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rendy-a · 1 year

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I really love your self-aware AU! It's awesome! Would it be okay to request some headcanons (or a snippet of something whatever makes you happiest) for self-aware Riddle and/or Malleus?

Have a great day!

-🍰Anon

I'm glad people are enjoying my AU! Shout out to @writingforatwistedworld, whose own Self-Aware AU inspired my own.

You assumed that everyone who ever played Twisted Wonderland had two things on their isekai bucket list; attending a feast at Scarabia to try Jamil’s cooking and being invited to an Unbirthday Party at Heartslabyul to try a sweet made by Trey. Now getting invited to a feast at Scarabia was ridiculously easy. One day you walked up to Kalim and shouted, “Omg, look at that cloud, it totally looks like a pony. We should have a party.” Kalim enthusiastically agreed. You worried a little that Jamil would corner you and chew you out for such blatant manipulation, but luck was with you, and he only gazed at you with interest from across the room.

In fact, so many situations in NRC seemed to just go your way that you wondered if you had some sort of “main character” protection that prevented anything from going really really wrong with your plans. If that was the case, then you reasoned, you could be bold and try to get the Red Ruler himself to invite you to an Unbirthday Party. Plus, you’d already tried to hint to Ace and Deuce about it, but Ace would only complain. “Come on, Prefect, you don’t want to hang out with all those guys. Isn’t it better when it’s just us alone?”

You did feel a little guilty about going behind your friend’s backs on this matter. Especially with how shaky the relationship was between Ace and Riddle, who always seemed locked in some eternal competition over…something…when you were around. You’d never quite worked that one out. You suppose there are just nuances to things that the old TWST game couldn’t convey. You could always feel the tension between them though, whenever you were in the room. But if you were going to betray friendship for anything, it might as well be cake.

Your opportunity came sooner than you expected. The very next day, you encountered Riddle carrying a stack of books back to the library. You felt very much like Azul when you ran up to him and offered to help him carry the load (for a price, ha ha ha) back to the library. He looks at you startled when you offer but slowly a red tint creeps into his face. You start to worry if you’ve really messed up and are about to get one of Riddle’s famous outbursts when instead he stammers in agreement. “I..I don’t really need your assistance. But…but if you’d like…I’d certainly be glad for YOUR company.” You give a sigh of relief and accept a portion of the books, you felt like you narrowly avoided a disastrous hit to your plans.

You attempted to chat him up on the way to the library, but each lighthearted question or joke was met with a short and serious response. You realized that you really didn’t understand Riddle much at all. It was like there was a difference in status you couldn’t overcome to get to where you were friends. Even after the Overblot incident (which you very reluctantly took your place in), Riddle seemed to treat you with a nervous reserve. You felt like it was the sort of relationship you’d have with your boss or a celebrity or something; like he was too afraid to be himself so he kept a façade of formality over all his interactions.

Even so, when you set the stack of books down on the librarian’s desk, you had really expected a friendly invite to the Unbirthday party next Tuesday. I mean, come on, you had helped him lug that stack of books all the way here; that had to be worth something, right? Instead, he merely looked at you and fidgeted nervously still with the slight flush in his cheeks. You wondered mildly if he was getting sick or even if he could get sick. Do game characters get sick except for random romance events? And this wasn’t even that sort of game so maybe no one gets sick here at all. You tried to remember if any of the NPC’s in your class had ever failed to attend class due to sickness but were roused from your thoughts by a small voice, “I guess I should go then.”

“NO!” you shouted, the loud sound echoing off the library walls. You wince at the volume, but Riddle hardly seems to notice, instead he looks at you wide eyed and silently. Finally, you remind yourself that you have main character energy and boldly grab his hand and announce, “You are looking like you could use some air. We should take a walk somewhere.” Then you stride off, forcing him to follow by tugging on his hand. He follows you and then quickly increases his pace to walk beside you while, surprisingly, increasing the pressure on your hand. You smile, he probably never had friends to walk with as a child. It’s been ages since you held hands with your childhood friends for a stroll, but you were happy to humor him. So, you give him a small smile and ask, “Where should we walk.”

He hesitantly suggests, “The rose maze at Heartslabyul is lovely this time of year.” You smile at him brightly and say, “What a great suggestion, I’d just LOVE to spend more time with you at Heartslabyul.” At this, he looks at you with an adorable smile and gives your hand another squeeze. Then he breathlessly remarks, “Well, well then…shall I lead the way?” And so he does, taking you deep into the rose maze. He provides some commentary on certain points of interest (the hedgehog pens, the croquet field) until you arrive at what he announces as the Tea Garden. Your breath rushes out as you lay eyes on the familiar background from your old game. If there was ever a place to lay a hint on him, this was it.

“Wow, its so beautiful here,” you begin in mock innocence, “I really wish I had more occasions to come here.” Riddle looks at you and then seems to get an idea, “Ah yes, yes! Of course, you should feel free to walk the gardens whenever you like, Prefect.” Ok, that wasn’t exactly what you were going for; time to hint harder. “Oh, but I’d be so lonely here by myself. Maybe, if there was a reason to come here with you. I confess I’d like to spend more time with you, Riddle,” finishing up your statement with a coy look. You see him mouth ‘confess’ to himself over and over, while you silently urge him to put it together and invite you to the damn Party already.

“Well…well,” he hesitantly begins, staring deep into your eyes, “if that is how you truly feel, how can I say no?” You smile radiantly at him, SUCCESS! Seeing your smile causes him to smile at you in return. He squeezes your hand once again and says in a much more confident voice, “Yes, well why not? If this is your choice, then why shouldn’t I ask you to tea? Would you please join me next week? We can have tea and I’ll help you study for your history exam.” ‘Bonus,’ you think as you heartily agree.

Only one thing bothers you when you think back on it later. Why would you study for your history exam? That exam was on Monday and the Unbirthday Party was on Tuesday. It was strange to study for the next exam the very day after taking the previous one. You just chuckle and chalk it up to being Riddle and his crazy studious nature.

All that night, Riddle lay awake in bed, unable to sleep. How had this happened? He hardly knew. The Player (THE PLAYER) had confessed their love for him and asked to join him on a date. Now technically, it was against the rules for the inhabitants of Twisted Wonderland to interact with the Player in that way, but this was one rule that even Riddle was willing to break. He couldn’t wait for Sunday to arrive and your very first date.

You remembered the first day you attended class in Twisted Wonderland. You’d been wildly excited to attend classes (about magic!) and see all the characters from your favorite game. That ended at lunch. You’d been in line, waiting for your turn to buy a sandwich, when you’d heard an unsettling voice behind you, “Hee hee, you’re so short, I’mma call you Shrimpy.” You’d turned to look over your shoulder carefully and met the mismatched eyes of Floyd Leech. Only for a moment before he smiled and all your attention belonged to those sharp, pointed teeth. It was then that you realized the appeal of a character was not the same in a game, where you were safe behind a screen, as it was in real life. In real life, a dangerous mafioso eel is actually rather intimidating to stand in front of in a line.

For that reason, you feel rather strange about the possibility that you’d one day meet Malleus Draconia. Before the Floyd incident, you’d been excited to be ‘that student’ the one who wasn’t at all afraid of him and you’d just become super friends right away. Only, now you wondered if you’d actually cower silently or join the ranks of the many nervous NPC’s that dash out of his way in the hall. You wonder how much credence to put into the mysterious aura TWST claimed for him to have.

It remained only a thought in your head until the day you turned a corner in the hall to see the infamous Diasomnia crowd coming down the other end of the hall. It was immediately obvious that, yes, Malleus had quite the ominous aura. You might have stood silently in the hall and let him turn toward the third year’s classrooms without saying a word except, you seemed to also have some strange aura as an isekai’d student. Students backing away from the imposing Diasomnia guards would suddenly become aware of you and stop, unsure of which way to turn. Before long, the entire hallway was at a stand-still. The only change was that the Diasomnia students had become aware of you and were watching with keen interest.

You cursed your fate in TWST, the game seeming to insist that you be the main character in each awkward situation; the decision of how to progress the route entirely left to your own designs. “Um,” you begin awkwardly, “How wonderful, I had been meaning to talk with you Malleus?” You cringe at how your statement ends up being more of a question than a request. It has the desired effect though; students look back and forth between you in awe and then quickly empty from the halls. In a short time, only you and the four students from Diasomnia remain.

Malleus turns curious eyes to you and enquires, “You wished to have words with me, Child of Man?” Here all your daydreams fall apart; at no time during all your earlier visions of talking to Malleus did you actually plan something to say to him. You stare at him, wide eyed and then feel your mouth open and were horrified when words emerged, “Gargoyles. I just love ‘em.” Malleus’s eyes open wide and then he smiles slightly, putting his hand to his mouth, as though pondering that deep wisdom, “Is that so?” You nod dumbly, “Oh yeah, I wish there was like a way to learn more about them…”

The way his eyes lit up in delight erased any uncertainty you had been feeling. You felt all your misgivings about him evaporate; he wasn’t the fearsome Malleus Draconia, he was your friend Tsunataro! You smiled at him and the others, genuine warmth creeping into your expression. Lilia looks back and forth between you and then smiles knowingly, “Well boys, why don’t we just move along and let these two talk, hmm?” Then he makes shooing motions at Silver and Sebek to herd them down the hall, pausing to give you a wink before following. You decided that Lilia was as strange in person as he was in the game; who winks at someone the first time you meet?

You turn your attention back to Malleus and are shocked to find him right at your side. How can someone that large move so quietly? You resist the impulse to back up and look up into his eyes instead. He chuckles, “My, you are a brave one.” Instead of being offended, he looks rather happy at the prospect. “Perhaps you are brave enough to join me in Gargoyle Studies club?” he offers with feigned indifference. You smile up at him and lay a hand on his arm in a friendly fashion, “Of course Malleus, I’d love to join you!”

He looks startled for a moment, “You know who I am? And you’d still join me?” You laugh and think, ‘oh, it’s this plotline.’ So, you sweetly reply, “Of course, I’m not afraid of you at all.” He smiles in amusement, “No?” You fluster and start stammering, “No, not at all. I mean you were my favorite in the game. I really think you look cool in your dorm uniform and the way you banter at the other dorm leaders is so fun.” You shake your head in embarrassment and return your eyes to his face only to find him rather shocked. “Game…” he says slowly, and your eyes go wide; you’d broken the only rule of this world; you’d spoken of the ‘game.’ You were speechless, standing rooted in the hall and no longer feeling like such a main character.

Finally, Malleus smiles with all his teeth displayed, “Player, how bold of you to speak out.” You thought he meant to be friendly but suddenly, it seemed rather ominous. “I…I think I’m not supposed to talk about that. Can you not tell the others?” He chuckles deeply and places a hand on your shoulder, “Worry not, dear Player. This shall be our secret.” You let out a small sigh of relief, at least this player business wouldn’t be all over the school. Then he leans closer and whispers, “And you’ll join me in the Gargoyle Studies Club, yes?” You nod, “Oh yes, I will. I…I’m looking forward to it?” You no longer sound confident at all, but his eyes narrow in satisfaction as he allows you to depart. You do so quickly, wondering if anything bad would come of your misstep. Surely not, it was only the one time and you’d be sure never to make that same mistake again!

Malleus watches you go with great pleasure. A secret shared; such things are binding between the two who share it. As a fae, he knew better than most how such bindings can be made to be more permanent. Yes, it was true that speaking to the Player in such a manner was taboo. However, Malleus was a Prince of the Dark Court; what care did he have for taboo? He’d dare far more to bind the Player to his side. This, this was just a fortuitous beginning to a very long partnership between you. He’d make sure of it.

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julianalvarez9 · 1 year

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firsts / christian pulisic

face claim: hailee stenfield

request: Hi, first off i wanna say i love your blog! If you’re still taking requests, could you do one with y/n and christian being a private but not secret couple? (y/n is a famous actress) they get super shy when asked about each other in interviews and dodge the questions but social media gets to see a sneak peek of their relationship because they are always supportive of each other

author's note: tysm for your ask!! <33 sorry that it took me this long but i didn't know how to portray this in a way that i liked but i think this is it 🤍 hope you like it!!

| FIRST TIME YOU TWO MEET

christian was never one to attend parties without his friends, and every time they decided that they'll go out, it took a large amount of convincing for him to go with him. but today, luck seemed to be on their side and christian accepted the invitation rather quickly. on the other hand, you were at every party. being a rising actress, you knew how beneficial it was for your career to mingle with new people, not that you had to force it, it came naturally to you.

your friends had insisted you go to this particular party because they wanted you to meet someone. you weren't looking for a relationship at the moment given how busy your schedule already was, but you were surprised when you met christian, and you two hit it off from the start. never an awkward silence between you two, not just because you were joined with your group of friends, but also because even when it was just you two speaking, everything just felt good.

at the end of the night, you two had exchanged numbers promising to meet again, and both your friends couldn't be happier to see their matchmaking skills becoming a reality.

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| FIRST TIME INTERACTING ONLINE

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| FIRST TIME YOU MENTIONED HIM

"so, who are you supporting for the superbowl this year?" simon, the interviewer, questioned, after extensively talking about the role you were playing in your next movie. "well, the rams are my favorite team but they're obviously out, so i'd say the eagles" you joked, knowing that they were one of christian's teams apart from the jets, who hadn't reached the conference finals either. "caught me by surprise there!" the man who was in charge of your interview said, giggling a bit while the public cheered. "yeah, i caught my boyfriend watching a game recently so i guess that's who we're cheering for" you smiled, instantly going red at the mention of your partner. your manager had listed the topic of relationships off of every interview you had given in the past month, and you knew that by bringing it up yourself you were giving the green light to receive questions about it.

"that's new, y/n! do we know this lucky boy?" simon asked, clearly interested in getting the headline that would be all over the news tomorrow morning. "he's certainly not joe burrow!" you said, laughing about the bengals' quarterback who you found incredibly pretty, but who wasn't your boyfriend. the public laughed at your joke and thankfully, you got out of the topic without having to reveal the secret identity of your partner.

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| FIRST TIME THE FANS SUSPECTED ABOUT YOU TWO

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| FIRST TIME SOMEONE ASKED HIM ABOUT YOU

christian was busy shooting a video for a random magazine. it was one of those where he read questions asked to him through social media, and he got to answer on camera. it made him a bit uncomfortable, seeing as there wasn't a real person asking the questions in front of the camera, it was just him before the lens. he started to read one of the last envelopes he still had left, that said, "we know you're a very private person and we respect that. in the past few months, we saw how close y/n and you are. what do you think about her?"

"well" he laughed, clearly uncomfortable about the topic, seeing as his cheeks reddened just by hearing your name. "she's incredibly nice. i think she's the nicest person to be around, honestly" he gushed, still trying to calm his thoughts so he could answer correctly, without giving too much away. though it would be hard, considering how many great things he had to say about you, his girlfriend.

"we're pretty similar actually. she might be a little more extroverted than me and i might be better at playing soccer" christian laughed, remembering how angry you got while playing football -as you liked to call it to annoy him, even though you were american too- with him. "i think we work well together, we're a great team".

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| FIRST TIME YOU POSTED EACHOTHER

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sugurusdiscordmoderator · 4 months

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barista suguru and reader has the biggest crush on him that they try to ask him out but got too nervous to do so!! however.. reader suddenly see him at a party they were invited in, and what does alcohol do to a person sometimes? confidence, and they hook up (eventually got together??) I'm not sure if this request makes sense, and English isn't my first language..

omg hi anon thank you for the ask - not sure if you're an AOT fan but @humanitys-strongest-bamf has an amazing fic similar to this w Levi and its god tier

anywaysss here we go <3

(The ages in this are all fucked up lol, Megumi, Nobara, and Yuji are 22 and Gojo, Geto, and Shoko are like 25)

content warning: Haibara and Nanami are lovers lmao, weed, alcohol, cigarettes, hookup culture

(this is my original drawing please do not repost)

Being well known on your college campus is a blessing and a curse. You loved being involved in a lot of clubs and participating in social events. Going to the library or trying to study was nearly impossible with how many people knew you. However being a senior, you needed to focus and get things done. You lived a little ways off campus to save money and started frequenting a little coffee shop a few blocks from your apartment.

