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Dazai Osamu x reader
💌 Reading into the palms of isekai bullshit:
Chapter 1 💌
Summary: You were no stranger to isekai bullshit. It’s not like you had a problem with it. The genre took over the anime scene for years now but you try to stay away from thinking about how you would handle the situation. The last time you thought about inserting yourself into your favorite show you wrote a 100k word xReader fic for your favorite characters and you didn’t want to spend all your time consumed by the brainrot again. Never again, you promised yourself that was the last time you’d let the devil on your shoulder win. You clicked on chapter 1 to start the adventure over again but when you opened your eyes and saw Dazai O-FUCKING-samu getting choked by Kunikida you honestly hoped it was a dream.
Notes: Another isekai so I can play around with BSD like dolls.
💌 Word count: 3,312 💌 You Are Here | Next Chapter =>
"Nooooooo!” you screamed, throwing your phone down. Today was the day the new Bungo Stray Dogs chapter was supposed to be posted. It was but you weren’t happy about it. You finished reading it in record speed since they left both of your favorite characters in a pretty heavy cliffhanger only to shift the perspective to someone else. It wasn’t a bad chapter, you just didn’t like the idea that you’d now have to wait another month. You sighed falling back on to your bed. The waiting was nothing new but your brain wanted more. More adventures, more side stories, heck at this point you might as well reread the damn thing. You’ve been scrolling through tumblr reading as many plot analysis and character breakdowns to the point where you feel like you know everyone like the back of your hand. Everyone feels so real to you like you’ve known them all your life, almost like in another life you were all friends or maybe you were a part of the agency. You laughed to yourself as you picked your phone back up. The rain outside would be nice ambient noise to start the manga over once again.
You were no stranger to isekai bullshit. It’s not like you had a problem with it. The genre took over the anime scene for years now but you try to stay away from thinking about how you would handle the situation. The last time you thought about inserting yourself into your favorite show you wrote a 100k word xReader fic for your favorite characters and you didn’t want to spend all your time consumed by the brainrot again. Never again, you promised yourself that was the last time you’d let the devil on your shoulder win. The soft pitter patter of the rain brought you back from your thoughts as you clicked on chapter 1 to start the adventure over again.
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“Dazai I swear if this was one of your planed double suicides I’m going to kill you!” a voice rang out. You could still feel the cold sensations of floating in water. What were you doing a moment ago and why did those voices sound familiar to you? The last thing you remember was starting over your beloved manga from chapter 1. You didn’t leave the house and none of your friends had keys to get in. Why were there people in your bedroom and why do you feel cold and wet?
“I assure you if it was, me and this lovely lady would already be dead but unfortunately Atsushi here ruined that miracle for me.”
You choked, it finally hit you. You did, in fact, recognize those voices “D-Dazai?” When your vision came too you were in Atsushi’s lap as Kunikida was shaking his partner. This couldn’t be real. No this had to be a dream. Dammit you could see it now, once you woke up you were going to write another Stray Dogs isekai. You internally groaned. What have you done?
“Ah so sleeping beauty’s awake!” Dazai tapped the blonde’s wrist to get his attention. “Kunikida as a gentleman you should ask her if she’s alright and stop strangling me.”
Reluctantly the blonde did as he was told and let go, gracefully kneeling in front of you “Are you alright my colleague said you were floating in the river?” his eyes were full of concern. It made a warm feeling bloom throughout your body. Honestly you could get used to this. Wait, did he just say you were floating in the river?
You looked dazed, glancing around to see the familiar riverbank that Atsushi starts at during the very beginning of Bungo Stray Dogs. You looked at your hands. You were still wearing the same clothes you had before you remember falling asleep, admittedly they were much soggier than you remember but you had no memory of how you ended up in the river. Just from the small scene in front of you this was how episode 1 started. If you played along maybe you’d eventually wake up. You’ve had lucid dreams before, it wasn’t too far fetched but the ache in your heart didn’t want you to wake up. Finally you looked up at Kunikida who was patiently waiting for your answer but before you could respond your stomach growled. How embarrassing, now it really was like how the episode played out.
Dazai keeled over laughing “I guess introductions can wait till we get something to eat, how about that?” He offered you a hand over his partner's shoulder to help you up. You snapped out of your haze staring at it a moment before you grabbed his hand and said “I think that’s for the best.”
What have you gotten yourself into?
At dinner Atsushi spent no time at all stuffing his face as Kunikida and Dazai bantered back and forth. Dialogue you remembered from when you watched the show originally. You forgot how furious Kunikida was over the whole ordeal and you felt bad knowing what Atsushi was going to say next. He really needed a hug and you know what you can finally do that with your circumstances but maybe not right now.
“I came to Yokohama straight from the orphanage. I’ve had nothing to eat and nowhere to sleep since. I thought I’d starve to death.”
“You came from an orphanage?” Dazai questioned. He was sitting across from you casually and despite being hungry you noticed that he didn’t order anything to eat. You had ordered one out of solidarity. You’ve always wanted to try tea on rice but never bothered trying to find a place that makes it in your area. Atsushi was already on his twelfth bowl or so as he continued the conversation.
“I was yes but they kicked me out.”
“Sounds like a real philanthropic organization.” Dazai turned his attention from Atsushi to you “How about you? Remember anything now?” He rested his head on the back of his hands. You wanted to hold them.
You nodded looking down at your hands. That’s when you got an idea. “I think my name is (Y/N), (Y/N) (L/N). Still trying to work out how I got in the river but,” you paused raising your hands to your face slightly. Your mom had read tons of books about palm reading. Maybe this could be your chance to use what little knowledge you remember to your advantage. “I don’t know this might sound silly but do you mind if I see your hands?”
Dazai tilted his head to the side before he offered you his palms “What brought this on?” You pretended to inspect the lines ghosting over them with your fingers tracing some of them lightly. “When I looked at my hands I had this voice in my head that told me that I could read palms. Mine were kind of fuzzy so I wanted to see if I could read someone else’s” You pretend to see flashbacks, blinking and tensing up for added effect. He played along, chuckling to himself “Well what do you see?”
You forced a careful expression on your face slowly sparing him a glance “A lot you’d rather I not say out loud.” You move to hold his hands in yours giving him a loving squeeze and smile “Odasaku would be proud of you though.” The look he gave you was sharp, his lips in a tight line hearing the name. Before either of you could really finish the exchange Kunikida piped up.
“Dazai we’re not a couple of do good-ers going around helping hard luck cases. We’ve got a job to do.” Kunikida nudged the other with his book. He clearly didn't believe in your charade. You could fix that “Actually I have a feeling I might be able to help with your case if you let me see your hands too.” He gave you a wary look as you made grabby hands at him “Please I swear I’ll explain once I see everyone’s hands.” Dazai gave him a cautious expression but Kunikida gave in. Probably to get it over with so he could go back to work. This time you didn’t try to trace patterns on his palm like you did to Dazai. “Wow, I’ve never seen someone so traumatized by the color blue before.” as he made a choked noise, you turned to Atsushi. “Okay your turn.”
“Do I have too?”
“Yes, otherwise I’ll be missing a piece of the puzzle and Kunikida and Dazai might think I'm a threat." Atsushi slowly presented them to you. "You see, they're with the Armed Detective Agency and currently they're looking for a white tiger. You know the one that's been "chasing" you." You said "chasing" in air quotes letting go of his hands to do the gesture making sure to give a nod to Dazai about the tiger thing.
In Atsushi’s panic he knocked over his chair and a couple of bowls as he tried to crawl away. You watched the scene play out as Kunikida pinned him to the floor and the interrogation started. You sat patiently as Atsushi was then asked if he was free to be bait. Dazai hadn't taken his eyes off of you letting Kunikida handle Atsushi. Maybe you did go too heavy handed into this.
“Forget it no way!”
You tried to ignore Dazai's gaze and laughed at Atsushi’s outburst trying to lighten the mood. “I don’t know Atsushi. If it’s after you I feel like this is the perfect opportunity to get it off your back for good. What if I tagged along? Strength in numbers right?” He stood up and defended himself “That doesn’t make it better! I’m not doing this okay. I know what you’re thinking, you’re planning to use me as bait-”
“There’s a reward you know.”
From there Atsushi’s fate was sealed and you all made your way over to the warehouse. You waited around for hours, everyone keeping to themselves. You spent the time trying to plan out how you'd explain yourself to Dazai. You could still feel his cautious gaze on you despite him reading his book. You’ve always wanted his attention but not like this. You especially didn't want to be on his shit list. As soon as Atsushi opened his mouth you sighed in relief.
Finally, it's showtime.
It’s not like you’d actually be of any help, you just needed to make sure you didn’t die or get in the way. “Guess that’s my cue to leave, I’ll go find Kunikida and the others.” Dazai only smirked and continued to monologue to Atsushi who would not remember the speech later. You casually strode out of the warehouse seeing the others already surrounding the building, hearing the ruckus inside. You didn’t speak, only waved them in as you made your way back to Dazai seeing that the dust had already settled and Atsushi was already on the ground. After everyone else got to take a jab at him the brunette finally spoke.
“I’ve already made my decision. We’re going to make them one of us.” Dazai’s stare made you freeze up. It makes sense to you, keep your friends close but your enemies closer. Not that you were his enemy but you've already proven you don't have an ability. Your little trick worked on him so you weren't gifted and that probably was the worse part. He doesn't know what your intentions are nor what the extent of your talents were and he couldn’t nullify you even if he tried. He was probably evaluating your level of threat to him, the agency or both.
His eyes were staring into your soul. It was so alluring but you couldn't help the fear that was settling in knowing what he was capable of. Well part of it was fear and part of it was intrigue. Why did he have to also be so damn attractive. Your face felt hot but you couldn't look away. You dug your grave now you'd have to lay in it. The whole way back to the dormitory he was guiding you from the small of your back. In any other circumstance the presence of his hand on such a place would have you swooning because that is peak protective boyfriend behavior but instead it was almost threatening like he was trying to make sure you couldn’t run away. However another part of your brain, the demented part, was screaming louder than any of the other voices in your head because it finally hit you that holy shit they were here. This all felt so real and you were playing with fire.
You made sure to keep up with what was happening, keeping your emotions in check enough to make sure your face or your body language didn’t give anything away. You and Atsushi were given some spare clothes and a cell phone. They only had one room available right now since the other one was being used as storage. They would have it cleared in a day or two. Atsushi tried to give the available one to you but Dazai stepped in and assured him that he'd personally see to it that you were taken care of. Kunikida was actually surprised that Dazai was willing to put in some level of work settling the accommodations. Little does he know what the brunette had in mind. It sent shivers down your spine for all the wrong reasons. When everything was settled Dazai opened the door to his apartment gesturing for you to go inside.
Once you stepped in you took off the shoes the agency just gave you. You had almost forgotten that when you woke up at the river, just like Atsushi, you didn't have any shoes on. No one questioned your strange attire either but you guess after everything they’ve seen it wasn’t the weirdest thing they’ve experienced in their lifetimes. Standing at the doorway to the small room you were waiting for Dazai to direct you where to set your new things down. His futon was still spread out on the floor and the table near its side still had the slight mess of empty bottles and cans. Once you heard the sound of the door’s lock you swallowed hard unintentionally snapping you back to the gravity of the situation. You were alone in a room with ex demon prodigy, Osamu Dazai.
"You can put that over in the corner." His voice rang in your ear. He was looming over you. He didn't even make a sound crossing the room; he just appeared behind you in a second. You did as you were told, trying to calm down your increasing heart rate. You knelt down to set it on the floor but as you stood back up you staggered back against the wall with Dazai towering over you again.
"You want to tell me who you really are?" He smiled carefree as if he wasn't using his height to corner you. You took a breath relaxing against the wall. His hands were behind his back yet you felt trapped. "I don't work for anyone if that's what you're getting at. I didn't lie about who I was earlier but I didn't need you to show me your hands. Technically I already saw it when you offered to help me up, that is, your past with the port mafia. I genuinely didn't know that was something I could do. That's why I asked to see your palms a second time, it didn’t sit right with me. That's why I asked for you to willingly give me your hands. I'm sorry I brought up oda but it was either him or the hot redhead you call hat rack." You gave him a knowing look that you made the right choice of who to name drop.
He grimaced when you called Chuuya hot. It seemed mentioning him caused him to lose all hostility in his demeanor. Interesting. He must believe you then. "So what do you know?" Dazai seemed to relax enough to sit on the futon. You followed after him since the tension dispersed. "Well since this bit," you moved to grab his hand to point out the part of his palm "is covered in bandages. I only know generally how you met Mori to the present day. I don’t know everything, just little blips here and there that were significant. I didn't look at Kunikida for that long but the Azure king popped up and I knew Atsushi was the tiger all along. Although it wasn't my place to get involved the way I did. Again I apologize." You caressed his hand with your thumb. He was watching you like a hawk. You were looking down thinking if there was anything else you should mention. Hopefully this was enough.
He hummed taking it in for a second before he pulled your arm while pushing your shoulder back, pinning you underneath him. "Are you scared of me? Knowing what I've done." He smirked playfully but his eyes were serious. If he wanted to play games you knew how to combat him. Or at least you think this would be an adequate counter to whatever he was doing now. You smiled "Quite the opposite. I trust you with every fiber of my being." Your words caused his eyes to dilate and his body to tense before he situated himself to further hover over your shorter frame. "Really now, even like this?" His expression dripped with lust as he dipped to whisper in your ear "I could have my way with you if I wanted." An empty threat clearly.
"You definitely could but you won't." You said it so matter of factly he shifted to look at you again. You used your freehand to caress his cheek giving him a soft smile "You have my unconditional trust. The position we're in changes nothing, ya womanizer." The source material never went into detail about Dazai’s past relationships. Only that he’s made women cry and that Chuuya knew of every single last one of them but he’s done his fair share of over the top flirting throughout the series. You just had to steel your nerves and out bluff the conman.
"Does it now?" He hummed giving you a mischievous grin as his hand delicately released its grip on yours sliding down to your wrist. His fingers pressing into your skin trying to find your pulse. Your eyes widened as you realized what he was doing. Your demeanor broke as you squirm underneath him. It was too late, you could see the pleased expression grace his features "Someone should be a little more honest with themselves." He leaned in making your noses touch. You could feel his hot breath on your lips before he pulled away. "Buuuuut you're right, I won't." He abruptly broke the trance you were in sitting up releasing his hold on you making you feel breathless. Your heart was still racing. Curse this attractive waste of bandages.
"You can take the room! I'll be off to-" He started off cheerily but you reached out to grab his arm. "Nope. As gentlemanly as you are, you can't fool me. Don't flatter yourself. Yes, I find you attractive but I'm not that desperate. Just stay, we’re both adults." You pretended to gasp covering your mouth "Or are you running away because you're all hot and bothered?" You gave him a smirk waiting to see how he’d react. Two could play at this game. He frowned slightly at your challenge. You knew his signature move was running away from every uncomfortable moment he’s caused but if he backed down from your challenge now you'd win and Dazai doesn’t like to lose. So you shared the futon and you slept with Osamu Dazai.
#the BSD isekai au no one asked for#dazai osamu x reader#dazai x reader#bsd x reader#bsd imagines#my bsd brainrot is showing
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What Are Best Friends For? - Best Friend!Bucky Barnes xreader fan fic
Summary: Y/N needed to go grocery shopping but isn’t feeling that well and isn’t up for cooking so her best friend Bucky surprises her with food & a movie
Warnings: mentions of feeling a bit sick, comfort fluff, soft Bucky, angsty, let me know if I miss anything
~Y/N’s POV~
I hate having those days where you don’t feel like getting out of bed or doing much of anything it’s not like me but I woke up feeling really down and I forgot I didn’t really have much food in the house. “Oh crap.. I really don’t wanna have to go to the store.” I grabbed my phone and texted my best friend Bucky saying “hey Buck.. you busy today?”
I waited a bit to see if he would respond while I played a game on my phone to keep me occupied. A few minutes later I saw the notification that he messaged back so I clicked on it and Bucky wrote, “Hey doll! You doing ok? And of course! Watcha need?” I felt guilty about asking him to bring me some food but I doubt he’d mind and hopefully maybe he’d come over and stay for a bit too. I responded back to him and said “hey bestie.. & idk.. feeling down and I’m not feeling all that great and I don’t really have anything to eat and I don’t wanna go out to the store right now.. would you mind and go get me some ramen soup and juice for me please and stay for a bit after?” I pushed send nervously waiting to see what he would say.
I panicked after a minute and texted again saying “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t ask you to go to the store for me, I’ll go don’t worry about it.” I put my phone down again and felt a bit nauseous and ended up falling back asleep before checking if he responded again.
~Bucky’s POV~
I hate when my best friend is struggling I just wanted to run over to her place and hug her so hard. I ran to the store to get all of her favorite foods plus her favorite juice and then I drove over to her place and I was about to knock but then I remembered I had an extra key she had given me last month and unlocked the door and went inside and made a few trips from the car and got everything out to start cooking.
A few minutes later I hear foot steps behind me and I heard a voice say “Bucky? How did you get in here?” I turned around and saw Y/N standing there and I smiled at her and went over to hug her and showed her the key and I said “hey doll you doing ok? and I used the key you gave me last month, I have a surprise for ya doll.” She came over to hug me and said “hey you, and yea I’m alright I guess and what’s the surprise?” I hugged her back for a minute and went over by the grocery bags and I said “I brought you all of your favorites Y/N, thought I’d make us some ramen soup and we’d watch a movie if you’re up for it?” Y/N cried while hugging me and said “aw Buck, you didn’t have to do this, I feel guilty now.” I shook my head and said “hey no don’t feel bad Y/N, I’m happy to help you. It gives me an excuse to come be with my best friend, go sit and relax hun it’ll be ready in a few minutes.”
