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math test - p.parker x fem!reader
posted jan 27th, 2024 3:28 pm
came up with this cutesy idea the other day, hope u enjoy :)
summary: Peter's tired of allowing Spider-Man to be a shitty boyfriend, so he makes up for it the only way he can think of that wouldn't get you in trouble.
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It was nearing 2 in the morning when Peter slowly lifted his window open from the outside, not so gracefully falling inside once it was a wide enough gap, followed by him stumbling several times as he tried to close his window while simultaneously trying to take off the red and blue spandex suit that so badly needs a wash.
The sound of his old bed frame creaking caught Peter’s attention once he finally pulled on some sweatpants.
He whipped around, his gaze immediately falling to your half-asleep figure in his bed, a familiar sight now, one Peter had adored. Your half-opened eyes tried to focus on his silhouette.
“Shit, hey sweetheart I didn’t mean to wake you” Peter’s whispered apology was laced with a soft muffled tone as he pulled a hoodie over his head, not bothering to fix his hair as he made his way towards his bed. “Didn’t know you were sleepin’ over tonight” He said with a tired smile playing on his lips, the bags under his eyes failing to distract you from the beauty that was your sleep-deprived boyfriend as you merely scooted over for him to join you.
“Supposed to help me study for that test” you mumbled, no malice in your voice, no hints of irritation, not even a slight sadness to your voice at the thought of him forgetting about your plans. All you cared about at this moment was your boyfriend cuddling with you, using all your energy to open your arms for him to slide into.
Peter stopped dead in his tracks, looking down by the nightstand and seeing your backpack on the floor, a math book sitting on the floor beside it next to a few pens. So that’s what he tripped on when he came in.
“Oh, man. I’m sorry, doll. We can work on it first thing in the morning, swear.” Peter promised, giving into what you wanted and sliding in bed next to you, wasting no time in wrapping you in his arms.
“It’s due tomorrow, and I have to leave early for that dumb field trip.” You mumbled into his shoulder, not meaning to but making Peter feel all the worse for forgetting as he softly smoothed his hand up and down your back.
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By the time Peter woke up the next morning you had already left, leaving behind a note on his desk.
”don’t think too hard about that test, I’ll just ask if I can have extended time on it. I’m just happy you got home safe”
The little hearts surrounding your name at the bottom and the emphasis on him getting back at all seemed to have the opposite effect on Peter than you had intended.
As now, he just seemed more determined to fix this problem he had made.
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You laughed as your friend lifted her arms into the air, taking in a big deep breath as you both finally got off the bus, “freedom!” she exclaimed.
“We have that test in like 30 minutes” You reminded her with a smile, earning a glare in response. “Buzzkill”
You chuckled this time, before watching her lift her finger and point behind you, turning as you followed where she was pointing, “that’s geek charming, what’s he doin’ here?” she asked quietly, expecting you to have an answer as you watched your boyfriend hurry over to you, green folder in his hand.
“No clue, I’ll meet you inside” You smiled at her, watching her nod and smile back in response, walking backward towards the school while she obnoxiously waves and says “Hi, Peter!”
Peter waved back, finally in front of you as he turned his gaze to see you already looking at him, with a soft smile.
“Hey,” Peter matched your smile, holding out the folder to you before you could respond. “For your test, you forgot your math stuff in my room, so”
You smiled, taking it gratefully, “Thanks, Petey. Although I don’t know how much help it’ll be-” Peter cut you off, “I mapped out in your notebook exactly how you can find any answers for the test and explained it in notes how I knew you’d be able to understand” You looked at him in awe as he rambled, watching as he took off his backpack and fumbled with it before pulling out your math notebook and handing it to you. “Peter-” “I almost wish I could take the test for you, I’ve just had so much to do lately as you know who and that’s no excuse for ditching my best girl when she needed my help so I figured this was the least I could do” Peter continued, taking a breath once he had finished.
You set the folder and notebook down on the grass, pulling Peter into a tight embrace. “This is nice” he mumbled into your shoulder, squeezing your waist ever so slightly. “I love you, Peter Parker” You mumbled back, pulling back just enough to set a soft kiss to his lips.
“I love you more, now go pass your test and make me proud, you can do that, can’t you, sweetheart?” Peter smiled at you, chuckling as you placed one, two, three more kisses on his mouth before pulling away and grabbing your stuff.
“When I pass, you’re buying me dinner, baby!” You said, beginning to walk away.
“Whatever you want, doll!”
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Ruby: Hey, Jaune, I know we've met your sister's and all, but what about Extended Family?
Jaune: Well, About that ...
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Jaune: Hi Aunt Cynthia! It's been a while hasn't it!
(Champion) Cynthia: Indeed it has Jaune. Your sister's keeping you busy?
Jaune: Don't you know it. How's being Champion?
Cynthia: Tiring some days, detracts from my time to search ruins and hunt for relics and myths- Though i wouldn't change it for the world.
Cynthia: You've got a lot stronger at Beacon, huh? Let's test your skills in battle!
~~~~~
Darkness: You really must grow a spine cousin! You're the only Man in your Family, and you should act like it!
Jaune: I- I know Darkness ...
Darkness: Hold yourself High, Speak Clearly and With confidence and Teach those Girl where they Belong, Beneath Your Heel!
Jaune: Well, They're my friends-
Darkness: Grinding it down in the back of their heads, Pushing Their Faces into the D-Dirt!
Darkness: Making them clean it with their tongues, perfectly subservient to your whims or else they'll be punished~
Jaune: ... Darkness?
Darkness: *Holding herself, Shivering* And Gods that Strength~ Leaving Marks, throwing them around as Ragdolls~ Hmm~ The P-perfect Man~ To use them at your Leisure~
Jaune: ... This is why I don't talk to you about leading people.
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Jaune: And Pyrrha's nice and helpful, teaching me how to fight.
Link: *Pouring Honey over Salmon*
Jaune: She reminds of your old friend Mipha in a way ... Kind, powerful, but too shy for her own good.
Link: *Pauses at Mipha's name, resumes*
Jaune: People think there's mutual respect, when really She's too scared to not be Pyrrha Nikos, Four Time Regional Champion and Argus's Sweetheart, and call them out on their BS. She's tired of the Fame. I just hope I can be the person she's not scared of being herself around.
Link: *Puts Fish in Oven, Turns to Jaune, Signing* I wish I could help you be that ... It's really a matter of time, and proving your reliability and the respect you have for her. Lords know that's what it took for Zelda to see me as her Anchor, not her Leash. Something to rely on in a storm, not fight against.
Link: After all, the most important thing we can give another is our Time. Don't squander yours.
~~~~~
Jaune: Aunt Sam-
Samus Aran: No you can't take apart my ship.
Jaune: I'm Jaune, Not Claire.
Samus: Right, I get all you confused.
Jaune: You seem stressed.
Samus: I'm always Stressed.
Jaune: More Stressed. You're Molting.
Samus: *Pulling loose feathers out* Yes, and it's stressing me out, Now if you don't know how to help me fix my armor, Shoo.
Jaune: *Hugs her* Take a breath Aunt Sammy.
Samus: *Shaking*
Samus: *Sinks to the Floor, Crying* I- I miss them.
Jaune: I know. I know.
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Jaune: I just washed the walls and ceiling, could you please not walk on them?
Gwen Stacy: I dunno ... It's pretty Fun!
Jaune: Gwen, Please.
Gwen: Fine. *She Falls to the floor, landing in three point*
Jaune: Why do you do that everytime you're over.
Gwen: To get a rise out of you. *She slings a chair beneath her* It's pretty fun.
Jaune: *Sigh* Why am I always the target- Go mess with, what's his name? Kilometer? Whatever your boyfriends Name- HMM!
Gwen: *Webbing jaune's mouth, Blushing* he's not- We're not- Shut UP!
Jaune: *Smug, Mouth still covered in Web*
~~~~~
Jaune: ... And that's not even a sixth of them.
Ruby: ... That's all on your mom's side?
Jaune: Yeah, I only got Uncle on My Dad's side.
~~~~~
Mama Arc: HELLMOND BIORACY ANGEL! YOU ARE MY BROTHER IN LAW, AND YOU WILL TEACH MY SON ON HOW TO GET ME GRANDBABIES!
The Helltaker: *Scared for his life* Yes Ma'am!
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Hello! Could you possibly do jealous! Billy loomis x reader? Like Stu and Reader are talking to Steve during his shift at the Movie rental, similar to the scene in the first movie. And maybe Steve starts getting a little flirty and handsy towards the reader once Stu walks away to find and bring Billy back over to Steve and the reader. Sorry if this is bad or doesn’t make sense- this is my first time requesting anyone
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Billy's Jealous ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
⊹ฺ Requested by a lovely Anon! ♡
⊹ฺ Characters: Billy Loomis (Scream 1996)
⊹ฺ Contains: Swearing; Billy being semi-intimidating; Jealous Billy; Set before Scream; Gender neutral! Reader (They/Them used); SFW; 652 words
⊹ฺ Note: I hope you enjoy, sorry for the wait! I also wasn't sure if you actually meant Steve (as in Casey's boyfriend), or Randy, but I just kind of assumed Randy. If I was wrong, please let me know and I can fix it. ♡
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(Y/N) rolled their eyes at Randy who stood between Blockbuster's movie racks and the bullshit leaving his mouth.
What Randy thought he would accomplish by rattling off everything that sucked about (Y/N)'s favorite horror movie to Stu was lost on them, because it was doing nothing but annoying them. None of Randy's criticisms held any substance and the teasing smirk on his face that bordered on cocky. If anything, while (Y/N) had never exactly been clingy toward their boyfriend, they found themselves wishing Billy were still standing close by. (Y/N)'s lips set themselves into a frown, their eyes looking toward Stu for the briefest second. The eye contact they made felt like it was good enough to get their point across. Even though (Y/N) silently asked for it, they felt annoyed dread pool in their stomach as Stu walked away, barely excusing himself.
Randy reminded (Y/N) of a little boy. He was exactly how the adults in their life described boys with a crush to be; annoying, slightly aggressive, and very antagonistic. Upon making that realization, (Y/N) hoped that Randy wouldn't annoy them as much since they had an understanding. Unfortunately for (Y/N), they were wrong. "You know, Tatum was right every time she told you to shut up."
Randy just scoffed in amusement. "Yeah?"
(Y/N) glared at him and crossed their arms. "Yeah." They turned away from him, passing their gaze over the movies, hoping the Meeks boy would go away and actually do his job. These days it seemed like it was too much to ask of him. Randy was already fired once, his superiors should do it again sooner or later. Even though they weren't showing Randy any attention, he continued to talk and talk.
Strong arms wrapped themselves around (Y/N)'s body, pulling them close. They nearly screamed until they opened their eyes, seeing Randy in front of them. (Y/N) let out a breath. It was just Billy.
"Randy, what do you think you're doing?" Billy's voice was low next to (Y/N)'s ear. "Does my baby look like they care about what bullshit you have to say?" Billy's tone was threatening, and (Y/N) felt as though they could listen to him talk like that for ages. (Y/N) felt protected, warm, and admittedly a little flustered.
Randy's eyes widened slightly, and (Y/N) watched as he tensed up. They laughed a little, relaxing into Billy's chest. "N- No." Randy answered, his voice nearly shaking.
"No what?" Billy asks, moving to step toward Randy. Billy still had an arm around (Y/N)'s shoulder, but they knew it could be only a matter of seconds before they were out of Billy's arms and there would be nothing they could do about it.
Randy seemed to hesitate before answering, as though he were incapable of restating Billy's question. Fear seemed to have choked the boy up. (Y/N) bit back a laugh. After his most recent bout of making an ass of himself, (Y/N) couldn't find themselves feeling any kind of guilt at seeing Randy uncomfortable. (Y/N) reached up to hold Billy's hand with their hand from the opposite arm.
"No, your b-" Randy quickly changed his wording. Whether it was to save himself or not, they weren't sure. "(Y/N) doesn't care about any of the shit that I have to say." Randy's response came out rushed and he had put emphasis on (Y/N)'s name, further solidifying the idea of him trying to save his own ass at this point.
"Right." Billy mockingly grinned, showing teeth. (Y/N) felt a dopey smile creep onto their face as Billy moved away from Randy and back to where he was before. "So, why don't you go do your job." It wasn't a question or request. "Don't wanna get fired again, right?"
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Responding to your line that you put in the water for izzyxreader asks —
Maybe reader is super tough all the time, and so they and Izzy bond over repressing feelings and everything, and then Izzy goes through his transformation and healing era and the reader feels abandoned because everyone on this crew is touchy-feely and now they’re all alone in putting mind over emotion
But then they find out some really bad news (maybe they lost a loved one or something) and fall apart at the seams, and Izzy is there to pick up the pieces
Idk
[AN: I try to leave it vague as to what the bad news actually is, so I'll leave it to your imagination! This is my first time writing X Reader fic, so I hope it's any good! Also, I am posting this on mobile, so I apologize for any formatting errors]
FALLING APART [IZZY HANDS X GENDER NEUTRAL READER]
Izzy Hands is the only one on the ship who understands you. Or so you thought.
