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cashmoneyyysstuff · 7 months ago

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HEAR ME OUT

“Don’t you think I’m scary?”

“Scary? My god you’re divine”

AHHHHH

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I love two lovestruck idiots who don’t know they’re in love w each other and it’s grumpy German shepherd x golden retriever 😻😻

PLEAAASEE german shepherd x golden retriever is one of my faaavvv tropes OAT !! it’s so so adorable and especially with katsuki cus i know he just thinks he’s so scary ! i got a lil idea after the recent manga chap that just came out, so this might be a liiiiiittle super small spoiler but i think its so cute ! hope you enjoy anon tysm for the ask ! much luv xxx

fem reader, super duper minooor spoiler but katsuki has stitches !, mutual pining, idiots in love, soft katsu (cus he has to be but also cus he’s whipped) (but hes still a little piece of shit) reader is a lil sweetie, short lil fluffy fic, touchy katsuki bc i cannot help myself, lmk if i missed anything else !

before the war, bakugou had made a lot of new little habits.

he’s made it a habit of waiting for you to head out of class so you could walk together. he’s made it a habit of sharing just a portion of his lunch with you, because apparently he’s constantly been making too much, ignore the fact that he only let’s you have those ‘extra’s’ that doesn’t mean anything.

he’s made it a habit of carrying around an extra water bottle with him because you always forget to keep yourself hydrated after training, he’s also made it a habit to scold you for it endlessly. he’s ruthless even as you whine about how mean he is, saying that “he wouldn’t need to be on your ass so much if you just remembered to grab your damn bottle.” he ignores the fluffy feeling in his heart and tells you to shut up when you tell him that he always has your back anyway, swiftly looking away from you and cheeks turning red.

and since you're on the way to his house, he's made it a habit of walking you home. you call it hanging out after school, he calls it 'just making sure you don't get lost somehow..hah ?! don't ask me how ! your dumbass would probably find a way to !'

anyway, he's made it his mission to grace you with his presence every day after school. you always bid him a cheery goodbye, "see you tommorow !" you say, and he always looks forward to it, even when he turns away, nonchalantly throwing you a quick wave over his shoulder.

usually you wake up at completely different hours, so he doesn't pick you up the morning. you always wished you could see him first thing in the morning, but seeing him waiting by the school gate's was more than enough to make your heart soar, you were more than happy with that.

but today you can finally go back to school. after dealing with non stop fighting for what felt, and probably was, hours and hours on end during the events of the war. and being stuck in the hospital for a few weeks, it feels nice to wear your school uniform and feel somewhat normal again. you'd get to see all your friends again and you'd official be a second year. you smile softly to yourself in the mirror.

katsuki had sent you a text a few minutes ago. he'd asked if you were almost ready, and you'd responded that you were only for him to leave you on read. you didn't mind much and shrugged it off.

but today, when you walk out the door, you see katsuki waiting for you on the sidewalk.

you blink twice, eyes widening. katsuki turns and looks up from his phone screen at the sound of the door he also blinks, although he's more unbothered then you as he simply stands up, pushing himself off his knees with a groan "took you long enough." he drawls. his eyes are warm and his lip twitch just the slightest bit at your expression "thought you'd keep me waiting forever."

"katsuki !" you exclaim, eyes still wide "what're you doing here ?!" you quickly walk to him, standing close enough to see the marks on his face, and the unmistakable stitches on his cheek.

he raises a brow like you're crazy, tilting his head "m'walking you to school."

"bwuh-are you even allowed to go to school ?" you sputter, realising he had his school uniform on, you liked it when he started making it a habit of wearing his tie more often. katsuki grumbles at your worries "shouldn't you be in the hospital ?" he scoffs at your fretting, but his eyes soften as he leans in closer to you. you see his battle scars better that way. you gulp at the sudden proximity, he's never been shy about getting in people's faces, although it was never meant to be intimidating when he did it with you, if the pink tint of his cheeks meant anything.

"doc said it's fine as long as i keep quiet.." he scoffs after finishing the sentence, rolling his eyes and causing you to giggle. hearing the sound he hadn't heard in what felt like ages made him sniff in amusement. you reach for his hand then, and he doesn't take his eyes off you while intertwining his fingers with yours. both your eyes shining with longing and affection for the other. you smile brightly at him and even though the doctors had told him to be careful with his heart, it seemed you were gonna make that hard for him. it didn't matter though, he was always up for a challenge.

pulling him along, you decide to tease him "guess that means you're gonna have to be on your best behaviour today, huh ? so you can't go gettin' mad at kaminari for no reason !" you playfully scold.

he rolls his eyes at the mention of your friend, though he doesn't hold back his smirk, he's definitely more open then he was compared to when you'd first started school. thinking about how far you've come together makes you happy, but it also feels bittersweet. "dunce face s'the who keeps pissin' me off, not my fault he can't handle it." you snicker and he snorts in amusement, squeezing your hand and making butterflies squirm around in your stomach. you don't mention the tight grip he has on your hand, probably because you're gripping his just as tight with no intention of letting go anytime soon. you probably look like a couple to the people walking by, you realise. and the thought does not displease you at all, far from it. it makes you a little too happy.

"behave." you squeeze his hand.

"i do." he growls, squeezing back, "he keeps trying me." you respond with a snort. your eyes occasionally fly towards his face, to the stitches on it more specifically. he's caught you looking multiple times on the way to the bus stop, not like you were exactly being subtle. your stare makes him nervous and he decides to finally confront you about it when you get to the bus stop.

"spit it out." he says, hands clammy in your grip, he hopes and prays you don't notice because it's so unbearably embarrassing to have to admit he was worried about what you'd think about his new look. he'd been anxious on your doorstep but you didn't give him much of a reaction, too shocked to even see him at the time, but your constant shifty glances made all the anxiety crawl back up again. so he speaks, keeping these distracting and frankly irritating thoughts to himself just irritated him.

you blink, humming curiously. katsuki grumbles to himself, keeping his eyes from yours. "ya keep staring at me, so what's up ?"

"it's strange seeing you with stitches." you answer bluntly. usually, he likes how honest you are, but right now it does nothing but stress him out. "i heard you messed your face up pretty bad, but i'm glad it didn't leave too much of a nasty scar." you muse. katsuki hums but his eyebrows furrow as he catches your last words, he's a little pissed off that you'd heard about what happened during the war. he'd wanted you to know as little as possible to keep from worrying you, or at the very least he'd wanted to tell you himself. he'll make sure to thoroughly question his fuckass friends later. of course, it also could've been her.

"..how'd you-"

"your mom told me."

he grunts. of course, it was his mom.

that damn hag..

"of course." he mutters bitterly. you don't respond, and to him that's all the answer he needs. a pit settles in his stomach.

"yeah, it's weird, isn't it ?" he agrees bitterly, unconsciously tightnening his grip on your hand. "it looks kinda creepy, right ?"

"what do you mean ?" his jaw tightens " i mean..like, on my face..." he sputter and mutters to himself, unable to properly say what he wants. you understand him though and immediately you turn till your face to face with him. your expression determined as you grab his other hand, both of his scarred hands now in your grip. his eyes widen in shock, embarrassment creeping up on him.

"there's nothing wrong with your face, katsu." you reassure, you'd made it a habit of calling him all those stupidly endearing nicknames, and it doesn't help taming the blush on his face slowly bleeding onto his cheeks. he pouts, fixing his gaze onto you and towards the floor.

"but doesn't it look..i dunno," he mutters, suddenly feeling self conscious "scary ?"

"scary ?" you tilt your head, he squints and looks away.

"i guess." he grunts with a nod, trying to save face. obviously it doesn't work by the look on yours. you're always so bubbly and sweet, he hates seeing such a pained expression on your face. you tug at his arms to get him to look at you "scary ? there's nothing scary about you.." you say sweetly, shaking your head. "i personally think you look really cool.." you mutter. katsuki feels his face heat, but his heart soars nonetheless. his eyes have been stuck wide for a second.

cool.

you think he looks cool.

"i was just wondering if they hurt ?" he tilts his head back in thought at that. instictively running his tongue on the inside of his cheek.

"nah, just felt weird when they were numbing it. but i didn't feel a thing." he shrugs, he suddenly smirks, the stitches being pulled up by the movement "wanna touch em ?" he teases, pulling you closer by the grip he still has on your hands. your eyebrows shoot to your hairline and he barks out a laugh.

"i-i can't do that ! what if i touch them and they come loose or something !" katsuki rolls his eyes at your jittering, using the hand still in his grip to bring it near his cheek, you desperately pull back and his evil smirk widens.

"katsuki, no !" you protest. he cackles meanly.

"it's fine." he insists, your pointer finger grazes his cheek and you turn your head away.

"i don't wanna !" you shake your head, your shoulders shaking as you hold back a giggle.

"yn. you're fine." he insists. he'd made it a habit of calling you by your first name after you'd started hanging out more. you called most of your friends by their first names pretty quickly into the year, your cheeriness making it easy for you to get along with everyone but you always were a little on guard with katsuki at first. he'll never admit it, but he was a little jealous that you'd call everyone in your shared friend group by their first name except for him. the sweet bubbly tone in your voice when you called for sero or kirishima made a nasty feeling bubble up in the pits of his stomach he'd desperately tried to push away. until one day he'd snapped during your group outing at the mall (outing he was coerced into going to by kirishima after finding out you where going too)

he'd regretted how whiney and bitter he sounded at the time, but he thinks it was worth it every time you'd look at him and say his name so sweetly, definitely worth it, as embarrassing as it was. and he'd started calling you by your first name too shortly after. all your friends do, but it felt so, so different with him.

finally your fingers make contact with the staples on his cheek. you peek up to look at him then. you run your fingers across them ever so softly, making sure not to hurt him. katsuki slowly let's go of your hand. unmoving and unnervingly still as you take your time scanning his face.

"so ?" he raises a brow, smirk slowly melting into a softer smile as he sees you smile to yourself.

"it's..not bad.." you tentatively start, still too worried to move too suddenly. he hums playfully. "and you don't feel it at all ?" you ask

"at all." he softly shakes his head. you don't realise you've gotten closer to his face but he sure has, and you end up realizing a little too late, but neither of you move away. you try to, but katsuki pulls you back in before you can get far. "do i still look cool up close ?" he jests, but there's some seriousness and vulnerability in his gaze. you smile warmly.

"yup," you say softly, you hear katsuki inhale sharpy, eyes never leaving yours "definitely still the coolest. not scary at all" you giggle, he rolls his eyes but chuckles. before you can question your positition or move away (or closer) to him you see the bus arriving in the distance. he notices it too and you share a look before you take a step back, smiling shyly at the floor while he keeps his gaze on the bus on the way.

until—

"OW, fuck !!"

your eyes snap up to see katsuki holding his cheek in his hand, your heart hammers and your eyes widen. you're next to him in two steps. "what, what—why-what happened ??!" you stammer, your hands reaching up to grab ahold of his face though you stutter, maybe it was your fault ?!

until—katsuki bursts out laughing. mean, but undeniably cute watery cackles that have you furrowing your brows in confusion until your jaw drops in realization.

the. asshole.

"you're not funny !" you whine, pushing at his arm although pushing might be the overstatement of the century. it could be more comparable to a nudge because even though he is an asshole, you wouldn't want to hurt him. even if he deserves it, you're better than that. you'll just think about hurting him.

katsuk chuckles breathelessly, grabbing your arm while you walk closer and stretch your arm out to signal the bus to stop. "it was funny, admit it !"

"you suck. you're the worst." scanning your bus ticket and walking ahead ignoring him, katsuki quickly scans his ticket and follows diligently behind you.

"you thought it was hilarious." he smirks.

"the absolute worst, the lowest of the low." you huff, ignoring the persistant heat of his eyes on you. he only snickers.

"i see you laughing."

today, you arrive to school with katsuki not at the school gates waiting for you, but walking together with you to start your new school year as second years. and you both hope you can make a habit out of this.

#thanks for the ask anon!#it was super fun to write and a fun way to come back from break !#bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugo fluff #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou imagine #bakugou fluff #katsuki bakugo fluff #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki x you #katsuki x y/n #bakugou drabble #bakugou x you #bakugou x y/n

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urmum-lovesme · 2 months ago

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Angel Baby - Rafe Cameron x Kook!reader P6

pairing: Best Friend!Rafe Cameron x Kook!Best-Friend!reader

summary: Rafe and Reader have known each other since kindergarten, always side by side, the king and princess of Figure 8. So why now does he start feeling different towards her, when all she's ever been is his best friend?

an: Hey ya'll. Sorry for the delay, I've been busy but this is super duper long (litch 10k). I decided to introduce someone new in this chpt, cause he's going to be c-r-u-c-i-a-l in the story later on guys. We get protective!Rafe and jealous!Rafe as well ig cause my man got a little competition. Poor y/n and her mom, I just wanna give her a hug. AND A REVELATION OMG I FORGOT HAHAHA RAFE GETS HIS ACT TOGETHER SORTA AND HAS AN EPIPHANY. Thank you so much for all the love this series has received I love you all so much.

warnings: dismissive mother, mention of sex, drug usage, smoking, alcohol, driving under the influence, feelings (so terrifying)

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The morning air was humid as Y/N’s trainer clad feet moved through the kitchen, putting her plates away from breakfast. The boys had insisted they all go golfing, so here she was getting ready to get picked up. Just as she was about to walk out the front door, she felt a familiar, cool hand on her arm.

“Y/N.”

She froze, sighing internally before turning to face her mother, who stood in the doorway, arms crossed and eyes narrowed. Her mother’s gaze immediately dropped to her skirt, a disapproving frown forming on her face.

“That’s what you’re wearing?”

Although her voice was steady, there was an edge to it. The unspoken criticism was clear in her tone. Y/N looked down at the white skirt, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. It wasn’t that short, but her mother always seemed to find something wrong with whatever she wore. It didn’t help that their relationship had been strained for months now, she’d realised that the older she got her and her mother seemed to drift further apart. Everything she did felt like a disappointment to her, and this was just one more thing to add to the list.

“It’s just golf, Mom,”

Y/N replied, trying to keep her tone light, but her irritation was starting to bubble up. Her mother’s eyes remained cold, assessing her daughter's appearance. “It’s... short.” The judgment was clear in her voice.

“You’re not going out like that.”

Y/N could feel the tension tightening in her chest, but she held her ground, “It’s not like I’m going clubbing, Mom. It’s just the guys.”

Her mother’s gaze hardened, and she took a step closer, lowering her voice. “You’re not a little girl anymore, Y/N, and I can’t keep covering for your mistakes.” She swallowed at her mothers words, mouth going dry.

“The gala tonight, you’ll be wearing something appropriate for that?”

Y/N’s stomach twisted. She’d completely forgotten about the gala, both her parents planning the event weeks in advance. She knew her attendance was non-negotiable, and it was always about looking perfect, being perfect. It felt suffocating.

“I know,” Y/N said, her voice quieter now, but still tinged with a hint of frustration. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to appease her mother or convince herself. Her mother didn’t seem satisfied with the answer, though,

“I expect you to be on time and present yourself well tonight, Y/N.” The girl shook her head silently as she looked down from the floor to the woman.

"Don’t embarrass me.”

There was no warmth in her words, no affection—just an icy expectation. Y/N clenched her jaw, forcing a smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “I’ll be there.”

Her mother nodded once, but her gaze lingered for a moment, before she turned back toward the kitchen. Y/N stood there for a moment, feeling the weight of her mother’s eyes still pressing on her. Then, she shook it off, pushing the nagging feeling in her stomach aside as she shut the door behind her.

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Rafe stood in the driveway, staring off into the distance, lost in his thoughts. The previous weekend had been a mess in his mind. He had felt guilty about how close he had gotten to Y/N, but he was also frustrated because it was all he could think about, the image of her on her knees lingering in his mind. She was his best friend, and yet, there was something different now, something he couldn't ignore. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening, making his head snap up. He watched as she stepped out of the house, her presence pulling him in like a magnet. Y/N pranced down the steps and walked up to the car, her steps light. She refused to acknowledge the awkwardness from the moment she had shared with Rafe last time,

That was just Rafe being Rafe

"Morning."

Rafe’s eyes couldn’t help but wander over her, his gaze lingering on the white skirt she wore and the bare skin of her legs beneath it. His stomach dropped slightly, and he quickly realized where his thoughts were heading. He snapped his eyes up to her face, trying to act normal,

“Morning.”

Y/N smirked, trying to lighten the mood, and asked,

“Ready to go, um… hit some balls?”

Her attempt at humor fell flat, but Rafe couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped him, a smirk tugging at his lips at her poor attempt at a joke.

“Not the best wording there, Y/N.”

"Whatever," she sing-songed, clearly unbothered as she slipped into the car. Rafe shook his head with a grin before getting into the driver’s seat, trying his best to push down the odd mix of feelings that swirled in his chest.

The scenery outside the car window blurred as Rafe drove toward the country club. Topper and Kelce had told them they'd meet them there, so it was just the two of them for now. The drive was silent- at least for Rafe. He tried to focus on the road ahead, but his eyes kept drifting over to her. She sat in the passenger seat, her legs on display, her smooth skin practically taunting him with every curve. He shifted in his seat, uncomfortable, but couldn't seem to stop himself.

“So… how’s your week been?” Y/N asked, her voice breaking the silence. She rested her head against the headrest, gazing lazily out the window, but there was an unreadable expression on her face. His eyes quickly moved up to meet hers. Their eyes locked, his tongue coming out to wet his lips.

“Yeah, good... not bad.”

“Mmhmm.”

Should I..?

Y/N turned her head toward him, her eyes curious. “How’s your…?” She hesitated, unsure if he'd want to talk about it, she decided to ask anyway,

“How’s your counselling going?”

Her question caught him off guard. Nobody had brought up his sessions, nobody but her knew about them, so a small part of him was pleasantly surprised that she had asked. He had expected to talk about anything but that today, yet hearing her ask made something shift in him- something softer, more vulnerable. He didn’t know whether to lie or tell the truth but in the end, he figured there was no point in hiding it from her. She was the one who had recommended the counselor to him in the first place, after all he trusted her more than anyone.

“It’s alright, I guess…”

He scratched the back of his neck. “I mean, it’s nice to talk to someone who’s not gonna judge me for once.” A soft smile tugged at her lips, her eyes bright with something like relief. “You’re doing better, Rafe,” she said, her voice gentle but full of sincerity. “I’ve noticed... .”

She’s noticed?

His eyes lingered on her for a moment, the smile on her face making him feel both grateful and undeserving. She saw the change in him, it was all he could do to not let the feeling of guilt swallow him whole. Here she was looking out for him, and he’d ended up lusting over her like a desperate animal.

“Yeah... I guess I am…” he muttered, his voice low, almost too quiet for her to hear. He didn't want to look at her now, not when the weight of everything was making him feel guilty.

You need to get it together.

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The club was relatively quiet as they walked onto the golf grounds. Y/N followed closely behind Rafe, her eyes scanning the peaceful surroundings while he led the way, his gear slung casually over his shoulder As they moved closer to the course, the sounds of the game became apparent- the sharp thwack of clubs striking golf balls, the low hum of conversation from a few scattered players. Every now and then, his hand brushed against hers as they walked side by side. Each fleeting touch sent a shiver through him that he couldn’t shake, a small jolt of electricity that shot up his arm. He fought the impulse to lace their fingers together, to pull her hand into his and savor the sensation of her skin against his. But he didn’t, couldn’t, because the idea of crossing that line between friendship and something more was terrifying.

Still, the desire was there, undeniable and persistent.

“Hey, I think they’re over there…”

Y/N spoke up, her voice drawing his attention. She squinted at a pair of figures in the distance before raising her brows slightly. “Wait... there’s someone else with them.” Rafe followed her gaze, his brow furrowing. Sure enough, Topper and Kelce were standing on the course, but there was another guy with them, Rafe didn’t recognize him.

“Who’s that?” he muttered, eyes narrowing as he studied the unfamiliar figure. Y/N shrugged, her curiosity piqued. “I don’t know. Let’s find out.” She started walking toward them, not bothering to wait for him. the boy rolled his eyes at her before he fell into step beside her, his eyes lingering on the unknown guy as they walked. As they neared, Kelce and Topper spotted them and waved in greeting, their faces lighting up as the two approached.

“Hey, guys!”

Y/N called out with a bright smile, her voice warm and easy as always, Kelce gave a playful grin,

“Nice of you to finally show up,”

He teased, strolling over to the girl his eyes flickered between her and Rafe, but he didn’t catch the subtle tension hanging in the air. Y/N shrugged casually, a mischievous glint in her eye.

“S’my fault actually,” she said, her gaze briefly flicking to Rafe before she continued. “Wasn’t sure if I wanted to go full glam today.” Kelce stared at her, eyebrows raised.

“Full glam? For golf?”

Y/N nodded seriously, not missing a beat. “Priorities.”

Kelce snorted in disbelief. “Right, because those extra few inches of eyeliner are gonna help you sink a hole in one.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at him, “you wouldn’t understand. It’s an art form.” Kelce chuckled at the girl raising his hands in surrender,

“Whatever you say, Pickaxe-o. ”

"It's Picasso dumbass."

Rafe’s eyes drifted to the unfamiliar guy again. Kelce noticed the subtle shift in Rafe’s gaze and raised a brow, clearly sensing the unspoken question. Her eyes rolled at him before they were drawn back to the boy standing slightly behind the two. His brown hair, soft and tousled in gentle curls, fell just the right way, framing his striking features: a strong jawline that gave his face a defined, almost sculptural edge, paired with dark eyebrows that framed his sharp, green eyes - there was something magnetic about them. She smiled at him, tilting her head slightly.

“I don’t think we’ve met…”

The boy looked over at Y/N, a smirk creeping onto his face at the question. “Nope, guess we haven’t,” he said, his voice smooth. He held his hand out between them.

“I’m Cooper.”

Y/N’s eyes widened as she processed his name, a small laugh escaping her. “Oh, you’re Cooper!” she said, realizing who he was. She remembered the conversation she’d had with the boys on her yacht a while back, the new Kook who’d moved from New York. She reached her hand out to him, her smile warm.

“Nice to finally meet you, I’m Y/N.”

Cooper took her hand, shaking it slowly, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Nice to meet you too, Y/N…”

He paused for a moment, his eyes flicking down to glance over her body for a split second before bringing them back to her face, the smirk still firmly in place.

“The boys have told me a lot about you.”

“All bad, I hope,” Y/N joked, watching as he pulled his hand away, folding his arms.

Well rumours true… he’s kinda hot

Cooper chuckled at her comment, “Oh yeah, absolutely,” he replied, sarcasm lacing his words as he smirked at her, he was clearly amused by the girl. Y/N let out a humoured breath at his words, yet just as she was about to say something more, she heard Rafe clear his throat behind her. She turned slightly, suddenly remembering he hadn’t met the boy yet.

It’s not that he wanted to dampen the mood but Rafe wasn’t necessarily enjoying watching the interaction between the girl and Cooper, but he couldn’t exactly put his finger on why. It felt weird watching his girl- his best friend- flirt with another guy in front of him, it was different when she was with girls, that’d never bothered him, he actually found it pretty entertaining. Maybe it was the way she was laughing so easily at whatever Cooper was saying, the way her eyes sparkled with amusement. She was his… she was his friend, and another guys attention on her was… weird to get used to.

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After their brief introduction, the five of them had taken the golf carts and driven a little further out on the course. Now parked up, Y/N sat in one of the carts, watching the boys in front of her as they discussed their swings.

Swings?

Was that it? She wasn’t really sure. She didn’t know much about golf- if she was being honest, she wasn’t really that interested in it. She’d just wanted to get out of the house for a while.

Rafe stood off to the side, quietly observing the trio as they debated different techniques, only half-listening. His attention kept flicking over to Y/N, who sat in the cart, looking bored. He couldn’t help but smile at the expression on her face, the girl looked like she was about to fall asleep.

"You got a little staring problem there, bud," she teased, raising an eyebrow at him. Rafe’s head snapped toward her, his eyes wide for a moment, like a deer caught in headlights. He quickly masked his surprise, but the slight flush creeping up his neck was enough to betray him. Rafe raised his own eyebrow,

“You’re one to talk Princess. I noticed you checking him out.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed just a bit as Rafe looked over to the brown haired boy who’s just swung his club through the air. She scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Rafe chuckled softly, clearly enjoying her reaction. He was pleased that he’d gotten under her skin a little. He started walking over to her, standing just by the side of her golf cart and looking down at her.

“You sure about that? You were staring at him pretty damn intently…”

Y/N shrugged, trying to act nonchalant, but her eyes flickered away as she bit down on her bottom lip to hide the smile that was threatening to break through.

He does have nice arms

Even though she wasn’t interested in golf, she had to admit she appreciated the view- every time Cooper raised his arms to swing, his muscles flexed, and it was hard not to notice.

Rafe’s gaze immediately shifted to her bottom lip as she bit down on it, she was trying so hard to hide her smile, trying to pretend she wasn’t checking out the guy right in front of him. But Rafe could see right through her, eyes having lingered on Cooper’s toned arms more than once. He wasn’t used to this feeling- this tiny twinge of jealousy that stirred in his chest.

“Well, you know…” Y/N said, her eyes drifting over to Cooper, who had just raised his hand to messily push his hair out of his eyes.

“I still think he’s a good addition to the group.”

He didn’t like the idea of her admiring Cooper like that. There was something unsettling about seeing her stare at the boy with that little spark in her eyes, like she was genuinely interested, maybe even impressed. And the more he thought about it, the more it irritated him. He tried to push the feeling aside, telling himself he was overreacting, but it lingered in the pit of his stomach, growing like a knot that wouldn’t untangle. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, then spoke to her with a sarcasm lacing his tone.

“Yeah, I’m sure he’s grea-”

"Hey, Y/N!" Cooper called out from where he stood, casually holding his golf club.

"Why don’t you have a go?"

Rafe’s head whipped around at the sound of the boy’s voice, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the two of them. A small part of him actually wanted Y/N to turn him down, to stay in the cart with him, where it felt more comfortable, more familiar. The idea of watching her swing a golf club- of watching Cooper teach her- was making him anxious in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

Say no.

Y/N tilted her head slightly, glancing at Cooper with a playful smile. "I don’t know how…" she shrugged, as if it were no big deal. Cooper’s smile deepened, and he moved closer to her, leaning in with a teasing look.

"I can teach you, come on," he said, his voice smooth as he looked down at her from where she still sat in the cart. He reached down and held his hand out toward her, the offer clear.

Say no.

Rafe’s lips pursed. He could feel his muscles tense as he watched Y/N look up at Cooper and, with a bright smile, take his hand. Her fingers curled around his, and she stood up, her smile still in place as she glanced back at Rafe.

Did she just fucking wink at me?

The way she casually took his hand and walked toward him, left a bitter taste in Rafe’s mouth. He felt an irrational pang in his chest, something heavy that made his stomach churn. Why did it bother him so much? It wasn’t like she owed him anything. She was allowed to have fun, to enjoy herself, to hang out with whoever she wanted. But the sight of Cooper walking with her, the casual way she interacted with him, the ease between them made Rafe feel like an outsider in his own skin.

“So what do I do?" Y/N asked, clasping her hands in front of her, her eyes curious but with a touch of uncertainty.

Cooper chuckled softly, a sound that sent a small thrill through her. He moved behind her, positioning himself so closely that she could feel the heat of his body radiating against her back. His arms reached around her, guiding her hands to the club.

"First, I need to make sure you’ve got the right stance," he murmured, his voice low. The warmth of his breath against her neck made her shiver slightly. It was subtle, but enough for Cooper to notice, a small thrill flickering in his eyes as he adjusted his hold on the club, Y/N couldn’t help the way her pulse quickened.

Well, this was going better than I expected

He chuckled again, clearly enjoying the way her breathing hitched as his chest came even closer to her back. His arms were still wrapped around her, the contact making it hard to focus on anything else. "Good," he said, his voice lowering even further.

"Now, all you have to do is take a swing but keep your eye on the ball."

"What if I miss?"

Y/N asked, glancing back at him over her shoulder. She could feel his hand still guiding hers on the club, his fingers brushing hers lightly. The contact was enough to make her palm grow slightly sweaty. Cooper smiled at her over her shoulder, his eyes flicking down to catch a glimpse of her face, noting the nervousness there. It was a sweet reaction, he found himself oddly drawn to it.

Rafe watched them from the cart, teeth grinding against each other, can which was in his hand now crumpled.

"It’s alright if you miss," he reassured her, his voice calm and steady. "I’ll teach you to get better." He paused for a moment, his smirk growing as he leaned in a little closer.

"Don’t be nervous. You’ll get it on your first try, swear."

Y/N couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her lips, her smile tugging at the corners,

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I promise." Cooper’s voice spoke out gently. His words seemed to settle in the space between them, his breath warm against her skin, she shivered

"Now try"

The command sent a rush of energy through her, his arms remained around her, his chest pressing lightly against her back as he guided her into position. She raised her hands, taking in a breath as she swung the club down toward the ball, the motion felt almost automatic now, as if his presence had guided her every move. The sharp crack of the club meeting the ball rang through the air, and for a split second, she held her breath.

Then the ball rolled forward in a straight line, across the course, a perfect shot.

"See?"

His words sent a thrill through her. His chest brushed against her back again, his presence overwhelming as he spoke softly,

"Told you, you could do it."

