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straightlightyagami · 2 years ago

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decided to poast second chapter of my death note fic here as well (ao3 link).

(first chapter)

(next chapter)

was going for a specific vibe here, might have overdone it. you can already see where some stuff is/will be different from canon.

EDIT: slightly changed some scenes!! I decided what I wanted to do with the "trans Light" thing, with help from a mutual (thank you, Vinny!! idk if you want me to say your username here). Basically, he identifies as trans but is in girlmode and not out to his parents. I was told this would be more in character and I agree. Also, this is not something common in Death Note fanfic, so I thought it would be interesting. Light is referred to with he/him pronouns in his POV and she/her in POV of people who don't know about it.

cw for some mention of eating issues in this chapter but it's just for Light's first few days of using the death note guilt arc

With mounting horror, he was beginning to grasp the impossibility of the task, especially in the worst case scenario of having only a few hours or days. Sure, he could eliminate anyone whose name he knew, and this would seem like an obvious easy way to dismantle certain institutions or governments. But it was not that simple, not at all. In the absence of an existing satisfactory alternative power structure to take the place of a corrupt leader, said leader would simply be replaced. Eliminating all possible replacements would result in a power vacuum, likely making the situation much worse than it was in the first place. So, in the very short term, his power was functionally useless in political terms.

However, there was no guarantee, or indeed any evidence at all, in favor of or against, that there would be some sort of immediate divine punishment for using this power. As such, it was a balancing act of avoiding sabotaging his future work while also getting enough done to at least have any impact in whatever time he had. So the first step must be…

All of a sudden, it was all clear as day to him. He twirled his pen, turning on the computer and getting to work.

***

It was less than a month away from the winter solstice, so the sun had not yet risen when it was time to start getting ready for school. The sun’s rays painted strokes on the predawn sky like a painter on a canvas. The low clouds were the color of blood.

Light was snapped out of his trance-like state by the sounding of his alarm. He finished the last stroke with his pen, snapped the notebook shut, and hid it in his drawer under some papers, noting to himself that he would have to find a better hiding place later. Both of his hands were cramping a lot, as was his back and neck. He stood up and stretched his arms above his head. He had started writing with his right hand, then switched to his left even though it was slower, then switched back. Maybe the hand pain will turn out to be a bigger problem than the guilt of killing people in the long run, he thought, then recoiled from his own thoughts with a revulsion at the rather nonchalant way he was treating the whole affair. Was it really that easy? It was better for him if it was, he supposed.

He went about his morning routine in a methodical, almost robotic fashion. Standing in front of the mirror, he straightened his tie and took a deep breath. I just have to focus on acting as usual. It was all a bad dream. None of it happened. Except, of course, it did.

As he finished combing his hair in front of the bathroom mirror, he heard his sister Sayu banging on the door. “Are you done in there? I’ve been waiting here for five minutes. I need to go.”

“Yes, sorry. And good morning to you too.” Adjusting his facial expression to leave no clue to his emotional state, he opened the door, walked past Sayu while pointedly ignoring her pouting and further comments, and went into his room to grab his school bag before heading downstairs.

He greeted his mother in the kitchen and sat down to eat breakfast, occasionally contributing to the conversation between her and Sayu, who had joined them. He had half expected to feel too nauseous to eat, but all he felt was the familiar sense of numbness.

After packing his lunch in his bag and thanking his mother for the food, Light stood at the door, waiting for Sayu to join him to walk the stretch of road at which their routes to school coincided. They walked together under the late autumn sky, the sound of Sayu’s voice bouncing from the houses as she excitedly chattered about something. Light wished her a good day at school and they parted at the next intersection.

***

Perhaps as the natural result of pulling an all-nighter (he did not have much experience with that prior to that night), or as his brain’s subconscious method of coping with what he had done, he found himself in a strange state where his mind felt completely empty for once but he was unable to concentrate on any specific task. Every conversation, every action was carried out as if on autopilot. It was as if an icy crust of numbness had encased him. This numbness was broken through when he found himself holding a pencil, ready to start working on an assignment for some class (he realized he was unsure what time in the day it was). As he was about to write his name in the corner of the page, he felt his head spin and found it slightly hard to breathe. Dropping the pen to prevent his hands from visibly shaking, he got up, apologized, saying he wasn’t feeling well, and walked out of the classroom.

He headed to the girls’ bathroom on the third floor, figuring that unless someone purposefully wanted to summon Hanako-san, it would be the most private option. Inwardly, he scoffed at such superstitions, but remembering the cause of his present torment, could he be as sure that all urban legends are entirely baseless?

Thankfully, there was no one inside, so he could avoid being asked awkward questions, or worse, someone witnessing his inevitable tears. It was less uncomfortable that way. He took a shaky breath and steadied himself against the sink, staring into his reflection in the mirror as if it could give him the answers he needed. His face was just the same as the day before, the same soft brown hair falling into his eyes, but could he be the same person? He could pretend, but he could definitionally no longer truly be the person he was before. Every smile, every word would be a lie. In a way, every decision he made about someone else’s death killed a part of him too.

Another wave of panic hit him as he realized that him being dead might soon be not so metaphorical. Feeling hot tears flow down his cheeks, he headed for the third bathroom stall so nobody would see. He sat on the toilet with its lid closed and pulled his legs up, pressing his forehead against his knees, and wept soundlessly.

There was objective proof of the supernatural. No doubt this meant there would be some kind of retribution for his actions. Or, if someone were to stumble upon the notebook… if they found out it was real… even if it was his family, they would hate him. They would kill him. Maybe he deserved it. He did not want to die. There was still so much he wanted to see and know… It seemed to him that it would make for a miserable life for him to die this young.

More than ever before, he wanted to live.

But he had no choice. What was done was done, he had to keep going (sunk cost fallacy, a voice in his mind supplied. Except it’s not a fallacy, he reasoned, because it actually applies in this case. There are no second chances. One mistake is all it takes. Might as well make the most of it). He finally had what he had always wanted, a chance to change the world, and he had to take it even if it ultimately killed him. Doing otherwise would be a supremely selfish act. And Light resolved that until his last breath, he would hold out hope that he could see a better world come to fruition, for his altruism was matched only by his optimism.

***

It was just past eleven in the evening. Sachiko closed her book as her phone buzzed with a message from her husband. He was working late again, so there was no point in waiting. She got up and was about to turn off the lights in her room when she heard a strange noise downstairs.

Light was standing in the middle of the kitchen, head in her hands, elbows on the counter.

“Light? Did something happen?”

She looked up, slightly startled, as if she had not expected to see anyone there. “No, mom… Everything is fine. I’m just a little tired. I will go to bed now.”

“If you say so…” Sachiko watched her begin to walk away and stopped her. “Listen. If there is something wrong, you can always tell me, you know. I am your mother.”

Light turned around and smiled. “I know. It’s nothing. Goodnight.”

She pulled her into a hug. “You are the best daughter a mother could ask for.”

***

Somehow, his mother’s embrace made him feel worse, and for once not even because it was an unwelcome reminder of how he was a daughter. He felt disgusting and impure because he was a liar who lied to himself and to everyone else, who allowed his own mother to love a murderer. He lay down on his bed and stared at the ceiling, trying to fall asleep for three hours before giving up and going to his desk to write names.

***

The next few days passed similarly. Light forced himself to sleep and eat whenever he could so he would not die, but it was a challenge. During the weekend, he spent most of the day writing names, taking breaks only when his hands hurt too much. When he went back to school, he felt like he could collapse at any moment.

On Wednesday evening, he was sitting at his desk, flipping through the notebook, feeling rather self-satisfied. In five days, he had written over 500 names. His plan was going great; he had no doubt about it now. Outside, the wind was howling and the rain pattered on the roof and on the window. A quiet laugh escaped his lips.

“You seem to like it,” a raspy voice sounded behind him.

Light whipped around and found himself facing some kind of demonic creature. It was well over two meters tall, with black feathery wings, bugged out eyes that glowed red, and long, sharp teeth and claws. He screamed and fell off his chair.

“Why are you so surprised to see me? I’m Ryuk, the shinigami who dropped that notebook,” the creature said. “The way you were acting just now, I can tell you know it isn’t an ordinary notebook.”

“A shinigami?” Light slowly rose to his feet, steadying himself against his chair. So he was right… “I’m not surprised to see you, Ryuk. In fact, I have been waiting for you.”

The shinigami tilted its (his?) head curiously. “Really?”

“By visiting me, you have confirmed what I thought,” Light continued. If he was going to die now, he would not let the creature see his fear. “There is a lot I wanted to ask you.” He showed Ryuk the filled pages.

“Wow,” the shinigami said with a grating laugh, “I gotta say I’m surprised. Death notes have made it to the human world before, but you are the first to write so many in just five days. Most humans would be too scared.”

“I used the notebook knowing it belonged to a shinigami. Ryuk, did you come to take my soul?”

“Huh? Is that some fantasy you humans came up with? I’m not going to do anything to you. The moment a death note lands in the human world, it belongs there. So it’s yours now.”

“Mine?”

“You don’t want it, give it to another human. When you do, I will erase all of your death note memories.”

“So there is no price to pay for using the death note?”

“Not exactly. There is the terror and torment only humans who’ve used it will experience, and when you die, I’ll be the one writing your name down. But don’t think that any human who’s used the death note can go to heaven or hell.”

That could mean only one thing. Justice truly did not inherently exist in the universe. Not that Light believed in such things, but it was still odd to be probably the only person alive to know it for certain. “One more question. Why did you choose me?”

Ryuk laughed again. “Choose you? Don’t flatter yourself. I didn’t choose you. I dropped the notebook, and you just happened to pick it up.”

It was not quite adding up. Ryuk’s actions, from a logical standpoint, did not make sense. He was withholding something. “Why did you drop it?”

“I was bored.”

At that moment, Light heard a knock at his door. He panicked. How would he hide a shinigami from his mom?

“Go ahead, open it.”

Light hesitated but obliged. His mother was holding a basket of apples (red delicious, the worst kind). “The neighbors brought some over…” she explained, completely unaware of the monster in his room. “Why is it so dark in here? You’ll ruin your eyes.”

“Sorry, Mom. Thank you.” He closed the door, set the apples down on his desk, then looked at Ryuk questioningly.

“The death note is the bond between Light the human and Ryuk the shinigami. Nobody else can see me unless they touch the notebook.” Ryuk paused to gobble up an apple. “Apples in the human world are so… how do you say? Juicy.” He proceeded to eat the rest of the apples.

Well, he would have to find a way to hide the notebook to make sure nobody touched it. In the meantime, he decided to get back to the previous topic. “You said you were bored?”

“There’s nothing interesting in the shinigami realm. The others spend all their time gambling. All there is to do is write humans’ names, and that’s no fun when we can’t even see them. I figured the human world would be more interesting.” Ryuk turned his unblinking stare on the pages again. “I have to ask, what did you write all of these names and descriptions for? We shinigami do it because the remaining years of the human’s lifespan are added to our own. But you don’t get anything from it.”

“I was bored, too.” Light smiled sadly. “To tell you the truth, the human world is rotten. We have built great civilizations, but people continue to suffer. And the worst thing is, all these problems, of war, poverty, environmental collapse… we would be perfectly capable of fixing them, but the interests of those with the means to do so necessitate their continued existence. I may be in a position to benefit from how things are now, but,” he turned to face the window, “I cannot simply look at the world and turn away from all this suffering that I am capable of reducing by using this notebook. My goal is not to rule the world. I just want people to see how wrong our capitalist system is and take action themselves. The first phase of my plan, that I have been enacting for the past few days, is to get people to take notice. I’ve done this by getting rid of the world’s worst criminals, such as serial killers and rapists, crime bosses and the like whose identities are known but nonetheless elude the police, and corrupt officials or corporate criminals, who are usually not punished by the justice system. You may have noticed that while I controlled the actions of some people before death, I did not specify the cause of death for most of them. That’s the best thing about the death note, Ryuk. If you don’t write a cause of death, they all die of a heart attack. People are bound to start noticing soon… and then, I can move on to the next phase of my plan.”

“And what’s that?”

Light turned back around to face Ryuk. “You will find out when it’s time.”

“I was right… Humans are so interesting.”

***

After showering and brushing his teeth, Light walked back to his room in pajamas and stood in the doorway, rubbing his eyes. “Do shinigami sleep?”

“Huh? No.”

“Well, please do not disturb me while I’m sleeping,” and with that, he turned off the lights and climbed under the covers.

Ryuk was definitely a threat, and one Light did not know how to eliminate at that, so it was a little disconcerting, but he could think about that later. For now, at least he knew he would likely not die in the near future, so he would be able to plan ahead. Knowing this felt like a weight had been lifted from him. He realized just how tired he was. It was only half past nine, quite a bit earlier than he usually went to bed, but the several days of poor sleep and nightmares had caught up to him. He curled up beneath the covers, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.

#death note #orygynall poast #again sorry if my writing is bad idk how to do this lol

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celestialjupe · 2 years ago

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Girlblogging: 1/6/23

Today was good! i got a late start, but earlier than other days this week, thankfully. I've been trying to fix my schedule and i think today might have done the trick! i woke up to a package from my bestie. who sent me a wall collage kit. I love love love it, every picture is so perfect and exactly the vibe i've been going for in this new era.

I had some coffee, it's a new kind and its pecan coffee. It's absolutely heavenly. Seriously, the beans smell like a pecan syrup and it's a beautiful medium roast. I always add two tablespoons of sugar, some milk, and a bit of vanilla syrup. Yes it is disgustingly sweet, but i love it. I have two friends that take their coffee black and it's so crazy to me, like, girl WHAT?!?! idk i guess I'm a more of a sugar fan than a coffee fan. so i had my coffee, my best friend and i facetimed for a little and it was a pretty fun start to the day.

Afterwards, i took a shower, did my skincare, and got ready. I took the train to a nearby college town, which was really nice. On the ride, i drafted a letter i was planning to write, but i decided against it because i don't think any good would come from sending it, for me or the other party. I live next to a lake, so i watched the waves and wow, water is so cool i love just sitting and staring at it, especially with a nice playlist. Fluidity is an art, and i think im really beginning to master it.

When i got to my destination, I went to this recycled bookstore that i've been frequenting since summer. I love this bookstore, i always find myself spending hours in there, almost in a trance. The workers are always so cool too. Great fashion, friendly and interactive people who seem to really like their job. I got two books about animation, one about learning animation, and another about the history of animation. I also got this novel called 'vegas sunrise' It's about this matriarch of a casino family, and she chooses one of her husbands children to run the casino, and apparently everything goes up in flames, im excited to actually read it and see what it's all about. Overall i spent almost two hours in the bookstore. I almost bought a book about insects, but while i was in line i decided to put it back, because after taking a more thorough look at the contents, i realized it wasn't what i was looking for. I was super interested in a couple of astronomy books, but i ended up passing on those as well cause most of the selection was a little too advanced for my current level of knowledge.