These days, it doesn't seem like anyone understands you at all. Izzy included.
It used to be you and Izzy against the world. The two of you understood what it means to be pirates: It means bottling up the fear and the sadness and the… all of it. It means facing the world with a brave face despite how you might feel inside.
You both understood that. Once.
Izzy seems to have forgotten. He wears his emotions on his face now. He talks about them. He wears the title of Unicorn with pride. Things that Izzy wouldn't have been caught dead doing once upon a time.
It seems so easy for him now. He sits with the crew, smiles with them, congratulates them on a job well done. He belongs with them.
And all you can do is watch.
You're almost envious of his ability to change, to grow. It was less lonely being an outsider when Izzy was on the outside with you. Now, you just have to look in and watch as he builds this fantasy family. You wonder how much it will hurt him when it comes tumbling down.
"You could join us, you know," Izzy tells you one night as the crew huddles together by the light and you stand on your own. "No point in you drinking all alone."
You scoff and wave him off. "I don't do well with people." It's an old excuse, one you've used for years.
Just as he always has, Izzy sees through it. "You don't need to push them away. They're... not what we thought they were."
You narrow your eyes at him. "Just because you've gone soft doesn't mean we all will."
Izzy looks at you with something like sadness in his eyes. "The invitation's open."
But it wasn't an invitation you could accept.
Not until later, when a letter comes for you.
As you read it, your hands begin to shake. Your vision gets blurry as your eyes fill with tears. Before you know it, your entire body is trembling.
"Fuck," you whisper. "Fuck!" You shout it at the sea, crumpling the letter in your fist and hurling it at the ocean.
You can never catch a break, can you? The world loves punishing you no matter what you do. People like you don't get a happy ending.
That's something you've always known. You're a pirate and pirates' lives are full of bloodshed and misery and death. A happy ending has never been in the cards for you. Hell, you never even expected a happy middle.
You've never seen the point in crying over the shitty hand you've been dealt. Expressing emotions changes nothing, fixes nothing. So what's the point?
But in this moment, you can't hold it all in. You fall to your knees as tears hit your cheeks. You sob so hard you can hardly breathe. The world around you becomes a blur as you begin to cry.
Strong hands come to wrap around you. Your first instinct is to fight, to shove away whoever is offering you comfort. But you're just too tired and weak to bother.
"I've got ya. I've got you, love." Izzy's soothing voice washes over you as he pulls you into his lap. "I'm here."
Not long ago, the idea of Izzy Hands gently holding you as you fall apart would have been laughable. But here you sit, curled up against his chest as he rubs circles into your back.
You hiccup, trying desperately to regain some control over your breathing. "H-Hurts," you whimper through the tears. "Fuck, it hurts."
"I know," Izzy says softly. "I know, love. I know it hurts. Just let it all out, yeah?"
He presses a kiss to your temple and you squeeze your eyes shut. Sob after sob wrecks through you and you're powerless to stop it.
There's a reason you keep your emotions to yourself. Crying is painful and it's weakness and it fucking sucks. Why would you choose it if you could lock it all away instead?
But somehow crying in Izzy's arms doesn't feel quite as bad as you feared. It still fucking hurts, but he holds you through it, whispering gentle assurances all the while.
And when you've finally cried yourself out, a part of you feels… lighter. Like a great burden has been lifted from your shoulders and all it took was falling apart.
"Shit. I'm sorry," you mutter as you wipe your eyes on the back of your sleeve.
"Nothing to apologize for," Izzy says. "How are you feelin'?"
You hesitate before answering. "Better," you admit somewhat grumpily.
He smiles like he knows how much it pains you to admit that crying helped. "It's easier to fall apart when someone will help pick up the pieces." He reaches up to cup your cheek, brushing away a few stray tears with his thumb.
You swallow and if you had any tears left to shed, you're certain you'd start crying all over again.
Instead, you just wrap your arms around Izzy and hold him close, burying your face in his neck.
"Thank you," you whisper.
He holds you close like it's easy to do it. Like being there for you isn't the burden you know it must be. "Always, love."
And you believe him.
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Hey Honey how are you?? Can you write a enemies to lovers with Nat Scatorccio x Fem! Reader? Nat and reader dont really get along and only gets worse when she is with travis bcz reader and travis hate each other and the girls always have to step in so they dont fight (kill each other lol). But yknow they cant stand each other because they are in love, maybe girls help Nat figuring it out that she likes reader in a truth or dare game? Thank you!!
The Night of the Party
͙⁺･༓☾ - Summary: You and Natalie practically hate each other, especially after she started dating Travis, until the night of the party.
Pairing: Natalie Scatorccio x reader
Warnings: ...
note: thank you for the request! I haven't written an actual fanfic before so I hope this lives up to your expectations 😭
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"Over here!" Jackie called, you shuffled the ball trying your best to avoid the opposing team. You had noticed Natalie, throughout the entirety of practice, eyeing you; stalking your every move in attempts to steal the ball from you. This left you with no room for thought, she was constantly breathing down your neck, so you'd decided to ignore Jackie, running even faster to the goal. Normally you were a team player, making it fair and square for everyone around you, but when it came to Natalie your ego took over, you gave her side glances in attempts to get rid of her - but to no avail. As you neared the goal your palms started sweating like crazy, I mean it was just practice, but you couldn't let Nat win at any cost. She positioned herself parallel to the goal and parallel to you. Van was ready to block your kick and Natalie brushed her bangs out of the way so that she could focus on the ball. You knew how determined Natalie was, so as you gave her a hunting stare, the frustration inside of you grew like a fire.
Your strike was filled with force, it was tactical, but too rage infused. Somehow you had mistaken Natalie for the goal, subconsciously you just really wanted her to get out of your way, your brows furrowed, eyes fixed on the landing - you had hit Nat right onto her goddamn face.
You stood there as Coach Scott rushed to asses the situation, your teammates stared in awe.
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"Nat I'm sorry it was just an accident I swear-" You pleaded, "Fuck off" was all she said, giving you the death stare of a lifetime and slamming her locker while holding a paper towel to her bleeding nose, you wondered why you even tried to apologise at this point, it all felt useless and repetitive. You sighed, walking up to Jackie and Shauna who had just finished changing. "You should've passed, (y/n), maybe then she wouldn't be so pissed at you" Shauna knew what was going on between you and Natalie, everyone did, it was too obvious lately, and that's why she didn't blame you - she merely glanced at you, disappointed with the constant feud you and Nat perpetuated. "You saw how she targeted me right? I mean it's not even my fault!" you spat out whatever reasoning you could, a slight guilt trailing your voice, "you two are always fighting, everyone's tired of having to break it up, just kiss already" Tai laughed, walking past the three of you. You scoffed, turning back to your friends. "It doesn't matter, (y/n), she'll get over it. Are you coming to the party today?" Jackie intervened, your team was celebrating nationals and had all decided to go to Jeff's party, you weren't too sure if you'd even wanted to go though. Jackie noticed your tight nit lips in response to her, "please?" she whined, "it'll be fun I promise.". "fine, I'll go." You gave in with a slight smirk, Jackie screeched in approval, Shauna laughed and you left early.
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You didn't live too far from the school, so you'd decided to walk despite Shauna offering to drive you back. You turned your head curiously as you saw bleach blonde hair in your peripheral, and as you turned you saw Natalie talking to someone. Travis - you hated his guts, your teeth gnawed as you gazed intently while he was all over Nat, he tried to hit on you once a while back, but you never liked him, not at all. His back was faced to you as Natalie had her arms around him, looking directly at you. Still walking, you looked away, a grimacing expression painting your face. If you never liked him before, you definitely didn't like him now, you weren't sure why though, it's not like he did anything really, he was a huge dick but not enough to induce your deep deep hatred. All you wanted was for him to go away, only because he was a pain in the ass of course, I mean that was it, right? It was such a burden that you had fully convinced yourself that if he hadn't shown up your life would be a hundred times better.
You and Natalie weren't always spiteful towards each other, you used to hang out quite a lot, usually smoking and listening to music, there were moments where you two got so close it felt like something could've happened. At the end of last year, as you began dating guys and hanging out with Jackie and Shauna more, you and Natalie grew apart, to the point where she felt like a stranger to you. At first you stopped talking, then you began making remarks at each other - slowly, the anger between you built up. You didn't like it, but at this point it was second nature.
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A loud honk surrounded your house, you peered outside of the window seeing Jackie and Shauna. Grabbing your bag you swiftly ran down the stairs and towards the car. "Hey (y/n)!" One of them exclaimed, "Wow you really went all out, I've never seen you wear such a flattering top", it's true, you usually wore super casual clothes - too casual, though well put together. "You dressing for someone?" Jackie winked with a sly smile, leaning her neck against the seat to look back at you. "No, of course not." You chuckled, unnoticed panic in your answer, and it was partly true, you didn't really think of dressing for someone, in retrospect you may have spiced it up for a reason, though you'd never admit it to yourself.
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You stood leaned over a kitchen counter, a red solo cup touching your lips as you gazed at Lottie rambling about something, her hands gesturing and mouth moving so quickly you had just spaced out, absolutely no thoughts in your head, until you heard a familiar voice. It was Natalie Scatorccio, you didn't look, you had just assumed she was flirting with Travis or something, after all the music was loud enough to block out any coherent words from her and the people around you apart from Lottie, who was still talking to you.
"Hey Lot, I'm gonna go refill my cup - you want anything?", she paused for a moment and shook her head. Your head began spinning slightly as you filled your cup with an unknown drink, it was definitely doing a number on you, but after today it didn't really matter much. "(y/n)! Come with us we're gonna play something" You turned to Van as Tai crept behind her, "play what?" You perked up, "just some games, me and Tai got the idea", you followed them to the living room, waving your hand for Lottie to follow suit. There were less people, as everyone was mostly likely outside or making out in one of the guest rooms. It was merely your soccer team (admittedly, only some of them) and a couple of guys, including Travis. You sat the furthest away from him, next to Lottie and Shauna, leaning your head against Lot as Van and Tai tried their best to get more people. "Travis is such a dick." You stared at how he ignored Natalie, "I know right, who even gives him the right..." Lottie agreed, though her head was in the clouds. She knew how you disliked him. "what are we doing?" Inquired Shauna, "hmm," Tai didn't seem so sure, they clearly just decided to go with the flow, and you were too drunk to care "truth or dare?". "really?" you laughed slightly, "we're not in preschool, Tai".
After a while you were persuaded, alongside everyone else who were sober enough to think that idea was boring. You lifted your head off of Lottie and watched as everyone played, also noticing how everyone got more drunk by the second. Your eyes landed on Natalie as she laughed about something with one of your teammates. Eventually, it was your turn. "(y/n), truth or dare" you heard it from Van. The whole time you had observed how Van and Tai were laughing, talking about something while giving you glances, you noticed them speak to Natalie about something too, after which she playfully punched Van's shoulder. Now you were patient, as Van gave you the most malicious look you had seen, she was up to something - so you decided to play it safe. "truth". "boooring!!" Natalie remarked, "Oh shut up Nat" you bickered. She mocked you, causing a small argument, "Ladies, get a room, it's not the time." Tai broke you two up, Natalie crossed her arms and sat back down, a slight blush patterning her complexion, earning a hateful stare from you. "okay, (y/n), who do you have a crush on." "oh come on Van, ask me something interesting" Your eyes rolled around the room, music booming in your ears "nope, you have to answer, rules of the game", her snarky tone made you laugh, "fine, okay, I don't really have a crush on anyone" Van wasn't impressed at all, she gave Tai a look of disappointment, and you grew even more curious than you were before, "what? It's the truth!" You argued, slight defence in your voice, "I'm not buying it", you sighed and watched as Travis left, Natalie didn't even look at him, you became worried - did they have a fight? Did they break up without me even knowing it? It was true, you and Nat weren't the closest of friends, you weren't friends at all, but you always knew what happened in her life. "so? come on (y/n) don't be boring" you heard Nat say, snapping you out of your thoughts and scowling at her as she wouldn't put to it to rest. You gave a look of defeat towards Lottie, "have it your way. they're in this room, right now", you weren't sure what you were even talking about, and honestly you didn't care, you slurred half of your words and moved around carelessly, eventually sitting still and gazing longingly at Nat, as she looked back curiously. "is that it? that's all you're gonna give us?" Van pried, "it's childish, move on" you responded weakly. Van rolled her eyes, Tai giving her one of those looks that said 'really?'.
Most of the people had left already, you didn't blame them, the game wasn't much fun after everyone ran out of dares to give and truths to ask. You sat there overthinking what you had said, they're in this room? really? Scoffing to yourself. You never admitted it to yourself but you liked Natalie, you never actually hated her, you just hated when she wouldn't reciprocate your feelings towards her, you hated the fact that you grew apart. "you okay?" Once again Natalie had collapsed your train of thought, "hm?", you looked up at her from across the room, puppy eyes staring back at you, "oh, I'm fine". You weren't fine at all. You were too drunk, too confused and too lost, Lottie left, late for curfew, you took that as her leaving you here alone. Jackie and Shauna trailed off, Jackie most likely with Jeff. Finally, you watched as Van and Tai left together, giving you a smirk. You questioned it, and knitted your eyebrows together in confusion.
