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1whore1gang · 3 months

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Post MW3 Drabble:

Implied Soap x Reader, Platonic! TF141 x Reader, Potential Ghost x Reader if you squint. (made for f!reader)

SPOILERS AHEAD IF YOU HAVENT PLAYED THE GAME

enjoy :)

CW: causing,mentions of death, mental health, grief

It was hard for all of you when it happened. It was so quick, yet everything moved in slow motion as his body hit the ground.

The moment still haunts all of your dreams, replaying over and over in your minds.

It was the worst for you. It took weeks before you stopped crying as soon as you woke up. You’d gotten so used to rolling over and snuggling into Johnny every morning. He was your sunshine.

The first few nights were the worst, staring at the indent in the bed where he’d laid not even a week ago. You didn’t dare touch it, wanting to preserve him in a weird way.

You couldn’t even shower without breaking down. Johnny would always come sit on the sink and talk to you while you showered. It felt so empty without him.

Everything felt empty. Brushing your teeth without his arms wrapping around you. Making food and only making enough for you. Going to bree coffee and accidentally grabbing his mug with yours.

Nothing felt right, and you couldn’t bear it. Luckily you weren’t grieving alone. Simon was struggling just as bad as you were. Johnny was like a brother to him.

Many night the two of you sat in silence in the common area. No words are exchanged most of the time, you both just needed company.

The team all made sure to try to do little things for you. They bought you flowers, took you out for lunches. Price did whatever he could to attempt to keep you from spiraling. He even offered to let you give him a haircut, knowing you’d always make fun of him for how scruffy he was.

Gaz would make you sweets or help with chores around base. He would take you on walks or take you with on errands just so you wouldn’t be alone.

No matter what though, you still had this void in your life. You felt like a piece of you drifted away on that cliff with his ashes. It felt like you had watched your life dissipate into the wind.

He took a part of you with him, and you were afraid you’d never get it back.

You’d spend countless nights looking at old photos, reading old love notes he wrote you. You’d watch videos of him just to keep his voice fresh in your memory.

The only thing you were beginning to forget was his touch. The way his hands would ignite sparks at the slightest graze was slowly leaving you. The gentleness of his grasp was slipping away.

You missed him so bad, and it was beginning to become unbearable.

You were awake one night a couple of days after his death, lost in a rabbit hole of pictures and videos. It was nearly 3 AM, but you didn’t notice nor dare. A knock hit your door, and it creaked open to reveal Simon.

“Hey Johnny have you seen my-“ He looked up at you and realized his mistake. “I’m sorry Y/N…”

It took you a second to collect yourself but you smiled at him. “Hi Simon. Are you okay?” You watched as he began to slightly tear up. Simon wasn’t a cryer, but Soap’s death has broke him to his core.

“I miss him.” He said, his voice breaking your own heart. You looked down for a second, deciding if you were ready.

“Need a friend?” You said as you patted the side of the bed where Johnny used to sleep. Simon nodded but paused.

“Are you sure?” He said, cautious.

“Mhm. It feels too empty in here. It’s too quiet.” Simon nodded again as he removed his mask and sat next to you.

You both sat and reminisced on Johnny’s life. Sharing memories and laughs, you both began to feel better.

“I’m gonna try to get some rest. Just wake me if you need anything okay?” You began to lay down, feeling the bed shift as Simon rolled over with a ‘Goodnight.’

You felt the mattress dip and it’s like your body went into shock. That feeling was all to familiar and your brain was screaming at you to turn over and look for Johnny.

Sniffles began to sound out of you at the feeling and the memories it brought to your mind. Maybe you weren’t ready after all.

“Hey, are you okay?” You felt Simon place his hand on you gently.

“I don’t know.” You sobbed out, not strong enough to look at him.

“Do me a favor, roll over.” He helped you move onto your opposite side to face him. “Trust me?” You nodded and he pulled you into his chest as he held you, brushing his fingers through your hair and quietly shushing you. “I know how bad it hurts and I’m so sorry.”

From that night forward, Simon spent almost every night in your room, just so you both could actually get some sleep. The comfort of having someone there brought you both peace.

Weeks had gone by and you realized something was off with yourself. You woke up and looked at the day and panicked.

You were a week late.

You sneakily ran down to the store a block away and bought a pregnancy test, or two, or three.

Running back to your room unseen, you were quick to unwrap them and take them.

Minutes passed that felt like hours when your timer went off. You flipped each one over, looking at the results.

Positive

“Shit!” You yelled, your hands flying to your hair. As soon as the word left your mouth, you heard your door open and Simon enter. “Y/N?? You here? We missed you at training.”

You walked out of your bathroom, quickly shutting the door behind you and standing in front of it. “Are you okay? You look pale.” Simon walked up to you and placed his hands on your face to feel for a fever.

“Yeah I’m fine, I woke up late.”

“No, something’s wrong. Your eyes widened when something’s wrong and your pupils are dilated. Your breathing is elevated too.” How the fuck does he know that?!

“Just panicked about the fact I woke up late.” You shrugged it off, unmoving.

“What’s in the bathroom Y/N?” His voice drew serious. He wasn’t asking, he was telling you to move.

“Nasty stuff really, that time of the month ya know?” He didn’t believe you.

“Let me see. Nothing I haven’t seen before. In fact, I’ve seen worse.” What the fuck? “Please move.”

You swallowed HARD. “I don’t want you to see it though.”

“Y/N. Move. I know better than that. I’m not stupid. Let me see the bathroom.”

It took a lot of arguing before you stepped aside. Simon walked past you and his eyes laid on the tests. “You’re pregnant? This is what you were hiding?”

He turned to you. “Yeah…I don’t know how far along I am.” Simon nodded and chewed on his lip for a moment in thought.

“Johnny’s?”

Although it wasn’t a question, it was more of a statement, it hung heavy in the air. “Yeah, Johnny.”

Simon audibly swallowed as he continued to stare at the positive text on each one. He hasn’t moved hardly past the doorframe, hand still on the knob.

“I’ll help you.”

“Huh?” His words hadn’t registered in your mind yet.

“This is going to be okay. I’ll help you.” Simon turned to you and grabbed your hands, squeezing them. “You’re going to be okay.”

And you were. Simon helped you. You both went to appointments and began to buy things little by little. Simon even applied for housing so you didn’t have to do this in the barracks.

6 months in and it turned out everything was going to be okay.

#captain price x reader #modern warefare 2 x reader #simon ghost riley #soap mactavish smut #soap mactavish x reader #tf141 x reader #cod mw2 #johnny mactavish #john price #kyle gaz garrick

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winxrus · 11 months

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Miraculous Awakening Movie - Review

WARNING

There are big spoilers in the text below and its author sucks at expressing her opinion which, guess what, absolutely no one asked for!!!

When this movie was announced, not only I struggled to welcome it as it was hard to understand how this would fit with the universe of the show, but also the character design was just odd. We adore the one from the series so why alter what is loved?

All this to say that I was never particularly hyped about the movie, but as a miraculer and a person who wanted to experience something that involved so many fans celebrating this show we all love, I just had to go.

I was square punched in the face by the visuals. This movie is a MUST to see on the big screen. Despite my hesitation towards the character design (which eventually grew on me), the musical numbers, particularly the romantic ones taking place in the sky brought me to tears. The colours, the low lights, the quality of the animation, the detail, the intensity of the characters (namely in the eyes)...*chef kiss* absolutely hit the spot.

Plot wise? I mean, it is literally if you wanted to compile the first 3 seasons of miraculous (no senti theories, lukanette, adrigami or,zoe though, more like season 1 plus Chat Blanc because we do get a WARNING SPOILER ALERT

"Chat Noir is Adrien, my son?" but with a Gabe completely out of character (based on his previous reactions to this in the series) and we get another reveal scenario which was very sweet but I felt like they could have played it differently ~SPOILER AHEAD~ I really loved Marinette putting his mask on and saying you can also call me ladybug but this doesn´t really prove she is who she claims to be right? I think she could have ended the one-sided reveal by using my favourite quote from the movie

Chat Noir "To everyone you´re the girl with the mask that saves the world, but to me, you are the girl who saved my heart" DUDE I sobbed (screaming internally because Marinette could have played with this quote as Chat Noir told this to her in private).

I sobbed with the romantic scenes in this film. Despite having to rush the romantic development between Adrinette and Ladynoir, it still felt very natural to my eyes which I was really happy with. Plus miraculous ladybug always knows how to play with my heartstrings regarding the love side of the story. It completely made me swoon (a big personal factor to have enjoyed it).

Nevertheless, the character development of Marinette, namely her overcoming her fears and believing in herself - exaclty what made me fall in love with her in the show and admire this charcter- instead of balancing out the romance, it became repetive and a bit exhausting. We are in the last 10 minutes of the film and Tikki is still preaching the same thing (don´t get me wrong, it is important to emphasise such message to the audience but I think they saturated it a bit).

Anywho, I think the fact that I went with no expectations for the film and accept whatever might come made me actually enjoy it more than I thought. A great part was also due to the atmosphere, which was so much fun. The audience was super vocal with their reactions, bringing a sense of community despite each of us being in our own little groups. We laughed (a lot, I completely forgot to highlight the humour of the movie *looks at careless whisper playing in the background everytime Adrien thinks of Ladybug*), screamed, cried and gasped together. So much fun.

I left the theatres quite elated but frustrated with the bloody teasing "almost kiss* scene at the very end. I actually believed I was gonna see Adrinette´s first kiss on the big screen but :)))))) JDNDJESINVIFESN. I also left incredibly confused because as I said, the movie doesn´t match whatsoever the series, and ended on a vague note - HEADSUP - After Gabriel is revealed to be Hawkmoth to both Chat Noir aka his son and Marinette/Ladybug, the dude just disappeared and we don´t get a reaction from Adrien?? It immediately skips to Adrinette (no complaints LOL) and then you hear Gabriel narrating a message to Nathalie to protect Adrien and never let him know that he hides Emelie´s body in the basement? The dad´s a bloody terrorist what difference doesa another crime make? Does this mean there will be a second movie? Will we forever live with God knows how many miraculous ladybug universes? "AMERICA EXPLAINNNN"

I have heard people who didn´t like it beacause it was purely fanfiction and didn´t make sense, I personally advise you to go with an open mind, chilled and with the intention to have a good time. I sure did! I will carry this experience with me forever <3 all this to say that my score may be also highly biased by that hahah. Byeee!

P.S - I did not comment on the music because I was a bit disappointed that the original French voices (warning the French dub is my favourite) were not the singing ones. They used Lou and Lenni-Kim which despite them being talented I didn´t feel like it suited them. So...I´m gonna wait for the English soundtrack to formulate an opinion. I liked the lyrics of the new song though (Last Dance soundtrack)

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous awakening #miraculous movie #ml spoilers #Miraculous ladybug spoilers #Ladynoir #Adrinette #miraculous ladybug cat noir the movie #My posts

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red1culous · 2 years

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Maybe. Sort Of part 3

A/N: It isn't as thought thru as I wanted but I just wanted to get it out.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

“Milady” you offer your hand out to her and she laughs accepting it. It surprises and delights you that she doesn’t let go of your hand after she’s exited the car.

There was a slight chill in the air. Although the air was still and the night is crisp a slight shiver gently shook Natasha. She takes a deep breath.

“You ok?” you ask slightly worried.

“Yes. Perfect” she answers and slowly exhales.

The sky was coming alive with stars but you were getting distracted by how her eyes twinkled.

“I- “ she interrupts herself with a giggle as you hold open the doors to the restaurant for her.

Still holding firmly onto her hand you lead her to your seats in a corner booth. “What were you about to say back there?” you ask as you get comfortable in your seat.

Nat sits opposite you and you smile seeing her behaving so coy and shy. Very unlike the Natasha you’re used to. You pour a glass of water for her and then for yourself before pulling off your jacket and laying on the seat beside you.

“I was saying this is the last place I thought you’d take me” she smiles as she takes a sip water.

“To be honest this would be the last place I take anyone on a first date,” you say smiling to yourself, “but hearing you say you’d never been here before I knew I had to fix that…I mean, it’s Applebees, come on.”

She laughs at your words. As the waitress comes over to take your order Natasha lets your order for her. She amazes herself because that is something she never does. As you rattle off your order she gazes outside and notes that the skies have turned to a dark shade of blue. Off in the distance the sun was starting to set it was tinged a deep orange and red.

“You’re in for a treat” your words break her from her daydream. “I mean I really hope you like what I got for us” you quickly add when Natasha fixes her gaze back onto you.

“I’m sure I will. I’m already happy you brought me here” she smiles in response, “it’s such an…unusual choice.” She starts laughing. It begins inside her head but then it bubbles out loudly and you’re consumed by the sound. It makes you break out into giggles. Several minutes pass before the both of you are able to regain control of yourselves and by the time you do, there are tears at the edges of your eyes and your sides are burning. Natasha takes a long slow drink of her water to further calm herself.

It sounded ridiculous. The Black Widow being so affected by a date. At Applebees, no less. Maybe it was the fact that Y/N had cared enough to take note of something so minute. A date where the final objective wasn’t to get into her pants (although that was not an insignificant goal) but more so to just let loose and have some fun.

The waitress, displaying a talent for balancing a large platter of food with one hand, distributed the full plates to each person.

The waitress returns, displaying a talent for balancing a large platter of food with one hand. She expertly weaves her way through the light smattering of dinner patrons and distributes your food with ease and grace.

“Ladies” she announces with a flourish, “just give me a holler if you need anything else” she adds before quickly disappearing into the back of the restaurant.

“That’s a lot of food” Natasha comments her eyes slightly larger than usual.

“Well…I mean I gotta make a good impression here” you smirk while pushing the plate of Bourbon Street steak towards her.

“You’re going to be making an impression on my waist size for sure” she laughs and slides the dish towards the middle of the table. “Please tell me you’re sharing this with me” she adds while accepting a tall glass of Oreo shake with whipped cream on the top.

“Mmm…” you lick your lips, “that’s not the only thing we’re sharing tonight” you say with a wink as you sink 2 straws into the milkshake.

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Tagging:

@whataloadof @when-wolves-howl @youralphawolf72 @blackwidowismylove

#redfic #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #black widow x reader #maybe sort of

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unite-battle-network · 5 months

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Ready up, battle fans: Interview with social media celebrity Nina Vievin

From Mewtube and Tinkatok to our very own Mewnite Battle Network (eh?), the Chucklefvcks found the time in their busy days to come for a chat! Watch the full video h̲e̲r̲e̲ in all its glory.

\\guest writer @poke-muns / @ferrunough. Nina is their character, once they post nina's info i'll link it. this also counts as credit for stealing their ooc barriers because oo trophee looking//

( Lawrence is sat in the usual right-side chair. He is as professional as ever, paying no notice to his interviewee being a Greedent. In all fairness, the Greedent is sat very politely. )

Lawrence: Battle fans, hello, hello! I am Lawrence Renfield, the Unite Battle Network’s go-to guy for making special content just for you and today I have managed to snag a treat of an interview–

( The Greedent waves at the camera and squeaks. In the blink of an eye a redhead leaps up from behind it's chair and swings her arms around the back. The pokémon is unfazed. Lawrence is certainly fazed. )

Nina: HIIIYA!!

( She cackles and scratches the Greedent's head. Lawrence, meanwhile, recovers. )

Lawrence: –the Chucklefvcks themselves, Nina Vievin and Chuckles! Are you going to stay standing?

Nina: Nahhh, I'll come down. If he'll let me.

( Chuckles, on cue, looks directly up to Nina. He reaches into his neck fur, retrieves a berry, and offers it to her. She shakes her head. Chuckles hops off the chair and sits between the two chairs to munch on the oran himself as Nina swiftly takes his seat. )

Lawrence: Please don't stain the carpet... So, Nina! This is 3 years in the making?

Nina: ... Oh fuck I guess– wait can I swear on here?!

( Lawrence looks to the cameraman. )

Cody: I mean, they are called "the chucklefucks".

Lawrence: ...we will see in editing.

Nina: I'll try be clean. But, uhhhh, OH YEAH. 6 if you count B.C.

Lawrence: B..?

Lawrence & Nina: Before Chuckles.

( Nina nods as the Greedent looks to both of them. He resumes eating quickly. )

Lawrence: What was life like B.C.?

Nina: MISERABLE!!

( Nina and Lawrence laugh. )

Nina: It was fine I guess? Like I battled but only really as something to do. Got bored of it for a while. Stopped and then I got Chuckles.

Lawrence: What got you back into battling then?

Nina: CHUCKLES! Someone let slip Skwovet are legal and he would not let me anywhere near the place without going for a battle. I started enjoying it once we changed his build to be very tanky–

Lawrence: Once you discovered you could troll people?

Nina: Pretty much, yeah. Once I discovered I could really piss people off– SORRY.

( Lawrence shakes his head with a strained smile. Nina awkwardly laughs while covering her face, sliding down in her chair. Lawrence takes a breath to regain his composure. )

Lawrence: Was your immediate thought "I can make content from this" or did the online stuff come after?

( Nina pushes herself back up enthusiastically. )

Nina: Nah, the vids came after a Tinkatok of Chuckles wiping the same Wigglytuff twice went viral. The maker was a teammates girlfriend who was up with us in the-the-the... bits where we watch and talk from!

