#but matt's absolutely cocky enough to think that will mean nothing
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“It’s... Really Yellow?” (Matt Murdock x f!Reader, Fanfic)
Ok so in honor of ALLLLLL the good Charlie news today and us getting a little more of him in the red and yellow suit in the trailers, I’ve decided to finally pull this little drabble out of my folders and finish it since I’ve gotten some requests about what The Red Thread!Reader’s reaction would be to Matt’s new suit. You do NOT have to have read TRT to get this, it’s just a nice bonus (and for those who DO read it, just know this is set *waves* in their future).
Ship: Matt Murdock x F!Reader
Rating: Mildly NSFW at best. There’s some suggestive stuff, lots of innuendo, but no sex or anything.
Summary: Foggy needs you to help him convince Matt that red and reflective yellow are ridiculous colors to wear as a stealthy Devil. Unfortunately for Foggy, Matt knows exactly how to convince you otherwise.
Wordcount: 2,942
Warnings: innuendo, language, Matt turning the Devil voice on you, bad use of puns, Matt’s ability to look good in literally anything
“Look at me,” Foggy said fiercely, pointing at your eyes and then his. “You can’t forget what we talked about when he shows up. Ok?”
You scoffed where you’d leaned up against the humming a.c. unit, relaxing on the rooftop as you both waited. At least it was the rooftop of your and Matt’s building. There were far less things to worry about up here. “Of course I’m not going to forget. That’s ridiculous.”
“Good. Because it’s—I don’t know how you missed it last night—”
“I told you. I was asleep when he came in, and he had to leave early this morning for that case.” You rolled one shoulder in a shrug. “I knew he was going to pick up the new suit last night, and I tried to stay up but passed out on the couch. Woke up in bed when he kissed me bye before work. I figured he could just show me tonight when he was done with his patrol.”
“Yeah, see, that’s my point,” he said quickly, absently shaking out one foot. He was probably trying to keep himself awake. It wasn’t often you both tried to stay up for the moment Matt came back from his circuit around the Kitchen. There had to be at least one person who kept normal human hours. “It should have woken you up. You wanna know why? Because it’s—”
“It’s yellow, I know. You’ve said.”
“Yellow!” Foggy thundered, flinging his hands up towards the sky in an apparent show of outrage. “Yellow and red, ketchup and mustard! How is this stealthy unless you’re disguised as a hot dog? He’s-he’s reflective! This is anti-stealth, and he already gets into too much shit when he is stealthy! He should have woken you up like a yellow disco ball or a mustard torch!”
“What even is a mustard torch?” you mused.
“A mustard torch is what he is now,” Foggy groaned, reaching up to scrub at his face. “It’s absolutely ridiculous. ‘Why not black?’ I asked. Do you know what he said? He just blinked at me like he was shocked and said, ‘but I’ve already done black twice, Foggy.’ That’s what he said!”
“I mean… he has, though, so...”
“Listen to me.” Foggy tapped his temple, trying to psych you up. “No getting distracted. He’ll try it. He’ll use every trick he has on you. You’ve seen him in court. And you are our only tiebreaker. Karen’s staying out of it, Jess just mocks every suit he wears, and Spider-kid is too innocent to bring into this. You need to hold the line. You’re the only one who can talk some sense into him about the hot dog colors. I need reconfirmation you’re with me on this. We need to be a united front.”
And granted, you hadn’t actually seen the suit yet since Matt had only gotten it last night and despite your best efforts, you’d unfortunately fallen asleep before he’d gotten back. But from what Foggy had said, it did sound… a little silly. It was red and yellow—and not just yellow, but apparently a reflective, gleaming yellow. Matt wasn’t exactly the best judge of color, obviously, but surely even he’d realize that painting himself like a reflective road marker would make the whole sneaky devil thing a whole lot more difficult. This was smug. It was cocky. It was…
Alright, so maybe it was just like him, but still. That was what you were here for. You’d be able to tell him he’d gone a little over the line again.
“Trust me,” you told Foggy firmly, nodding your head. You even widened your stance and crossed your arms, determined to stand strong. “I’m on your side.”
“Thank you! We can teamwork this, ok? So he comes, you see it, you point out the obvious, we get him a can of spray paint or something. Literally, any other color as long as it’s dark. I’d take fucking dark blue at this point, I’d take grey, anything but that ridiculous—”
The sudden burst of warmth inside your chest was the only warning you had before you felt the rush of a breeze overhead.
Years ago you might have ducked, but you’d gotten used to it by now, and instead, you barely blinked as Matt’s acrobatic leap carried him over you. The second he'd passed you, he twisted in the air, the movement transitioning into a smooth roll as he hit the ground. The rise to his feet was just as smooth, just as clean, the finish progressing in one fluid motion as he spun to face you before standing still to await your judgement.
“Theatrics!” Foggy barked, poking Matt’s arm. “That’s cheating, and you know it.”
“She needs to get the full effect,” Matt said defensively as Foggy poked him again, and…
Oh, you thought, your eyes sweeping down.
It had been a while since you’d seen him in anything like his first Devil suit, but you remembered fondly the way all that tough leather and strange fabric had drawn your attention to his broad shoulders, the powerful thickness of his thighs, and the endless breadth of his chest. This new suit looked much like the last in shape and in form despite a few obvious and less obvious changes—and if anyone besides Matt would know, it’d be you, since you’d stripped him out of that old suit often enough. And goddamn if you weren’t being reminded once again that Matt Murdock was always a five-course meal no matter what he chose to wear.
Your five-course meal.
“You are literally the color of a highlighter, that’s the only effect she… hey. Hey! Look at me!”
You darted your eyes guiltily back over to Foggy, breathing a little more quickly. “Yup, looking at you. I am focused.”
“The yellow!” he said quickly, jabbing urgently at Matt’s mask. “Remember what we talked about. Ok? Stay strong.”
Matt hummed. “Have you been tampering with the witness, Foggy?”
“It’s called preparing the witness. I’m not about to let you pull your Devil mind tricks on her.”
Right.
The yellow.
You could look at him and think about just the yellow.
Matt fixed his attention once more on you when he sensed your gaze return. And ok, so the mask was different. The dark, opaque eye lenses of the mask seemed an almost liquid-black in the low light, endless pools of shadow that saw right through you, saw into you beneath skin and bone, fathomless eyes made all the more startling when set within the gleaming, burnished gold of the full helmet. Because it was gold, not yellow, but gold: rich, rough as if weather-beaten, and luxuriously, dangerously warm, and yes, maybe also abso-fucking-lutely reflective, it was true. It would draw attention, maybe too much. But it… it wasn’t as bad as you’d thought, was it? Somehow, it still managed to look dangerous, like something belonging to a wild, untamed thing that you just wanted so foolishly to touch—
No, no, you needed to focus.
Matt parted his lips the slightest bit, drawing the air in across his tongue on a slow inhale. He swallowed, once, as if savoring the taste. And then…
The corner of his mouth tilted up in a smirk.
“Stop it with the sniffing and tasting thing,” Foggy snapped. “Seriously, she’s not gonna fall for that.”
Matt let his head gradually tilt, his chin tucking down. You knew that look. It was the look of a predator, the motion confident and dripping with intent, with knowledge of what was around him. It was how he hunted, how he hunted you, and your heart skipped a beat on instinct, a reaction far beyond your control. He opened his mouth bit by bit, drawing your attention to his full lips, to the curl of his tongue as he shaped the word.
“Don’t you dare, Murdock!” Foggy bellowed.
“Sweetheart,” Matt purred, his smooth voice nothing but warm smoke and a low, throaty hunger.
“Shit,” you groaned as your knees went weak, your body flooding with heat. It was that voice, damn him: that rasping Devil voice you always swore you could feel drag along your skin like a physical thing, like torn strands of silk, like the burning brush of his mouth and the heat of a flame. When combined with that familiar silhouette and the smooth motions of his body, there was little hope of resisting. “Shit, shit, shit.”
“The color!” Foggy shouted, throwing his hand in front of Matt’s face as if it would break the spell Matt had cast on you just now, cast on you months ago, years ago. “It’s fucking yellow! Focus, woman!”
“I, um… it is… yellow.” You swallowed hard as Matt dragged his tongue across his lips, trailing his fingers smoothly along the billy clubs at his hip. In fact, the rhythm his fingertips took up looked more than familiar enough to have certain parts of your body clenching. “It’s… it is… yellow, and that might be… attention-grabbing. Which is… not a good thing.”
“I think she needs to see the back,” Matt said abruptly.
“Don’t even think about it!” Foggy thundered. “I’ll throw you off this goddamn roof, I don't give a shit about your training!”
“Sweetheart,” Matt crooned. “Would you like to see the back?”
“She would not!”
Fuck.
“...Yes,” you whispered because the only thing as good as Matt’s front was his back, and you’d never seen his ass look like anything less than a five-star masterpiece that belonged in art museums across the world. “Yes, Jesus, let me see.”
“No-ooo,” Foggy moaned, dropping his face into his hands in defeat as Matt pointedly began his gradual spin, showing off his outline with a smug grin. “Jesus, woman. You’re selling your soul for an ass?”
“But it’s his ass,” you mumbled because it was. Matt had the best goddamn ass you’d seen in your life, and that glorious roundness was now cradled deliciously in tight red leather. And maybe Foggy was right. The yellow pattern along the side of Matt’s thighs was a little obvious, but it also brought out just how much muscle was packed on those thighs of his.
You needed him to get over here.
“Does no one see how obvious the yellow is? Am I the only person—”
“D, come here and let me touch your ass,” you whispered.
“I’m absolutely shocked at how scandalous this trial has become.” Matt shook his head as he finished his spin, doing his best to sound at least mildly dismayed, his mouth the mouth of a poor chaste soul who had definitely not fucked you on a church rooftop last month. “And how would your husband feel about that? I see that ring.”
“You two are literally the worst. You cannot be flirting over the ketchup-and-mustard suit. You cannot.”
“Can and am. As for how my husband would feel, he’s given me a free pass for the Devil since Daredevil saves the city on a regular basis,” you said breathlessly as you fixated on the breadth of Matt’s chest. Yeah, you could get used to the yellow. It was a lot but he’d find a way to make it work. “He’s known about my crush on the Devil for ages. So come over here and let me grope the evidence before I rule in your favor.”
Matt let out a playful growl and ran at you, catching you around the waist and throwing you up over his shoulder with ease as you shrieked before bursting into laughter. Matt quickly spun, slapping you once on the ass and making you squirm as he grinned at Foggy and you pointedly began to run your hands curiously over the suit. “Sorry, counselor,” Matt sighed. “Sounds like the verdict’s been rendered in my favor. Better luck next time.”
“You only won because you cheated!” Foggy groaned as Matt sauntered backwards towards the rooftop door. Hopefully Foggy thought that stumble was because Matt had misstepped, and not because you had, in fact, begun to grope hungrily at Matt’s ass. He couldn’t blame you. It was right there. “This was not a fair trial, and I object!”
“Objection denied. No cheating needed,” Matt snorted. “You should have known better than to put my wife on the stand.”
“I’m a weak woman when it comes to my husband’s ass and chest, especially when paired with the Devil head tilt,” you agreed. “I have not hidden this. I acknowledge my flaws.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t know you were this weak,” Foggy scoffed, crossing his arms.
Matt spun, slapping your ass again as you shrugged at Foggy, somewhat difficult considering you were still lazily draped over Matt’s shoulder, but you did your best. It wasn’t like you minded, after all. You had a great view of Matt’s ass from here. “Sorry, Foggy. I’ll make it up to you, but I gotta side with D on this one. I rule in favor of these ass-ets.”
“Oh,” Matt sighed, as Foggy made a retching sound. “Now I’ll really have to punish you, because that was a crime.”
“How many more years will I get if I slap your ass right now as an additional crime?”
“A lifetime sentence, Mrs. Murdock. I’d advise you to think very carefully before acting.”
You pretended to think about it for all of about point-five seconds. “Done.”
Smack!
His chest rumbled against your legs as a heated shudder rolled up his body beneath you, a motion easy to track with you draped over his shoulder, with your gaze fixed firmly on the line of him. And you’d gotten him good. The texture was a little different than the last Devil suit, but you still got a nice, loud sound of it, even if nothing would compare to bare, unobstructed skin.
He tilted his head very, very carefully, his lips brushing against your side. “You’re going to pay for that one when I get you inside, sweetheart,” he murmured, so quietly you knew it was just for you.
You were counting on it.
Foggy rolled his eyes as Matt wrenched open the rooftop door, and you threw Foggy a salute. “Despite my utter betrayal, I want you to know I love you, can’t wait to see that movie tomorrow. Use the other door on your way out, we’ll be locking this one.”
“Mustard-lover!” he threw at you, as you dropped your head to blatantly watch Matt’s ass again, the door shutting behind you both.
The second you were inside, Matt set you down carefully. Then he turned and stepped into you, herding you back with the broad line of his body. You gave in happily, ceding ground as he prowled forward until your back hit the wall, a shiver of anticipation running through you.
This never got old.
Your breath caught when he dipped his head, tilting it as he listened to the sound of your body, his tongue darting against his lips as he tasted you on the air, and you swallowed down an eager moan. He swayed in closer then, tempting you, inching closer until his mouth hovered over yours. Only then did his arms rise so he could brace his hands on either side of you, caging you in. Just like that, you were trapped, the Devil looming over you in heated shades of red and gold, rich lust and glorious indulgence. “Mm, now, sweetheart, I have one very important question before we start.”
Fuck, there was that voice again, nice and low. You couldn’t resist reaching out to touch him again, sliding your hands boldly up from his waist to fan out across his chest. “Uh huh?”
“Suit on,” he purred, his lips feathering against yours with each sinful world, “or suit off?”
“Suit definitely on,” you hummed, sliding your arms around him to drag your nails down the line of his back. “Someone’s gotta break it in, right?”
He threw you a feral grin, then, the low huff of his laugh rolling rich across your skin. “Did I ever tell you I love you?”
“Every day, D. Every beautiful day.”
-x-
“Ok, but is it… how yellow is it, really?”
“I mean, you’re not mustard-colored like Foggy says. More gold. But let’s just say if you polish that helmet too much, you might cause a car accident. That shit is really reflective now that I think about it.”
“Hm. I may have to change that in the future.”
#matt murdock x reader#daredevil x reader#matt murdock#daredevil#the red thread#foggy nelson#fic#fanfic#reader fic#reader insert#reader#matt in the red and yellow devil suit#look i was skeptical too ok#but it's impossible to make him look bad he's hot in it and there's nothing that can be done#it is reflective though like a lot#but matt's absolutely cocky enough to think that will mean nothing#foggy somewhere screaming because why is he the only one seeing this#also consider this a tribute to FINALLY hearing his devil voice return in the she hulk trailer#matt is a five course meal and his voice is the wine throughout thank you good night#jane's a weak woman no way she wouldn't fold on this one foggy should have known better#i will reblog and add the tag list tomorrow! <3
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FIC IDEA
Matt Murdock falls in love with a detective.
Now, hear me out: Detective moves from a different state and is now being crucified by their new coworkers in the NYPD because they're brave enough to question certain abnormalities in how criminals are being processed. Wilson Fisk is behind the corruption part of the law, as always. Detective hates how things are in the workplace and is therefore very stressed.
Matt Murdock is called upon by an old friend who needs a lawyer. Matt arrives at the precinct and has a run-in with the Detective, and the Detective's sleuthing intuition tells them that this lawyer feels like he's full of secrets. The Detective then theorizes that this lawyer is somehow working for the corrupt man on top. Tension ensues.
A cocky defense attorney? Like who does he think he is? This isn't the Detective's first rodeo when it comes to overconfident men.
Here's where it gets interesting: First off, Lawyer/Cop relationships? Isn't that like, illegal in the laws of the universe? YUP! Both parties are CONFLICTED with their feelings and therefore WILL develop a hate-fueled acquaintanceship. Workplace Enemies to Potential Secret Lovers, if you will. During investigations, Detective will have run-ins with Daredevil and will find him very interesting, to say the least. Of course, Detective doesn't know that Daredevil is Matt, even while conducting a secret investigation on the mystery hot guy with a disturbingly sexy husk in his voice (Daredevil) while ALSO conducting a separate investigation on this random annoying lawyer who ruins everything every time he walks into their workplace. Foggy and Karen will ABSOLUTELY try their very fucking best to throw off the scent (e.g. "Yeah, I met the Devil of Hell's Kitchen a couple of times. He had blond hair. Saw it myself. He also talks like he's been in jail countless times. Definitely an ex-con. Loves breaking the law." and "He saved me from an attack at my apartment, yeah, he's left-handed.")
As the Detective keeps on having run-ins with Daredevil, the Detective begins to harbor an unwanted crush on the guy. Of course, right? I mean... A guy dressed as the devil pushes you out of the way before you get shot at by a random goon? Chivalry isn't dead. Also, he flirts but purposefully makes it slightly awkward because he knows how this game works. He likes to tease. He reads body language when he has to. He would pull out the 'I like listening to your voice' line (his signature line!) on the most quiet night just to hear nothing but the Detective's heart going bonkers.
And as Matt, being the Detective's biggest pain in the ass, he would randomly switch up on a random Monday. From being the most annoyingly confident lawyer who pulls out the 'not another word with my client, detective' line to the unexpected 'good morning' followed with a 'thank you, detective' after the Detective mindlessly points him to the direction of where he's supposed to go. And to top it all off, he smiles— but not with his usual sarcastic smirk followed with a huff— it's a first for him to smile with a gentle nod before lingering for a split second as if he wants to say more.
Like I said, he knows how this game works. He's a mastermind.
But then again, on paper, A lawyer isn't supposed to be falling in love with a cop and vice versa... But never say never, right?
Anyway! This is just a silly idiots-to-lovers idea that will probably take me eons to write if I even have the time to do so.
Potential starter playlist for this fic (because I love feeding my delusions, and peak delusion starts with Taylor Swift's discography):
"Mastermind" - Taylor Swift
"The Archer" - Taylor Swift
"I Can See You" - Taylor Swift
"gold rush" - Taylor Swift
"Slut!" - Taylor Swift
"willow" - Taylor Swift
"long story short" - Taylor Swift
#matt murdock#matt murdock fic#marvel fanfiction#matt murdock fanfic#fic ideas#fanfic#fanfic authors#ao3 author#daredevil fanfiction#fanfiction#matt murdock x reader#enemies to lovers#idiots to lovers
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Training Interruptions
Matt Murdock x Reader
Words: 2262
Summary: Training quickly turns into something else when Matt and his girlfriend can’t keep their hands off each other.
Notes: I can’t express enough that I have never written anything like this before so please be patient with it. I'm also not putting the tag list on here since it's smut.
Warnings: SMUT 18+ only (I’ve never done this before so I don’t really know what all to include so basically just expect stuff? Choking, oral, blindfold, unprotected, etc.)
More Matt and other Marvel: HERE
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He tugged the ends of the fabric to make sure it wouldn’t fall off. His fingers grazed the back of your neck. You took a deep breath, hoping your cheeks weren’t as red as they felt.
“Is this absolutely necessary?”
He chuckled. From how close he was standing, you could feel the vibrations of his laugh tingling up your spine.
“You want me to train you, don’t you?”
“Well yeah-”
“Then be quiet and wear the blindfold.”
Context. Remember the context. You told yourself, hoping he couldn’t sense the way your nerves were going completely haywire. You’re just training with your really really hot boyfriend. Totally nothing to get worked up over. Oh god, he’s touching your arm.
“Now relax,” he said. Easy for him to say. “Just use your other senses to understand your opponent’s movements. Hear their footsteps. Feel the air move before they strike.” He moved his hand and suddenly you were alone in the dark. “Relax and focus.”
You clenched your fists to try and keep them from trembling. Your legs felt like they’d buckle any second. What the hell was wrong with you? You should be worried about hitting his couch, not how he looked in those sweatpants. You heard a footstep and turned in the direction of the sound. You heard another, this one on the other side of you. You put your hands up to fight.
“You’re not listening.” Matt’s breath was hot on the back of your neck. You whirled around to try and hit him, but his foot swept your legs out from under you. Your back hit the floor hard, knocking the breath out of your lungs.
“Not fair,” you coughed, gasping for breath as he helped you to your feet. He put his hands on your hips to steady you. You took a deep breath and swung, your punches taking him by surprise. You got at least two hits to what felt like his ribs before he dodged out of the way, once again leaving you whirling in the dark.
Breathe. Turning your flustered nerves into an advantage, you allowed yourself to feel the movement of the ground and the air around you. You felt a shift and jumped before Matt could knock you down again. You kicked in the same direction you felt the movement and felt a rush when your foot collided with his thigh.
“I think I’m getting the hang of it.”
He chuckled. “Don’t get cocky.”
You kicked out again, but this time he caught your foot, yanking it towards him. You started to fall back again. Instead of hitting the floor, you fell into his waiting arms. Even blindfolded, you could feel his face inching closer to yours. You smirked and rolled out of his embrace, twisting on the floor so your legs collided with his crouching ones. Matt landed on the ground with a grunt. You climbed on top of him before he could get up.
“Does this mean I win?” You laughed, positioning yourself so you were hovering over him, your legs tightly wrapped around his waist. His arms locked around you and he swiftly rolled over so he was on top of you. You gasped with a playful frustration. “What-”
He leaned down so his lips were by your ear.
“You got cocky.” His breath was hot against your neck. It wasn’t until that moment that you realized it wasn’t nerves driving you crazy. It was want.
