didn’t want to distrub them so you quietly walked into the room.

After the song was over, Dongmyeong noticed you, “Oh, hey y/n. I thought you were on a trip?”

Harin’s head snapped up at the mention of your name, “you’re back!” a smile broke out on his face, “i thought you were coming back in two days”

Harin got out from behind the drums and picked you up and spun you around, “I missed you so much”

“I missed you too and I messed up the dates and accidentally told you the wrong date i would come back” you smiled sheepishly

Harin turned to the other members “practice is over for today right?” they nodded in return and watched as Harin grabbed his bag and your hand, “you haven’t eaten, right? let’s go eat. you need to tell me everything that happened”

Kanghyun:

Hyungu knew that you needed this vacation so he tried not to call and text you too much. He couldn’t help it and still texted you quite often but just small texts like “how’s your day?” “have you eaten?” “I love you”

To be honest, you felt a little lonely all by yourself in the large hotel room. You weren’t too far away from home but you didn’t want to go home just yet becuase then you’d have to go to work again, where you’ll fall under pressure and stress.

You were wishing that Hyungu had come along with you and looked forward to the small messages he sent you so you could call him.

“Hyungu, are you busy?” you called him

“No, what’s up?” he asked

“Talk with me for a while then” you wanted to hear his voice but you wanted to see his face even more.

That evening, you decided that three days was long enough vacation. You took a week off from work so you’ll just spend the rest of your vacation days with him at his house.

You took a cab to his house and rang the doorbell. Harin opened the door and was surprised to see you here with your bags in hand. He invited you inside, “Hyungu’s not home right now” he answered before you had asked

“Oh, we’ll i’ll just wait for him then. In the meantime, how have you been?” you talked with Harin for a while. You explained how it was lonely at the hotel by yourself and asked if it was okay to stay with them for the remaining of your vacation.

“We don’t have a room for you but I guess you can sleep in Hyungu’s bed with him, if you’re fine with sharing the room with Yonghoon hyung and me too” he suggested

“I don’t mind, i’m just thankful that you’ll let me stay here because it’s too lonely at my house too” you hugged Harin as a way to thank him

“You can put your bags in the room and Hyungu will be home soon” Harin said making dinner.

You helped him make dinner and as you set the food on the table, Hyungu walked through the front door, “what’s for dinner?” he asked staring at his phone, his hand hovering over the ‘send’ button

When no one answered, he looked up. He stares at you for a second before rubbing his eyes. He’s still just standing there, “go wash up for dinner” you say

He walks over to you and hugs you tight, “you’re back early” he mumbled

“yeah, it was lonely so i’m going to stay with you until the end of my vacation“ you shared the news

He bounced from side to side doing a happy dance, “yay! we can have a sleepover!” he said excitedly

Dongmyeong:

You went on a year-end field trip for uni. It was held in Jeju Island this year. Dongmyeong was singing all your favorite songs non-stop because he couldn’t see you in person.

Your hotel got mold so you guys had to cut the trip short. You decided to meet with Dongmyeong.

You entered his house and heard him singing [your favorite song name]. “Since when have you liked that song so much?” you asked him

He jumped up out of his seat when he saw you. “y/n! I missed you so much! You’re back!” he rushed over to pull you into a hug and kisses

“You’re squishing me!” you laugh

He pinched your cheeks, “you’re cute”

You smiled widely, “but i missed you sooooo much~”

He returned your smile, his dimples popping out. You poke his dimples causing him to laugh more, “what have you been up to?” you ask

“singing all your favorite songs“ he replied before burting out into song

You smack him lightly, “you’re too loud, you’ll wake everyone up, it’s like 11 pm”

CyA:

Your friend has been going through a rough patch so you decided to go visit her to comfort her.

Giuk was keeping busy to avoid missing you too much because he knew your friend needed you. He was working in his studio, late again.

Usually you brought him food and kept him company whenever he stayed up working but you weren’t coming today.

Your friend has been doing much better and now she’s back on her feet. You say goodbye to her and head back home. As you’re on your way home you call Dongmyeong to ask if Giuk is at the dorms or the studio.

You thank him and hang up. You weren’t sure if he’s eaten or not but knowing him, he probably forgot. You bought both a meal and some snacks. You head to his studio.

The door is open and you see him staring at his phone, almost hesitating.

“I brought food~“ you say holding up the bag

He doesn’t turn around, instead mutters to himself, “I must be going crazy. I can hear y/n’s voice now”

You laugh out loud and walk towards him and hug him from behind, “i’m actually here, dummy”

He turned around and hugged you immediately, “i missed you so much!”

“me too~ what are you working on?” you pointed to his computer which had a new composition on it

He showed you the song he was working on currently, glad to be by your side again. You both ate in his studio before heading home, he slept over at your place because he wanted to be with you after being away from you for so long.

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kittyboogirl · 3 years ago

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Mother warned us about this day, and now it was here. The first day of the Contingency. I didn’t really think much of it when mother talked about it but boy was I wrong. I should’ve prepared. The Contingency is a war between our three species. Vampires, wolves, and dragons. I was born in the dragon section. No one’s ever born a dragon though. Every twenty years they draft two boys and two girls from each species to be in the war. The people who are drafted are then taken to a lab to get the certain DNA shot to transform them. The DNA shots leave a scar on each victim. The vampires have the symbol of a bat on their chin. The wolves have a symbol of a paw on the bottom of their back. The dragons have a barcode on the left side of their neck. The barcodes are scanned to let the lab workers know what type of dragon the victim is. They are then sent to war. Whoever wins, gets to rule over the other two species for the next 25 years. Right now we are being ruled by the wolves. It sucks. We have a curfew of 8:45. If any wolf spots a body outside after curfew, it’s the end for them. No one knows what they do, but what we do know is that once they leave the house they never come back. We also have assigned seats at lunch. We aren’t allowed to eat in our houses with our families. The wolves have to watch us eat. Each family gets two meals a day. Three, some snacks, extra water, and medicine if someone in your family is sick. The doctor is the nicest wolf I’ve ever met. Practically everyone in all three species knows him. He’s the only actual good doctor. The vampire doctor I heard only cared about herself and doesn’t even care for her patients. She just brings them in and keeps them until they die. The dragons don’t have a doctor right now. Our doctor died in the last Contingency. My dad is a werewolf and my mom is a dragon. My mom got all custody over me and my sister. My dad got all custody over my two brothers. My mom was supposed to get custody over all of us, but the wolves took my brothers Arin and Alex. I haven’t seen them since last year. One of the major rules is that you’re not allowed to have kids with another species unless they haven’t been drafted and they are still human. If you do then your kids will be split up and you probably will never see them again.

Its currently 6:00 in the morning and my mom is making breakfast. I stand up and stretch.

Alice runs over to me, hugs me, and giggles, “EEEEE EEEE!!!”

“Yes good morning to you Al.” I hug back and say while yawning.

Alice is 5. She is the youngest of all four of us, and the only girl. She has long brown hair and she stands right at 4 ft.

The bell rings for breakfast and I groan. I’m never hungry when I first wake up. There's also this really annoying kid that I sit beside during breakfast and dinner.

“Morning Eric!” Mother says as we walk out of the house.

“Morning mother.” I say and hug her from the side.

Snow falls as we make our way to the church. I start to regret not bringing my jacket. A familiar voice calls out in a playful cheer. I look around and spot the familiar red hair. It’s Clara. She is my friend and enemy. Just depends on the day. Our families are really close. She’s lucky because she’s an only child and both of her parents are human. Neither of them have ever gotten drafted before. Her parents are really nice to me. They’re like my second set of parents. Her dad especially considering I hardly ever see my dad. “Hey beautiful!” I say nudging her with my elbow.

“Hey shit face!” She yells and I glare playfully.

“You’re really asking for a fight now aren’t you?” I put my fists up. She rolls her eyes and we walk in silence.

“Soooo?” She says.

“Sooooo what?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“You think you’ll get drafted??” She asks.

“I certainly hope not!” I say defensively.

She giggles and looks over at Alice. Alice waves and starts talking to her. I sigh. I’ve liked clara since we were Alice’s age. But I’ve never had the guts to tell her. My parents told me that her parents are planning on moving to America if she gets drafted, because they don't want her in the war. Clara’s always wanted to get drafted. It’s like her dream. It’s all she ever talks about. Now what the day is here, this is the happiest I’ve seen her in a long time.

I walk into the church and hold the door for everyone. I put my foot out as Clara walks by. She trips and I snort. My mom glares at me and I hold my hand up in surrender and walk in. An alpha stops me at the door of the cafeteria. I pull down the collar of my shirt to show that I have no barcode. He nods and lets me go. He does the same to everyone else. I walk through the line, get my food, and sit down. There are four cafeterias. One for humans, one of dragons, one for vampires, and one for werewolves. I go to my seat and thankfully the annoying kid who sits next to me isn’t there yet. Maybe she’s sick. Or dead. Or just non existent. But as soon as I think that she sits down.

“Hi Eric!” She says with a smile.

I sigh, “Hey Amy.”

She spends the entire breakfast talking about music and the draft and a bunch of other stuff that i don’t really wanna talk about.

“So, I was thinking! If we both get drafted we can pretend to be a couple. Like Katniss and Peeta did in the Hunger Games! And they will hopefully surrender and we can actually experience what freedom is! Because I heard that when the dragons ruled, it was nothing but freedom and fun times! So! What do you think? Wanna be my boyfriend?” She does air quotes when she says boyfriend.

I facepalm and start laughing and she looks at me confused. “Okay so, first of all, you’re not anywherenear my type. Second of all, Hunger Games was not and is not real. And third of all, even if it was real, I highly doubt The Contingency is anything like the hunger games. But good suggestion! Glad you were thinking of me.”

She looks disappointed and but finishes chewing before she starts talking. “Okay, but just hear me out-”

“Amy! The answer is no! I’m sorry but you really don’t listen to anything that anyone says do you?”

She crosses her arms, “That's not fair! I do listen! I just always like to try things but no one ever lets me or goes along with my plans!”

I snort, “That’s because last time we did you set off an explosion in the middle of the cafeteria kitchen and we also found hair in the food!!”

“That was Hiltons fault!” She is clearly getting heated.

“It was your hair!!!” I yell kind of loud.

She stands and goes to empty her trey. I put my head on my hand and pick at my grits. I always sneak my food back to the house and eat it when I’m ready to. But I don’t know when the drafts are so I start forcing myself to eat.

Clara stares at me from across the table. “Hey Eric, guess what.”

“What?” I say with a mouthful of grits. She starts laughing and gets a spoonful of her grits.

I already know where she’s going with this so I freeze. “Don’t you dare! Clara I swear! You will regret it!”

She bends her spoon back and I brace myself. A huge spoonful of grits hits me in the face and I shake my head. I scowl. She laughs hysterically. I look around to make sure no alphas are around. When I see that they are all outside the cafeteria I take my bowl of grits and chuck it at her. It hits her forehead and starts running down her face and into her long red hair.

“EW!!!! ERIC I DIDN’T DO THAT MUCH!!!” She starts whining and takes her napkin trying her hardest to get it out of her hair.

I laugh so hard that tears start to form in my eyes, “You should see yourself! It’s hilarious!”

She glares at me and groans. I wipe the tears from my eyes and grab my napkin and wipe my face off.

“See, this is another reason that I want to get drafted. So I can go completely Eric free for the next 6 months.” She smiles, clearly proud of what she said.

I roll my eyes and stick my tongue out at her, “Well what if I get drafted with you? Then you’ll not only have to deal with me still, but you would have to team up with me. We’d have to actually get along. Imagine that.”

She fake gags, “Ew.”

I hold my hand to my chest as if I’m hurt, “Ouch! That was cruel. You do know that if we actually tried we could get along.”

“No thanks… But thanks for the suggestion!” She says and then smiles. She gets up and goes to empty her trey.

I look down at my food and realize that the grits are the only type of cafeteria food I like. I sigh, hold my nose and start to eat the eggs.

When I stand to go empty my trey, a siren starts going off. Clara looks over at me with a smile and runs outside. I’m frozen. The alarm seems to get louder and so I drop my tray on the floor and run after her. Not long after everyone comes outside.

“Everyone line up! Boys with boys, girls with girls!” An alpha yells.

We all get in lines and follow the Alphas. I look around and spot Arin and wave. He doesn’t see me so I quietly whisper his name. His eyes shoot to me and he waves but then puts a finger over his mouth.

Arin is the oldest. Of all of us. He is 17. He’s got a full head of sandy blonde hair, and hazel eyes. He stands at 6 ft tall, very underweight. He doesn’t like to eat at all. Very picky at least.

We stop at these tables and the alpha yells to everyone, “Alright listen up! When you get to the table, sign your first name and last name, species, and strongest defence!”