The first time you stopped, you had been walking home from class when a storm with bad winds blew in, and you decided to just study in this cafe until the storm passes. There are little tables all throughout, you grab one near the back and pull out some of your course materials and get started writing notes and going over chapters for your quiz in a few days. That is when a yawn washes over you and the exhaustion from late nights sets in. You figure you might as well get a drink while you're at this coffee shop.

Walking up to the counter you squint up at the menu board trying to decide what you're in the mood for.

"What can I get for you?" a man's voice asks.

Lost in your indecisiveness you don't even look down to make eye contact reading between Americano, Latte, Cold Brew, etc.

"Mmmm, not sure yet, I may need a few minutes," biting your bottom lip thinking about how much caffeine you want to intake today.

"We also have a list of specials down in front of you," he says politely and you see him walk away out of your peripherals.

The thing is, you're not a huge coffee person. Half the time it's too sweet, half the time it's too bitter. The caffeine gives you jitters and makes you anxious. Also sometimes coffee just messes your stomach up so you just have given up on expensive coffee places and opt for making your own shitty coffee at home.

You glance down at the specials list, reading them to yourself,

"Almond Joy Latte

Sparkling Green Tea Refresher

Pink Velvet Cold Brew

Barista's Choice"

You finally look up at the employee, a tall man that is turned around cleaning the espresso machine. His hair is pulled back into a cute bun and his frame is just large. You look at his hands, so large and strong with some veins protruding. He has a black button up on with the sleeves rolled up, exposing tattoos on his forearms. Matching it with black pants and a black apron, he looks kind of dark and mysterious.

He turns around and catches your eye, forgetting all the words that were about to form in your head.

"Still need a minute?" He squints his eyes a little and smiles softly as your eyes rake over his whole face. He has a piece of black bangs sticking out from the bun, pierced ears, a lip ring, amber eyes, and an amazingly chiseled jaw. Your mouth opens but nothing comes out and you can feel the heat spread across your cheeks.

"Uh, I, sorry," you shake your head and try to laugh at your own stupor, "Can I do the barista's choice?"

He nods, "Any preferences?"

"Uhm, no, whatever you like," you completely lie through your teeth trying to seem chill. He taps in the order on the iPad at the register and flips it over for you to pay and sign. At least it isn't too expensive if you don't like it, but you eagerly press the "25%" tip button hoping Mr. tall, dark, and handsome appreciates it.

"I'll bring it over to you when it's ready," he smiles and nods his head towards where you were seated.

"Thanks," you smile awkwardly walking back to your course materials, although it's not like you'll be focusing on anything other than the barista soon. You not-so-casually watch him work, obsessed with a man you've hardly spoken to once.

A few minutes later he brings over a cute tea cup and saucer, and you immediately smile when he sets it down, seeing the little design on top.

"It's a dirty chai...like a chai tea latte with a shot of espresso in it and a little special touch. Let me know if you like it."

The man smirks and walks away before you can even properly thank him. You burn your tongue eagerly taking a sip too soon, trying to find another excuse to talk to him. You try to take your mind off of it by scrolling through instagram for a bit while drinking your latte but around this time of year its all couples and engagements and babies which only adds to how down bad you feel. You get a text from your friend Nobara letting you know that a friend of her friend, Megumi, is having a party Friday and the friend told Megumi who told Nobara that they could bring whoever. After deciphering the word vomit of a text she sent you you send back a "thumbs up emoji" letting her know you'll be there because nobody else has invited you anywhere yet.

You finish your drink and decide to pack up your stuff and head home, a few blocks in the rain won't hurt you. It might cool you off from thinking about the dreamy barista you just met. You set the cute mug on the counter, and he turns around when he hears the noise. He raised an eyebrow, as if asking 'how was it?'

"It was great," you smile, "uhm, have a good one," you slightly shrug and turn around to go before he can add anything, just like he did to you earlier.

The next few days are uneventful, you walk by the coffee shop every day on your way to campus, wondering if he is working or if you should go in, but not wanting to struggle to pick a drink or pay for coffee again.

On Friday Nobara walks back to your apartment with you, she commutes in to town so whenever there is a party or something going on she crashes on your couch. She eyes the little cafe, "Want coffee? I think tonight might be pretty fun from the sounds of it!" She practically squeals and you find it adorable how excited she is. "Sure" you grumble, holding the door open for her.

She waltzes right up to the counter, decisive as always, and knows exactly what she wants. You trail behind her, not seeing any employees at the counter, squinting up at the menu board yet again. That's when you hear giggling come from the back room and see the handsome barista come out with some supplies, followed by a cute girl with a short brown bob who seems to be helping him.

You can't help but think about his beautiful laugh, and how you can hear it again.

"See ya tonight Shoko" he says, putting his apron back on and refocusing his attention to Nobara.

"Bye Geto!" This so called Shoko calls back to him as she walks out the front door. You cant help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the way he was in the backroom with his apron off and laughing with a girl.

Like girl - quit being delusional, you just heard his name for the first time and he probably doesn't even know who you are.

"Y/n, what do you want?" Nobara interrupts your talk with yourself.

"I'll have what she's having," you say overly confident, smiling at Geto. They both side eye you and you just remain oblivious, opting to go on your phone as you let your friend pay for your coffee as payment for her 'hotel' for the night. The two of you move out of the way and stand off to the side waiting for your drinks while Nobara talks about how Megumi's other friend Yuji is going to be there tonight with his big brother Sukuna and how excited she is because they're both sooo attractive. You nod your head along with what she says while scrolling on your phone. It's not that you don't care what she's saying, it's just that she knows so much about everything. All the gossip on campus is at your fingertips because of her, good or bad. You zone out staring at whatever drinks the barista is making, watching his damn good looking hands do his job. He walks over to you with two cups and you can't help but just stare at him. His outfit today consists of jeans and a tight black tshirt with a flannel jacket over top.

"Two iced matcha lattes with coconut milk and a strawberry cold foam on top," He smiles as Nobara eagerly grabs both of the drinks and hands one to you.

She sips it right away, "This is the best I've ever had thank youuu," she dramatically draws out while pulling you out the door heading to your apartment again. You look back to see him watching you leave and give a small wave with the hand that is holding your drink. You can't tell if you're imagining it but you think you see a faint blush over his cheeks.

You and Nobara enjoy your typical pregame activities, getting ready together, listening to music, and sharing a blunt.

"The guy at the coffee shop was checking you out," she half slurs, talking while applying her lip gloss.

"What makes you say that?" You think she's messing with you but you also hadn't told her about your little crush.

"When I was ordering he was staring at you the WHOLE time. Like he didn't even make eye contact with me I don't think!" She wines, "God it's not fair he's so gorgeous."

"To be fair Nobara, you think most guys are gorgeous" You giggle and walk towards the freezer to grab some liquor. "Speaking of gorgeous men, who's party are we even going to tonight?"

"I think it's at some guy named Satoru Gojo's house? I guess he's good childhood friends with Megumi from when he didn't really have a dad." There goes your friend, sharing other people's business when she didn't really need to.

"Mmm," you nod and throw back a shot of liquor, "I think I had a class with him when I was like a freshman and he was a senior. A real interesting character."

"Maybe you can introduce me and I'll get lucky," Nobara raises her eyebrows at you.

"You will not be having sex on my couch." You say sternly before you both erupt in a fit of giggles. Gathering a few last minute things before heading out, you also grab a reusable shopping tote and fill it with a little bit of your own alcohol, you never know what they may or may not have at these kinds of parties.

Walking there was a little chilly but overall a nice night for the time of year. This guy must've gone to your school and hadn't left yet given the proximity of his house to your apartment and to campus.

You walk in and see Yuji Itadori right away with his friendly smile and big personality. He gives you both hugs and you know at least if Nobara doesn't get lucky with anyone else she can rely on Yuji.

Your energetic friend holds your hand as she searches the rest of the party to find her friend Megumi. He stands in the kitchen with a white haired man that you faintly think is this Gojo guy, both getting ready to shotgun a beer together. You and Nobara wait to see who wins before interrupting, grabbing drinks out of the cooler and setting down your bag with liquor and hard seltzers in it. It appears that Gojo finishes just a second before Megumi and you hear Nobara interrupting, "Gumi what was that?! You lost like a little bitch?"

He groans in response but ultimately smiles, "Why am I friends with you again?"

"Because you've been stuck with me since high school."

Watching the altercation, Gojo comes up to you and asks, "You're with them?" Nodding his head at the two immaturely arguing.

"Sadly." you respond taking a swig of your drink.

"I'm Satoru Gojo, this is my place, thanks for coming." He eyes you over top of his black round sunglasses, making you feel like you may be wearing too revealing of clothes.

"I'm y/n, thanks for the invite by proxy," You giggle as Megumi makes his way over to you.

"Y/n, good to see you," the spikey haired boy gives you an awkward side hug, and a little kiss on the top of your head. Satoru raises his eyebrows at the two of you and you roll your eyes. When Megumi and Nobara get distracted and head into another room you fill him in. "Megumi and I may have hooked up once or twice when we were drunk," You blush, revealing your secret that hardly anyone knew to this stranger.

"Mhmm, seems like more than once or twice," Gojo sips his drink and sighs dramatically, leaving the kitchen to you alone.

Just then the back door of the kitchen that leads to the back yard creaks open. You turn to see who it was out of instinct, and recognize the girl with the brown bob from the cafe earlier today. She carries on past you not even really looking at you with her cigarette still lit in her mouth.

You see Nobara in the living room from your spot on the kitchen and mouth to her that you're going outside to smoke. She nods and thumbs up, but it seems that Yuji also read your lips and is interested in joining you.

You head out to the backyard, very dimly lit despite the pretty lights Gojo tried to hang up to make it look more aesthetic. You pull out a dab pen and a cigarette and hold them up for Yuji to take his pick. His eyes light up at the weed pen and he takes a huge inhale.

"God Yuji, careful," you laugh and proceed to take a smaller hit.

Your laugh seems to attract the attention of another group standing outside, and you immediately quiet yourself.

"Do you have a light?" One of them asks although you can't make out names or voices and even if you could you don't know many people here.

"Yeah," you respond, digging out a baby pink lighter that has a "Daddy's Girl" sticker on it, a joke that one of your friends gave you. Hopefully its dark enough that they can't see it.

A blonde guy approaches you to grab it, "Thanks, we have some seats over here if you guys want." Yuji happily follows but you're a little apprehensive. However they do have a firepit going so it is a little brighter over there.

"I'm Kento, this is my boyfriend Yu," the two introduce themselves, lighting their cigs at the same time with your lighter. You take another small hit of your pen as the brunette one comments, "Nice lighter." It makes you cough on your smoke a bit but eventually turns into laughter, "Thank you," You smile grabbing it back from them.

Yuji seems to be a little high from his rather large puff earlier, and you ask, "I'm going to go check on Nobara, you need anything?" He smiles and shakes his head and starts some conversation about an underground fight club with the two guys as you walk back inside. You enter back into the kitchen, grabbing another drink and heading into the living room where you last saw Nobara. She is having a heart to heart with some girl that graduated last year that you know of named Maki. They both have been drinking and just are smiling and agreeing with everything the other says.

She suddenly turns to you when she realizes you're standing there, "Your lover, he's here." She abruptly turns back around ignoring your inquiry of who she is referring to. You see Gojo and Megumi talking in the kitchen and decide to go talk to them instead of standing there looking awkward. You couldn't see from the angle you were at, but the brunette bob cigarette girl was also standing with them chatting.

Gojo waves you over to the conversation, putting a playful arm around your shoulders. "So sweetheart," Satoru starts, slurring his words a little more than he was the last time you talked to him, "Were trying to place bets on who's going to hook up with who tonight."

"Shoko has money on Suguru and Yuki, Megumi bets on Nobara and Yuji, and me, well I have money on you and Megumi." The four of you errupt in laughter and yelling over top of each other of who is correct.

"What are we arguing about?" Another voice asks that just came into the kitchen. You turn to see who it is with Gojo's arm still loosely hanging onto you.

"Suguruuuu" Satoru coos, "Finally joined the party! Shoko here thinks you're going to hook up with Yuki tonight."

"Like hell," he mutters looking to see who his best friends choice of girl is for the evening, before his eyes land on you. You can't help but drop your jaw at the beautiful barista from the cafe standing in front of you. It looks like he just showered, wet hair which is half up half down, and you can smell the fresh body wash radiating off of him.

"Who'd you bet Satoru?" Suguru questions, still having his eyes focused on you.

"I bet little miss y/n here and her boy toy Megumi." He responds and your cheeks flush at the fact this beautiful man may think you're not interested because of Gojo's fat mouth.

"Who'd you bet on?" Shoko asks directed towards Geto.

"I'll have to get back to you on that," he turns to get a drink from the cooler before taking a step outside, you assume to smoke.

You excuse yourself from under Satoru's arm, leaving him Megumi and Shoko to talk about more random gossip. Heading to the backdoor, you try to build up some courage to introduce yourself to this Geto guy. Much to your dismay, as you are walking out of the door in your own thoughts, another person was coming through the door to go inside but was a lot more solid than you. Bouncing back onto your ass you giggle, "I'm so so sorry, I wasn't paying attention," you look up to meet the amber eyes you've been thinking about for the past week. It feels like the wind has gotten knocked out of you seeing how close your faces were with him grabbing your hand to help you up.

“I’m sorry, didn’t mean to knock you over like that,” he slightly laughs. “I’m just grabbing a lighter,” letting go of your hand holding the door open.

“Oh I have one here!” You pull it out of your pocket kicking yourself for showing it to someone else again. Well maybe it will at least start a conversation. You hand it to him and he lights his cigarette, not making a comment and hands it back to you. You also decide to light a cigarette, trying your best to look cool doing it but because of the wind you’re having a little trouble. Suguru sticks up his hand to block the wind for you. His damn hands. It’s like as big as your face up close and you say “thanks” with the cigarette hanging out of your mouth now lit.

“Y/n? Is that your name?” He breaks the silence first.

“Yes, are you Suguru?” You ask sweetly back

“Suguru Geto, the one, the only, barista extrodinaire,” he laughs and draws a puff.

“I like your laugh.” You blurt out, now realizing your judgement is a little impaired from your weed alcohol and nicotine pairing. “Sorry that just kind of came out.”

“That’s okay,” he stares at you with kind eyes ashing his cigarette against Gojos house.

“Did you like the matcha today?” He asks after you don’t respond.

“Actually no,” you bust out laughing, “I don’t like matcha I was just distracted when she was ordering.”

“Distracted by what?” He asks.

“You,” you realize how close your faces are and how intimate the moment is with your glowing cigarettes and how intoxicating the mix of his smell is.

He nods and smirks at your response, glancing down at your lips. “I think I want to get to know you more y/n.”

You gather all the courage that you haven’t had with this man for the past few days and put it all in your lips and lean in to kiss him. He kisses back, graciously, putting his hand against the back of your head as you place your hand on his hard pec. He depends the kiss, moving his lips passionately before entering his tongue into your mouth. His free hand wraps around your waist.

Just as things are getting intense you hear Nobara squeal in the kitchen, “GOJO LOOK!” You both break the kiss laughing, but still pressed up against him.

“I think I may know who my bet is on for tonight,” he winks and gives you another kiss, making your knees weak and release a tiny whimper into his mouth. You pray he didn’t hear it, but instead he asks, “needy daddy’s girl?”

You feel your cheeks grow so warm and cover your face with your hands. “Just kidding pretty girl, your lighter was cute though.”

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reblogs and comment for a part 2 ?? 🤭🤭

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aurora-starwars · 2 years

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I just read your Ahsoka fic "actions speak louder then words" and I'm screaming I loved it sm omg

Anyway tho, could I request an Ahsoka x gender neutral or fem reader where they go out together or sum and someone's all over the reader and Ahsoka gets jealous and they end up confessing 🙏🙏

I’m so down bad for her 😭

Jealousy Is The Fear Of Comparison

Ahsoka x fem!reader

Word Count: 2281

Summary: Ahsoka gets jealous and ends ups confessing to reader

Warnings: Jealously? Men?