Lawrence: Stands?

Nina: No clue. Probably. The end of it caught the WIgglytuff trainer's reaction and the joy that it brought me, I had to keep going!!

( Lawrence chuckles and flips through his notes cards. )

Lawrence: I cut you off earlier, by tanky you mean?

Nina: Loads of bulk, high HP, high attack, decent speed for a Greedent. People did not like it when, like, a turret just follows them as they try retreat. It's very fun!!

Lawrence: Did not and do not based on your last match.

Nina: OOOOOO YEAH THEY WERE SALTY, HAHAAA!!!!

( Nina begins cackling and kicking her feet. Her laugh devolves into crazed wheezing; Chuckles waddles over to the edge of her chair. With tears in her eyes, she strokes his head to calm herself. Lawrence has stopped laughing by this point and seems greatly concerned. Nina's voice is still croaky when she speaks. )

Nina: I'm good, I'm good. Heeeh... The Decidueye guy was soo p– malding.

Lawrence: I take it you're enjoying your time in the professional world?

Nina: I'm acclimating. I get to still screw with people. While I'm still quite low tier at least. As long as it doesn’t hinder teammates. I think we're getting better at actually playing. Chuckles' got mvp a few times, scored like 200 at some point.

Lawrence: Impressive!

( To show his enthusiasm he looks to Chuckles, who completely ignores him. )

Lawrence: Right... Uh, how much time..? One last question alright with you?

Nina: Yep, go head!!

Lawrence: How are you going to deal with the fans outside who know you’re here?

Nina: A good Bullet Seed spray should help!

( Nina giggles and Chuckles finally takes his attention off of food long enough to join in. )

Lawrence: Haha, that’s legally a joke, right?

Nina: Yes, yeah, obvi. I can spend a bit of time outside the place signing stuff. Don’t wanna clog your hallways. Chuckles’ll give berries to everyone he can.

Lawrence: I’ll be sure to watch from the windows. Thanks for joining us today, Nina. And you, Chuckles.

Nina: Anytime, it’s been a blast!

( Chuckles squeaks in agreement. He looks at Nina with his paws close to his tail fur. )

Nina: OHOH!!! What kind of berries do you like?

Lawrence: Uh… Wepear.

Cody: Do you happen to have any topo?

( Chuckles roots around in his tail until he finds a pale berry with a dark centre. As he throws it behind the camera, he take a wepear out and places it on the interviewer’s lap. Lawrence tentatively moves it onto the table beside him. )

Cody: Thank you!

Lawrence: Yes, thank you. And thank you, battle fans for watching this interview! Links to the Chucklefvcks’ socials will be below. If you want more behind-the-scenes content or battle clips, check them out here on our website or find them on our rotomblr blog! I’m Lawrence from the UBN, we’ll talk later!

#interviews #lawrence’s b t s #rotomblr #pokeblr #pokeblog #pkmn irl

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davyjoneslockr · 2 years

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6, 5, and 11 with fugo…. hc ask

(For this ask game)

6: Laughter

It's pretty hard to get him to genuinely laugh. The most he'll do regularly is a Malicious Little Chuckle when he's making fun of someone (read: Narancia or Mista). Even if he finds something legitimately funny, nine times out of ten, he'll try to hold back his laughter, or at least hide it.

Sometimes, though, he breaks. Maybe it's because the stupid antics he gets into with his friends have finally caught up to him, or because Mista’s told a joke that’s actually pretty funny for once. He’ll reflexively put a hand over his mouth to hide his smile, but he can’t completely muffle the sound. If he goes for long enough, his face gets red, and there’ll be at least a few tears streaming down his cheeks. Once he’s done, he’ll get self-conscious about it, and anyone who teases him, even lightly, will probably get punched.

5: Crying

On the other hand, Fugo cries a lot. He’ll cry when he’s frustrated, after having an anger outburst, or when he senses someone’s disappointed in him. When he cries out of anger, it’s harder to control, but he tries to keep tears of sadness for when he’s in private. Nighttime especially hits him hard - when he’s alone and trying to sleep, his self-loathing thoughts creep in, and he’s gotten used to crying himself to sleep. When he gets older, one of the first signs of his mental health improving is the growing rarity of waking up with a damp pillow.

On a lighter note, he cries out of happiness, too. He’ll try to hide it, but he gets overwhelmed easily. He got teary-eyed when, in the early days of the gang, Narancia would snuggle with him and fall asleep on his shoulder; practically sobbed when Bucciarati first told him he was proud of him; and, even though Fugo vehemently denies it, Mista swears he saw him shed a tear when he brought him food after a rough mission. He cries a lot when he first starts dating Giorno, because he’s still in disbelief that he could love someone like him, and he doesn’t know how to deal with any “proof” that he legitimately does love him. This throws Giorno off a lot, because he’s not the best at understanding why people display certain emotions. He’ll apologize, thinking he’s done something wrong or pushed a boundary, but Fugo will hastily explain through tears that it’s okay, he’s not sad, “I just love you so much, and it’s a lot to take in,” so on and so forth. Basically, kindness, or acts of love (in any form), make him cry very easily.

11: Best Friend

His best friend’s definitely Narancia. Their friendship is the reason they’ve become the people they are. While they didn’t necessarily “grow up together” in a normal sense, the few years they spent together as teenagers were the most formative of their youth. Narancia feels like he owes a lot to Fugo, since he did basically save his life, but Fugo feels just as indebted to Narancia; he was the first real friend he’d ever had, and the first source of genuine compassion since his grandmother died (Bucciarati - and, to some extent, Abbacchio - tried their best, but the level of authority they had, and the fact that they’re a mafia gang, complicated things).

I think they tried having a romantic relationship pre-canon. There’s a deep emotional bond that forms from that, too - being each other’s first partner, first kiss, and all the stuff that comes with young love. It doesn’t last, though. They’re both too hotheaded, and Fugo’s too insecure, and they’re not equipped to handle each other’s emotional baggage. It’s a messy breakup, but they reconcile soon enough, because, at the end of the day, they miss each other’s companionship.

After rekindling their friendship, there’s still some complicated emotions on Fugo’s side. Narancia’s completely over him, but, as much as he claims otherwise, Fugo isn’t. At all. Sometimes, he’s not sure whether certain feelings - jealousy, worry, genuine care for him - stem from his lingering romantic feelings, or the deep platonic love he has for him.

Narancia jumping off that pier, leaving him behind, is one of the worst memories he has. Learning about his death - from Mista, their mutual friend, no less - might be the worst.

Every year, on May twentieth, he visits his grave. He’s not religious, and doesn’t believe in any sort of afterlife. Still, he’ll sit and talk for a while, as though he can hear him; leave little oranges or flowers, as though he’ll receive them; and, at times, he can’t help but hope he’ll see him again.

The other person he can truly consider his best friend, Sheila, has a similar effect on his life. Though there’s never any sort of romantic entanglement there, she’s also a catalyst for change, for him “growing up,” in a way. They understand the anger and bitterness they’ve both experienced in their lives, and they’re working to become better people. In a lot of ways, she reminds him of Narancia, and, through her, he’s able to understand Narancia more, as much as he can without him there. It helps that, if everyone had lived, I think Narancia and Sheila would’ve been really good friends - and Fugo probably ponders that idea, too. It takes him a while to tell her about Narancia, but once he does open up, I’m sure she notes the similarity, and all the ways he still impacts Fugo to this day.

#jjba #jjba headcanons #purple haze feedback #pannacotta fugo #fugio #should i tag this as fugonara? idk

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lady-necropolis · 2 years

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Ghoul orgy in dressing room, backstage or on the bus. Have fun!

Not gonna lie I blushed a bit. This is my first time writing smut so I hope it's not trash! It's quite long so I'll also put it up on my Ao3 if anyone prefers to read it there. NSFW under the cut.

The band had just wrapped up their final show in the States, and everyone was itching to get back to the ministry and to their own beds for some much-needed rest. You especially. It was your first tour as a p.a., and while you loved the ghouls dearly, they were starting to test your patience and you were burnt out. Dew was particularly difficult. You ran out of fingers and toes counting the times you’ve had to wrangle him to rehearsals and ended up in a screaming and hissing match. It was even worse when he managed to rope Swiss and Mountain into one of his little schemes. You were thankful somewhat you didn’t have to shoulder it alone, Aether helping you out whenever he could. But even then, he wasn’t opposed to a little mischief from time to time. Rain was really the only one you didn’t have to worry about. At least you had the ghoulettes to vent to. But it in the end it was worth it, you supposed. For those little moments when you’d wake up to find Dew curled up on the other side of your bed, or when Swiss would massage your shoulders and mutter a sheepish apology when he’d gone a little too far, Mountain leaving you a flower or a cool rock he’d found outside.

You walked back to the dressing room and with a heavy sigh, started unpinning your veil. Some tendrils of hair came loose from your bun and fell in soft waves, framing your face. A knock on the door.

“Come in!” you shouted. It was the ghoulettes, and you smiled at your friends. “You were great tonight!”

“Thanks honey,” Cirrus smiled, as Cumulus gave you hug. You and Sunshine were both a little shy, so you just gave her a warm smile which she returned gratefully.

“When you’re done Aether wants to see you in the green room,” Cumulus said, pulling back.

“Oh?”

“They’ve got a surprise for you,” Sunshine replied in a singsong. You furrowed your brow as Cirrus shot her a look and a shhhhh!

“Better go, don’t want keep them waiting,” she winked, ushering you out of the room and shutting the door.

A fluttering heat settled in the pit of your stomach. You weren’t much for surprises, and while Mountain’s gifts were always delightful, you weren’t keen to find out what the rest of the ghouls had brought you. You knocked on the green room door, and Aether opened it almost immediately, a curious look on his face that you couldn’t quite pin down.

“Guess you got my message!” Dew and Swiss were settled on the couch to the far wall, the little ghoul eyeing you rather intensely from his seat. Mountain stood at the opposite end of the room with Rain, who waved politely. Smiling, you waved back.

“You all wanted to see me?” You asked, turning your head to the ghoul beside you.

“Yeah, well,” Aether started, suddenly and out-of-character a little awkward, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “We just wanted to say thank you for everything you’ve done for us so far,” he said, and your heart started to swell. “I know it’s your job and all, but, really, you go above and beyond that.” You smiled, trying not to let the tears that were pricking your eyes to fall. It had been a long few months.

“Thanks guys, it really means a lot to me. I really love working with you all. Even though you’re pains in my ass!” Swiss barked a laugh and Aether chuckled a bit, his hand finding its way to the back of his neck again.

“Yeah, on that note,” he cleared his throat. “I think we all owe you a bit of an apology too, and there’s someone who has something they’d like to say.” Aether looked at Dew pointedly, who was sitting with his arms crossed and mumbling grouchily to himself.

“Go,” Swiss shoved him gently forward off the couch and the smaller ghoul shot a vicious scowl back.

“Fuck! Okay, Okay.” He stumbled forward, approaching you with his hands up in appeasement. Your stomach fluttered again. “I just wanted to say I’m really sorry. I know I’m not easy to deal with, but I really appreciate everything you do.” Fuck, that burning sensation in your eyes came back and you blinked a little. It was so hard to stay mad at Dew when he was giving you that look, his big eyes droopy, voice so so soft. He stepped in your space and brushed a thumb across your cheek, collecting a stray tear. You cleared your throat a bit before speaking.

“Dew, I-I don’t know what to say,”

“You don’t have to say anything.” his voice was barely above a whisper, and his hand moved lower to cup your chin between his thumb and finger. It was gentle, but just firm enough that it tilted your head back, and you breathed shakily, staring at the ghoul through heavy-lidded eyes. “We want to show you how much we appreciate you,” he whispered in your ear, nibbling softly against your neck. “You want that doll?” You let a whimper, and found yourself nodding. And as you did, Dew started sucking and biting that spot on your neck in earnest, eliciting a moan from you.

You opened your eyes to find the sofa empty, and you sucked in a sharp breath as Swiss’ tail slithered up your back, curling itself around your neck as Dew suckled on your ear lobe. Aether stood back, walking to wall with Mountain and Swiss, his cock straining against his tight pants. The three watched intently, their eyes pitch black with lust, predators ready to pounce, and you found yourself drooling, swallowing another moan thickly as Swiss ground his hard cock against the meat of your ass and Dew pulled you into a searing kiss. He was all teeth and tongue, and you returned it all with as much eagerness. A part of you had always thought about something like this, how it would feel to be with your boys, how Dew would taste. It was all smoke and cinnamon, and you loved it. Another peak at the wall found Mountain palming at his straining cock and rain’s tail twitching in arousal. Aether smiled at you as he unfastened his pants to relieve some pressure, pulling his thick cock out and running a hand languidly down his shaft. You moaned into Dew’s mouth and he pulled away, biting down on your lower lip.

“What’s say we take this off?” he whispered, his hands roaming up your curvy hips, tugging the hem of your habit further and further up. You nodded and with a surprisingly chaste kiss, he helped you pull the habit off, throwing it to the floor as Swiss’s tail toyed with the edge of your lace panties.

“Ffffuck,” he groaned as he grinded harder against your backside, hands coming up to free your hair.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” Dew muttered as he pulled at your bra straps, you helped him out and unclasped the bra as Swiss brushed your dark brown locks to the side and nibbled his way down your neck to your shoulder. Dew dragged his tongue down your chest, pausing to flick and suck at a nipple, and you threw your head back against Swiss’s chest, feeling the rumble as he chuckled against your skin. Every nerve in your body was on fire as Dew helped you out of your shoes, unclasping your stockings and rolling them down, leaving a trail of little love bites on the insides of your thighs as his fingers found the edge of your panties and tugged them down. They stuck to your centre and the ghoul purred as he nuzzled your cunt, nose ghosting across your folds but never where you needed it. You groaned in frustration and digging your fingers into his silvery hair, you pushed yourself needily against him. He laughed darkly and Swiss tweaked a nipple, sending a jolting of painful pleasure to your clit.

“Impatient, aren’t we?” You couldn’t answer, just kept panting as his tongue finally lapped at your bud, his hands kneading the meat of your ass.

“Dew,” Aether rasped, his cock was furiously red and leaking; while you were enveloped in your own little world of pleasure, he, Mountain, and Rain had taken to caring for their own needs, and Mountain’s large hands were wrapped around the two ghouls’ cocks, thumbs running over the leaking heads, as Rain keened into the large ghoul’s shoulder. “Get her on the couch.”

Dew pulled away from your centre, wiping his mouth on his shirt sleeve.

“You want that sweetheart?” He panted, tail swishing excitedly as you nodded. “Need you,” you stammered out as a long finger slid into you, pumping slowly.

“Fuck, Dew, She’s ready,” Swiss groaned as he pulled his finger out and sucked it into his mouth. You heard Dew groan at the sight and the sharp sound of him yanking his fly down as he you stared, eyes bleary with lust at Swiss. “Satan below you taste good, sister” he purred, and you responded by tangling your tongue with his, tasting your heady arousal. Like you weighed nothing, the multi-ghoul lifted you from under your ass and instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist, as he carried you over and plopped you softly on the couch, your head tilting back over the armrest. Swiss leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on your lips, you sighed into it, writhing your body into the cushions. “You gonna open that pretty little mouth for me?” he whispered. You nodded.

“Fuck Swiss I want your cock in my mouth,” you whimpered, and he kissed you gently again before pulling away and unbuckling his belt. Dew sauntered over, completely undressed, and you moaned as that burning heat settled into the pit of your stomach as he climbed onto the couch on his knees over you, the head of his cock brushing against you as his nails dug into your hips, lifting you up. You would certainly be marked up tomorrow, but right now, you didn’t care.

“Ready for me Doll?” He lined his cock up to your hole and you moaned softly as he pushed the tip of his cock in and thrusted it shallowly in and out, then finally, after you were practically whining and begging for him to put it in, he bottomed out with a wicked grin. You looked over to the three ghouls and smiling, you beckoned them over.

“Come here,” you breathed out between huffy pants, crooking your fingers in a come-hither motion. Dew’s cock was hitting all the right spots inside you and were already feeling yourself reaching the crest. You took Mountain’s cock in your hand, it was long and heavy, and you marveled at its weight as you squeezed the base, eliciting a deep moan from the ghoul whose tail settled at your breast, running its velvet over your nipple. You shuddered and mewled loudly as Dew’s cock simultaneously found the sweet spot inside you.

“Ffffffuck baby, so tight” he hissed as he picked up his pace, snapping his hips harshly against yours.

You squeezed your eyes shut. It was all too much as Swiss pushed your lips open and thrust his cock in. The two ghouls inside you found a rhythm rather quickly and you groaned around the multi-ghoul’s cock, gagging occasionally around his girth. Dew panted heavily as his thrusts grew more and more violent, each one punching that spot, making you whine and moan around Swiss’ cock as he pushed it further and further down your throat.

“Such a good girl” the multi-ghoul hissed as he fucked your throat, drool pooling at the corners of your mouth. Mountain pumped himself in your hand, while Rain grabbed your free one and brought it to his own throbbing member, you twisted your hand at the base of his shaft and he mewled lowly. You were putty in their hands, writhing as under their claws and tails, that gripped and pulled at you. The rubber band in your gut was pulled so taught ready to snap, and perhaps sensing it, Aether wrapped his tail around your neck, squeezing just enough to send you crashing over the edge, pulsing around the thick cock inside.