This left you alone in the living room with Nat as she sat leaning again the bottom of the couch with a plastic cup in her hand, staring at her shoes after you brushed her off. "hey Nat, what happened with you and Travis? He seemed pissed, but you two seemed fine earlier." She looked at you, parting her lips, then looking back down - she found the floor more interesting than whatever you were saying, so you just went back to what it is you were doing.
"he broke up with me." Her mouth falling into a shaky frown and her eyes glistening, "I knew he would do this, he's just..." failing to finish her thoughts, you took over. "it's not your fault, Nat, he's a dick." Your voice soft, matching her emotion. She didn't seem to acknowledge your words as her glistening eyes now trailed down to her cheek, she sobbed profusely, trying to be as quiet as possible while covering her face and dropping her empty cup down to her feet. You moved closer to her, purely inches between you two. Your warm hands trailed to her back, "it's okay, Nat, you're better than him." Mouth left slightly open, you realised how odd it was, talking to her without calling each other names or arguing, it suddenly felt like you two never even had a feud to begin with, waves crashed in your mind as you tried to make sense of it, you hadn't even noticed her yearning stare. You slowly faltered the hand that found her back, looking at her, needy and vulnerable. "(y/n), I don't hate you, you know that right?" Bloodshot eyes slightly squinted at your expression, as your sclera widened somewhat, your lips disembodied in failure to respond. Her shaky, careful voice echoed in your head. "I never have."
"Really?" Both of you laughed in a diminuendo, eventually falling back to your rather serious countenance. "No of course not, how could I," Her cheeks were red, and so were her eyes as she left them with drying tears. "I don't hate you either, Nat." Her body moved so quietly towards you, your eyes trailing towards her lips as they inched closer. Natalie kissed you gently, salt bruising the moment, but you didn't mind. Both of you pulled back, looking at each other for what seemed like forever, not uttering a word before you wrapped your hands around her neck and pulled her back in.
"(y/n)"
"Yeah?"
"I missed you."
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After the party you had figured out why Van and Tai kept giving you looks. They set you up. Or at least tried to. You were just glad that Travis was out of sight and out of mind. Jackie and Shauna asked what happened between you and Nat, why you two got along so much better now. You didn't say much, though they caught on as you sheepishly smiled and blushed each time they would bring it up.
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Needy Boy | Eddie Munson
Summary: Eddie Munson isn't feeling himself, and when you find out your needy boy just wants you, you give him everything he desires.
Warnings: SMUT, 18+ Sub Eddie Munson getting pegged by soft dom reader, with handjobs, slight choking, cock rings, nipple play, face slapping, and anal plugs, weed-smoking, unprotected sex, the reader has no specific genitalia so it can be either p in v or p in the ass!
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A/N: This is my first pegging fic, and it's pure filth so I hope you enjoy it!
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Eddie wasn’t always the most touchy-feely guy. Sure, he liked to have you close, wanted to be able to hold your hand or rest his knuckle on your thigh, but he was never one for constant displays of affection.
Except sometimes Eddie had bad weeks where not even music or weed could fix his mood. Sometimes he needed a different release that many wouldn't consider “normal” in the eyes of society. And on those weeks, he’d be the neediest man you’d ever meet, wanting to be close as possible to you, with your body in his lap, his hands on your skin and lips against your neck.
Tonight was exactly like that. He’d been quiet for most of the night, and you could tell he was tired from the way he was slumped against the couch when you entered his trailer. When he saw you come through the door, he didn’t hesitate to reach out for you, tattooed arms extended in your direction, brown eyes wide and hair a mess.
“Hey, Eddie. You okay baby?” Once you dropped your bag, you went right to him, letting him pull you down into his lap so he could nuzzle his face into the crook of his neck. He didn’t answer, just tightened his arms around you as you let your hand run through the messy strands of brown hair. You weren’t worried about his behaviour, you knew he could be like this sometimes and he just needed to be with you for a bit, but you also knew he wouldn’t come out of this funk unless he opened up. “Eddie, c’mon darling, look at me.”
Eddie doesn’t want to at first, but when your finger comes underneath his chin to tilt his head up, he catches your gaze with red-rimmed eyes and a small pout on his face. You watched him, noticed that his gaze never stayed long on your face like it normally would, and you could feel his fingers playing with the hem of your jumper, something he did when he was too caught up in his head to focus on anything else.
“You know, Wayne told me you’d finished all your finals, and that a lot of the teachers thought you’d done well this year. They think you’ll graduate with the rest of us this summer.” You thought that would catch his attention, but Eddie just shrugged, letting his head drop again, lips going straight to the skin of your neck to kiss it gently. “Well then, baby, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you need.” He huffs, but nods slowly, teeth scratching slightly against your pulse point, making your heart jump a beat.
“I just need…I’m so wound up. I can’t sleep and weed isn’t helping and I just want you here with me.” Eddie’s hands are on your ass then, squeezing and trying to pull you closer even though there was no space between the two of you. You knew exactly what he needed then, feeling his hot breath against the crook of your neck and with his fingers digging into the material of your jean shorts, you hummed for a moment, letting him fondle you as he wanted. “I really need you…fuck sweet I…” He could barely speak, but all you could do was grin, and finally give him that kiss he’d been yearning for.
It was sweet and slow to start, letting Eddie warm up to it and letting him take his time, but soon he’s pushing against you, hips lifting in earnest and you have to grab onto his shoulders so that you don’t topple off his lap. He catches you with ease, hand up the back of your shirt and caressing the skin of your lower back and fumbling with the waistband of your shorts. But you have to stop him, gently tugging at his hair and calling his name to get his attention. When he finally pulls away and looks at you, his mouth has formed a deep frown, and it takes everything you have to not kiss it off.
“Hey, hang on baby. If I’m going to make you better, we’ve gotta move to the bedroom. As much as I love you, I’m not fucking you on the couch.” Eddie’s mouth drops open then as you expected it to, and for a moment he freezes, then simply utters out a bewildered phrase.
“You’re…you’re going to fuck me?” You laugh at the fact that that’s the only thing he can focus on, but nod and pull him off the couch with you, hands sliding underneath his shirt to brush over his nipples and tattoed skin.
“Of course baby boy, you do remember I hid my strap in your cupboard, right?” He nods, eyes bright and wide with excitement, and he can’t stop pawing at you as you lead him to the bedroom. “Well, seeing as you liked me using it last time, I think maybe, tonight might be another good night for it. On two conditions, you let me focus on you, and only you, and when I ask you to use words, you do.” You’re in the bedroom by then, and you’ve pushed him down onto the double bed that’s pushed against the wall, before turning back to the cupboard and finding your strap and various other sex toys in the plastic container right at the bottom.
You don’t use them often, the both of you enjoy just the pleasure of hands and warmth more than plastic pieces, but when you need a big release, you won’t hesitate to bring out a vibrator. In this case, you’ve grabbed the black metal cock ring, the silver plug and your black dildo with the maroon straps, along with the bottle of lube you keep in there.
Eddie’s watching you in the mirror, bottom lip between his teeth and his legs splayed out in front of him. He can’t take his eyes off you, and when you return to the bed with the toys, he lets out a small whine, already so eager to let you take care of him.
“Okay, pretty boy, tell me what your safewords are.” You kneel before him on the bed and watch him carefully.
“Red to completely stop, yellow to slow down, and green to keep going.” He doesn’t even hesitate to repeat the rules, and you smile at him, proud that he’s not arguing about it for once.
“Good boy, now strip for me, sweetheart, and maybe you’ll get a reward.” His shirt is off in a moment, flung across the room, and he lifts his hips to unbuckle his bet, undo the buttons of his jeans and shuck them off, followed by his socks. He goes for his briefs then, and that’s when you stop him. “Actually, I’ve changed my mind. Keep them on for now.” Your hands go straight for the skin of his chest, fingertips tracing the ink of his tattoos, relishing in the way he shivers against your touch. His hands stay beside him on the bed, because he knows he doesn’t have permission to touch you yet, and when your mouth suddenly covers one of his nipples, his hands ball into fists.
Eddie lurches up into your touch, and you can already tell he’s extremely needy, and he won’t last long tonight without some intervention. But that’s fine with you, the longer they wait, the bigger the release, and when your other hand tweaks his left nipple and pulls a groan out of his mouth as his eyes shut tight, you can’t help but grin.
“Sweetheart, please, stop with the teasing.” His voice is soft, but it’s clear he wants you to get on with it. You let go of his nipple, and look up at him with a cruel smirk, tapping your fingers over his lean torso while you tut.
“You know, I don’t remember you saying you were going to take charge tonight. I mean, by all means, honey, you want this all to stop, then that’s fine, but push me like that again, and you might not get the relief you want.” You’re in his lap then, and chuckle softly when he swallows the lump in his throat. He is enjoying this, you both know it, but Eddie can be impatient. You kiss him again finally, mouth hot and heavy against his, and when your hand moves to the inside of his briefs to grip his already hard cock, he moans against your mouth.
You thumb the tip, watching a bead of precum slowly drip out to soak the material of his briefs, and after a heady whine from Eddie, you finally decide to give him some relief.
“Now, here’s what I’m planning, baby. I’ll let you come with the help of my hand, and then I’m going to get you ready, stretch you out for the strap. And while I do that, and while I fuck you, you’re gonna wear a cock ring so you don’t even have the chance to come again before I’m ready.” Eddie’s breathing heavy, his was thrown back against the wall and hands fisting the sheets, and you know you have him right where you want him. “Then, if you’re the perfect boy like I know you can be, I’ll let you come inside me, just like I know you enjoy. Sound good?” He’s nodding, but when you put your hand on his neck, framing his throat, he looks right at you.
“Good, yes, fuck, please baby.” Smiling, you lean in and kiss him gently, happy that he’s told you exactly how he’s feeling. You pull away to let some spit fall from your mouth and land on the tip of his dick, and with your hand using it as lube to gain some friction, you start to pump him firmly at a medium pace. He’s already so leaky, panting hotly into the air and whining against the sound of spit against his cock.
This is exactly what he needed, and you both knew that, and you both knew that it wasn’t going to take long for him to get to that edge. Eddie lurched up into your touch on a particularly harsh pump, loving the feel of your hand against his skin, and soon he was leaning against your shoulder, muttering softly.
“I’m gonna…fuck sweetheart I’m gonna come, please let me come.” You don’t hesitate to let him come, kissing his neck softly as he comes into your hand, covering it in his sticky release. His hands are on you then, clinging to your waist and trying to ground himself before he becomes too overwhelmed with the various sensations. After a few moments of quiet, he expects you to grab a tissue to clean your hand, but instead, he watches in awe and fascination as you bring your hand to your mouth and let your tongue clean the remnants of his mess. “Baby, I swear you’re going to ruin me one of these days.”
“Eddie, trust me, pretty boy, ruining you would be the greatest pleasure in life. Now, lie down for me.” You’re back to your no-nonsense attitude, pressing a hand against his chest to push him down flat on the mattress, taking off his soiled briefs and throwing them in the direction of the laundry basket, and before Eddie can even say another word, you’ve stripped yourself down, your clothes discard on his floor.
He can’t help but look at you, stare at you with all the love and wonder in his eyes, and when you come back to him and straddle his legs, all he wants to do is touch you, feel you against his skin and hold you to him. But you won’t let him.
You’ve got the cock ring in your hand then, and Eddie knows it’s time for the real moment of the night.
“Are you sure about this, baby? We can stop any time and you know you can use your safeword.” You watch him, making sure he’s thinking about the question and not lying through his teeth just to please you, and when he nods while holding your gaze, you know he’s certain.
“Please baby, ruin me.” The cock ring is on him then, tight enough to stop him from coming but not too tight that it would hurt. And then you’re grabbing the lube, and as he watches with his bottom lip between his teeth in excitement, you slick your fingers up with it and coax Eddie to bend his legs up so you can sit between them.
The moment the tip of your finger circles the rim of his hole, Eddie is moaning loudly, and if you were in any other place you would have gagged him. But here in his bedroom, you couldn’t care less. He was so pretty, spread out in front of you with his hair sticking to his skin and his bottom lip kiss bitten and marks all over his chest and neck.
Slowly, you eased your finger in, one at a time with plenty of lube. Sometimes he arched up into the touch, moved his hand around for you to grab and hold, and sometimes he just babbled, mouthing against the sheets and clenching his fists. You always loved stretching him out, watching all the emotions that fluttered over his face as you sunk your fingers into him, and you knew he also enjoyed it, wouldn’t ask for it if he didn’t.