A/n: I absolutely love this request! Thank you so much! And thank you for requesting! <3333

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“I didn’t know how truly beautiful it was here.”

Ahsoka looked out in awe of the tall city surrounded by even taller snowy mountains. Ahsoka had never been on Alderaan, not knowing what to expect, she was more than pleasantly surprised.

“Oh yes, I love when stone reaches out of the ground, how unique!” [Name] teased, earning a weak elbow in her side.

“Shush. I’ve never been here before, and honestly I would like to be here more. Nice people, beautiful setting, sign me up.” Ahsoka smiled out at the mountains again before turning back to her best friend, [Name].

“We should go. Gotta make sure those supplies get delivered!”

[Name] only nodded and smiled in agreement before racing off with Ahsoka. The two were on Alderaan to deliver supplies to the people, a job of which was getting more and more dangerous as the war waned on. As the separatists got stronger and consequently, more annoying, they favoured getting in the way of Republic business, which unfortunately including moving necessary supplies to planets in the Republic. [Name] and Ahsoka were sent to overlook the shipments in place of a Jedi Knight.

“How is the delivery going General?” [Name] asked.

“All is as it should be. Great work, you two!” General Organa smiled, looking over the two girls.

From just behind General Bail Organa came a man and what appeared to be his son. The boy appeared to be their age, and had a friendly, inviting smile on his face. The two smiled warmly at the general and two girls.

“General.” The man and the boy nodded at General Organa.

“Ah yes. Ahsoka and [Name], this is Lieutenant Khoan Brimen,” He gestured to the man.

“-and his son, Tannor Brimen.”

Tanner reached his hand out to shake, a soft smile on his face.

“Hello, Ahsoka.” He said as he shook her hand, she smiled and nodded back.

“And hello to you too, [Name].” He said with a smile, but instead of shaking her hand like he did with Ahsoka, he grasped her hand and brought it up to his lips looking right in [Name]’s eyes.

A crimson blush spread quickly over [Name]’s cheeks. Shaking her head to hide, she smiled and said a quick hello back, a wave of embarrassment and discomfort washing over her. Ahsoka didn’t miss a thing, watching the whole endeavour she didn’t know what to do with herself, nor of what just happened.

“Alright,” General Organa smiled. “Why don’t you three go inside and get some food, it’s been a long day.”

As the three walked to the dining room, it became quickly apparent to Ahsoka the order of which they were walking. [Name] was sandwiched between Ahsoka and Tanner, leaving room for both parties to interact with [Name] easily.

“How long have you been here?” Tanner asked, looking directly at [Name].

“We haven’t been here very long, only a few hours.” [Name] smiled in Tanners direction quickly before looking forwards again.

“We shouldn’t be here very long, we have important Jedi things to attend to back on Coruscant.” Ahsoka stated shortly, not sparing a glance towards the boy on [Name]’s right.

“Well, you two are welcome to stay as long as you would like.” He said before looking at [Name] again, “I wouldn’t mind getting to know you more.” He winked the continued forwards. It was only a few moments more before they had made it to the dining room.

It was an open room with plenty of space for all that would visit on business. They had an open bar and what looks to be a buffet. [Name] and Ahsoka made eye contact before making a beeline to the buffet. They tried to have some casualty as they made their way there, but ultimately failed.

The buffet, as they found, had a range from bubbling soup bowls to rare meats native to Alderaan. Ahsoka and [Name] tried to get a little bit of everything, a challenging feat due to the sheer amount of food there was in front of them.

They soon had their plates and were about to find a table when Tanner waved them over.

“Hungry?” Tanner laughed, he’d never seen such an eagerness to the food on his home planet, they were not known for their food.

“Not particularly, we’ve just never had this many options.” [Name] answered politely.

It was true, at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant they had majority of the same thing every day. Though it was for the most part enjoyable, many of the Jedi Padawans were anxious to try something new. [Name] and Ahsoka included.

“[Name], I have to say, “ Tanner started before looking down at the table as if he was shy.

“You really caught my eye when you landed.” Tanner finished looking directly in [Name]’s eyes, catching her off guard.

“Oh, was it the lightsaber? I didn’t really think they were that on display. If they were intimidating, I really do apologize. That was never my intent.”

“You could never intimidate me. Fear your beauty? Maybe. But you, no. You’re too kind.” He smiled, a taken look in his eye as he rested his hand over [Name]’s.

All Ahsoka could do was roll her eyes as he openly flirted with her best friend. Ahsoka hadn’t thought too much about it, being that it was [Name], how could one willingly look away from her. But all of the longing looks, continuous touches and blatant flirting was proof enough that this was a more than a small crush for Tanner. Tanner was truly taken with [Name]. Something about him didn’t sit right with Ahsoka, didn’t like the way he was flirting with her best friend.

“You are too kind, but thank you, really. Tell me, what do you do with your free time?” [Name] replied.

It took all of Ahsoka to keep from clenching her fist. Why was [Name] buying into it? Why was his hand still on [Name]’s?

“That’s a good question,” Tanner’s mouth moved into a toothy grin that made Ahsoka uncomfortable. Why did he look like [Name] just fell into his trap?

“-well, you see, I do a lot of volunteer work here on Alderaan, I like helping the people. And since my dad is a lieutenant, it makes it easy for me to help in many places. But I suppose in my free time I like to play Sabacc with my dad.” Tanner smiled what seemed to be a genuine smile, looking right at [Name] again.

“My favourite thing to do though, is hike.” Tanner smiled rather wide.

“I can imagine the hiking trails around here are quite nice.” [Name] commented, seemingly missing the emotion in the look Tanner was giving her.

Ahsoka, on the other hand, did not. In fact, from the moment that they sat down at the table, she had been noticing every look and touch that would pass between the two. And although mostly one-sided, she didn’t miss the smiles [Name] was giving. What was happening? Why were they so close all of a sudden? It seemed like it was only a few years ago that Ahsoka and [Name] were younglings training together every day. Eat, sleep, train; all in the same group. The two were inseparable. Sharing a cot, trading lightsabers every few days to mess with the Jedi Masters, holding hands as they walked. It all seems so long ago.

As Ahsoka watches the two converse, an unpleasant emotion bubbles in the pit of her stomach, a feeling that causes Ahsoka to lose her appetite. Pushing her plate away, she rests her head in the palm of her hand as she looks out on Alderaan, still listening to the two behind her.

“Yeah, that was the best hiking trip yet!” Tanner laughed as he finished his story.

“Seems like it! I don’t think I have ever had even close to that much fun on a hiking trip!” [Name] laughed, holding her belly from the pain.

“You should come on a hike with me sometime!” Tanner proposed.

“I might have too! From your stories, they sound like fun!” [Name] smiled again before turning to Ahsoka, consequently moving her hand from under Tanner’s, wondering where she had been in the last few conversations.

As [Name] was about to say something, Tanner started, pulling [Name]’s attention from Ahsoka back on to him.

“Your hair is very beautiful, could I touch it?” Before she could answer, Tanner was already running his hands through [Name]’s beautiful [H/c] hair.

Although Ahsoka was still looking away, she could hear everything perfectly. The sound of Tanners question to the sound of his hands in [Name]’s hair. At this point, she was fed up with his forwardness and fondness with [Name]. How dare he put his hands in [Name]’s hair. Hair that she was all too familiar with. From as long as she could remember to now, Ahsoka has always been the one to braid her hair, apart from maybe Master Kenobi. In the morning and at night, Ahsoka would run her hands through [Name]’s hair at her request before carefully braiding it. Ahsoka felt as if her heart hurt from this wave of nostalgia. Ahsoka was lucky when she heard from both her and [Name]’s com-links that it was time for them to leave.

Ahsoka looked up at [Name] to find her already looking back, the look on her face unclear. They both quickly shared a look of understanding before quickly replying to the com.

On the way back, Tanner was making small talk with what seemed to be the two of them, although Ahsoka was uninterested in conversing with him. As they made it to the ship they started on their goodbyes. General Organa thanking them dearly, sharing a hug with [Name] before they started up the ramp.

“Wait!” Tanner quickly called out.

“Tanner? What is it?” [Name] asked, concerned.

“Just this.” Tanner answered before pulling her in for a really quick kiss on the cheek. He looked down and smiled before turning around and practically skipped back to his dad. [Name] stood there stunned. They all waved as they started to take off. It wasn’t until they were several klicks from the ground that [Name] came out of her apparent trance.

She walked around the small cargo ship until she found Ahsoka, which wasn’t hard as her presence in the force was overwhelming at the moment. Ahsoka was sat in the passenger seat practically seething. Her eyebrows knit tight, her shoulders tense and slumped, and her head facing the floor, seemingly in a staring contest with the ground.

“Hey Ahsoka? Are you alright? You seem upset and you were awfully quiet while we were in Alderaan.” [Name] eyebrows were knit in concentration as she tried to work out what was happening in her head, the feeling of Ahsoka’s frustration in the force was troubling.

Ahsoka took a deep breath through her nose, and tried to breathe out slowly but it came out as more of a huff. In a calm voice, Ahsoka spoke: “I am fine, [Name]. Don’t worry about it.”

“Of course I will worry about it! You’re my best friend!” [Name] argued, albeit weakly. Ahsoka was silent for a moment so [Name] took that as an opportunity to speak.

“Ahsoka, whatever is troubling you, I just want to help. I-” [Name] stopped herself, as if coming to a realization.

“Oh my force. You like him! I am so sorry Ahsoka!” [Name] paced in front of Ahsoka anxiously.

Ahsoka looked up quickly. “What, no.”

“Oh and he was talking to me the whole time.”

“[Name], stop.”

“I am such a horrible friend! How could I do this to you!”

Ahsoka grabbed [Name]’s shoulders, forcing [Name] to look in Ahsoka’s eyes.

“[Name], I don’t like Tanner. I like you.” [Name] went completely still. That was all it took. That was all it took to make [Name]’s world flip on itself. Ahsoka likes her. Ahsoka likes her. Ahsoka who she has been in love with since they were younglings. Ahsoka who would braid her hair everyday she could. Ahsoka who would hold her hand at meals and spend nights together talking under the stars. A warm feeling bubbled in [Name]’s stomach; not an unfamiliar one, but welcomed all the same.

“You like me?” That was all [Name] could manage out.

“Of course I like you, love you even.” That was all she had to say before [Name] was grinning from ear to ear.

“You like me!” [Name] exclaimed before pulling her best friend of forever into a kiss. A kiss that lasted a beat, but meant the universe to the two padawans. A kiss filled with unspoken words and promises. When they separated, the two were grinning like mad men.

“I am guessing you like me too?” Ahsoka asked sheepishly.

“Like you?” [Name] grasped Ahsoka’s hands into her own.

“Ahsoka, I love you. I have loved you since we were younglings.”

“But you and Tanner?”

“Tanner? Oh, Force, no. Never. We are just friends.”

“He didn’t seem to think so.” Ahsoka huffed, an amused look on her face, although a stroke of jealously flashed across her face.

“Oh yeah, like at the end where he played with my hair and then kissed my cheek.” [Name] shivered. “Yeah, I didn’t love that.”

“[N/N], he was flirting with you from the moment you two were introduced.”

“Oh.” [Name] grimaced.

“Also, what was that about him kissing your cheek?” Ahsoka glared at what [Name] could only imagine was where she thought Alderaan was.

“It doesn’t matter anymore. You can kiss my cheek now, if you want. To replace it.” [Name] smirked. Ahsoka rolled her eyes before fulfilling her request and planting a soft kiss on [Name]’s cheek.

A/n: I hope you liked it! Feel free to request!<33333

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mybabydenkikaminari · 9 months

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Episode 3 (OPLA)

-Usopp’s introduction oh booy (Jacob honey, you are so on point,, it’s kind of scary - but in a good way)

-Nami’s glasses appreciation

-Our beloved first Rolly Roger making a spectacular appearance

-”Nami, I think that the toilet is busted””We don’t have a toilet””Oh”

-Still “Not a crew”

-Luffy lines in general, just chef kiss

-Helmeppo getting what he deserves for being a bratty shit

-Luffy disarming Nami’s sarcastic comments

-Zoro and Nami getting in agreement that they are still stealing the ship

-Luffy and Usopp already sharing one brain cell, even if they just meet

-Garp playing with Koby like he plays with Sengoku

-Sham is a woman

-One complain that I have is that I would prefer Klahadore being more slim and tall, but I understand that it’s not realistic in any way or form, but his face is very very on point

-Luffy just accepting the invitation of this random rich girl to dinner, and the rest just rolling with it (yeah yeah NOT A CREW, my ass)

-Nami being shown that hates rich people (I think is very on point for her and a nice addition)

-Showing more of Kaya and Usopp relationship in general, and how much he cares about her and visiting her for her birthday and giving her a present and how much Kaya appreciates him too (Idk it just felt more real and important that in the manga or the anime)

-Btw the creepy blue tea and soup it’s a nice touch

-The closet scene, every single line is gold. Luffy not getting the point of Nami showing clothes. Zoro in the bathrobe complaining that he wants to wear black to Nami. Nami handing him the T-shirt that he would end up wearing and complaining about them. Nami betting with Luffy. As I said, Chef Kiss

-Kladahore being the gigantic asshole that he is in every piece of media

-Garp being a mentor for Koby getting the attention that deserves

-The outfits for the dinner party, OMG, everyone looked gorgeous and rightfully so

-Usopp and Luffy still sharing the same brain cell

-Usopp doing heart eyes to Kaya went he walks down the stairs

-Nami wearing Kaya’s mother dress and starting to realize that Kaya is nice

-Zoro naming the place where Jango would end up starting his friendship/relationship with Fullbody

-Nami’s girl boss energy

-Luffy correcting Kaya about being pirates and everyone reacting to it (Nami throwing daggers at Luffy, Usopp spitting his drink and Zoro facepalming)

-Luffy’s speech in general 10/10

-The scene with the knives of Kuro making Merry a butterfly (poor Merry :c)

-Arlong making his first appearance and showing that he is scary bitch and he will really own the East Blue easy

-Buggy being the rat that he is, throwing Luffy under the bus

-All the Straw Hats leaving their rooms (Zoro for alcohol, Lufffy for food and Nami for objects)

-Zoro already getting lost, not accepting that is his fault, as usual

-Nami and Kaya’s new friendship

-”Kaya needs me”

-Usopp and Kaya explaining to the Strawhats that they are NOT a COUPLE when all they have seen is them looking at each other with heart eyes and being in love

-Usopp also listing all the qualities of Kaya, like bitch YOUR CRUSH IS SHOWING

-”You are asking the wrong guy”

-”Okay. But if you were Kaya would you like me?” “I already like you” Oh, Luffy sweety

-Usopp and his daddy issues being represented is something that I like a lot. In the manga and the anime Usopp is totally fine with it, and I didn’t like it at all so for me this is a very good change. (I honestly hate Yasopp for leaving Usopp behind, I mean you can say a lot of things about Garp's terrible parenting skills but he at least cares about Luffy, Dragon cares more about Luffy than Yasopp about his own son, and that is saying something. Even Roger had a good excuse to not be there for Ace. I am just mad, but that has nothing to do with the Live Action so moving on)

-”If you’re gonna talk about feelings, I’m really gonna need a drink” Zoro what a mood

-Koby believing Usopp

#opla spoilers #opla #one piece live action #one piece netflix #my post #one piece

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lotusthewriter · 11 months

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Papercut

Fandom: Steven Universe

Rating: T

Relationships: Steven & Lars; MINOR - Steven & The Cool Kids, Steven & Sadie, Lars/Sadie

Characters: Steven Quartz Universe, Lars Barriga, The Cool Kids, Sadie Miller; MENTIONED - The Crystal Gems, Connie Maheswaran

Summary: Steven has been feeling anxious and he realizes it gets worse when he's alone. So, he tries not to be.

