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notnctu · 4 years ago

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through the lens ❀ l.jn

❀ lee jeno x fem!reader ❀ genre - slow burn, smut/mature content, fluff (romance?), slight angst ❀ details - photographer!jeno, model!reader, college!au, shy!jeno but he aint shy in bed, strangers to fuckers!au ❀ word count - 8k (this is the longest thing ive ever written) ❀ warnings - nude modeling, swearing, oral (f/receiving), some sweet love makin’ ❀ brief synopsis - jeno asks you to model for his internship project, but little did you know, it was going to be a nude photo shoot.

❝ jeno was too shy to hold eye contact, but he stared at you endlessly through the lens. ❞

❀ a/n - hihihi this is author doie❀ ! im bad at writing smut so pls dont hate me ah ha lol i tried my best i also dont model/do professional photography so really apologize if i butcher any terms lmaoo the only thing i am is that im in college and im shy

Jeno had applied to almost a hundred internships and almost close to none returned with an offer, even after a whole month of waiting. He absolutely needed to start building his portfolio before the beginning of his senior year of college. The embarrassment of possibly graduating without any experience loomed over the desperate boy.

Photography had been more than a hobby to him, to the point where he wanted to take it seriously. His parents weren’t the most supportive of an Arts major, but that couldn’t stop him. Jeno saw the best through a camera lens. He had a special eye for beautiful moments and the impressing urge to capture it forever.

It was too late to change his major, if he wanted to graduate with all of his friends. If he wanted to be successful, he had to act on it now.

The swoosh! of a new email startled the sleeping boy. He stared at the brightly lit screen, reading the words over and over again to make sure it was real. Jeno was so enthralled with excitement that he scrambled out of bed to wake up his roommate, Jaemin.

He shook him so violently that the sheets fell from Jaemin’s warm body. “Dude! I got an internship!” He spoke with incredible glee, a wide smile couldn’t leave his face.

Jaemin groaned and had to hold Jeno by the shoulders to halt the boy from causing the room to spin. “Why--What is going on?” He dazely rubbed his tired eyes to blink at his giddy roommate.

The screen blinded Jaemin as it was shoved too closely to adjust. “Whoa--,” he pushed it away and shut his eyes, “--repeat what you just said one more time.” Jaemin held a finger up and Jeno grabbed it, jumping onto his best friend’s bed.

“I got an internship. Someone got back to me.” Jaemin returned the same excitement the moment he processed his words. He shot up in bed and hugged his friend tightly.

“Wo-w, dude! Congratulations!” The two boys hurried on their feet to cheer together. There was no concern for the rest of their housemates, only celebration that roared throughout the entire night.

Truthfully, Jeno had no recollection of applying to this studio. It could have been a random link on a job scouting website, but he couldn’t be more grateful. An internship was long overdue and Jeno had been itching to get some recognition for his craft.

“Hello, I’m Lee Jeno.” He bowed slightly at the receptionist, who had a stern stare that made him feel vulnerable. The first thing he noted about the office: white and minimalistic.

Jeno’s specialty was landscape photography. His aesthetics consisted of black and white filters, city lights, dark mood lighting, and background commotion. He enjoyed capturing chaos the most, a scene where more than one thing was happening. The only reason being that there was more to look at.

“Nice to meet you. The name is Lee Taemin, but you can call me what you please.” A young, lean man strolled his way towards Jeno with a wide grin and his hand for him to shake. Taemin was slightly shorter than him, but his stylish, expensive boots made up for his height. He had to be only a maximum of five years older than Jeno as Taemin appeared relatively youthful.

Taemin’s firm grip pulled Jeno along inside the studio. A small gasp escaped from Jeno which earned robust laughter from the older man. “I hope you can break out of your shell soon. There is no room for timidness around here, Mister Lee.”

“Please, you can call me Jeno.” He smiled, quite awkwardly at the beautiful man.

The tall glass windows, the concrete, gray floor, the white doors that lined the hallway, had to be all too predictable. Jeno envisioned this is what high class must look like. It was the pristine, bright feeling and the smell of vanilla that lingered distastefully. There was chatter behind the closed doors --- mainly directing, and high praises.

The only off-put was that photographers worked behind closed doors. From the few studios he has visited previously, photographers often worked in open spaces due to lighting fractures or the ability to roam more freely.

“I’m actually very ecstatic you signed up for the internship, since you do seem a bit on the younger side.” Taemin gestured toward the sofa in the middle of his massive office. Jeno sat across from him. Water was already placed on the glass coffee table that separated the two. A laptop was opened to face Taemin.

Jeno slyly rubbed the condensation from his palms on his jeans. Taemin’s stare bore deep into the shy boy, who had to break eye contact from time to time. “I know.” Jeno chuckled nervously, “thank you for getting back to me. I was really hoping to gain work experience through mentorship.”

Taemin nodded at everything Jeno was saying. His face being completely expressionless. Jeno sipped his water to regain moisture in his dry throat. Taemin was more intimidating than he was anticipating. “Sounds great. Happy to have you here. It might be a small business, but the experience is worth investing in. Every photographer who has come in and out of my building has found their forte. Let’s say, it’s eye opening.”

“That’s exactly what I was looking for actually.” As scared as he was of this mysterious man, he really enjoyed the comfort the environment radiated.

Taemin leaned forward and squinted at the screen. “I noticed in the portfolio you sent that you don’t have any portraits or any people, in general, in your photos. Do you have any works with people? Since this is a studio of fine art nude photography.”

Nude. Jeno practically choked on the last remaining spit he gathered. Taemin acknowledged the boy’s shocked reaction and tilted his head curiously, “you did know that I specialize in contemporary fine art nude photography, right?” Unfortunately, Jeno did not.

Jeno cleared his throat, “yes, of course. I wanted to challenge myself.” He had to lie, there was no other way to cover up his disbelief. This internship was the only hope left for him to gain something. Though, even the thought of shooting a naked body made him anxious.

He hated how timid he was. His friends and family say otherwise, mainly for the reason that Jeno automatically lit up behind a camera. In all honesty, he hid behind it. It was the only safe place that Jeno knew what he was doing. However when it came to real life situations without it, he lacked the confidence to be himself.

As ironic as it was, he hated being seen. He liked to be the background character in his own life, because the main character took too much of a toll. It could also be his deafening insecurities and lack of self esteem, but Jeno didn’t mind not being the center of attention.

“You like a challenge?” It was more of a statement rather than a question. Jeno caught a glimpse of the twinkle in Taemin’s dark eyes. “Then for your first task, I want you to show me that you can take on this role.”

Jeno scrambled for his phone to jot down notes. “Send me an emotional portfolio, model of your choice. They could be a friend of yours that you feel comfortable seeing naked. It must include a variation of headshots, full body, and body details. It must also be raw and unedited photos. I want to see if you have the eye for the art to capture these types of images.”

“When would you like it by?” He stammered, completely winded at the sudden project that unloaded on top of him.

“Next Friday, and you’ll present it to me here in person. Feel free to use this studio if you don’t have a place of your own with equipment. All you need to do is book a room with the front desk. Any other questions?” The sound of the laptop shutting caused Jeno to look up at the brilliance in front of him. He needed Taemin to help him succeed.

“Why do you take nude photography?”

Taemin was unable to stop the laughter that erupted into the room. “I don’t run a pimp business or sell soft core porn, if that’s why you’re staring at me so funnily. What I make is an art masterpiece, it has nothing to do with physical features or desires. It’s the pure emotion that clothing distracts from. Clothing conforms the model into an aesthetic, and while that works for editorials, it won’t be a consistent thing here.”

Jeno nodded understandingly. Overwhelmed and lost at words. He was unsure what he had gotten himself into. Where was he going to find a model on such short notice on such lewd conditions? He was really going to need to step out of his comfortable zone, in his photography and social skills.

Taemin stood up and extended his hand once more. “I take pride in my art, so I hope you, too, start finding that in your own.”

Jaemin held his stomach from the endless laughter, tears welling up in his eyes. “Nud-Nude photography? And you didn’t know?”

“Jaemin, keep it down.” Jeno whispered and cautiously peered around at the few people flooding into the small lecture hall. “I don’t want everyone in our club to misunderstand and think I’m some creep.”

His best friend straightened up in his seat and placed his hand on Jeno's slumped shoulder, “first of all, you’re a complete idiot for not researching. Secondly, it’s an art form. If you really got yourself a shady, rated R internship, I would’ve told you to drop it instantly.”

His spirits were slightly lifted, but he was still struggling with who he should ask to model for him. As much as he’s already seen of Jaemin, being his roommate, he honestly would rather leave the rest to imagination. Jeno wasn’t purposefully searching the room for a candidate, but he could not stop his eyes from drifting.

He spotted the most attractive side profile that sat two rows below him. He shook his head to make sure he was seeing her correctly. Peering around, he looked for another possible face to shoot. But oh god, how she caught his eye every time she even slightly moved.

You smiled happily with your friends by your side as your club’s executive board members introduced this year’s goals and events to attend. It had to be the smallest amount of alcohol still running in your system that caused you to giggle every time guys tried to turn around and hit on you.

“Why don’t you focus on our club members instead?” You smirked at the smug older boy, who had poorly attempted to grab your attention. “I think this information is important to you. These events could help you develop your social skills to be much better.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but your girl friends scoffed by your side.

He got up in disbelief and quickly walked out of the room. There was a brief pause at the sudden movement, but the announcement carried on per usual.

Jeno impatiently waited for the club meeting to finally be over, so he could talk to you. The longer it dragged, the more his confidence was subsiding. “I’m heading to study, wanna come with?” Jaemin poked at Jeno’s knee.

“Yeah, but you can go ahead first. I need to talk to someone.” His voice was shaky and his throat went so dry. Jeno’s shifty eyes scanned the room, hoping no one saw how nervous he was acting.

Jaemin’s eyebrows lifted suspiciously, “who? I didn’t even know you talked to anyone who came today. Donghyuck and Renjun aren’t here---”

“--her, Jaemin... her. I’m going to ask her to model for me.” Jeno motioned his head. His heart beating faster at seeing a small grin appear on your face from a comment someone made.

Jaemin hummed, “good luck with that, bud. I’ve got two shoulders for you to cry on after.” The extra hint of sarcasm only made Jeno sweat nervously. He was seriously doubting his decision, but it wouldn’t be a challenge if he didn’t do it. He knew he’d regret it more if he didn’t just ask you.

Once the meeting was dismissed, you wanted to get out of the room before the heavy rush into the hallways. Unfortunately, a few frat guys pulled you into their conversation and chatted up a storm. Your friends played into their foolery, but you stopped paying attention when they asked for your numbers.

There was a faint tap on your shoulder and you turned to see who the culprit was. You didn’t seem to know him, because you would’ve remembered such a demeanor. His eyes were glued to the floor behind you and his shaky hands ran through his brown locks. His shyness was quite endearing, yet alarming since you weren’t sure why exactly he had approached you.

“Yes?” You asked curiously.

The moment Jeno heard your delicate cadence, he melted like a popsicle left out in the sun. He peered up, but quickly reverted his eyes to the white tiles when he noticed how beautifully you stared at him.

He counted his breathing to calm his rapid heart beat. He cleared his throat to introduce himself, “I’m Jeno. I’m a third year Arts major, um-- I was just--- I know we don’t know each other. I wanted to ask, uh-” Jeno was horrified at how he stammered over his own words. His cheeks burned with a red glow, and if he couldn’t look you in the eye before, he definitely couldn’t now.

“Hey, see you later.” One of the bulky frat guys called and you waved back weakly.

A guy who had been chasing you endlessly scoffed at the pitiful sight and smirked at you, “see you at my house tonight? Been missing you in my bed lately.”

“Thought you would’ve guessed the reason why I stopped coming around.” Jeno heard the sting in your remarks and the disbelief in the male.

You honestly could have left, Jeno knew that. But you stayed and waited patiently for him to finish. Jeno could tell how strong you were just by your intimidating aura that practically suffocated him by standing in close proximity to you.

You sighed and reached to grab your jacket on the folded seat, “look, Jeno. It’s nice to meet you and all, but I gotta get going.”

Shockingly, the shy boy reached out to stop you by your fingertips. His touch lingered before he dropped your hand quickly. “I’m sorry. Are you free this Monday?”

“Uh, that depends. If you’re asking me on a date, then I’m busy.” Rolling your eyes, you weren’t sure why you still stayed to listen to what this random stranger had to say. If it were anyone else, you would’ve walked away the moment he asked if you were free. However, you acknowledged his timidness and the courage he must have mustered up to approach you.

Jeno shook his head violently, completely in shambles from that type of misunderstanding. “Not a date. I need someone to model for my portfolio photos that my internship assigned. It’s actually very important to me because it’s the first internship that responded back to me when I had applied to so many a whole month ago. Basically, I really need this and you because I think you’d be perfect to take pictures of. Oh-- wow! That sounded very bad --- uh --- what I meant is that your facial proportions are perfect and---”

“I’m free Monday.” You cut off his endless ramble and gestured toward his phone. He handed it to you without any hesitation and you typed in your number. “Text me the time, place and what I should wear.”

“Oh actually, it’s a nude photoshoot.” Your eyes doubled in size, completely offended by that statement.

Jeno felt the sudden shift in the air and brought his hands up to block himself, “to be more clear, it’s a contemporary fine art nude photography studio. The pictures are pieces of art and to be seen as that only. I have no intentions or ulterior motive to sleep with you, see you naked or sell, leak your nudes for the profit of your body. But, I understand if you no longer want to do it because it sounds super strange now that I am explaining it.”

Your shoulders relaxed and the fist that formed unraveled. You exhaled deeply, “I’ll do it. We can talk more about it on Monday and I get to leave on my own accord if I don’t feel comfortable. We work on my conditions.” Picking up Jeno’s chin, he was absolutely petrified at the forced eye contact and your incredible, powerful gaze. He was mesmerized by the fire in your eyes, and if he stared any longer, he could’ve lost himself in them.

“Of course.” With that, you dropped his face and left without another look back. Jeno looked down at his phone and the new contact name, (Y/N). It had slipped his mind to even ask what your name was and he slapped his face in utter stupidity. “Do better, Lee Jeno.” It was a remainder to himself to, hopefully, be better the next time you two speak.

Monday, 3:03 PM.

Jeno paced back and forth in the brightly, lit white room. He was trying to find any blinds or curtains to cover the tall windows of the high rise building. It should not be too much of a problem, the extra lighting was a positive. Jeno was only worried for your comfort of the openness.

There was a soft knock before Jeno practically tripped to open the door. His breath hitched at the sight of your bare face. This time, you were the vulnerable one. Jeno only saw purity, yet impressed at how your tired eyes still managed to bid him a soft smile. He admired your uneven complexion, and the sparse moles that dotted your skin.

“Okay, so you want to see me naked now or later?” Filled with jokes, your voice was light and airy this afternoon. There was a bit of a contrast from the first time you two met. Softer, enchanting, almost ghostly.

Everything in the room was white. The mattress on the floor had a white comforter and white sheets. The backdrop. The walls. The hardwood floor. The only color was the blue sky that the tall windows let in.

“Here’s a robe. You can change in the bathroom.” Jeno scratched the back of his neck and his eyes wandered everywhere, but your’s.

“Would you be okay with me just taking off my clothes in here?” You saw the light tint of pink cover his face, and spread to his ears. You examined more of the shy boy’s embarrassed face, finally getting a really good look at him. Jeno was very attractive, and you could only imagine how beautiful he must look if he fully faced you.

Jeno fiddled with his camera strap, “only if you are okay with that.” Clearing his throat, he stood next to the window to give you some privacy. “I’ll go over what I plan on doing. I’m going to take photos of your face details, parts of your body, full body, and portraits. You can lay down on the bed and I’ll direct you in poses. Have you modeled before?”

He was scanning the bustling city below his feet. Cars zoomed quickly and crowds of tiny people flooded the streets. He brought his camera up to his face, not being able to resist the urge to capture such a thrilling sight.

“If Instagram counts, then yeah. Professional model gig would be a no. Nude photography is a definite no, unless we are talking about being filmed during sex.” Jeno chuckled, while also holding the camera steady and stealing a few moments to keep for himself.

For a strange reason, being naked for a non-sensual reason felt even more vulnerable. Laying on the soft fabric, you felt oddly exposed and slightly more reserved. You’ve had countless strangers see you naked. Men were sexually desiring to see a sexy picture. You were always lusted after, but this feeling of nakedness was special.

“Are you ready?” Jeno gulped, finally setting the camera down.

You hummed cheerfully. Your heart was leaping out of your chest as the boy shifted slowly to face you. As he turned, you noticed he had his eyes sealed shut, which caused a small laugh to erupt. “Jeno, you have my permission to open your eyes and to look at me.”

Holy shit, he was trembling with an inexplicable fear. The camera was slipping from his sweaty hands. His mouth was as dry as the desert. Jeno’s pounding heart was loud in his ears.

Jeno has seen his past girlfriends laying naked in bed, but this situation was too different. When he saw you laying there in absolutely nothing, he was overwhelmed, yet astounded at how graceful you appeared.