Clara leans back and whispers, “I thought it would be more exciting than this. I’m kind of disappointed.

I roll my eyes, “Yeah like a draft for a war would be soooo fun! A morning to remember. Really dissapointed.”

She turns to face me, “OKay Mr. Smart Ass! Unlike you, I actually want to defend our rights. I want to fight for our species and get our rights back. That may not be your cup of tea but it’s definitely mine. So stop making fun of it and keep you smart ass comments to yourself. Capeesh?”

My eyes widen and I throw my hands up in surrender, “Relax! Damn! It was a joke! I get it.”

She scowls, “By the way you threw your hands up and tried not to smile, and all the times you’ve lied to me, I’m not sure that I believe you.”

“Well will you believe me when I say that the lines have been moving this entire time and the people behind us are getting really ultra mega heated?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

She spins around and runs to catch up with Amy in front of her. I try to hide a snort and follow her.

Alex is sitting at the table when I walk up and he hands me the form. We make eye contact and I can see the look of sorrow in his eyes. He got to drop out of the draft?? That's not fair! I think to myself. Alex has always been dad's favorite. Mainly because he looks more like him than any of us. Big chocolate brown eyes. Fairly tan skin with a white birthmark on the cheek. Very noticeable uneven dimples, one smack dab in the middle of the right cheek and one on the top corner of the left right under the eye and next to the nose. Average height and weight. Extremely buff. Get’s all the ladies. No wonder he got to drop out. He gets to do whatever he wants. Never has to do anything.

He smiles, “Good luck. Try not to get chosen okay. Try to blend in. Try not look tough. Look weak. Sick even. Do anything you can okay?”

I nod. As if I can control whether I get picked or not. I smile back, “Love you.”

He nods and winks. Two alfas come over and get on each side of me. They start walking and I have no choice but to walk. They tell me to go faster so I try. They take me over to a chair and push me down into it. I flinch when my tailbone slams into the seat. They walk off and I look around. There are nothing but guys around me in other chairs.

“Pssst! Hey!” the guy next to me taps me.

I look over and raise an eyebrow, “Please don’t touch me. And get back in your chair. Personal space is a thing you know.” The guy looks at me with a face of fear, “Please….please…..if they pick me please take my spot...I have kids. A family…”

I look away and shake my head, “As do I. You’re not the only one. I have two brothers and a sister. And I don’t know you. I’m not risking my life to save someone that I don’t know. Would you do that for me?”

He starts breaking down and turns around. I laugh a little and lean back in my chair. We sit there for hours. Eventually I almost end up falling asleep.

The siren stops and I snap out of it and shoot into a sitting position. There is another siren that starts going off. Same as the last one except louder and faster. People start standing up. Arin eyes me and snaps. I shrug. He mouths, stand up! I stand up and the professor starts walking down each aisle, observing each and every person. He stops at Arin and smiles.

“Form!” He yells while staring at Arin. An assistant gives him Arins form and he examines it with a big dopey grin.

Arin looks down as a drip of sweat rolls down the side of his head. He licks it when it gets to the corner of his mouth. I try my best not to gag.

The professor hands the form back to the assistant and puts his hand on Arins shoulder, “Perfect wolf material…”

Two of the assistants roughly grab him and start dragging him away. Surprisingly he stays quiet as they walk away. The professor starts walking again and he immediately stops at a girl that was three chairs down from Arin. She gets dragged away without any hesitations. I zone out and don’t pay much attention while he’s doing the rest of the wolf section.

The professor starts going down the dragon aisles and stops at many people. He’ll stop, observe, and keep walking. When he gets to Clara she is standing up tall and proud with a big smile on her face. He walks right by her but then stops. He hesitates but turns around and walks back over to her.

“Form.” The assistant gives him the form and all he does is look at her name on the front and hands it back, “Dragon.”

She smiles and starts walking excitedly. I cough and she looks at me. I mouth good luck, you’re gonna need it. She rolls her eyes and walks over to stand with the other chosen ones.

Amy fidgets with her hands nervously as he chooses her as well. When they grab her, she starts crying and screaming. An alpha comes over and picks her up, throws her over his shoulder, and takes her in the large building that the drafted kids are standing in front of.

He starts walking down our row and my heart starts racing. The guy beside me breaks down again. Sobbing to the point of hyperventilation. I look down and try to look weak. He starts getting closer and my palms start sweating. It wasn’t until now that I realize just how scared I am of being drafted. He gets to me and stops. I freeze, breaths quivering. My anxiety levels rise as he asks for my form. I make eye contact with him and he smiles evily.

“Dragon.”

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intothewickedwood · 4 years ago

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Sims 4 Pack Ranking

Wondering which Sims 4 pack to buy? Here is my personal ranking.

Expansion Packs

1. Seasons

Great pack! It brings so much to the game! Weather gives the game a sense of realism. Being able to control the sim calendar is a God-send! You can add your own holidays and schedule events! Traditions are fun and bring family and friends together. I love throwing a Black and White bash on New Year’s Eve and a Dinner party on Christmas Day. It also helps you keep track of your sims’ schedules. Not to mention swings, sprinklers you can play with, kiddie pools, flower-arranging tables, snow activities, scarecrows, water baloon buckets, roller-blading and ice skating rinks and so much more! CAS and Bulid and Buy are also wonderful! And finally you can choose sims’ hot weather and cold weather outfits!

2. Cats and Dogs

I am biased because I love animals. Pets are a great addition to the family. You can train dogs, take them for walks and play with them. CAS for them is amazing! Brindleton Bay is a great seaside new world. And you can create and own your own vet!

3. Island Living

Certainly not everyone’s favourite pack but I absolutely love it! Sulani is a gorgeous world. Living the island lifestyle is one of my favourite’s to experience in this whole game. And now you can vacation their for a wonderful honeymoon or family trip! There’s mermaids (which you can become or create), sand activities, water activities like swimming, jet-skiing, canoeing, diving, scuba-diving and playing with dolphins. CAS and Build and Buy are amazing!

4. Discover University

My one issue with this pack is that I think it takes too long to graduate, especially when you’re playing on short lifespan. But apart from that, I have so much fun completing each students daily and term check-lists and it feels so good for your sim to enter a career at a higher level, already armed with the necessary skills. Living on campus is fun, especially in dorms. You can play table tennis, juggle a football or join the rabbit-hole team, build robots, ride bikes and more!

5. Get Together

Another pack that is not everyone’s favourite. I personally find it to be an essential. I use clubs all the time to allow family and friends to get together and socialise autonomously or to create specialised clubs where they complete hobbies autonomously and raise their skills. I find the nightclub experience so fun and take my sims out to one every friday in their clubs or by hosting a dance party or both! And the world is gorgeous! I love the little cafe’s!

6. Get Famous

I end up having a lot of performer sims, so the fame system and perks come in very handy. And your sim can get famous doing anything with the help of a drone and a video recording station! I think it adds to the game working towards your sim becoming not only a painter but a world-renowned one! There’s even a music station where you can create your own beats! The actor career is my favourite in the whole game. It’s so fun having your sims dress up in different costumes and perform a sword fight on set.

7. City Living

The City is beautiful. The festivals are amazing! My favourite is the spice festival because yes to my sims experiencing new cultures! I love living in an apartment. There are so many quirks, like your neighbour forcing their way in to borrow your shower or for game night. Love shooting hoops, setting off fireworks and adding all the new dishes to unique restaurants.

8. Snowy Escape

I’m still learning about this game as it’s fairly new. Love exploring the new culture. Their aren’t as many things to do at the festivals as I feel their were at those that came with City Living. Great food to add to restaurants. Snowboarding and skiing are really fun and it’s great that kids can do it too and that all ages, including todllers can snowboard. As someone who goes on a lot of walks, I look forward to trying out hiking. It looks really fun! I just feel this pack could have packed in a little more.

9. Get To Work

I’ve had this game for ages and I’m still yet to buy my own retail store. I need to get on that! I haven’t played the scientist career yet but I’ve played the doctor one and the law enforcement one and they do get boring after a while if your playing them actively everyday. Perhaps I should not play actively some days in the future. I think I just need to play with this one more.

10. Eco Lifestyle

I was really dissapointed when I heard this game was coming out. I’m all for saving the environment but I wasn’t sure it was something I’d have fun playing with in the sims and I haven’t really had much fun with it. Candle making is kinda fun but I hate that you have to have bits and pieces to make them as they are not easy to get. The only thing I really like in this pack is juice fizzing and the neighbourhood action plans. Free-love is a great addition for my polyamorous sims but it sucks that once they’re out of the neighbourhood, they get jealous again. Living off a dumpster is a fun challenge but it gets boring after a while. I don’t really like CAS or build and buy that much either.

Game Packs

1. Parenthood

Great pack! Adds so much depth to family play and I am pretty much exclusively a family player, even when I play with supernatural sims. I love that parents and guardians can shape their children’s personalities. Build and Buy is so pretty and colourful! It screams family play! Love the kids school projects. Love being able to ground kids and put them on time out, disciplining and encouraging them and even ordering them to do things.

2. Vampires

I looove playing with supernatural sims! In general I prefer witches and wizards and magic to vampires but this is just a solid pack. Build and Buy is beautiful and allows you to create unique gothic and historical buildings. CAS is very cool too! Forgotton Hollow is gorgeous. I absolutely love the look of it! I want to live their! I don’t care how creepy it is. The vampire powers system is so good and gives you a great goal to work towards. I get such a thrill using powers on and biting other sims at night. It looks so spooky! Super speed is so useful! And I love creating vampire clubs and having them have epic looking vampire duals, letting them spar and train eachother and turn other sims into slaves or vampires or vampire slaves! Much darker than the other games. I just wish kids could have vampire powers and have a vampire form.

3. Realm of Magic

I don’t know what it is but this game doesn’t seem as in depth as Vampires. It should but it somehow doesn’t. But it’s still a very good pack that satisfies my Potterhead needs well enough. You can create so many different types of spellcasters but I personally like going to the magic realm and learning all the spells and potions. It’s so fun duplicating yourself and setting sims on fire or conjuring a meal out of nowhere. Build and Buy is beautiful and duels are epic! I only wish kids could cast spells and it wasn’t so easy to learn all the spells and complete the aspirations.

4. Dine Out

A lot of people say this game is glitched and it does take, like a whole day to have a 3-course meal but I personally enjoy that. I like taking family or friend groups out to beautiful restaurants from the gallery on a Sunday and letting them socialise their all day while waiting for their meals and enjoying the atmosphere. I use this pack all the time. I love owning restaurants. I love choosing the menus and creating restaurants that reflect different cultures’ cuisine. Running one is really fun. It’s hard to get a balance, especially while starting out but with perks you can watch your restaurant thrive.

5. Strangerville

I played this through for the first time recently and I really enjoyed it! Much more than I thought I would. I love the possessed sims. They are so freaky. It’s a shame that it doesn’t feel like a game you’d want to play again but the world is nice.

6. Jungle Adventure

I confess. I entered a (I think it’s called a) temple for the first time at the end of last year. It took me forever to figure out how to get to one but when I finally did I found the game play a bit lackluster. But it’s a beautiful jungle-y world that is worth visiting for a vacation and exploring the culture is fun! Build and Buy is also amazing. And I liked adding the new cuisine to my restaurants.

7. Outdoor Retreat

I haven’t played this one in ages but I remember I had fun doing it. Basically, you could have a similar camping experience in Selvadorada or any other world. But it’s fun for the winter log cabins and if you’re looking for a more forest-y vibe.

8. Spa Day

Gorgeous Build and Buy! Worth it for that alone but I feel this pack could have been a stuff pack if you look at it compared to what we’re going to get in, say, Paranormal Stuff. Working on the wellness skill is cool. Teleporting is useful but a bit slow. I like having my sims go to a yoga class, meditate, get a massage and go to the sauna.

9. Star Wars: Journey to Batuu

I’ve seen like 2 Star Wars films and had no idea what was going on both times. Similarly, I was pretty confused while playing but I can’t deny I had fun completing the missions, fighting with lightsabers and chilling with my droid. I did get board after a while though. It doesn’t really fit in the game but I’m happy for Star Wars fans. I’d be estatic if they did a Harry Potter, Once Upon A Time or X-Men pack!

Stuff Packs

1. Kids Room

By far the best for me. You get so much stuff for kids. Love the addition of Voidcritters! The kids clothing is adorable and the Buy objects are incredible! Perfect for kids and creating unique rooms for them!

2. Toddler

Love the new toddler play equipment! It is so, so cute to watch them play. The CAS is so adorable as are the Buy objects. I have yet to use play dates but they sound great for my families!

3. Backyard

Love the water slide. My sims have so much fun on it. And the objects are great! Perfect for building a family garden. It makes me want to use the garden more in the sims.

