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taexoxosgf · 5 months

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FORMULA 1

PAIRING race car driver!lee mark x fem!reader

WORDS 3.5k

SYNOPSIS mark just looks too good to resist after his race.

WARNINGS explicit sexual content (too lazy to add deets), car sex, fluff, friends with benefits, they’re in denial lol

NOTES my first fic on tumblr <3 my bb

You spot Mark across the airport track.

Sitting in his newly acquired Nissan Skyline GT-R 34, one arm hangs out of the window. He lifts the same arm to bring a cigarette to his lips, the cloud of smoke seemingly following in slow motion. His hair damp due to the forgotten rain from the hour before. The same cherry red hair, now longer and styled, no longer covering his forehead. A piece dangling in front of his eyes.

Individuals began dispersing now that the race had ended. Of course, Mark was the first to cross the finish line. He always was.

You often attended his races but not solely for him. The people were always friendly, and any kind of race was exhilarating to watch. The cars maneuver between each other, attempting to avoid collision. If anyone of the racers tried to pull a trick and it went wrong, it would turn into something much scarier than a race.

You loved watching him race, even more, the activities afterward. You two weren’t by any means exclusive, but the both of you hadn’t been with anyone else since meeting each other. People could call it a situationship. Some label it as friends with benefits. Whatever it was, Mark’s texts were what you looked forward to late into the night. But today, he texts you earlier than usual.

ML: Enjoying the view?

ML: I know I am

You scoff, looking back up and immediately locking eyes with him. A smirk adorning his smug face.

ML: Come here.

You: I’m not gonna run to you like a dog. You come here.

ML: Baby don’t be like that

You: Stopped by to watch ur race. It’s over now, so I’m leaving

You: Bye

Not sparing him another glance, you make your way off the track. Feeling his eyes on you, your hips sway with every step. The denim mini-skirt you chose to wear rides up, and the backless top reveals the perfect amount of skin as Mark's eyes are glued to your figure.

People are standing outside their cars, talking, eating, the usual at car meets. It’s almost like a tailgate before a football game. The atmosphere was always welcoming and it was easy to make acquaintances that could turn into close friends.

There’s one every week, and having gone to them for the past 2 months, there are many familiar faces. You’ve even made close friends with Ningning, another racer, who you bonded with due to her beating Mark in a race when they were still rookies.

There’s Jaemin too, who you met through Ningning. He always greets you with a smile, his eyes staying on yours a little too long after every response.

Your conversations with Jaemin never last longer than five minutes with Mark always making up an excuse for you to leave. And when you finish protesting to Mark, you look back, and Jaemin is already 20 feet away, grabbing another plate of food with Ningning.

You’d like to think Mark gets jealous. Maybe he does, but then, you remind yourself of the mutual agreement of ‘no strings’ and remember he couldn’t be. So you push any second thoughts in the back of your mind.

Unlocking your car, your fingers are wrapped around the handle when another hand grabs ahold of your wrist, spinning you around to your back.

The cold exterior of the car hitting your bare back causes goosebumps to appear all over your body.

You’re met face-to-face with Mark. He is so close you can feel the warmth of his breath fanning your face while his lower body is completely pressed up against you. He’s got you trapped in between his arms; his hands placed flat onto the hood of the vehicle.

“Leaving so soon?”

You smirk at his inquiry, knowing he always gives in.

“Just came by to watch the race. The race is over, isn’t it?” Your nonchalant response comes out softer than intended, but he doesn’t see through you.

Mark doesn’t utter a word while you continue with the act. His dark orbs stare into yours and scan down, stopping at the stained lips in front of him. Before disrupting the silence, he uses his thumb to smear the lipstick at the corner of your lips outward. “I prefer your lipstick messy,” he says softly.

All you do is continue to look into his eyes with the corner of your lips curving upwards. His small meaningless comments have been igniting a fuzzy feeling in your chest lately. Even if it was playful.

You know what this means.

I don’t even want to think about it.

There was a mutual agreement, and you swore never to break it. But can one control it? If this unspoken feeling was true, you couldn’t bring yourself to end it, but your chest feels heavier every second you’re by his side. The walls you put up to protect yourself seem to crack a little more each time, worsening as you realize he doesn’t seem to have the same internal battles.

You think to yourself how it fucking sucks but suppress it because you’ll live.

Mark notices you’re thinking about something as your eyes dance around his face. He wants to ask you what it is that has you daydreaming, but he seizes the opportunity to admire you. You’re so beautiful. He wants to tell you, but you both know it crosses boundaries. The word was mutually agreed as too intimate, but it’s at the tip of his tongue. The urge to compliment you, to text you in the day rather than the middle of the night, to spend more time with you, he yearns for more. But you always play along with his games and seem content with what you both have now, so he doesn’t do anything to catch you off guard. It’s a fuzzy feeling in his chest when he sees you smile. This feeling is foreign to him, but Mark welcomes it.

“Wow, you have a way with words Mark Lee,” sarcasm oozing from your retort.

‘Fuck, say my full name again,” he exclaims as he throws his head back.

You fully laugh, your arm giving him a playful push to his shoulder. You’re both smiling ear-to-ear, the flirty mood turning into something different. It had been happening much more recently.

His body was still pressed onto yours, his arms caging you between himself and the car. Going onto your toes, you bring your lips to his. It’s a soft, sweet kiss.

As you lean back onto the car, Mark doesn’t utter another word. He simply kisses you again, a little rougher this time, and your arms immediately move around his neck. One of his arms snakes from the hood of the car to your ribcage, his fingertips slowly inching downwards and finally pressing harder at the curve of your waist.

The kiss was what you could say, electric. It was as if the spark began at your lips and the electricity followed down to Mark’s erect length, currently already straining against his jeans. What you didn’t know was Mark had been thinking about you all day. When he would see your face, when he would speak to you, and what you would say as he was in between your legs. All the unrequited feelings and lust you both felt pouring into this kiss and every kiss before and after.

Your lips fit each other perfectly, moving in sync. Mark swallows your moan when you feel your tongue caressing against his. He was so enamored with you, having difficulty coming out from the daze that is you.

You finally pull back to catch your breath; Lips swollen and the nude lipstick smudged. You’re panting heavily against his mouth and your fingertips feel as if they’re leaving crescent marks around his neck. The lust between Mark and yourself was something you never experienced before. Being turned on just from a short makeout was nonexistent until Mark. If you were to check your panties right now, you’re sure they would be soaked; feeling as if you’re losing sanity every second that passes.

“You know, if you were good and just walked over to my car earlier, I would have made you come twice by now.” He’s gazing at you with those hooded eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing while he swallows. You’re playfully trailing your nails against his neck and notice the purple marks that once covered it are now faded. I’ll have to fix that.

You then notice the goosebumps that appear on his skin as your nails graze his skin.

“Since when do you like good girls?”

Mark’s inked hand plays with the strands of hair that hover over your cheekbones and continue to trace your jawline until they reach your chin. He holds your chin with his thumb and forefinger, lifting it to bring your face closer to his.

He’s still looking at you with naked lust. His head tilted to the side while his lips are practically touching yours.

“I did until I met you.”

“Shit,” you rasp against Mark’s mouth.

One minute you were standing outside and now you are in the backseat of his fucking brand new car making out like you both had not seen each other in months. It was always like this, aggressive and full of want. But you loved it. Mark knew you did, so he never hesitated on being rougher in bed.

You're straddling his thighs and it feels as if he’s everywhere at once. The feel of his warm hands palms your ass, guiding you as you grind on his clothed cock that becomes harder by the second. It feels too good, chasing euphoria every time you’re with him. “Oh my god,” you pant against his mouth. It isn’t long before you feel the grip of his fingers as he pries your mouth open, not hesitating to slip his tongue into it again.

Your fingers are running through his hair, pulling on his black locks as the makeout becomes more intense, and Mark grunts at the feeling.

His sounds turn you on even more. The kiss is still messy and hot as he slightly bucks his hips upwards, creating more friction. Your bodies mold together, fitting each other perfectly like a puzzle.

You break away from his lips to trail kisses from his jawline down his neck, sucking and nipping to leave fresh marks against his collarbone. His head leans further back against the headrest, closing his eyes to enjoy your touch. He’s panting harder now, the sounds erupting from his throat being music to your ears. It only encourages you further, but you don’t notice his hand skimming your inner thigh.

His fingers, which are painted in ink, shift higher in an attempt to move your panties underneath your skirt to the side, but they come directly in contact with your slick.

“Fucking shit, you’re not wearing any underwear?” he asks you, and you hum in response, still working at his neck.

“Slut. Slut who always just wants to fuck. Nothing else.”

“Your slut. Who always just wants to get fucked by you,” you whisper; Swollen lips grazing his ear as the words leave them.

He says nothing more with words, responding by slipping two fingers into you.

You gasped at the sudden force. It feels too good, but he doesn’t move. He just looks at you with a look you can't comprehend.

Your fingers inch up to move a curl out of his eyes. “Move, please Mark.”

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

You were surprised by the sudden expression. One moment he was acting like he always does, then he offered you small compliments. Though it was weird timing to be sentimental, you couldn’t help but feel a blush creeping onto your cheeks. It catches you off guard and the fuzzy feeling you never experienced before meeting him comes back. The same fuzzy feeling in your lower stomach came and went with certain words like these, not just his actions. It starts to scare you because every time, it seems you both stray further from the initial agreement.

“What’s gotten you so cheesy all of a sudden?” your eyes avoid him while you play with the same long curl.

“Nothing. Just wanted to let you know,” he offers a small smile. You swear you see a hint of something loving in his eyes. But it couldn’t be, you think. He’s just saying things in the heat of the moment.

You brush off what could be Mark’s slight falter from his strong persona; no longer avoiding his eyes, you connect your lips to his once again.

He gives in, both of you melting into the kiss. It's too intoxicating yet again. Both of your hands are on each other as if the other would somehow disappear.

His fingers begin to move, and you gasp against his mouth because you had forgotten Mark’s fingers were still inside of you due to his statement. Your surprise only allows him immediately to go for your neck; kissing your sensitive spots. Nipping and licking over it to slightly ease the burn.

“Fuck baby, you’re so wet.”

He speeds up the pace, curling his fingers to reach your sweet spot. The relief only increases as you get closer to your orgasm. Jaw slacked open as you pant against his ear.

“ Mark, right there,” you mewl.

His fingers are so deep inside you, and he finally adds a third finger. You already feel full, and think about how good his cock would feel after the satisfying burn. Of course, that wasn’t enough for Mark, so his thumb begins circling your clit, adding more stimulation. The sensation is too good to describe, and you roll your hips, grinding onto his fingers in hopes of increasing the amount of pleasure.

You’re a mess. Already feeling fucked out before taking his cock and your pussy continues to swallow Mark’s inked fingers as the arousal continues to drip down, the sound letting you know of the mess you’re making. But you don’t pay any mind to it, too focused on the feeling in your lower stomach increasing.

“Please Mark. Faster. Don’t stop,” you pant out as you chase the awaited high.

“Love it when you beg,” he whispers. His hot breath against your lobe.

Your eyes squeeze shut as the wave of your orgasm arrives before you can utter a warning. Mark continues to pump his fingers inside of you, the pleasure becoming more intense. You whimper against his neck as you ride out your orgasm.

Mark pulls his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth. He makes sure you’re watching as his tongue licks a long stripe from his knuckles, finally wrapping his lips around his fingers.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” he praises.

As the corner of your lips lifts, your hand is already unbuttoning his jeans. Slipping your hands in, you begin to palm his cock through his boxers, Mark attempting to suppress a low groan from your actions. The sound alone has you trying to squeeze your thighs together; even after the intense orgasm you just experienced. Only Mark could make you feel this way. He was the only one who could turn you on as much as he did.

“Don’t tease, slut.”

“Just having some fun,” you counter against his mouth.

As you help Mark slip his pants and boxers off, his cock is fully hard, the pink tip leaking precum. Mark’s dick was on the larger side, making you feel full every time you both would have sex. It had surprised you the first time, expecting it to be average, but it definitely was not. This motherfucker knew it too, assuring you that ‘you could take it’ as he roughly thrusted in and out of you.

“Spit on it,” he demands.

From the straddle position on his thighs, you lower your head, letting saliva slowly drip down onto his cock.

Mark gives praise with a ‘good girl’ as you stroke him. You finally reposition onto your knees beside his thighs, feeling his rough hands on your waist before helping you lower yourself onto him. As you’re slowly sinking onto his cock, you both gasp.

Mark roughly smashes his lips by pulling onto your neck as you adjust to his size.

The feeling was literal heaven.

Oh, how you could never get used to this.

His long fingers are wrapped around your neck, squeezing as you start to slowly grind against his cock. He swallows your moans and your fingers that were initially gripping his hair move to his shoulders and you finally pull back to begin bouncing on his cock.

Your pussy envelops his cock, squeezing at the intense amount of pleasure that runs through your veins.

Mark finds himself marveling at your breasts bouncing in front of him, immediately wrapping his lips around your nipples. His fingers dig into your skin as the pleasure increases for the both of you.

A breathy whimper emits from your throat and it takes everything to not close your eyes. Mark hated when you closed your eyes, always wanting to look at you as arousal bled through your orbs.

“How are you always this tight baby? Fuck,” he rasps. Looking at him, you can say he’s almost as fucked out as you. You knew Mark well enough to know when he was feeling more than he let on.

You whimpered as a response. The small moans and wet sounds of skin slapping filled the empty air of the vehicle. Mark continues to squeeze your throat, the pressure only heightening the feeling in your lower torso. At the inkling of your orgasm, Mark feels you clench around him and groans against your tits.

As you’re bouncing on his cock, Mark matches your rhythm and bucks his hips into you, hitting your g-spot. It’s rough and fast, the brutal pace causing your moans to heighten in pitch. You couldn’t take it anymore. The imaginary band in your stomach is on the verge of snapping again. You were so sensitive from the first orgasm that the second one was not far from reach.

“Ma-arkk, so close,” you yelp, emitting words that were almost incoherent.

“Come for me baby, milk my cock.”

Putting all your remaining energy into riding him, you feel Mark’s fingers leave your waist and trail down to your clit, pressing circles. “Fuck! Mark!”

This was all you needed to come undone, your eyes squeezing shut and your body freezing momentarily as the overwhelming high washes over you. Your pussy tightens around his cock, spasming but not stopping Mark from continuing to drive his length into you with renewed vigor.

“Fuck baby, you’ll make me-”

Your mouth is open in an ‘o.’ A moan threatening to leave your throat but nothing is heard.

“Shit, you’re so tight right now,” Mark utters, throwing his head back against the headrest. He lets go of your throat, placing both of his hands at your waist to now reach his high. As he continues to abuse your cunt, all is heard are your sobbed curses into his shoulder, the intense feeling still lingering.

Your body was loose, facial features neutralizing as you come down from your euphoria. You were tired, having difficulty helping Mark but tried your best to move. The burning feeling in your thighs came and grew stronger but you could tell he was close due to his features scrunching slightly, focus becoming blurred.

The tension building in his body was on the verge of snapping. He was so close, wanting it so badly for the reason that the high of the orgasm seeped through his veins like a drug.

“Inside of me. Want you to fill me up Lee,” your voice enough to be the last straw for Mark.

His body began to heat up, nothing but one last shout of your name as he came into you.

“Fuck.”

You were spent every time, your limp body falling forward onto him. Your cheek rested on his shoulder, nothing but silence and warmth pervading the air.

Mark’s slender fingers dance on your thighs, both of you savoring the comfortable tranquility before he reaches up to your chin to bring your face to his.

“Lemme take you out on a date. For real. A real date.”

You chuckle at his confession, mistaking it for a funny gag. “Ha-ha very funny.”

“I’m being serious. You don’t think I like you?” he replies slightly taken aback.

“I just thought you didn’t want anything serious. What changed?”

His orbs stare into yours for a few seconds before he responds. “You. I wanna take you out on a date because I really like you.”

“I like you too, Mark.” It was a relief to finally be able to say it out loud.

“But you just came in me, so maybe date talk later?” you chuckle.

“Okay, bet. I can work with that,” he says before smashing his lips onto yours once again, never getting sick of the enigma that is you.

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erin-bo-berin · 1 year

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Dirty Little Secret

Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Smut (It gets filthy I’m sorry)

MASTERLIST

Steve Harrington was one of the nicest guys around.

He was polite, opened doors for women and always took care of his loved ones before himself.

He was your average, attractive young man.

But you wouldn’t know to look at him that he might have a dirty little secret—a whole different side to him that very few knew about.

Steve could get downright filthy in bed.

While he wasn’t exactly shy outside of the bedroom, he definitely wasn’t as confident as he seemed in it.

You’d never expected him to hear some of the things that left his mouth until you’d first slept with him. It was an absolute turn on for you as Steve’s dirty talk had come as a surprise, yet a welcomed one.

But, Steve wasn’t the only one with a dirty little secret. You had one too.

You were hooking up with your boss.

Steve was your boss.

And your dirty little secret was Steve.

•

Steve had been manager at Family Video rental store for less than a year when you’d first applied. You’d thought he was cute, but that’s as far as it went. It was possible he’d become your boss, anyway.

When you got the job, you were surprised at how much you actually enjoyed it. Steve was an excellent boss—friendly, patient and caring towards his employees. He never yelled at a worker when they messed up on the first day nor did he give them a hard time if it was a slow day. He was personable, chatty and never met a stranger.

While your attraction to him grew, you never gave much thought to anything actually happening. Granted, it was just a video store franchise and not a more serious occupation like the medical or legal field, but you still tried to remind yourself that he was the boss.

That was until one night, after work, hanging out with him, Robin and a few other employees, one drink too many landed you in his bed.

Needless to say, the rest was history.

Now, you’d been called to his office and there you sat, feeling like you’d just been called to the principal’s office. It was either that or Steve was hoping to reenact a scene from a steamy romance novel and had called you in for a whole different reason.

The office wasn’t huge, but it had a desk, a couch and a chair—all seeming to be mismatched but he never cared. He rarely spent all day in his office as he helped his employees out front more often than not. Usually, he only worked on paperwork back here, which is why you were more suspicious than normal.

“Oh hey, sorry, Kelly and Robin just took off for lunch and I told them we had a problem to solve,” Steve said, walking in, not bothering to shut the door behind him.

Your brows practically raised to your hairline. You couldn’t tell if that was an innuendo or not.

He was dressed in jeans, a blue and black striped polo and his usual Family Video vest, always making sure he wore it as he was proud of his manager badge.

“We do?” you croaked.

If you’d known he was up for some fun today, you’d opted for a skirt instead of the jeans you were wearing and silently scolded yourself for the choice of bottom wear.

“Mhm,” he was leafing through papers as he answered, glancing up at you when he found what he needed, a sticky note with some scribble on it, “You know the boxes of new VHS tapes we were supposed to be getting last Monday?”

Your brain tried to keep up as you realized it was actually a work reason, not a sexual reason why he called you in here. You straightened, demeanor instantly changing as you got down to business.

“Yeah. They still not arrived yet?”

“Nope.”