I cooked us some soup and put together two bowls with some crackers and drinks and I brought everything over to the table by the couch and Y/N seemed like she was spacing out a bit but then looked at the table and said “wow Buck! This all looks great, what movie did you wanna watch tonight?” I handed her the remote and smiled at her and I said “you pick Y/N I wanna take care of you tonight, I would love to watch whatever you’d like.” Y/N went to go pick a movie and handed me a dvd and she shyly said “is star wars a new hope ok Bucky?” I smiled at her and said “of course darling! Pop it in, better come have your soup while it’s still hot, I even brought you a cup of your favorite juice.” She got excited and said “cranberry Cherry?!” I nodded to her and said “you bet doll, how could I forget?”
Y/N put in the movie disc and sat down grabbing her cup and sipped some of the juice and said “yum, I love cran cherry! Thank you Buck.” She got the movie started and I noticed how far from me she was sitting from me and I patted the spot by me and said “hey, come sit closer to me, I promise I don’t bite doll.” She moved closer and we ate our soup and Y/N looked sleepy a half hour into the movie and I looked over at her and said “you can rest your head on my chest if you want to Y/N.” She looked at me and said “you sure?.. wouldn’t that be awkward?” I shook my head and said “no I don’t think so, we’re best friends it’s not weird come on, we can cuddle.” She scooted closer and I helped her get comfortable and she looked up at me saying “thank you for everything you did today Bucky, you’re an amazing best friend.” I blushed and said “hey, what are best friends for Y/N, want me to stay tonight?” She hugged me and nodded saying “yes please, I’d like it if you stayed, I don’t wanna be alone.” I put my arm around her and said “I’m not going anywhere doll I promise.” We went back to watching the movie and I noticed later on that she fell asleep on me but I didn’t mind I liked that my best friend felt safe to fall asleep on me plus it helped knowing she wasn’t alone anymore.
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Running Like Water
Chapter 10
whats playing: Best to You by Blood Orange
pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)
fic warnings: Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues
fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I'm bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon
word count: 5.3k
A/N at the end
1983
The height of your bed frame made for good leverage when Xavier was over. You tilted your head back as he removed your pants slowly. Your mama was out for a few hours and when Xavier heard, he came straight for your home. He started kissing you the second you got up on the bed, his hand grabbing the back of your head. Once the pants were off he tugged at your ankles, dragging you from the headboard. Crawling back up to kiss you, your nails grip at his hair. Kissing him always felt good, that you could count on.
His lips drag from yours and down your neck and to your chest. Still your low cut tank on as he pushes it up a bit to start kissing your stomach. His tongue coming flat right above your panty line.
Oh, is he…? Finally?
He kisses you more along the line and you feel a rare sense of excitement. Most of the time it gets down to hooking up, he’s inside of you almost immediately. Foreplay seemed like a mythical creature you only read about in cosmo or heard from your girlfriends. Your stomach grows tight with his kisses on your stomach, your hand flies to his hair. Shifting your hips up with eagerness to finally kiss you where you’ve wanted.
Xavier chuckles against your skin, kisses your stomach again before sitting up. You look to him breathless and confused. He shakes his head before toying with his belt, “I don’t… you know, eat anyone out.” He laughs, swiping the belt off. Your face grows red and your eyes almost well in embarrassment. Right.
Feeling insecure you joke, “Yet I give you head whenever you ask.” You laugh nervously and Xavier laughs too, pulling his pants off.
He shrugs. “Maybe if you did it more often I’d consider,” He taps your ankle, his hand reaching into his boxer. “Now turn on your stomach baby.” You feel humiliated but you turn on your stomach, with your face pressed into the bed, a few self-conscious tears fall.
He pulls your underwear down.
You were already in a dress when you ringed Javi. You took note of his brows raising when you quietly ran to his truck, looking behind you to make sure your mom hadn’t noticed. You were an adult but you were under her roof which meant. No boys, no partying and no coming home late, so you removed your sandals as you crept down the stairs and crunched along the concrete to his car. He got the Melissa Diaz memo as his lights were off as he waited for you to sneak out.
Your hair and dress blew with your hurry, Javier leans over the console and opens the door for you when you hop in. Out of breath, you run a hand on the soles of your feet cleaning them, Javier watches intently as you put your shoes back on. Your eyes flick to him as you settle with an exhale. He looked extraordinarily handsome in this light, in a button down collared top with a faded green denim jacket. A smell of cigarettes and a cherry scented soapy aroma lifted from him. New, you think. you were so used to the nutty scent from him. This was new.
He’s tense, you can feel it. He’s tense and you're relaxed. Also new. Before, it was you nervous, stomach flipped while he leaned and teased without a care. You look back to the house and back to him. He narrows his eyes at you once more before driving off.
He clears his throat as he drives slowly down the hill, “So remind me again why you needed me to pick you up?” He quirks a brow and side eyes you. Maybe it was the breeze or the feeling of being next to him but all the anger you stored for the last six years fizzled out and died.
You screw your face up and bring your bare knee up to lean your head on it. The wind blowing up your dress for a moment. “I think I heard my mom having sex.” You wince and so does Javier as he draws out a jesus. Your mother was god fearing but she was married and not shy from having more children despite her climbing age. “Just take me anywhere.” You sigh, digging your cheek to your knee a bit deeper. It catches the attention of Javi, he does a double take with a furrowed brow.
His large hand, paired with veins protruding, hooks under your knee and forces you to sit normally. “Out of your damn mind - we get into an accident and boom” He pats your knee and shakes his head. “Straight into your skull, querida.”
Your lips quirk in smile and look out the window as he makes a sharp right that makes you lean, your hands gripping the door. The right leading to “Vincent's Nose” the mini mountain with the town lookout where everyone would hook up back in high school. A flat parking lot about 4 minutes up the mountain, you heard the craziest stories back in high school. You wondered if maybe this is where he brought Josefina. He’s quiet and his hands are gripping the wheel tightly, like he’s fighting something deep inside. That bothers you.
He stops the car at the lot, parking in reverse so that the pickup is facing the view. You keep your eyes trained on him as he shuts the car off. Skepticism taking over, if he thinks he can take you to some makeout point like you're some teenagers, he’s greatly mistaken. “You’ve been here?” He asks, awkwardly and you laugh.
“Jesus Christ Javier, lighten up.” You swing his car door open and hop down, you hear him follow with a laugh. You circle the car and open the back to climb onto the pickup. Staring down the view.
There weren't many tall buildings in town, just the church that pointed high close to heaven, or so it felt when you were little. Looked small and silly from here. Javi climbs into the back, sitting as far as possible from you. His silence and sudden brooding presence makes you nervous.
Suddenly you're aware that you aren't sixteen and he isn't seventeen with a girlfriend. He was a grown man, with sideburns and a pack of cigarettes, and he was more handsome then he was when he left. He’s single, he's an adult – you're an adult. And your dress is blowing as your knees are at your chest. Fiddling with your ring on your middle finger you answer his question, “I actually have never been here– well I’ve never parked here. Back in high school we used to call this – um, doggy lookout.”
You shut your eyes and your cheeks turn flush, you could practically hear his smirk when he mutters a what. You laugh, your cheeks are already hurting from smiling. You look at him and scrunch your nose up. “Well-” you giggle again, “During junior year, Liandra came up here really late with her boyfriend and you know… she was in the back of his car — and like, for some reason she decided to be fully naked on her hands and knees… and a fucking cop knocked on their window, she was petrified, so we started calling this doggy look out to taunt her and it just became a thing.”
“Jesus christ.” He laughs, shaking his head, leaning against the truck's rear windshield. “Should we watch out for cops?” He looks around jokingly and you let out a small laugh.
“I'm in the presence of one right now, Officer Peña.” You wrap your arms around your knees to control the wind blowing through your dress. You could see the spring fair in the church parking lot from the truck, the lights were off. May 22nd was the first day, embarrassingly you were quite excited for it. You knew Liandra was home so that meant getting drunk and getting on rides until they closed.
“Agent.” He corrects. Your head snaps towards him as he leans his head back with a teasing gaze. It makes your heart sink a bit, you want to push him out the truck.
“Hmm.” You cross your arms, an image of Josefina flashing in front of your eyes.
You begin to gaslight yourself into picturing Javier taking her up here and then fucking her, making her shake. The thought has you sneaking another glance at his face, his strong nose casting a shadow on his face. You felt so creepy about how much you loved his nose. You remembered the feel of it tapping your own when he kissed you all those years ago. How then you had been so willing to have him out there in front of everyone, not caring who saw. You were willing, eager, desperate. You were so young untouched so you never verbalized that want. That ache. It terrified you for years, shamed you. How fucked was that? Your own fantasies, your own needs, it was something you could never verbalize, cuz’ you were too fucking scared. And maybe going all the way with your brother's best friend in a parking lot was a bit much but that feeling balled and leaked into your real sexual relationships. Pretending to be turned on by a little man with a big ego and his cock in your mouth. Letting him make a joke about your weight to his friends then pulling your pants down later that night for about 45 seconds until he was done with you.
So when you heard that girl, a girl who Javier barely knew, not like he knew you, to hear her being able to openly share an experience of something good, fulfilling, body trembling, your body rejected that. So did your brain.
“What's on your mind Andrea?” It's soft, like he could read your mind and wanted to know more, like he hoped you didn't hear his question so you could keep on your jealous tirade.
Your thumb strokes the underside of your arm nervously, cheeks feeling sun-burnt from the strange thought that maybe he really could read your mind. You press your lips in a thin line, licking the bottom, blurring away the lipstick from earlier in the day. A burn down your spine shoots, a jealous burn. It's been a while. “Just wondering if Josefina Alto is your type or not, I was just running down a list of girls you've been with in my head and I’m not sure where she falls-I mean she looks a bit like me and I’m not on that li-”
Javier exhales a nervous breath and shakes his head with a pained face, “ Jesus” Javier felt just as caught as you, not grasping the possibility that having a one night stand with someone from town could be front cover news. He pinches his nose and then screws up his face in realization , I’m not on that list. “What makes you think you’re not on that list?”
His question makes your cheeks redden even more, the lights of the town below give him a new look. You could see the lines next to his even better than before, smile lines. A feeling of satisfaction settles in your stomach at the thought. “I’m thinking of girls you dated, you have a thing for blondes I’ve noticed.” You shrug, unhooking your arms and pushing your body upright to fully face him. Where the sudden confidence came from, you were unsure.
“Lorraine. That's all. ” He answers.
“Donna Ortiz.” You reply quickly, earning an eyebrow raise from him. You could feel your confidence fizzle and settle in realization. You tried so hard to seem unbothered and soooo moved on and here you go, responding with the name of an ex from junior high.
He has a shit eating grin and your eyes fall to your lap. But he decides to ignore the comment, a new move from him. If it were 1980 he’d taunt and tease you over your attention to detail, maybe throw in a stalker comment and make you go home teary eyed from the embarrassment a crush drunk girl could only feel.
His hand comes up to stroke his jaw, and you watch. The watch on his hand glimmering from the street light a few feet away from the 3rd parking spot. You bit the inside of your lip at the sight of his hands, deft, you knew that. You know he knows how to work his fingers skillfully, he hadn't even touched you in the places in need of most skill, but when his hands roamed your body. You knew, he had to be good. “Josefina was pretty and I was loaded, just happened. I’m sure you can relate.” He shrugs nonchalantly.
Your brows tighten and you shake your head a no. You couldn't relate. “I-no. I-i've done anything like that before.” Your arms are crossed again, hiding your insecure body from his concerned gaze. Concerned with your stuttering and frown.
He doesn't look like he follows, he’s worried. “You never what, Andrea?”
Your nostrils flare in embarrassment. Feeling like you were in sixth grade again having to cover your ears when the big kids talk about their love lives. Feeling like you did when you would be pressed about your embarrassing juvenile experimental phase, in front of Javi.
Had a one night stand, you murmur. And Javi tries his best to hide his shock. It was true, sure in high school you did all the blow job, hand job stuff at parties but when it came down to having sex, actual sex , you had only done it with Xavier. You couldnt picture being that vulnerable with him, but you were, so you sure as hell couldn’t fathom fucking a stranger. Javi utters an Oh.
“Why?”
Dangerous. Dangerous game , you think. Asking why, the why was detailed and sexual in nature. You’d have to be open about your sex life to him, it was foreign and a risk. A risk when you already feel a pit in your stomach with just him looking at you. You were afraid that he’d say something that would make you crawl into his lap and get another taste.
Another taste.
“I-I didn't have, you know, I-” Strong start Andrea, you're thinking of getting on him but cant even get a sentence out. He’s watching you now with a new look, half lidded eyes. You let out a shaky breath, “Uh, I didn't really have any positive sexual experiences so I just never felt like trying again.” Fuck, you sounded like you never want to try again. That wasn't true, and with the way Javier's chest expanded, you sure as hell wanted to try again. “Not-like-not that I never want to try again but just-jesus christ you still make me fucking nervous.” You huff and Javier doesn't even smile, his brows just knead closer in concern at your bashful face.
He tenses up a bit and digs a hand into his pocket retrieving his pack and lighter. “Need one?” He teases, thinning out the uncomfortable air you built. You laugh away the nerves.
“Fuck off…” You swat his extended hand and he flinches and shrugs in defeat before lighting up. His ability to make you feel safe, comfortable and honest never failed to make your heart swell. He was the only person who could do it for you. He could build you up with just a look, that was even scarier.
He drags, and blows out the right side of his mouth to keep the smoke from blowing in your face. You felt so silly. Your stomach flipped at the small action. You had been infuriated with him for so many years, he broke your heart and didn't care to apologize. Even in college when you had convinced yourself you were over him, when you would cry about your father, the tears turned to ones falling for Javi. You were so fucking hurt by him, but now he’s here and you just want him close.
You don't know where it came from but the moment it left your lips, you could feel a skip in your chest and a burn in your eyes.
“What would've happened if I told you to stay all those years in your kitchen?” Your voice is weak, similar to the way it sounded when you said bye to him all those years ago, back when the feeling of your heart being crushed was fresh and hurt all the same.
“Andrea…” He warns but you couldn't seem to care. Your eyes are threatening to break into tears and sobs.
“Javi, please-you-you broke my heart then, i need an answer please.” Your voice cracks and the fact that your tears don't fall shocks you, it probably shocked him. Javier closes his eyes for a moment, hiding from your confrontation. “What would've happened?”
It's silent. All that is heard is the trees on his right moving with the late night May wind. The sound of some cars on the roads below. You're alone with Javier Peña on the tailgate of his truck, asking him the question that circled your head for years.
It spun, and got trapped in a web of questions and fears at the corner of your mind. Stuck next to the conversation you had with his father years ago where he said that Javier was in love with you. Just the thought makes your chest cave, you can't ask that question. Did you love me Javi? You couldn't ask that.
The silence dies with the smoothness and softness that is Javi’s voice. “I think I would have wanted to be with you.”
You bring up your hand under your eyes as you pinch the bridge of your nose to stop whatever tear threatens to fall. Not now, not in front of him. Not again. You needed time to process, you gave him silence right back. You deprived him of a glance, keeping your eyes closed.
“Wanted to be with me? Or just be with me? Did-you want me before? To be your girl?” You look now and he’s giving you that same earth shattering look he did in his kitchen. His face was so full of worry and pure nervousness. It was the first time since he came back where you had seen that boyish look on him, it took you back.
His hand reaches over to rub the back of his neck, “I’m not sure Andrea. I was with Lorraine and your brother-”
Your chin quivers with a scoff, “God don’t bullshit me. You kissed me the second you broke up with her and if you cared about how Frankie felt you wouldn't have put your fucking hands up the dress of his little sister.” Your voice raises and Javier is sitting up straight now with a bit of anger in his eyes.
“Don’t put it that way Andrea.” He hisses and your cheeks heat with anger this time.
“Put it in what way? Does the truth bother you Javi? You fucking got back with her two days later and didn't have the decency to tell me you were leaving!” You're glad you're not one of those people who cry when they're angry, that tightness in your throat quickly flipped into a flush against your chest. Javier can't even look at you, of course he can't. “If we hadn't been interrupted what would have happened? Huh?” You tilt your head and you watch as his jaw clenches.
“Would you have fucked me in your truck, take my virginity and then what? Get back with your cheating girlfriend and hide your dirty secret from Frankie? Jesus Christ Javi, just take me home.” You snap, and make your way off the truck. Your chest rising in anger, you hear the metal creaking as he follows behind you. You close your eyes tightly feeling the slightest bit of remorse for bringing up Lorraine. You hear him shut the tailgate door with a slam.
You circle the truck and reach the passenger door, pulling its locked handle. Wanting to shriek at the thought of having to ask him to unlock the door after storming away from him. You huff, “Javi can you please unlock-”
You’re cut off by a quick spin and your back hitting the truck door. Javier’s hand holding your face and his lips. His lips shutting you up. Despite your heart beating quick from your anger, your hands find his hips immediately pulling him flush against you. Wanting his body weight on you as much as possible, your lips slipping with his. It isn't sweet or soft or calm. You could feel his primal want in it, and you love the taste and you're so fucking pissed. He groans against your plump wet lips when your fingers tighten on his hips. It's carnal, the way he presses his body harder into you, completely crowding and covering you. It’s familiar. Like the first time.