By the time i left the bookstore, it was pretty dark out. I know my way around the town pretty well by this point, but i did in fact, get lost this time lol. I found myself on the side of town where multiple car alarms were going off and obviously the only appropriate reaction to this sort of predicament is to listen to oblivion by grimes, duh. I did just about shit a brick though, because usually a lot of people walk around this town but at this time of night i found myself to be the only one, a little scary, but i persevered and found the train station. Sadly i was too late for the first train i was planning to take, so i was looking at a fifteen minute wait in the dark at the station. Miraculously, the next train was quite early, and i was very grateful for that. the ride back was very peaceful, there was only one other person on the train with me. An older man a few rows back, who slept soundly the whole time. It's pretty cute to see that sort of thing, and it fills me with a sense of gratitude to see people in that sort of comfort. Like, good for you dude! you deserve some rest, im sure of it.

I got back to my place, got in pajamas, washed my face, read one of the last chapters of valley of the dolls, and had a sandwich. I coated one slice of bread in mayo, the other with garlic hummus, i put mozzarella, lettuce, and salami on it too. A little thin, but still filling and delicious. Then i sat down to write a bit. After this entry im going to draw, maybe read a bit more, and try to go to bed at a decent time. Thank you for reading, if you did, i appreciate it! I hope you have a good night/day/afternoon, please eat, stay hydrated, sleep well and try your best to focus on what you love.

#girlblogging

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harlowsbby · 2 years ago

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urban request: him being in love with a girl named sarah🧍🏽‍♀️

oh my bad my fingers slipped🤭 LOL but like how about a friends to lovers of some sort where reader joins them in europe and since jack is busy with rehearsals, she and urban end up exploring a city on their own and it’s just cute and fluffy and they end up kissing idk. i’m bad at coming up with ideas😩

Love Drought

This summer has definitely been one for the books you’ve been best friends with Jack and Urban since diapers and while taking a break from your studies Jack invited you along with him this summer to travel Europe and to get Urban and You together.

Everyone in your friend group knew how badly Urban and You liked one another but somehow the two of you didn’t. Growing up with Urban and Jack and being the only girl the two of them were very much overprotective especially Urban and the older you out and the more you blossomed into a beautiful women that’s when Urban worried more because he knew how guys were and what they only wanted and when it came to you nobody was allowed to have you but him.

“So what do we have planned for today guys? I was thinking since were in London we should try the fish and chips shop they have.” Jack and Neelam came up with this idea to act like Jack had a busy day with soundcheck and radio shows so that Urban and You could be alone and finally admit that you like each other.

“Actually it’ll just be Urban and you Y/N we’re gonna be busy with soundcheck and I have a few radio shows to attend but we’ll meet you both later at the little carnival?” You were going to be alone with Urban for the whole entire day? Your heart started racing and beating you’ve always had the biggest crush on Urban and being alone with him for an entire day you weren’t sure if you were able to do this.

“Oh..oh well that’s okay.” Urban was nervous too every time the two of you would hangout Jack or 2fo and them were always around or anybody really in your friend group.

“Come on Y/N we can go rent some of those enteric scooters and just scoot around London what else do we got planned?” And that’s how your day with Urban began just riding around London in your electric scooters. Watching you laugh and pose for silly pictures Urban took for you made him blush you were truly the most beautiful girl in the world you were such a sweetheart and honestly he felt like he didn’t deserve you because you never smoked or were one to drink you always had your head in your books and focused on things that mattered.

“Urban let’s go try the little tea shop over there it looks so cute.” Snapping out his trance he smiled softly and followed along before parking his scooter next to yours.

The shop was indeed a cute little shop they had flowers everywhere and it was painted pink and there was a few pictures of the owner and what seemed like their kids or grandkids there was soft music playing and just a few people sitting and enjoying the little cakes and teas.

“It’s fun to just go out and explore I’m happy Jack invited me to tag along with you guys.” You smiled and started eating cake and offered Urban some and he kindly accept and opened his mouth a sign for you to feed him.

“Are you kidding me Urb? You’re such a baby.” Shaking your head you fed him the cake anyways, you had some frosting left on your finger you went to lick it off but Urban grabbed your hand and brought your fingers to his mouth and licked the frosting off, his plump lips feeling so soft against your fingers you wondered what else they would feel soft on.

“Urban I know you didn’t just lick my fingers.” He smirked and shrugged his shoulders.

“What can I say I didn’t want some good frosting going to waste but how’s school going… how’s the love life you talking to anybody.” Urban was quick to change the conversation because he wanted to know if you were with anybody and he wanted to know badly.

“I mean school is going I’ve only got a year left in college then I’ll be done and as for any boys hitting me up that’s very much negative I only like this one guy but I’m sure he doesn’t like me back.” Urban’s heart broke hearing that you liked somebody he knew his chances with you were over now or so he thought.

“Well what’s so interesting about this guy? He’s gotta have something going for him if a girl like you is liking him.” His blue eyes sparkled with jealousy which you thankfully didn’t notice you smiled and looked out the window of the little cafe watching as people walked by.

“Well he’s really just amazing.. he’s always there for his friends he even travels around the world for his friends actually. He’s great at all his angles he’s always taking the best off guard pictures of me.” Urban huffed and crossed his arms over his chest making you giggle.

“Wow what a man I can do everything he does just better.” He mumbled under his breath you grinned noticing that his jealously was showing.

“Well there’s one thing that you can do better then him.” His eyebrows shot up waiting for your answer.

“You love me like he does because the guy I’m talking about is you Urb you’re the guy I like.” Biting your lip nervously you studied Urban’s features his face scrunched up in confusion and shock till a smile was placed on his lips.

“You like me? That’s the biggest relief because I’ve liked you for the longest Y/N I just wasn’t sure if you felt the same but now that you do.. I hope you don’t mind or get mad at what I’m about to do.”

“Wha-.” You were cut off by Urban reaching over the table and smashing his lips onto yours, which honestly caught you off guard luckily there was nobody in the shop so you kissed him back and moaned into his mouth his lips were so soft and smooth against yours.

He brushed his tongue against your bottom lip making you moan softly he smirked before biting your bottom lip dragging it out as he pulled away and sat back down on the chair. You were a smiling and giggly fool you tried to cover your face with your hands but Urban wasn’t having that.

“Nope now come on you cant go hiding your face now especially not after that ma.” He grabbed your hand in his and kissed it.

“I’ve been waiting to do that for the longest time you have no idea Y/N.”

“Well I’m glad you did Urb.. I love you Urban Wyatt.”

“I love you too Y/N Y/L.” Neelam and Jack cheered when hey saw Urban and You later on that night holding hands Jack was happy his little plan was successful and you were just happy you finally had the man of your dreams.

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jeyramarie · 3 years ago

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Monaco- Tom Holland x Reader

summary: you sort of crash the boys’ trip.

a/n: i got inspo after the pics were posted, i hope this is somewhat good, idk😂 happy reading everyone 🦋

You had never gone to Monaco before which made you very excited when your boyfriend had invited you. It was supposed to be a boys day but you had just got to London a few days from being back home and he wanted to spend every second he could with you. Harrison and Tuwaine were going too since the original plan was a guys trip.

You were all going to the F1 race which started on Saturday. Tom was with the Red Bull team which meant you were gonna get every VIP pass that ever existed. You all arrived on Friday which gave you a whole day to sleep. When you arrived at the hotel the first thing Tom did was flop on the bed.

“Ugh, i’m so tired.” he mumbled against the bed sheets as you chuckled and put the suitcases in a corner.

“I know, that flight was killer.” you groaned as you sat down at the cloud like mattress making you sight in relief. You closed your eyes for a bit as you heard ruffling in the sheets and the bed sinking next to you. When you opened your eyes you saw Tom looking at you with a cute smile, wanting to kiss you. So you placed your hand on his right cheek and gave him a soft kiss.

“We should get some sleep.”

“Oh yes we do, but you have to tell the boys. So they don’t walk in or anything.”

“Right.. I’ll be right back.” Tom groaned as he left the bed and walked next door to see the boys. As he left you got up and got into your pajamas, took you makeup off and went under the sheets. While you where tying your hair Tom walked in and took off his shoes giving you a smile.

“All done, baby. Let’s go to bed.” he said and quickly got ready, then getting into bed with you as he quickly pulled you in for you he’d to rest on his chest. You both drifted off quickly feeling exhausted from the plane ride.

The morning came around rather quickly with you waking up first as usual. You expected to see Tom sound asleep but instead was met with an empty bed. You started to look around and were about to shout his name when he walked around the corner with breakfast.

“Morning, love.”

“Hi, you woke up early.” you chuckled and smiled as he walked closer to you. He put the breakfast at the foot of the bed and jogged to your side immediately putting his hands on your cheeks, pulling you into a sweet kiss. His lips moved softly against yours as you ran your finger tips down his abs.

“You ready for today?” he said getting into bed while eating fruit.

“I am, i’m just not sure what to wear.”

“Well leave the prettiest thing for tonight cause we’re all going to a fancy dinner.” you nodded and continued to eat talking about the day’s plan. Tom got up and got ready first with a pink t-shirt he bought with you, some jeans and random sneakers. You couldn’t stop staring at him cause even in simple clothing he looked hot. You settled for a tight crop tshirt and some baggy ripped jeans with your usual jewelry.

You walked out of the hotel hand in hand with Tom not feeling the need to hide your relationship since no one knew he was in Monaco that weekend. The car ride was pretty short making you grateful that you didn’t have to stay in a car for long. When you all got there, there were people waiting for all of you with VIP passes and wristbands.

The crew guided all of you to the main race track which consisted of walking in front of everyone. You saw so many people that you were gonna release your hand from Tom’s. You don’t know how but he knew you were gonna attempt to do it which made his grip tighter. He looked back at you and smiled while nodding giving you a reassurance. The walk to your box felt long as you saw everyone staring and photographing you. You all finally made it to the VIP room. It had drinks, snacks and a few people chatting over champagne on the sofas.

“Do you want anything, baby?” Tom asked breaking you from your trance.

“No, i’m okay.” you smiled as Harrison and Tuwaine called you both to go look over the railing down at the race.

“Did you see everyone with their phones?” Tuwaine asked being discreet, not wanting other people to hear.

“Yeah i saw them, this is gonna blow up any second.” Harrison said adjusting his watch while look back and forth between you and Tom.

“That’s fine, i don’t care anyway.” Tom said running a hand through his hair while letting go of your hand, leaning against the railing. The boys stared at you and gave you a sympathetic smile as they walked away to get some drinks. You fidgeted with your fingers as you walked towards him. You stood next to him as you rubbed one hand on his bicep making him relax.

“Are you okay? You seemed a bit annoyed back there.” you said softly looking at him waiting for him to make eye contact.

“Just frustrating, you know? We can’t go anywhere without being worried about what people may think if they see us... I’m tired of that.”

“Well we don’t have to hide anymore. You can show me off as much as you want.” you smiled as your hand ran through the hair at the back of his neck. He turned his head and smiled standing up straight pulling you towards him by your waist.

“So i can kiss you in public now?” he asked in a sexy voice making you smirk.

“Yes, you can.” and with that he leaned into a sweet kiss making you place your hands on his jaw. When you parted he chuckled and pecked your forehead turning back to the race.

“Okay guys, ew.” Tuwaine said as he walked closer to the couple. You all laughed and Tom put his arm over your shoulder. He never let go of you for the rest of the race. You all stayed in the box the whole time only leaving it to look around. Tuwaine had scheduled a boat ride for all of you after the race was over. You all walked to the docks being photographed as you made your way to the boat. Tom gripped your hand tighter as the camera’s clicked.

The ride was smooth and pleasant. Filled with jokes and business talk, coming from Tom of course. Harrison and Tuwaine took many pictures for the gram while Tom admired you the whole time. When you were making your way back, the sun was starting to set. Which meant that you had to go back to the hotel to get ready for dinner. You settled for a long summer dress with some wedge heels and your handbag.

When you walked out, putting everything in your purse, your perfume filled the room making Tom look up from his phone. He stared in awe as you stopped walking to close your purse.

“Okay, boys we ready?” you asked and lifted your head to see Tuwaine and Harrison on the sofa and Tom standing up to go to you.

“We’re ready, let’s go.” Harrison said as he stood up and walked out of the room followed by Tuwaine. Tom pulled you towards him by your waist and kissed you softly as your arms went over his shoulders to pull him closer.

“Mmm, you look so good.”

“I do?”

“Yes, you do. We’re gonna have fun when we get back.” he whispered into your ear and walked away leaving you in shock. You walked out of the room and met the guys at the elevator. The ride to the restaurant was filled with sexual tension between you and Tom. You crossed your legs and he immediately put his hand on it to grab and rub and touch. No one commented on it, which was surprising to you.

The place was fancy and decorated with fairy lights which you absolutely loved. You walked hand in hand with Tom as he waved at everyone who recognized him. Suddenly, he pulled out his phone and recorded a very funny story for his instagram. The dinner went smoothly with Tom’s hand never leaving your leg. Tension growing and growing as his hand squeeze your thigh from time to time.

A few hours later, you were all back at the hotel room. You took of your heels letting out a breath of relief as Tom took off his long sleeve turtleneck sweater. You stood up and started taking off your dress when you felt a hot breath hitting your neck. His calloused hands going over your waist to pull you closer.

“What are you doing?” you asked as you turned your head to look at Tom.

“I told you we were gonna have fun.” he mumbled into your shoulder. You turned to him in his arms and kissed him as his hand went to the back of your dress, pulling down the zipper slowly. The kiss turned animalistic as each of your hands explored each other’s bodies. Making that night incredible fun.

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catgrump · 2 years ago

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17,20,26, 15 with kiribaku!

KRBK Hours!

AU where there’s like no war and stuff (idk I haven’t seen Season 6 yet) but basically nothing Bad Happened AU yay

🌻🌻🌻

Kirishima’s legs kicked and swung over the Ferris wheel compartment he sat in beside Bakugo, while Bakugo clung to the safety bar with all his might.

Bakugo was already scared shitless about his plans for the day; he didn’t need to accidentally snap at Kiri and ruin everything.

It’s their final year at UA. Their class is having a graduation carnival. And Bakugo hesitantly took his cell phone out of his pocket as the Ferris wheel began its ascent.

He wrote this countless times and even asked Ochako for help to make sure it sounded right. He checked on Kiri, who grinned at him before looking back over the carnival, then Bakugo opened his notes app and went over what he was going to tell Kirishima any second now.

Kiri, for years I yearned for you in secrecy and in silence. I’ve been by your side through so much during our time at school, and we’ve spent so much time together, and I’ve started feeling things I never thought I would feel. It hurts me, just how much I ache for you. I miss you when I can’t look at you. You’ve become one of the most important people in my life. I am so very in love with you and want our lives to continue together after we graduate. Please be by my side.

“Bakugo?” He was snapped out of his trance to see his closest friend looking at him with concern, “You okay, man?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Bakugo attempted to muster a smile.

“Nah, dude,” Kiri leaned closer, “You seem super tense. You can talk to me, yeah?”

Kirishima’s smile always felt right. Smiles came to Bakugo much easier when Kirishima was around. “I…” Bakugo began, but then the sun aligned perfectly behind Kirishima… his long red hair haloed by the warm glow, “I gotta figure out how to say it, if, uh, that makes sense.”