It didn’t take long to stretch him out, and by the time you had three fingers in him, he was reaching for you suddenly, pulling you into a desperate kiss that stole your breath and made your toes curl. Eddie knew he’d gone against the rules then, but he didn’t care and threw all caution to the wind, arms wrapping around your waist and nearly dislodging you from your position between your legs. His tongue was in your mouth, taking whatever it could and the kiss was messy, teeth and saliva and hot breath against soft skin. When pulled away for air, immediately a cocky smirk was on his face, and you weren’t going to let that stand.
“Oh Eddie, poor poor boy. Can’t you wait any longer? So impatient, thought you could do better.” You’re tutting, and that smirk of his still hasn’t dropped from his face, looking like the cat that got the canary. And that’s when your hand hit his cheek, a gentle smack that caused the metal head to groan with need. “Keep that behaviour up, and I’ll leave you here and get myself off without another thought for you.”
Eddie’s nodding, and he’s not protesting when you push him back against the bed, fingering him open again with new vigour. You knew he wasn’t trying to be bratty, but you knew that if you didn’t get on with your plan your boyfriend was going to have something to say very soon.
His cock was rock hard by then, and when you sneakily kissed the tip while he wasn’t watching, it had him near sobbing, eyes wet and looking right at you. You were also aching to have him inside you already, to have some relief from this torturous pleasure, and when he started speaking, you made your mind up quick.
“Please, baby, I’m ready oh fuck I’m so ready baby.” Eddie’s babbling, but you know he can’t take much more, so you move to put the strap on, on, making sure it was secure and covered in lube so you didn’t hurt your baby.
Eddie watched in unbound anticipation as you lined up to him, a pillow under his ass so you could give him the best angle, and when you slowly sunk into him, he suddenly turned into a whining mess, head rocking around and mouth falling open in pleasure. His skin was so hot, and the noises that the lube made in his hole were everything you thought it would be, and for a moment you had to stop and ground yourself, determined to make it worthwhile for him.
“There we go, pretty boy, oh, look at how well you’re taking my cock. Such a good boy for me.” Your words of praise turn his already pink cheeks even pinker, and when he looks at where the two of you are connected, he nearly loses it, eyes rolling back into his skull on a particularly hard thrust that has him seeing stars.
It’s so good, a picture-perfect image of Eddie spread out on the bed, of your cock hitting his prostate exactly like he needed, and his rock-hard cock sticking up in the air, so desperate to come. You were thrusting into him fast, thighs shaking in your position and the headboard of his bed hitting the wall every so often, and all Eddie could do was sob and whine and moan, begging for release.
But you knew you could take him that little bit further, and when you leaned over him and wrapped your hand around his neck to grip it securely, his eyes glazed over and his tongue lolled, wrapped up in a cocoon of pleasure he didn’t ever want to leave. He could still breathe fine with your hand around his throat, but the friction and the warmth of your hot skin on his sent sparks down his spine, and when you thrust into him particularly hard, he gasped, a small bead of precum leaking out of the tip of his cock.
“FUCK, baby, please I need it, I’m so close oh I can’t hold it baby please.” Eddie didn’t even notice that you’d taken the cock ring off then, too caught up in his babbling until you finally sunk down on his cock. He let out a yell then, loud and harsh against the soft wet sounds between you, and suddenly he couldn’t hold himself back anymore.
You could feel him coming into you, spilling his cum against your walls and watching as you rocked against him, seeking your precious release. He went limp, only able to keep his eyes on you and just before it became too much for him, he was begging you to come.
“Please baby, show me how much you need me, let go, baby, please.” His words were soft, and his hand gripped your thigh when you came, shaking above him, mouth wide open and eyelids shut tight. It was a euphoric sight, and something Eddie always enjoyed watching, and then you were falling against him, body heaving for breath.
Neither of you spoke for a while, too exhausted to muster up the energy needed for some simple conversation. Eddie still had tears rolling down his face from his release, and you could feel his cum spilling down his thighs as he slowly exited you, leaving you empty and slightly colder.
Finally, you were able to sit up and discard the strap, tossing it to the side to be dealt with later, and slowly like a new fawn trying to walk for the first time, you hobbled to the bathroom, going to pee and grab a washcloth for the both of you.
When you come back to the bedroom, Eddie’s sitting up, a new pair of briefs on and a lit blunt between his lips. He doesn’t notice you and you watch him from the doorway for a bit, giggling slightly when he nearly drops the blunt.
“You know, when I told you to ruin me, I didn’t really expect something like that, but I think you accomplished your goal.” His arms are spread wide for you to fall into, and he can’t help but kiss your whole face. He smiles when you hand him the washcloth, quickly cleaning himself up from leftover cum on his thighs before he lets out a sigh and takes another puff. “I’m feeling much better, thank you, baby.”
“Anytime, Eds. Now, hand me the blunt, sweet thing, I think I need to relax after that.” He chuckles at your comment, but does as you command, placing the blunt between your lips and watching you take a puff. He’s leaning against your chest then, hair tickling your skin as he pulls the covers over the two of you, and that’s when you remember the last toy you pulled from the box. “Wait, shit, I forgot to use the plug.”
Eddie howls at this, too blissed out to take the comment seriously, but you just groan in disappointment.
“You might have forgotten to use it, baby, but I didn’t.” He’s got that cocky smirk on his face again, and your eyes widen when you realise what he means, hand wondering down to feel between his ass cheeks. You can feel the butt of the plug against your palm, and that nearly has you hot and bothered all over again, with Eddie just chuckling at your expression. “C’mon now, relax with me, and maybe I’ll let you fuck me again in the morning.”
He’s pulling you into him then, bodies covered by sheets and half-smoked blunt discarded to the ashtray, and you can’t help but feel tired, yawning against his chest. He’s humming some old song, lips pressed against your forehead and hand caressing your hip, warm and secure and safe, and all he can think was thank god he was so needy earlier, because now he’s got you in his arms, finally able to sleep, and he’s not letting you go.
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because there isn’t enough soft!harwin, i’d like to request harwin trying to teach reader how to fight but they end up being silly and play fighting :)
i think i change the plot a little, but i really hope you like this anyway!!🤍
Your body fell to the ground, forming a cloud of dust in the air as you groaned. You looked upon your opponent and noticed the smug grin on his face, making you roll your eyes. He stretched his arm and offered you his hand for you to take, but your pride was big enough to not let him help you, so you just stood up on your own, shook the dust off your clothing and grabbed the hilt of your sword, getting ready to fight against him once again. This time, though, you hope you wouldn't humiliate yourself.
"I know you can do better than that," Harwin teasingly said, the charming smile never leaving his lips as he chuckled in the low watching your eyebrows furrowed and your lips pursuing with annoyance towards his playful words. You sighed, already feeling the exhaustion of the exercise you have been doing for two hours already. You were not ready to give up yet, but Harwin did not bend and was reluctant to give you a victory, even when it was a mere training session. "Your real opponents will never let themselves lose because you, my lady, threw a tantrum," he had told you, seconds before you lifted your sword and tried to smack it against him, failing miserably.
It hit right in the middle of his shield, and you used so much strength in your swing that it ended up being stuck in the wood. Harwin smirked as he pushed you gently, an action that caught you off guard and made you fall back to the dirt. You whined, softly, but before you could react any further, Harwin threw the shield with the sword, and lifted your body up without major effort, as if you were the lightest thing on Earth. You gasped out of impression, feeling his strong hands surrounding your tired and sweaty frame. Your fastened breathing smacking against his plump lips, as the proximity between your bodies was growing. Your shoes were barely touching the ground as he held you so tight against his armor. His deep brown eyes fixed on your face, drawing a path from your eyes to your lips and vice versa.
"You're such a competitive little thing, aren't ya?" He whispered, his nose brushing against yours as his rebel curls caressed your warm cheeks in such a soothing way. Sparkling eyes staring back at him, unconsciously begging for what your heart was longing for. One of his hands grabbed the nape of your neck, his thumb stroking the soft skin of your throat as he smiled in such a tempting way that made your knees weak. "I know what you want, my lady," he told you, murmuring. "and I'm willing to give it to you… just if you win in the next round."
With those words he let your frame go, and you opened your eyes as you woke up from the trance that he put you in. Once again you had been a victim of those puppy brown eyes, so charming, chivalry and kind. So loving, and devoting. You clenched your jaw as he laughed, your cheeks burning at this point while the butterflies flew uncontrollably around your belly. Inevitably, a subtle smile appeared on your face, for you were unable to hold it back; that was the effect he always had on you. You bit your lip and you grabbed your sword after pulling it out of the shield, your body turning into a fight position.
"Go on, I know you can do it, love," he cheered you up. And so you swing your sword one more time… it was a weak and ineffective movement the one you performed, and still you managed to win. Once Harwin pressed his lips against yours in such a hungry and passionate way, you realized that he had let himself lose.
But you did not complain.
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Semantic Error | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter 6
Based off of Semantic Error (bl) by J Soori
Summary: Jungkook invites you over to work on the game but you but it's hard to focus when he's around
Pairing: Techie inexperienced fem!reader x Artist fuck boy Jungkook
Work Count: 1.9k~
a/n: So so sorry I've taken a longer break between posting but let me know what you think about this chapter ;) hardly edited but I figured I would get it out anyway
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I couldn't pay attention in class thanks to him. His stupid voice with his stupid flirting and his stupid face then to top it off having all of that up close and personal made my stupid brain go into overdrive, losing what little space I had left to combat his antics. I hate that he can make me feel like this. And for what? Because he called me pretty? More specifically used it as a pet name, which somehow amplifies the meaning, sending my sense of reason for a spin. I huff audibly as I gather my things and get ready to head out to meet 'he who shall not be named' at this point. I just need to leave class, work there for a few hours and then go home. Simple as that.
"You okay?" I hear behind me in a semi familiar voice. I turn around perplexed as to who the voice could belong to and see the guy I had helped the other day. " I'm fine" I say and turn back around to continue packing up my belongings. "It's Jimin, we met the other day when you helped me carry all of the music books" he says, not sure if I would need the reminder. "I know" I say plainly and make my way out of the classroom. "Hey, where you headed?" he asks following me without a care in the world. "I'm done for the day so I'm going to go work on something" I say giving him the bare minimum, hoping he won't prod further but unfortunately that's not the case.
"What are you working on?" he asks, clearly curious but also kind of not, seeming happy to simply be making conversation with me for some reason. "A video game application" I say and leave the building with him trailing behind. "Oh wow that's really cool! I had no idea you were into that stuff" he says, clearly shocked learning what I'm capable of but blowing it somewhat out of proportion. It's not as hard as it seems but many people tend to lack the concentration, let alone have the desire to learn.
"Yeah well, bye" I say and walk a bit faster, heading towards the gates. "Wait, I could walk you to where you need to go. I'm done for the day as well" he says jogging a few steps to catch up to me. "That won't be necessary" I say and continue onto my destination but he walks with me anyways. "Why are you following me?" I ask, finally stopping to look at him and see what his goal with all of this is.
"I just want to make sure you get to your destination safely" he says giving me a sweet smile. "She's safe with me" that stupid voice that I wasn't expecting to hear so soon says while taking hold of my hand. "Oh hey hyung, I didn't know you and y/n were working together" Jimin says, greeting Jungkook. "Well now you do" he says and then we all stand there in somewhat of an awkward silence until I pull my hand out of Jungkook's grasp. "Let's go" I demand and continue to walk towards the gates. "Bye y/n" I hear Jimin say behind me and I decide not to acknowledge it. "See you" Jungkook says to Jimin before following my lead.
"Do you guys hang out often?" he says falling into step with me and guides us towards his studio. "No we don't and why didn't you just wait for me like I told you to?" I question still feeling uncomfortable from the situation I had been put into moments ago. "Because I wanted to walk with you, plus this way I could make sure you wouldn't run off or get lost. I promise next time I'll just wait for you to come" he says pressing the button at the crosswalk for us. "Whatever" I say under my breath, fixing the strap on my backpack but before I can settle it back into place I feel it being take off of me.
"Hey! What are you doing?" I say looking over at, surprise surprise you guessed it Jeon Jungkook now carrying my bag. "Give it back!" I say reaching for it but before I'm able to reach it he starts walking down the street, showing me it's time for us to cross. "Hey!" I yell after him but all he does is continues to hold it out of my reach. "Just let me carry it for you" he says, slinging it across his shoulder and widening his strides leaving me trailing behind him without much of an option to do otherwise.
Once we get to his studio I'm met with another girl around our age blasting her music throughout the place and popping the bubble she just blew in her gum. "Hey Yuna!" Jungkook shouts, trying to be heard over the music. "Yuna!" he yells again and decides to just walk up to her to grab her attention. "So much for keeping to herself" I mumble under my breath. "Oh hey, sorry I was totally spacing out. Is this the girl you were talking to me about? You work in the computer science department right?" she asks, zeroing in on me. "Something like that" I say walking further into the room, taking a look at how messy it is.