His palm swallows your entire cheek but it moves down to your throat with a grip. Your mouth falls open at the sudden lack of air, Javi takes no time in licking you. You take no time wetting him right back. It was like the first time, but far less innocent. You whine when he parts, his open saturated mouth dragging to your cheek leaving a bit of a mess. “Didn’t expect you to be such a fucking brat when I came home” He grunts into your ear, the slick sticking to your panties spreading with his voice. You dig your nails into his hip bone and he teeths at your ear lobe. “You used to be good.”
He kisses the space below your ear and jaw. Your hands move to thread in his hair, you're a panting mess. You're so achy and wet you can't think straight, “I’m still good.” you murmur and Javier chuckles against your neck as he sucks. His grip on your hip was strong enough to practically manhandle you, he moves the two of you a few inches away from the door. You're so entranced by his lips on your neck that you don't notice him opening the door and sitting you on the seat, your knees still facing him as he continues to kiss you from outside the car.
His body is in between your thighs as Javi drags his lips to the column of your throat. “I won't leave a mark querida,” He reassures you but you were so turned on you hadn't even fathomed the consequences that came with him touching you like this. You just nod desperately, shifting yourself closer to the edge of the seat to press your throbbing core against his stomach. Your ankles wrapped around his waist.
He parts from you, his eyes raking over you, you finally get to take him in. His lips stained with what was left of your lipstick, god you were so fucking wet.
“Lift your dress.” He demands. Your heart leaps, lips catching in between your teeth and you know the sight wrecks him. Nerves settling in realizing he was going to fuck you, right here. Your cunt clenches at the thought, you hadn't had anyone-anything in you in years. Even when you touched yourself it hurt like the first time, you don't know how it was going to feel after 3 years. But Javier settles your heels on the edge of the car where the door should be, his hand on your knee spreading you open a bit. His mouth was parted, wet and perfect. Your hands found the bottom of your dress and you lift, exposing your light pink panties to Javi.
His nostrils flare and his lips quirk for a moment. His hands fall on both of your knees and spread you further, your nervous bite on your bottom lip is lethal, watching him look at you like this. How had you two been arguing just 3 minutes ago? You know his small smile is at the dark wet mark on your panties. He sinks to his knees.
The car gave him perfect leverage for your pulsing core to be at the perfect level. Oh. Was he?
“Javi, please,” You whine, your hips grinding into the seat but his death grip on your knees prevents you from feeling any release. He shushes you with a kiss on your inner thigh. He kisses, and then sucks, knowing he can leave you marks down there. No one will see. He sucks, licks and drags his teeth against your thigh.
His lips parting as his hand from your knees move to sooth the pink and red and spotted mark so close to your pussy. He notices quickly that without his hands holding you open, your achy and shaking body forces your knees to close him between your thighs. He chuckles, looking up at your face, you can't imagine how lewd you look but his smile fades. His eyes drop back down to what's in front of him, “Pull your panties to the side baby.”
Your left hand is gripping your dress and your right stutters as it drags down and grazes the large wet spot.
Oh my gosh.
You hold your breath as your fingers hook under the fabric, pulling it away from your doused core, a string of your own arousal getting dragged with the pull of the underwear. Javi groans and stares like he’s starved. A gluttonous look that is nothing short of tragic. You have never been this exposed in front of someone, not with their face so close to you. Not being able to feel his breath so close, never. “Jesus christ, fuck-” He’s stumbling over his words and a warmth spreads across your covered chest. He still has that look, primal. His eyes flick up to you, your mouth had been so open for so long your hand moved up to catch moisture from your bottom lip. “I’m going to eat your cunt okay?”
I’m going to eat your cunt
You never-you- “Okay.” You agree and he wastes no time torturing you. The second his tongue is against you, you jolt forward in shock. You had never had someone lick you there, your stomach was tight immediately. His tongue hasn't even touched your clit yet, its just dragging and collecting all the arousal already there. His mustache prickling against that bundle of nerves, causing your hands to reach his shoulder to brace yourself.
Your mouth is O shaped , as you moan, Javi, Javi, oh my god. You can barely keep your eyes open to watch him but you try because the sight of Javier fucking Peña between your legs is something you just cant miss. Javi finally moves his tongue upward, his moving jaw nearly prodding your entrance. The sensation is so new and intense your moans are no longer legible, just noises, no more names. And your fucking loud, you almost forget that he is on his knees and your halfway out the car with your dress rolled up. His tongue is working so deftly, you're practically leaking onto his jaw, making him a dripping mess.
An image of Xavier flashes in your head, maybe if you did it more often I would. Insecurity rushes you suddenly, you try to speak but Javier’s licking is making it almost impossible.
“Ja-Javi, you-fuck” You fold over again when his tongue drags down to your entrance. “Javi-you don't have to, I can-ngh-If you want me give you a blow job I will but-but don't feel like you-” His hands grip your thighs and his mouth parts from you for a moment, looking up at you with a furrowed brow. God you really are making a mess on his face, his mustache is shimmering and his chin drips.
“Andrea, what are you talking about?” Your brows raise, oh.
“I-I’m sorry I just thought-sorry just with Xavier he-”
Javier clenches his jaw at the mention yet also at the realization. Javier shakes his head and moves his head back into your core, continuing. Lick, “Next time I see him…good god.” He grumbles against you and the feeling is so good again that you can't seem to care about your awkward intermission.
“You taste so sweet, querida.” He moans into you and moves his feasting back up to your swollen bud. You were so close, your back arches with your head thrown back, ears close to ringing.
But suddenly his mouth is detached and your dress is tugged back over your knees. Javier is stood quickly, wiping his chin and pulling you up right. You're in so much pain from the close orgasm, you're panting with tears in your eyes to notice that Javier is talking to you. To fucked to realize the cop car pulling up next to you two. “Andrea, cmon.” He pats your knee softly as the cop car settles.
The click of the car snaps you from your trance, your dress covering you but your panties are still damp and misplaced. Javier stands in front of you with his hand reached behind him on your knee. Still needing to brace yourself, your hands grip his wrist.
You could see Javier’s lips quirk a bit at your hold, the cop exits the vehicle. A familiar face, an officer you’ve seen around. You just pray he doesn't know either of you. He’s tall and maybe in his early thirties with his hands on his waist. Guess the mustache was just trendy for men in service. He mirrored Javier in looks, just tanner and thinner. Sunglasses folding in his hand. “Good evening officer.” Javier says with a nod.
The officer tilts his head to look at you. Your face had it written all over you, your eye glanced at the side view. Your hair was slightly messed and your cheeks were stained red. “Javier Peña verdad? DEA, he oído.” The cop flashes a smile and your stomach turns at the thought of the Officer possibly knowing you. Javier waves his hand away from you. You frown at the action.
He crosses his arms, stepping away from you as you sat behind him. “Sí. Hay algun problema, señor?”
The cop shakes his head before looking over his shoulder and then back to you. “Just making sure we don't have anyone causing a disturbance up here, what's your lady friend's name?” He steps to the left to get a better view of you, you had discreetly fixed your hair behind Javier’s broad shoulders a few seconds before. Your eyes stupidly snap to Javier's waist then pants, seeing his obvious bulge pressing against the denim. Eyes wide when Javi shoots you a warning glance. You feel dizzy and want him back in between your legs.
Your tongue wets your dry lips and you look back to the officer that had a fiendish stare on your body. “Drea sir, my name is Drea.” You reach a hand out and he shakes it in return. Javier has a possessive eye trained on you. The officer grips your hand a second too long and Javier clears his throat.
“Well officer…” Javier’s eyes narrow at the tag on his chest, “Officer Flores. Me and Drea were just leaving.”
The officer still has a stare on you, his eyes narrowing, scanning your face, then your body with a gawk at your breasts, before looking back to Javi who kept his stoic face. Officer Flores nods to Javier in what you can only take as approval, it makes you sick for a moment. What the fuck was that?
Luckily, Javier does not entertain the cave-man-ish gesture. You want to reach out to hold him again, feeling uneasy about the entire exchange. “Well, I’ll let you two get going, have a good night.” The officer calls before adjusting his belt and turn on his heels.
Javier wastes no time shaking his head and tilting his head at you to sit correctly in the car before closing the door on you. Your hands fall to the hem of your dress immediately, lifting it to readjust your panties. By the time your hand is reaching between your legs Javier is opening the drivers side. Stopping in his tracks at your position, your cheeks heat and your panties snap against your skin.
He lets out a struggled breath before deciding to ignore how insatiable agonizing the sight was for him. Your eyes settle to his lap as he turns the key, his arm flexing with the stutter. His arm settles next to the console as he pulls from the parking lot. For a moment you think of grabbing his wrist and placing it between your legs.
But your mind disagrees. You just close your eyes with your chest filling with an intense emotion you can't describe. You look to him and he has a similar silent smile as he drive quietly down the mountain.
Feeling brand new. You were going to kick your feet and scream into your pillow when you got home.
A/N: Guyssssss the slow burn has officially been put out OMG. I haven't written smut in years but I've been compiling smut prompts about Javi and Andrea since chapter one, trust they will be used.
They still have so much story left, I hope you love my babies like me. See you next chapter!
#javier peña#javier peña x ofc#javier pena fanfiction#javier pena x you#javier peña smut#ao3#fanfic#javier peña narcos#javier pena x reader
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I slept on it and am more coherent and less deranged now than in your comments. I apologize for being a feral creature but damn you timed that for when I was at my most insane-
Rereading the chapter my first “normal” thought was Pantalone is the kind of man who has a Miles Edgeworth type confession when he’s trying and failing to be genuine. I can absolutely see him saying “thanks to you, I’m now saddled with unnecessary... feelings.” Subtly disgusted he would ever experience those feelings. Honestly, that’s my favourite trope, when the suave seductive sweet talker has to actually be honest about their emotions and it’s the most pathetic jumble of words. Good soup.
YESSSSS, exactly this! Unapologetically charismatic for his own purposes, but kind of disgusted at himself when authentic feelings develop because any kind of affection or attachment is a weakness (liability?) for him and he hates what it turns him into.
I love love love Ace Attorney too, and recently came back to it after a long hiatus to play the Great Ace Attorney Chronicles. It took all of two minutes to start crushing on Satoru Hosonaga for no other reason than he is sickly, pathetic, bespectacled and seems genuinely quite kind. There are precisely two xReader fics for him on AO3 and even they are just drabbles, so maybe I'll have to start cooking my own food again... Story of my fucking life.
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It’s came to my knowledge that some people don’t like the use of Y/n because it takes them out of the reading or something; so I thought I’d get some opinions.
I’ve been playing with the idea of using Yan or Yanchan , since it’s similar to Y/N, but is a bit more namesaking. Does that make sense?
Do we like this idea? If you do vote for it, if not what IS your preference?♡
Im writing something now using ‘yannchan’ and im finding it so endearing !!♡ ˃ᴗ˂
#I’ll still do it if I like it but I wanna know how yall sit on the subject#also reblog if you’re a writing blog to get a wider voting pool#x reader fanfiction#x reader#idk how to tag help
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I never really appreciated reader fics when I first came across them, because as an aegosexual it was very yikes
But honestly thank fandom and all those xreader writers because otherwise I'd be missing out on seeing some of my favorite characters and my fic consumption would drop dramatically just because they'd end up paired with the closest character in their vacinity and a lot of the time I just dont vibe with that. But also you dont have the extra burden of meeting a new, fleshed out character? You just jump in with some vague PC avatar and are guided to or just automatically assign attributes. Which opens up a alot of possibilities. You can assign as little or as much of yourself to the character as you want. (Once I learned that it was so much better)
Like I just wanna see my blorbo get to play without being subjected to preset or unpalatable relationships but i guess the self insert ship aspect is a nice bonus sometimes. 😂
#im slipping into a new hyperfixation dont mind me#i found a fic that made me just. so happy. the new characterization of an old character has me fuckin reeling dude#aegosexual#(which is basically an ace tgats comfortable with explicitness in media so long as it has absolutely nothing to do with them)#which is why readerfics are sometimes a very much Do Not Want
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hey! I'm relatively new here :3 just wanted to say that I just got back into the kotlc fandom and I'm obsessed with the wings au- it's one of the first not-xreader fanfics I've genuinely enjoyed and gotten so invested in. I love the qpr-ish relationships between the characters and the way you wrote them all! the wing designs are just- *chef's kiss* and the story line behind it too- I could go on all day about it. You've honestly inspired me to try writing my own aus! I was wondering if I could post fanart of the designs? I'd be sure to credit+tag you ofc
You're such an amazing writer!
Oh my gosh this ask is so sweet I legitimately read it and straight up stopped what I was doing for a solid 20 seconds to smile at my phone. I'm sitting here like !!!!! and covering my face
Also welcome to/back to the fandom! It's fairly small overall and relatively stagnant at the moment (the two year gap between books has really changed things), but there's a solid handful of us who are here and refuse to let go :)
I'm absolutely thrilled that you love the dynamics between the characters because I think that was one of the things I was the most...not nervous, but unsure about? Not that I didn't want to do it, because I very much did, but it's generally a different dynamic than a lot of the other fics in the fandom. All the ship fics are wonderful, I was just very aware that I was intentionally flat out ignoring all romance in a fandom that loves it. I wanted to go for a "they're all a family and it's like they've always been a family and they trust each other and are there for each other without hesitation or awkwardness" kinda thing. I have one note from my original layout that just says "(domestic)" when talking about all of them.
The wing designs!! I love them all so much and it was so fun to try and figure out what to do for each of them. I was trying to do wings that were a little more obvious for the characters and wouldn't require anyone to really search up anything to figure out why they had them, more follow a mental association. Like with Linh's dragonfly wings, dragonfly you think water and Linh is a water person! The added detail of her wings specifically relating to dragons was a bonus play on words there, but do you get what i mean about the association? That's what I was going for.
The story line! It has developed so much since I first wrote it there are things happening that I never planned for and things that I meant to do that got completely ignored, but I love where the au has ended up and where it's going. It is still heading towards its original ending, but it's gotten there a different way and with different dynamics and important characters. Like Phoenix (the girl) originally was just a throwaway character from the first chapter that got the kotlcrew out of a sticky situation and made them face some things as they did so, but then someone asked about her and I went...wait a minute you're right why is she there? And now she's got a lot of relevance to like. Literally everything happening.
It's so cool that it's inspired you--if you ever do write/draw/make your own aus I'd love to see them! And if you ever have any questions on how I've made mine I love to talk about everything always, so you'll probably get a lot more information than you could ever want
As for fanart, of course!! I love seeing fanart of the au it always such a delight. Please do tag me, that way I can see it!! It's so cool to see how people interpret the words I've put down because I almost never have a concrete image in my head. I'm just going for vibes and then those vibes become different things to different people and it's so fun to see.
Thank you so so much for all the compliments this ask seriously made my day, I absolutely love hearing peoples' thoughts on the wings au. I was actually just writing for it before I answered this, so have a little teaser quote!!
“Here, this is a good example,” came Biana’s voice behind her, and she whirled back around, watching those flecks of light condense and merge and assemble themselves into the shape of her friend, her sister.
#kotlc#kotlc wings au#shattered upside down#quil's queries#quil's queridos#nonsie#since we were talking about character dynamics I figured I'd include that quote :)#there are many other things that happen in the chapter I'm trying not to outright spoil#but let me just say...lore#wings au lore is happening#i've said it before and I'll say it again but seriously i love this ask so much#thank you for sending it and being so sweet#I hope you continue to enjoy the wings au!!#because things are all starting to come together but there is story yet to be told!!#long post
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the way i have been binging vi fics in this site…chiiiild I wouldn’t call it an obsession but she is mine and no one else’s. try and get close to her i dare you 😊🔪
#fuck i wish she was real#it physically hurts the fact that she isn’t 😭#it got to a point were now i get jelly whenever i see caytlin and vi fanart#and i feel conflicted about that cuz i loved them in when i first watched arcane#but then the xreader fics came into play#now caitlyin is meerly her enforcer friend#nothing more nothing less#vi is mine#vi x reader#arcane#owl rambles :3
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Ooh, requests are open??
Could I request a fic of Moon (FNAF) being a playful/teaser ler with male (or neutral) reader? I haven't been able to find many of him 🥺 👉🏻👈🏻
No worries if not tho 💜
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I give up from trying to write mini-fics sdfghjdfghj I got really excited with this because!! It's been such a long time since I wrote a xreader fic and I never tried to make it a tickle fic before so yaaaaay! I really hope you like this! <33
I went for the neutral gender reader. Around 3.000 words. Can be viewed as platonic or romantic. No proofreading so some parts can be a bit confusing. Have a nice week :D
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“Are you having fun, yet?”
The sudden raspy, robotic voice probably would scare you if it wasn’t the third time Moon questioned the same thing, his voice coming upwards and not so far away from your spot, showing that he decided to test the metallic cabs this time. You sighed, half exasperated, half amused as you took another sharp turn, ducking behind and under a few tunnels from the playground in hopes of throwing him out of your back. Finally opting for crouching under a yellow slide, you squinted at the animatronic as he headed the opposite direction of your hidden spot, trying to not step on a bunny plushie forgotten there - probably another squeaky toy, those seemed to be appearing just about everywhere these days. - Maybe Moon’s heat vision was malfunctioning? You made a mental reminder to come back to this later after all the tests were over.
Of course, if your superior knew that the way you both decided to conduct the tests to see if his new updates were running smoothly and correctly was through a series of games that somehow came to a heated Hide and Seek in the dark, you knew you would be listening a lot from her. However, how could you shut down Moon’s excitement by forcing him to repeat previously cataloged movements and answer thousands of redundants questions about ‘Are you having any problems staying still in the air? Spin non stop for one minute. Are you having any problems to stay still now? Spin non stop for two minutes changing from going from left to right and vice versa at every twenty seconds. Are you hav-’.