Steve blew out a breath that sent the tendril of hair that was resting against his forehead flying upwards.

“I figured it was time to call corporate, but I had to find their number first,” he explained, before grabbing the phone from its cradle and punching in the number.

“You needed me for this?” you raised an amused brow.

“Well yes. And something else,” he gave you a side glance before speaking into the phone.

“Hi, yes, this is Steve Harrington, manager of the Family Video in Hawkins, Indiana. We were supposed to get a shipment of new tapes this past week and it hasn’t arrived.”

He swiveled back and forth in his chair while you waited patiently to find out why he’d called you in.

“Uh huh. Okay, yes, I’ll hold,” he looked over at you, rolling his eyes.

“Aw, did you want me to keep you company while you were forced to listen to elevator music?” you teased.

“You could say that. Also, to return these.”

He’d been pulling open the desk drawer to his right before he’d finished his sentence and what he pulled out was now dangling from one finger.

Hanging from his index finger were a pair of black lace underwear. Your black lace underwear.

“You left these in my car the other night,” he smirked.

You felt a flush rise to your cheeks as you glanced over your shoulder to his open office door, afraid someone might overhear.

“They’re all at lunch, sweetheart. It’s just you and me.”

You turned back to him, his smirk now have grown wider than before, if that were possible.

“Give me those,” you whispered, even though you knew no one on the other end of phone could hear you either.

He pulled back out of your reach when you tried to grab them.

“Not so fast, Y/N. You’ve been a naughty girl, leaving those out for anyone to find them in my car. You think you deserve to get them back so soon?”

He was clearly enjoying this way too much and you glared at him, though the only heat in your gaze was from your desire, not anger.

“Well maybe I just wanted to leave something for you to remember me by,” you retorted, figuring you could play this game too.

“Oh honey, you leave more than enough for that.”

His gaze swept down your body and you couldn’t help but feel a chill down your spine. You’d been with other guys before, but no one managed to turn you on, satisfy you and make you desire more all in one breath as much as Steve did. Whether it was the secrecy of your hook ups or the intense connection between you two, it made it that much more exciting.

He rubbed the soft, silky material between his thumb and forefinger, still taunting you.

“What is this? Silk? Satin?”

“Satin,” you replied numbly, aware of nothing but him.

“They’re so soft. Perfect for me to shove down my pants and rub against my—yes, hello this is Steve Harrington speaking.”

His voice immediately went from the low rasp, dripping with seduction to casual and business-like as you figure someone finally picked up his call.

You had to squeeze your thighs together, trying to keep in control. You still had the rest of the day to get through and you wouldn’t make it all hot and bothered like you currently were.

He’d dropped your panties in his lap, giving you a raised brow in challenge; if you wanted them back, you’d have to come get them yourself.

He sounded perfectly normal on the phone as he chatted with the person on the other end of the line about the missing shipment of movies. To anyone else, nothing would be amiss, but you saw the gleam in his eyes, noticed the slightly deeper breathing that indicated he was as turned on as you were.

Which is why you marched around his desk to retrieve your panties off his lap. You delicately wrapped your fingers around the material of them, making sure they brushed against his crotch of his jeans in the process. He was hard, just as you’d expected him to be.

You weren’t done yet though. Before removing your hand, you flattened your palm against the bulge rubbing over it enough just to keep him wanting more. One look at his face told you that it’d worked as he bit his lip, eyelids fluttering. You could hear someone talking through the phone, though you couldn’t make out what was being said.

“Mhm, I understand.”

Only the slightest croak of his voice gave him away that he’d been affected by your touch.

Pulling back, depositing the underwear in your pocket, you bent to his ear, whispering a promise to him.

“This isn’t over yet.”

•

You intended to wait until the end of the day to execute your revenge and you made sure everyone else had left before you put your plan in action.

When he wasn’t looking and was busy in the back with the inventory—which managed to finally arrive, albeit delayed—you grabbed the items you needed and headed to his office. You snatched his Family Video vest off the front counter where he’d slung it earlier, a wicked grin spreading on your face as your plan became even better than you imagined.

You had plenty of time to get ready and you waited for a good fifteen minutes before you heard his footsteps approach. You didn’t think he’d realized you were still here and you intended to give him the surprise of his life.

When he opened his office door, he froze in the doorway, jaw slackened.

You laid back against the arm of the couch in nothing but the pair of black lacy panties and his Family Video vest.

“Holy shit,” he groaned lowly, eyes taking you in.

The excruciating wait was completely worth it as you could practically see his desire swallow him entirely.

“Told you I’d get you back for that little stunt earlier,” you smirked.

“Wondered where my vest went,” he mumbled, walking over, eyes still glued to you as he did.

“Thought I’d do some cleaning for you. I can always do a French maid look too, if you’d like,” you grinned.

“I like this one better.”

He was kneeling on the couch, hovering over you faster than you’d anticipated as his lips met yours in a heated kiss. His hand pressed against the bare skin of your stomach, sliding up until it cupped your breast beneath the vest.

Your nipples had already began to harden under the scratchy material of the vest as you’d awaited him, but you felt them tighten again as he squeezed your boob in his hand, wasting no time.

You moaned into the kiss as your hands on his chest glided up to where your arms circled his neck. His hips pressed against yours and you felt the heat begin to rise in you when you felt the hard on in his jeans pressing against your thigh. You couldn’t wait to get his clothes off and let the fun really begin.

He pulled back, smirking when you whimpered from the loss. He repositioned himself to where he was sitting normally on the couch and patted his lap.

“Come here sweetheart. You want me? You gotta come get me.”

You obeyed immediately, climbing into his lap, eager to have his lips back on yours, to feel him against you.

But he didn’t resume the earlier kiss, his hands pushed back the vest, uncovering what little hadn’t already been on display for him.

“As sexy as you are in that, I’m going to need it off you,” he mumbled.

You let the item drop to the floor as his lips attached to your neck. It’d barely been a minute or two since he’d walked in the door and you were already aching with an intensity you’d never felt before.

Your clit throbbed and you found yourself grinding against his crotch, moaning at the contact in addition to him sucking a bruise on your neck. Your hands found your boobs, massaging them—something you never did, but went to show how much you lost your mind when you were with Steve.

“Fuck baby, I’m not even out of my shirt and you’re gonna make me cum already,” he grumbled into your neck, losing all focus as you moved against his throbbing cock.

His fingers dug into your hips as you continued grinding against him. You’d spent nearly six hours horny for him today, so you thought it was fair if he suffered a bit too.

One little whimpered moan from you was all it took as he did just that, a curse slipping from his lips. You peered down, feeling at the same time as you saw the wet spot widen across the crotch of his jeans. He let his forehead drop against your shoulder with a groan of acknowledgement while you smirked, proud that you’d gotten him so worked up, he’d cum in his pants.

“You’re paying for that,” he growled lowly, teeth sinking gently into your earlobe, “I’m not anywhere near through with you.”

A shiver of delight coursed through your body as he laid you back down against the couch, starting back at your lips, taking it much slower. His mouth moved languidly against yours, fingers stroking your side gently. Only when his tongue met yours did he finally speed things up a bit. Your heavy breathing and smack of your lips against one another’s were the only sounds to be heard, minus the occasional moans.

From there, he kissed down your jaw, sucking on random spots as he fanned them down across your neck and collarbones. You tugged impatiently at his shirt, trying to pull it up as he ventured his kisses down to your breasts.

“Someone needs a lesson in patience, it seems,” he mused, sitting back to pull off his shirt.

Your teeth sunk into your lower lip, trying to hold back the moan. He was attractive any time, but you absolutely loved his chest. Not only was it tanned and broad, but covered in a layer of coarse, dark hair that you loved to run your hands over and a splattering of moles that ran all the way down and over his stomach. It was what made him Steve and you loved every peek of it you got.

“No, I need you to make me see fucking stars,” you retorted, pulling him back down towards you.

“Seeing stars is just the minimum when you’re with me,” he smirked confidently, “I’ll make you forget your name.”

“Is that a promise?” you asked, tongue moistening your lips, desperate to kiss him again.

He rolled one of your nipples between his fingers causing you to whimper before he answered.

“Baby, that’s a guarantee.”

You groaned in frustration, not sure how much more teasing you could take, making Steve chuckle. He was only just beginning with you, apparently.

His lips lowered to your chest, tongue swirling around your nipple before flicking his tongue over it and taking it into his mouth, sucking softly. His other hand squeezed your neglected boob, making sure to give it attention too.

As hard as you tried to enjoy the sensation—and it was amazing—you just wanted him between your legs. Whether it was his mouth, cock or fingers, at this point, you didn’t care. He’d wound you up so tight, you were ready to snap like a rubber band stretched too thin.

“Steve, come on,” you whined.

He’d moved on from your boobs, licks and kisses being sprinkled down your stomach, his fingers playing with the band of your panties.

“So impatient,” he mock frowned, “You that desperate for me?”

His touch grazed over the crotch of your panties, eliciting a hiss from you.

“Y-Yes,” you breathed.

“What do you want? Tell me.”

His fingers passed over it again, with just slightly more pressure, only giving you a taste of what was to come.

“Your fingers, mouth, I don’t care,” you groaned, legs inadvertently spreading wider for him.

With a low chuckle, he peeled off the underwear that started the whole thing.

“I have even more appreciation for those now,” he smirked up at you, fingertip trailing along your slit.

“Steve,” you whined, fully unable to mask your impatience.

His intense gaze never left yours as he pushed one finger into you and your eyes fluttered closed, your pussy instantly tightening around the one digit.

“Mm,” he moaned, noticing just how aroused you were, “This all for me, Y/N?”

He didn’t often use your name because pet names fell out of his mouth so easily when he got dirty, but the few times it did, it drove you wild. This instance was no different and you squirmed beneath him, groaning.

“It’s always for you,” you whispered, biting your lip as you looked at him.

He leaned down over you, connecting your lips again as his finger slid in and out of you. You moaned appreciatively when he added another, the slight stretch just preparing you for the delicious sensation of his cock, later.

You could’ve stayed there, kissing him, with his fingers twisting inside you at just the right angle, but he sat back again, settling between your legs, hands on your thighs.

He peered up at you, his hair already mussed to the point several pieces fell onto his forehead and the sides stood up almost comically. But the sight alone was practically orgasmic.

He gave one thigh a gentle squeeze before lowering his mouth to you, licking a line along your slit, ending at your clit which he gave a flick with his tongue.

“Shit,” you hissed, already gripping onto the edge of the couch.

You’d discovered it before, but he never failed to remind you just how good he was at things like this.

His lips closed around the throbbing bud, sucking on it just enough for you to feel the deliriously amazing effect of it. He moved lower, tongue licking into you causing your back to arch, your hips rising with it, trying to get as close to him as possible.

He kept you on your toes, licking, sucking, kissing, savoring you like you were his favorite meal. You felt his own answering moans against you, making you writhe.

The pressure of your impending orgasm was building, that tight knot in the pit of your stomach just aching to snap with one right move. After a few more thrusts of his tongue into you, he replaced his mouth with his fingers, sliding them so easily into you as you were probably dripping at this point.

Circling your clit with his tongue, he kissed it and brought it back into his mouth.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you whimpered, hand threading into his hair.

Even if he wasn’t familiar with your body by now, he’d been able to tell you were close to snapping by the whine in your voice and the way your pussy fluttered against his fingers, repeatedly tightening around them.

At the last second, just when you were ready to fall over the cliff of bliss, he stilled his fingers, completely removing his mouth from you. He placed gentle kisses against the inside of your thigh, smirking at your cries of outrage.

“No, Steve! Fuck.”

This time, the expletive was pure frustration as the just within reach orgasm completely dissipated.

“I told you you’d pay for earlier,” he smirked, the challenge gleaming in his eyes, “But the way you’ve been carrying on, I’m hard as a fucking rock again, darling.”

His thumb teased your clit as he spoke to you and the whimpered moan that left your lips was probably pathetic, but in the moment, you were desperate.

He leaned back down, tongue lapping at your clit. Your head fell back against the arm of the couch, relieved to feel his mouth on you again.

He quickly resumed what he was doing, mouth and fingers combined. The impending orgasm built again, much quicker this time. Once again, you prepared for your climax to hit you and once again he stopped just on the brink of it.

“I really hate you right now,” you seethed, breathless and aching for him.

“With the way you’ve been moaning my name and begging?” he grinned up at you devilishly, one hand sliding up your stomach to tweak your nipple, “I hate to see what you’d do if you really liked me.”

You were too far gone to care about what came out of your mouth.

“Make me cum and maybe you’ll find out.”

“Tell me,” Steve stalled long enough for one teasing lick along your slit, then peered up at you, “How badly do you want to cum?”

“So fucking badly,” you whined, hips rising off the couch, trying to make contact again, “Please, Steve.”

So he obliged, lowering his head, intending to give you what you’d asked so nicely for. One hand gripped your thigh, the other busy, a few fingers deep within you, keeping pace with his mouth on your clit.

At this point, you lost all sense of control as your hips bucked and you practically ground against his face. Your hand gripped his hair and you felt his deep moan against your clit. That was all it took for the orgasm to crash over you, even more intense than it would’ve been the first time. Your thighs shook and trembled as the intense waves of pleasure coursed through your body.

You and he had yet to get to the main event and he’d already made you see stars.

When he was satisfied he’d wrung every last bit of the orgasm from you, he climbed back up to your face, cheeks flushed and lips slick. You may have just had an orgasm more intense than you’d ever had, yet you still hungered for more.

“Such a good girl for me,” he murmured.

As your lips met, your hands busied themselves with his belt buckle and jeans. As amazing as what he’d just done to you was, you were eager for him to be deep inside you, stretching you in ways his fingers couldn’t.

He pulled away with a groan when you’d gotten his jeans unzipped enough to slip your hand inside his underwear, fingers curling around his cock.

“Feel how hard you make me,” he whispered against your ear, “That’s all you, sweetheart.”

His words caused the ache between your legs to grow, tenfold.

“I want these off. Now,” you demanded.

“Who’s the boss now?” he teased, sitting back to push his jeans and underwear down his hips.

You watched, eyes taking in every bare inch of him as he stood to pull them off. You pointed to the couch as you sat up, voicing your next command.

“Sit.”

He did as he was told and you climbed into his lap, legs straddling his waist. His grin widened as his hands found your waist, eyes looking up at your face now hovered a few inches above his.

“You gonna ride my cock until you’re dripping down it?” he practically purred, helping you position yourself in his lap until just the head teased your opening.

“Yes,” you said matter of factly.

“Good, ‘cause I want you to drain every last drop from me.”

You rubbed against the head of his cock, causing him to groan—this time it was your turn to smirk.

“I intend to.”

You lowered yourself onto him, deep sighs coming from both of you at how good it felt. You stayed still for only a moment to appreciate the feeling before your hips began moving forward.

You hummed appreciatively as you once again got used to how he felt deep within you.

Steve looked to be as enthralled with the feeling as you were, his head tilted against the back of the couch, watching you through lidded eyes. Your hips moved slowly at first but they sped up as you rested your hands against his chest, leaning forward to kiss him again.

His hands slid from your waist, up your back as he pulled you closer to him. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your chest pressed against his, the kiss as heated and quick as your lower bodies moved. Before long though, it was hard to keep from making noise and he broke the kiss, moaning deeply.

“God, you feel so good. You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, complimentary.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Harrington,” you retorted, biting your lip, trying to control yourself as he continued to thrust deeper up into him.

His hand cupped your cheek, pulling your face closer to his, his lips so close you could feel his warm breath fanning over your face.

“No one’s here baby, be as loud as you want.”

It was as if that permission caused a dam to break within you, all your held back moans and whimpers coming cascading out at once.

“That’s a good girl. You look so good riding my cock,” he groaned, lips skirting over your shoulder.

He held you close, your chests flush with one another as your head tilted backwards. He took the opportunity to press kisses against your throat, moaning into your skin as you both rocked closer to your highs.

You let out a particularly loud moan when his hips circled just right, hitting a sensitive spot within you that practically made your eyes roll, your fingers digging into his biceps.

“Moan for me, sweetheart,” he rasped, lips still pressed against your skin, “Say my name.”

“Steve,” you whimpered, “Don’t stop.”

You felt yourself clenching around him as you spiraled closer to your finish, wanton moans escaping your throat.

“Fuck, baby, yes,” he groaned, your inadvertent clamping around his dick causing him to spiral quicker.

One hand had stayed rested on your lower back as you moved on him, the other exploring wildly. From grazing your boob, giving it a squeeze, to your hips, fingers digging into them. Now, it snaked downwards between you two as he pulled you in for a rough kiss, lasting only a moment or two. He pulled away when his thumb reached your clit, circling it just enough to progress your orgasm faster.

His face was flushed from exertion, hair wild as he looked at you with heavy lidded eyes, drunk off the endorphins that the sex was creating. His voice was firm though, almost boss-like when he spoke his command, his gaze never leaving yours.

“Come on baby, cum.”

It was as if you were so tuned to his body that you truly could release at a snap of his fingers. You cried out as your high hit you, his name falling off your tongue repeatedly, your body refusing to let up its movement until you’d wrung every last bit of pleasure from the climax.

Steve, in turn, had no problem falling right behind you as he’d held back as long as he could, wanting to take care of you first before he gave in to his own pleasure. But one look at your face as it crumpled and scrunched in pleasure as you came was enough to fully send him over the precipice, which he did as loudly as he pleased.

Lips locked in another kiss, both of your bodies slowly eased its rocking as you both enjoyed every possible second of the experience. Your blood still felt heated, electricity zinging through your veins as if Steve had actually lit you on fire from within.

When your body finally stilled against his, you and he both were breathing heavy, a thin layer of sweat coating your bodies. You were sure you had the same sex flush that he did, his cheeks rosy, lips swollen from all your kisses. You saw a blooming hickey on his collarbone that you didn’t even remember giving him, though you felt a tiny bit proud of the mark. Even if no one else knew it was there, you would know.

His chest heaved with his uneven breath, his hands glided up and down your back as he looked up at you with a satiated smile. A big part of you didn’t want the moment to end, but you knew it had to.

He showed no intention of moving right away though. His hand cupped your cheek and even with the touch alone, you could tell that he’d reverted back to his normal, sweet and gentlemanly persona.

He pulled your face to his, kissing you again, this one long and deep, much more sensuous than your wild, eager and desperate ones from before. It was truly a toe curling kiss—as if what you and he had previously done hadn’t been toe curling enough.

When he pulled away, the look on his face made you tilt your head to the side in confusion.

“What?” you asked, a smile forming on your lips.

“I was just thinking,” he began, thumb rubbing gently over your bottom lip, “I haven’t wanted to keep you a secret for a while. But after that? I want to take you out even more than I originally did.”

Your lips parted in surprise, but it was definitely a pleased surprised.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Is that okay with you?”

You nodded, a smile spreading across your face as your teasing remark left your lips.

“Of course. After all, you’re the boss.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things smut

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myfanfic-urfantrash · 2 months

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I have the sudden epiphany for moar Friendship thoughts and like, the Boys™ (yes, March 7th is now part of the Boys™) having that spontaneous friend who just likes to burst in at least once a day while yelling (because they're very very excited) to show their bestie something or because they got their bestie something that reminded Friendo of them and they just had to get it for 'em.

