#HURRY UP AND TELL ME THIS IS JUST A DREAM. OH COULD WE START AGAIN PLEASE?
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Love Is A Battlefield
Summary: Bucky gets hurt during a mission and you can't help but blame yourself.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Warnings: Minimal use of Y/N. Language cause why not. Mentions of Bucky's past. Injuries. Overprotective reader. Description of violence. Fluff. My poor attempts at being funny.
Word Count: 4.5K
A/N: This was inspired by this post and a dream I had lol. I couldn't help but start writing and this is what came out. Enjoy.
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"Who the fuck do you think you’re calling a bitch, you ass?" you sneer at the guy to your left right before kicking him in the stomach and then bringing his head down on your knee when he doubles over, effectively knocking him out.
"Language!" you hear in you earpiece and roll your eyes.
"Why don’t you shut the fuck up, Rogers." you tell him while making your way through the corridor, taking Hydra agents down as you go.
"Can’t you do this without cursing so much?!" he sounds more exasperated at you than at the agents he’s supposed to keep distracted outside.
"Can’t you stop bitching in my ear? I’m a little busy here!" all he answers with is a groan and you know you won this round.
You hear Sam crackling before he says "1-0 to Y/N." which makes you laugh.
"Thanks, Sammy."
"Anytime, baby." you roll your eyes at his nickname, the small distraction allowing an agent to get too close to you and you feel a sharp pain in your forearm and almost drop your gun.
"Shit!" you hiss at the pain and zero in on the idiot that cut you.
You can hear the concerned voices in your ear, but don’t allow yourself to get distracted again as you take care of the last few agents on your side of the building.
"Y/N, are you okay? What’s happening? Can someone get to her?" you hear Bucky’s voice for the first time since the mission started and you can’t help the warm feeling it brings, the concern in his voice making you answer almost immediately.
"Just give me a minute!" you say as you battle the last guy standing.
Once you’ve successfully knocked him out, you take a second to breathe before addressing the voices still coming to your ear while you make your way through the maze of corridors in this Hydra base.
"I’m okay guys, but apparently all these people have some sort of collective knife kink." you say and you can hear Steve’s annoyed groan and the rest of the team’s laughter as you check out your cut. Not too deep, you think to yourself.
You think you hear a relieved sigh between the laughter, but almost instantly forget about it as you finally come to the door you’ve been looking for.
"Clint, status?" you ask him since he’s on the roof, being the eyes on the whole operation.
"Everyone’s thoroughly distracted out here." he answers.
"Good. James, Sam, are you done with the explosives?" you can hear Sam grunting as you enter the room, locating the computer you need and turning it on.
"Just a second!" Sam says, you hear a couple of punches landing and then "Done. This place is ready to blow as soon as you have the files."
"And hurry, we can’t hold them off forever." Steve adds.
"Inserting the USB now, I need at least 5 minutes for the download to finish. Friday, remember to copy Hill at Shield HQ and to save the files in the Avengers private server." you tell the AI as you make your way through the office, grabbing files that seem important as the digital ones download.
"Really? Why the private server?" Steve asks between punches.
"Because, Captain Dumbass, these files could contain sensitive information about one of our own. We have to be careful with them." you say while still looking through the cabinets of papers.
"Do you have to be so mean to me?" he almost whines.
"Hey, it’s your best friend that I’m looking out for." you say almost laughing.
"Yeah, I’m sure it’s me you’re doing this for." You can basically hear the smirk in Steve’s voice but before you can answer, Natasha cuts in.
"Are you two done bickering?" she says annoyed.
"Oh no, please, let them keep going, this is so entertaining." Tony comments, but you get distracted from the conversation when you find a black box in one of the desk drawers that was previously locked, you open it and can’t help the gasp that escapes you. Bucky’s dog tags.
"Guys… do we have to blow up this base?" you ask, quieter than you’d like, leaving everyone else confused. Between all of the “what”s you hear Steve say your name.
"You know the drill, we download the digital files, save as much of the paper ones as we can and then blow the building up. This one’s no different." he tells you, but you can’t help but disagree.
"I think it is…" you can hear them asking you to explain, so you do, trying to find the right way to say this "I think… I think this is the first base they took James to." you say, still talking quietly but loud enough for them to hear.
The comms go silent, everyone processing what you just say, only the sound of battling going on, but you’re only worried about one person.
"James?"
Nothing.
"James, are you okay?" you can’t help but worry, his silence snapping you out of the trance you were in, you close the box you were still staring at and put it safely in your pocket, your hand going to your ear instinctively.
"Bucky?!" He still doesn’t answer.
You hear a bip behind you and Friday lets you know the download is complete, you take the drive and make your way out, your worry only increasing with every step.
"Does anyone have eyes on Barnes?" you ask the rest of the team.
"Oh no." Clint says, and you stop immediately, your heart beating out of your chest.
"What?! You can’t just say ‘oh no’ and not elaborate, Barton!" your mind is going into overdrive, not knowing what to expect.
"I have eyes on him, but you’re not gonna like it."
"What do you mean, Clint?! just say it!" this time Steve is the one to snap at him.
"He’s getting surrounded, it looks like he’s passed out." you swear you can actually feel your heart stopping.
"Can anybody get to him?" you say desperately.
"He’s got maybe 2 minutes before he’s surrounded, everybody’s too far or too busy." yeah, Clint’s really not giving you any good news today.
"Can’t you help him out?!" you almost yell at him.
"Not without hurting him, there are just too many!" he sounds more worried with every word and you know it’s bad. "Technically you’re the closest." He informs you and you frown.
"What do you mean, technically?" You look out the window of the corridor you found yourself in, looking towards the roof and find Clint already looking down at you while he speaks without stopping his aid of the others with his arrows.
"The second window to your left. He’s right under it." you go to said window and try to open it, but it’s closed shut.
"These windows are bulletproof, Clint can you break it somehow?"
"I can, but you could get hu-"
"Just do it!" you yell, cutting him off.
You can see him aim an arrow to the window, it hits its target and you can hear Clint counting down from 3 before it shatters.
You take no time to be careful of the glass as you take a little disk from your belt and press the button while pointing it at the ground.
A rope shoots out of it and anchors to the floor and, while attaching the other end to the back of your suit, you make a mental note to thank Tony for always updating your tactical suits with new useful gadgets.
You leap out the window, landing with your feet on the wall, basically running down on it as you take out your guns and start shooting down at the now dumbfounded agents.
Before they can even figure out where the shooting is coming from, you're on the ground next to Bucky, cutting the rope with a knife, then stabbing the agent closest to you.
You’re punching, kicking and shooting, trying your best not to get too far away from Bucky, basically shielding him with your body.
You hear a faint ‘holy shit’ from Clint and the other’s voices come through but you can’t follow the conversation, your whole focus on keeping Bucky safe.
You stray a little too far away from him as you do the take down move Natasha taught you on one of the agents, your legs around his neck as you bring him down to the ground.
When you turn around you see one guy getting dangerously close to Bucky’s unconscious body and you feel a sudden burst of possessiveness throughout your own body.
"He’s mine." you basically growl, taking a knife from the body of the guy you just took down and throwing it.
It lodges perfectly in his throat and he goes down right away, blood pouring out of him. You have no time to be disgusted as you keep taking down agents and, one after the other, they all drop.
The second the last one touches the ground, you're kneeling down next to Bucky.
"Please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead, please don't be dead..." you keep repeating, looking for the button on his tactical suit that monitors his health. Again, thanks Tony. You find it and press it "Friday, vitals."
"Heartbeat detected." the AI says and you immediately let out a breath of relief, not even knowing when you started holding your breath. "Head injury detected, possible concussion. Various cuts throughout his body. No other injuries detected."
It could be worse.
You give yourself a second to breathe while looking at Bucky, then talk into your comm, not taking your eyes off of him.
"Ok, guys, uhm... Bucky’s ass may be cute but it’s heavy. I’m gonna need a hand here." you hear some snickers and then Clint’s voice. "Cap and Sam are on their way."
You’re still looking at Bucky, almost worried that the second you take your eyes off of him his heartbeat is gonna stop, when you hear footsteps behind you and, almost automatically, you grab a knife next to your foot and throw it.
You hear it before you see it, the metal of the knife hitting Cap’s shield before he lowers it and, his face shocked and glad for his fast reflexes, he says "Relax, it’s just us."
"Sorry, I’m a little jumpy."
"Gee, wonder why." Sam says sarcastically as you turn back to Bucky.
"Just take James to the jet, Sam."
"Why do I have to carry his ass?" he whines like a child.
"Because you can fly, birdbrain, you’ll get there before we make it to the front gate." you’re almost irritated at this point, but when you turn to the duo and Sam gives you an unimpressed look, you sigh and try to calm down.
"Sorry, just… take him to safety. Please." Your voice is soft now, Bucky’s well-being the only thing on your mind. Sam picks up on your concern and gets serious, moving towards Bucky to pick him up.
"I’ll take him to the jet. See you guys there." and with that, he takes off.
You watch him go for a second before you feel a hand on your shoulder, turning around to see Steve’s equally concerned face.
"Relax, you heard Friday, he’s gonna be fine. Even if he does have a concussion the serum will heal him in an instant." you know he's right, thanks to the serum his bones heal overnight, a concussion is nothing.
But still, you can’t help the worry you feel.
"I’ll relax when he’s awake and I can see he’s fine." he’s about to say something back when you hear Tony’s voice in your ear.
"If you two are done making out about it, we really should be getting out of here." you roll your eyes and smile a little at the pink color Steve’s cheeks were turning while you start making your way to the front courtyard of the base where Natasha and Tony are still holding off the remaining Hydra agents that just seemed to keep coming.
The second he sees you both giving them a hand, Tony takes off towards the roof. "Incoming, Robin Hood, get ready for take off."
This is your cue to get to the jet, Steve, Natasha and you making your way to the front gate while still fighting, the remaining agents scrambling away the second the explosions inside the building start.
You all get to the jet and, after making sure everyone’s inside, Steve turns to Clint. "Take us home, Barton." he merely nods and makes his way to the pilot's seat, immediately taking off.
You make a beeline to where Bucky’s lying on a gurney, still unconscious.
"How is he?" you ask Bruce without taking your eyes away from the super soldier’s face.
"He’s okay, his cuts are already starting to heal themselves, so should be his head injury. He should wake up maybe within the hour, two tops." you nod and make your way to the chair beside his bed, taking his right hand in both of yours.
You don’t know why you do that, now that you think about it you’ve probably not even touched Bucky in general more than a handful of times.
You’re not the closest of friends, you work well together in the field and get along outside of it, you hang out in group settings such as game and movie nights, team trainings and the team-building outings Tony forces everybody to go on, but that’s about it.
The lack of one on one interactions, though, didn’t help you escape your growing crush for the long-haired super soldier. You just can’t help the warm feeling you get every time he’s even in the same room, let alone when he looks at you.
You can hide it when you’re in mission mode, always being professional, but the second it happens in a normal setting like the living room or the kitchen or the gym you turn into a flustered schoolgirl, stumbling over your words and blushing every time you have his attention.
You’ve convinced yourself he doesn’t notice, if he has he hasn’t said anything, but for your own piece of mind you pretend he just doesn’t.
Sometimes it seems like he does it on purpose, though. He’d get close enough that you can smell his cologne and basically feel his body heat.
Sometimes his hands hover on your waist while he passes by you, never actually touching you but just close enough to make you almost pass out at the feeling.
And you can swear you can see a smirk on his face, but it always disappears so fast it’s just easier to convince yourself you’re imagining it.
He would have the most innocent face while asking you if something’s wrong, and all you can answer with is a small ‘I’m fine’ before basically running away, never once seeing the smug look on his face at the flustered state only he manages to put you in.
You’re brought out of your head by Steve’s hand on your shoulder, again, as he says "he’s gonna be fine."
"It’s my fault…" you say quietly, ignoring his attempt at comforting you.
"It’s not y-" you interrupt him before he can even finish.
"Yes, it is. I distracted him." You say firmly before your voice softens. "They were so close to getting him, Steve..."
You can’t take your eyes off of Bucky, almost willing him to wake up, so you could apologize. "Do you have any idea what would’ve happened if they got to him? What they could’ve done to him…" you trail off, not wanting to voice all the possibilities out loud.
Of course you know Steve knows. He worries more than you for Bucky, his best friend, basically his brother, the only family he has left from his past life.
But Steve is having none of it.
"You wanna play the blame game? He wasn’t even supposed to be on this mission, but I couldn’t stop him. He knew what it entailed, he knew it was a base full of hydra agents, but he didn’t back down because it was the right thing to do. He wants to do good and help us take down Hydra for good, he knows the risks but it was his choice. You can’t take that on you." Logically you know he's annoyingly right, again, but looking at Bucky laying motionless you can’t help the guilt that creeps up on you.
"Friday," you say quietly, ignoring Steve’s confused look "play the footage of Bucky before he passed out coupled with the audio from our comms."
The hologram on the table in the middle of the jet lights up and Bucky’s figure can be seen fighting, then you can hear your own voice telling your theory to the group and Bucky halts for a second, he almost gets punched but avoids it at the last second, hitting the guy with his metal arm.
Steve turns to you with a smug look, knowing he was right, but you raise your hand before he can say anything and keep watching.
You see Bucky fighting and hear yourself calling his name and you can see his eyes rolling when you call him James. He’s asked you countless times to call him Bucky, but you always refuse, not sure why.
All you know it’s that it kind of annoys him but in a different way than when Sam or Peter annoy him, you can tell he’s not actually upset, it’s kind of your own little thing with him seeing as he doesn’t allow anyone else call him by his first name.
You can see Bucky still fighting and ignoring you, but when he hears you call him “Bucky” for the first time he stops, right as an agent is throwing a punch.
You see Bucky get hit in the jaw, stumble and fall, his head hitting the wall behind him pretty hard. He doesn’t get up, but you see the last agent standing get taken out by an arrow, Clint you assume.
You can hear your alarmed conversation with Clint as more agents slowly creep up on Bucky, probably being cautious, worried he could wake up any second, then there’s the sound of bullets flying and agents getting hit.
Suddenly you’re there.
You take your eyes off the screen, about to tell Steve that even he can’t deny now that it was your fault, but the whole team's attention was on the footage of you mercilessly taking out man after man, even Clint’s there watching after putting the jet on autopilot.
The look on your face frightening to the point where you almost don’t recognize yourself.
You don’t want to relive the moment, so you shift your attention back on Bucky, your hands still holding onto his.
You can hear Clint’s “holy shit” and then your “he’ mine” and you feel yourself heat up at the possessiveness in your voice.
The video gets paused and you can hear Tony asking "what the fuck was that?" his voice clearly amused, and you know what he’s asking you.
Before you can answer though, you feel Bucky’s hand squeeze yours softly, your eyes snaps down to it and then to his face while getting up from your chair.
He’s mumbling something that sounds very similar to your name but his eyes are still closed.
"James?" he slowly opens his eyes and they instantly find yours, a smile forming on his face that you can’t but mirror.
"How do you feel, Buck?" Steve asks him from beside you.
"Like I got hit really hard in the head." he groans while he tries to sit up, his hand still holding onto yours while you help him.
"Take it easy," Bruce tells him while stopping next to him on his other side "you probably don’t have a concussion, but I’d put some ice on your head to help with the headache."
"I’ll get it." you let go of Bucky, and walk to the mini freezer to get the ice pack.
Bucky takes a moment to look around him, his eyes landing on the screen where you’re frozen mid-fight.
"Friday, unpause the video." he says, curiosity taking over.
He watches you fight, protecting him with your life and he swears he’s never been more in awe in his life. He sees you get on your knees next to him and hears your whispers, praying for him to be okay, over and over.
He sees the relief in your face when Friday tells you he’s alive and he hears you call his ass “cute” as you ask the others for help, making him smile again.
"Friday, stop the footage." you say, ice in your hands but maintaining a safe distance from Bucky, embarrassed that he saw how worried you were for him.
You stand there in silence for a second while Bucky turns to look at you, the smirk on his face definitely real. You blush, cursing your body for how it reacts to his gaze, while Steve clears his throat.
"Why don’t we give you guys a minute..." he ushers everyone to the front of the jet, almost having to wrestle Tony to take him away from what he called 'his new favorite show'.
Bucky extends his right hand for you to take and you do as you get closer, your left hand going to carefully place the ice on the back of his head.
He hisses a little at the contact and you wince, giving him an apologetic smile, but his eyes never leave yours and his hand squeezes yours, letting you know he’s okay.
"I’m sorry." That's all you can say and, whatever you were expecting him to answer, it was definitely not what he says next.
"You should be." you bite your lip to stop it from trembling, your emotions getting the best of you and your guilt only growing, but he keeps going, "You distracted me. You’ve never said my name before, and it was the sweetest sound to ever come out of your mouth. Shame on you for keeping it from me for so long, doll."
He brings you closer to him, taking your hand in his left, his right going around your waist as he rests his chin on your stomach while looking up at you, your left hand still holding the ice to the back of his head.
You giggle at the puppy look he’s giving you, trying to resist the urge of leaning down and kissing him.
"Smooth, Barnes." he laughs with you, before growing more serious.
"You looked really worried." you feel your emotions bubbling up again.
"I was…" you say, your voice small "I’m sorry you got hurt because of me" you're basically whispering, afraid that if you raise your voice any louder the tears you’d been trying so hard to hold off will start falling.
"It’s not your fault, doll." before you can protest, he keeps going "and I’m fine. We’re all fine. I just took a little nap."
You roll your eyes at his attempt at a joke but can’t hide the smile starting to form on your face while he gives you a grin of his own.
You're so lost in his eyes that you almost forget about the reason all of this happened.
You let go of his hand and he gives you a confused look with a slight pout on his lips that just makes you smile more.
"Bucky," you start, taking the little box out of your pocket, but he interrupts you with an exaggerated gasp.
"Are you asking me to marry you, doll? Because, don’t get me wrong, I’m flattered, but maybe we should go on a date first." you can't help but laugh as you gave him a little shove, careful not to hurt him more.
"I’m not asking you to marry me, you jackass." you get more serious as you look at the box in your hand.
You don’t even realize you're biting your lip until Bucky reaches up and tugs it out. You look back at him and feel weirdly nervous, not knowing how he'll react.
"I found this at the base, and I’m pretty sure it belongs to you" you laugh a little out of nerves as he lets go of you to take the box and opens it.
He lets out a real gasp this time, fishing out the tags and holding them in his flesh hand, his face unreadable.
He looks back up at you and for a second your brain goes to the worst case scenario in which there's a lot of blood and screaming, but that image is quickly forgotten as Bucky gives you the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on his face.
He places his hands behind your thighs and effortlessly moves you to straddle him, his movements so fast that you drop the ice pack out of surprise, but you don’t have time to do much as Bucky starts peppering kisses all over your face.
Your surprise turns into giggles and he slowly stops his assault, the smile never living his face, the look on his eyes that of pure adoration. "Thank you, doll… You don’t know what this means to me."
You don’t know if you’re imagining it, but you think Bucky’s starting to lean up and you think he’s about to kiss you when you hear a whistle followed by a slapping sound and an “ow”.
You both turn towards the sound to find the whole team looking at you two, Steve has a smirk on his face, Tony’s next to him, rubbing the back of his head and the rest of them are snickering.
"Seriously?!" your irritation does nothing to hide your blush, Bucky’s own embarrassment clear as he hides his face in your chest.
"What? Capsicle said a minute, we gave you a minute!" Tony said, earning another slap on the back of his head from Steve.
"Just go away!" you say laughing and they all go back to the front of the jet but you can hear their little laughs while they whisper, making you roll your eyes before looking down at Bucky who’s already looking up at you.
"Can you do me a favor, doll?" he asks you and you nod.
"Anything."
"I’d hate to lose these. Hold on to them for me?" he says, holding up his dog tags.
"Are you sure?" you ask uncertainly as he puts them around your neck.
"I’m more than sure." he says while looking at them on your chest and then looking back into your eyes, his smile impossibly big and you’re sure yours looks the same.
He wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you closer and you wrap one arm around his neck, your other hand going to play with the tags around your neck. You’re looking down at them when Bucky speaks again.