“ffffffuck, fuck, fuck, baby” Dew groaned. He fucked you with reckless abandon rocking you back against Swiss, who had stopped moving, letting the shocks of Dew’s hips guide you up and down his cock. You jolted as you felt his knot pushing at your entrance, and you let out a high-pitched keen, looking up at him, silently begging him to push it in. “You want my knot Doll?” he hissed, you whined again, hands furiously jerking Mountain and Rain. You felt a thick rope of cum land across your chest as Rain finished, coat your side tongue lapping at a nipple. Mountain followed soon after shooting his load across your stomach. You all but screamed as Dew pushed his knot in, locking the two of you together in a whirlwind of pleasure, filling you in places you never knew could be filled like that.

“Fuck!” Dew howled, as his hips stuttered and you milked his cock, feeling him kick inside you as you came a second time. The vibrations of your groans spurred Swiss on and he came down your throat, chanting quietly under his breath.

“So good sweetheart, so fucking good,” he whispered pulling his cock, letting you take a much needed deep and shaky breath as your chest heaved. Rain was curled into mountain, who was stroking his hair, as Swiss tucked himself back into his pants, panting slightly.

“Shit that’s hot,” Aether groaned between pants as he leaned over Dew who had slumped over and was planting sloppy kisses on your tits, lapping up the others’ release and keening. Aether was the only one who hadn’t come yet, and his hand moved rapidly across his swollen cock, gasping and groaning while he ran a finger around your entranced. You and Dew both groaned, not realizing he had started to deflate until you felt him stretch you out again, his hips twitching against you.

“Have enough in you for one more darling?” Aether asked, walking over to stand by your head and gently caressing your cheek. You nuzzled into the touch, and taking his throbbing cock in your hand, you guided it to your lips. You lapped gently at his head before he pushed in, thrusting steadily as you swallowed him further down your throat. He didn’t last long, having been teetering on the edge for so long, he came after a few solid thrusts, and you swallowed every drop of his cum, sucking on his head as pulled out. “Such a good girl,” he whispered, and kissed your cheek. He readjusted himself and chuckled at Dew, who was still resting on your chest, panting softly into your skin, completely spent.

You sighed, running a hand through his silky hair as you came down from your high. It would be a while before he would be able to pull out and the other four began arranging themselves to leave.

“You alright there, Dew?” Aether asked, helping Rain off the floor. The ghoul nodded into your chest, giving Aether a shaky thumbs up. You heard the rumble of his deep laughter as you melted further into the further into the cushions, still dazed. “We’ll see you back on the bus” he whispered, closing the door after them. Dew groaned, lifting his head and smiling lazily at you. You smiled back, feeling your chest swell as you brushed a strand of his hair out of his face.

“You okay Doll?” he whispered, pushing himself back up onto his knees, pulling you up with him and settling into the couch with you straddling him while you were still caught on his cock.

“Yeah,” you sighed, as he tucked your hair behind your ear and sucked gently at your skin there. He pulled back, and there was something curious in his eyes that you couldn’t quite place. He ran them across your face, bringing his hand to caress your cheekbone as his tail wrapped loosely around your waist. It was comforting, and you found yourself leaning into him, pressing your forehead to his.

“Look,” he mumbled, “I know I’m a little much—Okay I’m a lot, but—” You caught him off guard with a gentle kiss, smiling into it as he returned it with fervour.

“Shut up,” you whispered affectionately. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

#nameless ghouls #the band ghost #ghost bc #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul

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raewrites42 · 10 months

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FALLING Part. 3.2

SPOILERS ATSV!!! i dont Really think there's any spoilers for ATSV in here but i'll put it just in case.

This is an OC story.

~SIDE NOTE FROM RAE~

The second half as promised. I don't know why it wouldn't let me put it all in 1 post but here it is.

~EARTH 199999 ~

Taylor, Peter and Strange are sitting after having their long conversation. All 3 of them are exhausted, well Strange is more annoyed. Strange is rubbing temples. “That was one of the most exhausting experiences I have ever went through and I fought against Thanos.” “Who?” Peter and Taylor question at the same time. Strange shakes his head at both of them, “Never mind. Is there anything else or have we covered it all.” Taylor speaks, “No, I think we’re good on my end Peter?” “Nope all questions answered.” “Great, now as long as you 2 promise to not disturb the fabric of the multi-verse we can conclude this conversation and I can send you both on your way.” Peter questions, “Wait! What about the super collider? Wont it like tear a hole in my universe or something?” Strange rolls his eyes, “Not at all. Whoever built that thing was lazy and didn’t know what he was doing. If anything, the collider would have gone off and exploded the blast radius would have whipped out half the city.”

Taylor furrows her eyebrows, “Then how did you-? Why did you say we were trying to destroy the multi-verse if it would have only affected the city in our universe?” “The chemicals and the radiation from the blast left an unknown outcome.” “Meaning?” “The results from the explosion would have caused the damage to the multi-verse not the collider itself.” “So, like stopping a canon event.” Strange rolls his eyes, “stopping, causing whatever you want to say. Super colliders are just bad all around.” Peter nods his head, “noted.” “Now as fun as this has been its time for you to go.” Strange opens a portal back to Peters universe. “Wait!” Taylor yells, stopping him. “What?” “Can’t you just send me home?” “That’s what I’m doing.” “No not Peters home my home. Back to Miguel.” “No.” “What!” “Why?” Peter and I yell at the same time. “You’re a wizard! Why can’t you use your powers for good!” “I told you about the balance of the multi-verse.” “But I’m not from his universe, wouldn’t that throw off the balance!” “Exactly! Sending her home would balance things out!” Strange shakes his head. “It would throw off the balance, because you come to his universe with that watch, right?” I nod my head. “Yes.” “Then you have to go back the same way.” Peter shakes his head. “That doesn’t make any sense.” Ears start to blur my vision, I steady my voice before speaking, “I don’t understand.” Strange sighs,” Magic is a part of nature, your watch goes against that natural balance. If I try to send you back home through a magic portal it could kill you.” I let out a humorless laugh, “so what your saying is all of this was for nothing.” Peter tries to argue, “You’re really telling us there’s nothing you can do?” My strange face remains the same, “There’s nothing I can do. I’m sorry.” I wordlessly step through the portal not looking back. I see that I’m in an alley, so I just keep walking. No destination in mind.

I’m stuck here. A wizard couldn’t even help me. This is where I live now. Here? No more Hobie, No more Peter B, No more Mayday, No more Mi- no I can’t that. If I say that then this is real and this can’t be real, I’m having a nightmare. A month-long nightmare that I can’t seem to wake up from. I don’t know how long I’ve been walking when Peter runs up to me in his normal clothes, I didn’t even know he brought those. “Hey!” Peter tried to stop me, but I just kept walking. “Hey!” Too numb to speak. Peter grabs me by both of my shoulders, forcing me to stop. “Hey! Taylor look at me.” I slowly bring my vision up to meet his eyes. “We’re going to figure it out, ok? We’ll fix your watch and send you home.” “We both know there’s no way for me to go home Peter. I’m stuck here.” “Don’t say that.” “Say what the truth?” “You can’t give up, ok? I haven’t given up so you can’t give up. Ok?” I didn’t answer him. “Taylor, I need to hear you say ok. You can’t give up, ok?” He looks at me expectantly. “Ok, yeah Peter I wont give up.” “Well, that’s a start. We’ll get you to believe that eventually.” He drops his hands from my shoulders. “Can we just go home. We were in that place for hours and I’m starving.” “Yeah. Let’s go home. Its only 9:30 May should be done with dinner by now.” “we’ve been gone since last night; do you think she’ll be mad?” “At you? Never but I’ll definitely be hearing about it.” Me and Peter walk home its 10 by the time we finally get there. May meets us at the door with a frown on her face. Peter goes to explain, “May I know we’re late I’m sorry.” May holds up her hand, “don’t say sorry to me Peter say sorry to your friend. He’s been here waiting for you for 3 hours.” Peter and I exchange confused looks. Peter turns back to May, “Friend?” Peter, May and I walk further into the house, into the living room. We see a hulking figure sitting on the couch, this guy is huge. I think the only person I’ve ever seen this big was-. My though is interrupted as the figure stands and turns to face us. I let out a loud gasp, “Miguel?”

#miguel o'hara x black oc #miguel o'hara #spiderman #atsv fic #tasm andrew garfield #spiderman atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel ohara x oc #fanfic #miguel ohara fanfiction #miguel ohara x reader

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jerzwriter · 1 year

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Sunday Six 12.11.2022

Giving a little peek at some upcoming holiday fics. I have some for Ethan x Kaycee, Tobias x Casey, and even for Eli x Zoe in WTD world. Plus, one OH / TRR crossover that I've had so much fun working on.

There are no sneak peeks for these, but these works are coming up in the weeks ahead.

I'm wrapping up Tobias & Casey's wedding this week - two parts are remaining, the night before and the day of their wedding.

Vegas 3 will also be out this week. I know, I've said it before, but I MEAN it this time. :)

I am really excited to embark on two angsty series by month's end, Reset for Ethan/Kaycee and Where it Goes From Here for Tobias/Casey. I miss angst something fierce. lol

I'm sooooo anxious to get to the core of my HC for Eli & Zoe in Wake the Dead, but time hasn't been a friend, and I don't want to rush it. But part three of A Mother's Journal is coming, and I'll admit, it's getting angsty as fuck. Mostly because we know what lies ahead.

I also think all the couples deserve some new year's smut... hmm.... anyway, I've blabbed enough. Here are some sneak peeks!

A Very Mixed Up Christmas - OH - Ethan x Kaycee

Ethan and Kaycee were putting the finishing touches on dinner, unsettled by the relative silence in their home when there were… well… so many relatives present.

“Ethan,” she whispered. “What do you think is going on?”

“Regarding?”

“Your Dad and Naveen were acting all weird before. Now my parents have disappeared too. Usually, they’d be helping us or in the living room chatting.”

His brow furrowed as the realization dawned on him. “You know what, you’re right…and look… they’re on the balcony!”

“The balcony! It’s 30 degrees today!”

Ethan dried his hands with a dishtowel and walked toward the sliding door.

“What are you doing?”

“Saving them from hypothermia… and getting to the bottom of this.”

Unnamed Christmas Fic - OH - Tobias x Casey

"Thanks for coming with me," Tobias whispered, his wife looking at him with questioning eyes.

"Where else do you think I would be?"

"I just know... well," he motioned around, "this just isn't your scene."

"Hmmm. And being married with a baby on the way wasn't your scene once either, was it?"

"No," he chuckled, "It most certainly was not."

"But you're happy now?"

"Do I really need to answer that?"

"Nope. I'm just saying, life changes for both of us... for the better."

Unnamed Holiday Fic - TRR/OH Crossover - Ethan, Kaycee, Tobias and Drake, Liam, Olivia

"OK, you need to stop!" Kaycee ordered, closing Ethan's laptop in the hopes that would do the trick. But it sprung back open just as quickly as it had been closed. She turned to Tobias with desperation in her eyes.

"T, please! Get him to stop!"

"Stop? I just went out to get munitions, dear! This is war now."

"Face it, Kaycee, you're outnumbered. The only question that remains is, are you joining our ranks... or are you on the other side?"

Unnamed Holiday Fic - WTD - Eli x Zoe

Zoe stood on the deck taking in the bucolic setting that surrounded them and made a mental note to thank Troy for what seemed like a ludicrous idea less than a year ago. Who knew that Red Meadows, would be their home; and who knew that the young woman who was cold when it was seventy degrees would come to find winter to be her favorite season.

It wasn't the billowing snow that covered every surface, blanketing a horrid world in a sort of peace she had never known. It wasn't the way it glowed like an enchanted forest in the moonlight. Most would believe it was because zombies were all but non-existent this time of year, and she would admit having that one huge worry lifted from her brought a relief she couldn't express. But it was more. Looking inside the lodge as the residents of the new colony conversed, imbibed, laughed, and played games... she had found something she had always longed for without knowing what it was. She had found a home.

She could feel the tears building in her eyes, this life would be unrecognizable just months before..., and she was so grateful, yet so still so wracked with guilt because the one person who enabled all of this to exist wasn't there to share it with her. Lowering her head with a deep breath, she was about to surrender to the torrent of tears building within when she felt a hand gently pulling her near.

"I knew I find you here," he whispered.

He always knew where to find her. And like magic, he knew when she needed him most.

#choices fanfic #open heart fanfic #wake the dead choices #ethan ramsey #tobias carrick #eli sipes #some trr this time too #cfwc sunday six #sunday six #sneak peeks

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caxycreations · 9 months

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The Date

David held Ryder's arm, a nervous smile on his face as they entered the restaurant. Ryder had reserved a table as an anniversary gift, and David had dressed up quite well for it. He was wearing his black dress, custom made to his specifications. Ryder had worn his custom suit as well, and they certainly looked as though they had money to burn.

Still, the atmosphere was more than David was used to. The lavish decorations such as high class paintings and beautiful tapestries, the crystalline lighting fixtures and chandeliers, the velvet lining the floor, and the masterfully carved wooden tables, plush seats, and gorgeous, ornate tablecloth on each table...it was overwhelming.

Ryder smiled, his eyes locking with David's in a silent message of reassurance. A moment later, an employee came to them.

"Sir, name please?"

"Trayson."

"Ah, Mr. Trayson and his plus one. Come this way, please."

The two made their way after the employee, an Australian Shepherd in a suit vest and trousers, and David reveled in the softness of the floor. His paws were used to the rough carpeting, hardwood, and tile of most places. The gentle caress of velvet flooring was soothing to the pads of his paws, and he smiled softly at the feeling. As they reached their table, Ryder pulled a chair out for him, and he took his seat with a grateful nod. Ryder followed suit, and the shepherd that led them there placed a menu in front of each of them.

"Now, what might you want to drink, sir? Ma'am?"

David giggled a bit, and deciding to lean into it, he did his best feminine voice.

"I'll take some of the white wine, please."

Ryder clearly liked it, judging by the pleasant surprise on his face.

"I'll take water, please."

The employee nodded, writing down their requests.

"Excellent choices, both of you. Your server will be here shortly to take your orders."

With a bow, he left.

"So...Miss Seltz. Wine?"

David smiled, keeping up his act.

"Of course, Mr. Trayson. I've heard it's quite savory."

The two shared a quiet laugh and picked up their menus, reading through the options, until their drinks were brought to their table. The menu had a few good options, as far as David was concerned. A few fish fillet options, and when the server came he decided on a simple Tilapia fillet with garlic salt, lemon pepper, and a few other seasonings with a side of cole slaw. Ryder, for his part, ordered a medium rare t-bone with fillet mignon and a side of mashed potatoes.

With their menus gone, the two smiled at each other in loving silence for a while.

David was no longer nervous. He knew this establishment had a reputation for disliking men of his orientation, and the fact he'd slipped right under their noses was a little more than exhilarating. When the food arrived, he was eager to eat and could tell Ryder was as well. They quickly dug into their food, though with more grace than usual. David smiled as Ryder struggled to keep himself from tearing through his food as normal. Watching him try so hard to restrain his hunger, taking smaller bites rather than his usual mouthfuls. To say the least, David was amused. This date was certainly going to be fun~

Note

This is an older story and is slightly outdated on some things, as well as being written by a far less experienced me XD

All the same, I still very much enjoy reading it now and then, and hope you all do too <3

I just wanted to leave this disclaimer to make y'all aware some details in this may not be present in current or future iterations of the stories.

Tag List

Tagging the following because they seem to enjoy my work <3 Let me know if you would like to be added to the tag list!

@heavensfallenfaction @moremysteriesthantragedies

#writeblr #relan #literature #fiction #modern fantasy #furry #anthro #anthropomorphic #short stories

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untilthenextencore · 1 year

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Linda Mujer : Ch. 4~...

From that point on it was more or less smooth sailing. Merce seemed to open a bit more. But only a bit. She still made a stunning if slightly self-possessed vision perched on the couch between Robert & Jimmy.

The girls who had hoped to end up with Robert or Jimmy still whispered about her. But not one of them cared much. Even in the times when a rather pushy girl attempted to perch herself on Robert's lap startling Merce a bit, the lads handled it with their usual aplomb. Robert gently repositioned the girl back onto her feet. "There we are, luv. Careful now. Don't want you to hurt yourself. Ya having fun?"

"Yeah. But I think I'd have more fun with you." She whined, attempting to twirl a curl of his blonde hair around her finger.

Robert stopped her short, taking her hand & pressing a kiss to her fingers. "I'm glad you think so, luv. But maybe another time, yeah?" He then clinked glasses with her. "Cheers."

The girl nodded, batting her eyes at him & giving Jimmy a little wave too before throwing Merce a look & sauntering off in a huff.

Merce was a bit surprised & yet somehow not at all. "Are they always like that?"

Robert shrugged. "Sometimes. They can be. Some of them."

Jimmy's hand then came over hers, patting it comfortingly. "But you need never worry about that, my dear. Not with us. Not ever."

Just then, Peter appeared. "Mind if I take him from you for a moment, my dear? Have to talk a bit of business & I don't want to bore you with all the inconsequentials."