4. Spooky

Not everyone’s favourite but I love spooky things (I was deprived of Halloween as a child!). I use it all the time to have spooky dress-up parties or for spooky night clubs or lounges. It’s the perfect thing to flesh out Spooky Day from Seasons.

5. Romantic Garden

I just think it’s pretty lol. CAS is really nice as are the buy items. The wishing well is fun and great to cheat with to bring back dead sims quickly, I recently discovered. There’s nothing more wonderful than going to a beautiful flowery garden at night with your sims couples.

6. Bowling Night

I find bowling pretty fun in the sims. It’s great for a night out with the family. I am biased because I love bowling with family on special occasions in real life. It’s great for sims birthdays and Build and Buy is so unique as is CAS.

7. My First Pet

Again, not everyone’s favourite but the items are freaking cute! Perfect for kids rooms and having a pet rodent is pretty cool as are the new CAS for Cats and Dogs. I wouldn’t be opposed to them expanding another pack like this was used to do in the future.

8. Luxury Party

I use the buffet table and the chocolate fountain all the damn time.

9. Perfect Patio

For the hot tub mainly! But the Buy items are great.

10. Cool Kitchen

I just love having my sims eat ice-cream on a Sunday. There are so many flavour combinations!

11. Movie Hangout

I love my sims having movie night with popcorn lol. And CAS and Build and Buy are pretty cool.

12. Vintage Glamour

CAS and Buy items are awesome. I love the vanity table and that kids can use it. The butler is useful but only a few of my sims live that kind of life.

13. Tiny Living

I was so disapointed when this pack was anounced but actually having a Tiny House comes with a lot of useful benefits. And Build and Buy and CAS are so pretty. Wish the furniture was tinier and the bed didn’t kill your sims all the time! I would actually like to use that bed!

14. Laundry Day

I was upset that simmers voted for this. It adds realism, so I’ll give it points for that.

15. Nifty Knitting

Again, I was upset that simmers voted for this but the Buy items are so colourful and pretty. Knitting can be kinda fun and some of the knittables are cute, especially the baby grows! Plopsy is a fun addition but I haven’t been able to make much money off of it.

16. Moschino

Love the update to photography. I use it with one fashion forward household. I hate CAS and Build and Buy.

17. Fitness

I never use the climbing wall but I like the wood design on the Buy items.

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strangerontheotherside84 · 5 years ago

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Wild Child || Part 2 (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

Disclamer: as mentioned in my last post, I have decided to continue my fic “Wild Child” (which was actually finished after part 8). And yes I know we’re all horny and y’all just wanna get to the kinky stuff (I see you) but maybe give it a try and also check out the previous story to kinda get the pre-story behind all of this. Or at least read part 1 of this you kinky fucks :D

Warnings: language, smut, 18+, nsfw, smoking, drinking, drugs

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„You're late.“

„Yeah sorry had to drop off my sister at the Wheeler's house and Karen was nice enough to offer me a drink.“ Billy answered while stepping through the door, quickly following you into the kitchen to that fridge full of beer you had promised him earlier. „Dude, stop calling her Karen it's gross.“

„Hey there's nothing I can do. I feel like she really wants me to call her Karen, y/n. Can't deny a woman her deepest darkest desires.“ „Ew Hargrove shut up. I swear to god if you're really going to screw Nancy Wheeler's mom I'm gonna lose all my respect for you. And I don't have too much of that to begin with.“

„You can't deny that she's kinda hot. Also, what can I do she's really asking for it. Must be a very unsatisfying marriage.“

„I'm not gonna comment any further on this...but maybe go see a therapist about those mommy issues.“ you commented snarky, handing Billy a half rack of beer from the fridge.

„Oh fuck off y/n.“

„Love you too. Come on, we're going to the basement. The stereo down there is way better. I need you to check out some of the new releases I took from work.“

You were lying on the old leather couch staring at the wodden ceiling while „Raise Hell“ by Anthrax was blasting through the speakers of the Panasonic stereo. You quickly sat up as you heard a familiar noise.

„Hey Hargrove, quit going through my stuff!“

„So this is where you hide your weed, huh?“ the curly haired boy replied, not even bothering to look at you while he continued to go through the small drawer in the corner of the room.

„Amongst other things, yeah.“ you got up from the couch, your naked feet touching the fuzzy carpet-floor as you walked over to Billy, quickly snatching the cigarette case, which contained all of your pre-rolled joints, from his hands.

„So you really weren't lying about that porn collection.“ Billy sounded a bit surprised as he spotted the several vhs tapes behind a few bottles of Jack Daniel's.

„Told you so.“ you mubled while trying to light the joint between your lips, those matches were definitely ancient. „Don't underestimate me.“

„I could never. But let me help you with that.“, the curly haired boy fished a zippo from the pocket of his tight Levi's jeans and put on the flame in front of your face while licking his lips.

„Thanks.“ you mumbled with a devilish grin, while inhaling the smoke and blowing it into Billy's face.

„You're welcome.“ he replied, taking the joint from your lips.

„Didn't think I was sharing that.“ „Well now you are. So, y/n you wanna get drunk and stoned while watching some porn or were you just talking shit earlier?“

„I’m never talking shit, Hargrove. Here how about this one: Shana Grant plays a singer who must overcome her corrupt manager, who himself is involved with the mob. Well if this doesn't sound like fun. It better be good I payed 5$ for that.“

„It sure does. I wonder what will happen.“ Billy joked as he made himself comfortable on the couch, opening another beer. „Put it on then.“

„Well she really is working hard on overcoming that corrupt manager.“ you chuckled while taking another sip from the bottle of Jack, putting out a cigarette in the ashtray in front of you. Your head was starting to feel kinda dizzy, but you would never admit that. At least not until Billy would do the same. You lurked over to the blonde boy sitting next to you on the floor, trying to observe his movements as inconspicuous as possible.

“It's a tough business.” Billy replied, chuckling as well. He had his arms streched out on the leather couch behind you guys, his red shirt was almost completely unbuttoned, as usual. “Can I help you y/n?”. God dammit. You really were shit at observing people when you're drunk.

“Nope all good.” you replied while stretching yourself across Billy's lap to reach for another can of beer from the half rag that was placed to the boy's right. You could feel his eyes on you as you slowly moved back onto your place, your crop top riding up and allowing him to catch a short glimpse of your boobs.

“Can I help you?” you returned the question while raising an eyebrow.

“Nope all good. That's a very nice shirt though.”

Even though you knew what he was refering to, it really was a nice shirt. It had Metallica's Ride the Lightning cover on it and you had cutten off the sleves and turned it into a crop top. However, it had gotten a bit shorter than expected which meant that it was now barely covering your chest. But you really couldn't be bothered with that kind of stuff anyway.

“So what do you say y/n. Was it worth spending 5 bucks on this?”, Billy drew your attention back to the TV that was still playing the VHS tape.

“All in all yeah. However, I must say that they look kinda bored from time to time. If I'd wanna see that I'd set up a camcorder in the Sam Goody's storage room.”

Your last comment caused the curly haired boy to burst out laughing, “And I thought I was having a hard time. But you're right they do look kinda bored, which is a pity. Looks like a lot of fun.” he hummed the last part in your ear while putting his arm around your shoulder.

You blamed it on being drunk and stoned but his actions actually caused your whole body to shiver with excitement for a split second. Wow you really were gonna give in to him that easy? That'd be a new record.

“It does. Although, I think I'd look less bored.” you replied, taking another sip from your beer and trying to stay focused on the small TV.

“I bet you would y/n. It's such a shame that all these losers you hook up with don't seem to know how to treat you right.” Billy muttered with his husky voice while taking a deep pull from his cigarette, throwing back his head to release the smoke into the air.

“Well thanks for your condolences Hargrove. And you think you'd do it better? Some of that stuff looks kinda hard.”, you taunted while gesturing your head towards the TV, your body now being turned towards Billy.

“We both know I will.” the curly haired boy leaned towards you, only to put out his cigarette in the ashtray behind your back while spotting a dirty grin on his face. You could feel his hot breath on your skin, your heart rate rising at the thought of all the things you'd like him to do to you right now.

“Don't dissapoint me then.” your words were nothing but a low hum but they were enough for Billy to press his lips onto yours within a heartbeat. Although it had been a while since you last hooked up together, the feeling was more than familiar. You both knew exactly how to move to push each others buttons, your kisses were nothing but a constant fight for dominance. You quickly got rid of your crop top while Billy was taking off his shirt only to meet his lips again seconds later. The tall blonde trailed his kisses across your neck, suddenly burying his teeth in your flesh, causing you to hiss. Billy pulled away from you spotting his usual cocky grin while sticking out his tongue.

“You need to get out of these pants if we wanna try what we just saw.”, he advised teasing.

“Ditto.” you replied with a wink. “And just so that you know,” you began while getting rid of your tight black leggings, “When I say it would be fun to try what we just saw I mean all of it.”

“You dirty slut.” Billy groaned while grabbing you by the throat, pushing your back into the cold wodden wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist while holding onto him by his neck as he pushed inside you. You could feel Billy's back muscles tightening as he began to thrust into you with full speed. “Fuck.” you moaned.

“Like it when I fuck you like that y/n?”

“Fuck yes.”

You knew you wouldn't last long if he continued at this pace but before you could say anything Billy pulled out of you, moving a step back while slowly letting you slide down the wall. You smirked at him, licking across your lips before sliding your tongue up his throbbing cock, the taste of yourself mixed with pre-cum meeting your lips. Billy let out a deep growl before grabbing you by the hair, forcing himself all the way into your mouth. The fact that you didn't even gag caused him to grin “You're such a dirty girl, way too good for anybody in this town- fuck y/n”. His words were could off as you began to deep throat him, slowly at first but then getting more and more messy, all while keeping eye contact with the curly haired boy. Billy's moans were music in your ears, you loved to be the one dominating him, especially since it seemed like something that was rather new to him.

“Get on the couch.” Billy hissed out of breath while pulling your hair. You did as you were told but not before slowly sucking on his tip one final time. “What? Can't handle me pretty boy?” you teased smirking while slowly walking past him towards the couch.

“You better save that attitude for later.” The tall blonde growled as he followed you, “Get on your knees.”

Billy quickly positioned himself behind you, firmly grabbing your hips. You could feel your own arousal dripping down your thighs, as you waited for him to finally push into you again. “You're always so wet for me,” Billy hummed against your core, causing your legs to start shaking “And you taste so damn sweet.”

You could feel him adjust himself at your entrance, the tip of his cock teasing you for what felt like forever.

“When did you become such a fucking tease, Hargrove?”, you groaned.

“What was that?”

“You heard me the first time. Just fuck me already.”

“You want me to fuck you, y/n?”

“Yes Billy pl- fuck.” This time it was you being could off as the tall blonde smacked into you, causing you to gasp.

“Like that?” he continued to tease as he began moving in a steady rhythym, “Or faster?”, Billy adjusted his speed at his last words.

“Faster...fuck Billy...fuck me harder.” You cried out, while the curly haired boy was continously hitting your sweet spot. You could feel your body tightening while you got closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Do you want me to pull out?” Billy growled while breathing heavily.

“No...just cum in my ass.”

Billy hummed at those words “So you really wanna try everything we just saw.”

He slowly pulled out of you, your whole body aching at the sensation of being left wanting more, just before he carefully pushed inside of you from behind, causing both of you to gasp.

“Fuck y/n I'm not gonna last much longer.”

“Just fuck me Billy..please.”

You did not need to tell him twice, after giving you some time to adjust to this new feeling he began to move with a steady rhythym, slightly fastening his pace.

“Fuck Billy...you feel so good.”, you had tried anal before but that was while being drunk at a party with some dude that clearly didn't know what he was doing, but the feeling of Billy fucking you from behind was something you'd never experienced before.

You're whole body was shaking and you could feel your lower abdomen tightening as you got closer and closer to your high.

“Fuck Billy I'm gonna cum.” You managed to cry out right before your orgasm rushed over you like a crashing wave, you buried your sweaty face and palms into the leather couch while moaning loudly.

This sensation caused Billy to let a fitlhy moan escape from his lips as he came inside of you, making sure to fill you up with every drip of his cum, before pulling out and collapsing on the couch.

The two of you had to take a few moments before either of you could say something. Both still breathing heavily, while sliding down onto the floor, trying to process everything that had just happened.

“So y/n, you're still not sure if I'd do better than those guys in the movie?” Billy chuckled out of breath while putting his jeans back on and lighting a cigarette.

“I'll think about it.” you replied dry while following his example.

“We're a really good team.” “Yeah a team of drunk and stoned idiots.”