There was no exchange of words and no exchange of eye contact. He towered over your lying figure and shakily brought the camera to his eyes. He selfishly wanted to capture your elegance. Through the lens, he saw all of you: the curve in your eyelid, your curled eyelashes, the small mole next to your soft lips, the sharp color of your eyes, the way your hair frames your face.

This was the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. You were comparable to the arts found in popular museums. Your body lines were enticing and an impressive shape. Your breasts pooled on your chest, the round nude nipple in the centers. Your details had to be sculpted by gods, who took their sweet time making you. You were a true masterpiece.

Confused, Jeno felt a huge mixture of emotions. Was he aroused? Was he infatuated? Did he just fall in love with a complete stranger? He recognized the same thrilled feelings he felt taking landscape photos. With each click, he grew more excited with how beautiful the photos were turning out.

“Sit up and rest your chin on your left hand. Lean your weight on your right leg.” Jeno’s direction was clear and firm. There was no evidence of a smaller tone he usually spoke in. Sitting up, you placed your elbow on your upper thigh to steady your chin. Jeno had already gotten down to floor level to you.

Without the camera that separated you two, it had to be the first time he faced you completely in such close proximity. There was so much to admire about Jeno. He remained concentrated on his craft, but it was actually very sexy to see his dedication. It was almost like he was a whole new person, like all the shyness drifted away.

Jeno couldn’t take his eyes off of you. It wasn’t simply your beauty that amazed him. Your confidence made everything easy. There was something about your blank stares, when he asked for an emotion, you portrayed it perfectly.

“Can we talk while you shoot?” Your sudden voice startled the photographer. He lowered his camera and his gaze automatically wandered off behind you, which didn’t go unnoticed. He nodded after a short pause and the shutter noises continued.

“Why did you choose me as your model?”

Jeno peeled away from the device, “because you’re you.” He didn’t even know what that statement meant. It wasn’t like he knew you before the first time he asked you to model for him.

The corners of your lips dipped down, drawing an evident frown. Click. Jeno loved that image especially. It was a simple way to get real, authentic facial expressions. He marveled at the photo, but registered the reason behind it. “I wanted to ask you the second I saw you. I just knew that I wanted you.”

“But you don’t know me.”

Jeno looked through the lens once again, welcoming a full view of your stunning attributes. He spoke in a low voice, “then, let me know you.” Click.

It would be the biggest lie to say that you weren’t aroused by Jeno at the moment. He was cool, without trying to be. He really did shine when he had a camera to work with, like a star to a dark night. While he had a distinct demeanor off the bat, you enjoyed unraveling the rest of him. He was, also, the first man you met that didn’t seem sexually driven by a naked woman in his presence.

You had to resist every urge to push the camera away and share the few seconds of his entire gaze before it wandered away. You wanted to rock his world, he was so innocent and beautiful. You wished to wreak havoc on him, have him show you how much he wanted you.

You anticipated an awkward photoshoot, but Jeno made you feel safe and comfortable. He made sure to adjust the temperature when goosebumps rose on your arms and when your nipples became painfully hard. He never touched you or came too much into your personal space. He always asked for your permission.

Nude modeling was a new experience for you, but you were surprised at how much you liked it. or how much you liked Jeno taking your photos. He sat next to you on the bed when you put on your articles of clothing and panned through several shots to satisfy your curiosity.

Leaning close, your head ducked to see the photos. A gasp escaped your lips when you saw just the first few. “Is that really me?” The pictures made you feel an abundance of emotions, you felt what they reflected. Sadness, melancholy, happiness, confidence. You didn’t know images had that much power to make you feel that, especially photos of you.

Jeno nodded, smiling so wide that his eyes turned to moon crescents. He was so in love with the results. He found respect for Taemin’s craft and he was right, he might’ve found a new forte to experiment with. “I can send you the photos digitally too, if you want them.”

“Maybe I’ll print them out, frame them, and gift it to every horrid man who has tried to flirt their way to my body since they want to see it so fucking bad.”

Jeno peered over and saw the tiny glimpse of pain in your orbs, “why would you give horrible people what they want?”

“So they can finally shut up and leave me alone. Plus, this is art and if I tell them it’s actually me, maybe it’ll change their minds to start treating me like it.”

He held his palm up and almost immediately, your fingers filled the spaces between his. “I’m going to need you to start treating yourself as fine art.”

“Keep taking more photos of me and I just might start thinking I’m Mona Lisa.” Your laughters blended nicely into each other. There was mutual mental acknowledgement of the happiness you were both feeling.

Jeno never let go of your hand, and there was a short moment of comforting silence where you two sat in each other’s existence. You were the one to break it, “are you doing anything after this?”

He shook his head. “Well then, you’re mine for the rest of the night. We’re going to pretend we’ve been close friends since first year and eat take-out on my bed because that’s what I need at the moment.”

“I know you respect my body and see this as an art form, but I’m genuinely surprised that you didn’t feel aroused at the slightest.”

Jeno didn’t even realize how much time had already passed being you. You two ate and chatted as if you’ve known each other forever, as if the friendship wasn’t established several hours ago. It felt safe and right, like you two belonged in each other’s existence and nowhere else mattered.

He felt warm inside from your hearty laughter and courage, like he was watching a painting come to life or a photo in movement. You were smitten over how endearing and complex he was. He was more than what meets the eye and that alone drew you towards him.

“Okay, I’ll admit,” Jeno paused to watch your reaction, “in the most respectable way, I was somewhat turned on. But! Before you trail blaze me for being just like every disgusting male in your life, I genuinely didn’t have any sexual thoughts during the photoshoot. That was all professional and it will continue to be like that.”

Getting up from your bed, your mind was working at lightspeed to process his confession. Jeno was fast to pick up someone’s personality, what stood out and what was kept hidden. He knew quicker than anyone else that you were not someone to offend because you were a strong, straight forward woman.

His personality breakdown went like this: you knew what you like, you knew you were going to get what you want, you enjoyed flirty banter (with people of your choice), you weren’t afraid to be blunt, or kick someone’s ass. You carried yourself with confidence that graced your every step, which makes anyone attracted to you instantly. Bold, confident, sexy had to be what came to mind whenever he thought about you.

Nonetheless, he really liked you as a person. He could pat himself on the back all day long for just approaching you, but he knew the real reason as to how this all happened. It was you saying yes to a stranger’s odd photoshoot. You made him the luckiest man in the world.

“Continue? Are you looking for excuses to keep seeing me?” You smirked and Jeno’s voice grew small.

“I--- uh, well,” there goes the nervous stammering, “I know the conditions were a one time thing, so I understand if you don’t want to do it again.” As the night had progressed, Jeno gradually began to hold eye contact and actually looked at you directly without the help of seeing you through a lens. This was the first time he broke it.

“Hey now, I’m messing with you, Jeno.” He had been sitting on your floor, at the end of your bed. You crawled on your elbows to reach him, and to hold his chin to face you again. Deja vu. “I’d love to get naked for you again, and again, and.. as many times as you want me to.”

He stared at you with his mouth hung open in disbelief. His eyes scanned your beautiful face to see your lips pull back into a mischievous smile. Gulping, he swallowed every ounce of courage he had left. “You don’t have to say it like that.” He tried to remove your grip, but it latched onto his hand.

“You’re finally looking me in the eye, sweet thing. I don’t think you realize how much I had been wanting that from you.” You caressed his cheek, rubbing small circles on his texture.

“What else do you want from me?” His implication sounded suggestive, even if his curiosity was innocent.

Your hot breath brushed against Jeno’s lips. “I can show you.”

Jeno, the one and only college guy who has seen your naked body in a non-sexual context. Jeno, the shy, sweet boy who appreciated and recognized you as a form of art. Jeno, the talented and skillful photographer, who consistently made sure you felt comfortable. Jeno, the only person in the world who you’d model nude for. Jeno, the dazzling character behind the camera who you wanted more than anyone else you’ve ever met. Lee Jeno.

He seemed like he was inching closer, already tilting his head to fit your’s. You smiled to yourself, seeing that your words were received well. Diving in, your lips swam together fervently.

The poor boy found himself lost in your enchanting, alluring gaze. He let the trance consume him, selfishly kissing the art he admired so dearly. A small part of him felt the guilt and confusion that began to rise. He wasn’t sure why he suddenly wished to feel your lips on his neck, or run his hands across your hot skin. He swore these thoughts were not present earlier.

A small pop! and Jeno held your shoulder to pull away. “I’m sorry, did I do something?” You asked, honestly concerned that you were taking more than you deserved. The least you desired was to hurt Jeno, who had been nothing but nice and sweet.

“(Y/N),” you could listen to your name roll off his tongue all day, “I feel somewhat guilty. I don’t want things to be misunderstood.”

“Which would be?”

“I don’t want you to think I coerced you into being my model just because I had intentions to sleep with you.” Jeno was already gathering his things, but you hopped off your bed and placed a hand on his chest. “Because that’s what it’s starting to look like at the moment.”

“Was that something you did though? Did you have those intentions?” Your stare bore right through him. The warmth of your hand relaxed his racing heart.

“Never, (Y/N), I would never do that to someone.” Your hand traveled down to grab his belongings and tossed it back onto the ground.

He silently watched as you took off your pants, and stood in front of him in your underwear. “Then, we’re fine. I know your intentions have always been pure. But truthfully, Jeno, seeing you focused while you worked sparked something in me. You don’t understand how aroused I got and how badly I wanted you to fuck me on that bed.” His hand trailed up your exposed thighs, finally touching your softness. “You’re the one guy I wanted first, and it’s been a long time since I’ve felt that.”

“I-- I don’t know what to say.” His cheeks revealed how embarrassed he was, but his dark, lustful eyes were telling a different story.

A smirk fell upon your face, “then don’t say anything.”

Jeno devoured you, inhaling the light hint of vanilla that still lingered. He hoisted you onto your mattress and kissed you like his life depended on it. His antsy hands roamed your free range, exploring, holding, gripping the parts he marveled over. Small moans from the back of your throat encouraged him to continue.

No one has ever kissed you with the amount of passion Jeno did. It was gentle, with enough vigor to cause your panties to dampen. It wasn’t sloppy, where previous guys had a problem of missing your mouth entirely and slobbered your chin.

His lips worshiped you, highlighting your good sides. Flashes of the photoshoot popped into Jeno’s head as he left purple marks on the places he loved capturing the most. He pushed up your shirt, exposing your chest to him again. His tongue circled around your hard nipple as he made sure to give the same amount of attention to each one.

Jeno knew he was too shy to hold your intense stare, but getting to know you during and after the photoshoot, he could see the softness in your gaze. He was, now, able to see all of you. The sight of you through the camera was addicting enough, so finally taking you all in was more than satisfying.

Your hands ran through his hair as he kissed down your torso. His thumbs hooked the waistband of your underwear, and peeled it off your body. You gasped as the cold air from your apartment grazed against your exposed figure.

Jeno paused to admire your glistening pussy, “would it be okay if you let me make love to you?”

Your heart burned, not out of embarrassment, but at how he still managed to ask you for your permission in the sweetest way. You rested your weight on your elbows, “no one has done that before, would it actually make me want to fall in love with you?”

“It wouldn’t be too bad. I have a lot of love to give and you look like a person who deserves all of it anyways.” Jeno’s finger ran over your wet slit and rubbed your clit slowly.

Your moans filled the room as the electric jolted throughout your veins. The wetness grew, seeping out of you like a waterfall. Jeno dropped down to his knees, and lifted your legs on his broad shoulders.

“Are you usually this wet, baby?”

Chuckling, you smiled at his bold choice in using pet names, “Just for you.”

He hummed, chiming at how he liked your answer. Spreading you open, his tongue met with your swollen bud that begged for his licks.

His tongue darted side to side, up and down and in result, your back arched in pleasure and a darkness clouded your mind. His name and mindless profanities streamlined their way out of you as Jeno ate you out in such a precisely delicious way.

Grabbing a fist full of hair, you pulled him closer, even if there was no more space to fill. Looking down, you two exchanged glances before he thrusted a finger into you. Your hips bucked harder as he eased in another one.

Jeno curled his fingers in search of your sweet spot and found it when a deep moan escaped your throat. His fingertips rubbed and pressed into your plush flesh, causing you to practically scream and squirm in his mouth.

He suckled your clit and fingered you simultaneously and quickly. The pleasure was overflowing and you released his hair to grip your sheets below you. Your legs shook and trembled as he had no caution to stop.

“Please, I’m going to--” you could barely talk due to your face contouring to the splurge of pleasure every single time Jeno rubbed your spot. “--to explode.”

He had to take back what he thought earlier in the day. This was the most beautiful sight he’s ever laid eyes on. The whole scene played like from one of his favorite films. It felt like he was giving his photos life. Your body twisted and turned, accentuating the curves of your lines.

Jeno had become painfully hard against the fabric of his jeans, but seeing you fall apart because of his minimal movements exhilarated him. “P-Please, don’t stop.” A breathy moan followed suit and your thighs tried to press themselves together. Jeno didn’t allow it, his free hand hooked underneath your left thigh to pull one side away from his cheeks.

Your high gradually grew so tall that it all eventually came cascading down. Your legs shook violently and sat up from the euphoria that took over you. Jeno prolonged your buzz and you screamed loudly, having to bite down on your fingers to stop yourself from angering your neighbors.

Jeno drank you up, letting your wetness cover his chin and drip down his knuckles. He pulled away, at last, and you took deep breaths to control your heavy breathing. It was like Jeno knocked the wind completely out of you.

He stood up and you saw the outline of his hard bulge straining itself through his jeans. The next scene was quite animalistic. You, still embodying your high, sat on your knees and unzipped his pants with your needy hands.

“Now, it’s your turn to get nude for me.” You whispered, tauntingly. Jeno groaned when you reached down and gently pulled him out. He stepped out of his clothing, all of it. His shirt was lost in the corner and his bottoms were scattered over your floor. Mirroring his actions, you took off your last piece of cloth.

Jeno was built. Though his biceps did not go unnoticed during the photoshoot, you were surprised at the lines of muscle that sketched his body. It made your mouth water, seeing his extremely hard dick stand against his toned abs. His red tip fell just below his navel. Jeno only kept getting better as the night continued on.

Pulling him closer, his hand found their way to the back of your head as you aligned your mouth to the wetness that spilled from his tip. “I want to make you feel good.” Jeno’s hoarse voice made your knees weak.

Peering up, you batted your eyelashes at him fondly. “Just a little taste?” You begged, having to hold his shaft with both of your hands because of his thickness. Your tongue was already stuck out, your hot breath causing the tiniest bit of sensation for him.

He nodded and his eyes were trained on you. He didn’t want to miss any second of your kitty licks. You flattened your tongue against his warmth, dragging it up to the top. The saltiness hit your palette as you swirled around his redness. “Oh--” Jeno threw his head back and bit his lip, “--lay on the bed now.”

You smiled sweetly and gave his member a quick kiss before reaching for a condom in your drawer. Jeno climbed onto your bed and situated the rubber comfortably. You laid on your back and he was fast to pull your legs around his waist.

He lined himself at your entrance and eased his tip in slowly. Squirming, you craved him to fill you up to the brim. He leaned down to kiss you, letting your tongue lap with his. It’s your hands with the mind of their own when they flew automatically to hold his face whenever you wanted to deepen the kiss. Then, Jeno stretched himself all the way in and he caught your gasp with his lips. He groaned, feeling the mess he created merely minutes ago.

His hips moved so easily with your wetness, but he went slow. Dragging out each pull and then, pushing himself back in roughly. “Jeno!” Your body jolted up the bed each time. His body fell over yours to hold you intimately, letting you bury your face into his neck. Your lips latched themselves onto his sensitive skin, painting a purple sunset.

Jeno’s arms snaked underneath your thighs as he pressed them to your chest, folding you almost into a ball. Your mouth hung open as he fucked you harder, rougher, deeper yet keeping the tempo rhythmically slow. At this point, you could feel his hits in your gut. Your weak hands gripped loosely around his strong wrists that held your legs down. “You’re pussy is so tight and holy shit---, you keep getting more beautiful.”

A familiar burning sensation set in your chest as you saw how concentrated his face had become. You were so fucked out that you could barely speak, “you—” his hips mercilessly slammed into you powerfully, enacting a low moan every time he reached your sweet spot. “—keep surprising me.” His actions came to a halt and he stared deeply into your soul.

You whined, wiggling your hips for any friction. He held them down into the mattress, knowing his grip was strong enough to leave a mark. “I told you, I was going to make love to you tonight.”

“I’ve already fallen for you.” You said breathlessly, tracing the side of his face and pecking his lips softly.

“You don’t understand what you’re doing to me by saying those things.” He whispered and pushed his entire shaft to fill you to your brim.

You yelped his name and gripped his shoulders, but he wasn’t done yet. “Show me how badly you wanted me the first time you saw me.” Jeno blinked at you in slight shock.

As he continued to hold the deep gaze, he kept pushing his dick further and further into you. He was balls deep, almost impossible to keep going. He fucked you without the need to pull out, just burying his cock deeper into your wet pussy. You exclaimed, moaned, cussed at every push. Holding the stare was more than enough to lose yourself all over him again.

Jeno was drunk with the image of your fucked out expression and every time the mixture of pleasure and pressure caused your eyebrows to crease and mouth to open release sensual sound. He had been trying his best not to come undone, to fixate another climax for you.