"So," He starts, his smile becoming a teasing smirk. "you think my ass is cute, huh?"
You groan, hiding your face in the crook of his neck while he laughs at your reaction.
You can hear the others laughing too and can’t help the laugh that comes out of you, more sure now than ever that everything is gonna be okay.
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HI sorry for the delay here’s the post I promised. xo love u all
I dreamed about this last night and had to write it.
(Can you tell that his mohawk era is my favorite?)
Fucking with Bill while he’s on tour (fem! reader)
At last the day that were the most excited about arrived. Last year you were able to get VIP tickets to meet your favorite band, Tokio Hotel, before their concert. You were thrilled you loved all the members but you had a special spot for the vocalist Bill Kaulitz, there was just something about him that attracted you so much.
You got to the meeting location half and hour before some girls already lined up, you didn’t expect to see many people because VIP tickets were a pain in the ass to get, and you knew how lucky you were to be able to get them. The 30 minutes passed by quickly, in groups of 5 the security let the people waiting come inside, you waited excitingly for your turn to come, you wanted to impress Bill in some way but you figured that just being yourself and being kind to him was the best option, before coming you even got him a small bouquet of yellow roses hopping he would like them.
It was finally your turn, you sat down with the rest of the girls and the four boys sat across from you, you got lucky enough to sit in front of Bill, he greets you with a small have a soft smile which you mimic. You all had a small talk every one took turns on telling something about themselves or asking something to the members,when the chatting time was up you all got to take pictures with the band.
As your turn got closer you started to get nervous to give the flowers to Bill, during the chatting time you noticed that he was looking at you many times, you didn’t want to sound crazy but you knew what you saw he was definitely checking you out.
It was finally your turn you approached them, greeting them all individually, Bill was the last one, after hugging him tightly you pulled away handing him the roses.
“It’s nothing special but I hope it’s of your liking…” you said while smiling at him, your face was so hot and red you felt like you could explode at any time. He took the flowers in his hands while grinning at you.
“You’re so sweet thank you so much.”
“Don’t mention it, I’m happy you liked it.”
He stared in your eyes for a second.
“You’re very red sweetheart are you feeling alright?”
The nickname he used for your almost making you melt why did he make you feel like that you wanted him so bad.
“O-oh I’m sorry I actually woke up a bit under the weather today..” you lied with all the teeth in your mouth. He chuckled at your response not believing a single word that had just came out of your mouth, he didn’t say anything so that you wouldn’t be even more embarrassed.
“Okay guys let’s take these pictures quickly we need to hurry.”
You stood next to Bill, giving him a side hug, he was so warm and smelled so good you wanted to stay like this forever, his hand placed on your hip making your heart beat fast, he lightly stroked your hip, as a reaction you cleared your throat.
“You can get the pictures at the reception.” Said the photographer.
As you were about to walk away Bill grabbed your arm as he if wanted to tell you something, he got in front of you so no one could see you both.
He bends down a little to hug you again, and whispers in your ear.
“You were lovely, I want to see you again.”
You felt his hand in the back pocket of your jeans placing a small piece of paper inside. He pulled away winking at you, as you tried to walk away your legs feeling numb due to what just happened.
They all waved bye at you and you did the same, Bill smiled innocently at you.
Outside the building you reach for your back pocket to look at the paper.
“I’m staying at the hotel down the street come see me at 10pm room 324 3rd floor ;)”
You nervously stare at the piece of paper, of course you had a huge crush on Bill but you never expected this to happen.
During the concert Bill’s eyes wondered through the crowd looking for you, your beauty,kind words and actions in that single moment were enough for him to realize that he wanted to get to know you better. He always said that he believed in love at first sight and this might be it.
After the concert you made your way to the hotel, the night breeze blowing softly on your skin making you tug on your jacket tighter as you approached the hotel lobby.
You walked to the elevator, fixing yourself up on the mirror, exhaling nervously and excitedly at the thought of being alone in a room with Bill.
You stood in front of his door for a moment when you finally gathered the courage to knock on the door he immediately opened it and pulled you inside. You stared at him in confusion.
“Sorry don’t want people to see you, you know how it is.”
“Oh I understand..”
“Come on don’t just stand there, come sit.”
You followed him sitting on the edge of the bed, the room had minimal decoration the bed had white sheets, there was a mini fridge a Tv on the wall, a table in front of the bed and a bathroom, on the bed side table he placed a water jar with your flowers in it.
“Do you want something to drink?”
“A water would be nice…”
“Coming right up.” He reached for the mini fridge opening it, he took the water bottle in his hand making it look even smaller in between his large fingers.
“Here you go.” He gave you the water smiling at you, he sat down on the bed next to you.
“Did you have a safe walk?”
You shook your head yes while you chugged some of the water. Bill moved closer to you your heart begging to race.
“How was the concert? I didn’t see you in the crowd.”
“It was really good! I’m sorry I was not very close to the stage.”
“Next time let me know so I can get you to be on the front row where I can see you.”
“Will do.” You replied smiling.
Bill was now making eye contact with his beautifully sculpted face was hypnotic, his hair was down and he had no makeup on and he still looked like an angel to you.
You got even closer to him as your desire for him grew with each second, you knew he wanted this to so you just went for it. Placing your hands on both sides of his face and kissing him deeply, he got surprised at your reaction but he soon melted into the kiss, placing his hand on your lower back.
“A bit bold now aren’t you?”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t like it.” You quickly replied.
“I very much did.”
“We’re just getting started.”
You pushed him on the bed getting on top of him.
“I think I’m love.” Said Bill in a slightly sarcastic tone.
“Oh shut up.” You replied kissing him one more time. His hands massaged your lower back and grabbed your ass a few times as you kissed and sucked on his neck, his strong sent invading your nose as he moaned under you.
“You smell so good Bill…” you whispered close to his ear lightly bitting it.
“You’re such a tease Y/N.”
“How do you know my name?” You ask giggling a bit.
“Did my research.” He replied winking at you. You rolled your eyes at him.
“How about you take this off?” You said tugging on his shirt. He lifted his arms up.
“Do the honors.”
You removed his shirt from him admiring his slim and toned upper body.
“Keep staring honey.”
“I will don’t worry.”
You reached down for his belt unbuckling it, unzipping his pants to palm his growing erection.
“Excited aren’t you?” You questioned.
He broke eye contact with you his cheeks now a light pink shade as you kept touching him through his underwear. You took his pants off and placed yourself between his legs.
“May I?” You asked while playing the waist band of his boxers.
“Please do.”
You smiled in response, removing his aching boner from his underwear.
“Fuck…” you whispering under your breath his size startling you. He grinned at your reaction, you pumped his length making him moan lowly. You lowered your face closer to his boner taking his tip in your mouth, you circled your tongue slowly around his tip making him shake and thrust his hips upwards.
“Bill don’t be so desperate now”
“Just p-please…”
“I didn’t know you were like that.” You said at the same time as you stroked him.
“I’m not hhhmm i-it’s just you mmhm~”
You stroked his as fast as you could for a moment making Bill grip the sheets and curse under his breath, you lean down again taking all of him in your mouth gagging a little.
“Oh my- fuckkk.” Bill moaned loudly as you moved your head up and down his cock. Your pussy was aching for him you needed him inside you and he felt the same,he needed to be inside you.
“Please Y/N ride me I need to feel your pussy mmhmm a-and cum inside you hhhmm~”
You quickly took your shirt off along with your bra, and your skirt as well. You got on top of him again, his hands immediately reaching for your panties to remove them desperately needing to feel your cunt tighten around him. You lowered yourself onto him slowly adjusting to him, his lips making an O shape feeling your tightness around him.
“Oh god you feel so good Y/N”
As you reached the base of his cock you lifted your hips back up slamming yourself back down onto him earning a scream of pleasure from Bill. You rode his dick merciless your tits bouncing on his face, as he grabbed on your thighs as hard as he could forming small bruises on your skin.
“Fuck t-too much s-slow down-“ he pleaded
“You can do it for me Bill.”
He turned you on too much not to react like this you wanted him to fill you up with his cum you wanted to claim him as yours.
As your legs started to get sore you used your knees to support you and grind your hips on his, his hands reaching for your ass to help you move your hips on him.
“I can’t wait any longer fuck I n-need to cum mmhmm-“ said Bill in a desperate voice his hips slamming upwards hitting that sweet spot of yours making you moan and tremble with his brutal thrusts.
You placed your hands on his chest for support grabbing on him forcefully your nails digging in his flesh as he kept thrusting in you non stop.
“F-fuck Bill I’m gonna cum..” You whimpered.
“Yes baby cum for me do it yeahh~”
You moved your hips along with his getting that friction you needed to cum all over his cock, he kept fucking you seeking his orgasm.
“Oh my god fuck I’m gonna cum so good in this pussy.” Grunted Bill, cumming deep inside you,his movements getting sloppier as he rode his orgasm.
You collapsed on his chest as he placed his hands behind your back hugging you tight both of you inhaling your natural scent as body warmth.
“That was so good Y/N oh my god.” Whispered Bill, as he stroked your hair.
“We should do this more often…” you replied.
“We will Y/N…I need you..”
You stayed in his room for a few hours,you showered together and he even gave a change of clothes, unfortunately you had to leave in the middle of the night since Bill didn’t want the media to come after you and you didn’t want to raise any attention either.
You kissed him one last time before heading out.
For surprise (or not) the next morning you and Bill were all over the gossip magazines and tv shows.
“How can they do this?” You questioned internally.
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Note: I had another dream with 2023 Bill (yummy) I’m currently writing it along with your requests thank u so much for sending them and please be patient with me😪
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Josh Futturman has always had a crush on his beautiful coworker, the sharp, sexy scientist he thought he could only dream of talking to.
Warnings: Mature themes/language. Smut. Oral(M receiving.) Praise kink. Semi public. Overstimulation. Slight dacryphilia.
Part Eight
Part Nine: A Family Affair
Josh and Brynne quietly left his room for dinner after what they had been doing. Josh Futturman was horrified as he realized his Uncle Barry had been waiting to use the upstairs bathroom after the two of them, and was now just standing in the hallway, bottle still in hand, signaling to them that he had planned to take it into the bathroom with him.
“Should’ve been me,” Barry said through a belch as Josh made a face, quickly hurrying Brynne downstairs with the rest of the guests.
Once they came down the stairs, Josh saw his mom, about to look for his dad in the kitchen.
“Mom,” Josh said finally, as Brynne stood behind him.
She didn’t seem upset at all.
“What is it, honey?”
“Mom, I’m really sorry about the way I talked to you earlier,” he apologized sadly, “That was so mean, and I shouldn’t have said anything. You were trying to help, and I was just being an asshole.”
“Oh, Joshy, you know I forgive you,” his mother sighed, wrapping him up in a hug, “I know you didn’t mean it. Besides. I know you feel kind of frustrated about still living at home, you were bound to tell your parents to fuck off at some point,” she gave his cheek a playful pinch.
“Still, Mom. I’d never let anyone talk to you like that. Especially not me,” he said guiltily.
“Oh… My sweet little Joshy,” Diane beamed. “We’re family; I forgive you.”
“I love you, Mom,” he told her.
“You’re so sweet, Joshy. I love you, too,” she smiled, turning to Brynne. “Why don’t you two have a seat with everyone else? Dinner will be ready in a minute.”
“Okay,” Josh agreed.
He took the empty seat next to where his mother would be sitting, as Brynne sat down with him.
“Why don’t you sit next to me?” Barry suggested with a grin, sitting in the empty seat next to her.
Brynne just looked at Josh, who seemed less than comfortable with this arrangement.
“Uncle Barry…” he warned, just as his father entered the room.
“Oh, Josh, Brynne, there you are,” Gabe nodded. “You want some appetizers? It’s Brie, and cranberry.”
“Yes, please,” Brynne said eagerly, taking one off of the plate he held out to them. “That sounds delicious.”
“Thanks, Dad,” Josh nodded.
“Hope you washed your hands first,” Barry Futturman cut in, already starting to once again create a weird energy in the room.
Josh looked at him in disbelief, trying his hardest to ignore the inappropriate comment as he ate with everyone else. Luckily, neither of his parents seemed to pick up on what his uncle had meant by that. As dinner continued, Brynne and Josh both did their best to keep the conversation running as smoothly as possible. But inevitably, there were a few considerable obstacles.
“You know, Brynne, Julius works for a company that does DNA testing,” Diane informed her with a smile.
“Oh, that’s cool,” Brynne smiled, “I think it’s great that people can really expand their knowledge of their ancestry these days.”
“Right?” Melinda agreed. “We found out about so many cousins we had no idea we even had!”
As the dinner carried on, slowly becoming more boring, Josh looked to his left at Brynne, pleasantly surprised to see that she’d been looking at him, and only him, the entire time. She smiled softly, almost uncharacteristically, and Josh was putty in her hands. He smiled back, smitten with her.
He chuckled nervously as he felt her fingers creeping into his hand, gradually taking it in hers. The way he held her hand under the table in front of his entire family felt strangely innocent, and wholesome. It was a perfect way to spend his Christmas Eve.
It must’ve been another twenty minutes of the two of them enjoying each other’s company in silence before he realized she was still holding his hand. Josh noticed that Brynne grimaced as Barry tried to scoot his chair even closer to hers, looking her up and down as he did.
“Excuse me, I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” Brynne stood suddenly, startling Josh a bit.
Everyone else just smiled in response to her as she left the table. Josh sat there for a moment, conflicted. He knew his Uncle Barry had made her feel beyond uncomfortable, but he didn’t know whether she wanted space or comfort. Deciding he wanted to at least be chivalrous, Josh got up to follow her.
He knocked softly on the bathroom door, the knuckles of his middle and index finger making a quiet sound. Brynne heard the knock, and at first assumed it was a woman knocking.
“Hey, Brynne? You okay in there?” Josh asked, cursing himself as he hoped she wouldn’t take it the wrong way.
All of a sudden, the door opened, and he saw her standing there, not looking upset at all. He couldn’t place the way she was looking at him.
“Come in,” she told him.
“Uh, okay,” he stammered, entering the small bathroom as she closed the door. “So, what’s up? Are you alright?” he asked worriedly.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she promised. “I just never got to thank you for… earlier.”
“Oh,” he realized, feeling stupid. “Uh, yeah… any time.”
While he wasn’t sure that was the most appropriate response, he knew he at least meant it wholeheartedly.
“You want me to return the favor?”
“Sorry, what?” he asked, once again blown away.
Little did he know, tonight, that would become more than a figure of speech.
“I said…” she smirked, impatiently dropping to the floor. “You want me to return the favor?” she asked quietly, looking up at him with hungry wide eyed.
“Oh, fuck,” he laughed nervously, “That’s what you meant.”
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” she clarified. “I just think you deserve a nice reward after the way you made me come.”
“No, no, I definitely want to,” Josh assured her. “I’d love that. So much.”
“Is this okay, then?” she asked, her hands gently sliding up his clothed thighs.
“Fuck yes,” he nodded, watching her intently.
Knowing the power she held, Brynne unbuttoned his pants with care, dropping them to the floor in front of her as she looked at his boxers.
“Batman,” she remarked, sounding pleased.
Josh frantically tried to find an explanation. “Sorry, I didn’t know anyone else would be seeing them—”
“Shh, it’s okay,” she purred, still staring up at him. “Just relax for me, baby.”
He let out an involuntary whine as her hand softly grabbed at his growing bulge.
“My goodness, you’re this hard already?”
“Yeah,” he gulped, “You’re just so beautiful, and you’re looking at me like that—”
“I’m gonna take such good care of you,” Brynne cooed, “Okay?”
“Okay,” he whimpered, choking on a lump in his throat.
Josh grabbed onto the towel rack in a panic, feeling all the blood in his body rushing to one place.
“I’m gonna take these off, okay?”
“Okay,” he nodded, loving the way she spoke to him.
She slid his boxers down, allowing his growing erection to spring free.
“Aw, so pretty, baby,” she gushed.
“Fuck, thank you!” Josh sighed happily, throwing his head back as she began to wrap her hand around it.
He was throbbing for her already, and he was still feeling somewhat embarrassed and shy.
“Hmm. Hold on,” she said as she rose to her feet. “You wanna help me out?”
“How?” he asked automatically.
She smiled, cupping his face with her right hand.
“You wanna help me get my fingers wet?”
“Mhm,” he begged, bobbing his head up and down.
“Okay. Open?”
He obliged, opening his mouth softly as he looked to her for instruction. He was like a doll, willing to be put in any position she desired. She slid her middle and index fingers into his mouth, watching with delight as he lightly cupped his hand around her wrist, bobbing his head up and down as he took her fingers in his mouth.
“Is this good?”
“Perfect, sweetheart,” she encouraged affectionately.
He finished thoroughly wetting her fingers, looking at her desperately as she popped her thumb into his mouth, admiring him as he suckled on her thumb. It drove her crazy how needy and excitable he was.
“Aw, look at that. Who’s a dumb little bunny?”
“I’m a dumb little bunny!” he blurted out, then realizing how desperate he sounded.
She sank to her knees again as he watched her in suspense, hanging onto her every word.
“Aw, lookit. Leaking already?” she asked calmly. “Look at you, baby, you’re dripping. What a messy boy.”
“I’m sorry,” Josh whined impatiently.
“Don’t be sorry… Here. Lemme taste you…”
He gasped out loud as she licked a circle around his pink tip, both impressed and horrified at the sounds she could pull from him. The way she was able to stimulate him was like nothing he’d ever felt before. Leaning against the bathroom wall, he threw his head back in surprise, seeing black spots on the ceiling as he tried not to let his knees buckle.
“F-Fuck,” he moaned.
“You’re delicious, baby,” Brynne looked up at him. “Oh… Your eyes watering?”
“Fuck!”
That was all he could say at the moment. Both of Josh’s hands were laid flat on the wall, as he tried to catch himself. She noticed that as he looked back down at her, his eyes were watering. He looked like a mess.
“Oh, you’re a mess, baby. Do you wanna stop?”
“No!” he blurted out. “No, keep going, please.”
“Okay. You’ll tell me if you need me to stop?”
“Yes,” he promised with a quick nod.
“Okay. Good boy.”
He nearly melted at her praise, holding on for dear life as she slowly took him into her mouth, hearing him whine helplessly as she swallowed his entire length.
“Fuck! Feels so good,” he moaned.
She bobbed her head up and down, starting to pick up the pace. He gasped loudly, his hand slowly smoothing over her hair for her as she sucked him off. He finally felt that it was okay to touch her, neatly moving her hair out of her face. He groaned as quietly as he could, trying to keep his volume down. It became increasingly hard, as did he.
Josh sobbed quietly as he bottomed out again and again, instinctively giving a light thrust, desperate for release. He couldn’t contain his excitement, and breathed out shakily as he felt his dick twitch inside her mouth. Giving up and allowing the tears to flow, he mumbled nonsense as she took him in her fist, going up and down faster and faster as she sucked on his tip.
“Please! I’m gonna come,” Josh whined. “I’m gonna come!”
He started to cry even more as he looked down at her, looking into her deep brown eyes.
“You’re so good to me, fuck,” he groaned. “I don’t know why you even like me… You’re a fucking goddess!”
He grabbed ahold of the towel rack as he felt himself trembling with indescribable pleasure. He quickly grabbed a small towel and shoved part of it into his mouth, muffling his whines and screams as best as he could. He’d never came like this before in his life.
Everything was a blur as he finally felt himself release into her mouth, looking down at her in shock as she allowed him to fill her mouth, still sucking on his tip as she wet his dick. He cried softly as he threw his head back, whispering curses as he finished.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispered. “Feels so good…”
She swallowed, smiling up at him as he wiped his tears away, dropping down to his knees. Surprised by the sudden movement, she collected his head onto her lap, brushing his hair to the side as he sobbed onto her dress. He let out a few grateful choked, rubbing his face into her lap as she played with his hair.
“Shhhhh. You’re okay, baby,” she promised him. “You’re okay. Let it all out.”
He let out the last few sniffles as he threw his arms around her, his face between her soft breasts as he whimpered.
“Felt so good,” he mumbled.
“I know. Just relax,” she murmured as he stuck his face between her breasts, softly kissing each one in turn.