“Yeah, I get it!”

Bakugo had been waiting for a long time for this. It’s been a long time since he realized how far gone he was, but he always knew he wanted his confession to be perfect. Kirishima only deserves the best. Bakugo doesn’t think he could ever truly be The Best for him, but he isn’t one to give up before he even tries.

As the wheel paused a quarter of the way up to pick up more passengers, Kirishima spoke again, “Hey, can I say something?”

“You’ve got a mouth that ain’t broken,” Bakugo quipped.

Kirishima laughed before rubbing his hand on the back of his neck, “Yeah, heh, I’m kinda glad the rest of the squad wanted to hang back for this,” Bakugo noticed Kiri’s fingers tapping on his leg, “Is that weird?”

No, Ochako told Mina to distract the guys so I could do this, Bakugo thought.

“No, it’s whatever,” was what Bakugo actually said.

“I…” Kirishima was stammering, “I always like when it’s just us, you know? Is that weird?”

No, I’m in love with you, Bakugo thought.

“Nah, I don’t think that’s weird,” was what Bakugo actually said.

The Ferris wheel started moving again and Bakugo clutched his phone in his hand, making sure he didn’t drop it now of all times. Kirishima chuckled and asked, “You sure you’re okay, man?”

“Yeah I’m cool,” Bakugo replied, suddenly sensing just how close their legs are.

That’s something Bakugo’s always done, even before he realized he had feelings for him. He would always note whenever they touched because it always made him feel lighter. Bakugo knew what he was going to do today, and moved his leg closer so they’d be touching. Kirishima’s never moved away, and this was no exception.

But then Bakugo’s heart stopped when Kirishima put a hand on Bakugo’s knee. “Bakugo, I… can I tell you something else?”

“Did your mouth break suddenly?”

Kirishima’s head fell with a chuckle before looking back up. The hand on Bakugo’s knee was firm like he was trying to control himself, “It’s more of a question than anything—“

“Spit it out, Shitty Hair,” even though Bakugo has always loved Kiri’s hair.

“Yeah, got it, sorry—“

“Hey, fuck, no, I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have snapped—“

“No, it’s fine; I’m just nervous—“

“Kiri, no, stop; I don’t like when I’m angry, especially at you—“

“I know; you’ve really been working on that—“

“And your hair isn’t shitty,” Bakugo muttered.

“Awwwwww thank yooouuuu,” Kiri leaned against Bakugo and dramatically bat his eyes, making Bakugo smirk.

As the Ferris wheel stopped at the top to pick up more passengers, Bakugo and Kirishima had a perfect view of the campus and the city surrounding it. It was just like Bakugo had planned: a romantic confession worthy of such an amazing man.

“So, uh, heh,” Kirishima started again, “I was wondering if like… you wanted to, I don’t know, go out sometime? Like a date or something? It’s cool if not, I just like, like you a lot and stuff and thought that like now that we won’t have school to worry about soon…”

Bakugo’s mouth hung open as he stared at the man beside him in awe. No fucking way.

“Bakugo? It’s okay if…” Kirishima retracted his hand so he could wring his hands together, “Please… say something.”

Bakugo didn’t know what to say. He spent all this time writing something poetic and rehearsing— reaching out to others for help— and Kirishima… just ASKED? Like it was no big deal?

“God… fuckin hell,” Bakugo muttered, and shakily took Kirishima’s wrist in his hand, “We’re so fucking stupid.”

Notes app be damned. He shoved his phone back in his pocket and then pulled Kiri’s arm to finally kiss him.

Once the shock wore off— which was pretty fast— they melted in each other’s embrace, kissing someone they’ve wanted to be this close to for years. Kirishima hummed and moved his hands to Bakugo’s jawline, brushing fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. Bakugo couldn’t remember the last time he felt this light and this free.

Their lips only parted to softly laugh as they caught their breaths.

Then the Ferris wheel started descending, and it caught both of them by surprise, clutching onto the other. They both chuckled as they saw each other in this new revelation for the first time. “So it’s a yes?” Kirishima sheepishly asked.

“Of course it’s a yes, moron,” Bakugo replied before kissing Kiri on the cheek, “I love you too much.”

Kiri’s face flushed a bright red, almost matching his hair. “Babe… I love you too… I have for a while now,” and he looked like he was going to cry.

“Thank god,” Bakugo cupped Kirishima’s face in his hands to pull him in for another kiss, parting for a moment to smile and whisper against his skin, “I love you so fucking much.”

Send me a ship and a prompt and I'll write a short fic! Accepting BNHA and Sk8!

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zenni-gotcha · 3 years ago

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Hello! I’m on a quest to get as much Goemon stories as possible since its just criminal how little there is of him (nothing wrong with lup or jig just… idk man, samurai supremacy) how about Goemon with an s/o who plays a uke and brings it most anywhere they can? Maybe they can even busk (street playing) to get enough money for food for the gang if they are low on cash ? Please and thank you ❤��

[I love this so much! He needs as much attention as the others, you’re right! it kinda ended up being a fic on before he and s/o got together]

There was music floating through the air as the rest of the gang ate at a nearby cafe. “They know that we have enough money right now, right?” Lupin asked as he watched you playing from where you were standing behind the hat that you had sitting on the ground. “Sure,” Jigen started as he took a sip from his coffee, “but, I’m pretty sure that they just play because they like to. Ya’know, like how you thieve because you like to. Right, Goemon?” There was no response even though Goemon was sitting right next to the gunman. Jigen looked at him for a bit more expecting an answer before he got one from the wrong person. “I don’t thing our dear samurai heard you, buddy.” Lupin laughed. “He’s a bit preoccupied right now. Probably will be for awhile.” That was true. Goemon’s eyes hadn’t left you since you had walked over and started playing. He always loved to watch you play, and even more to listen to it.

It was actually how he met you. One day the rest of them were all scoping out a potential heist spots and told Goemon to wait at a certain area. You happened to be playing that town at the time and he found himself getting distracted by you. Eventually, he walked over and started talking to you. Or, rather, he passed you about five times and put money in you hat until you said something to him because talking to new people wasn’t something that he was the most comfortable with. As soon as you mentioned that you wished that you had the desire to travel around, but it was difficult to do with your income, he had a plan. It took a bit of convincing to the other two, but soon they warmed up to the idea of taking you along with them. It would help to have someone that the police didn’t recognize to walk around, and if you were ever questioned then you could use the excuse that you were just looking for a place to play. Even though he was the one that suggested that you tag along with the group, Goemon was super protective of you. He used the excuse that you weren’t as used to this sort of world as they were, but Lupin and Jigen knew there was more to it than that.

“God, just ask them out already!” Lupin groaned as he jabbed Goemon in the ribs, effectively pulling him from the trance that you and your music had put him in. His face turned bright red and he quickly pushed Lupin’s hand away from his body. “Don’t be foolish. They and I are simply friends.” After this denial it was Jigen’s turn to chime in. “Yeah, man, ‘cause you won’t take them on a date.” At that point Goemon decided that he was done talking to them, and turned his back so they both knew it. He wanted to ask you out for the longest time, but didn’t know how to really go about it. Just about that time you finished your most recent song. Goemon saw his chance to get away from the other two and walked over to you. Your face lit up when you saw him.

“That song was… nice.” He started, trying to think of a conversation as he went. “Thanks! You know I’ll play it for you just about anytime you ask. Just let me know.” Your smile about killed him with how sweet it was, and his faced burned even more than it already was. “I’ll keep that in mind, thank you.” He looked back at the cafe just see the other two giving him a thumbs-up which he answered with an eye roll. There was a moment where he about died when you tried to look around him to see what Jigen and Lupin were doing, but he quickly stepped in front of you field of view, not trusting what they might signal to you. “We, uh…” he tried to think of a reason for coming over here other than asking you on a date; getting cold feet once more. “we might need to leave soon. Don’t want to stay somewhere for too long and get too much attention.” It was a relief when you seemed to buy the excuse, with a quick, “Okay, sounds good. Let me just gather up my stuff.” With a defeated sigh he started back to his seat at the cafe.

Goemon about strangled Lupin when they crossed paths on his way back to the cafe. He wasn’t sure what Lupin was going to say to you, but based on how he was acting today it wasn’t something that Goemon was going to be happy with it. His confirmation came when Lupin briefly stopped and asked, “Sooo, did you ask them?” Goemon’s face scrunched in anger, and he gave a curt, “No.” With that Lupin was off like a shot and talking to you before it could be stopped. The two of you were just far enough away that he couldn’t quite hear what you were saying as you gathered up your stuff. He quickly decided that he wasn’t going to take this lying down and started to make his way back over to you. Before he could stomp his way over there Lupin came back over to him. “And, that’s how ya do it! By the way you need to figure out where you’re taking them pretty quick.” He gave Goemon’s shoulder a few pats before he walked back down the street. Soon you came walking up to him and happily chimed, “Hey, Lupin just told me that you wanted to show me something later. What is it?” Goemon didn’t know if he should thank Lupin or punch him. But, that choice would be something for him to make after he figures out where he and you were going to have your date at.

#goemon ishikawa xiii x reader #goemon x reader

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grxtsch · 3 years ago

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lyin’ eyes

[jimmy page x reader]

summary: after relationship troubles, (y/n) decides to leave and hopefully forget all that’s happened. but when she reaches a place that holds many memories, a certain old friend who she shared those memories with was waiting for her to return.

notes: i don’t know what that summary is but i made it up on the spot so don’t even complain abt it :P

also i personally think that this is my best fic so far so yeah enjoy ig 😩🤚

edit: LMAO this was supposed to be based off of the song by the eagles but my brain had other ideas rip

warnings: cheating (idk if i need to warn u abt that but i’m being safe), swearing, fluff

“(y/n) please wait!” a voice sounded from behind you as you dragged a suitcase filled with your clothes and other possessions to the front door.

“no chris, i’ve waited long enough at the damn restaurant and where were you?” you said, throwing your free hand up in the air. “you were fucking this bitch in our— no, your house.” you seethed back at your now ex-boyfriend, who stood with an expression of grief.

“in fact, i don’t want to wait at anymore restaurants for your stupid ass.” his grief soon turned into anger as you spun around on your heels and walked out the front door.

you could hear him shouting some profanities out of the open door, but you managed to block out his voice and instead focus on the sound of your shoes on pavement as you walked with your suitcase to wherever your feet would lead you.

you were completely done with his bullshit. coming home late claiming he was “working”, flirting with other girls when you two were out shopping, and, just like this night, leaving you stranded at some restaurant for some other chick. it wasn’t even the first time he’s done that. you were ready to leave him before this day had even started; you had spent a few days secretly putting all of your possessions into your handy suitcase, only putting away a couple things at a time so he wouldn’t notice the lack of your items in the house.

before you knew it, you were standing in front of a bar that you used to always go to with one of your dearest friends. “maybe he still comes here.” you thought as you made your way through the bar door and straight to a small booth in the far corner of the building. the same small booth that your friend and yourself had always sat at when you both would come here.

his name was james page, which he preferred jimmy, but you just used james instead to pick some fun at him. the two of you were the closest of friends, ever since your childhood where you fell off of your bike and he ran over to check to see if you were okay. he even went with you to your house just to make sure that you weren’t hurt. even as you both had gotten older, you would both help each other out with homework, watch movies together, and he even taught you some guitar chords and tricks.

the downfall of your friendship happened a while after he joined one of his first bands; the yardbirds. he would always be traveling, performing at different concert venues around the country, and even the world. at first you would just call him or he would call you on these tours, which worked well for awhile, until he got so busy with the band that he didn’t have any time to return your many missed calls.

you missed him dearly, thinking of him from time to time during the day. you often wondered what he was doing at the time when you thought of him, whether it was playing his guitar or just relaxing at wherever he may call home.

you stood up to go grab a beer, hoping to wash your thoughts away, when a very familiar sound reached your ears. it was his laughter. the same sweet laughter you grew fond of whenever you’d be around him. you didn’t know how much you longed to hear that sound again until that very moment, it almost held you in a trance until the beautiful sound melted away and the song that the jukebox was playing had replaced it.

“i was probably just imagining it.” you thought. running a hand through your hair to try and focus back on reality, you continued to the bar, a fairly large opening right in front of you that you could get to quickly. when you reached the bar, you heard a familiar voice say, “(y/n)! long time no see!” you looked up to see the bartender, florence. she has been the same bartender since you and jimmy started coming to this bar, usually just to hang out and talk about different things. you were still surprised that she still worked here, she’s not as young as she used to be, but you were glad that she was here and not some other new bartender.

“hey flo! how’s everything been recently?” you smiled lightly, not really in the mood to talk a lot, but willing to make small conversation with your old friend. “quite good dear! it’s been boring without yourself and jimmy constantly making a ruckus in here though, i kind of miss having to tell the manager about how you two broke the jukebox again!” florence joked, causing you to let out a small laugh. “yeah, those were the good old days, weren’t they?” she smiled. “they really were. anyway! how about a drink for you aye?”

“whiskey. any kind will do.” you replied, which flo nodded and went off to get your drink, coming back in record time with a glass about half way filled with the golden-brown alcohol. you smiled and said a quick “thank you” and carefully took the glass, bidding flo a farewell and she returning it.

you walked back over to your seat, the chat with florence clearing your mind of the earlier events and bringing your mood up a bit. she always had that effect on people, making them crack even a slight smile when they’re feeling blue. right as you were about to sit down, the voice that you never thought you’d hear again called out, “(y/n)? is that you?”

you set your glass down, mentally preparing to see him for the first time in a long, long time. holding your breath, you turn around and see him, the jimmy page, your old best friend. “james?” his hair was longer, barely reaching to his shoulder, and it was slicked back slightly, showing his beautiful green eyes. his smile was still the same, and you swore your heart did a backflip when he smiled at you and said “oh (y/n) i knew it was you! i couldn’t miss that gorgeous hair of yours anywhere.”

you were pretty sure that your face was bright red as you smiled bashfully. “oh thank you jim. and i see you grew yours out hm?” he chuckled, running his hand through his hair softly and said “yeah, i just thought why the hell not you know?” “mhm! i like it a lot, it suits you.” you said back, nudging his shoulder with your knuckle.

he grins and mumbles a quick “thanks”. he then looks back up at you and says “wanna sit and chat for awhile? catch up on all the times we missed?” you nod, motioning for him to sit at the opposite side of where your drink is, and he sat, you following his actions and sitting down as well. you grabbed your glass of whiskey and took a long sip of it, leaving only a small amount left in the bottom of the cup. jimmy’s eyes followed your hand as you set it back on the table, then his eyes flicked back up to meet yours, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“is everything alright? i haven’t seen you drink like that in, well, i’ve never seen you drink like that.” you sighed, drawing your finger around the rim of the cup gently. “if i’m being honest, no. a year after we, y’know, stopped talking, i found a guy and we got along quite well and started dating.” you noticed jimmy’s hand clenched into a fist, so you continued.