The feeling of you wrapping tighter and tighter around him drove him insane. “Give it to me, please.” Your muffled plead called for his release, but he could feel that you were close to your second.

Jeno sat up on his knees and pulled you into his arms where your thighs fell over his. You groaned at the empty feeling, though it was quickly replaced with a gratifying moan when he inserted himself again. Your arms dangled around his neck, foreheads touching intimately.

The fucking eye contact again, how could you get enough of it? You giggled, amused at how different Jeno was when he eventually opened up. He wrapped his strong arms around your back and thrusted his hips up into you. The way this man made you squirm, scream, and shake were nothing you’ve experienced before.

He smirked, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek when he went rampage on your pussy. “Not laughing now, are you?”

You whined in pleasure, brushing your fallen strands of hair out of his face. “Shut up before I make you.”

“Then I’d rather keep going.” Kissing up his jawline, you lead your way to his pout. His kisses intoxicated you with his passion and madness, like the most intense part of a symphony, or when the bass drops after a long build up in a song.

Jeno sped up, ramming up into your slick pussy over and over again. He even brought your hips down to match him, guiding you down as he went up. The headboard was knocked against the wall, your windows steamed up, cries of pleasure from the both of you created the ambiance, the smell of sex filled your lungs. Jeno reached between your bodies to furiously rub your clit to where it felt almost raw. It all sent you into the clouds, the familiar queasiness settled in your lower half.

Your eyes rolled back and your back arched, having to pull away from the desirous kiss with Jeno. “I’m cumming!” You announced before the tension unraveled, causing you to see absolute white. The second wave was much more uncontrollable, Jeno felt you squeezing radically around his dick as he tried to fuck you faster to prolong the feeling.

Your legs shook around his and your upper body went limp with pleasure. You reached the peak of the mountain and it came crumbling down underneath your toes. It was catastrophically enthralling, to the point where you physically felt something leave your body.

“Oh shit..” Jeno stopped his motions at the sight of you squirting over his lap. He pampered your torso with fluttering kisses, hoping to calm your spastic body. “...baby, are you okay?” He asked with a bit of concern of how lack of life you seemed.

This man just gave you the best climax in your whole life and he asked if you were okay? Regaining your senses, you sighed a small yes to reassure him that he didn’t actually murder you. Hopping off, you pulled the condom that restricted him.

He hissed when you cupped his balls in your palm. “Cum, my sweet thing.” You purred and Jeno’s hand pumped his member aggressively. You leaned in to help, sucking the tip and flicking your tongue over his slit.

His other hand gripped your neck, causing you to drip on your sheets. Jeno was panting and with every tug, it became louder. He seemed so desperate to release that it made you smile to be the reason behind it. “Can you lay down,” A grunt followed his question, “please.” He huffed.

“Because you asked nicely.” Smirking, your back hit the sheets and you opened your legs to give Jeno a view. He situated himself above your stomach, as he fucked his tight grip.

“I’m cumming---” He couldn’t look any more amazing. With a final moan, the white streaks streamed out in short sequences. It landed across your abdomen, over your nipple, and pooled around your belly button.

Bringing himself back to reality, Jeno stepped back to marvel you, his masterpiece. The white streaks coated your purple skin and your chest rose fast to catch your reality. Gazing upon your naked body, he was utterly infatuated with all of you. He was so in love with the sight of you that not a single photo could capture the beauty that you were.

Jeno pondered the thought of how merely a day changed a small part of him. You were life changing, addicting, an incomparable character that he felt like he’s known forever, and now, couldn’t live without. It was the taste of your juices on his lips, your sweet melodic music that was your voice, your daring smile that enticed him to never peel away from you. It was simply you.

He leaned down to rub his knuckles against your cheek, planting a lovingly peck on your forehead. “I’ll go start the water for you.”

Jeno anticipated the reaction of his mentor. He found himself at the same scene he was when he was first given the task. Taemin sat across from him, hunched forward to analyze his new set of photos on his laptop. Raw, unedited photos of you, your body, your details.

The hum of the air conditioning droned on, driving him mad. Jeno needed one reaction, but Taemin had been silent and expressionless for the past ten minutes. Whenever he did move, it was to click through to the next picture.

Suddenly, he shut it closed and stood right up. Jeno, panicked, did the same. Taemin stuck his hand out and Jeno hesitantly grabbed it, incredibly unsettled and unable to read the older man.

Taemin received it firmly, giving Jeno a good handshake. “Welcome abroad, Lee Jeno. I expect even more great things from you.”

Jeno registered his delightful mood switch and he was fast to follow up, “my photos, --- you --- like them?”

Taemin nodded generously, patting Jeno on his shoulder. Taemin reached up to tap his own eyelids. “What you can see, is very special, kid. You’re an artist and I’m here to recognize that for you. It seems to me, you can do more than take pictures of sidewalks.”

Jeno smiled happily, his eyes disappearing from joy. He couldn’t wait to tell you about it.

The rest of the week, leading up to Jeno’s appointment, had felt nothing short of blissful moments together. You and Jeno spent almost every waking minute together without the cost of your friends’ time. He walked you to your classes, some even being across the campus from his own. You accompanied him for meals, even sitting in his lectures to just be with him.

There were no words that established what you two had become to each other. Jeno wasn’t looking for that anyways, in fact, he somewhat liked the ambiguity. If only he could tell you how making love to you made him begin to actually fall for you.

You were never one to hold a serious relationship, but you found a small want for that festering in Jeno. It was hard to admit to yourself, but Jeno saw you for all that you were. He truly saw you, whether it had been through a lens or through his own eyes. He captured your rawness and you were able to find vulnerability around him.

He ran to you, where you sat in the lobby waiting for him to finish his meeting. Peering up from your phone, you noticed the beaming smile on the boy’s face. You couldn’t hold back your own grin, seeing him apparent with so much joy. “I’m guessing good things?”

“I got it, (Y/N)!” He jumped into your arms and you laughed at the sudden affection. “He loved my photos.”

“I didn’t doubt it for one second. You’re an artist, Jeno. You create masterpieces that make even someone like me, feel like art.”

Jeno hugged you closer to his chest, giving you a tiny squeeze. Pulling away to face you, his eyes examined your outstanding grace. You knew what he was already going to say, but simply wanted to hear him say it. “That’s because you are art.”

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idontlooklikeiwanttolive · 4 years ago

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Are you bored yet?

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x reader

Warning(s): painful fluff lmao

You and Izuku have been dating for over 5 months, however.. He's been "busy" for the past few days, and everytime you tried to get him to spend time with you he simply refuses and always comes up with an excuse

"Oh i'm sorry, i would love to come over but i have to study the whole day for the upcoming test"

"Uh no.. i can't come with you to the carnival, i'm sorry.. I'll make it up to you i promise!"

"Spending time with you would make my day better but i'm sorry.. I have loads of assignment to do today"

His excuses just won't run out.

What's wrong?

You've been asking but i don't have an answer

How come, i'm still thinkin'

Let's pretend to fall asleep now

When we get old, will we regret this?

Too young to think about all that shit

And stalling only goes so far when you've got a head start

"Hey.. Izu.." you said in a low voice, walking towards him "Oh hey Y/n! I haven't seen you in a while. And you don't look too good.." Midoriya said "Haha, i'm just a little tired.. Say, wanna come over to watch the sunset?" you asked even though you already know he'll have another excuse to use. "Oh sure!" Midoriya replied, making you look at him "Really?" you had to make sure. "Of course! I don't have anything else to do today." "I guess you're right.."

'Cause we can stay at home and watch the sunset

But i can't help from asking "Are you bored yet?"

And if you're feelin' lonely you should tell me

Before this ends up as another memory

You sighed, he was finally with you. He was admiring the view as the sun slowly set, you didn't care about the sunset though. You just stared directly at his green orbs, wondering if he's bored with you or if you've done something wrong. Yes he already said that he's busy with school work and all that stuff but.. something just tells you that you aren't enough for him. "Izu.. Are you bored with me yet?" you asked, making him flinch and look at you "No no! Of course not! Why would you think that?"

Will you tell the truth so i don't have to lie

Will you tell the truth so i don't have to lie..

"I know you said that you're busy with school and all but i can't help but think that another reason why you wouldn't spend time with me is that.. You're bored with me. And i'm not enough for-" You couldn't finish your sentence as Midoriya hugged you tightly "Don't ever think that you're not enough for me, you mean everything to me and you're the reason why i do my best with every challenge that comes my way.. I'm really sorry i couldn't spend time with you like before. You always sound like you're fine without me and it made me worry a lot.. I even thought you would break up with me today." his words made you cry on his shoulder as you held him tighter, feeling glad that you were enough for him. "There there Y/n, let it all out. I'm sorry i made you feel this way.." Midoriya said as he patted your back

You let go of him, wiping your tears "I love you Izu.." you whispered "I love you too Y/n." he said as he cups your cheeks and kisses your forehead gently

(a/n: so uh, do y'all want an angst version of this or nah, if y'all don't answer i aint writing anything else related to this scenario)

#fluff #izuku #midoriya #izuku midoriya x reader #deku #deku x reader #painful fluff #are you bored yet?#bnha #bnha scenario #bnha imagine #bnha oneshot

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cant-think-of-a-username · 4 years ago

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Hi!! I have never gotten this before so I thought it would be super cool to ask for one ahah

may i be matched to a haikyuu character? 🥺 thank you!! <3

Pronouns: she/her

Gender Preference: male

MBTI Type: I just took it for the 1000th time a few days ago and got INFP-T (but I would tend to also get ISFP dsfkjs)

Astrology Placements: Scorpio Sun, Pisces Moon, Gemini Rising, Sagittarius Venus, Pisces Mars (if it helps)

Physical Description: long straight black hair that reaches the middle of my back, dark brown eyes (that apparently makes me look like i have eyeliner sometimes) with long thick black eyelashes, light-medium neutral skin, 5'5", i apparently have long legs, thick thighs, cute butt (LMAO im just listing wut ppl have described of me too sdfkj), soft hands with quite long fingers, pretty basic body i would say sdfjhsd, and i apparently make things look expensive (i love fashion) i would say the best way to describe what i wear is probably (dark) academia but i like just wearing whatever i like--i don't like to limit myself to a certain aesthetic.

Personality Description: with new people/in first meeting, i tend to be quiet or generally don't speak much but once i warm up to you, im a really playful person or at least i really enjoy acting that way.

im honest but i should remember that my words can cut sometimes (rip), ive been described to be incredibly kind (sdfkh)... maybe because i tend to put so much energy and effort and time into other people or my relationships (friends, family, literally anyone that comes into contact with me for a decent amount of time)

i tend to act or do things according to how i feel but despite having that trait of mine or having that inclination, i can still very much be realistic. as i act according to how i feel, i have been described to act younger than my age and i doooo and i aint gonna deny it pfftt ima OWn That sHiT

i have no problem with acting like a child. i love rain, i love water, i love the ocean, i love cafes or the smell of coffee, i love the smell of fresh laundry and feeling the warm fabric (caused by drying in the sun or from a dryer lmfao) of whatever it may be (clothes, bedsheets) on my fingertips..

i love self development or just trying to be better and combined with me loving or liking a lot of different things, i try a lot of things--therefore not really becoming a master at anything dkjfhfsd. and because of that.. (i think) because i try a lot, putting quite a bit of effort into my.. goals (i have perfectionistic and overachieving tendencies) i guess.. when it fails (ofc) im incredibly disappointed, and become pretty... fucking sad hhh and when that happens.. i start to become more lazy/complacent 🤡

..bonus (if u wanna sprinkle some "angst" i guess LMAOO): i overthink a lot (so i start to have difficulty making smarter decisions or thinking of strategies to solve my problems + i still have a sprinkle of self-esteem issues of course... feeling incredibly incompetent is not foreign to me) so i could exaggerate my troubles or make a problem out of nothing 😶, im quite emotional, i have the "dismissive avoidant" attachment style, feeling hopeless quite often aint foreign to me either 😭

bonusbonus: (wow dont i love talking about myself? sdfknsd) i love corgis

Hobbies: dancing, witchcraft, astrology, divination, spirituality, reading fan fiction (LMAOOOO), reading visual novels/playing otome games, painting, drawing, looking into psychology in some type of manner, netflix, swimming, watching anime i guess, trying new things, learning something (new)

Ideal Date: tbh going to a concert of an artist we both enjoy, an arcade or an amusement park (im like a scaredy cat but im almost 100% sure im more likely to go for the “scary” rides if i was with someone i enjoyed hanging out with anyway), probably going on a tropical vacation (cus, beach anddd water activities), water amusement park !!

A Must Have in my Partner: they have to be okay with me pursuing my goals lol; i already have a problem with putting too much energy into others that i dont get to direct that energy onto myself.. so someone who has my best interest in mind + being considerate of me (because.. of that dismissive avoidant attachment style i would say--im just saying this because its the best that i can describe it) and they should be okay with my childlike actions/tendencies lol (like... they shouldnt be repulsed or something like that--that they treat me unpleasantly because of it or something) (oops i just realized thats more than one when u asked just.. one)

extra information: a short drabble would be amazing !!

sorry this was pretty messy and i pretty much just babbled LMAOO

but again, if ever you get to do this (or even if u dont..)

thank you so much!!!

i hope you have an amazing rest of your day hihi <3

sorry it took me a while ! i was just really busy lately and barely got time to write 😅

hope u enjoyy :)

I ship you with..

Nishinoya Yuu !!

- You are the most gorgeous person he knows ;)

- he literally shamelessly approached u the moment he laid eyes on u

- even with ur somewhat quiet first impression, he never gave up making u eventually warm up to him

- doesn’t really mind brute honesty, in fact he thinks of it as a form of bravery

- he also loves seeing your childish side since he himself has one too

- wanna dance around in the rain ?? he will 100% join u !!

- he loves how determined u are to get better and will constantly tell u how proud of you he is for it

- even if things dont go ur way sometimes he will comfort u and tell u that its completely normal to fail sometimes

- there is no overthinking on his watch !

- noya knows how bad it feels and that u definitely deserve a little break but he wont let u laze around too much, trying to help u get back up on ur feet and regain ur confidence is something he never fails to do

- he loves watching u do what u love and is always willing to join u (not that he is always fully understanding of what he is doing)

BONUS :

Cheering you up on a bad day..

You were getting frustrated trying to fix a mistake you made on one of your paintings. You let out a loud groan hiding your face in your hands in exhaustion, finally giving up. Hearing a loud knock on your door, you tell whoever is outside to come in. “HEY, HOW WAS YOUR- ....day ?” noya looks at you with concern in his eyes. “are you okay ?” “yeah i’m fine, its just that this painting won’t look right no matter what i do” you sigh.“maybe i should just throw it away” “you are not gonna throw it away” he says, his tone completely different from before, more serious in fact. “you might just be tired now, so don’t you dare give up now. you can always try again tomorrow” he says walking towards you and holding your hands in his, a little smile forming on his face. “how about you take a break for now ? the sun is really warm and it’s still early; wanna go swimming ?” You look a little unsure. “you still haven’t used that corgi beach towel i got you” he says, wiggling his eyebrows. You chuckle at that, proceeding to look him in the eyes with a small grin forming on you face, “sounds like a plan”...

#dee.ships #im not that good at writing noya gdhshsh #haikyuu #haikyuu matchups #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #nishinoya yuu #noya headcanons #noya imagine #noya hcs

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buckybarnesthehotshot · 4 years ago

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Hi ! Can I request something ? Where, for once, the reader is the one who cheats and being cold, but then apologizes + happy ending and all ? Thank you and don't write if you don't feel comfortable with the plot ! 😋🧡

i don’t deserve you (bucky barnes x reader)

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summary: y/n and bucky are drifting apart and he’s about to find out why

word count: 1363

warnings: cheating, angst, this aint proofread, and this is shorter than i’d hoped

a/n: sorry this took a while for me to get to i’m sorry but i absolutely adored this request but i hope this is what you expected :)

y/n was growing cold with him every passing day, it wasn’t that hard to recognize it. Sure, they’d slept in the same bed, but it just wasn’t like it used to be.

Back then, they’d cling onto each other for dear life whenever they would fall asleep. Now, y/n couldn’t even bring herself to face Bucky, occasionally even putting a pillow between them to keep him from draping his arm over her in his sleep.

Bucky knew he needed to do something to—at least—address the way she was acting with him. He tried to approach her at the compound, but every time he did, she always found an excuse to leave the room the moment he stepped foot in it.

He knew that as a SHIELD Agent working in the Avengers compound, she was a busy woman, but it killed Bucky whenever she would put off their plans because she had something to tend to at SHIELD. Sure, they were both busy people, but they used to always be able to make time for each other.

Why couldn’t they just go back to the way things were? Why couldn’t they go back to the honeymoon phase of their relationship? Why couldn’t they just live in the moment together like they used to?

What ever happened to those times they would spend together during their free time from their jobs? What happed to those times they would just stand there, enjoying each other’s presence?

It’d been weeks since Bucky’s first attempt to talk to y/n failed. By that time, he’d memorized the speech he was going to give her to address their situation. No matter how much he tried to squeeze himself into y/n’s busy schedule, she wasn’t in the moment. She was distant; a shell of the woman he used to know.