A normal day for the Boys™ must always have at least one moment of Friendo just making one (1) loud entry (they got used to Friendo's weirdness and loudness) or else they just sense something is off about their day.

(Bonus food that the thing Friendo brought was friendship bracelets that they made for them. Because truly, I cannot imagine a world where friendship exists without friendship bracelets.)

You shall be named The Boys™ Anon :D

Since this wasn't hinted at as A/B/O I'm writing this without that in mind. I also left out Sampo cause I couldn't figure out what to write for him.

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Blade

Has pointed his sword at his friends loud entrances before because he was on edge so anything set him off. His friend never gets harmed though once he realizes who it is and they've gotten good at dodging any strike that comes their way so it's all good. He gets used to their nonsense so at this point he just does it to mess with them.

Kafka and Silver Wolf tease him regularly about how his friend is loud and friendly while he's quiet and brooding. He ignores them but he does worry sometimes because he knows he's not good company. But with their next loud entrance and having them hang off of him with some new trinket they thought reminded them of him his worries are put to rest, they aren't the type to lie to him anyways. If at any point his friend doesn't pop into his life like they usually do he's already on his way to find them no hesitation.

When they present him with a friendship bracelet he's actually touched and wants to make one himself for them but his hand gives him trouble halfway through the process. Once his friend figures out his desires they convert whatever he was able to make into a neat charm to carry with them where ever they go.

Jing Yuan

His friend is always bursting through the doors of his workplace just to tell him the latest news of their day. Before they used to be dragged or kicked out when he was just a cloud knight but now they can come and go as they please much to the annoyance of Fu Xuan. Yanqing thinks they're rather loud but kind so he doesn't fuss too much as they know when and where it's appropriate to be their bubbly self.

Jing Yuan honestly welcomes their loudness in his life it's comforting to hear them alive and well...loud. They at least know not to disturb him while he naps so he gets plenty of good sleep if they're around especially if they guard the door to let him nap. If his friend doesn't show up he won't immediately freak out but he will feel like something is missing so he texts them to check if they're alright before going to search for them himself.

If his friend gave him a friendship bracelet he'll do his best to make one in return. What better way to celebrate ones bond than with match accessories right?

Welt

He doesn't mind that his friend is weird or loud, though he does ask them to tone down the loudness before he develops a headache. He's also grateful he can ramble about animation and robots with them, he feels so young whenever he's with them. Is always intrigued by what new item they'll bring that reminded them of him and loses it when it's some rare mecha figurine for him to put together.

Does get worried if his friend doesn't come bug him like usual and will text or call them to ask if they're alright. If they don't respond he'll ask the other Astral Express crew members if they know where they are since it's likely they're a Nameless too.

When he's given a friendship bracelet he doesn't know what to do but he's grateful for it he's just never gotten one before. If his friend is willing he'll ask them to teach him how to make one for them too.

Luocha

Teases his friend by asking if they've missed him so much or if they're stalking him if he meets them on a foreign planet. He doesn't mind his friends loudness or weirdness, he's seen plenty of odd things on his travels across the universe so he's not exactly surprised. Does get a bit startled if his friend just bursts in whatever space he's in to share something they've seen with him, he's partially convinced they are stalking him how else would they have found him?

Appreciates whatever items they bring for him that remind them of him. It's sweet to be thought of so much and he finds himself doing the same thing while he's out and about. If for any reason he doesn't see his friend at least once per day he might brush it off as them being busy or because he simply didn't tell them where he was going but eventually he settles to text them to ask if they're alright. If he doesn't receive an answer he's calling and if he doesn't receive one he's heading their way if possible.

If he's given a friendship bracelet he gifts them something in return. It could be a friendship bracelet or a brooche he found on his travels, just something to remind them that he's there for them.

Dr. Ratio

Definitely throws chalk at his friend if they're being too loud while he's doing something important. They've burst into his class room a couple of times and though they've learned not to just burst in it doesn't stop them from visiting him to show him some cool new object they've found. He does like the stimulation of observing new objects but he does wish his friend would stop interrupting his lessons, the students appreciate however as it gives them time to write notes.

If his friend doesn't visit him he's curious but ultimately grateful for the peaceful moment. He does check up on them however if they don't show up to interrupt him as usual, he's got their exact moments they'll interrupt him down to the second. Will text and call his friend but if he gets no response he's tracking them down to get an explanation and it better be good for wasting his time.

Accepts the friendship bracelet with little issue and passes them something small he's crochet in exchange. The bracelet is a little clumsy but at least it matches his aesthetic and favorite colors.

Dan Heng

He's so tired he already has to deal with March and the Traiblazers nonsense on the daily how did he attract someone who's both weird and loud? He loves his friend of course he just misses having peace a quiet. But if his friend were to never show up one day he'd freak out texting, calling until they show themselves.

He's either touched or just plain confused by whatever items they bring him that remind them of him. Did this piece of sea glass really remind them of him? How nice. At least it's not some weird looking dragon plush, which he kept by the way.

He's touched to receive a friendship bracelets. He's read all about them and sort of unconsciously wanted one so he's really happy to receive one from his friend. Does some studies on how to make them on his own in order to make one for them.

Caelus

Doesn't mind his loud and weird friend bursting through the doors to come see him at all, in fact he might burst through doors to come see them as well. He loves seeing what little items they find to show him it's tons of fun for him and helps build his massive collection of items he has.

If his friend doesn't visit him like they normally do he'll be a little worried but wouldn't jump to conclusions too quickly but if they don't respond to his texts he's going to head there way ASAP. He just wants to make sure they're ok.

For him? Truly? He wants to cry and he might do so. He's never really had a friend of his own before until he met the other Nameless but to have one that think he's they're worthy of a friendship bracelet? He asks them to teach him how to make one for them right away.

March 7th

The loud friend so she has a rival in them. Takes at least one photo a day with her friend and the weird items they find to show her. Doesn't get how half the stuff reminds them of her but she keeps whatever they give her on a special shelf in her room. Her favorites are of course the stuff animals.

If she doesn't see her friend for a bit she's already texting them. Doesn't get too worried but with how crazy her life can get her mind might wander a bit before she's calling them to make sure they're alright. Asks everyone she knows if they've seen her friend before searching for them herself.

Made her friend a friendship phone strap but adores the friendship bracelet. The two spend an afternoon making matching phone straps and bracelets for each other.

Edited: 03/30/2024

#honkai star rail x reader #jing yuan x reader #blade x reader #welt x reader #luocha x reader #dr. ratio x reader #dan heng x reader #caelus x reader #march 7th x reader #edit: not my ass forgetting to finish Luocha's

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emlynnnnn · 7 months

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ODD ONE OUT — .2

gosling!ken x barbie!reader

summary | Ken keeps coming back for books. You start to question the authenticity of your friendship.

part one , part two , part three , part four , part five

. . .

ANOTHER week of some peaceful days in the shop and other hectic days at beach later, you found yourself sitting in the dark, comfy corner of your book store on the big bright-pink bean bag that Allan had gotten you as a ‘Welcome to Barbieland!’ present.

A new shipment of books had come in for the first time in a few months—from where, however, you didn’t know. You had to let yourself get busy with reading and getting familiar with the new novels.

"Barbie?!" A voice boomed across the shop, making you jump up in surprise. You hadn’t heard the front door bell ring.

"I’m here!" You called back, pushing yourself gracefully off of the bean bag and briskly walking behind the front counter to greet the customer. "Oh, Ken," You raised a brow as you acknowledged stereotypical Ken with a friendly grin. "Here for another book for Barbie?" You asked curiously.

He nodded proudly, puffing his chest out with pride. "Yup," He flashed a toothy grin. "Barbie said she liked the book!" He may as well have excitedly jumped around the shop as he spoke, his infectious smile having its own effect on you.

"I’m sure she did, Ken," You remarked amusedly.

"I wonder what she thought when she read the part where the dragon and the lead Barbie battled…" He mumbled to himself thoughtfully, taking you slightly off guard.

"You read the book?" You asked, your eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

Ken looked at you oddly. "Of course I did—what if Barbie wanted to talk to me about the book when she finished reading it?" He answered as if it were obvious. "She didn’t want to talk about it, though, but maybe one of these days…" He shrugged defeatedly.

A sympathetic look covered your face as you glanced up at the poor Ken in front of you. No matter how hard he tried, Barbie was never going to see him in the same way he saw her.

"What did you think of the book?" You asked after a moment of silence, grabbing Ken’s attention once again.

"Huh?" He stared at you blankly.

"Uhm… Did you, like, enjoy the book or...?" You repeated, unsure of yourself suddenly—why did he seem so confused?

"Oh! Oh… Right, yes! I did enjoy the book," He replied more confidently this time, pushing his chest out once again. "I felt very inspired after reading it."

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his behaviour.

"Sorry, no one ever asks me what I think," He continued a little more awkwardly, his eyes shooting around the room as if there would be someone witnessing this rare moment for him.

Your eyebrow quirked up inquisitively, but you internally noted that this whiff of information was not actually as surprising as you initially thought. You were just used to hanging out with Allan, who was equally as different as you were in this small world.

"I can see why it’s your favourite," Ken commented suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence that had unknowingly settled in the room.

"You can?"

"Well, yeah…" He began sheepishly, his gaze falling to the floorboards below his feet. "I really liked reading it. And the story reminds me of you," He mumbled.

You started to laugh, a hint of red dusting over your face. "Oh," You stated in surprise. "Well… thank you; that means a lot to me," You cleared your throat awkwardly, not exactly knowing how to deal with this conversation anymore.

Ken eventually managed to look back in your direction, your eyes meeting before he opened his mouth to speak. "Cool," He had tried to say coolly, but it just made you burst out into a fit of giggles instead. "Hey! What’s funny?!" He exclaimed offensively.

. . .

"WE need to do this more; you’re always holed up in your shop... It feels like we never go outside anymore," Allan complained for what felt like the millionth time that day.

"I spend every other day at beach—we’re always outside," You countered, mixing your ‘drink’ with a comically large straw that seemed normal to everyone in Barbieland.

Allan rolled his eyes, dramatically dropping the fork that he had been twirling around his plate. "We don’t go out like this, Barbie," He looked at you pointedly. "It’s always either the book store or beach. It’s never the cafe or clothes shop like every other Barbie and Ken," He frowned.

You glanced up at your friend warily as you thought over your next words. "Yeah, well, we’re not exactly like every other Barbie and Ken, are we?" You remarked dryly.

Allan held your glance for a few painful seconds before he sighed and dropped his head. "You’re right… But still, that doesn’t mean that we can’t be going clothes shopping," He shrugged more lightheartedly, making you chuckle.

"We can go tomorrow," You sighed with a small grin as Allan cheered across the table, earning him a few joyful looks from the other Barbie’s and Ken’s sitting around you two.

Both of you were alarmed when you heard a yell from your sides, causing everyone to turn and look toward beach. A bit of relief flooded everyone, however, as they noticed it was just stereotypical Ken shouting for stereotypical Barbie’s attention from across the beach.

"Poor guy," You commented quietly, earning a small hum of agreement from Allan across from you. "And poor Barbie," You added with a humorous glance towards your friend. "She doesn’t get a moment of peace."

"Does he still go to the shop every week?" Allan asked after another moment of observing the pair had passed.

You nodded. "Mhm, he still thinks that Barbie reads all those books he gives her... I would say something, but it’s getting him to read the books because he thinks she’ll want to talk to him about it after. Plus, it gives me someone to talk to," You shrugged your shoulders, resting your chin on the palm of your hand after you had propped your elbow up on the table.

Everyone had resumed their conversations when yet another yell caused them to crane their necks back towards beach, albeit a little annoyed this time as they were being interrupted once again by Ken. You, along with a few others, decided to ignore Ken as he continued to shout for Barbie.

"Would Barbie not just answer the guy?" You grumbled, slightly irritated.

Allan went silent for a moment as he looked towards beach to see what was going on before he turned back to you with an amused grin. "I think he’s calling you."

"What?!" You hissed, glancing sideways to see that Ken was indeed calling over in your direction as he ran over. "I thought he was calling other Barbie!"

It was easily done. After all, you all had the same names—not that anyone ever acknowledged that.

"Hey, Barbie!" Ken once again shouted as he slowed his running, making you wince as you saw all the eyes in your area shoot towards you in annoyance.

"Hello, Ken," You greeted him in a friendly manner, trying to hide your slight embarrassment at all the attention that had suddenly been brought to you.

"I wanted to ask a favour," He spoke through the side of his mouth, trying to speak quietly, as he didn’t want stereotypical Barbie to hear as she approached the table behind him. "Could you ask Barbie about the book I gave her this week? She never answers me, but maybe she’ll answer you!"

You opened your mouth to respond before being cut off as Ken, once again, shouted behind him to call over stereotypical Barbie. "Barbie! Barbie here wanted to ask you a question," He sent you an enthusiastic wink.

You awkwardly looked between stereotypical Barbie and her counterpart Ken, quickly picking up on the desperate look she was sending your way. "Uh..." You began, swallowing harshly. "Did you... like the book Ken gave you? You know, the one about the journey to the island to find the hidden treasure?" You asked, emphasising your words about what the book was about.

Barbie seemed to pick up on what you were trying to do and happily nodded her head. "Oh… Oh! Yes, I did enjoy that book about the journey to the island to find the hidden treasure." She parroted your words, discreetly mouthing a ‘thank you’ as Ken had turned back to you gleefully after finally getting an answer out of Barbie. It was a miracle he hadn’t picked up on the lie, but Ken hadn’t always been the brightest doll in the house. "I really must be getting back to volleyball... Ken, why don’t you stay here with Barbie and figure out what book you want to get me next?" She asked hopefully.

Ken looked at her blankly for a moment, and you feared he had taken offence to her words, but the way his face quickly lit up told you otherwise. "Sure!" He nodded brightly.

You, Allan, and Ken waved Barbie off as she ran back to her game of volleyball on beach, and Ken pulled up a chair to your table. Allan sent you a questioning glance, and you simply shrugged your shoulders.

"So… What book should I get her next?" He asked excitedly before finally noticing the other person at the table. "Oh, hey, Allan," He sent him a small nod, earning a quiet ‘Hey, Ken’ in response.

You sighed, shaking your head slightly. "I’m not sure, Ken... I’d have to be in the shop to look for one before I can tell you what I think you should get Barbie," You explained with a small frown. "I’m kind of out here for dinner, too." You spoke slowly, hoping Ken would understand what you were trying to say to him.

You weren’t in the mood, basically.

"Oh! Well, let’s go to the shop now."He responded with a big, toothy grin.

He either didn’t catch your drift or he simply didn’t care.

You turned to Allan and sent him a hopeless look, almost begging him to help you out. In response, he merely sent you a mischievous grin.

"I’m finished with my food anyway, Barbie," He sighed and dramatically rubbed his stomach. "I’ll probably go join the other Barbie’s for volleyball before it gets dark," He nodded towards the loud game that was being played off in the distance on beach.

You quickly sent him a dirty look before turning back to Ken, who hadn’t seemed to have picked up on any of the glances that you and Allan had been sending each other.

"Right…" You sighed tiredly, pushing yourself up off of your chair. "Let’s go to my book store."

. . .

"THE sunset is so pretty," Ken commented whilst he stared out your shop’s window.

You were currently rooting through the ‘fairytale’ section for a story you thought Ken would enjoy. "Mhm, it always is," You replied mindlessly while reading the summary of one of your older books.

You knew that Barbie would never read any of these books, so you only ever picked a book you thought Ken would enjoy, seeing as he always read the ones he got for her.

"What’s that?" He asked suddenly from right behind you, making you jump and drop the book to the floor.

"Ken!" You snapped. "Stop doing that…" You leaned down to pick up the book with a grumble before standing back up straight and turning to face Ken.

"Sorry," He chuckled, glancing back down at the book you had just dropped. "It’s dusty," He commented.

You nodded, lifting it up to your face to blow the particles off of the hardback cover. Ken coughed lightly as you blew them into his face, making you giggle. "Sorry… but yeah, it’s one of the first books I got when I arrived in Barbieland," You explained with a reminiscent smile. "I haven’t read it in a while."

"Could I take this one?" Ken asked with a warm smile.

You shrugged, pushing the worn book into his hands. "Sure, but it’s not a fairytale like all the other ones... I’m not even sure why it was on that shelf—I must have put it there by accident," You murmured to yourself before turning around to approach the front counter, pulling out your small journal of names to keep track of who had taken out books from the shop.

"I actually wanted to ask you something," Ken began nervously, quietly kicking at the wooden ground under his feet.

You looked up at him curiously with a quirked eyebrow, inviting him to continue with a small nod.

"Would you wanna come out for lunch? To, y’know, talk about all the books I’ve been reading," He asked sheepishly, his grip on the book tightening slightly.

Your face flushed a light pink at the request—Ken was asking you out for lunch? "I’d like that, yeah," You answered gingerly.

There was an uncomfortable pause before Ken spoke up again, clearing his throat slightly. "I just wanna know for sure that I’ll be able to talk to Barbie about the books whenever she decides to talk to me about them," He explained with a frown, looking off to the side.

You felt your heart drop a little in your chest, hoping the disappointment wasn’t visible on your face. Maybe it was a bit too hopeful to think he wanted to hang out for the sake of spending time together—did he see you the same way you viewed him as a friend, or were you still just a way he thought he could get closer to stereotypical Barbie with?

"Right," You sighed quietly, anxiously tapping your fingernails on the marble counter next to your register. "I’m free any day, so just come see me in the shop and we can go out," You explained with a tinge of upset in your voice. "I should really be closing up now."

Ken blinked slowly as he took in your sudden shift in demeanour, not fully understanding why you had become upset. "Oh, okay…" He mumbled dishearteningly, slowly turning around to walk out of your book store as darkness started to loom over Barbieland. He turned back once more to look at the back of your head as you furiously cleared the mess that was left behind the till. "Bye, Barbie," He smiled weakly before leaving you alone in the shop.

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—> part three

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note | okay part two is finished… updates won’t be daily because i unfortunately have school and don’t always have the energy to write a chapter😭

i’d also like to mention that im posting this on my secondary blog so i cant reply to comments… im trying to hide the fact that im posting fanfiction from my main account, so it’ll probably be a while before i can reply to any—but i’m definitely reading them!!!

thank you so much for the support on my first post, every like means a lot 🫶

#barbie #ken x reader #barbie 2023 #the barbie movie #barbie movie #barbie fanfiction #x reader #barbie reader #fanfiction #ken #pre canon

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lemonandlime22 · 1 year

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Twisted wonderland character react to mother Mc that came to wonderland with a baby If it is ok you don’t have to if you don’t want to

Parent!Yuu coming to Twisted Wonderland with their child

Warning(s): teen parent reader, cussing, not edited

A/N: You didn't specify what characters so its just ganna be general hc. Keeping it gn cause I dont write fem readers rn.

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Grim opens you coffin and finds you holding a crying baby then slowly closes it

both you and ya kid have your own robes and Grim tries to convince you to him him your baby's.

