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bvbygrl-writes · 3 months ago

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Season of The Witch (5)

Pairing: Jacob Black x Witch!Reader x Edward Cullen

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: (Y/n) (L/n) is 19 and still trying to figure out the world. She isn't sure of a lot of things but she is sure of one: she's gonna have her cake and eat it too.

A/N: An Edward dedicated chapter <3

Warnings: N/A but it will be 18+ at some point most likely. Minors and blanks dni. Also I didn't edit any of it so ignore any typos.

As the month went by, you and Jacob were spending a lot more time together. He had taken you to La Push where you had lunch with him and his pack. He’d driven you to the Cliff where Uley and the others would jump during the nights you couldn’t sleep. The two of you would sit there for hours, just staring up at the stars, listening as the water crashed on the jagged rocks below. Those were the nights you enjoyed the most. Where you’d wake up laying beside each other under your coats that he had formed into blankets. He’d always come over for breakfast the next morning, your mom gushing over how sweet he was, dad eyeing him up protectively.

And although you enjoyed every second of it, you also found yourself feeling guilty. You knew you liked Jacob, there wasn’t a single doubt about it. There was a clear connection between you that felt so natural, felt so right. But a lot of times, your mind also went back to Edward. The feeling of his cold hands on your face that day was something you couldn’t forget. He was like a constant presence that loomed in the back of your mind and the very tip of your heart. You had to see him again.

“You okay?” Bella asked, placing a concerned hand on your shoulder. You squeeze the warm mug of hot chocolate in your hand, curling it close to your body. The days were growing colder but you still enjoyed sitting on your porch, watching the bright colored leaves fall from the trees. Sighing, you give her a half smile as you nod.

“I’m okay it’s just..” you trail off, nibbling at your bottom lip as you turn to face her, crossing your legs on the couch. “What do you know about Edward Cullen? I know you mentioned that you’re dating his sister.” you asked. She quirked a brow, staring at you. You squirmed uncomfortably under her gaze.

“Where is this coming from? You’ve never mentioned him before.” she says, an amusement in her tone. You look down at your lap, setting your mug down on the table to your side.

“I-I don’t know. It’s just, I met him a few days after I moved here and I can’t stop thinking about him. With Jacob out patrolling with his pack the past week, it’s given my mind more freedom to wander.” you admit, shrugging your shoulders sheepishly. “I just feel so guilty, I really like Jacob but…”

“Hey, why don’t you come over with me to the Cullen’s place tonight? I was going to go over there anyways, maybe then you’ll know if it’s just a crush or a passing thing.” she suggested, rubbing your arm affectionately. You play with your rings for a moment before agreeing.

“It couldn’t hurt. Plus, I’m not doing myself any favors pouting in my room about not being able to see Jake.” the two of you had been texting in his absence but, it wasn’t as good as having the real thing there with you. “I’m going to need to change first because this,” you point at yourself, motioning to your baggy sweatpants, sweatshirt, and bunny slippers, “Isn’t doing me any favors.” you and Bella share a laugh as she rolls her eyes.

“You’re so extra sometimes. It’s not like you’re meeting the pope.” you gasp at the accusation, hopping up from the couch.

“Meeting a house full of vampires is a huge deal, Bells! The better I look the less likely they are to wanna drink my oh so rare and delicious witchy blood! Or at least I hope.” You grab her hand, dragging her into the house and up the stairs. “I promise it won’t take long! Just an hour…or two.”

“Or two?!”

An hour and a half later, you and Bella are hopping out of her red truck. You pull your cardigan closer to yourself, priming your appearance in the reflection on the body of the vehicle. As the two of you approach the door, a blonde man opens the door. He smiles at Bella before smiling at you too. He extends a hand which you shake.

“Carlisle Cullen. I work with your father down at the hospital.” he explains, you nod along searching for words to say.

“Nice to meet you. Dad says you’re great at what you do.” you compliment.

“That’s great to hear. In all my years, I’ve never seen someone as great and passionate about what they do. He’s got me beat for sure.” he responds humbly. You can tell he’s a very kind and composed man. You hope you can say the same for the rest of his family. Carlisle opens the door wider, stepping to the side for the two of you to enter.

A brunette woman comes down the stairs. She sniffs the air before letting out a pleasured sigh. “A witch. I haven’t smelled one of those in years. My goodness that is divine.” she says before walking towards you. You freeze, going to lift your hand in case she decides to attack you. However, she doesn’t. Instead, she gives you a quick hug before releasing you. “I’m Esme, Carlisle’s wife. It’s nice to finally meet you.” Finally? Before you can ask what she means, a blur runs up to you hugging you in a much more intense fashion. You feel like your bones are gonna snap before she releases you. She has a soft grip on your shoulders as she smiles at you full of glee.

“You’re the girl!” she squeals out excitedly.

“Um, I’m sorry?” you ask confused. A set of approaching footsteps catches your attention. Your heart flutters at the sight of Edward, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He gives you a once over before your eyes lock on each other.

“That’s Alice. She can see the future.” he states. You nod before turning back towards Alice who’s still looking at you with excitement.

“I saw you coming before you were even in town!” you nod, understanding her former words now. Her eyes grow distant as if she’s seeing something before she stumbles back a bit. She looks from you, to the necklace Jacob had given you around your neck, and back to Edward again. “You’re going to have your hands quite full!” with that she runs from you over to Bella. You watch as she lifts her, spinning her in the air as she gives her a loving kiss. She then leans down to her ear whispering something. Bella’s eyes grow wide as she looks at you before turning her attention back to Alice.

Edward grabs your shoulder, turning you to face him. “I’m sure they’re going to be like that for a while. Would you like a tour?” he asks. You nod, playing with your fingers shyly.

“I’d like that.”

As your tour concludes, you end up in the entrance to Edward’s room. The shelves are lined with CDs. A lot of them are classical ones but a few of them are some names you recognize. You pick up Favorite Worst Nightmare by the Arctic Monkeys, removing it from its case before popping it into the player. You turn around at the sound of Edward closing the door. He motions for you to sit on the chase in the room and as you do, he sits with you.

“Your house is beautiful by the way. I mean, I wouldn’t be able to get a wink with all the windows but…I guess that isn’t an issue for you. Sorry, is that offensive? I didn’t mean it lik-” he squeezes your thigh gently and you stop rambling. He smiles softly, shaking his head.

“You’ve been doing your research clearly. Don’t worry, you couldn’t offend me even if you tried. I don’t think I could ever be mad at you.” he says, dragging the back of his hand down the side of your cheek. Your eyes flutter close for a moment before opening as he begins to speak again. “I’ve been thinking about you all month. I wanted to come and see you again but anytime I got close to your house, there was the overwhelming stench of dog.” he says, his nose twisting up at the thought. “Not even your scent could mask it.” you look down at your chest, playing with the wolf pendant around your neck. You miss how he looks at it in disdain.

“Jacob’s nice, you know. I think you guys could be friends even if there wasn’t a natural hatred between the two of you.” you explain, looking back up at him. “A-and the feeling is mutual. I’ve been thinking about you more than I’d like to admit.” he scoots closer to you, a smirk present on his face.

“Why don’t you embrace it? Clearly something is drawing us closer to one another. I think that’s a beautiful thing.” he mutters. His face slowly inches closer and closer. He brushes some of your hair. Your heart thumps wildly in nerves and anticipation. You think he’s going to kiss you until he places a kiss on your cheek instead. Goosebumps trail up and down along your spine. “Relax, I’m not going to steal your first kiss from you. At least not yet.” he whispers in your ear before pulling back to look at your face. You splutter a bit as he chuckles.

“That is so not funny!” you exclaim, swatting him in the chest. He’s got a smug grin on his face, revealing his sharp canines.

“No. But, you’re very cute when you’re nervous.” flipping him off, you lean your back onto the cold glass of the window, attempting to cool yourself down. He watches you, grabbing one of your hands. You don’t pull it away, allowing him to hold it. You let out a faux cough, looking away from him as you turn your eyes back to the cds in front of you.

“So, you like music? I see most of it classical aside from a few albums. Is that by choice or lack of knowledge?” you question, turning your attention back to him.

“A bit of both. I’ve tried branching out before, it’s just kind of hard to find things I enjoy with how vast music is now.” he explains. You hum, nodding.

“You know, I could burn you a few tapes. Since you seem adverse to the world of modern technology.” you tease. He rolls his eyes.

“I’m not adverse to it. Music just always sounds better on tape. The vocals are much richer and you can truly hear the tones.” Only Ones Who Know comes on. It was always one of your favorites off the album. You sway a bit, mouthing the lyrics to it. Edward stands up, offering you a hand. You shake your head.

“Nu uh, no way.” he ignores your protest, yanking you up. You trip a bit, stabling your hands on his shoulders. Reluctantly, you begin to sway in sync with him. It’s a very simplified waltz as he spins you around slowly, dipping you down. Your foreheads are pressed together before he puts you back up right. He holds your hand up and you reluctantly spin, laughing as you fall forward into his chest. He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you there, your hands pressed against his chest. It’s as if time freezes as the two of you stand there. You’ve been there for a while, the last track on the album playing.

“Alice is thinking of asking Bella to stay the night. Would you allow me the honor of taking you home?” Edward asks hopefully, pulling back to look at you. You pretend to think on it for a long time as he shakes you gently.

“Alright, alright! Yes, you can take me home. Which car is- woah!” you shout as he swings you onto his back at a super human speed before jumping out of the window on the far side. “Holy shit can you warn a girl next time?!”

“So there will be a next time then?” his tone is laced with playfulness as he runs through the trees.

“That is so not the point here!”

As you arrive at the back of your house, Edward jumps with you onto the balcony. You hop off his back, facing him as you back away towards the door. You lean against it as he rest against the railing.

“Tonight was fun. I hope we can hang out like this again soon.” you say, staring down at your boots. Edward rushes forward, tilting your chin up with a finger. He’s got the same dopey smile on his face that’s barely left it all night.

“We will. Your dad is planning on asking mine if he wants to come over for the big game this Friday. But, I’d like to see you again before that.” he says. You wrap your hand around his, laying it on top of your cheek.

“I’d like that.” you purr out. He squeezes your cheek before hopping off the balcony only to return with a daisy. He tucks it behind your ear, winking before running off once more into the night. You hear your phone ping in your pocket. Taking it out you see a notification from Edward.

Edward 🦇: Put my number in your phone before I left. It was a pleasure seeing you again. I hope your dreams are filled with me because my thoughts will be occupied by you.

(Y/n): You’ve made an appearance in them from time to time but mostly it’s just cute animals. And being naked in my old high school...

You change into your pajamas before flopping on the bed, screaming into your pillow. If anything, tonight just made things more complicated. There wasn’t a doubt about how you felt for either of them. You had a romantic interest in both of them. It wasn’t love yet but with the way things were going, you knew it was heading there, regardless of if you asked your heart to stop.

#edward cullen x y/n #edward cullen x reader #jacob black imagine #jacob black x you #jacob black x reader #twilight #twilight imagine #twilight x reader #twilight x y/n

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eddiesghxst · 1 year ago

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cigarettes, coffee, and club-hopping

alrighty, she's here and i hope she lives up to the expectations! this is part one of...idk how many yet, but enjoy!

based on this idea I had 80 years ago

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part one | part two | part three | part four

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18+ — MINORS DNI

pairing: ex-bf!rockstar!eddie x lawyer!reader

summary: you're a divorce attorney in Los Angeles and your newest client is filing against famous rockstar, Eddie Munson, who is also your ex-boyfriend

contains: exes to lovers trope, mention of a past relationship, slutty banter, smoking, mentions of alcohol, a hint of mean!eddie, public sex (restroom), a sprinkle of degradation, eddie likes to kiss your neck, fingering, eddie licking your c*m off his fingers (bye), and eddie being hot <3

word count: 5.8k

-masterlist-

Eddie hates waking up early.

He’s never been a morning person— in all his twenty-eight years of living, Eddie has never seen the letters ‘AM’ and smiled. This is partially why Eddie failed his first-period class in high school for two — almost three — consecutive years in a row. This is also partly why Eddie was fired from nearly every job he landed after graduating. You would imagine that Eddie has learned his lesson after all this time. Not quite.

Eddie is nearly an hour late to his first divorce settlement conference. One would think that Eddie would, for once in his life, wake up at a reasonable time to take a shower, grab his usual morning energy drink, beat LA traffic, and get to his appointment on time— as a mature grown man would do. Still, Eddie failed even to set an alarm to wake him up.

“You’re forty minutes late already— traffic is gonna make it even worse, and you don’t have another day to reschedule this for the next two months, so I suggest you get up, Munson!”

Eddie watches through sleep-fogged eyes as Kelly, his assistant, throws his window curtains aside to let the morning sun seep into his room. There’s a pounding kick drum beating behind Eddie’s eyes, a result of Eddie falling into Jeff’s sinister persuasion to go out. He should stop listening to that asshole— he’s part of why Eddie married his soon-to-be ex-wife.

Eddie’s bones click and crack as he stretches, sits up, and lazily swings his legs over the side of his bed with a sleepy groan. He can hear the rustling sound of Kelly picking up laundry from his floor— something he’s told her multiple times not to do, but she does it anyway, so he’s given up on fighting her. He runs a hand over his face, a yawn wracking through his entire body before reaching over to his nightstand, feeling around for the box of cigarettes he knows he left the night before.

“I tossed them out,” Eddie glances up at Kelly, who is now grabbing the last of his laundry on the floor and leaving his room. “Go freshen up and get dressed; we need to leave now.”

Eddie’s doctor advised him to start weaning himself off the cancer sticks; something about it fucking with his gums, and that’s on top of the risks he’s running with the vocal strain it’s put on his voice. Eddie knows he should take it seriously, but he needs a lick of nic before spending the next three to four hours bickering with his wife about what’s his and hers.

Eddie drags himself out of bed, shuffling across the cool tile of his bedroom floor. He sleepily rubs his bare stomach, flipping the light switch and groaning, annoyed at the sudden brightness. He brushes his teeth and splashes water on his face before walking into his closet and sifting through the random pants and jackets strewn across the floor. There’s gotta be some smokes in here somewhere.

He finds a nearly empty pack of Marlboro reds and wastes no time sticking it between his lips, lighting it up with the lighter on his nightstand before getting dressed.

By the time Eddie steps into the law firm, his headache has intensified by about 80 beats per second, and he’s gone through the old pack of smokes. It feels as if the back of Eddie’s eyes have a heartbeat of their own, throbbing with every direction they turn. Eddie can hear his attorney giving him pointers for the conference, but if Eddie’s honest, he doesn’t plan on talking much, so he doesn’t pay close attention to what the man is saying.

When they enter the conference room, Eddie is seated across the table from his wife and offered a cup of coffee, to which Eddie gladly accepts to nurse his hangover. “You could at least take the glasses off.” A sweet voice that’s grown to grate every one of Eddie’s nerves whenever he hears it. He glares at his wife from across the table, and though nobody could see his eyes behind his glasses, everyone could sense the distaste behind his words, “Fuck off, Nezza.”

A strong hand is placed on Eddie’s shoulder, his attorney’s, stiffly squeezing the thick leather jacket. “How about we get started then? Before things get… rowdy.”

“Great idea.”

Now that voice—- that voice, Eddie could hear at any second of the day, any time of the year, and know exactly who was conducting that sweet song.

Eddie likes to believe that the universe works in mysterious ways and that things really do happen for a reason, but sometimes he swears whatever god is up there behind the clouds just likes to fuck with him for fun. Nothing, absolutely nothing, could’ve prepared Eddie for the sight he sees when he flits his gaze from Nezza to the woman sitting next to her.

For a moment, Eddie is taken back to a time he remembers in golden dream-like clouds of smoke—- the spring of ‘83 when he fell headfirst in love with the woman sitting next to his wife. And for that moment—- for that split fraction of a second, Eddie is happy to see you.

It’s surprising; after all this time he spent resenting you and spitting out the sour taste you'd left in his mouth, Eddie imagined he would never be able even to see a picture of you and not want to slam his head against the nearest surface he could get his hands on.

However, that feeling only lasts about .012 milliseconds before Eddie’s entire being is filled with every emotion he’d suppressed towards you over the last nine years. Eddie looks at you and sees the girl he loved and the girl that broke his heart. His last memory of you is so vivid that it almost outshines all the good from your past relationship. Almost. Like a python wrapped around his neck, Eddie chokes on adoration and hatred all in one breath.

If Eddie said it didn’t piss him off to an ungodly level that he has a sliver of excitement to see you, he would be lying. You had always known the best ways to wriggle under his skin.

This one takes the cake for the cruelest way so far.

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Eddie looks the same.

Not much has changed on him throughout the years apart from expensive clothing, healthier-looking hair, and a little more muscle on his arms to fill out the black leather jacket clinging to his frame. He still has a knack for jewelry, you note from the priceless rings hugging nearly every slender finger of his and the chain resting against his chest, hidden beneath his shirt. He carries himself the same way, confidently with a smear of carefree and chaos. You couldn’t get a read on him when settled down in his seat across from Nezza, and the black sunglasses shielding his eyes didn’t help you decipher him any further.

He smells like Marlboro reds and a sharp cologne; dark scented and intense, easy to tell he’s the one wearing the scent. It’s a different scent than you remember from him. He’s swapped the cheap four-cent bottle of Brut for a more decadent scent— a mix of tonka bean, musk, and patchouli with a dash of something feminine you can’t quite put your finger on. The scent matches him better than Brut could ever amount to, but you find yourself reminiscent of the past.

Eddie doesn’t look your way until you speak, and either Eddie has mastered his poker face over the years, or he doesn’t remember you.

Not even briefly does Eddie’s expression falter from the bored look plastered on his face. The sunglasses do no justice either, and you wish the universe would strike them off his face at this very moment. You had forgotten what his eyes looked like in real-time and desperately wanted to remember— take a mental picture and shove it in the corner of your brain filled with essential memories, all things that make you smile, cry, and scream.

There’s a moment where you feel pained by Eddie’s unwavering reaction to seeing you. That feeling is quickly replaced with relief, relief that Eddie has matured just as much as you’d hoped he had. When you found out your client would be filing against Eddie, your high school boyfriend, you had initially panicked and paced the living room floor of your tiny studio apartment, thinking of ways to back out of the case. However, after a hefty glass of wine, you managed to persuade yourself that Eddie most likely isn’t still hung up on something as silly as a high school relationship. It happened nearly a decade ago; surely, you’ve both moved on, right?

With this indication, you feel the tension in your shoulders ease a little, hopeful that this process will be seamless, seeing as both parties want nothing to do with each other and Eddie holds no hard feelings against you.

Once the conference begins, you don’t look away in time to avoid Eddie’s gaze as he removes the glasses, your eyes landing on those dark pools of brown that you used to dip into each night. Vibrant and so full of life, full of untold stories and sights you’d missed out on in the last decade, a story unfolds beneath the glimmer of his eyes under the lights. They feel like home at first, but as you continue holding his gaze, your home becomes clouded by lightning and wind, dark storm clouds with a promise of a downpour.

As you gaze into Eddie’s eyes, you see nothing but the boy you left behind in the summer of ‘85.

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Stomach growling and frustrated sighs indicate the need for a break at around 12:40 PM.

The conference had started on a good note, with seamless agreements between you, your client, and Eddie’s team. That was until your client decided to become rather difficult and demanding.

“We’ll pick up where we left off in ten minutes.”

The atmosphere in the room has become stuffy and tight over the hours, so you get up to stretch your legs on a short walk to the coffee cart in the hallway.

Your mind feels muddled, pushed to exhaustion from hours of reading documents and going back and forth with Eddie’s attorney. Nezza wants more than Eddie is willing to give, money-wise, property-wise, and everything else under the sun. You’re determined to get your client as much as possible, but it’s proving to be more of a struggle than expected; Eddie’s team is headstrong and unwilling to bend to your substantial advances. Oh, and Eddie’s been practically throwing daggers at you from across the table with each chance he can get.

As you stir in a sugar packet, you watch the dark brown liquid swirl in the foam cup. You fall into a short trance as you watch the tiny bubbles dance within your drink, but the sound of a throat clearing shatters the spell. You glance to your side where the person is standing and are surprised to be met with a leather-covered shoulder and dark brown curly hair.

“Are you done with the sugar?” Eddie points towards your hand, and you blink, stuck as you stare at him for a moment. You know you should be professional, you’re an established attorney, and you’re in the middle of doing your job, but you’re also 100% fucking human, so— “I don’t know, are you done sending me death glares from across the table or do you wanna keep being an asshole?”