Y/N let out a little cheer as she took a step forward, her eyes fixed on the small ball that had soared across the grass. She couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face. She turned to face Cooper, folding her arms across her chest with a playful smile.

"Pretty sure that’s cause you did most of that," she teased, a laugh escaping her lips. Cooper chuckled, clearly unfazed by her teasing, he crossed his arms in a similar fashion, his gaze fixed on her with a confident, amused smirk.

"Alright, maybe I did do most of it," he admitted, the smirk never leaving his lips.

"But I still know you would’ve done a great job without me."

He paused for a beat, his eyes locking onto hers he added,

"And plus, I like helping pretty girls."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, an amused smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Is that so?" she replied, her voice light but with a challenge in her tone. The way he looked at her, so unbothered and confident, made her feel just a little bit flustered, though she’d never admit it.

It was hard to talk to Topper and Kelce about anything serious, Rafe was an exception sometimes, especially relationships. They were more about casual hookups- never about anything deeper, never about feelings; and now the idea of someone coming to the OBX, someone who didn’t know her as just the ‘Kook Princess,’ appealed to her more than she wanted to admit. Cooper watched her, his eyes catching the small smile that played at her lips. He couldn’t deny that he was drawn to her, something about the way she carried herself intrigued him.

“So have you been here your whole life?”

She cleared her throat as she shook her head at him a smile pulling at her lips,

“Yeah pretty much. Born and bread.” She joked as she looked over to the other guys.

“We’ve known each other for years, right Rafey?”

Rafe had been watching the whole scene play out between y/n and Cooper, his hands clenching into fists inside his pockets as he watched the guy get so close to her, putting his hands all over her as he helped her swing a damn golf club. At the sound of his name, he snapped out of his thoughts, bringing his head up to look over at the girl.

“Yeah, since we were kids.” She watched as the boy took a step closer to them, his presence lingering behind her.

“Yeah, since kindergarten,” she smiled towards Cooper, who suddenly seemed interested in their friendship. Cooper nodded his head as he listened to them speak, curiosity filling his tone as he spoke up.

“Since kindergarten? That’s a damn long time huh.”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed out. She suddenly felt Rafe's hand rest on her hip, his arm circling around her back. Her head turned to look at him in surprise at his sudden closeness.

okay?

Rafe’s hand gripped her hip as he stood behind her, his eyes watching as Cooper’s own gaze flicked down to the hand on her hip. Rafe moved forward to speak, and as he did, his chest pressed against her back, an obvious display of possessiveness.

“Yeah man, we’ve been best friends for years.”

She was surprised by the boy’s forwardness.

“Uh, yeah...” she mumbled out, looking at Cooper. He seemed to be amused by the boy's outburst of possessiveness.

“So your families are close?” Cooper questioned as he leaned against the golf cart behind them.

Rafe moved his hand from her hip down to her lower back instead, resting it just above her skirt. He knew what he was doing, the gesture obvious to everyone there.

“Yeah, our families have always been together- as long as I can remember.”

“Our fathers work together,” y/n added. He could sense the slight shudder that went through her body as his hand touched her lower back just above the hem of the material, his hand remaining on her lower back, his fingers occasionally brushing over the exposed skin there.

“Mhm, they run a successful business together.”

“Cameron Developments?” Cooper spoke up, looking at Rafe and starting to realize the type of authority he had on the island. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to join their clique.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Pride evident in his tone. He knew exactly how rich his family was, how much power his family name held on the island. He let the silence linger between the three of them before he spoke again.

“What about your family?”

“Law,” Cooper said. “We’ve come down from NY. My father owns a law firm back home. At the moment, he’s working with Topper’s family, actually,” he spoke out, gesturing to the boy who was still swinging at the golf balls with Kelce.

“Extending the branches.”

“Law firm hm” Rafe responded, shaking his head slowly. Y/n watched the boy in front of her as he spoke about his family, law wasn’t an easy thing to get into. But of all places why did they come down to the OBX?

That’s odd

“Why have you come down to the OBX?” she questioned curiously.

Cooper shrugged his shoulders slightly as he leaned back against the golf cart, a relaxed expression on his face.

“It was my dad’s decision, said he wanted to move to a smaller place, with fewer people for a while. Wanted to get out the city for a bit.”

“Right,” she nodded her head with a smile in his direction.

“Well, there’s always a space for you with us,” she said. She knew she probably should’ve double-checked with all the guys that they definitely agreed on the decision, but she didn’t care at the moment. She needed someone new. Cooper smiled back at her again, a small smirk forming on his face.

“Yeah? Is that an invitation?”

He spoke in a teasing tone, his eyes shifting from her to Rafe, and the small sign of possessiveness he showed with his hand still on her hip. “Definitely,” she spoke out. She added on waiting for the boy’s response,

“Right, Rafe?”

Rafe’s gaze flicked down to her hip where his hand still sat, his grip tightening again for a minute before he let his eyes return to her face. The small gesture of ownership went unnoticed by her, but Cooper definitely caught on. He could see that there was something going on between them.

“Yeah, of course…”

He said reluctantly.

The two boys looked at each other, a moment of silence passing. y/n cleared her throat as she took a step away from Rafe, feeling flushed by his proximity and the sudden tension between the two guys.

What’s he playing at?

She stepped towards the golf cart, bending over the seat slightly to reach the cooler on the floor and pull out a White Claw can. Rafe clenched his jaw slightly as she stepped away from him, putting a small bit of distance between them. His eyes fell to her as she leant over the seat of the golf cart to reach the cooler, the sight of her in that position making him bite down on his bottom lip as her skirt hiked slightly up her thighs. Cooper's eyes followed the girl, his gaze dropping down slightly as she leaned over the seat. Rafe noticed the boy’s eyes as they followed her, his body tensing slightly, the possessive feeling within him reaching out again.

He took a step forward, closer towards her, angling his body to be almost looming over her, blocking the y/n out of the boy's eye-line as she bent down to reach the cooler. She stood up straight, fiddling with the can, trying to open it. Her freshly manicured nails causing her a struggle.

If I chip these I swear

She let out a huff of irritation. Rafe chuckled quietly as he watched her struggle with the can and he couldn’t help himself as the words slipped out,

“You want some help, Princess?”

“Mmhmm,” she responded, holding out the can for him. He hummed softly again as he took the can from her, brushing against her fingers as he did so, before easily popping the tab. His eyes watched her again as she turned back around to face him, the can held out for her to take back.

“Thanks,” she murmured, taking a sip, the cool liquid running down her throat, a little dribble slipping past her lips and down her chin. His gaze fell to the small dribble of liquid running down her chin, the action making a smirk form on his face. He moved a step closer, bringing his hand up to gently catch the little bit of liquid with his thumb.

“Careful Princess, making a mess.”

She let out a hum at his words, his touch on her chin making her shiver slightly. They were brought out of their moment by the voice of the boy close by.

“I’ve got a free house tonight, you guys should come round,” Cooper spoke out, with Topper and Kelce turning to listen.

“Sure thing, man,” Topper spoke up, clapping the boy on the back. Kelce nodded along,

“For sure.”

Rafe raised his head from looking at y/n and turned towards Cooper, his eyes on the other boy as he spoke. He glanced back at y/n, who was still standing right next to him, her eyes on him as she took a small sip from the can in her hand.

“Yeah, sounds good,” he said in response to Cooper, his eyes briefly flicking back down to y/n. She remained silent for a moment. Her parents had planned the gala for some family friends tonight.

Well, they do business together, so are they friends or just coworkers?

But she didn’t want to say she couldn’t come... to be honest, she wanted to be there. Rafe caught the small hesitation from her in answering, sensing that there was something else going on, but he couldn’t quite tell what it was. He watched on silently as a few moments passed before she spoke up.

“I don’t know if I can make it,”

She spoke out, coming up to push her hair out of her face. “I have an event I need to be at tonight,” she rolled her eyes as she spoke, remembering the fuss her mother had made in the morning… His mind immediately jumped to the conclusion that she had plans with someone else.

You’re pretty toxic you know

He hated the thought of her with a different man, maybe in some fancy dress, having to act the perfect little princess for some people she didn’t even enjoy being around.

“That’s calm,” said Cooper. “Another time?”

She shook her head. “Yeah, definitely. You guys have fun though.”

“What kind of event is it?” Rafe asked her quietly, his eyes fixed on her as he spoke. She looked up before sighing out,

“Some stupid gala my parents are hosting. I’ll be stuck with my mom on my ass all night.”

He let out a small scoff of laughter.

“Yeah, I can imagine”

She shook her head as a smile tugged on her lips, “And my dress is so ugly,” she said out a laugh passing her lips. “My mom picked it out ‘cause apparently everything I wear is ‘too revealing and makes you look like a slut.’ ”

She lifted her fingers into little quotations as she spoke. He knew the girl had a rough relationship with her mother but she never opened up to him about it, more focused on comforting him after his dad makes another comment about his ‘disappointment of a son’.

“That bad, huh?”

“Sooooo bad,” she replied, sitting down into the golf cart behind her, a wide smile on her face in amusement. “I’m gonna look like I practice celibacy.”

Laughter escaped his lips at her statement, his eyes following her as she sat down. He took a few steps closer to the golf cart, standing right in front of her as he smiled down at her.

“You? Celibacy? That I really don’t buy.”

She shoved his shoulder back with a scoff, a smile still on her face. “Asshole.” The small shove of her hand against his shoulder barely even moved him, and it only made his smile grow, he spoke up again, his voice more teasing than before.

“What? I think we both know it’s true.”

“Whatever, you man-whore.”

She crossed her arms as she spoke out teasingly to him. His eyes widened slightly at her words, letting out a surprised laugh, a small smirk forming across his face, more teasing than before. His hands raised up in mock surrender,

“Hey! I thought you said I was your angel baby?”

“You’re so stupid.” She giggled at his comment, remembering the song she’d dedicated to him when she was dancing up on the table. He remembered it too, his eyes flashing with memory as he thought back to the night on the table. He couldn’t help the small grin that pulled at his lips, the memory still etched in his brain,

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She sat at the table by herself, most people standing around in groups. The suffocating dress caused her discomfort, making her want to rip it off as all the adults around her talked about their businesses’ success and developments. She was probably one of the youngest there, and she didn’t even know why she needed to be there. She wasn’t talking or listening to anyone. She pulled her phone out of her clutch, holding it on her lap as she opened the messages. She knew Rafe, Topper, and Kelce were all at Cooper's house, and she couldn’t help but feel resentment at the fact that she wasn’t there. She tapped on Rafe's contact, her fingers hovering on the keyboard, wondering if she should text him. Would he even answer, or was he too busy with the guys to check his phone? She decided against her negative thoughts and typed out the message quickly, sending it before she could second-guess herself.

Princess : Hey

She switched her phone off with a sigh, staring across the room at the groups of adults, feeling more isolated by the second. She had about three more hours at the gala, if she was lucky. The thought of being stuck here without anyone to talk to made her want to scream.

Rafe sat back on the couch between Kelce and Topper, a beer in his hand as they passed a blunt between each other. The room was filled with the haze of smoke. They were all having a good time, Rafe enjoying the buzz of the alcohol in his system. His phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket. He fished it out, his eyes immediately widening when he saw the name on the screen. He felt a mixture of surprise at her message, but also the small twinge of excitement lingered. He hadn’t heard from her all night, and now, there she was. He read the single word, letting it settle in his mind. He took another sip of his beer as he tapped out a quick reply, his thumb moving swiftly over the keyboard.

Rafey : what’s good

Her phone buzzed and she lifted it up to see what the boy had written.

Princess : Stuck at this suck ass gala

He read her reply and felt bad for the girl, hearing that she was stuck at some fancy event, in some shitty dress, having to play pretend for her parents and a bunch of stuffy rich assholes.

Princess : And they’ve cut me off from the bar

A small huff of laughter escaped him as he read her next message, picturing her there rolling her eyes, probably surrounded by a bunch of old people who all wanted to talk to her about her future.

Rafey : Damn.

Rafey : I’m sure I’m having just as good a time as you

Princess : wyd?

He took a quick look around the room, noticing Kelce and Topper both watching the TV on the wall with intent attention, and Cooper sitting in the armchair in the corner, mindlessly staring at the ceiling.

Rafey : TV and drinking beer.

Rafey : Nothing interesting

Princess : You smoking???

She typed out, curiosity gnawing at her. A small smirk grew on his face when he read her question, he glanced over at Topper and Kelce, the both of them exhaling a cloud of smoke from their lungs, before looking back at his phone and replying.

Rafey : Yeah why

Princess : Without me :(

She typed back as a small smile pulled at her lip. He could almost hear her voice, soft and playful. He quickly typed back, his fingers moving with a mix of affection and teasing.

Rafey : wish you were here princess

Her chest tightened at his message.

Princess : Me too

Princess : What’s Cooper's house like

The thought of her wanting to be there with them, made his heart thump heavy in his chest. He took a second to picture her here, and it nearly made him want to start the car and head towards her. He took another slow sip of his beer as he started typing out a response,

Rafey : pretty big

Princess : So he full kook then huh

He let out a huff of laughter as he read her words, because yes, the boy was definitely a fully fledged kook. His fingers moved quick when he typed out his response, curious to know how she would react to his words

Rafey : and you know what’s even better

Princess : what

Rafey : hot tub is fucking massive

Princes : He’s got you in his hot tub already huh

She typed out jokingly as she had to stifle a giggle to herself. A smirk curled his lips at her little tease, as he thought about how he’d much prefer her to be in that hot tub with her. He took a second to look around the room, noticing that no one was paying attention to him still before replying back.

Rafey : haha very funny

Rafey : no, I’m on the couch

Princess : everyone else

Rafey : Kelc is on the floor, pretty sure he’s in a coma.

Rafey : Tops basically asleep on the couch

Rafey : so I’m on my own here princess

Princess : Cooper

Rafey : I think he’s high on something stronger

She messaged, she bit her bottom lip gently now slightly nervous. She was praying he’d say no, he’d been working so hard on himself

Princess : Have you taken anything else?

He looked down at her question, feeling a slight twinge of guilt now. He hadn’t been thinking and had made it sound like he’d taken something stronger than just weed. He hadn’t touched anything else in months. He quickly typed up his response.

Rafey : Just weed.

Rafey : That’s all I’m taking.

Rafey : promise

Princess : mkay

Y/n let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in as she typed out slightly relieved.

Princess : So you and Cooper cool now?

Rafey : sure

Princess : That’s good

She messaged back happy they’d finally come to an agreement, she did know that it wasn't a yes, but it also wasn't a no. He took a small glance around all the guys now knocked out around him, still wanting to know what it was like at the party she was attending

Rafey : how’s the gala

Rafey : Everyone treating the Kook Princess nicely?

Princess : I’ve not spoken to anyone for the past 2 hours

His brows raised at her response. He felt his heart throb slightly at the thought of her sat all alone for two hours, watching as everyone else around her happily drank and socialised while she had spent the night by herself.

Rafey : that sucks

Rafey : Your parents not checking on you?

Princess : They don’t care too busy talking to investors

She rolled her eyes as she typed out, she just wanted to get out of the god forsaken venue but she had no way of getting home, her parents having driven her here. The fact that y/n’s parents hadn’t even bothered to check up on her once, just so they could keep their noses clean for their investors didn’t help Rafe’s slowly simmering irritation.

Princess : It’s fine

Princess : think I’m gonna book a taxi home

She typed out as she pushed her chair away from the table and stood up, taking her clutch with her. He read her words, the feeling of relief washing over him. He was glad she was going to finally get away from the place.

But the thought of her on her own, in the back of a taxi late at night, made him feel uneasy and nervous.

Rafey : do you want me to pick you up?

She paused as she looked down at her phone. Biting her lip gently.

He’d do that?

She felt bad asking the boy to come almost all the way to the other side of the island just ot pick her up when she was more than capable of going home by herself. But she couldn’t ignore the pull in the back of her mind telling her to say yes.

Princess : Idk I feel bad you’re with the guys

He could practically see her gnawing at her lip, a quirk she’d picked up over the years when she’d felt guilty or anxious, as she thought over his words. But he needed to know that she was safe, being driven by a random cab driver who could easily take advantage of her, in her dress- it made his skin burn.

Rafey : I don’t care about the guys, be fr

Rafey : I’ll leave now and come straight to you

Say yes

Princess : Are you sure?

Rafe : Y/n

Princess : well

Princess : d’you want me to send the address

Rafey : send it

His little typing bubble disappears momentarily after she sent her location to the boy, she looked up as she walked towards the exit, cold air hitting her as she pushed open the doors, her phone buzzing in her hand.

Rafey : omw

Rafey : be there in 20

She stood outside the venue, the sky now dark, wind blowing strongly, pushing her hair around. Her dress swayed around her ankles, heel clasped feet resting against the pavement. She’d told her parents she was leaving, her mother dismissive, too involved in a conversation with another woman. She looked down to the floor. Even though the dress was so covered up and she’d been complaining about it, at least now she’s warm. She knew that Cooper’s house was definitely further than twenty minutes away, so she hoped that Rafe wasn’t being reckless as he made his way towards her.

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It took him 15 minutes to drive to the venue, his car speeding along the streets as he tried to get to her as quickly as possible. As he pulled up to the venue, his eyes scanned the area, and his heart picked up the pace when he spotted her—standing alone near the entrance. She was leaning against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest, her head tilted downward slightly. Even from this distance, he could see the discomfort radiating from her. The fancy dress that had been picked out for her didn’t seem to suit her at all, her body language screaming that she was out of place. When she finally reached the car, her hands instinctively moved to straighten her dress, tugging at the fabric nervously as if it wasn’t quite right. Her movements were almost apologetic, like she felt bad for needing him to be there,

“Heyyyy”

She elongated as she opened the door looking at the boy sitting in the driver's seat with a small sheepish smile on her lips. He let his eyes travel up from her feet to the top of her head, noticing the soft cream coloured, flowy dress, the way it fitted loosely against her skin. He couldn’t deny his amusement at the dress, remembering what she had told him about her mothers comment. It wasn’t as ugly as the girl had complained, but it was certainly different to what she usually wore. it was much more formal, much more….. of her mother’s influence? He let out a low huff of air a small smile on his lips in humour,

“You look…- good.”

“Yeah yeah” she rolled her eyes as she got into the car shutting it behind her, “laugh it up alright.”

He laughed as he took one more look over her figure, thinking how cute she looked sat there in the dress, all frustrated,

“What? I’m not allowed to compliment you now?”

“Just shut up Rafe,” she rolled her eyes. He smirked at her annoyance, but he’d missed the sound of his name falling from her lips. He’d missed the way her voice made something in his chest stir, the way it sounded when she got a little frustrated.

“But you look so pretty though, princess”

“Don’t tease.” She groaned, throwing her head back against the seat headrest. He was loving this already, the way he could already tell she wasn’t in the mood to put up with his teasing and playing. That was the most fun part. Making her react.

“I’m not teasing. You look nice in that dress. And the heels?” He paused to look down at her feet for a split second, “a real good look.”

She looked down to her short kitten heels, which her mother had insisted were appropriate for the event. She shook her head now a small amused smile on her face,

“I look like someone’s grandma…”

He let out a soft laugh because yes, the dress, the shoes, the earrings, the necklace, everything about this look was something someone’s grandma would wear to a fancy party, maybe even her own sixty fifth birthday?

“Yeah you look just like someone’s little old grandma”

She huffed out at his teasing, her hands reaching down to undo the little buckles on the heels, slipping them off, her white manicured nails now contrasting the dark carpet of the car mat they rested on. She reached her hands up to her ears, taking the earrings out and chuckling them into the cup holder, her fingers fiddling with the necklace clasp pulling it off and doing the same to the jewellery.

Jesus

He couldn’t help but watch the way her fingers moved as she stripped herself of the accessories her mother had shoved her into. looked down at the pile of jewelry now sitting in the holder and let out another low hum,

“Better?”

“She’s so…" she shook her head at her mother’s dramatics, “I don’t even know why she dragged me with them and made me dress up into this stupid get up if I didn’t even fucking talk to anyone.” She sighed out, hand coming to rub over the arch of her brow.

“I just don’t get her sometimes.”

He could hear the frustration in her voice when she talked about her mother. He knew she wanted to get along with her, she wanted her mother to love her and treat her like a daughter, not just some girl she's been forced to live with, but for some reason it didn’t work. The woman could be completely uncaring and downright cruel most of the time. He felt his hand reach over to grab her knee and squeezed it gently.

“She’s difficult, yeah? Don’t know why she doesn’t realise having a daughter like you's a blessing”

Her features softened, the comforting words warming her. She looked over to the boy with a small smile on her face, his side profile lit up by the streetlights they drove past. He could feel her eyes on him as he drove, burning against his skin, but he kept his eyes fixed on the road. His hand remained sitting on her knee, the warm skin a pheasant weight on his palm. He squeezed it again in comfort, giving her a soft smile, despite his focus being fixed in front of him.

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The boy pulled up outside the girls house, having typed in the pin to the gate, memorising it after all these years, he drove up the paved drive to outside her house putting the car into park. Getting out of the car, he rounded to the passenger side quickly to pull the door for y/n, he held the door open as he waited for her to step out, his eyes roaming over her, from her now bare feet to the top of her head, hair slightly tousled from the wind earlier. She slid out the seat, walking side by side with the boy, feet hitting against the steps up to the front door before she turned to him,

“Thanks for coming tonight Rafe.”

“You should’ve called me earlier, I could’ve come sooner- I don’t like you being by yourself.” She smiled at his words, hand coming out to smooth out his polo collar which had scrunched,

“You coming in or d’you need to get back to the guys…?” She knew he’d probably just got up and left earlier, and she felt bad.

Only a little

His heartbeat faltered as her hand ran across the fabric of his chest, smoothing out the part that had folded in. He wanted so badly to take that hand in his and pull her closer to him. He swallowed, wondering what exactly he should do.

I should go back

He didn’t want to go back to the others, he didn’t care that much, they were all high out of their minds anyways. Here y/n was, right in front of him, disheveled hair and doe eyes looking up to him,

“I’ll come in”

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She fiddled with the small glass bottle of serum, the glass pipette clinking against it, she pulled it up to her face and rubbed it into her skin. She sat at her vanity having just washed her makeup off, changing the moment they got upstairs, desperate to get the dress off. Rafe laid on her bed, face comfortably buried into her pillow, his phone in hand as he scrolled; the sheets and pillows that surrounded him all smelling of her, just the way he’d been hoping. He’d changed out of his clothes and into the pair of sweats and old t-shirt he kept at her place. He heard the glass bottle clink against her vanity as she squeezed the product into her hand and he glanced up at her, his eyes watching as she rubbed it in, her skin becoming glowy.

“You good?”

She asked as she saw his reflection in the mirror behind her, hands coming down to screw the bottle shut. His eyes trailed up over her back, from her exposed shoulder from the baggy short she wore to her face in the mirror. She looked so relaxed and comfortable like this. It made the warm, possessive feeling in his chest start swirling harder.

“Yeah,” he muttered quietly, “just…. watching you.”

“Creepy much?” She joked as she put the bottle away into one of her draws as the words tumbled past her lips. He huffed out a laugh at her words, shifting slightly on the bed.

“You love it.” He replied instantly, his eyes following her as she made her way to the bed.

She flopped down onto the bed next to him, it’d been a long day and her tiredness was starting to catch up to her. He smiled to himself as y/n ungracefully face planted into the pillows next to him. He shifted himself slightly so he was facing her, leaning his head on his propped up elbow, eyes tracking every single one of her tiny movements. She looked to the boy next to her as he stared back, his eyes roaming gently over her features; her tired, half closed eyes, the way her hand played with the duvet.

“Tired princess?”

“Yeah.” She hummed out as she grabbed her phone and pulled it up texting her parents to let them know she got home. He watched her fingers tapping against her phone screen,

“Midsummers is coming up.”

She raised her brows turning to him as she chucked her phone onto the bed somewhere,

“Already?”

He grinned a little at her words, slightly amused by that fact she hadn’t been keeping track of time.

“Yeah. In just over 2 weeks. Dad’s already started preparing for it”

“Shit I need a dress.” She sighed out hand coming up to rub her eye. He smirked at her words, a thought instantly popping into his mind ready to poke fun at the girl,

“Why not just use the one you wore tonight?”

She looked over to the boy with a deadpan expression on her face, “Didn’t know you were a comedian.” Yet she couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. His smirk grew wider as he watched her expression turn to one of amusement.

“And wear those heels and the earrings too?” He teased further.

“Okay Mr Cameron I get it."

She giggled at his playful words, “Are you wearing the same suit as last year?” She questioned remembering the black three piece his father made him wear, he had hated it.

A grimace appeared on his lip at the mention of the suit. He’d absolutely hated it, the thing itched like crazy, and the summer heat made it so much worse.

Fuck no

“No chance I’m wearing that shit again”

A smile drew up to her lips at his snarky comment,

“Well as long as my mom doesn’t pick the dress I’ll be good…. I think I want to go blue this year,” she hummed out. He looked at the girl, the image of her in a pretty blue dress forming in her mind.

“It’s a good colour on you” He commented, running his eyes over her bare legs, imagining how her skin would look against blue fabric.

“Thanks,” she spoke up, she sat up grabbing the remote control from her bedside table, flicking the tv in front of them on. The sound of her pressing the control buttons filled the comfortable silence of the room. Heath Ledger and Julia Stiles appeared on the screen, the girl having put her favourite film on again as she laid back. He rolled his eyes slightly, recognising the sound of ‘10 Things I Hate About You”.

“Seriously? Again?” He groaned but didn’t bother asking her to change it, knowing what the answer would be.

“C’mon I know you love it deep down but you’re too embarrassed to admit it.” She spoke up as she got comfortable, pulling her sheets up. Of course he did like the movie. The story was cliche and corny, but he’d watched the film more times than he’d ever admit with her.

“Oh yeah, it’s absolutely great.” He responded sarcastically. She offered some of the covers to him after rolling her eyes at him.

He smiled back at her slightly, taking the edge of the sheets and pulling them up over himself, instantly feeling the warmth of the girl next to him, practically pressed up against, she tended to get clingy when tired, or drunk, or high.

Maybe you’re just clingy in general

The movie played, the actors talking filling the now quiet room. The girl had gotten tired, her head having lulled over to the side, her temple resting against Rafes shoulder, her eyes closed as she breathed slowly, slumber having taken over.

The boy felt the way her head lolled over onto his shoulder, and the instant weight that settled on him. His arm instinctively slid behind her to pull her closer, the feeling of her warm body against him making his chest tighten with contentment.

He sat there for a while longer, half watching the movie, half staring at the girl resting quietly against him. Gentle breaths past her lips as she slept, lashes resting against her cheeks, she looked so pretty like this, so incredibly innocent and peaceful.

Careful not to wake her, he shifted slightly, getting more comfortable, pulling her with him. He lifted her across his lap so she was leaning comfortably against his chest instead of his shoulder.

As she settled more comfortably against him, her body fitting against his like she belonged there, his chest felt impossibly tight. His arm stayed draped around her, fingers brushing absentmindedly along her side, as he glanced down at her, movie now long forgotten as his gaze lingered on the way her hair framed her face. Her lips, slightly parted as she slept, tugged at something deep in his chest and he could feel every quiet rise and fall of her breath against him. His mind wandered, sitting here, holding her like this, he couldn’t ignore the way something deeper was growing inside him.

The realization hit him so hard, he almost froze. It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about it before- little moments when he’d caught himself staring at her too long, or felt jealous when someone else made her laugh. But he’d always pushed it aside, afraid it could ruin what they’ve had for so long.

Now though, It felt inevitable.

Rafe’s hand moved, almost without thinking, brushing a strand of hair away from the girls face. His fingers lingered for a moment, barely grazing her skin, God, she was so beautiful. The thought was dizzying, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he pressed a feather-light kiss to the top of her head, his lips brushing her hair,

I love you

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taglist: @evermorx89 @bellaed1t @user381953 @lovemanheim @loves0phelia @yourcrackleflame @kundaquarius @matthewswifeyy @pillowprincess4him

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cutesyaddy · 13 days ago

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From Foes to Forever (part one)

min ho moon x reader

a/n: i’m a very inexperienced writer so please bare with me 😭

warnings: characters may be ooc (my bad gang 🌝) and im not that great with grammar but i try 🥲

-anything spoke in korean will be written like this, but so will any words being dragged out so i’m just gonna have to hope you’re smart enough to know the difference.

-anything written in bold is gonna be song lyrics

-‘example’ means it’s being thought, while “example” means its being said aloud.

summary: reader meets some of the main characters and makes some impressions. (idk guys just read 😭🙏)

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Music blares through my headphones as I was discreetly bobbing my head to my favourite song right now, Lovers by Anna of the North (guys, this is a CLASSIC banger go check it out).

While anticipating the BEST part of the song, my eyes trailed up to a handsome—and I mean really handsome—guy walking towards whatever was behind me.

For a moment, my breath hitched, and I couldn’t help but stare at him while he moved, his stride dripping with confidence. He walked like he had a big ego.

I could swear he started to walk in slow motion when the beat finally dropped.

now i’m in the dark

show a little loving

His sharp features were captivating; I genuinely couldn’t pull my eyes away from him.

shine a little light on me

show a little loving

His eyes met mine for what was probably only like 2 milliseconds, but in that short time, his gaze sent a shock throughout my body.

I was pulled out of my trance when the boy bumped into the arm of a pretty girl sitting beside me.

I pulled off my headphones and let them sit comfortably around my neck as I watched these strangers converse.