Crowley passes out thinking that the black carriage just picked up two kids and your parents were going to sue him all to hell

then you tell him that its your child and he's all better

cause you can't sue him :).

Grim always refers to himself when around the baby as uncle Grim

he will cry if the bbys first words aren't his name.

The ghost will babysit for you a lot, their its unofficial godparents

they also like to put the baby back to sleep when they cry I the middle of the night.

Train gives you some pointers on random parenting things, he also is happy to last minute babysit for you when you have pop quizzes or anything like that

same with most of the other teachers,

Vargas will do little baby exercises with them while you run laps or wtf you have to do that day

Crowley would offer to help, but please be my the responsible choice and never leave him alone with your child.

You two are always welcome to unbirthday parties, Trey will make baby food for them or baby friendly foods he also will be happy to teach you how to properly brush their teeth

Deuce and Ace love playing and entertaining them, Cater take so many pics of them

Riddle tries his best to get along with the baby but it's very awkward, which is also rly cute.

Take them to Leona and he'll throw yall out, he already has one brat to deal with he doesn't want another.

Ruggie will give you some easy food recopies for you to make that the baby can have

Jack will babysit in the early mornings on occasion by taking them out for a run with him in one of those chest/back strap things.

Do not on any occasion let Floyd hold your baby, he will throw them up into outer space!

Jade will try to give them some mushrooms so just to be safe keep your distance with him too

Azul will have war type flashbacks from seeing you chubby baby.

Kalim is spoiling the shit out of your child, he's also happy to babysit he's got more experience then most with how many little siblings he has

Jamil doesn't mind being around the mushy thing if it's not annoying.

Epel LOVES them! their just the right amount of chaos he needs to stay sane, plus they might remind him of some of the kids in his family or home town

Rook is another happy babysitter, likes to put his hat on them even though its way to big for them

keep the tf away from Vil, on his request

especially if they have ever or have come close to fucking up his makeup or hair or anything like that.

Ortho enjoys playing with them, he thinks their so interesting, also would love to hang out with them but Idia refuses to allow kids

especially babies

anywhere near his room.

Be carful, Lilia might try to adopt them, maybe both of you and he'll be a grandpa

he hasn't decided yet

he also might try and teach them to call him grandpa and Silver uncle

also for some reason, prob the animals that are always around him, your kid loves Silver

Sebek contently makes your baby cry cause of how loud he is, he also yells/scolds at them if they ever cry while Lilia or Malleus hold them

Malleus is basically their unofficial dad, he adores them and spending time with them, even giving them gifts

not just toys tho like things they need

this man even reads parenting books!

fuck after a while he might even start a collage fund for them.

Anyway-

Good luck raising your kid here!

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ryusuisloveinterest · 5 months

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That’s illogical! Senku Ishigami x Reader

Hello girlypops! I wanted to write again so this is what I came up with. It’s a little long but I hope you enjoy. This is technically in Dr Stone 4d science but it doesn’t really have anything to do with the story. Anyway I hope you like it! Also, friendly reminder that requests are open!

Thats’s illogical! Senku x reader

It’s late at night when Senku finally leaves the lab. He’s exhausted, and he doesn’t think he has the energy to drive home. As he’s walking towards his car, he notices the coffee shop across from the lab. They can’t still be open, right? Despite for some caffeine, he walks over to the café.

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You finish sweeping the lobby of the coffee shop. Sighing you look at the time. “One minute left until closing.” You stretch as you go to the back to put up the broom. As you take a quick breather you hear the bell to the door. Are you serious? You go back to the front and put on a fake smile. “Welcome in! Is there anything I can help you with tonight?” As you look at the customer, you immediately know who it is. There’s no way…it can’t really be… “Oh thanks. You’re not about to close right? I can leave if you need-“ “I’m Senku Ishigami…” Senku’s eyebrow raises. “What?” You fast instantly turns red. “No! I mean y-you’re Senku Ishigami… im just, it doesn’t matter….h-how can I help you??” Senku stares at you awkwardly, but tells you his order anyway. He tries to hand you some cash but you tell him it’s on the house. “I-I already counted the till for tonight anyway…” He simply shrugs and sits in a booth, waiting for his drink. Your mind blanks as you try to remember how to make the drink. You’re so scared about your idol being right behind you that you mess up once or twice. “H-here you go…” Senku gets up and grabs it from you, telling you his thanks. He heads towards the door when you call out to him. “Y-you can stay! I-if you want!” He turns back. “But aren’t you closed?” You blush a little more, “yeah but…it’s ok if you wanna stay a little longer…” This causes Senku to blush. He doesn’t know why, but your shyness makes his heartbeat a little faster. “Sure, why not? I still have a few papers I can work on.” He takes a seat back in the booth and pulls out some work. You softly smile and begin cleaning the blenders, happy you he can be here longer.

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“So, are you a scientist too?” Senku questions after 20 minutes of silence. You weren’t expecting him to strike a conversation, but you nod anyway. “I guess you could say that, but I don’t focus on chemistry and things along those lines. I’m more into biology, especially in marine life.” Senku smiles at your statement. “Interesting. I havent met a lot of marine biologist.” You blush a little more, happy that he acknowledged you as a real biologist. “Y’know we’re doing something with marine life in the lab.” You chuckle. “I read your paper about it. Using squid ink and turning it to fuel.” “So, you really are a fan?” He teases. Embarrassed, you turn away and finish putting away the remaining food. “C-can I show you something..?” Senku finishes the remainder of his drink and nods. “Sure, why not?” You go to the back and bring back a chunky sketchbook. You sit next to him and show him all the notes and pictures of marine animals and ecosystems. Each little page was full of color and writing. Senku smiles and giggles. “This looks really good! You know your stuff huh?” You smile. “Can I tell you my opinion on your paper?” He nods. “It’s all I wanna hear.” You talk with him for what feels like forever, first it was about the paper, then about each others day, then about anything else that came to each of your minds. After a while, you hear you phone ring. “Crap! I didn’t realize it was this late!” Quickly picking up everything you and Senku walk out together. “Well, that was fun. You’re nice to hang out with. What’s your name by the way?” “(Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n)!” “Well, I hope to see you around Dr. (Y/n).” As he walks, you call him one last time. “I-if you want, you can borrow this.” You hand him your sketchbook. He smiles even wider. “Thanks (y/n). I’ll be sure to bring it back!”

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The next day, Senku sits in his lab chair, flipping through the sketchbook you lent him. He smiles at the little comments and doodles you made, laughing slightly at the random, goofy facts here and there. “Senku, did you get my email about- what’re you reading?” Xeno pops in, looking at the sketchbook. “Oh, they’re notes about marine life.” Xeno looks through the sketchbook, noticing the handwriting and drawings. “This looks like (y/n)’s book.” Xeno points out. Senku shoots him a confused look. “You know (y/n)??” Xeno laughs. “Yeah, I met her at a science competition, she was the winner with her study on stingrays.” Senku doesn’t know how to respond, he just scoffs and continues flipping through the book. This makes xeno laugh again. “What? You’re mad because I know her? Or are you being possessive?” Senku chuckles. “That’s illogical! Why would I care who she talks to? Besides it’s not like I’m her boyfriend or anything!” This peaks Xeno’s interest. “But do you want to be?” Senku’s face reddens. “T-that’s even more illogical! I just met her yesterday! It doesn’t make any sense, being in a relationship doesn’t make any sense!” He looks down at the book again, trying to hide his red face. This makes Xeno laugh even more as he walks out. “If it matters Senku, she loves to go to the aquarium, and I heard there’s gonna be an exhibit on octopi this weekend, if you’re interested.” Xeno leaves, leaving senku alone. “Tch, like I care…” He goes to his latest experiment trying to focus. But, he can’t shake your smile out of his head. “Ugh! If she wants to see the exhibit then why not? It’s not like I’m doing it cause I wanna spend time with her, it’s just so I can learn more! It’ll help my research too!” Senku claims to himself. Xeno watches Senku walk out flustered, hearing everything he just said. “Heh, whatever you say Senku…”

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sixosix · 1 year

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do you think maybe you could do a relationship dynamic with izuku as uber famous celebrity x the one cafe barista who doesn't know who they are?

( a/n ) anon i don’t know if ur even here anymore cus this ask was sent september last year but just know that i always thought about you. I LOVE KOTA so he’s here

“listen, i get it,” you say, sliding to the left to cram the bagel into a small, brown paper bag with the shop’s logo printed unevenly on the front, “lo-fi’s not your thing. that’s cool. but you’re really the only one complaining about it.”

the lo-fi isn’t even that bad. sure, you can’t differentiate songs from another if you tried, but it’s a fun game to try when you’re bored, and your only company are the flies and warm sun filtering through. the top fifty songs haven’t changed for too long, and you’ve gotten sick of it, so it’s better this than that.

you give kota his order, put on a winning smile, and pray that he spares you from a headache.

he slams his payment on the counter. his money is always paper, never a bunch of coins as what kids his age usually have. it’s a little curious. it’s like he's making money himself.

“i’m your only customer anyway; what’s the big deal?” he gestures grandly at the space behind him, making a huffy noise when you don’t bother looking up from counting his change.

the big deal is that you don’t go around demanding baristas to do that, but kota has a point. he’s one of your only customers, aside from the lost students who order a medium coffee to use the bathroom. they never come back.

the shop you work in is tucked away in the corner of hosu city, past where the buses stop and far from train stations. it’s an unfortunate placement, but it’s safe from villain attacks because not even they would want to walk this far. kota only found it because he got lost, too, and you felt terrible so you gave him a donut.

the difference is he comes every day since then.

you level kota with a look. “how can i attract other customers if we’re blasting your awful playlist in this quiet space?”

his cheeks turn pink in embarrassment. “my playlist is not bad! you should be thanking me i told deku about this place!”

“right, right. ‘cause you’re best friends with the lead of that super famous hero series! pardon me for forgetting.”

kota looks like a baby kitten hissing with his far-from-threatening growl. “you’re lucky the bagel tastes good,” he says and pointedly bites on the bread. “we would be enemies.”

you laugh, leaning against the counter. “how long did you say you’re staying at hosu for?”

“we’re leaving in two days.” kota looks longingly at the bagel.

“alright, well,” you bend closer and whisper conspiratorially, “let’s make a deal. come back here tomorrow one last time, and i’ll treat you the belgian waffle you’ve been eyeing since you first came here. if there’s no one else, i’ll play you your favorite song.”

kota’s eyes sparkle, despite his insistence on looking unaffected. “fine. i’ll come back.”

“tell mandalay i said hi!”

you thought that’d be the last interesting thing to happen, but minutes later, a young man with comically oversized sunglasses and a shirt saying ‘shirt’ enters the shop, looking around in amazement.

“welcome!” you call out with a customer-friendly grin. you’ve never seen this man, but based on his top, you can tell he’d entertain you well.

he pads over to the counter, somehow looking like a lost child despite his eye-pleasing build based on his thin, white tee. “good afternoon!” his smile is as warm as the orange lights hanging over the counter. “sorry, was kota here earlier?”

he reminds you of the man on kota’s wallpaper with a face that made you stare a little too long. kota asked you if you were struggling to read the time. no, you were just struggling not to blush.

“you know him? he was chiding me for the lo-fi.”

he laughs, tugging his sunglasses up hesitantly. “kota can be really picky, sorry. um, i like the lo-fi.”

“you’re cute,” you say, admiring his green eyes. “what’s your name?”

“you don’t—” he blinks slowly, his cheeks darkening, “sorry, i didn’t mean it like i was assuming—”

“wait!” you exclaim, leaning closer to study his face, “are you kota’s brother or something? no, you don’t look like brothers… except for the shoe thing you have going on.” you gesture at his bright sneakers.

“i bought him that!” he says, smiling warmly. “midoriya izuku.”

“midoriya,” you say, grinning coyly when his cheeks flush as you say his name, “what can i get for you?”

he scratches the back of his neck. “regular iced latte, please.”

you make sure that it’s the best goddamn latte midoriya izuku drinks in his life so that he thinks of coming back again.

kota comes back the next day with a skip in his step, and a man right behind him.

“my favorite customer!” you already have his waffles prepared, but you weren’t informed that the handsome maybe-cousin, maybe-uncle, related-to-kota-somehow guy was coming along. immediately, you get to work on his latte.

“only customer,” kota says pointedly, scanning the room triumphantly. standing next to the cute guy with their matching shoes that makes them look more like close brothers that happened to not look similar in anywhere else possible.

“hey,” midoriya says with fond exasperation. “you can’t just say that.”

you laugh, shaking your head. “it’s alright. i know kota’s a sweet kid; he makes my day.” kota makes himself comfortable on the table nearest to the counter, looking much happier than he usually does coming here alone.

kota beams when you walk over and give him the plate of belgian waffles. he digs in the second he gets his hands on it. near him, midoriya chuckles, heading over to the counter. his outfit is a little different from last time: fancier and no more unnecessary captions.

“what can i get for you, midoriya?”

“regular iced latte, please,” he says, blinking up at you in a way that made your heart do something strange.

bingo. because of your headstart, his order comes in quickly, but you pretend to take it slower just to keep them longer.

“you don’t have to pay,” you say, unable to keep staring at how his coat makes him look charming. “i’m treating you two. are you also leaving hosu tomorrow?”

“i want to pay,” midoriya says, and you swear his smile gets wider when you head over to serve him his drink. “yeah, we have to leave for a shoot! it’ll take a while, but now i’m not looking forward to it as much as i was two days ago.” when you glance at him, he looks away, looking shy.

you couldn’t even react or analyze his second comment because you hone in on what the hell he means by—

“wait, shooting?”

“yes… for—wait, hold on.” midoriya frowns at kota, who has half a waffle hanging from his mouth. “i thought you said you weren’t hiding it.”

“i waf’n!” kota insists. midoriya tells him to please don’t speak while chewing, so he spits it out, and you watch in disgust as it flops back onto the plate. “y/n just doesn’t know! technically, i wasn’t hiding it.”

midoriya looks horrified, and this conversation is about you, so you ask, “can someone explain?”

midoriya is blushing, but he speaks as if he’s confessing a crime. “have you seen the hero series?”

“no! i’ve heard about it because kota likes this one guy a lot. think it was deku or something.”

“he’s deku, idiot!” kota says. “you know, the one who you said looked cute when i showed you my wallpaper!” he digs back in on his waffle, pouring more syrup.

“what!?” you and midoriya exclaim.

“why would you say that?” you groan at the same time midoriya asks, “you said that?” wide-eyed and grinning.

“go back to the topic at hand!” you slam your hands on the table. kota’s intense EDM music is blasting, fueling you even more. “why didn’t i— deku’s face is literally on billboards!”

“my face in those is usually covered by the mask, to be fair,” adds midoriya meekly. “but kota-kun is my co-worker…”

“what!”

“you’re just stupid,” kota says, grinning devilishly. “we’re flying out of hosu to film together somewhere else.”

“oh my god.”

midoriya laughs, gazing at you with an intensity that makes your throat feel dry. “it’s not your fault, y/n-san.” he nudges kota, who’s stealing sips on his latte and grimacing. “it’s his for pranking you.”

“and,” midoriya adds, smiling shyly, “it was… nice to know you’re interested in me even without knowing who i was.”

kota hums around the straw, “maybe this’ll finally convince y/n to watch the series.”

ok um the ending is lame i know but i rlly didnt know what 2 do w this LMFAO also dont judge idk what baristas do so just play along. mayb ill make a part 2 cus theres a lot unpacked but not rn i just want to let anon know i didnt delete this ask thx for reading rb or comment to make me happy omg!

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bella-goths-wife · 10 months

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Yandere spiderverse x reader

Mostly platonic but if you guys want I can add a love interest or you can pick one or three for the reader, you know how I love poly lines ;)

You weren’t sure how you ended up in the spiderverse, you kinda just woke up there

The last memories you had was walking with your best friend to their house before walking back home

You remember being grabbed and then you woke up on the cold marble floor of HQ by someone’s child poking you

That’s how you first met Peter B parker

Mayday was intent on waking you up so she crawled away from her father into a crowd where she subsequently stuck to your unconscious body

At first Peter assumed that you were a spider but when you yelled at him to tell you where the hell you were, he guessed that it might not be the case

He walked, practically dragged, you to Miguel all while trying to lighten the mood which was unlikely with your defensive attitude

It just so happened that Gwen, Hobie, Pav and miles were being scolded by Jess and Miguel for a mission gone wrong

The situation was only made worse when Peter dragged you in by the collar as you clung to the door defiantly

Miguel was shocked to find a carbon copy of a person he saved in his universe that collapsed, a child who clung to him when they were abandoned by their parents

Sure you were older, but it was definitely you, well a version of you

Miguel, with this painful reminder of his once great universe, starts yelling at you like it was your fault

You didn’t take kindly to that so you yelled back and called him every name in book with a glare as you yelled that you wanted to get home and he was being useless

Peter had to restrain Miguel while Hobie and Pav laughed and Gwen and miles looked at you slacked jawed

After Miguel’s hissy fit, you were put into a corner as they tried to work out what the hell you were doing here

While in the corner, the rest tried to make friendly conversations with you but you only responded with distrusting glares

It encouraged some and made others feel slightly scared of you even though they could probably knock you out with their pinky

Miguel eventually discovered through your universes Spider-Man’s timeline that you were the future love interest for that Spider-Man

A villain had seen this and thought it would be a good idea to use a machine that he didn’t fully understand to kill you, but instead he chained you to another universe and you can’t leave without that machine breaking the metaphorical chain

You tried going through a spiderverse portal and you got spat back out

This meant that begrudgingly you would have to stay until the rest of the spiders either caught the villain or worked out how to reverse the machines effects

Miguel’s eye twitched at the news as he was forced to offer you a room in the spider peoples homing for when they couldn’t return to their universes for a while

You were kept in that room most of the time with your only entertainment being a small computer that Peter gave you in an attempt to soften you slightly

After the introductions

Hobie

Hobie was the first to visit you in your humble abode out of pure curiosity

You were not welcoming to visitors

He would lay on your bed and not move until you talked to him, that or he would just follow you wherever you went and hover over your shoulder

You didn’t really warm up to him but you tolerated him and talked to him every now and again out of boredom

Any prying into your life would be met with a glare and a complete conversation shut down so Hobie learnt to avoid that

Eventually you became slightly friendly as he offered to connect your computer to portal travel so you could watch your friends and family in your universe through the cameras

It was the first time he saw you smile when your friends came on screen and you watched them

Something about watching you smile made him want to hang around a bit longer

Gwen

You next warmed up to Gwen but it took a while

Gwen thought you would be fast friends considering your rooms were right next to each other

But when she went to approach you, you sent her a glare that made her officially scared of you

You didn’t mean to glare at her, you were just pissed at the situation

When Hobie started to hang around, Gwen noticed that your glares lightened a bit so she tried again

She knocked on your door with snacks in one hand and a stack of dvds in the other

You looked at her carefully before walking off and sitting down but you left the door open, this was your sign that she could hang out for a while