Eddie grabs the jar of sugar packets from your hand, “You wouldn’t have to put up with it if you just… quit the case.” Eddie shrugs as if his advice is a task as easy as folding towels. You take offense to his response, eyebrows pinching together as you watch him rip open a packet and sprinkle sugar into his cup, “I can’t just drop a case, Eddie.”

Eddie mockingly laughs, “Really? That’s weird; I mean, considering how you kind of just dropped everything and fled the fucking state, I’m sure you can drop a case just as easily, sweetheart.”

His words hurt. As much as you wish he didn’t have that effect on you, it’s evident that he still does, considering how your neck heats up in anger. You don’t miss the pet name he slipped in; you hate that it makes your neck even warmer. “I didn’t flee the state; I went to fucking college— and how is that even my fault? I gave you the number to my dorm, and you never called.”

And Eddie remembers that letter you left him. He remembers it like the back of his hand. He memorized every sentence, including that stupid number you left for him. “Yes, I did. I called you after every show for months, and you never picked up!”

You spent eight years in New York, and out of those eight years, you spent four of them staring at an ugly green phone on the wall of your dorm hallway, waiting for it to ring so you could pick it up and hear his voice again. You asked your roommate to listen for a call if she was up studying late or if you went out and she stayed in. Now, you wonder if she failed you on her part because you would’ve never, in a hundred years, missed Eddie’s call. Never.

Before you can respond to the information, you are being called back into the room to resume the conference— you’d almost forgotten that’s what you were here for.

You and Eddie let the man know you’ll be right there and watch as he walks back into the room. When you turn to Eddie, his gaze is no longer on you as he tosses the small wooden stirring stick in the trash.

Eddie is silent for a moment before he looks at you and gives a forced, close-lipped smile, “It’s nice to know you’re still full of shit.”

And then he’s gone. Eddie leaves you there, stunned and offended by his words. Eddie Munson thinks you’re full of shit— as if you were the only one to blame for your falling out. You feel stupid for believing in a better-evolved version of the Eddie you’d known. You wish his words didn’t affect you, but the conversation has left a bitter taste on your tongue. You glance down at the cup of coffee in your hands, and your stomach churns. You no longer have an appetite for the drink.

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Late-night club hopping has never been your preferred way of spending a Saturday night. There’s a different type of energy in LA’s club scene than there is in New York. It was easy to have a good time in New York; the clubs are all close to one another and stay open nearly all night. In Los Angeles, it’s been a slow rise to liking the nightlife— clubs are more scattered, and on top of that, you learned the hard way that it’s difficult to even get into clubs when you’re not Madonna-level status. That last problem isn’t so much an issue now that you’ve settled in and made a few connections around the city.

Tonight you’re celebrating a friend from work's birthday. Penny was the first person you talked to at the law firm; she instantly made you feel at home and offered to buy you lunch at a cafe next door. The two of you have been joined at the hip ever since.

You’re happy to celebrate Penny’s birthday and glad to be tagging along with her in this new chapter of her life, but what you’re bothered about is the fact that you chose to wear the most uncomfortable shoes in your closet. You were under the impression that you would be eating dinner with Penny and a few of her friends, but somehow, dinner turned into a night-long clubbing adventure.

Logically, you have no one to blame but yourself for wearing Steve Madden pumps, but if Penny had told you the night would be long, you definitely wouldn’t have worn these god-awful shoes.

You’re sitting on a bar stool waiting for your drink and thinking about what excuse you’ll give Penny to go home when suddenly, you feel someone walk up beside you, waving over the bartender. You glance at the person and immediately look away, preparing to run for it before they notice.

Sadly, you’re not fast enough to escape his line of sight, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re stalking me.”

You turn to the man and take in the sight of him as you tilt your head. “Wouldn’t it be the other way around since I was… you know, minding my business until you came here.” You motion to where Eddie is standing, and he smirks, silently taking his drink when the bartender passes it to him.

“How’d you get in here anyways?” He asks. It’s not a bad question; sure, you’re a damn good attorney, but you’re of no celebrity status, and this club is one of the more difficult joints to get into. However, you still take offense to Eddie’s question.

Your eyes narrow slightly, debating whether you should continue entertaining Eddie or leave and find your friends. “If you’re going to continue to be an asshole, then I’m leaving.”

“Fine by me; I want nothing to do with you.” Eddie scoffs into the rim of his drink before taking a short sip. You roll your eyes, feeling like kids in elementary getting into petty fights. “What makes you think I want something to do with you?”

Eddie snickers over the rim of his glass, “The fact that you’re still sitting here says enough.”

You scoff, looking away from him as you shift in your seat, attempting to make it seem like you want to get away from him, but it only scoots you closer to him, your arm brushing his elbow. You panic at the touch but act as if it was nothing. “If my feet didn’t feel like they were about to fall off, I would be miles away from you by now.” You grumble as you distract yourself by tugging down the hem of your dress.

“I don't believe that.”

You let out an exasperated breath, looking over at Eddie with an annoyed expression as you speak, “Not everyone is head over heels dying to be around you.”

It might be the alcohol or Eddie’s sinister pheromones you’re breathing in paired with the sound of his ridiculously annoying laugh—- you’re not sure which it is, but you find yourself enjoying this back-and-forth banter. A big part of you is frustrated by Eddie’s insistent prodding at your nerves, but your other part is intrigued. Too stuck to grab your things, bid him goodnight, and leave.

You almost think you heard him wrong when he responds, “We’ll see if you’re saying the same thing once I get you in the back.”

You blink, momentarily silent, as you glance at him to watch him calmly sip his drink. Not a single hint of regret or shock flashes across his face, and you almost think you imagined it until you see a ghost of a smirk brush the corner of his lips. “Excuse me?” And like a child, Eddie’s response is quick and irritating, “You’re excused.”

“You’re out of your mind if you think I’m willingly going anywhere with you that’s not a fucking law firm or courtroom.”

Eddie laughs, glancing at you and nodding once, “Sure.” You hate how smug he is, and you hate that he’s so fucking right, but you swear you won’t fold for whatever stupid game he’s playing. “Sure?”

You watch Eddie tip back his drink and finish what’s left, placing the empty glass on the bar countertop before lazily nudging it forward. You shift back with an annoyed grimace when he turns to you and leans an elbow against the bar. He points over your shoulder, and you catch yourself before you follow his lead, gaze stuck on his face as you prepare for whatever bullshit is about to leave his mouth.

“I’m gonna head to the restroom to take a piss. You can sit here and bitch about everything under the sun, or you can quit being a pussy and meet me there.”

And without further explanation or interaction, Eddie gets up and leaves. You turn and watch in shock as he walks off, watching his back until it’s washed away by the sea of people on the dance floor. You turn back to the bar and gaze at your drink. For a moment, you think this might be some elaborate scheme Eddie has to fuck you over. Complying with this proposition, Eddie has now opened, could very well lead to you losing your job, something you’re not very keen on doing.

You glance towards the direction Eddie had walked off in and groan, briefly shutting your eyes as temptation washes over you. There’s no way this is real. There’s no way you’re actually thinking about going into that restroom with Eddie.

You take a deep breath, clenching your teeth in thought before muttering a curse. You’re fucking yourself over with this one, but you do it anyways. You toss back the rest of your drink, wincing at the bitterness, before hopping off the barstool.

Your adrenaline is so high that you don’t even feel the ache in your feet as you cross the dance floor, maneuvering through sweaty bodies and spilled drinks toward the bright neon RESTROOMS sign.

From the corner of your eye, you see Penny standing at her rented-out section as she tosses back a shot with the girls you’d arrived with. You should turn around and join them, return to celebrating Penny’s birthday, and forget all about your interaction with Eddie. That’s what you should do, but you don’t. You continue walking towards the restrooms, mentally going back and forth with yourself until you reach the door and wrap your hand around the handle.

However, the door opens before you can fully prepare to open it, and the scent of hand soap and Eddie hits you in the face. Your wide eyes meet Eddie’s glinting gaze. A smirk spreads across his lips, and he snickers, “I’d say I’m surprised, but that’d be a lie.”

Your gaze is hot and heavy as you stare up at him. The sounds of the club you're in seem muffled as you spend your last seconds considering what you’re about to do. You should really turn around.

You tilt your head up, silently sizing Eddie and daring him, a tipping point where you both know there’s no going back now—- especially not when you mesh your lips against his and stumble into the restroom. You plan to blame this on the alcohol.

Eddie makes quick work of turning to press your back against the door, fumbling to lock the door as you grumble a breathless ‘Fuck you’ against his lips.

“I intend to, sweetheart.”

You hate how stupid and witty the response is, but it makes your stomach twist in need, nonetheless. Eddie’s hands are roaming and squeezing you wherever he can reach, hiking up your dress enough to slink a few digits into the hand of your skimpy panties, snapping them against your waist and smirking when you push up against him. Eddie manages to speak in between haste kisses, “I’m gonna be honest; I didn’t think you’d give in this easily.”

Eddie is now ushering you towards the sink, softly snickering at the gasp that escapes you when the cold marble digs into your lower back. “Are you trying to say I’m easy?”

You can’t hold back the moan that slips from you when Eddie’s hand slithers between your thighs to press a thumb against your clit. “Maybe… also just pointing out that you clearly missed me.”

You don’t answer him, leaning forward to capture his lips in a heated kiss as your hips rock back and forth against his touch. You smooth your hand down his chest and over his belt to grasp the heavy bulge between his thighs, humming when he moans, “Looks like you missed me more, Munson.”

You giggle when he grunts in annoyance, fingers dipping into the waistband of your panties before shucking them down your legs and lifting the flimsy garment for you to see with a smirk, “Won’t be needing these anymore, will you?”

You grimace in faux disgust as you watch him stuff the soaked material in his back pocket. “Gross,” you comment, although Eddie doesn’t answer, busying himself with pulling you off the counter, flipping you around to face the sink, and eyeing you through the neon-lighted mirror. “You’re a perv; you know that?” You add as Eddie wraps an arm around your front and hikes your dress to sink his hand between your thighs.

Your shaky fingers grasp Eddie’s wrist, hips squirming as he begins to rub your clit, dipping a finger lower to spread your sticky arousal. “If I were you, I would start being very nice to me.” His voice is low and gravely against your ear as you smile, gazing back into his darkened gaze through the glass reflection. You push back against him, and you both sigh in pleasure. “Just fuck me, Eddie.”

You gasp when he sinks a thick digit into your weeping cunt, slowly pushing it in and out of you to create a sinful twist in your tummy. You shake your head in protest, although your hips rock against his thrusts. “No, no, I don’t need it. I don’t need that. Just fuck me, please?” You repeat, voice teetering on the edge of a whine.

“God, you’re still a fucking brat. So used to getting what you want, hm?” Despite his comment, he doesn’t give you what you’d asked for. Instead, he slips in another finger, greedily squeezing at your chest with his other hand. Your thighs tremble as his fingertips delicately massage that sweet spot hidden between your wet walls, a shaky hand reaching up to grasp his hand as he fondles your breasts over your dress. “Not anymore, princess,” His voice is low and foggy with sex, purring against your ear with ease as he plays with you. “This time, you’ll earn it like a good slut. You’re going to have to ask me very nicely if you want it that bad.” “A-ah…Fuck you.”

Eddie laughs at your response, digging his face into your neck when you throw your head back, inhaling the intoxicating scent of your perfume. He presses a kiss to the base of your neck, and you hate how it makes your stomach twist, thighs clenching around his hand, causing him to pause. “Keep them open.” He warns, ignoring your pathetic attempts at rutting against his hand.

When you don’t obey his instruction, Eddie brings his foot in between your pump-clad feet, knocking the toe of his shoe against both heels, causing your legs to part, shaky limbs failing you as you stumble in his hold. Eddie chuckles, nipping your jaw as he sinks another finger into your soaking heat. Your moan is loud and pitiful as you reach forward to grasp the sink counter for stability. “Oh my god—” “Jesus, you’re fucking tight. Barely taking three fingers.” Your moans are high-pitched as you rock your hips against Eddie, nails digging into the skin of his flexing wrist as he fucks you with his fingers.

The sloshing sounds from between your legs are just loud enough to hear over the booming music of the club barely, and if Eddie’s fingers weren’t fucking you so well, you would’ve felt ashamed. You hardly notice Eddie’s free hand traveling to the low neck of your dress, tugging the material down to expose your chest. He groans at the sight, palming one of your tits as his mouth latches to the side of your neck. His fingers pinch and roll your nipples, his tongue warm and wet as he licks up your neck, humming at the taste of you and smiling when he feels you tremble against his body. “I can feel you squeezing me, princess; you gonna cum for me?” He whispers against your ear, humming when you hastily nod. “I don’t think so.”

He slows the draw of his fingers, softly petting at your walls to give enough sensation to have your eyes rolling but not enough to tip over the edge. You frustratedly huff, “Eddie—” “Good sluts ask to come, you know that.”

Your stomach twists at his words, hips squirming in search of more, more, more. You have a lot of pride; you’ve been told it’s your strongest and worst quality before— but here in this dingy club restroom, with Eddie’s overwhelming presence surrounding you and the incessant need to cum gnawing at every cell in your body, you find your pride quickly dwindling like a flame under water. The time when you need your pride the most, it’s nowhere to be found.

“Please, Eddie.” You whisper so quietly Eddie almost misses it. He smiles, “Since I know how hard that was for you, I’ll take it— but I won't be so kind next time, princess.” He pulls his fingers out of you and urges you to turn around and face him.

He nudges you back to sit on the edge of the sink, stepping between your thighs and opening them wide enough to see your glistening cunt, sticky arousal winking up at him beneath the dim neon lighting. “N-next time?” You take in a sharp breath as he hitches your leg around his waist

He chuckles, glancing at your swollen lips as you gaze up at him trying to fight through the hazy fog of arousal. Eddie runs three fingers over your clit before sinking back into you, a low hum rattling from his chest when your shaky hands grasp his shirt, fingers curling and wrinkling the material, “Next time.”

Your words get lost on you when he begins fucking you again, eyes fluttering shut as your legs subconsciously tighten around his waist. You can feel his breath against your top lip, and you fight the urge to seek out his lips with yours. You push up into him, mumbling incoherent pleas into the air. You lick your lips, pussy clenching when the tip of your tongue catches Eddie’s bottom lip. Eddie doesn’t wait for you to make a move this time, his free hand reaching up to grip your jaw, fingertips digging into your cheek as he pushes his lips against yours. You both moan into the kiss, your hips grinding into the thrusts of his fingers.

You keep kissing Eddie until you can’t, too overwhelmed by the pending promise of an orgasm. You slide away from Eddie’s lips and nuzzle into his neck, finding solace in the soft brush of his hair against your face, the distant but familiar scent of his shampoo invading your senses. “I’m gonna come.” You whisper, nails digging into his biceps as your thighs quiver.

Eddie keeps his hand working between your thighs, thanking the many hours he’s spent playing guitar for training his wrist to maintain endurance. His other hand dances up your heaving back, dipping beneath the curtain of your hair to grip the back of your neck, softly squeezing in encouragement. “Let go, baby. Let me feel it.”

You nearly sob when you finally tip over, body tensing before melting against Eddie’s body in shambles of incoherent words and shaking limbs. You can hear the sticky wet substance of your release squelching around his fingers; you can feel it smearing against your thighs and dripping onto the cool tiles of the floor, and you almost feel ashamed when Eddie points it out, “Fuckkk, you’ve been saving this for me, haven’t you?” You hardly register his words, but you nod, mewling as you nuzzle deeper against him, thighs twitching when you teeter on the edge of sensitivity.

“I… Enough, Eddie, please fuck me.” You’re practically begging, pulling away from his neck to blink up at him blearily, sex-drunk hands fumbling to reach out for him. Eddie kisses you and chuckles against your lips, fingers finally slowing down. He pulls away with a lewd hum, leaning back to watch as he removes his fingers from your cunt, dragging the drenched digits up to smear your arousal around your clit, grinning when your thighs twitch.

You try to catch your breath as you silently watch him bring his fingers up to his lips, sinking them into his mouth to sinfully lick your cum from his fingers. He glances at you with a smirk around his fingers, and you squirm in your spot. “You’re being a tease.”

He releases his fingers with a pop before stepping away, “Sorry to cut this short, sweetheart, but I’ve gotta run, and I’m sure your friends are worried about where you went.” You watch in disbelief as he glances in the mirror and fixes a few unruly hair pieces. He looks your way and drops his eye in a wink, “I’ll see you later, princess.”

You silently gape in shock, watching him turn around and stride toward the door. Eddie can feel your eyes throwing darts at him, and he doesn’t bother hiding his smile as he opens the door and steps out.

You have to take a moment to wrap your head around it, but once you do, you wind up more annoyed with yourself for falling so quickly into Eddie’s trap. You clean yourself up and make yourself look presentable again before leaving the restroom to find your friends.

“Where have you been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Penny exclaims once she sees you. She gasps when you get closer, and she sees your neck, leaning in to get a better look, causing you to slap a hand over the sore spot. “Oh, my god. Who?” “What?” “You were definitely screwing someone in the back! Who?”

You wince at her volume, quickly shushing her, “Nobody, Penny, this is old.”

Penny rolls her eyes and opens her mouth to say something, but you quickly cut her off, “I have an early meeting tomorrow, Pen; I have to get going.” Penny frowns but understands either way, giving you a quick hug and bidding you goodbye for the night. You leave her with a final Happy Birthday and make your way out of the club, already yearning for the comfort of your bed.

Before getting a taxi, you find yourself walking into a nearby store and purchasing a CD of Corroded Coffin’s first album, letting the CD burn a hole through your hands on the ride home. When you get home, you fall asleep atop your sheets before you can listen to the record.

You spend the rest of your night dreaming of hazy summers in Hawkins with a young curly-headed boy you knew once upon a time.

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a/n: aH, i hope this was good, next part will be a bit more angsty so this part was for the sluts <3

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marchiekana · 1 year ago

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Hiii, Anon H is here and is very happy that you're back I loved what you did with my prompt. And I hope you had a good time camping !

Y'see I'm very sleep deprived because of my work lmao. Then I thought, 'yeah let's just be super self indulgent I'm too tired for this'. Like a reader that's either overworked, physically drained and / or has a hard time sleeping overall at night. They keep doing the same thing everyday but with less and less sleep. Sorry if it doesn't make much sense, I might just fall asleep any second now.

😔 I feel ya

And also, anon H please take care of yourself!

Asta x reader

March 7th x reader

Kafka x reader

Himeko.

I think I made kafka's and maybe Asta's a bit angsty(not very much)

✨ some angst in kafka's, mentions of death, fainting and falling sick, overworked reader, physically tired reader. Tell me if there anything else!

Also not proofread so there might be some grammer mistakes

Asta

Asta and you are twinning. She's got loads of work and bills and reports that need to be filled and so do you, all because of one uninterested owner of the space station.

Asta's worried about you more because in the end, she can assign someone else to do some of her work but yours I'd different, but she'll still try to make sure that you get some rest and stay fit. She's scared that you'll faint if it's too much work and to make sure you don't she stuffs you with food.

Will force you to sleep no matter what! And she'll even offer to do your work even when she has a lot herself, all cause she's scared you might fall I'll or hurt yourself more.

And if you can't sleep she'll take you out of your room instead of letting you drown in your work. You'd go to see the stars near the main lobby of the spaceship, even though it's the same as always.

Overall she's always ready to do anything for you, as long as you're happy she's happy too

March 7th

(Your one of the astral crew members cuz I say so.)

March and you are polar opposites. She's the bright, energetic one while you look like your gonna commit crimes and die any moment now. That's just how it is.

Everyday, while she does her skincare routine and have fun the whole day, you'd be busy lying around and recovering from a mission, absolutely drained and your body aching all over.

She worried for you to say the least, she can see the fatigue in your eyes and how tired you look but no worries cuz March always comes to the rescue!

Will force you to get some rest and not overexert yourself for a tiny battle. I can basically hear her saying "no need to worry, when I'm here!" Or "I'll protect you !" She just cute like that~

And she'll teach you how important it is to eat well and take good care of yourself! You'll have little sleepovers where you both do each other's nails and wear face masks while watching a movie or just talking, spending time with eachother

And when you can't sleep, she'll be by your side, braiding your hair, combing it, or just hugging you to sleep💜 (I love her)

Its her no.1 mission now, to make sure you take care of yourself properly!

Himeko

Your not getting enough sleep? No worries, just take a sip of Himeko's coffee and you're out cold.