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x y/n #wild child ||#wild child || part 2 #stranger things #stranger things imagine #fanfiction

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hqgodspeed · 5 years ago

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a few days after valentine’s day, basteon gather’s the demigods together in the banquet hall, his demeanor seems different than normal, as if the tension between his shoulders is becoming less and less—maybe he’s beginning to believe in the demigods, in their capability to combat the evils of this world.

he clears his throat, arms crossed over his wide chest. “sons of olympus, the time has come to discuss the next trial. we’ve lost one worthy son and gained another. now it’s time to increase those numbers.”

his gaze lingers over each demigod until he stares blankly ahead. “if you believe that you’re ready, step forward and plead your case. let your words sway your companions into action.”

he leaves, then, and demigods begin to stand, one by one, trying to bolster their friends with their words.

𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐌

There’s a silence when the attention turns to the son of Zeus, a careful, stoic expression on his face. In his hand is a heavy, cloth-wrapped object, a symbol. “We’re here again, ready to throw ourselves back in the fire.” He starts, glancing around at the faces of his fellow demigods. “I’ve seen you all survive the flames, emerge stronger, beaten, but better.”

“I’ve faced my own trials too, personal and around the world, both wins and losses.” He pulls the cloth off, revealing the half of Zeus’ shield. “I found this in Greece, and I take it as a sign, one that I have to complete what I’ve started.” He stands tall, back straight. “I’m ready to prove myself.”

𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐎

"it has to be me. i think, there's no roundabout, bullshit way of saying it. i've been here the longest, with ari and tristan, and it's time i show you guys what i've learned and the drive i have to do this. i've lost a lot of friends on the way here, and all those times i always thought i should be going faster. i need help. i need my dad's shoes or whatever, because that's going to be the thing to make sure i actually save the next person. so no one dies on my watch again. i'm ready."

𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇

Daith stood up and cleared his throat as he looked at his fellow demigods. "I have to admit that I wasn't expecting to propose myself for a trial... I honestly planned to wait until the last possible moment because... It would suck a lot if it turns out I'm incapable of it, and I used to think my mother would be so dissapointed that she'd call the next son on line and put me out of my misery" he said, chuckling for a second before his expression turned more serious. "But... things changed. People changed. We lost people... but we also gained them..." he said, smiling at the others briefly, his hand wrapping around the Necklace of Sacrifice, that he never took off now. "I know I'm not the strongest demigod of the bunch. And Ari will be mad at me, but I also have to admit I'm not the best. I panic. I'm selfish. I'm impulsive. I get easily distracted by cute guys..." he said, smirking, as a lot of his current sources of distraction were present. "But I'm also one of the demigods that had stayed the longest here at camp. I used both my fighting and my abilities to survive. But, most of all, I had the support of all of you. And, if the trials and quests had shown us something is that if we don't face challenges united, we will all fall. So I'm willing to put aside my own fails and shortcomings and battle to be recognized as the worthy son of Aphrodite". He then took a deep breath and looked down, to find Mr. Candle waving another flag with his face, which made him laugh. "I understand if you decide to choose another demigod but... know that I'm ready to do this. And that I believe we can do this together. My mother started wars. But she also joined nations under her cult. Love unites us. And, if we are together... Love can conquer all. Thank you all". Mr. Candle waved the flag excitedly before jumping on Daith's lap, clapping and looking at everyone so they would clap too. Or else.

𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑

"So here's the thing," Asher begins, and instantly he felt like he was going through a stint of Deja vu. "A lot has changed since we voted on our last trial. Mostly, we know that there are forces outside of Eris that are coming for us. Forces with powers none of us really know the limits of. I think from a necessity base, we need my artifact that can combat what they can do. I am the son of Time, my father's powers are a trump card, they have to be. If we can secure that, our possibilities are endless." He looked at each of the other demigods, trying to look them each in the eye, "I'm confident that I'm ready to rock my trial. Not only have I been through our latest one, I have assisted in taking down plenty of enemies, and that's just me at half strength. Imagine what I'm capable of once I have my father's gift? Plus. I mean, my father's trial is in the Palace of Westmincer. It beats the hell out of trekking through some enchanted palace. Make the smart move, and give yourself and the rest of us the power of time to get this right. Vote Jones."

𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐎𝐑

"attention, losers," ragnor leapt on the stage and faced the others, a flourish to his movements.

perhaps it wasn’t the wisest to begin a speech with such a term—but he hoped it was as endearing as he’d meant it to be. ragnor’s heartbeats were rampant within his chest, but the smile that cut through his face was bright, rehearsed. he needed to be the bronze-haired hero for them today, someone martyr-boned and trustworthy. it was a performance but a seamless one that came with much ease.

perhaps a part of ragnor truly believed he was a hero.

he began, and for once his words poured out raw; no sugar-coat, no honey.

“i am not going to stir idle conversation about how i am the perfect candidate; i am not.” that, he believed. that, he knew. “but,” ragnor’s gaze swept over every face. “i am not the fuckin’ mess from a few months ago, either. no more drunken shenanigans, no more rookie mistakes. these past few quests and the trial have been exhaustin’, but i’ve saved some of your asses with my dancing skills—helped freed kit’s mother from her corruption—held my own against some of those dark aether dip-shits with ari and keaton.” he steeled his jaw then. “what i am saying is, i am strong enough to take on my father dionysus's trial now, i am ready to face his frenzy." he was also ready to confront whatever curse that laid dormant within him; to let his father's madness cut it from the root. "the anklet may not be that remarkable of an artifact but some of you have seen, first hand how powerful a well-timed dance can be in battle.” he let his smirk unfurl then and made a graceful, theatrical bow to signal the end of his speech.

before ragnor left the stage, however, he added: “also, it's in fuckin' vegas, c'mon.”

𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑

"second verse, same as the first, am i right guys???? haha but seriously, vote tucker rhee! not only will i put my, like, proverbial pedal to the metal, but i promise that i won't let anyone die without a proper seance. also, cali is like a really great vacation spot and stuff, so i'll be able to take everyone out to expensive dinners and we can, like, go to a yoga retreat or something. cheers!!! xoxo!!!"

𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐘

"look," iggy starts, shrugging, "i know i'm newer than most of you that spoke up already, but just because we're new doesn't mean we're not as important." he pointedly looks at everyone, but lingers on the veterans. "you can look down on us all you want, but we're never going to prove ourselves unless you let us." he grins, cocky and sure of himself. "let me be the first to show you all that we newcomers are just as worthy as the rest of you."

𝐊𝐈𝐓

there's a new sense of confidence that swells in the pit of his stomach. before, there was hesitation to his words, in his being. but too many things have happened since talk of the last trial, his eyes have been opened, his focus recentered. "i'm still not the strongest among us." he starts, looking around at each of the demigods gathered. "but i'm relentless." his fingers rest against the table top of their dining tables, closing his eyes for a moment. "i was relentless in trying to figure out where my mother was, so much so that i nearly killed myself trying to find answers. relentless in setting souls to rest after they were forcefully taken from this world. relentless in my pursuit of knowledge." he pauses, eyes lingering over each and every demigod, making eye contact for a moment before looking to the next.

"i found where my mother was, followed the clues that lead ten of us to samothrace. together, we figured out where my mother was, discovered what eris had turned her into—what she might have turned all our parents into." his expression changes, eyes almost flickering dark as he remembers the embryo, the multi-headed abberation that his mother had become when he let her out of her confinement. "and together, we freed her from that corruption, i was willing to die if it meant that she be restored and i almost did—my magic kept me alive and i destroyed the foulness of whatever was corrupting her heart with the magic that runs in my veins. when we got back here, ari and i restored her back to her rightful home down in the crypts and we felt something—power—that was being restored back to olympus, protective magics." his expression softens now, a smile playing upon his lips as he remembers the tremor, that feeling of power that radiated from ancient runes he could barely understand.

his eyes close as he remembers the feeling of her arms around him, the warmth, that same feeling of belonging he's always longed to feel. "she told me she loved me." his voice quiets down to an almost whisper. "she hugged me and told me she was proud of me." his eyes open, the softness of his expression mirroring the look on his face. "and she told me something else, something that this trial—my trial—is the next step in doing."

he takes a deep breath, a sigh parting his lips. "she told me that when i ascend, we'd be together forever. she believes in me." he looks out now, his expression gentle, but a fire lingers beneath the surface of his eyes, one that burns with determination. "and i hope that the rest of you will, too. i'm ready. i was willing to die in order to help the cause, but now i'm willing to survive and fight until we get our parents back and defeat this darkness once and for all."

he takes a seat, eyes still looking out at each of the demigods until his gaze rests on ragnor, a smile on his face as the nerves begin to settle in.

#gstrials

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sometimesrosy · 5 years ago

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honestly i admire your metas and positivity but for me this show ended,i know you think JR is different but the100 is gonna be another dissapointment like all the shows right now, b/c it won't happen not ambigous just not happening but clx or b/e either, because JR change the story after clx blackash he changed the story, course is b/c story and they WERE endgame since the begining,now to make all sides happy they won't be endgame and it's unfair for the story. i hate the100 fans so much.

thank you for your admiration, but your theory here doesn’t make sense with the canon we have already gotten.

and it is JUST a theory, one that derives from feelings of anger, upset, bitterness, mistrust, persecution and self centeredness.

Let me explain. You are hurt that the show did not go in the direction you wanted it and thought it would go. You have focused on the backlash of CL as some sort of key to you getting or not getting what you want. You think that JR is trying to placate fans who are angry (and all of them are angry) and in so doing, will create a story where NO ONE is happy. Not CLs not B/Es not BCs and not the creators... because it’s not the story they wanted to tell.

First of all, that means that you think this story is being written around the fans and their desires, whether FOR their desires or against them, it puts the fans desires at the center of the story. THAT is what I mean by your theory being self centered. You literally think the story of The 100 is about you and other fans.

That’s not what is happening.

You say of course the story is about B/C and this has been from the beginning and this was the plan in the beginning and I can’t fault you for that interpretation because I share it and there’s lots of evidence for it.

But your NEW interpretation is that they are no longer DOING that endgame Bellarke, and you simply have no evidence for that. Because the story has CONTINUED to focus on Bellarke.

If you’re saying that they’re going to keep the story platonic, I’d have to argue that it is too late for that interpretation, because Bellarke has gone explicitly romantic with multiple conversations of how much Bellamy loves (AND THAT WORD HAS BEEN USED) Clakre, and comparisons to both B/E, comparing his romantic love for Echo with how he feels about Clarke, AND another epic love story, this one tragic, with Josephine and Gabriel. The relationship between Clarke and Bellamy has not STOPPED being the center of the story, it has become, on the contrary, THE ACTUAL MAIN PLOT, AND it is being framed as romantic.

So, while we have not gotten consummation of Bellarke with our beloved kiss/confess/sex, and we have not gotten Bellarke to REACH the goal of a romantic union, the story that takes us closer to that romantic union has been set up, moved forward, and held back.... not because it’s going to remain ambiguous but because THEY ARE ABOUT TO TAKE US TO ROMANTIC ENDGAME in season 7.

They have been saving the romantic endgame for the end of the story, because THAT is how important it is to the story.

Having it not be reached yet is not a sign that it is ambiguous, that they have given up on it or that it’s not happening.

It just hasn’t gotten to the end of the story. It is a slow burn. That’s just what it is, no matter how we don’t want it to be. You have to deal with that and with what it means to WRITE an epic slowburn.

The consummation takes longer to get to, but it is deeper and more meaningful and more organic.

And don’t you dare come into my inbox with your anti opinion.

You are part of the 100 fandom, my dear. The same 100 fandom that you hate. You’re doing the same thing. Erasing canon content to feed your woe-is-me bitterness because you didn’t get the story you want. And you are sending your negativity to someone who doesn’t share it and in fact loves The 100, loves the canon story of Bellarke, and really enjoys the writing.

I don’t think JR is “different” I am fully aware he is hollywood too. But I’m watching his actions to SEE what he’s doing. And he’s wrapping up the story he’s been writing since the beginning. And he’s developing that endgame that you think he tossed. He is putting the seeds and development INTO the plot so that when it falls together, it’s all going to feel natural and real, not forced. He’s doing a love triangle but he doesn’t want it to end in the stereotypical melodrama, but rather a satisfying conclusion. That’s why he’s building Echo UP to have her own needs separate from B/E, so when B/E ends, because they cannot give each other what they each need, it will be positive for Echo and she won’t simply be the one who loses to Clarke.

I don’t think you have been following the narrative arcs. You’re missing the development as it’s happening and will only be able to understand after it happens and you can go back and put the pieces together that I’ve been putting together all along. And also, that is fine. I recognize that I am not the general audience and am familiar with how the magic tricks work, while most of the audience is just watching the show and flash and dazzle, as they are supposed to. But you’ve let the fandom negativity into your head, so now all you have is a belief that it’s all fake and none of it is happening, and you’re making yourself miserable over it.