The two of you spent the night watching movies and you fell asleep with one arm around Gwen, even though you aggressively denied it happening

After this, Gwen noticed that you seemed to like her company more

You wouldn’t glare at her anymore and most nights you left your door open for Gwen to wander in, it was your subtle way of inviting her to stay with you

Gwen say this as a success and quickly grew to crave your attention so she spent most of her free time with you, and you still found ways to surprise her as your icy walls start to break down

Miles

Miles warmed up to you after you wandered across Miguel once again unfairly targeting miles again for a pointless scolding

You told Miguel that he needed to chill out a bit

Miguel yelled furiously at you as you motioned behind your back for miles to leave

Miles came up to thank you afterwards for ‘saving his skin’ but you just gave a nod and walked away

Miles slowly started to realise that If he stuck by you, not only would Miguel leave him alone but so would other spider variants that seemed to always give him a hard time

You were somehow generally seen as intimidating, it totally wasn’t because they’d be glared at my you, Hobie and Gwen whenever they approached you

And Miguel just wanted to pretend you didn’t exist

So miles started to seek you out whenever he was in HQ so that he could get that extra layer of protection

He would follow you around like a lost puppy and practically clung to your leg while simultaneously dragging you everywhere he needed to be

You allowed him to do this because he was easy to talk to, so you began to make conversation with him to the point you would consider him an acquaintance, in miles mind that read as best friends

Miles felt the need to be around you more and more as your friendship progressed

Pav

Pav was just easy to get along with

He would admit to you that he was scared of you but once he saw miles and Hobie hanging off of you, he slowly got over his fears

He saw that you were bored a lot of the time, so he decided to bring you some entertainment

He brought you a gaming device for two and claimed that it would make the two of you friends

If it was anyone else, you would have slammed the door in his face

But his smile and puppy dog eyes made you instantly yield

The two of you spent the day gaming together

During this day Pav managed to drag out some person stories out of you while you were distracted

All in all he puppy dogged his way into becoming your friend

The others had softened you enough for you to even laugh at his jokes

Pav liked talking to you, and he wanted to make it his personal mission to make you enjoy your stay at the HQ as much as possible

Peter B

Peter did his best with you to get you to warm up to him but you were hard work

You even gave mayday as smile before you even looked him in the eyes

You only warmed up to him when he caught you staring enviously at the spider people swinging around and mumbling to yourself

“My love interest gets to do this and I’m stuck on the ground” you had mumbled bitterly at the thought of Spider-Man, your future love interest apparently, would have all the cool powers

Peter smiled to himself before leaving mayday with Jess and forcing you into a piggy back before shooting his webs and swinging with you clinging to him

You laughed and squealed as you went high up and Peter laughed along

After it was done, you gave Peter his first ever smile from you as you thanked him

He actually gave you a pretty emotional talk about how the love interest is very important for a Spider-Man’s story

After that he noticed you would seek him out more and would want to willingly spend more time with him and mayday

He felt himself growing happier at every new friend you made and every wall you’d break down, like a proud uncle

Miguel

Miguel found you absolutely infuriating

You were defiant, rude and you weren’t even meant to be in this universe

He would for the most part ignore you but he did notice that you started to lighten up a bit around others and he just groaned and claimed you were a distraction

He didn’t even think about you in a positive light until one night when he was staying up late to work

He heard you approaching his office but he also heard the sound of sniffing

He called out to you and you turned to face him with tears streaking down your face

You had mumbled a confused “dad?” As you moved closer and wrapped your arms around Miguel’s waist

You were hot to the touch and Miguel realised that you were sick, and in your sick mind you had confused him for your father

He wanted to pull away but stopped when you cried into his stomach and kept calling him dad

He was instantly transported to when he saved his version of you when you were a kid

So instead of pushing you away, Miguel pulled you closer and shushed you gently

For the week that you were sick, Miguel took care of you the same ways he used to take care of his daughter all while you called him dad because of your feverish brain

He wouldn’t admit it aloud but it felt good to be a dad again, and he wanted to keep that feeling

After that week, you were suddenly moved into Miguel’s private homing building instead of the Spider peoples housing

This definitely pissed Gwen off

He also asked that you help him in his office as a sort of assistant who would help with paper work and meetings, like an IRL LYLA

This 180 in attitude caused your head to spin but you just excepted it out of Boredom

Another thing Miguel did after that week was crush the machine that could send you home into tiny pieces, you wouldn’t be needing that anymore

The obsession sets in

You had grown quite friendly with the people you were forced into the situation with

You were still rude and untrusting but now you were that quieter and less of the time

You would grab lunches with Hobie

You would watch movies with Gwen

You would be dragged around with miles

You would game with pav

You would swing around with Peter

And you would spend most of you day helping Miguel

They would crave your attention, they don’t know why you of all people they obsessed over

Could it be the work they had to put in to become close with you or was it the forced proximity?

They didn’t care anymore

They all just agreed that you didn’t need to go home anymore

This is your home now, with them

And they weren’t letting you go

They were gentle in their obsessions and would be secretive about it but that didn’t mean you didn’t notice the weird behaviour

They would fight over you like a toy and you barley got time alone but you just brushed it off as them being unique personalities

You’d be going home soon anyway

Right?

Sorry if this is super cringe I wrote this because the yandere potential has been stuck in my head for weeks

Hope you enjoyed anyway

Love ya ❤️

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captainshurley · 1 month

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Baby I'm not alright, but I'm okay (Part 5)

Cash Wheeler x f reader

Previous chapter

A few months later.

The relationship between y/n and Daniel was slowly but surely improving. They texted often, and sometimes called each other. Wheeler often tell y/n some stories, talked about the city they were performing in that week, ask her how she was, how things were going at work, about the weather. They discussed literally everything in the world. Y/n was reluctant to talk about herself. Sensing this, Dan didn't pressurize the girl to get something personal out of her and turned the topic to his plans for the day.

Daniel and David were sitting in the locker room after a match at another Dynamite. They had been traveling around the states with AEW for a few weeks now, occasionally appearing on NJPW shows and shooting promos for various matches.

"Finally, almost a week home" sighed Harwood tiredly. "I've missed my girls. Finley called this morning asking when I was coming over."

"Yeah. A few days off. Paula didn't call me, of course, but I'm sure she missed me too" Daniel smiled a little sadly.

David finished tying the laces on his sneakers, walked over to his friend and patted Dan on the shoulder. "You know you're always welcome at my house and Finley is always happy to see you. I'm not sure about Maria, but Finley sure is."

Wheeler immediately caught David's playful tone and the sadness receded.

After a little thought, he picked up his phone, opened a chat with y/n and started typing.

"Hi, y/n. I'll be back in town tomorrow for a couple days. How about taking a walk?"

y/n was patrolling the city with her partner, discussing the Shotgun Rider band that was coming to town this weekend. As it turned out, they had both bought tickets to the concert.

"NO WAY! I'M A HUGE FAN OF THEM. I DIDN'T KNOW THAT YOU ARE TOO!" marveled Jonathan. "We should go there together. I'll pick you up. No refusal accepted."

y/n laughed and jokingly punched her partner in the shoulder.

"You leave me no choice!"

The girl wanted to say something else but was distracted by the notification of a new text message.

Jonathan noticed that y/n was distracted by the phone.

"Is your celebrity crush texting again? Calling for a date?"

"Stop it. He's not my celebrity crush at all. Just a friend of my best friend, I guess. Yes, we hang out, but it's nothing like that. Just a friendly stuff."

The girl quickly typed a reply and tucked her phone away in her pocket, getting back to work again.

"Yeah, right." Jonathan stated sarcastically and returned his attention back to the road.

Wheeler, having rested a bit after flying halfway across the country, packed up and arrived at y/n's house. Fixing his hair that was slightly disheveled in the wind, he pressed the doorbell.

After a minute, the girl opened the door.

"Oh, shit. I completely forgot we agreed to go out for a walk."

Daniel took a quick look at the girl. His gaze stopped on a t-shirt with a large logo of The Revival on it. He smiled, made a note in his head to be sure to remind y/n about it, and replied, "Don't worry, it's no big deal. Pack up, I'll wait."

The girl stepped aside, letting Dan inside.

"Come on in. I'll be quick."

Y/n ran upstairs and began to change out of her house clothes.

While the girl was getting ready, Wheeler made his way into the living room.

The atmosphere inside was warm. Very minimalistic, no frills. What surprised Daniel a little was the absence of any items that somehow characterized the host. Like pictures, a lipstick forgotten on the coffee table, a magazine, a book or something like that.

"Hey... I'm ready. We can go" said the girl after a few minutes, coming down already dressed in jeans, t-shirt and sneakers.

"Yeah, sure. You look pretty by the way." Wheeler gave the girl a hand, helping her over the last step on the stairs.

The girl's face flushed at the unexpected compliment. She smiled and mumbled a barely audible "thank you".

Y/n and Daniel were strolling through French Broad River Park.

"So, you are "The Revival" fan?” said Dan, recalling to the girl that he had seen her wearing merch.

"Well... I wouldn't call myself a fan. Maria, Finlay and I went to an NXT show once. Truth be told, I only ended up there because Maria called me out. But it wasn't bad. I could even tell that I liked it."

"Wait. You were at the show? I'm surprised we only recently met if you even came to the show."

Wheeler remembered Maria coming a few times with family and friends. But he had never seen y/n among her friends.

"If I'm not mistaken, that was my only visit to NXT. I've also been to Dynamite a couple times, but that was before you and David debuted. Maybe that's why we didn't meet earlier. Besides, I don't really like too much attention on myself, and I was in a relationship with Josh at the time" After mentioning the ex-boyfriend's name y/n fell silent.

"Josh? You didn't tell me about him" gently asked Daniel.

The girl's facial expression changed from cheerful and relaxed to sad and regretful.

"There's not much to tell to be honest. We dated for a long time. But because of me, that relationship ended."

Y/n suddenly felt goosebumps run down her skin. Whether it was the cool breeze that came out of nowhere or the memories of a relationship ruined by her problems. She shuddered and clenched her body. The man noticed this, took off his jacket and threw it over the girl's shoulders.

Dan's jacket was imbued with the pleasant scent of men's cologne. The scent was soothing and relaxing y/n.

"Whatever happened there, it's not your fault. All problems and misunderstandings in a relationship are always both parties' fault."

It was noticeable by y/n that even though the jacket kept her warm, she still didn't feel comfortable.

"My last relationship didn't end well either... So, I understand how you feel."

Unexpectedly to herself, y/n hugged Daniel's hand, which he kept in his pocket. The warmth of man's body warmed y/n pleasantly.

"Thank you... You, it turns out, know how to be nice, not just wildly vulgar and weird."

Wheeler covered the girl's hand with his own and smiled softly.

"Yeah... Sorry about that. I sometimes act like an idiot when I don't know what to do. And for the past few months in my interactions with girls, this has been happening a lot. But sometimes even acting like an idiot works out."

The phone in y/n's pocket vibrated, notifying her of a new incoming message. The girl pulled out her phone.

"Maria just texted me and asked if I wanted to come over and chat with her."

Dan stopped and now looked at y/n seriously and a little frustrated from top to bottom.

"If you want, I'll walk you to David and Maria's house. We can take a walk some other time."

"Nah, I'm good. I'll text her that I'm busy right now."

The y/n's reply couldn't help but make the man happy. It warmed his heart that she had chosen him over spending time with her best friend.

Maria: "Yeah? Maybe you hang out with Dan? 🤣 Come on, get out of the house and I'll be waiting for you."

Y/n: "Actually, I really am."

Maria: "NO WAY! Don't fool me👀"

The girl grinned and shifted her gaze from her phone to Daniel.

"I told Maria I'm with you and she doesn't believe me." She was about to put her phone away but suddenly an idea hit her. "I want to take a picture and send it to Maria. Are you okay with that?"

"Sure" replied y/n Daniel and put his arm around her shoulders. Y/n took the picture and pressed send.

"I'll be expecting a message from David now" joked the man and gently took the girl's hand. "Let’s go?"

For a while they walked in silence. The silence was not heavy. They were comfortable in each other's company. They could talk, discussing everything, or they could remain silent, taking in each other's non-verbal cues. Before they noticed, the sky had clouded over and a light rain began to fall.

"I think it's time to go home," Willer suggested. He lifted his head and looked up at the sky "and hurry up. It looks like it's about to start raining in earnest."

The girl nodded and they quickly headed towards y/n's house.

As they literally ran to the house the downpour started and both were soaked from head to toe. Y/n opened the door and stepped inside.

"Well... I'll be off then. Had a good time. See you next time, I guess. Of course, if you want to." Daniel said uncertainly and was about to leave, but y/n stopped him by taking his hand.

"Don't be silly. You're all wet, and it's still raining and windy outside. Come on in. You’ll get warm, and I'll find you some dry clothes and make us some dinner. Then you can decide what you want to do next."

Dan wasn't sure if she really wanted him to stay right now or if she was just being polite, so he stood there for a few seconds deciding.

"Are you sure?" he wanted to make sure. "If it's going to be an inconvenience, I'd better go”

"It's okay. Come on in. You're welcome here."

Next chapter

#ftr #cash wheeler x reader #cash wheeler #cash wheeler imagine #dax harwood #x y/n #all elite wrestling #aew #aew x reader #wrestling fanfiction #wrestling fanfic #wrestling fic #wrestling #aew fanfiction #aew fanfic #aew fic #Daniel Wheeler

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francisofgotham1 · 9 months

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Catholic Bat Family 2 (Inspired by @incomingalbatross)

Alright, we're back on this thing again. So, as stated before, this is inspired by @incomingalbatross's posts and asks about the Bat Family being Catholic and I really liked, so I'll write about my ideas on it. If you wanna see her posts, go check out her blog. Also, if you wanna see the Bat Family Confirmation saints, click here.

So, with that out of the way, let's get creative! (Before we do, though, I would like to establish that Bruce is a good dad in this because that's how it should be).

So far, we've established:

Bruce's origins and current faith (Very Strong).

Alfred is Anglican

Father Brown is in this universe (and so is Flambeau).

Selina started antagonistic towards it, but thanks to a nudge from Bruce and her sister Maggie, she develops her faith on her own.

Dick is "umbrella" at first and not very formal, but joins the Church after Final Crisis (a lot of angst in this)

Jason was fiercely Catholic and wanted to become a priest before dying. When he returns, he's angry a both Bruce and the Church, but slowly he starts reconciling with both (beginning with Jason cleansing at Lourdes). He still wants to become a priest (maybe).

Tim is Protestant, likes debating, is church friends with Clark, and probably converts Kon. Also, the TOUGHEST NUT TO CRACK IN THIS WHOLE THING!

The family splinters after Final Crisis, leaving many dysfunctions unresolved.

Dick and Damian come into the faith while Bruce is "dead", and Jason returns to it, becoming the spiritual leader of the family (kind of).

When Bruce comes back, he and Jason finish mending their relationship and talk about Jason wanting to be a priest.

That leaves us with a couple of things/people to set up: Cass, Steph, Duke, the Rows, what happens to Bruce in the time stream, how Tim comes into all of this (if at all), and more.

First things first, let's talk about the other people.

Cass I feel like she would want to follow into the faith not only because Bruce is Catholic and he's the first person (besides Barbara) that ever treated her well. But because how her code follows very closely with the idea of forgiveness, redemption, and fierce defense that Catholic Christianity is known for (much like Bruce). And personally, her Confirmation saint has to be St. Joan of Arc.

She definitely found a denomination in Hong Kong or Macau, though

Steph is more tricky. From what I remember of her, she is friendly, fierce, calls people out on their bull, has a terrible home life (dad is abusive and a villain, mom is an addict), and clashes with Bruce a lot. She has a strong bond with Cass, Tim, and Barbara, which makes me think that she maybe leans more towards Protestantism but is not devout at all. She still respects the faith of Cass and the others, tho.

However, once she starts going to college, she walks by the campus church and something just... I don't know, starts calling to her. Maybe it's all of the lessons Bruce and Jason gave, maybe it's a reminder of the quiet chapel at the Manor, maybe it's all the times she listened to Damian talk about his lessons, but regardless of what it is, she begins hanging out at the church and talks with the campus priest. Eventually, she comes to Bruce and asks her to be her Godfather and Sponsor.

Duke...I honestly don't know. He seems to be a passionate kid that was raised by parents with good morals, so I wanna say he's Episcopalian, but I don't know. Anyone is welcome to suggest or add to him.

Harper and Cullen would be very angry at the world and would be very shocked a finding out Batman is Catholic. That turns their whole world on its head, and while they eventually come around to it, I don't think they would ever join the Church.

And finally (for today), Tim. He, as stated before, is the toughest nut to crack in this universe. That's because he's just so naturally skeptical of everything, likes to find answers from scratch, and just doesn't have a need to go looking for it. The only thing that I can come up with is looking into the Dominican Order, who's whole thing revolves around education and academia. And since Tim is the most affected by Bruce's "death", that might cause a giant rift in him. He goes to Ra's for help, suffers from a giant crisis of faith, and eventually stumbles upon a Dominican monastery. There, he begins researching and politely debating with the friars, eventually discussing these adventures with a playful but very intelligent priest in England.

This is getting pretty long, so I'm gonna stop here for today. Everyone is welcome to look into the other topics of discussion, share ideas, recommend new ones, and even make a post of their own (just remember to add proper credit. Even though this is not a school assignment, what starts here ends there). Just please remember to keep it civil. Don't forget, this was inspired by @incomingalbatross. Go follow her, she is awesome and posts about things beyond Batman (Doctor Who, Psych, Father Brown, Ranger's Apprentice, etc.).

Anyways, have a good one!!

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thyknife · 2 years

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Because I’m still stuck here apparently:

It’s been a particularly rough day in the sky. No one is passing their marks, and it’s having a morose effect on the entire team. None want to admit it, but it reminds them all of training for the suicide mission. Just one beating after another.

At least this time there are no push-ups.

Bradley is still holding for his second turn when Hangman-no-Jake returns to the waiting room, fresh from his own go ‘round. He looks completely worked over and Bradley can’t help but feel a tinge of sympathy.

Jake trudges over to one of the leather couches by the window and drops down onto it heavily, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He closes his eyes and releases a deep sigh.

“Hey,” Bradley calls out evenly, gives the blonde a friendly half-smile once he catches his attention.

Jake doesn’t return it, just squeezes his eyes shut like he’s fighting an incoming migraine, fingers lifting to pinch at the bridge of his nose.

Bradley frowns. This seems like more than the standard stress of what they do.

“You alright?” He asks carefully, not really knowing if he wants the honest answer. Sure, he and Jake have gotten closer since the mission, but there are still some walls in place (albeit much shorter ones). He doesn’t quite know how to handle openness between them yet.

Jake nods, stoic. “Yeah, just…tired.”

Understatement of the century, Bradley thinks, eyebrows raised.

And then something occurs to him. Something he’d overheard Phoenix and Bob gossiping about regarding the other pilot a few days prior in the hallway. At the time, it had been knowledge he was planning to stow away and use for ammunition on a later date. Honestly, he’d since forgotten about it entirely.