It was late at night when y/n stumbled into their room, her h/c hair a mess and the bags under her eyes more prominent than ever. As much as Bucky wanted to let her rest, he knew damn well he needed to talk to y/n and he needed to talk to her in that moment.

“Hey, can we talk?” Bucky questioned, patting the spot on the bed beside where he was seated. y/n sighed in response, sinking into the spot next to him.

“Buck, I’m tired, can we please just do this another time?” y/n sighed, falling backwards onto the bed and letting her body sink into the soft plush mattress. Bucky huffed tiredly; it was the same old routine with y/n. What happened to those times they would lie in bed together laying in bed and talking about how their day went?

“No, y/n, I don’t think we can. I’ve been trying to talk to you for weeks but it’s like you’re never listening! y/n, I’ve tried to be patient with you and I know you’re always busy, but all I’m asking for is a bit of time!” Bucky exclaimed, his nostrils flaring. y/n, taken aback by Bucky’s words, rose up from her spot on the bed, turned to face Bucky, and narrowed her eyes at him before sighing.

“Alright. What do you want to talk about?” y/n sighed, a weak smile on her face.

“Us, y/n! I want to talk about us! You’ve been so distant from me lately, am I supposed to be okay with that?” Bucky questioned, his arms raised in exasperation.

“Well, no, but—” y/n spoke, only to get interrupted by Bucky.

“Please, just tell me what’s wrong. Please, y/n, tell me what to do to make everything better and I will in a snap,” Bucky pleaded, his blue eyes piercing deep into y/n’s e/c eyes.

“Bucky, I wish I could explain where it all went wrong but—"

“Then at least try to explain it, y/n. Don’t you think you at least owe me that?” Bucky frowned, watching as a tear spilled from y/n’s eyes. He reached out, trying to wipe the tear away, but she pulled away the moment his hand touched her skin.

“I’m cheating on you, Bucky! I know it’s wrong but goddamn, I did it!” y/n sobbed, getting up from the bed and beginning to create a larger distance between her and Bucky. The moment the words left her lips, his world crashed and burned.

“What—” Bucky choked out, his breath caught in his throat. It was like the walls were closing in on him as it felt as though his heart was ripped out from his chest as his chest felt hollow.

“I’m sorry it’s just—” y/n sobbed, scrambling to find the right words to explain everything to Bucky and to comfort him.

“Why?” was all Bucky could say. What was he supposed to say? Hell, what was the best thing to tell the love of your life after they tell you they cheated?

“Look, you were always so fucking busy with the Avengers and I—”

“We both know that’s bullshit, y/n. You’ve been avoiding me! Every time I try talking to you, it’s like you’re not even there!” Bucky exclaimed, his breathing ragged as he looked up at her in disbelief.

“But it’s true! You were always fucking busy and the moment your schedule cleared up, I got promoted. I started seeing you less and less and I—I liked the attention he was giving me,” y/n admitted softly, unable to look Bucky in his bloodshot eyes.

“So, this is what it’s all about? Attention? If you wanted attention you wouldn’t have avoided me!” Bucky’s sobs shook his body and y/n wanted to tell him everything was going to be okay, but how the hell would she?

“I started avoiding you the first time it happened, Bucky. I couldn’t stand to be in the same room with you after what I did; after what I was still doing!” y/n sobbed, dropping to her knees.

“I’m sorry, y/n, but I have to go,” Bucky shook his head before walking out the room, his head hanging lowly as he slammed the door behind him.

y/n sat on the ground, her head in her hands knowing she’d fucked up. She fucked up big time. Their whole exchange left her in confusion. Was it over between them? As much as she wanted to believe it was, there was a little part of her brain telling her there was hope between them. That there was hope for their relationship.

She knew he needed his time to process the information, but what was going to happen after then? Was he going to avoid her when he got his thoughts together? Would he smite her where she stood? Would he cry? God, the image of Bucky’s red eyes burned into y/n’s brain and she knew she never wanted to see him that way again.

She knew she needed to make it up to him. Not to get back together with him, but at least to give him closure.

For days, she stayed in the room wearing his red Henley, wallowing in her shame. She didn’t know what she had to do to make it up to Bucky.

She was the one who fucked up. That’s why it shocked her when he walked into the room, his blue eyes piercing into hers.

“Are you here to take your stuff? I can leave the room if you want,” y/n slurred, smiling weakly at Bucky. His brows furrowed before he made his way towards y/n, leaving her confused as he wrapped his arms around her shaking figure slowly.

“No, doll, I’m not here to come get my stuff. I’m here for you,” Bucky whispered, placing a kiss on y/n’s temple.

“Really? I’m sorry, baby, I really am. I understand if you want me to leave now, but I’m sorry,” y/n sobbed into his chest as he was still eerily quiet.

“I’m not leaving you, y/n. Yeah, you fucked up, but we both made mistakes in the relationship. I’m sorry, doll. I love you,” Bucky whispered sweetly, pulling y/n closer.

“I don’t deserve you,” y/n chuckled softly, placing a soft kiss to his lips, clinging to him as though her life depended on it.

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seapandora · 4 years ago

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Tranquility ｜One-Shot/Drabble

Tony Stark x daughter!reader

A/N: I kind of really neede to write this tonight. This is just pure Fluff, pure love between a father and his daughter. If you´re looking for angst this aint it, but send me a request and I´ll happily do it. GIF-cred to owner

Warnings: Fluff, other than that, none really. Maybe some mentions of stress and possible angsty situations, but none of that in this.

Words: 933

Movie night! Y/N loved movie nights. More specifically one kind of movie night. The one she got to spend alone with her father. Many people looked at her father and saw a tired, excentric, overworked man, but Y/N just saw a hero. Someone who had saved earth more than once.

Tony was a flawed man, that much was a given. What people didn’t know was that he gave up everything for his daughters Y/N and Morgan. The two were only half-siblings but they acted as any full-blood siblings would.

Y/N had been born in a different part of New York Y/A years prior and Tony had learned about it quickly. He had applied for custody of the child and the mother had never complained or objected. That’s how Y/N came to grow up with Tony as her only parent and eventually Pepper as her stepmom.

Roaming the halls, Y/N had learned the ins and outs of the tower quicker than anyone would have thought. Nothing had been off-limits to her. Tony didn’t believe in that kind of parenting, but rather made sure she knew the dangers of each area and that she could avoid them, should an accident happen. Y/N had quickly caught on that her father was happier if she announced where she was going in the tower and what she was going to do. She liked seeing her old man happy and it had become a habit. Even now at Y/A, she would still tell Tony where she was going and what she was going to do. It was just an easy way to keep him happy.

The tower wasn’t just inhabited by Y/N, Morgan, Tony and Pepper though, no no no. A number of the other Avengers lived there as well. Steve, Bucky, and Bruce lived in the tower. Natasha was gone most of the time but stayed at the tower whenever she was in New York. Y/N had special relationships with all of them. The supersoldiers trained her, Sam watched movies and series with her on the regular. Bruce taught her about physics and Clint had brought his kids over when they were younger so that Y/N had someone to hang with.

Y/N herself was indeed an Avenger. She was in the same line as her dad. She had her own suit and had a generally higher IQ than most, but more importantly a better understanding of how mechanics worked. She had done her suit mostly on her own, with help from her father every now and then. It worked very much the same as her father's. She had made a few small changes though and one of the big ones was her invisibility cloak. It wasn’t like Harry Potters, obviously, because magic like that doesn’t exist. It was in fact based on military science. Her suits material was highly reflective and with a simple command she could take on the look of her surroundings. And just like her father's suit, her own suit couldn’t be seen by radars.

Enough about work, tonight was movie-night, with dad. Y/N almost always got to choose the movie, at least when it was just her and Tony. If Morgan was joining she got to pick the movie. The perk of being the younger sibling.

“Y/N/N, Y/N/N, you have to come and say goodnight,” She heard her little sister call out. “Okay Morgs, I´m on my way.” Y/N said and walked towards Morgans room standing in the door as she watched Pepper tuck her sister in. She walked over to the bed and smiled. “Goodnight little monkey, I´ll see you when the sun is up.” She said and kissed Morgans' forehead before standing back up again smiling as she watched her baby sister fall asleep.

Tony patted her shoulder. “Let´s go Bilbo, movie-time.” He said and jumped out of the way as Y/N attempted to kick him. “Yeah, yeah. Can you go fix us some snacks and I´ll get the movie started? Roof as always?” Y/N asked and looked at her father. Tony frowned. “I don’t know if we can do that hun. It´s supposed to rain,” Tony explained and sighed.

“We´ll just have to occupy the movie room. I´ll get it started, don’t take too long with the snacks old man,” Y/N chuckled and skipped off to the movie room. She got it all set up and had the movie on the screen, just waiting for her go. They were watching Lord of the Rings, the first one to be precise.

It was just their thing. They would watch Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, and other fantasy movies. Either that or the National Treasure movies. It was just bonding time for Y/N and her father.

Tony came to the movie room after around 10 minutes with snacks and drinks for them both. He got comfortable besides Y/N and they cuddled up under their blankets and started the movie. Y/N wasn’t the kind of girl to fall asleep during the movie but Tony would insist on watching all the credits and say who was on his payroll and what not. That essentially out Y/N to sleep.

As Tony always had done he carried Y/N to bed, even if she wasn’t his little girl anymore. She had grown up too quickly for his liking and he always felt like he had missed vital parts of her childhood, even if he hadn´t. He would forever fight to not be the father he had as a kid, but better.

Y/N however, already thought he was the best dad ever. He was her dad after all.

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heysoup · 4 years ago

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Fluffy February Day 2 - Movie Night

Reminder to follow @fluffyfebruary to see the prompt list and that I’ll be using the tags #fluffyfebruary and #fluffyfeb for these.

Continuing the fics with day two! I’m super proud of this one; It’s dripping with fluff and teenage angst. Warning for potential secondhand embarrassment - they’re both idiots in love and have no idea how to show it.

Chapter 2: Films and Fears

Pairing: Butch/Male Lone Wanderer

Summary: Dealing with life in the vault can be tough, especially for an outcast like Jamie. When he befriends Butch through his G.O.A.T. assignment, however, the two make their own safe place. Butch decides to surprise him there one day with the promise of treasure, and it leads to something more than they both expect.

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Jamie tosses and turns in his rat’s nest of a bed. It’s midnight – he’s too hot, the vault’s ventilation system’s groaning is echoing around him like a damn chorus, and his sheets keep scratching uncomfortably against his clammy skin. He brings his wrist close to his face to mindlessly check his Pip-Boy for the millionth time that night, his arm feeling as heavy as lead, and he squints at the fluorescent light of the screen as he taps it awake.

Though Butch showed him a few times before, it still takes him a moment to remember the right sequence of buttons to push to unlock developer’s mode and navigate to the messaging tab the other boy set up for them. It’s only been about a month since Butch found an old Pip-Boy manual in Stanley’s locker and got this trick to work, but already there’s a considerable backlog of messages between the two.

Jamie scrolls through them with the dial on his Pip-Boy, worrying the skin of his lower lip with his teeth as he reads through some of the older messages. It’s become a new habit for him on these particularly rough sleepless nights. When he’s too exhausted to write in his journal, draw, or jump around his room in an attempt to tire himself out; he talks to Butch.

If someone had told him a year ago that Butch DeLoria, his childhood bully and teenage rival, would be one of his only sources of solace these days he would have called them insane. Turns out, giving the vault’s two delinquents deadbeat jobs with no supervision and shoving them in the same closet of a studio space could make them form a pretty strange alliance. The enemy of my enemy and all of that, right?

It also doesn’t help that Amata is forever busy with her new duties as overseer’s assistant – or whatever her job title is actually called. Jamie misses her like he’s lost a part of himself, and even though he knows she’s not locked away with her father by choice he can’t help the nagging part of his brain that is convinced she abandoned him.

Butch is dealing with the same thing, though with less consequence. His fellow Tunnel Snakes are relatively busy with their new jobs – Wally as a security guard and Paul as an engineer – but they still make some time to see each other. Butch is just one of those people who needs constant attention, which is where Jamie supposes he comes in handy. He tries not to think too hard about it.

He’s is snickering to himself while he reads some messages sent a few weeks back during one of their spats, most of which were petty insults and some pretty creative curses, when a new message blips through and pulls his screen to attention.

913473: nosebleed u up?

Perfect timing, Jamie thinks, sitting up in his bed to type. The 6-digit code is what Butch called his Pip-ID – apparently every Pip-Boy comes with one coded in by default. It was weird at first, trying to memorize the numbers and calm his own paranoia at the thought of someone hacking into their conversations, but Butch said that their numbers were for their Pip-Boys alone, so Jamie trusted him. The horrible, agitated crawling under his skin that was keeping him up all night begins to fade as he replies.

604272: didja even have to ask? 913473: just say yes or no damn 604272: k. no 913473: oh fuck off

Jamie can’t help the soft laugh that escapes him, and he grins like a complete idiot down at the screen.

913473: if ur done being an ass i have somethin for us to do 913473: if u aint busy of course 913473: meet at the place? 604272: sure. be there in 10

He switches his Pip-Boy screen off and hops out of bed, stretching languorously before grabbing his jumpsuit from where he left it earlier that day in a heap on the floor. He tugs it on leg by leg and zips it up before checking himself in the mirror.

His hair is a mop of curls on his head and he does his best to smooth it down, knowing Butch will scold him for not using the correct conditioner to tame his flyaways like he showed him. The bags under his eyes are a bit darker than usual, but there’s nothing to be done about that. He shrugs to himself and turns to the door. No point in being too self-conscious about his appearance this late at night – isn’t like this is a date or anything, he tells himself.

He doesn’t bother being quiet as he leaves his room, knowing his dad would still be working at the clinic or at the very least passed out there on one of the cots. He doesn’t come home much these days.

Jamie shoves his boots on, not even bothering with socks, and peers out of the thick window into the hallway. It seems empty, so he hits the button and creeps out through the door.

The neon blue emergency lights that run along the edges of the ceiling and floor greet him when he steps out of his apartment. He shoves his hands in his pockets, a nervous habit, and peers around the corner before continuing his path. The door closes not-so-softly behind him and he walks down the hall past the restrooms that separate his and Butch’s apartments. He stops momentarily outside the door to the DeLoria’s apartment, noticing it’s dark and quiet inside.

Butch must already be down there, Jamie thinks, picking up his pace as much as he could without making too much noise. Despite the constant creaking and rumbling of the vault’s ventilation and reactor systems the halls at night could carry quite an echo, and his boots aren’t the quietest things to sneak around in.

Patrols were lax recently but knowing his luck he’d get caught breaking curfew and would have to clean the bathrooms again. He briefly regrets not wearing socks because he refuses to take his boots off and walk barefoot on the cold steel floor, even if it is quieter.

Further down the hallway and a bit past the occupied wing of apartments, Jamie stops at the top of a short set of stairs that lead down to a small corridor with one door. A large INACCESSIBLE sign glows ominously above it, and in the corner of the hallway facing the stairwell is a single security camera. It rotates at a snail’s pace, its gears clicking audibly with every circuit it makes of the dead-end hallway.

Jamie ducks down near the wall at the top of the stairs, watching the camera as he has so many times before to study its crawling path. When Butch had discovered this place, they figured out a way to tilt the camera up ever so slightly with the handle of a broom from their shop – creating about thirty seconds of a blind spot to get them from the stairs and through the door without getting caught if they hugged the left wall.

Peering down the hallways around him one more time to make sure no patrols were coming; Jamie types a quick message into his Pip-Boy.

604272: here

He waits a few moments until he hears a couple sharp raps on the metal door down the way, telling him that Butch is there whenever he’s ready. Jamie waits a few more moments and listens to the camera click back into its blind spot before he hops down the stairs, staying low and to the left as he stalks toward the door. He hits it lightly with his palm when he gets there, and it slides open. He has just enough time to duck inside, slamming his fist on the button to shut it just as he hears the security camera restart its rotation.

“You’re still gonna act like it's some big heist no matter how many times we come down here, huh?” Jamie turns around in the darkness and is met with Butch’s grin, a bottle of beer already in one of his fists. His Pip-Boy light is on, basking them in a dim green glow.

“Keeps it interesting,” he replies, punching Butch playfully on the arm. On this side of the door is a long flight of stairs and they continue further down into the pitch darkness, hands pressing along the walls for purchase with nothing but about three feet of lighting in front of them.

The emergency lights are shut off down here, along with the security cameras – probably to save power, so Jamie turns his Pip-Boy light on as well. It’s a bit brighter, but not by much. They’ve been down here enough times by now that their bodies remember how many steps there are, but Jamie always has a nagging fear in the back of his mind that one day the staircase will just keep going forever. He shakes that thought from his head, listening to the sound of their boots stomping down the steps and focusing his gaze on Butch’s free hand as it slides against the railing.

For the past month or so this has been their escape. Butch somehow figured out how to break into the door they just passed through, and they discovered a whole wing of abandoned apartments under the ones they were currently living in. So far all they had done was clear out one room that had a ratty old couch, some blankets, a broken Nuka Cola mini-fridge, and a few wooden storage crates in it. Jamie had also rigged up a small emergency generator and they were able to find some lamps to make it a little less depressing.