His hands pawed at her chest, gently squeezing each breast as he whined impatiently. He watched as she pulled at the straps of her dress, allowing him access as he sucked on each nipple for comfort. It went on for a short while as he soothed himself.
He sat up as Brynne took his face in her hands, softly wiping at the tears with her thumbs.
“You look so pretty when you cry,” she whispered.
“I look pretty?” he asked her.
“Mhm,” she nodded, kissing his lips as she let him lay his head back down on her bare chest. “My pretty boy.”
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Part Ten
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the night we met |tsu'tey x reader|
what: after spending her growing years pining after the future Olo'eyktan, y/n tearfully recounts the moving moments throughout their ‘friendship’ as she hears of his promising to Sylwanin
warnings: all the angst- sorry besties, not canon compliant (kinda?),
words: 2k
what have you: heyo this is my first avatar fic and first actual written fic in quite some time! so if you like it please let me know! Thinking of doing a part two (possibly in his pov?)- let me know if you’re interested in that! thanks for reading :)
I am not the only traveler
Who has not repaid his debt
I've been searching for a trail to follow again
Take me back to the night we met
Life with Tsu’tey by your side was nothing short of a dream. He was your longest friend and closest companion. It seemed as though from the moment you could walk, the two of you were joined at the hip. Always together, never far apart. This carried on well into your growing years, both of you nearing adulthood side by side.
You weren’t sure when you started to notice Tsu’tey becoming a man before your very eyes. His shoulders broadened and he seemed to grow a foot overnight. The clan started to come to him for problems instead of his father and he solved them with a grace foreign to you. Tsu’tey was no longer that awkward boy you once knew, he was officially the future Olo'eyktan. Eytukan had chosen him officially before Eywa and the people. Soon enough he was off training in the ways of leading the clan.
This didn’t keep him from visiting you. He always held true to his promises of hunting with you or simply sitting aloft a tree talking well into the night. Tsu’tey always had time for you and you for him. You can’t exactly pinpoint the moment you started to fall for him, but you fell hard. The two of you would often speak candidly of your futures and on more than one occasion he had insisted that you would still be just as important as you were now. Those words lit a spark of hope in your heart that he would one day choose you as a mate. Although the odds were stacked against you from the start, the promise in his words kept you praying to Eywa that he would choose you.
You heard the hunters before you saw them, screeching ikrans landing loudly in front of Hometree. As you watched Tsu’tey dismount his beautiful banshee with ease, celebrating with his fellow clan members. Celebrating the success of making it through his Dream Hunt. The beating of your heart increased as you watched your childhood friend. His proud smile radiating from across the camp
“If you stare any harder Y/N you’re going to set him on fire,” a voice startled you from behind. Slowly turning from your ‘hiding spot’, you came face to face with Arvok and his teasing smirk.
“Oh shove off you skxawng! Leave me be for once!” you hissed.
“Now is that how to address the brother of your best friend I’m wounded Y/N,” Arvok dramatically spoke, clutching his heart in faux hurt.
“Grow up, you child! I am just watching them all return, not just him,” you defended meekly, hearing the lie as clearly as you spoke it.
“Ah, of course. May I tell Tsu’tey you are watching his hunters closely then? Maybe you are looking to mate with one of them?” he teased, before quickly stepping away when your tail smacked his leg.
Rolling your eyes at the young na’vi, you pushed yourself off the tree that was previously hiding your form. Trust Arvok to catch you spying on his brother. A slight blush began to rise to your cheeks as you hurried out from the treeline. Walking towards the center of the clan, you heard talk of a celebration coming that evening. As you got closer to the fire, and to Tsu’tey, the former Olo'eyktan Eytukan called for everyone to join him.
“My people! The time has come! Our Tsu’tey has passed his last rights, he is now one of the people, tonight we will celebrate!” he praised. The air was filled with shouts and cheering as the clan took in their future leader. The clan was proud of the man Tsu’tey had become, a fierce warrior and kind friend.
Where you stood at the back of the pack you could hear a group of younger na’vi girls giggling while casting sly looks at Tsu’tey. Faintly you overhead one, Aythi asked, “Maybe he will choose a mate this night? Do you think he will mate with the future tsahìk? Sylwanin is quite lovely.”
Your heart ached as you watched the group nod in agreement at the possible pairing. This was always the way. The Olo’eyktan mated with the Tsahik, but you held onto those promising words Tsu’tey had spoken moons ago. You would always be in his future. Slowly a kernel of doubt weaseled into your heart, what if he only meant that you would be there as you were there now? What if he only intended to keep you as his friend and nothing more? Rationally this was always a possibility but you thought you had more time before you had to think about it.
Before you could sink further into your darkening thoughts, two strong hands clutched your shoulders and quickly spun you around. Plastering a smile on your face, you were graced with the golden eyes of your closest friend. Grabbing you by your waist, you soon found yourself being spun into a tight hug. A sincere laugh tumbling out of your mouth as you looked down at Tsu’teys happy smile.
“I did it, Ma’Y/N! I survived my dream hunt! All thanks to your guidance,” he cheered happily, oblivious to how your heart stuttered in your chest.
Ma’Y/N. Ma’Y/N. Ma’Y/N.
He had never let that slip from his lips. Not in the 18 years you had known him, always careful with his words and how he addressed you. But you couldn’t stop the hope that squeezed your heart tightly.
Pulling from his embrace, you fell into step with him as he talked quickly of his experience.
“It was amazing! The glow warm tasted odd but after I felt like I was floating on air. I could not tell where I ended and Eywa started. It was surreal, Y/N. I can not wait for you to experience it!” he spoke enthusiastically, hands waving to accentuate his point.
“I’m so happy for you ‘Tey! For you are now our fiercest warrior and we will celebrate that at eclipse! You are one step closer to your bright future my friend,” you responding happily.
The conversation flowed easily as the two of you discussed the coming events and soon enough you were at your families section of hammocks. After a brief goodbye, you waved gently to Tsu’tey as you headed towards the vines that served as an entrance to your home. Just as you reached the greenery, a voice called to you, “Wear the dark blue beaded top for me? It is my favorite on you Ma’Y/N.”
The answering smile you sent him almost spilled your feelings to you. Glee spread throughout your body and you were all too eager to appease his wishes. He had never been one to compliment anything about you, besides your hunting skills and finding out he had a favorite item of yours? That was almost too much for your delicate heart to handle.
And then I can tell myself
What the hell I'm supposed to do
And then I can tell myself
Not to ride along with you
You were never one to fret about your appearance, but something urged you to look your best tonight. For all you knew it could be the start of your future, so you took your time in getting ready. The taut braids that normally fell along your shoulders were undone, leaving your hair falling in soft waves along your back. You also took great care in arranging the dark blue beaded top, being extra mindful that it fell across your chest in the most tasteful way. By the time you had arrived at the celebration that evening it was in full swing. The fire was raging and the delicious smell of today's kill blanketed the area. You knew you hadn’t missed anything important when you scanned the area and noted that Tsu’tey was not yet there.
Walking towards the fire, you watched as mated couples danced together to the loud music of the drums. The longing look in your eyes is noticeable by anyone who actually cared to look. Luckily for you, no one usually spared you much of a glance. Quickly eating a bowl of meat, the crowd hushed. Following the clans line of sight, your breath catching in your chest.
There he was, in all of his magnificent beauty. Tsu’tey stood tall and proud as he walked towards the clan, head held high. With bright yellow and navy paint marking his body, he looked confident as he walked towards his fate, his future. Studying the markings, your heart beating faster as you took in the color that matched the top he requested.
Surely this was a sign that he was going to choose you, this must be a sign from Eywa that you two would be mated. Why else would he ask you to match him? He is allowed to choose his colors and he picks the color of your beads. Heart hammering against your ribcage, you pushed yourself closer to the base of Hometree eagerly. You wanted to be the first to grab him once he had been announced.
You watched him walk up the thickest root before taking his place beside Eytukan and Mo’at. He looked the picture of the perfect warrior, the perfect Olo’eyktan. The clan quieted down as Eytukan cleared his throat while approaching the crowd.
“My friends, let us gather this eve to celebrate the fierce warrior Tsu'tey te Rongloa Ateyitan. As he has completed his final rite of passage, the Dream Hunt. You are Omaticaya now. You may make your bow from the wood of Hometree. You have shown great courage and strength to our people. It is decided that our future Olo’eyktan will be mated with my Sylwanin, our future Tsahik. Before Eywa they will be chosen as our clan's future! Let us celebrate for both occasions this eve!” he bellows, chants erupting from the crowd.
Shouts of happiness and congrats emerge from the clan behind you. But you find yourself rooted to the spot and as you find Tsu’teys eyes, it feels as though Eywa herself is rooted to the spot. You’re not sure what you expected his face to show, but happiness wasn’t it. The despair in your heart as Sylwanin grabs his hand is almost too much to bear. The action that finally cleaves your heart in two, is when you notice the colors of her beaded top- yellow and navy. She was marked as his before you ever even knew.
Tears gathered along your waterline as you pushed yourself through the crowd. As you neared the forest edge, you were almost sure someone called your name but the ache in your heart wouldn’t allow you to turn around. Deep down you knew who it was and you knew if you faced him right now it would utterly ruin you.
As you laid in your hammock with the distant sound of music, you allowed the tears to fall freely. It was almost as if you could audibly feel your heart breaking in half. The one you loved was promised to another, promised to the one clan member who he should belong to. You knew now that you would have no place in his future, promised words no longer held meaning here. At least not in the way you believed they would. No, you would live your future with no more than passing hellos and seeing his family grow. You’ll spend your days as a ghost of his past.
I had all and then most of you
Some and now none of you
Take me back to the night we met
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Haunted by the ghost of you
Oh, take me back to the night we met
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Drabble request
TLTD JK fulfilling his wish to recreate that kiss scene from Love 911 with OC
I love your writing dear author, keep it up! 💖
Happy Birthday, My Love ༓ jjk
↩︎ Too Late To Dream Couple
✑ Summary: For years, your husband's been wanting to recreate his favorite kiss scene from Love 911 with you, and lucky for him, it's his birthday today so he gets to have whatever he wants.
pairing: economics professor!jungkook x artist!reader
genre: fluff
word count: 644
a/n: I watched a clip of this on Youtube and omg SO cute! AND the fact that Kookie said he wanted to recreate this in real? 😳 TYSM for the request 🥰 just fyi oc gets a little giggly but she is in no way making fun of him for this.
"Here, here, here!" You watch your husband jog ahead of you on the sidewalk. He's been trying to find the perfect spot for you to fulfill his birthday wish all day. "We have to do it here honey! We're in the middle of one of the busiest streets in Seoul, it'll be just like the movie."
"There's a lot of cars here," you say. Your clammy hands grip the metal sidewalk railing as your eyes scan your surroundings. "There's a lot of people walking around us too. You sure this is the right spot?"
"Of course! Now will you please come here so we can do the thing?" Your husband, only a few feet away, eagerly waits for you to come closer to him.
You chuckle, not even minding that he's a tad bit impatient. Seeing him this happy on his birthday makes you incredibly giddy.
"Hurry, faster!" he gestures with his hands for you to speed up. "I wanna kiss the love of my life in front of all of Seoul."
"Yes baby, I hear you and I'm coming as fast as I can," you reply. Once you're within arm's reach, Jungkook quickly bends his knees to pick you up, arms moving to wrap around your upper legs, just like Kang Il did to Mi Soo.
"Oh wait!" You flinch at the gentlest touch, letting out a giggle that has him taking his hand off you before getting to lift you in the air.
"What happened?" His panic-stricken face makes you feel all kinds of guilty for your random outburst.
"I'm sorry, it just tickles."
"What does?"
"Your hands under my ass."
"Oh my god..." He breaks into an amused grin and shakes his head. "I'll try grabbing tighter okay?" He goes in again and this time you bite your lip to keep yourself under control. Why are you being so squeamish? Get it together!
Jungkook's able to get your feet off the pavement this time but it's like you can't help it—you start fits of laughter again.
"Maybe we shouldn't do this today..." He sets you back on your feet and you lean your head into his chest, hands gripping his shirt. You're embarrassed at the random strangers who pass by, whether by foot or car, chuckling at the two of you, you specifically.
"No, I really want to do it," you muffle, head still buried between his pecs. "Give me a second."
Jungkook strokes your back and then brings his hands to your shoulders. "Look at me," he commands softly. "It's no big deal okay? It's just a silly thing."
"It's not silly!" You flash your eyes up at him. "I think I'm more ticklish than I thought I was. Here, let's try a third time okay?" You nod, back away from him, and give a thumbs up. You then stick your arms straight out, signaling to him that you're ready to be serious this time.
Your husband smiles at your cuteness and reaches to pick you up again. When you squeal for the third time in a row he grunts in playful irritation.
"My god, this wife of mine!" He grabs your face and starts pecking your lips repeatedly. "Just...let...me...kiss...you," he says between pecks.
All previous giggling goes out the window after this—both of you euphoric from the kissing. Your husband takes it as his queue to try lifting you up one last time and this time he's successful.
"See, you look so beautiful like this," he tells you, nothing but pure happiness on his face. "I could stare at you forever and not once get tired."
"Happy birthday my love." You cup his face from your higher position, lean down, and kiss him not a minute later as more random strangers clap in the background.
Apparently, you have more of an audience than you realized.
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───── 𝑃𝐴𝐼𝑁𝑇 𝐼𝑇 𝐵𝐿𝐴𝐶𝐾
PAIRING — yoshida hirofumi x fem!reader
SYNOPSIS — it just so happens that you and yoshida have been crushing on each other for some time and now it's time to take it up a notch.
CW — reader is a civilian, aki is really salty here y'all but deep down he's a cinnamon roll <3, canon universe (slight differences), mutual pining, wet dreams, blindfolds, multiple orgasms, creampie, monsterfucking at the end but nothing serious yet
WC — 4.9k ;; cross-posted on ao3
ANYA'S CORNER — all characters are aged up here and well, this might as well be the first of other fics about yoshida *sighs* time will tell but i hope you enjoy this in the meantime!
"Oh, God. What the fuck did you do to your hair now?"
"And good morning to you too, Aki. Today you are bitchier than usual. Did the Fox Devil pee in your bed this morning?"
He gives you the finger, then unties your hair just to let out a frustrated grunt two seconds later. Despite what everyone thinks, you and the boy by your side are just best friends. Actually, more like platonic soulmates. Sometimes you wonder where you end and he begins and vice versa.
What led most of them to think so is Aki's antics. He's quite physical with you: kisses on the cheek, hugs, casual ass honking, you name it.
No matter the circumstance, you are always within reach for him to tease.
But this time around he does so much more than that.
"I get it: you wanted a fresh start after what that bastard did to you. You should’ve let me beat some sense into them, as I suggested to you when you were sobbing in my lap, and save your scalp from a mental breakdown at 3 AM in our bathroom. I would've never imagined it was this bad.
Just- do you smell it? Ugh. The chemicals are burning my nose.
I’m about to barf."
"Come on, don’t be such a baby. It’s not that bad."
Aki catches a strand of your hair between his fingers and tugs at it, annoyed. Its white-silvery hue is glossy, and unbeknownst to you both, the texture isn't so frizzy, either. But the stink of bleach is still here, haunting your best friend’s nostrils.
"After the shift you better go home and wash your hair again. I won’t come near you a minute longer if you ignore me."
"Will you stop patronising me if I say yes, you Karen?"
He eyes you, expression blank. He gives nothing away as he deadpans, "Probably."
"Still better than hearing you ramble like a grumpy old man, anyway." you walk past him hiding your smile before he can reply and go in the back, getting ready to start another day.
You both work as bartenders/waiters in a cute cafeteria nearby the college you and him go to. The paycheck is good and combined, you and the boy are able to make ends meet smoothly.
The only downside is the total lack of spare time: the moment your shift ends, Hayakawa has to hurry up and start his. Most of the time, you two have to work side by side during the busiest hours of the day, all due to your boss’ laziness in scheduling decent shifts.
The only moments you can talk a bit without worries are the ones outside the flat, college and in front of the lockers in the back of the cafeteria.
However, that day you feel good.Really good. You haven’t felt that way since your partner — now ex-partner — dumped you right in front of your family’s house three months earlier.
“My family doesn’t think you’re the one for me. You know what they say about those who don’t meet their standards, don't you? And you're so... weird. Yeah, you'll never be good enough for them.
We should stop our relationship before it gets any further.”
The idiot had the audacity to use their own relatives to cover their ass behind such blame excuses to justify cowardice. They didn’t want to commit, you could see that in those eyes you once found difficult to look away from.
When you did, it was too late. Your heart had already been broken.
On top of that, you are going to see them for the rest of the year; they are two years ahead of you and Aki, but they still attend some of your classes, as well. Moreover, you always see each other at the entrance every morning.
It's torture, looking at them living their best life whereas yours is still drowning in nostalgic waters.
Your hand closes around the uniform you have in the locker. The thin fabric of the plain black shirt cracks as you wear it, soon after joined by a tight pair of white jeans.
Then your eyes fixates on the shoes you're supposed to wear and let scoff, "Hell no, I won’t wear these infernal devices today."
The polished high-heels in the cabinet stare right back at you as you finish to dress up, even as you close the locker and head back to the counter. No need for them today.
Aki is leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, waiting. The moment you brush past him, his big hand takes one of yours to place them on his heart.
His pretty eyes scanned your figure once more, searching for any sign of distress as he breathes, "Are you really okay?"
Your gaze softened. "I’m more than okay, Aki. Stop worrying about me."
"How can I? It’s what best friends do: looking out for each other."
"And your best friend is telling you that she’s fine." you yank at the ends of his topknot with your free hand and smile, "Besides, today is a new day. From now on, I want to be a better version of myself.
They won’t have anything of mine anymore."
You both walk back but before any of you can do another step, the boy corners your body with his. Your back collides with the cold surface of the counter, yet the warmth in the eyes of your best friend makes up for it. His height engulfs yours by a lot, so it's no big deal for him to tower - no, hover - over you.
He stretches out a hand, fingers lightly grazing your cheeks. "Promise?"
"Yes, I promise. Let's get to work, now."
Your hand covers his for a split second and he finally nods, planting a kiss on your forehead as he lets you circle him to take position by his side.
There is no way he would give up so easily. He's up to something.
You want to investigate some more but it's not the right moment for it. Being it is almost opening time, and there are a lot of people already behind the glassy doors, students, mostly, you decide to postpone. If he's going behind your back-
The doors open right at that moment, and the momentum cuts off your thoughts. For now.
You are smiling a lot that morning and it doesn't go unnoticed.
The rings on your hands don't, either.
Some regular customers even dare to slip their phone numbers in the cash they hand you over to pay, grazing your slender fingers to catch a glimpse of the shiny bands wrapped around them, but you always turn them down with a shy smile.
The stares you can handle, but nothing more.
You make small chats with everyone passing by the register and at some point you must’ve gone to tie your hair into the usual bun because Aki’s slaps on your thigh stops you halfway.
Turning, you look at him, puzzled. "What?"
The boy looks at you up and down twice before replying, "That colour looks gorgeous on you. Keep your hair down."
"You should do the same, Pineapple Head." you reply, genuinely confused because to be honest, he is prettier than you with his hair that way.
The look your best friend gives you is murderous before nodding at the next client who walks to you you. And with that, the conversation hangs over your heads again.
That day, lots of students and teachers come to grab something to eat before rushing back to classes. But what surprises you the most is to see a familiar face among the group who just walked in, settling in a table not far from the bar counter.
Aaand goodbye good vibes.
"Are you kidding me?"
"Aki, don’t." you hiss, hand already reaching for the boy's. His knuckles turn white as his eyes melts your ex's chair, the idiot looking up right then. Seeing you and Aki, however, has them immediately bend their head forward and avoid your gaze. Pathetic.
Already feeling what's about to happen, you grab Aki by his bare arm and hiss, "Don’t do anything stupid."
"I won’t," his blue eyes pierce right through you and clarifies with a short, "Not in public, anyway. The same goes for you.»
"As much as I hate to admit it, they're a client. They must be respected even if they’re in the wrong.
But that won't stop me from being salty."