“Matt-”
Your words were caught by his lips.
This kiss wasn’t like the ones you shared when you visited him at the office or when you occasionally convinced him to go out with Foggy and Karen. Those were sweet and soft and protective. This kiss was hungry. It was fiery and intense. Private.
But you weren’t done fighting yet. You reached your hand up, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging slightly, but enough to elicit a hiss from his lips. You smiled defiantly, running your nails down his bare back.
His hands gripped your arms and pinned them on either side of your head. Even when he let you go, you kept them there, allowing him to tug your sport’s bra over your head. You reached for the blindfold, but his hand pinned your wrist again.
“Don’t look,” he whispered. “Just feel.”
The intensity of his tone drew a quiet moan from your throat. He kissed your lips, gently this time, but still passionately. From there, he kissed your jaw, then your neck. His teeth grazed your soft flesh, nipping just slightly and earning another breathy gasp. He stayed like this until he was sure there would be a mark he would tease you about in the morning.
Matt’s kisses trailed down your chest. He pressed his lips between your breasts, bringing one hand down from your wrists to massage your breast slowly. His thumb just passed over your nipple, making it even harder. While his hand worked on one, he moved his mouth to the other, kissing every inch of skin until his lips clamped around your nipple.
Your fingers dug into the carpet beneath you and you were suddenly very glad that you decided to train in his apartment rather than down at the gym.
Matt’s teeth tugged on your nipple, his tongue circling it teasingly. Once he was satisfied there, he switched to your other breast and gave it the same treatment. His movements were calculated and painfully slow. Bastard.
“Matt-” You whined but were cut off with the shivering sensation of his fingers hooking onto the waistband of your shorts. You hated and loved how he knew exactly how to make you like this. Like everything else, he took his time pulling your shorts and panties down your legs, his fingers trailing down your skin and leaving it burning. His tongue left a trail down your stomach, reaching where you wanted him most.
For a moment there was nothing. You couldn’t feel him anymore. You couldn’t even hear him breathe. Just when you were about to take the blindfold off, he licked a long, slow stripe over your folds. Your hands shot down and grabbed onto his hair, holding him to you. A moan much filthier than before escaped your lips before you could even think of stopping it. His deep laughter rippled through you like a shockwave. Your hips bucked against his lips, but his hands went to your waist, holding you down.
His tongue repeated his motion before moving up to your clit. It flicked over the sensitive bundle of nerves, starting slowly and gradually speeding up. His lips locked around your clit, his tongue flattening against it, licking and sucking and leaving you writhing in his grip. Your mouth fell open when two of his fingers entered you, curling into your core. He pulled them back before thrusting them in again to the knuckle. His fingers twisted and turned, moving in and out of you and hitting the exact spot that made your vision blur.
Between his hot mouth against your clit and his fingers pounding against your core, you knew you wouldn’t last.
“Fuck, Matt!” You cried out, your climax crashing into you without warning. Your thighs clenched around him, but he kept going until he’d ridden you through your orgasm. His tongue made a few final sweeping motions before pulling his fingers out of you. You heard him slowly put his fingers in his mouth one by one, licking them clean and pulling them out with a soft pop. You felt his thumb drag across your bottom lip.
“Use your senses.” He said.
You peaked just the tip of your tongue between your lips, licking the tip of his thumb before taking it into your mouth completely. Matt took a sharp breath. He reached his other hand behind your head and tugged at the end of the blindfold. The knot undid neatly. You let the fabric slide slowly off your face, keeping your eyes closed for a moment, still circling your tongue around Matt’s thumb.
You opened your eyes to find his hazel ones looming over you. You looked at his lips, admiring the way they glistened with you. He took his hand away from your mouth as you took his face in your hands. You brought him down to you and crashed your lips into his.
“I need you closer.” You muttered into the kiss. Your hands worked at the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head, only breaking apart to take it off completely. His bare chest pressed against yours, the friction of your bodies already building that familiar pressure inside you. Next, your fingers found his belt.
He pulled away.
You whined. “Matt, please.”
“Hey,” He hooked a finger under your chin. “Patience, sweetheart.” He stepped off the bed and made sure you stayed where you were. He undid his belt, making sure to slide it through each belt loop at a painstakingly slow pace. And although he could feel you shaking with anticipation, you did as he told you and didn’t move. He smirked. “Atta girl.”
You held back another whine, biting your lip as his cock sprang from his boxers. With the rest of his clothes now on the floor with yours, he stood at the edge of the bed. He ran his fingers up your leg, starting at the tips of your toes and trailing up the curve of your calf, going further to dig into the soft skin of your thigh.
You tried to sit up, reaching your hands out to pull him closer. He laid his hand flat on your chest and roughly shoved you back down, keeping his hand pressing you firmly into the mattress. As he leaned over you, his hand moved up until his fingers were around your throat. You held your breath. He squeezed gently at first, gradually applying little amounts of pressure. Never enough to make it difficult for you to breathe, but enough for you to get another wave of arousal from the pressure.
Matt was fully on top of you now and you could feel the tip of him pressed against your entrance. He put a hand on either side of your head, leaning his face down by your ear.
“Let me hear you, sweetheart.” He said. The intensity in his voice made it come out in a low growl that resonated through your body. “I need to hear you.”
He pushed into you and, once again, you did just what he wanted. You both let out moans as he filled you, a string of breathy curses falling from his lips. Once his hips connected with yours, he gave you a moment to adjust, kissing your forehead.
“Matt,” You whimpered. His lips pressed against yours with a gentleness that greatly contrasted his previous actions. His hand found your neck again, but like the kiss, his touch was soft, his fingers dancing across your skin.
He pulled out of you only to snap his hips back, his cock just hitting your G-spot. It was all you could do to keep from screaming with his lips still capturing yours. Your hands flattened against his back, keeping him as close as possible as he bucked his hips again.
Similar to the way he worked his tongue in you, he made sure his movements lasted. You were a panting and begging mess, pleading him to give you what you wanted.
“What did I say,” He said in a low, husky voice, “about patience?” He thrust into you roughly for emphasis, but it just made you cry out. “I always take care of you, don’t I?”
He didn’t give you the chance to answer. He began a steady rhythm- not too fast, not too slow. Your legs locked around his waist, making his thrusts feel even deeper, hitting that spot perfectly. You clenched around him with every hit, eliciting wonderful hisses and grunts from him.
Your words were more than just moans. They were more like prayers. His name formed on your lips over and over again, each time louder than the last. This just spurred him on more. He picked up his pace, one hand reaching in between you to rub your clit in quick, thorough circles.
“M-Matt, I’m…” You couldn’t focus long enough to form a sentence, not with his fingers against your clit like that and him filling you so well.
“I know, baby,” He said. He sounded close himself. “I’ve got you.” He hit your G-spot again and you felt the coil building inside you finally let go. You called out his name one more time as your orgasm shook your whole body. Matt came shortly after, spilling into you with a stunning warmth. “I’ve got you.” He repeated, riding you through your orgasm again.
You stayed entangled with each other and the sheets until you both caught your breath. He stayed on top of you for a moment, a smile spreading across his face before he kissed you passionately. Your hot, sticky, sweaty skin never wanted to part with his.
He climbed off of you, falling onto the bed beside you and quickly pulling you back into his arms. You laid your head on his chest, listening to his racing heartbeat.
“So much for training.” He chuckled.
You grinned menacingly and climbed on top of him, thighs on either side of his waist and his cock pressing against your stomach. You grasped his wrists and pinned them on either side of his head.
“Who said I was done?”
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Hi! I don't know if your request are open, but I'd like to know if you could write a rodrick x reader where the reader is Rowley's sister and discovers her talking on the phone with a friend saying she's in love with Rodrick and tells Greg and he tells her that Rodrick has been in love with her for a long time and they try to put them together?
cw: none it’s pure fluff
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“I know! And he didn’t even apologize!” Greg ranted into the receiver.
“I’m sorry, Greg,” Rowley frowned, sympathetic nature as present as always. “Anyways, mom says dinner is ready, see you tonight?” Rowley’s tone lifted at the end of his sentence, excitement brewing as he thought about the sleepover he was meant to have with Greg later that evening.
You slid into the kitchen on your socks, just as Rowley was concluding his conversation with Greg.
Rowley sat anxiously through dinner, quickly consuming everything on his plate, including the vegetables. You observed him from across the table, cocking your head as your younger brother inhaled his peas like he hadn’t eaten in days.
He took his last bite before exclaiming, “I’m going to pack my stuff for Greg’s!”
Not without clearing his dishes first, of course.
You rolled your eyes at his charisma and headed into the living room. You slumped over on the couch, limbs splayed every which way as you called your friend, Marissa. You had been needing to gush to somebody about your newest crush, Rodrick Heffley.
You had only interacted with the messy haired boy in passing: family dinners, picking up Greg, dropping off Rowley, etc.
“I don’t know what it is, he’s just so- so- captivating. God, Mar, I swear I could watch him play drums for hours on end!”
Unbeknownst to you, Rowley had entered the room and was about to speak. You were too caught up in drooling over Rodrick to notice. “Hey, y/n-” He cut himself off quickly, curiosity getting the best of him.
“And did you see what he was wearing at Matt’s party? Those jeans? And that eyeliner? God I could just tear them-”
Rowley cleared his throat, unwilling to hear the rest. “Y/n can you take me to Greg’s, please?” He stood awkwardly with his lips pursed.
Your head whipped around faster than the speed of light. “Marissa, I gotta go.”
“Rowley, how much of that did you hear?”
He lied, something he wasn’t really good at, “Not much! I promise!”
“Rowley Jefferson you had better keep your mouth shut, or I swear I’ll-”
You stopped yourself, closing your eyes and drawing in a deep breath. “Just get in the car.” You breathed out in a scarily calm tone. Your red headed sibling nodded frantically out of fear and darted to the garage.
Usually, you would make him walk, but ever since your infatuation with Rodrick began, you were more eager to give him rides over there. The mere prospect of getting the slightest glance sending excitement throughout your entire being.
When you pulled up to the Heffley home, you gave him a final glare. “Say nothing.” He gave you the same shaky nod he gave you only moments ago. With that, he was bounding towards the front door. You made sure he got inside safely and drove off.
“Rowley? Everything okay?” Greg asked his friend, concerned with his behavior. Rowley couldn’t handle keeping secrets. His hands grew clammy and a slight sweat broke out on his forehead. Rowley had an uncomfortably fake smile plastered on his face as he tried to assure Greg that everything was just peachy.
All it took was one knowing look from Greg and Rowley broke.
“Alright, fine! I heard my sister talking to her friend about how hot Rodrick is and how she wants to-”
“Okay, okay! I get the picture!”
Greg took a moment to proceed, his brows furrowed as he brought a contemplative fist up to support his chin.
“Lemme get this straight. Your sister likes my brother?”
Rowley nodded slowly.
“Y/n likes Rodrick?”
Rowley nodded again, confirming Greg’s exclamations.
“But y/n is smart a-and hot!”
“Greg! Don’t say that!” Rowley groaned, rolling his head back in disgust. Greg threw both of his hands up in defense, “I’m just stating facts.”
“Wait, I have an idea.” A pit of dread grew in Rowley’s stomach, Greg’s ideas never turned out well.
“What if we set up y/n with Rodrick? Just hear me out, this could be good for him.”
Rowley mulled the idea over in his head, thinking that maybe dating you could make Rodrick more… agreeable? Maybe you could be a good influence on the intimidating teenager. A happier Rodrick would make sleepovers at Greg’s a lot more pleasant.
“I think that could work,” Rowley said apprehensively. “But how do we do it?”
Greg shrugged, “Simple, we just tell Rodrick there’s a really hot Girl interested in him.”
The boys proceeded to draw up a plan.
Phase one: The approach. Greg and Rowley nervously ascended the wooden steps that led to Rodrick’s room. Rodrick was laying on his back, spinning a drumstick between his nimble fingers.
He shot up immediately when he noticed the boys’ presence. “What are your dweebs doing up here?”
Phase two: Delivery. “Calm down Rodrick, we have some information you might wanna know,” Greg reasoned cooly, easing Rodrick’s anger from a roaring ten to a mild six.
Greg nodded over at Rowley, signaling him to start talking.
“W-well,” Rowley stuttered, “I uhm- heard my sister talking about you and she- she likes you and she was talking about your jeans?”
Rodrick blinked in confusion, processing this intel.
“Your sister likes me? Are you sure she meant me?”
“That’s what I said!” Greg exclaimed and Rodrick shot him a terrifying glare, silently telling Greg to can it.
Rodrick was honestly shocked. He always observed you from afar, deciding himself that a chick as cool as you would never go for him. This news was absolutely world shattering for the boy, he completely admired you.
Phase three: Action. “We have a plan.” Greg said, a conniving grin creeping onto his face. “Rowley calls y/n, tells her that he’s feeling sick and blames it on Mom’s pot roast or something. Then when she rushes over all worried, you greet her at the door. And then you work your Rodrick magic!” Greg smiled, abundant pride for his plan evident in his stature.
“It’s a go.” Rodrick declared, scrambling around his room to put on deodorant, a new t-shirt, and cologne before pointing at Rowley. “Make the call.”
“Hey, y/n,” Rowley groaned into the phone, sounding as sick as he possibly could. “I- I think I ate something bad and I really need you ro come get me.”
You sighed, telling him you’d be there in ten minutes and to have his things ready to go. You departed for the Heffley house for the second time that night.
When Rowley didn’t come out to your car, you trudged up to the red door to go retrieve the sickly boy.
You gave the door three lazy knocks, expecting Rowley’s face to be the one behind it when it swung open. “Hey kid, are you feeling okay?” You asked, not yet making eye contact with the figure leering in the doorframe.
Your eyes widened as you came to realize who it was.
“Funny seeing you here,” Rodrick drawled out, a smirk tugging at his lips. Your cheeks burned with the heat of one thousand suns, you were not expecting this tonight.
“Y-yeah,” you smiled awkwardly, staring at your feet. “Rowley called, he uhm, he’s not feeling well. So if you could just get him for me I can leave. Immediately.” You cursed yourself for your blubbering idiocy as you twiddled your fingers.
“Actually, Rowley is feeling much, much better.” Suspicion grew as you studied Rodrick’s devious expression. “What’s going on?” You asked, genuinely puzzled as nothing was making any sense.
“I don’t know, y/n. Why don’t you come in and tell me?” Rodrick was surprisingly smooth in this situation, despite his nerves being at an all time high.
“Rowley is just up here,” Rodrick said while guiding you up the stairs to his room. In the meantime, Greg and Rowley peered out from the hallway, watching you follow Rodrick upstairs and giggling to themselves.
The overhead lights in Rodrick’s room were turned on, the glow from his string lights illuminating the area instead. “Mood lighting,” as he had called it. Rodrick had already instructed the boys to stay far away once you had arrived.
You were still lost, Rowley nowhere in sight. “So? Where is he?” You asked expectantly.
“Here’s the thing y/n. You know Rowley can’t keep secrets, right? I mean you have to know that, he is your brother”
Shit.
“That little shit stain! I’ll get him, I swear to god!” You turned to bound down the stairs, ready to tear the entire house apart in hunting for him. Rodrick grabbed your wrist before your foot could even reach the first step.
“Y/n, relax, relax!” His grip on your flesh made your breath hitch and stomach churn. “It’s okay, I feel the same way.” Rodrick’s cocky facade dissipated into nothing as he revealed his feelings.
You got a glimpse of a more vulnerable side of Rodrick that you were sure he didn’t typically share. “But girls like you don’t usually like stupid guys like me,” Rodrick was staring at the ground now, grasp on your arm softening.
You were too unsure of your words so you opted to move your free hand to hold his bicep, closing a considerable amount of distance between the two of you in the process.
“Rodrick, I’ve never liked anybody as much as I like you. And I don’t mean that in a weird or creepy way it’s just that-”
Now it was time for Rodrick’s own addition to the plan. Phase four: The kiss.
Your rambling was cut short by a pair of warm lips pressing against your own. He kissed you with just enough force to cause you to stumble back a bit, causing you to brace yourself against his torso.
He carded a gentle hand through your hair and tugged back on your soft locks. You moaned at the vibrations tendrilling at your scalp and kissed him with even more ferocity.
Somehow, you ended up on his bed, straddling him. The blankets strewn across his mattress melded against your knees and the fronts of your calves as you stabilized yourself on his lap.
He placed apprehensive hands on your hip bones, unsure of what was okay and what wasn’t. You placed your hand on top of his larger one, assuring him that you were comfortable. You even allowed a small whimper to leave your throat as he tightened his hold on you.
You only pulled away to catch your breath, looking into his eyes for the first time that night. You smiled warmly at him as you cupped his cheek. Suddenly, Rodrick’s signature smirk returned to his face.
“Now tell me what you were saying about my jeans.”
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Unexpected (4/?)
(Not my GIF)
You weren’t expecting it. Neither of you were.
That didn’t mean you weren’t happy with how it ended.
Bucky Barnes x Reader Fic.
Warning: Cursing, Cheapshots, a bit of violence, Sad Boi Hour and Fluff
Updated 1/20/2021
It was time. The stage was set. After two days of non-stop correspondence with James, who insisted you call him Bucky, he was knocking on your door for the second time.
“Hey!” You greet, not giving him a chance to respond before you wrap your arms around his torso in a tight hug. It takes him a few moments to return the sentiment but, when he does, you can’t help but notice that James Barnes gives excellent hugs. “Sorry, I get all touchy when I’m nervous”
“S’alright.” He chuckles and you can hear it deep in his chest when you pull away. “I just picked up the papers from Matt.”
“I hope he didn’t give you any trouble. He’s always been protective of me but, this whole thing has him on edge. He’s a nice guy, I swear.” You lead him past the neatly stacked boxes of Patrick’s things and into the kitchen.
“I believe it. I woke up this morning and almost everyone was in a disguise and set on following me here.” The mental image of Steve Rogers and Wanda Maximoff dressed in dark shades and baseball caps makes you laugh harder than it should have. You had never met them but, Bucky talked about his team so much that you felt as if you knew them. Sam Wilson had even gone out of his way to steal James’ phone and personally apologize for the part he played in this whole ordeal.
You barely had time to thank him for the role he played in it before he and James were wrestling over the device. It reminded you too much of you and a certain bullet proof man that had somehow become like a brother to you. The thought of having to tell the Defenders what happened kept you up all last night but, it didn’t compare to having to tell Frank.
“That would have been a sight.” A smirk grows on your face. “Is everything ready?”
Bucky nods. “Claire told me she was spending the day with her sister. Her sister’s in Louisiana right now.” You hum in response. Did Claire really think James was dumb enough to believe that?
“I told Patrick that I was taking Laysa to work with me today. Said I’d be home late.”
The stage was set. After two days of torture in the form of loving gazes and gentle kisses with your husband, the time had come; all you had to do was wait.
“Do you really think they’ll come here?”
Your plan hinged on it.
“If not, I’m tracking them down and shoving these papers down their throats. I can’t stomach another day pretending.” You huff and, as if he knew you were talking about him, your phone dinged.
A message from Patrick.
“Hey babe, you home?” You read aloud before scoffing and typing a reply. No, I told you I’m at work all day (sad face) I’ll be home around seven.
You send off the message and open your snack cabinet.
“So attentive.” Bucky drawls sarcastically. “Husband of the year.”
His voice was low and it sends an unwarranted shiver down your spine. If there was one thing you’d learnt about Bucky Barnes over the past few days was that he really didn’t know how attractive he was. It wasn’t just his looks either, it was his sense of humor, his chivalrous nature, the way he talked about his friends, the nicknames; he was a complete package.
You felt ashamed for thinking about him like that before you realized you didn’t have a reason not to… not anymore. You could look at other men with appreciative eyes for the first time in fifteen years. You’d never act upon anything but, the knowledge that you could was liberating to say the least.
“Do you like popcorn? I was thinking we could watch a movie while we wait.” You ramble on, microwaving the packet before he could answer. “Ever seen Heavyweights? It’s an older Disney movie about a weight loss camp that gets taken over by a health nut. I’m asking you to be polite but, we’re watching it. Laysa’s down for a nap, that girl can sleep for days.”
Another laugh then “Sure doll.”
He had learned quite few things about you himself. You were stubborn, almost as much as he was, you had a serious sweet tooth, you had an even wider range of music than Sam did, you had a soft spot for movies from the 90’s and 2000’s, and you were an amazing mom. The way you talked about Laysa made his chest warm.
Bucky always had a soft spot for kids but, he’d never cared so much about a kid he’s never even seen.
“Great! It’s already set up. All you have to do is press play.” You shoo him into the living room as you pour the popcorn into a bowl. For the perfect balance of sweet and salty, you also fish out a bag of M&M’s, pouring them into a separate bowl.
“Hey Buck! Do you want a drink?” You ask as if this was normal for the two of you. Nothing about this was normal but, you can’t help but feel as if this was the most natural thing in the world. James had already seen you at your absolute worst, you didn’t have to pretend around him and it was amazing.
He answers with a Water’s fine Sugar and your cheeks ache from the silly grin that takes over your face as you fill two glasses. Years of practice has you precariously yet perfectly balancing the dishes on your arms as you make your way into the living room.
Bucky jumps up from the couch to grab the bowls out of your hands, setting them on the table before taking a seat on the couch. You were thankful you had insisted on buying all the furniture in your home; the small L-shaped sectional was perfect for the times you had everyone over. You plop down onto it, directly across from James.