"Anything for you, papa. Hurry back." She smiled.

A moment later Robert brought up the elephant in the room once more. "So, how do you know Peter again, luv?"

"Robert~..." She laughed. "I told you already. I'd tell you over tea one day. Maybe."

"Tomorrow." He pointed out.

"Tomorrow..." She nodded before adding a beat later. "Maybe..."

They both laughed.

Robert then leaned in, going in for a kiss suddenly. Merce turned to the side, reaching for a bottle of cider. This leads Robert's nose only graze her hair.

He inhaled her scent & grunted. Half-growled. Roses. Jasmine. Sandalwood. Patchouli. Oranges. Vanilla. Musk. He throbbed just from that. The scent on her skin. The scent on her. The scent of her.

Turning back as Robert leaned back a bit, Merce tilted the bottle towards him. "Another cider?"

"How'd you know? Thank you, luv." He laughed, taking it & taking a big swig before beginning again. "Your perfume..."

"Oh? Oh, you like? Thank you. It's called Bal a Versailles." She smiled brightly.

"Let me guess. Roses, jasmine, oranges, sandalwood, patchouli, vanilla, musk."

"Yes!" She clapped quickly in a miniature form of applause, leading Robert to bow making her laugh again. "Very good! Yes, it's got tons of floral & fruity & green notes. I even get a hint of lemon at times."

"Lemon you say?" He quirked a brow. "One of my favorites."

"So I've heard... Can't imagine where though..." Merce shrugged, leading them to share a conspiratorial laugh.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything..."

They looked to the sound of the voice to see Jimmy headed back their way.

"Hello, stranger." Merce's smile remained bright as she welcomed him back. "All done making your illicit business deals & discussing your ill gotten gains?"

Jimmy laughed. "Cheeky. Where did all this cheek come from?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Merce shifted her gown to allow him to easily retake his seat before then adjusting her glimmering shroud. "Behind a veil."

All three laughed.

Robert was still laughing as he added. "Yeah, Pagey. Are you done powdering your nose?"

Jimmy cut him a look that was just to the left of withering, clearly unamused. "Ha-ha, Percy. Spoken like someone who's on his fifth cider of the night."

"Gentlemen!" Merce spoke up, fighting back a laugh. "Gentlemen! Gentlemen please! I met you as gentlemen & I'd prefer if gentlemen you remained!" Now the laughter broke through, making her fight back tears of a different kind as she covered her mouth.

Her face flushing hot from both the situation & her ribald laughter, Merce pulled a lace folding fan from her pocketbook & began to fan herself as she collected herself. This gave the gentlemen at hand time to do the same. It also gave time for a surprisingly simple question to bore itself into their heads.

"By the way, luv..." Robert started with the lighting of another cigarette & another sip of his cider. "Your name on the marquee your sort of stage name... Linda Mercedes or Mercedes Linda depending on region I'm told... Is that your actual name? Or are we to remain calling you Miss or Señorita Rios until Peter lets us in or we find out the truth?"

"Indeed. It's so simple yet lyrical in its simplicity. Almost too perfect to be real." Jimmy nodded, alighting a fresh cig of his own off of Robert's.

"And yet it is." She nodded with a giggle. "Rather funny enough it is both a play on words in Spanish and my actual name. Though, I don't know if the play on words was intended at that time of course."

"Linda meaning pretty in Spanish right?" Robert asked, chest puffing in pride at his opportunity to show off even the barest touch of bilingualism.

"Yes, it does." She nodded. "It's been anglicized into being pronounced, "Lihn-duh" in English-speaking countries. But in Spanish & thusly in my name, it is meant to be pronounced more along the lines of "Leen-dah"."

"Leen-dah?" Robert inquired to Merce's nodding approval. He then practiced the newfound pronunciation under his breath, hiding his hard-working lips behind his cider bottle.

"How fitting. Linda Mercedes Rios." Jimmy noted, doing his best to use the correct pronunciation.

"Pretty Mercedes Rios." Robert grinned, making sure his dimple popped to full effect. He leaned into her slightly, though whether he was attempting another kiss or merely a nuzzle was unclear as before he could make too much of an inroads, Jimmy cut in.

"Is it Linda Mercedes or Mercedes Linda Rios then?"

"It's Mercedes Linda. Officially, on my birth certificate, it reads - and Peter will tell you..." Merce cast a wry smile Robert's direction before returning her gaze to Jimmy. "Mercedes Linda Lolita Laelia Lourdes Quintero Rojas."

"Wah..." Robert hushed in surprise at the indeed lyrical & old world sounding name.

Jimmy, however, at least externally, was less than gobsmacked. "Lolita Quintero? Like in "Mark of Zorro"?"

"You know it? Wow!" Merce's eyes widened. "I'm surprised. That movie came out before either of us was born! Are you a fan of it? Big on swashbuckling, Jimmy?"

Robert felt his stomach muscles contract with the effort it took to hold in the laughter that was clawing at his diaphragm to get out as he shrugged, doing his best to maintain his lackadaisical exterior, noting wryly. "Nah. Just Lolitas..."

Merce gazed at him in slight confusion, allowing Jimmy to cut in again as he cut his eyes at his blonde friend in a look that was a little less than mirthful & amused.

"I've seen it a few times. A spirited picture. You do the name perfect justice, may I say. It fits you beautifully. Truly lovely." Jimmy punctuated his words with a kiss to her hand, on the curve of her knuckles, holding it between his larger two yet again.

Her smile was incandescent now. Face lit by a blush as it nestled in a shroud of stars & shimmering sparkles as it was still being cooled by the soft waves of her lace fan.

"Thank you..." She whispered in a voice that was cooler than her burning cheeks & the heat flickering in her chest - fires building in her heart - would seemingly show or allow. "You are a gentleman."

Robert was not to be dissuaded though. "So many pretty names. For such a pretty girl. Fitting indeed." His Cheshire Cat grin remained as he - taking note of Pagey's hold on her hand - busied himself in arranging & fixing an errant curl near the curve of her neck.

Her blush intensified, leading her to begin fanning slightly faster to quell the flames as he continued.

"Such lovely names for such a lovely girl." He repeated in a purr, the backs of his fingers caressing her downy cheek as he curled & twined the errant lock of hair around his fingertips. "I heard Peter call you Merce, is that what you like to be called? What you prefer to be called? Certainly is less formal & distant-sounding than Miss or Señorita Rios."

Merce opened her mouth to speak or attempt to speak when she was distracted by the chimes of a nearby clock. Checking her watch to see if the chimed time was correct instead she was left to gasp. "I'm afraid that is something you'll have to decide yourself. Either that or perhaps we can pick this up at tea tomorrow. It seems that if Peter is to call me anything right now it should be a car. That is if I'm to get any sleep before my rehearsals or said tea tomorrow afternoon."

"Oh? So soon? Must you leave just yet, Cinderella?" Robert teased, continuing his cheek caresses.

"I'm afraid I must." With a soft, shy giggle Merce stowed her fan back away. She then took Jimmy's hand & kissed him on the cheek & repeating with Robert before adding as she rose & turned to face the both of them. "I had a wonderful time tonight. I can't thank you two enough for reuniting me with Peter. I don't have the words. There are no words. I shall cry if I even try to attempt to find them. Just know I am forever grateful. Eternally grateful. Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. But I really must go. Please excuse me. I hope to see you tomorrow."

"Anytime, luv." Robert reclined, looking very much the laid-back rock Golden God, even as he reached out to hold her hand like Jimmy was yet again doing himself. Caressing the back of her hand with his thumb, he grinned his same Cheshire Cat grin while looking up at her. "And you can count on it. Wouldn't miss it for the world."

Jimmy patted her hand softly, speaking just as softly. "You're very welcome, my dear. And indeed, I look forward to seeing you again tomorrow. Shall I see you to the car?" He asked, beginning to rise from the couch, as Robert did in turn before Merce shook her head & stopped both.

"No, please. You've done enough trust me." She laughed. "I don't want to take you from the party unnecessarily. This is your party after all. They're your guests. I'll just have Peter walk me down if he can manage to get away a moment. Thank you just the same. Thank you. Thank you. Goodnight."

And with a quick curtsy, her hands left theirs. And in a breathless hush, she left to find Peter. And in the blink of an eye, both she & Peter left the room, Peter insisting on following & accompanying her home in order to ensure she make it safely there.

And with that, just as if the last remnants of a glimmering, shimmering, shrouded dream, in said blink of an eye, she was gone...

Hope you all enjoy~!

As ever, this is forever under construction~!

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starwarsgirl198 · 1 year

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Chapter 2

Hit Me With Your Best Shot

Author’s Note: I do not like Tommy H. or his friends.Also I know it looks that I don't like Nancy but I actually do xD

Jamie and Carrie were sitting at their usual picnic table in the school yard, eating their lunch as they whispered amongst each other about what had happened during Mr. Craven's class.

"I cannot believe you got miffed about how some male animals can have more than one female." Carrie said, shaking her head.

"Why should only the male have all the fun?" Jamie demanded. "It's not fai--" She trailed off as Tommy's voice and the laughter of his friends broke through their conversation.

"The Byers totally faked it! I bet they had Will hide in the woods so they can have their moment of fame!" Tommy was saying as Carol and their friends laughed.

Carrie and Jamie traded looks before both girls stood up and headed towards the group but it was the latter that reached Tommy first, Jamie grabbed a fistful of his hair and wrenched his head back before she slammed his forehead into the table, Tommy crying out in pain. Carrie stepped around her and placed a well-aimed kick into the stomach of one of his friends that had stood up to defend Tommy, knocking him to the ground. She stood in a guarding position between Jamie and Tommy's posse, arms crossed and feet planted firmly to the ground, she would not be easy to move if they decided to defend their friend.

The yard went silent at this new side of the two girls, all eyes were on the scene unfolding before them.

Jamie leaned down. "That's. Not. Fucking. Funny," she gritted out in his ear, her voice a low whisper. "Their worry and fear wasn't fake, it was real." She gave another hard tug and Tommy groaned in pain. "You think it was all a joke? Them finding a body in the water and thinking it was Will...you thinking that his older brother killed him?"

“Holy. Shit.” Paul breathed as he and his brothers had watched the whole thing.

Even Billy’s cigarette nearly fell out of his mouth from where he was watching near the dumpster.

She looked around at the audience, eyes landing on the brothers before her attention was brought back to Tommy and his friends where Jamie barely dodged a elbow to the face but she wrapped the arm and wrenched it behind Tommy's back, pinning it in place. He struggled against her but wasn't able to dislodge her. "Yeah, not fat, dipshit, this is muscle," she said. "But let's not focus on that, it's not important. What is important is the fact that you have no sympathy for a family who suffered so much last year so here's what's going to happen from now on, you and your little friends will be silent about this, you will leave the Byers alone...whatever issue Steve has with Jonathan is between them so stay the fuck out of it."

"Focus, Jamie." Carrie said as she shoved one of the braver friends away, knocking him to the ground.

"I know, I know...if I even hear you say this shit about them again," she leaned down, her body pressing against his as she placed her chin on his shoulder with her lips against his ear. "I will fucking break your arm." Jamie released his arm and stepped back. "Do. You. Understand. Tommy?"

Tommy slowly turned to face her and nodded his head rapidly, tears brimming in his eyes.

Jamie turned around and shouted. "AND THAT FUCKING GOES FOR EVERYONE ELSE!" She turned around and walked away.

One of Tommy's other friends lunged for Jamie but Carrie moved quickly, intercepting him and kneeing him hard in the stomach, knocking the air out of him before she threw him over her shoulder. He landed on his back hard on the ground, the air knocked out of him a second time. She leaned over him. "Marine, baby, so don't fuck with us." Carrie straightened and followed after Jamie, brushing her hands.

The two girls sat back down and went back to eating their lunch, as if nothing had happened. "So...from 10 to 1 with 10 being the highest, what's our chances about getting a boyfriend now?" Carrie asked with a smirk.

Jamie mimed a bomb falling and than going off. "Very unlikely now but I say they can go fuck themselves."

“You sound so sure.” Michael came to their table. “That… was amazing.”

Jamie looked up and smiled when she saw that it was Michael. "Well, usually guys don't like it when girls are strong and can pin them so yeah, I am sure." Her smile widens. "Thank you, Michael, though I kind of feel a little bad for showing that side of me."

"....You don't feel sorry at all." Carrie remarked.

There was a pause before Jamie shrugged unabashedly. "Okay, I got caught in a lie, I don't feel bad because this is who I am....got a knee jerk reaction to being angry when I hear people laughing at the suffering of others."

David walked by Tommy’s table, glancing at the jock’s food. He smiled as a little idea popped into his head.

“Mind if we join the party, ladies?” He stood behind Michael, startling him.

Jamie's eyes moved from Michael to David, she was obviously observing them both for any clues of their history together. "Mmmm....do I mind?" She murmured as she pretended to think about it, her smile turning into a smirk. "Nah, you can join this party as long as you don't get turned off by girls who are prone to violent outbursts.” Jamie had a smirk on her lips as she said this because she wasn't going to hide, lie or even downplay that part of them.

The only thing she and Carrie lie about is the fact that they are not human and how Frank and Sally had found them...and what condition they had been in.

Marco and Paul briefly struggled over who got to sit next to Jamie, but the shorter blonde won out. He grinned triumphantly as he took his prized seat.

“I let you win.” Paul muttered, now sitting next to Dwayne.

Jamie chuckled softly. "You boys need to learn how to share," she teased before she reached over and patted Paul's hand. "You get to sit next to me next time, Paul."

"Or maybe start making up a schedule on who gets to sit next to you during lunch." Carrie teased with a smirk, amused.

Jamie snapped her fingers. "Good suggestion because I am sure that Dwayne and David here would have loved to sit next to me." She reached up and carded her hand through Marco's hair. "But for now the spoils of war goes to the winner and Marco here is the winner."

Carrie silently moved over to make room for someone else to sit next to Jamie, smiling slightly before she glanced over at Billy.

Billy put out his cigarette before striding over. He knew an invitation when he saw someone. He took the open seat without a word. “Did I hear that right, about Marines?”

"You heard right, our adopted father is a Marine as is his brother, Joe," Carrie answered, looking at him. "Taught us how to defend ourselves from any pervs or bullies....downside of that training is that we tend to scare people." Granted that training was supposed to be reserved for anyone who came after them to try to take them back to that Hell but both Carrie and Jamie used it on anyone who tried to get rough with them.

Frank wouldn't mind truth be told...as long as they didn't start the fight and ended it too. "But we don't mind, it helps us sort out who likes us for us or who only likes us for our looks."

Billy looked between the girls. “I want in on that.”

"You want in?" Jamie asked. "Frank's training isn't for those who won't fully commit to it and we start early." She was giving him a warning, usually she wouldn't but since Carrie liked him, she figured she should at least try to be nice to him.

“Oooh… scary.” Billy grinned, briefly running his tongue over his upper lip.

David nudged Paul and called to Tommy’s table. “Hey, Tommy? Tell me… how are those maggots?”

The jock frowned. ��… excuse me, freak?”

“Those maggots in your mashed potatoes. How do they taste?”

Tommy looked down and spat out a mouthful of spuds, jumping out of his seat. “Jesus…!!”

Carrie looked away to hide the blush that was forming when she saw his tongue run over his upper lip. Jamie, on the other hand, rolled her eyes but did smile. But both girls then tensed at David’s words and Tommy’s reaction. Was he like their little sister? But in order to be sure, they’ll have to check for a brand . Jamie glanced down at his wrist but the sleeve of his jacket wasn’t pushed back to reveal a number.

This would have been amusing if they didn’t suspect that they wouldn’t have sent another like them after them. And lived in well hidden fear and paranoia because of Frank’s experience with the government and his knowledge of how they work.

Jamie and Carrie forced themselves to relax and chuckle, hopefully no one noticed their odd behavior.

Michael had a look on his face when David taunted Tommy. “David…”

“Yes, Michael?” The spike-haired blonde asked sweetly, and Jamie could see his left eye was green and the right was blue.

That tone alone confirmed Billy’s suspicions that these guys had quite the history. He looked at Michael. “Can’t take a joke, Emerson?”

“Aw, don’t mind Michael.” David purred, “Besides, he’s used to my tricks by now.”

Jamie looked between the two. Oh yeah, there was definitely a history between them but first… She reached out to pick a piece of lint off David’s sleeve, *accidentally* pushing it back to expose his wrist. No tattoo so how was he able to do that? Jamie pulled her hand back. “Don’t feel too bad for Tommy, Michael,” she said, suppressing a shiver when David purred. “He deserved that and much worse.” And Jamie wondered what tricks Michael was used to from David, and it did make her brain go south.

She rubbed her wrist, briefly exposing the *13* that was inked there before she fixed it to once more be covered.

Dwayne caught her wrist, seeing the tattoo. “Aesthetic?”

Steve tensed at his table, where he sat with Nancy and Jonathan

Both Jamie and Carrie bristled, there was an unspoken rule that *no one* was allowed to touch their wrists or see the tattoos that were there. It brought about a change that was unnerving: they became cold and expressionless.