Yeah, you couldn’t exactly blame the petulant scoff that left the calmer daycare attendant when he read the first page of the tests, just as you couldn’t find in yourself any regrets for letting you to be dragged to his shenanigans when that gaze - usually so bored or tired - stared at you with a new chaotic light.
That is how you ended up in this situation, eyes following the blue form of Moon as he moved across the play area with his new suspension cabs, jumping on the playground to look inside the tunnels and around the climbing structure before floating in the air with a few pirouettes, probably enjoying the feeling of the exciting freedom that came with his new update.
The new system was created in an attempt to attract more kids and make Moon an even more visually more appealing character for the younger ones - who would, as consequence, convince their parents to spend more and more in marketables and tickets on the Daycare - since they have been receiving complaints from clients of how much ‘strict’ and ‘uncaring’ - especially for the kids who refused to respect the, as Moon himself proclaimed, sacred Nap Time - the night themed animatronic was with the children.
It was kind of sad, really, that those guardians focused so much on Sun's excited and energetic demeanor and declared that was the only one personality fitted to take care of kids. How they ignored the way Moon would create a schedule every day before the shopping opened so every kid would have a chance to choose a book to read during storytime, how they failed to notice the way he would make different voices for each character even when changing the tune and timbre of his chatterbox didn’t came naturally to him, or even his careful and kind - even if a bit sharp around the edges - actions was when the young ones had a nightmare and he immediately went to comfort them. Just a bit more of attention, or mayhaps just care, and any parent would see how a few shy kids, when the daycare was about to close and guardians waited in a fan of emotions to pick their child and take them home, shuffled closer to Moon and tugged his clothes, thanking him for spending time with them or handing back his noise canceling headphones.
Instead, plenty of clients and even employees kept throwing annoying comments, trying to jab an inexistent rivalry between both of the daycare attendants, receiving back a witted answer from nighthemed robot or an overly excited passive aggressive comment from the day themed one, who would never pass a chance to protect his brother.
So, yeah, you’re not about to deny him a few more minutes having fun with his new update
Besides, the prospect of being able to grab insufferable, careless guardians who shouted complaints at the flickest, stupidest things and throw them far away would be good for Moon’s general health, you’re sure. Not that he would ever do that - or at least you hoped he wouldn’t. Way too much paperwork to even be worth it, - but the fact that he would be able to could bring the true peace to his grumpy heart.
Going back to the present, a quiet chuckle left your mouth as you wrote down a few observations on almost the finished paper you needed to hand to your superior on the next day. Hopefully the support team wasn’t going to have too much work to make the necessary corrections you pointed out. If everything kept occuring well, the daycare attendant would have his new mean of transport in no time.
A cold feeling ran down your spine.
You couldn’t hear the metallic clicking sound of the animatronic moving around anymore.
Mentally cursing your distraction you moved just the slightest from your hiding spot, just to be able to take a better look at your surroundings, a strange chill running across your bones. There was always a strange sensation of electricity and wariness that accompanied childish objects when they were bathed by darkness and complete silence, an aspect that plenty of horror movies liked to play with and that had some scenes of the said ones start to play in front of your eyes. You wrinkled your nose, perhaps you should tune down the whole watching scary movies for a bit.
Another chill danced in cold waves across your nerves, leading the hair in the nape of your neck to stand and an invisible force to turn your head upwards, almost colliding with Moon’s face, which dangled - just like the rest of his body - a few centimeters above you. Even if he didn’t have the need to breathe, you could almost be sure a puff of air hit your features when the aforementioned opened his mouth, a pleased grin on his face.
“Found you. ~”
Things happened way too fast after that.
A blink and you stumbled to be in your feet.
A blink and the animatronic had to quickly retreat to not be headbutted.
Blink. You were running, excited giggles filling the air. Blink. You heard a soft ‘thump’ behind you, followed by quick footsteps. Blink and you impulsioned yourself forward, fuelled by the sinister snickers that got closer and closer to you.
Blink and something made you lose your ground.
A high pitched squeak echoed as your body fell to meet the cold floor of the daycare, your eyes catching a glimpse of something rubbish for a piece of seconds.
Those fucking cursed squeaky toys-
Before your body could hit the ground, however, a pair of hands firmly held your sides, fingers pressing on the spot in order to pull you back to a standing position with no further nor hidden intention, only a helping action to prevent a friend to so said one wouldn’t have to deal with an injure in the end of the shift.
Your nerves, on the other hand, didn’t quite understand the whole ‘just helping a friend’ ordeal, probably a indirect consequence of having so much adrenaline running high in your veins, and the moment those cold fingers found your waist and lightly squeezed it, a ticklish shock exploded across your frame and another squeak floated in the air.
His reaction was immediate.
“Are you injured?” Suddenly his touch was much lighter, fingers tapping the flesh with care, previously game already forgotten as a buzzing sound behind you showed that Moon was using his scanner to look for any bruising. It would be very sweet, really, to see such grumpy animatronic being so gentle. If all the gentleness and worrying didn’t make his touch so soft it left a trail of tickly tingles blossoming and spreading in spirals across your torso.
A wobbly tune took over your lips. Oh, no.
“I-it’s nothing!” Your voice trembled a bit when his fingertips pressed your lowest rib, tapping from left to right over and over again in a methodical manner. A part of your soul thanked the small mercies of life for Moon not being able to sense the warmth growing stronger in your face when a spot that was way too close to your belly had you letting out a quiet gasp and squirming away from the offending hand. “Really. It’s, it’s totally fine!”
“You know you shouldn't be moving around if you are hurt, independently of the gravity of the bruising.” He huffed in exasperation, ignoring your words and letting his other hand adjust its grip so it could still hold you in place as he focused on his analysis. You had to use all your strength to not shy away from the check up, and it definitely didn’t help that he kept poking and poking your ribcage in totally random patterns. Was he looking for cracked ribs? How did he think you could possibly get cracked ribs from playing hide and seek? “You should have warned me the moment you got the injury. Just wait until I tell this to Sun, he will get your ass.”
“Watch your f-fucking language.” You chided him halfheartedly, an old joke you both had and which none could quite recall when it started. “We need to finish your tests, come ON!”
Your hand flied to your mouth the moment the giggle came out, trying to unsuccessfully muffle it. For a second, everything became quiet.
Moon’s faceplate clicked, slowly turning to stare at you, his index finger and thumb pinching your side again only to be gifted with the same reaction. Your other hand latched on his wrist, trying to push it away from the ticklish spot, knowing very well there was no possibility that he didn’t put the pieces for the puzzle together with the way a smile peaked from behind your hand. There was no way of this being possible, but you could almost swear you saw a glint of mischievousness gleaming on his eyes.
“Oh my, oh my…” His chuckles were quiet and low as he got closer, his head bobbing from one side to another just like he always did when he was feeling playful. “You wouldn’t happen to be a bit… sensitive, would you, human?”
You felt more than saw his hands becoming claw-shaped before starting to slowly - incredibly, unbearably slowly - spidering upwards, fingertips spreading wide enough to vibrate on the ribs and in between them. Giggles began to shake on your chest, pilling up as he found a rather sweet spot right in the back of your highest ribs.
“What, no answer?” You shook your head and tried to at least keep your composure by shoving your face on your shoulder and stop staring at those piercing gaze. Moon only tilted his head, searching for your eyes again while pulling you closer, his hands worming their way under your arms. “Aww, and why not? Is someone quiet all out of sudden because I discovered a little tickly tickly ticklish secret?” His fingertips pressed a bit more firmly on the skin, scratching and scribbling on the spot. “Hm? Are you feeling a bit shy right now? Because I discovered that you’re a very wiggly-wiggley giggly bug? Hm? Is that it?”
You attempted to push him away again, squirming and feeling titters escaping from your tight pressed lips when he easily followed your movements, way too much excited with his new discovery to let you escape so easily with your halfheartedly struggles.
"Come on, you know you will feel much better if you just let yourself go and laugh your heart out. Here," in a blink he twisted the hand you were holding to, bending the metallic joints unnaturally and making you let go before he turned the tables and got a gentle grip in your own hand, pulling it above your head. "I will even be nice with you and leave your poor, defenseless armpit alone for now! Instead, my fingers are going to be having a little walk riiiight here…" he tapped your palm, "and only when I finish this path I will give this sensitive spot riiight here" a quick poke on your underarm fished a muffled yelp "some attention. Sounds good?"
Maybe it was the previous adrenaline talking louder, leaving your nerves jittering and a sensation that you could take anything. Maybe it was because it's wasn't often you saw Moon being so playful and it's been a time since you had so much fun. The thing is, suddenly you found a fire sparking in your soul, flames and determination filling your actions as you turned to stare at the daycare attendant with a grin, lips parting, words flowing and:
"I am not even ticklish."
Note to self: maybe coming up with a good, defying answer when your fuzzy brain is still bewildered by phantom sensations is not the best of the ideas.
Moon only seemed to get more joyful with the challenge, his deep chuckles now shaking his entire frame. "Not ticklish? Is that right?" He made a show of wiggling his fingers in the air just a few inches from your side - barely touching, barely grazing - and feigning an attack just to pull himself back when you squirmed, a snort flying in the room.
Your eyes locked again. You gulped and shook your head, because how much worse could this get. "No. Not ticklish at all."
"So there wouldn't be any problem if I decided to explore a little bit, yes?"
"We should call it a day. My shift already en-" The protest was cut by Moon placing his index finger on your wrist teasing the spot there with a few scribbles before moving on to your forearm, drawing shapes and leaving spirals on every inch of skin available.
It was such a soft feeling, so light and simple and it should be illegal the way it left tickly shocks spreading across your nerves and it seemed to make your entire torso ten times more ticklish.
Involuntary, you felt the smile in your face grow bigger.
"Ohohoho, I had an idea! Since we're having so much fun we should play a game. ~"
He stopped by your elbow, giving it a special attention.
"Are you not going to ask me what game it is? Aw, such a pity. It's a very famous thing with all the young humans and, well, I even considered giving you your freedom if you won it. But it doesn't matter now! I think I will have to settle for tormenting those tiny helpless spots, then." The animatronic poked your belly button, making your legs wobble a little. "Your knees seem a bit lonely… maybe we can fix it."
"Wait, no!" With a shove you managed to get out of his grip, quickly putting a few steps between you and that hoarse, teasy voice that continued to whisper next to your ear. You both remained frozen, pretending to ignore the few giggles that succeeded in slipping from your mouth. Moon tilted his head, wiggling his fingers in your direction. "No. You mentioned a game. What is it?"
He beamed, eyes shining in a trickery playfulness. "It's rather easy, you see. One of my brother's favorites, actually. All you need to do is keep your arms up while the bomb is tickling, oh, I mean, ticking, and the moment it explodes all you have to do is just not laugh."
"If-" you snorted and bapped a hand of his away when it got too much closer. "If I win, then I am free to go and to get some revenge."
That made him stop, his head frozen in the middle of its bobbing, eyes squinting in suspicion.
You only grinned back at him.
"If I win," he said carefully, as if measuring the value of his words. "You will have to tell me your worst spot."
One million thoughts speeded through your mind, unhelpfully, as you analyzed your options.
“Deal.”
His grin came back at full force. With a fast spin your back collided with his chestplate (which was surprisingly soft for a robotic endoskeleton, did they put cotton between it and his clothes? It would definitely bring much more comfort for the kids when carrying them around) and he pulled your arms to lock fingers behind his neck.
“It won’t be too difficult for you, I presume. You’re not ticklish, afterall.” That damned low voice was back, right behind your ear, making a new wave of warmth blossom in your face. His fingertips pressed on your biceps. They were vibrating. That little cheater. “Remember: all you have to do is just not. laugh.”
Moon began to make a ‘chhh’ noise as his attack descended your arms, a muffled squeal trying to break your barriers when he added tiny sparks of electricity, really, really weak, just enough to hit the muscle and tickle like hell.
He stopped right at the top of your armpit.
You held your breath, arms trembling, squirming to protect the vulnerable spot.
“BOOM!”
But it was wasn’t the sudden noise breaking the previously quiet atmosphere that made you jump, it was the unfair, illegal, unjust, evil surprise attack on you hips, fingers drumming on the flesh and leading to a shriek to leave your lips, a buzzing raspberry being placed on your neck being enough to crumble your will and result in peals of laughter spilling freely from your barriers.
“CHEHEHEATER!”
“For not tickle-tickle-tickling your armpits, blushy toy? Let me fix this mistake, then.” And now there were hands digging on your underarms, poking and scratching and changing their target to your ribs or belly when you were just about to get used to the feeling, his excited giggles mixing with your snorts and squeals, dancing together in the air.
"Don't worry." He said, scanning you again and smiling a tad more softly when, just like his first scan, the results came back showing high levels of dopamine and oxytocin, not a trace of discomfort in your features as your loud laughter filled the daycare. "We will stay here for hours and hours until a certain Tickle Bug finally admits how ticklish and giggly they are. Now, let's have some fun."
#the game is inspired in a prank I heard about sdfghjksdfgh#Ler!Moon#Ticklish!Reader#Lee!Reader#fnaf sb tickles#Kanene's requests#Kanene's fic#oh my I feel a bit silly sdfghjudfgh first time writing this kind of fic. So cool but also a tad keysmash#Kanene's askys#Moon!anon is precious#Thank you a lot for your request!#It was v fun to write#:DDD#Ler!Moondrop#Kanene's fanfic#xreader#fnaf sb tickling#I did my best to not use any pronouns but I ended up writing a 'they' in the end. oh well
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Seven.
pairing: fairy!xreader x jakob grimm
word count: 1,771
warnings: none
summary: a young fairy remembers their favorite playmate from childhood, soon discovering their fondness has grown into something much more.
notes: hello!! I know it’s been a while since I’ve written anything & this is probably not what anyone was expecting me to post, but I was reading @ledgersdoll ‘s fic about Jakob with a fairy!reader & it inspired me to come up with something similar of my own. this is based off of one of the actual brothers grimm tales about fairies & that is where much of the lore is inspired from. if you want to give your read the same vibes as when I wrote it, listen to seven by taylor swift while reading.
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Humans and their race in kind knew little of the existence of mythical beings within their world, far less about more elusive ones who kept to themselves, survival fully dependent upon their presence going undetected, far below the radar of any suspecting, or unsuspecting, eyes.
It is common knowledge among the fairy world that humans are barred from learning of their existence. Only the purest souls of the most innocent beings, those of children, are allowed to set foot inside dwellings of the fair folk, but that hadn’t stopped many from attempting to uncover the truth.
Many children had been welcomed with open arms over the years and you had played and danced and ran with them, delighting in their bright spirits and gentle laughter as they bounded after you between the trees. For as long as you or your kind accompanied them, no harm or trouble would ever come.
The children would often forget their stay with the fair folk as they grew into adults, pragmaticism deducing these adventures into distant memories of perhaps playing make-believe with other children of their village or even the wandering dreams of a very vibrant imagination.
It was unheard of when along came one child who had never forgotten.
He had been a mere seven years old the first time he had come along, a coltish, clumsy young boy with wire glasses and a little journal clutched in his hands that he was always scribbling away in like if he didn’t get the words written down fast enough, he might forget and the tone with which they were spoken would be lost on the winds.
The boy, known as Jakob Grimm, had been interesting to you, a young fairy at the time of his visit. He was soft-spoken and very intelligent, far beyond his years it seemed. He was kind, just, thoughtful and giving; qualities of this kind, rare as they were especially among humans, made you feel safe. There had been a certain spark in his eyes then, a glimmer of something that only made far more sense now that you were both older.
There had been no question that you were more than you seemed to be and Jakob delighted in the magic and wonder that surrounded. He was enchanted by that, the raw beauty of the world in which you inhabited and the difference in appearance you possessed, when you felt secure enough to show to him.
Jakob loved the way your (favorite color) wings glowed when the sun shone through them like they were made of stained glass and he was spellbound by your (second favorite color) eyes sparkled when looking at him.
As you played beneath the warm summer sun and leafy boughs overhead, you came to know your Jakob quite well. Turns out, he had a brother who was only a few years older than him, but you had never met him. Jakob described him to you, telling you of his family back home until his dark brown eyes shone with pooled tears and he had to stop himself before he began to cry.
Jakob and this brother of his, named Will as you were told, had recently lost their dear sister to illness and in that moment your heart had broken for him. If you’d been made of glass, certainly you’d have shattered into a million pieces at his feet that day.
You comforted him then though you knew not why he wept so brokenly, not really, until you and he were much older.
You loved your Jakob, your gentle playmate whose heart knew no bounds and treated every living being with as much importance as you or him. Unlike any other child who had crossed paths with you or your village was he and you found that you preferred him far above any others for reasons unknown to you or perhaps you were simply unable to articulate them with the same accuracy he could have.
You knew then that he would be a writer when he was grown, knew from the way he told you things, describing them with vivid imagery and verbiage you had never heard spoken with such eloquence by a child before.
You couldn’t remember when Jakob had stopped visiting you or why, but you remembered him. It happened the same as it always had; one day he was there and the next, he wasn’t. Except, this time it pained you and you couldn’t understand why other than that you had enjoyed your time with him more than most, that much you knew for fact.
Every day would you picture him running alongside you, struggling to keep up and not lose his glasses along the way. You saw him in the trees, in the weeds, in the creek, in every beautiful thing…were there still beautiful things?