"Oh yeah sorry about the mess, things have been really hectic around here" Jungkook says walking over to his desk and clearing off some more space for me. "Pick up that trash first, and put away those books and..." I list off some ways to reorganize the studio into a more suitable working environment. "Clean up your desktop too. Seeing all the icons on the screen is giving me anxiety" I say and he surprisingly does everything that I've asked him to do without much trouble at all.
"What did you do to him?" Yuna whispers to me, clearly impressed by how well he's following my instructions."I didn't really do anything. I told him that if this wasn't a suitable working environment for me that he would be working on this project solo" I say stating the facts. "Wow" she says not believing it, "Well I'm gonna get back to work, good luck" she says, amused at the dynamic already.
"Hey" I say getting her attention before she gets back to work. "Can you please uses those headphones you have beside you? It'll be hard to concentrate with your music blaring in my ears" I say and go back to watching as Jungkook completes the list. Hearing what I've said Jungkook comes over to Yuna's desk and nicely puts her headphones on her so there's no argument to be had and she simply blinks at my sudden change in attitude towards her but goes back to work without another word.
I sit down next to him and place my laptop down on the desk and take a deep breath, opening it and turning it on after taking one more quickly glance around the place. "Begin" I say and he starts to open up one of his drawing programs and sketches out some various characters and background ideas while I continue to piece together the code for the whole thing.
"How's it going?" he says after a bit looking over at my screen, interested in what actually goes into working on the behind the scenes stuff. "It's going" I say and continue typing the various strings of code working out how the character moves around the different environments. "Oh okay" he says, taking that as a sign of me not wanting to continue the conversation. "How are things going on your end?" I ask and lean over to look at his screen and I can see how he almost lights up at my question in my peripheral vision but decide to ignore it.
He turns his screen towards me a bit so I can sit back a bit into a more comfortable position and explains all of the different outfits and ideas for power up items and he thoughts about what can be added to the storyline. "Yeah everything looks okay, but I don't want to settle for okay. You need to change this, it looks too crazy, I want something a bit neater" I say pointing out different flaws in almost all of his designs.
"You do realize these are just the rough drafts?" he says rubbing his temples after going through and changing things as I give him one critique after the other. "Yes but I thought your work would look a bit better than this compared to what you've shown me before"I state pointing out a few more things to change. "Okay I need a break" he says standing up and stretching before laying down on the couch and pulling one of the blankets over him.
"What are you doing? We've only been working for two hours" I say confused as to why he would need a break this early. "Exactly, it's been two hours and I'm tired, just give me like fifteen minutes and I'll start cleaning up the designs" he says and turns over giving his back to me and settling in to take a power nap. I roll my eyes at him and just decide to just go back and continue what I had been working on before I started checking up on his designs.
Getting lost in work I notice that it's been almost thirty minutes instead of the promised fifteen and try to call him over to get back to work. "Jungkook wake up" I say but it seems to have no effect on him so I groan and get up and walk towards where he's laying down and find him laying on his back, sound asleep. With the position he's reclined in I'm given a full view of his face, leaving me a chance to study his features for a second.
He really is attractive, I can't deny that but that cocky attitude he has on him turns me off. His flirting is a different story though, feeling myself starting to blush again. I kneel next to the couch to see if he's really sleeping but it really does seem like he's still passed out. I brush the bit of hair that has fallen into his face back a bit and lean towards him a little bit. "You're really sleeping right?" I say and still he lays still, not making a sound and an unknown force pushes me closer to him and I end up placing a light kiss on his lips.
I pull back and cover my lips with a hand after realizing what I've done and quickly but quietly pack up my things and leave. I open the door and am met with the sight of Yuna coming down to hallway back towards the studio. "Oh y/n you're still here. Is everything okay?" she says clearly noticing the almost panicked look on my face and blush slowly creeping up on my cheeks. "Yes never better. Please tell Jungkook I'm going home when he wakes up" I say and without another word run down the hall and out the onto the street making my way towards my apartment as quickly as humanly possible.
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request here!
a one-shot of ellie teaching fem!reader how to use her bow and arrow🥹
𝐀 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭
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a/n: TY FOR THE REQUEST<33 I'm actually so in love with the idea of Ellie teaching reader stuff !! (had to wikihow how to hold a bow, if ur a professional I'm sorry) also peep the arcane reference(I couldn't contain the urge)
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Ellie teaches you how to shoot an arrow
(Jackson ellie, and usage of babe)
You groaned in frustration from not knowing how to aim your bow correctly. There were targets set up just outside of Ellie's shed. With Ellie out on patrol, you had a ton of spear time and really wanted to learn to hunt so you could have a chance to go with her outside the gates. Plus, it wasn't entierly a bad idea to learn how to use a bow for fun. Either way, just relying on memory about how to use a bow was not helping.
You only remembered that Ellie had told you to hold it with the non-dominant hand and to pull back with your dominant, but so far all the arrows had gone to the ground in shame. You weren't sure where you were going wrong. Just one more and you'll head inside you thought. Ellie should be coming back in some time and you didn't want her to see how bad you were at aiming.
As you drew the bow back, you thought about the anchor point to make it go straight. You closed one eye in hopes it would get the arrow to shoot straighter. The string felt so tense as you held it back, near your chin. With the second you let the arrow go, there was a clash of a plant pot breaking. Well, oh shit you thought. Hopefully, Ellie-
"Won't be missing that one," you heard a voice say behind you in a joking tone. You turned around to see Ellie standing there laughing at you and walking closer. "Oh my god, I am so sorry, Ellie." All you could think to do was look down in embarrassment, hoping Ellie wouldn't totally hate you. Yeah, you were dating, but the embarrassment was too fresh right now.
Ellie placed her hand onto your shoulder and told you in a sweet tone, "t's alright, babe, I'll have Joel make me another." Her words were reassuring you to finally be able to look at her. "Let me see," She gestered to the bow and arrow. Giving it to her, she drew the bow and held it for a second. Soon after, she let it go and shot right on the bullseye. You just stared at her in shock, "You're such a show off," you scoffed. She turned around with one of her shit eating smirks she always gave. Curse her cockiness. "What can I say? I'm just a great shot." "Yeah, yeah, you always are, my love."
GIving you a lighter smile, Ellie spoke. "I can teach you now, y'know," The way her smiled complimented her eyes always made you feel warm inside. God, she was just perfect. "Well, after that performance, how could you not." You grinned back at her. You turned back to the target with the bow, so she could start her instructions.
"Alright, so hold it how I've said before." Fixing your grip on the bow felt so much more tense with Ellie eyeing your movements. "Was it like this?" You asked in a doubtful tone. "Mmm, fix your thumb into the slot, so it fits a little better." You got your thumb into the pre-dented spot as she said and looked at her for approval. She simply nodded her head and got an arrow. Ellie placed the arrow in the designated spot and gave you a pat on the back as a go to draw the bow. Before you could even think about the angle the arrow would be going in the position you had it, she intervened.
"Here, let me help you, babe." Ellie got behind you and put her hand on your dominant one, helping you put the anchor point at a straight angle. It was right below the top of your jawline. The closeness of Ellie made you flush. Her hair was tickling against your cheek, but the feeling went away as she stepped back. "You're good to shoot now." You took a deep breathe in, hesitating for several seconds.
You looked at Ellie again as she said "Don't stress too much about it, angel." Hearing her voice comforted your doubt and you let go of the arrow, feeling the tense of your hand lessen. Focusing your view on the target, you stared in astonishment at the arrow that was buried in the bullsye.
"See, you're not too bad yourself." The warm feeling in your heart grew as you walked towards Ellie. You loved your girlfriend so much, she always helped you out like this. Reaching her, you gave her a kiss on the cheek and leaned back to speak to her. "You're the best, Ellie."
"I think 'the best' deserves a little more than that, don't you agree?" She snaked her hands around your waist to pull you back in and planted her lips against yours. You deepened the kiss, enjoying the warmth that radiated off her. After a few seconds, you leaned out of the kiss, still grasped by her hands. "Now lets hope you're a 'great shot' at showering too, something is still lingering on you," you scrunched your nose. Ellie's face flushed, as she apologized while you both walked into her shed.
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fuckin' around a lil bit with that idea of a more personified structure i've mentioned who knows how long ago now in some tags. i just.. adore the hit that is the sheer size of the Iterators when taken at whole so much... it terrifies me to my bones
inspired/motivated by a post by tanzdoesthings where they pointed at a puppet n said that is the Iterator's face. shit lit an actual lightbulb over my head...
unrelated to the art drabble underneath the cut
"I love you. Can this be understood?"
'No,' she sighs while she thinks... Just where can one begin to understand such a thing? An organic's brain isn't made for the comprehension of it, she's sure.
That every time pipes groan it is his veins stretching. Or that when she floats in his heart, the sound of its beats is strong enough to penetrate straight through her. Dammit, she has to wear a special suit just so her bones wouldn't shatter from a singular beat.
How can she properly grasp it, that he breathes only once a day- and just that is enough to rain destruction upon everything within his retaining walls. That he carries a whole city on his back- so small... almost unnoticed... Or that when she hides away in the shelters at his bases, it is akin to crawling underneath his skin?
It makes no sense for something that terrifyingly giant to exist. To live. Oh, why does it have to live just the same as her...?
Each component she understands. His blueprints are framed in the Mechanic's little house positioned near one of his more discreet entrances. The biggest blueprint takes up a whole wall, little notes made by her or the previous Mechanic scattered all over the detailings of his body.
Her fingertips trace over the white lines on the blue paper before bed, planning out a route for tomorrow- because oh it would take years to travel him whole unguided. One could so easily get lost within the mechanical organs, tangled in wires, strangled by accident in the tons upon tons of tightly knit cords- left as a corpse without a chance to be found in the less travelled recesses of him.
Palm in palm, she presses her hands against each other in hopeful prayer and in the anxiety the thought brings forward.
So small... so finite compared to him.
Sometimes when people want to disappear for a while from the little city- little? It holds thousands upon thousands of life like me- including her, they wander the dusty metal desert that makes up his backside. All the way to the edge of him, edge of the world that he represents- is... And then just stare over the clouds.
The more daring ones, more agile and capable, climb down a little ways- finding crannies in his skin that he'll never notice for purchase.
One time- while feeling terribly lonely and sad- she climbed as low as she dared. Just above the clouds. Some almost licked at her feet as they rolled around him- submitting to his presence like waves to boats. The clouds turned grey, his sirens blared below and she was scared. Not for herself, but for the childhood she spent living beneath him- for family still stuck there.
And she'd hide away in a crook in his panels- a fault she will once have to fix- tearing at the moss that somehow managed to make livelihood here. Waiting... for nothing.
Then he looked to her, red Overseer popping out of nowhere. The uncomprehensible, godly by its sheer size thing giving her maybe all of his attention. And she feels guilty, worming around his skin- hiding in it- like this.
Though he tells her: rather apologize for disappearing like that, for not answering the hails. As if the violation of his physique wasn't actually anything... It had been so weird, having him fuss over her like so. There's better things a fake god like him has to do.
'I love you. Can this be understood?' still stares at her from her watch, unanswered.
"I don't think it can...," she writes him, feeling sad, confused, intimidated.
"Oh..."
She rushes to reassure him. "I love you back anyway though. Don't worry, weirdo"
#spot says stuff#rw#oc tag#shpootlin-doodlin#im fucked up man.......#JGSKLMCKLSD that shit wouldve been the iterator design if the ancients CAAAAAAAAAARED#oh those lil shits would be happy n healthy but nuuuuuu
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Pairing: step dad Mafia draco x reader
Summary: you happen to walk in on your step dad in a meeting with his enemy in the mafia while pregnant with his child and Draco has to keep them quiet…
Word count:629
Warning: mentions of gun's, talks of harming others, pregnant reader, I think that's it
Universe: step dad draco in the mafia
A/n: hope you like it 🤍😌@b-bewley1979
Your hand rested on the swell of your belly as you walked the house in your skin-tight black dress. The cotton was soft and elastic. It was your favorite dress to wear around the house, especially since you were carrying a child now. Draco and your baby. When you found out you were scared of the baby coming into this world with a father working in the field he was in, but he assured you he wouldn't let anything happen to either of you with a kiss on your forehead and your belly making you smile.
You were now at the kitchen island as the cook prepared lunch. You tried to help her, but she insisted that you needed your strength, which made you laugh. She was an older woman who had been employed by the Malfoys for years. She was awfully nice to you when you moved in.
"I'll get Draco," you said, standing up, and she nodded, continuing with lunch. You walked down the hallway before you encountered the stairs which were not fun to walk during pregnancy, holding the rail. You headed up towards his office, knocking, but there was no response, so you opened the door, seeing Draco leaned back in his chair. His snake tattoo is nearly visible under his button-up with the black cover-up on top and a few buttons open.
"Draco the-"
"I had no idea your stepdaughter was pregnant, congratulations!" a voice you recognize caught your attention. You didn't even see Harry enter but you knew not to speak to him because the reds were enemies on the green side of the Mafia.