And in so doing, you are blaming the show, the writer, the industry, the fandom, and not just having enough patience to wait until the end of the show and find out what happens. You’re prejudiced and acting as if your prejudgment is canon and truth. And it’s just not. It’s a feeling you have, one not based in canon.

But you’re sending it to me to... I don’t know why. To make sure I understand the truth that it’s all shit? (it isn’t.) To convince me that bellarke is dead? (just STOP FUCKING DOING THAT. ship and let ship.) To complain? (I don’t want to hear it.) To beg me for a more hopeful theory? (but you’re reading my meta and you dont’ believe me so why are you asking for more?) To make me feel bad and hopeless like you do? (how dare you. that is toxic and aggressive and mean.)

STOP.

If you dont’ like the show, then stop watching. Or if you can’t bear to give it up, fine keep watching. But you don’t need to exacerbate your upset feelings by engaging with fandom. If you think I’m writing neat meta but am delusional, please do me the favor of unfollowing me. I don’t need that kind of toxicity in my life. If you like the hope my metas give you but still dont’ believe, that’s your choice, and I DO NOT NEED TO HEAR how my canon evidence is less important than your feelings. And my feelings are less important than your feelings.

Don’t send me any more asks like this or you will be blocked.

This is a bellarke positive blog, and you don’t have to believe in bellarke or even love bellarke to read or to send me asks, but you have to NOT SEND ME ANTI BELLARKE STUFF. And heartbroken bellarkes who think bellarke is dead count as antis. YOu dont’ believe. Keep it to yourself. Write it on YOUR blog. Not mine. If the show ended for you then go away. I’m watching the show. And I like it. You and I aren’t fans of the same thing anymore.

#y'all are worse than the clxas i swear

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spacegirlapollo · 5 years ago

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Into the Storm (Peter X Reader)

Pairing: Peter X Reader ( Mary)

No Warnings

Action/Fluff/Drama

One shot

Reading Under the break

Heavy rain sloshed like bricks on the empty New York Streets. Your heavy footsteps could barely be heard over the sounds of the thick and angry rain. If there was anything to be grateful for on the worst day of your life, it was the fact that your shoes had enough grip to run through the wet and soggy streets. No one sane would have been caught outside, and those who were semi - insane were at least underneath restaurant or shop awnings.

It wasn’t like the rain had been going for a while, in fact by your rushed calculations it had only been raining this hard for three minutes.

You whipped your head around at the sound of thunder cracking open the sky above you. There was no one in the street behind you but that didn’t mean that they weren't close.

You could see it in front of you, your father’s building with the bright and shiny A that lit up the night. You just needed to get into the doors. You just needed to past the threshold and you would be safe.

--20 mins earlier--

“Mary!” Tony yelled out, the sound of his pulsers shooting out its blast, almost drowning out his scream. You turned to look at your father, your heart thudding in your chest.

“Get Peter and go!” He yelled and you flinched from the sound of his voice popping in your ear set.

You were standing inside of a large dome, the size of a football field, and wind was whipping past your face a mile a minute. All around you were the other Avengers, either unconscious or severely injured. You could see Peter, still in his suit struggling to get off of the floor.

And in the middle of the dome was Nathan Alex, and other than having two first names, he had the ability to control the weather. And not just any weather, storms, was his specialty. You had heard the stories when your father and the rest of the Avengers had defeated them before, but you never knew just how terrifying tornadoes being thrown at you was until it happened.

“Mary!” Tony called again. Your view shifted from the barely able to move Peter to your father who was the last man standing against Nathan.

“I’m not leaving !” You yelled into your ear piece moving your hair out of your face as it whipped violently in the wind.

Tony sent another blast towards Nathan but Nathan was to quick and and sent a wind strong enough to knock you on your back and to ruin the aim on your fathers shot. You stood up, and huffed a breath. This was getting annoying. And you were starting to feel a little… scared. You’d seen your father and his team take down worse than Nathan. What was was so different about this time?

Tony hadn’t wanted you to come, trying to convince you by saying that taking down Nathan would be easy and boring and that you wouldn't have any fun. But then when you shot back with how if Nathan was so easy to take down, what was he scared of , he gave you a look before letting you come with. Only as an emergency plan. That’s what you always were, the backup plan. The last resort. You’re powers were a little…. Hard to control and everyone knew that which is why you always had to stay back, or watch from the sidelines.

“I can take him!” you yell into your ear piece.

“No!’ Tony said before being knocked down by more wind. “Get her out of here Peter!” Tony said. You were confused but as you turned around you could see that Peter, your worn and beat up boyfriend was crouched next to you. He seemed barely able to stand up. But he gave you that cute lopsided smile of his before getting more serious.

“Sorry, m’bout this babe.” He slurred before striking your back with something in his hand. It was too quick to react but you could feel the tiny rocket kick start and start to drag you backwards.

“No Peter No!” You screamed before the tiny rocket pulled you out of the dome in quick speeds. The last thing you could see was Tony falling hard to the ground and Peter collapsing next to him.

You for a moment thought it was raining, but it was tears falling down your eyes as you were pulled against your will from the dome.

---- Present Time ----

Because of how uncontrollable your powers were, you knew that your father kept vials of tranquilizer somewhere in his lab to make sure that if you were to ever get out of control, they had a chance of stopping you.

You feet hit the tiled lobby of your home and you took a deep breath. You made it. Now all you had to do was get the vials for later. But as you turned around you were thrown off your feet as a large gust of wind knocked out the glass of the lobby and swung the doors open. There was Nathan, his eyes a weird white color that reflected the storm outside.

“Please!” You said loudly to be heard over the rain, you could feet the cuts where the glass had sliced your skin.

“Don’t make me do this.”

Thunder cracked again and Nathan’s looked down at you. He hadn’t said much all during the fight but now he spoke.

“Your father ruined my life, so now I will ruin his.” He stepped forward looking ready to kill and you took a deep breath.

Suddenly he was moving in slow motion. Every step he took seemed to take forever. You could feel the tingling in your bones, the energy being ready to be set free. You could just feel it ready to take over.

Finally it was going to be free.

Finally it was going to be released.

Finally. Said the voice of the being inside of you. You were alot line the Hulk in that another person seemed to live inside you. You had control most of the time over that person, but when you let it out, they were pure fire and energy. They were hungry for blood and screams. And they were almost too powerful to be contained. Innocent people were likely to get hurt.

“Fine.” You growled as your whole being seemed to be on fire. Nathan seemed to hesitate for a moment as your whole body went up in flames. You smirked.

“Let’s do this.” Nathan said his eyes turning a fiery blue color. You smirked and clinched your fist together in a fighting stance.

Nathan grew a tornado from the palm of his head and threw it at you.You were prepared this time. As the windy inferno approached you opened your mouth to exhale. You sucked in the wind as if it was a piece of spaghetti.

You could feel the power in you growing as you absorb the force of the wind. There was really no way to define what was in you, but it craved power and blood and control. It didn't matter where it came from, it only made you stronger. And that’s where the danger comes in. You typically felt like you had two hands on the wheel when it came to your mind. But the sudden need, addiction to power would take one hand on the wheel and steer you in the bloodiest direction, and it took quite a bit to get you to stop.

Aren’t you angry? The voice asked, and in your mind you could see the tired and crumpled bodies of the people you had come to know as family. And the defeated face of your father as he lied there next to Peter. Sweet, goofy Peter. You were pretty young but you knew that you were going to marry that boy. You knew that he hadn’t wanted you to come to the dome to fight either, but he hadn’t said anything because he knew how much you hated sitting at home, waiting for everyone to come back in one piece when you could have helped. You thought about his lopsided smile he gave you to mask all the pain he was obviously in. So yeah you were a little pissed off.

There she is. The voice said as you felt your heart rate picking up and you could hear your heavy angry breaths coming from your lips. You were pretty pissed off. And now it was time to end this.

Nathan was still hovering above the air, the thunder and lighting were crackling now and you could see the faces of people looking out from their windows and from alley ways to watch the fight.

“Impressive.” Nathan said. “ No wonder Daddy keeps you a secret like his personal lab rat.”

Your eye twitched at this and Nathan smirked seeing that he hit a nerve.

“You’re just a freak. The rest of us can control our powers, but I’m betting you can’t. You wouldn't even be able to stop yourself hurting your own father!”

“Shut up!” You screamed, the flames that were engulfing you burned brighter.

“ You’re just a stupid little girl who dissapoints her dad! But don’t worry after I’m finished killing you, I’ll make sure that Tony sees you and can be dissapointed in you one more time.”

“SHUT UP!” Your voice came out booming, and the tornado that you had sucked in came bursting back out with flames spiraling towards Nathan at incredible speeds.

Nathan narrowly missed it and you could see the worry grace his face for a half second.

You ran forward, each of you steps sounding like wrecking balls striking concrete. You let out a howl that was more than just a battle cry. It rang of the buildings and echoed through the sky becoming louder even than the thunder.

You were lifted into the air by sheer force of will and punched Nathan on his shocked face.

He went tumbling backwards his storm faltering and the sky starting to clear up. He landed on his back, hard into the pavement.

You slammed down on top of his straddling this waist and punched him again with a fiery fist.

“BEG FOR ME TO STOP” You screamed, your voice no longer belonging to you. You were one with the rage now, and there was no going back. You were punching him so hard that the concrete began to split underneath his head.

The key to getting to Nathan was just being able to touch him. He did such a good job with keeping you away from him with his storms, but when you had him pinned he was useless.

The sky began to clear up and you could feel the sun on your back as you raised your hand again to punch the now unconscious Nathan. You wanted Blood.

You could faintly here the crackle of your ear com, and people speaking through it.

“Who’s got eyes?” Tony said, he sounded like he was running.

“ I do, Right outside the steps of the building, we need that stuff now Tony.” Clint said

“ I got it.” Steve was saying and he also sounded like he was running.

Your turned to look behind you and you could see Steve, bloody and clothes tore, running up the stairs in the Avengers tower, and you immediately knew what he was after. They wanted to stop you, shut you down.

“NO!” You screamed again and began bum rushing for the tower. Before you could enter, there was a gust of wind and Thor dropped down in front of you.

“Mary, I cannot let you pass, you are not well.” He said, trying to give you a warm smile, but you could see the determination in his eyes.

“I am not well? It is you Thor son of Odin who will be unwell.” You say and your fire begins to go up again.

“Got em.” Steve’s barely audible voice says.

“Give them here.” Tony says, and before you can make a move towards Thor, there was your father coming down to the ground and limping out of his suit, In his hands were the needles full of tranq.

“Mary sweetie.” He said and he took a step forward.

“NO!” You screamed, the being in side of you knowing that it would be over soon, and it had barely gotten a taste of freedom.

“You keep me locked away! You hide me because you are ashamed! Ashamed of all my power!”

“Sweetie, I’m not ashamed of you.” Tony said taking another step towards you while you took another one back.

“ I love you, and I don't want you to get hurt.” He said, continually moving closer as you step further from him. “ Your gift is amazing, but sometimes it’s also a curse. And until you can learn to control it, we have to do this.”

Tears were falling from your face again, you felt like maybe you were gaining a bit of the wheel back from the anger.

“You’re lying!” the voice said from your lips again, desperate.. “ I don’t want to go back!”

“I’m sorry sweetie.” Tony said and stopped moving towards you. You paused confused , then felt the sting of needles entering your back. Liquid coarsed through your veins quickly and you turned around to see Peter, holding the empty syringes.

He looked sad and worn out. And you suddenly felt ashamed. You must have done it again. Gone out of control.

You felt your consciousness slipping and the ground felt uneasy. Almost as if in slow motion, Peter reached out for you as your world went black. The last thing you could remember was his warm body pressed next to you.

------------- 2 days later ---------------

It took an entire 48 hours for you to waken again. It was typically like this, the tranq was a heavy dose, but “going dark” as you liked to call it, also took up all your energy and your body needed time to even wake up again. Sometimes a whole week could go by before you were awake.

But as you woke you could smell the smells of your room, you made sure it always smelled like spices and autumn. You blinked your eyes open slowly as things came into view. You were in fact in your room, in your bed. It was night, you could tell from the moonlight coming from your window.

The view to your left made your heart skip a beat, there was peter, sleep on a cot next to your bed. You could see where he was healing from some cuts and bruises. His eyes were a bit puffy as he slept soundly.

It all came back to you all at once and suddenly you began to cry. You tried to control your sniffs but you couldn’t. Peter stirred and stretched a bit. He looked up at you expecting to see you still sleeping but his face dropped at seeing you cry.