How often you thought of him. As days soon became months that turned into years, you couldn’t recall his face, but you still had love. The tides of time had taken away your best friend and that was alright, so long as he felt the love too. Wherever he was now, you were certain that he must. You could sense it in the way the willows bent with the wind, extending their branches towards the water reflecting your face in the moonlight. You felt it in your heart of hearts that he must feel it too.
Neither of you had known it then, but your paths would soon cross again.
It had been another sunny summer day beneath the thick canopy of the ancient German forest, and you were soaking in the sun’s warm rays, tasting both tart and sweet berries that grew on plentiful bushes near the ravine. No humans ever came this far into the forest; you were safe here, or so you had initially thought.
You hadn’t seen him at first glance, seated in the shade of a tall tree, quill poised above a fresh page as he paused in thought of what was to come next in an infinite stream of consciousness and prose. He muttered thoughtfully to himself as he considered one sentence after another, adorably shaking his head in the negative if it did not sound to his liking. Only did his quill begin to move effortlessly across the page once more when he deemed it proper to begin again, structure and voice carefully crafted to perfection, his perfection. His beauty. His image.
You watched the young man from behind a tree, eyes carefully trained on him as he paid no mind to what was around him. Presently, you noticed that he wore the same round glasses which your Jakob had worn all those many years ago and as he had then lifted his head to push them further up the bridge of his nose, you gasped in recognition.
The slight noise of surprise must’ve startled him, for he looked up in an instant, eyes scanning the trees for any sign of movement or indication of another presence in his midst. Something told you he knew that you were there, as you pressed yourself against the trunk of the tree where you were hiding, waiting for him to return to his work.
You knew the repercussions if a grown human were to see you, although most adults lacked the ability to do so. While children had open minds and bright imaginations, much of that became lost within the aging process and adult humans were much more skeptical of what they could not see or prove its existence.
Though there had been something different within Jakob and even though time had ripped him from you much too soon, you remembered him. Years of lost time had brought him back to you now and once again would you know his face anywhere. It mattered not what you had been told or how humans were to perceive you; Jakob was different. You knew there was no way he could forget you. You did not want to forget him ever again.
“Is someone there?” his soft voice called to you through the trees and you knew it was him. You would have recognized the voice, aged by adulthood and much deeper than the child’s voice you remembered from your youth, but the inflections remained the same.
You stepped out from your hiding spot without a another thought and the second you had done so, a wild wind whipped past like an expulsion of air from lungs. You knew what it meant: you had knowingly exposed yourself to an adult human and therefore, your village was bound to flee and relocate somewhere safe.
If you did not hurry to catch up, you would be left behind. You knew the repercussions, you knew them well, but it did not matter. From the look on his face, Jakob knew them too, a distant memory resurfaced due to the reconfirmation of your existence and the onslaught on his senses that had caused.
He was standing there now, journal discarded at his feet, and he stumbled over his words then like he used to when he was younger and filled with such excitement he could hardly get the words out.
“Y/N…?” he had barely gotten the name past his lips and his face was taut with recollection, vindicated somehow like his entire existence felt like a lie until this very moment. Something snapped into place, but the costs did not slip his mind; you had given, essentially, your life for him. Everything you had known before him and since, you no longer knew, but he did. He was your future and Jakob knew it without affirmation.
Melancholy in reality, your reunion was, but you threw yourself at him then, arms around his neck as you held him to you. It was no question whether he saw you or not or why. Your heart had missed the other, Jakob’s softness the counterpart of your own. No question whether you had been real or not; he had always known.
He pulled you to him and fond kisses spilled upon your cheeks, like gentle pattering raindrops; how long you’d waited for this very moment, to be kissed by him, to be held in loving arms. You missed the unusual boy you had grown to love in childhood and yearned for in adulthood. Nothing had ever felt so right.
Your Jakob had always believed in magic and the unknown. Seeing wasn’t always believing and you could speak to that sentiment, as there was much you knew and more you didn’t, but one thing was true: he was yours before you’d known you were his.
#heath ledger#heath ledger imagine#heath ledger x reader#jakob grimm#the brothers grimm#jakob grimm x reader#biblio :: 📖
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Times Like These Really Make Fond Memories
A/n: Maglor teaches Lindir how to play the harp in Imladris. For @maglorslostsilmaril it is inspired from their repost. i have no idea how to play a harp or what lessons involve so this is purely guesing, i hope you can enjoy.
Sorry for any Grammar and/or spelling mistakes they are not my strong suit since I am dyslexic.
Headcanons: Elrond Adopts Lindir, Elrond Finds Maglor wondering the shores of Middle Earth and takes him to Imladris.
T/W: non really, just fluff and a little angsty boy Maglor not really i can't write Maglor Angst he's to precious.
Ps. Maglor and Elrond both need hugs.
The stars reflected off of the pond which sat in the gardens below Elrond's study, the Lord was working late on Important paperwork Erestor had been nagging on about, a cool spring breeze made it's way threw the open windows, Elrond sighed and leaned back in his chair he glanced to his empty cup of chamomile tea which was fending of the impending headache he had coming.
Elrond's relaxing break soon came to an end when there was a sound of a Nazgul screeching coming from his gardens, Elrond rubbed his temples in vain to stop the headache, when Elrond realised it was no longer working he went to investigate the sound of the dying pig that was interrupting the peaceful evening.
When the Lord got down to the gardens he was pleasantly surprised to what he saw, hidden away in a smaller garden not many knew about was Maglor sitting on the grass behind a young Lindir who had a harp in his hand.
Lindir noticed Elrond before Maglor did, "M-my Lord E-Elrond I am sorry if I have disturbed you in anyway" Lindir stuttered still awkward since the day Elrond had adopted the young elfling.
"I do not mind, you are learning my little song bird, things take time to be good at, it must of taken Maglor a very long time to be as good as he is" Elrond said joining the two
"It is as if dâd was born with the talent, ada" Lindir huffed in somewhat defeat
"That is far from true, my seven brothers complained that i was so bad at playing the harp, but I however didn't have a teacher, you do, you have the best Mistreal in all of Valinor teaching you Song Bird, you could be even greater than I am" Maglor said as he took Lindir's wrists
"That explains why you sound like that, a harp is suppose to be easy to learn, you are two tense relax your hands, think that you are gliding your fingers over water" Maglor said as he positioned Lindir's fingers in the right placements again
"When you pluck, try to close your fingers into your palm to give good leverage as well as prevent your finger's from stiffening up. think as if you have a very delicate butterfly in your hand close your hand into a flat, loose fist. try keeping your elbows out from both sides so there remains enough space between your arms and body" Elrond noted to Lindir, Maglor glanced up to Elrond.
"I learned a thing or two from observing you play ada" Elrond said Maglor chuckled
"Of course you did" Maglor said a rather harmonious sound came from the harp the two saw Lindir's frown of concentration twist into a smile and a look of success.
It really was moments like these that made fond memories, to the point where Elrond did not bother with his paper work until the next morning, and he was glad because the harmonious music Maglor was teaching Lindir floated threw his study windows with the cool spring air.
A/N: feel free to request xreader, head cannon fics, characterxcharacter, i will make a post on my rules for requests soon, and I'll attempt to figure out how to make a masterlist.
Elvish Translations:
Ada - Father
dâd - Grandfather
#the hobbit#lord of the rings#the silmarillion#elves#elrond#jrr tolkien#lindir#lotr#middle earth#silmarillion#maglor#sons of feanor#feanorians#fluff#elven fluff#lotr elves#tolkien elves#imladris#rivendell#lord elrond#erestor#tolkien#Elrond adopted Lindir#third age#the last homely house
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Dazai Osamu x reader
💌 Reading into the palms of isekai bullshit:
Chapter 4 💌
Summary: You were no stranger to isekai bullshit. It’s not like you had a problem with it. The genre took over the anime scene for years now but you try to stay away from thinking about how you would handle the situation. The last time you thought about inserting yourself into your favorite show you wrote a 100k word xReader fic for your favorite characters and you didn’t want to spend all your time consumed by the brainrot again. Never again, you promised yourself that was the last time you’d let the devil on your shoulder win. You clicked on chapter 1 to start the adventure over again but when you opened your eyes and saw Dazai O-FUCKING-samu getting choked by Kunikida you honestly hoped it was a dream.
Notes: Another isekai so I can play around with BSD like dolls.
💌 Word count: 1,970 💌 <= Previous Chapter | Next Chapter =>
The next few days will be boring for you since Dazai was taken by the port mafia. Being a non combatant also kind of sucked because it meant that you were basically useless on the front lines. You mostly spent your time doing office work and or following Ranpo around like a lost puppy getting him snacks whenever he wanted. Honestly with how bored you felt it seemed like he was rubbing off on you. Although you still didn’t forgive him after that last stunt. The sugar fiend was so pleased with himself when he saw you that morning. Although you should have expected as much.
Atsushi was concerned over Dazai’s disappearance but you spilled the beans that he was taken on purpose to try and figure out what was up with the bounty on his head. That actually made him feel worse but before he could ask you too many questions Ranpo pulled you away leaving Atsushi alone to run errands with Yosano. You sighed seeing how satisfied Ranpo was as if he was a major hero stopping a great calamity.
“Still doesn’t make up for giving Dazai the drawing but I’ll accept the apology.”
It wasn’t long until Kyouka was taken in and you were once again pushed to the side. Now you think you understand how Ranpo feels about knowing the ending of books. Again you stayed out of the fun only dropping your two cents when absolutely necessary. Atsushi asked if you wanted to tag along but you begrudgingly turned them down. Meaning you’d miss out on getting crepes later. You’d have to go out on your own time to get some. Which gave you an idea but it was still a day too early or was it? You remember Dazai pretended to be held longer but when did he actually sneak back? As the day came to an end you took your leave making sure no one else was around. You relaxed against his door in the standard cool guy position and started knocking.
“.... . -.-- , / .-- .- -. -. .- / --. . - / -.-. .-. . .--. . …”
“Hey, wanna get crepes”
He’d understand the morse code right? You had to look up a chart to figure it out. A brief moment passed with no answer. Oh well, you would still go to get a crepe. You were about to leave when you finally heard a very soft knocking from the otherside.
“.-- .... -.--”
“Why”
You had to pause, looking up what he said before you smirked to yourself. “If you do, I won't tell anyone you came back already.~” You said it in a sing-song way like it wasn’t a soft threat. There was a short beat before the door quickly opened and he pulled you inside. You yelped as you stumbled backwards but he put his hand over your mouth pulling you closer so he could close the door before anyone else saw. “Now what’s the real reason?” He seemed slightly irritated that you disturbed his peace.
Ever since you came into the picture it feels like you can see through him and he's not used to someone else being able to do that since Chuuya. He's still wracking his brain trying to figure out how you do it because it still doesn't add up. Especially since Chuuya minded his own business for the most part and you've practically made it your goal to win this game that Dazai swears you both are not playing. You saw his palm twice, how can you know him like the back of your hand? He’s done his research and that’s not how palm reading works at all! You shouldn’t be able to get names from his palm or very specific details the way you’ve been. When he talked to Ranpo before Kyushu he was so sure that you weren’t reading palms at all but still it couldn’t be an ability so it had to be a secret third thing that he still hasn’t found out about. Disappointed would be an understatement for how deranged he felt when Ranpo came back and you saw through his trap. There was only one other person who has managed to counter his predictions in this way and he’s sure you are not a demon like he and Fyodor are. So what gives?
“Well Atsushi took the new girl for crepes and it sounded good. I can’t ask Ranpo out of spite. Yosano would rather get a drink. Kunikida doesn’t eat sugar past a certain hour and actually I didn’t even think about asking Kenji now that you mention it.” You played dumb making up random excuses as neither of you moved to change the position you were in. You were still being held slightly into his chest and leaned back far enough to need Dazai’s hold on you to stay balanced “Besides I figured you’d wanna get the taste out of your mouth after being reunited with your ex. I assume all you’ve had was cheap booze and canned crab?” He only frowned as you glanced over to his lazy set up. It looked like he was genuinely weighing out his options before his sinister smirk rested on his lips. He needed to gain the upperhand somehow. "Admit that you missed me and I'll go."
"What?" You were dumbstruck. You were the one with leverage. It was you who was supposed to be making demands not following orders. "You heard me just tell me that you missed me." He sneered, "I'm just trying to help you be more honest-"
"I missed you." Your cheeks were warmed by the confession but you held firm with no hesitation. Your voice was soft yet strong as if it was intended for his ears only. Like it was supposed to be your little secret.
Dazai was in a state of bewilderment, astonished that you actually said it back to him. He really didn't expect you to, and he didn't think it would be so genuine. He marveled at you for a while, for once he was at a loss for words. Your eyes held an unwavering conviction over the sentiment that he would rather not think about. Originally he was trying to garner more control over the position you placed him in but now it appears he's the one who played himself. He lowered his gaze letting his bangs shield his vision as he shifted you upright. Your unwavering stare made him tense. He wasn't used to this feeling of being uncomfortable. You really were his belladonna.
"Okay."
Dazai sounded far away from himself. You desperately wondered what was running through his head. He started unbuttoning his vest as he opened his closet to pull out some more casual attire. He ran his hand through his hair pseudo slicking it back throwing on a pair of glasses. By the end Dazai looked like a different person as you went to get your reward. When you got there he ordered for you but you paid knowing that you were the one who invited, or well, forced him to come it should be your treat. Of course it was no surprise to you that Dazai had ordered you both the “Romeo and Juliet” which was chocolate ice cream, with freshly cut strawberries, two pieces of pocky, whipped cream and drizzled with chocolate sauce. You wonder if Dazai got it because of the flavor or because of the name because he couldn’t pass up the double suicide reference. Even if he didn’t order for you it’s the one you would have chosen because the one you wanted to try was already sold out and it was the next bestseller.
It was golden hour, painting the sky in beautiful yellows, oranges and hints of reds and purples. There seemed to be less people out and about right now which was good for Dazai. It also meant that you and him got to share this moment completely unbothered. Watching the sun set over the city and eating something sweet would be the perfect end to the peace. You had maybe a day or two before the guild showed up on your doorstep and you weren’t looking forward to the week of chaos when Q gets released into the world. Dazai had been unusually quiet but you didn’t mind just the fact that he came with you was enough. As you ate the last bite you noticed some of the ice cream dripped on the back of your hand. You were about to wipe it away with a napkin when Dazai finally spoke, grabbing for your hand.
“If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.”
He licked it up, placing a gentle kiss to where it used to be giving you a playful look. Little does Dazai know you actually played Juliet in highschool so without missing a beat you shifted your hands as you spoke.
“Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.”
He didn’t seem that surprised as you continued the scene if anything he hummed with enthusiasm. “Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?” Dazai smirked, leaning into your personal space. You wonder how far he’ll go “Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.”
“O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.”
Dazai interlace your fingers giving you eyes that pierced your soul. Were you guys playing chicken right now? Was this nerd chicken? If this was you didn’t want to lose but no matter what you did, it would be his win since you already took the bait. Savvy as always, he has tied you to a stake you cannot fly.
“Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.” You had to come up with something otherwise you won’t hear the end of it.
“Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.” Dazai brought his free hand up to your cheek. You watched as his eyes closed as he started closing the distance. You quickly placed the kiss on his cheek instead of his lips. You whispered against his ear before pulling away “I already told you, saints do not move, and I am not that easy.” Implying that you weren’t a saint you grinned smugly.
He exhaled out of his nose “No you are not.” He matched your smile and stood up. Dazai was about to let go of your hand but you tighten your grip “Who said you could let go?” You would yield this round but that didn’t mean you were going to throw in the towel. You wanted to make it clear that you were enjoying the game. “Then after you my little belladonna~”
“With pleasure my little snake.” It didn’t have the same ring as mackerel but you tried.
You held hands all the way back to the dorm. The coast was clear but who knows for how long. You let go of his hand when you were outside of his room. “I won’t tell, scouts honor.” you held out your pinky to him. Everyone knows that pinky promises hold the most gravity in the court of law. After he shook on it he softly but swiftly made his escape.
You hummed to yourself “Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be-” you stopped, he wouldn't hear you so what’s the point “A few days from now.” You sighed, retiring to your room as well.
What you didn’t know was that Dazai did hear it from the other side of the door and he was smiling to himself.
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Sebastian stan and his wife reader brings their son or daughter to first grade school for the first time. Sebastian got a little emotional his kid is all grown up
My Kid Is Growing Up Too Fast- Sebastian Stan Wife!xreader fan fic request
Summary: Sebastian and Y/N bring their son to their first grade school for the first time and Sebastian tears up in happiness and sadness that his son is growing up
Warnings: angsty, fluff, emotional moments, fluff comfort, soft daddy Sebastian, let me know if I miss anything
-Sebastian’s POV-
Today is the day that Y/N and I bring our son Tommy to first grade and I cannot believe how fast our time went and that he is already gonna be going to grade school but I am so excited to drive him to school with Y/N this morning and I know she’s nervous about leaving him but I know he will have fun and make a lot of friends.
“Alright buddy, do you have everything Tommy?” I asked him and helped him put his small backpack on. Tommy nodded his head and said “yea! I’m ready dad!” I gave him a high five and said “that’s my boy, did you eat breakfast??” He nodded walking to the door and said “yes dad I had a waffle with peanut butter and some fruit.” I smiled and said “oh yum! That sounds delicious Tommy, alright let’s get in the car we gotta get to you to school.”