“The hell is skim milk?” He asks, face twisted into a frown when one of the characters mentions it.
“Milk with little to no fat. It’s pretty common nowadays.” You explain while grabbing a handful of popcorn.
“We definitely didn’t have that in my day.”
“Right, I always forget that you’re an old man.” The tease makes him perk up a bit and, with a wicked grin, he turns to face you on the sofa.
“You’re gonna want to take that back sweetheart.” He warns.
“What are you now? two-hundred and fifty something?”
You hadn’t spoken to anyone like this other than Matt and Foggy in years, it gave you a rush you hadn’t felt in a long time. The feeling of butterflies had become a distant memory but, they hit you full force when his blue eyes lock onto to yours. Not even the pillow that narrowly misses you is enough to dampen the feeling.
“I thought you were a sniper Sargent? You must’ve lost your touch in your old age.” The next pillow hits you square in the chest and a squeal escapes your mouth before you can stop it. Bastard.
“You were saying?” The smirk that grows on his face is almost too cocky but, still obnoxiously endearing.
You want to retaliate but, instead you stand up to grab the wayward pillow off of the floor. You had a feeling that if you started a war, it would end in something neither of you were ready for. With all the pillows back on the couch you allow yourself to be submersed in the movie, laughing at all the parts you’d seen a thousand times, silently thankful that James was as well.
As the hour gets later, the impending confrontation weighs on your mind heavily with your eyes straying to the door every couple of minutes in anticipation. Not even the bonfire party depicted on the screen was able to capture your full attention.
“That’s all he has?” James asks, nodding towards the boxes when he notices how distracted you are.
“Mhmm. I bought the house and all of the furniture myself. Apparently being a cop doesn’t pay all too well.” You mused whilst staring at the cardboard. Fifteen years of your relationship was packed away in between his shirts and pants: all the jewelry, save your wedding band, and all of your photos together had been tossed in with his things. You didn’t want any reminders of all the years you had wasted upon Patrick Voight.
“What do you do to afford a home in Manhattan? Is it a secret drug cartel? You can tell me, I won’t rat you out.” You knew he was trying to get you to laugh and it worked. The sound bubbling up from your chest and into the air before it dawns on you he didn’t know what you did for a living.
“I wish.” You sigh dramatically. “I’m-“ Your alarm going off cuts your sentence off, signifying that it was time to feed Laysa. “Actually, let me show you. Wait here!”
You abandon him in the living room while you open the nursery door. Laysa’s already awake and mewling up a storm as you bundle her in your arms. “Settle down beautiful.” You whisper. “I have someone I want you to meet.”
She quiets down long enough for you to walk back to the living room and see James nervously rubbing his palms on his pants, looking as if he were about to be sick. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was nervous.
“James- Sorry… Bucky meet Laysa.” You keep your voice low as to not startle her and you unwrap the blanket around her. He’s out of his seat and in front of you almost faster than you could blink. Once her face is uncovered, he gasps.
“Wha- I thought- What is she?” He stutters as he takes in her white fur spotted with black and arctic eyes just like his own. His mouth drops open in wonder when she squeaks.
“She’s a snow leopard cub. I’m a keeper at the Bronx Zoo as well as a zoologist and wildlife rehabilitator; her mother had twins but, Laysa got ill so she ignored her to focus on the healthier cub. It’s not all that uncommon in the wild and if this happened in their homeland of Siberia, Laysa wouldn’t have made it through the first night. She needed round the clock care and I already had the nursery set up from when I had to take in some macaws.” You explain, rubbing under the cub’s chin. “What did you think Laysa was?”
James’ cheeks redden at your question and you feel your own face heat up. He didn’t-
“I thought you had a baby.” He admits sheepishly before meeting your eyes. “This… isn’t what I was expecting.”
You can’t help but laugh as you grab his hand and place it on Laysa’s head. “If I had a child and found out Patrick was cheating on me, nothing on this planet would be able to save him.”
You meant it and you had the resources to follow through.
But, that wasn’t something James should know about just yet… or ever. Not when he looked so tender stroking the small cub.
“Can you hold her while I make her bottle?” Once again, you don’t wait for confirmation before handing her off to him and going to the kitchen to heat up her meal; enjoying the milk while you can. Soon enough she’s going to be on a raw meat diet and you were not looking forward to cutting up bloody deer and pig.
By the time you arrive back to the living room, James is sat on the couch, Layla settling onto his lap, both entranced by the television. You don’t think twice before snapping a picture to send to Sam later, sure that he’d love to poke fun at Barnes for going soft.
Though, soft isn’t a word you’d use to describe James Barnes. Quite the opposite actually. The man was a wall of rippling and glistening muscle. Muscle that had invaded what little sleep you had gotten since meeting him.
You didn’t mind it all too much as long as it kept Patrick off of your mind.
You take your seat opposite to the man, almost immediately being ambushed by a little ball of fur who had just seemed to notice the bottle in your hand. Laysa’s steps were stuttered and clumsy but, you saw them as progress, last week she could barely move.
“Look at you go!” You coo, scooping her up when she gets close and she eagerly takes the bottle. She really had done a complete three-sixty from when you first brought her home. You loved working with animals and you loved being able to watch them in their natural habitat from afar but, being able to hold and nurse them was incredible.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been to the zoo before.” James voices before taking a drink and you let out an exaggerated gasp.
“That just won’t do.” You tsk, readjusting the bottle. “You should come when I go back to full time. You can even bring Steve; we have senior discounts.”
He glares at you playfully before setting his glass down and settling back onto the couch; back leaning against the armrest and legs sprawled out on the cushions. He looked more relaxed than he had the entire time you’d known him and it brings a warm smile to your face.
Laysa finishes her bottle and is asleep almost instantly; instead of putting her back in the nursery, you wrap her in a blanket and set her on the couch next to you.
“Y’know I told everyone you had a kid. Stevie almost hunted down Patrick himself when he found out, Nat had to stop him. Then, when you talked about how sick she was, Nat had to stop me from hunting him down.” He confesses, eyes never leaving the little bundle next to you.
“Good to know family means a lot to you superheroes.” You laugh quietly, eyes drifting from the screen to the figure laying across from you. “You’re going to have to wait in line behind Matt and Foggy though and that’s only if they get to him before Elle does.”
Yes, Elektra made it very clear that she’s first in line if Patrick tries something after today.
Barnes raises an eyebrow but says nothing as he grabs a handful of M&M’s, giving you an idea. You and Foggy used to do this during late night’s studying at Cambridge; after discovering Matt’s abilities you roped him into it too. Whenever any of you got too overwhelmed, it was tradition to have a movie night complete with the game.
“Hey, see if you can make one into my mouth. If you make it, you can either ask me a truth or to do a dare.” You prompt, mimicking his positioning by leaning against the back of the couch and bringing your feet up onto the cushions. “If you miss, it’s my turn.”
“You have to answer?” He clarifies, already settling into a suitable position and you nod giddily. Patrick never played the game with you; said it was childish and not worth his time. You found yourself comparing Bucky to Patrick a lot in the past few days. “Who’s first?”
Just as the Apache relay in the movie begins, so does your competition with the Avenger on your couch as you open your mouth expectantly. You realize your mistake as the first M&M falls into your mouth with ease. In hindsight, it probably wasn’t smart to ask an Avenger grade sniper to play your candy truth or dare game.
James doesn’t even try to hide his cocky grin. “What’s the worst dare you’ve had to do because of this game?”
Oh he was going straight for the jugular. Sadly, you didn’t have to think too hard. Matt and Foggy were a little fucked in the brain if you were being honest.
The drop of chocolate melts on your tongue and you hum in satisfaction before answering. “It’s a toss up between having to streak across campus naked and having to down half a bottle of tequila. Consequently those were on the same night so yeah.”
His blue eyes widen in shock and you try to play it off as no big deal with a shrug. That was definitely your most memorable college experience and one you hadn’t even told Patrick about because you were sure he would have had a conniption.
“Naked?! You ran across a campus naked?”
“Mhm. Cambridge was never the same after Foggy, Matt, and I went.”
He mouths the word Cambridge in disbelief before a smirk takes its place. “I guess I have no choice but to believe you.”
“Actually, I think Foggy still has a video of it. He planned on playing it at my wedding but, Matt and I vetoed the idea.”
You shuddered to think what would have happened if your two hundred plus guests had to witness your blurry and naked form dashing through the dark with Matt and Foggy’s laughter in the background. You mother probably would have dropped dead right there.
“That’s a wedding I would have paid to be at.” He laughs. “I didn’t even have a proper one. Claire wanted a courthouse.”
“I almost wish I had a courthouse ceremony.” You admit whilst grabbing a handful of chocolate. “I ended up having people I didn’t even know watching what was supposed to be the best day of my life. All I can remember from that day was thanking Patrick’s twice removed great step aunt for her attendance and that my dress was the most hideous thing I’d ever laid eyes on.”
With a roll of your eyes, you motion for him to open his mouth and he does so with a smirk. Unfortunately for you, your aim wasn’t as good as James’ or Matt’s and the piece of candy ends up smacking him in the cheek before falling only to be caught mid-air by a metal fist.
Show off.
You stick your tongue out in a childish form of retaliation and an incredulous laugh falls from the man’s lips. Embarrassment heats your face and you open your mouth reluctantly, signaling the continuation of the game in order to prevent a snarky comment from Barnes.
Once again the candy lands in your mouth effortlessly and you groan. You hear him clear his throat and you brace yourself.
“What’s your favorite kind of food?”
The game takes off from there with Barnes managing to make every candy but one into your mouth and asking you questions that can only be considered mildly invasive where as you had more candy on the floor than you did in your hand, only making two or three of your shots.
“What’s your favorite memory from before the war?” You ask and it clearly catches him off guard. You almost feel bad before remembering the reason for the game. It was to get to know each other beyond what was currently happening.
He tells you his favorite memory about Steve spending their train money on hot dogs and it has you laughing so hard that tears come to your eyes.
“Y-You spent how much on a stuffed animal?” You choke on a laugh as you try to catch your breath and soon enough, he’s laughing along with you, both of you oblivious to the door unlocking.
A candy pelts your shoulder and you retaliate with two thrown in his general direction, neither of which hit.
“I thought you’d be good at this doll. This is your game.” The way he chuckles send a shiver straight down your spine and you brush off the feeling by throwing a pillow at him which he catches easily. Anything to get to hear him laugh like that again. James had a nice laugh that came from his stomach and reverberated around you like his embrace from earlier.
“Oh my God.”
Yours and James’ heads snap towards the door where the two people you dreaded seeing were stood, mouths open and eyes wide in shock. Patrick and Claire were here and you and James had been too caught up in each other to notice. The thought made a smug and downright cruel smirk grow on your face which only widens when James walks to your side of the couch and offers his hand to help you stand.
You and James were a united front and it appeared that he wanted them to know it.
Your eyes abandon his blue ones and look towards Patrick. He was seething, you could see it in his eyes but, you could also see the fear. After all, he had just been caught with the Winter Soldier’s wife and James could snap him in half with his vibranium arm tied behind his back.
Despite the victorious feeling in your chest, you seem to be at a loss for words. You want to yell. To scream in their faces that they were caught and they were about to lose the best things to ever happen to them. Instead you scoff.
“About damn time you got here.” You scowl, picking up the stack of papers on the coffee table and handing the top one to the man beside you. He takes it with a poorly whispered Thanks sweetheart and you know it’s because he wants to get under Patrick and Claire’s skin.
It works.
“Y/N, baby w-what is this?” Patrick stutters next to a teary Claire who looks nothing less than ashamed. They were caught and they both knew it but, Patrick never was one to go down without a fight.
“This.” You motion between the minimal space between you and James, anger rising in your chest. “Is my good friend Bucky. You’d never guess how we met. When was it again?”
There’s a bite to your words that makes Claire wince and you want to throttle her. She didn’t get to act scared and sorry now. She sure as hell wasn’t scared or sorry when she was destroying her marriage and hurting the man who had vowed to love her for the rest of their lives.
Your eyes flicker to Bucky’s blue ones and underneath the anger, you could still see the sadness that was currently weighing your own heart down. You could read him like a book and you were both on the same page.
He pretends to think for a moment before answering. “Three days ago. I believe I ran all the way here after finding out the guy who my wife was cheating on me with had a wife of his own. I’d say we bonded pretty quickly. Shared life experience will do that.”
His words cut like a knife and you love it. All you had seen was James Barnes the gentleman, this was new and exciting. Dare you say, attractive even.
“B-Buck-“ Claire sobs and you can’t stop the scoff the leaves your throat. “It d-didn’t mean anything. I swear. I love you m-more than anything.”
Her words set something off in the man next to you and he growls; the sound shaking your very core. You hand finds his arm on its own vocation and, as calmly as you can, make your way towards the shell-shocked pair. Ignoring Patrick in favor of leveling a glare at the woman who tore your marriage, your life apart. Maybe it was petty of you but, you honestly didn’t see what either man saw in Claire. You were thoroughly unimpressed.
“If you loved him, this would have never happened.” You seethe, inches away from her face. “I’ve known him for seventy-two hours and I can already see that he is a kind, caring, selfless man who deserves much better than you. You’re pathetic. A sniveling little girl who isn’t a fraction of the woman he deserves. You’re a rat. My husband is a rat. And if you know what’s good for you, you’d save your bullshit apologies and words for your fucking lawyer.”
A firm grip on your arm causes you to gasp and turn towards your soon-to-be ex-husband but, as soon as you register his hand on you, it’s wretched away by sleek metal.
“You don’t get to touch her.” James warns, flinging Patrick to the floor in a heap. Without a second glance to him, he turns to Claire and forces the papers into her hands. You let your stack fall onto the man on the ground.
“Your shits packed Patrick. Take it and get the hell out of my house.” You mock in your bitchiest voice before looping an arm through James’. “I was thinking Thai tonight. Sound good?”
Patrick mumbles something under his breath and you just know it’s something snide; you want to shrug it off but, something deep in your gut wants to fight with him. Scream. Yell. Curse.
“What was that?” You ask in a sickly-sweet voice, daring him to repeat his words for all of you to hear. You know he will. He always rises to the bait.
“I said you’re a raging bitch.” He shuffles to his feet with a glare directed at you. Bucky bristles beside you and mumble for him to let it go. To let you handle it.
“If me throwing your lying ass out onto the streets means I’m a raging bitch, then I guess I am. But, I’d rather be a raging bitch than a washed up, dishonorably discharged, peaked in high school, disrespectful to his mother, wannabe Avenger, who can’t match his own fucking clothes.” The insults spew out of your mouth like dragon’s breath and it burns him with how calm you sound. You knew raising your voice would give him the satisfaction he craved so you held out.
“Do you wanna know why Y/N? Do you want to know why all of this happened?” You open your mouth to say no but, he keeps talking. “When I got dusted. My last thought was damn, I’m dead and I wasted half my life on an ugly cow who thinks she’s hot shit because she went to college!”
His words were like a slap in the face but, you’d rather die than let it show so, you force a laugh out of your lungs.
“I didn’t just go to college. I got two fucking Doctorates.” You seethe, gripping onto James’ arm for some kind of ground.
“Oh and I’m sure your parents would be very proud of you if they didn’t abandon you on the side of the road like trash!”
Whatever you were going to say next gets caught in your throat. You never spoke of your parents and Patrick knew that. He knew it was a line he was never supposed to cross. You’d kept your insecurities close to your chest; not even telling Matt, Foggy, or-
“Get out.” Your voice cracks and, when he doesn’t move, you end up yelling. “Get the fuck out!”
“And I’m sure they’d love to hear about you shacking up with a HYDRA assassin. You’ve been surrounded by scum all your life, why should I be surprised.”
“Patrick-“ Claire gasps yet, no one pays her any mind. She was background noise to the firefight between you and your husband. You almost feel guilty- this wasn’t just about you and Patrick; Bucky was supposed to get his time to confront Claire as well but, for some stupid reason, you hadn’t been expecting this.
You hadn’t expected the man you love to open your stitched wounds by shoving a hot knife into them. Suddenly, you stand up straight and before you realize it, your phone is in your hand.
Your birth parents may have abandoned you, your adoptive parents may have passed away, but you still had family. You still had him and you were a fool for thinking you shouldn’t rely on him.
The ringing doesn’t last a full second before the call connects and a raspy voice shoots the fear of god into your soon-to-be ex-husband. A god named Frank Castle.
“Yeah sis? E’vrything all right?” He grunts, probably in the middle of his daily workout. You had two choices; handle this like an adult or…
“Frankie?!” You sob dramatically with a truly wicked smile on your face. “H-He’s been cheating on me and-“
The phone cuts off as soon as the words leave your mouth and your eyes meet Patrick’s wide ones.
“You better start running baby.” You hiss. “Hope you have a good place to hide. I don’t think The Punisher is going to show the man who broke his baby sister’s heart much mercy.”
You hated the nickname but, it struck fear into the hearts of all who heard it. Beside you Bucky barks out a laugh.
Maybe not everyone.
Regardless, time is of the essence and Patrick knows it because he’s instantly scrambling. The way he trips over his own feet to take his meager possessions has you humming in satisfaction. Watching him panic makes you feel vindicated. He was going to pay for hurting you.
You knew the feeling was temporary, so you revel in it while you can.
“Leave your key. I want these papers signed and then I never want to see you again.” You order and the papers are signed and in your hand within minutes.
Without so much as a goodbye or sorry, he leaves. Abandoning you and the life you two had built together. Abandoning Claire to face you and James alone. A coward- through and through. How had you been so blind this whole time? This was who Patrick was- who he had been all your lives.
Fifteen years and he was able to just turn his back on it all. Leave like it didn’t matter.
Like you didn’t matter.
God, you wish it didn’t hurt as much as it did.
“The apartment’s yours.” Bucky voices after a moment of silence and a sharp laugh leaves your lips when Claire sobs. “I advise you apply for a transfer though. Natasha made it very clear what will happen if she sees you again.”
You watch as she reaches for him before her hand falters mid-air, consequently falling back to her side and tightening into a fist.
“You’re going to regret this.” She hisses even though tears are falling from her eyes. “You’re nothing without me.”
Your breath catches in your throat when Bucky stiffens next to you. This bitch…
“Without me all you are is a stupid, needy, little HYD-“
Your fist throbs instantly and it takes you a moment to realize what you had just done. Eyes wide, you stare at the red welt on Claire’s cheek, down to your fist, and up to James, who is looking back with eyes just as wide.
“Did you just punch me?!” She shrieks, both hands flying up to cover her cheek.
“Yeah.” You mumble after a beat of silence before clearing your throat. “I did and I want you out of my home before I give you a matching bruise on the other side as well.”
She sputters in disbelief before turning her eyes back to Bucky who, once he’s over his shock, just shrugs. “You heard her. We’re done here.”
With a stomp of her foot and a childish wail, she stalks out the door and you follow, slamming it after her.
Silence envelops the room and you’re acutely aware of Bucky’s eyes on you. Shuffling your feet, you garner the courage to look him in his eyes.
“That went well.”
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Something Different {BBC Dracula x Reader} [10]
Masterlist
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The doors to the room swung opened and Zoe paced in holding a metal briefcase. Her face was stoic and hard as she made her way towards you and Jack. You were both sitting together, sorting through accounts of Count Dracula trying to find something, anything. She made her way to the pair of you and set the case down.
“What’s that?” Jack piped up.
“This,” Zoe began, “is a sample of Dracula’s blood. I managed to get a little sent off for testing.”
“A little? Zoe you had a whole vile-“ you began, however she cut you off.
“Yes that doesn’t matter. What matters is that we have our lab results back. And I’m sure that you are both as curious as myself to see what’s inside the box.” She smiled, a little enthusiastic about getting the results back.
You weren’t entirely sure on how Dracula’s blood would differ from any other mammals on earth, but you supposed you could always just find out. It may be important, after all. With eager eyes, both you and Jack watched as Zoe flipped open the case. Inside, a brown paper envelope with ‘classified’ stamped over the front and underneath, secured in black foam, the vile with a few drops of Dracula’s blood left. Zoe tore open the paper and began to read.
“How utterly curious...” she mumbled as she continued to read.
“What is it?” Jack inquired.
“Dracula’s blood... it has no red blood cells whatsoever. I mean, it makes sense considering he doesn’t breathe but... you would think his bone marrow would still produce the cells anyway...”
“Is there anything else?”
“Yes... they sampled some white blood cells, for the DNA, you see... it’s... it’s completely mutated. Dracula’s DNA is so completely scrambled. It’s a mesh of DNA from all of his victims, this must be how his body accumulates the desirable attributes of his victims.”
You took the paper out of Zoe’s hands, reading the same words (more or less) in the pages. It explained a lot. How Dracula’s own biology worked.
“Whatever you do, Zoe, don’t let him get his hands on this.” You warned quietly, “I don’t doubt that he’d use it for his own gain.”
“Yes. We must keep this safe.” She took the papers back from you, placed them back and snapped the case shut, “I wish I could stay, kids, but I have somewhere to be. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”
When Zoe departed, you and Jack simply went back to reading account after account, scribbling down any notes that would be beneficial to the research. Jack had wanted to say something to you about that night, but he felt a lump grow in the back of his throat every time he thought about saying a word. Maybe it was best to keep quiet for now. Besides, he knew you well enough, if you wanted to talk about it, you would.