Most importantly, they had booze smuggled from Butch’s mom’s liquor stash, a few cartons of cigarettes they’d traded with Stevie for some chems Jamie snuck from his dad’s clinic, their collection of comic books, and Jamie’s old BB gun for when they got bored. It’s far from perfect, but it’s space, and when you’re destined to roam the same hallways with the same people for the rest of your miserable existence – that amounts to a lot.

“So, what are we actually doing?” Jamie asks as they turn into the apartment they’d claimed as their base. Butch has the generator running and the room smells thickly of his peach pomade and cigarette smoke – he must have been down here for a few hours already.

“I,” Butch begins, stopping to pull the cork out of his new bottle of beer with his teeth before spitting it on the floor and taking a swig, “am gonna show you some treasure.” He finishes with a flourish, a self-satisfied smirk on his face, and plops down onto the couch next to his discarded Tunnel Snake jacket.

Jamie snorts and pulls up a crate, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch and propping his feet up. He clicks his tongue in mock annoyance when Butch’s boots crowd his own on the small surface and, in a fruitless endeavor, they battle for leg space before giving in to sharing. It’s obvious the other boy is already a bit tipsy.

“Treasure, huh? That’s cool, I guess,” Jamie snickers, snatching the bottle of beer from Butch and downing some before he could protest. It burns in his throat and brings a comforting warmth to his chest. He continues nursing the drink and settles further back into the worn corduroy couch, his posture absolutely terrible. Butch reaches for another bottle.

“Yup.” The bottle pops open and another cork joins the pile growing on the floor. Another drink and an obnoxious burp, then Butch sits forward - feet falling to the floor, his hands on his knees, and an excited light in his eyes. His leg is bouncing incessantly.

“Listen, I was going through some rooms down here and I found an old projector – like the one Brotch has?” He glances at Jamie, blue eyes a soft, dreamy color in the low light, and Jamie can’t help but gulp at the intensity he sees there. When Butch has a plan he’s excited about, he turns into a different person – like all the stress of conforming to the monotony of vault life has washed away and he’s finally allowed to be the mischievous and passionate person hiding underneath it all. Or… something like that. Jamie’s waxing poetic again, something he can’t help but do when around Butch.

“That’s pretty cool,” is all Jamie can bring himself to breathe out as he sips on his beer. He picks at the loose threads on the arm of the couch as he tries not to think about the fact that Butch had his lips on this same bottle just a few seconds ago.

Butch deflates a bit. “Pretty cool?” he mocks, leaning closer. Okay, maybe he’s more drunk than Jamie had first thought, if the redness of his cheeks were any indication.

“Nosebleed, I found full on ho-lo-disks,” Butch emphasizes, blowing a few messy curls away from his forehead. Jamie just shrugs.

“Okay?” he begins, not seeing the big deal. They already have these things in the classroom. “What’re we gonna do, watch some lectures? Don’t tell me DeLoria wants to brush up on his studying,” he taunts.

Butch just sneers at him in response, standing up and only swaying a bit – much to Jamie’s surprise. “You have no imagination, dweeb. Stay here!” And with that, he storms out of the room and into the hallway, closing the door behind him.

Jamie can see the green light of his Pip-Boy flash on through the window as he walks further away into the dark.

It’s a few minutes before he comes back, and Jamie can hear the ruckus he’s causing before he sees him. He’s startled out of his comfortable position on the couch and perks up. The door slides open and Butch pushes the projector into their base on its rolling cart. One of the wheels must be rusted because its screeching like a damn rat, scraping against the metal flooring as he drags it to the center of the room. He grabs an old cardboard box from the lower shelf of the cart and slides it on the floor over to Jamie with his foot before going back to set the projector up with their tangled mess of extension cords.

Jamie picks it up and grimaces at the box – it’s a little rank and it feels crusty in some spots. “This thing is probably covered in like a hundred different types of mold,” he complains.

“Didn’t give it to ya so you could judge the box!” Butch snaps, banging the top of the projector impatiently when the power flickers. “Open the damn thing.”

Jamie places the box on the couch beside him and sits up, peeling it open to peer inside. His jaw drops in amazement at the sight – more holodisks than he’s ever seen in his life, all with unique and eye-catching, full-color illustrations on the covers. He stares at Butch in disbelief and catches the other boy staring at him, an unabashed, beaming smile on his face when he sees Jamie’s reaction. When their eyes meet, Butch clears his throat and snaps his attention back to the projector, fiddling with some dials that don’t seem to change anything.

“Cool, right?” He says, his ears turning red as he dismisses his earlier excitement with a sheepish shrug.

“It’s fucking great!” Jamie laughs and begins to rummage through the box. There are real films in here, like he’s only read about in pre-war history classes or his cheesy novels. Aside from a whole slew of superhero films starring characters like The Silver Shroud and even some of Grognak the Barbarian, there are titles that look like they’re about pre-war animals in different parts of the world, some with soldiers in power armor, some ancient recordings of sports, and what looks like a few western and sci-fi films

Butch walks back over and sits beside him, throwing his arm over the back of the couch and leaning in to look at the titles. Jamie’s breath hitches at his closeness and he can feel his cheeks heating up. He tries not to show it, leaning in ever so slightly to let their shoulders brush.

“You can pick first, my treat,” Butch says while gesturing to the patchwork sheet he’d hung up on the opposite wall of the small apartment – Butch must have stitched it together himself out of whatever excess fabric he found. It’s hanging a little crooked and the projector’s STAND BY image is a bit fuzzy, but a bubble of excitement forms in Jamie’s chest regardless. He doesn’t want to read too far into things, but Butch had found this and made it a surprise specifically for them to share. That made him feel a certain kind of way.

He blinks those embarrassing thoughts away and nods, his face warm. Looking over their choices carefully, he finally decides and picks the western – he always did have a fondness for the freedom that seemed to come with being a cowboy – and walks to the projector to pop it in and press play.

He half expects Butch to make fun of his choice, but the other boy is oddly quiet, carefully inspecting his fingernails as Jamie switches off the lamps and kicks off his boots before returning to sit cross-legged on the couch. Butch still hasn’t scooted further away or removed his arm from the back of the couch, so their knees bump and he can feel the warmth of Butch’s arm behind his neck and it sends prickles through his skin.

Only as the movie begins do they realize they don’t have any speakers hooked up – so it’s completely silent in the room other than the whirring of the film in the projector.

“I didn’t even think of that,” Butch sighs and shakes his head in disappointment. Jamie just laughs.

“It’s still cool,” he assures him. “They used to have silent movies all the time apparently – especially back in cowboy days. It’s authentic,” he purses his lips at the end, trying to do his best impression of Mr. Brotch. It seems to work because Butch cracks a grin at him and snorts.

“Sure, it’ll work for now, but I saw some terminals in another apartment down here. We can check for some speakers there later,” Butch says and then his playful grin becomes roguish. “Push comes to shove, we can just swipe one from upstairs. Who’d notice a missing speaker?”

Jamie just scoffs and elbows him, turning his attention back to the film as the title screen fades in and he reads, ‘High Lonesome.’ He didn’t bother to read what the film was about, but it opens with a group of people in a wagon on a vast desert plain with plateaus towering in the distance.

There isn’t too much to see at first, but one thing that sticks with him is the impossible vastness of the sky as the camera zooms out to show a wider view of the prairie they’re riding along. He’s seen pictures of the sky, sure, but something about watching the tiny silhouettes of people move around under it was chilling – it was huge and incredibly empty. He didn’t know if what he was feeling was amazement or terror.

Despite the film being in black and white, the shimmer of the sun on the horses’ flanks as they gallop is bright enough to seem real and Jamie is completely entranced as he watches. And, luckily enough, there seem to be subtitles, so they’ll still be able to understand what’s going on.

Jamie’s trance is momentarily broken when Butch leans down and grabs something from under the couch. He returns with a box of fancy lads which he presses into Jamie’s hands. Jamie mumbles his thanks, his eyes never leaving the picture as he tears into a package and shoves a whole powdery cake into his mouth.

Butch just laughs at him and pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket. He lights one just as the young cowboy on screen does – much to Jamie’s delight – and they chuckle at the absurdity of it all.

They pass the snacks, beer, and smokes back and forth between each other as they watch their movies. When the western is over, Butch picks a film called ‘Teenage Caveman,’ saying that it has to be good because the cover has tits and a giant lizard monster on it. It ends up being the worst piece of garbage they’ve ever seen – and that’s saying a lot considering they’ve only seen one other film in their whole lives.

“That dude didn’t even look like a teenager! He had to be like thirty,” Jamie says, tossing the film into a box they decide to label ‘shit.’ According to Butch, they were like pioneers and had to record their findings, so not only were they watching the films, but they were sorting them from best to worst. As Butch had put it in his best overseer impression, they were doing future vault residents a great service and fulfilling their civic duty… by saving others from watching total pieces of trash.

“There wasn’t even a single boob,” Butch mopes, snubbing out the last of his cigarette in the cracked coffee mug functioning as their makeshift ashtray. “Talk about false advertising. The giant lizards were kinda cool, though.” Jamie smacks him upside the head.

“You wouldn’t know what a boob looked like if it smacked you in the face.”

“You take that back!” Butch laughs and tosses their snacks on the floor, lunging for Jamie who’s cackling just as hard. They’re fucking hammered at this point and they roll off the couch into a heap on the floor, knocking a crate over as they grapple at each other. They wrestle like this sometimes – it’s a great outlet for Jamie’s aggressive energy and, when they’re less drunk, Butch actually teaches him how to kick ass. Now, they’re just breathless laughs and fumbling hands as they scramble for purchase on the floor and try their damnedest to pin the other down.

Butch may be stronger on a normal day, but at the moment he’s piss-drunk compared to Jamie who still has a bit of his wits about him. He flips the taller boy over so quickly it’s almost comical and pins him, pressing his knees against his thighs and holding his wrists at his sides to stop him from getting up. He laughs triumphantly.

“What’s wrong, Butchie? You’ve never lost a fight so fast!” He grins down at the boy smugly but stops short when he sees the look on Butch’s face. It’s endearing how red his cheeks are, his hair a mess and his blue eyes wide. Butch just fixes him with those piercing baby blues.

“Don’t get cocky, Nosebleed. I let ya do it,” he says in a soft voice, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Jamie’s mouth goes dry, his eyes fixed on Butch’s unbelievably pink lips. He hates himself for how much he wants to kiss him then and without thinking he begins to lean forward. He catches himself, though, and his thoughts have him jumping off of Butch and falling back against the couch like he’s been shocked, his chest heaving. He feels dizzy and he can still smell the earthy spice of the other boy’s aftershave enveloping him like a thick haze he can’t shake.

Butch laughs and pulls himself up into a sitting position, shooting Jamie a dazzling grin from his seat on the floor. “What’s wrong, Jamie?” Butch teases, his voice only a bit slurred and a shit-eating grin creeping its way onto his face. Hearing his name come from Butch is rare and it knocks the breath out of him. All he can do is stare.

Butch clambers ungracefully back up to the couch with him, leaning awfully close and whispering, “cat got your tongue?” His breath is warm on Jamie’s face and it smells like a mixture of smoke and alcohol, something he never thought would smell so intoxicating, but of course it does – it’s Butch.

Jamie’s heart is in his fucking throat and he can’t breathe. Butch is pressed against his side and his back is against the arm of the couch. There’s nowhere for him to escape to – not that he necessarily wants to, but he was never very good with facing his feelings. Either Butch is actively trying to flirt with him or he’s fucking around, and Jamie can’t decide which one is worse.

“You’re drunk, you idiot,” Jamie laughs weakly and goes to push Butch away by the chest but stops when he feels his heart pounding under his t-shirt. The other boy’s breath hitches and his body stiffens at Jamie’s touch, his lips parting as if he were trying to think of what to say.

“So are you,” Butch finally settles with, reaching up to wrap his fingers around Jamie’s wrist. His touch almost feels like it burns. They sit like that for a moment, staring at each other, eyes like fire.

The generator chooses that moment to shut off, leaving them in pitch darkness. Out of instinct, Jamie curls his fingers into Butch’s shirt, his ears ringing at the sudden silence in the room and his breathing becoming labored. Darkness feels suffocating to him sometimes, and this is one of those moments. It lays over them like a thick blanket, and the only thing that pulls him out of his internal panic is Butch’s free hand cupping the back of his head, fingers twining through the thick, curly hair at the nape of his neck.

He doesn’t even have time to think about what Butch might be doing before he feels the press of the other boy’s lips warm against his own. Though they’re unbelievably soft, the kiss is rushed and clumsy – desperate almost – and Jamie grunts when their teeth knock together. He wastes no time returning the kiss, though, his eyes fluttering shut as he focuses on the feel of Butch’s lips against his own and the rough burn of his stubble as it brushes against his chin.

It must have just been a power surge, because suddenly the generator kicks back on and the projector screen lights up the room. Their eyes fly open and they wrench apart, still holding onto each other as if for dear life. Whatever safety they felt shrouded in the darkness is ripped away and they’re left feeling vulnerable and exposed. Jamie’s breath comes out in stutters and he dares to glance up at the other boy.

Butch’s eyes are filled with a fiery heat he can’t even describe and something akin to tenderness – which is hard for him to pinpoint since he’s never been looked at like that before. He sucks in a sharp breath. For some reason, even though he’s been dreaming of this moment for months, he just feels terrified and embarrassed – like he fucked up somehow. The panic must be written clearly on his face because Butch pulls away like he’s been slapped and falls back to the other end of the couch.

“Sh-shit, I,” Butch stutters, his hand clutching his chest where Jamie’s was a moment before, “fuck, Jamie, I didn’t mean to.” His voice cracks, sounding almost pleading. Jamie doesn’t know what to say, his mouth flapping uselessly, and it’s too much for him to handle. He doesn’t understand what his problem is. Everything in his heart is telling him to leap forward and continue kissing Butch, but he’s just too fucking scared.

“It’s fine!” He practically snaps, standing up suddenly. He’s shaking and feels clammy and he’s sure he’s as pale as a ghost – is it even possible for something good to give you a panic attack?

He glances around for his boots for a moment, but it’s still too much and he can see Butch starting to reach for him with concern in his eyes. “I have to go,” he blurts out, and he turns tail and runs.

The last thing he hears before he leaves is Butch yelling his name, but he jogs up the steps in the darkness, tripping over his own feet and bruising his knees. He knows he’s acting like a child, but he can’t bring himself to care. He is absolutely not ready to face what’s happening and he needs to be alone in his room now.

When he reaches the door, he doesn’t even stop to think about the security camera on the other side, he just slams his fist on the button and rushes out and thankfully luck is on his side this time because he can hear the camera click into the end of its circuit.

He slows down when he reaches the halls, his bare feet making a lot less noise than his boots, but fuck the floor is cold and he regrets not stopping to find his shoes. Soon he reaches his apartment, and he rushes inside, thankful to see that it’s still empty. He locks himself in his own bedroom, suddenly feeling like everything is too much, and he rips his jumpsuit off, flopping onto his bed in just his tank top and boxers and pulling the covers over his head.

He wants to scream, maybe tear his hair out a little or punch the wall. He cannot believe how badly he fucked that up. He doesn’t even know what this means for their friendship – if he had tried to make a move on Butch and the other boy ran away, he would be devastated! Would Butch even want to talk to him anymore? He worries over these thoughts for a few hours until his brain feels like jelly. The last thing he’s aware of before falling asleep is how his lips taste ever-so-slightly like the sweet mint chap stick Butch always carries around.

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He wakes up later to the sound of incessant beeping coming from his wrist. He groans, rubbing his hands over his eyes and down his face. He feels like complete shit – hungover, most likely, and his head is swimming.

He looks at his Pip-Boy to check the time and realizes he’s overslept. It’s two in the afternoon and he’s late for his work assignment at the studio but if he’s being honest the thought of having to drag himself out of bed and sit in a room with Butch all day doesn’t seem as great as it used to. He can’t help it when he opens the messaging app, biting his lip as he prepares to read whatever might be there.

913473: it was a prank haha i rly got u good

That one was sent almost immediately after he’d left last night, according to the timestamp. Something about it makes his gut twist, gives him a bit of nausea. He’s not sure if he believes Butch or not. Once again, he’s not sure which is harder to deal with. Dated about an hour later there are a few more.

913473: jamie im sorry pls answer me 913473: don’t ignore me man if ur mad just come beat me up 913473: are u sleeping? damn out of all the times 913473: its k. i kno u need it. gnight

Jamie doesn’t realize he’s chewing his lip to shreds until he tastes blood, and he curses, wiping it away on the hem of his tank top. His eyes are glued to the screen, his heart thundering in his ears. Dated even later are a handful of other messages and he can tell by their contents that Butch must have kept drinking in his absence. The thought of that tugs at his heart a little – maybe he isn’t the only one who’s terrified of his own feelings and kind of a fuckup.

913473: i know ur asleeeep 913473: gdamn typing onthis shit. fcking sucks 913473: m drunk but idc. i kissed u jamie n itfucking rocked 913473: wasnt a prank. im srry. dont hate me 913473: u can hit me all u want. ill evenlet u win the fight. 913473: jsut dont hate me

Jamie groans and grabs his pillow, shoving his face into it a few times and letting out as loud of a yell as he dares. It’s not enough, but it will have to do. Breathless and flushed, he’s about to lay back down when a new message comes through and his heart leaps so high into his throat that he nearly chokes. He peeks at it over the pillow.