You leave without looking back, heading towards the rather noisy group. As soon as they see you coming their way, everyone stops whatever they're doing and stare at your silhouette. The one who doesn’t even flinch is the one who should’ve hidden behind the table, on their knees.
Their eyes lock with yours while one of their hands strokes a girl’s thigh right beside them.
So they were already with someone else, uh? Judging by looks alone, she's a far more “normal” fit than you've ever ever been.
Do they really think something like that would hurt you, after everything they said to you?
"Hello, eveyone. Are you ready to order?"
The friends who snap out of their minds first order straightway, while the person you thought you loved till some months before take their time, talking with the short brunette whose hand is now an inch away from their thigh. Then, acting as if you just arrived there, your ex turn to tell you what they both want.
You write it down quickly, adding ‘spit in their hamburger ♡’ right next to the order.
"I see you dyed your hair and got a new tattoo. Seems like I dodged a fucking oddball, after all."
You put down the digital pen and shoot your ex a customer smile. Finally the other shoe has dropped.
"You know what’s funny about oddballs? You never know where they’ll hit next. Next time it might be your face, how about that?"
You feel one of their friends trying to trip you. The reason why they do it? No idea… until you step on the foot that almost have you face-first on the floor, pushing on it with your whole weight.
"Hey, you stepped on my foot!"
You pin the boy next to your ex with your gaze, "I could do so much worse than this, but I won’t. You know why?» you lean closer and sigh. "You’re a client. I can’t do anything tangible now, but wait until my shift is over. I’ll shove my leg so far down your throat you’ll suff-"
"I’m taking it from here.
Go."
Aki’s chest crashing against your back cuts you off. Turning, you see him looking at the group with a customer smile. A real one.
Then his fingers take a hold of the tablet still in your hands with one, smooth move. You go to snap back at him, but you know better than being too petty.
If he hadn’t stepped in, you would’ve ended up picking a fight that would cost you the job and a demerit note.
The implications in his tone snap you out of it. Your eyes set on him as you smile, just as you apply more pressure on the boy's foor.
"Of course. I’ll be at the bar if you need me."
The blonde-haired stranger curses you out but does nothing else to stop you again. You don't look back, not even when you hear the chick next to your ex speak ill of you. It should’ve hurt your feelings, but that girl looks so naive that you actually feel bad for her. She's too caught up in your ex's spell to understand that they are just using her for sex.
What a disappointment your ex turned out to be.
The moment your best friend comes back to the counter, any sense of anger and annoyance has left you.
Clients keep you busy until you manage to push your ex’s presence in the darkest corner of your mind. Saying you are grateful to them is an understatement.
Time goes by pretty quickly and before you know it, it's almost lunch time. Meaning you are about to end your shift.
Despite this, once you have some time to talk, the tall boy next to you turns on his heels so abruptly you swear you hear his bones crack.
Aki is speaking through his teeth when he whispers, "What the hell was that? Are you trying to get fired or what?"
Your hand reaches Aki’s to press it against your chest. "I could never leave you and your pretty face all alone in a place like this, Hayakawa. But that bastard still has the power to push my buttons all at once and I just can’t stand the sight of them. And that poor girl… I feel sorry for her."
"Your ex is not your problem any longer, remember? You finally get to live your life away from that shithead."
All of a sudden, Aki isn't looking at you anymore. His attention shifts on a group of people that is walking in now, and you look at them too from above your shoulder. The five of them are so beautiful that the people still in the cafeteria turn to stare at them.
But most importantly, they are deadly.
You recognise their uniforms, how could you not? Devil Hunters are a big deal, especially around colleges and other crowded places. Most of the devils’ attacks affect those ones, so at least a couple of them are always around to patrol the area and call the police in case of need.
Something in your best friend’s gaze set off all your alarms and you push him away. "You know them."
"Oh, we both do." he deadpans, fingers itching to grab the cigarette pack in his pocket. He still have three hours left before he can go on break, so he can't really sit out this one.
You snap your fingers in front of him to get his attention and when you do, he raises an eyebrow, unfazed. The one who's boiling is you and you alone, and you implode with an esasperate sigh.
"So this is what you’ve been up to, uhm?"
Aki cracks his fingers. "I don’t like the accusations you’re trying to make."
"Oh, bite me. Don’t tell me I wouldn’t notice you looking at the door like a teenager in love waiting for their sweetheart to show up.
Come on, what is it?"
Aki leans against the counter, bringing you closer to him. "If I promise to tell you this, will you do something for me in return?"
Oh-oh. Every time he asks you to do him a favour, you end up tangled in things bigger than you.
As if he reads your mind, Aki rolls his eyes. "Nothing complicated, I promise."
You fold with a scoff, arms crossed on the chest. "Fine. What do you want?"
He tries to fight back a smile. Unusual, for Aki Hayakawa rarely holds back on his happiness. Not anymore.
When he first met you, five years ago, his perception of life turned upside down. Including his view on showing emotions.
"I have this friend… hey, listen to me before saying anything, okay?" his thumb draws little doodles on the counter's space close to you.
"Like I was saying, I have this friend who’s always been kinda into you. I wouldn’t mingle if I wasn’t sure he might be a good influence in your life.
You know how protective I am of you."
This time you're the one to raise an eyebrow, suddenly feeling self-aware. "So you want me to go on a date with him or something?"
His eyes widens in shock. You fear he might have a heart attack if he keeps staring at you like a lunatic on stereoids.
"Woah. You’re the one who suggested it, not me. I was going to ask you if you could do me the courtesy of grabbing a coffee with him, just to chat, but you went all in by yourself. I won’t be the one to change your mind, now."
You say nothing for a while. Rather, you glance at the table the Devil Hunters are at to see what all the fuss is about.
Three girls and two boys are chatting, and the closest to the counter are a boy with sandy hair and a girl with strawberry locks. Her horns look so cute but on a second glance, their pointed edges look very sharp. A Fiend, you correct yourself.
Another young woman with pitch-black locks that descend on her face like silk curtains sits across them, right next to the tallest girl out of the three. She wears her long, blonde hair in a ponytail and out of the bunch, she seems to be the most stoic one. An eye patch covers her right eye, but that doesn't mean she has her guard down.
As for the rest, you can tell they are quite unique: the boy with red hair is stunning, achingly so. He looks like an angel- Wait.
"No-"
Aki nods, suddenly serious. "Yes. They are part of the same division I was in a few years ago. The one you convinced me to step back from when we got into college.
If you look closely, I’m sure you’ll recognise some."
Aside from Chainsaw Man — you got the chills just thinking about his true devil form — the Blood Fiend, Quanxi, the Angel and War Devil there is another person in the group. One you came across many times when you went to Public Safety’s Headquarters to hang out with Aki.
His dark eyes land on you just as you smack away your best friend's hand. By the time you regain your posture and finish staring at Aki, you turn and a scream build up in your throat.
The woman with the eye patch is now sitting at the bar counter, legs crossed and her gorgeous face resting on a hand.
She's fast.
Shitty human reflexes.
Her voice tone is quiet yet adamatine as she says, "Hello there. So you’re the one who convinced Aki to quit Public Safety."
You gulp and wonder if she hears it. Probably yes.
"H-hello, Lady Quanxi. I never thought I’d have the pleasure to make your acquaintance. And well, I wouldn’t say I forced him or something.
I just gave him a little push, that’s all."
She waves a hand in your direction, then looks at the tall boy next to you. "She’s cute, Hayakawa. Too cute for this world, I might say. Are you sure that she is your best friend? You seem too grumpy to have someone this cheerful around that can suck up with your dry sense of humour."
Your best friend exhales sharply, staring back at The First Devil Hunter without blinking. You don't dare to laugh, but a small snicker escapes you nonetheless.
It's as if you are watching an older sister scold her younger brother.
"Of course she is. And she's too cute for you, Quanxi. Hands off her, please."
The woman raises her hands, then returns to the table at human speed. After she does so, your eyes almost escape your skull when Aki pinches you. Out of surprise, you slap him across the face.
"Oh! What the fuck was that for?!"
"You startled me, you idiot. Were you trying to set me up with her? With Quanxi?" you start to sweat profusely. "Man, I don't know if I’m in for that type of thing. I mean, she’s the embodiment of ride or die — literally. I don't think I'm ready for that kind of carousel yet-"
Aki stops your rambling by shaking his head. Then he takes his hand into yours once more and points a finger towards the table.
"Look closer."
Dark, lush hair frame a slim face now turned in your direction, his beauty mark under the lips unforgettable. His eyes, despite being so piercing, carry the same warmth his smile radiates.
Yoshida Hirofumi.
Pretty sure the chemical burning Aki warned you about is eating your brain, you stare at the Devil Hunter in awe. "Nah, that can’t be. I must be dreaming. Pinch me."
Hayakawa does so again. Harder this time.
You punch his arm in retaliation and he simply huffs at your little tantrum. However, he drags you in a bone-crushing hug shortly after. Accepting it amidst laughs, you laugh in the crook of his neck and wait for your nerves to calm on their own.
So the person you had a crush on for the longest time ever feels the same about you. The fear of being rejected by him is what kept you from acting upon your feelings. Rather, you locked them away in a corner of your heart.
After all that time, after every heartbreak you went through, he's still there waiting for you?
An idiot. That's what you are.
Still looking at Yoshida, you dare to smile and your heart is filled with joy when he does the same. You whip your head towards Aki to look at him through the corner of the eye.
"Okay, I’ll go on a date with him. Let’s see how it goes."
The one to take the group's orders and bring them everything is your best friend. You prefer to watch the scene unfolding from afar. Hayakawa stays behind for a while, chatting with your crush.
Right before coming back he leans closer to Yoshida, whispering something along the lines of 'hey man, she wants to go on a date with you or whatever', but the group overhears it all the same and Hell breaks loose.
Not literally, but you fear for the well-being of the cafè for a good second.
Denji and Power are still howling, feet on the table and head thrown back in amusement, when Aki heads back to the counter with a satisfied grin; Quanxi and Yoru looked at one another for a moment, then each of them grab the kids by the legs and they facepalm on the table.
Angel is having none of it, and keep eating his ice cream as if nothing happened.
You and Yoshida seem to have the same thought because when you turn to look at him again, the dark-haired Devil Hunter is doing the same from above his shoulder. His smile reaches his pierced ears and something in your stomach stirs. Probably butterflies. Or hunger.
"He’s literally breaking his neck to get a better view of you. Goddammit, come here. Why am I doing all of this by myself?
Listen: now that we're settled, go and ask him when you two can go on a date."
Your heart drops at your feet. "Uhm excuse me, where you not there talking to him a minute ago? Hell no. You go."
Blood escapes Aki’s body, leaving him staring at you dead in the eye.
He acts as if you just said you killed his cat.
"I wouldn’t go on a date with Yoshida Hirofumi even if he was the last person on Earth. He’s your boo, not mine."
You stomp a foot, pointing a finger at him. "Stop it. I hate when you say “boo”. It's cringe.
Also, you were the one to set me up with him in the first place. Take the fall for it."
If looks could kill, you'd be burning amidst the flames of Hell by now. "No, I won't. And guess what? You're two adults perfectly able of talking to each other but neither of you was bold enough to confess, so I had to step in and set you two up. He never stopped asking about you, even after I left. And you talk in your sleep, don't you?"
His tone is steady, but there is a hint of amusement in his voice when he whispers:
"I’m tired of hearing you calling out his name in the middle of the night while you squeeze a pillow between your thighs. Fuck him and get over with it."
A shocked gasp falls past your lips and when you look back at the table, fearing the Devil Hunter heard you. They haven't, except one.
The man of the hour is gone. Oh, no. No.
NO.
Horrified, your gaze lands in front of you. More specifically, on the chair Quanxi was previosuly sitting on. Now Yoshida is sitting there for God knows how long, and a sly smirk is painted all over his face.
Aki follows your gaze, pinching your arm again. But you have no will or strength left in you to strike back.
Damn it. Your crush had just heard your best friend say out loud you have been dreaming about him for years. Wet dreams, at that.
Every night.
Hirofumi perches himself on the wooden surface, leaning so close to you that breath gets stuck in your throat.
"Have you now? Care to walk me through some of them over a coffee? Or dinner, maybe?"
Actually, you did more acting than talking. In fact, you showed Yoshida pretty soon some of the best bits of your wet dreams with him. Date after date, week after week.
Now six months had gone by since Aki set you two up and that night, right after you came home from a dinner out with the Special Division, you both had gone insane.
It all started as a joke: you under him on the bed, riled up because of all the teasing at the table, with the blue scarf around his neck dangling between your faces with every kiss Yoshida left on your cheeks, your neck.
Then one thing have led to another, and you eventually started the fire with a simple smile. Hirofumi have come to know you pretty well over time.
He was damn sure it wasn’t an innocent one. “Time for another round, isn't it? Come here.”
Yoshida had giggled in your ear and just like that, you relaxed and returned to the present.
His hands graze your trembling ones for a split-second. The soft fabric of the scarf he used to cover your eyes smells like him and you take in the scent as he continues to worship your body, so tensed and ready to snap under his.
Even after you have come three times, once while your lips are wrapped around his cock with a hand shoved in your drenched panties and twice under the relentless attack of his mouth and fingers, sensory overload still hasn't overcome your body. Stamina is one of your strongest suits, and so is Yoshida's.
He wraps a hand around his dick, coating it in your release to pump it two, three times as his words reaches you.
"Think you got another one for me? Uhm?"
"Y-yes."
Your ragged breath fans over his face as he leaned down to kiss you again. His tongue came out to play with yours as you sense the head of his cock breaching past the entrance of your pussy — he is huge. You barely have time to moan and arch against him before Yoshida straightens his back and placs your hands on his waist.
"Hiro', you feel so good- Fuck."»"
His fingernails bury themselves in the tender flesh of your thighs as he bottoms out inside you, cock pulsing and twitching against your walls. Another desperate whimper leave you right after, because he isn't moving.
Is he really throwing a gauntlet? When he's balls-deep inside you?
Fire begins to boil in your veins and it feel amazing. Pouting, you brace yourself on your elbows. Even blindfolded, you can almost see his eyes transfixed on your boobs. But when you pout again, his gaze shifts to your lips.
Yoshida always make sure to reward you when you beg for his cock.
"Please, baby. I can’t take it any longer. Please, move.
I need you." your voice is feeble, tears already pooling in your eyes. You are at your limit.
He tries to control himself, yet another shiver runs across your skin when he suddenly pulls you flush against his chest. With the new position, his cock goes even deeper and you writhe in ectasy. He is dangerously close to hit your cervix.
Again.
"Of course. You asked me so nicely, princess."
His hips start to move against yours slowly and you sigh, relieved.
But now, his pace changes. You should’ve expected it, but nonetheless you find yourself resting your forehead on his collarbone as he fucks you stupid.
The bed creaked under his movements and Yoshida urges you to lay on your back once more; when you comply, he slips out of your pussy just to slam back in. His eyes fall onto your face.
"Come on. Cum for me one last time."
You let yourself go with a strangled moan, breathing heavily against Yoshida as he draws a fourth orgasm out of you, fucking you through it as his own has him curse under his breath.
You milk him dry, but he still thrusted a few times more to pump his cum back into you. Only when you twitch in overstimulation does he stop and as soon as the softness of his scarf leave your eyes, the dim light shed by the moonlight help you see Hirofumi’s proud grin.
"You did so well." he whispers in the dark, caressing your hair as you both calm down. His heartbeat follows yours for a while but once you are stable enough to speak again, your fingernails trace his cheekbones and he tilts his head.
"Box checked for 'Wet dream n° 52'. You're even crazier than me for following through with them." you chuckle.
"Oh, shush. How many are there again?"
"Roughly around a hundred but who's counting?"
His gaze darkens but doesn't move a muscle. Tonight, you've done enough exercise for a week.
"Poor Aki. He’s not going to be happy about it."
"He’s a big boy, he’ll manage. It’s not like we never had sex while he’s in another room, remember?"
His hips snap against yours, teasing you, and a whimper builds up in your lower abdomen. "Yoshida."
He whispers against your lips, unbothered, "I didn't do it."
"I did."
You try to scream, you really do, but your partner is holding you so tightly against him that you eventually muster up enough courage to train your attention towards the place where the voice came from. To your shock, it did come from Yoshida.
No, from behind him.
And a gush of lust escapes down your thighs, excitement dripping down the already ruined sheets.
It's really happening.
All you do is watch and whimper in anticipation as a tentacle climbs up your leg, its head reaching the strings of your and Yoshida’s mixed releases. Hesitating at first, the tentacle then lapped up the juices and poked at your clit. Your hips buck into its touch and after you do, it vanishes again.
It only lasted a moment but it left you craving for more and Hirofumi's lust-blown gaze shows he has enjoyed it, too.
"Well, it looks like the Octopus Devil likes you enough to come out and play."
"I figured. Let it be from now on. I want to try something out."
The dark-haired boy’s grin now reflects yours. "Is this a spoiler for the next wet dream we're going to reenact?"
You kiss his beauty mark, beaming with mischief. "Oh, yes. Wet dream n° 53: 'Paint it, black'.
Fitting, right?"
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Crush | Part Two
Summery: Y/n starts to catch feelings for Mikey. What about Mikey?
Paring(s): Sano “Mikey” Manjiro x Reader
Warning(s): None
You had thought becoming friends with Mikey was unreal, then getting his number felt like a dream. He caught you before you could leave last week’s meeting, and you two exchanged numbers. You kept this between the two of you, given how your brothers reacted last time. Since then you two would text and call every now and then. One day, Mikey texted you and asked you to come over. As soon as you read the text, a bright smile crossed your features.
You hurried to get ready and head for the front door. So fast, that your brothers didn’t even have time to question where you were going. You left them with a quick “Going over to Emma’s, bye!” Then hurried out the door.
You practically ran over to Mikey’s house, you didn’t notice how out of breath you were until you reached the front door. You knocked on the door and waited anxiously. Emma answered, taking note of your uneven breath. “…Did you run here? Wait, what are you doing here?” She asks. You chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah and Mikey called me over.” Emma cracked a smile.
“You sure do come over a lot more when he calls.”
“You say that like you’re suspecting something.” You smirk. “Starting to sound like my brothers right now.” Emma only walks past you and leads you to Mikey’s room. “He’s in there.” She tells you. “Thanks.” You say before knocking. Emma shakes her head with a grin before walking back inside the house. Mikey answers the door after a few seconds, smiling as he sees you.
“Hey.”
“Hi.”
There was a brief silence between you two before you spoke.
“So what do you wanna do today?” You asked him. “You’ve been riding to Toman meetings with your brothers right?” Mikey asks, you nod. “Good, you’re use to it then.” Mikey says, walking past you. You follow him until you reached his motorbike. “Let’s go for a ride.”
Your eyes widen slightly. “Really?” Mikey gets onto the bike. “Yeah.” He looks to you expectantly. Your heart flutters with excitement before hopping onto the back. Mikey starts up the bike and you instinctively wrapped your arms around him. You could have sworn you felt him tense, but maybe it was just in your head.
You didn’t have time to give it much thought before Mikey starts off. The two of you rode for a while before it hit you. Mikey didn’t tell you where he was going.
“Mikey?” You say a bit loudly to be heard over the engine. “Yeah?” Mikey answers. “Where are we going?” You ask. “Huh? Oh. I don’t know.” You couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Really? You just wanna drive around?”
“Yep. Is that cool?” Mikey asks as he slows to a stop at the red light. “Yeah. I don’t really care where we go. This is great. I never thought I’d be riding with you.” You were thankful that Mikey wasn’t facing you as you said this. “I never thought me and you would be friends. I mean, not like I was opposed to be friends with you. Quite the opposite actually. It was just so unexpected. And now I’m riding along with you.” You smile grew warm.
“I really like hanging out with you Mikey.”
Mikey said nothing, causing you to grow anxious. Before you could save yourself, Mikey spoke. “Thanks Y/n.” He looks back at you. “I really like hanging out with you too.” He says with a soft smile. Again, your heart fluttered. Which, confused you. But you set that aside for now. The light turned green, and Mikey started off again.
Subconsciously your arms wrapped around him a bit tighter, and leaning in closer.