A few hours passed, but Zoe did not return. Instead of burning your brains anymore on reading passage after passage, you decided it was time to get out for a while and take a quick stroll. Side by side, you wandered aimlessly back down the 199 steps, and took a sharp right turn down the cobbled alley that lead to the slipway and onto the other pier where the lighthouse stood proud. Instead of walking to the very end, you sat down on an empty bench, looking inwards to the harbour, at the swing bridge and the bustle of the town.
The noise was a little diluted from where you were sitting. But you could still make out the rumble of car engines, the disorder and merged chatter of tourists and citizens alike, the cry of seagulls and the occasional crescendo in the music coming from the amusements. It was peaceful. It was intimate being so far away from the rest of the town.
It was nice to be in Jack’s company.
He turned to you.
“[First],”
“Yeah?”
“What really happened with Dracula?” You turned your head to look at him.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It does. It really does.”
“Alright.” You sighed, “you want to know?” He merely nodded at your strong tone, “he killed the owner of a small cottage, regained his strength and we spent the night there. All we did was talk until I fell asleep and he had to find somewhere dark to stay for the entirety of the day. The next night, we sat up and again just talked until the first train back to Whitby at 6am when he dropped me off at the train station and went back into hiding. I’m telling you, nothing happened.” You explained firmly.
Jack looked at you, a little taken aback by your confession. He didn’t know why he and Zoe had decided to distrust you. You had never proven yourself to be silly. You’d never give yourself up to a vampire willingly. They should have known to be more trusting of you. You could handle it.
“I’m... I’m sorry.” He lowered his head.
“Don’t be. We both know how Dracula can enchant his victims. Not me, though, Jack. I promise I won’t let him enchant me.”
Jack looked up. You were smiling at him. The way the sun glowed gold on your skin, illuminated your hair with a halo of warm light, glistened in your eyes. His heart stopped for a moment. When had you become so pretty?
~^*^~
[DraccyBoi: 8pm. Be ready.]
[You: you can’t tell me what to do, toothy.]
[DraccyBoi: I won’t tell you again. I’ve given you enough warning.]
Texting a vampire was always going to be an odd affair, you thought. You rolled your eyes at his last message. How he could be so charming in person and yet kind of an asshole over text was beyond you. You didn’t really have a lot of time to ponder over it, considering you had just over three hours to ready yourself.
The weekend had come and you knew exactly what Dracula was telling you to ready yourself for. Sighing, you pushed yourself up and made your way towards the bathroom. You knew it would take time to get ready, and you wanted to. Not that you needed to do anything for Count Dracula; sometimes it was just nice to put in the effort.
Halfway through your shower, the music you had been singing along to cut off and your phone began to ring. You groaned, turning off the water and sliding the button to answer and quickly putting it on speakerphone.
“Hello?” You gasped, the hot air in the bathroom making it a little difficult to breathe.
“I was beginning to worry. You didn’t text me back.” His smug voice rang through your bathroom.
“Clingy much?”
“No, just making sure you’re following orders. Are you?”
“Considering you just interrupted my shower, I’d say yes.”
“Your shower?” You could hear the cockiness in his voice, “remind me again, what does that entail? Correct me if I’m wrong but that would mean that you are currently very n-“
“Bye Dracula.”
You hung up, wishing to never have a conversation like that again. Quickly, you resumed your shower and within the next two hours, you were all ready, except for being in your dress. There wasn’t much point in getting into it an hour before you needed to leave.
Instead, you flipped through the channels until about ten-to-eight, when you clambered back up your stairs.
The dress was where you had left it, hanging up in your spare bedroom. Getting it on was a struggle, considering that the hem of the skirt came out by two feet in a circumference around your waist in the centre. It was matte, with a few rhinestones sewn on here and there to make it sparkle just a little. The neckline was a plunging sweetheart, and thick straps settled on your mid arm, between your shoulder and your elbow. You thanked your recently past self for opting to put your shoes on before the dress, and you heard the door open just as you tried to tug up the zip at the back.
“Hello?” His voice called out.
“Up here!” You called back.
You heard the rythmic thud of his shoes slowly gain volume as he made his way up the stairs.
“You’re not in a similar state as the one when we talked on the phone are you?” He playfully called out.
“No!” He chuckled at the hint of embarrassment and the clear irritation in your voice. There was a pause, “...can you come in here?”
“...why?”
“Because... I need you to zip me up.”
Now this was a turn of events. Dracula could not help the smug smirk that overcame his face. With a slow stride, he made his way into your room. The curtains were drawn, your bedside lamp illuminating the room a little. You were standing facing away from him, the back of your dress zipped down, just enough to give a tease of the dimples in your back.
The dress, as he had anticipated, fit you perfectly. With the height of your heels, the hem was merely a centimetre away from the floor. It was perfect.
“Needing a little help?” His soft voice teased.
“Just... quickly, please.” You spoke, not moving.
“Alright.”
You heard him come closer. When his fingers made contact with your hot skin, you shivered and your heart picked up the pace. He hummed. With no shaky hand like the previous men in your life, with confidence, with an oddly tender touch, he zipped the dress up. When done, he positioned the ends of your hair a little, just making them perfect.
“All done.” He mused, “look at me, [First].”
You turned on the ball of your foot. You were quite a few inches higher now and thus a lot closer to his own height. He liked how you hadn’t gone overboard with the colours on your face, opting to simply enhance your features, bar the red lipstick that stuck out and seamlessly pulled your entire look for the evening together.
His eyes glossed over you, taking in the way the dress fit you perfectly. He had never seen you so dressed up. He had never seen you looking so formal.
“Beautiful.” He breathed, “absolutely stunning.”
He grasped your hand. You enjoyed the familiar coolness that spread through your fingertips and up your arm. Locking eyes with you, and keeping them locked, he lowered his head and pressed a tender kiss to your knuckles.
“Shall we go?” He spoke lowly against your hand. You nodded.
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In all honesty, you didn’t know how Dracula was coping. The room was full of beautiful ladies in gothic dresses, laughing, many of them being whisked around by men, similarly dressed. The room was hot and buzzing with life. You could only imagine how stir crazy the vampire was going inside of his head. However, he kept his grip on you, your arms linked as you moved through the crowd of people. He was leading you towards the dance floor...
“Drac...” your voice came out meek and you tried to pull away from him but with no avail. He simply turned to look at you.
“What is it?” He inquired gently.
“I can’t...”
“Now, [First], a lady as beautiful as yourself should have the luxury of being engaged in a dance at a ball. It’s basic social etiquette.” He spoke fluidly, as if it were simple law everyone ought to know.
“Yes, but, I can’t... I don’t know how...” your eyes were pleaading up at him, you were begging him silently to listen to your pleas. You didn’t know how to dance and you sure as hell didn’t intend on making a fool of yourself. You managed to tug your arm out of his.
“Then let me teach you.” He commanded lowly, “dance with me, [First].”
“I don’t know, Drac... there’s so many people here and-“
“And none of them are going to judge. It is my understanding that your society doesn’t know the first thing about real etiquette or balls or the such. You’ll be fine.”
He was too convincing. His voice too smooth, his eyes too genuine, his smile too kind for you to refuse. You took his hand. That boyish grin took over his face and he strode a little forwards, tugging you further into the mass of people. When you broke through the barrier, before you, many couples were swirling around. It was dizzying watching them waltz around without a care in the world. Laughter erupted from every corner of the room amongst the chatter. Dracula turned to face you.
Your heart caught in your throat as one of his arms snakes around your waist, bringing you forwards. He positioned your arms for you, and pressed his lips to the cartilage of your ear.
“Just follow my lead and you’ll be ok.” He reassured quietly. His voice melted into your brain. He was too close.
And then, he was gliding you across the room. He was smiling down at you, eyes warm unlike their usual inhumane coolness. He whisked you along, your body reacting just as it should and as he swept you up into his grasp and around the ballroom, everything faded away. It became white noise, it became irrelevant. You were swallowed by him, his arms around you, his mouth right next to your ear.
It was as if you were intoxicated.
You let him lead you around the floor, some people stopped to watch the way the handsome Count Dracula swept the most elegant young woman up at. You were quite the sight. The way your eyes were locked on him, the way he carried you with such ease. Every movement of your dress accentuated the way your body twisted and turned.
Turning on one spot, Dracula slowed. Keeping his hand firmly on your waist, he guided you down, holding you as if you were a porcelain doll. You were precious. He grinned down at you. And he bowed his head down. Your heart began to race. You sucked in a breath and his lips gently caressed the soft skin of your neck. It ignighted a fire beneath your flesh, warming up your heart and your cheeks in an instant. Your stomach flipped. He lingered for a moment. He was listening to your pulse. It had suddenly become erratic. He smirked against your skin.
When he dipped you back up, you clung on to his arms. You were breathless and your head was spinning. You looked up at him, mouth slightly ajar and eyes locked.
“I knew you could do it.” There was a hint of smugness as his lips rugged up at the edges, “dearie me, your heartbeat really is lively this evening.” He teased.
You couldn’t find any words to reply to him. You simply held onto his arms as if you were dependent on him. You continued to look into his eyes, until he moved forwards once more to press a chaste kiss on your cheek.
“Bear with me a moment, darling.” He whispered.
And like that, he had disappeared. You stood alone in the middle of the dance floor. Once you had regained some sense, you rushed away to the sides. You waited for a good 20 minutes, and Dracula did not return. You decided to leave.
You couldn’t help but feel a little rejected as you pushed open the doors, fleeing past the latecomers. Your heels clicked against the pavement. You felt stupid. Dracula did not care about you at all. He was toying with you. It was a sick game and no matter what, you would lose.
It was dark. And being alone in the dark made you feel vulnerable. You turned the corner, looking over at the whale bones that stood proud, between them the sight of the Abbey on the other side of the harbour. You looked left and right before crossing the road. When you turned your head back to look at where you had come from, you saw the familiar figure of the vampire pacing up and down on the other side of the road to the Bay Royal Hotel. You didn’t realise at first, but he was on the phone and you could just about make out what he was saying.
“No... I can’t... I’m busy... well yes, I miss you too...” who was he talking to, you wondered, “...maybe tomorrow or the night after... not today, I can’t... no... no, Lucy.”
Your heart stopped. Lucy...? She was still alive? And Dracula had left you alone to... is that why he had spent so long in London? Dread filled your gut as it sank hard and fast.
It had happened all over again.
The tears that began to spill from your eyes were unavoidable and you plucked up your dress, feeling like a cliche and rushed down the steps, away from the whale bones and as far away as you could (and as quickly) from Count Dracula.
When you reached the bottom of the steps, you were heaving tears. You plucked your phone out from your bag and dialled a number.
“Can you come pick me up...?”
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Haikyuu boys as songs on my spotify playlists P. 5, (Other characters + girls)
Warning, songs contain talk about: violence, sex and drugs.
Yuji Terushima: Pussy Talk by City Girls (feat. Doja Cat)
You know damn well that Terushima-san is a fuckboy, not saying that's immediately horrible i'm just stating facts. He might look like he gets bitches but he's for sure a virgin. He likes any song that gives him confidence, so when he hears pussy talk he goes all out, i mean this grown ass man dances.
Suguru Daisho: Molly by Mindless Self Indulgence
Was this one self indulgent? Yeah. Daisho-san gives me punk vibes and like,,, awooga. He for sure likes songs that get him pumped up before games and Molly is exactly the song to do that. Even with his breakup from Mika he seems to be insanely persistent and probably is one of those guys who unironically says “I still see her shadows in my room.” which pains me a bit to think about.
Kiyoomi Sakusa: Devil Town by Cavetown
Sakusa-san gives me a “divorced parents” vibe, and as someone who has divorced parents I will defend this on a hill and die for it. The song itself isn’t overwhelming, so I think he likes it because it's almost a calm pain to him. And, with my head cannon that he has divorced parents, it fits even better.
Shinsuke Kita: Saturn Suv by Fredo Disco
Sweet farmer boy needs sweet sonG- wow I haven’t expressed my love for Kita-san ever on this website and that thought physically pains me tbh. He’s so sweet, so that's why I picked this bittersweet bop for him. It’s chill and almost controlling like he is, but not a bad controlling, more of a “guys-please-my-mom-is-home” controlling. 10/10 would recommend this song.
Aran Ojiro: Washing Machine Heart by Mitsuki
You might be wondering why I picked such a song for Mr. Man himself, but hear me out: He likes sad songs. Just like I've mentioned with many other soft boys before, he enjoys listening to sad songs even when he's not sad which I respect because,,, same here dude.
ON that note, I chose the washing machine heart because of how adult it sounded. Not in the sexual sense, but just in the “grown-up heartbreak” sense.
Atsumu Miya: Asshole by Hooligan Chase
This physically pained me to find on my playlist and so I deleted it immediately after finding it. ‘Tsumu-san gives me massive cishet man energy and that isn’t exactly good to think about. He reminds me of a frat boy named Jake who’s favorite thing is to fuck the holes in the wall that he punched. Doesn’t mean I hate Atsumu-san though! Actually, I find him and his brother very relatable and enjoy how they fight because me and my siblings did that kinda thing.
Osamu Miya: Lotta True Crime by Penelope Scott
Anyways, ‘Samu-san here gives me the energy that he binges true crime shows often with the team, ‘Tsumu probably calls Osamu a serial killer and gross and well,,, everything else you can fill in. The song itself is bitter and sarcastic, just like he can be and personally I find it super catchy (well, I enjoy all of Penelope's songs) and sad. The image of Osamu-san listening to true crime podcasts while getting stoned in his later years brings tears of joy to my face.
Rintaro Suna: As The World Caves In by Matt Maltese
A sad song for a boy who for sure has at least some sort of mental illness (I say that as someone who has mental illnesses). I believe that Suna-san has depression due to how burnt out he constantly is. As someone who again loves sad songs, I feel like he would just constantly have one on in his headphones. Give this man some therapy and a break.
Korai Hoshiumi: Verbatim by Mother Mother
Lil man really whipped out the energy when we first met him- he low-key scared me because I saw him and thought that he’d be quiet and sweet but oh boy was I wrong. I was also a little stuck on a song for him so I had to consult the Hoshiumi kinnies and they came up with Verbatim, which is on my playlist. Thank you, Hoshiumi kinnies, thank you. If you are a Hoshiumi kinnie, you are iconic and i appreciate you!
Takanobu Aone: Mr. Loverman by Ricky Montgomery
Wow anyways this song makes my aone kinnie go brr. Like completely brr. Aone-san gives me a soft indie, hot cup of tea, sweaters, knitting, and baking vibes. You may see him as a scary giant but I see him as a very big polar bear who needs a hug! He probably relates to the song because of how everyone views him as the Iron Wall and not a person, just the longing to feel loved and appreciated by someone is the main reason he’d relate so much. I would also bake brownies with Aone-san any day.
Kenji Futakuchi: Hayloft by Mother Mother
Our edgy king here for sure is a bastard. He’s cocky, funny, and sly with his rude comments causing me to think of an intense song for him. Hayloft is also an absolute banger of a song, so it wouldn’t surprise me if he had it be Date Tech’s theme song for the time being. I think that he’d also go to mother mother concerts and just be so confused, like if he went to an american mother mother concert he’d be looking at everyone there and just “woah” you also can’t tell me he wouldn’t want an alt S.O.
Kanji Koganegawa: Pretty Rave Girl by S3RL
Wow, me and Koganegawa-san here seem to have the exact same taste in music! When I hear pretty rave girls I go ape. I mean I shake my hands in front of my face because of the happy simulation! It’s such a cute song and the crunch is sooo perfect. I can see Koganegawa being into hyperpop and hardcore music like sewerslvt and SugarCrash! Like tendou-san and lev-san. He for sure sings the song when he gets up in the morning and blasts it in his car! The cute wholesome love song makes his heart go brr, and mine does too!
Ittetsu Takaeda: Breezeblocks by Alt-J
Man would listen to this and go full English teacher like the nerd he is, but then again I don't blame him because I honestly do too! This song was an old hyper-fixation of mine and so when I think of Takaeda, I think of Breezeblocks. All the literary devices and how the song itself is formed to create the perfect horrifying story of murder and cleaning up the crime scene all while talking about their lover is bone-chilling and I think Takaeda-san understands how messed up the song is but just really enjoys the cover that the love aspect almost is. Like when I first listened to Breezeblocks I thought it was a song about a lover leaving the singer, not the singer killing someone(possibly his lover) and covering it up all while thinking about his S.O. dark but great song, 10/10 childhood would be ruined again.
Keishin Ukai: Scotty Doesn’t Know by Lustra
Ah yes, Ukai here is punk and we all know it; and as someone who sees Ukai and gets many mixed feelings, I say we talk about highschool ukai. He mentioned that he didn’t get good grades when he was younger. Keishin-san reminds me of someone who got high instead of doing schoolwork, which like same but bro c’mon you gotta balance the zoot. Keishin-san also reminds me of a crust punk in the sense of how he acts: he’s super cool and if you're wrong he isn’t afraid to tell you you're wrong. He also gives me the vibes that he’d call out TERF’s on the streets and save girls from being harassed/assaulted. An absolute king if I say so myself.
Saeko Tanaka: Girls In Bikinis by Poppy
Ah yes, a bicon in her full beauty! Saeko for sure would be one hell of a partier and she for sure has had some drunken kisses with cute girls. And, we have to remember she is a tanaka, ryunosuke is literally her brother. Of course, simp runs in their veins, and god, what I would do for her to just give me a thumbs up or any positive affirmation. Oh and she for sure kicks TERF’s in the shins with Ukai-san. Someone get her a monster and a crown because she’s the queen :)
Akiteru Tsukishima: Boys Will Be Bugs by Cavetown
As Akiteru-san here has struggled with self esteem before and not wanting to let people down, I saw BWBB and instantly understood why it stands out to me so much when I think about him. The song itself is about giving into harmful stereotypes because that's how the world and people see you. Boys are often seen as people who aren’t allowed to have feelings due to toxic masculinity and I think that the reason he lied to his brother could’ve been influenced by that.
Kiyoko Shimizu: Sweet Hibiscus Tea by Penelope Scott
Sweet hibiscus tea is one hell of a song for people who don’t feel like enough, and that's exactly how Kiyoko-san feels. I can see her for sure feeling like an outsider to her own life. So many people look up to her and she doesn’t know why, her low self-esteem is something that I've come to understand after watching Haikyuu. Give her some tanaka and she’ll be fine.
Hitoka Yachi: Oblivion by Grimes
Our favorite ball of anxiety for sure is scared about walking home, she has a great reason to be anyways! What’s scarier than being kidnapped? Nothing tbh, shits horrifying (I say as someone who was indeed almost kidnapped). Yachi always thinks that the worst will happen and prepares for it, but then again I can’t blame her.
#hq#haikyuu!!#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#nohebi#johzenji#date tech#hq managers#hq akiteru#hq saeko#hq coaches#inarazaki
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Rare ~ Matthew Tkachuk
A/n: Hey yall I love selena gomez. That’s all. This is just a short one so sorry about that but I just liked ending it where it was. More coming soon. Enjoy
“Matty I’m home!” I called out into the apartment slipping my shoes off. I hung up my purse and walked through the place. “Matthew?”
I wandered around until I got to the patio and saw him sitting outside on a beach chair. I took a minute to just stand there and admire him. Recently he was starting to make me feel kinda dumb for just wanting to look at how hot he was. To be honest our relationship was at a really rocky place right now and I didn’t know why or what changed.
I decided against going to talk to him and just went to get dinner ready instead. I put on some music quietly and started cutting up vegetables for a stir fry. I opened a window when it was time to cook everything so that it wouldn’t get too warm in the kitchen. I didn’t think of the fact that Matt would be able to hear everything inside until I heard the sliding glass door open and shut.
“Hi Matty.”
“Hi baby. I didn’t know you were home.” he said coming over and giving me a kiss on the head.
“I got back a little while ago. You looked so calm and relaxed that I didn’t want to bug you.”
“Eh, it wouldn’t have been that much of a bother.” he said shrugging and smiling at me.
“Wow thanks.” I said rolling my eyes, just as sarcastic as he was. “How was your day?”
“You’re gonna give me attitude like that and then ask me how my day was? Really?” he asked crossing his arms. Making me scrunch up my brows in confusion.
“What do you mean attitude? I was being sarcastic. Like you were.”
“I wasn’t being sarcastic.”
“Then that is definitely not any better and you deserve attitude for that.”
“No I don’t!”
“Matt you literally said me coming out to say hi ‘wouldn’t have been that much of a bother’.” I said mocking his voice.
“Yeah because it wouldn’t have been a big bother.”
“But it still would have bothered you if I had. So clearly I made the right choice by just staying inside.”
“Babe this is ridiculous. Stop fighting, because I’m sick of it right honestly.”
“So am I but how am I supposed to react when you blow shit up for no reason? I know everyone else let’s you do whatever you want Matty but I’m not. I know you hate that but fuck dude.”
“No one let’s me do anything I want what are you even talking about?!”
“Nothing, nevermind. I’m sorry.”
“Whatever, I’m done fighting. I don’t want to fight with you anymore.” he walked out of the room and I just finished dinner quietly.
Pretty much as soon as our mini fight was done all was forgiven and back to normal. That’s what really bugged me, was how fast it went from bad to okay and the fact that I just had to go with whatever was happening. We were sitting on the couch watching Game of Thrones together until late into the night. I was getting restless sitting next to my super gorgeous boyfriend though. I was watching him more than the show by that point. I was sitting in a perfect position to just lean forward and connect my lips to his neck. Which I did. He didn’t react right away, or at all until I moved his shirt and started leaving a mark under his collarbone.
“Whatcha doin little vampire?” he asked smiling squeezing my ass for good measure.