Jokes aside, she's gonna make sure you stay healthy and stay back with her and welt for most missions. Its not like she wants you to not go out and enjoy but more like she's worried that you'll get hurt and overwork yourself trying to help others.

I'm sorry that's all cause now my brain ain't running.

Kafka

Kafka is amused more than worried about it. She questions why you joined the stelleron hunters if you're gonna get tired after every mission. But she sets such thoughts aside and warmly smiles at you as she takes care of you

She'd first make sure you eat so that you're more stronger physically. If she sees you sleeping on the couch she'd go get a blanket to drape on you with a pillow for support.

She's scared that someday your fragility will be the end of you, scared that you'll leave her and that she'll never be able to see her again.

And if you can't sleep shes there by your side massaging your hair or your shoulder so that you relax. And if you can't sleep no matter what she does, even though she hates to use her mind ability on you, she'd use it to tell you to sleep.

She finds it pathetic honestly. Sad that she has to resort to such methods just so you could sleep. But she'll never show it, even when shes worried about you she'd still act chill and laid back. And she'll never let you know how she feels. She loves you after all and doesn't want to lose you.

Iahh himeko's is too short! But I just can't think of what she'd do

I was listening to first love/late spring while typing kafka's and now blame the song for making me feel angsty.

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#honkai imagines #honkai star rail #kafka hsr #kafka honkai star rail #kafka x reader #march 7 x reader #march 7 hsr #march 7th #himeko #himeko honkai star rail #himeko hsr #himeko x you #himeko x reader #asta hsr #honkai star rail asta #asta x reader #kafka x you #hsr kafka #kafka

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celestialbruise · 4 months ago

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Modern cultivation fem ranwan mo ran has a minor qi deviation her heads messed up, she tries to propose to the gorgeous cultivator lady with phoenix eyes and the lady ? Is married? Mr can fight ! Not sure why her insistence on this makes the lady laugh but ohhh its a beautiful laugh

I loved this one! I was giggling every five minutes, thank you sm for your beautiful mind<3 I hope you enjoy this one!

Mo Ran’s eyes fought to open against the stickiness of sleep. A moment later, she was sorry she had wasted her efforts, her gritty eyes immediately assaulted by the blindingly bright light. Didn’t she have curtains in her room she drew every night? And what was with the cloying smell of antiseptic in the air?

A moment after that, Mo Ran was no longer sorry. In fact, her eyes opened as wide as they could - she swore she would never blink again. Not if it meant missing a second of the breathtaking beauty sat by her bedside.

Mo Ran asked without thinking, her voice hazy like a dream, “Am I in heaven?”

Amber, phoenix eyes darted up to look at her then, and Mo Ran’s breath snagged almost painfully in her throat. Oh. Oh, she was not only beautiful - she was divinity incarnate. Caught off guard, the woman’s expression was incomparably soft, soft as a spring breeze and gentle, overwhelmingly so, just like the pale morning light dappling her elegant features.

Then, Mo Ran’s question registered, and those petal-pink lips quirked down into a frown.

“What?”

“Because you’re a goddess,” Mo Ran murmured, skinned so raw by this woman’s beauty that she had no choice but to be honest. “Or did you come down to lead me there yourself?”

The woman cocked her head, her ponytail swishing with the movement. Mo Ran wanted to know what it felt like to tug, to hold it wrapped around her hand.

“....Mo Ran?”

Mo Ran’s heart thumped almost painfully against her breastbone. “You know my name?”

“Mn,” the woman’s eyebrows dipped, a look of quiet but clear confusion write plain as day on her visage. Mo Ran hadn’t the mind to question it - she hadn’t the mind for much of anything. That vernal visage had ensnared her, unraveled her.

“What’s yours?”

“Chu Wanning?” Her eyes crinkled at the corners, a sight that drew Mo Ran’s enraptured eyes.

“Wanning,” Mo Ran breathed out the name as if it were worship. “It suits you. You know, I always hoped my wife would have a beautiful name like that. Chu Wanning. It must be fate.”

“Are you thirsty?” Chu Wanning asked then, disregarding Mo Ran’s declaration. She proffered a paper cup of water. “Does your head hurt?”

Mo Ran took the water, because her throat was dry, and not only because of the beauty by her bedside. Her head also kind of hurt, too. But these matters were ultimately unimportant in the face of the question burning on the tip of her tongue.

Mo Ran had to ask, “Look, I know we haven’t known each other for very long, and maybe it’s crazy, but - but I like you, okay? You’re so beautiful, and you have such a gentle face, and you have such a soft voice and you brought me water and fuck you have the nicest fingers….”

Mo Ran’s breath hitched as the back of Chu Wanning’s hand touched her forehead, and the rest of her question poured from her lips like the reawakening of a river breaking free of the winter’s ice that had encased it.

“Wanning, will you marry me?”

Chu Wanning slowly shook her head and Mo Ran’s heart sank, sinking further and further before finally hitting cold, hard rock bottom as the beautiful, ethereal woman held up her left hand, her ring finger already claimed.

“What?” Of course, someone as elegant and refined and charming as Chu Wanning would be married. Who wouldn’t want to spend the rest of their life by her side? Mo Ran’s dream of two minutes had been shattered, but she refused to believe this wasn’t salvageable. “So? I’ll bet they aren’t as good as me. Wait - do you have a husband, or a wife?” Mo Ran had to be sure before she made her argument.

Chu Wanning tucked a stray strand of hair that had fallen out of her ponytail behind her ear. “I have a wife.”

“Pfft, and where is she? She left you all alone? She sounds like a real bitch. Wanning, if you were mine, I would never leave you alone. To part with you for even a single moment would feel like an agonizing eternity. I wouldn’t be able to bear such a separation - not from the one who holds my heart.”

Chu Wanning looked away, her rosy cheeks darkening sanguine.

“Mo Ran…..”

“No, really, hear me out!” If Mo Ran wasn’t connected to a bunch of wires and also feeling dangerously light-headed, she would have gone down onto her knees to beg, that's how desperate she was for this woman. “Um, can she cook?”

“She can.”

Mo Ran scoffed. “I’ll bet I’m way better at it than her. I could cook you anything. Just say the word and it’s yours.”

Chu Wanning cocked her head, “What if I only like very mild dishes?”

“Baby, there won’t be a chili pepper in sight,” Mo Ran said earnestly. “I’m prepared to fight for you, you know. Oh! Can she fight? I have muscles. I could totally take her.”

“My wife is very strong,” Chu Wanning said solemnly. “She’s a peerless zongshi who has fought countless monsters and evil spirits.”

“I’m sure I could still kick her ass,” Mo Ran said with unearned confidence, considering she was currently laid up in a hospital bed because of an apparent illness she hadn’t even thought to ask about, yet. “I’d do it, if it meant I had a chance to hold your heart.”

Chu Wanning shook her head, that mesmerizing ponytail, while clearly disheveled, still somehow looking as soft as silk. “Ridiculous.”

“It’s really not!” Mo Ran’s voice broke as she folded her hands in prayer. Her heart was beating a painful beat, thrashing where it was kept trapped inside its cage of bone, held back from the one whose careful, safe hands it desired. “Wanning, I feel we’re meant to be together. Don’t you feel the same?”

“I’m sorry,” Chu Wanning said, dark lashes turning down as she pursed her lips. “But I love my wife,” she added in a mere whisper, her voice warm with love. “More than anything.”

Mo Ran could practically hear the exact moment her heart finally shattered, irrevocably. That was it, then. Such love, spoken with such deep, aching affection….

How could Mo Ran compete?

“Then…just stay with me. Please. Even - even if you love your wife, promise I can still stay by your side?”

Chu Wanning looked stricken, and Mo Ran hated that she’d been the one to put that look on her face. She’d kiss it away, if she could. But before she could apologize, or even hope to attempt to remedy such a seemingly hopeless situation, a cursory knock sounded before a doctor strode into the room. Mo Ran glared at the intruder, who looked steadily back, entirely nonplussed.

“Good. You’re awake. How are you feeling?” The doctor asked, though he didn’t seem to care either way. Chu Wanning’s glance flicked briefly towards the doctor, before seemingly tugged back by Mo Ran.

“She seems to have….gaps in her memory.”

“Well, that’s to be expected,” he nodded. “It should only last a few hours. A day, at most. The qi deviation she suffered was relatively mild, as far as these things go. You’re lucky.”

Qi deviation? Mo Ran did vaguely remember flashes of light tearing through her vision, the feeling of fire coursing through her veins before it all disintegrated into a perfect, pitch black….

“Remember, when she’s discharged she’s not allowed to operate any heavy machinery or sign any legally binding documents for at least the next 48 hours. I recommend medicine, some hot tea and nourishing, mild food, and lots of rest.” The doctor fixed Mo Ran with a stern, no-nonsense look. “I trust you’ll allow your wife to take care of you?”

Wife? Mo Ran was married too? But she didn’t want any wife that wasn’t Chu Wanning! Was she going to have to get divorced now? She’d have to! And she very well should! After all, it wasn’t her wife who had waited steadfastly by her bedside, but an angel dressed in all white-

Mo Ran suddenly realized the doctor had gestured to Chu Wanning after these words were spoken. And it was only then Mo Ran realized Chu Wanning wasn’t holding back tears, but laughter.

“Dummy,” Chu Wanning scoffed as Mo Ran turned her wide eyes onto her, but she was smiling, a soft, almost imperceptible, but breathtaking thing. “Look at your own hand.”

Mo Ran’s eyes darted down and widened impossibly further as the light caught on the matching band adorning her finger, the diamond glistening like a star. That light could rival the one that had just pierced the cracks running up and down her heart, filling her body with a radiant joy.

“I’m married!” Mo Ran gasped, elation coursing through her veins like honey, warm and rich and syrupy-sweet. “I’m married to the most beautiful woman in the world!”

And Chu Wanning laughed, a soft, sweet sound that was perhaps the most beautiful sound to be found in all of the universe. That laugh left Mo Ran grasping for her, eager to pull this angelic creature into her arms to hold onto her, forever. To never forget her ever again.

“That’s the happiest I’ve ever seen someone after a qi deviation,” the doctor muttered. Mo Ran paid him no mind, lavishing Chu Wanning’s face with tiny, greedy kisses, ignoring her half-hearted protests and the doctor’s scoffs about ‘newlyweds’ as he beat a hasty retreat from the room.

“I’d still do anything to make you mine,” Mo Ran whispered against Chu Wanning’s trembling lips, lashes catching on her wife’s, their noses pressed together. ��Even if it meant kicking my own ass.”

“Silly, that’s what you are,” Chu Wanning murmured fondly, pulling away to flick Mo Ran on the nose. “Don’t scare me like that again.”

Mo Ran couldn’t promise that, of course. Not with the lives they led. But she captured Chu Wanning’s hand and brought it to her lips, pressing a kiss to her skin, a wordless promise to always return, through hell and back.

#ranwan #ranwan fic #mo ran x chu wanning #fluff #comedy #genderbend #fem!ranwan #erha fic #erha he ta de bai mao shizun #erha #the husky and his white cat shizun #my fanfiction #danmei fanfic nightclub

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wra-1-th · 1 year ago

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a percy/annabeth oneshot to celebrate the holidays and the nearing release of the show!

(also posted on ao3)

Camp Half-Blood was relatively quiet as most of the campers that were able had already left camp to go home for the holidays, but a number of campers had stayed behind, preferring to spend the holidays at camp for whatever reason. It was an unseasonably warm evening for the middle of December, and the snow blanketing the cabins and trees added an ethereal quality to the camp. Even though it caused a chill, the breeze was comforting as it swept through camp and tousled Annabeth’s hair. She was sitting on the roof of the Poseidon cabin with Percy, the pair of them draped in blankets. Her boyfriend was looking at her as though she had been the one to hang the stars from the night sky above them, and Annabeth knew that she was utterly in love with the boy next to her.

“You, my Wise Girl, are the epitome of all that humanity can be,” he told her. “If there is ever another person half as incredible as you, everyone that knows them will have Tyche smiling upon them.” Dramatic confessions of love were not at all out of character for Percy, and Annabeth had grown used to them. She had also grown used to the fact that her boyfriend meant each and every word. Still, she liked to tease him about it.

Annabeth grinned, putting a hand to his forehead. “Do you have a fever? What’s going on here, Percy?”

He looked at her as if she had said something insane. “Am I not allowed to appreciate my lovely girlfriend?”

She laughed. “Oh don’t get me wrong, it’s very nice.” She scooted closer to him so that they were pressed against each other and leaned her head against his shoulder. “But now I’m ever so suspicious. Did you do something that you’re trying to win me over for?”

Percy’s hand was against his chest as though Annabeth’s words had been shot into him like a bullet. “I cannot believe that you think so little of me. I would never do that. I am a responsible and mature teenager, I would never try to win you over with fancy words.

“The first time we met, I watched you drool in your sleep. You may have saved the world a couple of times now, but I need you to remember that I know every embarrassing thing that you have ever done. You’re lucky I love you anyway.” Percy’s hand had come up to wrap around her shoulder, and she felt him laugh against her. “Just in case you didn’t know, neither ‘responsible’ nor ‘mature’ describe you in the slightest.”

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Wise Girl.”

“You’d almost definitely have died years ago. Now come on, what did you do?”

Percy sighed, accepting defeat. “You’re too smart for me. But fine, I may or may not have done something, but you have to promise not to get mad. Okay?”

Annabeth raised an incredulous eyebrow. She was a daughter of Athena. There was no way she was going to make a promise without knowing what was about to happen. “Percy…” she warned.

“It’s a surprise, Annie. I promise you’re going to love it.” He wrapped her hand in his, his hands surprisingly warm. Annabeth was basically freezing, so she appreciated it.

“Then why did you ask me not to get mad?”

“Because. Do you want to see it or not?”

Annabeth acted as though she was unsure, pretending to contemplate the offer for a moment. In truth, she had already agreed to it the moment she had realized that he was plotting something, but this was more fun. “If you insist, Seaweed Brain.”

Percy’s grin was entirely worth it. It was bright enough to light up any room, and Annabeth had decided long ago that seeing Percy smile was probably her favourite thing. He clutched a blanket around his shoulders like it was a cape as he leapt up, extending a hand to Annabeth.

She pretended to swoon as she accepted his hand. “My night in fluffy armour.”

“My damsel who could most definitely handle herself if she was ever in distress,” Percy replied, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing the back of it. Annabeth smiled and blushed. She didn’t think she would ever be entirely used to the ease with which Percy loved her. It seemed to be as easy as breathing for him, making her blush with his simple compliments and stealing her breath with every kiss. Annabeth wished that she could display her love in the same way he did. It had never been as easy for her to let down her walls, but she had no doubt that Percy knew she loved him with all of her heart.

The two of them made their way down from the roof and began walking along the beaten trails through the camp. Paths had been shoveled through the snow nearly as soon as it had fallen, making it easy for campers to go through camp without having to pick their way through mounds of snow.

Percy and Annabeth walked along one of these trails, Percy leading her… well, she wasn’t entirely sure where she was being led. She was just trusting that Percy knew where he was going.

The two stopped in front of the shed by the lake, and Annabeth noticed that there was already a canoe on the shore. She looked over at Percy for confirmation and he gestured for her to go towards it. As Annabeth approached the canoe, she noticed that there was a basket on the sand beside it. Again she turned around to look at Percy, and he nodded, gesturing once more for her to keep going.

“Do we have permission to do this?” Annabeth asked, already having grabbed the basket.

“We both know that you’re not all that concerned about permission, Wise Girl. But yeah, I did talk to Chiron. C’mon, get in.”

Annabeth complied and Percy entered after her. They couldn’t exactly go out onto the water, seeing as the lake was frozen, but it seemed that Percy only intended to sit on the shore. Meanwhile, Annabeth opened the basket and pulled out a tin of Sally’s signature blue cookies, a bag of blue caramel popcorn, an assortment of blue jelly beans and gummies, and a Christmas card that Annabeth had no doubt had been decorated by Estelle, if the crayon drawing of three smiling stick figures wearing Santa hats was any indication. Estelle’s name was written rather large in the same crayon under Sally’s neat Christmas wishes for Percy and Annabeth.

“Mom wanted to send us some stuff, since we couldn’t be home for Christmas. I figured I’d make it a date.” Percy smiled sheepishly. “There should be something else in there too.”

Percy was right- at the bottom of the basket was a small velvet bag the colour of the ocean.

“What… is this?” Annabeth asked, entirely confused.

“Open it,” Percy prompted. He seemed to be holding his breath, and it was making Annabeth nervous.

Inside the bag was a silver ring with a blue gemstone. Annabeth looked up at Percy, eyes wide.

He took a breath, locking eyes with her. “I want to marry you, Annabeth. I know that we’re still young and it obviously can't happen for a long time, but one day, I want to stand at the altar with you and say, ‘I do’. I want to watch you walk towards me in a beautiful white gown- but really, you make anything look beautiful- while our parents sit in the front row and my mom is holding back tears. I want Estelle to scatter flower petals in front of you. I want your brothers to walk up with the rings. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, my Wise Girl. I love you.”

Annabeth felt as though she might cry. She didn’t think she could form a coherent sentence at the moment. She had read the dictionary for fun once, but she couldn’t recall a single word. All she could do was nod as she slipped the ring onto finger. Not the finger she would have a wedding ring on, but her right ring finger.

“Annabeth?”

“I want it too, Percy. I- gods, you’re insane. I love you, Seaweed Brain.”

Percy’s smile was blinding. He could have been a son of Apollo with how bright he was basically glowing. Annabeth was sure that her expression matched his.

“Do you want a cookie?”

Percy grabbed one before she had even finished asking the question.

“Oh, you know me so well.”

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lssugaluv · 2 years ago

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“Welcome Home”

• Chapter 9 of “My First.”

See "My First" Chapter list here: My First Masterlist.

• See My Masterlist here: Lssugaluv's Masterlist.

• Chapter 8 link: "From Closures to New Beginnings."

Contains: Family fluff, worries, feelings, family time.

After the what seemed like a long car drive, you finally arrive to Atsumu’s place. He knew you felt a bit uncomfortable and offered you to stay in the guest room. He asked if it was okay if he can sleep with Benji for the night which you agreed on. You asked to shower and he let you borrow one of his t-shirts to sleep. He got Benji ready for bed, and changed him into his Pjs that you had for him in your bag.

The next morning, you woke up to Atsumu on the phone. "So you're telling me that I have to do a press conference?!" Said the man in a frustrated tone. Minutes later, he knocks on your door and asks to speak with you. "I spoke to my representative and he told me that Akira already broke the news about calling the engagement off. She's going off saying I cheated on her. And she already mentioned the press about you and Benjiro."

Atsumu rests his head on the bed stressed out. He continues with, "now I have to go out and explain the situation. But I don't know if I want too." You grab his hand and try to encourage him. "Obviously you don't have to say everything but I do suggest you to go out there. You don't want to seem like a cheater either." You both smiled at one another. Benji gets up from bed and comes to you and Sumu. "Mama, Papa, I hungry." He says as he rubs his tummy. "Let's make pancakes?" Suggests Atsumu.

You guys all entered the dark kitchen and fix up some pancakes. Atsumu couldn't get enough of how adorable Benji is. He also couldn’t get enough of you in his oversized t-shirt. “If I can wake up every morning to this, it'll be amazing." Atsumu quietly says and you simply smiled.

"Hey so I want to know if you aren't busy today?" You asked as you guys were cleaning up. "No, I have practice today at 4 though." You nod your head and as he asks why. "I have to visit the school board today at 12, to see where I will be placed. And then I have a couple of apartment complexes to view." Atsumu eyes shot up bright. "You want me to go with you?" He asks just like an excited little Benji. You giggled and told him no. "I will like for you to watch Benji. Maybe spend more time with him." He liked your suggestion and agreed.

"If I don't come back by 3 to pick him up, please drop him off at my mom's. I'll let her know since I'm going over to change anyways." He agrees and takes both you and Benji back to your parents. He waited for you to freshen Benji up and get his stuff ready. You handed Sumu the bags of supplies and told him everything he needed to know. "Please if you need anything or have any questions call me Atsumu." He laughed hard at you. "Y/n, I'm not some type of babysitter, I'm his dad. Don't worry, everything will be okay." He tried to help your worries go away. "Oh, do not forget to give him his pain medicine for his arm okay."

You gave Benji plenty of hugs and kisses up until he became annoyed. "Y/n it's okay. He will be in good hands." You look at Atsumu with a worried expression. "It's just. I never leave him alone. I only did but with my sister. This is hard." He gave you a hug and laughed at you. "Look at you being all mama bear. At least I know he has always been in good hands." You smile and wave your good byes.