But now that he’s considering it, something kind of clicks into place. He reaches into his pocket and extracts the bar of chocolate he’d gotten from the vending machine about an hour ago, bored while awaiting his turn to fly the exercise.

He smiles to himself then stands up and walks over to where Jake has his head hanging defeatedly between his shoulders, face angled toward the ground. He makes his footsteps firm and purposeful so as not to startle the other man. When he reaches him he gently lays a hand to one shoulder. Jake looks up in mild surprise, eyes widening a bit at the rare physical contact.

“Here,” Bradley says, thrusting the candy into his line of vision. “You look like you could use this.”

Jake just stares at it for a moment, squints like he’s in a state of deep deliberation. Then he looks up at Bradley, a bit suspiciously.

“I know you want it,” Bradley laughs.

Jake glares at him, but grabs the chocolate from his outstretched hand all the same.

He’s tearing the wrapper down the side immediately, peeling the flimsy plastic away and biting into the confection before Bradley even has a chance to sit down.

“Jesus,” he says incredulously, knocking his shoulder into the blonde’s amicably once he’s settled on the couch beside him.

“Fuck you,” is the response, rather garbled around a sticky mouthful of chocolate and caramel.

Bradley rolls his eyes, not unkindly. “You’re welcome,” he says, and pats Jake’s knee.

He gets up to reclaim his spot by the radio, but a loose grip around his wrist stops him before he gets too far. He turns around and Jake is swallowing down his large bite, tongue clearing away the stray chocolate from his lips.

(And if Bradley feels a lick of heat in his stomach at the sight, no he doesn’t)

Jake lets go of Bradley’s wrist but gazes up at him with intensely clear, green eyes and Bradley swears he sees gratitude there, maybe even something verging on fondness.

“Thank you,” Jake says softly.

Bradley is frozen for a moment at how earnest he sounds. He has to clear his throat before speaking again. “Yeah, don’t worry about it.”

He walks back over to the radio to listen in on their squad’s progress. He hears Jake behind him unwrapping the rest of the candy bar, and he can’t help the warmth bubbling up in his chest.

#hangster #hangman x rooster #rooster x hangman #top gun: maverick #sweet tooth

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stardust-3saders · 11 months

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A Farewell to Remember

Synopsis: After staying in Japan to deal with family business, it is time for Jotaro to go back to America. Yet, he, Lia, and Noriaki decide to go out drinking as a late Cairo celebration and goodbye to him.

That night, the dizziness of the alcohol ends bringing up some secrets, and making the situation escalate in an unexpected way.

CW: Alcohol, drunk sex, DP, chocking, protected and unprotected sex, cream pie, threesome, oral, inappropriate stand usage.

A/N: Ayo, first time posting smut!

This is a little thing that was born thanks to some lovely people in a discord server who have been holding me at gunpoint to allow myself to be self-indulgent/lh. While you don’t need the context of the RP this is settled in, I want to clarify it is situated after the events of SDC (all characters are adults). Lia and Noriaki are already dating and living in Japan, while Jotaro is single and moved to the States.

Of all the ways Lia would expect to spend an evening with Noriaki, going drinking wasn't on her list.

After the redhead had told her of the idea, she expressed her thoughts, reminding him once again that she nor him were the kind of people that do such a thing.

However, as Noriaki explained that he had planned that along Jotaro, as a way to spend time before he left back for the States, she couldn't find the strength to say no.

After all, it was something they should've done before just as all normal friends do, right? And at that point, anything that gave their lives at least a bit of sense of normalcy was welcomed.

Taking one last look at herself in the mirror, she went to the living room, where Noriaki had been waiting for her, comfortably checking a textbook while seated down.

“What place did you say we were going to?”

“An Izakaya, pretty much like any bar. It’s not that far from here either, so don’t worry” He raised a brow as soon as he saw her, moving to stand up.

His reaction made Lia stop in her tracks, wondering if perhaps her clothing wasn’t “appropriate” to the Japanese dress code, a thing that still tended to take her by surprise at times.

“Is… everything ok?” she hugged herself sheepishly, following the redhead’s gaze as he looked her over.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s just…” He placed his hands on her waist, giving her a cheeky smile, “You’re making me consider calling Jotaro and telling him we’re not going”

She scoffed at his words, rolling her eyes as she tried to ignore the heat on her cheeks.

“If you think I’ll let you do that after I just finished getting ready, you’re very wrong”

He chuckled, giving her a quick peck on the lips before moving away, guiding her to the door.

•••

Thankfully, the place wasn’t as crowded as one would expect for a bar.

First thing they did upon arriving was look for Jotaro, thankful that his height made it easier to spot him.

A few feet away from the entrance of the building stood Jotaro, a cigarette hanging from his lips as he ignored a groupie of girls muttering between themselves and sneaking glances towards him, before giggling together.

Lia quickly motioned the direction where their friend was waiting, playfully elbowing Noriaki.

“Better save him before some fierce girls jump at him”

Chuckling at her words, the pair was quick to approach him, their friend moving from his spot as soon as he noticed them.

As Noriaki and Lia were about to greet him, he hurried them inside, not wanting to have to deal with the risk of those girls getting near him.

Thankfully, they were able to get on a boot far from the main area, where most of the crowd had been staying.

As soon as they were seated, an overly friendly waitress, who wasted no time on explaining things to Lia after watching her struggle with choosing a drink.

After that, she left and arrived with their orders in record time, along with an appetizer.

“Huh, I thought bars didn’t have waitresses” Lia watched as the waitress walked away, before taking a tentative sip of her drink, her eyes lighting up as the sweet flavor covered any bitter trace of alcohol she had expected.

“Guess we should bring Jotaro along more often to get special treatment”

Hearing him click his tongue, the pair laughed.Taking a larger sip of her drink, Lia eyed the waitress away, resting her arms on the table and her head on her hands, keeping the straw in between her lips, taking small sips in between sentences.

“Y'know… she was actually kinda pretty”

“I'm not here for that and you know it”

“Jeez, I never said you were!” She rolled her eyes at his words, “…but at this point Polnareff is going to have grandkids before you do anything”

“That would be concerning”

“That's what I'm saying!” She slammed a hand on the table, sitting straight, “How do you know you don't like dating someone without even trying it in the first place!”

Jotaro tipped down his hat, ignoring her complaints as he took a sip of the wine he had ordered.

“What about the girl in the States… What was her name?

“Marina-chan?”

“Yes!” She quickly thanked Noriaki, before turning back to Jotaro, “You don't fully know her yet– she could be nice! Not all girls are the same!”

“You're all equally annoying”

She gasped, dramatically putting a hand on her chest as she leaned in Noriaki, making him chuckle at her expression.

“How dare you!”

〜〜〜

As time passed, drinks kept arriving at the table, and empty glasses leaving.

The trio took the chance to catch up with whatever topic was laid on the table, the alcohol invading their systems slowly clouding their senses, leaving room for more personal and sentimental topics, such as the events in Cairo.

At one point, Noriaki started to narrate the events of his recovery, way more lighthearted than he had when asked about it in the past.

“OH I-!” Lia suddenly raised from her seat slightly, pointing a finger towards Jotaro’s face, “I remember you left Japan as soon as Noriaki tried to live normally after all the shitshow in Cairo!”

“Good grief, are you seriously going to give me crap over this after so long?”

“Yessss” She flopped down on her seat, crossing her arms with a pout, “You were the one here for Nori, and yet you left!”

“…I had my reasons”

“Better hear them then, otherwise I. call. Bullshit!”

“Maybe he didn’t want to see DIO’s leftovers” Noriaki joined her teasing, chuckling as Jotaro kept muttering things under his breath.

After a few: “Come on, Jojo!” “Why are you so shy all of the sudden?” Jotaro's patience ran thin, making him snap drunkenly at the pair.

“I LEFT because if I didn't, I might have told Lia I liked her while you two were dating, you idiot!” Both went quiet after hearing his words, trying to make their mind focus on what he was saying, “And what would that have made me?! You were fucking shitting your guts out through a hole and I try to make a move?!”

“Yeah, right! And I'm Queen Elizabeth” she burst out laughing, not taking his words seriously “Come on man! ‘s that the best excuse you could think of?”

He clicked his tongue in annoyance, downing the rest of his drink in one swig.

Still giggling, Lia leaned forward, snatching his hat before he could pull it down and hide his face.

“Say it on my face and I maaaay believe ya!”

Suddenly, he grabbed her arm by the wrist, looking at her in the eyes.

He seemed to hesitate for a moment, yet, his mind wasn’t in its clearer state, causing him to speak lowly without thinking twice about his words.

“Why do you think I chose the states?” He took the opportunity to yank his hat back, letting go of her as he put it back on, sitting down as if nothing had happened, “I was hoping to find you by chance. Just my fucking luck you decided to move to Japan that year.”

Before Lia could fully process his words in the short moment of clarity her mind seemed to have, she heard Noriaki laughing beside her, before being pulled to his side by an arm around her waist.

“Jotaro-kun…! Who knew you had feelings in that stony, dry heart of yours.”

The redhead’s laugh brought her back to her thoughts, giggling dumbly with him as their friend leaned back on his seat.

“In all seriousness though─and I don’t mean to offend…” He gave Jotaro an innocent smile, his eyes showing a whole opposite emotion “It’s hard to imagine it working, Lia-chan needs quite the… special attention”

Before she could question what he meant with that, she felt Noriaki’s hand move lower from her waist, stopping on her thigh as the tips of his fingers slipped under her thigh-highs, giving her flesh a light squeeze.

His actions made her breath hitch, finding herself unable to pull her gaze away from him as she leaned further into his side.

“Oh? Are you planning on reminding me of that special attention once we're back? I think I may have forgotten about it~”

His drunken blush intensified as she placed a hand on his chest, batting her lashes as she kept looking at him.

“Fuck sake, I'm still here”

They snapped out of their bubble, giggling to each other at Jotaro's awkwardness.

“What about it? You might learn a thing or two about how to win someone, right, Nori~?”

Oblivious to the reaction and thoughts her words had brought up inside the redhead's mind, Lia kept giggling, teasing Jotaro as a few more drinks made their way to the table.

Not too long after, Jotaro suddenly stood up, complaining about how he was tired of hearing their teasing, saying it was time to leave.

Excusing himself by saying he didn't trust Lia and Noriaki getting to their apartment in their current state, he walked them there, ignoring the girl as she kept her teasing while clinging to both their arms for support.

•••

Once at the apartment, Lia was the first to walk inside, clumsily taking out her boots, before whispering something in Noriaki's ear, and stumbling to their room as she laughed.

During all the walk home, she had not noticed how quiet the redhead had been, not saying anything after leaving the Izakaya.

Noticing this, Jotaro looked at his friend, wondering what was going through his head after he stood there even after Lia had left.

With his mind being too blurry to think, he simply ignored that, turning around to leave.

“You're leaving already?”

He stood speechless, trying to fully process his words.

Sensing his hesitance, the redhead chuckled, finishing taking off his shoes and looking at Jotaro over his shoulder.

“She did say I could help teach you a few things, didn't she?”

Without any other word, he moved further into the apartment and in the direction of his room, leaving Jotaro behind.

〜〜〜

Inside the room, Lia had been struggling with taking off her clothes.

A task that shouldn’t take her more than a few minutes to complete, now seemed like one of the hardest things she had ever done, the alcohol quickly making her frustration increase.

Just as she finally shrugged off her shirts and stood only on her underwearーand threw her clothes somewhere in the room to care the next dayーshe felt a pair of arms sneak around her waist from behind, making her squeal as she felt hot breath on the side of her neck.

“Need a hand?”

As soon as she heard Noriaki’s voice, said squeal turned into giggles.

Turning around on his grasp, she put her arms around his neck as she wasted no time kissing him.

She felt Noriaki smirk into the kiss, reciprocating her kiss with a hunger that took her breath away.

Feeling his tongue invade her mouth, Lia mewled into the kiss, desperately trying to match the fervor of his movements as her hands tangled in his hair, softly pulling at the longer strands on the back.

Once oxygen was needed, Noriaki pulled away, moving to nip and kiss her neck, chuckling as Lia tilted her head back to make the job easier for him.

Just as she was getting lost in the sensation of his lips on her neck, Lia noticed a looming figure in the doorway, making her gasp and try to push Noriaki’s face up.

Her gaze switched between the redhead and her friend at the door, watching in confusion as she waited for one of them to say something, just anything to explain why the taller man was there.

Seeing her too focused on his friend, Noriaki grabbed her by the chin, redirecting her attention towards him.

“…Nori?”

“You said you wanted me to teach him a few things, didn’t you?” Her eyes widened slightly, making him chuckle, “Would you be nice and help me with it?”

She felt a weird sensation building up, making a chill run down her back.

Noriaki had never acted in such a way.

It was new and oddly exciting for her.

Shyly, she nodded, making him chuckle.

Placing a kiss on her forehead, he gently guided her to the bed, making her sit on the edge as he sat behind her, placing Lia between his legs.

As soon as she was seated comfortably, his hands went back to roam over her body, his hands squeezing all over as he kissed the skin on the back of her neck, making her sigh and lean into his touch.

Slowly, one of his hands slid down, teasing over her underwear.

Lia whimpered, wiggling her hips as a way to ask for more, feeling Noriaki softly biting in between her neck and shoulder as his fingers went under her panties in a quick movement, wasting no time sliding his fingers along her folds.

Her whimpers turned into small moans as the redhead’s fingers rubbed her labia and clit, making her buck her hips, searching for more friction.

“I don’t think you’ll be able to see much by just standing there”

Hearing hesitant, heavy steps, Lia moved her gaze up, finding Jotaro’s gaze looking all over her. As soon as it crossed with hers, he swallowed hard.

A sudden finger entering her brought Lia’s attention back to her boyfriend, her hand going to grip his thigh as she moaned in surprise and leaned her head back, resting against his shoulder.

Slowly, he started to speed up his motions, adding another finger as his other hand went to cup one of her breasts over her bra.

“Can’t see much with these either, can you?” He stopped his movements, keeping his fingers buried inside her, making the girl whine out Noriaki’s name “Be nice and help with these, I have my hands full at the moment”

With her mind already clouded by the pleasure she was feeling, Lia quickly raised her hips, hurrying Jotaro to obey.

Hesitantly, he moved his hands to the edge of her underwear, pulling them down slowly, unconsciously letting out a groan at the sight of her wet core swallowing his friend’s fingers.

“Actually… I think I have a better idea” He slid out his fingers agonizingly slowly, chuckling at Lia’s complaints “You won’t learn anything by just watching”

His other hand moved to unhook her bra, quickly working on taking it off.

Jotaro just stared at the pair, unable to guess if the redhead meant it seriously or not.

“Come on now, it is rude to leave a lady waiting. Right, koneko-chan?”

Before Jotaro could comment anything about the pet name, he felt a hand on his wrist tugging on his arm, way weaker than intended. Crossing his gaze with Lia’s and noticing the already present annoyance in it, he allowed her to guide his hand between her legs.

She hissed at the pressure he put on her, clearly using more force than needed, making her grip his wrist tighten as a cue to correct his actions.

Noriaki observed as his friend’s fingers slowly fell into a rhythm comfortable enough to Lia. Once they did, allowed his hand to move back to her chest, toying with her nipples.

Taking advantage of the way her mind focused only on the pleasure she was feeling, the redhead slowly slipped down her back the hand that had been working on her, still slick with her juices, moving it to the ring of muscle on her ass.

His action made her abruptly lunge forward, seeking hold on whatever she could, her free hand gripping Jotaro’s shoulder as her back arched.

What she didn’t notice was that her new position left her face inches away from her friend’s, the raven haired man only being able to focus on her expression as her breath fawned over his face.

Feeling his stare over her, Lia crossed her half lidded gaze with his, whimpering.

“J-Jojo”

It probably was the weirdness of the situation making it all feel like a fever dream, or the work of the warm wine he had drank earlier, but before he realized, his gaze was locked on her parted lips as he slowly moved forward, closing the distance.

However, just as his lips were about to brush Lia’s, he felt something suddenly wrapping itself over his lips and around his body, harshly yanking him back, pulling him down into his knees.

As soon as he recovered from the sudden movement, he noticed that what was wrapped around his body and bounding his limbs were green tendrils.

Realizing what was going on, he raised his gaze, finding Noriaki resting his head over Lia’s shoulder, watching him with a raised brow.

“I may be allowing this” He said, as in cue for more tendrils to slip between the girl’s legs, disappearing as they moved further back, “But that does not mean there aren’t some… restricted things for you”

The hand on her chest quickly moved to her chin, turning her face to him as Noriaki slammed his lips on hers, hungrily kissing her, his mouth muffling her whimpers, before pulling away with a wet sound.

Suddenly, the tendrils pulled Jotaro forward, bringing his face closer to the girl’s entrance.

“Go on, didn’t you want to use your mouth so badly?”

The tendrils pulled away from his mouth, leaving him gritting his teeth.

Unable to move and too drunk to fight back, he allowed the stand to pull him forward once more, burying his face in between Lia’s legs, only being able to start moving his mouth to allow himself to breathe.

Soon enough, he was only able to hear her getting wetter as he worked on her, along with Lia’s mewls as his tongue moved up and down her labia and her clit, while tendrils worked on her ass and the redhead continued his attack on her mouth and breasts.

It wasn’t long before all sensations started to become overwhelming to her, pleasure coming from all directions, leaving her dizzy as the coil on her belly tightened with every movement and caress over her body.

The multiple, thin tendrils were replaced for a thicker one, slowly penetrating her and stretching her further. The feeling, along with the tongue on her cunt and the vibrations caused by Jotaro’s grunts, soon were enough to make the coil on her belly snap, one of Lia’s hands gripping her friend’s hair as the other clung to Noriaki’s thigh, letting out a loud moan as her thighs tried to snap shut.

The tendrils let go of Jotaro, allowing him to pull back as he tried to compose himself, watching as Noriaki pulled the girl into an embrace, whispering into the crown of her head as she caught her breath.

The redhead gave Jotaro a quick glance, a faint smirk appearing on his lips as he watched the man stand up, before he whispered something in his girlfriend's ear.

The girl looked up at him with a questioning gaze, shakily standing up after he nodded.

In some sort of post orgasm clarity, Lia found herself blushing as she stood bare in front of her friend. Hesitantly, her hands reached to him, resting on Jotaro’s forearms as she shyly looked up at him.

“Take these off, won’t you?” she tugged lightly on his sleeves, but her words made it clear that she meant more than just his shirt.

By the corner of his eye, he saw Kakyoin starting to shrug off his clothes, leaving only his underwear.

Not knowing what else to do, he mimicked his friend’s actions.

Once he stood in only his underwearーand hatーshe guided him to the bed, softly pushing him, so he laid down on his back, before climbing on top of him, straddling his lap as her hands started to rub his crotch.

After a few moments, she yanked down his underwear, freeing his length.

Jotaro’s hands moved to her hips, guiding her to hover over his dick, the head rubbing her entrance. Yet, before he could start pulling her down, she slapped his hands, making him let go as she moved away slightly.

Kujo glared at her as he watched the redhead hand her a small, shiny package, the girl chuckling as she opened it.