“You just looked so hot baby, I can’t help it..”
“Oh really? I’m just that hot huh?” he asked with a cocky smirk.
“You know you are.” I said pushing him back to lay down on the couch making him laugh. I crawled over top of him and straddled his waist going back to his neck. He grabbed my hips and pushed me down onto his growing erection groaning in my ear.
“You gonna go down on me? Take my cock in your mouth so good?”
“Please let me..”
“Always baby. Go ahead.” he shifted his hips to let me pull his pants down just enough to free his dick. I didn’t have to do much and it didn’t take long until he was finishing in my mouth. “Go wait for me upstairs baby. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Okay.” I smiled and gave him a kiss before going up to our shared room. After about 10 minutes I heard him talking to his friends on xbox live and knew that he was absolutely not going to be coming up to finish what was started downstairs or even just to come to bed for a long time. I laid in the bed and was just frustrated with how things were going. I couldn’t even get him interested in sleeping with me anymore. That was the last thing we really had at this point.
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It wasn’t until about a week later that I decided to try something to get Matty’s attention. I spent the entire morning walking around the apartment with just a pair of underwear and a bralette on. He completely ignored me. While that felt like shit he told me on his way out that Johnny and Elias were coming over after practice so I decided to try and make him jealous. If he still got jealous there had to be something there right?
By the time all the boys got back I was laying on the couch watching some home improvement show. They were loud and joking around until they got to the living room and saw me.
“Hey boys! How was practice?” I asked, giving them smiles.
“It was good.” Johnny said.
“Hard.” Elias added looking at me.
“Not the only thing hard.” You heard Matthew mumble grumpily.
“What was that Matty?”
“Nothing babe.” he said rolling his eyes coming over and laying on top of me to give me a kiss. He got up and pulled a blanket around me before sitting up on the floor in front of me. I put my fingers in his hair and started giving him head scratches while they set up their video game. Matt let them go first and he just sat with me. I put my leg over his shoulder and he kept giving my calf small kisses until it was his turn. Pretty much at that point and for the rest of the night he just forgot I existed. The other two boys didn’t and it was nice getting some male attention but it wasn’t the attention I wanted. Eventually I just went upstairs and waited for hours with tears in my eyes. After a few hours he came up, crawled into bed, gave me a kiss on the back of the neck and pulled me close to him before falling asleep immediately. I laid there for a while before I shifted around and woke him up by turning on the lamp on my side of the bed.
“Babe? What the fuck are you doing?” he asked confused, rubbing his eyes.
“Can we talk please?” I asked quietly.
“It’s the middle of the night, can it wait?” he asked rubbing my arm softly. I broke into sobs and shook my head. His expression relaxed immediately and he pulled me towards him in a hug. “What’s the matter (y/n)?”
“Do you still love me?” I asked not beating around the bush.
“What? Babe of course I still love you! Why would you ever ask that? What’s this about?”
“Recently things have just been really hard. A lot of fighting, a lot of going to bed angry and alone, a lot of just not feeling very appreciated. It feels like you don’t care.”
“I’ve been making you feel like that? For real?” he asked in shock. I just nodded and fresh tears spilled down my cheeks.
“It feels like you’re getting ready to leave.”
“Baby no. Don’t think like that.” he held me closer to him and smoothed out my hair.
“I’ve always felt like you were it for me Matthew. I love you so much and now it just feels like I’ve been aiming too high and it’s not something you want, like you’re getting sick of me being around or something.”
“That is not even close to true. (y/n) you’re the only person I’ve ever loved. You changed me remember? I never thought I’d ever love one person, let alone love someone this much.”
“It just seems like you’re getting really sick of having me around all the time. Like I try to be there for you after a game and you’re annoyed. I try to help you by doing things around the house but you get annoyed. I try to go to every single game possible and you get annoyed when I miss one. It seems like anything to get annoyed with me for you just take it and run. I’m trying my best Matty. Not a lot of people would try this hard..”
“Baby nobody in their right mind would try this hard. That’s why I love you. You don’t care that it’s kind of crazy to want to be with me and try to make me better, you stick around and do it anyway. I know that you’re special and that I’m so lucky to have you.”
“I know I don’t do anything to help with the fighting and stuff but I just wish things were going smoother. I just get so mad when I do things for you all the time and you don’t do the same. It’s not fair. I’m there for you and I support you through everything and then you get upset with me and I just explode. I just feel very unappreciated. There’s no reason we shouldn’t be succeeding right now.”
“I agree. I’m so sorry that I ever made you feel like I didn’t appreciate every single thing you do for me and every single sacrifice you make. I get so angry and stressed out and I’ve been taking it out on you instead of putting those emotions somewhere more useful.”
“I don’t care if you take your anger out on me in ways that aren’t screaming at me and leaving me alone all night.”
“What do you mea- Oh! Oh..you little..” he just groaned and smiled throwing his head back. “Don’t make me think about that right now. I’m trying to be serious.”
“I’m sorry Matty.”
“I feel awful that I’ve let you go so long to the point where you blew up in the middle of the night.” he said frowning, playing with my hand. “What can I do to fix it?”
“I don’t know Matt..”
“How about we start going out more? Like going on dates again? Once or twice a week when I’m home or something like that. Just us two and we can talk and just be together one on one?”
“That sounds like it would be nice.”
“Yeah and I can start helping more around the house so you’re not as stressed out. I’ll even start going to the team therapist again if you want.”
“Matty that’s a lot of promises.”
“And I intend to keep every one of them babygirl.” he said softly bringing my face to his in a soft kiss. “You’ll see. I mean what I’m saying. I know how special you are and I would be a complete idiot if I didn’t listen to you seriously right now and do something to change how you’re feeling. I’m not willing to lose you. It can’t happen.”
“I don’t know what to say..thank you baby. I thought this was just going to be another big fight.”
“Absolutely not. I’m never going to fight and argue with you about something this serious. I never want to hear you sound so broken and sad because of me ever again.”
“I love you.” I said laying back down on the bed with him.
“I love you more.” he said kissing me again. “You’ll see baby. I’m going to turn this around.”
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Table of Contents
I. General Information
II. Personality information
III. Weapons & Abilities/Skills
IV. Design
V.Relationships
VI. Backstory
VII.Theme song
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I.General Information
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ıllıllı-Designation-ıllıllı
‹Divewing›
ıllıllı-Height-ıllıllı
‹34ft tall›
ıllıllı-Age-ıllıllı
‹3,000,000. Acts 24-human years›
ıllıllı-Gender-ıllıllı
‹Femme›
ıllıllı-Sexuality-ıllıllı
‹Heterosexual›
ıllıllı-Occupation-ıllıllı
‹Depends on the role-play›
ıllıllı-Homeworld-ıllıllı
‹Cybertron›
ıllıllı-Creation Type-ıllıllı
‹Cold Constructed›
ıllıllı-Faction-ıllıllı
‹Autobots(former Decepticon)›
ıllıllı-Rank-ıllıllı
‹Seeker(Formally)›
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II.Personality Information
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-ˏˋ-Good Qualities-ˊˎ-
‹1.Clever›-Divewing is very clever, being one to learn quick and understand. She will even apply her own ideas to ones plan if their plan seems faulty and could cost them the mission.
‹2.Humorous›-She often likes to make jokes here and there when she is around others. She usually does this when there are those having a down day.
‹3.Compassionate›-Divewing is compassionate when it comes to her friends and others in danger. But she tries her best to hide this side of her the best she can.
‹4.Ambitious›-Divewing is ambitious most of the time when on missions because she absolutely hates being a failure. So, she can be determined to succeed.
‹5.Obedient›-She is an Obedient femme, meaning she will follow orders and listen to her superiors, no questions asked.
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‹1.Aggressive›-Divewing has a high temper and a lot of things can set her off most of the time. Such as people talking bad to her about her past, or if someone aggravates her, pushes her buttons to the point where her aggression can and will click.
‹2.Naughty›-There are many definitions for this word "Naughty", and well Divewing's type of naughty is that she can be very seductive, lewd, and she usually pulls this stunt to get that she wants.
‹3.Blunt›-Meeting her for the first time, Diveing will always be blunt and rude the first few conversations meaning she acts as if she wants to push those close to her away from her problems.
‹4.Killjoy›-Divewing isn't that much of a killjoy since she'd like others to experience what she did. However, if it's people she doesn't like and can't tolerate she will spoil literally everything for him.
‹5.Dishonest›-She is a dishonest person alright, during her time as a Decepticon all she did was tell lies to her superiors. But unlike most lying bots she showed confidence in her lies to make most of them think she is being completely honest.
-ˏˋ-Fears-ˊˎ-
‹1.Starscream›-Divewing fears this ruthless and cruel mech because of the things he did to her during her time on Earth. He tortured her. Scarred her. Made sure to leave dent so that she would always remember and never forget what she did.
‹2.The Past›-She doesn't like hearing about her past since it can trigger PTSD meaning she can get aggressive, upset.
‹3.Losing the ability to fly›-This is something that she fears the most because she's come to enjoy flying as it helps her clear her mind, and relax. If this ability is taken away from her she will be devastated.
-ˏˋ-Likes-ˊˎ-
‹1.Making jokes›-She likes to make jokes to try and cheer others up around her, or she tries to make herself laugh if she's feeling down herself.
‹2.Flying›-This is something she has always loved doing ever since her construction. Flying allows her to feel free. Feel relaxed. Feel as if nothing in the world matters but the beauty above the clouds.
‹3.Listening to what humans call music›-Music is something she never got to experience back on Cybertron. But on earth she got experience all sorts of music such as Metal, Country, Rap, and Classic Rock. She found herself liking Classic Rock music since it seemed to fit her style.
‹4. Training›-Divewing likes to practice her shooting here and there when feels rusty and she'll even practice with her sword.
-ˏˋ-Dislikes-ˊˎ-
‹1.Predacons›-Divewing isn't one who likes to be around predacons because she's seen what they are capable of and unless you're a Prime, it's best to keep your distance and not antagonize them.
‹2.Being injured›-She knows no one doesn't like being injured but when she's injured it really messes with her mind because she knows she won't be able to help unless she has healed.
‹3.Losing friends›-Divewing hates it when she loses those close to her. She lost many during the war on Cybertron, and lost a few more when she arrived on Earth. The femme hasn't lost anyone since but if she does she knows it will hurt so much.
‹4.Magnetic fields›-Everyone should know why she hates this, I mean she's made of metal and after that mission that both Breakdown and Airachnid failed let her know what that weapon is capable of.
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‹Divewing is attracted to mechs. But she has her preferred sparkmate. She is attracted to a mech who is taller then her, smart, funny, with blue and or red optics. She can also be attracted to mechs who are bulky as Megatron and Optimus Prime(no she isn't attracted to them).›
-ˏˋ-Overall Personality-ˊˎ-
‹Divewing is a very challenging person to get to know since she pushes mostly everyone away from her circle. She doesn't socialize with others that much and when she is, she can be very blunt with her words. But when it comes to something she wants, the femme can be very seductive and naughty to get what she wants. However if you are someone who is close to her, Divewing will not only show compassion but she will protect those who mean a lot to her. She sometimes drinks to get away from her past, or tries to cut any ties that could remind her of who she was in the past.›
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III.Weapons and Abilities/Skills
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Weapons
‹Divewing has many weapons but with her being a seeker she follows after the second in command of the Decepticon cause, Starscream when it comes to her weaponry. When in Jet mode she can fire slow rate machine guns and lock on missiles that do take a while before blowing up if it doesn't manage to hit it's target. When in Robot mode however, she has two blasters on the sides of her arms that is her slow rate machine guns when she is in Robot mode. The femme also carries a sword, a sword that she uses when in close quarters combat as this blade is always sharpened, and when she unsheathes it from her back it will give off this red glow around the edges, like the sword is heating up on the sharp ends.›
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Abilities
1.-‹Divewings first ability surrounds flight. When it comes to flying she isn't the best at it but she believes she is decent enough to escape someone, or catch up to someone. When it comes to dodging missiles she is very agile in aerial combat, sometimes transformering and going into hover mode where she could have an easier chance to dodge an incoming missile. She can also be very lethal with her attacks if her aggression is pushed to its limits.›
2.-‹Divewing's second ability surrounds servo to servo combat. She was trained by her mentor, Archangel(a friends OC), and this mech taught her how to properly handle herself when in close quarters combat. He taught her when to strike her opponent but also taught her to not back down. However when her aggression has been pushed she can be very cocky and with that she will lose the fight. Archangel told her about this, but she never learned to control that side of her. Archangel even taught her how to swing a sword properly which is where she gets her skills from but he never finished her training due to events that transpired.›
3.-‹Divewing's third ability surrounds stealth. The seeker is known for her stealth thanks to the humans of course. If she didn't scan the Chinese Jet that was made by humans she wouldn't be able to cloak herself and hide herself from others. This cloaking device gives her the ability to sneak past those undetected in front of her. Not only does this device cloak herself, but it also silences the noises she makes. But using this ability can and will drain most of her energy. If she does decide to shoot, or even speak the cloaking device will shut off.›
4.-‹Divewing's last ability surrounds her seductive side. Now when it comes to this ability of hers it's something she uses to get what she wants when she wants. She may be a heterosexual bot but she doesn't mind seducing a fellow femme to get what she wants. Divewing uses her charm, and this seductive tone to pull the mech and or femme into a trap where she would leave their processer blank and take what ever it is she wanted only to leave them where they stood.›
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Skills
Strength-‹6/10›
Agility-‹ 10/10›
Intelligence-‹6/10›
Charisma-‹10/10›
Common Sense-‹5/10›
Social-‹4/10›
Endurance-‹5/10›
Flexibility-‹8/10›
Wisdom-‹ 2/10›
Tactical-‹ 2/10›
Speed on Land-‹5/10›
Speed in Water-‹2/10›
Speed in Air-‹9/10›
Dominate-‹5/10›
Submissive-‹5/10›
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‹Divewings frame is that of a seeker, taking after Starscreams body and but she has a feminine shape to herself. However she looks different from Starscream due to the colors she holds and the different variation she seems to have.›
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1.Primary-‹A solid black color that gives off a small glare when the sun shines into her primary color.›
2.Secondary-‹A matte red that trails along her wings, and chassis and colors some spots on her helm.›
3.Tertiary-‹Her tertiary is a dark grey, the metal limbs that hide underneath her armor mostly.›
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FC-31 stealth fighter Jet
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‹Across her arms and legs she has these sharp points that slightly stick out giving her frame a more intimidating towards those who are shorter then her. She has this point on her helm with a yellow light in the center of it and she also has a visor that she uses when in combat to stop anything from coming at her that could shoot out her optics.›
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ஓ๑♡Amica Endura♡๑ஓ
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ஓ๑♡Conjux Endura♡๑ஓ
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Divewing is a former Decepticon turned Autobot. The day she left the Decepticons was a choice that caused great pain within her but it also gave her something she never had, freedom. Ever since they arrived on Earth, Megatron the Decepticon leader has been craving to exterminate the Autobots even if it meant destroying this planet which Divewing found to be beautiful, very beautiful. Especially when it came to nature as she is a femme who prefers to be left alone and roam the planet to experience everything about it. Joining the Autobots however was hard, most of them never trusted her with anything because of her past and the people she killed during the war on Cybertron. She couldn't handle the hatred she kept getting from them all so, she left and deserted the Autobots to experience this planet's beauty without anyone ordering her to do this, or do that.
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Her old Backstory
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Divewing's story begin on Cybertron that was on the brink of going dead due to the war between the Autobots, and Decepticons. Divewing was cold constructed meaning sparks were produced at such a rapid rate that they had to be stockpiled until new bodies could be constructed; The Divided Self their energies were frozen in photonic crystals, which would be placed inside the new bodies in order to thaw out, hence the term "constructed cold". Back to her story. When Divewing came to be she joined the Decepticon Armada to only become a seeker for Starscreams fleet of seekers. During the war on Cybertron she did a lot of missions with Starscream most of them ending in success, and the ones that didn't succeed the squad of seekers would have to speak to Megatron about their failure. Starscream would get the punishment for the failure as the other ones never got their own punishment from their Lord, and master. As the war raged on Cybertron, their core known as Primus begin to shut off, which indicated that their plant had finally died. Although, when the Autobots left Cybertron and scattered across the galaxy the Decepticons took their warship and left Cybertron a few days after. The Autobots took refuge on a planet called Earth, only a certain amount of Autobots took refuge on the planet, but their were still many more about scattered across the stars. Eventually the Decepticons made their way to Earth in hopes to cyber form it until they discovered Autobot energy signatures on Earth. The Decepticons made their touch down in the middle of the desert on planet Earth as most of them were aware of the indigenous lifeforms here known as humans, and they did not care about the planets lifeforms but Divewing felt differently she might have been a Decepticon but she refuses to attack smaller, and innocent lifeforms. She just hopes that she does not come across any humans, especially if Starscream is present because he'll probably expect her to destroy the human.
After a few weeks of being on this planet called Earth Starscream, and Divewing only went on a certain amount of missions that had no importance to the cause, that was until she found it these missions were kept secret from Megatron, and the other Decepticons aboard the warship. Divewing is more loyal to Starscream, but now she is beginning to have second thoughts about Starscream, the Decepticon Armada, about everything. She never knew the reason to why, or what the Autobots were fighting for but whatever it was she knew that their cause had a better meaning then constant death, destruction, and suffering. Divewing has had her fair share of death, as she has murdered Autobots but she never took enjoyment out of it, but she noticed Starscream, Megatron, and others did enjoy scrapping a few Autobots here, and there. One day when Starscream took Divewing to one of the mines that is stored with energon there Starscream talked to her about getting rid of Megatron so, that he could have control over the Decepticons. Divewing has always agreed on everything with Starscream, but she couldn't so, she stayed quiet throughout the entire time he was talking about murdering their Lord and Master. The femme didn't agree on this plan, she didn't agree on much the Decepticons, or Starscreams plans anymore. However, during their trip to the mine Megatron came onto their communication systems to tell them about how they found something that could lure out the Autobots, meaning capturing the human lifeforms and use them as bait. Yet another plan Divewing didn't agree with, and one that she couldn't take part in but Starscream made her on their way back to the ship and by the time they got there Megatron ordered Starscream to gather a few humans and take them to the coordinates on his navigational systems, and that's exactly what Starscream did. Divewing stayed behind on the warship as she planned to try, and find a way to contact the Autobots so, she made her way to the communication console within the ship as she started leave behind a hidden message that only the Autobots shall receive, but they also couldn't tell who the sender was. "To any Autobots that read this message, the Decepticons are here on Earth and they know you are here too. Megatron plans to grab a few humans, and use them to lure you out of hiding. Please, stop Megatr-" Then her message was cut off as she was found out by Soundwave who knocked her unconscious and cuffed her down on a table in the Medical room.
After a few days of being a prisoner of the Decepticons she was expecting her spark to be extinguished anymoment, anyday. But that never came until Starscream entered the room with a disappointed look on his faceplate, then that look soon turned to a menacing look as he extended out his digits to make them look sharp, and Knockout entered the room to give Starscream a stunner. For hours, days, and weeks Starscream tortured the femme seeker as she has cuts all over her chassis with energon leaking from the slits, and burnt marks from the tazer he hits her with. But one day Starscream didn't attend to torturing, and Divewing heard blaster fire on the other side of the door, then it opened. A Autobot mech by the name of Bumblebee, and a Autobot femme by the name of Arcee were here on this ship accidental, and when the two saw a Decepticon lying on the table with cuts, and burnt marks they were udderly confused, and worried for the femme on the table. So what these two did were unexpected as they helped her off the ship thanks to a mech by the name of Ratchet opened a groundbridge off the ship. But the groundbridge didn't take them to the base as they didn't quite trust the bot they just saved as the portal took them to a secluded spot in the forest, then another portal opened up behind them with Ratchet and his medical kit in hand, and Optimus Prime. The four Autobots saw the damage on the Decepticon femme as Arcee, and Bumblebee explained how they found her, which let Optimus know that she must have betrayed Megatron. Ratchet patched cut after cut, and soon the femme opened her optics an hour later to see that she was surrounded by Autobots.
Divewing was scared, and incredibly vulnerable to attack but they didn't attack her and she didn't know why. Optimus Prime spoke to her about Megatron, and asked her if she had turned her backs on their cause she told them all of what she did and when they heard her say she was the one who gave them the message about the humans being used as bait. They didn't know what to say about this femme, and didn't know to trust her or not yet they did know she has turned against the Decepticons, and Optimus asked her if she would be willing to join their cause and fight for humanity. Divewing hesitated at the question but agreed to join the Autobot cause, and days later she had the Autobot badge on her wings and given the rank of recruit. However during her time with the Autobots they hardly trusted her to be allowed near the groundbridge controls, or allow her to travel out of the base alone.
A week later she finally was aloud to go on a mission with Bumblebee, and Arcee to find any energon mines the Decepticons were occupying, and where they were mining for energon as they were sent to clear it out and take the energonenergon back to base. The three bots cleared it out but Divewing got wreckless, and threw one of the Decepticon troops to a wall that was very sensitive wall as the entire cave begin to shake as walls, and rocks ripped off the cavern walls to only fall down on top of Divewing, Bumblebee, and Arcee but a groundbridge opened in time for them to escape, and so they escaped through the portals that let them back into base. Of course since they survived Arcee got mad and shouted at Divewing, which angered as well because there was no way she could have known that was a soft wall. Optimus explained to Divewing that she cannot be so wreckless during missions as she must play it safe so her, and the team can make it back home. Divewing understood his words but she couldn't follow them, she didn't want to follow any orders anymore. So the next day Divewing was no where to be seen in the base but she did leave a transmission for the Autobots. "I am not betraying any of you, I choose to leave because I do not think I am ready to be a member of a team and I hope most of you can see that. I will come back once I am ready, and if you ever need me at anytime, don't hesitate to contact me. Divewing out."