Y/N got in the car with us and we drove to his school and when we got there I parked the car and I helped him out and Y/N held his hand and said “alright sweetie first day of school, how ya feeling honey??” He shrugged and said “hmm ok I guess are you ok mommy?” She smiled and kissed his head and said “oh honey I just… I can’t believe how fast you are growing up before my eyes.” Tommy hugged his mom and said “love you mommy.” She hugged him and gave him his backpack and said “I love you too baby have fun and make some friends and behave ok?” He nodded and I knelt down by Tommy and said “alright son I’m sure you’ll be the hit of the class you are very smart and a great kid do your best son.”
Y/N and I watched him head inside the school with the other kids and he looked back at us sometimes and we both waved to him and we smiled at him and Y/N blew him a kiss. I looked at Y/N and noticed she was crying and I was trying to not cry but I started to cry and I hugged Y/N and said “baby I miss our son already..” she rubbed my back while hugging me and said “I know Seb but he’ll be ok he’s a tough kid babe.”
I smiled and nodded my head rubbing the back of my neck and said “you’re right Y/N, thank you for having a child honey I love you and our son so much.” She smiled and kissed me and said “oh Sebastian I love you so much and we got very lucky with Tommy.” I nodded my head and kissed her forehead and I looked into her eyes with love and said “very lucky doll, our famieverything I’ve never been so happy, I can’t wait to see what’s in store for our family and I bet Tommy will learn so much.”
-Y/N’s POV-
Later in the afternoon I went to go pick up Tommy from school with Sebastian and he was dressed as Bucky coming from filming and he still had the metal arm on him and Tommy went to go say hi and some kids hung on his arm while he talked with some of the other parents and the moment I saw Tommy come ver to me I went to hug him and said “hi baby!! Oh my goodness I missed you!!” He smiled at me and said “hi mommy!!” We hung out at the park at the school for a bit while Tommy played with a few of the kids and then later I got Tommy strapped in the car and he told Sebastian all about school and when we got home I opened up his backpack and Tommy said “mommy when can we have a pet??” I wondered where that came from and I said “you wanna have a pet huh?” He nodded and said “yea! A dog was at school today and I got to pet it!”
We sat on the couch by Sebastian and I looked at him and signaled him to talk to him and Sebastian shrugged and picked up Tommy to have him sit on his lap and said “well buddy maybe when you’re a bit older, having a dog takes a lot is responsibility and dogs need a lot of love and attention and constant care.” Tommy said “I understand daddy, so maybe when I’m older?” I could tell he was really wanting a dog and I kissed his head and I chuckled softly and I said “we can talk about it alright Tommy?” He smiled and said “alright mom!” Sebastian turned on the tv and had us watch a movie together and Tommy kept telling us how much he loved school and I loved how Tommy was already loving first grade.
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Running Like Water
Chapter 5
whats playing: Dark but Just a Game by Lana Del Rey
pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)
fic warnings: Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues, first few chapters are flashbacks to high school, they WILL NOT be explicit just fluff.
fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I'm bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon
word count: 6.9k
Javier walked your groggy body into your house.
Your mother didn’t bat an eye at it, you were still a kid in that manner, you slept in cars and like a little kid, you would have to be carried limp into the house because when you were out… well you were out.
Frankie came out of his room when Javier helped you to your room. Making it a note to tell your mom to undress you. Javier’s heart was pounding afraid that what he had just done with you was written all over his face. So seeing his best friend just minutes after Javier felt his heart drop. He just had his best friends little sister whining into his mouth.
The noises you made, Javier couldn’t think straight. He so desperately wanted to know the other noises you’d make, when it wasn’t just a kiss. Javier was ready to make it more, he hadn’t really thought it through when his hands pulled your dress up. He had just wanted to feel your bare legs pressed against him.
He wanted to feel you, he knew he shouldn’t and he knew you deserved more than such a dirty touch in a parking lot but at the moment he would’ve given you anything you asked.
His chest falls at the sight of Frankie in his sleep pants and t shirt. A face of suspicion, Javier feels an instant sense of urgency to leave. “Hey…” Javier drags taking another look at your bedroom door.
Frankie narrows his eyes, “She drunk?”
Javier’s brows screw in disapproval. He’d never let that happen, not on his watch. “No, tired, you know how she is. Dead weight the second she closes her eyes.” He chuckles lowly, trying to hide whatever shame he felt in that moment. He’d kiss you again if he was given the opportunity, that he was sure of. He was also sure that he’d feel this guilty every time, especially facing your big bro.
Maybe you didn’t care to recognize it, because the two of you argued so much but Javier knew. You were Frankie’s baby sister, despite the closeness in age his protective bone was just at violent and irrational as Javier’s when it came to you.
Frankie trusts Javier, but not enough. “Alright man, thanks for looking after her.” He steps forward and grips his shoulder. Javier smiles and makes his way out of the house.
Despite a bubble of guilt in his stomach he drove down the road with a small smile. All night you were tempting him and you hadn’t known. That’s what drove him crazy. Your innocence, that despite having some experience with boys you still had no clue what you did to him. It started with your dress, he could tell you chose to wear a different kind of bra. He noticed when he drove you to the function, when the wind blew through your hair. You had sat next to him in his truck with a small blush, he wanted to pull over and go against all his morals.
Because it was wrong, there were a lot of things wrong.
He had just broken up with his girlfriend.
You were his best friends little sister
He knew he was leaving soon, and he hadn’t bothered to say
Then it was just walking into the party with you. He liked the eyes falling on you and quickly parting they realized it was Javier by your side. Javi would never say it out loud but he was definitely indoctrinated by the slightest bit of that machismo-esque thinking. His dad was a tough yet sensitive man so Javier turned out the same. And Javier not really growing up around women...he turned out pretty well. Though that flaw came through, that biting need to be a protected and provider. So he liked towering behind you, next to you or in front of you. You liked it too, maybe just as much as him.
You looked so pretty to Javi, so pretty. And in the first few minutes, maybe hour of the party he tried to fight that. Sitting in his chair thinking of leaving you behind, leaving Frankie and his dad. You weren’t helpless, he knew that. He knew that he could leave for twenty years and return to see you strong, happy and healthy. He thought about how different it would be if he came to visit after years, after you grow up-after the two of you grow up. He wonders if he could live with you being married with kids. Christ, that scared him. He looks to you as you lean over to speak to the boy with a shit eating grin.
He sat and thought of you and that boy starting a life. Javier was jealous of the way you giggled at all of his jokes. His jaw ticking when you leaned over and gripped Xavier’s hand with a giggle. Javier almost scoffed, then leaned back and tried to wash away those thoughts. It was when you had interpreted his jealousy as being annoyed by your presence that Javier desperately attempted to switch the air, make you happy to be with him even if it was just a night. Javier tried with the party favor that you found pretty, it made you laugh and that was enough. Your hand grazing up his thigh and the lower side of his belly went taut. Then it was the song, fucking Juan Gabriel, Javier never really danced at family events but he also got a kick out of embarrassing you. Your puerto rican ass being out of place in a dance floor of Mexican men and women who danced like it was their job.
Shamefully-well. Javier wanted to be close to you in a way that he knew was normal, at least in his culture. You dance with anyone, anyone. So there you were, Andrea tight up against Javier. How was he ever going to leave after that night, he wasn't sure.
Then Xavier ripped you from his aching hands and Javier could only sit and watch with a death glare. You dance with anyone, anyone. Fuck that, you were lucky that Javier didn't interrupt earlier, and to think he tried to imply that you had been some sort of home-wrecker. Tension in between his shoulder blades tightened so kissing you was the only way to release all of that. To free himself of the image of Xavier grazing his fingers up your ribs.
Oh god.
You used to rewatch Carrie reciting the words, you had your own copy that you hid from your mom because she said that movie was a “demonic mess”, there was some real irony about that. Maybe it was an unsettling choice but you loved it. You loved its way and display of religious shame, “And Eve was weak and loosed the raven on the world, and the raven was called Sin, and the first Sin was intercourse.” You were only twelve when you snuck into the theater, you replayed that scene of Margaret White over Carries tearful body, Margaret hitting her shaking daughter with the bible as she tells her that God punishes her with a period, with lustful thoughts. You decided it was your favorite movie. All of the things Carrie’s mother hated you loved, lust, sin, and a boy you shouldn't. Tempted by the anti-christ.
You replayed the movie in your head when you were bored. You thought of people like Margaret, people who saw all things beautiful and natural about a woman as a sin. You thought of all of your sin. You wrote gods name without capitalization, you were envious of Lorraine, you touched yourself in your bed at-. You replayed that, again and again, you pressed up on his truck, you replayed that in your head in those moments. You’d be breathless, cheek pressed into your pillow and your back stuck in its arched position. Lust, that’s a sin you were willing to take on.
The following morning you slept a lot, trying to maybe itch your brain to continue the make out session in your dream. You woke up officially at two in the afternoon, you were still on cloud 9, worked up. You almost considered walking or biking to Javier’s house and find out if he’d do it again with a clearer mind. Who were you fooling, you were far too shy for that.
You stayed in your room that day, walking to the mirror to see if anything had changed in your appearance. Nothing.
That Sunday you went shopping for food with your mama, you wanted to run into him. You wanted to tell someone that only two nights ago you kissed the boy you dreamt of. When you went home you twisted and turned in your sheets thinking of his lips elsewhere, dragging, licking. He held you up, you moved thinking of his grip. It was all enough, it was enough.
Monday you had class, you had a pep in your step. You bumped the ends of your hair, wore a fitting shirt, lip gloss that was on his lips. Frankie side eyed you before he drove the two of you off to school. You felt amazing, there weren’t doubts. You were good at doubting, every action even if it was obvious just never felt like enough, you could never be too sure. You never wanted to jump to a conclusion and think that this small touch is proof that he wants me. Or, he called me beautiful, he must be in love with me too. It wasn’t that simple.
A kiss, a groan, and a grab, that was simple. That was an answer.
No, it wasn’t him saying I’m in love with you Andrea. But it was an answer of wanting, he did it first, he physically pulled you into him, he moaned when you licked him, he lifted your dress above your knees. His hands were itching for more, that was an answer. Lust, who would deprive themselves from something that good. Whatever the more was, you were ready to give it.
You didn’t see him in school in the morning, you played it cool because it usually was this way. You really only saw him following your lunch break. You avoided Xavier in the halls, and Daniel. You were extra pippy around Monica, and she asked, “What’s up you hook up with Javier or something.”
Your heart fell to your ass but you just laugh loudly and call her an idiot. Spot on girlie.
You had two tests that day, school was coming to an end just next week. You loved that feeling, when the classrooms are so hot and everyone’s antsy to be literally anywhere else, when people were throwing so many parties you were sleeping in late even on a school night. Picking up yearbooks, cap and gown fittings, flip flops, shorts, spirit weeks, senior pranks and the cool teachers having end of year parties in class. There was that excitement bubbling in your stomach along with the thought of seeing Javier. You decided that it wasn’t going to be awkward because he was single. And you knew Javier, and he knew you.
You were kind of beat though, you hadn’t seen him all day but as you were locking away whatever you didn’t feel like carrying home you spotted him. Ten lockers down, back facing you. His broad figure never failed to confuse, he had only been two years older yet he felt truly like such a man, he stuck out like a sore thumb in the halls, especially being a junior at that.
Oh god, you were actually nervous then. You were blushing instantly, your stomach pitting at the thought of your hands flattening over his back. You shut the locker and swing your bag against your shoulder, walking, not too fast, don’t be too eager.
You get close enough to be heard over the dismissal chatter, “Javi,” You smile, get a grip Andrea. You watch the back of his head move, before he turns fully, his face drained of color at the sight of your smile, ear to ear.
His blonde companion mirroring your joyful expression. Your lips quirk in a frown, too quickly, very obviously. Javier is staring at you with a face of shame, embarrassment, regret, sadness. Oh and your stomach, it was in waves. Lorraine moved from behind him to next to him, her hand gently placed on his forearm. You stop once your close.
Had he lied? Had you really been a homewrecker that night? Had he just needed you as a reminder to get back with the better version. Were you bad? Regrettable, ugly, young, inexperienced, too much? It all coursed in your brain at that moment before Lorraine greets you.
“Andrea, oh my gosh you look so dolled up what’s the occasion?” Its innocent but so taunting in your head. Had she cheated for real? You couldn’t even be mad at the moment, not at her. Javier has the nerve to look down as she points it out, he knows why you looked this way. You hadn’t known that Javier was fighting back a rare display of emotions when he saw you smile so brightly. He always had those eyes, those big brown puppy dog eyes, so full of discomfort. Your chest rises and falls in a hiccup like breath, you can’t stand to look at him.
Teeth digging on the inside of your lip, “Oh, no occasion just had more time this morning.”
“Well, do you want Javier to drop you, you don’t mind right?” She leans into him and he nods. No. No.
“No, I have a ride, just wanted to say bye.” You exclaim with a shaky voice and hurry yourself from them. You felt Javier nearly reach for you as you left with quickness, you could even hear Lorraine ask a is she alright? Had you been the person Javier cheated with, was it Javi the whole time? You continued to chew on your inner lip to keep from crying as you exited the school building.
You thought that first week that Lorraine and Javier became an item would be the death of you. You had been so heartbroken. But this, nothing compared to this. If it weren’t for your mom barging into you room every morning, you probably would have hidden in your room that entire week. You still walked into school head strong despite your big teenage heart break. You were cordial with the two but not as friendly, Lorraine noticed. You waved at the two and went on your way, Javier’s eyes still so big and full of regret when he saw your aching fake smile. A handsome look too. His hair was getting longer, and facial hair itching to grow.
You walked home every day, your calves burning by the time you made it home. You had a desperate need by Thursday to get fucked up. You tried to tell yourself it was the weather, that perfect spring breeze when you walked home, it gave you that bubbling feeling to party. But you knew deep down you just wanted to find a way to forget this.
Officially it was Friday, a week had been a week since he kissed you. Those four days offered you a lot of time to doze, look off at a wall corner in class and just wonder. Had the kiss been a wake up call? Was he drinking more than you thought-you hadn’t tasted it on his lips. You had that sick feeling every day that maybe you were in the wrong, that Javi lied about Lorraine and he wanted to try you out that night. The kiss lingered still. As you convinced yourself that you were the other woman, you still couldn't help but replay the moment. The potential scandal.
Lick, he licked into you. A lick, you never knew you'd like that. You felt that warm bubble in your stomach when your mom picked up the prom pictures from Walgreens. She forced you in some of the pictures despite you not being old enough to attend. Javier like always found any way to hold you when taking pictures. You knew he was just being his normal affectionate self. But you began to reanalyze everything after your shared moment.
So you knew that you had to try to forget that. Warm weather, party.
You had been occasionally going to parties, actually every party you heard about- you were there. It was phase you got into around late march. And getting drunker than you should was a part of the ritual.
Drunk enough to have to avoid going home and facing your mama. In your drunken state you were always keen on finding Daniel and doing… stuff with him. You two had done all the basic teenager shit, anything you could that would still consider you a virgin when you walked out the room. You were waiting for something to feel good enough to kick Javier’s face out of your head. But you were doomed on that whole “forget Javi” plan since you made sure you were drunk and barely felt any of whatever Daniel would do to you in your pants. And, after a kiss from Javier you knew that it would take a lot to top it, you had been so willing to give all of yourself to him in that moment, the thought of Daniel trying to fuck you—well it almost made you laugh.
Still you kept your routine. You would hook up and then you’d cry drunk in Monica’s car on the way back to her house-she doesn’t drink because her family- “son todos alcohólicos.”
Friday, Junior (the senior with the big house 20 minutes- walking-from your own) threw a party for his girlfriend’s birthday which was intended to be a small get together, but word spread during 3rd period and Monica promised you a ride back to her house.
Mama would kill you if you ever walked into that house drunk, especially at 16.
You and Monica usually split during parties and since Liandra had been grounded for a week after her quince since her mom found a condom in her bedside drawer- she wasn’t there. Not like she’d stick around either. You didn’t mind it any more like you did earlier in the year, you would just make your way around the party and talk to people who would never say hi in the halls- then you’d look for Daniel.
You had spotted him around drink number four. Without a hello he asked you to follow him into a room. You followed with that drunken confidence you always seemed to have before actually getting down to the sexual part of the night. That’s when your nerves sober up. It was obviously Juniors parents’ office, bookshelves, scattered and open notebooks laid out on a desk. A couch mirroring it. It was like jackpot for him, his eyes lighting up and holding your hand to walk you to it.
As you sat Daniel started asking you about your week, but your drunken body and Javier laced mind practically pounced him. Half of it was because you were quite the horny drunk and the other half was not wanting to speak the details of your week because that meant Javi, Javi and Javi again. Daniel didn’t seem to mind as he fully accepted the weight of your body on top of his.
After maybe-4 minutes of sloppy drunk kissing- he trapped your wrist and moved your hand slowly to his pants. Those sober nerves kicked in because he hadn’t asked you to do anything to him, until now.
Fuck it, if I’m bad I could just say I was drunk and not performing at my best capability.
Obviously.
He pulled himself out and you continued on with what you thought was good. You had once sneaked a peak at a porn video Liandra had stolen from her brother, but all of that shit seemed so fake. And no one ever spoke to you about these things. It was a bit too taboo even in the year 1980. Not even Genie or Lorraine kissed and tell'd, they spared you of any details. Well besides prom night. You wondered if it had escalated to this last Friday, would Javier be okay with it being your first time. You felt like he’d teach you, tell you. Another part of you felt like it would be you that would be taken care of-that he wouldn’t be too keen on you giving, that he would take whatever time he could with what you wanted.