You walked into your house, a bright smile on your face. You had almost missed your brother greeting you as you stepped inside, as you were zoning off and thinking about your day with Mikey. “Hm? Oh, hey Souya.” You say waving as you made your way further into the home. You look down at your phone and chuckled at the text you read.
Angry looked to his brother, Smiley, who you didn’t even notice was around. “Nice day sis?” Angry asks. “Mhm.” You mutter as you type away at your phone. “You and Emma have fun?” Asked Smiley. “Yep.” You say as you walk away from the two and up to your room.
“….Something’s up.”
Angry looked to his brother. “You think so?” He asks. “Call it big brother instinct. But that look on her face was all the explanation I need.” Said Smiley. “She’s got a crush.”
“On…Emma?” Angry tilts his head. “Nah. On her brother, our leader.” Smiley tells him, and Angry quickly catches on. “Oh. Are you sure?”
“Come on bro. Y/n and Emma are best friends and have been for a while. Have you ever seen her that excited to go over to Emma’s place before?” Smiley questions. Angry hums, trying to think. “I guess not but. What if they just had something really fun to do today?”
“Today? She’s been acting like this for days. Come on, you see it too.”
Angry sighs. “Yeah…”
“Seriously?” You laugh. “There’s no way you did that Mikey, come on.”
‘It’s true. I really thought I had killed Baji. I didn’t meant to kick him as hard as I did.’
Mikey had just told you about a time when he and Baji were kids and were sparing in the dojo. Mikey had kicked Baji, maybe a little too hard, and knocked him out.
“Even then you had those devastating kicks huh?” You lean back further into the pillows on your bed.
‘He got me back though. Sorta.’
“Really? How?”
‘A few days later he knocked one of my teeth out. It was an accident, but, i considered us even after that.’
You could hear Mikey chuckle on the other end. You laugh as well. “You two sounded like brats.” You say jokingly.
‘You’re not wrong. But are you surprised? Look how we both turned out.’
“Fair point. Hey, I wanted to thank you for today. I had a really nice time with you.”
‘Me too. Wanna do it again sometime?’
There goes your heart again. “Sure.”
‘Cool, I’ll actually take you somewhere next time. Sound good?’
And again. “Yeah. That sounds great.”
‘Alright, see you then.’
The two of you hung up, and you clutched your phone to your chest. Despite the weird feeling in your chest, you couldn’t help but smile. Your mind racing at the thought of hanging out with Mikey again. A light giggle left you, then a gasp. You shot up straight in your bed, mouth slightly agape. Your cheeks turn warm as realizations settled in.
The realization, that you were becoming close friends with Mikey real fast.
The realization, that Mikey was so much better, so much kinder than you could have ever imagined.
And the realization, that you might be developing a crush on Mikey.
“Shit.”
This could only end poorly. For so many reasons.
Number one. Your brothers. Knowing their overprotective asses, you wouldn’t be able to hide a relationship from them. And they’d annoy and pester you constantly about it.
Number two. Mikey wasn’t just anyone. He was the leader of a gang. There would be risks, for the both of you.
Number three. There was no way you could tell Mikey you liked him.
This was happening way too fast. You had just became friends. So…Maybe this wasn’t a crush? “Yeah. Yeah, it’s just…admiration. That’s all.” You say to yourself. “I’m becoming friends with an amazing guy, and I’m just getting worked up about it. That’s all.”
Yeah. That’s all.
And yet deep down. You felt as if that weren’t entirely the case. And you weren’t sure if you hated it or welcomed it. You sighed and fell back into your bed.
“What now?”
“Hey Ken-Chin.”
“Hm?”
“What do girls like?”
Draken looked down at his shorter friend, confused. “What?” He asks, wondering if he heard him wrong. “Girls, what are they into?” Mikey asks. “You’re close with Emma. What does she like?”
“She’s your sister. Shouldn’t you know?” Draken raises an eyebrow. “Yeah but you’re her boyfriend. You’d know more than me.” Mikey shrugs. “I’m not her…” Draken clears his throat. “Emma isn’t the same as every girl on the planet. What she likes can be different from what some other girl likes. Why are you even asking that?”
“I wanna take Y/n somewhere she’ll like.”
Draken seemed to be taken back by that. “Why?” He asks. “Just cause.” Mikey says simply. “Ok…Uh, well. I don’t know Y/n like that. So I wouldn’t know what she likes or where she would want to go. Why don’t you just ask her yourself?”
“Because I wanna surprise her.”
Draken’s confusion might have taken over if he had not caught onto what might be happening. “You two do seem a bit more friendlier than before. I guess it would make sense, you wanting to do something like that for her.”
Draken took a second to think. “I guess I can talk to Emma. She knows Y/n pretty well.”
The next day, You met up with Mikey at his place. And as he promised, he took you to an actual place this time instead of just driving around. Not that you didn’t like just riding along with him. You were surprised, when he parked in front of the newest multilevel arcade that had just opened up.
You hadn’t had the time to go to it, not to mention when it very first opened up, the crowd was unbelievably huge. You wouldn’t have gotten inside.
The two of you headed inside, and right away you and Mikey were competing for the most amount of tickets. Mikey was surprisingly amazing at the games, however he came up just a tad short at the end.
“Look it’s my brothers.” You giggle as you hold up one of the prizes you picked out. It was a plush octopus, that switched inside and out. One side, was pink with a smile, and the other was blue with a frown. Miley chuckled. “Nice. I can’t believe you bought almost all of the plushies they had.”
There were four other plush toys, of varying sizes, under your arms. “They’ll be new additions to my collection.” You grin. “I see you spent all of yours on snacks and candies though.”
Mikey shrugs. “I don’t know why, just feels better getting this stuff from arcades than actual stores.” Just as you two were about to walk away from the counter, you noticed something from a high up display shelf.
“Oh!” You gasp. “That has to be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen!”
Mikey looked up at the shelf. It was a stuffed bear, but…it looked off. “Is that a mistake?” Mikey wonders aloud. “If it is, I don’t care. It’s so cute!” You say, eyes sparking. You then sighed. “Damn. Had I seen that sooner, I would have spent my tickets wiser. Oh well.” You say with a light shrug. “You ready to go?”
Mikey, still looking up at the bear, reached into his pocket and pulled out his remaining tickets. He looked down at them and grinned. “Just enough.” He says before putting them down on the counter. “Hey, get me that bear.” Mikey says, pointing at the prize.
“Mikey?” You mutter.
The employee takes the tickets and takes down the bear, then sets it down for Mikey. He takes it and hands it to you. “Alright. Now I’m ready.” He says before walking past you.
You stood in place for a moment, looking down at the bear with a slightly agape mouth. Did he just use his own tickets to get you this? Just because you wanted it?
“Y/n? You coming?” Mikey says over his shoulder. You look up and hurried after his side. “Mikey, you didn’t have to do that.” Mikey only shrugs. “You wanted it didn’t you?”
“Yeah but, those were your tickets.”
“Don’t worry about all that.” Mikey tells you. “You gonna name it?”
A smile slowly formed on your face. “Yeah. Thank you Mikey. That was really nice of you.”
“No problem.” Mikey says and looks over at you. Your gaze was on the bear, and the look on your face made him grin. He liked seeing you smile like this. He liked making you happy. Maybe he liked it more than he should. But he didn’t care.
He liked it. He liked you.
You neatly set the plushies you got from the arcade up along with the ones you already own. Though, you still held onto the bear Mikey got you. You walked to your bed and laid down, clutching the plush bear to your chest. A soft smile gracing your face as you fall asleep.
Meanwhile, Mikey was unable to sleep. He was up, parked on the side of the road and staring up at the night sky. He had been driving like normal, but found himself distracted. So he thought it’d be best to pull over.
And all night. He found himself unable to stop smiling. Unable to stop thinking of you.
“Oh boy.” He chuckles. “Now I get how you feel Ken-Chin.”
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If you haven't watched Around the world in 80 days with David, or if you simply don't want to get your heart broken by a Fogg x Crowley comparison, you should maybe scroll past this.
Oh, you're still here? Good.
Imagine this: It's been a few months since Aziraphale left. Crowley has been spending them drinking and sleeping away the days, ever since the second the angel disappeared from his eyes.
He hasn't been in contact with anyone, ignoring Muriel's attempts to get him out of there.
And he won't talk about it. He can't talk about it.
So, one day, Muriel stops by his flat to check up on him, finds him deliriously drunk, slumped over at the feet of his couch, probably fell during his attempt to grab another bottle and couldn't possibly get back up.
He's slurring, his hair a mess, his clothes rumpled. He must have at some point ripped his shirt open, maybe in despair or simple overheating, because Muriel could see his now bare chest, bracketed by his shirt, but there were buttons scattered around him.
Muriel hurries over to his side, grabs his hands and tries to get his attention.
"Mister Crowley?" They take his hand in theirs and give it a firm squeeze. "Please, Mister Crowley?" The demon won't look at them. "Crowley?!" They say, unintentionally in a similar way Aziraphale used to call out his name when he was worried.
His eyes slowly open and attempt to focus on the blurry, blindingly white image in front of him. Muriel repeats his name, and Crowley finally speaks.
"Aziraphale...?" His eyes are as open as he could get them, but the image is fuzzy as ever. Still, there's only one person his unimaginably drunk brain wants to see, so that's what he sees.
"No, it's me, Muriel," they try and correct him, but he doesn't seem to be able to listen. Or even care.
"My darling Aziraphale, you came back! I always knew you would." A couple of tears escape the demon's eyes, his glasses nowhere to be seen to cover them up as usual. "I always knew," he repeats, his voice breaking. "Well, no, I didn't know, but I hoped." He attempts to squeeze the warm hand still holding his. "I dreamed," comes a whisper.
"Mister Crowley-" Muriel attempts again, but gets interrupted once again.
Crowley brings their joined hands on his naked chest. "Feel my heart, Aziraphale," he whines his name. "It's always been yours. Waiting for you." He's properly crying now, sobs escape his mouth but there's also a faint smile there. "Now you're finally here, I can tell you everything!"
Muriel couldn't stand interrupting him again, he was smiling. Clearly, his own brain was deceiving him, but he was smiling.
He told them, thinking it was Aziraphale, about his travels. His blessings, when he was doing Aziraphale's job. And then he told them about his blessings, when he definitely wasn't doing Aziraphale's job.
"I saved a young boy's life!"
"That's wonderful," Muriel cooed.
"I just want you to be proud of me," Crowley admitted. "Just once." He looked them in the eyes, or tried to, anyway. "You see, angel, I've been alone for such a very long time. You were right to go. To leave me."
Muriel wanted to stop him, comfort him, tell him he was wrong. But he didn't seem to want to hear anything they had to say. So they remained silent.
"I could never have been good enough for you, I think you knew that from the start." His voice was now raw with emotion, no more whining. It was as if he was numb to those things he was saying. Like he'd accepted them. "I think we both knew."
With that, he closed his eyes and went to sleep. Soon, soft snores started coming from his mouth, replacing the heartbreaking sobs.
Around the world in 80 days, 2021. Episode 4.
#I watched the episode today#and my mind just kept screaming that this sounds like Crowley#it looks like him too#get it#cause it's the same actor#aight see you next time#with another heartbreaking post im sure#good omens#around the world in 80 days#around the world in eighty days#crowley#david Tennant#phineas fogg#david tennant good omens#good omens season 2#good omens break up#ineffable breakup#ineffable husbands#ineffable partners#ineffable divorce#ineffable idiots#my posts#atwi80d x good omens#my gifs
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Caught
You are Chans sister and he walks in on you and Felix doing the do.
Warnings; smut, piv sex, being caught, swear words, pwp, female reader.
Masterlist
Word count; 596
(BTW he looked so good in this Instagram post, you can't tell me otherwise)
‘Fuck baby right there!’ You were currently on top of Felix, with his dick buried deep inside you, backstage in the dressing room after his concert.
You were supposed to be here to visit your big brother from Australia, but you also hadn’t seen your boyfriend in the flesh in months either and you were both incredibly needy for each other to say the least, which is what lead to your current position.
Felix was laying on his back so you could ride him. Your shirt had been pushed up to sit above your naked breasts, whilst his strong hands held your skirt bunched up at your waist so he could see the sinful sight of your two bodies connected together.
You made sure to make short work on the buttons of his shirt, pulling it open to expose his toned skin. You couldn’t help but run your hand down his chest and across his nipples, causing him to squirm under your touch.
You were bouncing on Felix’ dick, head thrown back in pleasure as one of his hand held your breast, and the other working your clit when-
‘OH MY GO WHAT THE FUCK!?’
Your eyes shot open wide to the now very open and not locked door to see your brother with a disturbed look on his face.
‘Chris!’ You gasped and quickly brought your arms to your chest to try and cover yourself up a little and preserve some dignity.
Felix craned his head back to see who had interrupted you, not realising what you said at first. His eyes widened when he realised as sat up with a start,
‘Chan God I’m-‘ Before he could finish, Chan cut him off.
‘Ah I don’t want to talk right now! JUST GET DRESSED!’ He scrunched his eyes shut and covered them with his hand for good measure. As quickly as he came, Chan spun around to leave,
‘I’m going to have to bleach my eyes after seeing Y/N like that!’ The door slammed behind him and you could hear his footsteps hurrying away.
You dropped your head on Felix’ shoulder with a groan, mortified wasn’t even the word.
‘It’s kinda funny you gotta admit’ He chuckled above you, wrapping he arm around your shoulder.
You pulled back and laughed as you lightly hit his chest,
‘It’s not! I can never look my brother in the eye again!’ Felix once again threw his head back and laughed before lounging back on his elbows for support, chest still exposed as he gave you a seductive smirk,
‘Since I’m still inside you...Why don’t we continue?’ He licked his lips as he spoke to you.
‘In your dreams!’ You scoffed at his nerve. The moment was obviously gone for you so you slid his dick out of you and got up, starting to fix your shirt and skirt. Felix face fell when you rejected his advance and loss of contact, he couldn’t help but be dramatic and throw himself down on the sofa with a wine.
‘Babe come on! I’m gonna be hard all night if you don’t let me finish!’
‘Blame Chris!’ You retorted back to him as you walked into the dressing room bathroom to clean up, making sure that the door was locked behind you as an extra slap in the face to Felix.
Felix sighed to himself as he rubbed his hand across his sweaty face before stuffing his painfully hard member back into his trousers. He couldn’t help but think of all the ways possible he could murder Chan for being a cockblock.
#stray kids#lee felix#felix#bang chan#scenario#imagine#drabble#reaction#smut#fluff#angst#comedy#female reader#stray kids x reader#hyunjin#lee know#minho#han jisung#changbin#seungmin#i.n#jeongin#one shot#skz#jyp#k-pop#aussie
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Scary Guard dogs
CG! Damian P. x Little! Bimbo! Plus! Fem! Reader x Platonic! CG! Rhea R.
SFW! 18+ Minors DNI!
Warnings:Some Agere!, some cussing, yelling, interrogation, mentions of poor body imagine and fatphobia.
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A sweet girl on a mission, to find a limited edition dress that looked exactly like the one that Margot Robbie was wearing in the Barbie movie in the beginning of the scene of her in the dream house. After she reassured the people she was traveling with that she was find going on her own she stumbled upon the shop that had the exact dress in stalk. Only issue is it wasn’t in her size. Y/N looked at the mannequin through the glass and was dazzled by the beautiful dress. Having at the bottom of the dress the famous B for Barbie stitched at the bottom. She needed it. Her closet was nothing but bratz and Barbie outfits, what she could make and buy. This dress was a piece of her dream.
She went in the store and she looked at the tag for the item number to make it easier for the clerk to find if it has a bigger size. She hurried to the desk and asked the woman nervous of the outcome. “Oh we do actually, check over by the plus area and it should be there in the dresses. I remember putting it away.” The kind woman said pointing her in the direction. Y/N said thank you and quickly went to the spot, seeing the dress there in plain sight. She was so excited ready for the pictures and days out she can wear this with her significant others. But soon she was touched on the shoulder, she quickly turned around seeing a man smiling at her, a complete stranger. “Um hi, im sorry am I in your way?” She asked a bit nervous. “No baby you’re not, I was wondering if I could know you a bit more?” The dude was straight forward but Y/N just blinked and moved past him. “No thank you.” She smiled looking at jackets next ignoring the man. “Why not-“ “I have partners already.” Y/N said plainly still not facing the man who was now getting annoyed. “What’s that have to do with me? You can’t have any friends?” Soon talking stopped all around and Y/N completely ignored him. “Come on girl, I would honestly be doing you a favor.” Y/N stopped but knew not to face him, her ears burned a bit in some anger but she kept the smile on her face. “Plus who knows, you could be just telling a small fib because you’re scared I might hurt you or something. I’m harmless. You don’t have to lie saying you got a boyfriend-“ “Please leave me alone.” Y/N said with a sharp tongue. The dude just rolled his eyes and continued, trying to make conversation as she was searching for accessories with the dress. He peeked seeing the size, 2XL. His nose scrunched up and he smirked, not taking the rejection lightly. “It’s whatever, I don’t date fat bitches anyway.”
Her heart soon felt heavy. She was harassed for minutes by this dirtbag and he starts to harass her about her weight. “Like I said I would be doing a favor for you. Shit I might help you lose all that so you can look more presentable-“ soon his words were cut short. He was up against the wall, Y/N looked up seeing a very angry Damien, and a pissed Rhea. “Pumpkin we were trying to call you, your phone on silent again?” Rhea asking casually as the man that was harassing Y/N was pleading to be let go. Damien didn’t move him, the dudes feet dangling against the wall as he asked for help. The clerk saw the whole thing and was calling security but hung up as she sees that it’s being taken care of. “I’m sorry mama I was focused on the dress…” “It’s ok baby. Use mamas card to get it so we can go.” Rhea smiled and kissed Y/Ns cheek. She nodded and went to the counter with a sad look on her face.
“Odiaría manchar el suelo con sangre, simplemente usaré tu cuerpo para limpiarla.”
(“I'd hate to get blood on the floor, I'll just use your body to clean it up.”)
Damien snarled some in anger holding the man up higher. “Wait! wait oh my god what did he say?!” The man asked in fear.
“Damien deja ir a ese cabrón, no vale la pena. siempre y cuando él no la tocara.”
(“Damien let that bastard go, he's not worth it. as long as he didn’t touch her.”)
Rhea said back and he looked at her rolling his eyes. “Whatever.” He groaned. He dropped the man as he was gasping for air. “I suggest you get out my sight before I tear you apart bitch.” Damien said as the dude nodded and got up and out the store. Y/N was waiting as she was looking up at the mannequin with the normal sized dress on. Sighing from the words that the man said and trying to shake it off looking at her dress. “Princess?” Rhea walked up with Damien seeing Y/N looking at the same dress she bought. “Thank you guys, I just…I know you tell me not to let people get to me about my size. It’s just really hard.” Damien smiled and went over hugging Y/N kissing her forehead. “You’re gonna look beautiful in the dress you fit in. You are a beautiful angel to me and Rhea and no one can change that. We love you for who you are cupcake.” Y/N smiled and hugged him back, “Now how about we go home and get you in this to post some pictures? Then after that we watch the Barbie movie again?” She nodded fast and Followed her two guardians along the mall. They stopped making sure that she was in front of them and watched her surroundings. Happy she’s happy.
“We are very lucky Rhea.” Damien smiled. “Very, a shame we didn’t beat that’s dude skull in.” Rhea muttered and on que saw the man that was talking to another woman. He peeked at the two and turned while. They both shot looks in disgust as he was trying to entertain another girl bothering her. Rhea tapped a security guard and pointed at the man explaining what happened, and the mall cop nodded going over to get him out. She smirked at her deed. “Mama!” Y/N called and Rhea went to catch up as they head to the car.