Word count: 3.965

AO3

A/N: Originally published online last week, I just didn't get to post here. This is mainly me venting my anxiety attacks as of late.

I also personally see Steven having BPD, just throwing this here if anyone finds it relevant.

TRIGGER WARNINGS - anxiety and/or panic attacks, hallucination, emotional neglect, abandonment issues, self-hatred, and brief mention of suicidal thoughts.

DO NOT SHIP LARS AND STEVEN.

P/roship DNI.

“Anxiety”.

A word Connie has mentioned. It’s a medical term that she taught Steven after what happened to them as Stevonnie. Connie, with her mother’s knowledge, took Garnet’s advice to heart and she gets to manage her anxiety whenever it hits.

Two years later, Steven still hasn’t been able to feel better.

Flexibility, love, and trust.

Flexibility,

Love,

And

TRUST.

Steven glows pink instead.

Thus, he goes to Garnet to ask for more tips, to know if she could try to help… but the gem tells Steven that he’s the only one who knows the answers. That he should seek them himself. Pearl and Amethyst, who wait for Garnet to head out to Little Homeschool for yet another fieldtrip, agreed indifferently.

Steven can’t even say anything before the three of them are gone in the light of the warp pad, so bright that he feels like it’s going to attack him.

Then, everything is empty.

He only stares at the void like he’s fourteen again.

Just that worsens the ache in his chest, his pink fists clutching his shirt.

Steven rushes back to his safe place, his room, before things get ugly and he goes ballistic, and he grabs his phone to do some research on anxiety. He finds quite a lot of resources.

Since then, he’s trying.

With the gems away to who knows where, and his father also out of town, Steven tries to get by on his own.

(As usual.)

…

But nothing works.

Steven does everything correctly. List five things you can sense. Distract yourself with things you like – watch a movie or a series or funny videos, read a book, listen to music or even podcasts. Breathe. Hug your pillow. Hang out with your friends–

Oh.

He… hasn’t done that in a while.

Steven can’t, though. Everyone is busy and it’s not like they should stop what they’re doing to be with him, right? Right.

Distract yourself.

Distract yourself…

Suddenly, a notification.

New texts… from Lars? How long has it been since they last talked? Maybe he needs help with something?

Anyway.

Lars: hey steven, it’s been a while right?

Lars: idk if your busy, but sadie and the cool kids are back in town and we thought of making a lil party

Lars: i know it’s kinda in the last hour so it’s ok if you can’t make it or if you don’t wanna go, but it’d be rlly cool if you came

Lars: but it’s your call of course

Steven looks at the above, wondering if this was predestined. It feels too perfect.

He hasn’t seen his friends in forever.

He types quickly:

Steven: omg I’d love to!!

Steven: I miss you guys sooo much

(Why does it feel like a lie, somehow?)

Lars: aw, we miss ya too buddy

Lars: i miss you coming to the BD to bug me every morning (followed by a pleading emoji)

Steven: Gee, Captain Lars, didn’t know you loved me that much (eyes emoji)

Lars: i was joking.

Steven: Were you really? :3

Lars: ok now your making me regret inviting you

Steven: Noooooo, come on!!

Lars: lmao

Lars: srsly now. 8 at my place, ok?

Steven: Perfect! I’ll see you there! ^^

Lars: (finger gun emojis)

Steven sighs, feeling so… light all of a sudden. Just this one interaction with Lars seems to have calmed him down a little.

The half-gem feels relieved. So relieved.

He can actually get out there and have fun with his friends, catch up with their lives, laugh together, share something tasty to eat…

(And he gets to distract himself from his rising dread.)

(To finally not be reminded how painfully alone he is.)

Well, it’s still 2 PM. From what Dad told him, Sadie and the Cool Kids are going to arrive at 6 PM… so Steven still needs to do something else to keep his mind busy. Maybe cook or bake something for the party. He doesn’t remember Lars mentioning a potluck, but Steven wants to do something nice for his friends nonetheless.

What is he going to cook or bake, then?

…

Or maybe…

“... don’t tell me I inspired you with my nostalgia.”

“You could say that,” Steven smirks at Lars’ statement, while holding two huge boxes of donuts with all the flavors he could remember his friends enjoying. As well as…

“You brought salad, too?” Sadie notices, almost wanting to laugh.

“Yeah, like Buck ordered once.”

“Heh, I appreciate your dedication, Steven.” Buck pats his back proudly.

“We miss our favorite roadie,” Sour Cream says, ruffling the younger boy’s curly hair.

Steven’s heart, instead of anguish, is filled with warmth.

“Awe, you guys are going to make me cry,” he jokes.

“Us too! This was so sweet of you, Steven,” Jenny compliments. “I’m glad you could make it!”

“I know every friend says this and it doesn’t always happen… but we should really hang out more,” Buck says, in his same stoic expression. “I love you guys.”

“Yeah, same,” Steven grins affectionately.

It’s a much more casual party this time, which is the best kind of party after such busy times. Lars’ backyard is lit by those small, spherical yellow lights, and everyone sits by the huge picnic table that replaces Lars’ trampoline. Besides the donuts, you can see Lars’ pastries, and apparently snacks that Sadie and the Cool Kids brought from their last tour.

They sing and play some songs together, they laugh at the stories from concerts, outer space, and Little Homeworld… Steven gets to hear more about their lives and how happy they are.

But most importantly, they’re very happy to share it with him.

Which is such an honor.

Steven is genuinely having a good time.

Perhaps the first time in so long…

He’s so happy to be a part of this.

…

The boy’s phone vibrates in his pocket.

He casually checks it, not bothered by it interrupting his immersion in the party. He’s not expecting much, when…

He sees that it’s the gems.

Steven and his family have countless groups for Little Homeschool, and then they have their own private group, just the four of them.

Pearl has sent him a rather quick and dry text informing him of their absence for the next…

Two months.

…

Two months.

Two.

Months.

And no, Steven can’t do anything to stop it.

Because he tries to text them. He sends a million desperate texts.

And his pleads are never answered. And they will never be, because the messages aren’t even sent .

He goes to all their private numbers, and nothing.

Steven calls them, to no avail. There’s not even the option for voicemail.

Bismuth, Lapis, and Peridot are on their own separate fieldtrips as well, so it’s useless to try to call them.

No one is reachable.

No one.

“... Steven. Steven?”

The half-gem only gets a little startled at Lars standing next to him, and bearing the most concerned expression Steven has seen him with. He also realizes everyone else has stopped talking.

“O-Oh, sorry,” he laughs nervously, quickly putting away his phone. “It was nothing.”

“Is everything okay?” Jenny asks.

“You looked like someone died,” Sour Cream observes, also worried.

“No, no, nobody died.” Well, except Lars , Steven would’ve darkly added. “It’s– It’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” Sadie questions.

“Yeah.” Steven’s dread returns to his chest, his hands beginning to shake. He hides them in his pockets, which doesn’t help since he feels his cell phone and it’s the thing that ruined everything. He’s doing everything not to turn pink. “I’m sure,” he mumbles.

Everyone looks at one another, unsure. Steven wants to scream.

“Hey,” Lars whispers, putting a hand on Steven’s back. “Do you want to go inside a bit?”

The latter hates that he likes the soothing touch, yet he’s also afraid the former is going to notice Steven is shaking, so he dodges it much to his own dismay.

“It’s okay, Lars,” Steven mumbles, wanting to cry.

He avoids everyone’s eyes, his hand almost crushing his phone into pieces inside his pocket. He’d love to throw this darned thing into the depths of the ocean.

“Sorry, I ruined the moment, didn’t I?” Steven laughs darkly.

“No, Steven, it’s okay,” Sadie reassures him. “You don’t need to talk about it if you don’t want to, okay?”

“Yeah, man, no worries,” Sour Cream agrees.

Despite that, the party does grow a little quieter. It feels like the emptiness of his house.

Of course. He screwed everything up. Again.

Now they don’t want anything to do with him.

(Like the gems. Like everyone else.)

Steven at least gets to resume his laugh and his smiles, because he’s always been so good at them.

Time goes by…

And they start leaving.

Because obviously, nothing lasts forever.

Jenny is the first one who leaves, and she gives Steven the biggest hug. It doesn’t smell like pizza anymore, instead it’s a sweet scent. It’s different but nice. But too quick.

Sour Cream and Buck leave together. The former sidehugs Steven, while the latter gently tells him to take care of himself, and to always count on them whenever he needs. Steven smiles and nods, without any honesty.

Lastly, Sadie, Lars, and Steven… the original trio. It’s been so long, Sadie and Lars are a lot more comfortable around each other nowadays, holding hands under the table. Steven would’ve fanboyed at another time when he sees Sadie casually kissing Lars’ cheek, causing her boyfriend to go pinkier than what should be possible.

Sadie’s hug, though, is longer than everyone else’s goodbyes.

“It was nice seeing you, Steven,” she grins with some melancholy. “Don’t forget we love you, okay?”

Steven doesn’t believe her, but he plasters a smile on his face just to please her.

“Okay,” he replies simply.

Sadie is convinced, and walks away.

Finally, it’s just him.

The only one left.

Lars is quiet.

Steven knows what he’s going to say.

And before Lars does, the sixteen-year-old puts his distraction in action.

“Oh, do you need help cleaning?” He asks.

“Uh, there’s… not a lot to do.”

“Yeah, but like, I could help with the trash.”

“Steven, it’s fine.”

“No, really, I–”

“Why don’t you go home and rest?” Lars isn’t even being rude, he’s genuinely suggesting it because he can tell Steven isn’t fine.

But going home is not going to help.

It’s the last thing Steven needs.

“Don’t worry, Lars, I can do this!” Steven grins widely and already moves to the table to take the remains of food and plastic, as well as the donut boxes.

He can hear Lars sighing in the back.

(Steven hates himself. Obviously Lars doesn’t want him here.)

(But Steven can’t go back.)

(He can’t go back.)

Indeed, there’s not a lot of work to do. Lars washes whatever dishes he needed for the baking part, while Steven takes care of the trash. There are huge trash bins in the yard, so he easily finishes the job.

… it’s over.

He does more.

Steven seeks out any trash he can find to fill the larger bin, both in the kitchen and the restroom.

“Dude, what are you doing?” Lars asks from afar.

“I’m helping!”

“But you’re done taking out the stuff from the party, aren’t you? Why are you taking out the trash from my house?”

“Because I want to help!”

Before Steven can go back outside, Lars stops him with a frowning face.

“Steven, you’re not okay,” the latter states seriously. “You need to go home.”

“No, I don’t.”

“I think you do. I don’t know what happened that you saw earlier, but you need to rest.”

“I don’t need rest.”

“Oh, you don’t?” Lars sounds sarcastic. “Like you’re not obsessively looking for stuff to do?”

“I’m not doing that!” Steven defends.

“Yeah, and I bet you’re not going to clean all the restrooms next. Or the windows. Or my entire bedroom–”

“Oh, haha , you are SO hilarious,” Steven rolls his eyes and tries to go outside again, only for Lars to step forward to make him go back. “Lars, let me go,” Steven warns.

“Will you at least tell me what’s going on?”

“I have nothing to say to you.”

“Alright, then go home.”

“No.”

“Don’t make me throw you inside my head myself.”

Steven boils. “Just let me do this for you, Lars!”

“I’m telling you you don’t have to!” Lars raises his voice.

“But I want to!”

“And I want you to be okay!”

“But I AM OKAY!”

“You wouldn’t be YELLING at me if you were!”

Steven growls in frustration, “Just let me go outside!”

“NO!”

He has had it.

The half-gem pushes Lars aside harshly, to the point of knocking the latter over, and Steven is too distraught to apologize for it. He rushes outside in the peaceful night.

“STEVEN!” Lars yells from inside the kitchen.

He just needs to do this.

He needs to distract himself, distract, distract, distract–

Steven opens the bin–

Noise.

Light.

Too much.

A swarm of white butterflies comes out of the trash bin, flying so loudly and so close that Steven falls backwards.

No.

Not them.

Not them again.

No. No. NO. NO. NO.

He thought he had it under control. He thought he would be okay. He thought…

Steven hides.

That’s all he can do.

He’s alone, alone, alone, alone.

(And he deserves it.)

…

“... can you hear me? Steven! Steven !”

He’s panting furiously, violently.

“Make it go away!” Steven cries.

“Make what go away?”

“EVERYTHING!”

He half regrets yelling, but Steven knows the butterflies are there, and no one else does.

“Steven…”

“Too much,” Steven speaks in between gasps, “too much, it’s too much, I-I can’t take this anymore!”

At this point, he’s aware that he’s pink and he can’t repress it any longer. It’s consuming his every thought, every part of his body.

“I can’t… I can’t…” Steven heaves.

Whoever is there must have left, right?

Steven is helpless. Hopeless.

…

“Steven, can I touch you?”

Oh… they’re still there.

“Is that okay?” They ask.

Steven doesn’t want to look back. He doesn’t want to see it all.

But…

“... y-yeah,” he hiccups, “okay.”

“Okay. I’m just- gonna help you sit, alright? Are you hurt?”

Steven shakes his head, unsure if it was meant to answer the question.

Either way, he feels hands on him, at first trying to remind Steven that they’re real. The hands are gentle. Scarred, rough, but gentle and slow. Their long fingers are a history of cooking cuts. Steven doesn’t know how he can tell all these details, but he does.

“Easy…” the sixteen-year-old is gradually being moved to sit.

But he knows that he’ll be closer to the butterflies.

“WAIT!” Steven yells in panic.

“What?” The other person stops immediately, but still gets a hold on him.

“I-I don’t want… I don’t…” Steven can’t even say the right words, so they come out as, “I don’t wanna die…”

Well, they’re still kind of true.

“Hey, you’re not going to die.”

“I don’t want to…”

“You’re not. I’m here,” Lars – Lars Barriga, perhaps the best person to deal with someone in this situation – promises. “I’m here, Steven.”

You’ve got nothing to fear

I’m here, I’m here, I’m here.

…

Whimpering.

“I don’t wanna go home.”

He gets silence.

“I d-don’t wanna go h-home,” Steven cries like a little kid after a nightmare. “I-It’s so… empty… so…”

“Lonely?”

Steven nods painfully.

“You’re not going to be alone, okay? I won’t let that happen.”

Lars sounds so sure, and the way he’s rubbing Steven’s shoulders… it brings the latter shivers. The good kind of shivers.

And tears. So many of them. All the tears that he has swallowed and never released them.

Steven clings to his friend, who squeezes him in return, the hug as rough and tender as his mere touch.

“I’ve got you, buddy,” Lars reassures him. “I’m not going anywhere.”

It only makes Steven sob harder, purely out of relief. It’s so ironic, but so true.

He cries for a good couple of minutes or hours, smelling vanilla and butter in Lars’ clothes, not minding the dirty apron the baker is wearing at all. Steven wants to absorb that smell and make it his home, because it feels so safe that he doesn’t want it to go away. He doesn’t want the hands to let him go ever again.

And it feels like Lars wants to protect him from the world, from whatever horrible thing that made Steven like this. Even if he can’t see the butterflies, Lars still seems to shield Steven from them.

Just that has the half-gem finally face reality, finding the butterflies roaming there, endlessly coming out of the trash bin. As Steven expected.

However, with Lars holding him right now, Steven doesn’t feel so overwhelmed anymore.

So… this is what he needed.

He gets now.

Thus, the butterflies finally end and they fly to the sky above, replacing the stars. They will never disappear, as he already knew.

Steven relaxes significantly, like he’s going to pass out in the hug. He lets out a shaky breath while Lars hugs him tightly in response, knowing that it’s the perfect kind of tightness for Steven.

Lars also breathes in and out deeply, squeezing the boy some more.

“Come on,” he whispers, “let’s go inside.”

This time, Steven accepts it, glowing pink and everything.

“... I’m sorry,” he sniffs. “I’m sorry I snapped at you like that.”

Lars sighs, but in regret. “I’m sorry, too. For being a jerk to you.”

Neither of them give excuses.