"Yes, with my child, so if you don't mind, hurry this the fuck up so I can go down for lunch with her" Draco said, sitting forward. Harry fixed his glasses, a smirk coming at his face.
"Ah, so it's yours, " he beamed, but you could hear the sarcasm in his tone. He stood walking toward you, but the guard blocked you, lifting his weapon.
"Listen, Harry, I'd hate for something to happen to your friend Ron, who we caught last time trying to steal my things, so I suggested you keep your mouth shut or I'll cut your redhead friend up and mail him to you." Draco glared. Harry swallowed, adjusting his tie.
"Ho-how did you find out -"
"him breaking into my warehouse trying to steal my weapons like the broke piece of shit he is?" Draco stood coming to your side and putting his arm around you protectively.
"Well the asshole is clumsy as Fuck. He nearly killed himself by setting off a bomb in my building, which made me have to switch locations and I am very, very, very pissed about that. I was going to kill him but my beautiful princess here begged me not to. I think you should say thank you. " He moved from your side, taking a knife from his pocket and putting it to Harry's neck.
"Say it," he ordered. Harry was on edge and shaking.
"Thank you" Harry gave in, breathing, when Draco removed the knife.
"Be quiet and perhaps Granger will still have a husband," he murmured, and Harry nodded.
"Blaise get this pussy out of my sight" Draco scoffed and Blaise nodded, grabbing Harry by the collar and dragging him out.
"You know you didn't have to tell him the baby was yours," you say quietly looking down towards the carpet.
"But I'm not ashamed of you or my child," he said, putting one finger under your chin and slowly kissing your lips.
"Come on, I'm sure lunch is ready and I'm starving!" Draco exaggerated, walking you out. You shook your head, amused.
Draco never missed an opportunity to point out everyone who had the most power.
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"Friends"
Chapter 1
Warnings: fluff, angst
Summary: You are ready to start into college, well crash into college cause you had to get out of your old one. What you didn't expect was finding a nerdy cutie in your dorm who will be your roommate. Naturally, you want to be her friend, but she isn't exactly thrilled...
4th week into the new Semester
"29, 30, 31, 33...why the fuck is there 31 and 33 but no 32?!"
I am in the middle of the dorm corridors trying to find mine, but the universe is playing with me today. Since my arrival, I have only had downs I kid you not. First, my "veggie" sandwich wasn't so veggie after all ... which tomatoe mozarella bread has ham in it?! , then my bus was delayed, so my next bus almost drove off without me, but luckily, I got it just in time after falling face down in a pond. So I am wet... not in a good way, shut up... hungry and stressed cause I thought I wouldn't get a roommate, which was one of the only lights at the end of my tunnel, but guess what? Now I do get one. I bet she doesn't know that yet, either. Fuck my life
"32, 32..." I follow a corner and finally get to the door that is awfully hidden, and I knock... just in case... even though the sign scares me - oop, she opened it
In front of me, I find a beautiful girl with long boxer braids and a pair of eyes in the darkest shades of brown. Actually, I think they're black. She is short, but everything on her is just so...gorgeous. i stammer for words but can't quite find them.
"I don't do drop by's anymore. You gotta go to the website"
"Huh?"
The first time she finally looks at me, I hold my breath. How can eyes be so dark and pretty. like what?
She looks at me confused and maybe a bit scared? I must look like a creep, and the wet look doesn't suit me, so I start explaining myself to not make her call 911 on me.
"H-hey, you are Riri, right?"
"Uhhh"
"Listen, this is new to me as well. i get it, uhm, but uh, i don't know if you know already...cause i didn't...till now...know."
"Girl, breathe what is going on?"
"I-" I wanna cry.
"I am your new roomie...(Y/N)" I stretch out my hand for her to shake while my backpack slides to my underarms cause of the fast movement causing me to wince.
"Come again?"
"Uhm...roomie? As in roomma-"
"I know what a roommate is...ther has to be a mistake. This room is always just for 1 person... always has been like that." She still stands in the doorway trying to be in denial about my existence. I can't blame her
"Well, I guess there have been some changes. I don't love it either, but hey, let's make the best out of it. We can get to know each other, and you know maybe get some takeout? Cause damn i am hungry. My bus was delayed, and then I fell in a pond -"
Who is this new extroverted person??
I don't come farther cause she abrubtly starts grunting and flips her head back wich gives me a delicious view on her throat...
"I can't believe this shit right now"
I scurry in behind her while hoping that this campus is not too well known for stealing.
"Hey hey relax we will find a way. I am not that bad. I don't take away too much space, I can cook -"
"We have a cantine"
"..."
"..."
"I can walk"
"Listen, girl, this is nothing against you. Really. But i just need my space. I need to work a lot, and besides, I work day and night, so I am not quiet. You don't wanna live with me, believe me" the desperation
"I don't mind that. I am a night owl as well in fact I love to hang out with whoever over the day and doing the rest at night so I still got some free time."
"Girl, I don't wanna live with you. I mean...i don't wanna live with anybody - wait, what are you doing?"
"Stop making such a fuss out of it. We will find some compromises. We don't have to talk at all if that is your problem."
"Stop rolling in your suitcases."
"Girl, we are in a college. I don't want my shit to get stolen"
"Niggah stop playin we gotta fix this" she points between us.
This entire thing is starting to make me grow irritated, and I let some attitude slip.
"You think I love sharing my living space with somebody?? Well, that can happen. we are in college now, which also means by the way that we are big girls now, so I am confident that you will manage having a roommate. Oh, and by the way, all the other rooms are taken. I am a new student, so I had to get sorted in somebody's room. I can not sleep on the dorm floor"
"And that room had to be mine?!"
"Yes apperantly so!"
She mumbles something under her breath, and I choose to ignore it. She cutely stomps over to her desk and starts working on a DVD thingy.
It's the first time I acknoledge the room. It is bright due to the many windows, with two desks and two beds. One desk is currently still swamped with her stuff, but my energy doesn't allow me yet another discussion, so I will ignore it for the first few days. I get to work and unpack everything. Riri scoffs from time to time until she dramatically puts on her headphones and listents to music that I can litrly hear through her set.
After 2 and a half hours, I am finally done, and Riri is still working.
I get my keys and turn to leave the dorm
"I am guessing you don't wanna join me for some olive garden?"
She turns around with the biggest fake ass grin I have ever seen
"No, thank you"
I get out of the dorm and stomp my way over to the cafeteria for dinner. The cantine is HUGE. i have no idea where to go first and if there are friend groups, but I am hungry, so who gives a shit. I get myself a tray, sit down, and after my first few bites of fresh grilled cheese and potatoes, I feel like a new person. I have to be gratefull for this chance and the possibilities and if that means that I am alone in the beginning cause I am still a bit shy and my roommate is a cunt then so be it I am fine here. All by myself
I look around and notice that everyone seems to have their own little group. It's like in high school. But i don't wanna stress myself now it's just my first day
I finish eating, put back my tray, and while leaving, I notice a pair of caramel orbs on me. She looks like a sweet girl. I think she might be a bit older than me, though
I smile back friendly and then leave
The campus is just as intimidating as the cantine and the library... and the toilets. There are so many groups and people and whatnot, so what does a lonely girl do that wants to avoid their roommate...roommate. hold on
I quickly skip to my trust-professor and see her just as she leaves a study hall
"MISS ARÇAN!!!" I rush over to her
"Uh..."
"Hey uhm sorry- "
I breathe heavily cause I litrly had to run to get to her
"I have an issue"
"An issue?"
"Yes...a huge one" she is in my dorm
"Okay, give me a second. I have to get to my office. Follow me, please. " she gives me a once over glance before I follow her into a huge library-like office
10 minutes later
"So, you want me to change the entire dorm plan so that you and Miss williams won't have to sleep in the same shared dorm cause you bicker? Did I get that right?"
"...yes?" She sighs
"Miss (L/N) you know how childish that sounds right?"
"Miss Arçan I swear i wouldn't ask if it wouldn't be unberable-"
"You are in College now for gods sake!" Her outburst startels me
"Listen, I am sorry that the situation is hard right now, but you have to get used to each other. You have to understand that this is not typical. I mean, changing to an amazing university and getting a place? be happy you can even be here"
"I am..."
"Then both of you get ur act together I don't want another disturbance today"
"Yes miss Arçan I am so- hold on. Was she here?"
"...Miss (L/N)-"
"I CANNOT BELIEVE HER"
I excuse myself and sprint to my our dorm. I don't know why it drives me crazy she told her I am a cunt before I could but it does and all I can see is red...
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Riri is currently doing some touch-ups on her work. Tired and still sleepless from the night before when the door bursts open
"WTF is your problem, huh?"
"The fuck you so loud about chill-"
"Nah, I ain't chillin. You litrly went to Miss Arçan because of me, you coward!"
"Coward?! First of all, I didn't ask to be in a room with you. Secondly, I work SO much better alone just as you do and third... hold on, YOU IDIOT WENT TO HER TO GOSSIP ABOUT ME!"
"WELL- YEAH... BUT YOU WENT FIRST"
"Okay, wow, you are so childish"
"You know what- fuck you. Litrly fuck you riri you missed out on me. Judging from you and your persona I assume you don't have anybody. Congratulations you doged yet another bullet
She still seems tough and unfazed, but I can see a light flicker of hurt in her eye? It was there so quickly that maybe I just imagined it, but I saw it
"Asshole"
"Wow, good comeback, RIANNE."
"MY NAME IS RIHANNA"
"U ARE NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR RIHANNA"
I stomp to my bed, pull back my sheets so quick I almost tumble and turn to the wall in my bed to fake sleep
Riri does the exact same thing on her side
That was an interesting first night I have to admit
AN: Hey Babes, I hope you like my first chapter. Depending on my schedule, the next chapter will be posted in the next few days, so be ready <33
#shuri x reader#black panther#fluff#riri wiliams x reader#enemies to lovers#black panther wakanda forvever spoilers#wakanda forever#ff#fanfiction
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Lea's home
Chapter 2 pt.2
The climb up to her room is filled with worry, anxiousness and a little bit of lust.
My thoughts are running everywhere: I don't want to be fired; I hope she hasn't found out; I want to steth her; I hope Lea's safe; How did she learn about this; I want to palpate her neck vein; I need to fix this; I want to palpate her heart; I want to keep my job; I need to steth her-
Just a jumble of all too many things.
Before I know it, I'm at her door. I hear the shower going inside. I lightly knock on the door and hear a soft "come in". I make sure the corridor is empty, and slip inside her room. My heart pounds as I scan the room and wait for her to come out.
Promptly I hear the shower turn off, and after a few seconds Mrs. Nicole emerges from her bathroom, draped in nothing but a bathrobe, her hair wet and dripping, her face flush from the warm water, but with her glasses still on. She locks her foxy eyes on me, and walks towards her bed and sits on it, before tapping the space beside her motioning me to sit beside her on the bed.
"How've you been doing?" she asks, her silky voice alluring me, holding me in place.
"I'm doing well Mrs. Nicole. Lea and her family has treated me well, and work is going smoothly." I speak fast and slurred, trying to focus on calming my nerves. I quickly sneak a glance at her breasts against my wish and quickly flick my eyes away, noticing her very clear pulse on her neck and under her left breast, pounding away steadily and at a slightly quick pace, probably from the shower.
What I wouldn't give to place my steth there-
"And how is college? Is your studies progressing smoothly? I hope nothing's hindering your progress towards your goal" her voice is dropping steadily, doing things to me. A warm sensation grows in my lower abdomen.
"Everything's going smooth Mrs. Nicole, I'm keeping up to date with all my material." Why's she bringing up this small talk?? Is this a way to intimidate me? Is she indirectly threatening to ruin my college life?
"That's great, my dear" she says, with a hand reaching towards me a stroking my cheek. Is she....by any chance.....drunk?
"Mrs. Nicole, are you okay? Is there anything I can do for you?" I mean, she did call me to her room, and she has yet to tell me why.
"I hear you're a medical student, yes? You see, I am getting old, and with my age I am noticing a few problems. Every now and then, I feel slightly out of breath, and my heart palpates a lot. It lasts for a few minutes at a time. Do you have any idea what these symptoms are?"
Omg. Is this what I think it is? This can't be real. She's asking me about a heart related issue? How do I interpret this? Is she genuinely asking for my advice, or is she insinuating that she knows I do "heart checkups" on Lea?
Wait.... whatever it is, doesn't this also mean that this is my chance to finally palpate her? Finally, after dreaming about it for so long, I finally have a (questionable) reason to palpate her beautiful breast.
"are you currently feeling palpitations?" She nods eagerly, her eyes widening a bit.
"I might need to palpate your chest area, do you mind?"
"Yes dear, please, and feel free to move around my boobs, I know they're in the way and I've seen doctors having to move them aside."