#wwe fanfiction#wwe imagine#wwe one shot#wwe raw#judgement day#wwe rhea ripley#wwe damian priest#agere post#wwe judgement day
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hurry, i'm worried
labyrinth | ch. 1
It was that damn…melody. That sick, haunting tune. Once again. Over and over and…over again.
pairing: hyuckren x fem!reader
word count: 3.5k
genre: mystery-thriller, horror, angst
warnings: profanity (use of the f word), mental illness (some allusions to s/h, please don't read if sensitive), mentions of medications and psychiatry, polyamory, police, mild mention of sexual activity (minors proceed with caution)
disclaimer: this is a fanfiction purely from my imagination. I don't know the nct members and don't claim that they act like this in real life. I also don't condone any of the activity by any of the characters in this fic. I'm not a mental health expert and don't claim to be at all, if you are struggling please find some resources to help yourself or dm me for support <3
a/n: ahhh it's finally here! the series I've been wanting to write for SO LONG. I hope you enjoy the first chapter because I got this random burst of inspiration yesterday and wrote it all and I'm so happy with the set up! hopefully as it progresses it becomes spookier and creepier and I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing this already <3 lav out p.s. can you tell I love my mystery-thriller movies and kdramas hahah (send me recs!!)
It was that damn…melody. That sick, haunting tune. Once again. Over and over and…over again.
You wake with a gasp, shooting up in your bed, blood rushing upwards and dampening your hearing with a blunt drone. You groaned at the jolts of pain in your temples, your cold hands caressing the supple skin as you squeezed your eyes shut. 8:09am.
“Renjun-ah?” Your voice came out a lot harsher than you expected, but there was nothing you could change about it as you watched your boyfriend’s petite frame walk into your shared room, his soft, nimble fingers tying the buttons on his wrist.
“Yeah?” He barely looked at you. His attention was divided, long lashes flicking up and down his wrists, and you realised with a sick nausea that you were starting to become annoying.
You swallowed, throat dry and eyes burning with tiredness. “Um, nothing. Just wanted to check if you had left already.” It took everything in you not to mention the dream, the song, but you knew how he would react. As if like clockwork, he had the same reaction every single time.
“You just miss him, _. That’s why you keep having these dreams. Take your meds, and get some rest today, okay?”
You were sick and tired of hearing the same line every single day, almost as much as you were tired of having the same dreams. If there was something worse than being stuck in this insane loop of same same same, it was not having Renjun the way you always did.
But could you complain? Ever since…well, you were only a shell of the person you were before. You were bitter, grating, much like the shots of expresso you had once downed with your lover, squealing ‘Oh! That’s so strong!’ much to the disgust of the haughty young waiter watching from the corner. You felt your chest tighten with a tender nostalgia as Renjun walked over to peck you on the forehead, his lips as fleeting as that memory passing through your brain.
Take care of yourself today, honey. Okay?
“Take care of yourself today, honey. Okay?” You smiled, gritting your teeth at the irritation of his newfound predictability. Falling into this routine of stark distance and hospital-grade perfection. You were truly and utterly sick of it.
You counted to 383…no, 384. Three hundred and eighty…(I don’t know what I should eat today)…Three hundred and eighty-one...(Renjun’s probably sat at his desk by now…)…Three hundred and eighty-two…(…wonder if he’s thinking of me…)…Three hundred and eighty-three…(…is he eating well? What if he gets sick from all the takeout?)…Three hundred and eighty-four.
You dragged yourself out of bed, looking at the date glaring back at you from your bedside alarm clock. August 6th, 2022.
Three hundred and eighty-four days since Haechan had gone missing.
∞
“We should have studied French properly instead of just-“
“Oh, our French sessions were pretty fun,” Renjun raised his eyebrows while Haechan smirked at you suggestively, swiftly followed by you giving him a playful kick under the table to shut him up. “She’s pretty damn good.”
“Gross, Haechan. We’re on vacation in a nice place. You should have left your shameless thoughts at home.”
“Hmm, but we are in the city of love, aren’t we?” Haechan outstretched his arms like a comical cartoon character, making you and Renjun both look down in embarrassment, Renjun cursing softly under his breath. You watched a young Timothee-Chalamet looking waiter side-eye the three of you in the corner and your cheeks grew warmer. Yet, you didn’t really care. He was right. You were in the city of love with the only two men you had ever loved in your entire life. What was so wrong about that?
“Waiter!” Haechan yelled out, raising his hand like he was a primary school student in class, and both you and Renjun lunged out to make him stop being so loud. “Hyuck, oh my god, everyone’s looking.”
“Yes?” It was almost a blessing the waiter had come regardless of your collective bickering, and Renjun went first, speaking in perfect French. “We’d like number 3, please.”
“All three of you?” He frowned through his glasses, peering through the lens like he would look at spectacles at a freak show. You suddenly felt self-conscious, but Haechan started leaning over towards Renjun, acting like the waiter wasn’t even there. “What was that? What did you say? Number 3? I don’t want that one. Tell him I want number 4.”
“The young man over there will have number 4, please. And for me and my girlfriend, number 3.” You swallowed a smile at the way Renjun exasperatedly acknowledged Haechan, and the way Haechan looked just as confused as before. Once the waiter stepped away, you smacked Haechan’s thigh playfully. “You’re so embarrassing!”
“Am I embarrassing, or do you just wanna impress mister oui oui baguette over there?”
“Haechan!” You laughed. “What do you mean?”
“I saw the way you were oogling him. Tsk, tsk.” He should his head exaggeratedly and added. “You have the hottest guy sitting next to you and you’re just gonna eyeball him?”
“Leave _ alone, Haechan.” Renjun was now peering at the menu, squinting intensely. The soft morning sun illuminated his body, giving him a tender glow and making your heart feel warm with affection. He shook his head to the side to move his fringe away from his eyes. “Baby, I think I might have ordered you a shot of expresso. Do you want to change it?”
“Huh? No, that’s okay, honey.”
“Are you sure?” You felt Haechan’s breath on your shoulder, and you rolled your eyes, pulling his arm closer to your side as you looked up at him. “Yes, I’m sure. I can handle it.” The smell of dark coffee from the kitchen mixed with Haechan’s natural musk and your light perfume, and you breathed in deeply.
Haechan’s chest vibrated as he chuckled. “I’m keen to see this.” In front of you, Renjun smiled at the table, a mix of love and playfulness, and you scoffed. “I-It’ll be fine. It will taste good. I will drink it all!” You fake-slammed the table in front of you with your fist as both men started giggling slowly.
∞
You remembered the memory fondly as you watched the milk swirl and dissolve into the brown instant coffee mix. Too tired (lazy) to use the coffee maker, you settle on a bland concoction of going-to-expire-today lukewarm milk and instant coffee powder that’s at least 2 years old for your everyday morning fix. Taking a sip, you sighed. Yep, just as disgusting as ever.
You flopped down on the couch, turning on the TV at the same time, like a trained reflex. The rain outside poured heavy and relentless, just the right amount of ambient noise to send you right back into your slumber. But you stayed awake. You couldn’t be sleeping all day again. It just wouldn’t be…right.
Turning on an old favourite show, Gilmore Girls, you let it play as you opened your laptop. The battery reader on the bottom right corner shone nice and bright. 0%.
Of course. You groaned out loud, cursing underneath your breath. Of course, the day you felt the tiniest twinge of motivation to do something, your laptop was dead. Getting up from the couch, you felt a warm-hot liquid pour all over your pajama bottoms.
“Ah! Fuck!” You swore out loud, watching the coffee stain your crotch and drip onto the skin of your thighs. Clutching your laptop to your chest, you ran back into you and Renjun’s shared room.
You stared at his pajamas on the shelf, neatly packed and folded, as if he was so ready to move on. You looked to your side of the bed, messy as ever, the oldest bra you ever owned strewn across the covers.
How embarrassing.
You felt a mixture of anger, first at Renjun, then at yourself. Stupid fucking perfect Renjun with his crisp ironed clothes and his tidy side of the bed and his take care of yourself, honeys. Gosh, I hate him. As you said these in your head, hot, frustrated tears poured down your cheeks and dripped onto your collarbones. I fucking hate that man. I fucking hate myself.
You didn’t know how long you were standing there, but after a while, you rubbed the rest of the rolling tears off your face and walked out of the room. You plugged in your laptop, walked to the kitchen for some paper towels and half-heartedly wiped down the almost-dried coffee (if you could even call it that) on the couch, took off your soaked pajama pants and lay on your side, facing the TV. You watched Lorelai and her mother fight for what seemed like hours, you watched Lorelai cry on the shoulder of some hunk of a man who very clearly loved her, and then you felt yourself slip into a sad, restless slumber as the credits rolled.
∞
You woke at the sound of your phone buzzing next to your ear.
You blinked once, then twice. Then you closed your eyes and opened them again.
There was no way.
my teddy
i’m coming home
What the actual fuck.
You grabbed at your phone, fumbling, shaking. You dialled Haechan’s number – once, twice, three times. It was going through. It was going through.
“Renjun!”
“What’s up, honey? Are you alright?”
You sobbed uncontrollably into the phone, the screen now wet with tears.
“Shhh, I’ll be there soon, okay? Please don’t hurt yourself again. Thank you for calling me. I’ll be there, baby, in just a few minutes. I love you so much. I’m coming.”
“No…n-no…” You rubbed your nose, hating the way it squeaked. “No, Renjun, it’s about H-Haechan.” Silence on the other side, as if you had said a bad word. “He’s coming home.”
You could feel the gears in Renjun’s head clicking, choosing his next words wisely. “Let’s talk about it when I get back, okay?”
“Renjun, no, you don’t fucking get it. He’s coming back. My baby’s coming back…”
“Honey…”
“Don’t fucking call me that! Fuck you!” You shouted into the phone, you had no idea why. You were trembling with a mixture of anger and sudden fear.
“Okay.” You heard Renjun’s voice tremble on the other line, the sounds of the rain louder now, pitter-pattering over the line. “I’m sorry. I’ll be home soon.”
“So will Haechan.” You said, before ending the call.
∞
“Please, please, don’t tell her.”
Those words haunted Renjun every single day he thought about Haechan. His knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel. No, now was not the time to think about that. He kept side-glancing at the time on the dashboard, as if minutes would pass without his permission. The windshields scraped the glass with a jarring squeak everytime it moved, the rain pouring as strong as ever. He prayed silently for there to be no traffic on the main road he was about to turn into, not wanting to leave you home alone for another second.
His heart ached, thinking of the phone call, the bad signal in his car breaking up your cries. His eyes welled up with tears, but he quickly blinked them away, not wanting to get distracted. I need to get home right now.
Luckily, traffic moved at a steady pace, it not quite being rush hour yet, and he was pulling up to the driveway quicker than usual. He needed to remain calm and composed for you. He knew you didn’t mean any of it, and that you were having one of your episodes. He tried to think about what your psychiatrist had said, but his brain felt so heavy, like a burning lump of coal, black smoke shrouding any helpful thought he was trying to have. Dammit. I just need to go inside.
“_?” Not wanting to spook you, he started speaking from outside as he typed in the code for your shared apartment. “It’s me, Renjun, baby.” He paused slightly, wondering if he should wait for you to open the door. You clearly needed some space. Maybe he was imposing too much. Maybe you felt intruded, not in control. Maybe he should let you do small things like open the do-
“Renjun?”
At first it didn’t register, but as Renjun slowly turned around, his heart started pounding louder and louder in his chest and his legs felt like jelly. He knew what – or who – he was expecting to see, but the sight of him still threw him against the apartment door with a gasp.
There was no way.
“Oh my god. It’s really you.”
Renjun didn’t know what to say for once. Always the easy talker, known for making awkward situations normal, always known to have something smart to say. Nothing. His tongue felt like lead in his mouth, immobile, weighed down with the weight of a thousand stones.
“Renjun. It’s me.” He stepped closer and wrapped his arms around Renjun. He felt like a ghost for a split second, like his arms weren’t quite there. But then he smelt it. That faint smell of his best friends’ cologne he had used since their university days, back when they would go out for dinner after long days. Back before they had even met you.
Renjun inhaled sharply as the realisation hit him, his arms feeling more and more solid around his frame. “It’s really you. She wasn’t…but how did she…” Snapping out of his daze, the two men parted and Renjun thought about you.
Haechan called out first. “_! I’m home!”
∞
“So, you say you received a text message from Lee Haechan today before he came home?”
“Yes, yes. Here.” Your lit up screen illuminated the face of the officer, speckles of his stubble becoming visible. “Right.” He frowned, before handing your phone back to you, the charm jingling as he did. The tips of your fingers slightly touched his as you took your phone back, still staring at him with more questions than answers strewn across your features.
His chair made a high-pitched creak as he leaned back. “So, we have questioned him, as well as your, well…” The officer looked uncomfortable, almost squeamish, you reckoned at the thought of you having seduced not one, but two men in your lifetime.
“Yes, Renjun.” You spared him the misery. He nodded.
“Yes, and his story lines up with yours in terms of the disappearance. Lee Haechan, however, is saying that he cannot disclose where he was this entire time, because he just does not remember anything. We will continue to investigate his whereabouts for the past year. We have tried tracking his phone already, and we actually found its location.”
“Oh?”
“Yes, in your apartment.”
“Our apartment?” You were confused, and a weird feeling started brewing in the pit of your stomach.
“No, miss. At your apartment.”
“You mean the one I share with Renjun.”
The officer looked at you wordlessly, before flicking through the papers in his hands and passing one across the table to you.
You looked at it in utter disbelief. “W…what…”
“It was strange to us too. You didn’t mention to us that you had an apartment. Yet, we were able to find this under your name. We asked the owner, and she said you had indeed bought this four years ago. In person, too.”
“No way,” you breathed, your eyes as big as saucers. “Four years…” You would have been fresh out of high school, just about to enter university. You remembered being penniless then, having cut off your parents and working bizarre jobs just to get by. There was no way you would have even been able to afford an apartment. And the most important part was, if you had indeed done that, you would have remembered. Despite everything that had happened, and parts of your memory being faded due to the stress of the past year, there was no way you would have forgotten something so big as an apartment.
You sighed out loud, resting your head in both hands. You kept having those weird dreams…it always felt like, maybe they were…like…lost memories?
“I think my memory is just bad,” you chuckled uneasily, letting the officer ease back into the chair, some of his worry lifting off his shoulders. “That probably was me. Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” He drawled out the words, as if he didn’t really mean them. “We just wanted to inform you before we applied for the warrant because we’re going to search it.”
“Right.” Somehow, even though you had found out about this apartment 2 minutes ago, hearing that it was going to be searched made you feel kind of violated. The fluorescent white light started to feel hot against the skin of your face, and you were becoming aware of the stretch of time you had been here. Your leg started to jump, one of your many restless tics.
“Can I come?”
“Hmm?” The officer looked confused.
“Like, when you search. Can I come?”
He made a sorry kind of smile with his mouth and shook his head. You felt stupid for even asking, but the feelings dissipated when you watched the officer look increasingly uncomfortable, suddenly avoiding eye contact with you as if he was scared of you.
“So,” you leaned in, and watched as he cleared his throat and crossed his arms. “What does this mean? So, someone sent a text message using Haechan’s phone the day he came back. He said it wasn’t him, and now his phone is at my apartment?”
The officer gave you a blank stare, and all of a sudden, it all clicked.
“No, I-“
“Look, miss. We need to consider all possibilities. And your boyfriend told us that you’re…struggling with your mental health and currently on anti-psychotics…”
You gaped at him, not believing the words that were coming out of his mouth. “You think that’s supposed to make me uncomfortable? Yes, I’m batshit off the walls crazy, sir, thanks for acknowledging it. But I’m just not that kind of crazy to send myself a text from my missing boyfriend to soothe myself, I do know that.”
“That’s not what we’re- okay, look. Personally, I think it’s probably, like, a hack or something.” You recognised his ability to go off script, no matter how much he fought it, and you appreciated it, just a little bit. “We just wanted to check all the possibilities. We’ll be checking the footage around the apartment and finding out if anyone’s been coming and going, and we will search for the phone and check its usage.”
You nodded sharply. “Okay.”
The door opened, and a younger looking man inaudibly signalled at the officer in front of you. “That’s all for tonight. You are free to leave. Let us know if there are any updates, and we’ll do the same.”
∞
“So, what did they talk about with you guys?”
Renjun was slowly starting to come out of the shocked state he had been in for the past few hours as you nuzzled deeper into Hyuck’s warm body in the backseat of the car, the rain still roaring on outside.
“It was weird. They asked me about an apartment I own.”
“An apartment?” Renjun sounded curious, but you were distracted by the feel of Haechan’s slightly dry lips on your forehead, grazing the skin teasingly. “Haechan…”
“Let’s just forget about this for now. I missed you so much.” He pressed his lips against you, the kiss resounding in your skull.
“I missed you too.” You wanted to cry, laugh, scream. Everything was pouring out of you all at once, slow and viscous like thick honey on bread. “So much. You have no idea.”
“Yeah.” Renjun’s voice was silent. “We can talk more tomorrow.”
That night, your bed for two was a bed for three. Warm and safe, smelling like three instead of two. You were finally home. The dinner you three shared for the first time in over a year was quiet, all of you overwhelmed by the new familiarity that was now your new normal. Or old normal. It was all a bit strange. But it just felt so…right.
For once you drifted off to sleep naturally, not crying, or needing your pills or something to watch to distract yourself. It was like Haechan’s arrival repaired you, piece by piece, with nothing left over or loose from the reconstruction.
Everything felt right until the next morning, when you woke up to no Haechan next you, and you felt an insidious wave of anxiety waft over you, threatening to paralyse you. But then you heard chatter from the kitchen.
“She likes it like that now. Extra chilli. Make sure you don’t burn it.”
“Yes, ahjussi.” The unmistakeable nasal tone of your lover’s voice calmed you, and you were convinced you weren’t dreaming this time. This was real. Haechan came home.
You rolled over in bed and checked your phone. Old habits die hard.
Chills ran through your body.
my teddy
don’t worry. i’m staying inside.
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Not a queen - Prologue
Summary: You are no one. What if fate makes you queen?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Maid!Reader x Nick (Fowler) Barnes
Warnings: heavy angst, dystopian world, modern royal au, secrets,
This series takes place in the Two kings universe. I recommend to read this story first to understand this universe better. This story starts around 1 year before the wedding in arc 1 - Two kings
This is the 2nd arc to this: Of Kings and Queens Arcs
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The world is going to change. You can feel it. The wind told you so.
Of course, you can’t tell anyone about your dreams, and that the wind talks to you. So, you keep your mouth shut, and your head down. It’s the only thing you can do.
In this world the royal reign, and the normal people serve. Humanity got thrown back to the dark age when the war of the second sons destroyed the modern world.
“Y/N, stop daydreaming,” the elder maid tuts. Ruth is a nice old hag, always having your back. “We got to clean the prince’s chamber and the library. Then we are done for the day.”
“Hmm…” you nod. It’s almost the weekend, and you will get away from the castle for two days, relax and enjoy not scrubbing the floor or changing bed sheets. “Do you want me to clean the library or the chamber?”
“You already cleaned the kitchen. I’ll take care of the library, sweetie. You can take care of the prince’s chamber. Maybe you’ll get a glimpse of Prince Bucky too,” she gives you a wink.
“No-I,” you shrug. “He doesn’t even know I exist. Most of the time the royals pass us by without even noticing someone else is around. They live in a different world.”
“You never know, Y/N. Prince Bucky is a fine young man,” she says. “If you come out of your shell once in a while, you’ll see he will talk to you.”
“I don’t think so. Some months ago, I tried to talk to him and he ignored my question because that red-haired girl was around.”
“Natasha Romanoff?” Ruth huff. “She’s going to marry Lord Barton’s son. Romanoff is not interested in our prince.”
“Ruth, please. How could a prince ever be into me?”
“A girl can dream. Right?” she pats your cheek. “You’re a cute and smart girl. Kind too. A man would be blind to not see you.”
“Phew…done,” you sigh as you look around the prince’s chamber. Everything is clean, his clothes are in the hamper, and you even picked up the books he carelessly dropped to the floor. “Weekend, I’m coming.”
You’re spinning around, giggling as you will have the next two days off. “Having fun?” someone chuckles behind your back. The prince stands in the doorframe, watching you, a smug grin on his face.
“Sorry. I was just…” you trail off. “I just finished your room. I’ll go now, your highness.” You hurriedly grab your broom, dustpan, and bucket. “Have a great day.”