“everything was fine between us, until recently. he started going after other girls, even with me around him. he even asked me on a date just so i would stay, because i told him that if he doesn’t get his shit together then i’m just going to leave. we were supposed to meet at a restaurant, but of course he didn’t show up even when he’s the one who wanted me to go with him and not the other way around. so i went back to our former shared house and found him fucking some random chick that i’ve seen him flirt with before.” you stared at your drink, before grabbing it and finishing it off. as soon as you set the glass back, jimmy’s hand softly reached for yours and held it, caressing his thumb over your knuckles.

you rose your eyes up to meet jimmy’s, his eyes holding a soft, caring look, the same look that you’ve longed to see for many years. “it’s fine though, really. it’s not like i really loved him anyway..” you lied, thinking of when you first met chris, how happy he made you. but you realized that a certain someone, perhaps the someone sitting across from you, had made you happier than chris could’ve.

“(y/n) love, your lying eyes really give away that you did love him at one point, and it’ll take a while to try and un-love him, trust me.” a soft hand came in contact with your cheek, gently wiping a stray tear away that you didn’t notice had fallen. looking back up at jimmy, you smiled at him and brought your hand that wasn’t occupied and rested it against his. “i know jimmy, but i think i’ve already moved on from that asshole.”

his eyes flashed with a glimmer of hope, and he softly nodded, a small smile painting his face. he paused, then cautiously asked; “i know we’ve only talked for a few minutes, and you can refuse this offer, but how about we ditch this bar and go somewhere else?” you brought jimmy’s hand down to rest on the table, holding them both with your warm hands and nodded. “yeah, i’d like that.” he stood up from the seat, pulling you up with him.

“well then, what are we waiting for?”

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feliix · 4 years ago

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like this ↠ han jisung (18+)

↠ Jisung x Reader ↠ genre: smut, fluff, established relationship!au ↠ rating: m ↠ word count: 2.6k ↠ summary: being stuck in quarrantine with your boyfriend seems all fun and games until you’re in need of an attitude adjustment, and Jisung is sure to it give you. ↠ warnings: explicit sexual content, dom!jisung, sub!reader, dirty talk, thigh riding, praise kink, nipple play (like a lot of it too idk?), teasing, overstimulation, aftercare ↠ a/n: I don’t even know how this happened it was supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away, enjoy!

After a long day of doing absolutely nothing, it's finally bedtime. Normally it would be nice to snuggle up next to your significant other before blissfully drifting off to sleep – but this time is different. Today was absolutely exhausting. Maybe exhausting is a bit too harsh to describe it – but Jisung was in one of those moods today that entailed him being excessively bothersome, and that’s enough to deal with on its own.

Being cooped up in your tiny shared apartment is nothing short of tiring. You love Jisung, yes, but spending every waking second with someone constantly for weeks on end is finally getting to you. This routine where you wake up together, go to virtual work next to each other, eat together, and then go to bed together is getting old real fast.

Today in particular drove you over the edge. The longer the day went on, the worse his antics became. His teasing ways only grew more and more irritating; it was to the point where Jisung kept doing things for the mere sake of pissing you off. It’s become his only source of entertainment in your tiny space. He kept saying or doing things that bothered you just enough to warrant a dirty look from you, but nothing was ever enough for you to stay angry over. But that only lasted so long. Jisung is nothing light of an instigator; being cooped up in your apartment together for days on end only makes it worse.

And once you crawled into bed tonight you were sure that these instigating antics of his would fade away, but there must’ve been something in the air tonight.

Now he’s cuddled up against your back, which would have been nice on any normal occasion. Except for this time his slender fingers are terrorizing your sides by jabbing you between the ribs every now and again.

“Knock it off,” you huff, swatting your hand back at him to stop. Yet, he remains pressed up against your back, squeezing you tighter his arms. Because of your positioning, you’re unable to see the amused look that's currently spreading across his face. Your annoyance only entices him to do it again, seeing how far he could get before you snap.

“Knock what off?”

You can practically hear the smile in his voice, which only annoyed you further that he’s finding amusement in your misery.

“Stop poking me,” you sigh as you do your best to wiggle out of his grip. Sleeping on the opposite side of the bed from Jisung is never as comfortable, but at this point you were desperate. Thank god you have a king-sized mattress.

“Y/N,” he whines as a pout forms on his face at the loss of contact, “I just wanna cuddle.”

But soon his arms are stretching back out and his top leg is wrapping over your body, pulling you back into him. An annoyed sigh leaves your lips as you surrender.

Trapped between all four of his limbs, you let out a forced sigh, biting your tongue to stop yourself from lashing out. You’d already gone through the entire day without an argument – there’s no use in starting one now. After living together this long he can tell the intentions behind the sounds of your breath, and now he was feeling kind of bad for bothering you. This sigh in particular was filled with annoyance, so much so that you weren’t able to respond to him with a coherent thought.

He does his best to make it up to you, kissing the nape of your neck sweetly before nuzzling into your back again. You notice the grip of his legs loosening around you, slowly allowing yourself to get comfortable again.

“I just miss you, Y/N.”

“We’re together all the time, Jisung.”

“That’s not what I mean,” he says matter-of-factly. Without a spare breath, his lips begin trailing up your neck, leading to your cheek and then landing on your ear before whispering, “I miss you.”

The low, gravelly tone in his voice makes a knot tighten in your stomach. Your mouth waters as your core begins to ache, understanding the intentions behind his words. “Y-you do?” You swallow thickly, eyes opening to stare at the wall in front of you as you wait for his next move.

“Mmhm,” He asks while his fingers begin to graze against the bottom of your shirt, tracing small circles on the material before pushing it aside and sliding his hand underneath. Goosebumps quickly cover your skin at the cold sensation of his fingertips meeting your stomach. His small ministrations against your smooth skin have you chasing after your own breath; more and more arousal begins to flood between your thighs by the second, “Do you miss me?”

“Y-yes,” you gulp back harshly, voice hanging on for dear life when his fingers make their way up to your torso, landing on one of your nipples. A satisfied hum leaves his lips as he squeezes the hardened bud between his fingers. You keen at his touch, your body quickly spasming as the pool of arousal between your thighs grows.

“I don’t like the attitude you’ve been giving me lately,” he whispers in your ear causing a shiver to travel your spine at the feeling of his hot breath fanning onto your cheek.

“I-I haven’t.”

You’re being honest, or so you believe in your own perspective. But Jisung has noticed how short your fuse has been ever since you’d started working from home. So, in Jisung nature, he retaliates in the only way he knows how; to be as big of an instigator as humanly possible. Anything he could do to push your buttons, he will do. That’s always been his way of getting back at you for your bad attitude. Unfortunately, you just kept on like normal, thinking it’s nothing but all the time you’ve spent together. Man, are you dead wrong.

“I don’t think so,” he pinches your nipple harder this time. Instinctively, your back arches in pleasure in reaction to his tough, flinching, and then relaxing as he soothes the area afterward.

“You don’t?”

“Nope,” he confirms, quickly grabbing you by the waist to flip you over. It catches you off guard, losing your breath in the heat of the moment as your back meets the mattress. Your eyes meet his as he hovers above you, and it doesn’t take very long for you to notice the dark and lustful look that’s taken over.

In an instant your lips chase after his, begging for more contact as desire fills your veins. His lips meet yours in a heated kiss; his tongue quickly darts out to tease the entrance of your mouth. But just this isn't enough for you, you want more – need more. It's hard to ignore the arousal soaking through your underwear, all you want is to satisfy your needs. No matter what you have to do to make things up to him.

Swiftly, his hands loop under the sides of your panties, ripping them off of your body by tearing them straight down the middle and tossing them across the bedroom. Your immediate reaction is to scold him for ruining a completely good pair of underwear – but once you see the dark look in his eyes you know that's no longer a good idea.

When his fingers reach for your cunt a smug smile spreads across his face. He’s pleased with how aroused you are already, just from him teasing your nipples for a few short minutes. “You wanna make it up to me?” His eyebrow quirks pompously following his question.

“H-how?”

Slowly, Jisung shifts up on the bed, propping himself up against the headboard to sit upright. You give him a confused look before he responds by patting his thigh, telling you to hop on.

Eyes widening in response to his action you instinctively shuffle towards him on the bed, bringing yourself up to your knees before staring directly at his hand over his thigh. You glace up at him once more, reassessing the situation to get another non-verbal confirmation of what exactly he wants.

With an encouraging nod of his head and lift to his brow, he’s motioning to his thigh again – except this time is different. His slender fingers grip around the fabric of his shorts, dragging them slowly upwards to expose the muscle underneath. Jisung’s hand remains on his leg, squeezing his muscular thigh to entice you as your mouth waters in amazement.

“I’m getting impatient,” his stern tone breaks you out of the trance you’re in. Shaking your head you return back to your current state, realizing how tight you’re squeezing your legs together right now.

Without making Jisung wait any longer, you scoot closer to him, slowly moving onto him by enclosing each of your legs on either side of his thigh. You sink down onto him gently, the feeling of his bare skin under you already sending another rush of arousal to your core.

Your eyes lock with his before you make any more movements, waiting for him to give you the cue to go, even though you have such a strong urge to start going. His pupils are blown out and dark, filled with desire as he admires your vulnerable state before him.

With one swift movement, his hands grip the sides of your waist, looking up into your eyes to watch your every reaction. You let him take control of you as he begins to guide your actions, shifting you forward ever so slightly on his muscular thigh. Instantly you shudder at the feeling; the sensation is foreign, unlike anything you’d done before. But you’re focused on obeying him – now that your head is buzzing with lust you’re too

“Like this,” he coaxes you as he sways your body back and forth a few times, hands still tight on your hips. The arousal pooling from your core makes it easy for you to glide back and forth on him. Your breath catches as your clit drifts over his muscular thigh, quickly stammering to hold yourself up by placing your hands on his shoulders.

“Feels good?”

An amused look is prevalent on Jisung’s face, eyes narrowed while a cocky grin lines his lips. You’re quick to respond with a nod, not trusting your voice as you’re still out of breath and shaky. Jisung takes this as an opportunity to ease up on the grip his hands have on you; he’s signaling for you to do it on your own now. For more support you move your hands to his chest, flattening your palms against him to give yourself an easier way to move.

Your legs buckle the second you begin grinding yourself on his thigh. A moan escapes your lips as your arousal coats his thigh, clenching tighter to get more friction to satisfy you. “Like this?” You’re able to choke out while your pace picks up. You’ve begun rocking forward slightly to give extra stimulation to your clit, pushing yourself closer to his chest each time. But with you shoving your chest so close to his face, he can’t help but reach out and knead them over your t-shirt.

Jisung’s hands quickly scramble to the bottom of the shirt, lifting it off your body in one swift motion. He’s careful not to disrupt you in the process. Once the garment is removed and flung somewhere to the side he reaches back out for you, his palms finding your bare breasts. He cups them gently, swirling his fingers so that his thumbs circles your nipples with every stroke.

Your head rolls back with the added pleasure, orgasm building faster with each rock of your hips. Goosebumps trail close behind as his hands travel down your body, finally settling on your hips. Your eyes screw shut in bliss as he flexes his thigh, the ridges formed by his muscles adding the needed friction under you.

The surface of his thigh becomes even more slippery as you continue to ride him – it’s your essence that's covering every inch. The slick surface makes it easier for you to move against him; pleasure overtaking your senses as you grind harder into his tensed muscles.

“Doing so well for me Angel,” his voice is raspy, yet comforting. His praise has you keening into him, only wanting to move faster to hear him compliment you more. As you open your mouth to speak a desperate whine escapes. It’s not what you intended to do but Jisung is still satisfied, smirking at your needy squeal as you get yourself off on his leg.

Your eyes slam shut as you try to focus on your movements. The growing ache in your knees is slowly beginning to tire you out, but you can’t stop now. You’re so close.

“I’m so tired,” you whine, frustration laced through each word you exhale deeply. Your movements begin to slow in fatigue; It feels like you’ve been at this forever. Whatever you’re doing just isn’t enough to reach your peak.

Hot tears prick in the corners of your eyes as you feel your high starting to slip away. You’ve already worked hard enough, building up a sweat and painful throb in your core begging for release. But Jisung can see the agony written all over your face, and he knows you well enough by now to leave you to suffer alone.

“Hey it’s okay, just a little longer baby,” he comforts you as grip on your waist tightens once again, “you’re doing so good.” Following his praise he begins to guide your movements once again, rocking you back and forth on his leg with the strength of his arms. Relief sets in as Jisung takes control, finally easing up your stress and allowing yourself to focus on your high.

He coerces your body over his toned muscles, your clit catching on every crease with each glide of your hips. And if his help wasn't enough, his body soon begins to lean forwards, pulling you towards him as his lips catch you in a heated kiss.

A steep groan leaves your lips as his teeth catch your bottom lip between them. Soon his lips are leaving yours, trailing kisses across your cheek and down your neck. You know where he’s heading – the extra sensitive spot just above your collarbone he knows all too well.

Jisung’s lips attach to your skin, sucking harshly on the area before stroking his tongue over the sensitive skin. The familiar band in your stomach is tightening once again, begging to snap with just a little more stimulation. It’s hard to catch your breath now; the overstimulation from the rock of your hips and his mouth sucking dark marks onto your neck is enough to send you over the edge.

Your body collapses as a sharp moan leaves your throat. Bliss overtakes you as your body falls into Jisung, his arms wrapping around you to hold you close. Your orgasm overtakes all of your senses as you impulsively shake with each spasm of your wall. Luckily Jisung is there to aid you through your high. His toned arms hold your tired body while you recover, peppering gentle kisses along your cheek while whispering praises in your ear.

As your shaking begins to subside Jisung helps you maneuver off of his leg. He’s gentle to lay you down beside him – moving the pillow so it supports your head just right. You’re in bliss as his arms cradle your exhausted body, feeling like you could fall asleep right here. The subtle sounds of his breath comfort you, closing your eyes as you relax back into his arms.

Maybe you’ll think twice before giving him an attitude again.

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sp00kyjellybeans · 4 years ago

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Constant Pining [Mickey Altieri x reader]

A/N: part two because i think the last one deserves a follow up :> For this one, I decided to play with the fact that Mickey is a film student, so I kind of figured he would use it to his advantage. btw tho this feels super choppy and cheesy in the bad way so idk how to feel ab it:’) pls lmk what you guys think bc i might rewrite it and cut half of this out

Word Count: 3,425

Warnings: None, this is like... super fluffy

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It had been two weeks since the party and it was driving Mickey insane. He wasn’t sure what was worse. The fact that life carried on as usual or the fact that you were completely unfazed. He would have preferred if you were all over him or, hell, if you were avoiding him.

Because then he would know how you feel.

But he didn’t. The poor guy hadn’t the slightest clue. Life went on nonetheless. Some days he was able to sit next to you in Psychology (if Halley didn’t try kicking him out of her seat) and the two of you were normal during friend settings. But you never showed up to another party.

Mickey gnawed at his pencil. It was whittled down to practically nothing. He was supposed to be focused on a project that he and Randy were assigned in Film Theory but instead... You were on his mind.

“Can you stop eating that pencil and quit thinking about (Y/n)!” Randy threw a small notebook at Mickey’s head. Mickey snapped out of his daze and easily dodged it. “We need to work on this shit together. I don’t need (Y/n) clouding my camera man’s mind.”