I waste no time and immediately palpate over her bathrobe, above her breasts and slowly make my way down. I gently untie the front of her robe and palpate her sternum, feeling a slight sternal heave. My brain is now divided into 2 parts: Analyzing the meaning behind a sternal heave, and bathing in the sensation of how amazing her heart is. I make my way to her point of maximal impulse, and it's almost like her heart is eager for me to touch it, pushing its apex as close as possible for me to feel it with minimal efforts.
"Wow Mrs. Nicole, your heart is really amazing" I say, quickly following up with "I can feel a heave, but I might need a stethoscope to carefully listen to the valves before I give any further advise. Unfortunately I don't have mine on my right now..."
She gets up and quickly makes her way to a small compartment in her desk and pulls out a Littman stethoscope and makes her way back to me. She stands in front of me, and hands me the steth. "Wear it" She commands, and I put it on without missing a beat.
I start putting things together slowly: Why does she have a steth? How does she know that sometimes doctors move breasts of heavier build people to properly hear their heart? I can't believe I'm thinking this, but is it remotely possible that....she's a cardiophile, like me? Or is this just my wishful thinking?
"Steth me, now." She orders, and i place the cold steth on her bare skin, in the pulmonic position and there I hear it: the beautiful strong heartbeat of a sexy woman, right at my fingertips.
Bu-thump Bu-thump Bu-thump
I stutter out a "It looks fine Ma'am."
She removes my hand of her chest and beckons me to get up. She then leans on the headrest of her bed, scoots her legs over to one side, and pats the other side.
"This position might help you hear clearer."
My mind is completely blank. I do as she says and obediently sit. She then says "I gave you the tool, now use it properly. Steth me."
I go in order saving the best for the last, first her aortic valve, her pulmonic, her tricuspid, and finally my favourite: the mitral valve.
Bu-thump Bu-thump Bu-thump Bu-thump
As I go in order, her heart rate picks up from a 90 bpm to a 120 bpm, and she now starts panting, her cheeks becoming more flushed. Her pounding heartbeat is becoming more and more visible, her PMI becoming more clearer and prominent. Her neck veins are pulsating hard, and it takes all my will power to not feel it. She places one of her hands on my own and pushes it strongly to her chest.
"What are you hearing? Describe it to me."
"I hear your valves, pushing hard and fast. It sounds beautiful and strong." All my medical knowledge leaves me, and I am left alone with my leud thoughts, my pounding heart and the most beautiful muse in front of me. All I would ever need.
"I can make it go faster.....for you....." she says, slowly, looking at me intently. With her eyes fixed on me, she pulls my other hand toward her chest, slowly caressing herself with my hand. Her eyes flutter close and she bites her lip, stifling a small moan threatening to escape.
"Your heart... it's pounding so hard.... I want it to go faster."
She looks at me surprised. Now I'm the one giving her instructions. It seems to have caught her off-guard. I stop stething her and she whimpers a bit. I pull off her glasses, revealing her full face, cute and flushed, now seemingly under my control.
"Don't stop your moaning. Moan for me. Make your heart go faster for me." Her hands have become weak and fall away, and allows my fingers to play around her nipple which has been hard for a while, begging for attention. I rub it slowly, twisting it and squeezing it gently, watching the once strong woman crumble under my touch, her fierce face melting into a flushed mess due to my touch.
I fully understand why she called me to her room. She's wanted this from me. She must've noticed me staring at her and knew I was the one she needed. The way her body quivers, tells me she's wanted this for a long time now. Getting drunk was her way of letting it happen. So now, I must give her what she's asked for.
"My heart's beating fast, steth me" she tries taking control but I don't budge. I look at her coldly, waiting for that magic word.
"Please!" She begs. That's more like it. I put my weight against her body and press the steth into her chest, and she moans. The warm feeling was now fully raging in my clit, throbbing with my heartbeat.
"Can I *huff* please... listen *huff* to yours? Please?"
I remove the steth, my ears feeling lonely, and place them in hers, and guide the bell to my own apex. My heart leaps out with excitement, hammering away strongly, as if showing her who's heart is best.
"Touch yourself" I order her, and her hands go down and insert inside easily, her underwear wet in anticipation. She rubs her clit and listens to my heartbeat hammering inside, pounding harder as I watch her twitch and moan. My heart is doing this to her. I did this.
She tried to reach for my vulva but I swat her hand away, "Did I tell you to do this? No. You only touch what I tell you to." She whimpers and nods.
Seeing this strong and powerful woman obey my every word is everything I've dreamed of with her.
I lay down on her chest, listening to her raw heartbeat. This pushes her to her climax, and I feel the wave of orgasm hit both of us. As I continue to touch her nipples, and slip my other hand into her clit and rub sensually with her fingers, both covered and wet, panting and heaving, her moaning loudly. With a final quiver, she cums and collapses down into the headrest, and I leaning on her chest. We listen to each other's heartbeats in silence till we both calm down and our breathing gets regulated.
"I've wanted you to listen to my heart since Lea introduced you here" she says, in between small breaths. "I also noticed how your relationship changed recently and how she watches your heart every time you're in the room. I wanted that for me, too."
I look at her, mildly shocked that she noticed. Maybe it takes one cardiophile to understand another.
"I thought I lost that, but I noticed you never stopped looking at me. Every time you're in the room my heartbeat picks up and you notice it. Every time it shakes visibly, you're the only one who notices. I've wanted you for a long time, and I was happy when it looked like you wanted me too."
I'm filled with happiness, and am so grateful that she was on my side. I knew that Mrs. Nicole would never betray me, and that I could trust her and her heart. Because today, her heart was mine to control. She belonged to me.
I let her listen to me for a while until she fell asleep, and I monitor her heart go back to a steady 60 bpm. Her neck veins go back to being slightly visible, and her apex pulses against her chest slowly.
I let my fingers linger on her neck, her breast, her nipples and her clit, slowly massaging it. I finally get up, turn off the light, and leave the beautiful Mrs. Nicole alone.
I pack up my things and leave the house, just on time to see Lea pulling up. I wish her good night knowing that if I stayed a bit longer she would call me to her room as well, and I'd had enough work out for now.
As I reach home, I think on how now, I have 2 very different yet very beautiful hearts that belong to me, and how I look forward to playing with them in the future.
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Chips, The Photo, & The Baby Bat
Adam is struggling to get their stolen car fixed and started...and Jonah's being kind of a dick. It doesn't take long at all for the bickering to turn into silliness.
This fanfic was suggested by @yallmakemyassitch! Sorry it's so late...but regardless, I hope you enjoy!
Jonah was standing outside the car, eating a bag of chips while Adam was trying to fix the car engine. He had been working on it for about 30 minutes by this point. Jonah was just watching from a few feet away, while Adam was directly in front of the Ford Fusion with the hood open.
Adam held out his hand. “Chips please?” He asked.
Jonah narrowed his eyes and brought the chips closer to himself. “What?! No!” He reacted.
“Come on, man!” Adam reacted.
“I’m not letting you finger up the chips. Your hands are covered in grease!” Jonah argued.
Adam rolled his eyes. “Fine…then put a few chips in my hand.” He told him, cupping his left hand.
Jonah raised an eyebrow. “...Dude…What did I just say?”
Adam shot him a glare. “Just give me some fucking chips!” Adam ordered.
“Dude, you need to cool it.” Jonah told him. “Did you figure out what’s wrong with the car?” He asked.
“No.” Adam responded.
Jonah hummed and kept the chips to himself.
Adam tried to go back to fixing the engine. But nothing visibly appeared to be wrong. He just kept moving things in the engine to fix it, before trying to turn it on…but ultimately, nothing seemed to help start it. The more frustrated that Adam had become, the more agitated he became, which made him rammy and growly. He would slam the door every time the car wouldn't start…and he would keep spitting profanities under his breath.
But the straw that broke his back…was the moment he heard a camera shutter. Adam immediately knew where that camera shutter came from…
It was Jonah…with the goddamn camera.
“JONAH-!” Adam turned right around and tried to steal the camera out of his friend’s hands. “GIMME THE CAMERA.” He ordered.
Jonah yelped and tried to run away as best he could. “Adam, stop!” Jonah tried to keep the camera out of his reach. But Adam was determined to crawl onto Jonah if that was what it took to steal the camera from him.
“Okay, that’s it!” Jonah put the camera down on the upper roof of the car, and brought Adam into his arms. “You need to cool off.” He told him.
“I DO NOT!” He shouted.
“Don’t make me resort to desperate measures.” Jonah warned, smirking slightly.
Adam grunted. “And do what?” He asked, sounding slightly smug. “You can’t do anything to me.” He told him.
“I will do it-” Jonah warned with a chuckle.
“Do what?” Adam asked, not even letting Jonah finish his sentence.
“Tickle you.” Jonah replied, wiggling his fingers in his face.
Adam moved his head back slightly as he widened his eyes, visibly going white. “...You wouldn’t…” He muttered.
“Oh, I would. And I will…unless you calm down.” He replied.
Adam narrowed his eyes slightly. “I’ll only calm down if you delete that picture you just took of me.” Adam told him.
“Wrong answer, bud.” Jonah replied with a chuckle as he lowered his hand down to his belly and began fluttering his fingers.
“Don’t-DOHON’T!” Adam’s wiggles started almost instantaneously. “I’LLFUCKING KIHIHILL YOU!” He shouted at him.
“Damn…wrong move.” Jonah said, sounding slightly disappointed.
Adam tried his absolute hardest to wiggle himself out of Jonah’s grip. But it was surprisingly difficult. Jonah may not have been the strongest guy out there…but he certainly knew how to hold a person hostage. “WhenIgetout-eEEK!” His wiggles paused for a few moments as he looked forward, frozen in shock.
Jonah had paused his tickle attack to burst out laughing. “Holy shit, dude!” He reacted.
“Shut up!” Adam spat.
“Can I call you baby bat?” Jonah asked a little too casually.
“Do NOT call me baby bat!” Adam yelled.
“Nah, it’s funny!” Jonah replied.
“When I get out, I’m gonna fucking destroy you.” Adam warned in a threatening way.
Jonah clicked his tongue and shook his head as he switched to scratching his belly with all 5 of his fingers. “Wrong move yet again, pal.” Jonah replied, growing a smirk.
“JONAH-” Adam threw his head back and let out a rather large wheeze. When he breathed in, he let out the biggest hysterical laugh Jonah had ever heard from him. “HOHOLY SHIHIHIHIT!” Adam shouted mid-laugh.
Jonah couldn’t stop his own laughter from leaving his mouth. “Jehehesus! I don’t remember you being this ticklish!” Jonah reacted.
“SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUP!” Adam shouted back. “QUIHIHIT TICKLING MEHEHEHE!” Adam attempted to order.
“Nah.” Jonah replied casually. “I’m having fun.” He told him.
“IHIHI’M NOHOHOT!” Adam argued.
“Awww, you’re not having fun yet?” Jonah asked.
“NOHOHOHO!” He shouted back.
“I’m not gonna stop until you’re having fun.” Jonah told him.
“FUCK YOHOHOHOU!” Adam spat back.
“The wrong moves just never end with you, do they?” Jonah told him. Though disappointment was clearly dripping from his lips, he was still smirking rather evilly. This was just proof that he wasn’t actually disappointed in Adam. Not in the slightest.
Adam lessened his protests a little bit, just resorting to only laughing his head off. “HAHAHAHAHA! AAAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHEHEHE!” He kept laughing.
“Just let me know when you’re having fun like me, okay?” Jonah told him.
“HOHOHOW IHIHIS THIHIS FUHUHUHUN?!” He yelled.
“I’m glad you asked!” Jonah replied, sounding absolutely ready to infodump straight into Adam’s poor ears. “It’s fun for me because I get to hear you laugh and squeak like the baby bat you are…” He started off.
“NOHOHOHOHOOOO!” Adam whined.
“And it’s fun for you because you’re laughing!” Jonah told him. “Laughter is supposed to make you feel good. Did you know that even fake laughter makes you feel good?” Jonah asked him.
“BUHUHULLSHIHIHIT!” Adam shouted at him yet again.
“It’s true!” Jonah told him. “I read it in a book somewhere.” He told him. “I don’t remember what book, but I know it was about anatomy.” He admitted.
“PLEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOP!” Adam ordered.
“Nope. Not until I know you’re having fun.” Jonah replied.
Adam could feel himself getting weaker by the second. He felt as his knees had begun to buckle, making him slightly fearful. “IHIHI’M GOHONNA FAAHAHAHALL!” He shouted.
“Don’t worry, I gotcha.” Jonah told him, wrapping his hands under his arms and helping him down.
But even when Jonah had tried to help, his hands getting even slightly close to his armpits was enough to make him squeal. “NOHOHODON’T!” Adam yelled.
“Don’t what?” Jonah asked for clarification.
“”NOHO- NOAHARMPITS!” Adam yelled.
“Good lord, I’m gonna be deaf by the time you start having fun.” Jonah admitted with a laugh, removing his right hand out from under his arms, to adjust his ears. “Speaking of which…” Jonah tickled all over his upper ribs as he brought his mouth closer to Adam’s ear. “Are you having fun yet?” He asked.