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a little bit of sugar, daddy [1]
↳ Pairing: taehyung x reader
↳ genre: smut
↳ rating: 18+
↳ word count: 4.9k
↳ warnings: ceo!taehyung, sugar daddy!taehyung, lots of implied smut, lots of dirty talk, slight voyeurism if you squint, BDE taehyung lol
— synopsis: Taehyung - a sugardaddy and a businessman, a man who derives his life from sex, pleasure, and money. Y/n - a girl working at a small cafe, whose sex life is as dry as the weekly delivered coffee beans. Will Y/n adjust to the new lifestyle she agreed on, and keep up with all of the dirty antics with Taehyung?
a/n: go and check out my masterlist located at my bio to see the next chapter of this story!
Going to work on Friday afternoons was hectic.
You’re already on your second year of college and had many part-time jobs in the past, but this one was certainly much more stressful than any of your earlier jobs. You work in a local cafe – and not just any ‘aesthetic’ cafe that you see on Instagram or the things you read in books – it was a fast pace, an affordable cafe that was most common for students. It was right across your school so you often see many familiar faces and have heard many people discussing to themselves to “meet” at the cafe right after classes end.
The cafe was average-sized and had a modern design. You were lucky that you get paid very well for a part-time job.
Customer after customer after customer, the line of students carrying their bags and books never stops – but you never complained of course. You never did. “Good afternoon miss, what can I get you?” You politely smiled, ready to take the girl’s order. She scoffed instead.
“Oh shut up, Y/n. Stop acting so cringeworthy.”
You laughed and shook your head, “Whatever, Olivia. What’d’you want today?”
“The usual please.” You nodded and pressed an iced americano and two glazed donuts on the touch screen. “That’d be $4.75.”
“Ohh but can you give me a discount? I’m your bestest friend and I’ve been coming here ever since. All the money that ya’ll have basically comes from me.” You sighed at her, making puppy eyes but you shook your head. “Nope, I can’t do that. Unless you’re a senior but you’re only 21.” She puffed our air and handed you four dollars. “Fine.”
“Don’t huff at me,” you gave her the receipt, “Now go on, there are many people in line.”
“Have time later?” She asked, giving you a wink. “No, sorry. Homework.”
Olivia tilted her head and tsk-ed, “Typical Y/n. Thanks anyway!” She said while went to find herself a chair.
It was 4:30pm and the people died down a little, customers only coming in once every forty minutes. You took your time to tie your hair up in a messy bun and sat down on a stool to use your phone -- without your boss spotting you of course. It was not until you heard a signaling cough coming from over the counter, so you immediately shoved your phone back in your pocket and directed your attention to the customer.
He was new. You haven’t seen this face before, and hell you have a good memory too. His face, well, you couldn’t describe it. He looked flawless and not even a single pimple. You thought when people didn’t have pimples or even an uneven patch on their faces aren’t human. He had black, long hair that sort of covered the top of his ears. He was wearing a clean, black fitted suit that revealed every valley and edge of his figure—
“Um, excuse me miss?” You were snapped back into reality when he waved his hand in front of your face. “You were blanked out.” He smirked and shoved one hand in his pockets.
You looked down, embarrassed. “Sorry. I was just–”
“It’s okay. I believe you’re placed here to take my order, I suppose?”
Humiliating.
“O-oh, yes, yeah. Umm...what do you need? I-I mean what do you want? What?”
You sighed, as you felt your face turn red. You didn’t know why you were reacting this way. Were you just shocked to see a man so good-looking?
“Cute.” He murmured under his breath, but not loud enough for you to hear. “I’d like a chamomile tea, please. Make it your largest size.” You nodded and punched his order on the screen, not making any eye contact because if you did, you were certain that your face will explode. “Then black coffee.” you nodded again. “Is that all sir?” You asked, getting a tray from the shelves to prepare his order – when in fact you just wanted to avoid any type of eye contact. “Yes.”
“That’s $4.50, sir –”
“Taehyung.” You saw a lady coming in and immediately walking over to his side, placing her hand on his shoulder. He smirked at her – then back to you. “Here.” The man, which you supposed was named Taehyung, handed you 10 bucks. You sighed softly, more to yourself, and started to prepare his change.
“Did you get my order?” The woman asked him, noticing how close her face was on his. “Yes, darling.”
You closed the tin but before you could even hand him his change, you saw him lower his right hand down to the woman's sides in an agonizingly slow pace then slapped her bum.
Your eyes widened and your face immediately turned red. “Ahh! Taehyung~ not here...” she squeaked. You saw how Taehyung smirked but he kept his eyes directly on yours, not focusing on the girl. But he didn’t stop and squeezed her cheek, making her squeal once more and whined. “Daddy...not in public.”
What the fuck.
You gasped and your eyes widened. A huge and cocky smirk was still plastered on his face as he enjoyed your reaction. You noticed how he ran his tongue on the bottom of his lips and bit it slowly. You mentally slapped yourself and shook your head, immediately handing him his change.
He scoffed, eyes burning through you. “You liked that don’t you, little girl?”
You had your mouth open, but nothing came out of it. It was like he was talking to you.
“Yeah.” the girl giggled beside him.
Instead of that smirk, the man replaced it with a smile. “Thank you, miss. I’ll be having it here.” You nodded, not trusting your voice, and both of them walked to one of the booths.
You watched them as they finally sat down, and you let out the air that you were apparently holding. You rubbed your temples in an attempt to remember what just happened. “What...” you whispered to yourself and sat back down on the stool, resting your elbows on the counter and pressing your chin on your palms.
It was a moment later until Olivia came in front of you over the counter and gave you an unfinished donut. You took it without thinking. “—knew it.” she murmured.
“Knew what?” You asked with a mouthful. “You’re overthinking again. LOL.”
You rolled your eyes. “I mean I saw what those two did earlier. Girl, you were flushed as fuck!” She said the last line louder than intended and you immediately shushed her. “Shut up! They’re still here.” You looked over her shoulder and saw the two still talking, not until Taehyung locked his eyes on yours again. You hurriedly looked away.
“They were so nasty, man. You probably liked it.” She winked at you and you crooked your eyebrows at her. “Can you stop? I’m at work.”
“Yeah right. You being that red didn’t look professional at all though.”
You hid your face in your hands and grunted. You couldn’t lie how your stomach flipped when he called you that petname. You were absolutely flustered and he, of course, noticed that. And he liked your reaction.
“He looks a lot older than us, you know? Like 26? 27? And fuck me did that lady beside her called him daddy.” Right, that.
“You’re blushing!” She squealed loudly and you instantly covered her mouth and grunted again. “Olivia shut the fuck up.” “You liked it, didn’t you?” Her smile was huge and it was annoying you. “I knew you were kinky you little—”
“Okay, okay, you can stop now.” You cut her off and pushed her away forcefully that actually made her step back. She was laughing quietly and you were stopping yourself from flipping her off. “You’re annoying.” You murmured.
“Get that di—”
“Shut up!”
~
It was 30 minutes later until you noticed the girl that Taehyung was with stood up, gave him a peck on the cheek and left. You saw how his face was emotionless but he did give her a nod on her way out. You shrugged your shoulders and checked the time on your phone. 5:30 – ten minutes left and your shift would be over for the day.
You packed your things inside of your backpack and fixed your hair, removing it from the messy bun and letting it fall down, brushing it with your hands.
“Y/N?” A co-worker, Matt spoke like he was in a rush. “Would you take care of the gentleman right there? He personally called for you, I don’t know why.” Your eyes widened as you looked at him, he was looking right at you with slightly frowned eyebrows – as if he was examining you.
“Don’t worry Y/n, I’ll take over. Your shift is about to end anyway.” You took everything you can to smile at Matt and thanked him, walking out of the counter and forced your feet to walk towards him. You gripped the straps of your backpack tighter as you came close. He greeted you with a kind smile, intertwining his hands as he sets it on the table.
“You called me, sir?” His look was intense. It was like he was judging you because of how his eyebrows creased but his eyes told something else that you couldn’t figure out. He bit his lip right after those words came out of your mouth.
“Yes. Would you please take a seat?” You second-guessed his command but you initially sat down afterward, placing your bag beside you.
You couldn’t lie but he looked intimidating. The way the curve of his biceps were showing, his hands exposing some veins, and the way the corner of his lips pulled upwards made you gulp. He had some kind of aura that he carried with him like he owned the place. We were like some kind of boss, but then again he probably is one.
“I’m so sorry about earlier,” he started, his voice deep and low sending chills down your spine. “I made a scene in front of you and that was so disrespectful of me.”
“Oh no, well, it’s okay. I’m fine now.” you genuinely smiled. The ‘thing’ he did back there meant nothing anymore - right?
“Seriously, miss...?” You figured he wanted to know your name, so you told him. “Y/N.”
“Miss Y/n -” he licked his lips, “I shouldn’t have done that. You were flushed back there and I probably made you uncomfortable. It was very inappropriate of me.” Your eyes widened, you really didn’t want him to feel sorry for what he did, it was your fault for acting that way. “No! No, I promise. It was silly to react like that. I was just ...” You struggled to find words but you ended up with nothing, lowering your head.
“...just?” He continued, lifting your chin up gently with his index finger which made you surprised. He made you look into his eyes and smiled. “Hmm?”
“Just shocked.” You admitted.
“Shocked?” He repeated. “Why were you shocked?”
‘Cause I just saw some guy spanked a girl right in front of my eyes, that’s why.
You didn’t reply after that but he understood, only hearing a chuckle coming from him.
“How old are you, y/n?” he asked randomly, making you crease your eyebrows slightly. “Me?”
“Yes, you, babe. Who else am I talking to?” Your stomach fluttered as soon as he called you that, and you thought it was so childish of you. “Oh, um...20.”
Twenty. “So young,” he whispered, more to himself as he played with the bottom of his lips with his fingers. Youngest one he’s ever met.
“Is this your full-on job?” He leaned in closer to you, attentively observing your every action. “N-no.” you stuttered, but you coughed your way out of it. He seemed to notice and he smirked. “No, it’s only part-time. I’m on my second year of college and I just need the money to pay my rent and buy necessities.” You laughed it off.
“Mmm, I see.” He saw how you nervously tapped your fingers on the table and how you tucked a loose strand of hair at the back of your ear. Taehyung thought that you looked so angelic and pure. He thought that you looked so adorable when your face turned red when you were flustered - but he knew that you liked it. He could tell it.
“And your parents?” Your heart dropped at the name. You frowned and tried to keep your act still in front of him. “I don’t know to be honest.” His mouth went agape and his eyebrows creased again. He held both of your hands in one of his and comforted you.
You didn’t know why you were telling this in front of a total stranger, but you did. “When I was very young they handed me to my aunt and uncle. I don’t know the reason behind it but they just did and I’ve never seen them ever since. My aunt and uncle live so far from here so I barely ever see them too - and I also can’t afford to commute that far. They don’t even know that I had experienced part-time jobs and all this.”
“Oh, darling.” He caressed the back of your hand with his thumb. His voice was soothing and it slightly calmed you. “It’s gonna be okay, yeah? Time heals and I know you’ll see your parents soon. You just gotta keep having hope, right?” You nodded at him and smiled. Taehyung’s heart swelled, he couldn’t lie. But the way you smiled did something to him like he wanted to protect you at all costs. You were so young and you still had more chances in life that you couldn’t experience because of your problems with money. He wanted to help you.
“I can help you, you know?”
“W-what?”
Taehyung smiled kindly at you and leaned even closer, his lips brush your ears. You shivered slightly, making him smirk. “I can help you with everything, Y/n. I can give you whatever you desire of.” You were confused at his statement - but hell were you turned on. Was he some kind of sugardaddy that you always see people talk about on twitter?
His right hand grabbed the side of your head, pulling you even closer to him. “Whatever things you want, baby girl. Clothes, money, a house -” He moved dangerously close to your ears,
“pleasure.” he gritted his teeth and growled into your ears which made you gasp and let out a little whine. But little did you know how much that whine affected him. He smirked as he looked straight into you, eyes dark and burning into your soul. “I’d really want to please you, sweetheart. You deserve to feel pleasure every time, and I just want the best for you. I’d give you so much that you'll feel so overwhelmed, little one."
“B-but Taehyung...”
Taehyung was surprised that he knew your name, but hell did he loved it coming out of your mouth. He thought that you probably heard it from Crissy.
“Yes, baby?” The nickname did all sorts of things inside of you and you secretly loved it. But you didn’t know if you could just make an immediate decision then and there. Like, you badly needed the money, and he seemed like a good person too, not an asshole. “I-I don’t know if I can make...you know...if I can make a decision right now. But, you seem like a very nice person?”
Taehyung smirked at your choice of words. He curved his index finger to do a ‘come here’ motion and you obeyed, leaning closer to him. Your faces were mere inches away and you were nervously tapping your foot on the ground.
“Would you give it a try? Come home with me tonight, I wanna know you better and show you what I can give to you.” his deep voice spoke, making you bite your lip. Taehyung saw your action and he couldn’t help himself but to growl a little. There was something in you that he couldn’t progress - but he liked it.
“What are you gonna do if I said yes?”
The way Y/n asked that with her big, innocent-looking eyes made him want to do more. More things would be too improper to say in front of her. She might as well melt into a puddle if he did. “You really wanna know? Right here, right now? In front of everyone in this cafe?”
Y/n, without thinking twice, nodded her head.
“I wanna fuck you, y/n. I wanna fuck you so hard angel right to the point where you couldn’t walk." Y/n gasped and crossed her legs as he continued, "The moment I saw you I wanted to bend you over the counter right there and fuck your brains out.”
Y/n only whined in response, encouraging Taehyung to go further. “You just looked so damn pure and untouched, I wanted to claim you as mine. I want to mark your body as mine. Your skin looks so soft, babygirl, makes me wanna bite it. I wanna ruin you, y/n.”
You whined again and looked around, nervous to see if anyone had heard the both of you. You heard him tsk which made your heart skip a beat. “Nervous that people can hear, little girl?” You nodded your head truthfully and that made him chuckle. “You’re so fucking cute – makes me wanna pound in you hard.”
You felt your cheeks heat for how many times today, with him noticing of course. You tried to turn your attention away from him but he grabbed your head in both of his hands, forcing you to look straight at him. His pupils were dilated and his stare was dark and mischievous. “Fuck, you look so goddamn innocent when you blush like that for me. You like it when I talk to you like this, don’t you?” You didn’t answer him and instead directed your gaze away from him. “Answer me.”
“Y-yes, I do.” You admitted, afraid of what will happen next. But you couldn’t lie that you didn’t like this. You liked how he talked dirty to you.
“Mhm, I know baby girl. Look at you being so flustered.” He moved his lips to your ear and gave a soft and tender peck just below it, making you let out a quiet moan, which resulted in him biting your lobe. “You think I’d fuck you rough, but baby, I like it really rough. I’d pull your hair hard as I fuck you from behind, I’d lose my control when I’m with you.”
You let out a whimper and closed your eyes for a moment, imagining all the things that he wanted to do to you. “You probably couldn’t handle it. You think you’re a big girl that can take my cock inside of you. Can you, princess?”
“Taehyung...” you were getting impatient like you were expecting something to happen, but nothing came. Taehyung, instead, pulled away and revived his composure as he did a few minutes ago, leaving you all red and breathless.
Taehyung was in fact hard, his pants painfully straining his member but he kept his cool. He liked the view in front of her. He’d like to see more of her.
“What do you say, honey? I promise I’ll take care of you.”
Y/n thought for a moment, but to be honest, she just wanted him to do whatever he wants to her. All of the things he said, she wanted it to come true however ridiculous it might’ve sounded. “I’ll go to – to your place.”
He raised an eyebrow and smirked, caressing her cheek with one hand. “You sure about that?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
Taehyung smiled and reached under his blazer and gave her a card with all of his information and number. “Text me your address, and I’ll pick you up.”
Kim Taehyung
Chief Excecutive Officer
KEOJI Architecure Inc
*********
Your eyes widened as you read his further information. You knew he would be some kind of boss, but you didn’t think about him being a CEO.
“You’re...you...you own a company?” You said clearly shocked as you had your mouth open. He chuckled and nodded, “Yeah.” he had a cocky voice in him but you didn’t care, you just found it hot.
You mumbled a quiet okay and placed the card inside of your bag and sighed. “Why? Intimidated?”
You chuckled and lowered your head. “Just can’t believe I just got – you know, like, by a CEO.” He laughed at your nervousness and stroked your cheek once again, “I’m gonna pick you up later at 7, is that okay?” You nodded your head. “Use your words.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” His voice suddenly dropped down low once again, making you tilt your head to the side. He was expecting something from you but you were just genuinely confused about what to reply.
“I’m kidding, baby.” he laughed which made your heart warm in some way. “I’ll see you again later, okay?” You forced a small smile and said yes.
“Good girl.”
~
“Y/n what the fuck!”
“I know – I don’t know! I don’t know what just happened...I-I was – fuck I don’t know!” You yelled as you covered your face with a pillow, hiding from your overly-excited best friend over a video call.
“Idiot it’s not that! ‘What the fuck’ as in ‘how the fuck did you do that?’“ Olivia said as another squeal went past her lips. “I knew it! He’s a fucking sugar daddy!”
“Olivia, calm down! Fine, he’s a sugar daddy but –”
“Oh my god!” She squealed again, throwing pillows everywhere.
“Olivia you look like a fucking child!” you bellowed.
“I’m just excited for you,”
“What?”
“Like, Y/n, this could be an opportunity. It’s a win-win situation. You get loads of money, and both of you’ll have good sex!”
You scoffed, “It’s still not easy when you say it like that! I’ve only had sex once and it was horrible. And he – he probably has tons of experience.” You lowered your voice down in the last sentence. “He’ll give me tons of money and in return, I need him to pay him good sex back. But Liv, I probably wouldn’t meet the expectations of this guy.”
Olivia rolled her eyes through the screen, “That’s not the point -- well, to be honest, I don’t know. If he’s the dom then he’ll obviously take care of you and teach you some things.”
She winked at you which made you gag jokingly. “Oohh, gagging. He’d probably like that.”
You let out a loud groan, “Please stop that. He’s gonna pick me up soon and I still don’t know what to wear.”
“Oh! Wear that white dress of yours then.”
“Olivia, we’re going to his house, not to a fancy restaurant.”
“Well,” she thought, “he’s a CEO so he’d probably be rich – obviously – wear something casual but not too casual like you just wanna impress someone but not too exaggerated you know?” You rolled your eyes, “I know.”
You didn’t.
As you got out of your bed, looking for some appropriate clothes in the closet, Oliva kept talking. “Isn’t it kinda weird that you agreed so quickly to go to his house? Like shit, I knew you were needy but like, what if he’s gonna kidnap you?”
“He won’t. Why would he anyway?”
“I don’t know. If something happens don’t blame it on me, blame it on your horny self.” You rolled your eyes once more and decided to show her the outfit that you put together.
“How about this?” You held up a red velvet cropped camisole and denim shorts. You saw how she tilted her head in confusion. “When did you but that cami top?” she asked, “Just got it somewhere.”
She shrugged, “It looks fine, but wouldn’t you be freezing if you only wore shorts?” You thought for a while but agreed, putting the shorts back and brought out high-waist black jeans. Olivia nodded and gave a thumbs-up, quickly changing into the outfit that you arranged.
You said goodbye to Olivia to end her nonstop teasing and immediately texted Taehyung’s number your address. You sat down on your bed, letting out a puff of air.
[6:32 pm]
– Taehyung? It’s me, Y/n. I’m at _____.
You waited for a while, nervous for his reply. You sighed deeply once again and threw your head back. “What am I doing,” you whispered. It wasn’t like you regret saying yes to him, in fact, you were more scared of what will happen. It was true when Olivia said that you made the decision so quickly – but what bad thing could possibly happen, right?
You jumped out of your thoughts when your phone buzzed in your hand.
[6:35 pm]
– Good. To be honest angel, I wasn’t expecting you to actually text me.
Your eyebrows creased in confusion. You stood up and went out on your balcony and replied.
[6:36 pm]
– What do you mean??
[6:37 pm]
– I thought you would be too afraid, angel.
Taehyung, on the other side, smirk at himself. He placed his phone down on the desk and fixed his dress shirt in front of the mirror. He chuckled on the thought of what your reaction could be. He applied his perfume, grabbed his keys and phone with him and went to his car.
You scoffed and rolled your eyes jokingly, fingers quick to reply.
[6:38 pm]
– Afraid? I’m not afraid
Taehyung chuckled as he read your text, starting the engine while doing so. Before he started to drive he replied to you again.
[6:40 pm]
– Well, let’s see about that baby.
Eyes widening, you stared at the screen. What did he mean about that?
You gulped and nervously combed through your hair with your hands. Is he actually gonna hurt you?
[6:40 pm]
– A-are you actually gonna hurt me??
[6:41 pm]
– Still stuttering through text. cute.
– But no. I won’t hurt you.
You let out a deep breath in relief. But before you could celebrate, your phone left another buzz.
– But who knows, maybe I will hurt you a little bit, darling.