I was a sucker for things like this. He was super hot, and she was gorgeous. He bumped into her, and now they’re going to have a little meet-cute and start their love story.

“Excuse me,” she grunted, craning her neck to look back at him. He stopped and turned towards her.

“Wait,” she started; I think she noticed something on his bag. My eyes followed her own, and they landed on a KISS keychain.

“Do you go to KISS? I’m going to KISS." Oh my gosh, it’s happening; they go to the same school! Coincidentally, so do I, but this isn’t about me.

He paused for a second. “no Englishshi” Oh, I guess not then. Before the girl could say anything else, I interrupted,

“Do you speak Korean?” they both spun their heads in my direction. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything; now they know I was listening.

“I think you should apologise man; that was pretty rude.” his position remained unchanged. “What's rude is you not minding your own business. Ugh, I don’t have time for you people."

‘Yet you had enough time to be walking so slowly?’ No, I shouldn’t say that; he’s totally right; I shouldn’t have gotten involved. Not everything is a kdrama.

I defeatedly watched as he took long strides in the opposite direction. “Hey, thanks for defending me, or what I think was defending me? I’m not sure; I don’t understand a word of Korean, haha! Anyway, my name is Kitty Song Covey! It's nice to meet you!”

‘Oh my gosh, what an earful.’ “Don't worry about it! I was just telling him he should apologise; I don't think he took it very well, though.” She stared at me expectingly.

“Oh! Sorry, my name is (y/n) (l/n). It’s nice to meet you, Kitty.” I held out my hand for her to shake out of pure instinct, but I instantly regretted it as it was such an old-fashioned greeting.

Without a beat, she took my hand anyway, which brought a smile to my face. “I couldn’t help but hear you are attending KISS?”

Kitty nodded her head vigorously. “YES! I’m super duper excited to be reunited with my boyfriend, who also attends KISS! He’s one of the reasons I decided to enroll!”

I blinked. “Are you travelling all this way and studying abroad for a boy?” Ok, I misread the situation earlier; maybe this was like a kdrama, just not the one I was originally expecting.

“No, of course not! It’s not all because of him. KISS was the school my mother attended when she was my age. I’m travelling to Korea to learn more about her.

“Oh, so you’re from Korea?” I was pleasantly surprised. “Yes! I’m half Korean.”

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Lucky me! I made it just in time for the bus that's heading straight for KISS. Jeez, I feel a little bad for the students that didn’t get here in time; I would get lost trying to locate the school in this massive city.

My headphones were at home, snug around my ears, as they played my favourite tunes. Music was the only thing fun about going on drives.

I grinned to myself like a weirdo when my favourite—dare I say the BEST song of all time—played through my headphones for the hundredth time.

you told me i would never see you

walk away

With the familiar melody filling my ears while I stared out of the bus window, my mind wandered back to that boy from earlier.

said you’d never break my heart

never leave me in the dark

He sure was cute; I mean, he was sorta mean, but I'm kinda into it. What can I say? I'm a sucker for a good old enemies-to-lovers story.

i guess there’s just some promises

you shouldn’t make

I’m a sucker for all things romance, matter of fact. Ironically, though, I’ve never been in a relationship. I’m more of a third wheel, the audience, the viewer, the reader.

should’ve know from the start

now i’m in the dark

thoughts full of this nameless douche from the airport, I began to drift off, head bumping against the glass of the bus window.

SORRY IT WAS SO SHORT BUT I HOPE YOU LIKED IT

PART TWO HERE

#min ho moon #min ho #min ho x reader #min ho fanfic #tatbilb #xo kitty #reader insert #x reader #lovers #anna of the north #story #slow burn #enimes to lovers #min ho story #Spotify #min ho xo kitty

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im-so-normal-iswear · 4 months ago

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hello! can you please write oneshot (or headcanons) of yandere!sonic with a reader who tries to escape/hide?? it can be platonic or romantic, you choose :)

A/N: OF DCWJSUHSNW YESS I'LL WRITE A LITTLE BIT OF ONE SHOT AND A LIL BIT OF HEADCANONS, I'm still kinda new to writing fanfics so I'm like super duper sorry if this is bad 😔😔

Tw: kidnapping (taken place before narrative), forced affection, yandere (if any more tws, let me know!!

Yandere!sonic x reader

Romantic...

Did you seriously think you could get away from him?

Small reminder here bud, he's THE fastest.

It's really not hard for him to catch you.

Sonic POV:

There was the sound of keys jingling as the door unlocked and sonic stepped inside, bag in hand, smiling widely as he called out. "Hey babe, I got us some chili dogs!"

...

No answer?

Weird...

But no matter!

He set the bag down on the table as he set out to look for you, calling your name as he looked through the house.

...

Wait did he lock the do- click, creak, kachunk

Of course...

Reader POV:

You breathed in and out quickly running as fast as you could.

Shit shit shit, damn it! Why can't you run faster.

Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you kept running. Of course you knew sonic was fast, you weren't stupid, so you tried turning corners, tried running to anywhere where you could be concealed.

...

You seemed to be running for some time now no?

It was weird, sonic was way faster than you he surely should have been here by now... But he wasn't. As anxiety set in you ran faster and faster, trying to get as far as you could, to anyone you could.

...

At this point it felt like your legs were about to give out, you shut your eyes trying to think of anything other than the sheer exhaustion you held.

Maybe you could just sit down for a sec-

Suddenly you feel something slam against you, knocking the air out of your lungs. You heaved to get air as arms wrapped around you. Looking up you felt your heart drop as you saw Sonic's eyes stare blankly at yours, still keeping a smile on his face.

"Whatcha doing there?"

"..."

"You do remember I'm the fastest right? I thought you'd remember?"

"..."

"Anyways! Sorry it took so long, had to get caught up in that show we were watching together, you don't mind that I finished it without you right?"

"..."

"Jeez why so quiet? It's like I'm talking to myself at this point! C'mon, let's get home, I could really go for some more chili dogs right now."

He carries you in his arms might just be dragging you if you were still struggling, but you're too tired to do anything at this point. Anyways, when you get home, he places you on the couch, and makes sure to lock the door.

...

After you finished eating he sat you down.

"Look, I get it, running? Love it! But I'd just prefer you tone it down, when things change we can go out together and run as much as you want, but just.. Not now, y'know? So just don't do that again. Okay?"

He sounds like he's asking but it really isn't a choice for you

He takes most, of not all things as a joke/game, and you running away or hiding isn't an exception

He would in fact purposefully take slower or just waist time before starting to run at all, he's cocky. He's sure that he could reach you quickly, so he doesn't worry about you actually getting anywhere. All he needs to do is just wait until your too tired too even move and then swoop in, it makes it way easier for him to bring you back.

I kinda focused more on running away but I didn't do too much on hiding so I'm gonna do a few head canons in this same post

⬇

Who doesn't LOVE hide and seek, plus, you finally playing a game with him? Total win in his book.

Will toy with you, not in a like "oh I'm the best and I use people as my playthings" way but a "lol, imagine trying to hide lmfao 😂😂" way if that makes sense, just feels like him idk

"Where are youuuu?"

While looking for where you could be hiding, he's acting as if he's lost some mundane item.

"Where did I put it.. Hmmmmmm"

Will pull out the scratching his head while looking confused asf combo (Looney toone moment)

If you actually think he can't find you, you're deluding yourself

As soon as you breathe a sigh of relief, any door, or cabinet, to said hiding spot will be flung open, air rushing past. "Found you! :D"

Again, all of this is just a game to him, but he's not stupid. He sees the terror in your eyes, pretending not to notice it as he yaps about how said 'hiding spot' was a good one and how it was fun.

Will get clingy afterwards, regardless if you hid or ran, cuddles, doesn't matter if you don't want them, you're getting them!

Even if you tried running away he wouldn't chain you up, or tie you down, I think he would like the chase tbh, even if realistically he would reach you in a matter of seconds, regardless of how far you were.

A/n: I hope you liked these!!

I wrote these late on a school night, I might be cooked, yall its 12:54 am 😭😭

#sonic #yandere sonic the hedgehog #yandere sonic #yandere #yandere sonic x reader #sonic the hedgehog #x reader #headcanons #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfics #fanfictions #i should sleep #zzzz #sonic x reader #zzz #i want to kiss him so bad #muah muah muah

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scrompsautobotsrchives · 5 months ago

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Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee

Part 1 of the many more rewrites to come, This will allow me to make them the very best that they can be. Word count:1.5K

It's official !! You walked out of the DMV as proud as you can, you had officially gotten your license to drive. Your dad was super duper proud of you. He knew you would ace it after a few goes. Soon the day after your 16th birthday, he kept a deal with you, If you managed to get good grades before the summer started. He would help you get your first car.

You made it to the used car dealership. God, there are so many options to choose from. What do you pick first?

"Hello welcome to mirage automotives !!" The dealer greeted you and your dad.

"Hi, What would be the best starter car for a kiddo that had just gotten their license ??" He smirked at you playfully.

"Dad" You grumbled, turning slight pink.

"That's perfect. We do have some very good Toyota Corolla's..." The dealer tried to sweeten the deal.

But they didn't quite scream take me home, They were all pretty av. But as you walked by, you came across a bright yellow colour. It pierced the side of your eye. Looking over your eyes were in a little state of wonder, A 1977 Chevrolet Camaro.

You went over and got a proper look on the inside, this was almost practically in mint condition, How long has it been in here ??

Your dad saw you and slightly grimaced, he would know these types of cars would be super expensive.

"Y/n ?? You sure you don't want to look at some of the Ford's ??"

"Could we take a look at this ??" You looked up at him with soft pleading eyes.

"You sure ?? I know you kids want cool cars but... Don't you want something sturdy ??"

"I know But it's just a look"

So he let you do your own thing, Wow the being inside the car was even better than the outside. Oh this was talking your language.

The dealer saw you two and strutted over. "She's a beaut ain't it ??"

"She is" You smiled

"Tell you what, cause you gotten your license, $2000" He offered.

You looked at the dealer and your dad, Please !!!!!!

Your dad could only chuckle, oh alright, for his kiddo.

Once the paperwork was all sorted, he happily handed you the keys and you were officially on your way.

"Thank you Dad... thank you so much !!" You had a beaming smile.

"You better not ding this car up" He playfully chuckled and ruffled your head.

"I won't"

You soon began the drive out of the parking lot, making your way back home. The drive was as smooth as butter. You then reached over and tried to turn on the radio, but it started to act strange... it whirred and scratched, jumping stations.

"Weird" You turned it off.

"If that guy ripped me off..." Your dad frowned slightly.

"I'm sure he didn't, It might just need to be upgraded. Besides the car works is what matters the most" You smiled, trying to reassure him.

He smiled a little. "You're right, it is, thank goodness for that"

And so over the summer, you began to perform various upgrades and much-needed maintenance to the car. It was honestly so much fun. Your whole summer was practically this car, and soon you put the final piece to the puzzle. A brand new radio, hopefully, it'll work... But even when school finally started, you were puzzled by the radio still scratching and whirring all over the place. Not only that, new problems started to arise, The pedals would sometimes not work, gears would change, and even the speedometer was all over the place.

So before school, you took it back to the dealership to ask some questions.

"Hey hi, umm I bought this car last summer and I've done a good amount of upgrades to it, but it seems to be having some issues ??"

"What seems to be the issue ??" The mechanic wiped his hand and looked over the car.

"The radio is just jumping without me turning the dial, The pedals get stuck, Gears change and the speedometer just goes..." You mimicked how it went.

"I'll take a look at it"

You handed him the keys and waited outside the shop, about half an hour later he came back to you with your car.

"Everything looks fine on our end." he handed you back the keys.

Over time, you were just getting more and more frustrated, more problems were starting to arise and you were on the brink, One afternoon, you came back to the car after school and turned the ignition to start it. Nothing... again... nothing, third times a charm, it worked but the speedometer was wonky yet again.

You groaned and began to bang on the dashboard in frustration. "What's wrong with you !!!" You shouted at the top of your lungs.

But then... the engine stopped.

Wait... hang on... cars were not meant to do that.

You frowned as you watched the radio begin to flick a few stations before playing a snippet of a song. "It's nothing wrong with me..."

"What the..." Your car was haunted.

The radio scratched again, playing more strung-together dialogue. Was it... Trying to talk to you ??

Not bad kid..." It said once you figured it out.

You tried to calm yourself and looked around, before back at the radio. "What are you ??" You spoke hesitantly.

"I am... from space !!" It scratched again.

"An alien ??"

An audio of applause was playing. Holy shit... an alien car.

"Why are you here..."

But before the alien car could answer that, you jolted at the sound of something hitting the windscreen, a cup of not-so-nice liquid. Courtesy of your bully.

"Missed a spot L/n" He laughed as he fist bumped his friends.

You growled and flipped him off before the radio began to scratch and play an audio from over the summer, it was your voice telling them off... what in the Ai is this !!

But this riled the bully up, and he walked over to try and get you out, before the car soon began to start and drive on its own, revving out of the parking lot and on the road.

"Shit shit !!!!!!" You tried to hang on from all the drifts and turns as the bully and his friends chased you. Ok, you were gonna be sick. Soon you arrived at an abandoned building after making a different turn, hopefully, they wouldn't find you... oh, come on !!

His friends quickly got you out before you could do anything and sealed off any exits. "You think you're a tough one aren't you l/n ??" Your bully smirked before punching you in the gut.

This went on for a little while, and the alien car saw this time after time after time since school started, he was saddened that no one stood up for you, hence why he did what he did earlier.

So It revved its engine super loudly, scaring the bullies. He went over to the car and ripped the door open, only to find no one inside it... then how...

Suddenly the door slammed shut on his fingers, making him scream out. "Goddamn it !!"

You watched as his friends tried to get his fingers out of the door but it didn't seem to budge until the door swung open knocking them back. But then came the most strange thing of all. The car soon began to shift and transform, massive hands pushing against the ground, it's body rearranging and coupling to stand tall in a new format.

Your bullies friends soon bolted, fuck this shit, they didn't sign up for it.

The alien soon then shifted his arm into what looked like an arm canon. Aiming it at the bully who was now crying.

"Leave... them... alone..." It talked through the radio.

"Screw you !!" It yelled at the alien before it revved up, the arm cannon soon began to hum and glow. "Alright alright !! I'll leave them alone !!"

The arm cannon soon stopped and shifted back into a hand, But just for good measure, you saw the oil filter lid open up and pop out, soon spraying oil all over your bully. He had enough, soon he ran back to his car and drove off.

"Hasta lavista baby" The radio scratched the familiar Arnie dialogue.

You got up slowly and looked up at it... this was crazy... and it stood up for you... It soon looked at you, making you stand back... but it was a more soft look, like it was happy to see you.

"Who are you ??"

It's radio scratched. "My name... is... bumblebee" He whirred softly after.

"Bumblebee..." You started to twitch a smile.

He then did a few boxing punches while the radio scratched "I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee" He smiled at you again.

"Thank you..."

You reached out your hand, to which he responded by placing his palm over your hand, In this moment... a friendship was secured.

Taglist: @callofdudes

#platonic #reader insert #transformers rise of the beasts #transformers rotb #transformers #transformers imagine #transformers x reader #bumblebee #bumblebee x reader #bumblebee imagine #rewrite

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satorustyles · 2 years ago

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you can't fall asleep (sukuna x reader one shot)

pairing: sukuna x reader

warnings: none, just so much fluff! and soft sukuna, maybe? he's just not the typical angry and super duper evil dude in this one.

word count: 1,512

GOJO VERSION OF THIS ONE SHOT HERE!

NANAMI VERSION OF THIS ONE SHOT HERE!

It was game night.

It's the one night of the week when you, Yuuji, Megumi, and Nobara gather in the living room for an endless evening of video games. The PS5 was a present given to the four of you from your ever-loving, mostly annoying sensei Gojo Satoru last Christmas. Since then, it was tradition for the four of you to spend an evening together, with pizza and burgers and a shameless amount of slander against each other.

But tonight was different.

You won't be able to join them because you're sick. Headaches. Nausea. Dry coughs and the flu. It was all because of the most recent mission you've been on alone, and it already took its toll on you. Your three friends insisted on moving game night to a different date, but you didn't want them to postpone further. You've been sick for three days already, and for three nights, they adjusted for you. Tomorrow was the start of a new week, meaning you could likely end your streak of having weekly game nights. And you didn't want that.

"Guys, it's just one night. I won't die if I miss one." You told them with a shaky laugh, the cough in your lungs threatening to bark its way out your throat with every huff of your breath.

"y/n," Yuuji started as he walked over to your weak body on your bed, patting your shoulder gently. He had the most serious, determined look on his face. "I'll win this for you."

You smiled at how adorable he was and decided to play along. "Thank you, Yuuji. You're my hero."

The evening stretched on, and as you stayed on your bed, your friends yelled over each other in triumph and defeat, followed by loud laughs that would jerk you awake. Your head pounded at the loud sounds coming from the living room. Despite the closed door, you could still clearly make out their voices and their stomping across the wooden floor.

It only made your head hurt more.

But you didn't have the heart to get out of bed and ask them to be a little quieter. It's been a long week for everyone, not only for you. Megumi and Yuuji completed a mission before you, and Nobara was sent to accompany Toge after your expedition. It was a busy week for all of you, and game night was a way of easing everyone from their exhaustion.

"Megumi you prick!" Nobara shrieked, and your head pounded at the high-pitched tone. "I'm going to fucking kill you on the next round!"

You sighed to yourself, massaging your temples while your other hand struggled to pull your blanket closer to your chest. It was freezing. Your socks and the thick covers didn't help your case at all.

"That's how a game works, you loser!" Megumi shot back just as loudly. Then thuds. You could picture the two of them on the floor strangling each other.

Oh how you love them so much.

"Shut up, you brats!"

Your heart stopped. Silence followed after the sudden and unexpected outburst.

Despite your current state, it didn't take long for you to recognize Sukuna's voice coming from Yuuji's body. He seemed to have taken over while the other two were arguing.

Considering the abrupt silence, Megumi and Nobara must have also been shocked. The only sound that could be heard was the background music that still played on the screen.

"Not even an ounce of consideration for your poor comrade. Even an old man and a newborn baby would startle awake by your gaudiness!"

Your heart hammered against your chest when you realized that Sukuna was talking about you. Then, footsteps padded across the floor before your door was opened, and you froze in your place, closing your eyes and hoping that your breathing didn't sound too erratic.

"Just cut the act. I know you're awake." Sukuna mumbled next to you and you slightly flinched, surprised that he was immediately by your side. He turned your night lamp on, illuminating the darkness of the room.

You realized there was no point in even pretending. You sighed, opening your eyes and coming face to face with the King of Curses himself, his red eyes staring down at you and his lips curled in a slight smirk.

"What do you want." You croaked out. Your throat was already dry.

"Here to help you," He replied nonchalantly as if it was the most normal thing to do. "It was about time that brat brought me out. Couldn't even think about helping or at least leaving you a glass of water."

As if on cue, he places a tall glass of water on your bedside table before gesturing for you to sit up. "Have a drink. I brought some painkillers."

You slowly sat up, leaned your back against the headboard and took a pill before popping it in your mouth. Sukuna then handed you the glass, and you were quick to gulp everything down in seconds. The liquid felt satisfying running down your dry throat.

"Thanks." You sighed. You then nodded at the door. "You can let Yuuji out now. I'm sure he wants to play more. You've done enough."

You didn't mean to sound like a jerk. Technically, you were still confused about where you stood with your—friendship? Relationship?—with Sukuna, after Yuuji has been teasing you that Sukuna wouldn't stop talking about you in his head when you first encountered him. He would find ways to take over Yuuji's body, even resorting to bribery and negotiation just to get himself out. He wouldn't admit it himself, but he's been so taken by you that he always craved your presence.

"The brat and I made a deal. He won't let me out for a week starting tomorrow if I could have an evening with you."

Your stomach fluttered. You tried to shrug it off as the occasional nausea that you felt, but deep down, you knew that you had a soft spot for the King of Curses as well.

"I—" You tried to say something after a moment's silence, but Sukuna was already up and going over to the other side of the bed. You could only stare up at him, dumbfounded.

"Move over a little, yeah?" He muttered quietly, and you found yourself obliging. You could only watch as he made himself comfortable next to you, the black markings on his face and shoulders more prominent underneath the light of your lamp. The tight black shirt that Yuuji wore emphasized the muscles on his arms and chest and you could feel the heat slowly creeping up to your neck. You were subconsciously imagining what it would be like if Sukuna had a body of his own.

It would be chaos for everyone.

For you.

"Come on now, don't be shy." Sukuna teased with an amused smile as he stretched one arm over your head, urging you to get closer to him. But you could only stare at him, still processing everything, asking yourself whether or not you had fallen asleep and were already dreaming.

He sighed in defeat before letting his arm wrap around your shoulder and pulling you closer to his body. He then took your arm and let it rest across his stomach, guiding your head to rest on his chest.

"Better?" He whispered. In fact, it was better. The warmth radiating off his body helped alleviate the coldness you felt, and he also took the liberty of pulling the covers above the two of you.

You felt rigid against him and you knew that he thought it as well.

"Come on, you little brat," He sighed, but he sounded fond and soft, unlike his usual, annoyed tone. "Relax yourself. I'm not going to bite you. Unless you want me to, of course..."

He received a weak slap across his stomach and laughed lightly, taking advantage of hugging you closer to him. He let his longer legs intertwine with yours, exuding warmth down your feet and ankles. His hand then reached up to run his fingers through your hair, softly massaging your scalp while his other hand held onto your arm and kept you from pulling away from him.

You've never felt so relaxed tonight. Everything felt so much better, warmer, cozier...

You were finally dozing off, happy that your body found the comfort and peace it sought hours ago. You couldn't even bring yourself to feel so reserved around Sukuna anymore, and you found yourself nuzzling closer to him, rubbing your cheek against his chest.

"Thank you," You mumbled sleepily, your hand sliding underneath his shirt and feeling the warmth of his stomach on your trembling palm. He just exudes so. Much. Warmth.

You felt his lips on your forehead, keeping it there for a long time. His hand rested above yours, just outside the cloth of his shirt.

"Sleep, my darling." He whispered against your skin. "Recover. I'll keep a look out for you tonight."

It was safe to say that you didn't want the evening to end.

#sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you #sukuna one shot #sukuna fluff #sukuna au #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #bear writes

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mercillery · 2 months ago

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Hi, I read your Frederick/Reader and absolutely fell in love with your writing style. Was kicking my feet type shi😭 If you’re willing to, could you write for Victor Grantz in the same format ? If you do my world genuinely will be complete.

Thanks and have a good one!

WARNINGS: GENDER NOT SPECIFIED + NOT PROOFREAD

NOTES: The way you worded your request was hilarious thank u so much and sorry this took super duper long…consider this my early Christmas gift to you. I hope this is the format you wanted 🥹❤️❤️❤️

Meeting Victor is like trying to pet a stray cat: approach too quickly, and he’s gone before you even say “hello.” He’s a master of the subtle retreat—one second there, the next, poof, like smoke in the wind. Victor’s shy, wary nature doesn’t just make him skittish; it’s practically an Olympic sport. He’s the reigning champion of Avoidance 101.

But don’t worry—if you come at him gently, with no sudden movements and a kind heart, he might cautiously peer out from behind the metaphorical couch. It’s a process though, so buckle up for the long haul. Winning Victor’s trust is less about grand gestures and more about the quiet, unspoken ones.

Want to impress him? Forget the flashy declarations of friendship and instead offer to help him feed the strays or—better yet—silently leave him a little note of encouragement. He’ll find it later, blush like a tomato, and spend three days overthinking how to say “thank you.”

Victor values people who respect his boundaries like they’re sacred artifacts in a museum—look, but don’t touch, unless invited. The tiniest, most understated acts of care leave the biggest impression on him.

Did you pick up a letter he dropped without making a big deal about it? Congratulations, you’re now a recurring character in the cinema of Victor’s mind. He’ll replay that scene like it’s Oscar-worthy, analyzing it frame by frame. “Were they just being kind, or did they pity me?” he’ll wonder at 3 a.m., sandwiched between anxiety and the hope that maybe—just maybe—you actually like him for who he is.

Spoiler alert: Victor is going to assume pity at first. That’s just his brand.

Victor’s idea of initiating a conversation is basically an international diplomatic incident. He’s not one to start talking, because, let’s be honest, that requires bravery, and he’s still working up to being brave enough to ask for extra ketchup at the fast food drive-thru. But once he trusts you and that’s a long journey involving more emotional hoops than the Olympics, he’ll let slip little nuggets of his inner world.

He’ll drop these tiny little gems about himself like it’s a treasure hunt, but you’ve got to be quick, because they’re easy to miss. One day, he might casually mention how a certain flower takes him back to his childhood—cue the mental image of him as a tiny, awkward version of himself, surrounded by daisies.

Another time, he might comment on how people’s faces light up when they get letters, like he’s some sort of professional mail therapist who knows the emotional impact of a good envelope. When Victor opens up, it’s like witnessing a rare bird in the wild—blink and you might miss it.

Victor is not one for blatant hints, because he’s too busy trying to avoid direct confrontation (his skill at this could be rivaled only by the world’s most skilled diplomats). So, no, he’ll never explicitly ask for your company, because that would require him to open his mouth and risk exposing his soft, squishy emotional side.

Instead, his actions do the talking—though they might need a bit of interpretation, so keep your detective hat on. Victor might subtly adjust his delivery route so it conveniently passes by places you frequent. It's almost as if he’s carefully plotting to get within a five-foot radius of you, and hey, who could blame him? Maybe he’s just really into the whole “unexpectedly running into people you know” thing.

Or, if he’s really feeling bold, he’ll linger a little longer when dropping off your mail, as if the mailbox suddenly has some profound existential meaning. If you happen to notice this and casually join him (because you are a good person who isn’t going to let Victor spiral into further awkwardness alone, right?), he’ll be overjoyed—but also extremely flustered, because admitting he wants you around would require him to admit he has feelings. And that, my friend, is a level of vulnerability he’s not quite ready for. But don’t worry, his heart’s doing the cha-cha on the inside.

Victor is a masterclass in the actions speak louder than words school of love. He’s not going to serenade you with declarations of affection or wax poetic about how your eyes sparkle like the morning dew—because, frankly, just thinking about that would make him combust.

Instead, he shows he cares in his own quiet, sneaky way. Mention your favorite tea once, and guess what? He’ll remember it for eternity. He’s got a mental file labeled Your Preferences: Highly Classified that’s better organized than the national archives.

You’ll casually say, “Oh, I’ve been meaning to read this one book,” and BAM—next thing you know, it’s magically in your mailbox with a little note that just says, “Thought you might like this.” And if there’s a stray cat you always stop to pet, Victor will casually start carrying an extra biscuit in his satchel for it.

Let’s be honest, though—if you look hungry enough, that biscuit might end up being for you. It’s basically his love language: tea, books, and snacks.

If you want to make his day, just sit next to him quietly and do something peaceful together. He’s like a houseplant—happy just existing in the same space as you, soaking up the shared sunlight.

Whether you’re tending a garden, reading side-by-side, or helping stray animals, those moments make him feel like he’s starring in his own low-budget indie movie (the kind with no dialogue but lots of meaningful glances).

There’s no pressure to talk, and that’s exactly how he likes it. If he had his way, his life would just be a montage of cozy, quiet activities with you, set to the soft plink of piano music.

Of course, Victor’s social anxiety has a habit of pulling pranks on both him and everyone else. One minute, he’s enjoying your company; the next, he’s retreating like a vampire caught in the sunlight. No explanation, no warning—just poof, gone. It’s not you, it’s him—and his brain, which likes to play a cruel game called Let’s Overthink This Until We Die.

If he avoids eye contact or looks like he’s considering tunneling through the nearest wall to escape, it’s not because you’ve done anything wrong. He’s probably just overwhelmed and desperately trying to remember how humans are supposed to behave. Give him some space, and he’ll come back once he’s convinced himself you don’t secretly think he’s the most awkward person alive.

Spoiler: he totally thinks you think that anyway.

Victor wrestles with an Olympic-level sense of unworthiness, like his brain has its own personal commentator constantly reminding him, “And here we have Victor, doubting his ability to be loved again—10 points for consistency!”

He struggles to believe that anyone could genuinely care for someone like him, especially given his arsenal of awkwardness and insecurities. Seriously, if self-deprecation were a sport, he’d have a gold medal and a sponsorship deal.

But here’s the thing: if you’re patient and reassuring, he’ll eventually start peeling back the layers of his fears. He might quietly admit to his scopophobia (fear of being stared at), his doubts about whether he’s even capable of forming meaningful relationships, or—prepare yourself for heartbreak—his lingering sadness over never receiving a letter addressed just to him. (Excuse me while I cry forever.)

When this happens, please, for the love of all that is good, don’t panic and start shouting affirmations at him like you’re his personal life coach. Victor thrives on calm, gentle reassurance, not pressure or raised voices. Your steady, quiet presence is like emotional chamomile tea to his frazzled soul.

Despite all his self-doubt, Victor is ridiculously perceptive about your emotions, even if he doesn’t always know what to do about them. He’s the kind of guy who notices you’re upset before you even realize it yourself.

Did you sigh a little too heavily or stare off into space for three seconds longer than usual? Victor clocked it. And while he might not be the type to launch into a grand speech about feelings, he’ll wordlessly show his care in his own way.