Okay l/n sama, you will be placed in Inarizaki and work as a counselor there." You were so excited, you right away called Maya to tell her the news. "We need to celebrate!" Says Maya. You girls hang up and you meet up with the realtor. He took you to three different apartments. The first one was nice but it was a bit far from work. You needed something close to work, your parents home, and to a day care. You noticed the realtor on a phone call.

"I actually have another place to show you," you go to a very similar apartment complex building. You guys went to the fourth floor. "What do you think of this?" You did like it but you weren't sure. "It has the city view, it's close to your parents home and work. The day care is about a 10 min drive however." You looked around at the rooms. "It does have great space for my baby and I but it may be too much just for the both of us."

The realtor kept trying to convince you. "Well this place does have a play house where you can take your son. There's a spa, a pool, a gym, and they even have food courts!" You then asked for the pricing. That was when your realtor told you that someone was offering this to you. You heard a knock on the door and saw Atsumu and Benji walk in. "So, what do you think?" Says Atsumu with an amused tone. "I had a feeling you were behind this." You say as you lay a hand on your forehead.

"I'll allow you two to talk." And the realtor steps out. "It's nice but it may be expensive." He smiled at you. "I'll take care of the payments." You obviously refused. "Well, it's mine." And you sat there in confusion. " I bought it yesterday, so I owe mine and this one. Mine is on the 6th floor which is the top flooring here." You simply smiled.

"Look, I wanted you to live with me. But with all this commotion I'm having, I knew it was not a good idea. Plus, I already know you will reject my offer. But please, I want you and Benji to stay close to me." You took his offer and spoke to the realtor. "Sell all of your things in America, you will start fresh here." You thanked him by giving him a hug. Your arms were around his waist while your head rested by his chest. "Welcome home!!"

After thought:

Y/n finally settles in. So far everything is going well for her and Atsumu. They both have been focusing all of their attention on Benji. But what about them two? How far will their relationship go?

See you on the next chapter. 🥹

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mrs-johansson · 2 years ago

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Chapter 4: Captain America: The Winter Soldier - Partners in crime

Part 10:

“Why do I only see you when you get into a hospital?” My dad’s grumbling voice woke me up. Bright lights were making opening my eyes a difficult task but I managed. “I wasn’t planning on getting here,” I declared. “Yeah, everyone says that. How are you anyway?” He took a seat at the side of my bed. “I’m dizzy, but I’m sure I’ll get better in no time,” I sighed and he nodded. “Romanoff just left, she had some government stuff to deal with.” “She was here?” Maybe she visited Steve. “Yeah, didn’t leave your side since they brought you in.” “Right… How’s Steve?” “Holding up, this Sam guy is with him.” “He’s a friend.” “I thought he was a fan, to be honest.” “Sometimes I do too. Can you ask a nurse when they will let me go?” I vocalized. “Yeah, sure.”

She was here. I wouldn’t expect her to do this but clearly she didn’t want me to know since she left. I hope we work things out soon.

***

After one more day in the hospital, I was let go. Going home, I didn’t know what to expect. Is she gonna be there or she'll be long gone?

Unlocking the door I was scared to walk in, but I pushed open the wooden door and I stepped inside.

Seeing a piece of paper on the countertop, I quickly got that and saw that Natasha signed the bottom.

I hope when you read this, you’ll be fully healed and well because you scared us all pretty bad. Even though we broke up, I still want our work to be unbothered from this because it’s very important for both of us. We basically started off as colleges, we should be fine.

I cleaned out my stuff from the apartment, and temporarily I will move back to the HQ. You can stay if you want but we could also keep this as a safe house until we find some options for its future.

Lastly, I wanted to say sorry. We planned so much for us and we were blinded by the pink fog which led us here. All I hope is that all we need is time. You were my first love Y/n, and nothing can change that. But until then, please be careful and never forget, pain only makes us stronger.

Tears were unstoppable. My heart ached. Natasha was my home and my peace. She was the one who I came home to when I had a rough day or she was the one who woke me up from a nightmare.

For a whole year I learned how not to rely on people but she was my person. And now I have to change my life because we didn’t work.

***

After both Steve and I have recovered, Sam and the two of us decided to go out and have some drinks.

“Even though Sam has lost our bet, I’ll pay for tonight’s drinks. Post-breakup spending is everything that I need right now,” we sat down at a table. “How you holding up?” Asked Sam. “Well… I cry myself to sleep every night but I'm fine. I haven’t seen her since, but I don’t want it to affect work, so I need to get my shit together. So we need to drink tonight, these are the times that I wish I could get drunk.” “Alright, that’s why we need a lot of drinks,” Sam stood up. “What are you drinking?” he asked. “Gin and tonic for me, please.” “I’m good with a beer.” As Sam left Steve took his chance and asked away.

“So daughter…” He had a small smile on his freshly shaved face. “Yeah, not a happy story, don’t get your hopes up.” “Is there anything happy about the Red Room?” Giving Steve a shortened version of the story, he was kind of in shock. “So he’s trying to find her?” He asked. “Yeah, I guess.” “Do you think you could be a mom?” He asked. “I don’t know. I’m sure it would be difficult at first, like for everybody, but then I would get great at it.” “I think you would be a great mom.” “Thanks, Steve .”

For the rest of the night we were drinking like there was no tomorrow. Honestly I was feeling sorry for Sam, because he will regret every sip of alcohol tomorrow.

***

The next day we met up with Fury, then I decided I’m gonna work from Stark Industries for a while, lay low and do subtle jobs. Nick thought it was a good idea too.

I texted Natasha and told her if she wanted, she could have the place for herself since I still had my apartment in Manhattan. It would have been a waste to sell that place. So I packed all my stuff by the end of the week. I was finishing the last box when the door opened, and Natasha walked in.

“I’ll be out in a minute, this is the last one,” moving my hands around and all my things flying inside the box. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you mowing out is way easier,” said Nat as she walked to the kitchen unpacking her groceries. “I gotta use this for something, don’t I?” “I guess… You hungry, I bought some Chinese?” She poked her head out of the kitchen. “Actually I have to go, I need to prepare for a meeting tomorrow.” I took off the apartment key of my keychain before grabbing the last box. “This is yours,” I extended the little key to her but she shook her head. “Keep it, just in case,” Natasha shrugged with a barely noticeable smile on her face. “Alright,” putting it back in my pocket, I made my way towards the door. “I guess I’ll see you around,” I gave her a small nod. “See you around.”

***

Weeks have been passing by. I had a mission every 5 days and in those 5 days I was at the office. Working has been a great distraction from Natasha. We talk like every couple of days. She’s been out of the country for a week now, doing some work for Fury.

Today I had a presentation for the company, a 3 year plan for Stark Industries.

“We need to rebuild some parts of New York. The battle was way too damaging for the citizens and building accommodation is our best way to do so,” I said. On the screen I made a layout of a couple new buildings we could make. “Since we had multiple global sized threats, our buildings need to be stable and practical. Families have lost their homes and we're gonna give it back to them. You’re gonna get the files about the plan by the end of the afternoon. Thank you for your time today,” I looked around and with a round of applause we finished our meeting.

“Y/n you have a visitor waiting in your office,” Liam walked up to me. “Who?” “All he said was James, he wished to remain quiet about him being here.” James is here? “Alright, please keep everyone away from my office.” “Right away.” “Thank you.”

Walking in the hallway, I didn’t know what to expect. He was here as James so anything could happen.

Placing my hand on the handle, I took a deep breath in, then opened in. He was sitting at my desk, not in my chair of course. As he heard the door James turned around. I closed the door behind me and slowly walked to my chair.

He had a baseball hat on, his hair brushed behind his ears. Simple black t-shirt and a brown jacket over it. Leather gloves covering his hand.

“You know, Steve is desperately looking for you. But I’m guessing you want to lay low,” I sat down. “I can’t see him, I need time,” he said. “Where have you been?” “Bucharest, had some missions over there and I always liked the city, very calm and hidden.” “Glad you’re alive,” I gave him a small smile. His features have softened since we last met. “Thank you for not killing me, you had the chance,” he smiled lightly which was a relief. “Well what can I say, I try not to,” I shrugged and we chuckled, but it died down quickly. “How are you holding up?” I asked and he didn’t know how to answer. I could hear his confused thoughts. “You know that by now, don’t you?” He asked with a small smirk but I shook my head. “I don’t use that on people close to me.” “Not even your girlfriend?” I sighed and shifted in my seat. “We broke up.” “What happened?” “He told me about you and her, not gonna lie it was a big surprise… and she just couldn’t open up. I’m not building a relationship on lies.” “So you’re single?” He asked. “That I am.” “Not for long probably. You look pretty good when you are not getting shocked.” “Wow, never thought I’d live the day you talk normally, maybe even flirt,” I chuckled. “That bad, huh?” “Could’ve been worse, but with your looks you could get anyone you want so… don’t worry about the talking.” He nodded. “Not to be rude but… why did you come here?” “I think she might be alive and I needed a place to lay low, but you’re the only person I trust.”

She might be alive? How? This can’t be real. “What makes you think that?” My leg bounced, and my heart started racing. “There’s an orphanage in Main, a girl named Katarina Barnes, she’s two and born in Russia, around the due date you were supposed to have. Her DNA showed all American genes. She grows slowly, probably because of the Super Soldier genes and your godly ones. I needed you to know before I go and see her.” “I’m coming with you,” I said harshly. “But we need to lay low, nobody can know I’m here,” James said with a serious expression on his face. “I’ll hide you, but we need to get her.”

***

“I’ve got some mail for you also, this one I didn’t know what it was. No information on it,” Liam handed me a couple things along with a big orange envelope. “Alright, thank you.”

Opening the envelope, I saw right away that it was Katarina’s birthserificet and all her medical papers.

Going straight to the lab, I tested everything and I sat through the whole night to wait and see if our DNA’s match.

I woke up to my phone buzzing on the counter and as I sat up, I knew it was probably the worst idea to sleep while sitting.

“Yeah?” I spoke into the phone. “Hey, did I wake you?” Natasha’s voice rang through the phone. Shit, she was supposed to bring me some papers. “Ugh yeah, but I just fell asleep accidentally.” “So you’re not at the office?” “I am, kind of. I’m in my lab, can you come down please? I have to show you something,” I cleared my throat trying to get rid of my sore throat. “I’ll bring coffee and breakfast, I bet you haven’t eaten in a decade.” Why is she nice?! I can’t get over her if she’s nice! “Okay, thanks.”

In about thirty minutes, the elevator’s sound alerted me about Nat’s arrival.

“I thought you left those days behind when you sleep here,” Natasha’s woke voice made me turn around. “My daughter is alive.”

Natasha’s mouth dropped open and she stopped in her tracks before slowly walking towards my desk, placing everything on the table. “Are you serious?”

“I mean I haven’t checked the DNA test, but it’s a really big possibility,” I stared at the screen, afraid to look at the results. “Well why didn’t you?” She pulled a chair to the desk and sat down.

“What if she’s not mine… I’ve had hope for a couple of days now, that she’s alive and close. What if it’s not true?” I felt my heart pounding, scared to lose this tiny bit of hope too.

Nat placed a hand on my back which made me look at her. She’s being physical and I’m getting anxious not gonna lie. We are supposed to be broken up.

“Look… there’s another side to those ifs. What if she’s yours, what if you could finally have her? Check the result. Whatever happens, you still have a daughter,” her green eyes were giving so much comfort and I miss that every day. “Fine…”

Clicking on the test, then the result, I brought it out on a projector. The big blue hologram showed the answer.

Tears were floating down my cheek as I read over and over again the positive word. I know Nat was talking but I couldn’t hear anything right at that moment.

I have my daughter and she’s alive.

***

“Ready to go in?” Asked James from the driver’s seat. I looked at the orphanage and all I could think about was this little girl, who was all alone since she was born. “Yeah.”

We called ahead that we were coming and I was never this nervous about anything. I’m about to meet my daughter. After the DNA check, James and I were sure that we needed to come and see her

Walking in I had mixed feelings. If they allow us to adopt her, will I be able to take care of her? Mom’s usually have 9 or more months to prepare for motherhood. And I have had 2 weeks so far.

The manager of the orphanage was very kind to us and immediately showed the way to Katarina. “She’s an angel. Even though she can’t really communicate with the other kids, she has a couple friends who she plays with all the time.” The woman said and I smiled at her words.

There were about six kids in the playroom. It was decorated very nicely, animal cartoons painted on the walls and different shades of earth toned furniture around the room and tons of toys for the babies.

“She’s the one with the pigtails. Now that we’ve met, she’s a great mix of the two of you,” said the woman and I quickly found Katarina. I grabbed onto James’ arm and couldn’t take my eyes off of the little girl.

She had piercing blue eyes and dark brown hair, all from Barnes. A big smile on her face, a couple of teeth already visible. A small flowery dress was on her and tiny shoes. She was perfect. “Can we meet her?” I asked. “Of course, I’ll walk you to a room and we’ll get ready for you.”

The door opened. A woman walked in with Katarina in her hands. She was looking around curiously, small hands resting on her caretaker’s shoulders.

We made eye contact and I fell in love immediately. The pureness in her eyes was unmatchable. “Here you go,” the woman handed her to me, and I was afraid to even touch her. Putting my hands under her arms, I sat her down on my lap.

Big blue eyes were staring up at me and I couldn’t hold back my smile. “I know you can’t hear but hi,” I whispered, brushing a piece of hair out of her face. As I touched her little face, a smile spread across her cheeks. “You’re perfect,” a single tear rolled down my cheeks. “Does she know sign language?” I turned to the manager. “Yes, she’s a very quick learner.”

James took off the glove from his right hand, and carefully reached towards Katarina’s tiny hand. His one finger fit into her whole hand. He waved to her and she looked at him with a huge smile.

We finally found our daughter, who is the most adorable human being on the planet. And she’s perfect, the prettiest little girl.

Even tho she had a rough meeting with the world at first, from now on I will do everything in my power to protect her for on anything and anyone, and show her the word that she holds in her tiny little hands.

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This would be the last part of Chapter 4. It’s a little shorter than the last ones, but I thought I wouldn’t drag it out more. Next chapter will be:

Avengers: Age of Ultron - Two Ghosts

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avocado-frog · 2 years ago

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Dahlia. 7

Chapter rating: T Chapter title: 6/10/2020 Chapter warnings: Elliot's suicide attempt is mentioned a few times, and also Jaxon has beat the shit out of someone in this chapter so a little bit of blood Word count: 2,500 Summary: Leo finally picks up the phone, Dylan takes Elliot to the woods, and Jaxon meets Dylan's parents

Leo jolted awake at the sudden, harsh buzzing of her phone, lighting the dark room in a bright, blue-ish light, blinding as she grumbled and reached over to pick it up.

Two-fifteen in the morning, the time read, but the phone was still buzzing, and it took Leo more time than she'd like to admit for her slightly-disoriented brain to register that she was being called.

Sam's name, and his contact image- it'd been taken right before Christmas when he and Jaxon were at the store, trying to put as many Santa hats on themselves as they could find. They had looked like gnomes, and they'd nearly gotten kicked out.

Leo, briefly, wondered if she should've been concerned that she was being called at two in the morning, and decided that, whatever the problem was, it could wait until morning. She hit decline, and rolled back over, laying in a big pile of blankets, because she had never expected Ryan to stay with her when she left, and so she only packed one air mattress, and she'd obviously given it to her brother. She never got around to getting proper beds. Soon enough, she was going to drag Ryan back to New Hampshire, kicking and screaming, if necessary, and then she would get her air mattress back.

She closed her eyes again, reveling in the peace and quiet and pitch-black of her room for half-a-second, before her phone started to buzz again.

Leo would've screamed if she were the only one there, instead choosing to flip over again, now getting a call from Logan.

God, something was going on over there, she had to assume.

Logan called her once a month, Cass only once every two or three. Her cousins were about the same, calling whenever they thought about it. Lily would call maybe twice or three times every week, Dylan would text on the eighteenth of every month exactly, of course, Sam called every night, and Jaxon never did at all. The calls that went out to Ryan were much more frequent, but neither of them ever answered.

With how infrequently Leo was contacted, and knowing Logan, getting called twice in one night, by two people who never stayed up late, (Sam did so many sports during the day in the summer that he was always exhausted, and Logan had college and a job and five kids to look after, he couldn't afford to stay up late) Leo knew something had to be going on.

The real question was why they would call her. Leo didn't have any association with any of them anymore, and the minute she got Ryan to go home, where he belonged, she would finally be alone, like she had been meant to be.

A second call from Sam, and then a third, and a fourth, the final two came in rapid succession after Leo declined each of them, as if getting more frantic. Logan tried again, and again, and then Lily, once, then twice, then three times, then she gave up.

Leo shot to her feet, mild annoyance bashing the growing fear back with a stick, as she quietly pushed her door open, swiftly making her way to Ryan's bedroom across the hall. Gently, she knocked on the wood with the back of her hand, and pushed the door open.

Ryan slept in a bundle of monotonously-colored blankets on the air mattress, the room lit up by a dim, flickering light, curled up around his pillow, sleeping on his arm.

He was a heavy sleeper, spending most of his day in that room, asleep, though it wasn't as bad as the first few weeks after Elliot almost died. Ryan didn't lock the door anymore, and he put garbage in the large bin that they found inside the school, with the wheels and everything, instead of letting it pile around him like before. He was doing better now, to her relief.

"Ryan." Leo shook her brother's shoulder gently. He shifted a little, whining at the contact, moving to hide further into his blankets. "Ry. Get up, buddy."

"...Don' wanna."

"I know, I don't, either." Leo smiled softly, shaking him again. "Just a sec, okay?"

Slowly, Ryan sat up, blinking, rubbing his eye with the palm of his hand. Leo nudged him with her shoulder, scrolling through all her missed calls. Ryan stared, not completely processing it.

"Something's wrong...?" Ryan asked, voice raw with how late it was. Leo shrugged half-heartedly.

"Check your phone real quick."

Ryan nodded, and stood up, reaching around the floor for his phone on it's charger, nodding his head again. "Jaxon and Sam called me, like... a million times..."

"I'm going to call back." Leo ruffled his hair with her free hand, to try and be reassuring. His face scrunched up with worry. "Hey, I'm sure it's okay."

Leo stepped out of the room, closing Ryan's door, and calling Logan back. Logan, least likely to freak out if it happened to be something bad.

Logan always answered on the second ring, so seeing that little detail stay the same, was almost bittersweet. She held the phone to her right ear.

"...What's up?" Leo mumbled, horrified by her own awkwardness. She sighed to herself. "Everything okay?"

"Leo," Logan's tone was controlled, his panic strained and muffled. He spoke calmly, but carefully soft, fragile. Her heart crumbled slightly.

"What is it, Lo?"

A sigh. Leo tensed. "A few hours ago, Dylan came downstairs, with some box they said was garbage. Jaxon woke up a second ago, and told me that Dylan wasn't there. At all. Sam says that... Elliot... isn't upstairs anymore. Lily thinks he might've been in Dylan's box."

"...What?"

"Dylan went missing," Logan repeated. Her heart raced. "And they might've taken Elliot, too. All we want to know is whether you've seen them."

"No, I just woke up."

"Right, sorry."

"I'll call if I see them," Leo promised, despite how unlikely it was. "If I see Dylan, I'll call you. First thing I'll do, promise."

"Okay." Logan exhaled softly. "Okay, thank you, Leo."

"They just... straight-up took Elliot?" Leo shouldn't laugh at that. "That's- what?"

"I'm... honestly too tired to think about it." Leo could tell. He sounded exhausted. She winced a little. "But I won't be able to sleep until I know that they're both okay."

Leo was quiet for a moment, seeing Ryan's door creak open slightly in the corner of her eye.

"We're both talking about the same Dylan, right? Dyl fucking adores that kid, you know. They wouldn't do anything if they thought Elliot would get hurt, even a little bit. And they're not stupid, either. Whatever's going on, they're both going to be fine."

Dylan and Elliot also had the tendency to play ping-pong with their collective four brain cells when they were together, and their IQ points both would seem to drop, and even with Elliot currently out of commission, she had a feeling the same effect would take place. Dylan wouldn't let anything bad happen to Elliot, but- especially when it came to him- they were impulsive. If they thought something would help him, they wouldn't think it through.

And Sam told her on voicemail that Dylan was not on speaking terms with any of the others. Logan leaving for college, and Cass going to their cousin's house, and she didn't have a clue what Jaxon or Lily did, but if Dylan was mad at all of them, Leo doubted they would've brought up whatever idea they had.