Taehyung smirked once again as he closed his phone and started to drive to your address. You had your mouth slightly agape, feeling yourself getting goosebumps as you read the reply. You groaned and went back inside, deciding to just wait for him to come. You really didn’t understand what he meant – if he meant emotionally or rather, physically. And to be honest, you weren’t exactly sure if saying ‘yes’ to him and to have a sugar daddy is the best thing that should happen. Sure he is nice and all, but would he be possessive of you? Will he scratch away your freedom? “What am I thinking,” you said to yourself as you sat down on the couch and waited for him, “I read too many tumblr fics.”
Ten minutes have passed and you instantly heard a car coming up your driveway. Your nerves immediately jumped all around, feeling nervous. You stood up and looked at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair. You heard a knock on the door and you hesitated for a while – this was it.
You opened the door and was immediately greeted by his tall figure, dressed in his dress pants and black button up shirt. His hair covered his eyes slightly, but he flicked it away right in time. “Just gonna stand there?” he said, breaking you out of your staring. “Oh...um.” You looked away for a moment and collected your composure again.
“Hi.”
‘Fuck, Y/n! Why did you say that so timidly? Are you a fucking child?!’
Taehyung looked down on you and fixed his gaze directly in your eyes – you didn’t know if he was doing that on purpose or if he just does that. You saw how he slowly smirked, revealing his teeth slightly and grabbed your right hand. You jumped a little in surprise.
He rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb, pulling it closer to him until he gave it a tender kiss, all without losing eye contact.
His action made your stomach turn in some way and you gulped. “Good evening, Y/n.” You forced out a smile, “Good evening to you too.” He let go of your hand and studied your appearance. The way how you showed some skin with your cami top, shoulders exposed made him bit down a low growl that was forced to leave his lips.
“You look wonderful tonight, Y/n.” he spoke, walking closer as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Your breathing was uneven so you tried to stay calm, but even the slightest bit of his actions made your heart race. You smiled shyly and thanked him.
“Wanna go in the car with me? Take you to my place?” He asked as he rubbed your sides with his hands, assuring you. You nodded. He broke away and smiled, leading both of you inside his car.
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I learned from my pain
Happy belated Valentine’s Day! Tumblr hates us all and might make this super hard to post here SO. I’m going to post as much of it as I can, and if you like it, you can check it out on AO3 (also linked at the end). I now present to you, a very Andrew Minyard Valentine’s Day. -
He remembers the colour of the sky outside the window.
He remembers the tree branch swaying in front of the glass.
He remembers the breeze that day.
He remembers the hands, the quiet, the pleading.
AJ’s first Valentine’s Day.
Andrew’s eyes feel heavy.
Allison gave Renee roses today, a question written out in cursive with a kiss on the end. Matt was talking about his plans in the locker room. Nicky has been beside himself thinking of Erik coming to visit.
Andrew is leaning outside of his open mesh-free window trying not to think. Cigarette burning down in his hand.
Andrew never got asked. Andrew never got elaborate plans. Andrew never got giddy anticipation. At least, not his own.
And now, he doesn’t want those things. Can’t want them. Doesn’t see a point in them.
It always came at a price, is the thing. And it was never enough.
Love meant crying without making a sound so she wouldn’t know. Love meant bleeding so his twin wouldn’t have to. Love meant throwing away the chance of it. Love meant cut brakes.
That was the love he was taught anyway, when his ‘family’ told them they loved him as they crept into his room at night, asking Do you love me? Do you love me?
Andrew was taught that love was cruelty. Pain. Bloodshed. A blind eye. Vengeance. Sacrifice. Loss. Responsibility. More bloodshed. He never knew what love was meant to feel like.
And now all Andrew knows how to feel is nothing.
There’s a knock on the door frame, firm and assured.
“Hey. Time for practice.”
Neil, standing there like a memory of a different life. Auburn and dressed all in grey.
The cigarette falls slowly from Andrews’ hand, swaying back and forth by the light February wind until it touches the ground of the car park below like a distant feather.
-
The cheerleaders are here. They’re being loud and it’s unnecessary.
Andrew doesn’t know why the cheerleaders are here. Honestly, it doesn’t matter. It matters that they are and that they’re being loud.
She’s here too, of course. She’s also a cheerleader after all. Not quite so loud though.
That may be because while Andrew is not looking at her, he’s looking at Aaron, and Aaron is looking at her. He’s willing to bet she’s looking back.
Aaron looks happy. Wistful. Awed almost. Where did he learn that? How did he manage to learn how to feel like that?
Andrew doesn’t look at him.
He hits balls and waves his heavyweight stick around for hours, while Kevin yells and Neil cusses out the baby Foxes and Nicky laughs like a demented hyena and Aaron feels all over the court floor.
Andrew doesn’t look at him.
And then Katelyn comes wafting over, blonde ponytail bouncing and hands wringing and smile matching the quiet one on Aaron’s face. A smile Andrew has no clue how to replicate on his own. And then she asks him, and he grins at her and says yes, obviously, and then she kisses him on the cheek and giggles and her ponytail bounces away.
Andrew tilts his head away and doesn’t look at him.
He looks at Neil. He doesn’t really have a choice.
He’s standing right in front of Andrews line of sight, close but not close enough to touch Andrew, smirk almost as sharp as his eyes. Batting his eyelashes like an idiot, hands wringing and toe nudging against the floor.
“Be my Valentine sugar plum?”
That cocky smile, that exaggerated posture, that orange bandana, that mess of hair, that shock of bright blue, that stupid, stupid idiot.
“Fuck off.”
Neil just laughs, that huff of gentle sound, and Andrew looks at him and can’t seem to stop. And Neil can’t seem to either, looking right back, smile just strong enough to bring out the subtle dimple on his right cheek.
How did he learn that?
How did he learn to dimple like that from bruises? How did he learn to look at Andrew like that from a lifetime of running? How did he learn to laugh for Andrew after knives and cleavers and flames and irons?
Andrew just looks at him.
Neils’ hands on his Exy stick are strong and unwavering and deliberate. Careful. Reverent.
Andrew just looks at him.
---
It’s two days before Valentine’s Day.
They’re at the coffee stand. The three of them have classes in 15 minutes but no one cares. Neil stands beside him, staring as disinterestedly as Andrew.
It’s pink. It’s stupid. There’s large lettering in altering colours of red, green, and yellow. There’s three black silhouettes like bathroom door signs. A red cross. A green heart. A yellow question mark. A lot of pink. It’s a poster.
It’s a traffic light party.
“Neil please, come on, it’s literally perfect and you’re the only one who can convince him.”
Andrew thinks about the colour red.
“No.”
It’s so vicious and ugly, so glaring, a screaming no that Andrew has had painted on his hands and his lips and his skin for years now.
“Neeeeil come on!”
Andrew has been red for a long time.
“Nicky, you have a long-term partner. Why would you need to go to this?”
Neil sounds tired. Neil is right to be.
“But Neil, that’s the point. Not only do I get to declare myself as taken, I get to show off my hot German husband.”
Red is not as simple as a t-shirt or a badge. It’s sticky and it festers and it stains like dye and you don’t get to change your mind once it’s on you.
“You know you haven’t even asked him to marry you yet right?”
Green is an unrealistic colour. It’s bright where red is dark, joyous like red is angry. A garish neon sign declaring yes. Yes, I’m here and I’m alive and I’m okay and I fucking want this.
Andrew doesn’t think he could ever be green having been red.
“Fuck you, Neil. It’s understood, it’s an inevitability, and the world needs to know!”
Green can start pure and be muddled and abused until it’s ugly and brown enough to be red anyway.
“The world does know. You’ve been talking about him non-stop for days. It’s annoying.”
There’s a coffee cup in his hands. When did that get there? Latte, caramel and vanilla. Neil’s name is written on it.
“Okay, can we please get back to the point? Which is the party? And that we should go?”
The sun is out today, and there’s no breeze. The skies are clear and still. Neil is walking beside Andrew, staring at him under his lashes every now and then as Nicky pleads his case. He’s walking close enough to Andrew that Andrew could touch him if he asked.
He’s wearing yellow. It’s a logo, on his grey hoodie. The drawstrings are yellow. Bright, like the sun. Hopeful.
After a while, after Baltimore and Riko and several screaming panic attacks in department store changing rooms with Allison’s guilty voice over the phone, Neil started to touch colour. Gentle prods, careful explorations.
He has an emerald green shirt now. Long sleeves. He has several Fox-orange articles of clothing that he wears in the dorm, the house, or with Andrew around campus. He has accents of colours on his shirts or his hoodie or his hat in the winter.
He has no blue brighter than navy. He has no red either.
Today, he is quietly yellow. Sipping his black coffee with one sugar and studiously ignoring Nicky in favour of watching Andrew ignore Nicky.
When Andrew asks and Neil says yes, in an alcove five minutes late to class, his fingers wind their way into those sunshine yellow drawstrings. He swears it stains his fingertips just a little.
-
Nicky is singing. A little bit drunk, a lot off key. It’s pop music and it’s incessantly loud. He got a phone call half an hour before. He did not take it well.
Erik has to stay in Germany for another day. A despondent Nicky had explained to them, and Kevin, that this means he’ll be flying in on Valentine’s Day instead of tomorrow, and this means that he’ll miss most of their first Valentine’s Day together in forever and Kevin would you please pay attention?
“Fuck men, seriously, Ari is so right you know? She just fucking gets it like, she understands and you know what I mean right Neil? Back me up Neil.”
Neil is in no condition to be anyone’s back up. He’s wrapped up in the embrace of the beanbag chair next to Andrew’s and he’s exasperated and exhausted. Nightmares. Not Andrew’s this time. The yellow was a particularly bold a choice today. But Neil is smirking in amusement all the same.
“Thank you, more like no thank you sir- “
In the corner, Matt is trying to film discreetly. On the couch, Kevin is paying absolutely no attention, waiting for his phone to ring.
As Nicky dances to the same song over and over, and Kevin bolts out of the room to answer Thea’s call, and Matt fails at discretion, and Neil radiates sleepy warmth next to Andrew like a furnace, Nicky bleeds.
He’s haemorrhaging love, the good and the bad and the ugly need of it. With the clarity of experience and many Wednesday sessions Andrew can see it. He can see the dark edges of Nicky, the sadness underneath his exuberance, his pain. He sees Nicky’s own sharp memories poking out from beneath his grin.
When he looks back at Neil, he sees the same understanding in those perceptive blue eyes.
It’s not about some pointless day in February. It’s about months without him. It’s about not knowing love without pain before him. It’s about conditions and fear and confusion and self-loathing and conversion. It’s about finally getting to hold someone’s hand knowing that he’s safe.
“I’m just saying I’m a fucking catch and I don’t deserve this, and you know what?”
Nicky stops here, stares at Neil balefully, then at Andrew, then back to Neil, gesturing with his whole body for the peanut gallery to speak.
Neil sighs and gives in.
“What Nicky?”
“I’ll tell you what Neil! I’m so fucking ungrateful for this treatment! That’s what.”
He trips.
And then, from his pile of slumped limbs and tired bones, Neil laughs. A true sound, a warm rich low sound.
Something in Andrew stutters for a moment. And then Nicky is throwing himself at Neil.
Nicky with his explosive love. Neil gifting his affection in laughs and smiles where there used to be none. Kevin breaking his single-minded devotion at the drop of a hat when Thea calls. Matt texting all the videos to Dan no doubt. All of them, loving each other out loud.
Andrew closes his eyes.
Nicky haemorrhages for hours.
---
It’s the day before Valentine’s Day. They’re at the traffic light party.
Nicky is bright red in the face from dancing, bright red in the face from alcohol, bright red in his shirt. He’s smiling almost as wide as he was when Andrew loomed over him in the locker room and said they were going.
Neil is wearing a black and neon-orange hoodie because he lives to be contrary and confusing. Andrew is wearing black because so does he.
The music is loud enough that Andrew almost can’t hear his thoughts. Almost. But of course, Andrew could never be so lucky, nor could Neil be so merciful.
The lights of the club are passing over his face like real traffic lights, sharpening and softening his face and colouring his eyes different shades. They could almost be in the Maserati, driving a touch too fast, Neil looking out of the passenger window, lounging like he belongs, smiling softly at Andrew’s reflection under the cover of night.
But they’re not. Neil is standing there like a living, breathing fuck you, glaring down anyone who gets too close, staring blankly at those who mistake his orange for yellow and then laughing to himself when they scuttle away. He looks gloriously alive, and completely unreal.
They’ve lost Nicky.
Neil looks at Andrew, really looks at him. Face like a storm.
The music gets improbably louder. Bass heavy. Rumbling. Growling.
Neils eyes get impossibly darker, his face impossibly sharper, his presence impossibly brighter.
He raises his eyebrow at Andrew.
Are you red or yellow or green?
Andrew steps closer and hooks his fingers into Neil’s collar.
Neil takes him by the edge of his black denim jacket, turns away, and Andrew follows the glowing shape of him through the thick crowd of sweat and mistakes.
By the time they reach the wall in the corner Andrew’s vision is all traffic lights and neon and storms.
Neil leans his head back against the wall, the bass louder still. He smirks at Andrew, but his eyes betray him and it becomes a smile. Warm and mischievous and foolhardy. He tilts his chin up at Andrew.
“So does black mean you’re taken?”
Andrew doesn’t dignify this with a response, just breathes.
“Should I take that as a yes or a no?”
Aside from the sharp roll of his eyes, Andrew doesn’t respond to this either.
“Andrew. Yes or no?”
Neil isn’t joking anymore. His eyes are softer than they have any right to be in lighting this sharp and dangerous. He’s searching, he’s already accepted Andrew’s answer.
The growling, rumbling bass around them is eclipsed by Andrew’s own growling yes, Neil’s lips brushing his like a promise. Neil kisses him like he’s desperate, not for his own sake but for Andrew’s. Like he’s been waiting. Like he just wants Andrew to know that Neil is there. Like he just wants Andrew. Whatever that means at any given time.
Right now Andrew doesn’t know what it means.
Neil tastes like midnight. And that makes no sense and it’s fucking stupid.
The lights are still flashing but the bass is different when Neil leans his head back against the wall. For some reason Andrew follows, can’t seem not to, rests his forehead against Neil’s. He doesn’t say anything for a minute, and neither does Andrew.
And then.
“Andrew, can I hold your hand?”
It’s a wonder Andrew hears him over the sound of this stupid party. Andrew says yes because honestly, he’s mildly curious to know what happens next.
Neil’s hand is warm. Firm. Scarred and unafraid and gentle and soft and calloused and it holds Andrew’s so tenderly. Like a rose and not a thorn.
Andrew doesn’t understand it and doesn’t understand why he doesn’t understand it because it shouldn’t be complicated. He doesn’t understand how Neil can look at him and feel. Because he so clearly does and Andrew can’t seem to hide from it.
Are you red or yellow or green or –
“Fuck, there you guys are! Come dance with me!”
And Nicky grabs Neil’s hand and pulls and Neil, as sharp and observant and devoted to his Foxes as he is, would never say no.
---
Andrew wakes up slowly and way too late in the day, to see Neil still asleep. His face is half crushed into his pillow, eyebrows relaxed, hair skewed in every direction like hellfire. His mouth is soft in sleep, his cheeks flushed with warmth.
There’s something so different about Neil when he sleeps.
When he’s awake, Neil is all winter stillness, observant and contrary and dramatic. Ferocious and disinterested and loyal. Loose and honest when Andrew kisses him. Defiantly, viscerally alive.
When he sleeps he is just as still, but unguarded and vulnerable. Almost awake almost always. Soft and quiet, warm like a summer morning.
The February sun is streaming in through the dorm room window, and the sky is clear and crystal blue.
Nicky is beside himself with excitement outside the dorm room somewhere. Eriks’ flight lands that afternoon.
Because it’s Valentine’s Day.
It’s also a Saturday and that’s much more meaningful to Andrew. It means he’s not missing anything Kevin can annoy him for.
Eventually, Neil’s eyes open, and he sniffles at Andrew like a kitten.
It’s so rare to see Neil so taken with sleep. Andrew doesn’t often see this, Neil all strung out on the feeling of being only half awake, soft and malleable like taffy.
Andrew sighs and asks quietly:
“No nightmares?”
And Neil smiles, and that dimple is back on his right cheek. Such a rare sight indeed in February. And to have seen it twice already is almost hard to believe.
“No nightmares.”
Andrew nods.
Neil edges closer, just the tiniest bit. He’s almost nose to nose with Andrew, and Andrew is almost there. He’s on the precipice of something.
One of the worst things about being Andrew Minyard is that apathy makes feeling almost painful and hard to ignore. Andrew has no choice; he can’t lie and he can’t hide and he can’t run and for some god forsaken reason he doesn’t particularly feel the need to.
He gives, and lets himself feel the warmth of Neil. He whispers his name in the scarce air between them, and kisses him. Soft. Unyielding. Bee would be so proud if he would ever tell her.
Neil whispers right back. Kisses right back. Runs his fingertips between Andrew’s on the sheets without touching them. Andrew nods his answer and he feels Neil all around him like the winter sun. Sharp and painful and bright and vital.
Neil is awake, and so is Andrew.
---
At sunset, everything in the Maserati is cast in purple and blue and pink. Neil is lounging like he belongs, smiling at Andrew’s reflection in the glass of the passenger seat window. He looks dreamlike, like he’s feeling that feeling Andrew can’t name.
He turns to Andrew and asks. Andrew says yes and then Neil is holding his hand. He grins at Andrew and for fucks sake. How can he look at Andrew with that much feeling? Who was it that taught him how to feel it at all?
The sounds of the road echo in Andrews ears, the sounds of Nicky’s happy crying from a couple hours earlier in Erik’s arms, Neil’s laugh, his cutting remarks, his questions. Neil’s lips brush Andrew’s hands like a prayer and it’s possible somehow.
Somehow, despite all reasoning and logical experience, it’s possible that Andrew is capable of more than nothing.
When he tells Neil this, laying in the grass off the highway in the last rays of purple light, the look in his eyes and the depth of his kiss are evidence enough.
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come home to you; matt x mc
Summary: Carmen (MC) meets Matt’s dad for the first time.
Word Count: 1662
Warnings: None.
Author’s Note: you know when you think of a scene and think ‘oh that’s cute’ but then have to write a bunch to get there? this is that
Matt only looks half-apologetic as he lingers in the doorway of the bathroom, Carmen glaring at him through the mirror with an iron grip around her mascara wand.
“In my defence,” he raises both hands, “he only told me this morning that he was coming to the wrap party.”
Carmen never figured that Marco Rodriguez, critically-acclaimed actor and father to the love of her life, would be one of those types, but the simple mention of him unnerves her too much to dwell on it. Leading up to today, she’d had the pleasure of getting to lead another movie with Matt – so much so that she was almost dreading the day they wrapped. Now, she gives herself another once-over for a whole different reason, finger tapping frantically on the counter, and is teetering on the edge of just restarting it all when Matt closes the space between them. Warmth seeps through her dress as he wraps his arms around her, pressing a fleeting kiss on her shoulder.
“He’s going to love you.” The pure conviction in his voice, soft and gentle, briefly stops her train of thought in its tracks. His thumb rubs small circles on her skin as she steadies herself, the lump in her throat pointedly preventing her from any coherent sentence.
“I just –“ She works to find the words, like the tangled ball of nerves in her stomach could be explained. A few beats pass like that, his presence grounding while her fingernails dig deep into her palm.
“He means a lot to you,” she finally manages. “I don’t want to mess this up.”
“Hey, listen to me,” Matt turns her around, cups her cheek to gaze into her eyes. “You are the most incredible person I’ve ever met. Nothing is going to change how I feel about you. And besides,” the corner of his lip tugs upwards. “He’s already told me how nervous he is to meet you.”
He lets out a little laugh at the look on her face. “How many women do you think I’ve fallen in love with, Carmen?”
The fear slowly seeps away and she flicks his shoulder, earning her a small noise of protest. “You could’ve led with that, you know.”
“And miss a chance to lament how great you are? Never.”
“Come on,” she grins, tugging on his hand to lead him out the door. Her heart flutters in her chest. “We’re going to be late to our own party.”
She still misses a step when she spots Marco across the room, barely three feet over the threshold of the venue. It’s hard not to notice him – a few inches shy of Matt with cropped dark hair – the way he moves, larger than life with confidence to spare, commands a certain presence about him. People cheer as they walk in, hand-in-arm, tipping drinks towards them. Carmen smiles out of habit, but then Marco laughs at something Teja said, his face scrunching up just so and Carmen is struck so acutely with déjà vu that she immediately glances back at Matt beside her.
He’s grinning madly, hand already raised high in the air. “Hey, dad!”
“There’s the man of the hour!” Marco’s face lights up when he sees him. He weaves his way through the crowd, opening his arms wide to pull his son into a hug. “It’s good to see you!”
Matt rolls his eyes, as if it’d offset how happy he looks. “You saw me a few days ago, at dinner.”
“That doesn’t change anything,” he waves a hand dismissively, which freezes mid-air when he finally sees Carmen. She smiles, gives a little wave, hopes desperately that he won’t find a timid wave from his son’s girlfriend weird. His hand drops so suddenly that she’s convinced she’s done something wrong before he makes towards her like he was going to hug her as well, but pulls back at the last second. There’s a moment when none of them knows what’s going on when Marco finally decides to envelop her hand with both of his own, beaming. “It is an absolute honour to meet you, Carmen.”