Maybe he’ll leave a single flower on your desk—no note, no explanation, just there, like a little whisper of “I see you.” Or, if he’s feeling extra sneaky, he might nudge Wick in your direction, because let’s be real: nothing cheers a person up like an adorable animal who’s clearly been coerced into playing emotional support.

One thing Victor absolutely loves is writing letters. And by love, I mean obsesses over to an absurd degree. His letters to you are the perfect blend of poetic and adorably clumsy, like he’s trying to pour his heart out but keeps tripping over the words.

One moment, you’ll be reading something surprisingly profound about how much he values your presence, and the next, you’ll find a sentence where he’s clearly panicked mid-thought and gone with something hilariously awkward. (“Your eyes remind me of… uh… really nice things!”)

But what makes these letters so special is how deeply personal they are.

They’re filled with gratitude for the quiet joy you bring into his life, written in a way that’s so uniquely him you can practically hear him fumbling through each line. Honestly, if love languages were mail-based, Victor would be your number-one postman.

Crowds and Victor go together about as well as oil and water—or Victor and social confidence. But if you casually mention liking something, prepare yourself, because this man will brave the seventh circle of hell (the local market) to get it for you.

Picture it: Victor, sweating bullets, weaving through bustling streets like a man on a mission, clutching his satchel like it’s a lifeline. He’ll return flustered but victorious, the prized item wrapped so carefully you’d think it was made of glass.

His face will be a mix of relief and pride, as if he’s just slain a dragon. (To be fair, for Victor, that is the equivalent.) Don’t be surprised if he brushes off your thanks with an awkward, “Oh, it was nothing,” while secretly hoping you’re impressed by his bravery. Spoiler alert: you should be.

Wick, Victor’s trusty dog, isn’t just a pet—he’s practically a third wheel in your relationship. And, honestly? It’s adorable.

Victor sees Wick as an extension of himself, so when Wick curls up in your lap or adorably gnaws at your shoelaces, that’s basically Victor saying, “I trust you with my soul, but, you know, through the dog.”

The moment you start caring for Wick—feeding him, petting him, or playing fetch—Victor’s heart practically bursts into a thousand sparkly pieces. Watching you with Wick is like watching someone hold a tiny, fluffy version of his heart in their hands. Wick’s antics aren’t just cute; they’re a whole bonding experience.

Honestly, at this point, the three of you are a family. Wick’s the child, Victor’s the awkwardly doting dad, and you’re the incredibly patient parent trying to keep them both in line.

Arguments with Victor are about as common as a solar eclipse: rare, slightly uncomfortable, and leaving everyone a bit disoriented afterward. Confrontation isn’t in his wheelhouse—if there’s tension, his first instinct is to retreat like a turtle into its shell.

If he’s hurt, he won’t blow up or yell; instead, he’ll quietly pull away, letting his mind run a marathon of overthinking. By the time you’ve moved on, he’s still replaying the argument on loop like a bad soap opera. But here’s the thing: Victor is ridiculously introspective.

Once he’s processed his emotions a process that may or may not involve pacing, Wick cuddles, and at least one existential crisis, he’ll write you a letter. And not just any letter—a heartfelt, soul-baring essay on what went wrong, why he feels the way he does, and how much he still values you.

Victor’s ultimate dream isn’t flashy—it’s not a yacht, a mansion, or a five-star lifestyle. No, in Victor’s perfect world, it’s just the two of you, Wick happily trotting at your heels, living your best life of ultimate domesticity.

No loud parties, no awkward small talk, just a quiet house with a cozy garden and maybe a suspiciously large collection of rocks Victor has insisted are “artistic.” The joy of daily routines—making tea, feeding stray animals, and Victor nervously handing you love letters he’s rewritten five times—is his idea of pure bliss. If this man ever proposes, it’s going to involve Wick wearing a bowtie and an “I woof you” sign, so brace yourself for maximum wholesome chaos.

One day, Victor might finally muster the courage to show you his favorite quiet spots. Each one has a backstory that’s equal parts sweet and painfully awkward.

There’s the meadow where he feeds stray animals because, of course, he’s secretly the neighborhood Dr. Dolittle. There’s the stream where he collects smooth stones, claiming they “help him think,” even though he’s just really bad at skipping rocks. And then there’s the old tree. Beneath its branches is a hollow stuffed with letters Victor was too shy to deliver as a teenager.

You’ll probably find one addressed to “That Kind Lady at the Bakery Who Smiled Once,” because he’s been like this forever. And if you’re really lucky, he’ll read one out loud, stammering through every word.

Over time, you become more than just his partner—you’re his anchor, his emotional life raft, and occasionally his human shield in crowds. While Victor still breaks into a cold sweat at the thought of socializing (his personal Mount Everest), your presence helps him step outside his comfort zone.

Maybe he’ll start saying “hello” to strangers instead of just nodding and looking at his feet, or—dare we dream—he’ll manage a full conversation without overanalyzing it later.

Knowing you’ll always have his back gives him the courage to face the terrifying world of small talk and eye contact. And when he’s feeling especially brave, he might even join you in a crowd without Wick acting as his emotional chaperone. Just don’t expect miracles—Victor’s still Victor, after all. But you love him either way, shy or not <3

CHRISTMAS BONUS

Yes, it’s his birthday, but it’s also Christmas, and let’s just say the holiday tends to hog the spotlight like a diva at center stage. While everyone’s busy decking the halls and roasting chestnuts, Victor’s birthday barely gets a whisper. Imagine being handed a gift as a kid and hearing, “This counts for Christmas and your birthday!”—traumatizing, honestly.

As an adult, he’s resigned himself to the overshadowed celebrations, but deep down, it still stings a little. But that’s where you come in.

If you acknowledge his birthday with a small, heartfelt gesture—a handwritten card, a bouquet of winter flowers, or even a slightly burnt homemade cookie—he’ll be so touched he might need to sit down. (Emotionally overwhelmed Victor is a sight to behold—think deer in headlights but with more blushing.)

On Christmas morning, Victor isn’t inside unwrapping presents or sipping cocoa by the fire like a normal person. Nope, he’s outside in the frosty dawn, feeding the stray animals, because of course he is.

When you join him, he won’t make a big deal about it, but his face will light up like a Christmas tree—albeit a very understated one. Without a word, he’ll pull out an extra scarf from his satchel and gently wrap it around your neck. If you thank him, he’ll just mumble something about it being cold, all while his ears turn red.

Wick, meanwhile, will be living his best life, barking like a lunatic and spinning around your feet in an uncoordinated display of canine excitement. Between the wagging tail, Victor’s shy smiles, and the soft crunch of snow underfoot, it’ll feel less like a Hallmark movie and more like a quiet, perfect slice of real life—the kind of moment Victor secretly dreams about but never dares to ask for.

Victor’s favorite part of the holidays isn’t the gifts he receives—it’s watching other people open theirs. Specifically, your gift. While you’re tearing into the wrapping paper, Victor is sitting there, looking like a bundle of nerves wrapped in a sweater, his amber eyes fixed on you with a mix of hope and terror.

His present is always something he’s put way too much thought into: a delicate trinket he made himself, like a pressed flower bookmark or a small wooden carving of you and Wick that probably took him hours. He’ll fidget like crazy as you look at it, practically sweating bullets, and then stammer out something like, “I-I wasn’t sure if you’d like it, but I thought, uh... maybe…”

Here’s the thing: you’d better say you love it. Not just “like it,” but full-on, scream-with-joy love it. Why? Because poor Victor will have spent approximately 400 sleepless nights agonizing over that gift. When you smile and tell him it’s perfect, he’ll just about melt into the couch with relief.

Externally, he’ll nod and mumble, “I’m glad,” like it’s no big deal, but internally, he’s bursting into a fireworks display so sparkly it could rival New Year’s Eve. Wick might sense the mood too and start barking happily, adding to the chaos.

In the evening, as the holiday buzz winds down, you and Victor find yourselves by the fire, sharing a quiet, intimate moment. He’s wrapped in a blanket like a burrito, and his hands are cradling a mug of tea that he’s barely touched because he’s too busy working up the courage to speak.

Finally, he starts recounting a few childhood Christmases. His voice is soft and hesitant, like he’s afraid the words might shatter if he says them too loudly. The stories themselves are simple—a handmade toy from a neighbor, the first time he saw snow—but his eyes glow with such quiet contentment that you can practically see the warmth of those memories written all over his face.

When the fire burns low, the two of you head out for a walk. Snow is falling in soft, lazy flakes, the kind that makes the world feel like it’s holding its breath. Wick, of course, is living it up, bounding ahead and occasionally stopping to sniff a suspicious patch of snow before darting off again.

Meanwhile, Victor stays close to you, his gloved hand brushing yours but never quite daring to hold it unless you make the first move. For once, he doesn’t feel the usual anxiety about being seen. The world could be watching, but with you beside him, it doesn’t matter. He feels safe, as though the snow-covered streets and the warmth of your presence are enough to shield him from everything else.

And if Wick comes barreling back mid-walk, absolutely covered in snow and looking absurdly pleased with himself, Victor might let out the softest laugh you’ve ever heard. It’s rare, like spotting a shooting star, and it fills the quiet evening air with a joy so pure you can’t help but smile.

#victor grantz #idv x you #idv x reader #identity v x you #identity v x reader #identity v #Victor Grantz x reader #identity v postman #idv postman #idv victor #idv victor grantz #victor grantz idv

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spence-whore · 9 months ago

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Ray of Sunshine

Spencer Agnew x Reader

Request: Hi, can we have one like the Damien Haas imagine Stressful Days but with Spencer?

A/N i apologize that it has taken me forever to get this one up. I also apologize for it being super duper short. I have been struggling writing some things and honestly this was one of them because i have been having a bit of a tough time and didn’t really know how to help myself. This made me really step back and made me realize, I need to take care of myself more. I’m gonna be honest with you. I don’t like this one. I have written better things. I might just be too tough on myself but I hope you enjoy this though:) also, please remember. I fucking hate editing things. I edited this as best as I could lmao

Spencer felt like something was off today with his partner and he couldn’t tell what. You would usually send him goofy stuff throughout the day but today, you had only sent him a good morning text. A few hours passed by and Spencer sent you a text, asking if everything was okay. You had responded with a, “yeah:)” but he felt like that was a lie. It was driving him insane because he was stuck at work and wanted to be able to help you.

Little did Spencer know, you were stuck at home on the couch. You had called off from work for the day and was just laying there staring at the ceiling. You had attempted to clean up and even cook for yourself but you just simply couldn’t do anything for yourself. You got frustrated at one point, yelled, threw the rag on the counter, and went and jumped on the couch. You knew that Spencer was worried about you but you didn’t know how to vocalize that you just weren’t all there mentally.

Work was just draining you so much. You worked at a place you were not happy at. Spencer had offered to help you get a position at Smosh plenty of times but you turned him down each time. You didn’t want to crash together, work and a relationship; it just didn’t feel right to you. Everyone at your workplace was so unbelievably negative. They were so rude to you and just took out so much on you.

“Goooooooooooooooooood.” You groaned throwing a pillow over your face.

You had thought about maybe taking a shower, maybe that would help you? While getting up, your phone had buzzed, so you sat there and looked at your phone.

spence<3 : would you want to go for food when i get off work?

You smiled and responded.

you: could we maybe get takeout and just sit in the car and eat?

He didn’t respond right away, so you decided on taking a long shower.

You had turned on music and got in to just metaphorically drown your worries away.

Around twenty minutes had passed and your phone goes off. You reached out of the shower and dried your hand off, so you could grab your phone.

spence<3 : hey, i got off early. I just went ahead and got take out and brought it over. I’m here right now but don’t feel like you have to rush in the shower. Take your time<3

Right after you finished reading the text, you heard a light knock at the door.

“Hey babe, is it okay that I just came on over? I didn’t know if you wanted alone time today or something.” Spencer shouted through the door.

“Spencer, honey. I always want you around. I’ve been done for a while, so just let me dry off. I’ll be out in a second.” You responded after turning the water off. “The door is unlocked, if you want to open it.” You said after wrapping a towel around you.

You were in the process of fixing your hair out of your face whenever Spencer opened the door.

“Hey pretty thing. What’s been going on with you today?” Spencer asked walked up behind you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“I’m just so mentally drained.” You said trying to laugh but it fell flat. “Work has been killing me. I’ve been looking for a new place but can’t find anywhere’s.”

“I heard some of the people over at Mythical are looking for assistants. It’s not the same company, so we wouldn’t be working together. You could apply and I could talk to someone? Maybe put a good word in?” Spencer suggested then placed a quick kiss on the side of your head.

“Maybe, I dunno. Can we just talk about it in a little bit?” You asked, looking at him in the mirror while feeling tears welling in your eyes.

“Of course. I got some little treeeeats for a little guy in the living room.” Spencer said stepping

You turned around and just stared at Spencer for a second then pulled at his arms, so he would open them. He opened them and just yanked you into a tight hug. You stood there for a minute with your face in his chest.

“As much as I love you and love holding you, I am so hungry.” Spencer whispered while you just giggled into his chest.

“Let’s go eat then you goober.”

The two of you walked into the living room and you could’ve cried. Your apartment wasn’t that much of a mess but it had gotten a little messy since you haven’t had the energy to be a human. While you were in the shower, he had picked up all of your trash, thrown your clothes and stuff into the washer, and put your dishes into the dishwasher. He also had your favorite flowers sitting in a vase on the table in front of your couch.

You just froze and didn’t know what to say. “I thought maybe I would help you clean up a little. I know you usually use cleaning as a way to de-stress. So, I knew something was up whenever I came in and saw you had random things laying around. I just thought maybe it would boost your mood a little if I helped you out then got some food in you.” Spencer said from beside you with an awkward smile on his face and shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” You asked while sitting down and opening the pizza box that was sat in front of you.

“I have a little bit of an idea.” Spencer responded and chuckled a little. “Whenever we get done eating, would you want to go riding around? We could go to that area that overlooks some of the city and get ice cream or something?”

You just nodded your head while stuffing your mouth with pizza.

The two of you sat on the couch for a little while, eating loads of pizza and watched your favorite movie.

It’s so funny because any time someone tells you that they are mentally drained, they want alone time. They don’t want to be around others and just want to rot in bed all day. You used to be that person.

After you met Spencer, you only ever wanted him around whenever you felt down.

He felt like rays of sunshine after a rainy, horrible day.

#spencer agnew x reader #smosh x reader #spencer agnew fluff #spencer agnew imagines

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formulaforza · 2 years ago

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oh, simple thing— c.sainz

"the earth laughs in flowers" pairing: carlos sainz x female reader wc: 4.1k notes: guys remember when i used to write? back in january? crazy times. anyways.

You were five years old the first time you proclaimed that you were going to marry Carlos. It came, of course, after the implication that you would also be marrying Prince Charming (as long as he didn’t keep your glass slipper–shoes are a woman’s best friend, your mom had told you once and you never forgot it) and the gym teacher at your primary school, whose crush you’d never admit to anyone but your mom. Can you imagine the teasing? Thinking a grown-up is cute? It’s completely preposterous… or, when you were five, super-duper silly.

All three of the loves of your life were completely coincidental, coming to your brain while your mom read you a bedtime story completely coincidentally. You’d had gym class that day, of course. Played with the rolling scooters and argued with the older kids about getting a turn on the tube slide. Scooter day was always your favorite, so it was no surprise your teacher was in your good graces that evening. A

After dinner, while flipping lazily through channels on the big square television in the family room, your dad had clicked on the Disney Channel by mistake. Cinderella was halfway through and you threw a fit every time he tried to change the channel. You just thought she looked so pretty, in her big princess dress dancing at the ball.

Carlos, what had Carlos done to be in your good graces that day…? He wasn’t in your class, so you couldn’t enlist him in the war of the slides or crash into him on the scooters. He definitely wasn’t running around your house after dinner. If he was, your Mom would still be cleaning up after him somewhere in the house. Carlos, Carlos, Carlos… what had he–oh! That’s right! The flower on the way home from school. How could you ever forget the first flower? He’ll give you shit for it later.

Your mom and Carlos’ mom had been best friends long before you and Carlos burst into the scene. They liked each other more than just about anyone, and you never did understand how Reyes never tired of your Mother’s antics. She was always bossing you around, forcing you to clean up your toys and read your books. Carlos got away with whatever he wanted, his parents would even lie for him on his reading logs. Anyways, stay focused. Because your parents were such good friends, you and Carlos grew up side by side. Parallel play or bust, since neither of you were particularly apt at sharing. Everyday on the walk home from school, your moms would catch up on the gossip from the night before while you and Carlos tried to kill each other with various objects found on the sidewalk. This day, there had been eleven pebbles, two rocks, a stick, and Carlos’ metal water bottle (the one with the HotWheels logo on the side). Now, Carlos was charging at you with… a flower? A bluebell, one he’d picked straight from the ground, root and all hanging from his fist. When he held it out to you, you scowled. There wasn’t anything wrong with it. In fact, it was about as perfect as a bluebell from the sidewalk can get, but, you’re a little shit.

“It’s dead,” you said, took it from him and tossed it aside. “It’s not nice to pick flowers, Carlito. It kills them.” He burst into tears and your mother scolded you the rest of the way home, even though it was her who always told you to leave the wildflowers wild. After some time and consideration (a plate of dinosaur nuggets, half of Cinderella, and a bedtime story) you’d decided maybe Carlos was right to cry about the dead flower.

Carlos, it seemed, had gotten over the dead flower incident pretty quickly because, the very next day, he was already making a joke of it. He’d held up the walk home for fifteen minutes while he searched through a field in the park. Both of your mothers and Blanca had already shown him what had to be a hundred or so healthy, perky flowers. Carlos shook his head at each one of them, typical. You sat on the curb of the garden and played with the ants that had built a sandy hill beside your foot. You resisted the urge to stomp it, only because you knew you’d be lectured about leaving the bugs alone in the same way you were about leaving the flowers alone. After a lifetime–or enough time to have an after school snack–Carlos finally settled on the ugliest, most wilted flower you’d ever laid your eyes on. He presented it to you with a laugh and, because you’re just as stubborn as he is, you accepted the gift graciously and let it sit vaseless on your dresser for three days before someone threw it away.

Truthfully, though, the real reason you probably proclaimed your intent to marry him that night wasn’t some flower. It was that Blanca had defended you from his water bottle strike with a pebble to the back of his head, and you thought that would be a good kind of person to have as a sister.

Carlos was seventeen when he figured he’d probably end up with you eventually for the first time. There wasn’t anything romantic about it. It was more of an ah, fuck. It’s gonna be her, isn’t it?

Your families were in Mallorca, touring some vineyard–well, your parents were touring the vineyard. You, Carlos, and all of the siblings had snuck off from the group one by one and met up in the grove just outside the property. Carlos was bumming a cigarette from Blana when Ana finally turned up, stomping her way through the grass and wildflowers annoyedly. Carlos takes a puff of the cigarette and passes it over to you.

“You’re going to start a wildfire, you know?” Ana says, crosses her arms over her chest and pops out a hip all bratty.

“Ana,” Carlos groans, “shut the fuck up.” You exhale a puff of smoke through a laugh.

“If you’re going to be mean, I’m going back to Mom and Dad.”

“Okay,” he says, “have fun.”

“I will,” she proclaims, visibly annoyed that she isn’t drawing a reaction from her big brother. She loves to piss him off, everyone does, because it’s just so easy. “I’ll have sooo much fun telling them about how you’re all in the woods smoking. I’m sure Dad will love that, don’t you think, Carlos?” Blanca rolls her eyes. Sometimes it’s fun to mess with Ana, and sometimes keeping her humble becomes more of a chore than anything else.

Ana stomps away, her whole sneaky journey wasted, the group’s entire smoke session ruined by the pesky baby sister who can’t decide if she wants more to be included or to be a tattletale. “Don’t kill any more flowers on the way back!” Carlos calls after her, passes the cigarette to you again for one last puff before the lot of you have to make your way back to the winery, to the bathroom you’d all claimed to need to use over the past hour. Ana turns on her heels to make sure Carlos can see her eye roll. He just smiles, and you think if Carlos was your brother you probably would have killed him with your bare hands a long time ago.

You squat down to put the cigarette out in the dirt and Carlos digs a hole with his heel for you to drop it into, kicks the dirt back over it and stomps on it a couple times. “Fuckin’ snitch,” he mutters under his breath.

He snatches up one of the stomped on flowers, pulls it from the ground–root and all–and presents it to you. “You really are such an ass,” you say, take the flower and link your arm through his for the remainder of the walk back. “I love you,” you add, “but you’re an ass.”

You were twenty the first time your friendship with Carlos became a threat to one of your relationships. It wouldn’t be the last time. You’d been together for seven months, you and Mateo, Mateo and you. Met at a club in Barcelona and the rest was history. It was a simple conflict of interest, a scheduling woe. You were forced to make a decision. Your boyfriend’s grandma’s birthday party… or Carlos’ debut in Australia. To you, it seemed like the easiest decision in the world. His grandmother isn’t even that old–she’s got plenty of birthdays ahead of her, ones that you’d be happy to celebrate. But Carlos’ debut? Really? That’s once in a lifetime. It’s the shit you just don’t miss, even if you’re in the hospital or literally on your deathbed (which Mateo’s grandma is NOT, by the way. She lived seven more years according to recent Facebook posts).

“You’re going to Australia?” He’d scoffed when you told him, mentioned it so nonchalantly over dinner. When I’m in Australia, don’t forget to water the plants, or something along those trivial lines. He was just as offended as you were utterly confused. There’s no way he thought– “What about my abuela’s birthday?”

You’d laughed. The wrong thing to do, you know, but it was an action done without thought, without intention. “What about it?”

“You’re supposed to come with me.”

“I never said that,” you shake your head and he pulls a face. You set your silverware down and prepare for the coming argument. Normally, you’d just back down, but this is Carlos we’re talking about. Carlos, and his dream. Carlos, and his reality. “I didn’t,” you reaffirm.

He leans forward onto the table, elbows shaking the entire thing, rattling the wine glasses and ceramic against the wood. “I assumed you–”

“–I don’t know why you would assume I‘d be doing anything except supporting Carlos,” you say, more defensive than you intend to be. It’s just, you can already see where this is going, even if it’s never gone there before. You’ve watched the girls Carlos brings home look at him the same way Mateo is looking at you right now, or more importantly, how he doesn’t look at you.

“You know, I don’t either.” He nods, but it’s more of a full body movement, like he’s rocking forward, lips pursed and jaw tight. His eyebrows raise like he’s going to shrug, like he’s surprised with himself. You doubt you read the emotion right. “It’s always about Carlos, isn’t it?”

You lean back in your seat, cross your arms over your chest, close your eyes just long enough to hide the eye roll, and then you’re piling the silverware and the napkin onto the plate and moving the party to the kitchen sink. “I’m not doing this right now,” you say when you grab the wine glass carelessly.

“Oh, so you know what this is about, then?” He calls after you, gathers his things sloppily and follows you into the kitchen.

“You just said it’s about Carlos,” you say, slamming the sink on and clattering the plates into the bowl. Carlos had told you about these fights, about the ones he’s had with his girlfriends. You’d laughed about them, always thought it was so funny–the idea of someone left fuming by your friendship. The crazy assumptions, they couldn’t be more wrong if they tried. You and Carlos are nothing but platonic, you’ve always been platonic, you’ll always be platonic. When you know someone as long as you’ve known Carlos, they just become a part of you, build this little home in your soul that blends in so perfectly you could never cut it out with clean margins. It’s not just Carlos, either. It’s Blanca and Ana, too. Hell, it’s even Carlos Sr. and Reyes, but nobody ever seems to understand that.

“It’s my Abuela,” he says, like you’re supposed to be moved or something, and he sets his dishes in the sink on top of yours. “It’s her birthday, and you’re supposed to come with me. I told my family you were coming.”

“I don’t understand why you would do that,” you start scrubbing the first plate with far more aggression than required. You’re not a good fighter, you get mean, and you get mean quick. “I was never not going to Australia.”

He laughs, leans against the counter with his arms crossed, staring at the ground, at the crumbs waiting to be swept up. “Because you’re never going to choose me over Carlos, right?”

“Mateo.”

“Answer the question.”

You freeze, squeeze the soapy sponge in a fist until there’s nothing left to ring out of it. “I’m certainly not going to choose your Abuela over my friend. Over my brother.”

“He’s not your brother.”

You sigh, go back to cleaning. “He’s like my brother.”

“Yeah, if you wanted to fuck your brother,” he says, and meets your eyes with wide, proud eyes like he’d done something, caught you in some illicit love affair. You resist the urge to grab the wand from the sink and spray him with a jet of water.

Instead, coldly, you’d replied, “get out,” and pointed to the door.

His hands shot up in some great defense. Or maybe it was offense, you really never could read him that well. “I see how you look at him.”

In. Out. In, and then out. Deep breaths. “I said leave, Mateo.”

“Because you know I’m right.” In, then out. “You know how fucked up it is that there’s three people in our relationship,” in, out. “Four, if you count Carlos’ girlfriend! What do you think she thinks about all this? You looking at her boyfriend like your favorite candy?” In, then. In, then–in, and then you slap him with a wet hand, the contact reverberating into a splash, coating the walls and the ceiling and the entire fucking room in anger. Anger, and dirty dish water.

The anger is deafening, the room so quiet that the sink makes the kitchen sound like it’s directly behind a waterfall.

He storms off into the living room. You return to the dishes, hear the jingle of his keys, the door opening. “Fuck you!” You call after him, but what you really mean is Fuck Carlos.

When you get the breakup text a few days later, you’re not surprised. You put on your best face and pretend you never read it because while your boyfriend did just break up with you in a seven word text, you’re sitting out the back of the Toro Rosso motorhome watching Carlos pace.

You’ll tell him later, you think, after the race. And then, you don’t dare ruin the celebration, ride the high out until it can’t be ridden any longer. By the time you do get around to telling him, you’re all but moved on, mentioning it nonchalantly amongst the chaos of his first season. It falls away to the backburner, into irrelevancy, and Carlos never does ask what happened to sour the relationship. He does, however, have a wilted arrangement of flowers delivered to your front door with a handwritten note–ugly and dead, just like your relationship. You’d laughed for maybe twenty straight minutes.

Carlos was twenty-four when he realized he was in love with you, that maybe he always had been. He’d just broken up with a girlfriend, one whose name he hardly remembers now. Alessandra… Alena… Adrianna–oh, screw it. It was definitely an “A,” and if it wasn’t, he’s sure it was a vowel. Not the point. He was twenty-four and had just dumped whatever her name was because it just didn’t feel right. (What does right feel like at twenty-four? And how do you know it when you see it? The world may never know).

It was three races into the 2019 season, and he’d been having a particularly unlucky start with his new team. He’d spent the offseason relatively alone in Woking, finding his footing in a new place, a new team, a new car. Everything is gray, you’d told him the night he announced his impending move, scrolling through your phone at Google search results for the town. “It’s not gray,” he said, and without needing to say anything or flash him a look, he backtracked. “Okay, it’s a little gray.”

Three races in–an engine fire and two first lap collisions–in, and everything is feeling pretty gray, not just his rainy apartment (flat, he’s been taught to call it) in Woking. The cards felt stacked against him, and reluctantly, he’d called in reinforcements to Baku, a couple of good luck charms in the form of the people he loved. You, Ana, and Blanca flew in together and made Carlos come pick you up from the airport himself.

You climbed into the backseat and were anything but gray. You were glowing, completely and utterly sunkissed, and your hair was messy from travel but it reminded him of what you’re like after a good nap. Groggy and sleepy and desperate to stretch out like a cat. He hates that he knows how you like to stretch after a nap, the exact pattern of movements you do. Do you know how much time you have to spend with someone to memorize their post-nap stretch routine? Too much time, that’s how much.

You got into his car, all bright and sunny, and sure, his sisters were there and he loves them so much. But, you’re here, and you’re bright and sunny and everything feels just a little less gray. He pulls out from the airport and while he doesn’t realize that he loves you just yet, he knows something in him has been chemically altered by your smile, irrevocably so.

It’s Sunday when he realizes, somewhere between the checkered flag and the team debrief when you and the girls appear, practically crash into him like you’d been dropped down into the garage right from the sky. He hugs you, and you smell like sunshine. He wants to bash his head into the wall of his driver's room, to lay in front of Lando’s car and ask him to run him over because he’s not supposed to take note of the way you smell (unless it’s to call you out for smelling like shit).

You kiss his cheek and shove his shoulder because you’re so happy for him, because you’re always so happy for him. He doesn’t think it’s fair for someone like him to always have someone this happy for him. He loves that about you. He loves everything about you. He loves you. Fuck, he’s in love with you.

Lando nearly pees his pants over a tweet the next day. Carlos has reached a new level of Carlos-ing, it read, with a picture of him visibility distracted while being fed to the media pen. He can’t tell his teammate that the reason he’s so distracted is because he’s internally debating the pros and cons of ruining your friendship forever.

You’re twenty-four when you and Carlos start dating. The two of you drag it out for as long as humanly possible, stretch the patience of everyone around you so thin they won’t be surprised (or concerned) at the idea of you and him getting together. It’s scary. Really, really scary to admit your feelings for each other, to tell the rest of the world about it, but Carlos keeps bringing you these mis-shapen flowers, ones where the dye is soaked up poorly or they’re a couple days too wilted. It’s our thing, he would always say, and kiss you while you cut the stems to fit in your favorite vase.