You moan into Daniel at the thought. After some movements and whines, you looked to him, and it seemed like he had no complaints. It was so dark in the room you honestly don’t think you got a full view of his penis, but you just know you didn’t need to do a lot of work.
A groan leaves his mouth for a second. Okay, you must be doing something right.
“Javier wouldn’t be too happy about this huh?” He mumbles. In an instant you felt like the party outside the door had gone silent. Your eyes flicking to his in the dark. The sound of the name that had been circling makes your movements stop immediately and despite your intoxication- your heart still slammed against your rib cage. Feeling like you had gotten caught getting yourself off at the thought of Daniel being him. His eyes widen at the reaction.
You back up on the couch frantically and wipe your hand on its leather profusely. Struggling to get words out, “Wh-why would you say that?” Your obsessive wiping continues, disgust running through your veins. Guilt is the biggest feeling that you could pinpoint in that exact moment, disgust was still there as you watched him urgently tuck himself into his pants muttering an apology.
I need to shower; I need to scrape my body raw.
“No- he- he just hates this- he hates us.” He stands quickly buttoning himself and reaching down to pull you from the couch, but you bring your knees to your chest and wave him away. “He gets crazy-when he hears about us”
Us? There is no us.
You almost want to bring your hand to cover your mouth in disgust but considering where it had just been-it was not going to help. “Whatever you think us is- it’s not.” You slur, standing up and adjusting the skirt you had on. Oh my god. “I have to go I’m sorry” You continue to wipe your hand on your skirt. You don’t even know why you apologized, he had been so out of line.
You turn to leave the room but he traps your hand, “Please Andrea, please don’t tell Javier-”
A face of confusion is what he’s met with when you snap your arm away, “Oh my god, ew” In a swift moment you open the door and rejoin the crowded party. Stumbling, still dazed and intoxicated. Javi had told you that he didn’t like Daniel and that he told Daniel not to talk about you in a nasty way but the way he begged you in that room…
He wasn’t telling you something.
Monica was pressed against a wall, her boyfriend at her side. You stumble to her, nearly falling before grabbing her arm. Her eyes widen, “Woah Andrea, are you okay.” She laughs and holds you up right. Your mouth waters with nausea, why did he say that? You shake your head.
You bite the inside of your lip and run a nervous hand through your loose hair. “I think I need to go home.” You nod trying to hold up your head, you swear you weren’t this drunk like 10 minutes ago. Monica gives you an empathetic and concerned look before shaking her head.
“I can’t take you back to my house, my dad said I can’t”
A devastated and very dramatic groan leaves your lips, “No- Monica I can’t go home like this, Frankie isn’t even home.” You say in a whine. You look around the room for any familiar faces of people who you would trust taking you back to their home but your eyes just fall back on who’s in front of you because that would be so dumb.
Monica still has a worried look on her face but then peers her head over your shoulder and points, “There’s a house phone over there, maybe you can call Javier?” She suggests and you swear you could feel the world cave beneath you.
“No!” You shout and she narrows her eyes, “No please I can’t he’ll kill me, oh my god he’s going to be so mad” Monica cuts you off by tugging your arm and dragging you to the closed off breakfast nook with a wall phone, tripping over your own feet in the process. You hadn’t even really had a conversation since Friday.
“You do no wrong in his eyes, what’s his number?” She murmurs, picking up the phone. You let out a large sigh before muttering the numbers you had memorized, shamefully. She keeps up with her motherly face of disapproval while dialing and shoving the phone into your ear. This night just couldn’t get more humiliating.
“Who is this?” Your stomach flips at the rasp of his voice, fuck you woke him. God, he sounds so sexy. “Hello?”
You blink quickly realizing you had just been undressing him in your head, “Sorry Javi-”
There is a sounds of bed springs and a thud in your ear, “Andrea?” His tone switch was all too familiar, it was his typical concerned voice- the voice he had with you 60 percent of your friendship. You would be crazy to not be incredibly turned-on at how quick he recognized your voice. Get a grip.
“Yes, I’m really sorry it’s so late- I’m just drunk-”
“Where are you?” The sound of shuffling comes through the phone, and you could hear the chord stretching, A pit of desire forms right in your stomach again. You hadn’t even noticed that Monica walked back to her boyfriend, she had full confidence that Javier would come get you at 2 in the morning.
“Junior’s house, it’s not too far from you, I can walk to your house.”
“Don’t. I’ll be there in a few, just wait outside.” He says before letting the line go dead.
Oh god, were you twirling this chord the whole time?
You looked up at the moonlit sky and prayed to God that this fresh air would sober you up before Javier comes. You were still feeling quite…stimulated. The sound of his voice and his worried and quick response through his grogginess. You hoped that god wasn’t watching you crossing your legs tightly for release on the front steps of the party.
The air was stagnant, and the only noise was the sound of music from in the house. It was peaceful, and it only gave you more time to think of Javier. Had he been shirtless in bed when you called- you swear you could hear him putting on a shirt. You never saw your mother in a relationship so you weren’t sure where you got this jealous nerve in your body. Christ, you have never fwlt bitter, That jealousy coursed through you with such force when Lorraine brought up how good he is in bed.
“Andrea” Daniels voice approaches you from behind, you uncross your legs quickly and turn- making your head spin. Yup, still drunk. He towers you in this position, your eyes looking up to him and him looking down. “I really am sorry; I didn’t mean to ruin the moment” He steps down to level with you as you sat. Bright lights from your left makes you turn quickly, Javier’s truck wheels crunching the gravel. Too many things going on at once for your drunk mind. Daniel doesn’t even pay mind to the car that just pulled in. You look to him with desperation to stop speaking, “No- we’re fine just please go back inside.” You urge, a slammed door ringing in your ears. Daniel still doesn’t notice, obviously he doesn’t because he grabs your face in his hands, rubbing your cheek affectionately.
Oh god.
Your face still being held by Daniels hands as you see Javier walk towards the house with his hands in his pockets, his expression hardening when he notices you sat on the steps and none other than Daniel standing above you, holding your face.
Javier’s hands part from the denim of his pants. You look back to Daniel and grip at his wrists which finally gets his attention. He looks at Javier’s broad figure approaching. And he steps away from you without fail, your hands falling in your lap. Jesus, you’re so drunk your head falls at the absence of his hands.
“Oh- Javier.” Daniel begins and Javier doesn’t even look to him but reaches down to grab you by my arm and pull you upright like a rag doll. His grip was possessive and strong as your feet struggled to do its sole job. He pulls you into his side, his familiar arm wrapping around your waist to hold you straight.
With his nostrils flared he looks to Daniel. And with a painfully stern voice he grits, “If you ever touch her again, I swear to god I’ll break your hands. Make sure you’ll never do it again.”
Your eyes jolt wide, and you watch Daniel’s startled reaction-like he was sure that Javier was going to swing at him. Javier kept his glare on him like if Daniel made one wrong step he would follow through with the threat. Javi’s strong jaw clenches before adjusting his grip on you.
Maybe you were twisted person for it but his words turned you on like no other. His intimidation had Daniel instantly turning and walking back up into the house party. Javi stands there and watches him stumble into the house; you almost feel bad for the drunk boy. You could only look up at Javier and he looks to you and sighs. “You okay?” He asks in a short breath and despite the alcohol fucking with your reaction time- you nod immediately. His brows crease at your urgency before he helps you down the driveway and lifts you into the passenger’s seat of his truck. Just the sight of Daniel touching you bothered Javier enough to threaten him. And it excited you, would he notice you pressing your legs together? Would you want him to notice?
He’s too much of a gentleman, he would never touch you in this state. Too much of a gentleman he wouldn’t-
Lorraine…
The reminder that he had a girlfriend popping into your head after practically getting off to his aggressiveness in the passengers seat of his car.
I’m such a bad person.
You lean your head on the dash and his hand instantly found your back, rubbing circles.
Not this, not when I’m this turned on. Not when he has touched you like this with his tongue in your mouth.
“Are you sure you’re okay.” He whispers, that rasp from just waking up still there. His rubs are taunting and gentle. God help me please.
You lean back and he moves his hand, placing it back in his lap. “Yeah, yeah. I’m sorry but I can’t go home like this.” You groan, your hands running over your face. You were rudely reminded that you had given Daniel a handjob not even thirty minutes ago and now you were sitting in your life long crush’s car asking for him to pick up your drunk pieces
Javier nods, “I know querida, I know.” He looks forward, staring at the house. Oh, we haven’t even started driving yet. “I can take you back to my place, I’ll sleep on the couch-take you home in the morning.” He yawns at the end of the sentence, rubbing his face.
There should be more panic in your body when he offers up his bed for you but you were still hung up on the nickname. Blushing immediately, you lean your head against the window. “Okay.”
With your approval he backs out the driveway. “I’m sorry for getting so mad at that kid- you just look like you didn’t want him grabbin’ on you like that.” He says, his eyes still focused on the road in front of the truck. You close your eyes tight, taking in the breeze from the cracked window.
I could fall asleep right here.
Open. “No, I’m not upset with you, was a little much though you know- him and I are hooking up.” You roll your head to the left to look at him, you mentioned it just to test where his mind was at. You watch his lips quirk into a frown and his jaw tighten.
“Yeah.” He mutters and the rest of the car ride is quiet.
The sound of the tires scraping the roads and wind passing causes you to nearly drift fully to sleep before being startled by the bumping entrance of his dad’s ranch.
You open the door when he shuts the car off but he stops you and gets out to get you down. His hands gripping the undersides of your arms while letting you out. Holding you upright again into the house. “How much did you drink Andrea?” He whispers before slowly closing the front door behind him, dropping his keys on the small wooden table at the hallway.
He walks you further into the house and eventually sits you on the brown couch, your head instantly leaning back. It stayed there, staring at the ceiling silently breathing through your nose while Javier shuffled around you and leaving the room for a few moments before returning.
He comes to the couch again and drops to his knees in front of you and your head snaps to look at what he’s doing. On his knees, he reaches to the left of you- hand on your knee- he grabs a pillow.
You give him a confused look but he puts the pillow on your lap, covering whatever you were exposing from your small skirt. Every move is so gentle as he looks down, avoiding any eye contact as he removes the boots you had on. Your hands twitch at your side, you so desperately wanted to run your hands through his hair in this position-him kneeling in front of you while he removed your shoes from your drunken body.
He stands before you do anything stupid. “Come on,” He reaches for your hands, and you take. It drove you crazy how his hands dwarfed your own. Your hands so small in his hold, he walks you to his dim lit room.
You hadn’t truly been in his room in two years. Things had changed. The poster of Cheryl Clad still above his bed, the wood paneling of his walls making the room much darker than it was. There were less posters and more pictures. A lot of him and Lorraine.
His body was a few feet behind you as you just stood and looked around. You didn’t just want to get on his bed- “You can go on the bed.” He cuts like he can read your mind.
Fuck I’m so glad he can’t read my mind.
You walk towards the bed and adjust yourself on the pillow he had just been laying on. It smelled just like him.
You look to him as he moved things around the room, grabbing sweatpants from his drawer and tossing it over his shoulder then bending down to search some more before grabbing a threadbare shirt. He sniffs it before tossing it at your head while you lay in his bed. “Really?” You groan before removing it.
Your eyes focusing on a new poster next to his Cheryl Clad one.
Houston Texas Police Department.
Your brows furrow. “Well, what do you think Chucho is going to say when I walk you out of the house in a skirt and tank top.” He asks light heartedly.You don’t pay mind to the fact that he wants you in his clothes. You just stare at the poster a bit longer, a sick feeling building in your stomach. You hold the shirt closer to your chest instinctively and turn to him again.
“Javi, when you train to be a cop- you’re going to be a cop here right? like in Laredo?” You ask, the poster obviously making you nervous. And the way his body stiffens doesn’t help shake that feeling. His hand grips the sweatpants that rested on his shoulder for a moment before shaking his head.
“Yeah, yeah.” He nods and opens the door fully. “I’ll be in the living room if you need me.”
Your eyes scan to Cheryl Clad, “Javi.” You call and he stills and turns. Not answering but waiting for your questioning to continue. Drunken confidence. “When you kissed me… were you actually broken up with Lorraine?”
The lines between his brows deepen and he opens his mouth to speak but shuts it. Like he had a lot to say and little time. He presses his lips together and nods. “Yeah, we were broken up.”
A small breath dies in your throat and you feel rising emotion. You cannot cry, not in front of him. You frown, biting back a cry as you lay on your back. So what was it? How did he change his mind so fast. You let silence fall, hoping he’d leave but you knew he was still standing there watching you process.
“I’m sorry for kissing you back-or tempting you or whatever. I-i was out of line.” Your voice shakes in that last line, your guilty hand covering your face for a moment, hoping your body doesn’t respond with tears. It doesn’t. You hear Javi’s strides quicken as he crowds the bed where you lay, his hand gently gripping your wrist.
“Hey, hey stop.” His thumbs strokes that pointed bone on your wrist. “You weren’t, don’t apologize, its just- stuff like that is bound to happen. And I’m not sorry it happened but I am sorry for the position I put you in.” He rambles, his grip moving your hand from your face. Looking at his beautiful brown eyes and his brow bone shadowing that string look he had at all times. Sleep taking over your brain and he doesn’t wait for a response and he just walks out the room.
Your chest rising at falling at the confirmation. Your nerves eased in the slightest. But your eyes fall to the police poster.
Suddenly feeling sober, that feeling of panic doesn’t quite leave.You doze off.
Waking up in Javier’s bed had been a dream of yours. You used to dream of your hair fanning on his stomach, feeling him softly breath beneath you. Wake up slowly and watch him stir. Sometimes you would pray before bed to dream like that again.
You got to wake up in his bed, with a splitting headache. You try your best not to groan with his small window letting the sun in, your eyes slowly peeling open in the sunlit room. The smell of him in his bed hadn’t worn off so you tried to hold yourself tighter in his bed. Your head still pounding as you stare back at that poster.
Oh, god last night.
Him on his knees in front of you, covering your exposed skin with a pillow- you have never known more of a gentleman. Him threatening Daniel just for grabbing your face. Him telling you he didn’t regret kissing you. You shut your eyes tightly.
I’m so fucked.
A thud from the left of the bed interrupts your shut-eye. Your heart jumping at the sound, you slowly move to see what’s happening, hoping to god that Javier’s room wasn’t haunted.
The sight though, was much better than a ghost. Javier stood in front of his mirror, in black briefs-just briefs. His chest rising before pulling a shirt over his head. You stared with a half lidded gaze just in case you had to pretend that you were sleeping. His hand grips his waist band of his briefs and you freak and close your eyes only to open them again to see him pulling pants over his bare thighs.
His stomach was so defined. Perfectly tan with a scar on the side of his hip.
You turn again and the bed creeks. Great. Play dead.
“Andrea?” He calls, his footsteps approaching the bed. You fake stir like you were just now waking although despite your perverted peeking. You rub your eyes in attempt to look convincing. You hoped to god that it looked convincing. But it wasn’t until you felt the foot of the bed sink with a springy noise that you sat up. Fast, sort of blowing the whole “just waking up” thing.
He’s looking at you with a small smile playing on his lips, his hand flat on the blanket. “Mornin’” You mutter before stretching, his shirt riding up your stomach under the covers. And he stares, a small head tilt looking at the top he lent you last night.
Javier purses his lips in approval before standing up from the bed. “Shirt fits you better, c’mon I’ve got to get you home before Chucho wakes and asks too many questions.”
You slept in that shirt for the following weeks, and he never brought up the night. Neither did you, you had enjoyed having something only the two of you knew.
A shared secret.
Well, another shared secret.
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A nerd's day out
A/N: So this might be a little different to the regular fics I do, this isn't an xreader fic but more so like an actual episode of Rottmnt. So I hope you enjoy it and let me know if you wanna see more of this in the future!
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The night was still young, only a few people wavering out on the streets but most were cosy in their homes. Similar to them were the turtles, perched in the projector room idly getting by with phones and comics for entertainment. Leo was cushioned in one of the three large beanbags located around the room, his legs were folded over and an off-brand Marvel comic sat in his hands.
Mikey was lounging across the floor, shell up to the air while he flicked his fingertips against the screen of his phone, mind numb from the hours he had spent playing some random game on his phone.
Then finally there was the leader of their merry group, Raph. He had claimed the recliner as his own, easily winning the fight against his younger brothers by a landslide. He clicked the remote buttons with his thumb, channel surfing until something caught his eye.
The room was quiet save for the few sounds that came through from the speakers, mindless chatter as the t.v flickered on and on. The final brother, Donatello, joined the others, sliding into the room with flailing arms. He held his phone out in front of him, pointing his free hand at the device while trying to gain the others' attention. When that didn't work he stood in front of the projector screen, effectively blocking it much to Raph's annoyance.
"Oooh you guys are not gonna believe what I just found online!" he giggled with excitement, bouncing on the tips of his toes. No one in the room made an effort to pursue the conversation, still keeping to their mundane tasks. Raph had opted to peek his head as best as he could around his brother, growing irritated when he could only catch portions of his show at a time, "Could ya maybe move, Donnie?" he huffed out.
The low enthusiasm didn't stop the softshell turtle, instead, he stood his ground and continued on, "The museum is showcasing a new exhibit about the Mignone Halls of Gems and Minerals, isn't that stimulating!"
"A room full of a bunch of rocks, no thanks." Leo grumbled, thumping the page of his comic, gaze never straying away from the bright sheets.
"They're opening the exhibit on Tuesday, but I thought we could sneak in and see it tonight before anyone else." Donnie continued, ignoring the blatant insult by his, quote-on-quote, brother.