"Dylan's like, thirteen. They couldn't have gone far."

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Dylan found out pretty quickly that they did not like the forest.

It took six hours just to get outside of the city, and they still didn't even know where they were going. Another few hours was spent getting out of the state, and they'd been walking around trees for who even knew how long.

They glared at the box in their hands, the lid tucked under their arm. If Elliot were awake, he would have a lot of words to say about this.

They found a nice spot, eventually, in a lush forest. Dylan shot another glance at Elliot, dropping the box to the ground. The grass was warm, a little damp from the humidity, but it wasn't unbearable. Ryan would've hated it.

Their arm rested on top of the box, head leaning against their elbow. The only thing they were really worried about, laying in the grass, holding their friend's small, cold hand, the sun warm on their face, was the possibility of flying squirrels.

Dylan didn't just leave without researching, obviously. It would've been counter-productive to let Elliot get hurt on a trip that was supposed to help him. Dylan hadn't even known flying squirrels existed, up until four days ago. Dylan was confident in their ability to fight off a bear, but a flying squirrel was such a terrifying concept. They only had two fears; the Muppets, and flying squirrels.

They chewed on a granola bar from their backpack, shooting glances down at Elliot. If he could pick a time to miraculously wake up, this would be it. Regret buzzed in the back of their head, anxiously scratching at the fabric of their hoodie. Twelve AM Dylan sucked, they decided. They had left their hearing aids at home with their phone, so they could've just gotten the two of them killed, or at the very least, lost forever.

Dylan didn't exactly know what they were doing, anyway. They had the faintest, smallest idea, but that was really it.

Dylan had a specific type of magic, could control dreams, if they wanted to. It took up energy, as it meant that they didn't get any sleep themselves, but sometimes, it didn't hurt. For the first week that the triplets lived with them, they had alternated every night to help with the nightmares.

Elliot had that same sort of magic, so the theory went that, if combined, Dylan could go to the dreams, rather than simply changing them. Elliot was, technically, just asleep. Granted, Dylan didn't know much about magic-induced comas, it'd never really come up before.

There was a lot that could go wrong, and so Dylan would much rather not be in the middle of the woods by a highway.

With a small sigh, they put the granola wrapper back into their backpack, shifted the bag to their shoulders, and lifted the box back up.

Come on, Ell. Just a little longer.

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March 15, 2019

It was one of those rare moments in that final week where Ryan wasn't watching his youngest brother, and where Elliot was out of his room. He looked dazed, silver eye glazed over, it was almost midnight.

He had Dylan's hand in a loose grip, his own hand shaky and cold and covered in colorful band-aids, leading them down the hall. He'd managed to get in and out of Dylan's room on his own, though there had been a slight falter in going down the stairs that made Dylan's heart jump in worry.

They knew something was supposed to happen. As they passed the kitchen to get to the backyard, Dylan got another flash of blood on the floor, pooling around a small body. Elliot pushed the door open.

It was cold out, if Dylan had known they were going outside, they might've grabbed a hoodie. Seemed like Elliot hadn't thought it through, either. He sat down on the splintering wood of their back porch, bare feet against the grass. Dylan joined him.

There was what Dylan assumed was some special kind of star in the sky that Elliot seemed to be pointing at, though they didn't know what it was, and Elliot wouldn't say a word. He had shut himself in his room, sometimes letting Ryan in, if he managed to sneak in while Elliot wasn't paying attention. The door wasn't locked, Elliot just wouldn't come out, on account of his newly acquired belief that something was out to get him.

Elliot was reaching up with his hand now, like he could get that star if he tried hard enough.

Dylan sighed a little, hand closing over Elliot's. Small, cold, bandaged. He still had a broken wrist from when he fell down the stairs, made worse from punching his brother in the face. Dylan was careful not to touch it.

In three hours, Dylan turned twelve. In exactly one month, Elliot would be eleven. In five days, he would stab himself in the middle of the kitchen. With the knife Dylan tried so hard to keep away from him.

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Jaxon wasn't an angry person, by any means. He certainly didn't think he was all that violent, either.

Dylan went missing that night, Logan saw them minutes before they left with Elliot, of all people, and discovered that they hadn't come back thirty minutes later. Thus began a series of waking the others up, then trying to find a note, or any sort of clue, then discovering Dylan's phone on the coffee table, then searching through text messages- Jaxon knew their password, usually he wouldn't go through their phone, but this was an important matter. Dylan would understand, after the others literally, physically killed them for this.

They hadn't found anything on Dylan's phone, but Lily was calling Cass, Sam was leaving a voicemail for Ryan, and Logan was trying to get ahold of Leo.

There was a flicker of something sharp in his stomach when Leo answered, silencing the other kids from their respective phone calls. Small talk, Leo said Dylan was probably fine, and that was it.

Sam nearly cried when Leo answered to Logan and not him, though that might've only been because Logan hadn't stopped trying to call for thirty minutes straight.

One thing led to another, and now Jaxon was standing in the middle of a stranger's house, the place utterly destroyed, two people bloodied and unconscious on the ground, and a young girl sobbing at the top of the stairs.

He wasn't sure what he'd been thinking, what could've possibly made him come to the conclusion he came to, but his head was pounding, heart rattling, knuckles bruised, he dropped the stick from his hands, letting it clatter against the floor. The girl at the top of the stairs sobbed at the noise, she was only probably five years old. Where was he?

"...Jesus Christ, dude."

...This was fine, this was normal. This was just an outburst, no big deal, just stress. Built-up stress. Lots of stress.

Jaxon wasn't an angry person. Jaxon wasn't a violent person. Jaxon wasn't like Leo.

But something about Dylan's parents in particular, just seeing them managed to flip the kill switch. He'd been blinded, he couldn't remember what had happened, besides vague, brief flickers, he wasn't even sure where the stick came from.

"I said we should ask if they know anything, not beat them to death." Someone's hand was on his shoulder. Vaguely, he remembered that Kai, Marcy, and Cass had all gotten there that morning. He was pretty sure it was Marcy with him. "Come on, man. We should go before anyone shows up."

He wasn't like Leo.

The biological parents of his youngest sibling laid on the ground of their own living room, shattered glass from the television, from vases, from windows, laid strewn and scattered on the floor, a girl- Dylan's biological sister, Jaxon assumed- screamed at the sight on the staircase, and they deserved it, sure, for what they did to Dylan, but still.

He wasn't like Leo.

#jax: im not like leo at all #also jax: leaves a crime scene with a child left to be the only witness (cough leo and jaxons fight ryan was the only one that saw cough)#'as if he could get that star if he reached hard enough' almost got me #elliot briefly snapped out of his own mental breakdown to celebrate his friends birthday i guess #or maybe he just wanted to see a cool lookin star #leo finally answered the fucking phone #writing #original work #original characters

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lewisvinga · 2 years ago

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bee mine | huening bahiyyih x fem! reader

requested; yes

request; hiii can you do fluff w huba (keipler) where she confesses to the reader after being friends for 3 years. ^^

warnings; none

kep1er masterlist!

Bahiyyih quickly realized into your friendship that what she felt for you was not platonic, in fact it was the opposite. She’s had the biggest crush on you for the past 3 years ever since you became friends. She was obsessed with you to say the least.

You two were constantly hanging out. She loved spending her free time with you. Any break she had from practice or in between comebacks, she wanted to spend her time with you. She assumed you would never like her back which wasn’t the case at all.

You were equally as obsessed but you just weren’t as obvious. You didn’t come to terms with your feelings until very recently, unlike Bahiyyih who realized 2 weeks into your friendship.

Her members, Kep1er, knew all about you. She spent her nights telling Hikaru and Youngeun everything you did earlier that day. She’ll tell Yujin, Mashiro, and Xiaoting all about your likes and dislikes whenever they cook. Meanwhile Chaehyun, Dayeon, and Yeseo always hears her talk about your favorite things and activities.

It was obvious she was in love with you. Another night was spent with Bahiyyih telling Hikaru and Youngeun about the food you two made earlier.

“Oh and she kept making the funniest jokes! One time, we were-“

“Just ask her out! Please, we’re begging you!” Hikaru exclaims, grabbing onto Bahiyyih’s shoulders and shaking her. “I’m basically her best friend too at this point! You talk about her so much. Just ask her out!”

The blonde pouts, trying not to smile at her outburst. “She doesn’t like me anyways!”

“Yes she does.” Youngeun replies. She runs her hands through her hair, turning to her. “She’s obsessed with you! It’s so obvious. She looks at you the same way you look at her. Bake her something, write out your confession on like a cake and give it to her!”

Bahiyyih eyes and mouth widened. “Youngeunie, you are a genius!” She shouts as she runs out of their shared room. Youngeun and Hikaru look at each other with three faces as they hear the sounds of pots falling. They high fives each other before bursting into laughter.

.•° ✿ °•.

Bahiyyih takes a deep breath as she rapidly knocks on your door. She was filled with every emotion possible. She was nervous yet excited. She holds on tightly onto the tray of cupcakes she spent all night baking as she waited for you.

“Hiyyih!” You say in shock as you open the door. “We were supposed to meet up later, why are you hear early?”

“Because!” She exclaims as you let her in. She heads straight for your dining room and sets the tray on the table. “I have something very important to tell you that has been on my mind for 3 whole years! I am also running on 2 hours of sleep and an iced americano.” She says in one breath. She takes a deep breath as she takes the cover of the tray revealing a bunch of cupcakes.

Most were decorated with bees and the color yellow. Two cupcakes were next to each other that had “I like U” written in frosting. A big one in the middle caught your eye. “Bee Mine” was written in a bright yellow on a cupcake.

“Hiyyih? What’s-What’s this?” you ask her, looking up with confusion all over your face.

Bahiyyih nervously laughs. “I’ve liked you. I’ve liked you since we met 3 years ago. I like you too much that I can’t stop thinking about you, y/n! I want to be with you, so.” She grabs the big cupcake in the middle and holds it out. She smiles widely before continuing, “So, bee mine?”

She continues to stare at you with a nervous smile. You snort at her anxious foot tapping. You lean in close to her. “I’ll ‘bee yours’, Hiyyih.” Her face immediately lit up after hearing your words. “It felt like I waited so long. You aren’t the most secretive you know.”

“I’ve been told.” Bahiyyih laughs as she remembers all the times her members have pointed out how obvious she was. “So does this make us girlfriends.”

You nod, grabbing her hand. “Girlfriends now.”

“Wait until I tell Hikaru and Youngeun about this! They’ll be so proud!”

#kep1er scenarios #kep1er imagines #kep1er headcanons #kep1er reactions #bahiyyih x reader #huening bahiyyih x reader

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nanamisflowerfield · 2 years ago

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Hello, I'm a new reader on your blog and I see the request are open, I want to test ask a scenario for Kamisato Ayato, where reader was reincarnated into Genshin Impact and was a fan of Ayato so she write a love letter. It's the first prompt

Thank you on advance and I like your writing it's very good ☺️

EGJEOÖE Thank you so much!! (////) Now you made me blush! And also thank you for the request! I really enjoyed it and also the theme of love letter! It‘s one of my favorite things x3 So thank you!!💕 I hope that you like it and have a great day!💕

"I was the one who wrote that love letter."

Happily, you smiled at the character you had played. Kamisato Ayato. Your favorite character of Genshin Impact. Oh, how much you had cheered when you had pulled the blue-haired man! Unfortunately, you had to pull for his banner multiple times to get him, but you were alright with it, as you finally had him in your team! Nothing could make you happier now!

Well, that‘s what you thought at first until you went to your comfortable bed and fell asleep, cuddling yourself into sleep.

When you opened your eyes, you were staring at a bright blue and clearness sky. No sight of your lovely room. “Where am I…?“ You whispered under your breath, hearing a voice nearby. “Hey! You woke up!“ You slowly stood up, glancing back towards the direction of the voice that had called you. “Thoma…?“ Your (e/c) eyes widen at the sight of the blonde in front you.

How could he be standing in front of you? That good-looking blonde and tall guy was a Genshin character! Not a real life guy from your world!

“Oh, she woke up!“ You heard a lovely voice, as your eyes wandered towards the young woman, who stood now next to the Kamisato housekeeper. “Yes, my lady.“

And that was the day, when you had met Kamisato Ayaka and Thoma. You had talked a lot with them, but always kept to yourself that you got yourself reincarnated into Teyvat, the world of Genshin Impact, in which you knew every corner of as you played with several characters and as the traveler. You played every story, the side quests and did so much. But they would surely think that you got mad or crazy, if you would tell them about it, which is why you kept that fact as a secret.

Day after day had passed by and you lived your life as a servant of the Kamisato‘s, always helped Ayaka and Thoma out and glimpse every here and there at the older brother, Ayato. The one man that never had stopped lingering on your mind.

A silly idea had popped inside your mind, making your cheeks heat up for a few seconds. Should you really do this? But then you could finally tell him how you felt! You had to take that risk. Ayato will never figure out, who had send him this small love letter.

Weeks had passed by, since you had that small little idea of yours and you were sitting at your desk, holding your pen in your grasp, afraid that it could leave you, if you were letting it go. More nights have passed and you barely had written anything on the letter, not knowing what exactly you could write down. Maybe something like… a few sweet words and what you had thought of him? Or just blurt out your feelings and tell him why you had liked him. Just anything, you thought and finally brushed the pen over the paper, inking it with every word that you had thought of telling him. Your eyes wandered up, gazing out of the window to stare at the dark sky. “I wonder if he would be happy of it…“ You whispered silently, ignoring your warmed up cheeks to continue the love letter.

But this wasn’t the day that you would sneakily send him the letter, as you couldn’t find the strength to do this. Perhaps you could wait for some days…

And that’s what you did. You had talked with your friend Thoma, helped out Ayaka and even could call her a friend due to her persistence of wanting to befriend you and there were even times, when Ayato had took some breaks and spend his rare break time to talk to you! Your life was truly great and nothing could ever change it!

Even when you had sneaked inside the room of Ayato, putting the love letter carefully on his desk, before you dashed out and hoped that he would never figure it out, that you had send him this letter.

You had shut your eyes, hand grabbing your chest to calm yourself down as you walked now the floor of the large building back to your room, not realizing that beautiful ocean-blue eyes had followed your figure.

“He won‘t know…“ And you were so sure of it, but oh dear, were you wrong, because Ayato had already figured it out.

“(Y/N), how are you?“ Your eyes snapped towards the direction of one familiar person. „M-My lord, hello… Uh… I’m good. How are you?“ You had asked the blue-haired man, hoping that he won’t laugh at you for stuttering around him. “I’m good. Oh, could you maybe answer one question.“ You nodded your head, waiting for him to ask his question. “My question is, if you perhaps saw somebody entering my room yesterday.“ You gulped, eyes wide by his question. He was just asking that question, because of the letter! He doesn’t know that you had put it in there! “No, my lord. I’m sorry.“ Ayato nodded slightly with his head, smiling at you softly, before he walked off and leaving you nervously in the garden.

The same place that you had spend your current time now. The moon shined so brightly on the dark sky, no clouds hiding the full moon that send you some light, while you were sitting there, gaze lifted up to the sky and mind wandering towards this day. Should you have told him about it? It was Kamisato Ayato. He knows everything and could figure everything out. In only some days, he would know about your little secret that you were his admirer. “Good to see you here.“ A low voice whispered into your ear, making you nearly jump out of your seat. “M-My lord! Hello…“ You treated him, your hand brushing over the ear that had barely touched the tall man’s lips, while he sat himself next to you.

“Don‘t you want to tell me anything?“ He raised his eyebrow, smirk gracing his beautiful lips, as he stared at you knowingly and at that moment you knew that he had figured it out. A small sigh escaped you, before your eyes left his gaze to look up, cheeks getting warmer by every second. “I was the one who wrote that love letter.“ You finally had admitted, not daring to glance at him out of fear that he would reject you. But you were met with silence and a warm feeling on your hand. Slowly, your eyes looked down at your hand to see Ayato’s on your hand, holding it carefully like a flower. Your gaze went up to the man you had confessed at to notice that he was now the one who stared at the full moon. “The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?“ The knowing smirk formed into a sweet smile, never letting go of your hand. “… It is.“ You send him a shy smile, glancing up at the bright white moon.

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choiwrites · 3 years ago

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kth | i.c.y.m.i. (m.)

Words: 4k Genres: crack, roommate!taehyung, f2l, smut, taehyung is a horndog, sub!reader Warnings: language, masturbation, degradation, voyeurism, big DICK tae :P, sexting Rating: 18+ Summary: Your roommate Taehyung is on a cruise trip and you're home after a long day from work and he is asking for a favor.

A/N: This was heavily inspired from @/parkmuse’s Lower. Sorry for being inactive, college has been hectic, but I’m working on my writing and many stories. :) I love you.

It is much more relaxing without Taehyung's constant blasting of Bing Crosby's music. It was good, but after a few weeks or so of his repetitive playlist, it got old. He would also put the LED to a bright yellow as though to "lighten the mood". But it was clear as day that he only does it to cover up the sounds of him fucking himself next room.

He's gone for a three day trip to Monterey Bay and today was his second day in the cruise he had been bragging about on his Instagram story. You might've pressed on it hundreds of times and the story still has more slides to go. Whatever though, today has been the most relaxing day since you moved in with him.

Before the repetitive six-song playlist of Bing Crosby, Taehyung spends the time of your being home yelling at some show on ESPN. And before that phase, he often invited Jimin and Jin to the apartment and the traces of their having fun reeks 'till morning. It was gross the way they acted like boys. They would fight over his PS5 and then get drunk right after, during those mornings, you had to endure the smell of unfinished Cheetos and salad dressings left open.

You told him to never invite his friends over on Fridays, because that was your long bath day where you get all fancy and bring some wine into the bathtub and play quiet music. It wasn't easy convincing him, he had always been kind of a self-absorbed asshole whose personality got stuck in high school.

"Hey, I'm kind of tired of hearing you and your friends play loudly whenever I'm trying to sleep on Fridays... so could you maybe lessen their visits here?"

He blows a raspberry. "What do you mean? We whisper for the sake of you. We weren't being loud."

"Oh, right. Why am I aware of noobangel79 having the hottest voice for a Fortnite player then? Care to explain, Tae?"

He licks his lips trying to come up with an excuse. "Well, if you would stop being a killjoy, maybe you could play with us and finally hear her voice. She sounds so hot."

This time, you blow the raspberry but keep your cool. "I don't really care, Tae. Just please don't invite them on Fridays because Friday is my scheduled long bath and sleep day."

He gives a lengthy sigh. "Okay, you win."

"I wasn't really competi-"

"You win. I won't invite them anymore." He shuts his door with a loud thud.

After a successful week of not inviting his friends over, he had invited a girl. And God, did you regret ever telling him to never invite his friends again on Fridays. When Taehyung brings girls home, he is carefree and he is reckless. The worst part, he is fully aware of your presence, but to your luck, you were always too tired to notice or bother.

There was Demie, Ally, Daisy, and Rory. He has his ways with the names of his lady encounters. Every week, you'd play a game with yourself if you could guess the name of the girl he's bringing home for that week. So far, you haven't gotten any name right.

The only good thing about him bringing home women is that it never occurred on Fridays. Mostly, it happens during Wednesdays and on Wednesdays you do overtime quite a lot. The only reason you know these girls' names is you meet them in the mornings as you prepare your Thursday breakfast.

Taehyung would come out half-naked while his one night stand in a cliché oversized white shirt get up. How many shirts have he lost? You're not entirely sure.

There was this Wednesday you were sent home early and you were too excited to tiptoe into the apartment. You had just changed your sheets during that Wednesday morning, you had to really try it tonight. You open the door and squelching noises enter your ears.

It was that kind of night.

To your stupidity, you had to make sure of what those noises were. It could either be the grossest thing you'll ever know of Taehyung or a murderer is literally inside the house and is stabbing Taehyung as you arrived. You tiptoe, completely forgetting about your new sheets, and now intrigued by this unknown sound.

"Oh, please," a high-pitch voice murmurs.

Then there was a deep chuckle coming from his room and you knew it was his, but you were already peaking before you figured it out.

Taehyung with both his palms against a girl's asscheeks as he pushes her to the mirror, gently fucking her from behind. Her face has desperation painted all over with mascara smudged around her eyes. She was a writhing mess while he was focused on the expression of her face. You're not sure why you kept standing and watching, but he kept the show interesting when he pulls his phone from his nightstand and, you guessed it, films the whole thing through the mirror in front of them.

"Smile for me, baby," he whispered.