“Mouse, why the hurry?” he cocks his head as you try to brush past him. “Do you have somewhere else to be?”
“My shift is over. I got a long way home and want to arrive home before it gets dark. I don’t have knights around to protect me,” you quip, making the prince chuckle.
He quirks a brow as you walk past him and out of the room. You run off when he calls for you again. It’s not your job to keep him company or let him make fun of you.
You hurriedly make your way out of the castle, hoping to arrive home before the rain pouring down soaks your clothes.
It’s the worst day to forget your umbrella. “Oh no,” you crouch down to pick up the book the prince just dropped. You wonder how he can be here. Not moments ago, you bumped into him in his chamber. “Your Highness!”
You harrumph as he once again, ignores your existence. He doesn’t turn around but rather runs inside the castle to escape the rain.
“What…shit,” you turn around to walk back inside the castle. If you don’t return the book, someone might think you stole it.
Walking a little faster to make sure you can leave before the rain gets even worse you make your way toward the prince’s chamber. You take a deep breath and knock.
“Your Highness? You dropped the book outside,” you don’t wait for him to answer and step inside the chamber. “Your Highness? It’s me…uh…the mouse.”
“Mouse?”
The book slips out of your hands. “Your Highness?” you swallow thickly as not one prince but two, looking the same, stare at you with wide fearful eyes. “I-I didn’t want to interrupt. You dropped the book and…”
“It’s the maid I told you about, Nick.”
You step back when one of the men walks toward you. “We can’t let her go, Bucky. She will get us killed. What if she runs right to the council?”
“I won’t say a word,” you whimper. “Please.”
“Aw, mouse,” Bucky whispers lowly as he wraps his hand around your wrist, “you shouldn’t have entered the room…”
>> Part 1
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Barnabas Collins x Fem reader-Save Me.
Yns Pov:
Ugh What is happening? my head is spinning and my whole body is full of pain. The last thing I remember was that I talked to Barnabas and that then I would go for a little walk then I do not remember anything at all. I tried to open my eyes but instead of being greeted by light, I was only greeted by darkness.
Where am I? Why can I not see anything?
I tried to get up or try to move at all, but it was in vain, I could not. Now the panic began to creep in, I began to move my fingers and I felt that I was lying in some kind of coffin. Now the panic started to increase but I continued to move my fingers and finally I found a small hole and there I could feel the earth.
Now all the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place and now the panic began to strike hard. I have been buried alive.
What am I doing here?
How did I end up here? and who may have done this to me.
I started screaming for help and at the same time as I screamed I started knocking on the coffin lid.
Yn: Hello can anyone hear me up there? Please help me help me. Hello!!!!!
But it was like screaming for deaf ears no one could hear me. The only thing I could think of was Barnabas, he must be able to find me.
Yn: Please Barnabas please find me.
Barnabas Pov:
Barnabas: You Witch, what have you done with Yn?
I screamed as I stood in front of Angelique with my hand around her neck and was very prepared to kill her. One moment they were talking to Yn and the other moment I get a letter from Angelique stating that she has kidnapped Yn.
Angelique: Hello to you to Darling.
Barnabas: Dont you dare darling me Witch what have you done with Yn.
Angelique: If I could not get you, I really would not let the little slut get you either.
But you know what, darling, I feel a little kind so I'll give you a chance to save your little girlfriend.
I've hidden her in the woods but where I'm not going to tell you so you have to hurry I think little innocent Yn does not have much time left.
Barnabas: If you lie to me and if Yn dies, I will not hesitate to kill you.
I told her and let go of her neck and took advantage of my vampire speed and started running to the forest. Please hope I find her please do not let it be too late. Finally I thought as soon as I got to the forest and now I really have to concentrate I used my strong hearing it did not take long for me to hear a heartbeat.
It was Yn's heart I heard but it was very weak, I started running towards the sound and when I arrived, I threw myself on my knees and started digging with just a thought in my head.
Please Yn do not give up.
(Jumpskip) Yns Pov:
Yn hello yn, could I hear someone say my name.
I opened my eyes but very careful with a fear that I was still buried but instead of being greeted by darkness and a cramped space, I was greeted by light and that I was lying in one's big bed, it's not a dream I'm at home in Collins hall.
Barnabas: Yn Darling.
I turned to him and as soon as our eyes met I flew out of bed and started running towards him. I did not care that my whole body hurt and that I was about to faint all I could care was him. When I was close enough, I threw myself into his arms and began to cry in his arms.
Yn: Oh Barnabas, I knew you would save me, thank you for finding me I was so scared.
I felt how he started to hold me in a strong and secure grip then he kissed me on the head and said.
Barnabas: What happens or how far we are apart I will always find you I promise, and I swear on my immortal life that I will never leave you and she will never even get the chance to touch you again.
The end.
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All we’d ever need (Part 11)
Tommy Shelby x reader
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Tommy rolled over in bed, he was ready to wrap his arms around Y/N, even though when she had been repeating she felt so hot and would sleep in her underwear even with the current weather, it was necessary to light the fire, so his body heat was a big no for her. But the place next to his side was empty and she didn’t slap him in the arm in order to move him away this time.
His heartbeat rate was out of control, in seconds his body tensed and he soon realized of the noise somewhere in the house.
Taking his gun out from the drawer, Tommy hurried, there was silence upstairs, taking a look at the door it was locked, maybe they broke in through the back door of the kitchen, he moved past the drawing room and as soon as his eyes found the responsible for the noise, Tommy let a deep breath out and his arm with the gun dropped down.
Y/N was eating something, her back at him but he could see the fork she was holding in her hand while her hips wriggled from side to side.
“I thought the doctor ordered you rest.”
“Jesus Christ! You scared me.”
“My name is Tommy Shelby.” He grinned and held the chair open for her.
“The nightmares again?” She could tell Tommy was worried about something, but he wasn’t telling her the reason.
Sighing, Tommy took a couple of the cherries Y/N’s Mum brought them from the basket. “No, I turned around and you weren’t there.” Touching her skin, he looked so vulnerable.
Y/N moved his fringe away from his eyes with her fingertips. “What is it?”
“Nothing.” He lied.
He was worried for her and the baby. Tommy caressed her cheek with his knuckles, Y/N knew him so well immediately recognizing something wasn’t right, but before the silence could be filled with another round of questions he couldn’t answer at the moment, he decided to confess something else.
“This is the third time I dream with a girl.” Tommy confessed kissing the top of her head. “Couldn’t see her face though.”
“Again?” Y/N saw him nod. “Polly woke me up yesterday touching my boobs, my Mum wanted to know if it’s a boy or a girl, but I told her we don’t want to know.”
Tommy chuckled.
“Do you want to know?” Maybe he changed his mind.
“Oh, no I want it to be a surprise too.”
“Maybe you have a gift like Polly.”
Could it be? Through dreams? Perhaps it was just a coincidence.
“What are you doing up at this time?” He asked Y/N.
“Just wanted some pie, I couldn’t eat it earlier because I felt sick…” Y/N licked the cherries jam from her finger.
“At three in the morning?” Tommy placed the gun on the counter and started to make some tea. Turning around, he let his eyes lay on Y/N, her bump suddenly seemed bigger. After the incident at the clinic, the bump seemed to have popped up.
“Baby is hungry.” She grinned walking towards Tommy.
“Yeah?” Leaning in, he captured her lips, tasting the cherries in her mouth. “What about the baby’s mama?” Nibbling at her neck, Tommy took her hand in his and placed it over his pajama pants. “Daddy is hard.”
The thought of his child growing inside of her turned him on.
She purred and closed her eyes, he just unleashed something wild inside of her.
“Tommy…” He loved the way his name sounded in her lips. “We can’t… the doctor said…”
“I know.” He let out a deep breath, but continued to assault her neck. “I know… but there are other ways.” He proposed in a low voice that sent a shiver through her entire body.
“Oh.”
***
“I’m glad you’re staying over Y/N, otherwise we don’t see each other much.” Ada walked into the bedroom after the doctor came over for the routine check up.
Y/N smiled at Karl when he pulled up the covers and scared his Mum.
“I just wish this was under different circumstances.” Y/N admitted with a melancholic tone, she was holding the folded piece of paper that Tommy left that morning under her pillow before he left. He had a meeting with Campbell first thing in the morning in a church, Tommy disliked less being in a church than a meeting with Campbell, and that was saying a lot coming from him.
“Bet your Mum and Polly will come back with at least half of the things in the store.”
“Tommy already bought most of the things we’ll need.”
“He did that?” Ada tried to put on Karl’s shoes, but soon she gave up. “Well, I guess he just can’t control his excitement of being a father.”
Y/N thought of the scary times they had been through, using it to grow and learn from their mistakes, now they talked all the time and communicated effectively. They were practically at the best moment of their relationship.
“Tommy thinks it’s a girl, said he’s been dreaming of a girl with dark curls.”
Ada smiled widely. “He’s going to go crazy around if it happens to be true.” Placing her hand over Y/N’s bump, she added: “He always said he wanted to be a good father, not like our dad. That man would beat us badly when Finn cried, you know?… Once Tommy and I were carrying a bucket of beer for him and I stumbled and half of the alcohol fell to the ground, when we arrived home, dad hit Tommy with the belt and when it was my turn, he took the beating for me.”
Y/N’s heart broke by the story Ada just told her. It made her feel melancholic to know a sad memory of the man she loved.
“Am sorry… I’m supposed to share the embarrassing moments not the family shit we’ve been through.”
Y/N shook her head. “It’s alright, that’s part of his life too.” Tommy had told her he would never hit or raise his voice at their children, he was serious when he said he would be the best parent he could.
Ada sighed loudly, they lived things a child shouldn’t live. She started to move to get Karl something to eat.
“Before you go, I have something for you, look in the first drawer of the wardrobe please.”
“Ah, Y/N you don’t need to get me anything.”
“You’ve been helping me a lot Ada, and I’m sorry for all the trouble.”
Ada gave her the same look Tommy did, the looked so much alike. “Y/N you are family, there’s nothing to thank me for.” She found a small box.
“Nevertheless, this is the only way I can payback.”
“It’s beautiful, thank you.” Ada took the solitaire ring from the box, it was a gorgeous sapphire. Her sister in law walked towards the bed again to give her a hug.
Ada knew Y/N gave away jewels as if it was a handmade scarf, she had a generous heart.
Since James was visiting a friend to have a writing session, Y/N was a good company to her. And Tommy had been mad worried about her, so keeping her in Primrose Hill, away from Campbell was the best for now.
“Can you watch Karl for two minutes? I’m going to make a call.”
“Go ahead, Ada.”
As she was alone in the room with Karl playing with the wooden cubes, Y/N took the piece of paper and read Tommy’s words again:
She is a wild child
with a gypsy soul
that dances with the stars.
She has a free spirit,
a reckless mind and a rebel heart
that isn’t meant to be tamed.
Love her wild and
you will never lose her.
Ps. If it’s a boy I will write something else. Love, Tommy.
Her eyes filled with tears, she was touched by his gestures, constantly caressing her bump, telling her she looked beautiful, thanking her for carrying his child, the way he was with her was completely different to the Thomas Shelby the rest of the world knew. The contrast between the way he was with her and the other people, even his own family was evident. He was always making her feel secure and loved, she trusted him with her heart and soul.
Now, she was fully convinced he would be the best father for their child.
“Ada said Karl was here.” Polly walked in after a small knock on the door, taking the kid in her arms.
“Have you seen my Mum, godmother?”
“She’s packing…your dad made a mistake with a customer’s order and she is scared he will get wrong something else.”
“She usually leaves the gemstones organized just as my sketches so he will just place them.”
“You know how men are.” She saw her godmother roll her eyes.
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He had three weeks to kill Henry Wilson, but deep down he knew Campbell was taking that moment to make sure he died as well, he was just using the Crown’s orders as an excuse. Or at least he would get hanged for the charges, he had talked to Arthur and John about it, both brothers agreed that he couldn’t do it directly, if something went wrong, he wouldn’t be able to do anything else from prison. Arthur said he didn’t want John to get involved in that, so he offered to pull the trigger. But he would die anyways if he didn’t follow the orders of The Crown and the pro-treaty paddies, either way, he was in the fucking middle of a crossfire… if only his plan worked the way it had been playing in his mind, he could succeed on the assassination of the MP. His plans always seemed to work in the end, but still, now he was just worried about Y/N and his baby, what would they do if something happened to him? What about Polly and his brothers? Ada? And the rest of the family? He had a long list of people to protect, to look after.
And now, on top of everything else, he had a child to think of, he would be responsible for someone that was literally a part of him. What he had wanted for so long.
He needed to talk to Polly to make sure all his money, properties and assets such as horses, cars, factories, would belong to Y/N and their child. The third part of the Shelby Company Limited as well. The worry was getting the best of him at the moment. He still had so many things to do.
His mind was busy during the drive from the church to the betting shop with the different options he had, he needed to distract Campbell from the races, get the Lee’s in position, Sabini wouldn’t even know where to look at… he still needed to decide what to do about Campbell.
Tommy took the papers and signed them right there over Lizzie’s desk. If he didn’t, Polly would remind him for the rest of the fucking day.
“Are you going to send the books to Y/N?” Lizzie asked him taking the papers.
“No, she’s been having a couple of rough days, I’ll check them later.” He was passing the envelopes from the mail until his eyes stopped at the calligraphy he knew so well. Tommy took the letter opener from the desk.
“Mr. Shelby, you have a meeting wit-”
“Cancel it.” And with that he marched to his office.
Taking off his coat, he left it over a chair and walked straight to his bar to take a glass and a bottle of whiskey.
After the war he thought he was empty, then Grace came in and momentarily made him believe a man like him could find love, he knew she wasn’t made for this kind of life, he doubted the authenticity of her feelings and he still blamed himself for allowing her to hurt him the way she did. But in the end, he was glad it happened, because thanks to that, he was able to later find something genuine and healing in Y/N.
Should he burn it like the previous ones? Give it to Y/N and let her decide what was best? Why was Grace still writing to him if she was married and happy as she mentioned at the last letter he read from her, he never wrote back though, it was some weeks before he met Y/N. After they got together he stopped opening them. There was no need to go back to what had hurt him in the past.
That’s where Grace belonged.
His mind racing, thinking of his next moves.
Pouring the amber liquid, he downed it in seconds, pouring a second one, then after lighting his cigarette, he took a seat. Taking a moment to take a deep breath to clear his mind, he could feel a lot of things right there… already imagining different scenarios developing, then he allowed himself to take the envelope in his hand to open the letter inside.
Dear Tommy,
I hope this letter finds you well.
I wonder why you’re not answering my letters, I’ve already explained the only way to save you was by talking to Inspector Campbell, I hope you can forgive me one day for that.
My nights are not the same without you, I’ve never stopped thinking of you.
New York is incredible, there are some fantastic buildings, you would like that.
But I’m writing because I’ve just arrived, there are a lot of things happening but I can’t tell you over a letter, can we meet in person?
There are so many things left unsaid between us, what we had… can’t be forgotten overnight.
Allow me to make it up to you.
I’m staying at the Ritz Hotel, in London, Piccadilly. Suite 5.
The enemy you loved once,
Yours, Grace.
Tommy left the paper on his desk and took the phone between his fingers, when the woman on the commuter answered and asked where did he want to call, he answered:
“Ritz Hotel.”
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!: BLASTING WAVES CHAPTER 2
Today was one like no other!
Their first gig as a band. . .their amazing debut!!
The Suffocating Lobster was a peculiar restaurant at best, the amount of abnormal events that have happened in that place had made it the black sheep of all establishments in town. With that reputation though, underground artists had performed there, becoming for some a safe haven to express themselves. Yet, it was such a tight knit community, like everyone was family. . .for the people who had been there for a while at least. Newcomers were treated with indifference by the occupants of the restaurant. Especially one girl who came dressed like she just left an island vacation, Onaona Haunani.
She was an enthusiastic soul with a dream, with her best friend by her side, they would become the world famous grou-
“Rev It Up?” The waitress asked, bringing Ona out of her trance.
“Oh! Uh, yep! Me and my best friend’s band!” she replied.
“Okay, I’ll inform the manager, A DJ and singer right?”
“Correct!”
“Alrighty, well you two are up in thirty, here’s some water.”
The waitress put the glass of water down with a straw, soon walking away to go deal with other customers. Ona looked around the restaurant, it was dark, like a nightclub would be, but every thirty seconds the LED lights on the walls would surge brightly two times before turning off again. It was irritating to say the least, right! The lights!
She tried to get the waitress’ attention by waving to her, after at least thirty seconds, the waitress saw Ona and walked over to her.
“Do you need anything. . ?”
“Yes! When our band performs can you turn off the LED lights? Or at least keep them on completely? My fri-”
“Is sensitive to light? Gotcha. I’ll also inform the manager about that.”
“But-”
The waitress walked out of view to what Ona could only assume were other customers were on the other side of the restaurant. She’s going to watch out for that waitress, but I guess making such a request isn’t unexpected. Some amount of time had gone by, the music and the people going on about their day, and her water had been finished.
All of the sudden, there were whispers everywhere. All looking behind her with a range of emotions, mainly confusion and shock. Ona felt a few gentle taps on her shoulder, she smiled knowing who it was.
She turned around to find her favorite nine foot tall person, Maya Wright, towering above her as she always did. It was hard to see her because of how dark the restaurant was, but the surging lights made it easier to look at her.
“Gig?.” Maya asked.
“Oh yeah. . .the waiter said we had thirty minutes when I orginal-”
“HEY!”. The waitress hastily whispered to the duo.
“We’ve set up the stuff for you two! Hurry up and get on stage!”
Maya wore a surprised look while Ona looked like she was going to explode with happiness. She grabbed Maya’s arm and faced the waitress.
“Alrighty, where’s this stage?”
“Turn right here and go straight until you see a bouncer with blonde hair, tell him you’re the next performers.” the waitress told them as she pointed in the direction of the bouncer.
“Okay! Thank you! CMON MAYAAA!”
Ona started running towards the bouncer, leaving Maya waving for what seemed like a millisecond before they were off. One step closer to their debut!!
[CashMoneyBunny]:
UGHH! This is so boring!! We’re supposed to just watch these two go through a canon event all day!
[BlindingSun]:
We’re waiting for the perfect time to send in the scouts we sent to discover them! We know what they are capable of music wise, plus, the taller one is a survivor.
[CashMoneyBunny]:
Of the 3/9 incident?
[BlindingSun]:
Yes.
[BlindingSun]:
This is the second one we found that escaped the city mainly unscathed.
[CashMoneyBunny]:
Didn't she get dropped off at the recovery site?
[BlindingSun]:
Yes, I suspect it was a person.
[CashMoneyBunny]:
FOR REALS! NO WAYYYY!
[BlindingSun]:
They probably got harvested by the murder drones.
[CashMoneyBunny]:
Just thinking of them makes me sick!! ICK! <:d
[BlindingSun]:
Let’s refocus.
[CashMoneyBunny]:
Got it babes!!
A lot of maneuvering and apologies later, the two made it to the bouncer.
“Can I help you with anything?”
The bouncer had his arms crossed like any normal bouncer, an intimidating appearance, but who was Ona to judge? Her best friend was at least two feet taller than the average door frame!
“We’re the next performers.”
With a simple nod the bouncer moved out of the way, showing a dimly lit hallway. Maya ducked down and started to go through the hallway, Ona following after her. They found their way onto the stage where a single microphone and a DJ table were set up. Maya walked over to the stand, looking over it before setting up her desired controls for the songs they were going to perform. Ona hastily walked over to the microphone, looking at it before trying out the poses she could do with the stand while singing. People gave them a few glances here and there, wondering about the duo.
“Hey you two!”
A male voice came from the hallway, he had on a hoodie and dress pants. Strange fashion choice, but the duo didn’t comment about it.
“Hello. . ? uhm, who are-”
“I’m the manager, you two will be on in two minutes! Break a leg! BYE.”
As fast as he came, he disappeared. Ona stood there in shock, that was the manager? He was a strange fellow, everything about this club was strange, but what is there to expect from such a place?
“I know drugs when I see it.”
With how fast Ona’s neck snapped to look at Maya, her head would have shot off her body. She quickly walked over to the lanky woman.