"Pass." the call was unanimous, it appeared Donnie would be going alone. Pinching the bridge of his brows, he closed his eyes and looked towards the floor, "We can visit the gift shop." his voice monotone.
Suddenly the room came alive again, Mikey had jumped up from the floor and took Donnie's phone from his hand to get a better look at the place, "Well why didn't you say so, D!"
Leo had taken a stand too, bending in a way to relieve the growing knots in his back, "Do you think they sell those cool trucker hats that say 'I heart New York'?"
"Yes, yes, all your simple-minded little necessities will be there." Donnie waved off, snatching his phone back from the box-shell turtle. Raph straightened in his chair, voice authoritative but light, "Then it's settled, we'll sneak into the museum and go see the gift shop...oh, and that rock thing."
"Groan, it's not a rock thing it's ancient gems and minerals, I- ugh, whatever, yes let's go." Donnie murmured, now only regretting inviting his brothers along.
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Sneaking into the museum was surprisingly easy, it's like they didn't even bother to lock it up. The turtle teens paced around the long corridors, so long they seemed to stretch on for miles and miles. Leo dragged his feet around as he walked, eyes fluttering shut then blinking open, man this was boring.
Donnie, however, held a very different attitude. He jumped from pedestal to pedestal, reading every plaque that held even the smallest amount of information on them. Raph, similar to Leo, was slumped over while he walked, his stomach making violent sounds as it begged for food. Rubbing a hand against his plastron, Raph frowned, "Ugh, I hope this gift shop has some food, my belly's doin' backflips over here."
"C'mon, Raph, it's not that bad. Look at all this cool old stuff!" Mikey beamed, standing in front of a Greek vase. With his eyes shining in the streamed moonlight from the glass ceilings, he raised a finger to touch the item.
"Don't touch that!" Donnie shouted, diving between the Greek vase and Mikey's finger, his punishment was a boop to the chest. Standing up and dusting himself off, he began his tiny rant, "Don't touch anything or the alarms will go off, plus everything is like super ancient anyway. I know I've had my shots, I can't be sure about you guys, but that's neither here nor there."
"This place is boring, can't we just go to the gift shop already?" Leo whined, his walk turning him into a zombie. Donnie made a move to punish the turtle for his ignorance of such historical works of art but stalled when the twinkle of the gems and minerals caught his eyes.
"Gasp, there it is!" He raced down the hallways, they twisted and turned, the walls lined from ceiling to floor in tiny gems. Donnie marvelled at everything, but the thing he was most excited for awaited him at the very end. The Painite gemstone, a gem so rare only two have ever been collected since its discovery in 1951.
Memorising the map for a more efficient walkthrough of the museum, Donatello knew where the gem resided and instantly made his way over to it. With his eyes closed and brothers trailing behind, Donnie showcased the gem to his brothers with open arms.
"And ta-daaaa! I told you, isn't it the greatest collection of calcium, zirconium, boron, aluminium and oxygen you've ever set your eyes upon?" Donnie glowed, grin stretched across his face as he stared out to his brothers.
"What're we lookin' at again?" Raph questioned, head tilted to the side to show his confusion.
"Wha- we're looking at-" Donnie did a double-take, staring blankly at the empty glass cabinet which should be housing the very rare and very expensive gemstone.
"No, no, no, nooooooooooooo~" Donnie dropped to his knees, hands clutched into tight fists as he screamed up to the glass ceiling. With a small pause between his breaths, Donatello jumped onto the platform and curled himself around it like a cat; goggles covering his eyes in disbelief.
"This can't be happening, this isn't happening, someone tell me it isn't happening!" He panicked. The gallery they were in somehow got even darker, a voice cackling out from within the shade, "Oh but it has already happened!"
A spotlight singled out Hypno-Potamus on the second floor, he posed on the concrete railings and peered down at the four ninjas, the Painite gemstone in his hypo hands. Everyone besides Donnie grew more amused, "Finally something excitin'," Raph pounded his fists together. Leo stood by his side, a three-fingered hand on his hip, "Okay, yeah, but where did that spotlight come from?"
"I always carry an extra spotlight around, it adds for a more dramatic effect!" Hypno chortled, his laugh shaking his entire body. Mikey butted in, his finger pointed up to the ceiling as to further his point, "No offence, but Hypno isn't capable of robbing a museum on his own without setting any alarms off, again, no offence."
"None taken." Hypno bowed, showing there to be no hard feelings and that the young Michelangelo was quite right. Just then, a smaller spotlight was cast opposite from where Hypno stood, a figure trudging his way to be seen,
"News flash, dummies, he wasn't alone! I Warren Stone, your arch-nemesis, have yet again foiled your plans for an informative night out! Ahahahahahahah!"
The turtles didn't react, staring up at the mutant worm, with hair like a beehive, blankly, "Who?" Raph muttered out.
“Wh-I’m Warren Stone, your arch-nemesis! C’mon, are we really doing this again.”
“I didn’t know we had an arch-nemesis, did you?” Mikey turned asking Leo, the Red-eared slider shook his head 'no'.
“Really, you don’t know who I am?” Warren sounded a little dejected, shoulders slumping.
“Nope, sorry dude. Oh, wait-“ Raph paused, rubbing his head deep in thought. Warren's eyes sparkled as his pupils dilated to their fullest, lip trembling with hope, "Yess?"
“Were you the guy that delivered our pizzas late the other day?”
"I'm not some college dropout, I’m Warren Stone, anchorman on Channel Six news!” he stormed, hoping to look like a big bad but ultimately resembling a toddler having a tantrum.
“Then why’re you at a museum?” Mikey questioned, thumb rubbing his chin like he had seen those actors do in all those mystery movies he watches with Donnie.
“To end you!” Warren screamed, his voice echoing due to the nature of the open space. Mikey started tearing up, a mucus-filled frown on his face, “What did I do?"
”No, not just you, ALL of you!”
"Oh, that makes a lot more sense," Leo rolled his eyes, a confident smirk gracing his features. Donnie jetted off of the podium where the Painite gemstone once resided, he aimed his glare at Hypno and drew out his weapon. Twirling the bo staff around his fingers, Donnie held an accusing finger up at the magician, "You ruined our informative night! How dare you keep knowledge from me! You're so evil, you're like our- our...Arch-nemesis or something!"
A small squeal could be heard from behind the group, but their sights were set on Hypno and the way he took the title as arch-nemesis proudly. The boys pulled out their weapons, getting into a defensive stance and waiting for further orders from their leader.
"So what's the plan, big guy?" Leo casually asked, though he was just happy they were doing anything other than looking at ancient dust. Raph thought for a moment or two, debating on asking Mind Raph for advice, but he took it upon himself to come up with a plan.
"We smash 'em and if he tries to leave we smash 'em even harder." He grinned, clobbering his tonfās together. Mikey, Leo and Donnie nodded accordingly, happy with the plan and ready to deliver on it. Jumping into the air, Raph held a fist out "JUMPING LIKE A BOSS!" he yelled out. His fist collided with Hypno's cheek, sending the mammal back a few paces, "Shoot, I didn't think you could get up here without taking the stairs, that's my bad."
Donnie hoovered up holding Mikey's hand, thankful he remembered to add fuel for his jetpack to actually work. He swung the young Michelangelo up onto the railing, his Kusari-fundo slinging out from his hold and travelling at speeds unknown to wrap around Hypno's legs.
The vibrant blues and greens of Leo's portal illuminated the top half of the museum, the titular turtle emerging through. With another swift punch from Raph, Hypno was sent flying towards the red-eared slider, who happened to move out of the way before being crushed. Hypno disappeared into the portal and collided with the back of a hard box.
Moments before the door shut, the Painite gemstone was released from his grubby hands and dropped to the ground, rattling as it silenced itself eventually. The brothers ultimately joined Hypno on the ground floor, Donnie slammed the door shut, revealing that the poor magician was trapped inside a sarcophagus from the Eygptian exhibit.
"Guess you could say he was mummy out of time," Leo mused, leaning against the shaking prison. The other three brothers whined, usually they could put up with Leo's insistent pun making, but these puns were just too bad.
"What? Okay, so you didn't like that one, what about this? You could say he was too wrapped up with the gem, no? Alright, how about...You could say he was a bit of a Sphinx."
"Would you quit it already?" Donnie groaned, glaring at his brother. The tall genius started scouting around for the Painite gemstone, hearing it fall to the ground above Hypno's screaming as he flew through the air.
"Where is it, where is it!" he began to panic, maybe one of his brothers picked it up.
"Maybe it rolled away somewhere?" Raph replied, lifting up some metal shields used in old wars, "It couldn't have just rolled away, Raphael, its shape simply doesn't allow that; thus, someone had to have taken it!" Donnie theorised.
His first instinct was to accuse his brothers, but the longer he thought about it the less likely it seemed. Scratching the point of his head, Donnie mulled over every eventuality, "I just don't get it, the Painite gem couldn't have just disappeared into dust."
"Or can it?" Mikey obnoxiously questioned, sliding up to his brother's side. Donnie pushed him away with an outstretched hand, "No genius, it can't. There can only be one explanation for it-"
"News flash bozozos! I, your greatest enemy, Warren Stone, have taken this glorified rock and demand that you fight me for it!"
"Okaaay, two explanations." Donnie backtracked, staring at the small worm on the ground, wriggling around with the gemstone by his side. The brother's pulled out their weapons for the second time that night, getting in a defensive stance then charging forward. Their screams reiterated around the large hall, Warren's not as loud as their's but audible.
The screaming ended when the brothers made it to the other side of the room with no conflict, they stood straight and stared at each other confused, "What just happened?" Mikey asked.
"Yeah, weren't we fighting the worm guy?" Leo added on. Raph shrugged his shoulders, "Did he dip or somethin'?"
"Not likely, with his size it could take a few hours for him to get back to the front door." Donnie calculated, tapping some buttons on his tech-brace, checking that his maths was correct.
"Down here you dopes!" Warren's voice rung out, the turtles looked down to see the poor thing stuck to the floor, crushed under their steps. Mikey peeled him back, holding him between his finger and thumb, waving him around as though he was a wet leaf.
"Aww, he ain't so scary up close like this," Mikey purred out, "Guys look, he's a mini turtle like us!" the box-turtle cheered, slowly turning the worm so his back faced the others. Indented into Warren's back was the Panitine gemstone, glistening in the rays of moonlight, "That's not a shell dummy, it's the gemstone." Leo laughed.
"And it's completely unscathed, ugh, I can't believe I'm touching the Panitine gemstone! Do you know how many people dream of doing this!" Donnie's pupils seemed to dilate the longer he stared into the manipulating colours of the gemstone.
"That's cool and all but whatta we do with this little guy?" Raph asked, poking Warren with his finger.
--
The police approached the museum, the outside bricks illuminated in flashes of red and blue. Two police officers scoped the scene, with flashlights in hand they ducked and dived down the halls, even if unnecessary.
"Well, well, well, whatta we got 'ere?" one of them mused, shining the flashlight over the shaking sarcophagus containing Hypno. The light then travelled down to the floor beside the larger coffin. Beside Hypno leaned a sarcophagus small enough for a cat, loud exclamations coming from it; looks like the police got their thefts.
--
The boys flipped over the rooftops of New York, basking in another victory for the good guys, "Y'know, I think this hero thing is going pretty well!" Mikey beamed, performing a roll in the air before he landed again. Raph nodded beside him, arms thrown behind him cause he thought it made him run faster, "Well, we Maddogs, are pretty awesome! No criminal wants to go against us, especially without a fight!"
"Sigh, I just wish for once we could do something I like without it ending in a fight against some of Draxum's mutants." Donnie huffed out, floating beside his brothers, not containing the energy to flip beside them. Leo waved his hand in dismissal, "Cheer up, D, I'm sure one day a giant hypo and gummy worm won't disrupt your...erm, intellectual...nerd day out."
"Gasp, you really mean it." Donnie deadpanned, but he understood the sentiment behind it. With that said, the brothers disappeared into the horizon, only laughing when Leo fell inbetween the rooftops and landed in a trash can.
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This is Not Goodbye
Sharon Carter/Fem!Reader
Words: 1,257
Summary: Your girlfriend had to go on the run after helping Steve Rogers, and you didn't know if you would ever see her again.
Prompt: “I love you.” - “I know.”
this was a pinch hit for the women of marvel xreader exchange, which I ran! This prompt is from @buriedhatchetcominguplavender and i hope you enjoy it!
Check out all the fics from this exchange on my event blog @marvelxreaderfanfictionfest
Sharon Carter Masterlist
You could tell something was wrong the minute Sharon walked back into your apartment. You hadn’t seen her in days, and your only hints to where she might be were the news, which after a while you had to turn off. You couldn’t listen to the terrible things they were saying about Steve Rogers and his allies, because Sharon had told you what was going on. You agreed with her and you agreed with Steve, but that didn’t mean you wanted your girlfriend to be put into harm’s way. It was bad enough that she didn’t let you come along (“babe, someone has to be my alibi!”), so you spent most of your time worrying about her and hoping with all you had that she was okay.
People came knocking on your apartment door multiple times looking for Sharon, but you always stuck to your story. You told them that you thought she was out on an assignment for the CIA, because it wasn’t uncommon for her to be gone for days on end due to her job. Playing the dumb girlfriend could only get you so far though, and you knew that once Sharon returned from wherever she was, things were about to change for you both - big time.
You could tell that whoever was after Sharon was growing more and more unhappy with your story of ignorance, and you figured that out one day when you came from work to find that your apartment had been broken into. All your things lay haphazardly on the floor, papers you had for work were thrown around, and some of your dinnerware had been smashed. Obviously the person who had broken in was looking for something, probably something that would give them a clue to where Sharon was, and they got mad when they didn’t find it.
You couldn’t even tell them where she was if you wanted to, because you really didn’t know. She had approached you one evening after work, told you that she needed to go help Steve, and kissed you goodbye. She knew better than anyone that the more people that knew her whereabouts the more danger she would be in, and it would be putting you in danger as well, something she swore to herself she would never do.
You were surprised when she walked back into your apartment one day, and you almost thought you were dreaming. It was a particularly grim evening, and you were listening to a storm rage outside as you ate dinner in silence, and then the door opened. You grabbed the baseball bat you always kept in the apartment (Sharon had offered you a gun, but you vetoed that real quick) before walking slowly towards the front door. When you saw who had just walked through, the bat clattered to the ground and you couldn’t believe your eyes. “Sharon?”
“Y/N,” she said, and she dropped everything she was holding to run over to you and wrap you in a hug. You could feel the tears start to slip from your eyes as you held her, and you spun around the room like a cliche, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was that she was back, standing here in front of you.
You were so happy to have her back in your arms, but you knew it wouldn’t last long. There was a tenseness to her hug that you couldn’t ignore, and you looked at her with your tearful eyes when you separated. “You’re leaving again, aren’t you?” you said quietly.
She nodded, knowing it was better just to tell you the truth. “Not for a few days,” she assured you, which made you feel a little better. “But eventually they are going to catch up with me and I’ll have to leave again.”
You nodded, and she pulled you back into a hug. “Then let’s make the most of these few days,” you said, not wanting to ever let her go.
And that you did. You rarely got up unless you absolutely had to, wanting to spend every second cocooned in your girlfriend’s arms. You kissed every chance you got, but there was the nagging thought at the back of your mind: that this was all going to come to an end eventually. You hoped to push it off for as long as you could, and you went to bed each night wishing to whatever might be out there that Sharon could stay with you forever.
Then about a week later, your fear came to pass. You noticed the same cars that drove by the apartment building every day, slowing as they passed your window. Sharon did everything she could to stay hidden, but you still worried that people knew she was here with you.
After another day of the paranoia, she sat you down. “I think I have to go now, they’ll be coming back to look for me soon,” she said. “I wish it wasn’t like this.”
“Me too,” you said, your heart dropping to the floor. It was almost worse that she returned to you, because you got her back and then lost her again, and it broke your heart even more than if you had never seen her again. You wrapped her in a tight hug, feeling the tears you cried when she first walked through the door return again.
“I love you,” she said as you let go. “And this isn’t goodbye, I promise.”
“I know,” you responded, pulling her into a deep and passionate kiss. It was perfect for a few seconds, until the crushing realization that she would have to leave once again hit you. You watched, as Sharon gathered her things and walked out the door, and you didn’t think you would ever stop crying.
You had to pull it together again though, because the men who were looking for her returned to knock on your door, and you once again had to play the role of oblivious girlfriend. It worked well, after you had a “breakdown” in the middle of one of the questionings, crying about how you haven’t seen your girlfriend in months and you were so worried that she died because she had never gone this long without contacting you before. Then you started wailing about how she might have found someone better, and you could tell your tears were making the men uncomfortable. The men that had come to question you obviously had no idea what to do to console someone who was crying, so they quickly made excuses to leave, and you never saw them again.
A few months later, you received an envelope in the mail. It had no return address, and it felt like it was empty. Curious about what might be inside, you opened it, pulling out a small piece of cardstock. Instantly, the smell of Sharon’s favorite perfume overwhelmed your senses, and you hoped that it wasn’t just a coincidence. One side of the card was blank, so you flipped it over to reveal a set of coordinates stamped onto the paper. On the bottom, in a handwriting you could recognize anywhere, was a single sentence.
I said this wasn’t goodbye, and I meant it.
You immediately started to pack up your life and map out the coordinates on the card. You didn’t care where Sharon had ended up, but you knew you had to be near her. Whatever was happening next in her life, you wanted to be there to help her through it.
- the end -
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