He was right, it was something that was just yours. There was nobody else actively searching out dying flowers in the shops or carefully picking the dirtiest wildflower from its root on an evening walk through the city. That was just the two of you, and nobody else understood it.

“It’s gross,” a friend told you, twiddling one of the half-dead flower stems between her fingers while you shared gossip over glasses of wine. “You got these today and they’re ready to be thrown in the bin.”

“You don’t get it,” you’d swatted her words away. The dead flowers weren’t understood, and they didn’t need to be. They were special to you and Carlos, and when it came down to it, nothing else mattered to you.

“Seriously, though,” she’d continued, “It’s… I don’t know. Dead flowers, it’s just weird.”

Carlos is twenty-six when you break up. It’s mutual, it is. Even when it doesn’t feel like it’s mutual, when either one of you desperately searches to blame the other for the pitfalls, it’s still mutual, still two people who love each other. Who just aren’t in love with each other anymore.

There’s a lot of reasons if you want to get into it, but his new drive is the catalyst for pretty much all of them. Carlos is with Ferrari now, which is the dream, but it's also the nightmare. McLaren is iconic and historic but Ferrari… well. Everyone knows the Vettel quote, everyone knows the kid’s car is red. Ferrari’s Ferrari and you’re just… you. Time runs out, patience runs thin, and that’s the end of it.

You’re twenty-seven when you see him for the first time post-breakup. It’s a setup by your parents. Mallorca and the vineyard, again. You don’t think anything of it, so much has happened in the last decade and Mallorca is half of Spain’s favorite vacation destination.

He’s sitting with his family at the bar, the whole clan of them sipping from a wine-tasting tray. His eyes shoot up to meet yours with the loud creak of the old, heavy doors. He does a double take, and your stomach turns into a ball of knotted necklaces.

During the same tour you’d been on all those years ago, you sneak off with the same excuse you’d used. Blanca and Ana don’t follow after you to debate the environmental damages of bumming a cigarette in the grove or to threaten to snitch on you to your parents. They stay behind and listen and you stomp through the wildflowers to get some air. You’re already outside, Carlos would say if he were there. You’re my dirty air, you’d tell him, and he would roll his eyes, shove his hands deep in his pockets and rock on his heels.

He knows you’re not in the bathroom, there isn’t a single nerve in your mind that thinks he doesn’t know exactly where you are. He doesn’t sneak off behind you. You gather your thoughts in the grove by yourself, leant against a tree older than you’ll dream of being. You pick a wildflower, one that looks picture perfect, snap it carefully from the root and stick the stem behind your ear.

When you return to your party, they don’t notice you’ve been gone for far too long to use the bathroom or that you’ve got a flower in your hair. Well, all of them except Carlos, who slows his walking pace to drop to the back of the group next to you. “Nice flower,” he comments quietly.

You nod, watch your feet as they move in synchronized steps with him on the grassy path. “Thanks.”

“It’s dead,” he adds, and you smile dimly. “It’s not nice to kill the flowers.”

Carlos is twenty-eight when he’s perusing the birthday card section at the local gift shop. He’s trying to find one that perfectly sums up his birthday wishes for you. It has to be sunny and happy and so, so sorry for everything (even when it’s nobody’s fault). It has to say, I’ll always love you without saying I am still terribly in love with you. It has to be subtle and obvious and endearing and serious and funny. It has to be everything his words can’t be.

He eventually settles on one, tucks it into the yellow envelope and licks it shut. He handwrites your name on it messily, like you could get confused about who it’s for and need a label, or like he has a stack of yellow envelopes for dozens of other people sitting sealed on his kitchen counter. He goes to the florist next, picks out a stock arrangement from the fridge and a package of flower seeds. The final stop on his city tour is your apartment. Three knocks on your door, and then you’re undoing the deadbolt.

“Hi,” you say, confused by his presence on your welcome mat.

“Happy Birthday,” he smiles. “This is the last time I get you dead flowers.”

You and Carlos are thirty at your wedding. He cries when you walk down the aisle and there isn’t a single real flower in your bouquet. It’s all fake, and one of your friends asks if you’re worried it might look tacky or cheap. Anyone who thinks that shouldn’t be at our wedding, you’d told them.

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boybeholding · 3 months ago

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Hi there!

I really loved your 2012 Leo/Stoner Reader and was wondering if you could do a scenario with a very high Leo being mushy and lovestruck to the reader 👉👈 or a headcanons of similar premise? :)

I super duper love the way you write 12 Leo btw ♡ ♡

hi anon!! I'm so glad you've enjoyed my stuff so far!! <33 I must seem biased with how much 12 leo i'm writing, but it's not my fault people keep sending in fun requests lol

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2012 Leo + Reader Content Warnings: recreational drug use

companion piece

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When your curtain jostled against the wall, you found yourself turning on instinct, shoulders slumping when it was merely the wind, giving way transparently to the rooftop of the building next to you.

Leo had texted you over an hour ago, asking if you were doing anything. You’d said no, truthfully, having been laying in bed playing Subway Surfers on your phone.

It was just about your bedtime, and you’d smoked a bowl to assure a peaceful 8 hours before your upcoming morning shift– but you couldn’t help but wait on Leo’s potential visit. You knew from experience that if he showed up to find you asleep, he’d turn right back around. So you were determined to stay awake until you couldn’t. You rarely got to see him as it was.

After staring out the window for a few more moments, you sighed, and reclined back onto your bed. You closed your eyes, crossing your arms over your head.

Sleep was beckoning gently, and you found yourself loosening your muscles to it. You could just rest your eyes…

“Hey. Are you up?”

The whisper was so close it nearly made you reel, jolting your head up. As usual, you hadn’t heard his entrance. Leo was standing, slightly awkwardly, over your bed.

“Mhm- yeah.. Sorry, was just stretching,” You mumbled absently, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

You took in the sight of him, a little more intently than you meant to. It was a little odd, that he’d risked waking you to come inside– and on closer inspection, he seemed… tense.

“What’s up? What’d you do tonight?” you asked softly, tone casual, if slightly probing. He gave you a sideways glance, obviously not fooled by your attempted nonchalance.

“Wasted my time,” He mumbled bitterly, folding his hands together in his lap.

Definitely tense.

You huffed at him, unsatisfied with that as an answer, though you knew him well enough that you figured it was the only one you were getting for a while.

“...Well, I’m gonna…” you mimed puffing a joint with one hand, pointing to your still open window. “You wanna go put on the TV? I can meet you out there.”

A look of conflict crossed his face, and you were worried for a moment that he didn’t have the time. Truly, you didn’t either, but between Leo and sleep, the pick was easy.

“I’ll wait in here,” He settled, pulling himself a little more upward onto the bed. You stared for a moment, then nodded, grabbing your pipe from the ashtray on your windowsill.

Leo turned to face you as you moved, staring at your hands intently. It didn’t feel like anything special, packing the ground bud into the glass bowl of the pipe– but every time, he watched, enraptured.

After taking the first drag, leaving ashes glowing a cherry red, you held it across the bed to him.

Maybe it was a little hypocritical to get on his case for watching you load the pipe. You always found yourself drawn in the same way when he took it from you. He’d close his eyes so gently when he exhaled…

You had been a little disappointed the first time, when he hadn’t so much as coughed. Why did he have to be so damn good at everything?

You passed it back and forth until the pipe was burnt down to nothing, and when you decided to load it again, you were immensely surprised when Leo reached over to pluck it from you. One hit was rare for the mutant, and now he was trying to match your pace.

“Slow down, man,” you giggled, catching his breath quiver on a particularly long drag.

“I’m f–ine,” He mumbled, straining with the effort to hold back his own laughter. He held his arms above his head, taking slow breaths until his airway was clear.

“That was, like, 6 hits. You know that, right?” You quirked a brow at him. “What happened to you?”

He pouted, hands tangling idly in his lap as he watched you tap out the ash.

“I… okay. I just…” He sighed, eyes squeezing tight as he visibly searched for the words. “I felt like I was going to do something stupid. So, I… thought I’d come here, instead of… picking a fight at home.”

“So you’d rather do something stupid with me?” You grinned.

He fought a smile, eyes locked far-off on the floor.

“Something like that?”

You ended up settled in your living room, no lights but the television screen you sat in front of. You had scanned the late night broadcasts diligently, but settled on an anime rerun on Adult Swim. You didn’t care much for it, the isekai B-plot lost on you, but Leo seemed to be enjoying himself.

“I’m hungry,” you mused quietly, a little jostled by Leo sitting up.

“I got it,” He said rather quickly. You raised your brow, turning to watch him over the back of the couch as he walked into your kitchen. You couldn’t help your amusement as he bumbled around, looking through pantries like he’d never been in there before.

“Those are the tupperware, bud.”

“Oh…” He mumbled, not even trying to save face as he normally would. He finally made his way to the fridge, though after opening it, he was faced with a new challenge.

“Uh, what do you want?” He asked with a small, bashful smile.

“There’s leftovers at the top.” You pointed past him, though with the distance between you, it did little to clarify.

He grabbed the black takeout boxes, slowly looking through them.

“You went to sushi without me?” He asked sadly as he walked back into the living room, and you resisted the urge to poke fun at his syntax.

“Hey, you’re the one who’s always busy. Besides, it wasn’t like it was Murakamis,” you rebutted, taking one of the boxes from him.

“I’m not busy!”

“Please, all you talk about is training and patrolling and fighting all the time. This is the first time I’ve seen you in weeks.”

He frowned, sitting down on the couch a lot closer than he had been. Your knees brushed slightly.

“Well– okay, yeah. We’ve been a little busy,” He admitted with a slight pout. “But you could still text me more.”

You chuckled around a mouthful of sushi, shifting closer so you could pat his shell. You didn’t say anything, just shrugged in half-agreement.

He let out a slightly strangled noise when you touched him. It startled you, admittedly, and you were about to ask if he was alright, when he leaned back, trapping your hand between his shell and the couch. His eyes had trailed back to the TV screen, so you decided against saying anything, just rubbing your hand up and down along the rigid grooves. The feeling was grounding against your brain fog, something firm to anchor yourself on.

It came to you a while later, on the decline of your high, that you two were… Close.

At some point, Leo’s head had migrated onto your chest, laying on top of you with your hands roving over his shell. It had been a natural progression at the time. This was the most convenient access point to his back. But looking down at him now, his face smushed on your chest as he hummed and sighed in gentle contentment, you felt like you damn near might explode.

“Is– am I supposed to feel so… blurry?” Leo asked into your shirt, tilting his head up to look at you with wide-blown eyes.

“Yeah, that’s normal,” you mumbled, nails catching on the ridges of his shell. “Are you supposed to be so cute?” You flirted absently, your restraint still loosened by the cannabis in your system.

Leo blinked, slowly, and you almost laughed at how glazed over his eyes were. He grinned, visibly confused.

“Wait… can you repeat that? I totally misheard you,”

“I said you’re cute.”

His expression dropped into bewilderment, and his cheeks darkened.

“Ohh. I, uh, I guess I did hear you then.” He chuckled, eyes darting away from you for a moment as the gears in his head spun. “I, uh… Thought I’d imagined it,”

You couldn’t help yourself.

“You think stuff like that a lot?” You prodded. “About me?”

He covered his head with a hand, still looking away.

“...Maybe?” He confessed, an embarrassed smile forced onto his face.

You felt like american cheese on a grilling burger. Melting, stuck to the couch beneath you.

“I just think you’re cool,” He added.

You lifted a hand to toy with the ends of his bandanna, twisting them around on your thumb.

“I think you’re cool too, Leo.”

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kisskissbanggang · 2 months ago

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Trick or Treat! Going to a party on Halloween with Hyunjin, maybe a little smutty, semi public? An idea ya know :) 🧡

(a super duper overdue)

TRICK OR TREAT

((OH MY GOD I'm so so late posting this but I loved this prompt so much that I couldn't not 😭🧡 sorry it's a little long but I adore it so much omg, he's so much fun to write for 🥰 I hope you enjoy!!))

[Hyunjin x F!Reader - NSFW/Smut - Public, Semi-Public, Teasing, FWB, Inappropriate Touching, Dry Sex, Ill-Advised Lap Sitting, Stuck Sex, First Kisses, Idiots in Love, Catching Feelings, House Parties, Mistaken Identities, Masks]

This was your date, right? It'd be really awkward to be sitting on someone's lap and have it not be your date. You scanned the party, hoping to catch sight of Hyunjin, because if anyone could subtly help you out in this awkward situation, it'd be him. Hyunjin was one of your closest friends... Even if things were a little weird between you lately.

It wasn't even like you'd fooled around. Not really. The first time you'd ever done anything together, it had been a total accident, you swear. You were on a double date with Hyunjin and running late to a movie. In the darkness, it was hard to tell exactly how everyone had stumbled into their seats. It was reckless, yeah, and maybe a bit inappropriate, but you loved how your date held your hand so forwardly. Poor excuse for your next move, but you had decided to be bold yourself and trace your fingers along the inner seam of his jeans, teasing him throughout the entire movie. It wasn't until afterwards when your date asked if you were upset with him that you realized anything was wrong. When you asked him why he wanted to know, you were mortified when he told you that you hadn't held his hand during the movie at all. Unsurprisingly, neither of you had a second date after that.

Somehow, the next time you did anything with Hyunjin was worse. Like, much worse. You and Hyunjin already weren't talking about the double date fiasco, and this was only going to make that fact funnier. On a late summer night, you got a text from Hyunjin, pleading you to come over and help him. You had dropped what you were doing and rushed over to his place.

"What's wrong?" you'd worriedly asked once you arrived.

"It's my ex! I told her she can't come over because I have a girl over."

"... And that won't stop her?"

Hyunjin had sighed into his hands. "I never changed my keypad combo. I need you to answer the door when she comes."

"Hyunjin... she's met me."

Your friend had kicked his couch in exasperation, the piece of furniture squeaking in protest, and understandably stubbed his toe in the process. However, Hyunjin stopped cursing over his toe and looked at the couch, processing an idea.

"Get in the bedroom," he'd ushered you.

"What?!"

"You don't have to actually do anything! Just, if she lets herself in and hears us pretending to hook up, she'll have to leave."

There was no excuse for this, but at the time it had sounded stupid enough to work. You and Hyunjin sat on his bed with the door to his room closed.

"You're not allowed to kiss me," you'd mandated.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes and wrinkled his nose at you. "I didn't realize that'd be a concern of yours."

You both waited awkwardly until there was a soft knock at the front door, at which time you and Hyunjin immediately set about your ridiculous plan. On his knees so he could make the bed squeak as loudly as possible, Hyunjin admittedly looked a little hot while he rocked into the bed and pretended to moan. You must've looked equally hilarious, though, sitting cross-legged on the bed and boredly moaning as well. This was even sort of fun, until the front door opened. Even though this was precisely why Hyunjin took the plan this far, it still terrified you that his possessive ex could be this forthright. You and Hyunjin had exchanged horrified glances and pretended to moan even louder, rocking his bed into the wall.

And then it got worse. Hyunjin's ex had cursed, whining that he was only pretending to have a girl over. Even though he was, neither of you wanted to know what the consequences of her finding that out would be. Thinking fast, you'd lifted your dress around your hips and pulled Hyunjin between your legs, now plainly simulating dry sex in Hyunjin's bed. You'd buried your face in his neck, trying to hide your identity, when Hyunjin's ex swung open the door. She'd shrieked and shielded her eyes before cursing at Hyunjin and promptly running out the door. When Hyunjin finally stopped pretending to thrust against you, you'd woefully taken clear notice of the bulge in his jeans. Sitting up revealed, to your mortification, that you were soaked. Hyunjin's face had been flushed, on the verge of breaking a sweat when he quickly adjusted his jeans and briskly thanked you. Now this was another thing both of you refused to talk about.

Which led to tonight. Only a couple months after the ex-girlfriend plot and almost half a year after the movie theater debacle, you and Hyunjin were still great friends who never, ever discussed what was going on between you two, because there was actually nothing going on to discuss. Which was good because you were supposed to meet up with his friend Changbin for a casual date at Halloween party they were invited to.

The thing you weren't expecting, however, was not seeing Hyunjin downstairs at the lobby like you'd planned. Hyunjin's friend, Felix, was friendly as always when he let you into his apartment, but he did tell you that he wasn't sure where Hyunjin was as well. This was odd, given that Felix didn't exactly have a big apartment and you didn't exactly show up when everyone else did. There was only a handful of people in the modest apartment. The small kitchen and tiny balcony didn't reveal Hyunjin, nor did the living room when you checked again before sitting on Felix's small couch next to a grim reaper mannequin. You tried shouldering the mannequin aside, attempting to get some personal space, but found the decoration surprisingly heavy. When you tried again, the mannequin grabbed your hand, making you shriek. The decorative grim reaper laughed brightly, its shoulders shaking before slipping off its mask, revealing Changbin's fluffy curls that he shook out of his eyes. He pulled his fogged-up glasses off of his nose so he could wipe them off with his cloak.

This was a relief, if anything. Meeting up with Changbin was the whole point of the night to begin with. You chatted and flirted on the couch as more guests filtered into the party, but still no sign of Hyunjin. Concern began to seep into the corners of your mind, a nagging thought persisting that maybe something had happened to him. You excused yourself, grabbing a drink from the impressive spread laid out in the crowded apartment. Barring the whole Hyunjin-being-missing thing, this was an incredible time. Changbin was so hot and nice, and you were easily winding each other up. The first time Changbin worked up the nerve to put his hand on your knee, you almost burst. There was already discussion of whose place you were heading after the party, yours or his. This meant that Hyunjin had to hurry his ass up and show his face at this party, or you were going to be distracted worrying about him all night.

Your nerves calmed down a little when you walked back to the couch. Changbin had his mask back on and was scrolling through his phone, and you decided to be bold and sit down on his lap. The couch was crowded, after all. You serenely cuddled like this, people-watching at the party, and even getting a little excited when you noticed Changbin was getting a bit hard where you were seated on his lap.

Except that was when Changbin emerged from the kitchen, cocktail in one hand and mask in another. Frankly, you could've pissed yourself, your guts clenched so hard. Who the hell were you sitting on?!

Your answer came when the grim reaper you were sitting on pulled his mask off, revealing Hyunjin brushing his fingers back through his shaggy hair. That gut-clenching feeling grew worse. You stared, gobsmacked, as Hyunjin laughed, oblivious to your distress and Changbin's confusion.

"Hey!" Hyunjin giggled, "you got the same mask!"

Changbin attempted to diplomatically chuckle. "Uh, heh, yeah. You texted me that pic of it!"

"I meant it as inspo!" howled Hyunjin, his shoulders shaking. His hips shifting under you reminded you of how hard he had been getting. You whipped your head in his direction.

"Can I talk to you?" you half-asked, half-demanded.

Hyunjin looked confused when you grabbed his sleeve and dragged him out to the tiny balcony, where poor Felix had apparently stored all his extra crap for the duration of the party. You were shoved in between a stack of plastic storage totes and a small washer/dryer, chest to chest with Hyunjin. Good thing for the proximity, too, because it reminded you not to yell at him and draw more attention to yourselves.

"I was going to ask you," Hyunjin nonchalantly began, "where were you?"

"Where was I?!" you whisper-shrieked at him. "I've been waiting for you for the past thirty minutes! Thank god Changbin was here already or--"

"Yeah! I saw that," your friend noted brightly, almost making you go ballistic in the process. "How was that going?"

"It was going great until, you know, until I was sitting on your lap instead of his!"

"That was crazy," Hyunjin agreed. "I can't believe you didn't even check to see if it was me."

"I wasn't trying to sit on your lap! I was--ugh, just forget it!"

Hyunjin gazed at you curiously as you tried to shove yourself away from him and leave the balcony... until you realized you couldn't. The two of you were wedged. Now Hyunjin got a bit more distressed with you.

"Was this on purpose?" you badgered him. "Things have been weird between us and now that I'm getting with one of your friends, you want me all to yourself?"

"Weird? What's weird?" Hyunjin argued, trying to push you out and away from him. "Things are weird because you keep on throwing yourself at me! Do you want Changbin or not?"

"Throwing myself at you?!" you blustered. "Who was the one who invited me over and dry-fucked me to scare off their ex?!"

"Who was the one who felt me up during a whole movie and pretended like nothing happened after?!" Hyunjin argued back.

You grabbed the hem of your dress and yanked it up when you found that it was restricting the use of your legs. This didn't remotely work, instead only pressing you hip to hip with Hyunjin, separated now by only your panties and his jeans. He blushed hard when he realized the same thing you did. You rolled your eyes. "Look, you're even hard for me again. All I did was sit on your lap."

Hyunjin looked anywhere but at you, an easy task given the darkness of the balcony. In fact, someone had pulled the curtain in front of the screen door closed in the apartment, making it impossible for any of the partygoers to see what was going on outside and cutting out most of the auxiliary light.

"Fine," Hyunjin grumbled, "you're right. I'm sorry. You just... look really good tonight."

Begrudgingly, you looked up at your friend. "... Yeah?"

"... Yeah," he curtly nodded.

The ensuing kiss felt like it lacked impetus but also like it'd been there all along. Both of you had been hurtling towards this kiss for months now, maybe even going back to when you first met. And, now that you finally crossed first base (after skipping it and going to second), it felt like you were making up for lost time. There'd never been an opportunity to really notice how big Hyunjin's hands were, and now they were all over you, everywhere he could reach where you were wedged up against each other. You were nearly light-headed when you noticed his long fingers expertly navigating the close quarters to pull your panties aside, and you suddenly came back to your senses.

"Right here?" you wheezed, half-heartedly putting your hand on his arm.

"Can we?" Hyunjin pleaded, equally needy and hoarse. "We already halfway did it a couple months ago."

You thought about this, only as critically as Hyunjin's lips on your neck could allow, and you quickly nodded your agreement. Swiftly, you could feel the warmth of Hyunjin's hardness between your legs, contrasting amazingly with the cool night air. This was just like back on Hyunjin's bed, only a million times better now that everything seemed to be clearly laid out between you. You were embarrassed to think you'd refused to let yourself acknowledge how long you'd wanted Hyunjin, and you suspected he felt the same. He was indecipherable in the moment. His thrusts were haphazard and rough, but he kissed you tenderly whenever his lips caught yours. Stunningly, he'd even begun to work up a sweat, which you found confoundingly hot. Hyunjin was in a rush to take his time with you. Whether you did it for 5 minutes or 30, you had no idea, but your climax almost snuck up on you, it came so easily.

"Hyunjin," you whimpered, "I'm gonna--"

"Shh, not so loud," he warned, even through his tensed jaw, his scrunched eyes betraying how close he also was. "Hold onto me, okay?"

You and Hyunjin clutched onto each other, your nails digging into his biceps and his hands grabbing onto your hips in a vice as you collectively gasped and sighed and cursed through your combined peaks.

Spots and stars clouded your vision for a minute while you and Hyunjin caught your breath. Things threatened to turn awkward, but you refused to let it. You and Hyunjin were still close. Now you were even closer. You just had to know where you were headed next.

"So..." Hyunjin panted. "Do we sneak out or do I talk to Changbin?"

You grinned up at Hyunjin, brushing your fingers through his hair. "I think we find a way to get off this balcony first."

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thepinkdreamganjaqueen · 3 months ago

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Subway Obsessions Arthur’s POV ch3

Arthur Fleck POV x Fem!Reader

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Summary: Chapter 3 of the Subway Obsessions series from Arthurs POV. Arthur has had a rough couple of days since meeting Y/N. But she always has a way of making his day. This story follows their first date and a late ride on the subway home. Crowds aren't Y/Ns thing, Arthur does all he can to quell her unease.

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, piv, unprotected sex, breeding, public exhibitionism, begging, groping, mentions of mental health struggles, mentions of violence, mentions of murder, swearing, obsession, self-doubt, fem!reader, romantic smut, fluff (super-duper fluffy)

A/N: And I'm baaaack!! With another installment of the subway series. Yall already know I love Arthur's perspective. Seeing how he loves us, diving into his psyche and knowing how he feels, what goes through his mind during those tender moments… ugh, I can't take it!! Eeeeee!! As always, I hope you all enjoy! Comments, criticisms, ideas, want to say hey? Reach out I welcome all!! But please be nice. Enjoy enjoyyyy!!! Cheers!

Word Count: 8.2k

SERIES: Subway Obsessions

CHAPTER 3: Easy

Arthur was awoken suddenly, his mind jolting him awake. No alarm? He sleepily looks over from the sofa at the clock. Nope, I'm just up early. His mind has been waking him up every day before his alarm. It's as if his bodies circadian rhythm changed for her. Every night he went to sleep, it was hard knowing he had to wait until morning to call Y/N, he couldn’t wait. But he did, he waited, wanting to respect her time but chomping at the bit just the same. A good morning text every morning. A call before bed every night. He had spent every free second of his days as of late talking to her or texting her. Remarking at the pictures she would send him. Nothing too dirty or anything, he had just asked her for one for his contact photo. She had sent several and he saved every single one. He would look at them periodically throughout the day, a gentle reminder that things aren't as bad as they are sometimes in his mind. He found himself trying to divide his time between work, home, his mental health and her. A task not so easily done when your fully distracted he thought. Often reminiscing about the moments on the train throughout the day, he caught himself blushing. Always thinking about her, her voice, her smile, her smell. It's as if he could imagine her into being before him with his experiences alone. He would reach out, hoping for her to be there, but he settled for talking to her. He loved hearing her voice. After a long day of misery and being unable to breath under the cities fist of oppression, she was the breath of fresh air he so badly needed. Allowing him to shed the tatters of his ruined day and lay them at her feet.

He could still feel her embrace from that night. He never wanted it to end. She held him so preciously. The way she cuddled him, holding him to her, embracing him, lightly caressing his skin, twirling his locks into little curls around her finger as she smiled upon him. He was spent that evening, putting all of his energy into her hoping to please her. He had a headache from pure exertion afterwards, but it was only slight, and nothing compared to the feeling she gave him. It was as if being with her, being inside her, made the world brighter, more inviting, more loving. Everything around her took on an ethereal glow and he thought, being with her made even the dingiest and darkest subway train car a warm and welcome environment. Her presence literally warping his world. This was not the case when she was gone. He held onto those moments dearly when his day began to darken. These past couple of days took him to a dark space. Dealing with state issues, no funding for his medications and having to navigate that. He was able to pay out of pocket for his generics at least. Y/N was his rock in this situation. Just being there to listen and understand. There wasn’t much she could do in those regards, but just hearing her voice after a rocky day made his body relax. He could rest easy when he knew she was on the other end of that phone. Some days he felt maybe he was being difficult dealing with his inner turmoil. If he ever was, she never made it seem that way. Always listening and giving compassion. She didn’t pretend to fully understand, yet she was kind enough to learn and to validate his experiences and emotions. Sometimes it still took him getting used to her kindness, it was so out of place, so foreign to him. But knowing her story and learning more about her every day, he knew she was the one. Really, he had known the first day he saw her weeks ago on the subway. He never told her he had watched her from a far, admiring her almost daily. He was elated he no longer had to follow her secretly. How lucky for him the way things went that evening a few nights ago. It was nothing he could have ever hoped for but everything he had wished and dreamed about… but even better!

That night after getting dressed, he rode the train back with her to see her home safely. Not wanting to leave her, not yet not ever. He often thought about how she fell asleep that night. She fell from his shoulder to his chest as he cradled her, feeling the breath from her nose on his arms. Such tiny little breaths. He was so filled with love in that moment. He watched as she slept upon him, drifting off so calmly in his presence. She must really feel safe with me, he thought. He brushed the hair that would blow onto her face and tickle her. Hed brush a lock aside and she would crinkle her nose. He kissed her head, her hair, gingerly peppering kisses on her as she lay. Her calm sleeping face, so angelic, so serene and peaceful. In those moments she embodied everything he wished he could be, and he provided that space for her to flourish. As the train swayed its way through tunnel after endless tunnel, he watched her, smiling and lamenting of the nights earlier festivities. How open she was with him, the things she did to him. But he couldn’t help but feel pangs in his heart anytime he once again came to the realization she was here with him, fully, and willingly. As hesitant and doubtful as he may be, he felt confirmation with her sleeping on him. Such a simple act, so human, so… vulnerable. He thought… I love her.

He held her, watching her chest rise and fall as she slept so comfortably on him. Little, barely audible sleep sounds escaping her lips. Those sounds drove him crazy, like a cuteness aggression taking over, he wanted to squeeze and kiss her. It's just how she made him feel, giddy, like a schoolboy with a crush. The feelings of trepidation and apprehension overshadowed by pure adoration and idolization. She looked so innocent, so sweet. He woke her up with a kiss to her forehead once the train arrived at platform 19. “Y/N, we’re here”

He offered to walk her home but didn’t want the night to end. She opted to wander the streets with him for a while where they shared conversation. How pleasant it had been. They found a small park nestled amongst some dilapidated apartments. She excitedly grabbed his hand and dragged him to the swings where they spent much of the night. They swung and talked, laughing, and enjoying each other's company. His mind often drifted back to the moments on the subway. It was hard not to look at her and not see her naked now, not to see his face squeezed between her legs. She made mention of their actions a few times. Each time making his face blush with heat that spanned his body. She lamented how good he had made her feel, that she couldn’t believe they did that in such a place. She seemed excited, turned on even. He would chuckle bashfully in agreement. He didn’t know what took over him in those moments, but he was so thankful for those impulses. That instinctual vigor that overtook him. A reaction she caused deep within him without either of them having control over it. It was just, meant to happen, meant to be.