One of the most unforgettable Wednesdays in your life and Wednesdays are supposed to be boring. You never told him about your finding out because you knew exactly what he would respond with: "You enjoyed it?" Arguments with Taehyung never end well on your part.

The playlist transitions from Money Trees to Streets and you are brought back to reality, taking another sip of your pink moscato. It feels weird without his heavy presence in the house, it almost feels lonely. Everything he did has always been so loud that now it's quiet, you couldn't make yourself exactly comfortable.

You continue playing with the faucet with your toes, Ally from The Notebook style. Your phone rings, interrupting the beat from the speaker. It was Taehyung, his cheeky face popping up on the screen, ruining your mood.

When you accept the call, his deep voice sends vibrations all over the walls. You probably shouldn't have answered with the speaker connected to your phone.

"Hey." His voice lingers with a hint of huskiness in it, what he usually sounds like when he finishes drinking in the morning. You've always admitted how dangerous Taehyung sounded, but there's a big difference when he just woke up from a long nap. It's calming, but intriguing.

"What do you need?" Rolling your eyes hoping he would see how much he had just inconvenienced you.

"Why are you giving me that tone, missy?" He chuckles and with that you feel yourself shake. It felt like the walls that surround you just laughed.

"Seriously, Taehyung, you're interrupting my bath time."

You hear him sigh on the other line, more like a hiss. And then there was the sound of fabric shuffling like he had just laid down on a bed.

"Right, you're doing your long baths."

You reply with a hum.

"Can you show me?"

You were taken aback. Was he flirting or was he dead serious? You didn't take much time in responding, he might think that he won by making you uncomfortable. Taehyung's flirting like a frat boy wouldn't work on you. You're better than that.

"No. What do you need?"

He snickered. "I forgot an important piece of paperwork in my room and I need you to take a picture of it."

"What do I have in it?" It was your turn to chuckle.

"Hmm," the bass in his voice travels to your body, "I do the dishes for a month."

"You're lying. You're gonna leave them piling up for a month is what you mean."

"You know me so well." There was silence, but his constant breathing lets you know the line hasn't ended. "How 'bout I give you a plus one ticket next month?"

"Ticket for what?"

"Knicks. Finals are in the second week of next month."

"Holy shit," you exclaim realizing, "no way, though."

"What?" he stammers.

"No way you have a ticket."

"But I do. Now be a good girl and take a picture."

You froze, not because the water's starting to become room temperature, but because you didn't understand. His judgment is clearly clouded, there is no way he means what he said.

"Get over yourself," you chuckle, shaking your hands of sweat.

"What? Do you not want the Knicks?"

"Sending a picture of myself? Piss off."

Before ending the call, he laughs out loud and explains himself.

"You're an idiot. Take a picture of the papers I left, not you."

"Oh,"

"But I'm open to receiving both."

"Shut up, I'll get it now." You hop off the tub and dry yourself with a towel nearby. Proceeding to Taehyung's room without covering yourself, not like anyone's going to notice anyway.

"Which one here?" You say to your phone.

You hear him think. "Bottom left, it's in a blue folder." Then he coughs. "Are you fucking naked?"

Frowning, "No."

He chokes on his own spit. "Then I guess I have to alarm you, a naked stranger just entered my room."

"Tae! What the fuck? How are you seeing me right now?" You yell, running out of his room.

"I might have installed a hidden camera in case you steal my earphones again."

Your first instinct was to protest, but you did break his first airpods and put it back in his drawer. You can't blame him.

"Well, stop watching."

"What can I say? You made me hard."

In your many encounters with men, you don't find that sentence at all arousing. This was Taehyung where it's coming from, however, you have your thighs close tight naked in the middle of the living room in front of his room.

"Do you want your files or not?"

"I do, chill. Just put something on."

"You're hassling me." You roll your eyes hoping he'd see it.

"You're rolling your eyes right now, aren't you?"

"Yes," as you wrap a towel around your body, still water trickles down on the floor creating a small puddle.

Taehyung shuffles again, you could hear it faintly from the speaker. And then he sighs.

"What are you doing?"

Taehyung exhales through his nose, close to his phone.

"This fucking vodka my boss gave me, it's killing my head."

It was your turn to chuckle.

You proceed again to his room, trying your best to keep the towel together with your body.

"It's in the drawer bottom left."

"Yes, I didn't forget."

"Alright, alright, just making sure."

The blue folder peeks out as if it knew it was forgotten.

"So, which one here? There's too much paper."

"Look for one with the title 'March Report'."

Once you had found it, you immediately took a picture and sent it to him.

"Thanks, noodles."

"Noodles?"

"For being nude in my room."

You fake a laugh and gave him a finger on the camera on top of his computer.

"I'm ending the call," you tell him.

He obliges and there was this deafening silence in the room that you kind of hoped he would retaliate when you said you would be ending the call.

You return to your bath, this time feeling a little empty and in need of a conversation. Bryson Tiller resumes playing on the speaker and you sip your wine, waiting for something to occur.

To your subtle surprise, your phone dings again. Then again. And then one more time.

TAEVIL doesn't seem fair. Taevil sent a photo. r we even?

You quickly, too quickly, place the glass on top of the corner of the tub. Rubbing your hand on a nearby towel before sliding it open.

It was him, topless on his bed, his phone covering his face as he took the picture on a ceiling mirror. It's exactly the way you remember it, every single detail. The subtle abs straining from his stomach, he hasn't always been jacked like his friend Jungkook but he was toned and gracefully perfect. Both his hands hold his phone with his belt undone and his pants brought down just a little, the shy reveal of the base of his cock weakening you.

Pulling your knees to your chest, you think of a reply. There's no exact response for that. Like they say, the reply is in the eye of the receiver. You bite your nails, bite your lip, grit your teeth, desperately trying to come up with just as scandalous of a response.

YOU smol boy

You mentally slap yourself when he types and holds back twice. But he responded soon enough.

TAEVIL i havent talked to u ab whenu caughtme fkng rory

You could hear the slur in his speech with the way he types as though he was painfully drunk, not sure in what though. In vodka or heat?

YOU wdym?

TAEVIL dont play prtend now ik u saw mefuck rory

YOU idk what ur talking ab babe

TAEVIL my dicks not smal

YOU :)

TAEVIL ur angering me love

YOU the only big thing you have is your ego

TAEVIL u saw me fckedtheshit out of rory u kmow hwyat u saw babe

YOU and what did i see?

From here you could hear Taehyung's guttural laugh.

TAEVIL icymi Taevil sent a video. mythird leg

He sent the exclusive homemade film and to your surprise, it was more intimate than how you remember it. They were fucking like Nate and Maddy, yes, but there was a lot of whispering, things that feel a little too personal to describe.

It didn't take long until his dick slips out of her, full glory, and he wasn't lying about the third leg, because he could walk with that dick alone. Shades of rosy pink travel toward the head of his cock, he's throbbing and shaking as he pumps himself only to cum on his mirror, making Rory giggle to herself as though it was a victory for her to make Taehyung cum as much.

It does feel like a victory to make a guy as good-looking as him to cum so hard only for you.

And you had just made him hard.

YOU hmm

TAEVIL is that an agreeing hum

YOU whatever good night tae <3

TAEVIL good night <3 Taevil sent a photo.

You regret opening that picture because now you might just do it, fuck him over the phone. His hand gripping tight the girth of his massive cock, with veins that make you wonder how they'd feel as he pounds himself in and out of you. You clutch your knees tighter to your chest, fingers typing the worst things you'll ever say in text.

YOU Id sit on u<3

TAEVIL wheres ur jk

YOU I would sit on you, no joke

TAEVIL what else would u do

YOU I'd ride you until I'm dripping of cum and get your whole thigh wet I'll fuck myself onto you tae

TAEVIL Asnwer

You couldn't laugh at the typo, he was already calling, his face flashing on your bright phone and you had made the mistake a while ago to use a screenshot of him shirtless from his story one time as his caller ID.

"Hey," his voice once again vibrates through the walls as the volume blasts from your speaker.

"Hi?" you reply in your most incompetent tone.

"Now you're shy?" He sighs, almost in a desperate way but he earns back his confidence when he grunts.

"What are you doing?" you lie again on your back after pulling the drain plug. The pink lake surrounding your body now disintegrating with your pride and shame.

"You wanna know, hm? Want to see me fucking myself?"

Your voice will break if you try now, and even in the silence that follows after his statement comes your internal cry. Holy fucking shit.

Kim Taehyung might just ruin you.

The phone rings again, this time it's a FaceTime request and you were quick to accept. You place your phone right on the level of your chest, shyly peeking at him with a soft smirk on your face to hide your embarrassment.

He, on the other hand (no pun intended), holds his phone in an undistinguishable angle, sitting up the head of his bed while breathing raggedly.

"You're still in the fucking tub?" He frowned, disappointed.

"I'm draining it," you say cheekily, and he surprisingly finds that endearing. "Where did you expect me to be?"

He laughs in disbelief. "On my fucking bed, I was hoping?"

"Why would I get on your nasty bed?" you teased.

"It's not nasty."

"It'd be a Jackson Pollock painting in there once I shine a black light."

"Not true. I'm a big fan of creampie."

"You're so disgusting." Laughing, you get off the now empty tub and put on a robe. "Where do I go now, Tae?"

He's got a troublesome look on his face, a bellow sunken deep in his throat trying so hard to maintain his composure. The sheer innocence of your response urging his hard cock to cum undone.

"In my room," he replied, smiling at the way you obeyed when your phone shook as you walked. "You're so adorable."

Giggling, you slump down on his bed and finally face him. "What now?"

"Put your phone somewhere I can see you."

"You can see me."

"I want to see all of you."

You take a second and place your phone on the rack at the end of his bed. "Like this?" You put both your hands on the knot of your robe and he hums in agreement.

"You ever done this for anyone before?"

And you smile, seeing the effect you have on him. You hum back, shaking your head.

"I haven't." You pull the knot. "Are you screenrecording?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Fuck no." You embrace your body. "Also delete this from your hidden cam."

"Alright, alright. Just..." He sat up on his bed, head resting on the headboard with interest building in his eyes. "Get naked for me already."

"You're so eager."

He had a shy grin, even through his broken mess of hair, he looked beautiful. Scrunching his nose at being teased, he pulls down the camera and shows you his hand pumping his dick, slow and steady as he takes his time.

"That's how eager I am." He goes back to his face, licking his bottom lip waiting for you to strip naked for him. "Please don't give me a hard time." He fakes a pout, and then smiles in content when you start untangling your robe.

You come to think of it, he's drunk and might consider this a mistake later in the morning. He had never shown interest in you until now and you had never shown interest in him either. What would happen when he comes back home? Wouldn't that be just a total awkward disaster if you both chose to pretend it never happened?

Yet, you just tell yourself 'fuck it' as your robe falls to the ground.

He lowers his phone, biting his lip, examining you like he was in front of you. The heat of his gaze warming you up, and the flick of his tongue when he wets his lip has you drooling. You've never felt this naked before, so bare and grounded. Never been stared at like you were the most beautiful person to ever exist.

"You're so fucking gorgeous, fuck," he whispers in ragged breaths. His chest weaving while he struggles to keep the camera on him.

"I feel uncomfortable being the only one... Naked." You tuck your hair, hoping he gets the idea.

Taehyung doesn't waste a second and he's walking toward the end of his bed. The dim lighting of his room intensifies the shadows of his body. He places his phone on the nearest stand, sitting at the end of the bed with his cock standing with pride as he kicks his pants to the floor.

You take a deep breath. "Do you workout?"

He frowns at the question. "Is it not obvious?" He sits back, body resting on his hand trying to show off his toned abs.

Huffing, you sit at the end of his bed and cross your legs.

"If I was there, I would have you crying my name." He strokes himself one more time. "Fuck, could you open wide for me?"

You lay back like he does, spreading your legs to the camera and his mouth agapes at the sight.

"Just like that." Groaning, his body flexes, pouring all his energy into fucking himself. "When I get home, I will fuck your brains out. Just you fucking wait, y/n."

"I don-"

"Stop talking and touch yourself," he demanded.

"Oh," you stutter. Fingers already circling your clit, thinking of him going down on you with his tongue lapping on your juices.

"You've always wanted this cock, don't you? Want me to fuck your mouth until you're crying like the cunty whore you are."

Moaning at his words, you set your knees upward, giving him a better view of your soaked entrance, glistening under the pale lampshade near his nightstand.

"Look at how wet you are, hm." He moves closer to the camera, his huffing chest taking your sight, the shakiness in his breathing covering your ears, the thought of him clouding your judgment.

"Put a finger in, babe. I want to see how easily I could slide into you."

On his demand, you got a digit in with no problem, moaning the moment you reached your palm. "Fuck, Tae. I need you here right now."

"I'm gonna cum undone seeing you like this, y/n."

Groping your breast, you make sure he sees the show you're putting on by smiling at him. Charming him with a sweet façade.

"You wanna see daddy cum for you? Just thinking about bending you over on our kitchen counter, fucking you until I break you? Cumming at the thought of your skimpy shorts that you wear at home." His hand speeds up, occasionally he would run his thumb over the tip of his cock.

"I swear to god, I'm not gonna last long," he moans out, stopping his hand which gets you confused.

"Could you bend over for me? Shake your little ass on the screen."

Now if you weren't as horny as you are now, you would be cracking up at what he said. Taehyung's desperate tone led you to do what he wanted though, you had your back facing your phone as you bent over on his bed, showing off your damp thighs.

"Hu-uh," his moan dismantled as he tried to reach for his high, "can you say my name?"

Pumping yourself as fast as you can, your fingers sliding in and out of you catching up to his rhythm. "Oh, my God, Tae... Tae, I'm going to..."

He grunts in response. "Yes, fuck, keep going. Close. Y/n..." his voice trails off along with you rocking your hips back and forth trying to ride out the euphoria.

He whimpers as spurts of cum spill on his stomach, releasing a dark laugh once he recovers from the high. "If you were here, I'd have you lick this of me."

You return to sitting on the bed, putting the robe back on to cover yourself. "If you were here, it wouldn't have to end now."

Giggling once again, you end the call before he could retort. Resuming the music, the house felt lonelier than ever. Taehyung's scent from his sheets only started to make the room colder by the second.

Your phone rings at another text.

TAEVIL you better be ready be when i get home

YOU :p not in another 24 hours

TAEVIL pft like you wouldn't miss me.

#taehyung smut #kth #kim taehyung #smut #bts smut #bts fic #taehyung fic #v #fanfic #bts imagine #jungkook #jimin #hoseok #seokjin #namjoon #yoongi #taehyung x reader

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silenceofthecookies · 4 years ago

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Hello cookie, congratulations on 700! For the event, can I plz ask for domestic headcanons for the bleach captains? If not that's ok! Thank you!

Of course! Enjoy!

Shunsui Kyouraku

Shunsui is at the age where he no longer plays around in a relationship. He's in it until the end, or not at all. He insists on open an honest communication and on being able to talk differences out like adults instead of screaming at each other like two stubborn teenagers.

He will do pretty much anything you ask him to do in the house. Captain or not, you shouldn't be the only one keeping your house clean and organized.

Waking up with a bad mood when living together with Shunsui is impossible. He prefers to have you in his arms when going to sleep, and he will hold on to you throughout the night. When he wakes up, he'll stay as still as possible until you wake up. Then it's time for morning kisses and cuddles.

Shunsui enjoys stargazing with you in the garden, accompanied by a nice bottle of sake and some snacks. He'll have his arms around you, or even have you sitting on his lap if you're comfortable with that, just so he can comfortably hug you and still watch the stars.

Juushiro Ukitake

Due to his illness, Juushiro can't do all that much in the house on bad days. On good days though, he likes to take the opportunity to cook for you. He enjoys is and is very good at making typical home-food. Nothing fancy or exotic, but the kind of things that are nutritious and make you feel happy.

Juushiro enjoys being near you more than anything. It doesn't matter if you two are doing different things in the same room, as long as you are near him and sometimes look up to smile at him, he will be happy. This is why he insists on getting a house with an open kitchen.

He also likes to decorate the house with lots of potted plants. Flowers to brighten up the room, some herbs for in the kitchen to cook with, and some bonsai trees for him to occupy himself with on days when he can't leave his bed.

He really enjoys you combing his hair, and if possible, he will gladly return the favour. Ideally, he'll sit in front of a big mirror when you do so, so he can look you in the eyes though the mirror as he talks to you. You can style his hair pretty much anyway you want.

Bakuya Kuchiki

Byakuya does what he can to be a good boyfriend/husband, but he is and will always be a noble. Things like housework is done by the servants, not by him. This counts for you too, of course. You won't need to lift a finger. He won't really understand if you want to do certain things in the house anyway (be it for the sake of control or just because you like something), but he'll let you.

Well-taught as he is, Byakuya wouldn’t be able to cook a meal if his life depended on it. He never learned how to cook, and he has no intention of learning it either.

Despite his busy schedule, he tries to have dinner with you every night. It’s not always possible, and sometimes when it is he has to go back to finish work afterwards, but he wants to make some time for you every day.

He will often get you little gifts. Flowers, chocolates, jewellery… Sometimes because he saw them and thought of you, sometimes just because he wanted to spoil you a little. Whenever he has something to apologise for, like for example not being able to make it to dinner with you, he gets you something as well.

Unohana, Shinji, Yoruichi, Urahara, Toshiro, Soi-Fohn and Kenpachi below the cut!

Retsu Unohana

Retsu's house is full of plants, and it wouldn't be complete without a garden as well. Most plants that she grows have some kind of medicinal properties, or can be used to make a nice, calming cup of tea. Teatime is a must, and if the weather allows it, she prefers to have it in her garden.

The plants are pretty much the only bright colours in the house. Aside from those, everything is in soft colours so the plants really pop out. There's also very little dark colours in the house, she prefers everything to be light. Big windows/windows that cover a complete wall are a must.

Retsu insists on no shoes in the house. They are left at the door and changed for indoor slippers or socks. No. Dirty. Shoes. In. The. House.

Marriage is no big deal for Retsu. If you want to get married, she'll be on board, but if you don't want to, she's just as fine with that as well. She appreciates the symbolism but at the end of the day, that's all marriage is. She doesn't need a piece of paper to tell people that she loves you and that she wants to spend the rest of her life with you.

Shinji Hirako

Shinji loves teasing you and once you live in the same house, that just gets worse. His terribly cheesy sense of humor is also still a daily occurrence. Yes, even when you're in a bad mood. Especially when you're in a bad mood.

Shinji is very lazy when it comes to his household. He'll make sure it's clean enough to not get sick from living in his own trash and dirt, but he'll push his chores off a lot and he'll leave his stuff lying around throughout the house. If you're a person who likes a clean and/or tidy house, you'll either have to kick his ass or clean up after him.

Surprise kisses. They happen a lot in general, just when he feels like it, but especially when you're in a video chat. He thinks it's hilarious to have your friends/family/co-workers think you have a perfect and loving boyfriend/husband, while he's actually a cheeky little bastard.

He leaves little notes throughout the house when he leaves. Some are sweet, some are jokes. He'll put them in the fridge, on the toilet, inside the shower, on his pillow,… anywhere he knows you'll come.

Yoruichi Shihoin

There is one night of the week dedicated to movie night and takeout. Both the eating and watching the movie will be done in bed. No, this is not up for debate. Lazy movie nights in bed are a must.

Be prepared for this woman wearing little to no clothes when she's home. She doesn't give a damn if people see her naked or not, and you're living together anyway, who cares if she's naked? Clothes are for going outside and for when visitors come over.

She loves taking baths or showers together as well, and not (necessarily) in a suggestive way. It's just a nice way to relax together, ‘and it saves water, right? *wink wink*’

She's actually a pretty good cook, at least when it comes to comfort food. When either of you are in a bad mood she'll step into the kitchen and make some of the best comfort food you've ever had. Which will then, of course, be eaten on the couch or in bed, in front of the tv, with a comfort movie.

Her favourite movies are comedies and romcoms. Anything that'll give her a good laugh is fine.

Kisuke Urahara

Another very laid-back person to live with. There is no rush at all when living with this man, with anything. He's the type of person to be at least a little late to every party or meeting because he just wanted to take his time and get ready in a relaxed way.

Don't let him take care of plants. He is the worst plant dad and they will die. Only cacti survive, and even those will struggle to do so.

Kisuke moves around in his sleep a lot and will steal the covers. A good way to remedy this is to use his chest as a pillow, he'll barely move at all then. Does the pressure on his chest really keep him still, or did he move around a lot on purpose as an excuse to get to you cuddle up to him at night? You will never know.