“I’m not even-”

“Save it. You’ve been making the same face for two weeks straight now. It’s the (Y/n)-face. Sid and I coined it.”

Mickey muttered a curse word under his breath and reached for the notebook that was thrown at him. It was Randy’s film book. He flipped through some pages. It was filled with notes for class and film-analysis. Half of the analyses weren’t even assigned for class.

“What are we doing for this again?” Mickey rolled his eyes and threw the notebook onto a table. He propped up his feet and leaned back in his chair.

The two boys were in a conference room of the film school. A chalkboard had been dirtied with Randy’s ideas for their film project while Mickey was mentally vacant for the time being. The project was to make a movie, each group was assigned a different genre. They were content with being partners, seeing as Randy had the ideas and Mickey had a knack for cinematography.

“We were assigned to do a documentary.”

“Fucking lame... Everyone else got cool shit. I heard Terry Pusher was assigned fantasy... Fucking fantasy.”

“I know, hell I’d take a love story over this shit,” Randy threw the piece of chalk at the board.

Mickey paused and sat up. His expression was twisted as if he were onto something.

“Wait... say that again...”

“I’d take a love story over this shit?” Randy tilted his head.

Mickey stood to his feet and pointed at his geeky friend, an excited expression was evident.

“Exactly.”

The sea of students stormed past you. Your final class of the day ended early so you were more than eager to get back to your dorm. Your roommate was gone for the weekend so hopefully some quiet would get your mind off of Mickey.

The events of the party had been bouncing around the walls of your mind ever since it happened. A part of you thanked Halley for stepping in when she did and a part of you cursed her for it.

You couldn’t fathom dating Mickey. It was unheard of. New. Exhilarating. He was probably one of the hottest guys on campus and he had his hands on your waist.

Sure, he was a total nerd when it came to movies, especially for Tarantino films, and you could listen to his rants for hours, but the thought of him wanting you made your heart skip a beat. If he reciprocated any sort of feelings you’d be sent into cardiac arrest. Did he like you? Was that even possible?

He could have anyone at this school. He knew it, too. But it was possible he could choose you.

Before you were able to expand on that thought, a camera was shoved into your face.

“And here we have the wonderful, the amazing, the magnificently stunning (Y/n)!” Mickey’s voice imitated a sports announcer.

His sudden appearance was enough to make your cheeks go ablaze.

“What are you doing?” You winced and shielded your face.

Randy appeared behind Mickey, “Film project, you’re a part of it!”

“Puh-lease, if anything, they are the star of the film, Meeks!”

You continued to walk to your dorm in hopes of avoiding the nerds but in all honesty, you were smiling like an idiot.

“What’s it about?” You asked.

Mickey put the camera down for a second and eyed Randy. Luckily, he knew exactly what to say, or rather, what not to say.

“We’re making a documentary. We’re following around a few students, and you’re one of them. Will you watch it when it comes out?”

“Of course,” You grinned. “Just... don’t follow me everywhere with that thing.”

And follow you, they did.

The very next morning you opened your door to Mickey holding up the blocky piece of tech. He was grinning behind the lens, which forced you to do the same. But you made it a point to shove the camera away.

This went on for weeks. Mickey would ambush you with his camera everywhere. Meaning that you two were spending more time together. It didn’t matter if you were in the cafeteria or spending the night with your friends. He always managed to film little tidbits of you.

At first, you would push the camera away or hide your face behind a nearby pillow.

Then you and Mickey started to hang alone together more often. You found yourself seeking out time with him. Mickey walked you to classes (still filming you with the camera but you didn’t push it away anymore; you just ignored it), he visited you at work and stopped by your dorm frequently.

Eventually, he had the courage to trap you into a date.

“Why are you covering my face, Mickey? I know where the cafeteria is...” You groaned, aimlessly walking forward.

“That’s not where we’re eating today.”

“You had no reason to make that sound threatening, Micks... You suck at surprises.”

“Yeah, yeah, you can open your eyes now.”

You opened your eyes to a sprawled out assortment of food on a picnic blanket.

It was a typical picnic blanket sat under one of the largest trees on campus. It was wide and comfortable. Mickey thought to bring plenty of drinks too. The look on your face filled him with glee as you studied the setting in front of you.

Just last week both of you were talking about your favorite underrated scenes in a romance movie. His answer was the kissing scene in Titanic, but you argued that wasn’t underrated. Your answer was the picnic scene in Armageddon.

Mickey managed to make it come true. If it were sunset, it would have hit the nail on the head.

“Oh my...”

“Do you like it?” Mickey jumped into your line of vision, he looked hopeful. “You said you’ve never been to a picnic before when you mentioned Armageddon and... well that’s just a part of the American dream so I figured- ‘Hey, they shouldn’t miss out on something so fun and peaceful’ so... I made it happen.”

Mickey’s rambling had you smiling wide. Underneath that smooth exterior, he was a nervous wreck around you.

“Thanks, Micks...”

The food was delicious. You guys talked amongst the meal and the conversation never stopped. Hours passed but you guys continued to laugh and talk. You were having the time of your life. Mickey brought your favorite fruits and snacks, but best of all, animal crackers. You held up the bag excitedly.

“Like from the movie!” You cheered.

Mickey leaned forward to grab a cracker but you leaned back, smiling mischievously. You loved teasing him.

He furrowed his eyebrows and went to grab again but you leaned back even further. Mickey paused, chuckling, and you thought you won. You reached your hand in to grab a cracker yourself and instead, you felt his body collide into yours.

You yelped in surprise and fell on your back. The Animal Crackers flew across the blanket and Mickey groaned in defeat.

“Now look at what you did...” You laughed.

You guys were side-by-side laying on your backs, staring at each other. The blanket was soft. If you weren’t so giddy, you could have fallen asleep right there. Mickey’s body heat enhanced your comfort, the need to lean into him was excessive.

You giggled at the man, biting the nail on your index finger. Mickey stared back at you, he looked pleased.

“What?”

He shrugged and continued to stare. You faced your head forward to look up at the branches of a tree above you.

The shade kept you both cool from the sun. Rays of sunshine illuminated your skin, the eccentric shadow of leaves were printed on your face. A breeze flew by, causing your baby hairs to wave in the wind. Mickey couldn’t pull his eyes away.

“Baby-” You said, snapping him out of his trance- “Do you think it’s possible that anyone else in the world is doing this very same thing at this very same moment?”

You slowly turned your eyes back to Mickey, hoping he’d catch on. His toothy grin spread across his cheeks. He thought back to the movie line, hoping to get it right.

“I hope so...” He mumbled but you heard it perfectly. “Otherwise... What the hell are we trying to save?”

His face was an inch away from yours. You could feel his breath hitting your face. It was sweet. It smelled of the strawberries you shared moments before.

A few strands of his hair hung in front of his eyes, separate from the rest of his slicked-back locks. His large brown eyes were looking at you sincerely. They were inviting you in. Mickey’s lips twitched upward as if he were tempted to make a move.

But he didn’t.

You wanted to reach toward his face and pull him closer. You wanted to feel his lips meld into yours, allow the moment to overtake you. You wanted to feel his unshaven face press against yours and tickle your cheeks. You wanted to feel his hand wrap around your own. You wanted to feel him, to touch him.

But you didn’t.

Two weeks later Randy and Mickey announced their documentary was done. The finished product was ready to be viewed. You were invited to come to see it.

During those two weeks, you spent time wondering how you could finally make a move. You were sick of this. You wanted this to end and to have a new beginning. You were sure that Mickey had feelings for you. It had to be true. You needed a leap of faith.

On the other hand, Mickey spent the same amount of time wondering where he was going wrong. Why couldn’t he pluck up the courage to kiss you? Making the first move always worked well for him. Why couldn’t he do it now? More than anything, he hoped that perhaps this documentary will give you an idea of his feelings. It had to.

So here you were, nervously fiddling with a blocky device in your jacket pocket, avoiding the eyes of Mickey, who sat on a stool in front of Sidney’s TV. She opted that they show their documentary in her and Halley’s room of their sorority house. Surprisingly, they were the only ones with a good enough TV.

Mickey couldn’t pull his eyes off of you. It became a nervous habit. He wanted to know what you were thinking almost 24/7, he was beyond pissed that he wasn’t a telepath.

“Alright alright alright...” Randy strolled up to the screen. “Is everyone here? Does everyone have their snacks and their drinks? You all need to enjoy this to the fullest extent so snacks are a must.”

Everyone glanced at one another, drink and popcorn in hand. You glanced back to see Sidney all over her boyfriend Derek on the couch. You gave a half-grin, wishing that could be you and Mickey. Halley sat on the opposite end of the couch, happily munching on popcorn.

“Well... without further ado-” Mickey began.

“Wait isn’t this a documentary? This better not be boring as hell...” Halley lifted her hand and we all nodded in agreement.

“Trust me, guys, this is good stuff. Probably our best yet,” Randy reassured us. “I’m going to play it now...”

We fell silent as Randy placed a tape inside of the VHS. He then turned out the lights as the intro began. Randy’s voice came through the TV.

“Love...” Tidbits of students on campus flashed across the screen. “What is love? ...And no, I don’t mean The Haddaway song.”

A few chuckles sounded around the room. Mickey held his glance on you still.

“Falling in love is one of the most complex things a human can do... The psychology is even more complex. Certain chemicals are released that explain those butterflies in your stomach or why you get sweaty palms around your crush. Well, many scientists believe that humans are wired to fall in love...” Randy’s voice faded along with the screen.

The sound of talking college students came through and the camera was poised onto Derek in the cafeteria.

“What do you love about Sid, Derek?” Mickey said through the TV.

The camera was far too close to Derek’s face, who looked insanely annoyed.

“Bug off-”

“Just answer the question.”

Derek thought for a moment, then smiled, “Her smile and eyes. I can’t choose one. They just... go hand in hand. They’re gentle, kind, sweet... Like her.”

A chorus of ooh’s and aw’s rang throughout the room and we threw popcorn kernels at Derek. Both he and Sidney were blushing profusely.

The next clip was of Halley walking on the sidewalk. You could hear Mickey again.

“Ms. Halley, please explain to us what you are doing right now.”

“I am going on a date, which I do not need you two dorks coming with me-” Halley shoved the camera away and the camera didn’t see her again.

There were a few more scenes like this, the guys asking random couples on campus what they love about one another.

You were never asked anything while you were filmed, so you were confused, to say that the least. What was your role during this?

At times, you would lock eyes with Mickey. He looked frazzled but stared at you all the same.

Randy posed another question to each of the couples, “How long does it take for someone to fall in love?” The screen was black as you heard the answers,

“Weeks-”

“Months, maybe six?”

“Years,” Someone said.

And you appeared on the TV.

It was when Mickey first filmed you. There was more than one clip of you, too, each a few seconds long. The first five contained you shying away from the camera but after that, you could see yourself growing more comfortable around him. You were never looking at the lens but always at the cameraman.

The screen went black once more and another question was asked, “What’s your ideal love story?”

“Something like a Nicholas Sparks book. Tragic... yet romantic.”

“If we hated each other at first, but then we learned to love. The buildup is fantastic.”

“Childhood friends turned to lovers. Something about that constant pining has me reeling...”

You snapped your eyes towards Mickey. You couldn’t read the expression on his face. You looked back at the screen to see yourself once more.

“Micks... come on and watch this movie-” You were sat on a couch with a bowl of popcorn. You shoved a handful into your mouth when suddenly you noticed the camera sitting in front of you, “You left your camera in here! ...Hey- are you filming me?” You lifted the device to your face and stuck out your tongue.

You could hear Mickey chuckle in the background.

Another clip played of Mickey and you sitting on the floor. It was a different day, you guys were laughing hysterically over something. You’ve never seen Mickey so happy.

More and more clips of questions and answers paired with you played. It was matched together perfectly. Realization dawned on you. Was this a confession from Mickey?

Mickey’s sweet voice played once more. But this wasn’t for any of the couples. He was sat on the couch, asking you.

“Think about a cheesy but underrated romance, okay? What is your favorite romantic scene from that movie?”

You were only a few inches away from him, head rested on your hand on the backboard of his bed.

“I’ll go first, I think the kiss during Titanic is spectacular.”

“It’s good but it’s not underrated Micks.”

“Alright, then what’s your choice?”

“...Armageddon. The picnic scene. I’ve never been on a picnic so something like that just seems so... tranquil.”

“You’ve never been to a picnic?”

“Yep... is that weird?”

“Completely and utterly, (Y/n).”

You laughed loudly in the documentary. The next scene was of Mickey setting the camera up someplace. He looked nervous. When he stepped away from the camera, it was a perfect angle to film the picnic he set up for you.

You knew the rest. The next couple of minutes showed your guys’ picnic together. Including the movie quote.

The end of the film was nearing, and Mickey’s anxiety was through the roof. It was far from romantic but once his project stopped playing he was going to confess to you. He was going to confess in front of all of his friends, for you. Just a few minutes left and he was going to do it.

And then you left.

Mickey finished the quote from the movie and you left instantly. Mickey’s jaw dropped as he stared at his friends. They looked equally confused.

“Go after them, dude!” Randy yelled.

It took a while but eventually, Mickey found you. You were on the porch of the sorority house, leaning against the railing and staring at the sunset. There was a cool breeze and parts of your hair waved in the wind. You had your arms wrapped around your body, pulling your jacket close. Mickey could see the orange glow illuminating your face when he joined your side.

“Are you okay?”

You didn’t look at him. His heart dropped. He messed up.

“Listen, I didn’t mean to-”

You shushed him. He fell silent.

“Come here... close your eyes... Step up... No peeking”

“I’m not...”

You pulled on his arm and forced him to stand behind you. You guided him to stand on the lower bar of the railing with you, his body nearly wrapped around yours. He stumbled a bit but he followed your movement blindly. The lack of distance between you two had him trembling.

“Just a sec...” You whispered and pulled a walkman out of your pocket. “I wanted to get this right...” You said and pressed play.

The instrumental of My Heart Will Go On began to play and Mickey barked out a laugh.

“What in the world-”

“Put your hands on my waist, Micks,” You grabbed his hands. “You can open your eyes now.”

Just like the movie, Mickey thought.

“I realize we can just see more of the campus... not the ocean,” Your words were gentle. They came out like honey. “But I wanted you to see... how you make me feel like I can fly.”

Mickey stared at your adoringly. Your scent filled his nostrils and he wanted nothing more than to stay like this forever. His hands ventured from your waist to lift them, like in the movie. Mickey leaned forward and whispered, “Come Josephine my flying machine going up she goes...” His hot breath tickled your ear and you could feel as he intertwined his hand with yours. “Going up...”

You turned to stare at him just as the music of your cassette player swelled. You hesitantly reached his face, and Mickey leaned in instinctively. Your hand comfortably rested on the back of his neck as his lips gently pressed against yours.

They were hesitant, hot, gentle, almost hungry. His skin was a burning touch. Your hand melded against his skin, touching the curve of his jaw. Mickey’s fingers danced around your body, wanting to explore every crevice for the first time. Mickey had been unknowingly craving the touch of your skin and lips for so long, it felt like euphoria took control of his body.