Without saying anything he rose from his cot and pulled back the covers on the bed, he slid in and pulled you close. You appreciated his warmth as you cried heavily into his shoulder.

“I’m sorry.” You said when you had finished. He pulled back and smiled his Peter Parker smile at you.

“ There's nothing to be sorry for babe, you saved us. You did what none of us could. We wouldn't be here without you.”

You hadn't thought of it like that.

“But I was out of control again.” You said softly back.

Peter shrugged and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“You know how many cities Hulk has ruined? You being a little out of control is nothing.”

You laughed a little at this and his smile brightened.

“I love you, Peter Parker.” You said. It wasn’t the first time that you had said it. But you really meant it.

“And I love you, Mary Stark” He replied. “ And I’m never going to let anything happen to you.”

His usual goofiness was gone and he was serious, just like you had been. He rubbed his thumb softly on your chin before bringing you closer for a kiss.

A soft, lovely kiss, that made your heart swell. You could have been lost in him for days, but a cough made you both jump back.

There was Tony, smirking at the both of you, holding breakfast, for two.

“ Hi dad.” You said with a small smile. He beamed back at you.

“Hi Sweetie.”

----- Hope you liked it !

#peter x reader #peter x y/n #peter parker oneshot #peter parker #peter parker x reader #marvel #marvel fanfiction

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digifangirl97 · 5 years ago

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Double Date Café

I think I’m on a writing high after New to the Family cuz I wrote another fic!! I had trouble picking a prompt out of an old text doc I made that was full of them so I had a site called Wheel Decide pick for me and it picked “Yurise Kannao Double Date” soooo I wrote a fic where Yu, Rise, Kanji, and Naoto go on a double date!! It came out differently than what I originally had in my head but I still love it and I hope you love it too!!

Yu looked at his watch realising he had indeed arrived early as the others had yet to show up, but just then he heard a quick set of footsteps from behind him.

“Senpai~” called a familiar cheerful voice, he turned around to find his two of his kōhai, Rise and Naoto walking toward him from the entrance of Okina Station, Rise ran up and grabbed his arm followed by a kiss on his cheek.

“Did we make you wait long?” asked Rise with a giggle.

“No, you two got here not long after me, actually.” he said with a smile.

“That’s good.” said Naoto with a calm sense of relief in her voice, “By the way Senpai is Kanji-kun with you as well?” she said as she looked at around at their surroundings.

“Nope, haven’t gotten any calls or texts from him either but I’m sure he’ll be here soon.”

“I see...well then I guess we’ll have to wait till he arrives then.” she said sounding somewhat dissapointed.

With a joking sigh Rise said “It’s just like Kanji to be late but you think he’d try to be at least somewhat on time for a date with his, y’know, girlfriend~”

“R-R-Rise-san, please!! W-We all can’t be on time for everything so i-it’s fine!” Naoto tried covering her face with her hat in an attempt to hide the blush that was forming due to Rise’s statement of her and Kanji’s relationship and was failing miserably at it, her face was as red as an apple and it was clear as day to both Yu and Rise.

Yu couldn’t help but laugh which made Naoto’s blush worse and with a cocky but cheerful smile Rise continued, “And what’s with you calling him ‘Kanji-kun’? You two are dating now!! Drop the honorifics!!”

“I-I couldn’t do that!! It’d be rude of me, and besides you should speak for yourself Rise-san, you still call your boyfriend ‘Senpai’.” Naoto retorted her with a confident smile on her face albeit with some redness still there.

Rise couldn’t think of anything to say to that so she just pouted and tightened her grip on Yu’s arm which made him chuckle, at that moment from behind them they heard a load voice cry out “H-Hey!!” they turned to find Kanji running toward them, he was wearing a nice-looking yellow sweater they all know he must have made himself along with some very new-looking dress pants he clearly bought in a hurry for their double date.

“Finally!! Where have you been?!” scolded Rise with her hands now in the air clearly still upset from Naoto’s retort from earlier.

“Calm down, it hasn’t been that long Rise.” said Yu with a chuckle and a calming smile, clearly amused by hope worked up his girlfriend was.

“Still!!”

“S-Sorry I had to help Ma with the shop.” panted Kanji as he tried to catch his breath.

“H-Hello Kanji-kun.” Naoto greeted Kanji, her cheeks pink.

“H-Hey.” Kanji returned her greeting cheeks full red.

Rise’s cheeks puffed out as she looked at them annoyed, the only person to notice this was Yu due to Kanji and Naoto being too busy nervously looking at either each other or the ground.

“Ugh, new couples.” she said with a quiet growl.

“Rise please they’ve only been dating for a few weeks.” whispered Yu to Rise.

“Yeah, I know but still you think they’d be able to go on their first date by themselves instead of having to make it a double date with us.”

“Rise.”

“What?”

“You do remember you’re the one who wanted to go a double date and you’re the one who invited them to go on it, right?” said Yu mimicking Rise’s cocky smile from earlier.

“T-That’s only because we don’t know any other couples!!”

“Uh huh, sure.” he said with a laugh which just made Rise pout more.

He gently lifted her face to reach his and gave her a kiss and then said “Come on let’s have some fun, ok?”

“Ok~” she said giving in to his charm, he was always good at calming her down when she was upset and this moment was no exception.

Her cheery spirt came back tenfold as she then ran up and patted the backs of the new couple to get their attention which startled them both.

“Ok you two time to get this double date started!!” she yelled cheerfully with her fists in the air.

“Y-Yes we should get going, right Kanji-kun?”

“R-Right.”

And with that Rise went to grab Yu’s arm once again as they started walking towards their destination which was Chagall Café, once there and at their seats they placed their orders and waited.

With a long relaxed sigh Rise said “I love this place, their coffee is great!”

“Yes, it’s quite good.” said Yu as he took off his coat.

“You do come here often, although I have to ask Senpai, what are the cafés in Tokyo like?” asked Naoto once again curious to hear what her Senpai’s home city was like.

“Well, I’ve only ever been to one café there but I can’t remember the name of it I think was.....French?”

“Ohhhh~ Sounds fancy!! We should go there together one day Senpai! Pretty please?” begged Rise tilting her head as she looked at him.

“Of course.” he smiled as he gave he in to her begging.

“Hmmm it does sound quite nice, perhaps I should also check it out if I go to Tokyo one day.” said Naoto with a satisfied smile on her face.

“U-Um maybe we could go there together too?” said a nervous Kanji in an attempt to join the conversation.

“Ah! Y-Yes, of course....u-umm...”

‘Uhhhhh.”

“You two ok over there?” said Rise to make sure the two of them didn’t get lost in their nervousness once again.

“Y-Yes!! We’re fine.” said Naoto somewhat startled at the sudden question.

“Y-Yeah! Totally fine...”

Rise silently called bullshit, “Sorry for the wait! Here’s your coffee!!”, the waitress set the coffee on the table and left the couples to their drinks.

“Finally...” said Yu with a happy sigh as he took a sip, so did the others.

“This was definitely worth the wait~”

“Mmhmm, it is quite nice.”

“I-It’s alright, I’m not that big of a coffee guy y’know?” said Kanji who was rubbing his throat due to the heat of the coffee.

“Oh really? What do you prefer?” asked Naoto

“Stuff like soda and uhhh simple stuff like that....yeah...”

“I see....um...well how about you two?”

At this point Rise has had enough of these two avoiding talking to each other and decided she was going to force them to talk the only way she knew how.

“Hey Senpai could you come with me for a second?” she asked in a sweet but still demanding tone.

“Uhhh sure? Why-WHOA!!” as soon as he agreed Rise yanked him out of the chair and dragged him to a place they couldn’t be seen but could still keep and eye on Knaji and Naoto.

“What on Earth are we doing? Why have you dragged me from my coffee?” asked Yu who dearly missed the cup of coffee he had almost finished.

“SHHH!! They’ll hear us!” Rise was peeking behind a wall watching something and was joined by Yu who was now curious as to what she was having them do, they watched the as table sat Kanji and Naoto who were now alone with each other wondered where they had gone.

“I wonder where Rise-san dragged Senpai in such a hurry.” wondered Naoto as she put her cup down.

“Y-Yeah...”

The two just sat there not really knowing what to say to each other, they had only been dating a couple of weeks but had yet to go on a proper date until Rise had invited them on a double date with her and Yu to Chagall Café, neither of them had the courage to say no so they agreed to go with them and now they weren’t here and neither of them knew what to do.

“....Tea.”

“Hm?”

“You asked what drinks I like and uhh I like tea too....”

“Oh, I see, I’ll admit is quite good but I don’t get to have it as often as I’d like.”

“You wanna come over some time and have it? My Ma is pretty good at making it! She’s the whole reason I like so much.”

“I’d love to”

“Cool!! What’s your favorite tea? I can have Ma make it!”

“Hmmm.” Naoto thought for a moment “Hōjicha, that’s my favorite.”

“All right, I’ll buy the ingredients and next time you come over I can have Ma make it for us!” said Kanji with the same confidence that Naoto loved him for and she couldn’t help but smile at him, after that the awkwardness around them seemed to be gone and they talked like normal while sipping on their coffee.

Meanwhile, behind a nearby wall Rise was beaming at the fact the two were finally talking to each other and looked at Yu with a smug face that said ‘I told you so’.

“All right, all right I get you win and I’ll admit I am glad they’re finally talking, now can we please go sit back down? I know my coffee is going to be cold but I still want to finish it.”

“Sure and I’ll order you a warm cup.” she said with a warm smile.

“You paying?”

“Of course!!”

“Good, I love you.”

“Love you too.”

#persona 4 #yurise #yu narukami #rise kujikawa #kannao #kanji tatsumi #naoto shirogane #my post #my fic #I GUESS THAT'S A TAG NOW

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a-dreamer-named-mars · 7 years ago

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Imagine Christmas Morning With Your Little Family

You were sleeping peacefully. You were resting your head on Jamie's chest as you snuggled with him and heard his heart beating, alongside with the feeling of warmth that he could always provide you. You were indeed in deep sleep, until a noise coming from the hallway woke you up slowly.

You could hear footsteps, little feet hitting the wooden floor, making you smile lazily, knowing exactly who it was that was running through the hallway on the second floor of your home, that you've shared with your husband Jamie for about eight years now.

You met him about fifteen years ago when you were teaching your first class. You were an elementary school teacher and you had started working that year when Jamie and his partner went to the school your worked at and visited every class, including yours, to teach little kids about the importance of policing and that whenever they were in trouble they could seek a cop for help... that kind of stuff. You honestly can't remember very well what it was that he was telling the class because you were mesmerized by him. He was the most handsome man you have ever laid your eyes on, plus he was great with the kids. And he was nice and kind... Anything you could hope for in a man. By the end of the lecture, you walked them out of the class and you must have caused that very same effect on him because he too seemed stunned by you and was brave enough to ask you for your phone number. He lied though... Said he needed it to give to the his boss so he could contact you in a couple of months ahead to see what the kids thought on the cops coming to their school. Turns out the only person who called was him, about a week later, and it was to ask you out on a date. You said yes and after two hours of being with him, you found out you had a lot in common and the rest... is history.

Two little bodies jumped on the bed, knocking you out of the doze you were in, and waking up Jamie from his peacefull sleep.

"Wake up! It's Christmas!" Your six year old daughter said as she laid on her dad's back.

"Whoa..." Jamie said with his raspy voice, that you loved, from still being a bit sleepy. "Is it?"

"Yes, daddy! We have to go downstairs to see what Santa got us!" She replied, her voice full of excitment.

Jamie turned his head to you and you simply just smiled at him with shrug of your shoulders.

"Yes mommy, let's go!" This time it was your three year old son, who laid down between his parents with pleading blue eyes, just like his dad's, starring right into yours.

"Alright who else wants a piggy back ride down the stairs?"

Jamie got up from the bed, Emma hugging him, legs wrapped around his back and her little hands tugging at his collar.

"I do!!!" Joe, your son, said before jumping on his father's back.

"Anyone else?"

"Oh, I would love to but I can't live with my conscience clear if you break your back with all the three of us on top of you." You said as you sat down on the bed.

He let out a little laugh and started walking down the stairs, slowly, carrying your children on his back. You got up and put on your robe before walking down the steps to meet them on the living room where you had your very well decorated Christmas tree,with all the handmade ornaments your kids made in kindergarten, with all the wrapped gifts underneath. You found them sitting on the floor and joined the group, taking your place next to Jamie.

"Can we start opening them?" Emma asked, looking at her parents.

"Sure thing, love." You said before kissing the top of her head.

She didn't know how to read yet, at least not perfectly, so they needed help with you and Jamie telling them which gifts were to.

"Wow! Santa gave me a chalkboard! I'm so happy!"