Steven contemplates the night sky from the skyscrapers, aware he can see the butterflies from there. In the meantime, Lars holds him as Steven has no energy left to cling.

“I hate feeling like this,” the younger teen vents, “it just keeps getting worse with time.”

“So you’ve had this before?”

Steven nods. “I-I’ve tried everything to make it better. Garnet taught me and Connie how to deal with our problems, and it worked for Connie… but not for me. And I asked Garnet for help, but instead she just gave me a life lesson and Pearl and Amethyst didn’t even care, and they LEFT ME without ANYTHING!” Steven snaps, only for him to cover his mouth and freeze, scared he might have startled Lars.

Lars, however, doesn’t look scared of him at all.

Instead, sad. Maybe angry, but not at Steven.

“So yeah, I’m expected to do everything on my own, I’m used to it!” Steven continues, more furious. “I looked it up online, since Connie told me about ‘anxiety’, and I did everything they taught me to manage it, but nothing soothes my chest, nothing calms me down… I think I only felt good when you invited me, and I got to see you guys again. I haven’t felt this happy in so long, a-and then OBVIOUSLY, something always has to RUIN it for me.”

He tears up again, his eyes burning pink and red.

“I-I… I got a text from the gems that they’re going to be gone for two months , a-and I couldn’t reach them. Because they’d already left. EVERYONE left. T-They all left me .”

Lars doesn’t say anything, choosing to hug Steven closer, nuzzling his black curls, doing everything to make sure Steven feels loved and cared for.

“Why does everyone leave me?” The half-gem asks.

Except Steven knows why.

He’s selfish. Useless. Clingy.

He doesn’t say any of these things, yet Lars pulls away just slightly with a stern look.

“Steven,” the older teen begins seriously, “listen to me, you don’t deserve to be abandoned, okay? No kid in the world deserves to be abandoned or neglected; they deserve to be reminded every single day that they’re loved in all the ways possible. You didn’t fail anyone by existing. I know everyone out there”– Lars gestures at the above –“made you believe that, but they’re WRONG.”

There’s some kind of ferocity in Lars’ words, the same one Steven heard back when the boys were abducted to Homeworld – firstly when Lars refused to leave the ship without Steven, and then when he convinced Steven to return home instead of sticking with Lars and the Off Colors.

A sense of protection, perhaps.

Steven feels warm inside, which he feels ashamed of for some reason, and at the same time it hurts. Which makes no sense, because it’s the good kind of hurt. What kind of hurt is good?

Still, the glowing boy’s eyes are only filled with more water.

Noticing that, Lars gently wipes some of it for him.

“You don’t have to be useful, Steve,” he says tenderly. “You don’t have to be self-sufficient, you don’t have to be strong all the time. You deserve to have someone, and you deserve to have someone when you feel the whole weight of the galaxy crushing you.”

Steven sniffs, contemplative.

Lars’ words are believable. Steven has always trusted him, and has always thought the world of him. Steven loved Lars from the beginning, embracing every little part of him, the weight that he also carried.

Still… one question keeps haunting Steven every single day, every single night.

“... do you think they would treat my mom like this if I weren’t here?”

Lars immediately tenses, immobile like a doll. Not a corpse, but a doll.

Steven, admittedly, asked that to himself. He knows Lars won’t have the answers. He can’t speak for the gems. It feels cruel to Lars, who’s just trying his best to help a friend in need.

The silence this time is not comforting. Steven fears he ruined everything again.

“Steven?” Lars suddenly sounds… fragile.

When the younger boy looks up, he sees a teary Lars already staring back.

“I love you,” the latter tells him.

The broken way he says it…

“Whenever you feel unloved, whenever you feel alone or whenever the gems fuck off to wherever they go without a trace,”– Steven’s eyes widen at the word choice –“I want you to remember that I love you, and that you’re always welcome here. There’s always food and life here, no emptiness at all. And you can always go see me at Spacetries and we can have a coffee and chat like the old days, or if we can’t see each other in person for any reason, you can call me. I can always teleport, too. I can do literally anything to help you, Steven, and I want to help you, because I love you , okay?”

Lars is cupping his cheeks like they’re precious, wiping Steven’s tears and crying his own. Like Lars is the one crying for him now, feeling his pain for him.

“I’m here for you. I’ll always be here, no matter how, no matter what,” he insists.

Steven is too speechless to react.

He realizes, though…

He stops glowing pink.

And he forgets everything else, with how genuine Lars’ love is.

Steven merely lies down against his friend, who covers him properly with his blanket. Lars caresses the boy’s black hair, in the same way that Steven has always craved for, even if it reminded him of bad memories.

It’s perfect just the way it is. Perfect in every way, just like you.

He doesn’t want Lars to ever stop.

He doesn’t want this to ever be gone.

But Lars won’t leave him. He will make sure Steven never feels anxious or useless on his own again.

And Steven…

“... I love you, too,” he whispers.

Lars tightens his arms around him, this time sniffing. If he cries on Steven’s head, neither of them talk about it.

It stays between them.

#steven universe #steven universe future #steven quartz universe #lars barriga #the cool kids #sadie miller #anxiety attack tw #panic attack tw #hallucination tw #suicide mention tw #suicidal thoughts tw #neglect tw #vent fic #long post #fanfiction #hurt/comfort

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mortallysecretdetective · 4 months

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Prison For Life

Summary: Based on the unreleased song prison for life by olivia rodrigo

Warnings: Curssing talks abt hiting someone once?

Authors note: This is my first post so pls treat this kindly and if anyone wants to help me make a master list and stuff that would be so helpful!

For as long as I can remember Chris hated me. Why where things changing now? Back in our sophomore year of high school I remember playing him horrible “prank” on me as you would say but it was worse it ruined the rest of my high school experience

*flashback*

“hey y/n you'd like to go on a date yea?” I remember the deceitful question. “yes of course Chris but why me im not that pretty or anything” I made a fool of myself “Don’t worry I wasn’t going to anyways” he laughs . He laughed in my face I remember in front of the whole school “desprate y/n” id be called or for the worse “Chris’s desperate bitch”

*Flashback over*

(thoughts)

I wasn’t desperate and I was not desperate for him that’s for sure. Now here a I am. Friends with the sturniolo brothers like always but something is changed. There’s this feeling between me and Chris. Maybe it’s the fact he’s treating me as if I was his girlfriend or something, Or maybe it’s what he told me the other day. I don’t need Chris to treat me like this. I know that I’m fine without a man.

* Present time*

Nick invited me to a party me him matt and Chris where going as usual. I went with them almost everywhere. I pull on almost maroon colored dress that fits perfectly. (https://pin.it/75IpPt6bs) Putting on some lip gloss and mascara I feel pretty confident for the night.

“Heyyy- OMG you look great lets go girl” Nick says then I relize me and him are matching. Out in the car me and nick scoot into the back as we giggle mindlessly the whole ride there.

☆☆☆

“Ill be back ima fill up my drink” whispering to matt as I walk away I feel im being followed but I shrug it off as for the fact that im already drunk. Going straight for the Mango Pineapple Svekda and filling my cup up. I feel someone’s hands on me I assume its Chris. “chris what are you doing” turning around letting out a Barely audible gasp. “Hey pretty girl names Joseph not Chris” grabbing onto my waist. I see Chris in a corner fear crosses my eyes. He looks pissed and this guys is grabing me and aimlessly talking about how bad he wants me.

“Yo back up” Chris yells at the guy across the kitchen. People start looking and staring. “And if I don’t this is my girl back up” Chris Pushes him in to the island getting in his face then whispers something to him. As Chris takes a few steps back he punches the boy in the face. the guy look terrified, I just stare in shock. Covering my mouth.

(thoughts)

Chris has never been so violent to a guy around me. I’ve heard of him getting in to fights with all kinds of people but ive never seen it.

☆☆☆

“Are you ok” looking at me with soft eyes, rubbing on my waist were that man was gripping on to me like it was the last thing he could do. I nod my head yes. The last thing I remember is him saying " If anybody hurts you im going to prison for life"

Tags : @robins-scoop

#chris sturniolo smut #nate doe #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets smut #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo #new blog #Spotify

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mlmxreader · 2 years

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Boyfriend | Bruce Wayne x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: omg new prompt list!! "say that again" "look, its just one little fake date, im sure we can muscle through it" and "mess with him, and ill fuck you up" for bruce wayne?

summary: maybe inviting Bruce to a house party wasn't such a great idea.

tws: swearing, insults, alcohol/drug references

Bruce sighed as he ran a hand down his face, not particularly wanting to get involved with your little scheme; he loved you dearly, but going to house parties was not his thing, especially considering that he would even sneak away from his own. He started to chew at the inside of his lip as he relaxed against your sofa, trying not to look at the television screen showing 'Jaws 2', the iconic music of the shark swelling as he watched you.

"Bruce, look, it's just one little fake date, I'm sure we can muscle through it," you pleaded. "Please? I really don't want Kay, of all people, judging me for being single."

The pleading look on your face, the shot of open water and a single dorsal fin on the television, the cloudy grey skies out the window, Bruce wasn't sure where to look as he hung his head, and with great reluctance, nodded. "Alright. I'll do it."

"Thank you!" You yelped, leaning your head back and letting out a loud sigh. "I really owe you one, Brucie, I really, really do and-"

Smiling at last, Bruce came to stand before you with his hands on your chest, his index finger only needed to move slightly to the left to be able to feel your racing heart against his skin. "You're my friend, (y/n), it's not a favour - I don't expect anything in return."

"Not even a kiss?" You teased, holding his waist and flashing him a smile.

"Not even that," he laughed quietly, blushing a little. "I'll ask Alfred to pick you up at six."

Alfred was right on time at six o'clock, Bruce dressed in the grey jogging bottoms that he often slept in and a hoodie that was a little bit closer to ending up in the bin instead of the laundry basket every day; he held your hand in the back seat during the car ride over, and Alfred made him promise to text when you wanted to go home. Bruce would have walked you, if you had asked.

But the music was loud, and as you approached the door, you couldn't bring yourself to let go of his hand, biting at the inside of your lip; Bruce gave your hand a little squeeze for reassurance, but didn't even think of letting go as he followed you through the house. The stench of smoke, not just from cigarettes, came from the back; red cups of every drink imaginable were on tables and counter tops for anyone to drink, even mugs of coffee and tea were put out; people danced and people talked and people sang.

Bruce hated it. But he soldiered on for you. He was certainly thankful when you lead him out into the garden, taking two of the seats that were by the pond; it was a little quieter, and a lot less crowded, thankfully.

"See?" You mused. "Not so bad, right?"

"I guess not," Bruce shrugged. "It's only like showing up to galas."

"Exactly," you nodded. "Just smile and wave, maybe kiss me if anyone doubts we're a couple. That's easy, right?"

He swallowed thickly, his gaze going down to your lips as his breath hitched a little. "Sure."

You groaned softly when you caught sight of a familiar figure; he was someone you had known back when you were too lonely to admit what an asshole he was, and when Bruce saw him, his jaw clenched, and he quickly leaned over to press a kiss to your neck - a mocking claim.

"Well," Kay chuckled, looking you up and down with a raised brow. He stank of Lynx Africa. "Look what we have here - (y/n) (y/l/n) with a billionaire? What'd you do to manage that?"

"Actually, me and (y/n) are dating," Bruce growled, glaring the other man down. "I'm their boyfriend."

"C'mon, like I'd ever believe that," Kay scoffed. "(y/n)'s always been an unlovable, disgusting cunt - haven't you?"

Bruce stood up, gently tapping your shoulder before he squared up to Kay; in his hazel eyes, it wasn't hard to spot the anger amongst golden flecks. "Say that again. Say that again, I dare you. Or, you can walk away, and leave my significant other alone."

"You're vile," Kay spat. "I think you really need to get your head out your ass, mate. Then again, I doubt you're more than just a pretty face anyway, probably as weak as a chihuahua."

You stood uk, then, getting between the two as you grabbed Kay by his shirt, yanking him close as you snarled in his face. "Mess with him, and I'll fuck you up. I don't care what you have to say about me."

Finally, he relented. "God, I was only fucking joking."

"Fuck off," you spat, shoving him away, only to turn to Bruce once he had left. "I'm sorry, I-"

"You didn't have to," he said softly, placing your hands on his waist and smiling a little, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours. "But thank you... and, for the record? I kinda like being your boyfriend."

"Yeah?" You hummed, trying not to grin when he placed his hands on your shoulders. "How'd you like to try it for real, starting tomorrow?"

"I'd like that," Bruce agreed. "Are you still gonna be protective?"

"I dunno," you shrugged. "Are you?"

"You'll have to find out," he whispered.

"I can't wait... wanna call Alfred, go back to my place, get a takeaway and watch The Devil Bat?"

"I've got a better idea, I'll walk you home."

#mlem writes #bruce wayne one shot #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne x y/n #bruce wayne x you #bruce wayne #batman imagine #batman x y/n #batman x you #batman x reader #batman one shot #batman oneshot #bruce wayne x reader #batman #christian bale x reader #christian bale #the dark knight trilogy #the dark knight #tdk

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waywardscorpio · 2 years

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Title: The Archer Of Infamy’s, Little Minx

Pairing: Damian PriestxReader

A/n: Not requested. I had an Idea pop into my brian and well he was the first one to come to mind. Enjoy. I apologize if the ending sucks a little.

Word count: 5,554k words.

P.s. This is my first Primal/Prey pairing. I'm sorry this ended up getting quite lengthy. This may only be one part. Unless anyone would like another part. I'm not sure if I'll turn this into a short one or not.

Idea: Y/n was invited to a Halloween Bash by Rhea Ripley. So Y/n goes to a sex shop as a last resort to get something to wear for a costume since all the other store were out of costumes or didn’t have her size. When Damian sees the outfit Y/n has on it sends his mind into a world wind of thoughts. Damian had his eyes on Y/n most of the night. He was fine until he saw her dancing with Finn Balor. Oh boy does that strike the jealousy. He hated seeing anyone with her, especially Finn, cause Balor knew he had his eyes on Y/n. Finn was apart of the plan though that Rhea hatched secretly to get Damian to finally fess up to Y/n he is in love with her

Warnings: Smut, Plus size reader, 18+ ONLY, Primal/Prey, Jealous Damian, loving rough sex with Primal Daddy Damian, sex shop shopping, handcuffs, oral sex (Female receiving. Male receiving), sex outside on the balcony, degradating a little bit and some Fluff. DON'T READ IF YOU ARE NOT 18 AND UP.

Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist @fanfiction-san @scuzmunkie @callmekda @phoenixoffiretwo

@luna-loo @braunstrowmangirl

@sweetpea-1970 @cuzimacomedian

*Third Person*

Y/n had always loved Halloween since forever. She loved the spooky season, besides it being fall. Y/n was invited to the big Halloween Bash by her good friend Rhea Ripley. Y/n was reluctant at first but Rhea has her ways to get Y/n to agree. “Yes, finally you agreed. Now the party starts at eight tonight. So please I beg you let that little devil side of yours out for a little fun.” She said, wiggling her eyebrows at Y/n. She just rolled her eyes giggling slightly. “Oh don’t think I don’t know what goes on in that head of yours. Especially everytime Damian walks by you. Oh he’s going to be there too. Just saying.” Rhea said, smirking at her friend. But Rhea knew something Y/n didn’t know about Damian Priest. Damian Priest the Archer Of Infamy is head over heels for Y/n.

One thing was for sure Y/n had always been in love with Damian since she started in the Wwe on the Raw and Nxt Brands mostly. She had become fast and quick friends with Rhea, Damian, Ruby, Liv, and Keith. Most of the superstars and divas would be there. Y/n thought about what Rhea said and she knew her friend had a point. Y/n hatched a plan thinking it was either now or never.