He poured himself into you. You were willing to drown in his touch.

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sparring-hyena · 3 years ago

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again and again.

i think this kinda counts as a groundhog day-esque AU with some quirky time travel mixed in for fun. is that even a thing? idk.

OR, time is complicated, and so is love. here’s a story about both.

“i will destroy you,” Poppy says, her tone razor-edged and precise. she feels a pulsing thing beneath her skin. something that warns her to tread carefully in a manner that’s much too pleased for the situation at hand.

“good luck with that,” AJ answers, her tone somehow daring to be amused.

and then a beat. a moment that exists only between the two of them. it rings loud in Poppy’s mind. thrums along in time with that pulsing thing beneath her skin. it’s warning her about something. telling her to make the right choice, as though it’ll be forced to do something if she doesn’t do this right.

pshhh. ridiculous.

“i hate you.”

and that’s the last thing she says before the pulsing thing expands and consumes her whole. it drags her away from the fountain and AJ and that clear night in May, and drops her in bed just as her alarm to wake up goes off.

Poppy sits up in bed, her hair a tussled mess, and watches as her phone buzzes and plays that horrible alarm tune on the nightstand.

strange, she thinks, reaching out to silence the damn thing. she checks the date, which is right, but the time is, decidedly, wrong. it was well after ten at night the last she checked, only now her phone is telling her it’s nine o’clock in the morning. she pads to the windows and peers outside, and sure enough, the sun is in the sky. it’s morning.

a dream then, right? it must’ve been. her loss and meltdown and run-in with AJ at the fountain, it was a dream and now she’s awake. good, she didn’t really lose to AJ-fucking-Hughes.

she showers and dresses and heads downstairs in search of something quick to eat. Veronica is in the kitchen, scrolling through her phone as she waits for her coffee to brew. she looks up and nods in greeting, and Poppy’s suddenly hit with a very strange sense of déjà vu.

“you ready for tonight?” Veronica asks, head still buried in her phone.

Poppy hums and then, unsure of why, she says, “i had the strangest dream.” the pulsing thing returns. a warning. a caution. a very much not-exclusive-to-dreams thing.

be careful, it sing-songs.

“oh yeah.” Veronica looks up, suddenly curious.

“yeah, it was…” she’s actually not quite sure of what to make of it. of what hidden insecurity it sheds light onto. maybe she shouldn’t say anything then. best to keep her cards close to her chest—they are competing against each other after all. “nothing. it’s nothing. never mind.”

Veronica shrugs and returns to her phone.

her day carries on as it usually would and before she knows it, she’s stepping onto the red carpet for the awards show. cameras flash and she smiles as she presses through, as though feeding off the attention.

and then the end of the night comes and— AJ wins. AJ wins. AJ-fucking-Hughes. Poppy’s shouting and cursing before she can stop herself. she’s peripherally aware of her parents calling out to her, begging her to stop, but that pulsing thing beneath her skin hums with energy. it tells her this is right. that this is how it needs to be. so she doesn’t stop.

she doesn’t stop until she’s out of breath and finally realises what she’s done. and then she slips outside and tries to disappear for a moment at the fountain.

she takes deep breaths, paces back-and-forth, and tries to figure out where it all went so wrong. and how— she’s back at the fountain. the same fountain she was at in her dream. how the fuck?

second time’s the charm, right?

and— what? second time?

yes, do try and keep up.

“fuck you,” she thinks, she says, speaking aloud into the world.

“you say the sweetest things to me,” a voice, it’s AJ’s voice.

Poppy spins around, absolutely fuming, and with déjà vu sitting heavy in her mind. this is just like her dream. how the fuck can this be just like her dream?

the pulsing amps up, thrumming along her veins. this is it, it says, excited and breath held in quiet anticipation.

it? what the fuck does that mean?

there’s a moment where it looks like AJ is about to extend an olive branch. where she offers one of those small and hesitant smiles that asks for a do-over. but Poppy’s learnt her lesson. she knows that branches almost always have thorns. so instead of accepting AJ’s hand, she slaps it away and says something cruel. something prickly and sharp that slices at skin and won’t ever really heal.

“i hate you,” she spits, just like in her goddamn dream.

the pulsing thing doesn’t like that. it tells her no, you’ve done it wrong again, and then rips her away and throws her back into bed as her alarm to wake up goes off.

she sits up in bed and is more pissed than anything else. her alarm is still ringing and vibrating like everything’s okay—everything is not okay. because she’s in her bed again and her alarm is vibrating and it’s somehow morning again.

she gets out of bed and marches downstairs, more determined than ever to finally get some answers.

she finds Veronica in the kitchen, just like in her dreams that didn’t at all feel like dreams.

“you ready for—”

“what the fuck is happening right now?”

Veronica blinks. takes a second to properly wake up. “uh, what?”

“this.” she gestures widely to everything and that little pulsing thing warns her again. “what the fuck is this? what is happening?”

“are you high?”

“what? no, i’m not high. i just want an answer. why have i already lived through this morning twice?”

and she never does get an answer because the pulsing thing yanks her back and drops her bed just as her alarm is going off. again.

Poppy screams into her pillow and the pulsing thing says sorry, but you broke a rule, i had to pull you back.

and suddenly Poppy’s demanding answers from this stupid pulsing thing, but it remains silent.

so she pulls herself out of bed and tries again.

attempt number four goes wrong around noon, and attempts five through nine are all spectacular disasters because Poppy decides that she just does not give a fuck.

if some cruel force of the universe wants to lock her in this never ending purgatory, then so be it. she’s done enough shitty things in life and probably deserves it.

attempt number ten goes better. it still goes wrong because she got into a fight with AJ and apparently that’s not how it’s supposed to go, but she overhears a conversation between Chloe and Veronica and realises just how horrible she’s been to them.

she stays in bed for the entirety of attempt number eleven.

the pulsing thing begs her to get up, says please, i only want to help. but Poppy doesn’t buy it. who would want to help her?

the pulsing thing goes quiet and gently pulls her back until it’s 9 o’clock in the morning and her alarm is going off again.

c’mon, one more time. please? the pulsing thing asks as soon as attempt number twelve starts.

Poppy sighs but gets out of bed anyway. she can do this one more time. she finds Veronica in the kitchen just like the last eleven times and feels strangely compelled to say something new.

“i wasn’t a very good friend, was i?”

Veronica looks up from her phone, wary but curious.

the pulsing thing says no, not yet. but Poppy ignores it and pushes on. and as soon as she gets to the end of her apology, the pulsing thing pulls her away and drops her back in bed just as the alarm is going off.

not yet, it says.

“then when?” Poppy shouts at the top of her lungs. “when do you want me to start being better?”

she gets no response from the pulsing thing, but Chloe does knock on her door and ask if everything’s okay. she snaps at Chloe, tells her to go away, even though she knows she shouldn’t and wishes she didn’t.

she decides then that she’s done playing this stupid game.

she shaves her head during one version of the day and streaks across campus in another version because fuck it, no one will remember.

it’s during attempt twenty-one that she accidentally bumps into AJ on some quiet part of campus. they sit together and talk and the pulsing thing tells her to be careful.

“can i ask you a question?” AJ says.

“sure.”

“did i ever mean anything to you?”

“yes—”

the pulsing thing tells her to stop.

“—i think i was scared because i knew i could lo—”

the pulsing thing rips her away.

Poppy can feel it in her bones that this is it. attempt twenty-two will be the one to break this cycle.

she plays through the day as she usually would, making only small changes that she knows are the right thing to do. then comes time for the award show and it’s just before the winner is announced that the pulsing asks if she knows what has to be done.

yes, she does know.

AJ wins and Poppy’s strangely okay with that, but the pulsing thing tells her now, go, you have to do it. so she does. she shouts and she curses and is vaguely aware of her parents begging for her to stop.

she runs off outside and finds herself at the fountain again.

she doesn’t have to wait long until AJ sits down beside her and Poppy looks up at her and smiles, waiting for AJ to accept the olive branch she’s extending.

“i’m glad you won,” Poppy breathes, almost like a sigh of relief.

and she feels something in the air shift then. it’s small, barely noticeable. but she knows that something is different in the way that sometimes you just know something even if knowing it has no rhyme or reason.

“really?”

Poppy hums. “you deserve it.”

the pulsing thing says i’m proud of you.

and Poppy wonders if she’ll be okay without the constant nagging, because this is the furthest she’s ever made it before and she has no idea what comes next.

that’s the point.

what if i screw up.

then you fix it.

what if i can’t.

you can.

“you alright?” AJ asks, breaking Poppy’s trance. “you just kinda zoned out for a sec.”

Poppy smiles and finds AJ’s hand with her own. “i’ve never been better.”

time is linear, Poppy firmly believes. like dominoes in a line, stacked neatly in formation, and all tumbling one right after another when nudged.

time does not repeat. it does not offer do-overs. except maybe when it does. which might be complete bullshit, Poppy thinks. but years—decades even—after that day she lived through twenty-two times, she’ll listen as AJ recites some corny pickup line in their kitchen.

“i can’t believe i married you,” Poppy will say with a smile.

“tragic, isn’t it?”

“couldn’t agree more.”

“good.”

and then AJ will swoop in and plant a kiss on Poppy’s lips. and it will be in moments like those that the pulsing thing will hum and ask aren’t you glad you finally listened to me?

and yeah, maybe she is.

#my writing #poppy x mc #poppy min-sinclair #queen b #playchoices #a funky little story about love and time travel #does that even make sense?#i sure hope it does

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rosesootgold · 4 years ago

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Taken Away// Quackity

Paring: Quackity x reader

Genre: angst

Requested by idk: angst where Dream brainwashes the Reader and joins Dream and when Dream leaves after threatening L'Manberg, Q and Y/N are away from everyone, just staring, until Dream eventually drags/takes reader back with him?

Warnings: MENTION OF MANIPULATION, MENTION OF KIDNAPPING

DAY 5: FRIDAY

The war was raging on. You were right by your boyfriend’s side, laughing at his antics, and protecting him from danger. The explosions were coming from everywhere, sometimes leading you away from Quackity, but you were right next to him in an instant.

“[NAME]! I NEED HELP HERE!” Someone yelled.

You stopped to look at Quackity, checking to see if you have the approval. Nodding, he kissed you as you ran towards the danger.

As you went to the place you heard the call for help, you felt someone cover your mouth. You bit and fought but they didn’t let go. After a few seconds, they hit you upside the head, rendering you unconscious.

“I don’t like this, Dream. Quackity will kill us.” You heard someone say as you woke up, feeling drugged.

“Who cares. They are good at PVP, they’ll help us.” Dream snickered, holding a bottle.

“W-what are you doing?” You said, trying to gather your surroundings.

“Well you see, we’re going to give you a new perspective, okay?” The potion swished as Punz crossed his arms, not wanting to be here.

He didn’t want to kidnap you, but the money made him do it. You knew he never would have done it out of his own will.

“Dream..please..don’t do this.” You tried to move, but you were tied.

“Of course I have to do this, and you’re perfect.” He smirked walking closer to you.

“NO, NO PLEASE! PUNZ HELP, PLEASE.” You yelled as Dream grabbed your chin, forcing you to take the potion.

“That’ll shut them up.” Dream walked back, throwing the bottle away. “That’s all for today, Punz.” He waved Punz off.

“When would the potion take effect?” Punz asked, seeing you passed out.

“In a few hours, now please leave I need to finish some things.” Dream walked away, and Punz looked at you, hating what he did.

Quackity walked around the war zone, looking for any hint of you. Once you ran that way, you weren’t found, but Quackity knew you were going to be okay, so he let you be.

Now, as the battle ended, you were nowhere to be found, and he was going to find you. He looked for you for hours, trying to see any glimpse of the person he loves.

“QUACKITY, HEY!” Quackity heard as he turned to see who yelled.

“What’s up, Punz?” He looked back, trying to scan the field for the thousandth time.

“It’s [name]..” Punz trailed off, trying to hide his sadness.

“You found them?” Quackity looked at him, calming down.

“No, actually..but I know where they are at.” Punz looked at the ground, trying not to see his face.

“Where are they?”

“Dream had me kidnap them, and he is going to brainwash them.”

“WHAT?” Quackity went up to Punz, grabbing him by the shoulders, anger rising by the second.

“I’m sorry, here’s the place.” Punz handed Quackity a compass, knocking his arms off of his shoulder and walking away.

Quackity stared at the compass, knowing this was the only thing connecting him to you. Gritting his teeth, he walked towards his house, planning to take you back.

The next day, Quackity walked up to the battlefield, knowing this battle was coming to an end. Walking with Wilbur and Fundy, you all meet with Dream, to offer peace.

He was shocked as you stood next to his side, sword in hand.

“[Name]?” Quackity said as he walked closer.

You ignored him, only to stand firm next to Dream’s side,

Wilbur looked sad, but he let it go, talking to Dream about a peace treaty. After a bit, Dream became angry, hating the treaty.

“I DONT CARE, I WANT TO SEE WHITE FLAGS, WHITE FLAGS BY DAWN.” He yelled, walking away.

Quackity ran up to you, caressing your face. “[Name], please!”

You felt your body move by itself, but at that moment, you broke the trance, seeing your lover right in front of you.

“[NAME]?” Dream said, walking back up to you and grabbing your arm.

“NO, NO WAIT, PLEASE NO!” You yelled trying to grab hold of Quackity.

“DREAM GET AWAY FROM THEM!” Quackity tried grabbing you, but to no avail. You were gone, and he couldn’t do anything.

#quackity x reader #quackity x you #quackity imagines #mcyt x reader #mcyt x you #mcyt imagine #mcyt x y/n

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wrenhyperfixates · 4 years ago

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Opening Night

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: When Loki scores the lead in a production of West Side Story, the two of you become fast friends. You help convince him to face his fears and invite the Avengers to see the show. Warnings: a bit of innuendo, fluffy, and extremely self-indulgent A/N: It isn’t necessary to know the plot of West Side Story to read this, but I still recommend you guys check it out. They made it into a movie that’s pretty much the same as the stage version. And if you’re interested in the songs I used in this, they’re here and here. Also, idk if this is common knowledge, but a stage manager is the person in charge of tech, set changes, and all that jazz. Theater has always been a huge part of my life, so I definitely wrote this with myself in mind but I hope you can all enjoy too!

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Disclaimer: Picture not mine.

He looked so beautiful up there on that stage, you thought. He almost didn’t get the part either; Auggie, the director, had been worried that putting the God of Mischief in the lead role would be bad for business. You’d fought for him, though, and you’d been right; tickets were nearly sold out once people found out an Avenger was performing. Besides that, Loki was extremely talented, and you were certain no one else could have carried the role quite so well as he had been. It was a definite plus that he had become a very close friend, too. And you maybe, just maybe, had a tiny crush on him.

“It’s getting late,” you said once he finished singing, applauding as you walked out of the wings. Everyone else had already gone home, so it was just you and Loki. He’d wanted to stay and practice a bit more, and as stage manager, you had to stay to lock the place up. “Are you ready to head out?”