“IHIHIHIHI-” Adam squeaked like the baby bat he was, and finally hung his head. “YEHEHES, FIHINE! IHIHI’M HAVING FUHUHUN!” He told him.
“Prooomise?” Jonah teased.
“YESYESYEHEHES! JUHUSTPLEASE SSSSTOP!” Adam pleaded.
“Will do.” Jonah replied, stopping his fingers and letting Adam fall onto the cold pavement.
“Gohod…*huff* *huff* Gohohod dahahammihit…” Adam muttered, curling up into a ball.
Jonah smirked and knelt down beside him. “I didn’t kill you, did I?” he asked.
Adam huffed and crossed his arms. “.....No…” He muttered.
“Okay, good. The baby bat isn’t completely tickled out.” Jonah replied, patting Adam’s head.
Adam grunted and waved his hands around, trying to get Jonah’s hand away from his head. “Dude!” He reacted.
“Hey, don’t touch me. Your hands are still greasy.” He told him.
Adam scoffed. “So you can tickle me to tears, but I can’t even wave my hands near you?” He asked, clearly annoyed.
“I didn’t say that…” Jonah muttered.
“Sure…” Adam rolled his eyes.
“Do I need to tickle you again?” Jonah asked.
“NO!” Adam yelled in an abnormally high voice.
“Cause if you keep acting like a dick, I may tickle you again.” Jonah warned with a little smirk on his face.
“You’d better not!” Adam warned.
“Then you’d better not piss me off.” Jonah replied with plenty of confidence to match.
Adam huffed and got himself up onto his feet. He muttered something under his breath as he dusted off his hands.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” Jonah asked, lifting his hands up to wiggle them rather evilly.
“N-Nothing.” Adam replied.
Jonah hummed and lowered his hands. “Okay.”
Adam’s attitude seemed to calm down slightly. He watched as Jonah reached up and grabbed the camera from the top of the car. This action sparked a newfound agitation in him. The thought of his own picture being taken by Jonah without his permission, still stuck deeply inside his head. In a moment’s notice, Adam had quickly become determined to take the camera back from Jonah. But he would have to start off by asking.
“Can I have the camera?” Adam asked.
“Nope.” Jonah replied casually.
Adam frowned. Not a great start. “I wanna see the picture you took of me.” Adam admitted.
“You really don’t. It’s kinda crappy.” Jonah admitted. “Besides: I don’t want your greasy hands breaking the camera.” Jonah told him.
“Keep mentioning my greasy hands, and I may get you back.” Adam warned, his irritation taking over again.
“No touch-backs.” Jonah declared with a chuckle.
Adam rolled his eyes and ran up to him. He wrapped his arms around his sides and began digging. “You think that’s stopped me before?” Adam teased, a smirk growing on his face.
Jonah gasped and widened his eyes. “ADAM- I’M WEARING WHITE!” Jonah shouted.
“Please…You’ve got more important things to worry about…like the crazy ticklish revenge I’m about to give you.” Adam replied in a villainous tone.
It was almost criminal how quickly Adam was able to change from sheepish when threatened, to becoming the threat himself. Though…according to those wanted signs all over Mandela County, they are already kinda criminals by this point in time…
“GET YOUR HANDS OHOHOFF-” Jonah immediately doubled over and fell to the pavement.
“Wow…And you said I was the ticklish one…” Adam teased.
“Sh-Shut up.” Jonah muttered.
“What?” Adam asked as he reached for the camera.
“NO-”
“Not having fun yet?” Adam asked next like the cheeky little shit he was.
��Iswearto-FAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jonah threw his head back and struggled to get his hands away. “GAHAHAHAHA! EEEEHEEHEHEE!” He squealed.
“You swear to ‘Faaa’? The hell’s that supposed to mean?!” Adam reacted.
“SHHHUHUSH! SHUHUT IHIHIHIHIT!” Jonah shouted.
“But seriously! What’s a ‘faaaa’?!” Adam asked.
“THIHIS IS SOHOHOHO CRUHUHUHUEL!” He yelled back at him.
“You started it!” Adam reacted like a petty child. “I’ll stop if you let go of the camera.” Adam told him.
“NOHOHO! NO-NO-NOHOHOHOHO- Neheheveheheherrrr!” Jonah yelled.
“Don’t make me tickle your armpit.” Adam warned with a half-sly, half-genuine smile on his face.
“No! NOHOHOO! DOHOHON’T YOHOU DAHAHAHARE!” Jonah practically screamed at him.
“IIIII’m gonna do it~! Iiii’m gonna go for it!” Adam said with a villainous voice, making sure to wiggle his fingers dangerously close to Jonah’s left armpit.
“SHIHIT-SHITSHIT-!” Jonah kept cursing and protesting.
“Aaaaand…” He poked his armpit. “Boop!”
Jonah shrieked and spazzed like a little kid, letting go of the camera in the process. Adam took the camera in his hand carefully but swiftly, and looked at the photo. It looked to just be a picture of Adam working on the car with a description underneath. It read:
[adam trying to fix the car while i eat chips LMAO -jonah]
Adam chuckled. “This was what you were keeping from me?” Adam asked, turning to show Jonah the picture he had taken beforehand. “This is barely newsworthy.” Adam let him know.
“But it kinda sucks.” Jonah muttered.
“Better than I could’ve done.” Adam replied.
“Bullshit.” Jonah scoffed.
Adam sighed softly as he turned off the camera. “No one’s expecting perfection from you, dude.” Adam told him. “If it makes you feel any better, it’s unlikely anyone will find it anyway.” He mentioned before offering him a hand up.
Jonah shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah…I guess you’re right.” He replied, taking Adam’s hand and getting up with his partner-in-crime’s help.
“Come on.” Adam grunted, pulling Jonah up before giving him the camera back. “We got a car to steal.”
Jonah chuckled and put the camera into his pocket.
#agitation#friendship#cameras#ticklefic#switch!adam#switch!jonah#the mandela catalogue vol 2#teasing#nicknames#funny
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OMG!! REQUEST IS OPEN FOR ORV?!? IM SCREAMING. YOU’RE MY FAVORITE WRITER, YOU’RE A PERFECT!(I’m sorry. I’m not good at complements)
Thank you for opening your request author! I just saw your post and my fingers moved like a Usain Bolt. My request is Joonghyuk with regressor s/o(who’s a character in twsa) and two of them holding hands while dying, promising each other to meet at next regression. Then there’s a Dokja getting emotional from while reading that part. If anything in my request made you uncomfortable please tell, I will fix it. And you don’t have to accept it. If it made you uncomfortable
(And forgave me for sending request right after you posted it, I was too excited…sorry)
I made this tie with simp-Dokja worldline 🤡
He clutches his chest. Breath comes in shallow waves. He knows he's a pathetic sight, crawling across the field. But he never stops to care, not after what he saw. He can no longer feel anything from below his knees. At this point, he's only teetering on this regression because he has yet to spot you anywhere on the battlefield.
Junghyeok remembers seeing you going down before he did. He remembers that image because it sears into his retina and won't leave him even after he strikes down Poseidon. He curses his luck. The two of you were close, so close this time. Yet, even after everything you've done and everything you've helped him with, you go down in front of him like leaves in Autumn.
Your demise is unnecessarily crude.
He can recover from this. He knows he can. But until he can determine your fate, he won't make any rash decision. Not while he has a single speck of hope yet in his wretched heart.
It reignites when he sees the familiar shade of your hair across the battlefield. In a sea of unfriendly faces, yours stick out to him like the memory of his own features. He pushes on towards you, giving what is left of his will into this final stretch. All of his complex emotions are reserved for you.
The gnawing in his stomach carries more anxiety than pain. The sickness in his throat overrides his sense with unbridled nausea. The flame in his chest burns brighter when he recalls the men that struck you down. Leaves you broken and battered, and gone.
He screams out. Your name from his lips is laced with desperation and pain.
Junghyeok heaves a breath when he sees you glancing back at him. The tiny speck of hope transforms into a fire at the mere sign of life. He crawls, again and again. Never mind the insufferable aches in his muscles, a remnant from the curses he bears during the battle. He should dispel them, he should heal his body, and he should do a lot of things.
"No, no—"
Yet, he can only think of you. Only you when you send that smile towards him, the peace on your face unfit for the war-torn battle you lay on. His eyes search your body and find not a single patch of skin unmarred by blood and bruises. A green glow of healing magic surrounds you, but it diminishes by the second, barely enough for you to hold on.
He knows.
It is inevitable. Even with his own magic spurring towards you, infusing your magic with a yellow glow, it adds little to save you. He has never experienced helplessness this deep in his bone. It numbs him with pain. He wouldn't accept it.
He wouldn't.
"Junghyeok, don't push it."
Your whisper, cracked and gentle, soothes him a little from his fervour to save you. However, it doesn't last for long. Not after he sees that on your face, acceptance. "I used the last Life and Death that Seolhwa gave me. I don't think I have much time left."
"No, I can—"
"Junghyeok," you say again, firmer this time, "don't."
Your eyes meet his, tired and worn. He knows this is it. The final time he will see you in this world. You have accepted the outcome, and he needs to come to terms with it, too. Yet, the two of you had suffered so much. He struggles to see the fairness of it all.
Then, you smile again, this time, quieter. "I hope we won't have to see each other again."
He frowns, "You are cruel," Junghyeok heaves out a breath, anger born of frustration at his own helplessness redirects towards you, "you know I won't accept an outcome without you."
"It's impossible to have everything, Junghyeok," you reach up for him, fingers brushing away the soot on his cheek, "maybe... maybe you can succeed without me."
"I won't have it," he says, clutching the wrist of your hand by his face, "I won't have it until I can have it with you."
Even with the smile on your face, he sees something else. Resignment. You no longer put up a fight with his stubborn demand. Instead, you cup his face fully, your eyes slowly fluttering shut. "I guess... I'll have to see you in the next life then... my love," strength begins to leave your free hand, your thumb passes by his lip when it slips down, "see you again, Yu Junghyeok."
He chokes back a sob. His teeth grit together hard enough for pain. However, he keeps it at bay in these final moments of yours. "I'll see you again," he croaks out your name, a final prayer, "I love you."
And then, you're gone.
Quiet and cold. Your body lies limp in front of him. Any sign of life can no longer be detected in your body. He sighs at that. A depressing end for a regression round with so much struggle. Junghyeok pushes his body down to lie next to you, not once letting go of your hand.
There's no point to fight on any longer. Not while he's this torn and ragged. He grabs for the Breaking the Sky Sword strapped at his side, holding it for the final time in this world. His eyes flutter shut when he puts it on his throat.
Then came nothing.
Nothing once more.
"Junghyeok, it's time to wake up."
His eyes flutter open before he turns to the source of the call. You sit by his side, hugging your backpack close to your chest. It has that tiny charm he once won you from an arcade game. With the ticket he has accumulated back then, you could've gotten something bigger. Yet, you chose something that you could bring with you everywhere.
"Huh?"
"Our stop will be here soon," you glance at him, pointedly arching up your brow, "if I let you sleep in again, we might accidentally stay here until the train goes to the next stop."
He glances up, seeing 3707 written on the train number plate. A sigh heaves out of his chest. "I don't always do that," he counters, falling back into the pace of normalcy. "I was simply too sleep-deprived at that time, they were pushing us to train too hard for the tournament."
"Yes, you do," you mumble, "remember that other time we went to meet—"
The train rattles. The sudden motion comes with an abrupt stop. Your face changes from nonchalance to resignation. In front of everyone's mixture of surprise and fear, the two of you stand out as an alienating image of calm. You slip your hand into him and he squeezes back gently. Here it is, at the beginning of everything, once more.
"Nice to see you again."
"Mhm, nice to see you again, too," you smile at him cheerily, "been a while since I last saw you."
He tries to keep it quiet. He really does. Yet, every time he rereads that scene, he feels the waterworks coming again. His girlfriend has told him to stop reading stories that make him emotionally worn but how will he get his kick otherwise?!
"...Baby, are you reading that death scene again?"
"...No?"
Crap, that denial comes out cracked and uncertain. She will definitely know.
"Dokja?"
A hint of warning. He can hear her approaching footsteps.
"I love it, okay! It represents their unyielding love and, and—"
"Baby," she enters the room, arms crossed when she sees him hiding under the blanket, "you know crying too much will make you sick."
He sniffles, "Does not."
"Yes, it does." She deadpans. "Try not to let it get to you, okay? And go down for dinner once you're done."
"Okay..." He mutters quietly, and then as she turns away from the door, he calls out. "Love you."
From the tiny hole he makes to peak out from his blanket, he can see her smiling back at him. The sight is enough to make him melt. "Love you too."
Yu Junghyeok might have his undying love, but Kim Dokja doesn't envy him for it. The undying comes with both pain and suffering, far more than everything he has experienced on his own.
It is better like this. Let him see Junghyeok's story through the screen of his phone and he will live his simple life with the love of his life.
Better for it to stay that way. Sometimes, normal is better.
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