Y/n was on her way at her last hope to find a costume in time for the party. She walked into the largest sex shop she has ever seen before and she has been in a few sex shops. Y/n pulled out her phone and video calls Rhea. “Okay um…. Help. I can’t figure out what to wear. There are too many choices.” She pleads straightly stuck on what outfit to go with cause there’s so many of them to pick from. Rhea laughs and shakes her head knowing exactly what sex shop Y/n was at. Rhea decided to grab her keys and get in her car and drive the five minutes to the sex shop to rescue her friend in need. “I’ll be there in five minutes, hold on. Yes, I know where you are because I go there to get some stuff from there on occasion.” Rhea said as she drove, keeping her eyes on the road. “I owe you one Rhea” Y/n sighed in absolute relief. “Repay me by finally telling him how you feel. Okay I’m here where are you at in the store?” She asked him as she looked at her phone. “What if he doesn’t feel the same? Back left of the store aisle 36B.” Y/n Said to Rhea. “Okay be there in a minute” She said, hanging up without answering the question.

“Oka--- Holy shit you weren’t joking at all the choices” Rhea said looking at all the costumes on the shelves. “Okay we have exactly five hours till the party starts. Let's get to work.” Rhea said to her as she began to grab choices while Y/n grabbed accessories. After two and a half hours Y/n settled on a damn good outfit sure to catch looks and stares. Y/n hopes she can catch Damians. “Alright we have two hours for us both to get ready before we have to be there. Thankfully it is only a ten minute drive from here to the party.” She said to Rhea. “And to answer your question from earlier I have a feeling he feels the same.” is all she said on the subject.

Rhea and Y/n drive the five minutes to Rhea's house to get ready for the party. Ruby and Liv showed up early at Rhea’s house. “Where is she? Where is she?” Liv bounced up and down as the three girls stood at the bottom of the staircase waiting for Y/n to come down. “Oh my fucking god. In my opinion you’re going to have that man going feral with jealousy” Ruby said. “Yes Queen. Look at your gorgeous self.” Liv said. Y/n smiled at her friends. “I told you. Everyone sees how he is with you. If he doesn’t fucking grow a set I’m taking you.” Rhea joked on the last part as she adjusted her wig. “You haven’t noticed how he is always flirting with you or becoming protective of you?” Liv said. “Hell Liv here was the first to notice it before anyone.” Ruby said to Y/n. “I thought he was just being nice.” She said looking at them. “I’ll prove it to you. If Finn asks you to dance, say yes to him and you’ll see.” Rhea said. “Okay I’ll give it a shot” She said to her. “Wait, why specifically Finn?” She asked Rhea. “No reason. But we all know Finn likes to dance and you two are always dorks when you’re drunk and dancing.” She said half lying. She had a reason alright but she wasn’t telling Y/n why. “Well I’m too scared to ask Damian to dance and Finn is a good friend of ours and I’m comfortable enough to dance with him. Finn and I, just friends.” Y/n said. Rhea smiles and nods.

They head to the party after stopping and picking up some lollipops, chocolate, chips and drinks. Everyone was bringing something to the party. Y/n helps carry stuff into the party. “Holy fuck. Damn girls. Y’all liable to give people heart attacks” Keith said playfully as he walked up to the girls. “Oh definitely Damian is gonna cave tonight. If he doesn't, Imma fight him” He said to Ruby. Ruby nodded her head agreeing with him. “You too?” Y/n looks at Keith. “How have you not noticed it?” He asked her as he looked down at her. Y/n looks at him “I thought he was just being nice.” She said to him as she then looked between Keith and the girls. Keith chuckles and shakes his head a little.

As soon as the party got started it got more heated with music, dancing and drinking. “Hey Y/n, want to dance?” Finn asked her after walking over to her. She glanced at Rhea who gave her a nod. She set her drink down, took his hand as she walked out to the dance floor with Finn. Damian was talking with Drew and Big E about different stuff, sports, hiking, and fishing.

Big E was the first to notice Y/n dancing with Finn and where he had his hands. “So, have you asked Y/n out yet?” Drew asked after taking a glance in the direction of Big E’s glancing. Drew and a few of the other guys and divas knew what was about to take place the moment Damian saw. Damian turns his head to look at Drew as he spoke “I don’t think she has gotten the hints. What else could I do?” He said to the guys as he looked at them and raised a brow. Drew gestures to the dance floor where Y/n was and a fire was lit in his eyes when he saw the sight of Finn grinding on Y/n. Damian's jaw clenched as he watched for about a minute. “Five bucks says he knocks the fuck out of him?” Keith said to Rhea. They shook hands “I’ll raise you 20. Bet you he won’t” Liv added her own wager.

Y/n glanced at Damian and oh the look in his eyes sent a rush through her. She was about to play with fire when turns away wrapping her arms loosely around Finn's neck dancing closer to him. “Y/n do you trust me?” Finn asked her as he looked at her. “Yes, of course I do. You know I trust you.” She said, looking at him. The next song came on as they continued to dance. Finn turns them where Damian could see them both. “He’s going to kill me for this. Please forgive me.” Finn said as he grabbed her face and kissed her. Rhea and a few others watched on as Damian strides over closing the distance between them and himself, to get to Y/n. Y/n’s eyes went wide as Finn kissed her and before she could comprehend what just happened she was pulled away by Damian. Damian grabs Finn and swings on him knocking him to the ground. Finn took the hit as he stood up holding his cheek. “Bro what the hell?” Finn acts mad about it. Y/n stood between them. “Damian, stop. What did you hit him for? It was just a kiss,” she said.

Damian looks down at her eyes filled with jealousy. He grabs Y/n’s arm and pulls her outside to his motorcycle. “Damian slow down please?” She pleads with him secretly, trying not to moan at the aggression fuming off him. She had to admit she always got hot and bothered when he was fuming. Didn’t help either that her mind would wander to very dirty thoughts. She was snapped out of her thoughts by the sudden crash of his lips to hers once they were standing in front of his motorcycle. She moans into his lips kissing back. He pulls away, making her whine “Do you trust me? I won’t do anything without your consent. Your safety and well being comes first” Damian asked her as he looked down at her. Without a second thought she looks at him “Yes” She said without any hesitation in her voice. Damian helps her onto his bike and hands her a helmet after she gets on. “Hold on tight and enjoy the ride” Damian said as he started his motorcycle. Y/n wraps her legs around his torso as she holds onto him pressing against him as he begins to drive off towards the opposite direction of his home.

She recognized the way he was going though. To her surprise he didn't stop at the cabin he owns, he kept driving for about thirty-five or forty minutes. “Damian, where are we at?” Asked Y/n, as she looks up at the decent sized farm land and the beautiful renovated house. “I bought this place about a year and a half ago. Somewhere quiet, and private to unwind from traveling and touring the world.” He answered her question as he helped her off the motorcycle. She looks at the night sky for a moment before she turns to him admiring the soft features of a tough man. “Y/n?” He tilts his head down to look at her “Yes, Damian?” She said softly to him, shaking her head out of her thoughts. He thinks ‘Now or never’ he thought to himself. He took a deep breath. “What is on your mind, Damian? You can tell me anything you know.” Y/n said reassuring him it was safe to talk to her.

It surprised their friends when Y/N first joined the WWE because the moment she met Damian he was hooked on her and fell in love with her the more that they hung out with each other. Damian struggled to really trust a woman after his past relationships. He isn't the type to just sleep around. He wants to find someone to settle down with and spend the rest of his life with. Y/n is the girl he wants to spend his life with. Everyone around them knows how in-love they are with each other but they’re oblivious to how the other feels.

“I love you, Y/n. I have for a long time now. Every time we talk my day is brighter, everytime I see you I get stupidly nervous, and everytime I hear your name I find myself smiling. I don’t know what I would do without you, Princess. You keep me on my toes. Make me smile on even the worst days. You’ve been there for me even when I was at my lowest and you stayed through everything since we met. I am head over heels in love with you.” Damian said as he looked at Y/n. She smiles brightly up at him as she looks at him “I love you, Damian. I just didn’t know how to tell you cause you too, make me nervous. You always brighten my days, make me laugh when all I wanna do is cry, and I feel safe with you. I’m in love with you too.” She said, reaching up to touch his cheek softly. She finds a new found confidence and presses her lips against his.

Damian leans down and places his hands on the back of her thighs, signaling her to jump. When she did he wrapped her legs around his waist and walked towards the house. "What's your safe word or words?" He asks her as he walks her up the stairs and into the master bedroom. “Black Rose” She replied as she looked at him. She trusts Damian and knows he won’t harm her.

"Bed? Shower? Outside? Or do I have to chase you, My Dove?" He asks in her ear and growls deep, sending shivers through her spine and to her core. He sat her down on her own two feet. She thought for a second as she looked up at him. She always wanted to try the primal/prey role playing with someone. "Primal Dom?" She tilts her head with a smirk on her lips as she looks up at him. "Yes. Now, Princess, would you like to be my prey?" He asks as he takes off his shirt keeping his eyes on her. Y/n hums as she watches him walk towards her. Her eyes got dark with lust but also she wasn't gonna give in easily as the look in her eyes became mischievous "Oh Daddy are you sure you can handle me?" She asks. Damian would be lying if he said he didn't just get harder from just her words. Y/n saw the look in his eyes and it was sending a pool of heat even more through her body and down to her core. "Oh Little Minx Imma have your knees weak." He replied as he watched her inching closer to trying to get away. She swallows hard, biting her lip.

He got a sudden idea as he looked at her "Imma count of one hundred and that should give you enough time to get a good head start." He said to her, "What?" Y/n said as she looked into his eyes. "Run, Princess. 1… 2…. 3…." Damian said his words laced with a primal growl. Her heart pounded as she moaned slightly shivering. His voice always gets to her.

Without a second thought she took off out of the room and down the stairs. She was out the door and looked around thinking of which way she could go. For better traction she took off the heels she was wearing. She heard his voice slowly coming down the stairs "29…. 30….. oh Little Minx I can smell the arousal and sexual want pour off your sweet and beautiful body." Damian's voice was deep with want and need. She took off in a random direction. Y/n was letting a whole other side of her out no one has seen before.

Damian smirks to himself as he steps out the front door and takes a deep breath in smelling the air and faint smell of lavender perfume. He saw her shoes sitting on his motorcycle seat. He took his hair down. Y/n listens for his voice as she sneaks around in the woods. She could see the lights from the house but couldn't see him. That was until he turned out all the lights outside and the only light that either had was the moon shining through the trees. "98… 99…… 100. Here I come, Little Minx." He called out and then took off towards the woods. Once in the woods he started walking, and listening to his surroundings. She peaks around a tree to see if she could make anything out like a 6'5" tall, beautifully built, Puerto Rican man

She was good at sneaking around and being quiet. But Damian could always find her by just her sweet smell even when she was trying to cover it up. Damian listens as he calls out "oh Little Minx wait until i find you."

Y/n listens to his words as she carefully sneaks through the woods as quiet as she could. She accidently stepped on a twig. 'fuck' she mumbles to herself. Damian lips curled into a smirk as he walks towards the sound. "Oh Princess, I heard that. Mmmm I'm getting closer to you." He said loudly. She swallows hard and decides to make a run for it towards the house. Damian let out a deep growl when he heard her take off running. He had gotten close to her. "Catch me if you can, Daddy." She called out as she could see the front door was open like he left it.

Damian took off into a Sprint after her. "Just wait Princess." He said as he started to catch up to her. But Y/N, being Y/N; she had a plan as she made a b-line for the barn and climbed up the ladder after hitting the lights inside the barn. "Oh Princess, I know you're in here. I can smell your sweet Lavender perfume, mixed with your sweet arousal." Damian calls out once he is inside the dark barn. He knew it well enough to know where the second switch was. "I haven't even touched you yet and you're soaked I bet" he hums after turning the switch on. Y/n, snuck quietly to the open barn windows after tying one end of a rope to a pole and tossing the other half out the window.

Damian climbs the ladder and looks around. "Oh Little Minx!" He calls out to her as he looks around until he spots the rope. He chuckles to himself as he climbs down the same rope and looks towards the house seeing her figure running into the house. Y/n turns out lights in the house to give her time to hide so he didn't see what part of the house she was in. She strips down to nothing but her soft silk bra and panties. She hid on the back porch after she finished stripping off the dress and stockings. She carefully sat on the swing and props her legs up and open. She listened as Damian's footsteps got closer and closer. She bites her lip and covers her mouth to stifle a small moan that is trying to escape from her lips as she listens to his heavy growling as he gets closer to her.

Her core ached for friction or something. Y/n's hand travels down her body and in her panties dipping her fingers into her slick soaked core and slowly circling her fingers against her throbbing bundle of nerves. Her small pants turned into whimpers after she picked up the pace. Damian hears panting the closer he gets to her. He quieted his footsteps so she couldn't hear him getting closer. The smell of her slick drove him crazy. He could hear it in her voice that she was getting close. He quietly walks over and tears her panties off in one clean rip and snatches her hand away from her now throbbing core. She whimpers and squirms a little at the loss of friction on her aching bundle of nerves. His cock was straining against the pants he was wearing.

"I caught you my Little Minx." He hummed as he bent down. His lips meer inches away from her ear. "Daddy please!?" She said a slight attitude in her tone as she huffs and crosses her arms. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder and walked into the house and towards the stairs. "Imma fuck the attitude out of you. You're mine!" He said, giving her ass a slap as he took her upstairs. Her core aches more now as she moans at the slap to her ass.

He threw her onto the bed carefully so that she didn't fall off the bed and get hurt. "What are you going to do about it Daddy?" She asked as she sat on her knees looking up at him as she tossed her bra off to the side, leaving her now fully bare skinned on the bed. He grabbed her and pulled her in for a kiss, slipping his hand down to grab her ass.

He smirks into the kiss as he grabs her hair lightly pulling her head back and attaching his lips to her neck sucking and nipping making her moan. Y/N, bites her lip as he sucks at her neck. She reached down with a little more confidence and palmed his already hard erection. He growls breathily in his chest as his hips bucked into her hand while he was leaving a very evident mark on her neck that she'd have a hell of a time covering up.

Damian steps back and strips off his clothes, her eyes glued to his until he drops his boxers. He was thicker than she thought. "Imma take my time with you Princess." He said to her, pinning her to the bed and hovering over her. "Are you sure about this?" He asked one more time before he went any further. "Yes. I wouldn't have stripped naked for you if I wasn't sure" Y/n, said to him.

That's all Damian needed to hear as he pins her to the bed and whispers in her ear "I hope you don't have plans tomorrow." Y/n shivers as she replies back to his words "Nope, no plans." She looks up at him.

Damian licks his lips before he starts kissing her body, down the valley of her breasts, to her stomach, and finally where she ached for him more her cunt. He looks up at her "May I?" He asks her. She opens her legs more "Yes, Daddy" she said to him. He growls as he licks a strip between her folds, to her throbbing clit. The gasps and moans coming from her fuels Damian as he eats her out.

Y/n's hands went to his hair as she rocks her hips. Her chest rising and falling with little pants from pleasure while he was circling his tongue around her clit. "D-daddy I'm need—" before she could finish what she was saying her thighs clamped around his head as she came on his face her toes curled and her body trembled as her first orgasm shoot through her faster and holy fuck she'd be lying to herself if she said this wasn't the best oral sex she's had.

Her panting got quicker as her thighs shook the more he kept going. "You like that Princess?" He looks up at her as he watches her come down from her first orgasm. He was enjoying the beautiful moans coming from her mouth as he worked her up to her second orgasm of the night. "After this I'm going to fuck you, Princess." He said, wrapping his lips around her clit again, her hands gripping his hair. "Oh please, Daddy. Fuck." Y/n moans out her mouth fell open as soft moans and whines of pleasure fell from her soft lips.

"That's it, moaning for me turns me on more. Keep it up" He praised her as he teases her clit before wrapping his lips around her again. She whimpers softly as she shivers when she is praised. "Oh you have a praising kink my Little Minx?" He hums, sinking his head back down and switching between suck, licking and finger, Y/n. "That's it Baby. You like that? Such a good girl." He said as his fingers curled into the right spot he was looking for. He knew he found the g-spot by just the way she arched off the bed and her thighs quake as she pants. "Fuck. O-o-oh shit. I'm go—" before Y/n could even finish the sentence she was gonna say she was coming on his fingers and face again. He sucks and licks her clean. "Ohhhh Daddy fuck!!!!" She yells out in pleasure.