He looked out at the empty seats in the audience of the community theater. You wondered why he hadn’t tried out for off-Broadway, or even Broadway itself; he was certainly talented enough. Somehow, he didn’t see it. You could still remember the look of excitement on his face when you officially met him for the first time. How he’d told you he hadn’t been expecting the lead role. It hadn’t been what he’d tried out for, after all. You assured him that in this production of West Side Story, it was a clear choice who should play Tony. Him. Your friendship moved rapidly after that.

“I do not know, darling,” he replied. “Opening night is this week, and I want to make sure I am as good as I can be. If you would like to lock up and leave, I can just teleport home.”

“No. If you’re staying, I’m staying.” He smiled as you put your bag down and sat on one of the wooden blocks you’d painted weeks before. “Don’t you think you should give your voice a break, though?”

“Ah you forget darling, I have the stamina of a god,” he replied with a wink. You averted your eyes, hating where your mind went after that statement. “Besides, I have been resting it at home.”

“Fine, but I swear if you lose your voice, I’m not helping you break the news to Auggie,” you giggled.

He chuckled, “Fair enough, darling.”

Convinced that he could handle it, you let him play the track and start singing. As he practiced his part from the Quintet, he walked over and knelt before you. You were certain the expression of complete adoration on his face was just good acting, but it still made your heart flutter. As the music crescendoed, he stood up and offered you his hand, taking you to center stage. He kept singing to you the whole time, his hand coming to caress your cheek as was dictated by his choreography. Again, you knew that’s all it was, but the butterflies in your stomach didn’t care.

As the song ended, he didn’t immediately move to turn off the music like he usually did. Instead, he stood where he was a minute more, one hand cupping your cheek, the other on your waist. A kiss most certainly wasn’t supposed to happen here, but you swore he started to lean in towards you. Afraid to break the spell, you didn’t say anything. When the next song started playing, he came out of whatever trance he was in and moved back, clearing his throat.

“Sorry,” he apologized, the faintest of blushes coloring his cheeks. “I just got lost in the song, I suppose.”

“Oh, uh, yeah,” you replied, rocking back and forth on your heels, disappointed. “It’s fine, I totally get it.”

After turning off all the lights, the two of you finally left, stopping for a coffee on the way home, as had become tradition. You laughed as he told you a story of his childhood on Asgard, animatedly waving his hand about. Waiting for a light at a crosswalk, your phone chimed, and you checked it.

“Shoot. I got to go, Loki,” you informed him. “The copy place finished with the playbills, and I should run to pick them up before it closes. I don’t wan’t to hold you up, though.”

“Nonsense,” he said, changing direction to walk back the way you’d came. “It would be my honor to accompany you.”

You made it just in time to pick up the box, which was heavy enough that you swallowed your pride and let Loki carry it. Since it was cheaper to just fold and staple the pages yourself, you had quite a bit of work ahead of you. Sure, you’d get the rest of the crew to help you tomorrow, but you wanted to get a jump start tonight. You told Loki as much when you’d started the trek back in the direction of your apartment, and his answer surprised you.

“Why not come to the Tower? I can help you put them together,” he offered.

“Oh,” you replied, the butterflies in your stomach returning. “I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“It would be no trouble to have you, darling. Really.” It was already dark out, making it hard to see, but you were pretty sure he was blushing again. “It is much closer than your home. Of course, there is no pressure to say yes.”

You shyly smiled at him. “Thank you, Loki. That’s very generous. I would love to come.”

The smile he gave you could have lit up the whole city, it was so bright. It was probably silly to be so happy that you could make his face light up like that, but you couldn’t help it. That was when you realized that your little crush had turned into something much, much more. You were falling in love with him. You were convinced it was unrequited though, so you wouldn’t say anything. You just hoped that you’d stay in touch once the show was done and rehearsals stopped.

Everyone knew of Avenger Tower, of course, but few had ever been inside. You marveled at the massive lobby as he led you to a private elevator that said “Avengers Only”. It made sense, you thought, that they should have their own if they lived here. And of course it was so high tech that it had to scan his eye to start working. He chuckled a little at the amazement on your face, thinking you looked absolutely adorable.

“Ok,” he whispered as you stepped out of the lift. “I am sure most of the team is asleep by now, so if we just slip past and-”

“Brother!” Thor boomed, cutting off Loki. “There you are! You’ve been gone all day- Oh. And who is this?” he asked, noticing you.

You introduced yourself, and Thor shook your hand with a firm grip. Even though you’d already known Loki for months now, you were still freaking out a little at meeting another Avenger. Really, how many civilians could say they knew not one, but two superheroes? You nearly lost it when Iron Man and Black Widow rounded the corner.

“Hey, Reindeer Games. You made a friend,” Mr. Stark said. Then he wiggled his eyebrows and added, “Or maybe something more.”

“Oh, shove off, Tony,” Nat said, flicking the side of his head. “You’re ridiculous.”

You introduced yourself to the newcomers, and they asked you to call them by their first names. The only other time you’d been this star struck was, unsurprisingly, when Loki had shown up at the audition. You looked over at Loki, who seemed rather uncomfortable. Though you wanted to chalk it up to him just being nervous his two worlds were colliding, you could tell there was something more to it. You worried for a second that he was embarrassed of you, but you didn’t really think it was that either, certain that notion was just your insecurity getting the better of you.

“Well, we should be going then,” Loki said, ready to retreat to his room.

“Oh, come on,” Tony replied. “That’s no fun. Why don’t you guys join us for a drink in the kitchen?”

You were tempted to say yes, but Loki shifted the box in his hands, reminding you of why you were there in the first place. Besides, if Loki wasn’t feeling up to it, you didn’t want to subject him to socializing. Not to mention an evening alone with him sounded absolutely magical.

“No, it’s fine,” you answered, and Loki sent you an appreciative smile. “We’ve got work to do, anyway.”

“Oh?” Thor questioned. “Does it happen to have something to do with the mystery box my brother is carrying?”

“Actually, yes,” you told him with a smile. “See, they’re playbills for-”

“For the show that they are a stage manager for,” Loki interjected, looking absolutely panicked. “That is all. No more questions needed.”

“Oh, that’s so exciting!” Nat smiled. “Are the tickets available yet? Can we come see it?”

“No, sorry, it is sold out,” Loki replied before you could, an expression of utter befuddlement on your face. “Maybe next time. Now, as we said, we have work to do. Alone.”

“Hey, it’s alright, Reindeer Games,” Tony said, winking, and ushered the others away. “I get what you’re saying. You two kids have fun now.”

Loki’s face was burning from embarrassment as he led you to his quarters. Your mouth dropped open at the sheer size of it. You guessed that after the lobby it shouldn’t have surprised you. Besides how vast it was, it somehow screamed Loki. The green furniture with black and gold accents. The numerous floor to ceiling bookshelves that didn’t have a single inch unoccupied. The carefully crafted decor, often featuring snakes subtly carved into it. And you were completely surrounded by his scent that you could never exactly figure out, but was very distinctly his.

You were brought back to reality by the light thud of the box on a table. As you walked toward him, Loki kept his eyes averted, focusing on taking the stacks of paper out. Standing beside him, you worked in silence for a few minutes until you couldn’t take it anymore, and finally had to ask what was on your mind.

“So, uh, what exactly was all that about?” you inquired.

“Oh, they are just very animated people,” he replied with a shrug. “And Stark is, well, Stark, so he has basically no filter. I am very sorry if they bothered you, darling.”

“That’s very sweet, Loki, but I didn’t mind it at all, actually,” you replied, folding the first playbill together. He snapped his fingers and a couple of staplers appeared on the table. “That’s not really what I was talking about, though.”

“Oh? Whatever did you mean then?”

“Please don’t play dumb,” you begged. The light clicks from the stapler filled the silence of the room as you waited for him to reply. When he didn’t say anything, you sighed. “I mean, why didn’t you say you had the lead in the show that these are for? In fact, why haven’t you told them about it already?”

He shrugged and made a noncommittal mumble, focusing on the repetitive task in hopes of distracting himself. You stopped working in favor of resting your hand atop his. It made Loki stop, too, and he finally looked you in the eye.

“Look,” you began. “You obviously don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to; I understand, and I’d never want to pressure you into something that would make you uncomfortable. But I know you bottle a lot of things up, and that’s not really healthy. So if you do want or need to talk... I don’t know, I guess I just want you to know that I’m here for you.”

Then you hugged him. The simple action seemed to startle him so much that you feared it was unwanted and you’d been too forward. But when he hugged you back, you could feel the gratitude in his embrace, easing your worries. It was like he was holding onto you for dear life. As if you you were a lifesaver, and he was adrift at sea. It was a tense sort of desperation leaving his body, you realized, as he sank against your touch. You gently rubbed his back as his head nuzzled into the crook of your neck. You’d always thought he might be touch starved, but now you could feel it in the way he practically molded his body against yours, obviously trying to make the most of the contact. You wondered if that may have something to do with why he kept West Side Story a secret. Maybe he’d been neglected too many times in his life, now thinking the things he does don’t matter to anyone.

“I suppose I am just scared, darling. Scared that they would not want to come, that they would make fun of me, that I would fail in front of them,” he sighed. “Perhaps it is silly. I am sorry.”

“Oh, Loki, there’s no need to apologize. I meant what I said, I’m here for you.” You didn’t think it was possible, but he held you even closer. “Everyone gets stage fright from time to time. And you’ve never even performed before. Whatever the reason, it’s still perfectly valid and understandable.”

“Thank you, darling,” he sniffled, and you realized he was crying.

Leading him over to the couch, you sat and continued to hold him. You whispered and cooed calming things in his ear. He tried to apologize for the tear stains marking your shirt, but you were having none of that. Everyone deserved a good crying session every once in a while, and you told him as much, encouraging him to let it out.

“Better?” you asked, wiping away the last few tears from his cheeks when he did finally calm down. There were some stray locks of hair sticking to his wet face, and you brushed them away, too.

“Mhm,” he nodded. He looked so fragile in this moment that you wished there was something more you could do to help him. “Thank you so much, darling. I think I needed that.”

You were worried that kissing the tip of his nose would be too intimate an action, but you couldn’t help yourself. You were very happy when he preened under the attention. “You’re very welcome, Loki.”

“I must ask, you are not going to tell them, are you? That I have the lead, I mean.”

“Well, no.” You ran your fingers through his hair as he sighed in relief. “But you should.”

“Do I have to?” he asked, giving you puppy dog eyes that made you chuckle a bit.

“I mean, it’s not required. I think you’d feel better if you did, though.”

“I suppose.”

“From what I can see, they love you, Loki,” you comforted him. “They’re your family, don’t you think?”

“How is it that you always know what to say?” he smiled up at you.

“I guess I’m just magic,” you laughed. He made to get up, but it seemed like it was a chore to tear himself away from you. You gently pulled him back down to you. “You don’t have to get up. You know, if you don’t want to.”

“I do not, but we hardly put any of the playbills together.” Even as he said that, he cuddled into your side. “I feel guilty taking up all our time.”

“Believe it or not, I’m perfectly happy to spend our time like this,” you reassured him, reaching for a blanket and covering your bodies with it. You’d been so concerned about Loki’s well-being that you hadn’t really contemplated the situation you were in. Now you couldn’t help but wonder if this snuggling was a normal thing for friends to do, or if it were a sign of something more. “I’d much rather help you through whatever’s on your mind than put together some playbills. There’s still plenty of time for that.”

“Thank you again, darling,” he hummed as both of you began to doze off, tired from a long day of run-throughs. As sleep claimed you, though you felt it must have been a dream, you swore you heard him whisper, “I love you.”

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The rest of the week leading up to opening night was so hectic, you barely even had a second to dwell on that night with Loki. It was probably better that way, for if you had thought too hard about that morning, waking up in each other's arms, you were certain your heart would burst from happiness. So, no, it was better that you were focusing on the show.

“Guess who, darling,” Loki whispered in your ear as you reviewed the script in the wings, making sure everything was set for top of show.

“Loki,” you smiled, spinning to face him and throwing your arm around his shoulders. One of his arms encircled your waste. When you stepped back, his other came around from behind his back to present you with a bouquet of flowers. “Thank you so much! I actually have something for you, too.”

You grabbed the arrangement that you’d bought and gave it to him. You nearly melted under his soft gaze as he expressed his thanks. His makeup was already done, accentuating his already striking beauty. A large part of you wanted to lean forward and kiss his plump, pink lips.

“I have some news,” he declared. “I have told my fellow Avengers about the show. Sort of.”

“Sort of?” you asked, cocking your head.

“Well, I left tickets and a note for them to come tonight.” He nervously shifted his weight. “They do not yet know that they will be watching me perform, though. It was too hard to tell them, so I figured why not show them?”

You beamed at him. “That’s wonderful! I’m so proud of you. You’re going to do amazing.”

There was a slight hesitation behind his eyes, as if he was contemplating something very carefully. “Darling, there is something I have to tell you.”

“Yes?”

Just as he opened his mouth to speak again, the director burst into the wings. “There you are, Loki. I’ve been looking all over for you. Mic checks in five,” he said.

“My apologies, Auggie,” he replied before turning to you and resting a hand on your arm. “We’ll talk later, ok? Have a good show.”

“Thanks. Break a leg,” you nodded as he left, agonized by not knowing what he was going to tell you. You noticed Auggie giving you a look. “What?”

“I swear, you two better kiss before this week is over,” he muttered, leaving the wings shaking his head.

The remainder of the day passed in a blur, and you could hardly believe that it was already time for the show. You’d peeked out before it started and noticed the Avengers sitting in the front row. Those tickets had been sold out for weeks, and you smiled, realizing that Loki had wanted to invite them all along. He just needed a little push to actually do it.

Before Loki walked out onto the stage, you gave his hand a little squeeze. Despite how nervous you knew he was, he gave his best performance yet. After his first song was done, you glanced out at the audience to see the Avengers already giving him a standing ovation. You could see in his eyes how taken aback he was. He waited around in the wings until your set change was done so you could share in his joy. He gave you a quick, tight hug, absolutely radiant.

The rest of the show went perfectly, and Loki stunned the audience every time he stepped on stage. You were beyond happy for him, especially when he received thundering applause during bows. He came and hugged you again as soon as you finished closing the curtain.

“Loki, you were amazing,” you told him.

“Thank you, darling. And your set changes were flawless,” he complimented you in return. “I cannot believe the first show is done already.”

The two of you talked for a minute more before he had to go change out of his costume. You looked out from the stage a little bit later to see the Avengers hugging him and giving him more flowers than you could count. Even from a distance, you could see happy tears welling in his eyes. It made you grin uncontrollably to see him happy like that.

Later that night, you’d told the rest of the cast and crew to go ahead to the diner to celebrate without you, that you’d catch up later. You wanted to stay behind and touch-up a set piece that some paint had slightly chipped off of. Suffice it to say, you were a little startled when a voice cut through what you had presumed to be an empty theater.

“Always you. Every thought I’ll ever know,” Loki began singing his part from Tonight, walking down the aisle towards the stage. “Everywhere I go, you’ll be. All the world is only you and me.”