913473: yo you’re late dude. like super late! 913473: i figured id let u sleep off the hangover a bit but damn 913473: i aint gonna cover ur ass if the overseer comes knocking. i have enough of a headache. 913473: so get down here!!! 913473: speakin of headache i was drunk as shit last night. dont remember a thing past that crappy monster movie. so ignore whatever embarrassing crap i sent you, k? 913473: and dont tell anyone im a talkative drunk or ill pummel you, nosebleed.

Jamie looks at the messages in disbelief and flops back onto his bed, his thoughts racing. He can’t tell if Butch is lying or not – he knows even if Butch doesn’t remember there was still something different about what happened last night but fuck if he’s going to bring it up now.

He’s relieved, but also disappointed, maybe a little angry – either at himself or at Butch, he can’t tell. He’s shaking, wracked with nerves at the sudden sense that everything might change soon. He can’t handle change – can’t handle much, if he’s honest with himself, but change is the hardest of all. He curls his fingers into his hair, tugging ever so slightly and trying to resist the urge to pull it out in chunks. He’s losing himself in his worries again when another message notification shakes him out of it.

“Fuck!” he shouts, wishing he could rip his Pip-Boy off his arm and throw it away.

913473: NOSEBLEED GET THE FUCK TO WORK NOW 913473: its boring alone

Jamie feels like he’s actually going to tear his hair out, but he can’t help himself from laughing. He gives in and types out a quick response.

604272: for the love of GOD 604272: STFU 604272: im on my way now 604272: and i didn’t read ur stupid messages don’t worry. too many for me to care

He bites his lip again, his heart twisting uncomfortably in his chest as he writes out one more message.

604272: i don’t even remember much of the shitty movie lol, u know im a blackout drunk

There are a few minutes without a reply and Jamie starts to think maybe he’s fucked it up again, then more messages come through.

913473: u stupid fuckin idiot 913473: what would i do without u 913473: to pick on i mean

Jamie lets out a trembling sigh and gets out of bed, shaking himself free of his worries and tugging on his jumpsuit again. His hands are quivering, probably will be all day with the way his nerves are, but he can handle it.

It’s only as he’s going to leave does he realize he doesn’t have his shoes.

913473: i have your boots btw dumbass

Jamie is terrified of change. He’s terrified of his own emotions, especially when he can’t control them. He wishes things were simpler and he wishes he could have been born into a more agreeable body in a more agreeable time, but as he walks, shoeless, out of the apartment and to the studio space he shares with Butch, he feels a bit comforted in the fact that Butch might feel exactly the same way. Even if shit is messy and he fucks it up, Butch keeps coming back - and that’s good enough for him.

#fluffyfebruary #fallout #fallout 3 #butch deloria #butch/m!lw #lone wanderer #fanfiction #mlm #jay writes #fluffyfeb

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alex-fucking-dempsey · 4 years ago

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its 12:47am i plan on finishing two episodes tonight needless to say im in a bad mood and im high this is going to be dramatic as hell.

SPOILER WARNING FOR 13 REASONS WHY SEASON 4 EPISODE 2 or 3 one of them got deleted at some point last night n idk which

This funeral is for someone who commited suicide and now im fearing for clay :(

Clay saying fuck you is my kink

Clay cursing >>>>

I want clay in my guts if you can't tell

ayO???

the calling is making me really nervous

So is SHIT weird or is clay just insane??

this is quickly becoming like a scary movie and i hate scary movies i signed up for the angst

THE SMILING CLAY HAS ME MF SENT IM SENT YALL I CANT BREAAAATHE

is it just me or do you want justin in ur guts ;-;

uR aSlEeP wHeN iM sLeEpInG why did he say it like that wtf

I NEED TO TAKE MY MORNING SHIT

I CANT MF BREATHE

I guess thats high school hey clay i was doing just fine buddy

Clay and justin reminsing abt season 1 ;-;

MY WHOLE LIFE IS CHALLENGES SET BACKS AND FAILURES CLAY IS THE BEST NARRARTOR PLEAAAAASEEEEE

thw writing being winston is too obvious it was obviously fucking the guys who beay the shit out of clay

alex: anxious bi

zach is cute the way he peaks over pls sir lemme hold ur hand

The way i talk abt clay vs the way i talk abt zach dksjsjd

zach literally could give less shits abt the world around him i was to be as carefree as him

also lets talk abt the way alex is STARRING at zach like BRO

Also Jessica screaming WERE FUCKED bitch duh coULD SAY IT ANY LOUDER

estella??? oh snap hang on i didnt think of it

Tyler: taking pictures

Hes so cute i love my boy

I literally hate the sheif hes irritating

Winston looks great in that fit bro

Justin ur wild bro

Winston is me snooping

ani is v protective shes so cute

Red painted clays locker onG THEY FRARMED HIS ASS

im so wtf

What class period is it where they are all just vibing

SHUT UP I LOVE CHARLIE

SHUT THE FUVK UP I LOVE ZACH

she called him sweetheart they are so sweet ;-;

these racists i cannot stand it they keep racially profiling tony :(

im so angry

lowkey tony and that guy kinda look the same age and i cant unsee it

Winstokn looks like the guy who plays pennywise

I WANT WINSTON TO SHUT UP LEAVE TYLER ALONE PLEASE

why do u care bro

im kind of really fucking nervous im nervous of what hes going to do

Oh tyler :(

winston is so aggravating

lEAVE CLAY ALONE

iM hErE fOr yOu eat my ass

zach is so cute hes literally planning a date with alex mr Im FuCkInG hEtErO okay pal

"Everything's fine"

"Everythings fucked"

"Same thing"

I aspire to be as chill as zach

wOULDNT LIFE BE BETTER IF WE JUET CAME OUT

FUCKING WISE CHOICE OF WORDS BUCKAROO

This man just walked onto that bus im-

THIS BITCH "thwre is a line"

"Sorry" keeps walking deeper into the bus

winston is so cute hes smile bro.

is clay gonna fight someone

god bolden is ugly

tHE SPRAY PAINT WHAT THE FUCK

tHROW IT OUT THE WINDOW???

zach arm is literally-

mATT>>>

zach is drunk isnt he??

zACH IN THE COAT

why tf is zach in alex in different groups

alex knows who winston is

Alex is so worried abt his boy

cLAY KEEPS TRYNA THROW IT AWAY AND EVERYONE IS ALL "hEyYyYy"

why would clay even do that bro??

zach looks so damn good fucking WOW

Zach is abt to go party with these ppl

THEY ARE GONNA GO PARTY

I CANT BREATHE I LOVE ZACH SO GODDAMN MUCH

clay n zach are so rare but so great together

winston dont look at alex 🔪

Jeremy looks familiar if u know who he is pls tell me

Jessica 😔😔 jesus im so nervous for her i feel like puking

Amanda: ???

THEYVE PLAYED THREE ROUNDS I LOCE THEMMMM

CLAY STILL DRINKS

cory sisj

the nerves i have for this drunk girl OH FUCK NO

i cant fucking breathe sorry yall i cant cover this lightheartedly so i wont at all

im so nervous

jess n justin :(

jess only liked justin on drugs change my mf mind

alex ;-;

winston is gonna get 🔪

Okay maybe not lowkey soft

why is looking at him like that he touched his hand EVERYONE STOP

IM NOT GAY ALEX MF STANDALL EVERYONE THE MAN WHO JUST MERE DAYS AGO KISSED ZACH

iM SO FUCKING CONFUSED EVERYDAY IM MORE N MORE CONFUSED

I CANNOT BELIEVE THEY ARE IN THE POLICE STATION

THEY ARE SO DRUNK

zach looks so good in this outfit on these chairs like he became a fashion god wtf

MATT

clay: is still drunk

I cant breathe

:( clay feels replaced by justin

zahc doesnt give a fuck abr anything wow

OMG CLAY

everyone is... off

jess and ani :( so sweet

THAT SCARED ME FUCK

why is justin writing with a fine liner

I hate justin and clays fights they always tear me apart :(

oh wow :( clays freckles

Tell him. God clay im going to kill u

TWO CANS AYO? ZACH WTF

iF I WORK HARD IT COULD BE 2.9 if it aint me

yes ani queen

wHY LIE TO ME WHAT GOOD DOES THAT DO HES SO FINE

wHy dIdNt yOu TeXt mE lAsT nIgHt clay shut up ongg

Winston simps for Alex so hard i cant breathe

Why is theprincipal trying so hard ur so creepy bro stg

estella is fucking pretty let me hug her :(

tHE SPRAY PAINT BRO IM-

he looks so fucking good alex thank you sir

caleb and tony :( so cute

alex ur so cute

YO WHY ARE ALEXS CALFS SO RIPPED

clay TELL SOMEONE you need to tell them. :(

i I DONT FUCK KNOW WHY clay is unintentional funny

I needed to hear that ;-;

dont bond over bryce ew

chole looks like alice from alice in wonderland and wow how haveneverr noticed that b4

he keeps standing her up ;-;

zAcHy ZaChY

coffee dates bro

winston is so fucken creepy

Alex n his cane >>>

dIMPLES

omG DONT KISS

thank god

is he just gonna stay in love with zach??

i hatw this mf bro

clays pants pt. 2>>>

im sick and tired of being sick and tired of these kids not fetting happiness

wHY DOES HIS CLOSIBG LINES MAKE ME LAUGH OMG

He isnt gonna send that shit

in conclusion season 2 is still better.

#13rw #clay jensen #scott reed #zach dempsey #alex standall #justin foley #tony padilla #ryan shaver #13rw season 4 #13rw s4 spoilers

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aprilma3 · 6 years ago

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So I was really tired right

And I kinda in my half awake state thought of the fic I was trying to look for but just decided to write it out since I couldn’t find one like it. So here’s the fic I really wanted to read because I’m a masochist and I love angst

Mari is drunk and annoyed, self reflects on how fucking stupid it is to pine after such an oblivious guy for over three years. Like does she even know him other than what she believes him to be.

Understands it’s not his fault since it’s his feelings and she can’t get mad at him just at herself. Oh and the ‘she’s just a friend’ she can get mad at that and she will. Literally smashes the pedestal she’s shoved him on and leaves herself a message on a post it

“Fuck mr she’s just a friend and be that fucking friend”

Mari understands her crush is too much of just a crush, understands she actually has to get to know the guy to feel like she can truly love him.

This leads to a hungover weekend of her just reflecting and going over this, ultimately her suffering heartbreak playing depressing music and basically breaking up with her previous self to be a fucking butterfly.

She’s now a lil worried about facing him on Monday just incase she bursts into tears but she goes fuck it I’ll just ignore his presence. Yeet

Mari, to ninny’s and alya’s surprise, manages to speak to Adrien normally since she’s managed to purge herself of her previous obsessive nature.

Alyas like holy shit you fucking mature ass bitch I Stan. Ninny’s like holy shit I’m so proud love u loads nette.

Adrien on the other hand is confused on where his cute little stuttering friend is. Marinette is back to acting indifferent towards him, as if she is just a friendly acquaintance again. He thought her little quirks and stutters were normal since that’s all he saw of her.

NEWSFLASH IT AINT BRO.

Adrien then basically starts to realise she’s kind of ignoring him, and actively going out of her way to not be alone with him.

Mari on the other hand is feeling fucking amazing, she finally feels independent and as if she can do fucking anything. And then Luka is like yo and she’s back into crush town

SIKE

My baby girl is mature as heck now, understands that to truly like the guy she has to be friends with him first to get to know the guy. And then she finally realises she’s already pretty close friends with Luka and it just works. Something she’s never been able to do with Adrien.

Speaking of the banana boye. He’s having like a little crisis over here, my lil jealous dude tryna understand wtf is happening. He tries his hardest to see Marinette by even going as far as inviting her over or to do shit most days of the week.

She declines most of the time preoccupied with her job at the bakery alya or now Luka.

Adrien finds out about Luka through a picture on marinettes Instagram because modern relationships amirite.

Side note - Luka and Mari aren’t together they’re just testing the waters seeing what’s happenin

Adriens finally facing the ‘it’s just a friend’ consequences and realises fuck I’m too late

Adrien doing the whole drunk thing, this time actually doing the opposite of Mari and setting himself the aim of making the girl he realised he has a crush on as happy as possible.

Remember this time he doesn’t see LB in her so he’s not putting her against another gal, nor does he truly know how she acts. (Idk why I wrote it like I’ve written a fan fic about this before but I’ll roll with it)

Then he sees her whilst as chat due to her running out at an awkward time and nearly being punted into the Seine but quick ass reflexes saved her ass. Adrien is like wtf she is literally an everyday LB.

He starts to see her act like this all the time and actually falls in love, that cute lil pure love where he’s like if I can’t have you im sure as hell gonna make you happy even if it’s with another guy.

Issue with Luka, he’s going to the US for band shit and Mari is like well at least we tried she doesn’t wanna leave and is like we didn’t even date I met you like three times Yeet. (KEEP IT PG MAE DONT DO IT)

Mari obviously a lil heartbroken but not much compared to that drunk night TM

She gets over it with the help of her new best guy friend Adrien being there for her and cheering her up

Like he thought she was in-love with Luka

She wasn’t

She finally is like shit I love this

I love this Adrien

The true Adrien and is like holy shit I actually love him

This isn’t superficial or fake it’s true

She’s shit scared to tell because who wouldn’t be

Adrien is like she needs more time

So time passes a lil bit year 1 of uni about to start and Adrien is trying to spend as much time with the 4.

Story carries on but it’s the awkward they both like each other and it’s so obvious to everyone but themselves but they don’t think the other likes them back. So ANGST TM

They decide to go on holiday the 4 of them before uni starts.

They go to Italy bc why not just chill around Rome for a bit.

Adrien is like fuck this I gotta tell her I’ve waited long enough

Really big angsty reveal, Mari tells him about the night TM and Adrien tells her about his.

They cry bc Adrien is a cry baby confirmed because ofc he is he’s starved from any love because of mr cane up his ass Gabriel Agreste

Alya sees them next morning together (like they cried themselves to sleep (mood) together idk relationships n shit) because she went in early to get Mari for brekkie and is like holy shit my otp

Mari is like fuck it yeah I’m with my dream dude share it I’m not ashamed.

All is happy then they realise they gotta go back to Paris and the whole akuma shit.

LB makes a ref a while later on that chat links to Mari and is like head fuck wtf

Mari makes a few links with chat and banana boye, they both probs did since they had been dating for a while also both of them are actually smart they’re just idiots

Adrien figures it out first and is like fuck yeah I beat you. And is like I saw this coming ngl it’s so obvious now

Samezies with Mari and it’s all gd in the hood

So if anyone knows of a fic like this orrrr is like 30040403x more talented than me and can turn this garbled shit into an actual fic be my guest just tell me bc I would read the shit outta that

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manglefic-a · 7 years ago

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so ive recently hit a writing block with my fics and requests, which i am very sorry for, so to try and get back into things ive decided to do a fic meme i found on lj (specifically @wizzard890‘s old lj in fact WHICH U SHOULD ALL CHECK OUT FOR THE FICS IF NOTHING ELSE)! let’s go!

1. Write down the names of 10 characters.  2. Write a fic of fifteen words or less for every prompt, using the characters determined by the numbers. Do NOT read the prompts before you do step 1. 1) Luca Changretta (Peaky Blinders) 2) Sugar Kane (Some Like It Hot) 3) Katara (Avatar: The Last Airbender) 4) Russia (Hetalia) 5) Henry Winter (The Secret History) 6) Daisy Buchanan (The Great Gatsby) 7) Rosalind (The Misfits) 8) Ben Solo (Star Wars) 9) Sansa Stark (A Song of Ice and Fire) 10) Fenris (Dragon Age)

‘fifteen words or less’ lmao yea that aint happenin im gonna aim for like, three sentences.

putting it under a cut so that it doesnt clog anyone’s dash, but before hand im gonna tag @scuzzyblinders @blinder-secrets @nogods--nomasters @venusofsuburbia @irresistible-revolution

First Time: 4 and 6 (Russia and Daisy)

It was hard to stand out at Jay’s parties, but this man certainly did so. Taller than any man Daisy had ever met, and certainly thicker and stronger looking, he seemed like the kind of man who, in theory, should seem frightening. But there was something about him, an aura almost, that denoted a kindness and gentleness that Daisy had lost long ago. She pitied him for it a little bit. And envied him for it far more.

“Are you one of Jay’s new friends?” She asked, taking two flutes of champagne from a passing server and handing the man one. “I don’t recall ever seeing you.”

The man seemed surprised at Daisy’s sudden presence, but he smiled and good God Daisy had never seen eyes that colour, like giant amethysts. “Da,” he took a glass in one of his giant hands, with a far more gentle touch than Daisy had expected a man of his size to posses. “Just came from Moscow. I am Ivan, and you?”

“Daisy. Daisy Buchanan.”