“No…not aesthetic,” Jamie answered as she stared down at the tattoo, many emotions crossing her face now but none of them was pleasant. “But everyone has secrets that they don’t want to share with the class and this is one of them.

Now there was a hint of warning to not ask anymore questions.

This answer seemed to be enough for Dwayne, as he slowly let go of her wrist. “Fair enough.”

Jamie stared at him as she quickly recovered the tattoo. “Sorry,” she said. “I hope I didn’t kill the mood.”

Carrie was watching, silently. Dwayne’s response was surprising, usually people kept prying through the only people who didn’t continue pry was Steve and the Party.

Oh and Mr. Craven and Mrs. Carpenter.

So maybe the brothers would be different, she looked at Michael, and maybe him too since Jamie liked him as well.

“Sorry about that,” David spoke on his brother’s behalf. “Dwayne’s the observant type.”

“What’s fun to do around here?” Paul asked Jamie and Carrie, changing the subject.

Billy snorted. This town had been a shithole so far…

Both girls shared looks and grinned, silently showing David and Dwayne that there was no hard feelings and all was forgiven. “Well, you boys actually moved here at a good time," Jamie said, leaning forward. "Hell Fest is here, it's a traveling Halloween themed fair and it lasts the entire month of October."

"We go there every day," Carrie added. "It opens as soon as night falls."

All four boys, Billy and even Michael seemed interested.

“Where’s it gonna set up?” Paul asked.

"On the outskirts of Hawkins there's two acres of fields," Jamie said. "The people who run HellFest bought it like a few years ago."

Carrie reached into the pocket of her jacket and pulled out a flier before she turned it over to reveal a map. She laid it on the table, it was large enough to be split in half.

The two arcs were split in half. "The bottom half is pretty good but we like to go to the top half," Carrie said as she pointed to it. "The scare actors are allowed to touch people in there."

"Yeah, they carted her off last year." Jamie said with a smirk.

“I’m game.” Paul looked over the flier, Marko resting his chin on his brother’s shoulder.

“Party Boy has spoken.” David nodded.

"Mm, let me guess, you want to met us there?" Jamie asked.

"Or maybe we can all met up at our house and hopefully in two cars," Carrie said. "Christine is big enough to do that."

“You just give us a time.” Billy grinned. “You coming too, Emerson?”

Michael looked hesitant for a moment, but something flickered in his eyes and he nodded. “Yeah. I’ll be there.”

"Let's meet at our house right after school, it's a long drive to get there," Carrie said. "Our house is 4820 Cherry Lane."

Jamie smiled at Michael. "It'll be fun, I promise."

“We’ll be there with bells on.” Marko winked at Jamie.

Jamie reached over and gently patted his cheek. "Good, we'll be waiting."

"But we should warn you about Frank, he's protective but usually lets us hang out with the 'enemy'," she does air quotes around that word and even motions to the boys when she said it. "Though he will allow it if no harm comes to us." Steve was borderline questioned when he first met Frank.

Billy finally addressed Steve’s from across the courtyard. “Who’s the guy that’s been staring for the last ten minutes?”

Carrie looked over and smiled, waving at Steve. “Steve and his girlfriend, Nancy, and the gloomy guy with them is Jonathan.” She had thought Steve and Nancy were over after the whole 'Nancy was a whore' situation but they seemed to have worked it out.

Much to her disappoint since she's been harboring a crush on him since she first saw him.

“There was a bit of drama last year with those three but they fixed it,” Jamie said. “Hopefully it doesn’t repeat itself this year.”

Fuck. Billy knew that tone; she had a thing for the pretty boy.

Steve shifted in his seat when he saw piercing blue eyes narrow at him from across the courtyard.

Jamie covered her mouth with her hand to hide the amused smile that was forming, as she watched Billy. She didn't need to read his mind to know what he was thinking. "Hey, Stevie," Jamie called over to him. "You coming to Hell Fest with us? You two can come too...if you can handle it." Her tone wasn't mocking or even rude to Nancy and Jonathan because despite the other teen being a rival for Steve, both her and Carrie liked her.

And Carrie's crush on Steve wasn't known, not even to the boy in question.

Steve waved, smiling. “Oh, yeah…! Sure!”

Jonathan and Nancy looked at him.

“What?” Steve shrugged. “Sounds fun. Maybe.”

"C'mon, Nanc and Jon, it'll be fun and no there's maybe either," she could see Carrie looking at her from around Billy but Jamie kept her focus on the three. "I'll even be nice and not scare you like I did the year before."

Carrie snorted at that.

"Shut it, you're not helping."

“We’ll be there.” Nancy stated with a smirk.

"You want to met us at our house?" Carrie asked. "And take whoever can't fit in Christine? And I hope no one gets freaked out when they actually see Jamie's car...like Steve did."

Jamie snickered at that memory, she owned a 1958 Plymouth Fury...that she had given the same color scheme as the car from the Stephen King movie adaptation. And she did name it Christine which annoyed Frank and he had vowed to never ride in that car.

Steve blushed in embarrassment at the memory, and saw Jonathan smiling. “It’s night time and I couldn’t see her.”

"Would have defeated the whole scare if you did see me," Jamie deadpanned. "And I didn't get praise for driving the car literally blind. No, all I got was a scream and than yelling on how I scared you and that I should never do that again."

"Why do so many people like you?" Carrie asked.

Jamie shrugged. "Deep down, they like my twisted and evil personality."

“Some of us really like it.” Paul winked at Jamie. “Our old man opened a new video store. Lots of the good scary movies.”

"I am happy to hear that," Jamie smirked. "Max's Video Store'?" They had noticed it on their way to school, they might stop there after school to get more scary movies for the horror movie marathon they have every Halloween.

"The video store that we had already doesn't carry that much horror movies." Carrie added.

David laughed, shaking his head. “He’s not exactly imaginative when it comes to naming things.”

“… does he have The Exorcist ?” Billy asked.

“Yeah.”

“Sold.”

Jamie shuddered when she heard the Exorcist while Carrie smiled widely. "That's Carrie's favorite movie," while she could watch any other horror movies, she draws the line at that one. "Does he have all the the Hammer movies?"

Carrie leaned over to Billy and whispered. "She got scared at the scene where Reagan is walking bent backwards."

“That’s one of the best parts.” Billy grinned.

“All the Hammer movies.” Marko told Jamie.

"It's right after the face scene which freaked her out so badly that she left the room," and since that day, Carrie had been watching the movie by herself. "I watch it by myself now."

Jamie opened her mouth to say something but spun around when she sensed someone watching, from the corner of her eye she sees Carrie do the same. Her eyes scanned the school grounds until they landed on a familiar truck.

Sheriff Hopper was watching them but as soon as he sees them both looking at him, he raises his hand in the universal gesture for calm before he dipped his hat at them and drove off.

They watched him before they traded looks. They had caught his thoughts, he knew about them because of their little sister. He had came to see how they were doing but had seen that they were okay and safe.

"Probably here to make sure you haven't put another cow on the roof." Carrie said.

Jamie looked at her. "First of all, you were there and second of all, he's got no evidence to pin it on me."

The bell rang, signaling the end of the lunch period.

"School is almost done....just have to get past the boring classes now." Jamie groused as she stood up and threw out her trash.

Carrie rolled her eyes. "Math isn't boring and you're still miffed at Mr. Dante for throwing a piece of chalk at you during History yesterday." Jamie had fallen asleep in the middle of the American Civil War lecture.

She got a peeved look for that remark. "Getting hit by chalk hurts."

#Stranger Things #Lost Boys #polyamourous #my ocs #Carrie Monroe #Jamie Monroe

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obeymeoasis · 3 years

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The First Time They Say “I Love You”

Lucifer

At first you just did small things, like cleaning up the used coffee cups on his desk. Things that you wanted to do for him because he was so tired all the time. But after you pointed out a calculation error in a R.A.D organization’s monthly expense sheet, Lucifer started relying on you more. He often asked you to do a final scan over documents before he submitted them to Diavolo just in case he missed anything.

You found that your work styles were very similar: extremely organized, detail-oriented, and meticulous. You enjoyed spending time in Lucifer’s office. And helping him with his work meant that he got done more quickly and had more time to spend with you.

Right now he was at his desk, furiously scanning through a stack of papers. You could tell he hadn’t slept in a while. The buttons at his throat were undone and he had dark smudges underneath his eyes. Somebody had apparently mixed up the schedule for an upcoming series of lectures and Lucifer was left to solve the problem.

You shut the door behind you slowly and carefully made your way over, trying your best to balance the tea tray and multiple folders you were holding. "Here, Luci. I brought you peppermint tea and shortbread. You should have some while you work, you look absolutely exhausted.” He looked up at you and smiled gratefully, a private smile that only you got to see. “Thank you MC, I appreciate it.”

You then handed him the thick folders. “Also, these are all of the invoices from last week’s alumni dinner party. I thought they were a bit messy to look at so I organized them into different categories based on the business and then sorted the purchases sequentially. Also, I calculated the total expenses and thankfully we were able to stay under budget.”

Lucifer's mouth was slightly ajar and his eyes widened, looking at you as if you'd done something incredibly strange. You asked self-consciously, "Is... is something on my face?"

With the same bewildered expression on his face he said "MC... I love you."

You laughed, a little startled. "Why, because I organized some files for you?"

"Well, yes. No. I mean yes and no. It's not just the files, it's everything. The way you're always thinking of me and taking care of me. The way we work well together. The way I can trust you with anything. I love you, MC. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to say so."

You felt your cheeks flush with happiness. "Well... I love you too, you know. A lot. Now hurry up and finish your work so that we can spend some actual time together."

Lucifer laughed gently and then reached to take your hand in his, pressing a delicate kiss against your fingers. "Anything for you."

Mammon

You were at the casino with Mammon on a Wednesday night. On school nights he usually went alone because you were busy with homework. But tonight he looked so lonely as he headed for the door that something spurred you to put on a jacket and run after him.

When you took his hand in yours, he turned to look at you in surprise and the most radiant smile lit his face. “You’re coming with me, baby?”

The first couple of hours weren’t bad. Mammon brought you small plates of food and you were content to just watch as he flourished in his natural environment. You smiled amusedly at his antics, the way he bantered with the dealer, how he yelled in delight when he won and how pouty he became when he lost.

But pretty soon the long day of classes caught up to you and you could feel your eyelids growing heavy. You were tucked into a small table in the corner, away from the other guests but still visible to Mammon out of the corner of his eye. You figured no one would mind so you laid your arm on the table and rested your head in the crook of your arm. Within a couple of seconds, you were deep asleep.

Meanwhile, Mammon was having some of the best luck he’d had recently at the blackjack table. He turned to where you were sitting to give you a smile and boast about his winnings a little, only to have his heart clench tightly at the sight of you.

You looked absolutely adorable, sleeping with a little smile on your face. It must have been a little cold for you in the casino because you were curled up tightly against yourself. Mammon flushed at how cute you looked and then felt a sudden rush of emotion.

Even though you were tired, you still took the time to come out with him tonight. He knew these places weren’t really your thing but you never complained, you genuinely just wanted to be with him. And that was something Mammon wasn’t really used to.

You stirred at the sensation of Mammon draping his jacket across your shoulders. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you looked up to ask: “Hey Mams, how’s your luck been tonight?”

He stood silently for a moment before enveloping you into a sudden, crushing hug. “I-I love you, MC. I really love you.” You were startled and tried to move back to get a look at his face but Mammon wouldn’t budge. “No, don’t look at me. I’m probably super red. But I need to tell you how much I love you. I kinda realized it just now that there’s no one like you. No one who cares for me, who accepts all of me like you do. Thank you for always being here.”

You could feel tears forming in your eyes and buried your face against Mammon’s chest. “Oh, Mams. I love you too. I can’t imagine how alone you must have felt, especially the way your brothers treat you sometimes. But I’m here now, okay? I’ll always be on your side.”

You heard Mammon’s breath hitch a little before he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

Leviathan

You came to discover that there were a lot of little holidays in the Devildom, an occasional day or two when you didn’t have to go to classes. Sometimes you took the opportunity to travel to the human world, often to pick up small necessities or bring back foods you missed.

Today you were here to pick up something specific: strawberry preserves. You had brought back a jar from the human world recently and after having a bite, Levi had practically eaten the whole jar by himself. The preserves were the specialty of a local farm close to your house and Levi absolutely loved them.

Since you were there, you decided to pick up some different jars as well. An employee carefully packaged the jars of strawberry, peach, blueberry, and cherry preserves so that they wouldn't accidentally break on the journey. What he didn't know was that you would actually be travelling between completely different worlds.

As soon as you were back in the Devildom, you quickly made your way to Levi's room with your purchases. He was in the middle of playing a game but when he heard you come in, he turned around to welcome you back. "Hey, MC. How was your trip? What are all those boxes for?"

You opened the topmost one and showed him the little glass jar with the floral pattern on the lid. "I picked more of these up for you today, along with some other flavors I thought it would be nice to try."

Upon recognizing what it was, Levi immediately set down his controller. "MC, this is awesome! I love you!" You froze in shock at his words and it took Levi a couple of seconds before he realized what he had said. He too froze so that the two of you stood there, Levi bright red, neither moving or speaking.

Levi was the one to eventually break the silence. "I-I didn't mean that! Ignore me just now! I don't know what I'm saying." Your heart sank in disappointment. You had merely been shocked that Levi felt the same way about you as you did him. But now he was saying he didn't mean it?

Your disappointment must have been evident on your face because Levi stammered out, "I-I mean, I do mean it! It's just- aargh, this isn't how I wanted to say- Ugh, I don't know what to-" You decided it was best to just be upfront with him. "Listen Levi, I love you a lot. Have for a while now. Can I ask you how you feel about me?"

If he was bright red before, Levi's face looked almost neon red now. He stared at you open mouthed, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You- You love me? Really? You aren't making fun of me or something?" You couldn't help but huff in response. "Levi, am I seriously the type of person who would make fun of you about this?"

It seemed to finally sink in for him then. "No, no you're not. MC, I- I love you too. Ah, I can't believe I said it out loud!" He clapped his hands over his mouth and you giggled at how adorably flustered he looked.

"Hey Levi, now that we know how we feel about each other, is it okay if I give you a kiss?" Levi practically fainted then, and you had to run down to the kitchens to get him a glass of water.

Satan

Satan was used to being alone. None of his brothers or classmates really shared any of his interests and he found that he much preferred being by himself. He was always too engrossed with his books and research that he never considered himself to be lonely.

That is, until he met you. You were somehow able to slowly inch yourself into his heart and without realizing it had become the most important person to him.

The other day, he found a funny quote in one of the novels he was reading and made a note of it to show you later. Then he started thinking about how much his daily routine included you in some way. You had classes together, ate meals together, talked and laughed together, and read late into the night together, enjoying each other’s company.

He realized that he was a lot happier now. Not that he was exactly unhappy before, but it was different with you. He was a lot more relaxed, more prone to smile and laugh. And a lot of it had to do with your influence and the time you spent together.

You were both reading in his room. There was a comfortable, relaxing silence and the atmosphere was especially cozy because of all the lit candles. You had prepared a tray for Satan: a plate of rosemary biscuits and a pot of black tea to wash them down with. This was another thing he appreciated about you; you were always taking care of him.

Both of you were engrossed in your books for a while, until suddenly you could feel Satan staring at you. You marked the page you were on and turned to him, a smile playing on your lips. “Is there something I can help you with?”

He looked at you for a few moments, unsmiling. You frowned, thinking there was something wrong, but before you could say anything Satan said “I just wanted to let you know that I love you dearly.”

You were surprised to say the least. Satan wasn’t really the type to talk about his feelings this explicitly. But after the initial shock, you realized how happy you were that the person you loved felt the same way about you. Satan didn’t let people into his life and into his heart that easily.

It was only when you heard Satan say “Oh love, I didn’t mean to make you cry” that you realized tears were streaming down your cheeks. You put down your book and practically flung yourself into his arms. He hugged you back tightly and waited until you were calm enough to speak. “I love you too Satan, so much. You mean the absolute world to me.”

You laughed wetly, thinking it funny that you were crying during one of the happiest moments of your life. Satan smiled at you fondly before handing you a handkerchief so that you could dry your eyes.

You spent the rest of the night in his lap, smiling and giggling as he attempted to read you a story out loud.

Asmodeus

These kinds of days rarely happened, but they happened nonetheless. Mean, ugly days when no matter what outfit he tried on, it didn’t look right. No matter how much time he put into styling his hair, it just looked flat and dull. And his makeup seemed to refuse to cooperate with what he had in mind.

On these kinds of days Asmo locked himself in his room under the pretense of “needing self-care”. He hated having to speak with others because their usual compliments just sounded mocking and fake to his ears.

Asmo remembered an incident when one of his admirers had complimented his hairstyle and he had snapped at her furiously: “Shut up! Don’t make fun of me!” before storming away. He was incredibly embarrassed about it and apologized profusely to her. Since then, he figured it was safer to just hide out in his room.

But it was hard to be alone in his room when you were already there. You knew something was up with Asmo when you texted him saying "Hey, could you help me pick out a new coat?" and he replied with "Maybe another time, sorry darling!" He would have never refused an opportunity to go shopping with you.