“It’s called protection, big guy…” slowly, she slipped down the preservative, stroking him a few times “for more than just one thing”

He scoffed, placing his hands back on her hips as he pulled her forward.

“I don’t stick my dick on a hole at the first chance I get”

“Oh, really?” She reached forward, taking advantage of his hands being busy to take off his hat, throwing it away, revealing his flustered face, “And what exactly are you doing right now?”

His glare deepened, making her chuckle before she started to sink down, hissing at the unfamiliar stretch. It took a few minutes before she went all the way down, having to stop to catch her breath as she did so.

Lia pressed her hands against his chest, shakily keeping herself up, Jotaro’s thumbs rubbing circles on her hips as he tried to focus on anything but how thigh and warm she felt around him.

It wasn’t until she leaned forward that he noticed Noriaki behind her, grabbing her hip with one hand as he lined up his dick, slowly pushing in. As soon as he bottomed out, he rubbed Lia's back, trying to help her relax and adjust to the sensation.

Once she had fully adjusted, she slowly started to move her hips, cursing under her breath as she did so.

At first, she was the one fully controlling the pace, both men grunting as she moved her hip back and forth, slowly increasing the pace.

As time passed and her movements continued, both men started to buck their hips along her motions, hurrying her to move faster.

It wasn’t until her legs started to shake from the effort that they took full control, knocking the air out of her lungs as both moved at a hard rhythm.

Soon, a mix of grunts, whimpers, and moans filled the room, along with the dull slapping of skin against skin and the trio worked with synchronized motions, each of them seeking to reach their high.

Already being on the point where he could read Lia like a book, Noriaki quickly noticed how close she was from cumming. Using this to his advantage, one of his hands let go of her, sneaking around her body, starting to rub circles on her clit, causing her to choke a cry as her walls clenched around the dick inside her.

The feeling of her walls clamping around him made Jotaro grit his teeth, cursing under his breath as he felt the pressure in his abdomen building up fast.

With one last hard rub, the coil inside Lia’s belly snapped as she let out a loud moan, her nails digging on the tall man’s chest. The mix of her grip and the pain on his chest made him follow suit, letting out a guttural groan as he bucked into her harshly a few more times before stilling.

Suddenly, Lia felt herself being pushed forward slightly, just enough for both men to slip out.

She heard the noise of something being removed behind her, yet, before she could ask anything, she felt the redhead suddenly pushing his dick inside in a swift movement, not giving her time to adjust as he started to buck into her harshly.

“W-wait!” She choked out, feeling a tendril wrap around her neck as he pulled her up by her forearms.

Still not fully recovered from her orgasm, she felt overwhelmed with the pressure in her neck and Noriaki’s hard pace, quickly feeling another orgasm building up, being able to not do anything but try to grab anything to stabilize herself.

Soon, his bucking turned erratic, letting go of her for a second before wrapping his arms around her body, clinging to her as more tendrils sneaked up her body, rubbing and caressing her body, adding to the mix of sensations overtaking her senses.

After a few rubs and thrusts, she felt herself cum again, shaking at the over stimulation, before feeling Noriaki whimper against her neck, stilling as he came, filling her up.

Lia whimpered as he pulled out, watching as he moved to lay down beside Jotaro, catching his breath.

With fatigue washing over her, she couldn’t help but lay down in between them, feeling the redhead instantly pulling her towards him, with her back against his chest.

And so, as Noriaki nuzzled on her neck, she fell asleep along with the other men.

•••

Light creeped through the half closed blinds, slowly raising Lia up, along with a headache slowly building up.

She debated with herself whether to allow herself to go back to sleep or wake up and take some painkillers, along with making some coffee for both her and Noriaki.

God, just how much had she drunk last night?

She tried to recall the events of the night prior, yet, her senses started to wake up as well as she did so, suddenly becoming aware of her surroundings and how tired she was.

She felt Noriaki snuggling closer to her body, his arms wrapped around her body and trying to pull her impossibly closer.

Smiling, she felt herself falling back asleep in his embrace, letting herself relax… until she noticed what felt like an extra hand, resting on her hip.

Groggily, she started to open her eyes, letting them slowly adjust to the sunlight.

As soon as her gaze focused, her eyes went wide at the sight in front of her.

Jotaro was lying beside her, on the opposite side of the bed, his naked body partially hidden under the covers.

Alarmed, Lia let out a yelp, unconsciously kicking in the raven haired man’s direction, surprisingly pushing him off the bed, making him land on the floor with a loud thud.

Her action woke up both men, making Jotaro sit up abruptly as the redhead let go of her, rubbing his eyes as to fully wake himself up.

“What the fuck, woman?!”

“That’s exactly what I’m asking!” she clung to the covers, trying to hide herself from his gaze as she noticed she, too, was naked under there “What the fuck are you doing here?!”

He moved to fully stand up, making Lia blush intensely as she looked away, avoiding looking at him.

Looking away made her gaze cross with her boyfriend’s figure, who was sitting in complete silence with his gaze lost, probably remembering the events from the night.

Frowning, he opened his mouth, no words coming out. Sighing, he swung his legs to the side of the bed, moving to stand up.

“We should get cleaned up” Once he stood up, he turned to look at Lia with a bittersweet smile, moving to pick up their clothing.

“I…” she looked at her friend by the corner of her eye, feeling her face flush darker before whispering “I can’t”

Jotaro scoffed at this, starting to pick up his clothes.

“As if I hadn’t seen everything already”

“That is NOT what I meant!!” gritting her teeth, she threw a pillow at him, the taller man catching it without trouble.

She looked back at Noriaki, who raised a brow in confusion, before realizing the meaning of her words and moving to help her get up, guiding her to the bathroom while keeping her body out of sight as much as he could.

〜〜〜

Sitting in one of the kitchen chairs, Lia held an almost full mug of fresh coffee, having only taken a sip to down some painkillers, the burning sensation on her tongue barely comparable to the fatigue on the rest of her body.

She was more than thankful that Noriaki gave her some alone time to clean herself, more now as memories of the night prior resurfaced on her mind, making her feel ashamed of her actions.

She hid her face in her hands, groaning. Hearing footsteps coming inside the kitchen, she raised her gaze slightly, feeling herself blush in shame as she watched Jotaro lazily grabbing a mug, getting some coffee.

Feeling her gaze over him, he turned to look at her as he took a sip, raising a brow as she panicked and looked away.

“Stop acting like an idiot, I won't do anything”

“I don't know that” She glared at him, fidgeting with her mug “Thanks to you, I'm feeling like shit”

He scoffed, downing his coffee, looking around for something as he put the mug in the sink.

“Not my fault, I just wanted you to shut up” he walked past her, stopping at the entrance of the kitchen, an almost invisible smirk on his face “Got the opposite result, but at least you stopped talking shit”

As her face flushed darkly at his words, she did everything she could to hold herself back from throwing her mug at him.

“YOU FUCKING-”

“— If you're looking for your hat, it's in the bedroom”

Noriaki interrupted her, walking into the kitchen with a raised brow.

Grunting in acknowledgement, Jotaro left, leaving the redhead and Lia alone.

Taking a sip from her coffee, hid herself behind her mug, suddenly feeling way too awkward in her boyfriend's presence.

Once his friend was out of sight, Noriaki put a hand on her shoulder, making Lia flinch a little, her action causing him to frown.

Yet, before he could say anything, she whispered.

“I'm sorry” She kept avoiding his gaze, “I-I don't know why I acted like that last night, I'm-”

“Hey, all that wasn't your fault… nor anyone's” He put a hand on her cheek, gently making her look at him, smiling softly at her “It was just… a one time accident, nothing else”

She looked in his eyes, trying to look for something that showed if he was angry with her.

Finding nothing, she couldn't help but reciprocate his smile, leaning her face into his hand as she let out a sigh.

After a few minutes of silence, he spoke again.

“By the way, how are you feeling?”

She cringed at his words, blushing once again.

“Huh… like a lot of parts in my body are in a competition to see what annoys me the most”

He chuckled, his hand moving to caress her hair as he placed a kiss on her forehead.

“Well… Let's just hope Jotaro-kun learns to be kinder. Otherwise, I fear for whoever he ends dating”

“Just Jotaro?” She raised an incredulous brow at him, scoffing as he looked at her, confused, “I usually don't mind, but you weren't exactly the nicest last night”

“Well… what can I say?” Noriaki blushed slightly, chuckling sheepishly, “I just didn't want to hear you say the wrong name”

“NORIAKI”

He laughed out loud as she pushed away, hiding her face in her hands with a groan.

“Come on, time to leave”

“Leave? Where to?” She allowed him to grab her hand, standing up as her mug was placed in the sink by one of Hierophant's tendrils.

“We promised to accompany Jotaro-kun to the airport, and right now he looks like a depressed 40y/o”

“B-but…”

“We'll get breakfast on the way there… I honestly don't think any of us has the energy to make anything”

Lia whined in protest, yet she still followed him to the entrance, nervously ignoring Jotaro's presence.

As she clung onto Noriaki's arm, the trio left, trying to act natural but still with a weird awkwardness around them, yet still not wanting to mention anything, silently agreeing to forget about the whole incident.

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The parking lot to the office building is dead empty. It used to make him nervous—parking lots at night, big empty space. A flood light flickers and barely illuminates his path up to the stone steps. Windows line the front, real two way mirror like. Can’t see out as well as you can see in. That also used to make him nervous—Xavier figures he was a pretty nervous man before. But when he shakes off his coat and tosses it onto a rack aside the door, a man at the welcome counter whistles. It relaxes him instantly, this friendly greeting, this familiar face.

“Wolffe, you see that plan on last nights game? Whiffed it, he fuckin’ did, yeah?”

“Go easy on the guy. First time playing after a knee injury? Like you could do better.” Xavier leans over the counter to fish for a pen on a messy desk. Banner heaves back in the office chair, booted feet propped up on the counter. The toes are scuffed to death and they’re clunky and militant, obviously old. He’s former…something. Xavier never actually remembers—which is sort of nice. It’s hazy anyway, just like his own flimsy background that has somehow held for as long as it has. Most of the British don’t seem to care if he was Air Force, Navy, Marine or what.

“I’d hold it down, my own. ‘Fore the—”

“Before the bullet, right, right.” Xavier nods along, grinning toothily as he signs his name into visitors. Not entirely necessary, but since his paperwork is also flimsy, he likes following rules. Makes it easier. Lessens the everyday hovering fear that something will one day happen to take all this away. “Tell Eden I said hello. Meant to bring in the casserole dish, but—” he gestures to the oil stained mechanics jumpsuit.

“Right off from work?”

“Cut out early.”

“Lazy dog!”

“Woof,” Xavier jokes, tongue out as he pushes through the side door that leads into a long, beige hallway.

Used to be Xavier couldn’t stand the color. Reminds him of…

He hangs a right, sidesteps a short woman whose hair is pulled back in a severe bun.

“Going to call security on you one day,” she comments, eyes cutting up above small, rectangular glasses. Xavier presses both hands to his heart, attempts his sweetest, most good boy smile. It might not land, with the little bit of gray that’s seemed to finally push through at his temples. Luckily, the office he’s looking for is only a few steps backward and to the left. Xavier’s hand closes around the little gold knob just as the woman is rolling her eyes and turning back to a printer that will likely occupy her for a full night.

“Oh, sorry,” he says, holding up his broad hands in surprise. Xavier frowns, brows pulling together. He makes a quick glance behind him to the glass window pane that has a last name on it, in big black lettering. “I’m looking for someone. Have you seen,” he turns and steps forward, hands closing onto the back of a chair. It’s nice than those standard wooden chairs in some of the other offices—someone had clearly thought of comfort first, when putting these in here. For whoever might be in The Veterans Affairs office—who might need comfort before anything else.

“My husband? He’s around this tall,” Xavier touches his chest, admittedly a bit suggestively. “Dresses almost entirely in black and has the prettiest eyes. I haven’t seen him in, like, a week?”

“Oh, fuck off,” Benji sighs, tossing paperwork onto his desk.

Maybe it was because Xavier had only just been sitting in his car, looking through old pictures on his phone that Benji’s appearance strikes a hard chord inside his heart. It’s devastating occasionally, knowing time just sort of passes like it does. Xavier feels it slip through his fingers, that metaphor of sand or water or whatever the fuck getting away too quickly. One day, he was standing in front of a job fair booth, making the worst decision of his life; the next day, he was waking up next to a result of that decision and the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

Benji removes his glasses, tossing them alongside the paperwork. He pinches the bridge of his handsome, curved nose. He must have been the last of his soldiers already, because he’s yanked all his hair back haphazardly with a claw clip that barely contains all those curls. Gray weaves through them, a thick band that sprouts from one temple and blends with his raven ink colored hair.

He’d gone gray first. Xavier thinks it started back in the forest, with the wound. Benji had aged ten years in that moment, knife slit in his side. Xavier, when he’d finally found himself back in his lovers arms, months and months later, had found the first gray hair. He’d put his lips to it, his nose to it, in that way Xavier showed affection and breathed Benji in and made peace with the fact that the gray would stay.

A dog breathes in the corner, a soft snuffling sounds. Anika lays there, in her SERVICE ANIMAL vest, utterly tuckered out and asleep. Her side rises and falls in that soothing, animal pattern. One of her back legs kick, like she’s firmly inside a nice, sunny dream.

Xavier slinks around the chair he’d been leaning on, hand walking across Benji’s desk. He pokes fingers into paperwork, slides it just a bit further away. Benji snorts at the gesture and it makes Xavier pouty, until he’s firmly on the other side of the desk. Then he can’t hel smiling again, leaning back against Benji’s messy workspace, feet spread to make himself a bit shorter for his husband.

“Promise I didn’t come to revisit the old argument,” Xavier says, holding up his hand in a mock scout salute. Benji’s long hours, huge case load, dedication to his job, all had already been a sore spot at more than one dinner table argument. But sometimes Xavier liked that—what they argued about seemed simple and domestic and sweet because of it. Letting the laundry sit too long so it got wrinkled, or ordering the wrong sized door for the shed they were building, or that Benji worked himself to death sometimes or that Xavier felt he didn’t work enough, didn’t pull his weight, didn’t really add enough to their income.

Benji’s dark hands lift, slide around Xavier’s thighs and squeeze. He pulls himself closer, resting his cheek against the rough material of the mechanics jumpsuit on Xavier’s stomach.

“Mm,” he hums. “Love you in this, y’know.”

“Do you want me to leave and walk back in and pretend I’m just some lost mechanic? Get a little roleplay with it?” Benji’s laugh is a soft bark, something that moves his shoulders. Xavier brushes fingers through that jet black and steel gray hair, appreciating how it causes Benji’s hands to tighten around his thighs as if in reflex.

“Naw,” he drawls and tilts his head back until his chin is resting on the lower part of Xavier’s stomach. A strong current of hot blood suddenly rushes straight to that spot, leaving Xavier dry mouthed and dizzy. “I wanna go home.” Benji’s dark, husky voice makes that hot blood pool painfully lower. Those pretty eyes blink up at him, making it even worse. Xavier groans, loudly, completely unashamed of the sudden and intense desire for his husband.

“Say fucking less,” he mumbles, quickly bending to dark a few kisses to Benji’s mouth and cheek and accidentally, his eyebrow. It causes more laughter, which does not make his hard on any less hard.

—

It’s not noise or temperature or a dream that wakes Xavier up. It’s sheer absence of a body next to his own, when nightly, there is a body beside him. His pale hand pats around the bed, searching for Benji and coming up empty. Xavier lays flat on his stomach, still half asleep, drifting in and out of a dream that was all green and blue and warm. He blinks himself awake, forces consciousness in the wake of realizing he’s alone in their bed. He rises, stumbling a little bit.

Xavier’s long body tips over as his hands scramble along the floor to find his boxers. He tugs them on, yawning with his head tilted back. The elastic snaps on his hips. He notices how much tighter they feel, a little roll of fat above the band. He pinches it, grumbling to himself, because he wasn’t sure where all that came from.

He leaves the bedroom, scratching idly at an itch on his side. Fingers run accidentally on scar tissue, but he pays it no attention because it’s an old wound. A before wound—a knife slipped up to take his life and having missed, just made his pale, freckly skin less pretty there. Xavier doesn’t think about that old scar anymore, barely thinks of any of them. Not even the one along his jaw, since he’s regularly kept just a thin layer of five o’clock shadow. Now that it doesn’t grow in so God damn patchy.

Sleepiness still clings to him, dragging him down like a warm blanket, so he nearly trips over Anika. She’s laid on her side, in the hallway, which is where she tends to sleep if Benji’s left the bedroom. The poor girl raises a head and then lays it back down, her tail thumping softly.

“I know, girl,” Xavier says, bending to pet her big, blocky head. He gives her a sweet kiss to the face, a thank you for forever protecting his husband when Benji refuses to wake Xavier up.

It was funny that the insomnia didn’t really go away. There were good stretches of time where Benji slept fine. Better than fine, there were Sundays were they overslept and stayed in bed and cat napped through out the day. Most days, Xavier woke up before Benji to be at the shop early—and Benji was still asleep. Not the half sleep he’d become accustomed too when he’d first come home (here, home). Benji, flitting through a hundred different nightmares, on the precipice of being awake during every single one. That wasn’t real rest.

But Benji did get real rest these days. Most of the time. Love was not a cure all for everything, though. And the insomnia stuck around more often than Xavier would have liked.

The TV is on, but the sound is so soft it’s more for light than anything else. Benji lays on the couch, arms around himself, tucked inward. His side rises and falls softly, but Xavier doesn’t believe for a second he’s truly asleep. It’s that half state again. He can tell because Benji’s fingers dance, twitching here and there.

Xavier says nothing as he approaches. He continues to say nothing as he takes Benji’s wrist and slowly unravels the former medic. Benji makes a few noises himself, a grunt here and there. A resigned sigh. Xavier doesn’t care and he doesn’t stop. He merely tugs Benji up from the couch and starts the walk back to their bedroom. It’s almost child like, pulling him along. He can picture the dour, petulant expression across Benji’s face; caught in his ridiculous independent act. He didn’t like bothering Xavier, he didn’t want to toss and turn in bed when the other man needed sleep. Even years together, Benji had a hard time asking for things.

There’s no use arguing over it. And besides, before it made Xavier angry. Now, he feels nothing but this surging, protective affection that makes him yank back the blankets and shove at Benji to get back into the bed.

“Dickhead,” he mumbles grouchily.

“Mhm,” Xavier hums, climbing in as well. Mean old fuck, Xavier thinks fondly, lovingly, happily. He tucks arms around Benji’s broad torso and yanks him back into the cushion of his chest and thighs, spoons around him like a warm blanket. Benji mumbles something else, not really meant to be heard. Xavier presses a kiss to skin, anywhere he can find it. Shoulder, neck, behind Benji’s ear.

“Sorry,” Benji finally folds. “Not a nightmare, alright? Just couldn’t sleep. Didn��t want to—”

“Just bother me,” Xavier interrupts. “I like being bothered.” He flattens a hand and gropes across Benji’s chest to make him laugh. It’s a lovely, husky sound. Xavier presses another aimless kiss. “Besides, I already called off tomorrow.”