“How do you know he was on drugs!? You can’t make assumptions like that-”
Ona had been rudely interrupted by Maya putting a finger to her mouth, then pointing at the audience they were gaining.
“Showtime!”. Maya said with a smirk.
Ona pouted at her before turning around and getting back to the microphone. Looking at the audience beyond the stage was nerve wracking to say the least. But Ona reassured herself as always that Maya would comfort her about it, even if it turned out horrible.
The sound of a microphone being tapped could be heard in all the speakers in the restaurant.
“Yo! Yo! Yo! We have a special performance for you tonight!”
“Coming in from the land of Amazonian Women, and the tropical islands of Hawaii. . . . .”
“REV! IT! UP!”
Ignoring the strange introduction, Maya put on the instrumental for their first song, “Tropical Frenzy”. Ona grabbed the microphone stand and sang her heart out, the restaurant making no sound besides the song and Ona.
Her voice was a shocker to the people of the restaurant to say the least. It was deep, but it was executed correctly, so it sounded good. One by one, people started to vibe with the music they were hearing. Maya looked at the crowd and smiled, Ona was not going to be shot with weird looks again!
[BlindingSun]:
Send them in.
[CashMoneyBunny]:
On it honey!
Four men outside the restaurant had gotten out of a white van. Walking inside to spectate the performance by the duo. After the second song, one of them got out a camera and started recording the band.
They were going big.
Whether they liked it or not.
“Do you want her documents madam?”
A chair got pushed back from the desk.
“Give me both Haunani and Wright’s records, this will come in handy for future plans.”
They are handed over files.
“I will take my leave, madam.”
The butler walked out of the room, if it can even be described as such. Screens covered every wall, keeping track of servers. Whether those belong to big companies or video games, we will never know. The person in the middle of this room wore spiked platforms that gave them an extra twelve inches of height. Sitting on a regular gamer chair, they pondered about the survivors of the 3/9 incident. Their company caused it, yet it was kept secret by the government. The only way they could help survivors without alarming the government was to give them success so that they can be well off at least.
Their “help” will hopefully make the survivors forget about the incident once and for all.
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Con Man's Daughter (9)
Hey guys, I am not dead. With Halloween on the way, how about something spooky.
[Masterlist]
(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 7.5) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10)
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Nino knows that his childhood friend can be eccentric at times.
That is mostly due to her rebellious spirit and her equally weird father who talks of demons and monsters when Nino and Kim came over for a sleepover at Marinette’s house while he was visiting.
They both are too embarrassed to ever admit that they were scared while Marinette remained entranced by the ‘bedtime’ stories.
Over the years, he had seen her do unexplainable things that were all brushed off as magic with childlike wonder. There were a few hazy memories of a shrieking Chloe being levitated into the air and Chloe being ‘cursed’ which he brushed off as a dream.
Marinette was very interested the moment anything supernatural was mentioned. Later, Alix and Juleka joined her in that odd hobby of hers.
The three of them would disappear for a weekend and come to school on Monday with scratches and bruises, passing them off as accidents from trying sports.
While he and Mari has known each other for years, there are still things that are hard for him to explain or rationalise when it comes to Marinette Constantine-Cheng and the inevitable conclusion was that it just is.
That was also the reason he was hiding in some room in the Agreste mansion, hoping that she would pick up her phone.
“Ello?” Marinette sleepily answered.
“Dudette, help.” He whispered as quietly as he could into the phone, hoping whatever it was that was after them couldn’t hear him, “I didn’t know who to call. We were just goofing around and now there is something chasing us. Please tell me how to stop this.” His voice filled with fear.
On the other side of Paris, Marinette shot up, more awake. “Hold on, Nino. What happened?”
“We are at Adrien’s house…and….Kim…he brought an ouija board. I swear we were just playing around and….Oh god, I don’t know what happened to him. Please help, Marinette.” Nino heard something moving and it felt a little colder than before. The hair on his neck raised.
“Hurry.” was the last thing he said before he hung up and covered his mouth and breathe as quietly as he could. How did things go this bad?
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The boys were talking among themselves about something or the other and Adrien’s room came up.
It devolves into the boys planning a sleepover in Adrien’s room while his father was out of town for his upcoming trip.
Max did a little hacking so they can sneak pass the security and Adrien let the boys in through the window.
They did the usual party games and played around in Adrien’s admittedly very cool room with the Arcades, mini basketball court, rock climbing wall, etc..
Then, Kim brought out the Ouija board because his reasoning is no sleepover isn’t complete without something spooky.
Plagg sees that this is a bad idea (He might be irresponsible at times but his holder might die from this because spirits are out of the his domain). He tried to get Adrien to not go along with it but Adrien ignored him thinking that Plagg was just being over-dramatic.
Plagg decides that the best thing to do was to find Lady Rouge aka Marinette since he heard from Wyazz that Tikki’s holder’s father is a famous magician who dabbles in the dark arts with the title Hellblazer. Where did Pigtails live again?
So the boys are summoning something but nothing happens for a few minutes so they takes their hands off the thingy. (Found that it is called a planchette.)
And the planchette began moving on its own.
Max tried to rationalise the phenomenon while Adrien excuses himself to find out that Plagg was missing.
He thought that Plagg was messing with him so he starts insulting the spirit and the other boys tried to get him to stop. When Adrien declare to cut the ghost off from camembert, everyone is confused. Then, the spirit starts to go crazy and attacking people.
The boys spilt up and ran. They were all glad that Gabriel was away because their screams probably had woken up the entire neighbourhood.
Adrien finally realised that Plagg wasn’t making things up or it was the kwami behind the ouiji board and by taunting the entity, he had fucked up. He followed the other boys out the door.
—--
Plagg arrived at Marinette’s place, just as she had just hung up with Nino and changing into appropriate sprit-hunting attire.
“Pigtails, I don’t have time right now but I need you to come with me. Adrien is in danger. You need to follow me right now.” Plagg stopped in his tracks as he realised what just happened and turned to face Marinette, “Wait, you knew?!”
“Knew what?”
“That Chat Noir is-” Plagg paused, “Adrien.” The kwami’s eyes widened at the implication.
Plagg was beginning to feel a sense of panic as bubbles didn’t appear when he said his holder’s name.
“Oh, that…it was kinda hard to ignore the enormous amount of destruction magic from the ring on Adrien.” Marinette said offhandedly as she shrugged on her red coat
“And Master Fu let you keep the earrings.” Plagg said with awe, eyes wide.
“Well…I am not giving him a choice about it and no one is going to do a better job than me right now. Besides, once I set my eyes on something, I am pretty stubborn in seeing it through. Burning Hawkmoth in his ridiculous suit is what I want to see.”
Plagg grinned, “Now I wished he had given me to you instead, Pigtails.”
“Marinette, we talked about this. No arson at night.” Tikki sleepily flew towards them. “Oh. And what are you doing here *yawns* Plagg?”
“My kit ran into some trouble with supernatural creatures. The non-Miraculous kind. I am here to ask for Pigtail’s help.”
“I was going to go anyways.” She opened her coat to reveal the inside pockets made especially to fit kwamis. “Hop in, Plagg. Tikki, go back to sleep. It won’t be long. I hope.” She said as she opened a portal to the inside of Agreste Mansion.
Tikki sleepily mumbled a goodnight as the portal closed before she flew back to the cosy bed Marinette made for her.
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Meanwhile Nino closed his eyes and breathe through his mouth quietly, hoping whatever the fuck it was chasing them would disappear when a cold hand touched him.
He screamed and tried to fight off the attacker who covered his mouth with their hand and turned him around.
It was Marinette.
“Nino, don’t give us away.” she hissed. “Now, are you going to scream when I remove my hand.”
Nino shook his head and she removed her hand.
“What? How…? How did you get in? Max said that the house has like insane security.”
Marinette gave him a secretive smile, “I have my ways. So where is this creature that you have unwittingly summoned?”
“It was in Adrien’s room…..but then, it chased us and- and we split up and I don’t where it is or where the others are. Oh my God, are we going to die? We shouldn’t have listened to Kim and play that stupid game. Adrien is probably already dead.”
“Why would Adrien be dead?” Marinette doesn’t seemed concerned that one of their friends might have possibly be a corpse but also looked bored with the entire thing.
“I don’t what exactly he was talking about. Something about getting rid of camembert.”
A muffled cry from Marinette’s direction made him look up but her expression remained unchanged. “And what happened next, Nino?”
“The thing didn’t like that apparently and it started going crazy.”
“Did you get a good look at it?”
Nino described the creature as best as he could.
“Sounds like a revenant or a wraith.” Marinette said thoughtfully.
“Is there a difference?”
“Kinda? I mean, if you see one undead hell-bent on killing people, you have seen them all. But depending on the type, ways of containing or getting rid of them are different. Sometimes, we can bargain with them to go away. Luckily, most efficient way to getting rid of anyone of them is by destroying what is anchoring them here. So we need to get that ouija board.”
Marinette stood up and opened the door of the room they were in, only for the ‘ghost’ to be on the other side of the door.
Lots of glowing symbols shows up on Marinette’s coat which causes the creature to scream as if it had been burned and flee.
Marinette looked disappointed and swore in English under her breath, “Dammit another wraith. Why can’t they bloody stay in Scotland?”
Meanwhile, Nino looked on in awe. “Woah, Dudette, how did you do that?”
Marinette pulled out a bunch of necklaces with symbols from every religion and a few protection talismans her father gifted her.
“Always useful to have a few of these on you at all times. Never know what kind of spirit you might run into. If you don’t have anything, salt will do in a pinch.” She explained.
Then, Marinette confidently walked out of the room, and Nino scrambled from his position on the floor to catch up to her.
“Where- where are we going?”
“To the kitchen, of course.”
“Why?”
“To get salt.”
“But why?”
“Did you think that I am going to do all the work? This is partially your fault and you called me here at the middle of the night when you know how hard it is for me to wake up in the mornings and get to school on time.”
“Sorry about that, Dudette. I would have been dead without you. But why the salt?”
“Salt is believed to be pure and ward off spirits….” Marinette listed why salt is the number one thing you should have on hand during supernatural situations and the zombie apocalypse.
Embarrassingly enough, she had forgotten to refil her salt reserves before coming to the Agreste Mansion so she hoped that Gabriel is not one of those rich people who doesn’t keep salt in their house. If not, she could lock herself in the bathroom and teleport home to get some.
Marinette decides to not tell Nino that the worse thing the wraith would do was knock him out and have nightmares. And then, he will wake up in the morning with a slight headache and feeling a little emptier and depressed as they would like to feel on happiness. (They are mostly harmless on the supernatural scale of what she has faced and the victims usually get better in a week or a year at most if the wraith had been feeding on them for a long time. Plus Nino deserve this for waking her up at 12 am to fix the boys’ mess.)
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On the way to the kitchen, they met up with Kim and Max who were hiding and jumped out to attack Nino and Marinette whom they thought was the beast after them.
Unfortunately for Nino, Marinette moved out the way of the attack causing the two boys lost their momentum in their surprise and crashed on top of Nino with Kim at the top of the pile. (For those wondering about Markov, he can be either at home charging or got lost when the wraith attacked.)
Kim recovered first and recognised the raven-haired girl. “Marinette! You are here. We are saved.”
Max looked up at his friend’s exclamation, glasses eschrewed, “How did you get in here? By yourself, there is a 5.3% success rate of getting in here.”
“It’s Marinette, Max. She’s magic and she can get into wherever she wants.” Kim stated in the same way one would say the sky was blue.
Marinette helped them up so poor Nino can finally breathe properly, “Nino called me for help. We were going to the kitchen to get some salt. This place like a maze.”
“So how did you get in here?”
Marinette smirked, “Like Kim said, Magic.”
Kim fist-pumped the air and laughed.
However, Max frowned, “That is not a definitive answer.”
“Sorry, Kante, some things are best left unanswered. Now, come on. We need to get salt.”
“Can you at least tell us why we need salt?”
“Salt, in most culture, is believed to be pure and an excellent repellent for most undead and supernatural creatures. Same with silver and iron. Those ancient people knew what they were doing. Anyways, if you want to see the light of tomorrow, we need to be armed, boys.”
Kim mock-saluted, “Aye, Aye, captain.” Marinette giggled.
They raided the kitchens for bags of salt and grabbed a few silverware just in case. (Marinette reluctantly grabbed some camembert at Plagg’s insistence.)
On their way out, they bumped into someone and Nino threw a fistful of salt into their face.
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“MY EYES.” Adrien screamed.
“Oh shit, dude, I am so sorry.” Nino tried to help his bro the best he could with a bag of salt in one hand and the other clutching a silver fork.
Kim and Max lowered their ‘weapons’ when they saw who it was and went back on guard in case the wraith came their way while Marinette looked around for something to help Adrien.
Plagg used the opportunity to get back to his holder after Marinette guide Adrien into a nearby bathroom to rinse his face while the boys stood guard outside.
Once Adrien recovered, “Marinette, how are you here?”
“A little black cat god with a stinky breath came to me while I was sleeping and told me to follow him here because he needed my help.” Marinette deadpanned.
Adrien stiffened and panicked internally. Oh my god, she knows. Master Fu is going to take Plagg away and I won’t be Chat Noir anymore. whatdoidowhatdoido
Marinette grinned and laughed, “Nah, I am just kidding. Nino called me, in the middle of the night by the way, about the trouble you boys got yourself into. You sunshine owe me a nice large of coffee with extra cream and sugar in the morning.”
Adrien nervously chuckled along with her. “The cat thing. Was it just a joke?” he asked weakly.
“Is he even trying to be subtle at all?” Marinette thought but she answered him anyways, “I was just messing with you.”
“I am going to see if the others are still alive. We will be waiting for you to get done.” she said before closing the door behind her.
Plagg came out of his hiding place, “Hey, kit.”
“Plagg, you are alive. Where have you been?”
“Of course, I am alive. It will take more than some measly soul to take a handsome cat like myself out. As for where, I went to seek the comfort of my dear camembert while you kids mess around. You can’t deny it but I told you so.”
“You were right, Plagg. I shouldn’t have ignored you.”
“That’s why you should listen to me more often.”
“I am going to get you more camembert after this.” Adrien paused in his excitement.
“What’s wrong?”
“Did you do like what Marinette told me?”
Plagg laughed, (although oblivious sunshine boy didn’t notice that it sounded a little forced), “That was just a coincidence. Headphones kid called her as soon as he managed to find a hiding spot. Besides, some kwamis can travel in dreams like Nooroo but I am not one of them. So stop worrying about the ring being taken away if you think that pigtails might have found out who you are.”
“Thanks, Plagg.”
“No problem, kit. Now get out there before your friends starts to worry.”
—--
Adrien armed himself with a salt shaker and a silver spoon. (His father might be angry if he finds out about this.) He looked around and saw that Marinette wasn’t armed.
“Hey, Marinette. Where’s your salt? ”
Nino answered instead, “Marinette don’t need it. She has her own protection thing and it’s awesome.”
“Oh, I wanna see.” said Kim.
“It’s nothing, guys.” She replied, “Religious symbols have gained power over the years and they can keep spirits at bay. A few ‘Hail Marys’ or some prayer from a holy book can buy you some time.”
“Just show them your bling, Mari.”
She sighed and opened her coat so the boys can ooh and ahh at the many protective charms and symbols she wore.
“This is like some Supernatural shit.” Nathaniel commented.
Marinette rolled her eyes but kept quiet the fact that she had visited the Universe of that show. (Speaking of, she should sent Jack back a letter.)
—--
Surprisingly destroying the ouji board was the easy part.
Adrien volunteered to be the bait while the others were in charge of keeping the wraith busy. They also ran into Ivan, Natheniel and surprisingly Luka along the way.
Luka gave her a look which Marinette chose to ignore as she laid out her plan.
“Mari…”
“Luka, your mother would be very proud of you. Sneaking into a mansion late at night and using a sleepover as an excuse. If she knew, she would be popping the champagne.”
“She doesn’t even know that I am here.”
“More reason for her to be proud. Besides, I will make sure to take care of what you are worried about.”
“Just know, I have your father on speed dial if it turns out to be something stupid.”
“I am not that reckless.”
“And Lady Rouge didn’t jump into the mouth of a T-Rex just last month.” (Yes, Luka knows too. He immediately recognised the person who would be dramatic enough and take the opportunity to be a mysterious person with a terrifying power like Lady Rouge is often portrayed as.)
“I am not like her. Besides, this is a routine job at most. I am more surprised that the wraith stuck around even though it is in the presence of a Miraculous.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Apparently, Miraculous are the equivalent of a repellent to the supernatural.”
“Is that why you guys haven’t been stirring up trouble in Paris for the past year?”
Marinette grinned as she finished setting up the salt circle in an elaborate pattern that would alleged hold the wraith while buying time for her to completely destroy its source, “Yeah. We had to look outside of Paris to get anything.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Great, if the boys are ready, let’s get this show on the road.”
“MARINETTE, what do you mean look outside of Paris?”
—--
Adrien taunts the wraith and draws it towards the room (A guest room) where the circle was and where the rest of the boys were hiding in.
They all poked it with the silverware and threw lots of salt at it so it got inside the circle.
Meanwhile, Marinette booked it to Adrien’s room where the Ouji board was and started chanting to cut the connection between the wraith and the board.
But before she started to chant, she noticed something particular about the board. Looks like her work wasn’t done for tonight.
After cutting the connection, she took pictures of the board before asking Plagg to destroy it.
She walked into the guest room where the boys were all passed out on the floor.
“What’s wrong with my kitten?”
“He’s fine. They all are. Cutting the wraith’s tie to the mortal realm made it release the energy it had collected so far into a blast that knocked them out. They will be fine in the morning with just a slight headache with the probable side effect of seeing glimpses of each other’s memories in their dreams since wraith feeds on memories and what not.”
Marinette walked up to Luka and woke him up with a slap to the face.
“Ow. What? Mari? What happened? What did the three of you do now?”
“Do you remember anything?”
“I went with the boys in your class to sneak into Adrien’s house while his dad was out of town because Juleka and Rose were worried they might get into trouble. We were finishing a pillow fight and was going to do something else. I can’t remember what.”
“Temporary amnesia like I suspected. You boys have been missing for three days.”
“What?” Luka sat up in panic and rushed out of the room before realising he was still in Agreste Manor. He took his phone out to see only a few hours had passed.
“That was not funny.” Luka said as he re-entered the room where Marinette was dragging a passed out Ivan.
“It was to me. Now help me move them back to Adrien’s room because it’s not long until dawn and I don’t have the energy for a clean up spell.”
“What are we going to tell them when they wake up?”
“Nothing. You are going to tell them nothing.”
“What?”
“They probably won’t remember what happened in the past few hours the same as you. So that means that my powers will remain secret.”
Luka picked up both Max and Nathenial. “Why?”
“One, to better hide my extracurricular activities. And two, I promised my Maman that I will try to live a normal life as possible and that would be impossible if they knew.”
They cleaned up as best as they could and Marinette made sure that all footage of last night was erased.
She portalled herself directly above her bed as soon as she was done.
Luka pretended to be asleep when the others woke up an hour later.
They all hurried to sneak out of the house as the sun rose.
Thus, Adrien’s first sleepover ended.
—---
The next morning, the chef hired by the Agreste was confused by how little salt was left in the bag he brought just a few days ago.
The cleaning maids were surprised at how much of a mess the usually neat Adrien had made of his room last night.
Adrien decided to make a stop at a coffee shop and bought extra large cup of black coffee with cream and sugar. He didn’t remember why exactly he felt like he had to buy it until Plagg filled him the blanks and told him that he had called Marinette last night and she asked for that in exchange for keeping quiet about the sleepover.
Adrien placed said cup in front of a tired Marinette who perked up at the smell of coffee, causing Alya to squeal at the scene.
Only for her boyfriend to later also enter with a large cup of coffee and placed it in front of Marinette.
“Why are you giving my girl ridiculous amount of coffee?” Alya asked, completely baffled as boys continued to filed in with cups of coffee which they all placed in front of Marinette.
The boys didn’t have an answer for her but they knew that last night, they had messed with something they shouldn’t and Marinette was the one who saved them.
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(Part 10)
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