So you raced to his room after classes and thankfully managed to slip in while Asmo was in the kitchen gathering some snacks. When he saw you standing in his room you could see he struggled to act nonchalant. "Darling! I didn't know you'd be here. I'm sorry, but I'm feeling a bit under the weather today. I wouldn't want you to catch anything so it'd probably be best if you went to your room."

Your heart clenched at the blatant lie. "Oh Asmo, I'll leave if you really want to be alone. But just know that I'm here for you. Whatever it is, there's nothing I wouldn't do for you. I want to be your strength."

You could see the conflict in Asmo's eyes as he stood quietly for a couple of minutes. You were about to turn around and leave, giving him some alone time, but he suddenly blurted out "I feel ugly today. I feel disgusting and horrible and hideous."

Asmo closed his eyes, embarrassed at his outburst and also dreading what inevitably came next: empty compliments and false flattery. He didn't want to be told he was beautiful when he didn't believe it.

But instead, you surprised him by enveloping him in a strong embrace. You alternated between gently patting his back and smoothing his hair and were rewarded with feeling the tension leave his body. You didn’t say anything, just continued to hold Asmo and wipe away the few stray tears on his cheeks.

Eventually you moved him to his bed, Asmo’s head lying on your chest and his arms wrapped around your waist. You weren’t sure how much time had passed but he seemed to be much calmer. He tilted his head up to look at you, his eyes searching your face, before almost whispering “I love you”. Your eyes widened in surprise. “You seem to always know what to do, MC, how to put me back together again. You’re honest with me and you actually listen to what I’m saying. I love you. Please stay with me forever.”

The two of you fell asleep like that, Asmo’s head on your chest and your hands intertwined.

Beelzebub

Beel was a bit nervous, considering this was one of the most important Fangol games he had ever played in. Not only was it against their rival school, but also Beel’s coach had let him know that there would be scouters from the professional league coming to watch for potential talent.

It was too bad that you wouldn’t be able to watch him play. He considered you a very important part of his game-day routine. In the morning, you always made him a hearty breakfast and at the pre-game warmup, he frequently went to you for kisses and headpats. He considered you to be his good luck charm.

Unfortunately, you weren’t feeling well. You kept having bad stomach pain and the doctor had said it was probably your body reacting to some unfamiliar Devildom food. You were currently lying down in your room with a heating pad on and some warm green tea.

Beel missed you terribly. It had only been a few hours since he had last seen you but he couldn’t help but feel lonely. You were always there shouting and cheering for him on game days which made your absence feel that much larger.

His teammates and coaches could tell that something was off with him. They kept coming by to ruffle his hair or pat him on the shoulder and ask, “Is everything okay?” and “Don’t worry, you’ll do great!”

Beel knew he was being silly. He would go see you right after the game! And yet his heart wasn’t in it during the pre-game stretches. He kept spacing out and staring at the wall instead of actually getting ready.

Suddenly, one of the assistant coaches came into the room. “Beel! MC is here! Now hurry up and stop moping around!” He saw you behind the coach looking a bit uncomfortable, your stomach must have still been bothering you. But you were also smiling at your little surprise.

Beel ran up to you and hugged you gently. “MC! What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in bed? Are you okay? Are you feeling better?” You laughed at his barrage of questions before reaching up on your tip-toes to give him a pat on his head. “I’m still in a bit of pain but I wanted to be here. I couldn’t miss such an important game! Now what’s this about you moping around?”

Beel blushed and ducked his head before mumbling, “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” You laughed again and Beel’s heart soared at the sound. He was suddenly struck with the realization of how much he loved you. You, who always had his back, who was always there to support him and motivate him.

He wrapped his arms around you and whispered in your ear, “Thanks for being here, MC. I love you so much, you know. Sometimes it feels like my heart is going to burst.” Your arms tightened around him in response. “I feel the same way Beel, I love you so much. Now go and win this game, okay? Show them how amazing you are.”

After the game, Beel was surrounded by his coaches excitedly telling him about how many scouters were interested in seeing him play again. But all Beel could think about was having you in his arms again.

Belphegor

It occurred to Belphie one day after class as he was walking down the hallway. There was a couple leaning against the locker, engaged in a full display of public affection. They kept giggling and yelling “I love you!” at each other. Belphie fake gagged a little before moving past them.

But then it occurred to him. Is that kind of thing something... you wanted? Your relationship was relatively new both in terms of time and in that this was something Belphie wasn’t really experienced with. You were one of the people that knew him best though, apart from his brothers, and Belphie had just assumed that it would be okay to continue acting as he had always had around you.

What if secretly this was something you wanted as well? All of the endearments and displays of affection. Belphie hadn’t even- hadn’t even said the “L” word to you yet. This continued to trouble him even as he lied down for his afternoon nap. In his dreams he kept seeing visions of you crying while looking on enviously at other couples and asking, “Why can’t we be like that?”

By the time he sat down at dinner, Belphie was exhausted. And you of course noticed, especially since he was eating a lot less than he normally did. After dinner the two of you made your way to his room, where you were getting out some textbooks to study and he lied back down on his bed. “Hey Belphie, is everything okay? You seem a lot more listless than usual.

Belphie stared at you, contemplating whether to tell you what was going on. But in the end he decided against it. “It’s nothing, MC. Don’t worry about it.” His voice definitely didn’t sound like it was nothing. “Okay, Belphie. But let me know if you want to talk about anything, okay? I’m always here.”

For the next hour or so, you studied for your classes while Belphie tormented himself. He did love you. But he wasn’t good at expressing his feelings, especially in the way the couple in the hall had. What if that now you were dating, you expected him to change? Would he even be able to? Frustrated at the swirling questions in his mind, Belphie ended up blurting out “I love you!” to your back.

You turned around in your chair slowly, surprised at his sudden intensity. “I... love you too. Belphie, is everything okay? You’ve been acting strange all day.” He sighed. “MC, you know what kind of demon I am. I’m not good at all the... lovey-dovey stuff that other couples do. But if that’s what you want, I can at least try to be different.”

You shook your head. “I... honestly have no idea what you’re talking about. I know how you feel about me, Belphie. I don’t need you to be like “the other couples” because I fell in love with you and who you are. I don’t expect you to be someone you’re not. Where are you even getting the idea that I want something other than what we have?”

Ah, Belphie really did love you. There was no one else in the world that knew him so completely and still loved and accepted all parts of him. And... he just realized that he had said “I love you” for the first time by practically shouting it while your back was turned.

He got up and stood next to his desk. You were sitting and looking up at him, concern evident on your face. He smiled and leaned down to kiss you gently before mouthing against your lips, “I love you, MC.”

You could feel how hot your cheeks were as he moved away and went to lie back down on his bed. You pretended to be unbothered, flipping randomly through your textbook, but none of the words made any sense. You mumbled under your breath, “”You’re pretty good at lovey-dovey stuff.”

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Okay! Here’s my request:

Natasha x asexual reader (female),where Natasha confesses her feelings for the reader, but the reader reluctantly rejects her. So after turning down Natasha’s declaration of love, the reader can’t stand seeing Natasha all beaten down and upset, so the reader confesses that she is asexual, telling Natasha that she deserves to be with someone who can give her everything and satisfy her needs. That the reader won’t be enough, no matter how much in love she is with Natasha. But little does the reader know, Natasha doesn’t want those needs, but you.

What do you think? 😃🖤💜🤍

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pairing: Natasha Romanoff x asexual fem reader

word count: 3.5k

summary: much to her dismay, r has to reject her crush, natasha

warnings: swearing, drinking, mentions of sex and sexual attraction, lmk if i need to add any more

A/N: thank you for this request! i love writing for asexual reader sm! i hope you like it, and remember that aces are valid and amazing! :D

also not proofread very well. i'm tired and too lazy rn lmao

You fiddled with your ring, staring blankly at the wall. You had just gotten home from a mission, and needed some time to rest up.

The mission had gone well, you went with Natasha. Your task was to stop a HYDRA attack on civilians. Everything went as planned, and there were no casualties.

Now that you were back, all you wanted to do was rest up and relax.

So, you did just that.

You only woke a few hours later because of Natasha calling you, saying that you had to debrief the mission.

So you reluctantly got out of bed, and made your way to the meeting room.

Fury was there, reading files, and Natasha sat in her usual seat. Her face lit up when you walked in, then she waved and motioned for you to sit down.

As Fury started going over the mission, you just gave short, straight to the point answers to his questions.

It wasn’t until Natasha gave a detailed summary that he let you leave.

While walking out the room, she stopped you.

“Are you going to Tony’s party tonight?”

“Wanda’s making me,”

She laughed, knowing that you most definitely would not be going to a social gathering unless one of your friends forced you.

“Well, I think it’ll be fun. I’ll see you there,”

You were about to shrug and go on a rant about how Tony’s parties were very much overrated, but she simply waved goodbye and made her way down the hallway back to her room.

You were about to do the same before you felt someone tap your arm from behind.

You whipped around, then grinned to see Carol.

“You’ve been back and haven’t seen me yet?”

“Sorry…” you muttered, suddenly feeling guilty.

“You can make it up to me by getting me food,”

You rolled your eyes, then agreed, knowing you would get yourself food too.

She gave you a satisfied smile before beginning to walk down the steps towards the garage of cars.

She stepped into the driver’s seat of course, while you followed behind in the passenger’s seat.

“IHOP?” She asked, despite the fact that it was 3:00 in the afternoon.

“Yes!”

“Great, you’re buying!”

You rolled your eyes, already knowing she would say that.

“So how’d the mission go?” She asked.

“It was fine, nothing exciting happened.

“As soon as we convince Fury to let you come to space with me for missions, things will get a lot more exciting for you,”

You smiled, then chuckled at her statement.

She would talk to you about space all the time, and you had often expressed interest in it. So she took it upon herself to make a slideshow presentation about why you should be allowed to go with her to space. It still needed some work, but she was absolutely planning on presenting it to Fury when it was done.

“Where will you take me?”

“Well we’d start off with something close, maybe not exit the galaxy neighborhood quite yet,”

You laughed again, looking forward to your space adventures with your best friend.

Carol had eaten about a quarter of her food before she broke the silence,

“So I heard you tell Natasha that you’re going tonight,”

“Yeah,” you said with a shrug, choosing to stare at your pancakes instead of making eye contact.

“Well that’s good, maybe you guys can talk and…”

“And what?” You were beginning to get a little irritated.

“Oh come on! We both know how you feel. Why can’t you just talk with her about it?”

“You know why, Carol,” you said as you subconsciously began to fidget with the black ring you always wore on the middle finger of your right hand.

She sighed, not wanting to fight you on this. So she went back to eating her pancakes, and didn’t say another word about it to you.

As you reluctantly promised, you were at the party that night. Not wanting to engage too much, you stood off at the edge of the room, taking a small sip of your drink.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Wanda and Natasha talking. You thought nothing of it, until you saw Wanda wink at her.

You turned your head to the side, then accidentally made eye contact.

Quickly shifting your gaze to the floor, you took another sip of your drink to hide your embarrassment.

You then decided to walk away, not wanting to create any more awkward tension.

You made your way into the next room until you almost bumped into Sam, who gave you a weird look as he stepped away from you.

“You alright, L/N?” He asked.

“I’m good!” You told him, quickly walking away.

When you finally got to the corner of the other room, you took a deep breath. You finally let yourself relax against the wall, away from the person you wanted to avoid tonight.

You closed your eyes for a minute, pretending you weren’t here.

For just a moment, it worked; you weren’t a loud, crowded party. You were just happy in your room watching movies and eating popcorn. No one was bothering you, and you didn’t have to worry about anything.

Unfortunately, your moment didn’t last.

Your eyes opened again when you heard your name called several times. Standing in front of you, was Natasha.

You noticed both Wanda and Carol standing at the door, watching the both of you.

“Hi, Y/N,” she said, her voice shakier than normal. “There’s something I wanted to talk to you about, can we talk somewhere more private?”

You nodded, then began to follow her back the way you came until you were in another hallway that didn’t have anyone in it.

“Y/N,” she began. “I’ve always liked you as a person, I think you’re brilliant on the field, and I just love being around you. I feel these things around you, and it’s scary. But there’s something between us, I can feel it, and I think you feel it too. I’d like to explore these feelings, so… would you want to go out together… on a date?”

You let out a sigh as your heart dropped. You felt tears coming to your eyes as you thought about what she was saying to you. As much as it would hurt both of you, you had to do it.

“I’m really sorry, Natasha, but no. I can’t.”

“Oh-” she was taken aback from your response, unable to hide the disappointment in her voice. “This was stupid, you’re right. I’m sorry for even asking in the first place, I-” she couldn’t even finish her sentence before walking off, leaving you alone.

Two days later, Natasha had barely left her room. She stayed under the covers, mostly trying to sleep. Of course, it eventually turned into hours of staring at the ceiling while her stomach was in knots.

So, she took a sip from the bottle of vodka she brought up to her room, and leaned back against the headboard.

As soon as she felt tears forming in her eyes, she grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. She watched the saddest movies and TV shows she could think of, and ended up finishing the entire bottle.

If she was going to be sad and cry, it would be from too much drinking while watching sad stuff. It wouldn’t be from you. Natasha refused to let herself cry over a simple rejection.

But it wasn’t a simple rejection.

She’s had these feelings for you for months.

Your smile has made her heart flutter since your first mission with her. She vividly remembers the way your eyes lit up when you found out you were paired with her.

The two of you ended up working so well together. At the end of the mission, you held both your hands up for a double high five. The gesture confused her at first, but she eventually gave in and placed her hands against yours. That’s when you gave her the same smile that still gives her butterflies.

She didn’t even start to notice it until a few months ago, when Clint called her out on it. He noticed that your name was brought up in their conversations a lot. So he blatantly asked her what her feelings for you were.

Of course, she denied everything at first. You were just a friend who was nice to work with. Nothing more.

She didn’t fully realize it until Wanda called her out on it too.

You were eating breakfast, and Natasha’s eyes never left you. You exchanged smiles a few times, and the butterfly feeling in her stomach kept growing.

Wanda saw, feeling a smile grow on her face as she glanced between the two of you. Of course, her powers made this even more fun for her.

While she didn’t usually like to invade people’s private thoughts, especially her friends’, Natasha’s thoughts were loud. Yours too.

So after you got up, and waved goodbye to the both of them, Wanda immediately cornered Natasha. Normally, she wouldn’t do something like that to the assassin, but she felt okay with it considering that her thoughts of you softened her up a bit.

“So, when are you planning on asking Y/N out?” She asked her.

“What are you talking about?”

“You guys would make such a good couple, you should ask her out!”

“Absolutely not! We’re just friends,”

Wanda let out a huff, then rolled her eyes.

“You seem to forget that I’m a telepath,”

This time, Natasha rolled her eyes at her.

“Stay out of my head, Maximoff,”

And with that, she walked away, not wanting to talk about it any longer.

Of course, Wanda had other plans.

The next week, she made mental notes of how the two of you would interact. No matter how much you both denied it, she knew you had feelings for each other.

While you smiled around everyone, you smiled the most around her. Your eyes would light up, and you’d be grinning from ear to ear. And your smile would usually cause her to reciprocate it. She rarely smiled, but she was okay with you seeing her smile.

On top of that, Wanda noticed all the small gestures you would do for each other.

She would pack your bag for missions often, and you would share your food with her.

While both of those things could be seen as platonic, she knew better. You definitely had feelings for each other.

So when she brought it up to Natasha again, she couldn’t even deny it this time.

“Tell anyone, and I’ll make you feel pain you didn’t even know could be felt,” Natasha threatened her.

Wanda nodded, promising that she only wanted to help her.

Eventually, the assassin gave in and let her plan the whole thing out.

It would work out in the end, it had to.

Now, Natasha let out a growl of frustration as Wanda entered her room.

“Can you at least knock?”

“I’m worried about you, Nat,”

Despite her glares, Wanda continued walking towards her until she sat down on the foot of her bed.

“Why do you even care? You lied to me, you said it would work!”

“I really thought it would, I’m so sorry. But you can’t keep yourself locked in here, we’re all worried about you,”

“I can’t face her after I humiliated myself like that. Why would you tell me she had feelings for me too? You said you could tell from her thoughts, but she clearly doesn’t see me that way. Now I’ve probably ruined my friendship with her too.”

“I don’t know why that happened,”

“Please, just leave me alone.”

Letting out a disappointed sigh, Wanda realized this would get her nowhere. Natasha still needed a bit more time.

As she saw her friend leave the room, she finally allowed the tears to fall again.

She hated herself for it, but maybe she actually was crying over you.

It wasn’t like you were doing any better.

You only left your room to train with Carol, and to bring food back up to your room since you didn’t want to eat with everyone else.

You couldn’t help but notice the way Wanda glared at you when you passed her in the hallway. You ended up glaring right back, surprised by her sudden hostility towards you.

The two of you had been relatively close, but she was especially close with Natasha. You knew you had hurt her with your rejection, but in the end, you were doing her a favor.

She’d understand that eventually, and hopefully, so would Wanda.

For now, you lay in bed. You were clinging tightly onto your pillow, letting a few sobs escape.

Even though you knew the rejection was for the best, for both you and Natasha, it didn’t make it hurt any less.

You were only saving the both of you from future heartbreak. It would be worth it eventually. Soon enough, you’d both get over it and go back to being the friends you once were.