"Shit." She pants as Damian crawls up the bed kissing her. She moans slightly bothered by the taste of herself on his lips. He slips his tongue into her mouth. "Mmmm. Daddy" she moans rolling her hips up against his already throbbing cock. "Why do you bend me over and fuck me on the balcony, underneath the moon light?" Y/n challenges Damian as rocks her hips teasing him. His hand went to her throat and squeezed slightly as a deep growl that emitted from his chest and into Y/n's ear, had her core throbbing.

Damian kisses her lips making her moan. He pulls away, making her whine when he gets off the bed. "Little Minx, come here" he beckons for her to come here after he opens the balcony door. The cool crisp air made her shiver as she stood up. It felt nice against her hot skin. She walks over and kneels Infront of him. She took the sight of him in as she leaned forward and took his cock in her hand, licking the tip before taking him in her mouth. His head fell back for a second as he placed a hand in her hair and lightly pulled it. Damian looks down at her and fuck the sight was about to drive him berserk. Oh he was loving the sight of Y/n on her knees and mouth wrapped around his cock and her bobbing her head and every now and again deeping throating him.

"Shit Princess. Look at you being a good girl for Daddy." He said, rocking his hips in and out of her mouth as he groaned. His eyes meet hers as he looks down into her beautiful (eye color). "Fuck look at you." Damian said to Y/n. The moans that fell from her lips as she sucked on his member drove him mad with pleasure.

It was hard for him not to spill into her mouth. But she was making it so, fucking difficult. "Mmmm Daddy. I feel you twitching in my mouth already." She moans as his hand grips her hair a bit tighter. He pulls out her mouth. The little bit of spit string from his dick to her mouth was a beautiful sight. He looked at her for a moment before helping her up. He grabs her throat and kisses her, walking her to the banister. "Turn around and bend over." He growls against her lips making her moan and whimper in excitement. She did as she was asked and even spread her legs far enough apart so when she bent over it gave him a good view of her soaked core.

He stood behind her and grabbed his cock leading it to her already soaked pussy. He ran his cock up and down between her folds and oh it felt good to both of them. "If it hurts, tell me and I will stop. If at any time you change your mind, tell me and I will stop. You hear me?" Damian said to her. She nods and smiles at his worry for her. "I promise I will," she said softly. "Thank you." He said.

He began to push his head into her entrance as he went slowly. She gasps softly feeling the stretch. And oh it felt amazing. "You feel amazing," he purrs in her ear. "You feel wonderful, yourself." She said as she looked back at him. She smirks slightly before arching her ass up in the air a little more as she pushes back slowly while his cock stretches her deliciously.

The growl that left his lips made her core throb. She bites her lips "fuck." He groans out as he rolls his hips forward and his cock is now fully filling her pussy. "Oh shit." She moans at the movement of his hips. She knew he had good hip movement but damn she didn't know it was this good or intoxicating.

After she had adjusted to his girth she started to move her hips more. "Look at you being a good little slut." He said smacking her ass as he began to thrust holding her hips. She moans "Only for you." Y/n moans out as she pushes her hips back against his. Damian grabs her hair tugging it lightly. "Good. You belong to me now, Little Minx." He says to her in her ear, after he pulls her up right against her chest and wraps an arm around her chest to hold her.

Damian grabs her chin firmly and turns her head so he can kiss her lips, while his hips get faster and smacks against her ass while he kisses her. The pleasure was intense, his touches, and kissing and the best fucking sex she is getting made her mind go dizzy as her moans were now being swallowed into Damian's mouth. She gasps when he changes the angle of his hips. He was now directly hiring the bundle of nerves inside her core, and she was seeing stars. "Shit Daddy. Fuck there… oh fuck don't stop." She begs as her hands lock together behind his head. " Good girl. Feel the pleasure. Focus on that. But don't cum till I say." His arm around her chest held her, as his other free hand was now toying and teasing her clit. Y/n, damn nearly passes out from the amount of pleasure she was getting from him.

Y/n moans out in pleasure as she could feel him hitting the one spot that made her thighs shake the closer she got to her second orgasm. "I want you to cum with me, Princess. I wanna feel you cum around my cock" he said to her in her ear. "Shit fuck oh God I'm close" she moans her walls tightening around his throbbing cock. He rubbed her clit in circles. Her eyes rolled back as her nails dug into his skin. "Cum" he said demandingly in her ear. "Daddy!!!" She screams out in pleasure arching her back off his chest a little. A few more quick thrusts and Damian was filling her pussy with his hot seed.

Damian took her to the bed and laid her down after pulling out. He cleans her up and then himself. He grabs some Tylenol and hands her some water. Y/n takes the Tylenol and lays down. He grabs lotion and rolls her to her stomach. He rubs lotion on her back and shoulders. "Mmm that feels amazing." She said, to Damian. "You know I meant it when I said I love you?" She said to him, "I do. And I meant it too when I said I love you." Damian said after wiping his hands off, turning the lights out and laying down next to her. "Will you be my girl officially and finally?" He asks, getting serious. "Yes, I will." She said not hesitating for a second. She already knew her answer.

He pulled her to lay on his chest as he kissed her lips softly rubbing soft circles on her back. Y/n kissed back as she smiles and hums softly. She lays her head over his heart and hums softly. They soon fell asleep listening to each other's breathing and heart beats.

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watermelonsugarsigh · 2 years

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fraction of your heart ~ part three

summary: Y/N’s math skills aren’t the best, but she thinks she has a pretty good judgement of character - and Peter Parker does not pass the test. Find the masterlist here!

warnings: swearing, v bad math explanations please don't come for me i was a communications major at uni

word count: 1.3k

A/N: I actually have next chapter already planned out omg im keen as beans

Y/N was ready to throw her algebra textbook at Peter’s head.

“Let’s just try this one more time.” Peter had been very patient with her, condescendingly so, and Y/N was one more equation away from dropping out of college altogether.

“I understand it,” she said, combing her hair back with her fingers, tugging at the roots of her hair in order to get some of her frustration out. “I just - I can’t get it out of my brain onto the page.”

“All you have to do is simplify the equation.” Peter reached for the pencil she was gripping tightly in her hand, fingers brushing against hers as he pried her knuckles loose from the wooden exterior. Y/N recoiled from his touch, a burning patch of heat remaining where the pad of his thumb swiped against the back of her hand.

Y/N looked up, wide eyed to find Peter already looking at her. Suddenly, the air around them felt heavier, like someone was pressing on her lungs.

“Uh,” Peter averted his gaze and the moment was lost as quickly as it started. He grabbed the graph paper that was laying in front of Y/N and pulled it closer toward him, scrawling out a myriad of symbols without a second thought. “So yeah. You just use the distributive properties to rewrite it, then simplify and add like terms. Then, the answer is the same as Option B, so you choose that one…but I guess that didn’t need explaining-“

“Ugh!” Y/N’s head hit the table, arms crossing just before the moment of impact. If her eyes weren’t shut in front of her, she might have noticed Peter jump beside her, arms and back tensed ready to attack at any given moment. For a split second, Peter’s eyes scanned the room, only relaxing when he determined that nobody was in immediate danger. “How are you so good at this? I’m never going to pass this course.”

“Hey,” Peter lifted his hand and went to rest it on her shoulder, but hesitated, hovering for a moment before ultimately deciding to place it back on the table in front of him. “You’ll get this. You’re smart. There’s been plenty of times where I’ve been frustrated, and it works out okay - well, most of the time anyway.”

There was a pause, a moment of silence, where the only sounds Y/N could tune into were the gentle hum of the air conditioning and the rhythmic breathing that ebbed and flowed between Peter and herself.

“I’m sorry,” Peter murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “I’m not so good with words and... emotional things.”

“It’s okay,” Y/N answered, lifting her head off the desk. She could feel a red mark beginning to imprint on her forehead where her hands had been acting as a pillow, and she ran her fingers across the mark in an attempt to soothe it. “Thanks anyway, for the help and putting up with me.”

“So,” Peter said, brushing over Y/N’s apology, something that would have given him another cross on Y/N’s naughty list if she wasn’t so strung up about her own work. He started grabbing stationery items that had sprawled itself across the desk and packing them into his backpack. “Same time next week?”

“Yeah,” Y/N responded, still in a daze. She paused. “Actually, are you free Saturday? My roommate is dragging me to a party on Saturday night and knowing Flash Thompson, I don’t think I’ll be very coherent on Sunday.”

“Oh.” If there was one thing that Y/N had noticed over the past hour, it was that Peter wasn’t very good at hiding his emotions. Y/N made a mental note to never tell him a secret; he didn’t look like he would be able to keep anything from anyone. “Yeah, uh, I was invited to that too. I don’t know if I’ll go though.”

“Why not?”

“Well,” he bit his tongue, trying to come up with the right words to reply. “We went to high school together. But, like, he didn’t know who I was, we never interacted at all but yeah, he wasn’t the nicest person to everyone. I’m sure he wouldn’t remember me at all.”

“You should go,” Y/N found herself saying. “I mean, if you want to. You seem to be friends with everyone so I’m sure you’d be missed.”

“Friends with everyone?”

“Yeah,” Y/N said. “I don’t know one other person who doesn’t like you.”

“One other?”

Y/N’s heart dropped. She didn’t mean it like that, but the damage was done. Her eyes widened as Peter processed what she had just said. Obviously hurt, Peter stood up and picked his backpack up from the floor.

“Saturday will be fine. I - I’ll see you in class.”

Y/N opened her mouth to say something, but he was already out the door. She sighed, but she knew there wasn’t anything else she could do. With slightly more mathematical knowledge and somehow a worse relationship with Peter than she had before, Y/N packed up her things and made her way out of the library.

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bokuroskitten · 2 years

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soo for drakens event… imagine throwing a party 4 bestfriend draken. and ur wearing the cutest party dress. except it’s so short and keeps riding up and draken can’t keep his eyes off his bestie :( and so can’t the other guests apparently

LOVE THISSS omg nonnie!! Best friend draken has such a hard time holding himself back around you, his pretty little bestie 😔 things only get about ten times harder when he walks into your apartment, met with the faces of a bunch of his friends yelling “surprise!” And “happy birthday!” Despite the chaos and happiness, his eyes are only focused on you, you and that tight lil dress of yours…

The two of you get drunk together pretty fast. Draken needed the liquid courage to keep himself at bay, and you just wanted to party hard for your best friend of course! Anything for him, you had planned this whole party just for him, what was taking all the shots he slipped your way?

He wanted to believe you werent doing this on purpose, that you didn’t wear this tight lil thing you called a dress just to have him staring at you all evening. It left nothing to the imagination, draken could spot all your curves, dimples and dips. Even your pretty nipples were poking at the fabric, making Kenny feel unbelievably hard in the slacks he was wearing. He had to take a moment for himself in the bathroom, dampen his face a little and get the ends of his black hair wet to help cool him off.

He also had to pull his hard on up, hiding the very obvious bulge into the waistband of his pants and praying that no one noticed it earlier. Once he grounded himself, or rather, once his brain stopped replaying the moment the hem of your dress started to roll up your thighs over and over, he finally stepped out of the bathroom.

And he was not pleased with what he saw. You, his pretty best friend, grinding up against Hanma. You weren’t even sure why he was invited in the first place, the two butted heads more times than ever getting along. But alas. You made the guest list, and now here you were, ass threatening to spill free as it pressed up against the males black skinny jeans.

Draken wasn’t sure what pissed him off more, the slimy smile on Hanma’s face, or that fact that it was his birthday and he wasn’t getting that treatment from you.

So letting the alcohol make the decision for him he approached you two, taking hold of your wrist and pulling you into his chest. Normally you probably would have questioned him for being so rough, but right now you just giggled, eyes a little glossy as you stumbled up against him, fingers holding tight to his collar. “Birthday boyyyy~” your voice held up in a sing song manner, only making his brows furrow deeper as he looked to Hanma with slitted eyes.

Hanma got the message right away and surprisingly didn’t give much of a fight to give you up, he claimed it wouldn’t have been this easy had it not been Draken’s birthday, but he just decided to ignore that in favour of meeting your gaze. “Do you like your party, Kenny?”

You were batting your lashes up at him, lips still bright and glossy from the balm you had on them. He didn’t want to stare, but he couldn’t help himself. He just hoped that you couldn’t feel his heart pounding against his rib cage when he lifted a hand to cup your cheek. His thick thumb came to rest on your lower lip, and if he wasn’t sure if the alcohol and lights were playing a trick on him, but he was almost certain your lips opened a little wider for him, as if wanting to suck on the digit.

Keep it together, ken.

“Love it… although, I wouldn’t have minded it just being the two of us, like we originally planned.” You giggled at him, that was such a typical response from him. He always wanted your attention, it was just too bad that you didn’t realize he wanted your attention in much more than a friendly way.

Draken’s Birthday Party Masterlist. 💛

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Corpse recounts the time he first met his now best friend who too has been gifted with a deep voice.

Requested by two Anons. This fic is a mash up of two very similar requests I got from an unnamed Anon and 🖤🥀 Anon, so a big thank you to the both of you for sending in your requests! I’m really sorry to be posting your requested fic so late but I hope the final product is gonna make the wait you had to endure worth it! If you come across it and read it, I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

“Yeah, yeah ok, I know.“ I can’t help but playfully roll my eyes at the comments that are flooding in, “Before any more people address it - even though it’s only been five minutes - I’m gonna address it myself: I apologize for the absence of the guest I promised would accompany me on this stream. She made the choice to party until late - or should I say early - and is currently probably asleep. And...I just don’t have the heart to wake her.“

In all honesty, all the blame should fall on Y/N’s lack of responsibility but I could never say such a thing - she rarely let’s herself loose and allows herself to have fun so there’s no way I’m gonna hold this one instance against her. Quite the contrary actually: I hope she starts going out and having fun more frequently cause really deserves it. She’s a super hardworking girl, studying college and working her ass off simultaneously.

“For those of you who don’t know who I’m referring to: the girl in question is Y/N, aka Jumpscaretastic, a horror games oriented streamer. She was supposed to join me for this freaky journey but...yeah I’ll have to endure it on my own because fuck me.“ I take a look at my chat again, deciding to keep this interaction with my viewers going for a bit longer before I start the game. I may be stalling but you sure as hell won’t hear me admit it. The game may be terrifying as hell - I have no doubt it is - but I doubt it would affect me so much if Y/N was here. My eyebrows furrow automatically at the sight of one specific question that I’ve been getting asked quite a lot recently and I’ve been doing my best to avoid it cause the idea - to me, at least - is so messed up. Why, we’ll get into that later. “No- ok, this is the first and last time I’ll be addressing this wild assumption, you guys, so listen carefully. Y/N and I are by no means related. I’m not related to every deep-voiced person on this planet, just FYI.“ Speaking of Y/N’s deep voice which I’ve gotten so accustomed to hearing, I can’t help but recall the first interaction the two of us had when she got invited by Toast for a game of Among Us with us when Felix canceled on us due to technical difficulties. “I may not be related to her but she really put into perspective how other people feel and react when they hear my voice. I, honestly speaking was astonished by hers.“

A few months ago

“Ok guys, since Felix texted me about an hour ago, saying he won’t be able to make it, I invited a friend of mine so I hope that’s ok with you.“ Toast announces when the majority of us have accumulated in the lobby.

“Yeah, all cool. An introduction to them would be nice though.“ Charlie says, tampering with his avatar’s appearance on the in-game laptop.

“Oh, I’m sure she can do that herself.” He says with a bit of a chuckle, “Y/N?“

“I’m here, I’m here.“

My gaze moves from my chat to the monitor displaying the game in an instant as though it would reveal to me who the owner of this unfamiliar voice that just travelled through my headphones is. You know how my voice is considerably deep, yeah well this girl’s voice is six feet below that. My eyes have widened without me even noticing as I hurry to unmute myself despite being a little late to the reaction party which already consists of a ton of ‘OMG’s and “WHOA”s from the rest of the people in the call. Not one of them, however, considers to question the authenticity of the voice.