Angst, 7 (Rosalind)

The desert made Rosalind think of Christ, of his journey into the sand the arms of the Devil and all the temptations he had laid out. Even when she was a girl she knew she wouldn’t have had the fortitude of Jesus to turn down what the Devil offered.

She closed her eyes, and pondered just how much the Devil would laugh at her.

AU, 1 and 8 (Luca and Ben) (TW: Self harm mention)

“I heard about your father.” Ben paused, unsure as to how he should continue. He had never been good at expressing his feelings in a way that could be described as healthy (the self inflicted scratches and constant destruction that followed him was proof enough of that), but this is the kind of thing a person does isn’t? Express condolences? “I...I’m sorry.” He tries not to wince, as even to his own ears it sounds feeble, almost forced.

He expects Luca to give him a withering look, or ignore him. But instead the older man looks at him, dark eyes sadder than anything Ben had ever seen, and it makes his heart stop for a moment. “Thank you.” Luca’s voice is low and husky, with the thick Italian accent and still gave Ben chills.

Ben only nodded and quickly went back to punching the bag in front of him, hoping anyone who looked would think that the red in his face was from the exertion.

Threesome, 3, 6, and 9 (Katara, Daisy, and Sansa)

Daisy had never known a love like this, the kind that makes you want to stretch yourself taut, beyond taut, around another person (or in this case, two people), and act as a shield.

They looked like girls still, young and fresh faced and innocent, but Daisy knew better. Even before they had spoken, she could see it; the tiredness behind the eyes that came with seeing things one never wanted to see, the set of their mouths that only came from a special kind of sadness, the way they slumped like so much weight was on their shoulders.

She places a hand on the heads of the now sleeping girls women and strokes their hair as lightly as she can. She couldn’t protect them before. But she can now.

Hurt/Comfort, 5 and 10 (Henry and Fenris)

In another life, things would’ve been different. Fenris would’ve been born free, free from slavery, free from trauma, free from the lyrium that tore through his body. Free to be who and what he wished.

But this was not that life. It would never be that life.

“I said that I wanted to be alone.” His voice is gruffer than usual, and croakier, and Henry doesn’t know if he should blame the wine or tears. Perhaps it’s a bit of both.

“You shouldn’t be alone at a time like this.” Henry sat across from Fenris, looking directly at him as Fenris made a very obvious effort to avoid all eye contact. “You don’t have to talk.” Henry said, pulling out a book from his satchel. “I brought something to read.”

“Of course you did.” Fenris tried to sound neutral, but he couldn’t stop his mouth from twitching.

In another life, he would’ve been free. But in this one, he has Henry, and while he isn’t always the best company, Fenris knows effort when he sees it.

Crack, 1 (Luca)

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!” Luca threw the plate across the room, only narrowly missing several servers because they were quick enough to get out of the way. “You call that shit pasta?! My grandmother can cook better than that and she’s fucking dead!”

Cody only sighs.

Horror, 10 (Fenris)

He thought the cuts were the worst things he had ever felt. Then came the lyrium.

Baby!fic, 5 and 9 (Henry and Sansa)

“He’s so small.” Henry sounds fascinated, and Sansa would’ve laughed if she weren’t so tired.

“He looks like you.” She said softly, running her fingers along her son’s cheek. “See? He has your sleep frown.”

“I do not have a sleep frown.”

Dark, 2 and 8 (Sugar and Ben)

As the temple burned and Sugar crawled her way through the dirt, she could see Ben. The fire was so fierce and bright, she could see it reflected in his eyes, making him look like what she always imagined Sith Lords would look like.

(Later, she would wonder if it truly had been the fire, and not simply the thing within Ben that had started them.)

Romance, 4 and 7 (Russia and Rosalind)

As the sun begins to rise over the desert horizon, Ivan stirs.

It takes him a few blinks to be able to see properly, and when he does the first thing to meet his gaze is a sleeping Rosalind.

He smiles and puts an arm around her, to shield her from the light, so that she can sleep for just a little longer.

Deathfic, 2 and 3 (Sugar and Katara)

Katara had told her not to come. It was dangerous enough for the rest of them, but Sugar could neither Bend or fight. But she insisted, saying that she wanted to help, to do something worthwhile, to not leave her friends behind.

She had gotten her wish. It hadn’t been for Sugar, Katara would’ve gotten the full brunt of Azula’s lightning.

The smell of burning flesh would never leave Katara.

#meme fics #'im gonna aim for like three sentences' *first one is longer than three sentences* DNGDFJBGDFJBGDFGBDFJBDFJK

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ushijimawakaflockaflame-blog · 7 years ago

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My best friend recently told me that he doesn't want to hang out with me or want anything to do with me because he likes me and knows that I don't like him back.. He says it's because "it's hard for him to see me and not have these feelings" -.- Can you do a similar scenario with Tanaka?

mori: men aint shit lmao jk but i hope everything turned out ok for you! people like that are so toxic. my heart hurts that i have to write this for tanaka!!!

warning: angst-y???

It had been weeks - no, maybe months by now since Tanaka talked to you. And not just say a hello or some other greeting, but really had a conversation with you. In fact, you can’t remember when the last time you saw him for more than five minutes.

You and Tanaka used to stick to each other like glue, like two peas in a pod. If one of you was missing, someone would always ask where the other one was. But lately, when people asked you where Tanaka was, your heart hurt when you said you didn’t know.

You started to notice his weird behavior when you caught up to him and asked what the hang out plan was for that day.

“So, Ryu, what’s the dynamic duo doing today?” you asked, slinging an arm around his shoulder.

Tanaka quickly slipped under your arm and rubbed his neck sheepishly. “A-Actually, I have a lot of studying to do. I’ll see you later.”

“Huh? Ok….” you waved, but he was already out the door by then. “Since when did he study?”

Each time you asked to hang out, he kept on rejecting you. At first, you actually thought he was studying. You figured the student volleyball life had finally caught up to him and he was taking things seriously.

But when you found him “studying” and laughing with someone else at some fancy cafe, you knew he was lying to you. They didn’t even have any books out!

That’s when you figured he just didn’t want anything to do with you anymore.

So then you stopped bothering him. You stopped talking to him, you stopped going to his games, you even went out of your way to avoid him at all costs. If he could cut you off like that so easily, then you could, too.

Only it wasn’t that easy. It hurt to know that your best friend wanted to move on with life without you, and to not even tell you why hurt even more. You knew every little detail about that boy, just as well as he knew you.

So not only should he know you were heartbroken about this, he knows he’s doing it on purpose.

At first, you were more furious than you were upset. You were just so mad that he would cut you off like that, and you wanted to play his game. But the days passed into weeks and you really missed the one person who would know exactly what to do to make you smile again.

Tonight was a night that felt lonelier than usual. It was a stressful week itself, and you could feel the weight of the world caving in and it was hard for you to sleep. All you ever thought about these days was whether or not Tanaka missed you as much as you missed him. And you really needed to find out.

“Dammit,” you mumbled, throwing on a sweater. “Even when we’re not talking, he gets me to come over past midnight….” You try not to smile as memories of you running to his house late in the evening for no reason at all cross your mind.

You ran through scenarios in your head about the possible outcomes of tonight. Either A) Tanaka will apologize and tell you the real reason is because he’s seeing someone, B) you both are so dumb that studying was what he was actually doing, or C) tell you to get out of his life forever.

“I don’t think Ryu would lie to me about dating someone…. He’d be rubbing it in my face. And I don’t think he even has the mental capacity to study for more than thirty minutes,” you mumbled to yourself. “I guess I should prepare for option C then?”

Before you could decide what option to prepare for, you were already at the front of his place. You could feel your heart beat in your ears and you were way more nervous than you really should be. This was Tanaka, for Christ’s sake! But that slight chance of him actually telling you to get out of his life was too high for you not to worry.

You knocked on his door impatiently, not caring who in the vicinity would wake up. You twiddled your thumbs nervously until a groggy, shirtless Tanaka opened the door. His eyes were wide when he realizes it’s you.

“_-_____?”

“Hey,” you squeaked. “Uh, what’s up?”

“It’s like two in the morning, what are you doing here?”

You felt your heart ache when he sounded annoyed.

“I used to come here around this time all the time,” you argued.

“Well, that was before -”

“Before you decided that you didn’t want me in your life anymore?”

There was a sad silence between the two of you and you could already feel the tears well up in your eyes. Tanaka could only look at you with his best pathetic sorry expression.

“That’s not it,” he whispered.

“Then what is it? Why won’t you talk to me anymore?” you begged. “You can’t just cut me off like that!”

“_____ stop yelling -”

“No! You were my best friend! We’ve spent our teens together! We made each other into the people we are today! I wouldn’t be who I am without you!”

Some tears started to flow freely and all Tanaka wanted to do was pull you into his arms. But he didn’t, and God, you really wish he did, because even through your blurred vision, you could see him holding back.

“Did I do something?” you whispered.

“No.”

“Then why won’t you tell me?”

“I-I just can’t.”

“Ryu, please -”

“I just can’t, ok!?”

You fell silent when the expression on his face was just as pained as yours. You got a good look at him for the first time tonight because he finally looked you in the eyes. You saw that his eyes and nose were as red as yours, as if he’d been crying, too. He looked unbelievably tired, more than usual, and you instantly regretted coming to him this late.

“Just tell me to go away, and I won’t bother you again,” you said.

“That’s not what I want,” he said, sighing in frustration.

“Well, I don’t know what else to say, Ryu!”

“I love you.”

You breath hitched in your throat. There was no way you heard that correctly. Were you being hysterical? I mean, it was two in the morning. Was it the wind?

“H-Huh?”

“I fell for you, _____,” he looked at you sincerely. “It was hard not to when I spent all of my free time with you. We know each other better than we know ourselves, and I know that there’s nothing you feared more than losing this friendship that we have.”

Tanaka looked at you for some sort of reaction, but you were still in shock, so he kept going.

“I look at you every day and I don’t see my best friend, I see someone I’m in love with. Do you know what it feels like to look at the person you love and know that they don’t love you back? It hurts, _____. Like I’m being stabbed with every smile and laugh and hug that you gave me. I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“How am I supposed to tell my best friend that I love them without ruining what we built all these years?”

Tanaka’s knuckles grew white as he clenched his fists. He only ever did that when he was admitting something he didn’t want to let anyone know.

“I tried to avoid hanging out with you, I didn’t invite you to my games, I tried cutting you off completely just until I got over this phase, and yet here you are, standing in front of me, making it hard for me to get over you and taking me back to square one.”

You weren’t sure if those words were meant to hurt you, and Tanaka wasn’t sure himself, but they pierced your heart and you suddenly felt numb.

“How am I supposed to be your friend when you make it so hard?”

“I’ll leave then.”

“_____, that’s not what I mean.”

“I’ll see you later. I need some time to think.”

“Think about what!?”

What did you need to think about…? Ways to cut him off easier? Ways to get over him easier? Did you love him, too? Or did you just like the attention?

“I don’t know.”

mori: hhhhhh i’m sorry i didn’t know how to end it LOL

#tanaka #tanaka ryunosuke #hq #haikyuu #hq scenarios #haikyuu scenarios #??????#angst #sorta #oh man this made me so sad?#i wanna be friends with tanaka

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cnisms · 7 years ago

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wanted plots & established connections !

ok cool... this rlly aint shit but ! i’ve come up with some ideas (or alex reminded me of a bunch of connections i wrote for an rp that never opened) that i’d be down for. they’re not in order or anything bc there’s a few that could work for a couple different muses so i’ll just list those details after each one. if u see smth u would be down for just ... lmk :P here is my muse list for quick reference. updated w more !!

01. a box of friendship bracelets and low quality selfies from 2009 tucked away in a closet is all that survived a dynamic friendship that fizzled into nothing. as roommates, a & b shared everything – a set of first times included. then, interests they once shared began to change and both felt as if the other was leaving them behind. neither wanted to be seen chasing desperately after someone that wasn’t interested, so they both pretend they stopped caring long ago. (ex best friends, possibly romantic, misery !) paris, aja, arabella or angel for either muse a or b.

02. a & b were in an extremely close relationship for over a year, though their friends often debated the seriousness of it as they seemed to spend every second weekend broken up. heated arguments from friday were always completely forgotten by monday, much to everyone else’s frustration. it all came to an end when a particularly nasty argument forced a to take an abrupt vacation, coming back to find b already dating someone else. (ex romantic, drama n tension. that someone else could be an npc or another muse.) angel as muse a, percy as muse a, tomas as muse a or b, rosie as muse b, or luma as muse b.

03. though they had known one another for months before, a & b didn’t really clique until their first argument. ever since then, the two have held tight to their friendship and even more to their weekly debates. they fight about anything and everything, no matter how irrelevant or ridiculous. occasionally, things will get personal and they’ll go days without talking, but they always end up back on the same couch, ranting over wine and netflix. (close frenemies.) angel, alanis, rosie or zach as either muse.

04. everyone was well aware that a & b had always been partners in crime, many people joking to watch out for the troublesome two. just like siblings, the best friends were often bickering about something, but the frequent fights about a’s selfishness or b’s envy always came to a fast close with a playful punch. of course, there had to be a tipping point. when a heard that b had hooked up with a’s recent ex in their absence, they quickly came to the conclusion that their friendship was done for good. the two haven’t exchanged a single kind word since. (friends turned enemies. same w #2, the ex could be another muse or just an npc.) wes, elizabeth or angel as a. tomas, alanis or luma as b.

05. though they’d never been particularly close friends, a & b knew to turn to each other when seeking something they couldn’t get from those closest to them. just sex, no strings attached. it was the perfect arrangement, until it became clear that a didn’t really care about b’s personal life. b remains desperate to keep the affair secret, while a grows tired of playing it so safe. (oops . cheating plot . muse b would have to be in some kind of relationship w someone else, they could be npc tho.) luma, cici or percy as muse a. elizabeth or rosie as muse b.

06. intoxicated beyond reason when it was made, it’s no surprise that a & b regret a lot of the things on their bucket list. though they can back out whenever they want with no real consequence, neither are willing to be the first to stand down. with some of their tasks being embarrassing and most dangerous, everyone knows to watch out when these two get together to cross another challenge off the list. (dumbass friends always risking their lives for dares) percy, luma, constance or gia as either muse.

07. a & b spend more time together than apart, using expensive wine and room service to fill in the silence between giggles and gossip that should be used to address the elephant in the room: the mutual affection isn’t as platonic as they like to pretend. with their own experiences of romantic feelings destroying important friendships, despite the fact they both feel they are ready to get serious, they can’t help but stress the risk in their minds and wait for the other to make the first move. (romantic !!) natalya, helena, gia or arabella as either xx.

08. few people are lucky enough to find that one person they can count on for anything and everything, that’s why a has grown to resent the other people in b’s life. unaware of the jealousy, b has grown tired of the series of petty arguments that a has been attempting to start with them more recently. of course, the issue being left unaddressed has only added fuel to the fire. a has moved on to underhandedly interfering with b’s relationship in an effort to get their best friend back. (toxic bffship. one can’t handle the other having outside relationships (whether theyre romantic or platonic idk) so they scheme n make issues) luma, elizabeth or angel as muse a. luke or zach as muse b.

09. though they had always been friends, a & b grew especially close at the beginning of last year, often ditching their friendship group to go on their own adventures. on one of their messier summer nights, they slept together. the affair continued for months before they finally agreed to end it, though they only really stayed away from each other due to the fight that followed the conversation. despite their ruined friendship, a & b are forced to work together to keep the secret buried as their group grows more and more suspicious of them. (two people within a squad who went from being friends to lovers to enememes. they cheated on their s/os at the time. even tho they’re mad at each other, they’re still friends with both the exes (or current partners if any of them are still together) so they’re trying to keep their drama secret. the friendship group/partners could be other muses but also npc ? so much easier) luma, zach, paris, helena, ajay or gia as either muse.

10. committed to enmity, a & b have never let their mutual friends get in the way of their hatred for each other. there are very few events they consider important enough to save the argument for later, no strangers to bickering over brunches and formal dinners. though both refuse to give any real reasoning for their beef, everyone has their own idea. a & b grew tired of waiting for the other to apologize for the drama, deciding they’re beyond ever becoming friends. (enemies that are always being forced together by their mutual friends, detailed backstory could be developed) luma, mari, tomas, zach, ajay, helena, angel or anyone rlly as either.

11. always swearing the other was the love of their life, everyone was shocked at the demise of a & b’s very public relationship. though a appeared to deal with this much better than b, moving on to a string of hookups soon after the breakup, neither made any attempt at trying to play civil for the sake of the group. it wasn’t until just recently, when they were forced to be alone together for the first time in over a year, that they began to talk. a warm friendship quickly blossomed, though awkward moments are neither few nor fleeting as unresolved heartbreak hangs in the air. (lovers finally turned friends w a nice touch of angst) luma or zach as muse a. aja, helena or luke as muse b.

12. though a & b often claim that their beef is simply due to conflicting personalities, it’s quite clear that their separate histories with the same people play a huge part in their inability to get along. the extremity of this differs day to day, sometimes acting as frenemies exchanging snide remarks, to full blown screaming matches that secretly entertain those around them. everyone else has come to accept the fact that the two have no interest in forming a genuine friendship. (2 ppl who hate eachother bc of a mutual ex. could be an npc or another muse) tomas, percy, rosie or alanis as either.