However, now you continued crying into your pillow.

You wished you could just turn feelings on and off with a switch, but you couldn’t. It would make things so much easier if these feelings didn’t exist in the first place.

You had tried to suppress and deny them at first.

You ignored the way you felt yourself smiling more at her. You ignored the way you felt like you were on top of the world when she returned your smile. You ignored the way your stomach turned into a knot of nerves whenever you touched; whether it was a full on hug or just fingers brushing past each other in the hallway.

When she sat next to you on movie night though, closer than she normally did, that’s when you realized you couldn’t ignore the feelings anymore.

You wanted to completely close the distance between the two of you, and snuggle completely into her. You wanted to kiss her, and hold her tight. You wanted everything to do with her.

But you couldn’t have her, and it hurt like hell.

After another two days, Carol came barging into your room.

“Y/N, what the fuck?” She said, getting straight to the point.

Your eyes widened, but you said nothing as she sat down and glared at you.

“You’ve been sulking for days, and haven’t done anything about it,”

You shrugged, sinking back father into the bed.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Talk to her!”

“No! I’m just gonna stay here until my feelings go away,”

“Y/N, I love you, platonically, but sometimes you’re the dumbest person I know,”

“Thanks, Carol,”

“Your feelings aren’t gonna magically go away like that. If you don’t wanna date her, then at least talk to her so you can both have some closure on this!”

“I can’t, she’d never understand and it’d just be a whole thing, and I don’t want that,”

“You explained it to me and I understood,”

“Well yeah, cuz it doesn’t affect you at all. It affects her because it’s the reason I can’t be with her,”

“Have you ever thought to consider that maybe she wouldn’t mind?”

“Of course she’d mind, Carol,”

Sighing, your best friend decided she wasn’t gonna win this battle today.

Despite her anger towards you, she still reached over and hugged you before getting up and leaving.

Once again, you were left alone in your own misery.

You began to fidget with your ring, staring at the flag on your wall. The black, grey, white, and purple colors stood out against the wall, adding a nice touch to your room.

You were obviously proud and unashamed of who you were, but that didn’t change the fact that so many people didn’t understand it. So it was just easier to not bring it up. Maybe one day you could find someone like you, who’d understand.

Tears began to fill your eyes as you thought about Natasha. You hated that you had to do this.

You weren’t even sure if you would be able to salvage your friendship at the end of this. That just made everything worse.

You lay back down again, clinging onto the pillow once more.

You remembered the way you felt when Natasha first smiled at you. You remembered the happiness she made you feel. You remembered just how much you wanted to be around her.

Luckily, your thoughts of misery finally stopped when you managed to fall asleep.

The next day, Carol dragged you out of your room. Literally dragged, she grabbed both your wrists and pulled you out of the bed until you hit the floor.

“Ow! What the fuck?”

“No more sulking, you’re getting up and not coming back to your room until tonight. Let’s go,”

You sighed in defeat, then stood up, following her out of your room.

She dragged you downstairs to the kitchen, where she already had breakfast laying out for you.

As annoyed as you were with her, you definitely thought it was sweet that she was going through all this effort for you.

So you sat down and began eating, forcing a smile. You were still hurting, but for now, you could fake it in front of your friend.

She sat down next to you, and seemed satisfied.

You gave a small smile, then continued eating.

It was progress.

When Natasha finally came down, you were the last person she expected to see. Her bloodshot, puffy eyes widened as she saw you with Carol.

She immediately looked away, not wanting to face you, especially like this.

Unfortunately for her, you had already made eye contact for a moment. You took in her appearance, letting out a deep exhale.

She refused to say anything, then turned around as if she had never been there in the first place.

As soon as she left, you turned back to Carol.

“I really messed up, didn’t I?”

As much as the logical part of your mind tried to convince you not to do this, the other part was currently making you.

So now, you stood outside Natasha’s bedroom, hand hovering over the door, prepared to knock.

You took in a few deep breaths, trying to prepare yourself. Just as you were about to knock, the door swung open before you were ready.

“Y/N?” Natasha didn’t expect to see you after what happened. “What are you doing?”

“Can we please talk?”

She frowned, thinking about what happened the last time you two talked. But, she opened the door wider, letting you in.

You walked over to her bed, waiting for her to nod, giving you permission to sit down.

“I just wanted to start off by saying that I’m really sorry for this, for hurting you like that,”

“You don’t need to apologize. You can’t change how you feel.”

“I know, but here’s the thing; I have feelings for you too,”

Her eyes widened in both shock and confusion.

“Then why’d you say no?”

You took in a few more deep breaths, preparing yourself.

“I’m asexual,” you finally got out. “While I feel romantic attraction to you, and really like you, I’m not sexually attracted to you. I’m not sexually attracted to anyone.”

She tilted her head to the side, but continued listening as you went on.

“So as much as I do like you, it’s not fair for us to be together. You deserve someone who can give you everything you want and need in a relationship, and I can’t do that.” You told her, trying to prevent yourself from crying. “No matter how much I love you, I won’t be enough,”

That’s what broke you, causing the tears to stream down your face as they had so many times within the past few days. Telling her everything you had been thinking, and finally getting it out.

You noticed a few tears forming in her eyes as she sat down next to you, wrapping her arm around your shoulder.

“Thank you for telling me,” she said. “I wish you had told me earlier, though,”

“I know, I’m sorry,”

“You’re wrong though,”

“About what?”

“You are enough for me, Y/N. I don’t care about sex, I just want you.”

“Really? You mean it?”

“Of course I do,”

You let out a gasp, then turned and wrapped both your arms around her, leaning in between her chest and neck.

“You’re okay with kisses though, right?”

You smiled, then leaned in and crashed your lips against hers. That certainly answered her question.

It felt like a weight was lifted off the both of you. You loved being like this with her, lips connected and arms wrapped around one another. You never wanted to let go.

When you had to break apart for air, Natasha smirked at you.

“So how about that date now?”

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bratkook · 3 years

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almost. (m) jjk.

not yet, almost, right now

pairing. jungkook x reader genre. fluff, baby angst, smut word count. 6.4k warnings. two idiots!!, pining, masturbation (m. and f.), use of vibrator, accidental voyeurism?, more feelings come to light!! summary. jungkook tries to be the best wingman he could be in your new venture after your breakup. he could do it, right? note. part two of not yet, some more feelings are exposed, please don’t hate oc she is but a pendeja that doesn’t see the obvious feelings jungkook has but she has good intentions i promise<3 there will most likely be a final part,,if you guys are into it lmao okie bye

The cool summer breeze flows around you as you’re sitting under the shade, eyes focused on the chaos of runny yolk and hashbrowns that is your breakfast. Jungkook on the other hand, is focused on you. His signature yellow shades block out the sun reflecting from passing cars, concealing his eyes just enough for you to not see him blatantly staring at you while you stuff your face.

The charmed smile he has falters slightly when you look directly at him, hashbrown lingering by your lip as you repeat his name. “Sorry, what?”

Your brows come together as you smile at his zoned out state, something you had grown fond of in the years of knowing him, always enjoying the small dazed look that graced his face whenever he was lost in his thoughts. His lips push out slightly in question, curious eyes wondering just what you could have been asking him.

“I was saying that I think I’m giving up on crushes and love.” You say it so easily, mind made up as you grin at him before continuing to shovel hashbrowns into your mouth, only pausing to take a sip of your iced coffee.

Jungkook tries his best to seem unaffected, nodding along in interest as he takes a steady bite of his own food. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, taking a look around at the people surrounding you: friends having breakfast together and snapping photos, couples feeding each other food with smiles on their faces, a lone man with his dog perched on the seat across from his while he worked on his computer. You briefly wonder if all of them, even the dog, have better luck with love than you do.

“I think I’m cursed,” you continue. “All of my exes have been assholes, and I’ve always been too blind to see it until it’s over and I’m left crying over Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams.”

“Maybe you’re just looking for love in the wrong places,” Jungkook shrugs, internally screaming because he’s who you should be looking at if you wanted love.

Not to toot his own horn, but Jungkook liked to think he was a good guy, a great boyfriend even. His previous track record of relationships could attest to that, all of them ending on mutual terms, still friendly and civil with each other. He’s almost certain if there was a Yelp page for him it would be at least 4.5 stars with comments raving about how great he is, even little anecdotal touches about how he always gave away his hoodies or offered to cook breakfast.

He was a god damn catch, why couldn’t you see that?

“Maybe prince charming is a lot closer than you think,” he grumbles out, stabbing his omelette with a little more force than necessary, fork clanking against the plate. And when you gasp in realization he freezes, slowly looking back up at you and seeing the way your eyes widen.

“Wait, maybe you’re right!” Your hand shoots across the table, gripping onto his forearm and it sends a shock throughout him, skin tingling at your touch. “You know that coffee shop below our building? That cute barista always puts a heart next to my name. Do you think I should ask for his number?”

Jungkook blinks once, slowly twirls his fork in his hand and blinks again before staring up at the sky, mentally asking why he couldn’t just go out and say it. “Hm, I don’t think you should.“

With a defeated sigh you retract your hand, slumping back into your seat and grabbing your iced coffee once more, stirring the straw and ice around as you nod. “True. What if he feels obligated to give it to me just because he doesn’t want to get fired in case I go all Karen on his ass.”

That wasn’t why Jungkook had said not to, but sure, that works too, so he hums along.

“I bet he draws hearts on all the other girls cups too.” You huff, playfully wiping a tear under your eye with a smile.

“I’ve actually—“

“You know what I—“

You both freeze mid sentence, Jungkook’s cheeks tinted a light pink as he stutters on his words, wide eyes staring at you as if he had caught himself before you cut him off. But as you’re about to tell him to go on, he waves you off and urges you to speak first.

“I was just gonna say that maybe I should go through that wild phase people usually go through after breakups.”

He sets his silverware down on the plate and sips his water, giving you an odd look. “Wild phase? Like you wanna dye your hair red and get bangs?”

“No,” you cackle, ruffling a hand through your own hair as you picture yourself with that combination. “I should just go out and hook up with people. I feel like I’ve either been in a relationship or entirely single, so it could be fun right?”

“Uh, maybe...” he trails off, rolling his lips together in thought, not exactly fond of hearing you say that when he had felt the confession about to roll off his tongue. He takes a slow breath, trying to see this from a neutral point, the point of a supportive friend wanting to help you get over a breakup.

“How do you go about it?”

“Me?” he chokes, pointing at his chest as if there was magically some other person you could be addressing.

“Yes, you. Need I remind you, we share a wall between our beds.” You roll your eyes, but the smile on your face shows that you’re speaking of this lightly, not entirely annoyed by the fact that you had heard Jungkook during his own fair share of hook ups.

He’s not ashamed of it, but considering he never really brought up being able to hear you, he thought you’d pretend to never hear him. It wasn’t too often that he had a girl over, the number of hookups only increasing after you got with Hajoon and loosely cut ties with Jungkook. But from what you had heard—and seen thanks to your nosey self looking through peep holes once they left—it was very rarely the same girl.

So to you, Jungkook was a pro at the art of hookups.

“Right, sorry,” he grimaces, a sheepish smile on his lips as he wonders just how many times his activities kept you up at night.

“It’s fine, consider us even.” A teasing laugh follows your statement, enjoying the flustered look on his face, how his cheeks get even darker in embarrassment. Jungkook was used to the two of you talking like this, neither of you having a filter especially when it came to sexual aspects, but he hadn’t had a conversation like this since before you got with Hajoon. It would take some getting used to again.

“So, give me the tips. Where do you find people?”

Jungkook leans back into his chair, arms stretching out on either side of him, short sleeves of his black tee bunching up and revealing more of his tattoos and the rippling of his muscles. With a small laugh he rakes his hand through his fluffy hair, giving you a small smile. “Honestly? Anywhere. I’ve gotten girl’s numbers at the gym and at coffee shops, but bars are the best bet for something quick.”

“Ugh, fuck you and your pretty privilege.”

“What?” he guffaws, smiling wide and showing you his adorable smile as he laughs loudly, not caring about the attention he draws to your table. He doesn’t even realize how the table full of girls is now trying to discreetly stare at him, because his eyes are on you. You see it though, and it further proves your point. “What the hell is pretty privilege?”

Your wild hands gesture towards him, a look of disbelief on your face as you do so. “You! Of course girls line up to hand you their number, have you seen yourself? Pretty privilege,” you jab your fork at him in time with your final words, a smirk on your glossy lips.

Jungkook feels his confidence grow at your casual compliment, tongue prodding at his cheek as he stares down at his food, trying not to smile too hard. You thought he was pretty, that was a win in his book.

“C’mon,” he teases, foot gently nudging your leg underneath the table. “You could totally score someone's number. Plus there's always apps if you just wanna test the water.”

You give your plate a contemplated stare, “Sure, how hard could it be?”

Admittedly, the answer to that question was: not hard at all. You had met all your previous boyfriends in person, through mutual friends or shared classes back in college, never once dipping your toe into the world of Tinder or Bumble. Who knew all it would take was a couple of selfies and the strategic body shot to have boys circling around you like some new-age, slightly filthier version of rapunzel.

Jungkook knew though, not at all shocked by how quickly you get a match the following day when he’s at your place. His eyes are focused on the screen in front of him, helping you beat a level in your favorite game that you had been stuck on. But the second you gasp as if you’ve won the lottery, he pauses the game entirely and gives you an odd look.

“What?”

His answer comes in the form of your phone thrusted in his direction, lit up screen displaying your profile picture and the one of the boy you had just matched with. Jung Hoseok. Jungkook’s eyes narrow as he reads the name, trying to remember it in case he somehow had a friend in common that knew all the dirt on him.

He has a similar pair of yellow shades on his own head, thicker black rims around them and a charming smile on his face. Jungkook chuckles to himself. Yellow shades? How original.

“What do I say?” you question, eyes looking nervous as you wiggle the phone in his face. The small white bar beneath your match urges you to start a conversation, and coming up with the right words to say makes you overthink it all.

“Just say hi and tack on some cute emoji. It’s not that hard,” he laughs, pushing the phone back at you. Jungkook knew you could start the message off any way you wanted and this Jung Hoseok would eat it right up. How could he not, the alluring smile in your profile photo would draw anyone in.

“Okay, I did it.” Your phone is instantly locked and chucked aside in an attempt to be forgotten, choosing to grab the remote out of Jungkook’s hands for another distraction. It only lasts a brief second before you’re killed by the boss Jungkook was trying to defeat.

“Really?” Jungkook huffs, yanking the remote back into his hands, needing a distraction himself. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that you were searching for a fuck buddy while he sat beside you. How crazy would it be if he suggested being your fuck buddy, offered to help you through this so called wild phase you were searching for.

No. That’s not what he wants.

Would he enjoy it? Sure. But he could already imagine how much worse his heart would hurt if his feelings came to light and yours were non-existent. That is if you’d even agree to it.

“Relax, he’s probably thinking of what to reply.”

You make a noise of disagreement, fingers itching to unlock your device to see if it was true, slowly inching towards it until you finally grab it and go back onto the app. Jungkook just chuckles as he goes back to helping you with your game, not wanting to look at you as you giggle at your device. He could already imagine what this guy was telling you for you to turn into a giddy mess not even two minutes in.

He tunes it all out, eyes focused on the screen, fingers gripping the remote with a little more force than needed. His concentration helps him though, finally passing the level you’ve been stuck on for the past two weeks.

“You’re welcome,” he sighs, making a show of stretching out and sending you a smile, having it falter slightly when he sees your eyes still focused on the screen of your phone. With a frown he looks back at the television, saving the game before turning it off altogether.

Once he gets up from the couch, making his way over to the media console to store the remotes, is when you look up at him. “You’re right, this is easy!”

Jungkook doesn’t feel the usual pride that comes with being right, but the cheerful look on your face prevents him from feeling salty. Coming back towards the couch, he sits beside you once more, facing you as he rests his elbow on the back cushion to lean on. “Told you so.”

He keeps that same smile on his face as you mention how quick Hoseok was to ask you out on a date, even as you bring up the fact that this date would be at his place, and Jungkook could decipher netflix and chill any way some greasy boy tried to conceal it.

“I hope he knows I don’t want anything serious,” you mumble, chewing on your fingernail as you scroll through the messages.

Jungkook could almost laugh at how blissfully unaware you were of the piranha infested water that was the great sea of Tinder. Of course this yellow sunglass wearing wannabe version of him knows you don’t want anything serious, why else would he be so quick to invite you over with the cheeky excuse to watch movies.

All he can do is shrug as he stares at you, lips pressed together in an effort to not say something that would totally ruin everything. Instead, Jungkook does everything he can to be the best version of a wingman you could get. He tells you the ins and outs of hookups, how you should definitely not text him the minute you leave his place and tell him you had fun, don’t talk about anything super personal involving family or your work, and if he doesn’t offer to go down on you but expects a blowjob he’s a loser.

It’s solid advice that you mentally jot down, subjecting him to further questions your mind comes up with and even asking him for help on an outfit via text the night of your hangout with Jung Hoseok.

Jungkook stares at the photos for a little too long if he’s being honest. They weren’t spectacular selfies that you had taken much effort for, their sole purpose being showing off the outfit, but the way you look so focused as you snapped the shot had him zooming into your face and smiling like an idiot. When you double text him with a long line of question marks he snaps out of it, deciding on the second option you picked of mom jeans and a cropped shirt. Cute and casual, and definitely something Jungkook preferred, but he’d never tell you that.