She had stepped off her swing and walked to him as he slowed. He reached a handout to catch her face as she leaned in for a kiss. Always more than happy to oblige. Arthur loved kissing her, he could do this every moment of everyday. It perhaps felt even more intimate than the act of intercourse itself. The amount of oxytocin and serotonin that exploded within his brain when she would kiss him and pull him close was almost overwhelming. He felt a sense of belonging, of attachment and an instant bond. Bodies touching but souls intertwined. Their connection felt deep, deeper than a one-night stand, deeper than a chance meeting. This felt like fate. It felt like purpose was being fulfilled in some way. They had stood there kissing for what seemed like hours as the night crept on, time ticking away into the future without notice. Their lips, mashing against one another with heated breaths against the night air. Being with her was easy. So easy. There were no barriers, no hindrances, no complications. Just the love that poured freely from her unto him.

After some time, they eventually parted ways. He walked her right to her door a couple blocks from the park on a silent street. It was a small unassuming house with a little patch of flowers in front of the porch, yellow lilies he noted. They stood on the stairs, time ticking by even slower now, neither wanting to part. Arthur worked up the courage in-between heated passionate kisses where they heavily groped one another to ask for her number. He wanted to keep in contact, hoping they could continue building this connection he felt between them. It was very obviously there, and something was brewing. He watched as she all but threw her things down to search for her phone. He reached out to help her hold her things. She fumbled her phone out of her bag, unlocking it and handing it to him. He put his number in her contacts under Arthur with a little heart. He smiled as he handed it back. She happily took his phone into her hands and put her number in as well. Y/N with a heart. He was truly smitten.

She threw her arms around him, enveloping him in a passionate kiss. Holding him close as her feet nearly left the ground. He held her to him, caressing her back. She had asked him to contact her as soon as he got home to make sure he was safe. So sweet he thought, so caring and kind. He wanted to ravage her once more right then and there. But his feet stepped off the porch, step by step, stair by stair as their distance increased. She held onto his hands as long as she could, only letting go finger by finger as they parted ways. “Be safe, Arthur! Let me know when you’ve gotten home.” She beckoned to him. “I’ll text you when I get home and call you in the morning,” he turned back to say with a wave and a smile. He also wanted to see if she was still there watching him leave. She had a mournful look on her face covered up with a look of hope. He could sense her longing, her wish for him to stay. He wished he could. If she ever invited him in, he thought, I'll stay. If it is her wish. The walk home was cold and uneventful. He texted her as soon as he got home, assuring her he had arrived safely.

He fell into the couch in a huff. What a night. The thoughts still circling in his mind, unable to pick one out to focus on. He could only focus on the feeling. How she made him feel. Every caress, every touch, every emotion that surfaced within him that he had never known or felt before. She was like a vacation, warm like a sunny beach day. He used the thought of her to escape when he needed. Closing his eyes and smiling from within. He cracked open his pack of cigs and lit one up, letting it burn, only reaching for a hit once or twice. Totally lost in his thoughts, reliving the moments with her on the train. Seeing her face look up at him. It felt like a dream, but he could still taste her on his lips. That familiar feeling rose within him once more, the want, the desire. He dragged himself to the shower, needing to wash his face but not wanting to wash her off of him. A conundrum. He pictured her face as the water poured over him from above. Dripping off each lock onto his chest as he tugged hastily at his cock.

Nightly, he chased the high that she provided. Reaching into his pants and thinking of her on the trains bench seat, spread open for him. It wasn’t the same, it only gave him slight relief but left him with a burning deep within. He wanted her there, to be with him. Living off that night's memories, although it helped, he so badly wanted to make more with her. Nights were the loneliest for him. Especially after hanging up with her, the feeling of emptiness would once again envelope him, slowly seeping in. A sense of longing filled his core. It made his stomach do flips and his head fuzzy with desire.

Waking up was the best part of his day. Anytime he got to speak to her was a highlight honestly. He looked forward to it every day, giving him something to live for, something nice in his life. Daily, she watered him, helping him grow and blossom. He cherished those moments, embraced them fully. She was like a drug to him, worse than him needing his Nic fix, she was more addictive, more satisfying than anything a pack of marbs could provide. She made his senses go haywire; his nerves frayed at the thought of just waiting for her to respond to his messages. She was there to listen when he had a bad day, offering support and a hearty humor that he appreciated. The way she reacted when he had told her he was jumped warmed his heart almost alleviating that pain. The anger he could hear in her voice, an air of protection he so badly wished he’d had growing up. How different might his life be if he had someone like her.

Of course, she was understanding but there were still things he didn’t tell her, things he thought may scare her. His mind at war within itself. Knowing he can trust her but not trusting his own thoughts that told him he couldn't. He thought it best to wait and see. No one had known it was him anyway. Shit, he was protecting himself, something she had advised herself. It’s why he accepted the gun, its why those three guys who attacked him would no longer be able to attack anyone ever again. Especially her! He would kill for her without question. The news reported on the murders, but the cities incompetence played a huge part in his innocence. Reporting it was a ‘killer clown’ with every protestor donning clown masks it made the GCPD’s job impossible. Many people, other than him were growing ever tired of the climate that has been Gotham as of late. He probably wasn’t the only one taking matters into his own hands. The uncomfortableness of seeing the fliers posted around made him burst out in uncontrollable laughter that burned his throat as he tried to choke it down. Truly it was a traumatizing incident, one he wished never happened. He never wanted to hurt anyone, he had no choice, his thoughts ceased and something else took over. He wondered who that was, what it was. Was it simply survival instinct? He figured that must be it. They had beat him mercilessly and for no wrongdoing of his own. All he could surmise is that they were inebriated and taunting him due to his clothing and Carnival persona. Once he begun laughing, they attacked. Arthur never understood why people would be mean to someone whose job was to bring joy. Perhaps they were unhappy with themselves. Still no fault of his own and still, he took the brunt of their trauma, causing his own. A vicious cycle. A cycle that needed to end! He tried to push those moments out of his mind. There were happy memories on that subway, and that’s what he intended on focusing on. Her, she was what mattered to him. She was a thought that could practically erase that pain, doubt, and fear he so often felt. He thought, with her, I would never be alone again. Before her, smiling was difficult. She made it easy.

He had spoken to her first thing this morning. Every time he called, she would answer with a boisterous “Arthur!” He looked forward to it every time he called. The excitement he could hear in her voice when she picked up the phone made him melt. He knew it was her day off and he had no gigs scheduled so he boasted about taking her out on a ‘real date’. He had said. She gleefully agreed. He had been so nervous to ask, planning what he would say, how he would say it, rehearsing all morning. It was no matter, she all but screamed yes as the words left his lips.

After ending their conversation, he spent the day preparing. Doing laundry so he had clean clothes, showering, brushing his teeth. He wanted so badly to really impress her. As the evening drew on, he stopped at the corner mart to pick up some flowers. Yellow lilies, he remembered her having them at her home having taken mental note of that. He searched the florists but couldn't find any. Defeated he walked out sulking. Before too long he had turned a corner, a flash of bright yellow flowers with green stems growing from the side of a 24hr liquor store. He dropped to his knees and picked 12, ripping the stems from the ground, careful to preserve the petals. He painstakingly prepared them. Pulling off the roots and leaves. Stealing a ribbon off of one of the figures that lined the fireplace of him and his mother's apartment. He tired the white ribbon in a bow around the middle, holding the bouquet together. It wasn’t perfect but looked nice enough. The bow was slightly askew, he hoped she wouldn’t notice. He wore a fresh pressed white dress shirt and slacks. As he walked out the door, he grabbed his yellow corduroy jacket and locked the door behind him, eager to pick up Y/N and take her to his favorite diner.

Upon arriving at her home, he shakily reached for the door to knock, flowers grasped in his sweaty palm. As excited as he was, the formality of it all made him slightly uncomfortable. He steadied himself and knocked 4 times. As he waited there he stealthily turned, holding his hand in front of his face breathing out of his mouth to check his breath. The nerves tearing at him internally. He second guessed himself, thinking maybe this was too much, it's not like how they’ve been before. But even in those instances he held himself skeptical. Still truly unwilling to accept that someone may actually like him genuinely. She did agree after all. As his inner thoughts battled within the confines of his mind the door opened. A big smile lit up her face and eyes sparkled behind wavy strands of hair that danced across her cheeks. He looked her up and down very quickly. A tight black button up sweater. Her skin peeked though in areas where their fabric stretched tighter over her body. A black skirt and bright white tennis shoes. He felt as if his jaw physically dropped, she was incredible. Every time he saw her. It was nothing like what he could remember or imagine. He could feel the tension lift from his body as his mind finally slowed and the negative thoughts got quieter. He reached out the hand holding the flowers to which she excitedly accepted. Her hands went up as she yelled his name, reaching out and wrapping him in a warm hug. He couldn’t think of the last time anyone was ever excited to see him. He thought, he’d give her all the flowers in the world everyday if he could.

Throughout the night he tried his best to be a gentleman, remembering the points he had taken from some of his favorite romantic films. Some things he had taken an interest in since meeting Y/N. He would write down romantic quips and gestures in his journal any chance he got. Life was quickly consumed by her, every thought every action, was influenced by the thought of her. They had approached the bright red neon sign that read “Paulines”. Arthur gestured, ladies first as he opened the door for Y/N.

The restaurant was Arthur's favorite, it was reminiscent of good times, times that weren't always so tough. He often found respite here on his lunch break, writing in his journal at the corner table. Today he opted for a both seat that seemed more intimate. The night continued on under the glow of white LEDs above. After ordering food and settling in Y/N had spoken up on his behalf when his food came back wrong. Something he wouldn’t have done himself; he would just as well leave it alone to avoid confrontation. The servers here weren't always the best he thought, but they weren't outwardly mean. He surmised that perhaps that’s why he liked it here. He could drink cup after cup of coffee, and they left him alone. Plus, the food was decent, even if it was wrong sometimes. She had noticed his distaste at seeing he was in fact given a tomato on his burger when he asked for none. Arthur watched in awe as she was able to be both affirmative yet kind in addressing the issue with the waiter. No confrontation, just straight across communication. They didn’t yell at her or scowl. The fact that she stood up for him, another unfamiliar feeling. He was filled with delight, feeling cared for in that moment. Amazing he thought, those particular situations were always a fear of his as it so often led to his outbursts of compulsory laughter and the negative observations of onlookers. Avoidance was best. But she did it like it was easy. He could feel the confidence that exuded from her being.

Their conversations went as they always did at this point. Just picking up from where they left off prior. Asking about each other's day. He told her again how sorry he was for making her miss work, apologizing profusely. He never wanted to meddle in a person's serious personal business, like work. Especially knowing the work, she does. She reassured him it was completely ok. She talked about work and about how she loved what she does and the people she helps but that the staff were like everyone else in this city. Mean spirited and truly uncaring. He joked that she should quit, not fully thinking about what he was saying before it came out. It was meant to be a joke. She laughed and agreed, perhaps she should. She looked him in the eyes saying she was thankful for every moment between them that night, she wouldn’t have had it any other way. That she couldn’t wait to have more like it. They both blushed knowing the heat of those moments as she brushed her leg over his under the table with a wink. The night started getting late. Neither could finish their food but split a piece of pie. Arthur hoped she enjoyed herself, he certainly enjoyed her company. He valued her presence with him. She added to his life, made him feel things he's never felt before, unexplored emotions and uncharted physical territory. He wanted to learn more, delve deeper.

As they stepped outside, Arthur having opened the door for her. The first fall of rain touched their heads. Y/N looked up almost embracing the feeling. He watched as her eyes closed and a grin spread across her face as drops of water began to settle on her forehead and cheeks before sliding off her skin and onto her top. The simple beaty of the rain washing over her was tantric. Arthur slid his hand around her back, pulling her in and kissing her. She kissed him back immediately. Embracing him in the downpour as a hazy red glow from the neon sign of the diner lit up the wet sidewalk. Somehow, it felt magical, surreal. Arthur stepped forward, holding her back with one hand, and dipping her before pulling her back up for another kiss and spinning her around. Her face beamed, illuminated by the glow of the diners' lights. His heart never felt so full, so alive.

She stole kiss after kiss on the way to the subway's platform. The touch of her lips on his, how she pecked his cheek or arms, wherever she could reach, left him reeling. He felt fuzzy, like his skin was vibrating, on a high from such a good outing. It really could not have gone better he thought. Where would the night take them? As he waited for the train with Y/N, he noticed a shift in her demeanor. She clung closer to him, holding his hand tightly. There was a crowd growing, passersby after a protest, perhaps they were going towards Gotham City Hall? Whatever the matter, he could sense her unease. She had brought up previously the murders that took place. Arthur still felt shame and guilt he hadn't even thought how it would affect her. He was at odds because this was also an act of self-defense. He feared her finding out it was him, that she may see him differently, not trust him or feel safe anymore. He decided it was something he would deal with on his own for now, so he avoided the subject entirely. It made him too uncomfortable to even think about. But he almost relished in the chaos. Not in a destructive way but in a way that validated him, validated his reasons for doing what he did. He wasn’t the only one in this city that felt this way. Not anymore.

However this made him feel, it still affected him negatively in the way it affected her. She clearly didn’t like the crowds and was now apprehensive about subways even though she had nothing to worry about. It was him, and he would never hurt her. Still, he felt responsible and so, did his best to protect her peace. She laid her head on his shoulder, he followed and laid his head on hers, feeling her melt into him with such a simple gesture, returned affection.

A whine got louder as the subway train approached and slowly braked. The doors open and Arthur leads the way, seeing an open seat towards the back of the car and squeezing through several people too distracted to move. Arthur stood by the seat waiting for her to sit by the window, away from all the prying eyes of the crowded train. He made sure to stow their leftovers from the diner under their seat before directing his attention back to her. Making sure she was ok, that she was comfortable. He gazed at the crowded train again, taking stock of the uproar caused by one man defending himself. Such simple actions with such big reactions, he thought it funny. He looked back to her. "Are you okay?" He asked genuinely with concern in his voice. “Yeah, you know it's just the crowds, it’s a little overwhelming is all. So many people.” She said while looking at the sea of folks that lined the subway car. She laid her head on his shoulder while he felt the weight of her words. “I’m sorry” he replied. He felt bad that she was uncomfortable and wanted to do anything to make her feel better. He couldn’t take back what he did but perhaps he could ease her tension? “What can I do?” He asked. “As long as you're here with me and touching me, I think I'll be ok” she said while looking up at him. A coy smile with her eyes closed and nose scrunched. Arthur pulled her in closer, close was never close enough with her. The way she would melt into his arms when he held her, like every bad thing in her day or life just disappeared with his touch. Everything that hardened her, he softened. She did the same for him he thought. Those terrible things were so distant when she was near. He held her close, caressing her arms and shoulders, squeezing her tight. The train started to clear out a bit. It wasn’t so crowded anymore, and things seemed a bit more lax. Arthur's mind raced as lustful thoughts began to brim. A montage of moments from the last time they rode the train together played out on his mind. He hoped she would invite him in tonight. Tonight, he would stay.

The not so unfamiliar bleating of the trains speaker system announced a delay due to a breakdown. The voice robotically warbles, stating all passengers must exit and board the next train. It was only about five minutes behind, not too bad, but it basically repacked the train car with all passengers exiting, plus the ones waiting on the platform. Arthur stood to exit awaiting Y/N to stand to help her out of her seat. He grabbed the leftovers, and they were the last two off the train as an employee walked through the car ensuring it was empty of passengers. People had already begun boarding the next train. Arthur again led the way in but no train car they passed had an empty seat. They would have to stand until one opened up. Arthur made sure to at least find a spot towards the back away from the bulk of the crowd. It wasn’t the most ideal, but he tried to make it more bearable for Y/N. They pushed past people lining the sides of the cars, sprawled out across seats, reading books, listening to music, and chatting with other train goers. Typical subway ride, they did tend to be busier earlier in the nights when people were leaving work and heading to or from downtown Gotham.

The train swayed as they made their way back to a somewhat secluded corner. Rails lined the edges at waist level and overhead with straps clinging to the poles for people to hold onto. Arthur set the leftovers on a ledge between the seats and the back area where they stood. She set her purse next to it scrambling for footing as the train made its way through the tunnels. He stood behind her to help steady her, wrapping a hand around her waist. She leaned into his grasp, sending shivers up his spine. Her backside pressed into his groin, and he couldn’t help the throbbing sensation that lit up every nerve. His thoughts once again wandering into the depths of his lust for her.

The train moved on. stop by stop, people got on and off. Each time it left the platform it flung the train car into near darkness once more. He loved watching how the lights from the tunnel would stream across her curves, illuminating every inch of her delectable body. A delicious outline he traced into his memories. He reveled in every bump, every turn of the tunnel as it sent her into him. She had to brace herself often shifting her legs against him and pressing her ass to him. He could feel the soft and pliable squish of her flesh each time her body moved. Even in the slightest. He could feel his blood rush through his body, causing him to sweat, his hands balmy, his collar, too tight. Every time she would brush against him, he would let out a soft grunt, sucking in air through his teeth in a hiss. He was painfully hard, and he knew she could feel it. Her movements becoming more pronounced against him, more sensual, he thought. If she was still nervous, he could not tell. But if she was, the best way she said to help her was to touch her. Maybe that’s what she wanted?

He leaned back against the wall next the cabins exit door. Bracing himself against the wall as the train continued on. He then reached out to her pulling her flush to him once more, only a step back. Still keeping her close, still protecting her. He could feel his member throbbing against her as he watched the other passengers in the train car. No one paying attention to anything other than their own lives. He scanned the crowd watching for prying eyes as he slid his hands up to her chest tugging at the fabric of her sweater and playfully squeezing each breast within his hands. He’s been wanting to touch the skin that peeked through the holes between the buttons since he first saw her tonight. He slipped his fingers inside, feeling the coldness and softness of her exposed skin. She laid her head back against him as he continued caressing her. He accidentally popped one of her buttons off on the sweater. He became afraid it would catch someone’s attention if it flew somewhere, but alas it did not. He could now fit his whole hand through the gap and began grabbing the flesh through his fingers, feeling her nipples harden under his touch and pinching them gently. His eyes on the crowd the entire time. No one could see, even if they could he wasn’t sure they’d know what they were seeing, not right away at least. But it was pretty obvious if anyone were to notice. He was actively groping her in front of everyone for all to see, and yet, she was still covered and reveling in the act.

He kissed her neck and shoulders as he continued roaming her body, caressing, groping, and grabbing at her. He pulled her hair to the side, tenderly kissing her earlobe and behind her ear. She turned to kiss him. He met her lips with his own in a sloppy wet breathy lip lock. One of his hands began pioneering a trail south. Dancing ever so gently over her skin and sliding underneath her skirt. Her skirt was flowy enough that his hand underneath was mostly unnoticeable. It cascaded around his hand and wrist, covering up her bottom. For the most part. A lot of convincing was going on in his mind, in these moments. Reasoning why this is ok and how no one will know. An attempt to quell his own inner doubts. Regardless of those inner doubts he continued on. Ruled by his lust in these heated moments. His hand searched finding the lining of her panties then slowly slipped underneath. He could feel the heat emanating from her core. She was already soaked, ready, and waiting for him. He was taken aback again at how receiving she was to his touch, to his pervy advances. She had to have wanted it to, or be thinking the same right? His mind refocused.

He laid his chin on her shoulder as she leaned into him. He nimbly traced his fingers along her slit, spreading her wetness, feeling it coat his fingers in a slick warm essence. He wanted to take her right there without a care of who might see. The heat rose within him at the touch of her wetness. A confirmation that she wanted him in that moment as well. Enveloped in her essence and steadily rubbing up and down her slit a sweet cry emerged. “Arthur” she spoke lightly in his ear while panting. “Please”. He both loved and hated when she would beg. He felt she should never need to, but that her doing it made him so incredibly weak. It was like a special set of magic words that made his brain go numb. Please. He would never refuse her. He slowly pushed two fingers in, and a moan escaped her lips. He immediately checked if anyone heard, trying to see if anyone was looking in their direction. The train car was so loud he doubted anyone could hear anything that wasn’t a scream or intentionally loud speaking. It appeared no one noticed so he continued on. Rocking his fingers into her with the motions of the train as a guide. Her whole-body weight was on him as she relaxed into his grip, opening her legs a little wider for him. Mmm, she was such a good girl. So easy to please.

Arthur kept an eye on the crowd as he continued working his fingers within her, feeling her clench around him as she got closer and closer to the edge, bucking back into his every push. His length pressed firmly against her back, throbbing painfully beneath his pants. As if sensing his need, her hand reached down and began touching him through his pants. She traced the edges along his cock from length to tip. Again, that angelic voice pleaded in a voice he could never refuse. “Arthur, please” He picked his chin up off her shoulder to meet her gaze. Is this truly what she wanted? What she was ok with? There was still a good amount of people on the train, some would consider it a decent sized crowd. No free seats yet. But she was looking at him, pleadingly, begging for it. “It's ok” she mouthed to him. Giving him the confirmation he needed. He wouldn’t want to do anything she didn’t want to, but would let her take him as far as she would go. He would do anything for her. He was consumed with want. Arthur smiled while hastily reaching down to undo his pants in a way that wouldn’t draw attention. He also wouldn’t want them to completely fall down with movement. He shrunk back his hips and fumbled with the zipper before loosening his belt slightly and freeing his rock-hard length. It sprung up and pressed firm against her bare cheeks. The cold breeze against his blood-filled member almost stung, he couldn't wait to be inside her. So warm, so inviting, tight like a loving hug.

He grasped her cheeks holding them firm against him, squeezing him, burying his cock in the flesh to warm himself. A shiver shot through his core. He grabbed hold of each cheek, looping her panties on one finger as he spread her open. She pushed herself back, perhaps the train did as it jolted. It was no matter; his tip was at her entrance, and he could feel his pulse in his throat. While he held her spread open, he slowly began pushing himself into her. A low groan fell from his lips as he felt her accept him. So wet, but so tight. Her walls quivered around his length as her body shook taking it all in. With one hand he held her safely to him and with the other he returned to her breasts squeezing and groping feverishly as he plunged himself painfully slow in and out of her. His eyes on the crowd scanning as his cock bottomed out inside her, hitting her cervix. But so slowly. The train doing most of the work for them, each sway, each turn or stop forcing her onto him deeper and deeper.

He rested his chin on her once more, concentrating on his movements and making sure it wasn’t obvious what they were doing in front of everyone. He made sure to reassure her constantly. Whispering in her ear, asking if she was ok, if she liked it, and if she felt better. He was only met with hasty nods and moans mixed with unintelligible speech and half formed words. Everyone around them in their own little worlds. Scrolling their phones, talking, reading, sleeping, daydreaming and swaying with the movements of the train car they all shared. All while she bucked back into him, driving him to the edge of his own control. How much longer before he says fuck it and just gets down to it without a care as to who might see. Last time was different, it was later, less crowded. But the feeling remained the same. She made him bold, made him lose control in the best way possible. He thought, this last week, I’ve lived more in 7 days than some people do in eighty years. He finally had something to look forward to, to live for. And with her, it was so easy.

Arthur had almost not noticed a seat opened up in front of them. The person had got up and never even looked back, for that he was thankful. He wasn’t sure of what he would have done or could have done should that have happened. He only hoped it looked like he was just holding her. In this moment he was weak, succumbed to her will, her every innate desire he was actively trying to fulfill. Every push more intense than the last. He would grunt with every thrust that filled her completely. Gasping for breath as his heart raced. She let out a cry as he buried himself once more, her walls clenching around him, pulling him closer to his breaking point. He immediately became self-aware and scanned the crowd once more, shooting a hand up to cover her mouth as he continued fucking her. “Shh, you gotta be good, or they’ll hear us” he whispered in her ear, knowing it was no fault of her own. She nodded behind his grip, and he continued. One hand over her mouth, one buried in her sweater while he slowly started increasing his speed. Her mouth was covered by his hand, giving him a bit of the confidence he needed to start going faster and harder. He continued thrusting his full length into her, slamming into her to the hilt. Her body jerked with every thrust as they hit a rhythm. She would buck against him as he slammed forward. Eliciting light cries of passion from both.

He released his grip on her mouth as she reached in front of her, grasping a rail, bending only slightly to hold on. He thrusts a couple more times, grasping her hips and pulling her back into him as he buries himself deep. His cock spasming within. He thrusts one more time then holds her there to him almost releasing right there and having to stop for a moment. He wasn’t done, never wanted to be done. The conundrum of pleasure he thought. Wanting to get to that final point, but not wanting to stop the pleasure that brings you there. Which is better? She looked back at him eyes imploring him to continue, when he gestured with a nod of his head to the seat in front of them. He quickly shields himself and slides into the seat sitting somewhere in the middle. His manhood now glistening with her slick and laying flush against his abdomen. She follows, stepping over his feet as he pulls her on top of him and looks up at her with a smile. She was now blocked from the gaze of anyone who may look. Her back turned to them, her focus, on him.

She took the lead as he sat, letting her do so. He watched as she shifted her legs to straddle him, lifting her skirt and pulling her panties to the side while grasping him firmly. He sucked in a gasp at the touch of her hands holding him and watched as she sat down slowly. Watching as he disappeared into her, filling her completely as she took her time allowing herself to adjust to his size in this position. Her face so angelic, so soft and cute. He looked into her eyes that sparkled at him as she slowly bucked her hips back and forth, grinding on him. He placed a hand on either hip, helping guide her, gently rocking her hips forward and back onto him. She kissed him hard lapping her tongue within his mouth, clanking teeth as she sucked and bit his lip before throwing her arms around him and burying her face in the crook of his neck. His hands held tight onto her backside as she began rocking faster on top of him. She would lift herself up ever so slightly before moving forward and slamming back down as she moved back. No one raised an eyebrow or looked in their direction. He was sure if they did all they would see is her head on his neck facing him, and the movements they were doing, well that could be from the train. After all they could be some pretty jerky rides at times.

He closed his eyes feeling her passion exude through her movements. Driving herself wild, hitting all the right spots as he held her there. She began kissing his neck, biting, and sucking. Leaving marks upon his skin. He bit down on his lip, stifling a groan. Every movement of her against him was like a dance. One he met with vigor. His body was a language she spoke fluently, and she was bringing him close to his end. He laid his head back. Feeling himself inside her fully, the pressure and warmth that surrounded him with ecstasy. His breathing quickened as she whispered in his ear how badly she wanted him, how good he felt inside her, and that she wanted him to fuck her hard and come for her.

Arthur began forcing her down with each thrust, meeting her with his own. He could feel her pull away from his neck. He looked up at her, focusing on the pleasure and the look of satisfaction on her face as she rode him in front of everybody. His body started to shake as each thrust pushed him closer and closer. He watched as she started to tremble with each thrust, small cries falling from her lips in little huffs as she looked at him pleadingly. Her face a dewy glow and flush red as she panted on top of him. She kissed his forehead as waves of passion began ripping through him. His body convulsed against hers. He could feel her tighten around him as she climaxed, clenching his length tightly within her, bringing him to his own climax. She had her arms wrapped around him as he held her still. His cock spasming deep within her, spilling his seed as he slowly rocked himself underneath her, filling her completely. Every pulsating shiver that shot through his body was met with one of her own as she panted in his ear, trying not to scream. With every convulsion he let out a low raspy groan into her hair. He felt her press her lips to his and exchanged a breathless sloppy kiss as they continued panting. Arthur still buried deep inside her. He could still feel her clench around him with every wave of pleasure that washed over her.

He held her there for some time. Not wanting to let go, not wanting this to end. The train was nearly empty when Arthur took stock of the situation. Not entirely sure when he lost control and stopped caring or paying attention. It was no matter. She sat atop him, cradled in his lap, still absorbing his essence. How warm her body felt, giving him a tingling sensation that buzzed his nerves. He held her close, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her endlessly where he could. He gazed on as the train took on a familiar haze. Everything was brighter and took on an almost heavenly glow. A low ringing in his ears that quickly subsided. All he could feel was her chest rise and fall against him as she breath peacefully in his embrace. He wanted to head back to her home with her, but right now in this moment, there was nowhere else that he’d rather be than right here right now, inside of her.

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kanencrow · 3 months ago

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I love the way you write Lucy!!!!! Can I please request a fluff (with slight angst) found family platonic fic with Lucy where they meet in the wasteland and build a sibling-like bond?

Bond Over Blood - Lucy Maclean | Headcanon

Summary: What would a sibling-like relationship with Lucy Maclean look like after the two of you find each other on the surface?

Warnings: Swearing, Blood, Descriptions of Violence, Suturing Wounds, Talks of Death, Reader is Lowkey Kinda Awkward (same bro).

A/N: Awe hey, thanks Jamie! Sorry this one took so long to come out, but I hope you enjoy it! Definitely wrote this one following the original plot of the show, so spoilers incoming!

Word Count: 10000+

You met Lucy after getting into a physical altercation with a few Brotherhood of Steel soldiers, who seemed like they wanted nothing more than to lay their hands on anyone they could find. You just so happened to be one of those people, unfortunately, after you got nosy and fixed a loose wire in one of those suits of armor that they hid within for the sake of making themselves feel more powerful. You dabbled a bit in electronics, so you knew your way around anything that sparked or required some sort of technology in order for it to run, but instead of them being appreciative of what you did, they pummeled you, which left you unconscious and carrying some long-standing wounds.