13. a & b were quick to become best friends and have never been anything else since the day they met. for them, it’s nice knowing that someone always has their back no matter what goes on in their lives, but the rest of their friends aren’t so fond of them together. others often complain that they’re tired of the two always getting involved and fighting each other’s battles. as life forces them apart more and more often, they’ve begun to wake up to the codependent nature of their friendship. (codependent bffs that need to cool it but just love each other so dang much it ain’t easy) aja, zach or elizabeth as either.

14. a & b were always a ‘will they, won’t they’ situation to those around them, one always being interested in the other at the wrong time. they often joke about all the missed opportunities and behave as if they’re fine just being friends, but with the mutual crush returning stronger than ever before, they know it’s only a matter of time before they have to sacrifice either their friendship or their other relationships. (right there . a will they/wont they kinda relationship. one or both would have to have a lil smth going on w/ another muse or npc for the drama) constance, rosie, arabella or ajay as either.

15. after the demise of a long relationship, a began hooking up with b. the agreement was that they’d be friends with benefits and nothing else, b even writing up a list of rules for a to abide by. unsurprisingly, it didn’t last long before a was falling hard for b. no real interest in a relationship with the other, b cut a off completely. a had no choice but to attempt to move on. since then, a has never attempted to play nice with b, who so coldly broke their heart. (fwb turned enemies !!) wes, arabella, luke or beck as muse a. alanis, tomas or luma as muse b.

16. when a felt as though all their relationships were falling apart, b was there to comfort them. what was intended to be just a shoulder to cry on grew into a pure and satisfying friendship that exceeds all expectations. people often pressure the two to date and they won’t deny they’ve each had a desire to do so at different times, but they’ve dismissed these feelings as passing crushes. (platonic, fleetingly romantic) wes, aja, paris or zach as either.

17. a & b are about as different as two people can be, proving that opposites do not always attract. a makes no effort to hide the fact that they think lowly of b, while b isn’t afraid to put a in their place. there are a few, rare moments between arguments where they’ll feel bad for what was said and maybe even share a laugh, but this never lasts long before they’re bickering about something else. (negative) rosie, elizabeth, tomas, mari, helena, arabella or percy as a. wes, zach, paris or gia as b.

18. once a realized people always want what they can’t have, they quickly covered up their long-term crush on b and began giving them the cold shoulder. not much time went by before b took the bait, discovering a new interest in a. they’ve been playing this game of cat and mouse for quite some time, though neither are willing to throw in the towel. despite pretending otherwise, a enjoys the attention, but they’re looking for commitment, and they’re well aware that b is just looking for fun. (romantic (kinda)) aja, arabella or helena as a. rosie, percy or luma as b.

19. ‘ride or dies’ is the term most would use to describe a & b. together, they’ve been through more than most people can imagine. surely, you would think, there has to be a line you’d draw, even when it comes to your best friend. a & b, however, are dangerously committed to each other. it doesn’t matter what one says or does, the other will always have their back without a second thought of the consequences. (another pair of dumbass bffs) angel, zach, paris, gia or luma as either.

20. a & b never really got along, always failing to understand what their friends saw in the other. unlike other people within their group, they were always good at remaining civil for everyone else’s sake, but it’s grown increasingly difficult. following a recent blow up, a & b have realized that what they share may no longer be disinterest, both secretly blaming the argument on sexual tension. (enemies that wanna [ b vc ] smex it) rosie, natalya, ajay or alanis as either.

21. it was just luck that a & b ended up at the same resort on vacation years ago, agreeing to make the most of it. somewhere between sneaking out at night and away from their families during the day, the two fell in love. it seemed perfect and a couldn’t imagine anything better, which is why they were so shocked when they got home and b acted as if nothing happened between them and began dating someone else. while a never cried over b, they had an extremely difficult time getting over b. (exes) mari, bobbie, gia or paris as either tbh. cici as b.

22. just because a & b can’t say exactly when and how they wound up in an exclusive relationship, doesn’t mean it’s not important to them. what was meant to be just another fling escalated into something serious quite naturally, though there are some shared moments where they feel as if they’re back to being nothing more than friends. too distracted by their own outside interests to commit to solving these currently minuscule problems, the two risk destroying their relationship. (ppl who are dating but sometimes it seems like they’re nothin more than friends. could be poly!!) zach, luke, paris or aja as either.

23. a & b are always getting accused of being frenemies by those around them, and they’re unlikely to reject that idea, even when they’re together. for as long as anyone can remember, the two have traded petty insults and pressured one another into terrible ideas. still, no matter how bad things get, they continue to spend every other day attached at the hip, trying to get the other into trouble. (another frenemy plot just w more headassary) gia, percy or luma as either.

24. both strong personalities on their own, a & b together are a force to be reckoned with. the two had a strong friendship, always supporting each other, until they both admitted their deepest secrets. when they sobered up, they decided they’d made a mistake, but weren’t willing to talk about it. now burdened with another secret that could hurt others, as well as knowing the other could ruin their own relationships at any moment, the pair have no idea how to act around each other. (basically friends who arent on the best terms rn after finding out each others deepest n darkest secrets which would have to be worked out obviously) tomas, natalya or mari as either.

25. much to their disgust, people are always asking a & b if they are related due to their constant bickering. after dating for years, the two felt they grew to know each other too well, ending the romantic relationship to just be friends. staying true to their word, they have remained incredibly close. whenever one has an embarrassing question or a disgusting story to share, it’s the other they text. they figure there’s no harm done as they’ve already seen each other at their worst. (romantic turned platonic) gia, bobbie, zach or beck.

26. a year ago, a would have done anything for b, believing they had the perfect, fairy-tale romance going on. truthfully, it was almost perfect, which is exactly why b felt the need to screw it up before they got too deep. in the long run, the carefully considered decision to cheat on a ended up hurting b just as much. now that a has moved on and is comfortable in b’s company again, they’ve begin to regret the loss. despite their previous fears, b has become determined to win a’s affection back. (romantic. angsty . whom knows) arabella, bobbie or luke as a. rosie or tomas as be.

27. a & b are described as being a package deal. you get both or you get none, one rarely being seen without the other. the best friends are known to take spontaneous trips without notifying anyone else, sometimes putting them at odds with the rest of their friends, who the two often accuse of being jealous of their friendship. because of their commitment to one another, a’s social life suffers due to b’s preference for staying in and hanging out one on one. while a tries to be understanding of b’s situation they can’t help the feeling of resentment that grows every time they turn down another invitation to stay at home with b. (best friends who have conflicting ideas of fun) bella, alanis, paris, percy or luma as a. wes, zach, natalya or helena as b.

28. a & b have become known for club hopping all night and drinking too much when together, often forcing them to cancel plans with their other friends the day after. because of this, everyone else has grown to dislike the pair’s friendship, but that only forces them closer together. it’s true that all they really do together is encourage each other’s bad habits, but they’re too busy having fun to notice. (again. pals who need to sort their priorities out but will they ? probably not.) luma, elizabeth, percy, cici or constance as either.

29. for years, a & b have been confusing others with their constantly changing relationship status. they will spend a few months in an exclusive relationship, a few months in an open relationship, then a few months apart, only to go back and start all over again. currently on their third month of being together, everyone is watching and waiting for the cracks to show before walking away from the relationship yet again. (break up..make up.. total ..waste of.. time) zach, paris, mindy or gia as either.

30. often labeled as high school sweethearts, a & b have been serious for years. for a long time, the two shared an extremely conventional relationship, both very happy with their situation. however, with their lives changing in recent years, changes to the relationship were unavoidable. both feel neglected by the other more often than not, but whenever an issue is brought up, it only leads to an argument. while everyone else expects the two to get engaged any day now, a & b often question if they still really want to be together. (they dont actually have 2 be high school sweethearts just a couple thats been together ... for a long while n things are getting rough.) arabella, ajay, beck, zach or aja as either. alternatively could be an exes plot n a few yrs after the breakup n i can offer rosie, helena, natalya & luke on top of the others.

31. once close friends, a & b drifted apart when other relationships got in the way. even though they saw a lot of each other following, things between the two have been tense for years. after sharing a kiss in a silly game at a recent party, a & b were able to have a laugh together for the first time in forever. since then, their friendship has been on the mend, but this may not be a good thing. with both noticing some romantic feelings growing them, they suspect that their relationship may come to an uglier end this time. (ex pals turned crushes who truly are not compatible) bobbie, beck, zach or rosie as either.

32. a & b’s relationship is only a few months old, and the two are still very much in the honeymoon phase of things. flashing their pet names and exciting dates on instagram, they’ve convinced themselves that things are perfect. however, a appears to have taken the agreement that things between them should remain as relaxed as possible a little more seriously than b would have liked. a often fails to invite b to certain events and outings, assuming they would prefer not to go anyway. this grates on b’s nerves, who is beginning to feel that a doesn’t spend enough time with them. (a new relationship struggling between being casual n legit) paris, aja, ajay or gia as a. arabella, zach or beck as b.

33. despite already knowing each other, a & b weren’t all that close before hooking up. their friends with benefits arrangement lasted for months before they began seeing other people more seriously. since calling it off, the two have remained incredibly close, leading others to believe that their relationship is more than platonic. (fwb turned just friends but like ... there is potential) wes, angel, bobbie, ajay, zach or rosie as either.

#smoke:wanted #no proofreading we die like men

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officergrimes-daddydixon · 8 years ago

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S7EP12 Daryl x Reader

Note: GUYS IM SO SORRY FOR ALL THIS DELAY IN MY WRITING IM TRYING MY BEST! ALSO OMG MY WIFI ISNT COMING BACK UNTIL THURSDAY NOW FML OKAY ENOUGH ABOUT ME ENJOYYYY!!!

Warning: angst, smut! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

As you drove down the country lane you thought about how you had gotten so far. Your group was so strong, always taking out anyone who tried to hurt you, so why couldn’t you do that with Negan. He had the group wrapped around his finger but you had a plan. You were ready to go to war, you already had the Hilltop on your side. Now you just needed the Kingdom and the new group, the Scavengers, to join you. You were already half way there with the that group, you were out getting more guns for them right now, and Daryl knew the perfect place to find them.

“Take a left down there” he grumbled.

You did as he said and stopped the car as soon as you saw the walkers inside the abandoned school carnival. The best part was that they were military, meaning they were bound to have heavy machinery.

“Jackpot!” you said, smiling from how many weapons you could see. “Hopefully they’ll still have ammo”

“Let’s hope so, or else this is a damn waste of time” Daryl said, grabbing his crossbow from the backseat and getting out the car. You joined him and made sure not to slam the door after you.

You looked up at the small school in front of you. “We could climb over that to get to the other side” You said, raising your hand to your eyes to block out the sun.

“That’s what I was thinking”

“I thought it first” you teased, making him laugh, that was something you hadn’t heard in a while.

Daryl bent down on the floor and put his hands out like a platform. “I’ll boost you up” he said. You nodded and placed your foot in his hand before he stood up, lifting you higher and making you able to grab onto the side of the structure. You pulled your body up as far as your arms would allow you and you lifted one knee onto the roof, your other leg following. Now lying on your belly, you reached a hand down and grabbed Daryl’s crossbow from him, placing it beside you before grabbing his hand and helping him up.

You both took a minute to catch your breath and look across the area of land. Walkers were scattered across the place, all of them wearing a US Army uniform, guns were strapped to their backs and for the first time you were happy to see so many walkers.

“Come on” Daryl said, stepping forward. You followed behind him and then it all happened so fast. Daryl took a step forward and you did the same, making the whole roof collapse beneath you. You landed on your back next to Daryl. Both of you looked at each other in shock before looking around at where you had fallen. There were rows of shelves, all stacked with canned foods and MRE’s. You looked back at Daryl and you both started laughing. You had just found a shit ton of guns outside and now all this food. Either you were dreaming or today was your lucky day. Once your laughter had died down you looked down at the floor.

“I haven’t heard you laugh in so long” you said, your voice quiet.

“There aint been a funny situation like this in ages” he replied, his voice going back to its usual bluntness.

You nodded your head and started to stand. “Come on, lets clean this place up” you said. You helped Daryl from the ground and started to get to work. ******

Daryl had placed out two mattresses on the floor and you fell back on one. Your body ached from the fall earlier, and you and Daryl had raided the shelves, shoving all the food into your bags, the rest you had eaten.

“I don’t think I’ve felt this full in my whole life” Daryl said, sitting on the mattress next to you.

“Me too” you laughed.

You looked over at Daryl to see he was already staring at you. No words were exchanged but you both felt the connection building between you. He moved forward onto your mattress and placed his lips onto yours. Your hands slowly made their way to his hair and you stroked it gently. Your mouths worked together in unison and soon enough Daryl used his mouth to open yours, your tongues colliding together as the kiss became more intense. Daryl pressed his body against yours and you could feel his hard on pushing against you. You reached your hands down to the hem of his top and you pulled it off his body, your lips barely breaking away from each other. Daryl moved his kisses down to your neck, making sure to suck at your sensitive part as he knew you liked it. His hands roamed down to your shirt and you lifted your back up, your body touching his as he took your shirt off. You let out a small moan as you felt Daryl’s teeth graze against your skin. He started to move down your body, he left a trail of kisses down your chest and then your stomach, all the way to the start of your jeans. He slowly undid the buttons and you helped him take them off by lifting your butt up. When they came off Daryl sat up and franticly started to undo his belt, he wanted to feel you so badly, he didn’t want to wait any longer. You bit your lip as you watched him take it all off, revealing his hard on to you.

Your eyes connected and you smirked at him. He grinned and immediately his lips were back on yours. You hastily took your panties off and Daryl grabbed his cock. Slowly, he slid himself along your slit, collecting your juices and making you more wet. You moaned at the touch and Daryl continued kissing your neck. You felt his cock move lower and finally he entered inside you, pushing himself slowly all the way in. You both stayed silent at first, and when he was fully in you both let out a low moan. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers digging into his back as he thrusted at a fast but steady pace. This wasn’t the usual rough fuck you’d have with him at Alexandria, this was slow, meaningful and passionate. It was a side of Daryl that came out very rarely.

He moaned into the crook of your neck and his hands reached under your back, rolling over he pulled you on top of him. You laid down against his body as you kissed his neck, his warm hands exploring your back. Daryl was thrusting inside you at a different angle now, every thrust hit your sensitive spot and you could feel yourself getting closer to release.

“I’m close” you whispered placing a kiss on his lips.

“I know, me too”

He started moving faster and soon his thrusts became sloppy. You moaned out as your high washed over you and sent you into a pleasurable state. You enjoyed the feel of every movement inside of you, and soon Daryl came too, grunting at your walls closing around him. You collapsed on top of him and then rolled to the side. You both took a minute to come down from your highs before you spoke.

“Now I’m seriously tired” you laughed, draping a hand across his chest as he pulled the sheet up just enough to cover your lower bodies. He planted a kiss on your forehead and you both fell into a deep sleep. ******

You had taken out about six walkers on your side of the small carnival. You and Daryl had separated, you went to the funhouse whereas he decided to take out the ones near the Ferris wheel. You stabbed the last walker in the head and looked over at Daryl to see the walkers starting to push on his gate, it wouldn’t be able to hold for much longer. Before you could think, the gate broke and dropped to the floor. You watched Daryl sling his crossbow over his shoulder as he started to climb the big wheel.

“Hey! Over here!” You shouted, trying to get the walkers’ attention. “Fresh meat over here come on!”

They weren’t listening, they were too occupied with getting Daryl. You swore under your breath before jumping over your gate and running over to the Ferris wheel. You stabbed one walker in the back of the head, but it was useless as you watched Daryl lose his footing and drop to the ground.

“Daryl!” you screamed.

You heard the walkers moaning and start to crowd around him. You dropped your knife and stared at the view in shock. Your face was still as you watched them tear up his body. He was gone, that was it, no more Daryl. You tried to wrap your head around that idea, you took a step closer but you dropped to your knees, your legs were too weak from fear and shock. Tears were now streaming down your face but you didn’t feel sad. You didn’t feel angry, or destroyed or happy. You were just numb. You continued to watch the walkers when you heard a gunshot, and then one walker fell on its back, dead. You looked around for a second, not knowing where the bullet came from but you couldn’t see anyone. Another fired and you looked in the direction of the sound. Coming out from a few boxes was Daryl. Your heart skipped a beat and you quickly stood from the ground. He was shooting at the walkers one by one, and you joined him, grabbing your pistol and firing shots.

Once they were all taken out, you saw that what they were eating was a deer, not Daryl. You looked over to him and he was breathing heavy, sweat dripping down his face. You covered your mouth with your hand as you let out more tears, overwhelmed by the sight of him. You thought he was gone. You ran up to him and he picked you up in his arms, hugging you closer to his body as you both embraced each other. He thought that was the last time he would see you as well, he thought he was going to die until he saw the stack of boxes which hid him easily.

He set you back down on your feet but you both stayed locked together. “I thought you were dead” you cried into his shoulder.

“I aint leaving you, ever” he said, stroking the back of your head.

You brought yourself away from him and wiped at your tears. “Let’s get the guns and go” you said, going back to pick up your knife and working with Daryl to collect the guns for Jadis, ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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