You chuckled as he ascended the stairs and took your paintbrush from your hand, setting it down on the tarp. He skipped to his next part in the song and began twirling you around the stage. After hearing so many rehearsals, you knew the words by heart and joined in, singing the duet with him. When you reached the dialogue breaking up the song, you stopped dancing, both panting a little.

“Loki,” you laughed. “What are you still doing here? I thought you went to the diner with everyone else.”

“Yes, well, you were not going to be there yet, and I have not had the chance to tell you what I have wanted to all day.”

“Oh my goodness,” you gasped. “I nearly forgot about that in all the excitement of the day. But you have my full attention now. What’s up?”

“I love you,” he said plainly.

You weren’t convinced that this wasn’t a dream or a hallucination of some sorts. But no, he’d said it, clear as day. He loves you. Loki loves you. It was shocking, to say the least. Of course, it was completely welcome, though. In your surprise, you took long enough to formulate a response that his smile faltered a little. His worries were erased when you kissed him, however. The god responded immediately, kissing you back with just as much passion as you did him.

“I love you, too,” you told him just as simply as when he’d said it to you.

After finishing up in the theater, you exited the building. Once outside, Loki couldn’t resist kissing you again before meeting up with the rest of the company. And, being the fluffy sap he was, he absolutely had to tell you he loved you again, this time referencing the show.

“Te adoro,” he said.

You beamed at him again. “Te adoro, Loki.”

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Mr. & Mrs. Holland- (Mob! Tom Holland x Mob! Reader) part 1

summary: most powerful couple in the country but it’s not Tom you should be fearing.

w/c: 3,033

warning: fluff, kissing, angst? idk, y/n being a badass (yes... that should be a warning)

a/n: the prologue got the greatest feedback, thank you to everyone who read it. i’m so so thankful. since it did so good, here’s part 1!! happy reading everyone 🦋

The sun shined through the curtains, warming up the naked bodies that were tangled in the satin sheets. Tom’s eyes fluttered open, immediately turning his bed to see his wife laying on his chest. He smiled and pushed back a piece of hair that was hanging in front of her face. Waking up next to Y/n was his favorite feeling because to him, she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his life. He moved a bit to get out of bed making her stir. Her eyes opened softly to look at him and smile.

“Morning, love.” he said softly leaning in and giving her a peck.

“Good morning, honey.” she chuckled and bit her lip while smiling widely. Tom stood up from the bed, his butt bare making Y/n giggle. He turned around with a questionable look while she layed back down on her pillow.

“You have a nice butt.” she giggled making him roll his eyes and make his way towards their walk in closet.

“Where are you going?” she groaned, sitting up in bed with her back against the headboard.

“I have a meeting with the boys. Haz told me some things have been going missing on the ports.”

“What things?” she asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“That supply we were gonna send to Columbia last week.” He walked out butting up his shirt, then moving to his sleeves rolling them up.

“But… Tom, that was the biggest supply this month.. we were gonna get a fortune.” Y/n said sitting up straighter.

“Love, I know that. That’s why I need to find out what’s going on and who did this. I’m gonna be with the boys most of the day. I’ll see later.” Tom leaned down, gave his wife a long kiss and stepped out of the bedroom without uttering another word. Y/n started thinking about a possible plan that would help her husband and the whole company. She quickly got out of bed and went into the shower where her thoughts sort of became clearer. With a towel wrapped around her body she walked into her side of the closet.

“What the hell am i gonna wear?” she asked herself with her arms crossed over her chest. She scanned her color coded closet and finally chose a short black Prada dress. It was tight around her curves and it had a small slight on the side to show part of her thigh. Y/n put her hair up to show off her collarbone and the diamond earrings Tom had just bought her. She put on her favorite pair of heels and made her way towards the meeting room. Her heels clacked on the marble floors as she strutted to the testosterone filled room.

She pulled open the dark brown doors making every pair of eyes land on her. Of course, Y/n smirked and began to make her way to her husband, who was sitting at the end of the table with a whiskey in hand and his fingers rubbing his chin deep in thought. When she was half way there, she turned to the bartender.

“Martin? I'll have my usual.”

“Dry martini with two olives. Got it, boss.” he nodded and turned to start off her drink while she smiled, turning back to look at Tom. Finally, she stood next to him, making him look up at her. Tom looked back down and stared slowly at her thighs, her hips, the day the dress got extra tight at her waist, her breast that were shaped perfectly to him, her collarbone that he desired to kiss and bite at that very moment and last, but certainly not the least, her beautiful face that made him melt every single time he looked at it.

“Darling, what are you doing here?” He asked, smirking at his wife who was smiling widely.

“I thought I could give you some ideas, help you out a bit. What do you guys have so far? That’s if you do want my help, of course.” she said as she crossed her arms quickly looking to her right to see Martin with her drink in hand.

“Thanks, Martin.” she muttered and took a sip while looking back at Tom.

“I would love to hear what you have in mind. You know I always need your help, darling.” he smiled putting his hand on her thigh and moving it up and down making Y/n get goose bumps all over her body.

“I need to know what you guys have first.” she smirked and drank another sip from her strong beverage. Tom looked at her and chuckled, sitting straight.

“Okay, boys… let’s tell Mrs. Holland what we have, now.” he said, strongly making Y/n feel an undeniable tingly feeling on her covered core. The next 30 minutes were spent discussing the problems and the suspects. Of course, Harrison believed it was someone from the inside spilling out details on the supply’s destination. The only thing they seem to have left is a good hideout place to keep look out. Harrison brought over some files of properties close by to Y/n. She put her glass down and sat on the armrest of Tom’s chair making him put his hand on her hip.

“You’re planning on buying this?” she asked with a questionable look with her head turned to her husband.

“Yes, why? Do you not like it?”

“Is not that i don’t like it.. is that…. they’ll find you before you move in. You have to be somewhere that no one's gonna expect you to be in.” Y/n said while looking at the different properties in front of her. She took the last sip from her martini and stood up, still looking at the papers. She walked around the table in silence, every single man following her with their eyes.

“I hate this. This… this is… what the fuck are you thinking?” she exclaimed turning around to look at Tom who was looking at her with a straight face, waiting for her to explain herself.

“You wanna spy on someone who’s probably stealing your shit and you wanna buy a 3 million dollar mansion to do it?” she scoffed and shook her head in disbelief as her husband stood up from his chair and slowly started walking towards Y/n.

“You have to get a place that no one’s gonna expect. Get an abandoned apartment or something. Somewhere dirty and ugly.” Tom finally stood in front of her and grabbed her waist, pulling her towards him.

“I love the way you think, darling. I like your idea.” he whispered and leaned in to give her a peck.

“Of course you do, it’s the right one.” she said smiling which caused him to chuckle.

“We’ll go with that. Harrison, get everything ready.”

“If you want something done right, let a woman do it.” she said and grabbed his face to give him a quick kiss. She pulled away and started walking towards the door.

“I have to go, check on my employees. I’ll call you later, honey.” and with that she left the room leaving every man speechless. Y/n walked to the living room where her driver was playing cards with the maids of the house.

“Dylan, bring the car around.”

“Yes, ma’am.” she quickly turned around and walked back to her room to get her purse and of course, her small golden gun. She walked outside towards the car where Dylan was holding the door open.

“Where to, ma’am?” he asked before Y/n got into the car.

“You know that apartment building close to Le Royal?”

“Yes.”

“I need to go there, William is waiting for me.” the man nodded and she got into the car. The ride was silent but she was mostly talking to herself in her head. Thinking of what to say and what to do when she got there. The car came to a stop making her jolt out of her trance. The door opened showing Dylan with a small smile.

“We’re here, ma’am.” he extended his hand to help Y/n out of the car.

“Thanks, Dylan. Stay close, please.”

“Sure thing, ma’am. Good luck in there.” he said, closing the car door.

“Thank you.” she smiled putting on her Dior sunglasses and walking towards the door. Y/n walked inside and got to the elevator, going to the last floor. When the doors opened her right hand man, William was waiting for her with a bloody fist.

“Thanks for the help, William.”

“Anytime, ma’am.” he nodded and she made her way to the long hallway that led to a wooden door. She opened the door and was met with a man tied to a chair and another chair in front of him.

“I’m so sorry for the delay but i’m sure my right hand man kept you company. He’s a great conversation starter. I'm sure you guys had fun.” Y/n smiled sitting down on the chair and crossing her legs. The man lifted his head with his sweaty hair falling on his face and the blood coming from his lip, dripping down his chin.

“Yeah, fun.”

“Do you know who i am, John?”

“Yeah.” he scoffed.

“Okay, do you know what i’m gonna do to you?” the room filled with silence and Y/n chuckled at his nervousness.

“Of course you don’t. I’ll tell you anyway though.” she said, uncrossing her legs and standing up. Finally in front of the man, she placed her hands on the armrest of the chair leaning in front of him.

“You mess with my husband, you mess with me and our company. You're not gonna get out of this so easily.” she whispered in a low serious voice making the man’s breath shaky.

“I’m gonna bash your skull with a metal bat until it has a hole in it. You got that?” the man stayed quiet, scared for his life. Y/n stood back up and smiled.

“I’ll see you later, Johnny.” she said as she walked out of the room leaving the man screaming out her name over and over again. She walked down the familiar hallway again, getting into the elevator with William.

“Let’s go, Will.” the elevator door closed, it started moving and then it opened at the 1st floor. Y/n walked out first and then William behind, Dylan was already holding the door open which caused her to smile.

“Thank you, boys.” she said as she climbed into the back seat. When the door closed her phone ran, it was Tom.

“Hey, baby.”

“Hello, love. How’s everything going?”

“Everything went smoothly. How bout you? Is the plan in motion?”

“It is. Everything is being handled as we speak.”

“Great! I have to meet up with some business partners I wanna negotiate with so i’ll get you when i get out okay?”

“Alright, love. We’ll talk later. I love you.”

“I love you too, honey.” she smiled and then hung up as the car came to a stop in front of Le Royal. It was a very famous hotel that had it’s very own casino with the same name. Dylan helped her out of the car and she made her way to the entrance with William right behind her. Her heels clacked on the marble floors of the hotel lobby. Everyone stared at her in awe, only people in the business knew who she really was and what she did. They walked to the casino side of the lobby and went up a long glass staircase. It led them to big white doors that led to a small waiting room with the secretary typing quickly on her computer. Y/n walked towards her and stood in front of the counter, making the woman look up from her device.

“May i help you?” she asked in a bitchy tone which made Y/n go serious and angry.

“Yes, I have a meeting with Mr. Matthews.” she said coldly, giving the woman a killing look.

“Go ahead.”

“Thanks.” she spit out, turning and walking towards the office. Once at the door, she knocked and waited for the man to give her mention to enter.

“Come in!” screamed the man from inside alerting William to open to the door and letting Y/N walk in first.

“Y/n Holland, welcome! It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” the man smiled as he shook her hand and introduced himself to William after.

“It’s nice to meet you, Adam. Thank you so much for agreeing to speak with me. I’ve heard nothing but good things about your business.” she said as she sat down in front of his desk and crossed her legs.

“Same goes to you. You and your husband have left a really big impression on all of us.”

“Oh, well thank you.” she chuckled as he leaned on his elbows on his desk.

“So, what kind of business are we talking about?”

“Oh well. I came here to offer you a deal.”

“What kind of deal exactly?” he asked leaning back on his chair and crossing his legs.

“I wanna buy the hotel.” she said seriously, making him laugh dryly and shake his head.

“I’m not selling, Y/n.”

“You didn’t let me finish.” he stopped laughing and moved his hand signaling her to continue.

“I wanna buy so you can be in charge of everything while I'm gone. You’d report back to me or Tom. You’d get 25% of all income.” the room fell silent, Adam kept thinking about every single scenario of what would happen if he accepted.

“What would I be doing, Y/n?”

“We wanna use the casino for every exchange and to sell our little things that everyone seems to love. I assure you, Adam, you’re gonna get triple the clientele if they know what you’re gonna have.” he looked at her and scratched his eyebrow, standing up without another word. He made his way towards the glass windows, looking at the city below. Y/n played with her fingers, feeling nervous that maybe he didn’t want to go through with the deal. Even William knew she was nervous. After a few seconds, Adam turned around with his hands in his pockets, looked up and smiled.

“You have yourself a deal Mrs. Holland.” he said, extending his hand for her to shake. She stood up quickly and grabbed it, shaking it.

“Thank you so much, Adam. You won’t regret this.”

“It was a pleasure doing business with you, Y/n. Call me anytime to schedule the first special casino night.” he said putting his other hand over hers.

“Of course. I’ll call you tonight with my husband to schedule everything. Have a nice day, Mr. Matthews.” she smiled taking her hands out of his grasp and walking towards the door that William opened for her to walk out. They made their way downstairs to the lobby when Y/n came to an immediate stop.

“Is everything alright, ma’am?” William asked, standing in front of her.

“I don’t know if you know but I kind of have a sixth sense, Will. I don’t trust that man.” she said rummaging through her purse.

“What are you gonna do?”

“I need you to go to the main office of this building and plug this in into one of the computers.” Y/n whispered holding up a small pendrive.

“While you’re doing that i’ll be having a couple drinks at the bar, just looking around. Checking what I have to work with.” she said looking around.

“I can’t do that, ma’am. Mr. Holland gave me direct orders to not leave your side.”

“Well he’s not here right now, William. I won’t rat you out okay? But please, get me that information.” she said turning to him while taking off her glasses and giving him pleading eyes. He sighed and nodded making Y/n squeal.

“Thank you, thank you. I’ll be in the bar, find me when you’re done okay?”

“Alright.” he said and turned walking towards the back doors of the lobby.

30 minutes went by when William finally walked out. He turned the corner and saw his boss drinking her martini while looking at the ceiling, the walls, the employees, the bar countertop and the alcohol bottle in front of her. Every detail was important for her, to think of different ways to work with that place.

“Mrs. Holland.” William said breaking Y/n’s trance. She looked at him and smiled as he held up the pendrive she had given him.

“Is it there?” she asked, getting down from the bar stool.

“Every last bit, ma’am.” he said, giving it to her. She chuckled and patted him on the chest.

“Good job, Will. Let’s go home.” Y/n said and walked towards the exit of the hotel where Dylan was already waiting in the car.

When they arrived at the mansion, Y/n walked straight to her bedroom where Tom was taking a shower. She took off her heels so he wouldn’t hear her walk in, unzipped her dress and tied her hair up, slowly making her way to the bathroom. The shower door was foggy but she could still see her husband’s silhouette. Y/n pushed it open and stepped in quickly. She placed her hand on his back making him jump and quickly turn around.

“Sorry to scare you.” she whispered, making him sigh in relief.

“It’s alright, darling.” he said as he grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him. They looked at each other’s eyes for a while until he leaned in and kissed her passionately. She pulled away and leaned her forehead against his.

“Did you get it?” he whispered, making her smile.

“Yeah, all of it.” she whispered back knowing exactly what he was talking about. Tom chuckled and grabbed her face, pulling her into a long kiss. She wrapped her arms around her neck while he moved his to her waist. Suddenly, he grabbed her ass cheek, moving her against the wall. Both of them feeling content about they’re new multi million dollar deal.

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