Maybe you also killed one of them, and that was why they knocked you out, but that’s besides the point – you were just defending yourself. Really, the fact of the matter was that they hurt you, and you woke up in a world of pain that you had no choice but to live with until it decided to dissipate into nothing. So, your first few days of your road to recovery were spent wandering the barren wasteland that you grew up in, and by the time you were starting to develop an irreversible hatred towards the Brotherhood of Steel and everything they stood for, you simultaneously found a Super-Duper Mart in the middle of the desert.

It made you feel like you were hallucinating, almost.

Like you were seeing a mirage.

But, low and behold, the building was there, caked in sand and looking as dilapidated as every other landmark or point of interest you saw on the surface. And within that grocery store, you found Lucy, but not before stepping over – what you thought was – a dead body of a ghoul who clearly wanted to be a cowboy, considering the hat that laid beside him, and the fact that he was wearing a trench coat that had seen better days. But honestly, with the way he was wheezing and on the ground, unmoving, you thought he was turning feral, so you just stepped over him and continued forth.

Traversing through the seemingly abandoned building proved to be pretty… eventful.

The thumping of your boots against the floor added on as an ambient resonation, and the way they echoed throughout the air only seemed to signify the lack of life that resided within. You continued walking, even then, intent on finding something that you could stuff into the backpack that hung over your shoulders. All it carried inside was a box of medical supplies, a large bottle of purified water that you bought off of a merchant, a bag of Rad-Away, and five stimpacks that you – thankfully – hadn’t used yet.

Obviously, you were packed a little light.

After a while of walking, you eventually turned a corner and ambled down an aisle that consisted of freezers. Surprisingly, the lights were on, as though power still existed due to the function of a generator, and your curiosity only seemed to increase in response. At the same time, you felt a hint of trepidation hit you like a needle, and you tightened your grip on the pistol in your hands, as you lifted it up slightly, raring to shoot something if you needed to.

You had enough experience to know that anything could have been lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce when you least expected it to. There had been countless close calls that scraped by in your time of life, and so you knew better than to assume that places were completely empty of life. And, by the time you made it to the end of the hallway that was lined with the cold boxes, you were happy to have made the mental note, when you looked to your left, and abruptly slowed down to a halt, as you spotted the form of a woman in blue, who didn’t notice your presence while she tugged off a dead person's boot with a quiet grunt that managed to echo throughout the vicinity.

Well, okay, you weren’t expecting that.

Your lips faintly parted, and you made the executive decision to slowly walk towards her. You noticed the number ‘33’ on the back of her blue suit, and it wasn’t difficult to figure out that she was a vault dweller… unless she stole the outfit off of one. She rose up to her full height and clumsily shoved the boot onto her foot, and you continued to sneak towards her, as you tilted your head to the side and watched her curiously. You wondered how she had lost her original shoe in the first place, but you mainly wondered why someone from a vault would be roaming the upper world.

From what you knew, they had everything down underground, to the point where you were envious of their lifestyle. To willfully roam around the wasteland seemed like a stupid idea, but you digressed. You were far too focused on the array of dead bodies that lined the floor to truly ponder it, anyway. Ghouls and two humans, with only one standing. It was an odd sight, and one that made you intentionally clear your throat, with the intention of catching the mysterious woman’s attention.

You weren’t surprised when she jumped in reaction to the sound you made, and when she turned around, you were met with wide eyes and a face that had been kissed by the sun. You couldn’t see perfectly, with how far she was from you and how your optic nerve had been damaged from your previous incident, but from what you could gather, she seemed no worse for wear. You paused for a moment, as if to gauge what she was wanting to do in response to your presence, and you were immensely surprised, when she let out a seemingly relieved exhale at the sight of you.

“Oh, thank goodness,” she muttered, as you continued to hold your pistol tightly between your palms. You stared at her oddly, like she had two heads, but she was ignorant to your apprehension, when she stepped forward to try and lessen the distance. However, before she could get very far, you lifted your gun up and pointed it at her, which forced her to come to halt, as she raised her hands up quickly and parted her lips to yell out, “Please, don’t shoot!”

The intention you portrayed wasn’t one you were genuinely going to go through with, but only you knew that. You couldn’t have been too sure about people’s intentions, and so you slowly walked towards her, as your eyes watched her, like that of a hawk. You were silent, not feeling the need to speak, and a part of you wanted to keep it that way, just to add onto the mysterium, as you flickered your pupils across her body to scrutinize her. Her black hair was in a ponytail, with her shorter bangs framing her face – she was pretty, you couldn’t deny it, even with the remnants of crimson that dotted across her features like violent stars.

The white tank top that peeked out from the unzipped part of her blue suit had splatters of blood on it, too, and the left bicep of her outfit was torn, as if she had been cut there… or shot. Clearly, she had been through it – you weren’t an idiot. But still, you felt the need to take the precaution, before you eventually faltered in your hesitancy, and lowered your weapon to holster it back into the waistband of your pants.

At your sudden change in demeanor, the vault dweller visibly relaxed, and her arms dropped down from their raised position. In that moment, you noticed the discolored index finger that she had, and you mindlessly eyed it with curiosity, before she was speaking up, and forcing you to look back towards her again. “U-Uh, hi,” she greeted you, as though she were being interviewed, and you were the one who decided if she was going to be hired or not. “Thank you… for not shooting me.”

She slowly walked towards you when you didn’t respond immediately after her words, and you shifted in your stance uncomfortably, as her eyes studied you, instead of the other way around. Of course, her focus lingered on your face, more than anything, and your jaw clenched tightly in turn when her expression softened. You half-expected her to point it out, but she didn’t, and only shifted her subtle frown into a small smile, as she tried to portray warmth and friendliness, which felt entirely unwarranted and unfamiliar. “I’m Lucy.”

You stared at the woman named Lucy for a long, silent moment, with nothing other than your bruised features to showcase your emotions. You were certain you looked absolutely dreadful, with the way her eyes continued to flit across your face, and although you wanted to snap at her, there was a hint of genuine concern behind the action, while you gazed at her mutely. And honestly, that was all you could do, because you weren’t sure what to say, if you were being honest with yourself.

Should you have introduced yourself back? Reached a hand out for her to shake, with a smile to truly butter her up? What were formalities nowadays that didn’t consist of not shooting someone? All you were able to do in the end of your mental battle was swallow the lump of dryness in your throat, before you nodded at her gently and pressed your lips together, giving her the simplest greeting you could muster. “Hi.”

Her expression immediately shifted into one of brightness, when she grinned softly at you, showing off her teeth, which were whiter than most dwellers of the surface. They cared more about survival than basic hygiene, which wasn’t something you could have related to, ever. “Hi,” she suddenly cooed out, as if she were talking to a scared animal. It wasn’t far off from how you had been feeling the past few days, but you shockingly weren’t as fearful now, in comparison to moments earlier. Maybe it was her natural charm, or the fact that she didn’t want to beat the shit out of you.

Either way, her behavior was welcomed, and you felt the corners of your lips quirk up in reaction to her kindness, which caused her to step closer to you, the moment she spotted your comfortability. “I take it you’re not a part of this… whatever this is?” she questioned you, as she glanced away from you to look around the vicinity of the grocery mart. You shook your head in reply when her attention fell back onto you, and she relaxed even more – if that was possible – as she nodded. “Okay… good.”

When you didn’t reply, and instead moved your eyes down to the ripped hole on Lucy’s left bicep, you faintly quirked your lip, before you lifted your hand up and lazily gestured towards her arm. “You’re hurt,” you uttered, as if she herself hadn’t known of her own injury, and in response, she immediately glanced down to her arm and clicked her tongue, nodding her head in agreement to your statement. You knew it was obvious – that she probably was already aware, but you didn’t know what else to say other than that, which seemed to work more in your favor than anything else, when you shifted in your spot once more and fidgeted with your fingers. “I can help… with your arm,” you stated simply, with a quiet voice that she wouldn’t have heard, if the grocery store wasn’t so quiet.

“Oh,” Lucy hummed softly, as her lips parted in subtle shock towards your bluntness. She looked at you thoughtfully for a moment, before she glanced down at her wound again and lifted a palm up to set it over the hole in her suit, wincing faintly, “I mean – can you?” she asked, as if the question was one that was going to inconvenience you. However, you immediately nodded your head, holding back from creasing your brow, due to the painful wounds that sat across your face.

Even then, she appreciated your willingness, not caring about your micro-expressions like you did, and when she chuckled softly in relief, you stepped past her and walked towards the sofas, which caused her to immediately turn around and follow you, as she quickened her pace slightly, just to make it to your side again. “T-Thank you, by the way,” she called gently, “it’s… been a rough week.”

That was something you could relate with her on.

“You and me both,” you mumbled, as you let out a humorless scoff and shrugged off your backpack. You swung it around and tossed it onto the sofa with a lack of care, as Lucy came up beside you and slowly settled down on the cushion. It didn’t take long for her to lift her chin and stare up at you shortly after, but you were none the wiser, as you continued standing and unzipped your bag.

You sifted through the confines of the practically empty sack, which allowed you to easily find your purified water bottle, as well as the medical kit that you – luckily – hadn’t had stolen from you yet. You set the two items off to the side without much more than a simple glance, and the vault dweller continued to gaze at you with internalized curiosity, as you gripped the top strap of your carryall and dropped it on the floor, in front of the couch. It made a quiet thump in turn, but you ignored the sound entirely, while you sat down on the plush surface and pulled your supplies into your lap.

There was a particular coordination to how you moved, Lucy noticed. You were precise and careful – and quiet – and it only urged her on to try and make conversation. “So… what’s your name?” You reminded her of her brother Norm: silent and observant. Though, you didn’t really look anything like him, she thought. You carried an aura of distrust and aloofness that made her want to pick you apart – in a good way, but she had no idea on how she could have done that without making it seem as though she were interrogating you.

Especially in regards to the question that she wanted to ask, after you introduced yourself. She wasn’t ignorant to your face and the way it looked. How around your right eye was swollen and the whites of it were red due to popped blood vessels that were entirely benign. The rest of your face was just as bruised, and you carried a small gash, as well as numerous cuts on it, which only furthered her wonder on what you had been up to, before you encountered her.

Still, even with her heavy curiosity, she gave you all the time in the world to answer, as you unclipped the medical box and opened it up to expose the numerous supplies within it. “Y/n,” you eventually replied, keeping your verbiage simple and short, while you kept your eyes entirely focused on the assortment of items that sat on your thighs.

You immediately spotted what you were looking for – a needle and a thread, as well as peroxide to help disinfect the cut, and when you grabbed them, you set the white kit to the side and scooted closer to her, as you lifted your head and turned it towards her to finally meet her irises. “My name is Y/n,” you repeated quietly, assuming that she hadn’t heard you the first time, when she immediately lifted her brow and shifted her features into an expression of sudden understanding.

“Oh,” Lucy stated, “Y/n” She nodded her head, as her eyebrows furrowed in thought, and she stared at you as though you were something immensely interesting. “That’s a nice name,” she admitted, before giving you a small smile. “I like it… it suits you.” The softness in her green eyes was apparent, and you found yourself unconsciously shying away from her kindness, when you flickered your pupils down to stare at her bicep and blindly uncapped the hydrogen peroxide that you had mindlessly pulled into your lap.

She was awfully earnest, with the way you could feel her staring at you, even after you sheepishly avoided her gaze and focused on sewing up the wound on her arm. Her personality was a complete one-eighty from what you had dealt with when it came to the people you met throughout your time on the surface. You didn’t know how to react to her genuineness, and she seemed to gather that, while you poured the transparent liquid onto a cotton ball and tensed your jaw awkwardly, not knowing how to continue the conversation.

Naturally, she took the reins, as she allowed you to slip your hand underneath her arm and angle it up slightly, just so that you had a better view of her gash. Your touch was gentle – overly careful, and she couldn’t help the small smile that creeped up onto her lips, as she watched you tentatively dab away the blood that surrounded it. You treated her delicately. It was a welcomed contrast to how she had been treated for the past week, and with the way your features were bruised and battered, it wasn’t difficult to understand that you might have needed some much desired tenderness and care.

Though the fact that you were more focused on her, rather than the wellbeing of yourself, said a lot. A part of her wanted to pipe up and ask you to accompany her on the journey she had set herself on, but she had a feeling that would have been too abrupt, too soon. Especially for someone like you. Someone who seemed easily dissuaded, like that of a wounded, scared wolf. Your demeanor only encouraged her to speak up, but she made an intentional effort to keep her voice soft, so as to not mess up your precise movements.

“So, what brings you around here?” Lucy asked, as she tilted her head to the side and glanced down to gaze at your fingers. They worked to dab more of the peroxide into the actual wound, and with how gentle you were being, it didn’t hurt. It made her heart swell, and all that did was put into perspective how much she missed the helpful souls that didn’t want to kidnap her or kill her... or torture her.

“Do you… live close?” Her additional question seemed to snap you out of your concentrated state, which forced you to lift your eyes away from her injury and meet her own gaze. The blood-red white of your right iris really made you look terrible, and as much as she wanted to do the same for you as you were doing for her, she resisted from reaching out and checking you over, knowing that would have been weird or unwelcome. Especially from a stranger.

“I don’t live anywhere,” you admitted quietly, keeping your eyes connected with her own for a moment longer, before you eventually shifted your focus back down to your lap, and grabbed a threaded needle to suture her gash. While you raised your hand back up and lined up the first point you were going to stick the slim metal piece into, you parted your lips slightly and added on, just to try and keep her attention away from what you were about to do. You had a feeling it wasn’t going to work as well as you hoped, but you made the effort anyway, as you pushed into her skin and spoke at the same time.

“I came from Filly after an… encounter… and just so happened to stumble across this place,” you explained, while she grunted softly and winced at your action. The pin-prick pain that seemed to bloom throughout her gash was enough to make her squirm, but she tried to stay as still as possible, while she listened to your words with genuine interest. “I didn’t expect to find anyone inside, though.”

Lucy bit her lower lips as the thin thread attached to the needle dragged through the small hole it created, slowly closing up the bottom of the wound. All the while, the memory of the man that brought her to the grocery store filled her mind, and she couldn’t help but spring onto your earlier statement, even while she winced at your tendful actions to her injury. “Did you see a… someone, before you walked in?” she questioned, wondering if that ghoul still lingered around the store, mindlessly waiting for whatever it was he requested in exchange for her.

The same feeling of bitterness filled her chest at the reminder of him, and when she turned her head to gauge your reaction, you nodded in reply to her inquiry, which forced a disgruntled scoff to slip from her mouth, while you pushed the needle back into her skin, causing her to flinch subtly. “You know, that… that creature… he brought me here,” she clarified, providing you with information that managed to allow you to mentally put two and two together. “He did not treat me very courteously.”

“Really?” you replied, attempting to flit your attention towards two things at once, as you progressed higher up the length of her gash. You glanced up momentarily to meet her eyes, and when she nodded her head, you faintly furrowed your brow and quirked your lip thoughtfully, “He was on the ground when I walked inside of the mart,” you admitted softly, before you flickered your focus back down towards your task at hand. In the back of your mind, you couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for not having done anything in that moment, but he was a ghoul, you thought.

You were never able to tell when they were shifting into a feral one or not, and you definitely didn’t want to be on the receiving end of their aggression, if the former possibility actually came true. “He was still alive… just struggling to breathe, it seemed.” Maybe it was a good thing you didn’t do anything to aid him, however, considering what you were being told by the vault dweller. You trusted her, far more than a decaying, tough-skinned, radiated human.

“He was not nice,” Lucy stated, nodding her head, as if she agreed with your decision, “when I pointed out that he wasn’t following the Golden Rule, he put a leash around my neck and he made me drink from puddle water that I’m pretty sure was just some kind of animal pee.” Your features flinched without you even realizing, and you winced when a subtle throb coursed through your nose in turn. You immediately stopped your movements on her arm, and she seemed to take notice of your action, when she looked at you and met your eyes.

You internally took a moment to let the pain you felt pass, and she eventually continued when you only portrayed that you were fully listening to what she had to say. “And I thought I was here to be a sex slave, but – turns out – this-this robot wanted to harvest my organs instead, and I-I don’t know which one is worse!” Her exclamation caused her voice to raise in pitch, still underlined with the raspiness that it naturally exuded, and as much as you didn’t want to, you found yourself growing concerned in response to all of the information she gave you.

“You drank radiated water,” you stated, as you gazed at her intently, “that’s not good.” You glanced back down towards her halfway sewn gash, and when you continued threading the needle through her skin, she let out a quiet groan, as she stared at you quizzically in response to your words. You could feel her eyes burning into your head, and without much convincing, you expounded, as you licked your lips and parted them to speak transparently. “Up in the wasteland, it’s purified water, or nothing,” you told her, as you nodded towards the large bottle of liquid that sat between the two of you.

“If you drink anything that isn’t purified, then you’ll need Rad-Away, or Rad-X, which allows you to become somewhat immune to the radiation of the surface.” You lifted the thin, curved metal pin and pushed it through her flesh again, making her hiss, while you continued. “Are you feeling okay? Usually when you drink radiated water, you start to feel lightheaded and nauseous,” you clarified, “they’re the two most common symptoms.”

Lucy stared at you as though you might have been the smartest human being she had ever met, with parted lips and a subtle look of shock that lined her features. You inevitably finished sewing her gash closed shortly after your entire rundown, and as you leaned back slightly to grab a cotton roll of thin bandaging, you lifted your eyes up to meet her hazel ones, which forced her to snap out of her surprised stupor. “Oh, um… no,” she eventually replied, before she blinked and sent you a small smile, “I… I think I’m fine. I don’t feel any of the side effects you’re telling me.”

You nodded in acknowledgement, and you ended the topic of conversation at that, as you wrapped the start of the cloth underneath her bicep, which caused your fingers to graze against her skin with a softness that made goosebumps form on her arms. You were none the wiser to the effects your touch had on her, but she was, as she swallowed the thick lump that had suddenly formed in her throat, and promptly spoke up, with the intention of ignoring whatever it was that she was feeling. “So, um… what do you have planned after all of this?”

You coiled the bandaging around Lucy’s arm without much difficulty, and as you taped the tail end of the cloth to stay wrapped around her bicep, you let go of her entirely, before you lifted your eyes up to meet her own and shrugged. “I don’t have anything planned,” you admitted, not feeling the need to lie, as you reached down and grabbed a small rag from the medical kit, as well as the bottle of purified water that pressed against your leg.

“Not when it comes to a destination, at least,” you added on, as you silently handed her the two items and gestured towards your face with the silent statement of ‘clean yourself up.’ With a thankful smile, she grabbed the supplies out of your grasp, while you watched her studiously and brought your hands back to your lap to fidget with your fingers. “What about you?” you questioned her, as you tilted your head to the side quizzically, “What’s a vault dweller like you doing out here in the wasteland?”

“Oh,” Lucy uttered, as she wetted the rag you had given her with the water, and brought it up to her face to blindly wipe away the splattered dots of blood that riddled her sun-kissed features. “I’m actually looking for my dad,” she explained, which caused a glint of surprise to shine in your eyes, as they widened slightly in confusion. “A group of raiders, well, raided our vault, you see,” she told you softly, as she dabbed at her upper lip, “this woman named Lee Moldaver kidnapped my father, and I couldn’t just stand by and let her steal my dad away from me.” She shrugged her shoulders and dropped the damp cloth down to her lap, as she turned her head to look at you, “Someone had to do something, so… here I am.”

You slowly nodded your head and pressed your lips together thoughtfully, “That’s… really admirable.” Lucy grinned at you in reply, and you felt your cheeks heat up, now that your full attention was on her. You couldn’t deny that she had a certain charm to the way she carried herself. Maybe that was natural for a vault dweller, but it was something you greatly lacked, when you shied away from her gaze again and promptly pushed yourself up to your feet.

Immediately, her curiosity grew, and she creased her brow while she watched you close your medical box and shove it back into the confines of your bag. She still held the damp – now slightly bloody – rag in her hand, and when you reached down to grab the water bottle and dropped it back into the emptiness that was your backpack, you spoke up. “Good luck to you, Lucy.” You zipped your rucksack up, as you sent her a suppressed nod, “Stay safe out there.”

When you gripped the strap and hoisted it onto your shoulder, you winced painfully, while Lucy internally panicked and shot up from her spot on the couch to stop you. “Well, wait!” She reached her hand out and grasped your left wrist, halting you from going anywhere, and with the way her fingers twined around your joint with a tightness that felt familiar, you immediately tensed in response, as you snapped your head towards her and stared at her warily, almost like you were afraid she was going to attack you.

The events of what happened not even a full week ago still weighed heavily on your conscience, and although she wasn’t aware of it, she gathered your uncomfortability immediately, and suddenly let go of you, as she parted her lips and stammered to say something. “Listen, I… I know we just met and all, but… why don’t you come with me?” she asked, looking at you hopefully, as her eyebrows rose, “I could use someone who knows their way around this wasteland and… I think you’d be good company, Y/n.”

That was the last thing you were expecting her to say, but you couldn’t ignore the way it made your stomach flutter, especially with the way she stared at you, with that same genuine softness she gave you earlier. You didn’t have anywhere you intended to go, and it wasn’t as though you had anything better to do, but nonetheless, you still hesitated to say yes, even if you wanted to deep down. You mindlessly grasped your wrist that she had grabbed, and you glanced down in thought at her proposal, while your thumb rubbed over the bone of your joint, and you bit the inside of your cheek. “I… don’t know…” you trailed off, and at your verbal uncertainty, she slowly stepped closer to you, and rested her palm on your upper arm, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Come on,” she uttered, looking at you pleadingly, “there’s no catch here.” Her own thumb rubbed the fabric that sat over your bicep, and although you weren’t sure, her physical touch still managed to somehow slightly sway you. It shouldn’t have, you thought, but it felt nice to experience a gentleness that you hadn’t felt in a long while. So, maybe you wanted to agree, just so you could gain more of the tender expressions she sent your way.

Maybe you also liked the idea of being around her, because she acted as a breath of fresh air, in comparison to all of the other companions you had journeyed with in the past. Maybe it was her eyes, too, and the way she gazed into your own with a silent promise that she wasn’t going to betray your trust, or hurt you for no reason. It was as though she were looking through a window that allowed her to see your soul for what it was. It was like she just knew what had happened with you, just from a vague explanation and the apparent bruises and wounds that sat on your face.

It was difficult, battling with your mind and attempting to decide on whether or not you should have accompanied her, but all she had done throughout the time you patched her up and spoke to her was prove to you that she was trustworthy, and didn’t have an evil bone in her body. She wasn’t a Brotherhood of Steel soldier, but a simple vault dweller, who clearly carried more morality than any of the survivors on the surface who labeled themselves a saint. And you had met a lot who did, which only managed to showcase whose brain had been consumed by radiation, and those who hadn’t.

“Okay,” you eventually muttered, as you rubbed your thumb over the bone of your wrist again, still somewhat nervous. And when her hopeful expression shifted into one of relief at your simple agreement, you felt a weight slip off of your shoulders, while the corners of your lips quirked up faintly, and you smiled small. “I’ll come with you.”

You didn’t regret your choice to follow her, that was for sure.

And sure, at first, you couldn’t lie and say that you weren’t somewhat distrusting, even if she had made herself seem like a decent individual who didn’t want to do you any harm. But you couldn’t really help it. Especially when you and her stumbled across a Brotherhood of Steel soldier named Maximus, who you did not like at all whatsoever. He was stuck in a power armor suit, and you tried your damndest to get her to leave him, but she said something about the Golden Rule to you, before ultimately helping the guy out.

You definitely didn’t appreciate that.

But you lived with it, even if you loathed the Brotherhood of Steel with every fiber of your being. At least you were with Lucy, and at least you knew she wasn’t going to hurt you. You couldn’t be so sure about Maximus, so you kept your distance as much as humanly possible, even after he mentioned that he wasn’t going to harm you. However, that only went so far. Because all your past experiences made the process of instilling your trust into new people immensely difficult, so it made total sense for you to act overly uncertain towards everyone you met.

But after traveling with Lucy for some time, you certainly started to come around.

You still weren’t so sure about Maximus, though.

Surprisingly, he kind of understood.

Lucy’s kind-hearted nature and big-sister mentality in the way she addressed you was something you found comfort in, so of course it became easy to trust her. Like in how she tended to your lingering wounds, not even a week after you first started roaming the surface with her. Or how she let you stay with her in her personally picked room when that whole… cult in a vault thing happened. That was after you all encountered a duo of Fiends who used rotting teeth as bullets, which – granted – you knew already, but you had never been shot by one, so that… that was pretty interesting.

Naturally, it forced you to stay at that vault for a day or so, before you, Lucy, and Maximus hightailed it out of there. Cults were certainly not your thing, or anyone’s for that matter. Definitely not when the person they worshipped was the same woman your newfound friend had been searching for. And by the time the three of you left the place, she told you about her secondary search for a severed head, which also didn’t really surprise you, considering you had taken a job once upon a time that consisted of transferring someone’s hand from point A to point B.

Unsurprisingly, Maximus was also looking for the head.

Either way, Lucy was shocked when you simply nodded along and agreed to tag along with her on her mission. It only made her more curious about you, wanting to know all the things you’ve gotten up to on the surface, and considering the long journey the two of you had ahead of you, you didn’t find yourself hesitating to talk. For the first time, you were the one who carried the conversation, while she listened intently and with a small, interested smile on her face. Maximus was too busy scouting ahead to listen in at the time, but honestly, you preferred it like that.

“Fought a deathclaw once…”

A sudden gasp escaped Lucy at your words, and you felt the corner of your lip curling up into an amused smirk, as you turned your head towards her and met her hazel eyes, which shined with shock and awe. “What? No way,” she disagreed, stuck in a bout of disbelief, but you could only nod, silently telling her that you were – in fact – telling the truth. It only made her let out a baffled scoff, before she creased a brow in confusion, “How are you still alive? I’ve read about deathclaws,” she stated, “and nine times out of ten, when you find one, they’re the last thing you see.”

“Guess I’m the lucky one, then,” you replied, your tone conveying a subtle smugness to it, as you shrugged your shoulders and mindlessly lifted your hand to rest it against the handle of your gun that sat in your holster. “I can thank the fragmentation mines that I had in my pack for getting me out of that situation,” you added on, chuckling quietly, “because if I didn’t have those, that thing would’ve torn me apart.”

“Uh, yeah,” Lucy replied, as if she were saying ‘duh’ with the tone she used. “When you said you had ‘many stories’ about your time on the surface, I was not expecting you to bring up a time you almost got mauled by a deathclaw.”

Your close calls with deathclaws, mirelurks, or any of the other dangerous creatures that lurked on the surface weren’t the only stories you told to Lucy, either. One night, at a fire, while Maximus slept soundly on the ground, you were stuck having to recall the time you almost died due to your own gullible nature, when you were younger. At the age of fifteen, you found yourself getting into ties with a group of bandits that lacked a moral compass, much to the vault dwellers dismay. Explaining to her that you had to kill innocent people when you were nothing but a kid was a harder feat than you thought.

“Wasn’t like I wanted to do it,” you quietly admitted, as you stared down at the purified water that sat in a beer bottle that you cut in half to act as a cup. You held it tightly in your hand, twisting your wrist slightly to force the liquid to swirl around smoothly within the clear glass. You made sure to completely avoid Lucy’s stare from across the fire, and she could easily gather that, when her features faintly scrunched up in sympathy. “I was just a kid.”

“That’s…” Lucy’s voice trailed off the moment she tried to speak, and you immediately breathed in deeply, as if to brace yourself, while you lifted your chin and looked up to finally meet her eyes from across the way, “you were a kid.” That was all she could say, in the end. And then she nodded her head, before she glanced down towards her own glass of water and creased her brow. “It’s not right, but you regret it now, don’t you?”

“Of course I do,” you mumbled, only to let out a scoff, before you snapped your focus away from her face to look away, at nothing in particular, “still can’t take it back, though.” You didn’t mean for your tone to come off as sharply as it did, but you couldn’t help your own frustration. Especially because you wanted to be seen as good, or at least, somewhat moral in the eyes of the woman you’ve been traveling with. “But I thought you should know. It’s not a pretty part of my life, but at least I’m telling you something.”

“And the scar?” Lucy suddenly questioned, her tone careful.

You swallowed, before your eyes flickered down to the jagged scar that sat on the back of your left palm. Shaped like an ‘X’, and healing poorly in just how visible it was to the naked eye. “Well, I mean…” you paused to shrug your shoulders, “obviously, it got to a point where I didn’t want to kill innocent people anymore,” you uttered, “or be a part of their group, for that matter.” You flickered your attention back up to look at Lucy again. “They didn’t like that.”

Lucy’s expression shifted into one of pained shock, “So they…?” You nodded your head, the action slow and precise, and when your newfound friend caught your silent response, she felt her chest tighten, while her body started moving without a second thought. Standing up from the desert floor the two of you had found yourselves resting on, her boots scuffed against the grain, and she quickly rounded around the makeshift campfire.

“What are you–?”

You were cut off when Lucy plummeted to her knees and engulfed you in a hug that felt like an umbrella of warmth and comfort. Arms wrapped around your right shoulder, pulling your left into the middle of her chest, while her chin plopped atop the crown of your head, and she squeezed you tightly. It made you feel like you were being suffocated, but the feeling of claustrophobia and discomfort didn’t come to you, even if your face didn’t necessarily look as though you were appreciative of the sudden affection.