"Let's see if he got you something else too..." Jamie said as he searched for his gift to Emma under the tree. He had a hard time finding it but once he did, he smiled and handed it to her. It was something she really wanted too, and he was positive she'd be thrilled once she opened it.

She tore the wrapping paper apart quickly and gasped in surprise when she saw what it was.

"The Frozen castle!!"

"You like it?" He asked, even though by admiring her expression, she didn't need to say anything to answer his question.

It was the castle from Frozen, the Disney movie, where Else lived and she's been saying she wanted it ever since she saw the movie. Last year it was sold out and this year Jamie made sure he was the first one to buy it, getting up an hour earlier than usual just to be the first one entering the mall, able to escape the big crowd of parents that wanted to buy their kids the perfect gift, on the Black Friday extravaganza. And to say that castle was huge was the understatement of the century.

"Yes!!! How did Santa know I wanted this?"

"You did wrote him a letter saying that's what you wanted, didn't you?" You asked, as you tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

"Yes, I did."

Before Joe could open his gifts, she still opened her other gifts from the other family members, which included three DVD's of her favorite movies from uncle Danny, a very very very cute dress from her aunt Erin and few other stuff from her greatgrandpa and grandfather.

"You know why Santa gave you all these things? Because you're on the nice list." He said before benting down to kiss the top of her head.

Your kids were indeed very nice kids, not only during this time of the year, but also throughout the whole twelve months. They definitely got their kind hearts from Jamie. Not that you hadn't one, but he was a whole different level of kindess. And you were glad your kids got it from him.

Joe was no exception, and he too received lots of gifts but the one he liked the most, was the one you had bought him.

It was a Hot Wheels track set... And it wasn't just any track set, it was the biggest one they've made during all these years. It was his only wish for Santa, and you knew he'd freak out when he saw the big box and what it had inside.

"No way!!!" He said before gasping and looking at the blue and orange box with his eyes wide opened.

Yes, you know that was maybe a little too advanced for a three year old but that's what he wanted and even if he didn't play with it much during this first year, you knew that at least in a year or two, that'd be his favorite thing to play with.

"You wanna open the other gifts?" Jamie asked, already handing him the box that contained his gift for him.

Joe took it from him and started ripping the paper apart, just like his sister did, and smiled big when he saw what it was.

It was an NYPD set. And that contained one NYPD uniform, a plastic shiled and weapon (you were totally against that but Jamie was raised by cops and he turned out fine so, what's really wrong with it?), a (real) walkie talkie that had a matching one for someone else to play with him, plus miniature cars of every vehicle the NYPD owned. Jamie and his brother were really trying to get Joe to like the job but the thing is... He's still too young and at this point, he doesn't care a lot about it.

"Wow, that's really cool, isn't it, daddy?"

Jamie was so proud and happy that he actually liked the gift that he could not stop grinning.

"Yep, it's pretty cool. You gotta show that to uncle Danny, he's gonna love it!"

He said that but Joe was already into the other boxes. He got a perfume from Erin and a huge box set of playdoh, that he was thrilled about, from Danny, plus some other great gifts from Henry and Frank.

"Mommy, why don't you and daddy open your gifts from Santa?"

Jamie and you shared a smile and got your boxes. You had agreed that you were only opening the gifts that you had bought in you kids' names for each other, and that the ones that you bought for him and that he bought for you, you were opening in your bedroom, alone, since you had all the receipts and well... Santa doesn't usually give kids that.

Emma had offered you a red and cozy sweater that you loved and that you were craving for a couple of months and yes... you might have given a hint to Jamie. And Joe, bought you a new school brief case, that you also liked very much.

Now Jamie, had gotten a watch from Joe and a new suit from Emma, that he also liked a lot.

"Alright, I think we're all done here... Why don't you go sit at the table and wait for us to get back and cook breakfast. Daddy's gona shave and mommy's gonna brush her hair okay?" Jamie said, walking them to the kitchen table, making sure they were sitting there quietly while they waited for you to get back down.

* * *

"Okay, so I really hope you like it. I think you will but, see it for yourself." You said before handing Jamie your Christmas gift to him.

"It's from you so, I know I will." He said, before opening the box carefully. He picked up the card and started reading on the back.

"Wow... This sounds amazing!" He stated, before looking at you.

"Really?"

"Yes, thank you so much!"

You offered him a two night getaway, just for the two of them, on a hotel near the beach.

"I figured we both needed at least two nights of rest and three days of peace and quiet and just a few days to spoil ourselves." You explained yourself to him.

"Well, I hate to dissapoint you but those two nights aren't gonna be that restful..." He said before kissing your lips.

You laughed at him and opened his gift, that he was giving you.

"Same speech for you, I hope you like it."

You smiled and opened the box, gasping when you saw what it was.

"Aw, thank you so much! You're so cheesy, I love you!" You said, leaning in to kiss him.

It was a thin gold necklace with a heart that was engraved and that said "Jamie & (Y/N)" .

"Did you really like it?"

"Yes! I loved it! Thank you." You said before kissing him again.

"Merry Christmas, babe."

"Merry Christmas." You said before a noise interrupted you. Or better saying, a voice.

It was Emma calling out for you two, and you quickly put the gifts away before going down the stairs and cooking and eating breakfast with your adorable children.

#jamie reagan #jamie reagan imagines #jamie x reader #christmas #christmas morning #blue bloods #danny reagan #will estes #donnie wahlberg #erin reagan #bridget moynahan #christmas imagine #merry christmas #merry xmas #xmas

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classybynina · 7 years ago

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90 Most Powerful Secrets in Life.

1. Being great at dealing with people is not an inborn talent. It is made through tons of research and deliberate practice.

2. A big part of emotional intelligence is being able to feel an emotion without having to act on it. Uncontrollable desires make you seem weak, unworthy and pathetic.

3. Don’t ever try to impress people by revealing your secrets or flaunting your achievements, for its effect is often the opposite of what you expected. Stay low-key, stop telling people more than they need to know.

4. Move in silence, never let them know your next move. You are more likely to achieve your goals if you keep them to yourself.

5. Keep your effort and your tricks to yourself and you seem to be an untouchable genius.

6. You must not be afraid of your uniqueness and you must care less and less what people think of you. Confidence is not ‘they will like me’. Confidence is ‘I’ll be fine if they don’t’.

7. If you find yourself constantly trying to prove your worth to someone, you have already forgotten your value. Let others worry about being socially acceptable; those types are a dime a dozen.

8. Trust yourself more and others less. The only way to survive is to admit you are on your own, learn to make your own decisions, and trust your judgement.

9. Respect people’s feelings. Even if it doesn’t mean anything to you, it could mean everything to them. Never deprive someone of hope; it might be all that they have.

10. Set your price high. Even those who turn you down respect you for your confidence, and that respect will eventually pay off in ways you cannot imagine.

11. Don’t underestimate the seductive power of an elaborate vocabulary.

12. Sometimes the easiest way to solve a problem is to stop participating in the problem.

13. People judge you by appearances, the image you project through your actions, words, and style. Act like a king or queen to be treated like one. If you do not take control of this process, then people will see and define you the way they want to, often to your detriment.

14. You are the king or queen and you ignore what offends you. If you waste time and energy in such entanglements, it is your own fault.

15. If you allow people to feel they possess you to any degree, you lose all power over them. By not committing your affections, they will only try harder to win you over.

16. You need to turn your back on what you want, show your contempt and disdain. The less interest you reveal, the more superior you seem.

17. A fake friend can do more damage than a hundred honest enemies. They hide certain qualities and opinions in order to keep you in their side. They are also more prone to envy and ingratitude. Watch who you trust, betrayals are born through friendship.

18. Don’t ever say anything you don’t want played back to you someday.

19. Individuals are honest only to the extent that suits them (including their desire to please others).

20. Evaluate the people in your life; then promote, demote, or terminate. You’re the CEO of your own life. The smarter you are, the more selective you become.

21. Do not underestimate the effects of your pessimistic, unambitious, or disorganized friends. If someone isn’t making you stronger, they’re making you weaker. Flee from negative people’s presence or suffer the consequences.

22. Surround yourself with people that reflect who you want to be and how you want to feel, energies are contagious. Surround yourself with those on the same mission as you.

23. Be with really smart people. A group of smart people can often feed off of each other and become more than the sum of their individual parts. If you ever find that you’re the smartest person in the room, you need to find another room.

24. If you have the right of way, take it. Say “no” without explaining yourself. Don’t be afraid to dissapoint. What you allow is what will continue, don’t tolerate bad behaviors.

25. If you need to turn people down, it is best to do so politely and respectfully. Some people’s insecurity and ego fragility cannot tolerate the slightest offense.

26. When people treat you like crap they feel like crap. People aren’t against you; they are for themselves. Don’t take on their internal struggle, send them off with peace.

27. Swallow the impulse to offend, even if the other person seems weak. Never make this mistake of thinking that you elevate yourself by humiliating people.

28. It is the fool who always rushes to take sides. Do not commit to any side or cause but yourself.

29. Don’t argue with negative people, this is part of how they trap you. Silence is the best reply to a fool.

30. Just because some people are fueled by drama doesn’t mean you have to attend the performance.

31. The values of the world we inhabit and the people we surround ourselves with have a profound effect on who we are. What you are today and what you will be in five years depends on two things: the people you meet and the books you read.

32. People may not tell you how they feel about you, but always show you. Train yourself to read people, picking up the signals they unconsciously send about their innermost thoughts and intentions.

33. We all eat lies when our hearts are hungry.

34. There is no point in making a display of your controversial beliefs, opinions and dangerous ideas. Think as you like, but behave like others.

35. If you get tired, learn to rest, not quit. It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you don’t quit. Commit yourself to constant improvement.

36. Judge everything by what it costs, not just in money but in time, maintenance, dignity, and peace of mind.

37. Keep your cool and maintain a low profile, patiently building support to your rise to power. Once you learn patience, your options suddenly expand.

38. Never flaunt your wealth, and carefully conceal the degree to which it has bought influence. Consider showing your wealth only on the inside of your house.

39. A loving atmosphere in your home is so important. Do all you can to create a tranquil harmonious home.

40. Appearing better than others is always dangerous, but most dangerous of all is to appear to have no faults or weaknesses. Envy creates silent enemies.

41. Excessive praise is an almost sure sign that the person praising you envies you. Once envy reveals itself for what it is, the only solution is often to flee the presence of the enviers, leave your enviers to stew in a hell of their own creation.

42. The feelings of achieving success blinds us the most. Give yourself the space to reflect on what has happened.

43. You need to realize that your moment of triumph is also a moment when you have to rely on competence, strategy and focus all the more.

44. Failure will definitely come to you in your journey to power and success. But if you prepare for the fall, it is less likely to ruin you when it happens.

45. Bad luck teaches valuable lessons about patience, timing, and the need to be prepared for the worst. Good luck deludes you into the opposite lesson, making you think your brilliance will carry you through.

46. Don’t raise your voice, improve your argument. If you’ve made your point, stop talking.

47. Don’t get mad, get distant. No matter how strong you are, fighting endless battles with people is exhausting, costly, and unimaginative.

48. Sometimes silence is the best way to let someone know they did you wrong.

49. The best apology is changed behavior.

50. The world is full of men who despise you and fear your ambition. These people will laugh or disrespect your dreams. You must always be prepared to place a bet on yourself, on your future, by heading in a direction that others seem to fear.

51. No one owes you a great career, you need to earn it—and the process won’t be easy.

52. Quitting a job doesn’t jump-start a dream because dreams take planning, purpose, and progress to succeed. That stuff has to happen before you quit your day job.

53. Keep your friends for friendship, but work with the skilled and competent. Hiring people who possess skills that you yourself lack is probably one of the wisest decisions you can make.

54. A lack of boundaries invites a lack of respect. All working situations require a kind of distance between people.

55. You destroy an enemy when you make a friend of him. Enemies expect nothing so they will be surprised when you are generous.

56. Don’t judge people. Everyone has a chapter they don’t read out loud. Everyone you meet is afraid of something, loves something, and has lost something.

57. Take photos or record a video as a return ticket to a moment otherwise gone forever.

58. At least once a year, go someplace you’ve never been before. Travel makes the world look new, and when the world looks new, our brains work harder.

59. Exercise is the single most powerful tool available to optimize brain function. Everybody knows that exercise creates a fit body, but what many forget is that the brain is part of the body too.

60. Typically, people who exercise, start eating better and becoming more productive at work. They smoke less and show more patience with colleagues and family. They use their credit cards less frequently and say they feel less stressed. Exercise is a keystone habit that triggers widespread change.

61. Walking gives you energy, makes you happy and enhances your creative thinking.

62. Treat your mental health with the same importance as your physical health.

63. Concentrate on single goal, a single task, and beat it into submission. Power itself always exists in concentrated forms.