“Was that a voice changer or something?“ I say, my eyebrows shooting up when I hear the laugh I receive in response to the question - a sound so deep but simultaneously sweet and girly it messes with my head.

“I wish I kept count so I could tell you which number on the list of people who’ve asked me that you fall under.“ The girl, Y/N replies, “But for the record no, it’s not a voice changer.“

Realizing how hypocritical this question probably seems coming from me, I decide to believe her - probably cause she gets nothing if she lies anyways. “Oh, so this is how it feels hearing my voice for the first time, huh?“ I say, slowly nodding my head, still in slight disbelief.

“Yeah, meeting her was quite rattling - in the best way possible though.“ I say, fixating myself back in reality following the little trip back in time to the day Y/N and I met. “She’s now one of my best friends so that should tell you enough.“

It goes without saying that, since she’s my best friend, I know her quite well. That being said, with the detailed knowledge I have on her, I can guess she’s gonna be in for a massive hangover when she wakes up. I just hope she texts me when she does so I can make sure she’s at least semi-functional. Just then, my phone buzzes with a message. Much to my shock, it’s a message from Y/N. Truth be told, I didn’t expect her to be up for another hour or two or three but here she is, sending a simple text that reads:

“My head’s pounding like a drum mid rock n’ roll concert“

There are no emojis accompanying the message, suggesting she’s deadly serious and in quite a bit of pain. Ok, I won’t sugarcoat it - she’s in a fuck-load of pain right now.

“The Sleeping Beauty has awaken and is complaining about a headache, just in case you were wondering.“ I chuckle seemingly nonchalantly as I silently contemplate whether to text her back or call her instead. Who’s gonna know better than my viewers, after all... “You guys think I should call her? Or would that annoy her?“ I ask, furrowing my brows at the chat as I see different responses coming in.

Meh, fuck it - I think to myself, already taking my phone to call Y/N when the support of my viewers floods in as well.

She picks up after two rings, letting out a sound that sets the tone for the discomfort she’s in.

“Hello to you too.“ I say, putting the call on speaker so my mic can pick up her responses. “Would you please rate the pain you’re in right now on a scale 1-10?“

“A hundred.“ Her strained, raspy and deeper than usual voice comes through, stealing a chuckle from me, “I’m hungover and still a bit drunk. Like, how does that even work?“

“The morning after is a straight-up bitch. Welcome to the world of bad decisions.“ I tell her compassionately, low-key wishing I could go over to her place and provide her with at least a tiny bit of comfort, as much as I can.

“Yeah...“ she sighs halfway dramatically, “Anyhow, we usually text around this time, what’s up with the call?“

“Just wanted to make sure my best-girl wasn’t really dying, you know. Who am I supposed to annoy in Among Us if you’re not there, after all?” I raise my brow and, although she can’t see me, I bet she can probably guess I’m doing that.

“Whatever...“ The same way I can imagine her rolling her eyes while smiling as she said that, “Tell me this, am I wrong or was I supposed to be on your stream today?“

I barely manage to hold in my laughter at the question, “Uh, yeah you were, but...” she doesn’t let me finish my sentence, instead cuts me of:

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry, Corpse! I totally forgot. Believe me, if I could roll my ass out of bed I’d hop in but I really can’t. Unless you want me to be a bore for an hour and a half, that is.“

“For starters, you could never be a bore to me.“ I say matter-of-factly, “And for seconds, you’re kinda on the stream anyway...“

“Come again?“ She cuts me off yet again, “You’re calling me mid-stream? If so, hey everyone! Sorry I couldn’t join, I promise to make it up to both you and Corpse soon.“ A yawn comes from her end before she continues, “As of now, I think I’ll go back to sleep.“

“Alright, alright. I’ll call you again later to make sure you’re still alive. Sleep tight.“ I tell her, already hovering my thumb over the ‘Hang up‘ button.

“Won’t let the hangover bite.“ She slurs/murmurs, stealing my opportunity to end the call cause she does it herself.

I stare at my phone for a second, finally becoming aware of the grin that has spread across my face. Eventually, I address my viewers once again, “There you have it, guys. Technically, you can give her a pass for answering the call, especially in her current state, so let’s all agree to not hold this against her, cool?“

A brief look at my chat shows me the ton of fluffy comments that are coming in as a reaction to the interaction Y/N and I just had. One, however, sticks out especially. It reads: ‘You like her or smt?’

“Do I like Y/N?“ I read the comment out loud, a smirk coming across my face, “Of course I do. She’s a darling.“ If I had a webcam on I’d look straight into the lens and wink. That’s probably spark more than enough rumors, but at the very least they wouldn’t be wrong. “I’ve stalled enough, Outlast is waiting.“ I announce, finally starting the game. After all, it cannot be scarier than the conspiracies my fans could come up with. I get it though - from their perspective, we’re already the perfect couple; from my perspective we’re impossible because from Y/N’s perspective we’re best friends.

Ain’t that how it always goes?

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theworldofotps · 2 years

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Birthday Party

Pairing: Finn Balor x OC Rachael Word Count: 2,254 Description: Finn plans a birthday party

I wanna shout a very massive happy birthday to my favorite New Zealander @new-zealand-chic I hope your day is absolutely amazing, Thank you for everything you do for me, everything you put up with and so much more. I love you so much I hope you enjoy this gift!! __________ Tag list: @hungmanhorsecarriage @writtingrose @omg-im-such-a-masochist @sjwrites22 @sassymox @new-zealand-chic @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @biforrollynch @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @xbreezymeadowsx @rebellious-desires @thiccc-rider-mcintyre @melblacc @letsgivethisonemoreshot @alination @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @whenimakeitshine1234 @cuzimacomedian @alliwant456

If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. __________

“There better be a damn good reason why you woke me up at five in the morning on my day off Finn Bálor.”

Crissy yawns sitting on the couch in Finn’s hotel room, they were currently waiting for a few of their other friends to join them.

“There is, don’t worry I wouldn’t have woken you up otherwise I know better.”

He chuckles ruffling her hair as he gets a bottle of water for her.

“That’s right, you know better.”

She smiles at her friend, rubbing her eyes.

“Why didn’t Damian come with you?”

“Hmm? Oh he stayed the night in Riddles room because the dumb ass messed up his ankle. So I roomed with Rhea and Rachael.”

“The things you do for love.”

“Exactly if it wasn’t for the fact D liked him so much I would have said screw it and kept him to myself. I honestly can't stand that guy, I don’t know how he and Rhea put up with him! I think Rhea is mainly just because of D and that’s it. I know Rachael thinks he’s a barefoot dumb ass too.

You have no idea how hard it was to sneak out of the room without waking the girls up.”

“Well that’s the whole reason you all are coming here. And I’m glad I didn’t invite him to the party if you two don’t like him much.”

Finn says and goes to answer the door letting Becky, Seth, Xavier, Kofi and Damian in.

“Good morning, come on in and have a seat.”

Waiting till everyone is settled down he sits across from them on his bed.

“So I asked you guys here because I need help planning Rachael’s birthday party. Crissy and Becky I need you girls to take Rachael out and keep her busy. That way us guys can get the little banquet room I rented decorated for later.”

“Ohhh so that’s why we’re up at five am, Finny boy is throwing a party for his crush how cute.”

Seth says stretching and yawning completely missing Finn grabbing a pillow and smacking him with it.

“As I was saying before Seth spoke, can you girls take her out? Keep her busy and distracted please?”

“Yeah I suppose we can, no problem what time do we need to leave?”

Becky asks, stretching as she rests her head on Seth’s shoulder.

“I’m hoping you all can be outta here by eight.”

“Then why in the world are we up at five in the morning when we could still be sleeping?! You could have just texted us last night before bed.”

Crissy says head flopping back on the couch, Finn walks over scooting Damian over and sits beside her.

“Because you’re one of my best friends, Rachael is one of your best friends, it’s her birthday. You fell asleep before I could get a meeting and I didn’t want to risk Rachael finding out. You can go back to bed and sleep till seven or seven thirty. Just please try not to be here past eight fifteen. I really want this to go well.”

He begs looking at his friend who groans.

“Stop giving me those puppy eyes, I'll do it.”

She says lightly pushing his face away, making him laugh. Ruffling her hair he stands back up and walks over to a notepad. Picking it up he reads the list he has.

“Okay so that’s all I’ll need from you girls. I'll talk with the guys for a bit longer then they can go to sleep. We meet in the party room at nine please.”

“Can Damian please carry me back to the room, my foot fell asleep.”

“Only if Kofi goes with you so you don’t lure him into the room with sweet talking.”

“I would never!”

“I was not born yesterday.”

Scoffing, the girls leave the room while Finn continues on explaining everything to the guys left in the room. He wanted today to go perfectly for Rachael and he planned to see it through. ~

“Wake up good morningggg.”

Rachael groans, grabbing the pillow and covering her face with it.

“Wake up Rach, happy birthday!”

Crissy cheers slightly, shaking her arm as Becky walks into the room with Rhea.

“Time to get up mate, you girls have a busy day today.”

“Five more minutes please. It’s only ten minute to eight, why are you waking me up so early? It’s my birthday lemme sleep innn.”

“Sorry love but we have a full day planned for you the sooner we start the better.”

Becky says, opening the small pink box she had brought with her.

Grumbling as she sits up, Rachael rubs her eyes smiling when she sees a cupcake in Becky’s hands.

“Awee you three didn’t have to do this thank you.”

“It’s no trouble now you enjoy that then get ready because we have a breakfast to get to.”

Crissy says standing up typing away on her phone, she needed to let Finn know they’d be leaving just after Rachael dressed.

“Who on earth are you texting so early if it’s not one of us three?”

Rachael jokes and wiggles her brows.

“Or do I even need to ask?”

“Don’t ask.”

Crissy winks and pockets her phone leaving Rachael to get ready the three women go into the sitting room.

“I texted you know who, about it almost being time to leave. They said great and to keep bird out until about three.”

“We can do that easily with all the activities we have planned.”

“Alright well you two have everything handled and I need to get to Damian’s room to meet up with him, Kofi and a few others.”

Rhea says hearing Rachael moving around.

“I’m heading out Rachael I’ll see you later! Happy birthday!”

“Thanks, Rhea see you later!”

Dressing in a comfy pair of pants and one of her favorite shirts, Rachael brushes her hair out.

“Okay let me get my shoes on and grab my hoodie then we can leave.”

“No worries make sure you have everything for a day out tho.”

Becky smiles at her as they stand by the door waiting for Rachael. Once they’re all set and Rachael had her key in her wallet the three make their way outta the hotel.

“I love your Finn hoodie.”

“Me too it’s cute that you’re wearing it.”

Crissy hums looking at Rachael with a knowing look, she knew Rachael was head over heels for their friend. She also knew that Rachael had no idea either.

“Well it’s comfy and he did give it to me as a Christmas gift. Besides it’s warm and he’s one of my best friends so I’m supportive.”

Rachael says looking around as they get in Crissy’s rental car.

“Suuure.”

“Oh shut it you too.”

The women laugh as they buckle up and make their way to breakfast. Crissy and Becky making sure to keep her occupied the whole day. Little did they know despite having a lot of fun, Rachael was a little bummed that Finn hadn’t texted her yet as he did almost every morning. ~

“How many times do I have to tell you? The banner has to be right here so she can see it easily.”

Finn says throwing his hands up on the air, they were nearly finished decorating and he was trying not to freak out. It was almost time for the girls to bring Rachael back and he wanted it perfect.

“Dude, you need to chill the hell out.”

Seth says wrapping his arm around his friend’s shoulder and leading him off to a different part of the room.

“Rachael is going to love it no matter what, but you need to calm down before we shove you out and lock the door. We’re trying our best but you’re making it a bit difficult.”

“I’m sorry I don’t mean to it’s just this is so huge and I want to be sure she loves it.”

“She’s going to, why are you freaking out so much? You’ve never gone all crazy like this before.”

“I’m going to tell her that I like her.”

“Ohhhhh well that’s awesome dude but seriously relax the banner is the last thing up. Becks said they’ll be here in about ten minutes and everything is ready. See people are showing up right now.”

Nodding Finn thanks his friend then goes about continuing to make sure everything is perfect. Karl walks by setting plates down and pinches his cheek.

“It’s so cute to see our babe get all crazy over a women.”

He teases as Finn chuckles swatting at his hand.

“Shut uuup.”

“Good luck tonight bub.”

He winks walking over to his hiding spot, Finn thanks everyone for coming then they all hide. The lights go off and they all remain silent, Becky had texted him that they were making their way to the room now.

“I don’t see what fun we could possibly have in here.”

Rachael says looking at her friends as they go into the banquet hall.

“I’m sure we can find something to do, where are the damn lights?”

Crissy asks as she feels around for the switch flicking them on everyone jumps out.

“Surprise! Happy Birthday Rachael!”

“Oh you scared me!”

She laughs as her friends all come out to greet her.

“That’s the whole point of a party, is to be surprised.”

Randy chuckles ruffling her hair as they lead her to the middle of the room and someone starts the music.

“You guys didn’t have to plan a big party thank you tho.”

She turns to Becky and Crissy who shake their heads grinning.

“Oh we didn’t plan it we just distracted you for the day. Finn is the one who planned everything, he wanted today to be perfect for you.”

Crissy lightly shoved Finn over to Rachael and they all go about doing their own thing.

“I thought you forgot.”

“Are you kidding? I couldn’t forget your birthday, I just didn’t get the chance to text you about it because I was running around like crazy.”

He smiles down at her, Rachael smiles shifting on her feet.

“Well thank you for this.”

“You’re welcome happy birthday love, once the party is over I’d like to go for a walk and give you your gift.”

“Of course come on I’m hungry.”

Together they make their way back to their group of friends to eat and celebrate. ~

“He wants me to go on a walk with him.”

“What the hell are you talking to me for then he’s right over by the door.”

“I know I just wanted to thank you Crissy for helping make this day so wonderful.”

“You’re welcome you deserve the best you do so much for everyone else. It’s nice to show you just how much we appreciate you.”

Hugging her Rachael leaves and walks over to Finn.

“Do you need help with your presents?”

“No Crissy, Damian and Rhea are gonna collect them all in a box and ship it to my place.”

“Awesome come on.”

Finn takes her hand leading her from the room and outside, the hotel had a outdoor walk way. The night air was slightly cold so they stayed close. Finn could feel his heart hammering in his chest.

“Thank you again for the party.”

“It was my pleasure, I’m happy ya had such a good time.”

“I really did, it was the last thing I was expecting. I can’t believe you went through all that trouble for me.”

“You deserve it, I um.”

Wiping his hands on his jeans, Finn brings them to a stop by a fountain. Looking at Rachael he takes her hands.

“I did this all because I wanted you to have a good day. I like you and seeing you happy makes me happy. And I hope you feel the same as I do but it’s alright if you don’t.”

“Oh no I do. I really like you too Finn, I have for a long time.”

Grinning Finn reaches into his pocket and pulls out a slim box.

“I get you don’t wear much jewelry but I thought for a special occasion you might.”

Handing her the box he waits with bated breath as she takes the bow off placing it on his head with a smile. Then opens the box, inside was two small charms. One in the shape of her home, New Zealand. And the other was of Ireland.

“I know how much home means to you, and how much you enjoy Ireland every time we tour there. So I thought this would be nice, besides it’ll remind you of me.”

“It’s adorable I love it thank you.”

Smiling she hugs him tightly her heart swelling with happiness, it was such a thoughtful gift one she’d treasure forever.

“I do have one more gift for you. But you have to close your eyes.”

Nodding she closes her eyes listening to the sounds all around them before she feels the soft brush of his lips against hers. Her breath catches for a moment before her arms pull him closer. The kiss left her dizzy, it was better then anything she could have imagined. His lips fit against hers perfectly.

When they reluctantly pull away to catch their breaths Finn resets his forehead against hers and smiles opening his eyes.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

“I’d like for you to do it again.”

Rachael winks stroking his cheek before his lips cover hers again.

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