“You too,” she lets out some of the tension in her shoulders. “Matt’s told me a lot about you.”
“Oh, is that so?” He narrows his eyes overdramatically, but Carmen can see him shifting his weight between his feet. “All good things, I hope?”
“That, or he’s a better actor than I thought.” She nudges Matt playfully in the side.
“What can I say? The method works.”
“’The method,’” Marco curls his fingers into air quotes, the corners of his lips quirking upwards. “You used to always use that excuse when you were younger whenever I caught you doing something you weren’t supposed to be doing.”
“Breaking windows isn’t a part of method acting?”
“Wish I knew that excuse back when I was in middle school,” Carmen says.
They laugh, and Matt gives Carmen’s hand a reassuring squeeze. As if on cue, there’s a loud CRASH somewhere to the far end of the room, followed shortly by whoops of excitement from someone that sounds suspiciously like Crash. Heads turn like clockwork, and Carmen tiptoes in her heels to try and get a better view.
“I should go check that out.” Matt kisses her temple, only to pull back and see two pleading looks for him to stay. He pretends not to notice either of them. “Be back in a sec.”
Why would you do this, is what Carmen glares into the back of Matt’s head as he walks away. She turns back to Marco, who clears his throat. “So, you and Mateo are…?”
It takes everything in her to keep her expression, well, normal, as her heart starts pounding in her chest.
“Together, yeah.” She smiles easily at the notion, though she was sort of hoping for an ease into this conversation rather than diving head-first. “I’m a lucky girl.”
“With your talent? No, my son is the lucky one,” he grins broadly, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I, naturally, watched Tender Nothings because of family obligations, and you impressed me through and through.”
“You flatter me.” Carmen’s face grows hot. She’ll never get used to the praise no matter who’s speaking it. Marco gapes once, twice, then turns towards his son.
“Mateo!” His father barks, Matt jerking in response. With his wide eyes and a rod-straight back, Carmen is momentarily enraptured by the image of Matt in the same position – just a decade or so younger – and stifles a giggle. “Clearly, you haven’t been complimenting Carmen enough; she thinks I’m flattering her!”
“That can be arranged.” He strides back over to them, looping an arm around her waist at the same time that he presses his lips to her cheek. It makes her feel warm all over and she smiles, just for him. Matt has a grin on his face, but not the heroic, cocky ones from his action movies. Instead, his eyes are twinkling under the warm lighting, gaze softening just by looking at her.
“You should have seen him while you guys were filming – all Carmen-this, Carmen-that,” Marco goes on. Matt pulls back to start frantically gesturing for him to stop. “I said ‘son, are you filming a movie or simply spending the whole day with her?’”
Matt awkwardly laughs, making a cutting motion with his hand. “That’s what happened, all right. That’s it.”
“One day, he called me up and said ‘I think I’m going to marry her, dad.’”
“In all fairness!” Matt says, a little too loudly, a little too fast. If Carmen’s face is even half as red as his is, then they’re both screwed. “That was after the thirty-six-hour shoot in Vancouver, when it rained, like, seven different times.”
His dad shrugs, unfazed. “Never let anyone else define your relationship, but,” he takes a step towards his son. “Don’t let a good thing slip between your fingers.”
Matt makes a small noise at the back of his throat. Marco laughs, clapping his shoulder.
“But onto new things! If you’ll excuse me, I have to go say hello to Thomas,” he pulls a petrified Matt into a hug, then does the same for Carmen. “I’ll catch up with you before the night is done. Until then,” Marco inclines his head, then makes his way to where Hunt is idly chatting with Teja.
A beat passes.
“Sorry about him, I didn’t realize he’d, uh,” Matt scratches the back of his neck. Realization dawns on Carmen and she lets her forehead slump on his shoulder, an arm immediately moving to wrap around her.
“Was he actually nervous or was he screwing with us?”
He groans. “You grow up watching a man act, you’d think you’d be able to tell by now.”
“If it’s of any consolation,” she fiddles with his collar, her voice lowering so much that he almost doesn’t hear her next sentence. “I wouldn’t object to marrying you.”
Carmen’s face is painfully hot now and she fixes her eyes on his chest, unable to stop the smile from creeping onto her face.
“Oh. Oh.” She can hear him beam before he grabs her hand, giddy. “Well, then. I guess I’ll keep that in mind.”
Matt leans down to kiss her and she lets out a little laugh at how enthusiastic it is. When he pulls back, his whole face is lit up; Carmen can’t help but kiss him again.
“While I would love to do this all night,” she punctuates her words with another press of her lips, “I think we have a movie to wrap up.”
“Oh, right. Yeah. The party. Absolutely.” He offers her his arm and her hand slips easily into the crook of his elbow. “After you.”
Their friends find them easily soon afterwards, congratulations spilling out of their lips. They run through toasts, the playful jabs. Carmen finds Marco’s gaze in the crowd and grins.
She can’t wait to speak to him again.
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Zack Snyder's Justice League, 2021 - ★★★
Daddy Issues: The Movie.
I'm conflicted about the existence of this film; as an exercise in studio interference it's fascinating, as a parable of what can happen when fans rise up, it's a cautionary tale, and as the shape of things to come, it's questionable. I don't think fans should get to decide anything; hiring the correct filmmakers and giving them creative freedom would be the ideal option because you give the people what they need and never what they want. What they want, as evidenced by everything, almost always sucks and they're left unhappy anyway. And this film might be the exception that proves the rule.
And although Zack Snyder's Justice League was a film worth creating from the butchered remains of the original incarnation, it shouldn't have come at the behest of how much vitriol was cast out there in the process, and it shouldn't be a signal that a rabid and butthurt community of internet trolls that believe they deserve whatever they want, exactly as they want it, should ever influence the film industry ever again.
This should instead be a reminder to Studios that they know about as much as Marketing departments or gamblers or stock market traders: they're just pissing in the wind and when it lands in the toilet they claim it's by some kind of design of their own making and brilliance. Hire somebody good and get the fuck out of their way. At least if it's shit (like this film basically is) it is the fault of one person's vision and I'd rather have a noble and coherent failure than a luke-warm, mediocre carcass of a Frankenstein's monster made up of opinionated Suits, en-vogue and focus group-driven decisions acting only as a commercial for toys like 2017's Justice League was.
So the film itself? It's incredibly enjoyable, I had an absolute blast with my family round watching it like an old-school movie night. Is it a better movie? Yes, 100% in practically every way. Is it a good movie? Nope! But it's one person's coherent vision, I just hate that vision and I don't think he pulls it off.
Snyder constantly undercuts his own good ideas by his own execution, stumbling into his own sandcastles; some sequences have some really fantastic starts and then they're shot and edited in a way that makes me crawl inside out with cringe; singing a Nordic-style Aquaman song: great, having someone really close up sniff his jumper and sing right at us: horrific. And there's legion of these terrible choices by Snyder, usually things that don't make logical sense but mean he can do something because it's simply cool. (Martha Manhunter anyone?) But we already know by now that cool on its own isn't enough. Snyder doesn't. Having Batman say "fuck" isn't cool, it's dumb. Having Superman say a cocky (rubbish) one-liner when he saves someone from Steppenwolf is out of character, it's dumb. More than once I was able to predict what a character was going to say before they even said it. Come on, this isn't Trey Parker and Matt Stone's Team Justice League.
On the undeniable positives are the colour grading, score, the reels of added and altered material and more. Most of the added scenes are way, way better, more coherent and the film looks great actually. It does look Olympian and classic as I imagine he wanted it to, like the cave murals Diana sees. The extra character and coherence allow the jokes and interactions to breathe; Wayne is a little funnier, Diana, sadder, Cyborg, actually here for a change with something to do, and seemingly powerful, and Flash (thank god) not annoying. Even Irons' Alfred gets basically the best material and comes out of it my favourite character. Truly the Alfred of the group.
What doesn't work with this is that there's so much slow-mo that it becomes laugh-out-loud funny and goofy rather than impressive and dynamic, and in a 4-hour long film, you'd better be damn sure that amount of slow-mo is necessary, even in the slow-mo shots you can palpably feel they drag on for a few seconds too long each time.
And my god let's talk about the soundtrack. So Snyder has now consistently proven himself to be awkwardly tone-deaf to good music in all of his films. He can't pick an appropriate track, he can't pick an ironic track. Every time he does one of his patented slow-mo, nothing sequences over a full track of music (it feels like) it's so awkward I almost got up and left my own fucking house. There's like five of these.
But the action here (apart from being blasted in the eyeballs by insane amounts of bright lights) was all really genuinely good here, he's got it down, the dynamism didn't feel stodgy and CGI-ified, wasn't just a big invulnerable guy bashing someone aside for ten minutes, they fought as a team, it looked and felt fun, and at times, really tense and involving. It's a huge step up from whatever they did for the theatrical. The Amazonian stuff was motivated, gripping and grand. Anything with Steppenwolf felt imposing and had heft and tactics to it. Bravo.
Speaking of Steppenwolf, his Middle Managers and Head Office in the form of marble liquid Henchman, Darkseid and CGI Anette Benning(??!!) felt like strange meaningless additions, as did the anti-life equation shit (this is what Marvel doesn't do, they're expert-level at exposition for newcomers and easter eggs for fans combined). Darkseid looked like a troll, neither imposing nor unique or cool, and I'm not talking an ordinary troll, I mean one of those shit ones that gets turned to stone in the sun, not even a proper fighting troll. He looked like the first mini-boss encounter in a Lord of the Rings videogame. But...
But Steppenwolf looked awesome and I actually liked him here and his Simp for Daddy schtick. I laughed at him a lot, but like Synder I had a lot of endearment for him and his cute, sad, hopeful eyes. Daddy please love me! I promise I'll do better! I can't explain why he worked this time but he did. Maybe it's because the story felt interesting (dumb but at least it all made sense internally) and it felt grand in scale and scope and had stakes and whole added motivations for everybody.
Speaking of what else worked, yes I enjoyed the 4:3 aspect ratio, I thought it would just be Zack Snyder wanking himself off again (see: Justice League: Dark or whatever they'll call his upcoming Black and White version) but I kind of loved it, it was almost euphoric and actually did replicate some of what going to the IMAX felt like. I liked feeling like these colossi of comic books were towering above like statues.
What didn't work was that the chapter headings had nothing to do with the chapters at all or anything that happened in them which felt strange. Also, characters over-egg their lines as if we're dumb and keep stating the obvious in such a first draft way that I felt myself getting stupider.
One of my main gripes is if you keep trying to one-up yourself, these character do not feel understandably epic and powerful. They're all kind of idiotic and silly and po-faced and posture so much and say snappy one-liners and prance around like Chads. Snyder thinking he’s some kind of subversive genius and all that is sweet, but most of time I'm laughing at his cloying fan-service. He's the kid that keeps telling you how great he is and you don't mind because you can see he's got no friends and he's been bullied. Snyder isn't as aggressively dumb and bullish like Michael Bay is, for example, and Snyder's movies are largely coherent. But he's trying too hard and I just don't like his vision. As little elseworld graphic novels this kind of shit between Batman and Joker works, or in films like Joker you can do some out-there things, rather than in this, a mainline, flagship series.
Zack Synder is a little like a first-time Dungeons and Dragons DM trying to impress his table with all his edgelord grittiness and "vision"; He is a child that has two figurines and is smashing them together and yelling "Look! Look what I'm doing! Superman is beating everyone up! LOOK!" Zack Snyder's Justice League is simply, more than anything, endearing. That's the best way I can describe it.
Endearing.
And this film being endearing means I can't hate it, even though I think it's rubbish; because if a child builds a fortress of Lego, it's not exactly the Taj Mahal, but it is impressive. But when he knocks it all down I'm right there yelling for him to pick up all the destroyed pieces now because it can't always be playtime. A film can't just be spectacle and chaos and whatever-the-fuck-you-want. It has to be about something.
Justice League is about nothing. The Dark Knight was about Chaos in a system used to Order even if there was chaos inherent in the order. And it asked you to look at that chaos vs unbridled chaos. With both Dent and Joker as two sides of the same coin; chaos and order, and it put that paradox or that choice to the people of Gotham. It was about surveillance states, money, and sacrifice. And so much more. The Dark Knight subsequently became timely and timeless.
Justice League is about nothing and it will fade into nothing because of it. The euphoria will pass. It's OK it exists. It OK that we move past it now.
source https://letterboxd.com/offworldcolony/film/zack-snyders-justice-league/
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a world on hold | adam cole
A/N: I haven’t got a clue if Adam’s ever been camping or not, but this was too good to pass up, if not for anything else than for my own love of Adam fluff.
As a young girl, I’d gone on numerous camping trips with my family, enamored by the beauty of wilderness which I admired with childish innocence and bemusement. Those years were long ago, however. I’d been far too long since I’d even thought about sleeping in a tent, surrounded by nothing but endless trees, but I could remember very vividly just how cleansing it felt. It was almost like putting real life on pause, stepping away for just a few days to refresh and prepare for the upcoming chaos. So, that’s why I immediately suggested a camping trip when the rare off weekend for both Adam and I came up, though that isn’t to say he was instantly as keen on the idea as I was.
“Camping?” he repeated incredulously once I’d mentioned it, more than likely hoping he’d heard me wrong.
“Camping,” I confirmed.
Leaning against the kitchen counter, Adam ran his hand along his chin, lost in thought about something or the other. “You mean, like out in the woods, sleeping in a tent camping?”
“Well, yeah. That is what camping is. You’ve never been?”
“Nope.”
I guess I half-expected Adam to have some camping experience under his belt; he seemed like the kind of guy who would have went at least once in his life. Admittedly, his lack of experience did throw me off a bit, since I’d just assumed we’d both know a little about being away from human habitation, but not to the point that the entire idea was worth scrapping.
“Lucky for you,” I began, smiling as I pointed a finger at him, “I happen to have lots of knowledge on the art of tent-sleeping. C’mon, it’ll be fun, babe.”
A slight chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head at my antics. “Really?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, “When’s the last time you went?”
“Um…12-13 years ago?” I admitted sheepishly, laughing as he buried his head in his hands.
“We’re doomed.”
Even Adam’s bouts of apprehension weren’t enough to prevent us from venturing out of our comfort zone and into the woods, because here we were, unloading our disorganized supplies in the middle of an otherwise unoccupied maze of trees. We’d left the comfort of our four-walled, air-conditioned house only two hours prior, when the sun was just coming up to paint the sky a breathtaking array of blue, orange, and pink. It was a bit difficult to part ways with our comfortable bed, even if it was just for the weekend, knowing we’d instead be opting for the less-comfortable air mattress stuffed inside a small tent. I’d suggested sleeping bags, more as a joke than anything, but Adam had shot that idea down quickly; we were already true enough campers, according to him.
“Well,” Adam breathed out, admiring the set-up we’d come up with, “I think we did a pretty damn good job.”
He pulled me to his side, pressing his lips to the side of my head. When I pushed him away softly, gesturing around us in hopes of him detecting the problem himself, he just looked utterly confused. Poor guy thought we were done.
“The tent, Adam,” I deadpanned.
The look on his face was enough to tell me that it’d slipped his mind out of both pure forgetfulness and his own wishes. There was plenty of reason to doubt that Adam would know how to put up a tent, considering there was never any reason for him to, but I surely couldn’t do it on my own. With enough effort, and time, we’d be able to get it up, but neither of us were particularly patient and something told me it would take a lot longer than necessary. Perhaps we weren’t the best people to be out here on our own, far from any possible helping hands.
“Right. The tent, got it,” he dashed to the car, pulling out the box and getting to work without a moment’s thought. I knew very well that he’d underestimated the difficulty of putting up a tent, but I couldn’t help watching him struggle for just a bit. Each time he thought he had it, raising his hands in success, something would go wrong. Soon enough, he’d given up and made his way towards one of the chairs we set up, huffing all the way.
“Need some help?” I offered, laughing as he looked at me wordlessly. It was clear the tent had won this battle. “C’mon, we gotta have somewhere to sleep tonight.”
Though he shook his head, remaining in his seat for a second, he followed me back to the spot the tent was lying at defiantly. “I’m just sayin’, maybe it’s broken.”
I stifled a laugh, figuring I’d poked fun at his struggle enough for one day. But, that didn’t stop the words that left my mouth at his silly insinuation. “Adam, it’s brand new, there’s no way it’s broken. Did you even read the instructions?” I asked, picking up the forgotten booklet that lay on the ground a few feet away.
“Do you think Adam Cole needs instructions?”
As soon as I flipped through the pages a bit, getting a general idea of how it worked, I hastily put poles in the ground, poles in other poles, until eventually, it came together just fine.
“There. All you had to do was read,” I joked, poking fun at his cockiness with my tongue stuck out.
“I’d be lost without you, baby,” he grinned, his flirtation a cheap attempt to distract from his mistake.
“Probably.”
It’d gotten hot quite quickly, the sun beating down on us with a fiery vengeance but failing in its efforts to derail our trip. Nothing could stop us from enjoying the view from atop the hill we’d hiked up or the feel of the cool lake water. Luckily, we were both adamant about making the most out of our time here, especially since it was Adam’s first camping experience. I had that overwhelming desire to make sure it was unforgettable, taking him on all sorts of adventures. The smile that seemed to never leave his face was reason enough to believe I was doing a pretty good job.
“C’mere,” Adam motioned while we were both splashing each other in the water. There was no way to be sure it wasn’t just him trying to send water my way yet again, so I decided all I could do was hope he’d given up for just a minute. I swam to him, his arms coming around to bring me closer. “I’m glad you took my camping virginity,” he laughed, causing me to scoff and splash him yet again.
“I can’t believe you,” I rolled my eyes, joining in with his laughter nonetheless.
He wiped his face with his hand, getting rid of the water I’d gotten in his eyes. “Really though. I’m having a great time.”
Rather than responding with another teasing remark, I leaned forward in his arms to connect our needy lips in yet another one of our intoxicating kisses. All these years together and they still managed to be even better than the last. When I pulled back and grabbed hold of his hand, aiming to bring him with me to the shore, he groaned but followed me regardless.
“I was enjoying myself,” he complained.
“Yeah, well, you can enjoy yourself even more when we make some food.”
That idea seemed to perk him up as he rushed in front of me and made quick work of getting to our site. A gracious breeze came over the forest, shaking the trees gently and providing us with a much needed break from the relentless heat. While I grabbed a towel from the car, wrapping it around the ends of my hair to dry it a bit, Adam wasted no time in starting a fire for our meal.
Though I wouldn’t tell him, I was a little shocked when he took it upon himself to cook it all. Maybe I was a fool for leaving it to the inexperienced neophyte, but I can’t lie when I say the food was damn good.
Finally, the sun had set, taking with it the awful heat and replacing it with a much cooler atmosphere complete with the soft sound of trees shaking and occasional pops of the burning fire. I was perched in one chair, my knees pulled up onto it as I listened to Adam bring up how Kenny, Nick, and Matt didn’t think we’d last a day out here. In this midst of it, I remembered the one thing I’d made sure to bring when I was packing up our essentials.
“Give me one minute!” I exclaimed, hopping out of my seat while he watched in confusion. My eyes found the bag of absolutely necessary items easily, and when I made my way back to the fire with the mystery clutched in my hand, all Adam could do was wonder what, exactly, was so important.
“I’m a child, I know,” I smiled, pulling out the box of graham crackers, bag of marshmallows, and chocolate bars and placing them beside me, “But I couldn’t let you camp for the first time without making s’mores. Go find a stick.”
“I’ve had s’mores before, babe.”
“Shh, no, nope, you haven’t,” I hushed, my excitement a little dampened by his previous experience, “Sticks, please.” But, not enough to destroy my childish desire to indulge myself in the gooey goodness of a perfectly-made s’more. Instead of arguing, Adam rolled his eyes playfully before heading to find sticks like I’d asked. I guess he didn’t have to look very far, because he was back in just thirty seconds, handing them to me while he popped a marshmallow into his mouth, winking while he put another one onto his stick.
Everything seemed fine as he stood before the crackling fire, waiting for his marshmallow to reach maximum tastiness, myself doing the same beside him. But just as he withdrew his hand a bit, the marshmallow fell right off of the stick and into the awaiting fire, instantly succumbing to the flames while Adam watched on silently.
“You gonna tell me there’s instructions for making s’mores, too?” he asked, already reaching into the bag for another.
“Nope. That’s just you being an idiot,” I laughed, to which he stuck up a deserved middle finger. Thankfully, his next attempt went much better, both of us able to enjoy our dessert over laughter and serenity.
After the disaster that was setting up our air mattress, which shouldn’t have been a disaster at all, and extinguishing the fire that had stolen Adam’s earlier s’more, we decided to get some sleep earlier than usual to prepare for whatever adventures the next day may bring. It wasn’t our brightest idea to only bring one blanket, but we hadn’t even thought of that until right this moment. I’d absentmindedly yanked some of it towards me after feeling a breeze on my leg, signaling I wasn’t fully covered. Little did I know, that’d taken all of the blanket from Adam. What ensued was all out war- a game of tug-of-war for the blanket that ended with me claiming most of it.
“You’re a blanket hog!” Adam declared.
“Fine, take it,” I accepted, trying to divide it equally between the two of us. “Now sleep. Goodnight, I love you.”
“Night, I love you too.” I could tell he was grinning over getting his way without even looking at him.
And not even a minute of silence passed before he was speaking up again, shifting slightly and causing the tent to rustle as he did so.
“Hey, Y/N? Could there be bears out here?”
“Shut up, Adam.”
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