As the silence engulfed the two of you, you swallowed, feeling your cheeks heat up out of embarrassment at the vulnerability that seemed to take up the atmosphere, and after a few too many minutes passed, you finally cleared your throat. It was the way to convey that she could pull away, and you were thankful when she did. Although, you were expecting her to step away and walk back to where she was originally sitting, but instead, she maneuvered to linger beside you instead, as her shoulder brushed up against yours, and she nudged you lightly with her knee.

“I know you probably hated every second of that hug, but I felt like you might’ve needed one,” she mumbled, while your eyes flickered back down towards your cup of water, and you slowly lifted it up to allow yourself to take a measly sip of the fluid. “I’m sorry that happened to you, Y/n,” she added on, as you quietly listened to her, still thrown off from what had just happened, “no fifteen year old should have to go through something like that.”

It didn’t take long for you to eventually swallow down the small sip you took, and when you dropped the cup down onto your thigh, still holding it tightly, you slowly nodded your head, before you turned your face towards her and sent her a small smile. “Thanks for that,” you softly replied, “I can’t remember the last time I got a hug from someone, so… yeah.” You let out a slightly embarrassed huff, and your focus on her was swift to avert, when you set your attention onto the fire, “You’re a good person, Lucy.”

Lucy smiled at you gently, “So are you, Y/n.”

That conversation in itself was the thing that defined your relationship with Lucy. It was one full of silent understanding and loyalty that neither of you intended to lose for one another. It only made navigating your journey towards Moldaver easier, and it allowed you to open up a bit more, considering you had always been a little closed off in your affections and communication. In a way, you started to become her own personal guard dog. With knowing the surface and the things that lurked throughout it, you designated yourself as the expendable one, even if she herself hated that particular label.

So, of course, you made sure to never outwardly call yourself that.

Especially not when she was around.

Eventually, your journey with Lucy came to an end when the two of you finally managed to intercept Lee. After jumping through hoops to get a weird head from a Brotherhood of Steel soldier that had turned into a ghoul – much to your appreciation, considering your dislike towards the entire group, you and her continued on, but not before Maximus parted ways with the two of you to try and confuse his faction, considering they had been called in. It was admirable, in a way. To see him take on the responsibility of diverting his groups course for the sake of helping you and the vault dweller in completing your quest.

It made you start to hate him a little less.

Only a little, though.

Inevitably, you and Lucy found a decently fortified community, after you retreated from Maximus and the ghoul soldier who was internally freaking out about his predicament. Two old, clearly non-working cars lined the sheet-metal doors that led into Moldaver’s home, and with the catwalk sitting above the entrance, you weren’t ignorant to the people carrying weapons, waiting to strike at any given moment.

It was obvious that the head Lucy carried was the thing that kept you and her from getting a bullet to the skull. Surprisingly enough, they didn’t decide to take your weapons when they let you through the doors and escorted you and the vault dweller through a path lined by crops and towards a large, rundown building. And while you both progressed closer and closer to the point of interest, you saw children laughing and jogging around the vicinity, supposedly happy in their element, which only confused you further.

You heard things about Lee Moldaver. How everyone was terrified of her, and that she was feared. So to say you were confused when you and Lucy finally made it into the building she resided in, and found her having breakfast with a feral ghoul across a long table, would have been a major understatement.

But then you saw Lucy’s dad stuck in a cage, looking like he’d been sitting out in the sun for far too long, and it brought you back to the reality of the situation.

You were on a mission to help get him back.

But everything ended up falling through, like ice breaking off from a wall and falling into water, when Lee outed the man as one of the reasons why the world is the way that it is. One of the big figures behind Vault-Tec, striving to change things but in a fucked up, non-moralistic way. And although you didn’t know the man personally, that first impression certainly didn’t encourage you to like him, and even Lucy found herself questioning things, too. Like her childhood, that she had told you all about, and who her mother was, because Moldaver had been deeply interconnected, unbeknownst to her.

And you.

But of course you didn’t know.

“He never told you where he’s really from,” Lee stated, standing up from the seat that she had been sitting in, and taking the vial she had previously pulled out of the doctors’ head with her, “when he’s from.” She emphasized the first word to her ending explanation, and as Lucy stepped forward to slightly follow the woman, you lingered back and watched on, as you folded your arms over your chest and creased your brow curiously. “He never told your mother, either.”

“What do you know about my mother?” Lucy questioned suddenly.

Moldaver stepped up to a whirring bench of electronics and – in your eyes – confusion. Though, you did see her set the vial into some sort of square-like container, as it emitted a blue hue onto her skin and whatever else the light could touch. “She was like you,” the woman inevitably stated, “she was kind, loving.” She paused, “Curious.” She suddenly shook her head, before she turned around to look at Lucy, “Isn’t that why you came to the surface really?” she asked, “Partly to rescue your father, but… to know why I took him?”

Your confusion only intensified, and you found your arms slowly dropping back to your sides, just so you could settle your fingers onto the handle of the pistol nestled into your holster. “Rose was so clever. Like you,” Lee continued, all the while, as you stepped up beside Lucy and watched the older woman carefully, “Lucy, your mother discovered that something was siphoning the vault’s water away. From that one clue…” she raised a hand up to pinch her fingers together, as if to signify just how small it was, “she deduced that, maybe… civilization had returned to the surface.”

You could already tell where the story was going, and you found yourself swallowing the thick lump that formed in your throat, before you turned your focus over to Lucy, gauging her reaction. All the while, Lee stepped away from the console she had been fiddling with, and while the vault dweller’s expression shifted into a subtle look of disconcerted understanding, Moldaver continued. “When she told her husband, he said it was a ridiculous idea, and that she should tell no one.”

“Lucy, let’s go,” Lucy’s father suddenly started, gripping the bars of the cage, as he shook his head dismissively and glanced between both you and his daughter. “Let’s–”

But Lee cut him off before he could try and finish convincing Lucy, who seemed far too stunned to even listen to his reason, anyway. “And that’s when she realized that her husband, the Overseer, was hiding things.”

“Lucy, let’s go,” the supposed Overseer started up once again, and that was when Lucy’s eyes shifted away from Moldaver’s to look at him instead, “let’s get out of here.”

“So she ran away.” It felt like whiplash, having to hear the two older individuals fighting to take control of the conversation. Lee Moldaver had spoken up again, and you found yourself breathing in deeply, as your grip tightened on your gun, and you glanced at Lucy once more. “Like you did, Lucy.” When the woman spoke again, though, you forced yourself to take your attention away from the vault dweller, settling your pupils onto the older woman once more. “And took her children. And she found this wonderful city that was everything the vaults had promised to be.”

“She is lying!”

All three of you found yourselves ignoring the man’s words. He tried to maintain a steadiness in his tone, and although he succeeded well enough, with a simple glance towards him, you could see the internalized panic shining in his eyes. “But then, her husband came after her.” Moldaver only continued on, recalling the memory, “And when she decided not to return home, he took the children…” her voice trailed, and while you stared at her intently, you could see the way her lips shook, as an emotion of what you could only assume was pain overtook her weathered features, “and he burned that city to the ground.”

“Shady Sands,” you mumbled suddenly, your voice almost a whisper. However, Lee heard you, and as your lips parted faintly to showcase your shocked recollection, she nodded her head, while you consciously thought back onto the giant crater you and Lucy had come across, just before entering Vault 4.

“She’s lying, Lucy,” the Overseer suddenly said, ignoring your realization, as his eyes focused entirely on his daughter. But Lucy kept her gaze away from the man, unshed tears shining in her eyes, as she mindlessly shuffled closer to you and swallowed thickly.

“That’s how Vault-Tec deals with competition,” Lee stated, “just like they did two-hundred years ago.” Her fleeting words were enough to send you into a bout of shock, too. You felt your breath quietly hitch, and unconsciously, your fingers tightened around the handle of your pistol, as your eyes shot towards the ground, glaring a hole into the floor below you. The silence that overcame the four of you was enough to suffocate the atmosphere, and only after a minute, did Moldaver eventually speak up, but she was entirely focused on the vault dweller beside you.

“Lucy?” she called, which successfully gathered Lucy’s attention, when she snapped out of her internal thoughts and blankly lifted her hazel eyes up to meet Lee’s. “What you and your friend brought me is cold fusion,” she explained, “it’s limitless energy.” The Overseer shook his head and parted his lips to call his daughter’s name.

“Lucy…”

“And we can build–”

“She’s a murderer.”

“Our own world.”

The Overseer’s grip on the bars he held tightened. “Lucy, look at me.”

“It could be a better world.” Moldaver ignored him, though, while you lifted your head to look at Lucy, who blankly stared down at her boots, “it has clean water and medicine and power–”

The Overseer interrupted. “She invaded our home!”

“But for everyone!”

“Lucy!”

“Because when Vault-Tec bought my research…”

“She killed our people…”

“They made it proprietary, so only a trusted Vault-Tec minion can activate cold fusion.”

“Do not listen to her.”

You slowly reached up to graze your fingers over her bicep, and your touch was hesitant. You could tell she was slowly but surely pulling herself out of her stupor, but with the continual back and forth between Lee Moldaver and her father, you were almost positive they weren’t helping her. Not with the way her brow was creased, showcasing bafflement and discontent throughout her face. You found yourself eventually biting the bullet and reaching further out to fully wrap your hand around her arm, and when you gave it a squeeze, it seemed to jolt her out of her bout of thought.

“All I need… is for him to give me the code.”

Lucy’s eyes flickered to look at you, all while she turned her head in the slightest. She acted like a robot, still shocked and coming to terms with everything she heard. And it only seemed to make her dad impatient, when you heard him let out a deep groan, before he yelled.

“Lucy, look at me!”

The sound of a metal stool being thrown against the bars of the cage he was in was enough to fully snap Lucy out of her daze, when she flinched at the sudden action and snapped her head up to look at the Overseer. There was a sudden desire of protection that came over you the moment her father reacted, and when you yourself darted your focus to him, you held her arm tighter, as if to keep her rooted in her spot, away from the man.

“Look at me.” You could see the look of desperation in her dad’s eyes, as he gripped the bars of his enclosure and panted quietly, “Lucy,” he called her name once again, but nothing else came out of his mouth. He didn’t bother trying to explain himself. Nor did he refute Moldaver’s statements. He just… stared, and it was enough to lessen Lucy’s attention span when it came to gazing at him, when she fluttered her eyes away from him to address Lee instead.

“My mother,” she said shakily, “what happened to her?”

Lee stared at Lucy somberly, “I think you know.”

There was a moment of contemplation, and you slowly let go of Lucy’s arm, before you dropped your hand back onto the handle of your weapon. Unfortunately, you and the vault dweller were quick to put two and two together, and while your eyes widened in realization, she found herself turning around slowly, and settling her gaze onto the feral ghoul that sat at the table filled with food.

It was her mom.

The entire situation in that dilapidated building sent you in for a loop. From finding out that Lucy’s father was one of the men who worked for Vault-Tec, which was the organization that turned the world the way that it was, to realizing that Lee Moldaver wasn’t as bad as either of you thought. She was a part of the New California Republic, and although you’ve only ever heard stories about them, you didn’t hate them nearly as much as you did the Brotherhood of Steel. That faction of which only ended up attacking the community you found yourselves in, shortly after the Overseer was pressured into giving the code for the cold fusion vial.

All the while, Lucy’s dad attempted to convince her to let him out, manipulating her into believing that he was right for doing what he did, but you found yourself shaking your head and muttering for her to go. And she herself was far too frozen to listen to you, or her father for that matter. So, you found yourself in a predicament. Hearing explosions and gunshots outside, which only got closer and closer to where you and her were, made you start to panic, not entirely knowing what to do.

But then Maximus came back into the fold, with a headless phantom suit of power armor leading the way into the room, while he himself held up a gun. Unfortunately, one thing led to another in the process. With Lucy’s dad urging the soldier to let him out, he did so without a second thought, which only ended in shit going awry. Because when Lucy finally snapped into reality and told the Brotherhood of Steel knight to not trust the man, you attempted to tug your weapon out of your holster to hold her father at bay, which only ended in you getting knocked out when he snuck inside of the contraption of BOS gear and whacked you in the face with his metal fist.

You eventually woke up to a dog licking your face, though.

“You know, for a supposed ‘wasteland-born dweller,’ you do not know how to take a hit, kid.”

Your features scrunched up in reaction to the wet feeling of a dog lapping at your cheek, and with a lazy raise of your hand, you gently swatted the animal away, which earned a soft whine from it in turn. Nonetheless, the pup trotted away, and with the sun having disappeared from the sky to allow the moon to reign down on the world, you didn’t have to squint much when you fluttered your eyes open and pushed yourself up into a sitting position.

Your jaw was undeniably sore, and you found yourself rolling it around, as you reached a hand up to rub at it. “What the hell are you talking about?” you tiredly questioned, scrunching your eyebrows in confusion, while you eventually lifted your chin up to look at the figure that stood in front of the fire, the cowboy hat he wore shadowing his weathered features, as he gripped the leather of his belt. “Who are you?”

“The guy you didn’t help.”

There was a short moment of silence as you recollected everything that had happened within the past two months. And only after a minute or two, did you remember the grocery store and meeting Lucy, as well as the ghoul you had stepped over and passed by, because you thought he was going to turn feral. Naturally, your expression shifted into a look of realization, and when the man turned his head slightly to gaze down at you, you slowly nodded your head, only to completely change the subject. “Where’s Lucy?”

Looking around, you were in the woods, probably closer to Hollywood than the desert you knew far too well. More importantly, you couldn’t find Lucy, and you felt your heart leap to your throat, as you snapped your focus back up to the man, who let out a scoff and turned his head away from you to stare at the fire again. “She’s just takin’ a bathroom break. Relax.”

You wanted to flip him off for being so crass, but you lacked the energy to respond, when you simply glanced down in thought and swallowed down the dryness in your throat. It wasn’t long before you pressed your palm against the floor of the forest and pushed yourself up to your feet, and as your boots crunched the leaves below you, you raised to your full height and stretched your back, which caused your muscles to pop and crack from the forced movement.

The longer you kept your eyes open, the more awake you became, which allowed you to simultaneously take in even more of your surroundings. Particularly the Belgian Malinois that sat on her hind legs and stared up at you with her deep brown eyes. It had been a while since you’d seen a dog that didn’t look mutated, and you couldn’t help the way the corners of your lips curled up into a faint smile at the sight, before you moved your attention away from the animal and scanned the rest of the forest around the three of you.

In that same moment, your eyes found themselves settling onto Lucy, when twigs and leaves crunched beneath her own boots, as she walked back towards the fire you and the ghoul man were at. “Lucy?” you suddenly called, your voice cracking, due to its lack of use. You cleared your throat immediately after, and as you stepped away from the fire to walk towards her, she snapped her head up and immediately met your gaze.

You didn’t give her the chance to speak. Nor did you gauge her reaction, as you quickened your pace and suddenly pulled her into a tight hug, the moment you were close enough. The quiet gasp she let out was expected, but you focused more on cocooning her in an embrace full of warmth and comfort, just like she did to you all those weeks ago.

It didn’t take long for Lucy to slowly wrap her arms around you, too, reciprocating the hug, as she buried her face into your shoulder and gripped the fabric of your shirt. “This feels familiar,” she mumbled, her voice muffled, which caused you to let out a quiet huff of amusement, as you rubbed at her back. “Thanks for this, Y/n,” she added on, and you immediately nodded your head, as you squeezed her tighter.

“Of course,” you replied quietly, “it seemed like you needed a hug.”

Lucy sighed heavily into your shoulder, and you could tell she was still bearing the weight of what had happened back at Moldaver’s community. “I do,” she murmured, “I really do.”

And because of that, you decided to hold her for a little longer in turn.

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#7•𝚂𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐•#7

𝙰𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒 𝙸𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ ³ᵏ

Contrary to popular belief, Arataki Itto was actually a very clean man. He took pride in his appearance, always carrying a comb for his wicked, thick hair, just in case he needed to gussy up. His embellishments on his clothing were always polished and replaced if missing, not a stitch out of place. His large fangs were pearly and white, brushed thoroughly every morning and night, his form bent over a small sink with frothy toothpaste dribbling down his chin was a sight to behold. Itto's skin was (freakishly - in your opinion) clear - minus the stark red tattooing that painted his body. He claimed he had a 'Super Duper Top Secret Special Arataki The One And Onsen Enjoyer Itto' method to having immaculate skin. Not that you were particularly listening to him.

"Aren't you permanently prohibited from the Hot Springs in Inazuma City?" You quip at him. You weren't wrong, he was in fact banned. For life. Your boss seemed to terrorize the city in the most underwhelming fashion possible.

Somehow, you found yourself atop a high mountain, skin bit at sharply by the cold wind, you were surprised there wasn't any snow. You press on, nearly dragged by the aforementioned Oni, he insisted that he would graciously share his little secret with you. Through a set of thick bushes and trees you come across a small clearing, a steaming hot spring nestled by thick boulders and cliffs. The air was wet and humid, the water slightly clouded, but the scent of sulfur was welcomingly absent. Itto puffs his chest out, clearly proud of his little discovery, already showing you all of the 'cool and awesome features' it had to offer.

"This rock could totally be used as a cup holder!" He bouts. Did he even bring a cup?

Before you can even reply Itto was already working his clothes off, untangling the intricate buckles and straps adorned over his body. You're quick to look away, finding a sudden interest in a lavender melon, though, not before you catch a glimpse of his large naked form. You hear the water ripple softly as itto climbs into the spring, groaning out a long "Ahh" as he sinks into the steaming water. You glance back, his arms stretch over the slippery smooth stone behind him, resting his elbows on the lip of the pool. His thick, painted chest peaks above the murky water, large pecs rising with his deep breaths. Weirdly, he looked as though he were in his natural habitat, this large hulking creature resting, relaxed in his own personal bath. Itto definitely had an essence of dominance, as if he owned the place, he probably thought he did considering he had found it.

"C'mon! Are 'Ya comin' in or not?" He calls from his spot. Oh, right. You were here for a reason, to experience the spring he had gushed so highly about. The idea hadn't fully set into your brain, you didn't really have time to think of the logistics of the activity - to be naked with Itto; The boss of the Arataki Gang, the Gang you were very much apart of, therefore your boss. Naked, with your boss, practically sharing the same bath. Maybe it wasn't too late to take a leap off of a nearby cliffside. Did Itto experience embarrassment? You were starting to think he did not. You pressed your lips into a thin line, the water was clouded, if you kept your body submerged maybe he wouldn't see you.

"Can you look away?.. please?" You plead softly, the last thing you wanted to do right now was perform a strip tease for him. A strip tease? Why was that the first thought to pop into your head? Alright, maybe you have had the one off, maybe several, countless sleepless nights thinking about the large Oni. Archons, It wasn't your fault that he was beautiful. The man of the hour shrugs his shoulders, tilting his head back against the lip of the spring and shuts his eyes. You were doomed. The soft swell of his Adam's apple accentuated by his extended throat, his sharp jaw angled prettily under the tree's shade. Was he aware of just how handsome he was?

You blink away from him, carefully removing your clothing and folding them into a neat pile. The cool mountain wind makes your skin shiver, prickling with goosebumps, the steaming spring was looking especially tempting. You wrap your arms around your chest, ineffective against the breeze but still bringing you a slight comfort, at least some part of you was covered up. Tentatively, you dip your toe into the spring, the warm water swells under your touch. You carefully step in, bypassing the slippery stoned ledges naturally carved into the pool. Your arms stay around you as you sink into the pool, sitting directly across from Itto, a good few feet away.

Itto peaks an eye open, downturned from his position, he gives a cheeky smirk and lifts his head to face you. You sink further under the murky water, cheeks flushed from more than the steaming spring. Archons, could this be any more embarrassing?

"Why are you all the way over there? I don't bite!" It apparently could. Itto's voice was ever boisterous, you were sure he alone could cause an avalanche, maybe that was just what you needed. You'd never have to think about this situation ever again. Reluctantly, you cross the length of the hot spring, carefully making your way over to where the large Oni sat.

You weren't careful enough it seemed. You felt as though something brushed against your calf, slimey and thin like a tendril. Oh Gods, there was surely a flesh eating whopper flower about to pop up and snatch you for dinner. The thought is stupid but your brain wholeheartedly believed it for at least 0.2 seconds - So did your body. You jolt unexpectedly, yelping shortly as a little tendril of grass attacks you under the water's surface. Your foot slips on the slick rocks beneath you, launching you straight into the unsuspecting Oni.

If you weren't already embarrassed (you were), you sure as hell were now. Could the Abyss just open up and swallow you whole? Please? Your body was frozen in place, your soft tits pressed into the Oni's hot skin of his chest. Your hands brace his large shoulders, your finger's barely wrapping around the swell of him. Your legs were stuck, straddling the thick quad muscle of his thigh, flexed hard due to the startle of you slipping on to him. Archons, Itto was handsome, never have you seen his face so close before, his strong, pretty nose, sharp brow and jaw, soft, parted lips. He looked stunned, crimson eyes wide, tongue poking behind his thick canines.

Everything about your current situation was warm. The warm steaming water, the hot press of his skin, his warm breath on your lips, sweet and strawberry scented. His tongue wets his bottom lip, stained red from one of the many lollipops he'd nursed on during the hike up to the spring. Your eyes dart to his mouth and back at his face, he follows suit, swallowing thickly as he inches ever so slightly towards your lips. You're not sure who closes the gap, but your lips end up on his, slow and tender. He breathes you in, his broad nose knocks into your own as he tilts his head. Your tongues collide, slipping and rubbing against each other, as sweet as candy. Your tongue swirls against his, lips open and pressed together, drinking up each other's soft moans. Slowly you pull away, only just, hot spit connects your mouths together, barely getting a chance to snap before you dive back in. His thick canines carefully bite at your lips, irritating them deliciously, making them ache and swell.

Your hips move on their own, grinding your achey cunt on his thigh. Itto's breath catches in his throat, growling lowly on your tongue. A large palm squeezes at your hip, slowly guiding you in his lap. You moan sweetly into his mouth, chest rising heatedly, a soft pressing ache blooms in your clit as you squirm on his thigh. The water below dribbles from your palms as you slide them from his chest to his neck, wrapping your arms snuggly around his shoulders. You card your wet fingers through his hair from the nape of his neck, tangling the strands with the moisture on your hands. You feel his unoccupied hand slide down your front, over your bellow and towards your navel. He thumbs at your clit, rubbing slow circles over your achey bud.

"I-Itto!" You wine into his mouth. He mutes your cries with a harsh press of his lips, Archon's he couldn't get them off of you. He drinks in every little noise you make, swallowing them up with his tongue. The pads of his fingers press elsewhere, dipping ever so carefully into your hot cunt. You sigh as he slips his thick middle finger into you, tugging at the hair growing from the nape of his neck. His finger teases you, fucking into you with quick short curls before slowing down, pressing his thumb to your clit. His pace alternates, always surprising you, earning him the sweetest whines to eat up. A second finger joins, nestling into your pussy, rubbing at the sweet little spot inside of you. You can't help but grind into them, wiggling your hips down on his yummy fingers.

The thick length of his cock presses into your soft tummy, his fat velvety head rubs against your sternum. Archons he was huge, the thought of his cock splitting you open makes your pussy ache on his huge fingers. Your hand comes down to cup his fat cockhead, carefully rubbing up and down. You thumb at his slit, teasing and hot, it was his turn to whine into your lips. Your cunt clenches on his fingers, begging for something longer, thicker.

"Gods… Can I sit on it?" You whine into his mouth, biting against his plump bottom lip. You're fairly certain his mind short circuits, his very last brain cell is fried. His lips part with a soft moan, his cock twitches hard on your front, clearly he's entertaining the thought. His fingers curl hard in your sweet pussy, fucking you fevourishly. Your head tilts back with a short hiccup and he kisses across your cheek, warm lips land behind your ear. He nibbles softly at your skin, big teeth pressing so sweetly into your neck.

"If you can take me, Doll~" His voice is low and cheeky, Archons you've never heard him like this. You squeeze at his thick cock to prove yourself, flicking your wrist in just the right way. Itto moans a laugh, capturing your lips in a quick, searing kiss. You move to straddle his lap, legs already aching from just how big his body was. You rub your sweet pussy on his cock, catching his thick head on your achey hole. He groans as his fat cockhead slips through your folds, slick from the warm water and your own creamy arousal. Gods you must be dripping if he can still feel it.

"..Want you…" You keen, chest heaving, pretty tits pressing into his chest with every hot breath. Itto nods, his brows pitched up, eyes foggy and glossy. He wanted you too. You guide his fat head to your achey little hole, wiggling your hips over his cock as it nestles into your little pussy. His large palms brace on your hips as you *slowly* sink your cunny down on his length. Your pussy was somehow hotter than the steaming spring around you, creamy and tight and just so right for him. His cock stretches you nicely, stinging in the best kind of way. His length was never ending, sinking into you forever it seemed, Gods you swore you could feel him in your throat. Was this what heaven was? You were willing to sin again and again if this was your destiny.

"Take it all.. Yeah, yeah, lookin' so good in my lap-" Itto babbles. Gods he was so vocal - And you loved it. Your pussy kisses at the base of his cock, clenching sweetly on his thick length, squeezing lovingly. Itto continues to babble sweet praises, lips pressing into your neck and shoulder with every few words. His palms caress over your skin, settling on your plump ass cheeks, squishing the flesh with his fingers. He gently pulls you forward, rocking your hips on his cock, nestled so deeply inside of your cunt. It was your turn to whine, stringing sweet pet names into his ear, praising him for filling you so well.

You take initiative, carefully lifting your hips in his lap, dragging his length out of your warm cunt before dropping back down with haste. The sweet press against your cervix makes you cry out, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck. You continue, fucking his fat cock with slow thrusts, relishing the thick stretch of your walls. It was slow, it was intense, and you never wanted it to end. Ittos breaths are heavy, laced with a soft pitch of his voice, his chest heaves against yours with his breathy pants. He has to resist fucking his length into you from below, resist grabbing your smaller form and having his way with you. His hips crane into yours accidentally, pushing his cock head well beyond where you thought was physically possible. You moan from your throat, whiney and high pitched.

"F-Fuck- 'm sorry Doll" He moans pathetically, soothing his hands over your behind. You shake your head, pressing your teeth into your bottom lip.

"No.. not sorry- Fuck me~" You keen. Your legs ached, the water's resistance did a number on your thighs. Itto's jaw drops and his eyes roll, Gods you were insatiable. He snaps his mouth shut with a click of his teeth. He squeezes your ass, fucking his hips up into your gushy pussy, relishing in the soft squeeze it gives his cock. He starts out slow, tentative, testing the limit of your creamy cunt, pressing his tip hotly into your aching walls. The hot water ripples around you, lapping in waves against the edge of the pool. You wiggle and squirm in his hold, trying to grind your sweet cunny down on him faster. He nips at your bottom lip, spreading your ass cheeks and bottoming out hard in your pussy. He relishes in the loud cry you give him, grinning dopily before he picks up his pace.

He thrusts up harshly, his fat cock fucks into your soft pussy over and over. He bounces you on his cock, the water of the pool splashes and laps at the slippery rock edges. Your pretty tits rub at his chest, sweet and bouncy, standing out insatiably against the red tattoos he adorns on his skin. Gods he was strong, battling the thick resistance of the water with his hips and forearms just to fuck you. Your puffy clit grinds into his navel, sending the sweetest ache into your cunny. You string a sweet babble of his name;

"Itto~ Itto! 's good Itto!" You hiccup, fucked stupid in his lap.

"Such a pretty girl~ P-Pussy's made for me~!" He babbles back. Archons he was drunk on your cunt, he couldn't get enough of you. He certainly wasn't letting you go after this.

"..'M close~ Itto- I-Itto 'tto~" You cry, breath caught in your chest, clit aching, pussy clenching over his fat cock. The water was hot, he was hot, your cunny aches and burns as he fucks you. A pretty little line of drool dribbles from your lips, Itto is quick to lick it up, shoving his tongue into your mouth. Your pussy clenches on him, your hips grind into his groin, your puffy clit aches and stings in the best way possible.

"..'M cumming- Ittoittoi-itto! Cummin-!" You squeal into his mouth, humping his fat cock into your cunny, somehow matching his impossible pace. Your pussy clenches his thick cock with your orgasm, squeezing his aching length so sweetly. Your lips kiss at his sloppily, hiccuping sweetly as you ride your high on his cock. Your orgasm spurs him on, fucking you with long, slow thrusts, bullying your cervix with his fat tip. He pressed in deep, groaning on your tongue, whispering sweet praises as he rides out your cunny. His fat cock shoots the thickest, creamiest ropes into your pussy, pulsing hotly with every spurt of his load.

When all is said and done, Itto runs his hands over your back, soothing your sweet hiccuping form. He kisses into your hair, giggling dopily, hugging your smaller frame and sinking further into the warm, steaming pool. You hum into his neck, nosing at his wet skin.

"My legs hurt" You snicker from your nose, lifting your head to place a firm kiss on his lips. He soothes his palms over your thighs, carefully lifting you, cradling you in his arms like a princess. Your head tucks against his chest, fingertips tracing over the thick red lines on his skin. Everything was warm, the steaming spring, Itto's skin, your heart. You relax into him, maybe coming along was a good idea.

You dread the trek down, maybe you can convince Itto to carry you. He huffs a short laugh and kisses your forehead. You hum, you don't think he'll need much convincing.

This... This was three thousand words I am so sorry

I just- I just think he's really really neat *sob*

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