When you finally text him a thumbs up and tell him you’re on your way out he just hearts the message before locking his device and trudging to the living room. It’s not often that he wallows in self pity, spacing those days out so far he barely remembers them. But they usually went exactly like this, ordering a large meat lovers pizza with extra cheese, drinking far too many Mike’s hard lemonade—because despite how much they made his stomach hurt they were tasty so he didn’t care—and binge watching his comfort show: Modern Family.

But even as he sulks on his couch, practically sinking into the cushions with horrible posture and a slice of pizza resting on his chest, he can’t find it in himself to chuckle at Cam and Mitch’s usual banter. He’s too busy thinking about which movie you’re currently watching, if you were watching it. Who’s Jungkook kidding though, you were totally getting your guts rearranged right now.

Taking an aggressive bite out of the crust he frowns and raises the volume up on his television, attempting to drown the mocking voice in his head calling him a loser for not admitting to his feelings. He knew this, knew he should have said something when he wanted to at breakfast, but Jungkook was afraid that if he confessed as you were talking about hooking up, that you’d see him as taking advantage of a situation instead of being genuine. I mean who wouldn’t? You say you want something casual and suddenly he’s spilling his heart out and you’re supposed to believe he’s not some pig trying to butter you up. He didn’t want to get labeled as a creepy neighbor after the good times you’ve had.

“So stupid,” he grumbles to himself as he takes another swig, the last drops of the alcohol hitting his tongue with a tangy aftertaste. As he sits up to place the empty bottle onto his coffee table his muscles ache, neck stiff from the unfortunate position it had been subjected to for the last three hours. With a small huff he’s rolling his shoulders, reaching for his discarded phone to see the time—and also check if you’d sent him some SOS text—but he finds nothing besides the bright numbers indicating that it was nearing midnight.

In true pity party day fashion, he doesn’t even bother cleaning up after his mess, just tossing the dirty dishes into the sink to be washed tomorrow when he would force himself to be in a better mood. Instead, he grabs a water and his phone and waddles into his bedroom.

The moonlight illuminates the space enough for him to keep the light switch off, undressing from his crumb covered sweats and shirt, choosing to remain in his boxers as he slipped under the cold duvet. The sheets feel fresh against his hot cheeks, flush from the alcohol, cooling him down and making his body relax.

Jungkook knows he should sleep, needing to be up early tomorrow for work, but he can’t stop his mind from wandering into dangerous territory. His buzzed brain has no qualms imagining exactly what you were doing right now, wondering if you’d be the type to act shy at a guy’s house for the first time, if you’d initiate the first move or not. Jungkook had only seen it up close once under the flash of strobe lights and the haze of alcohol, but he can still picture the soft smile on your face before you go in for a kiss, and he grumbles under his breath when he realizes that he wouldn’t be the one kissing you tonight.

What he doesn’t know, is that you wouldn’t be the one getting kissed tonight either. The Jung Hoseok you had perceived through Tinder, assuming he was all casual and DTF with his netflix and chill suggestion, had been anything but. What you thought would be a steamy night, ended up becoming a nice dinner and comedy watched, morphing into some version of game night where you discovered he was a little too competitive than you were used to. The only action you got was a kiss to your cheek as he walked you to your car and a promise for another date. A promise you would not be keeping.

So as Jungkook lays in bed while his thoughts turn into some fantasy of you moaning out his name, you shuffle into your bedroom and slip into your pajamas with a defeated sigh. You had already texted your best friend telling her what a bust tonight had been, deciding to just tell Jungkook all about it tomorrow because you knew he was most likely fast asleep now. And as you settle under your own covers, inches away from Jungkook with only a wall seperating you, you decide to just call it a night and pretend it never happened.

Just as you shut your eyes, nuzzling into your pillow, you hear the first moan come from behind the wall. A small cry of despair escapes you as you bury your face into your sheets, tugging them up and over your head to block the sound of Jungkook getting some action the same night you had been left high and dry. Of course he would, assuming you’d be getting the same treatment at your date's place, why wouldn’t he take advantage of your absence and not have to muffle his partner’s moans the way he usually did.

You’re just going to ignore it, until you hear a moan that sounds strangely like your own name. Maybe it's wishful thinking on your part, your horny brain deciding to pretend that Jungkook was calling for you instead of whoever he was with. It might be a little wrong for you to have that fantasy of your neighbor, but you aren’t blind. He’s hot, and adorably sweet, the perfect package for any girl he tried to swoon. And judging by the cries you’ve heard of lucky girls prior, you know he was good in bed.

You’re just desperate now. That’s the excuse you tell yourself as you slowly settle onto your back, feeling your body warm up when you focus on his muffled groans, desperate and needy. As your hand slowly slides down your shirt, you shut your eyes, biting down onto your lip to muffle any sound you could make when your fingers slip underneath your pants and past your underwear.

Jungkook on the other hand doesn’t care about his volume. His boxers are tugged down his thighs, knees bent as he slowly ruts into his sticky palm. His hand is tacky with the lube he had messily squirted on, thick cock glistening in the light coming in from his window. He can’t look away from it, mouth dropped open as he groans, imagining it was your hand tightly wrapped around him, your spit covering his cock instead of that strawberry flavored lube.

“Ah fuck,” he moans, shutting his eyes and throwing his head back onto his soft pillows when his thumb rubs along his slit. It continues to leak beads of precum, quickly wiped away to join the mess on his cock when his hand slides back down and squeezes along his base.

You hear that loud and clear, and when the female voice you’re expecting never follows, you realize he must be taking care of himself. It makes you feel a little less guilty now as your fingers trail along your slit, collecting the slick coating your folds before you softly circle your clit. A choked gasp fills the air at the small sensation, your body already wired after having expected to get some action tonight; it totally had nothing to do with your hot neighbor jacking off inches away from you.

With your eyes fluttering shut, you strain your ears to make out any other noise, muffling your own groans with a hand pressed against your mouth. The bed creaks lightly underneath you as you roll your hips into your hand, getting into a smooth rhythm that makes your body buzz.

Slowly, your imagination runs wild, and you wonder just what Jungkook was thinking of as he did this. Was he watching some porn as he did it, using his own filthy thoughts to push himself to ecstacy, or was this just something he needed to do to be able to sleep?

“Shit, so good,” he groans out, voice raspy, but you can sense his desperation through the drywall. It’s what has you sinking a single digit into your drenched entrance, biting down onto your lower lip when you feel the glide of your walls as you start to thrust into yourself, easing in another and mewling at the slight stretch.

Jungkook would absolutely give his left leg to know what your pussy felt like, he didn’t even care how disgusting he sounded by admitting that to himself, it was true. Blame it on the hard lemonade that made his stomach ache and his mind unfiltered, but he could almost visualize how you’d look above him, could practically feel the warmth of your core wrapped around him, dripping down his length as he fucked into you.

He knows you’re loud in bed, never being one to conceal your cries of pleasure and he would die happy to hear his name come out of your mouth as you creamed his cock. But for now, his hand would have to do.

His lids feel too heavy, jaw slack as the pleasure flows through his body. The wet squelch of his palm fills the room, mingling with his pants and groans, air growing thick around him. It’s been a while since Jungkook had jacked off, and even longer since he’d been able to do it shamelessly in bed without the fear of you hearing him, but now that he thought you were gone he can’t find it in himself to cover his mouth or groan into his pillows like he usually did.

The pent up frustration fogs up his mind, cranks the lust up to 11 until his free hand is gripping his sheets beside him, bed frame creaking as his thrusts speed up. The thuds of his headboard hitting the wall come from behind you, a choked moan blending in with it, and it has you scrambling for your bedside drawer.

The pajamas you wear get yanked off your legs and tossed aside after you grab your trusty vibrator, settling onto your back once more with huff. All it takes is a press of a button for the device to come to life, buzzing in your hand as you trail it up your thighs. A gasp escapes you when you pass it over your mound, brushing against your clit and sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

“Oh my god,” you whimper when you finally press the vibrating head directly onto your sensitive clit, legs spreading further apart as you increase the intensity. You could clearly hear the raise in Jungkook’s moans, and that's when the first irrational thought pops into your mind.

How easy would it be for you to head over to his place and deal with both of your problems. Surely Jungkook wouldn’t have an issue with you offering to suck his dick, wouldn’t mind letting you sink down onto him if it was just a friendly favor.

The little devil on your shoulder tells you it would be mutually beneficial, urging you to get up and walk to Jungkook’s with the vibrator still in your hand, but you can’t. This alone felt like enough of a dirty secret, a secret you’d have absolutely no problem keeping because although you feel slightly ashamed, you couldn’t deny how turned on you are.

The flashes of all the times you’ve heard Jungkook with other people play in your mind, the screams of his name that he tried to muffle, pleas for him to go faster, the resounding smack of his palm on flesh that always left you wide eyed when you heard it. And you start to wonder if maybe you’d be into that, the feeling of his large tattooed hand connecting with your ass, gently tapping against your cheek for you to open up for his cock.

That fantasy is like the first ember needed to start the fire inside of you, spreading uncontrollably until you’re bucking into your vibrator, teeth biting down on your lip to keep any potential moans of his name from slipping out.

“Fuck, fuck,” he chants, the same fire burning within him. Maybe your minds are linked telepathically, his thoughts gravitating to the same filthy fantasy you had. Jungkook was very much an ass man, knowing very well how good your butt looked in jeans from how often he stared at it, he could only imagine how good it would look as he fucked you from behind. Picturing the way it would bounce back from the force of his thrusts, eyes glued to the way you’d soak his cock, mimicking the tightness of your walls with a firm grip of his palm.

Jungkook can sense his orgasm approaching, leaves his chest feeling tight as he pants, legs gliding along his sheets for leverage to continue fucking into his hand. You’re not far off either, vibrator set to the highest setting you can practically feel your bones rattling, free hand slipped under your shirt as you pinch at your pebbled nipples. You’re both on the brink of falling over the edge, the same question playing in your mind: where would you want Jungkook to cum?

As his moans get breathier, whiny in a way you’d never imagine them to be, you mentally decide that you’d want him to cum inside of you, wanting to see the way his cute face would twist up in pleasure as he filled you up. Jungkook hopes you would, throwing all responsible thinking aside for that sweet moment of ecstasy and the mental picture is enough to finally push him over.

“Ah shit, baby,” he cries out in his room—thankfully having half the mind to not cry out your name as he came—eyes rolling back as his cock twitches in his palm, ribbons of cum splashing onto his stomach and chest. The warmth hits his skin, more droplets continuing to leak out as his palm milks his orgasm, stomach hiccuping and back arching from the stimulation.

The choked moan is what has your own orgasm washing over you, your palm slapping over your mouth so hard you know you’ll feel the ache later but you don’t care. A muffled gasp blends with the buzzing of your toy, thighs tensing up as your body tingles and writhes around on your sheets.

The only thing you can think of is Jungkook, the charming smile he’d give you when he listened to you rant about anything, his annoying habit of rolling up his sleeves to show off his muscles, the cute scowl on his face whenever you managed to beat him at Mario Kart, and the soft feeling of his alcohol coated lips on yours. It leaves you feeling warm as your orgasm flows through you, lying limp on the bed as you mewl at the sensitivity.

When you realize your thoughts have strayed from ‘pure sexy Jungkook fantasyland’, and switched over to ‘Jeon Jungkook your adorable neighbor’, your eyes go wide, finger immediately going to turn off the vibrator. In your haste to shut it off, you click the wrong button, changing the pulsing settings and nearly screaming when the device starts to buzz erratically against your overly sensitive clit.

With a strained gasp you yank it away from yourself, turn it off and throw it aside, horribly miscalculating the size of your bed and watching in horror as it lands on the floor with a loud thud. The complete silence from both sides makes the noise sound deafening, and all you can do is sit on your bed, half naked, and hope Jungkook is still too busy basking in his post orgasm bliss to hear the bang.

Although the blood is still pumping in his ears, he heard the thud clearly. His heart stops in his chest as he lays there, too scared to breathe in case he’d somehow make too much noise, suddenly afraid of being too loud after he had just made a show of himself. Jungkook slowly sits himself up, grimacing at the stickiness on his stomach before pressing his ear against his headboard to try to hear anything else.

All you want to do is yank the covers over yourself and go to sleep, pretend your horrendous date and your dirty thoughts about your friend never happened. The sobering mentality that comes after an orgasm settles into you, leaving you staring at the floor with a crease between your brows as you wonder what the hell came over you.

When Jungkook hears nothing else, he sighs in relief, hauling himself out of bed to grab another pair of underwear before entering his bathroom to clean up. As he stares at his own reflection in the mirror, he frowns at how pathetic he feels. The throbbing headache of his earlier drinks is already starting to kick in, body now sweaty from exertion, stomach covered in his cum.

“Such a loser,” he grumbles out, grabbing a wad of tissues to wipe away the mess on his skin before walking back out. Here he was, getting off to the thought of you, while you were out having your post-breakup wild phase.

His hands grab his phone as he reaches his nightstand, flopping back onto the bed and unlocking the device. It’s now one in the morning, and you still hadn’t text him, which either meant you were having the time of your life, or Jungkook had to track down this Jung Hoseok. The slightly protective side of him won’t allow him to sleep until he hears back from you, fingers already typing out a message and hitting send.

Jungkook 1:23am : you safe or am i gonna have to go all Liam Neeson on this guy?

When your phone vibrates on your nightstand you gasp, grabbing it before it could make any more noise. Seeing Jungkook’s name flash on the screen makes your blood run cold, already imagining what the text could be: calling you dirty for getting off on him, making fun of you, telling you to come ove—no stop that.

Finally mustering up the courage, you open it up, a small laugh spilling out as you read his message, relief flooding through you as you realize that meant he thought you were still with Hoseok.

Y/N 1:26am : oh yeah, you gonna show him your very particular set of skills? lol

Y/N 1:26am : i just got home though

Y/N 1:26am : like right now

Y/N 1:26am : still sitting in my living room

Y/N 1:27am : haha

He laughs at your string of texts, something you hear as he settles into bed. Jungkook ebbs away the small feeling of jealousy in his chest, trying to see the silver lining of this. You weren’t rushing to tell him anything about your date which meant it either went so good you wanted to keep it to yourself, or it was subpar and you wouldn’t be seeing this yellow sunglass wearing copycat again.

Jungkook 1:29am : glad you got home safe, goodnight y/n!

Sending back a goodnight text, you lock your phone and slide deeper into bed, pulling the sheets up to your chin as you stare at the ceiling. You already know the only thing you’ll be dreaming about is your cute neighbor with a bunny smile and body proportions that contradicted it. And as Jungkook lays in bed, wondering if he’ll have to push the crush aside, you’re barely coming to terms with the fact that the small glowing feeling that came with being around him might be something else.

Every single one of your interactions gets rewinded and played back like a seamless montage, remembering just how many almost moments there was between you. The way his eyes would flash down to your lips whenever you playfully argued on your couch, hands yanking the remotes from his in a game of tug of war that left you way too close in the heat of the moment. How he’d let you braid his hair anytime you found a new youtube tutorial, his starry eyes staring at you with so much adoration it made your stomach flip, brushing it off as love for a friend.

Then came the jokes from your friends, constantly teasing you about Jungkook, playfully saying they would try to sleep with him just because they liked the scowl on your face, and how quickly you tried to play it off. How the sweet old lady from the convenience store downstairs always assumed you were dating when you came in together, the low jab she sent when you walked in with Hajoon and she said she preferred you with Jungkook. That argument had been one of the ones that left him bolting out of your apartment with a nasty slam of the door, spewing nasty words at you, calling you blind for not seeing it and dumb for acting like you had no idea what he was talking about.

And for the first time, you come to the sudden realization that Hajoon was right. His deep set insecurities about Jungkook had stemmed from scraps of the truth, not just from him but from you too. The amount of times you’d find a way to slide Jungkook’s name into a conversation about anything, telling him funny stories about him, too lost in thought to see that while you were giggling as you reminisce, he was staring at you in disbelief.

The final thought that makes you want a blackhole to swallow you up, comes in the form of you, grabbing Jungkook’s face before planting a kiss on his unsuspecting lips at the club. You want to scream into your pillow as you recall it, how he had almost leaned back in to kiss you again before you had sobered him up with your dumb question rooted in revenge.

“Oh my god, I’m such a bitch.” you whimper. Subjecting Jungkook to be your wingman, jokingly telling him he should be your fake boyfriend more often, asking him for tips with hook ups. If everyone else could see it but you, he probably thought you were purposely friendzoning him.

The guilt piles on top of you as you start to piece together every moment that flew over your head, only making you bury yourself deeper into your sheets. It makes your heart twist, taking note of how Jungkook was always so quick to put a smile on his face despite how naive you were to it all, wondering if maybe it was too late to try to make something of this now. How many times could you call Jungkook ‘bro’ and treat him like you didn’t see him romantically, before he decided there was no hope for him anymore.

So as you force yourself to sleep, nerves and uncertainty weighing heavy on your mind, Jungkook snores away as he dreams of the almost moments that could have been.

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