64. Give a gift of some sort to those above you. By giving your superior a gift, you are saying that the two of you are equal.

65. Choose your life’s mate carefully and marry only for love and self-development. The right partner is someone who sees more potential in you than you see in yourself, someone who helps you become the best version of yourself.

66. Don’t allow the phone to interrupt important moments. It’s there for our convenience, not the caller’s.

67. Don’t burn bridges. You’ll be surprised how many times you have to cross the same river.

68. If you are unsure of a course of action, do not attempt it. Your doubts and hesitations will infect your execution. Timidity is dangerous: it infects people with awkward energy, elicits embarrassment.

69. Any mistakes you commit through audacity are easily corrected with more audacity. Everyone admires the bold; no one honors the timid.

70. Count your blessings. When you focus on gratitude, positive things flow in more readily, making you even more grateful.

71. The most dangerous risk of all – the risk of spending your life not doing what you want on the bet you can buy yourself the freedom to do it later.

72. A strong person doesn’t have an easy past. Many people are destined to be weak because they believe life should always be fun and easy.

73. Incompetence is the result of living in comfort and immediate gratification. Incompetent people never gain a proper sense of self-criticism., have lost contact to reality, and overestimate their abilities.

74. When our emotions are engaged, we often have trouble seeing things as they are. Anger and emotion are strategically counterproductive. You must always stay calm and objective.

75. The more you say, the more common you appear.

76. The more you are seen and heard from, the more your value degrades.

77. Most average self-help books can be summarized into 1 sentence: Good thoughts will bring you good things in life, bad thoughts will bring you bad things.

78. Appear to have no clear strategy. Be like a slippery ball that cannot be held. People feel superior to the person whose actions they can predict.

79. Comfort is the enemy of achievement. You’re only growing when you’re uncomfortable. The more conflicts and difficult situations you put yourself through, the more battle-tested your mind will be.

80. Passion only exists when you are very good at something. Achieving your passion requires work. It’s hard. It’s tasteless. It hurts. It demands entering the pain-zone of effort, risk, and exposure.

81. Failure is the sweat of success. You can’t build your cardiovascular strength without working hard and sweating, and you can’t experience success without failure. We mature with the damage, not with the years.

82. Don’t think of an idea of “perfection”, it will only kill your creative juices. Rather, just take the next small step over and over again. Before you realize it, you have accumulated an empire, better than what you thought might be perfect.

83. Your passion should be an obsession. You should be consumed by solving the problem. Otherwise, you get bored and lose interest. The world is full of fascinating problems waiting to be solved.

84. Attitude and talent will not make you great. Greatness exists due to intelligence, practice, dedication, persistence, hard work, good resources and the ability handle mistakes.

85. Don’t miss out on something that could be great just because it could also be difficult.

86. Spend some time alone. Solitude is perhaps the most mental entropy inducing agent in our lives.

87. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind. If that is not enough, step outside, get some fresh air, & remind yourself of who you are & who you want to be.

88. You will never have this day again so make it count.

You’re always one decision away from a totally different life.

89. Events in life mean nothing if you do not reflect on them in a deep way, and ideas from books are pointless if they have no application to life as you live it.

90. You may think that what you’d like to recapture from your youth is your looks, your physical fitness, your simple pleasures, but what you really need is the fluidity of mind you once possessed.

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Over and Over, the Only Truth (Discipline Part 2)

Part 1. this might not make sense if you didn’t read the first part, so I recommend. and the gif, I KNOW I GASPED TOO

“Mum?” You hear as your walking back downstairs after convincing (forcing) Harry to drink a glass of water.

“Yeah?” You respond, opening Jasper’s door.

“Can we talk?” He asked, gingerly.

“Of course." You say walking into his room. He was sat on his bed with a textbook and a blank sheet of paper forgotten in front of him. His dark brown hair was tousled over his forehead as he rubbed his eye and pushed it back with a hoodie covered fist.

“I’m sorry."

“Don’t apologize if you’re just going to do it again.” You told him, speaking in a tone that was soft yet stern. You had never been tough with Jasper before, this was new for both yourself and for him. But you knew Harry was right, you couldn’t let him get away with everything.

But it was killing Jasper. He had forgotten what it felt like when his mum was cross with him, or a day where she didn’t give him a kiss in the morning. He prided himself in the fact that he never disappointed her. “I won’t do it again. Just don't be mad, mum."

“I’m dissapointed in you, baby. When did you start acting like this? Thought me and dad taught you better."

Jasper didn’t like this feeling. One where his mum sat down with him and told him he screwed up. Their conversations usually made him feel better, not worse. He stared down at his hands, trying to blink away the tears, too agitated with himself to look his mum in the eye.

“You used to talk to me about everything.” You sighed, “what's going on?"

He shrugged as his bottom lip trembled slightly.

“Okay,” you said quickly, that was the furthest you could go. Harry could do the rest. “Move over.” You picked up his books and placed them on his desk as he scooted over on his bed to make room for you to sit. You sat beside and instantly pulled him close to you, his head rested on your collarbone and you pressed your lips to the top of your head.

The two of you sat in silence as Jasper wiped his eyes and sniffled.

“What’s going on?”

“It’s just..” he started, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his hoodie. “It’s just that ever since Aide and Winnie were born, I feel like dad doesn’t care about me as much."

“That’s not true.” You said immediately, your heart thumping loudly. “Why do you think that?"

“It is.” He argued. "All of his attentions been on the kids that he had with you. It’s like he only sees me or notices me when I do something wrong."

You swallowed tightly as your heart dropped. “I can't believe you think that. Aide and Winnie are small so they need so much of our attention. They dont know how to do anything by themselves so me and dad have got to do it for them. We trust you and know that you can take care of yourself, so we don’t do everything for you anymore. And whose to say that you're not my baby, huh? You’re my first born even if I didn’t give birth to you. And you’re the most mature and most handsome boy a mother could ask for.” You squeezed him closer to you as you felt his hot tears fall onto your shoulder. “You’re my first baby and nothings going to change that. I love you just as much as I love Wynter and Adrian. Same with dad. You know he loves babies and is obsessed with them. He’s just clingy and can't leave them alone."

You felt him smile into your neck as you pressed a kiss to his temple.

“I love being your mum, Jasper. Wouldn’t want to be anything else."

You felt his body relax a bit and his breathing slow down, as you both sat together in silence.

“Have you talked to her recently?”

Jasper shakes his head against you.

“How come?"

“Never called.”

You turn your head to kiss his hair, “probably busy."

“For the 2 months?"

“What?"

He shrugged, sitting up straight. “I tried to call her but they always say she’s busy."

“Have you told your dad this?"

He shakes his head, “no."

“You need to tell him, Jay. Can’t keep stuff like this to yourself, okay?” He nods. “What did she say the last time she called?”

“Nothing. Asked me about school and then said she had to go, something about not having time to stay and chat with me.” He answers, looking down to play with his hands.

You let out a breath, instantly regretting not knocking her out the last time you saw her. “I don’t know if I’ve said this enough but I don’t really like her.”

Jasper smiles, “I know.” He appeared to be in thought for a moment before he opened his mouth a couple of times, trying to figure out what he wanted to say. “I…I don’t think I do either. I don't like having two mums.”

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “but she’s your…”

“I know. But I don’t… I don’t know.”

“I thought it would be a good idea for you to be in touch with her but it’s doing more harm than good, huh?”

Jasper continues to stare at his lap, picking off imaginary lint.

“It’s okay. Dad will figure it out.” You promise. "I love you, you know that?"

“I do.”

“Good.” You brushed his hair back, setting your hand at the back of his neck as you brought him towards you to press a kiss to his forehead. “Stop growing up, okay?” Jasper rolled his eyes, not used to hearing that from his mum almost everyday. "Not old enough to yell at your dad or be sneaking out and drinking. Will never be old enough to do that."

“I know.” He said, dejectedly.

“Grounded for a month?”

“A month?!”

“A month,” you repeat. “No phone, no driving, no going out unless it’s with me or dad, or if it’s for footie. You stay home and help take care of your siblings. Deal?”

“But a month, momma?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “don’t momma me. Dad’s orders. He was mad and I wasn’t about to argue with him about it. On that phone too much anyways.”

“I’m going to die of boredom.” He groaned, falling back onto his headboard.

“That’s why you have two siblings! Full time entertainment.” You grinned at him.

He pouted, “and Sam?” He asked with hope.

“She can come over but you can’t go to hers.” You recited what Harry had told you. You and Harry had no problem with Jasper’s girlfriend. He had known Samantha since they started school together and you were close with her parents. She always offered to babysit when Jasper couldn’t and if it was possible, Wynter and Adrian loved her more than their older brother did. “If you’re good, we’ll talk about it. Promise. But you still have to apologize to your dad.”

“I know.”

“And tell him about Jenny.”

He nodded.

“Good. Feeling better?” You ask him, noticing that he looked much more relaxed than he did when you walked into his room.

“I do. Thank you.”

You smile at him even though you’re still upset and are feeling more discontent about everything than before. "Want to help me with dinner?"

“Sure, don’t have anything better to do."

“What’s that smell?” You looked up to see Harry walking into the den and falling onto the couch next to you.

“Jasper helped me make the chicken teryaki recipe I’ve been looking at.” You told him falling into his side as Adrian looked up at his dad from where he was sitting on the ground surrounded by what was possibly hundreds of brightly coloured toys.

“Daddy!”

“Hi, bubs. What are you up to?” Harry smiled at his baby boy, as he got up to run towards him.

Adrian began to explain to his dad about the Lego set he’d seen on TV and how for his birthday (that was still six months away) he wanted the exact one, and Harry promised he’d get it if he was good. The little boy gave his dad a bright smile before hopping off his lap to go back to his toys.

“Jasper, huh?” He said, after settling beside you once again, with his arm resting behind you on the couch.

“Yeah… we talked.” You answered, resting your head on his shoulder as you continued to watch the show on the TV.

“Tell him his punishment?”

“I did.”

“1 month?” He checked.

You roll your eyes, “yes counsellor, 1 month.”

“Still not funny,” he said letting out a chuckle, his laugh defying his comment. “What’s wrong, Sweet?” He asked noticing something was off.

“Jenny.”

“What about her?” His jaw tensed under his skin at the mention of the name.

“She hasn’t called Jasper since August.”

“What?” Harry sat up immediately, facing you. “What the hell she been doing then?”

You let out a breath, “I don’t know, Harry.” You told him, the heartache you were feeling making an appearance in your voice.

Harry frowned at you, he knew exactly what was going on in your head. If you didn’t how you were feeling, he did. “Not your fault.”

You looked away from him, “I feel like a bad mum."

“You are no such thing.” He promised, grabbing your hand and intwining your fingers together to give them a squeeze.

“I’ve been so busy with everything, I forgot to check up on him.”

“He can take of care of himself. He’s a big boy now.” He assured you, patiently, knowing that listening to you was best way to make you feel better. You always realized how silly you sounded after saying it loud.

“I know that.” You told him. “But, Harry, our son is going through such a tough time and we have no clue. I’m starting to think we’re just as bad as her.”

“Don’t say that. We’re so much better than her, Sweet.”

“I feel so bad,” you groaned, covering your eyes with your hand. “Just want him to be happy, he doesn’t deserve this.”

“I know you do. I do too.” He wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled it away from your face. “We’ll figure it out and everything will be okay. Stop blaming yourself, alright?” He looked at you intently and you nodded, heart still heavy. “I’ll call her. We need to discuss the custody agreement.”

“You do.” You agreed. “I’ll get dinner ready."

"Hi, is Jenny there?"

"She is. May I ask whose speaking?"

"Harry."

"Oh! Harry! Hi sugar, how’ve you been? Haven't seen you around."

"I've been good, Midge. Just needed to speak with Jenny quickly.

"Of course.” Midge said quickly, knowing what the conversation was going to be about.

"Hello?"

“Where the fuck have you been?"

"Calm down, pretty boy. What's got your panties in a twist?"

"My son's being ignored by his mother.”

“I’m not-“

"We agreed you would call him once a month. I just found out that it's been two since you last called."

"I've been busy. Got other things to do, Harry."

"If is more important than your son then we need to discuss the custody agreement.” He threatened, but they both knew what he was capable of.

"Don't you dare, Harry."

"Call him tomorrow and tell him your excited to see him or I'm taking away Christmas from you."

"You can't do that. My parents have been looking forward to seeing him, you jackass."

"I know they have, which is why you need to get your shit together."

"Fuck you, Harry."

"Have a good day, Jeannine."

part 2 as promised! lots of things are revealed in this part about the series, hope you liked it :)

(also would anyone like to volunteer to proof read for me I feel like I read through my stuff so much that I don’t realize when something doesn’t make sense)

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