This man is very clingy. It doesn't matter what you're doing, he wants to have his arms around you. You're cooking? His arms are around your waist. You're trying to clean up? Good luck. His favourite moment is when you're both watching tv though. He'll pull you as close to possible to cuddle up on the couch.

Toshiro Hitsugaya

Toshiro has the windows open all-year round in his bedroom. Even when it is freezing outside, he'll want to open the windows for some fresh air as he sleeps, so he doesn't wake up in that stuffy sleep air that gets stuck in bedrooms. This does give a great excuse for cuddling while sleeping though.

He'll get you flowers every week, on the same day. It's a habit, one he doesn't want to miss. It's his way of reminding you that he cares, even though he's usually very busy with his work as a captain.

He'll agree a schedule with you to do chores in the house, just to make sure it all gets done and nothing gets forgotten. Of course, he helps in the house as well.

If you're not a fighter, Toshiro will want a dog in the house to protect you. Toshiro is very good at training dogs, as he is already used to being a leader and giving orders, and this dog will be the sweetest thing until either you or him give it the command to attack. He really counts on the dog to protect you when he cannot.

Soi-Fohn

Soi-Fohn will decorate her home in a minimalistic way. The colours don't jump out at you and there is just enough decoration to make it feel homely without having trinkets and pictures all over the place. Her home basically radiates calm and is so clean you'd almost wonder if she cleaned every day.

She sleeps with a lot of blankets. During the night she will want to say warm and she'll get closer to any source of warmth, which usually is you.

You need but say the word and Soi-Fohn will help you out with whatever she can in the house. Grocery shopping, the dishes, the laundry,… you name it. She will also start doing things without saying it if she notices you are a little overwhelmed.

She REALLY wants a cat. She loves the little creatures and has always wanted one of her own, but due to her often being away from home for extended periods of time, she never got one. If you've got a job that allows you to go home every day, she'll definitely bring it up.

Of het days off, she likes to cook something for you. She's actually a pretty good cook, though she rarely has the time to prepare something special for you.

Kenpachi Zaraki

Kenpachi is oddly clingy when you're home. He loves you, so he wants to be around you. Preferably have an arm around you. He's not shy about admitting it either. Why should he be? He wants to hold you. He's your boyfriend/husband. It's only normal.

He is the easiest guy ever to cook for. As long as you have made it, Kenpachi will eat about anything. Doesn't matter if you burnt it a little, doesn't matter if it's something he usually doesn't like. If you made it, he will eat it.

His favourite food is BBQ though, and when you eat BBQ he's the one making it. It's about the only thing he can cook, but that meat is prepared perfectly. He'll wear an apron will some stupid BBQ-related pun on it whenever he's doing so.

Kenpachi needs a dog in the house to play with, to get rid of that excess energy of his. It's likely a breed that's generally seen as dangerous, like a Pitbull. The dog is the absolute sweetest thing though, wouldn't harm a fly, and it loves playing fetch.

Kenpachi lets his dog sleep on his bed, which will cause some funny moments while trying to cuddle because the dog wants in on the affection too.

#shunsui kyoraku x reader #juushiro ukitake x reader #byakuya kuchiki x reader #unohana retsu x reader #shinji hirako x reader #urahara kisuke x reader #yoruichi shihouin x reader #soi-fohn x reader #kenpachi zaraki x reader #toshiro hitsugaya x reader #bleach x reader #cookie writes #headcanons #700 followers event #requested #Anon #scheduled post

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onceupon · 3 years ago

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London Boy - Part 8: Hot or cold

summary: Some things change, and some things never do. Rafe has you feeling confused again, unable to use his words to tell you how he feels. But you’re determined, wanting to know once and for all whether he wants you or not.

pairing: Rafe x reader (noncanon)

warnings: drinking, swearing, smut

word count: 5.7k

a/n: hope everyone had a happy new year! sorry my writing is always severely behind schedule, much love, enjoy(:

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Rafe slipped out of your bed early in the morning. Your body felt suddenly cold at the lack of his embrace, but you refused to stir, pretending to be sound asleep as he snuck out of your room for an early weekend game. For all that was continuously new with Rafe Cameron, there remained one constant: confusion. The previous night had felt so good in so many ways until it left you feeling weirdly alone, shut out from the thoughts circling in his head once again. Rafe had started to let you in to what seemed like every corner of his mind: his humor, his family life, his favorite song for late night drives around the island and his comfort meal on a rainy day. And yet, when the subject was you, the words were far and few between.

There were actions though. Late night talks, sleep-laced embraces, remembered details. Most recently, moments laden with stolen kisses and muted moans seemed like the door to his feelings about you. But you realize now, laying in bed alone, that you hadn’t actually heard the words to confirm. Was he crushing the way you were? More? Less? Or was it just pure physical desire, a fling based off attraction but also convenience, nothing more. You replay the moment in your head, the way he hesitated, the way he left an open-ended promise. You don’t understand what any of it meant, but with a huff you decide it’s none of your business.

You put on your slippers and with tangled hair, you shuffle to the kitchen to make a coffee to help drown the thoughts that were otherwise threatening to drown you.

“I wanna do something,” Olivia comes in, resting her chin in her hand, leaned on the kitchen counter as you turn on the coffee machine.

“Down for anything,” you hum as you reach for your favorite mug.

“I was thinking a picnic? In Hyde park? All I want to do is lay on a blanket in the grass and snack on blueberries,” she sighs dramatically.

“Liv, you know I love you, but it’s so cold out,“ you start to object.

“So we’ll get hot chocolate and bring an extra blanket!” she smiles bright, ever the optimist. You laugh and shake your head, lips pulling into a small smile letting her know she’s successfully roped you in. “That settles it - it’s a picnic day!” she beams. “I’m gonna go tell Mills!”

And just as she’s about to leave the kitchen she turns back around to add one more thing, “You and Rafe both do that smile with the head shake kind of thing. Lord if I spend anymore time with you guys, I’m gonna end up picking up all these random Kildare mannerisms. I’m literally gonna be disowned by Westheath,” And as she says this you realize it isn’t a Kildare mannerism at all, just a Rafe one.

—

“I don’t wanna go to uni,” Millie sighs, tossing a blueberry and catching it above her as the three of you lay on your backs in a circle, heads meeting in the center. It was a cold, late-fall day in London, but hoods on and blankets in tow, it wasn’t too bad - refreshing even.

“Mills nooo why do you say that,” Olivia replies, voice laced with concern.

“I don’t know it’s just weird… being far from everything and everyone I know. It’s scary… one step closer to having to be a real adult,” Millie says, her tone of voice noticeably hushed.

“Scary doesn’t have to be bad…” Olivia responds after a generous pause. “And no matter what happens, wherever you go, you’ll always have a home here with us, Liam, Jake, all our friends,”she says, giving her palm a reassuring squeeze.

“To be honest I kind of do want to go away to college already,” you say. “The friendships I’ve formed here couldn’t hold a candle to anything I have back at Kildare… I won’t really have much to miss at that place. The idea of having to leave Westheath and you guys in a few weeks is what’s scary to be honest,” you confess.

“Stop don’t remind me, I don’t even want to think about that yet,” Millie sighs.

“Promise you’ll keep in touch Y/n,” Olivia says.

“Of course,” you smile, a bit sad thinking how the best few months of your life would have to come to an end eventually.

“At least you’ll have Topper and Rafe though,” she adds to try and lighten the somber mood.

“Yeah…” you say, “I hope.”

“What do you mean you hope,” she turns her head to look at you, worry on her face.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love those boys and they’ve become two of my best friends here. But… I mean they have other friends back home, people that I’m not friends with. What if our friendship was just… I don’t know… a temporary thing for them? And when we get back to OBX things will go back to how they always were…”

“Aw Y/n honey you know that’s not going to happen right? You can’t always think the worst case scenario. That goes for you too Mills. I promise you, if you let yourself believe it, the universe really is working in your favor,” Olivia replies.

“God I hate how right you always are,” Millie laughs begrudgingly.

“A blessing and a curse,” Olivia flashes a content smile.

“Hold on Liam’s calling me,” Millie sits up to lean on her elbows, raising the phone to her ear. “Sup babes?”

You and Olivia stay quiet as she talks, chasing the clouds overhead with your eyes, only hearing the occasional quip from Millie until she hangs up.

“Liam has something proper important he needs to tell me,” she laughs, doing her best impersonation of his voice. “So I’ll catch you ladies later,” she gathers her things before sauntering off through the park.

“He better be telling her about how he’s proper in love with her already,” Olivia snorts once Millie is well out of ear shot.

“You know?” you gasp.

“He drunkenly let it slip to me last year and I’ve been observing from the sidelines ever since,” she laughs.

“Do you ever want to just… tell her?”

She pauses for a second before she speaks, “I think it’s one of those things that needs to work out in its own way in its own time… y’know what I mean?”

“Yeah, I do.”

—-

When you get back to the building with Olivia, she peels away to go see her boyfriend Jake, leaving you to return to the flat by yourself. You unlock the door and walk down the hall, turning your knob in one hand and holding your bunched up blanket in the other.

“Y/n!” a low voice sings happily when you walk in.

“Rafe?” you say, surprised to find the 6’ something boy laying on your bed in the middle of the afternoon.

“We won our game,” he smiles dopily.

“Oh yeah? Celebrate a bit I see?”

“We may have had a few beers,” he mumbles, reaching his hand out to pull you closer.

“Hey,” he smiles up at you, hand dancing up your leg to rest on your waist as you now stand next to the bed where he’s still laying.

“Hi,” you say back, amused eyebrows quirked. He’s quick to pull you down so that you’re all of a sudden on top of him.

“I missed you,” he mumbles.

“You’re drunk,” you whisper, roughly an inch left between your faces.

“You’re beautiful,” he smiles.

“Rafe,” you groan, cheeks immediately growing red.

“I’m serious,” he frowns, pressing a kiss to your jawline.

“You’re full of shit,” you let out a small laugh, swatting him away, but you can’t help it that you’re smiling from ear to ear at his words. You’d never heard him say these things before. You still found it oddly endearing even though you knew he’d never say it sober.

“Can I have a kiss?” he asks.

“You’re drunk and I’m quite the opposite… don’t want to take advantage of you Cameron,” you tut.

“I’m not drunk off my ass,” he pouts, “I’m laying on my ass right now actually so I’m definitely on it.”

You roll your eyes, “a small kiss,” you concede to which his mouth erupts into a wide grin. You lean down and give him just a peck to which he groans, wanting more. You use your hands to help lift you up, climbing off of him.

“Hey where are you going,” he frowns.

“I’m starving and you need some food to soak up the alcohol in your stomach. Let’s go,” you say and he sighs, getting up to follow you out of your room and into the kitchen. You remember a few nights ago Rafe telling you about his go-to hangover meal: bacon, egg, and cheese on a bagel. You start to rummage through the fridge, pulling out the ingredients. Rafe sits at the table, admiring you in a half-dazed way as you start making lunch. The bacon and eggs are cooking on the pan in front of you when you feel a pair of large arms encircle your waist from behind.

“Rafe someone could see us,” you hiss.

“Don’t care,” he mumbles as he kisses your neck. You turn around in his arms, scoldingly pointing the spatula toward his chest.

“You’re unbelievable,” you shake your head.

“Hey Rafe what time did the guys say-“ Topper’s voice all of a sudden comes booming from the hallway and you quickly shove Rafe away.

“-to meet at the bar?” Topper rounds into the kitchen.

“Don’t remember man,” Rafe says, scratching the back of his head.

“You still drunk bro?” Topper laughs to which Rafe just responds with a telling grin, Topper clapping him on the shoulder.

“Y/n!” he exclaims, finally noticing you too. “What’s up babe?”

“Making lunch for me and this one over here,” you motion to Rafe’s figure.

“Damn and none for me, I’m hurt Y/n, really hurt,” he clutches at his chest sarcastically.

“Aw sorry Top, maybe next time,” you wink, noticing Rafe scowling every so slightly from the corner of your eye.

“You can make it up to me though. Come out with us and the rest of team. Celebrating our win all day long.”

“I swear you boys drink more than you actually play. Tempting offer. I’ll have to see,” you reply.

“Aw come on Y/n you know you want to,” he persuades.

“Alright you got me I’m in,” you laugh.

“Okay perfect I’ll check with the guys when everyone is heading over and we’ll all go over then,” he says before exiting the kitchen.

“Alright lunch is ready,” you announce once he leaves, bringing two plates to the table, a bacon, egg, and cheese bagel for each of you. Rafe takes a bite, immediately humming in satisfaction.

“Taste okay?” you ask.

“Best thing I’ve ever eaten. Topper can fuck right off if he thinks he’s getting any.”

“Rafe,” you laugh, “Topper is my friend too and I’d make him a bagel just the same.”

“But I’m not just your friend,” he frowns.

“Well then what are you?” you level him with your gaze, intrigued to finally hear in his own words what he thinks the two of you are, drunk Rafe giving you way more than you’re used to chew on.

“I don’t know… but you know I’m not just your friend,” he now levels you with his gaze, the air standing still around you. The answer isn’t anything you didn’t know, but something about the way he looks at you as he says it gives you butterflies. He practically has you hypnotized, unable to move as he closes the remaining space between your faces, hand cupping your chin as your lips meet, for more than a peck this time.

“You’re trouble,” you mumble as you both pull away, to which he just smiles proudly and kisses you again.

—-

Your legs are criss crossed as you sit on the floor in your room, opening the package of clothes which you ordered the other week. You dump the contents out in front of you, holding each item up as you remind yourself what you even ordered in the first place. As you pick up one top in particular, an idea pops in your head. You shimmy on the skimpy going out top. Perfect - fits like a glove. You twist your body left and right in admiration at how it hugs you in all the right spots and reveals quite a bit of what you want to show off without giving everything away for free. It’s a top you hope will drive Rafe insane and that’s precisely your goal for tonight.

Over his mixed signals, leaving you cold one second then drunkenly ablaze the next, it was time to make matters into your own hands. He either wanted you or he didn’t, and you’d see to it that you found out.

Buzzing with new energy, you start getting ready. When you finally hear the knock on your door, excitement and adrenaline are coursing through your veins.

“Hey Y/n, you ready to go?” Topper’s voice calls from the other side of the door.

“You bet,” you smile bright, swinging the door open to find Topper standing in front of you, Rafe just slightly behind him in his doorway.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, I think we’re close enough where I can say this bluntly, but damn Y/n, you look really hot,” he says.

“Aw, thanks Top,” you laugh. “Now let’s go take a shot before we leave,” you walk past him, sending a playful smile in Rafe’s direction just long enough to notice the way his mouth is slightly parted. Your smile grows giddily wide, only to yourself, as you round into the kitchen with determined confidence.

You busy yourself grabbing the bottle of Jack and some shot glasses, acutely aware of the tall figure that appears beside you.

“We still never took that shot together Cameron,” you say, not looking up as you pour the brown liquid into the three shot glasses in front of you.

“Well then it’s about time,” he replies, leaning down to grab a shot glass for him and for Topper, his arm brushing against yours as he does. You exhale as you set down the bottle of Jack and grab your own glass before turning around, almost annoyed by how just that touch alone could leave goosebumps on your skin. He’s already in the middle of the kitchen, listening to something Topper is saying, eyes flickering to you and away again just as fast.

“Cheers,” Topper raises his glass and you and Rafe follow suit. “To the Kildare crew,” Topper adds.

“To the Kildare crew,” you and Rafe echo as you down the shots. Naturally, Topper doesn’t notice the way Rafe has to focus to swallow and the way your fluster is just barely visible on the surface of your cheeks.

—-

“One blue moon,” Rafe comes up by your side, handing you the pint in the crowded bar, your usual order already committed to his memory.

“Thanks,” you smile up at him, noting now how handsome he looks without even trying - his hair tousled from the nap he took earlier to sober up. That and the jacket he’s wearing has you almost weak in the knees.

“Rafe over here!” one of his teammates shouts from by the pool table. He nods his head then turns to you.

“Come on I want you to meet the rest of the team,” he says, running his hand over the small of your back to guide you there.

“Rafe! Mate!” a boy exclaims, dapping him up.

“This is Y/n,” he says, as he steps to the side to introduce you.

“Ah right! So this is the famous other Kildare flatmate. Pleasure to meet you, I’m Tom,” he smiles, holding out his hand.

“Nice to meet you Tom,” you say, ears perking up at the fact that he already knows who you are.

“Me, Callum, and Henry were gonna play a round of pool. Join us yeah? Where’s that bastard Top, does he wanna play?”

“I believe Topper has already found his uh, plan for the night,” you laugh, pointing toward the dance floor where Topper was getting quite comfortable with a girl you recognized from one of your classes.

“Cheeky bastard,” Tom laughs. “Well alright you two then - come play,” he beckons, you registering the fact that Rafe’s arm hasn’t left the small of your back as you approach the pool table, his fingers splayed spreading warmth over your body.

“How’s your game Y/n,” Rafe asks when the two of you reach the other end of the table, pulling your attention away from his close touch.

“Pretty good, and yours,” you lean back against the table, staring up at him, eyes flirtatiously glancing between his own. He just chuckles and shakes his head, his mouth pulling into a small smile, causing you to almost falter at the mannerism you unconsciously picked up from him.

The game commences and your competitive side is soon in full swing, your mission of driving Rafe crazy all but slipping your mind. That is, until one round when you’re watching him line up his stick, focusing on the ball, his bicep flexing. You swallow hard, feeling suddenly hot. You decide you need to regain the upper hand in this situation, so when it’s your turn you make sure to shoot the ball so slow and at such an angle that your ass and chest are strategically in his full view the whole time, sighing when you stand back up, your ball accidentally going the wrong direction.

You hear a throat clear by you now, “Here Y/n, I can give you a pointer.” You look up and see the way his Adam’s Apple moves as he swallows, not unaffected. You feign a thankful innocence, but you’re sure he sees through it. He walks over to you, standing directly behind you as his arms wrap around you.

“So you want to hold the stick like this,” he says, hand coming to rest atop of yours, guiding it to the right position. “And then you want to angle yourself like this,” he continues, bending over you as you follow suit. “And then, you shoot,” he says, and as he winds up your connected arms he whispers in your ear for only you to hear, “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing.” Your breath hitches and as you stand straight again, Rafe looking at you with eyebrows raised.

The game soon ends, exchanging a few jokes with the boys before the three head outside for a smoke, leaving just you and Rafe once more.

“So, am I right?” he presses, calm, intrigued.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you sip on your drink innocently.

He starts to open his mouth to say something but you don’t let him get a word in, ears perking up when you hear a good song come on.

“Come dance with me,” you say, grabbing his arm.

“Y/n-”

“Oh come on, it’ll be fun,” you pout, and with another shake of the head signaling the wave of the white flag, he’s conceding, allowing you to drag him into the crowd. Out on the dance floor, the tension building between you seems to dissipate with a few dorky dance moves and loud cackles, just being idiots together as usual. Suddenly, someone behind accidentally bumps into you, sending you flying into Rafe who’s hands immediately are there to catch you against him.

“Sorry,” you quickly say out of instinct.

“No, uh- don’t be,” he says, eyes finding yours. Your heart stops for a moment as the beat pounds in your ears and bodies circle around you. The dance floor is so crowded now, you and Rafe wouldn’t be able to step away from each other even if you wanted to. So you don’t. You throw your hands around his neck, not sure what you’re doing. He keeps his hands on your body, moving them just so to capture your waist. You start moving together far slower and completely out of rhythm with the music but neither of you seem to notice.

“You were right,” you say against his ear, the music so loud and your voice so soft you can’t even hear yourself, but you know he can.

You look up at him and he beckons his head toward the exit. You unravel your arms from the spot where they’re clasped around his neck, letting him take your palm in his to lead you out.

Once outside, you follow his lead as you both start walking back to the flat. After a few moments of silence, Rafe’s voice sounds in your ear.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been close with a girl as I am with you. Being friends with you, hanging out with you, it just feels like the easiest thing in the world.”

“Really?” is all you can manage to get out, the sober confession catching you by surprise.

“Yeah,” he replies. You can almost see the thoughts spinning in his head as he chuckles to himself.

“What?” you ask.

“It’s just ironic. One second you’re Y/n, this girl from home who I always thought was cool, who’s now my best friend in London of all places. And then the next second you’re… Y/n. This girl who makes me… nervous,” he chuckles. Your heart warms at the words, the ones he’s never spoke aloud before. The ones that you’ve so desperately been wanting to hear.

“I make you nervous?” you say, jaw slack with disbelief.

“Well… yeah,” he chuckles as he scratches the back of his head.

“You make me nervous too you know. When you look at me sometimes it’s so intense I have to remind myself to breathe,” you admit, not caring if it’s embarrassing.

“Oh yeah?” he smirks, pointing those cursed baby blue at you to which you just roll your eyes, shoving his arm.

“And for the record, I’ve never been this close with a guy before either… I can be myself around you and you just… get it. You make me feel safe,” you say, chewing on your cheek and feeling suddenly shy.

“Fuck,” he says, his head dropping for a second with a sigh. He stops you on the sidewalk where you both stand, hands resting on your arms to direct your focus toward him.

“Last night… it’s not that I didn’t want to Y/n. Trust me. I know people talk back home and you’ve probably heard things I’m not proud of, but I’m not that guy anymore. I really care about you. It’s not just sex, not with you. And I just needed to make sure you knew that first.”

There it was again. Another moment where you have to remind yourself to breath. “I,” you swallow, trying to find words, “I already knew that. But I think I needed to hear you say it too. I trust you Rafe.” His face softens before pulling into a smirk.

“I make you feel safe, huh?”

“Rafe wh-“ and before you can get out another word, your hurled over his shoulder as he’s racing down the sidewalk, the breath leaving your lungs in both laughter and sheer terror.

“Rafe!” you shriek, but he doesn’t react, one hand grasped firmly around your legs behind your knees, the other on your ass. You finally give in, allowing him to carry you around the block to where your building is. It’s not until you’re in the elevator that he finally puts you down, immediately bringing his lips to yours. You kiss him eagerly, smiling against his lips, familiar with warmth.

“At the bar before - you, the top, everything,” he begins to say, letting his gaze shamelessly wander down, “I was right. And you were too because it worked. You’re evil, but it worked.” You try to hide your smile but it’s no use, elevator dinging to your floor ushering the both of you to your flat.

“So tell me more about how I make you nervous?” you smirk.

“Alright relax big head,” he laughs as he holds the door open for you. His hand then falls to your shoulder, fingers dancing under the strap of your top as he guides your jacket off your body.

“And you think I’m cool,” you tease triumphantly.

“Starting to forget why I thought it was a good idea to tell you that,” he kisses along your neck, leading you backwards till your backed up against the door to your room.

“I can remind you,” you smile. You pull him down for a kiss, slow and gentle. You can feel his lips start to chase yours, like he’s trying to memorize the taste.

His hand makes its way to your doorknob, your entangled bodies stumbling backwards till your both on your bed.

“I mean it, when I say I really care about you Y/n,” he says earnestly.

“I know,” you whisper. His hand moves down your body, resting on your upper thigh with a gentle squeeze that sends a tingle into the pit of your stomach.

His other hand starts to roam up your stomach underneath your top, thumb swiping over your chest and palm grazing over your bra. It encircles its way to your back, fingers dancing beneath the band. You pull away and slowly pull the top over your arms. His eyes take you in before him, running his hand over your chest once again, admiring the lacy material. His thumb then moves to your lips, eyes glazing over them before leaning in again, your head falling to the pillow below you as he does.

“Rafe wait,” your hand flies to his chest to stop him before his lips can connect with your skin.

“Oh shit sorry, is something wrong?” he asks hurriedly as he pulls back.

“No no, nothing’s wrong. I just need to tell you something before this goes any further but,” your voice hitches, always having trouble just getting out with it, “… I’m a virgin.”

Rafe let’s out a breath, bowing his head in relief. “Had me scared there for a second.”

“You don’t… you don’t care? Like that’s not a dealbreaker?” you hum nervously, avoiding eye contact as you play with the buttons on his shirt.

“Deal breaker? What no, of course not Y/n,” he gently brings your face to look at his so you know he means it. “If anything it’s an honor really, that you’d uh want me to be the one,” he says, voice getting softer and cheeks tinging pink.

“I trust you, remember?” you smile and he knows you mean what you’re saying too.

“Just know this is all on your terms okay? The second you change your mind just say the word.” His hand lays on your arm, gently thumbing at your skin.

You just shake your head, looking right at him now, “I’m not gonna change my mind.”

Silence stills around you two, sharing a moment of vulnerability but also excitement, chests rising and falling in patient anticipation. He looks down at your lips, his tongue appearing for just a split second to unconsciously wet his own before reconnecting with yours. His hand gently moves down the length of your body, touch lingering over every curve. His fingers reach the button of your pants, toying with it.

“May I?” he asks, breaking the connection of your lips for a moment.

“Rafe you don’t have to ask anymore. I want this, want you,” you say. A curse falls under his breath.

“Shit yeah okay,” he breaths, burying his head in the crook of your neck to press kisses to the sensitive skin there, skillfully undoing the button of your pants with one hand. He slides them off your body, climbing back on top of you, his leg making itself at home in between yours, spreading them slightly apart. You begin fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, undoing them as his hand slides in between your thighs. You gasp, momentarily releasing the button you’re working on as his touch finds you right where you need it. You focus on your breath as he focuses on you, managing to get the last of his shirt buttons undone and starting to pull it off. He removes his hand from in between your legs to help you get rid of the shirt before returning right back to you. His other hand reaches behind you, undoing the hook of your bra and tossing it to the side. He presses wet kisses to your now bare chest before returning his mouth to yours, humming in satisfaction as he gently kneads them with his hand. You surrender completely as you come undone beneath him, melting into his touch, into the hands and mouth that seem to know your body better than you.

“Rafe- I’m ready, please,” you struggle to say, your eyes starting to flutter shut at the pleasure he was causing, his fingers moving in and out of you while also giving just the right amount of attention to your clit.

“Yeah? Hold on, I’ll be right back,” he says, pressing a kiss to your lips before getting up. You watch as he discards his pants and grabs the condoms from your drawer, biting your lip as you watch him roll it on, your excitement growing at the thought of him being inside you. He turns to you, his eye contact immediately making you feel warm and comfortable, his reassuring expression putting you at ease as he rests above you again.

“We’re gonna go slow,” he says, looking down at you with caring eyes. You nod breathlessly. He teases your entrance lightly with his fingers before using them to spread you open, an embarrassing whimper leaving your lips. He lines himself up and then begins to slide in slowly, gently kissing your neck and jawline to help you relax. Once he’s all the way in you let out a long breath you’d been holding in.

“Do you feel okay?” he asks, not moving at all.

“Stings a little, not in a bad way. You can move,” you whisper, giving him the green light.

“Okay. Stay with me Y/n,” he says. His hips start to move, easing you into a rhythm. Eyes are on yours, reading your expressions, making sure you’re okay. You can feel every inch of him inside of you, and as you focus on the feeling you start to get used to it, start to enjoy it, breath growing a little heavier. Rafe notices this and takes it as his cue to roll his hips into yours at a quicker pace. His hand reaches to grabs yours, intertwining your fingers with his. Your heart seizes a little at the action, how gentle and caring he’s being, leaning down to meet your lips for kisses that are deep yet delicate. He starts to change his rhythm slightly, grinding into you now in a way that hits you at an angle you weren’t aware you had, a gasp escaping from your lips.

“You feel incredible,” his low, slightly-strained voice groans just above a whisper in your ear, igniting a wildfire in below your abdomen.

“Mhm I- don’t stop please,” you breathe and he listens, continuing his motions and squeezing your hand tighter as your hot breaths mix together, growing heavier and heavier. From there it’s a mix of pants and moans, of wet kisses and intimate glances worth a thousand words, until you’re both at the peak. Your eyes screw shut and your mouth falls open as you feel your orgasm taking over.

“It’s okay Y/n, I got you,” he encourages, helping you ride out your high as his movements grow sloppier, finally stilling as he spills into the condom. He rests his forehead on yours, gingerly pushing away a sweaty strand of hair stuck to your temple. He then kisses your forehead, pulling out of you to go discard the filled condom. When he returns, Rafe pulls the covers over the both of you as he wraps his arms around you, your sweaty bodies sticking together, impossibly close.

“How did that feel?” he asks, his hand playing with yours underneath it.

“Good,” you smile, turning your body around so you’re facing him. “Maybe next time I’ll take charge,” you wink.

“Yeah okay I’d like to see that,” he laughs.

“Is that a challenge? Don’t tempt me Cameron,” you smirk, to which he just chuckles and shakes his head, giving your waist a playful squeeze.

“You’re trouble,” he murmurs low against your lips causing you to smile from ear to ear and lean in for a peck. You close your eyes, humming in satisfaction, fingers lightly tracing over his chest.

“Hey Y/n,” he clears his throat suddenly.

“Yeah?” you look up, softly surveying his face as he avoids your gaze, staring at the ceiling but still holding you close.

“You and Liam first met on a date right?”

“Yeah,” you can’t help but laugh, the idea of you and Liam on a date so ridiculous to you now that you’ve grown to be such good friends.

“Have you uh… have you been on any other dates, or whatever, out here?” he swallows awkwardly.

“Not that it’s any of your business but I haven’t been on any other dates, or whatever,” you eye him curiously, the topic of you with other guys an interesting choice for pillow talk.

“I know this is selfish of me to ask, but uh, could you maybe not hookup with anyone else?” He’s still too embarrassed to look at you even though your smiling at him adoringly like an idiot.

“Mmm I guess I could be exclusive for you if that’s what you’re asking. As long as you don’t hookup with anyone else either,” you say playfully. He turns to look at you now, a look of relief lightly etched in his features.

“Believe me,” he says, pulling you even closer so your head is fully resting on his chest, “wouldn’t dream of it.”

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Here Comes the Cavalry

REPOST BECAUSE TUMBLR HATES ME

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Warnings: Swear words

Word Count: ~2.3k

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting this, anon! I had a really fun time writing this and I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Charlie's 10th birthday finds itself the center of a showdown between Thomas and his ex-wife over the new woman in his life.

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Being a friend of the Shelby's- didn’t matter how close or distant- was like walking around with a target on your back. But you didn’t mind. As much violence and chaos that the family attracts, and as much as they try to have power over each other, there was a mutual love and respect between every Shelby that you hadn’t seen anywhere else. For example, when Polly found out Tommy had hidden crucial information, she was pissed; but also proud. It was a bit concerning, if you were going to be honest. Even Grace was kept in the loop after the divorce. Once a Shelby, always a Shelby, you supposed. Grace wasn’t involved in the family business at all, but she and the family met occasionally. Although, as time passed on, it was mostly so Charlie could spend time with his father. Grace was now remarried and her visits were far and in between. She drifted apart from all the Shelbys- not that they minded, as her betrayal was still in their minds all those years later. Thomas started to move on from her as well, now very much used to Grace not being a part of his day-to-day life. Today was the day that Grace and Charlie were making a rare visit to the Arrow House for his 10th birthday. Thomas postponed all of his meetings for the entire week to make time for his son, an action that made you smile when you heard Tom tell his clients of his absence. And they call him heartless, you had laughed to yourself. “Ada! How are you doing!” you said, hugging your best friend before walking into the Arrow House. You took off your coat and hung it on the hook next to the door. “Oh I’m doing great sweetheart,” she said. “Auntie Y/NNNNNN!” you heard a little boy’s voice yell from the stairs. The pitter-patter of their feet running across the wooden floor echoed through the large room and made you chuckle. “Hello, Karl!” you kneeled on your knees and opened your arms for Karl, who ran into them and almost made you topple over. “Someone’s excited to see me!” You squeezed him lightly, resting your cheek on his head. You pulled away from him and reached into your purse, grabbing a chocolate bar that you had bought for Karl. “I got you something!” Karl smiled, his cute crooked teeth on display. “Thank you!” He grabbed the bar from your hand and started unwrapping it, running away from you and towards the living room. “Uncle Arthur, look what Auntie Y/N gave me!” he yelled. “What did I say about the chocolate?” Ada chided you. You laughed. “I couldn’t help it Ada,” you defended yourself. “He’s too adorable to not spoil.” In the background, you heard Karl laugh loudly. “You can’t have any Uncle Arthur, it’s for me!” You chuckled and shook your head, looking down at the floor in mock exasperation. The Arrow House would be nothing without the echoes of Karl’s screams bouncing around the walls from time to time. Even Thomas seemed to brighten up a bit more whenever Karl and Ada visited. You supposed it was because his nephew reminded him of his own son that he barely got to see. At the thought of Charlie, you looked up to Ada. “When are Charlie and Grace showing up?” Ada shrugged. “They should be here in a couple of minutes. Why don’t we head to the living room? Tommy bought a shit ton of food for Charlie so we might be able to steal a bit.” _______________________________________________________________________________________ You and Ada made your way into the living room and smiled at the exquisite birthday decorations. There were balloons of every color bunched up every couple of feet around the room, a large birthday banner hanging proud and true on the wall across from the fireplace. “Hello, Y/N. Ada,” Tom said from where he sat on the couch, his elbows on his knees. You smiled at him. “Thomas.” Tom smirked slightly- which was a fucking bright-ass grin when it came to Thomas. “We’ve been over the ‘Thomas’ shit, Y/n/n,” he said, quirking his brow. You chuckled. “We have,” you said. “Tom. ‘S just fun to be all fucking formal.” Tom pat the spot on the couch next to him while Ada left your side, sensing that you two wanted some

time alone. You walked over to Tom and sat next to him. “You excited?” Thomas nodded, his blue eyes brightening slightly. “I hardly get to see Charles anymore. You bet your ass I’m spoiling me boy when he’s here,” he joked. You laughed. “I’m sure Charlie’s going to like all of this,” you gestured to the decorations around you. “Oh! Before I forget! Where should I put this?” You reached into your purse and pulled out a folded mancala board that Charlie had begged you for the last time he visited. Thomas smiled and took the board from you, leaning down and sliding it under the couch. “We’re going to open presents after cake, so just remember to pick it back up.” From there, you and Thomas began to talk about the family business. Unlike with Grace, Thomas found himself consulting you on many decisions that he made. You weren’t directly involved but your advice was greatly appreciated by the family. Especially since Thomas wanted to get into politics- a field that you knew well because your father ran for MP multiple times before his death- your advice on what not to do gave him valuable insight on how to maintain a favorable public image. “I know your past is something that can’t be erased,” you said in response to Tom’s concerns about the subject. “But that doesn’t mean it can’t be hidden. Or at least left ambiguous enough that people can’t ask the right questions. You keep the public from asking the right questions, and you make sure they can never find the answers.” “It’s a bit unnerving that you know this,” Tom noted, a smirk on his face. In truth, he was impressed. Your knowledge of politics was quite extensive considering your father tried to keep you away from it for most of your life. But you knew how to eavesdrop and read gossip, and so you gained a wealth of knowledge about politics. You laughed. “You’re acting like you don’t already know this.” Thomas took a drag of his cigarette and chuckled. “You got me there.” Your conversation was interrupted by the distinct shrill of the doorbell. Tom perked up and smiled. “Charles is here!” He practically jumped up from his seat on the couch and made his way to the hall. You followed him to the hall, beckoning Karl, Ada, and Arthur- who had been quietly eating food in the corner, thinking Tom hadn’t noticed- to come with you. You and the group walked into the hall to the sight of Thomas laughing and picking up Charlie in his arms and bouncing him up and down, making his son giggle. “Happy birthday Charlie!” you exclaimed, clapping. Arthur, Karl, Ada- and John and Polly, who had been talking in the hall after you arrived- clapped and joined in wishing Charlie a happy birthday. Charlie and Karl shared a hug that resulted in you awing. You looked at Grace and smiled. “Welcome, Grace,” you greeted her respectfully. Grace simply nodded at you and took off her coat. Turning around to put her coat on the coat hooks next to the door, she gasped lightly in shock when she saw your coat resting next to Tom’s. “Whose coat is this?” she asked casually. You apologized profusely. “It’s mine, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to impose. I can find a different place for it-” Thomas waved his hand nonchalantly. “Oh, no need. You’re not imposing, Y/n/n.” You blushed slightly. “Frances can take your coat, Grace. I trust you remember who she is?” He jabbed at her lightly. Grace huffed and nodded. “Alright.” The tension between Tom and Grace was palpable and made everyone make excuses to leave the room. You left as well, saying something about wanting to play around with Karl and Charlie. You knew things were bad between Thomas and Grace. So bad, in fact, that Tom had approached her with a divorce. Tom was many things, but he wasn’t the type of person to reach for a divorce. He believed that marriage lasted for life. But after Tom’s and Grace’s arguments over his ambitions and dreams started to grow from skirmishes to screaming matches littered with threats, Thomas had enough. He told you the night that he decided to divorce Grace that he didn’t want to spend his life with a woman

that didn’t support his political and business ambitions. You found yourself sympathizing with both of them. You understood Grace’s concerns about the target that would always be on her and Charlie’s back because of Thomas’s ambition. But you also understood Thomas’s argument that his ambitions were also the thing that would provide his family with more opportunities than he had. Thomas’s goals were a double-edged sword. Although, Grace had become quite cold to Thomas in retaliation for the divorce, often sending him and his family veiled insults. So you didn’t feel much remorse for her when Tom made barbed comments like the one made in the hall. You sighed while watching Karl and Charlie play. It was going to be a long party. _______________________________________________________________________________________ All of you were eating cake, you talking with Polly about some gossip that you heard when going shopping for groceries. “Apparently Brandon was just using her for her status,” you said, licking the frosting off of your fork. “But then Brandon caught Melissa sleeping with her boss-” “No fucking way!” Polly interrupted, putting her plate down and gasping. “How the hell do these things happen to people!” You laughed. “I know right! My life is boring in comparison- and I hang out with you insane idiots!” “Hey!” John said from across the table, his mouth full of cake. “We’re not that bad!” “Speak for yourself,” Ada muttered from next to her brother, cringing when John stuck his cake-covered tongue out at her. “Honestly, Y/N,” Grace’s refined voice reverberated through the dining room, “You shouldn’t be gossiping this much. It’s a boring pastime.” You quirked your brow. “I’m sorry?” “Oh it’s alright, I understand that some people have nothing better to talk about. I’m just saying, gossip signals a bland personality and I’m sure you don’t have that, hm?” Grace’s implied message was clear. You sat in silence for a moment, surprised. “No?” you said, going along with whatever Grace said. In all honesty, you didn’t care what Grace thought of you. She barely visited enough for you to give a shit. But apparently, Tom didn’t want to let it slide. “Look, Grace, it’s not a big deal to gossip, alright? You’d be a big fucking hypocrite telling Y/n/n not to gossip when pretty much everything you talked about was who was fuckin’ who-” “Thomas!” Grace chided. “What? If you’re going to walk in here and criticize how Y/n/n spends their time, you can fuck off, alright? I don’t need some posh stuck-up woman in me house. So either behave yourself and let Charlie have a good birthday,” Thomas threatened, “Or get out of me house and have fun on the streets for a week.” “You’d let your own son live on the streets for a week?” Grace asked, shocked. “My threat regards only you. Charles is me blood- you make me see blood.” Grace looked down at her plate and picked up her fork and ate her cake again. Tom took that as an agreement to get along with everyone and started eating again as well. You were just thankful that you had sent Karl and Charlie to play upstairs. But regardless of the tense situation, a smile graced your face at the immediacy that Tom defended you with. _______________________________________________________________________________________ “Hey,” you tapped Thomas’s shoulder when you both found yourselves alone in the back room. “Thank you for defending me.” Tom nodded and smiled slightly. “Of course.” “I mean it. No one really defends me so I really appreciate it. Especially since it’s Grace.” Tommy’s brows raised slightly at that comment. “What do you mean?” You shrugged, looking anywhere but at Tom. “I mean, she was the woman that made you the person you used to be before France. I understand there’s some bad blood between you two now, but she’s still special to you.” Tom hummed and walked closer to you, stopping at around 2 feet away from you. “So are you, you know. You’re special to me.” You smiled. “You’re special to me, too.” Thomas’s hand cupped your cheek lightly, his thumb stroking

back and forth. A flush made its way to your cheeks and you smiled shyly at Tom. There was always some unspoken bond between the two of you that you danced around. You were always scared that it was too early after his divorce, but with the way that he was looking at you, he probably got over it a while ago. You don’t know who leaned forward first, but one second later your mouths were connected in a feverish kiss. Tom’s hands were traveling places, touching parts of your body that you caught him eyeing from time to time. Your hands rested against his chest and reveled in the feeling of his heart thumping against his chest as erratically as yours. So you had the same effect on him as he did on you. The kiss was a good indicator of that, but it was nice to have reassurance. Tom pulled away and rested his forehead on yours. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to do that for months now,” Tom confessed. You smiled, pecking him on the lips. “So have I,” you replied, pulling his mouth back to yours.

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