“You never call off work.” Which was true. Xavier’s loyalty and work ethic combined was dog like. Anika would be jealous. Or, if she could communicate, she’d probably tell her stupid humans to stop being so stubborn, so annoying and also to buy more quail eggs for her. Before Xavier can answer, Benji is hauling away from him and patting at the bedside table. There’s a brief illumination—the pale sickly light of technology—and then the thumb patting sound of Benji texting. The phone’s put down and then Benji wiggles back into place—which is both adorable and very hilarious, considering he’d been the one to wander out of the bedroom in the first place.

Xavier does not point out the sudden change of heart. Instead, his fingers brush softly through coarse, black body hair at Benji’s navel.

“I just texted Graham and said I was using a sick day.”

“Ooooooh,” Xavier whispers into Benji’s ear. “So bad.” And he yanks them together tighter, eliciting a huff of affection. Maybe if they were younger, the loss of anticipation for next day responsibilities would have spurned them into turning toward each other with wandering hands. They would have kissed and fucked and talked the entire night. Instead, Benji actually falls asleep. His breathing is a soft, beautiful pattern against Xavier’s arm, tucked as it is underneath him.

#writing #core au #xw #bp #xw x bp

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And Now...a Sneak Peak at Clichecore AU Chapter 10! (Super Special Tumblr Exclusive Early Access)

helloooo. since I haven't gotten anything posted recently I'm sharing the beginning of chapter 10 with you guys early. oh here's the actual fic if you want it

Trick-or-treating officially ended at nine—none too soon, as Drew was threatening to commit a felony if she had to listen to The Monster Mash again. By the time the last of the families had left the youth center and they finished packing up the decorations, cleaning their trash, loading everything back in Drew’s car, and fighting their way through traffic to the office, it was well after ten. When Drew whined that the kids had gotten fingerprints all over her bumper, Piper told her she thought it was very kind of Drew to dedicate her time and car to the children for the night. Drew snapped at Piper for calling her kind because she “had a reputation to uphold.”

Nico wasn’t if it would be rude to point out that working at a nonprofit might lead people to that assumption.

After putting the decorations back in his trunk and waving goodbye to his coworkers, Nico got into his car and pulled up Austin’s contact information.

“Why are you calling me in the middle of the night on Halloween?” was how Austin answered the call.

“It’s not the middle of the night yet,” Nico said. “Pronouns?”

“He/him. Is Will okay? Is that why you’re calling?”

“What?” Nico asked, frowning out his windshield. “Will’s fine. He’s at work.”

“Oh, thank god,” said Austin. “I was scared you were going to tell me he ODed at a Halloween party.”

“What? Why would you think that? You know how responsible Will is with drugs.”

“Yeah, but you can’t just call me in the middle of the night and expect me not to freak out.”

“Do you think I only talk to you because of your brother?” Nico asked. That was kind of offensive. He was admittedly not great at figuring out the line between friends and friendly acquaintances, but he was pretty sure he and Austin were somewhere on the “friends” side of the spectrum.

“Then why are you calling, if it’s not about Will?” Austin asked.

Nico hesitated. “Well. It’s kind of about Will,” he admitted, and Austin laughed on the other end of the line. “Austin, listen. Shut up, stop laughing. I need help. I want to set things up so Will can celebrate Día de los Muertos, but I don’t know how.”

“Hang on,” said Austin. “You’ve lived with Will for seven years. Are you telling me you’ve never celebrated Día de los Muertos with him?”

“You’re making me sound like a shitty friend,” said Nico. “Three of those years we were in college and there was always an ofrenda on campus that students used, but Will didn’t have time to do things the way your family does at our apartment. Then four years ago, we had an ofrenda and Will printed out some pictures that your dad sent him, but he couldn’t do much else because he was busy working. The next year we had even less time, and since then, we haven’t done anything. He’s never put out Lee’s picture. And I thought...well, he happens to have the day off tomorrow and I just saw something that reminded me of Día de los Muertos, so I thought maybe I could surprise him by getting a few things ready so he can celebrate.”

Austin sighed. Nico cringed.

“Is it a bad idea?” he asked.

“Nico,” Austin said. “That’s very sweet, but Mihcailhuitl usually takes days of preparation. Weeks, even. And our family starts welcoming the children today, remember? We start earlier than most people.”

Nico grimaced. “Yeah, I know,” he said. “We’d be starting late. But he has a night shift the day after tomorrow, so we’d have some time to celebrate then, too, as long as it’s low-key. He won’t want to be tired for work.”

“Okay,” Austin said slowly, like he was thinking. “Yeah. I suppose I can lend my assistance to a poor, clueless white person in need. You’ll probably make the world’s saddest tamanal, but Will is such a softie that he’ll cry tears of happiness no matter what. You guys should Facetime me tomorrow. Maybe we could have a family call with everyone.”

“Well, what if I come pick you up instead?” Nico asked.

“You mean like now?”

“Sure, unless you have plans you can’t get out of for tomorrow or the next day,” Nico said. “I don’t mind staying up late to drive over and I know Will would love to see you. We can go on a midnight run to some stores and pick up whatever supplies we need and then you can crash with us. It would be nice for you two to talk about Lee. Right?” Nico paused and added, “That was a legitimate question. Would that be nice? Am I being too invasive?”

“It would be nice,” said Austin. “I haven’t celebrated since he died, either. And I really don’t want to leave you to fuck up Mihcailhuitl. I can always rearrange my schedule since I’m self-employed, so—”

“Self-employed?” Nico asked flatly. “You mean an influencer?”

“Self-employed musician with a significant social media following,” Austin corrected.

“You mean the social media your paycheck comes from?”

“You’d better start being nice to me if you want my help, asshole,” Austin growled. “Come pick me up. I’ll pack a bag.”

Austin was waiting outside his apartment dressed in a pair of sweatpants and an off-the-shoulder sweater that looked too stylish to be effortless when Nico pulled up. When Austin opened the car door, he took one look at Nico, then forced him to get out and give a fashion show so he could shower him with compliments. As per usual, the size of Austin’s bag was far too large for a two-night stay. Nico tried to tease him about it, but Austin just rolled his eyes and said, “Nico, we’ve discussed the genderfluid overpacking dilemma before. Besides, I’m bringing my laptop and headphones so I can get some work done.”

They drove back across the bridge and stopped at a 24-hour grocery store. As they were heading inside, some guy wolf-whistled at Nico, so Nico (who had taken self-defense classes in high school and college) grabbed his wrist, pinned his arm behind his back, kneed him in the crotch, and told him to keep his hands to himself or else he’d break his fingers. When Nico released the guy, he groaned and fell on the pavement. Austin linked his arm through Nico’s and called him a queen, then they walked into the store like nothing had happened.

They gathered supplies they would need to make calavera and the ingredients for tamales, atole, and pan de muerto—Sitzin’s recipe, which Austin was pretty sure he remembered all the ingredients for, but they’d have to call to get the instructions. They managed to find a single bouquet of sad, wilted marigolds and some things to set up the ofrenda before leaving the store and heading back home to Nico and Will’s apartment.

“We’ll share my room tonight so that Will doesn’t know you’re here when he comes home,” Nico said as they put the groceries away in the kitchen.

“Yeah,” Austin agreed. “We should stash my things and the rest of the supplies in there then we can surprise him in the morning.”

Before heading to bed, Austin loosened Nico’s corset for him with care and reverence for the garment, but not the firm yet delicate touch that Will had saved for Nico. Austin’s hands didn’t make Nico’s breath catch or his chest feel fluttery like Will’s had.

While Nico glumly mourned the loss of Will’s touch and changed into his pajamas, Austin tried to make himself at home in Nico’s bed by re-homing Nico’s friends.

“Why the fuck do you have so many stuffed animals?” Austin hissed, sweeping his arm across Nico’s bed to shove them to the ground.

Nico gasped in horror. “Gently!” he said, picking up each of his plushies one by one and setting them upright so that they’d be more comfortable.

“How do you even sleep with all of these? You need a bigger bed.”

“If I get a bigger bed, I’ll just fill it with more plushies,” Nico said. “The only thing keeping me from adopting more of them is the lack of space.”

Austin flopped into Nico’s bed and grumbled, “You’re so weird.” He turned his back and covered himself with Nico’s ghost-patterned sheets.

“Thank you,” Nico said as he climbed into bed next to Austin. He shut off his bedside lamp and rolled over to get some sleep.

Sleep didn’t last long. Austin was notoriously bad at bed sharing.

Nico woke up a split second before his body hit the floor next to his bed. Tired, in pain, and really, really confused, Nico stared around in the dark for a moment trying to figure out what had happened until he saw Austin’s hand dangling off the edge of the bed. Scowling, Nico got up and tried to push Austin back to his side. When that failed, he went for a more assertive shove. He thought he was getting somewhere when he attempted to roll him, but it was a slow, exhausting process, Austin slapped Nico’s face in his sleep, and even after flipping Austin over, he still somehow managed to take up the whole bed.

Muttering a few choice curse words to himself, Nico gave up. He put on the zombie slippers he’d worn the evening before, grabbed Fuzzy, and stalked off to Will’s room to try and catch a few hours of sleep before Will came back home. He set an alarm on his phone to go off around the time Will’s shift ended, then burrowed under Will’s covers with Fuzzy in his arms, happily soaking up the bed’s warmth and drinking in the scent clinging to Will’s sheets.

But in his sleep-deprived state, Nico forgot to set the alarm tone to the bloodcurdling horror movie scream he always used. This was unfortunate because Nico slept like the dead and he had yet to discover another sound potent enough to wake him up.

He was jolted out of his slumber yet again when Will quite literally fell on top of him, apparently so tired from an exhausting night shift at the hospital that he didn’t notice the lump in his bed.

When Nico yelped in surprise, Will pushed himself up and tugged down his covers, frowning when he found Nico there. “Nico?” he asked.

“Uh...hi,” said Nico.

Shit. How was Nico supposed to explain this situation? Should he lie and say that his room had flooded or that someone had broken into their apartment and stolen his mattress but nothing else? No, those weren’t good enough cover stories. Should he gaslight Will into believing this was nothing more than a sleep-deprived hallucination? No, he wasn’t sure he could pull that off. Also, he wasn’t going to gaslight his best friend.

“This is my bed,” Will commented.

“Yeah,” Nico agreed.

“Why are you in my bed?”

“Um.” Nico cleared his throat. “I wanted to cuddle.”

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. That was the dumbest thing Nico had ever said. What kind of person just climbed into someone’s bed because they wanted to cuddle with them? Will was going to think he was such a freak and then he’d never want to date Nico—

“Yeah, okay,” said Will. “Scoot over.”

Nico shifted to the far side of Will’s bed, taking Fuzzy with him, and Will climbed in next to them.

“Big spoon or little spoon?” Will asked.

“Little,” Nico answered, so Will wrapped his arms around Nico from behind.

Nico was a genius. He should win an award. He was an absolute master of seduction.

And then Nico’s alarm suddenly started going off, presumably having snoozed itself for a while when Nico didn’t react to it. “Is that yours?” Will asked, rolling onto his back. He frowned as he felt around his bedside table searching for the source of the noise.

“Yeah,” said Nico. “Turn it off.”

“Why do you have an alarm set?” Will asked as he jabbed Nico’s screen with his finger and made it fall mercifully silent.

“Wanted to be awake when you came home,” Nico lied.

Will dropped the phone back on the table. “God, that’s so adorable,” he mumbled. He turned back onto his side and pulled Nico in his arms again. He buried his face in the side of Nico’s neck, he slid one of his legs between Nico’s, and then sighed sleepily, his breath caressing Nico’s skin. Soon, Nico felt the soothing rumble of Will’s soft snores against his back.

Nico stayed awake much longer.

#clichecore au #‘exclusive’ I say as though this isn’t a public post

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vespersposts · 2 years

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Wildchild [5]

Thank you to everyone who supports me in this adventure, hope you can enjoy reading it as much as i love writing about the boys.

Things are getting in the way, slowly, and i think next chapters will be blocked (fluff-lemonishy parts ahead).

Advices, criticism and requests are welcome.

@storyhuntress13, @aizumie

Masterlist chapters:

[1+2], [3], [4]

Half past five in the morning is a rather ridiculous time to wake up, yet here you are looking out your bedroom window seeking some relief from the mugginess of the night.

You open your arms and stretch, noticing how cosy the neighbourhood looks in the dawn light, asleep in its peaceful routine.

You slip out of your nightgown and, after a quick shower, you replace it with a soft green linen dress that uncovers your knees and closes at the neck with a delicate floral pattern. You pick up your mobile phone and headphones, tie your hair in a high ponytail and wish you were ready for the day.

"Hang in there until tomorrow night" you repeat in a half-voice like a mantra.

You walk briskly towards the market, where your stomach forces you to have breakfast, awakened by the smell of the shops selling all sorts of gastronomic temptations.

Dorayaki or dashimaki?

'Both' you reply, taking from the hands of the friendly saleswoman a tray with the two dishes and a cup of steaming black tea next to it. That breakfast is the most important meal of the day is common knowledge, just as it is common knowledge that the more thoughts pile up in your head, the more your body needs fuel to process them.

Useless to say , Earl Grey reminds you of him.

You smile at the hot box and retrieve your mobile phone to re-read his email. You feel sincere gratitude for Sei's inability to be controversial or annoying, you feel absolute ease in his affectionate but never prissy way of letting you know, between and off the lines, how much you are appreciated not only as an artist, but first and foremost as a person.

You feel your shoulders freeing themselves from the weight of that knot in which they had been trapped by the heavy atmosphere of your trip to Tokyo, you are glad again, because you can already imagine yourself in the beautiful garden of the Akashi manor having breakfast ,and discussing the tracks you will select for his big evening.

He would hand you a flower and tell you something meaningful about himself, a childhood memory; perhaps one of your own favourites, where the memory of his mother's words makes his eyes shine with that joy veiled in melancholy that has always seduced you.

You would ask him for a hug, and he would not know how to refuse it, aware of his borderline behaviour but not at all afraid of its consequences.

You sigh, because like every day, you come to the same conclusion.

If what you feel for Seijuro Akashi is not love, then you don't know what love is.

You smile at the screen of your mobile phone, check the train schedule and to your delight discover that your fantasy might come true sooner than expected, as the Shinkansen would guarantee your return to Kyoto just in time for breakfast on Saturday. You schedule a message to Sei with a screenshot of the departure board, and a smile spreads across your lips, the same bright smile you give to the person who has just called your name, and whom you can't believe you're standing in front of.

"Well, look who's here!" you hear a cheerful voice, eyes of such a deep blue chase yours that don't know where to look, now that you feel inspected in detail.

"How quickly you've grown up too! Look at you, you're pretty much a woman! When I think of you all coming of age this year, I don't know whether to cry from excitement or from my approaching old age!" concludes, returning your smile.

"Mrs. Aomine, how nice to see you," is all you can say, swallowing an empty gulp.

"How are you? Congratulations on the admission test, we're all so proud! When Satsuki told us, we asked Daichan to tell you how happy you made us, he did, didn't he?" she asks, sitting down next to you, the canvas bag full of vegetables and fruit resting next to your tray.

"Of course" you lie " I am so grateful because if it wasn't for your support I would never have been able to convince my parents to let me go to Kyoto" you smile at her again, just hoping she'll get up and leave quickly.

"That's all because of Shinichi! I mean if he persuaded me to marry him, he must have had no problem convincing your father to let you study!" she said, noting how even mentioning your family makes you look serious.

"Guess I’m gonna thank him at the award ceremony" you tell her, regretting your statement soon after, because from the amused expression on her face, you already know that she, just as her son Daiki does too, already knows that you have fallen into the trap she has set for you.

'What if you do it at a dinner to celebrate you two, like the good old days? Wouldn't that be great? I could cook hiyashi chuka, you used to love it when you were kids! ' she proposes with such enthusiasm that you regret having to refuse.

'I don’t want to bother you, I don't know what time we'll wrap up so...' you're making it up, because the last thing you want in your life is to spend an evening at Daiki's house with Daiki.

"What nonsense! You'll be back together with Daichan, just like old times!" she tells you straight, clear as if she's pointing at the sun in the sky at midday. "I'm so glad, what a lucky coincidence !" she repeats getting up and grabbing her bag from the table with confidence. "Time to go back to my men, see you tomorrow then!" she walks over to pat you, then disappears among the patrons who start to populate the market.

"Hang in there until Saturday morning" you correct your mantra.

You can feel the tiredness knocking at your lids.

Early afternoon of the last, heated, day of school.

The president of the music club talking non-stop for half an hour to introduce you and around him a dozen boys and girls staring, as if you had all the answers to their life's doubts. You take a sip from the ice-cold can to look at the big clock on the wall.

There are still two hours to go before Satsuki, as promised, comes to rescue you.

"First I have to make sure you-know-who attends practice!" she had told you in a conspiratorial tone, during an equally secret lunch.

"Do you have any special requests or can I tell you about the scholarship?" you ask, opening your bag to take out the brochures prepared by the foundation's press office.

A really cute girl raises her hand, asking you what you will be playing tomorrow at the award ceremony, and you blink, because no one had told you that you would have to perform.

"The headmaster..." the club president informs you with a resigned air, shrugging his shoulders.

"No problem," you sketch, glimpsing a way not to die of boredom while you wait for Daichan to be done with his tantrum.

"Why don't we pick a piece that we can all do together? We can play the school anthem!" you propose, eliciting puzzlement from the entire club.

"Sempai, but what if we make a mistake and embarrass you?" the girl asks you again.

"What if I make a mistake?" you ask her "Let's start and adjust the shot as we go, we will surely find a way" you smile, confident that you have at least intrigued them.

Two hours pass quickly, and to your regret you feel that the meeting with Satsuki will have to be postponed, unless you can find a way to continue following the rehearsal and go to the gymnasium where the formal ceremony playback will be set up.

If you skip the rehearsal, you won't even have to deal with him.

You press your lips together and frown.

Why are you running away?

'Sempai' the voice of the student sitting next to you at the piano calls you back.

You wake up from your thoughts and follow her gaze, steady on a tall figure obscuring the sliding door of the music club.

You narrow your eyes, trying to give a name to that huge shadow approaching you. Short hair, broad shoulders, a peach-coloured T-shirt highlighting his athletic physique and long muscular arms. A sharp face with a shifty gaze that has always failed to hold yours.

"Captain Wakamatsu!" you smile at him, getting an indecipherable expression in return, which becomes even more surprised when you introduce him to the club people with full glory.

After all, he was your hero for a day.

'Momoi sent me to get you because the rehearsal starts soon' he says looking around dazed, arousing just as much curiosity in the onlookers.

-Bravo Satsuki! - You think to yourself, as you make arrangements to continue rehearsing with your playing partner once you are free from your pending engagement.

You follow the boy out of the classroom and see him breathe a long sigh of relief.

"What a strain all those kids put on me!" he laughs, mussing his hair.

"But how, you of all people, a lion tamer?" you ask him, beckoning to stop at the vending machine.

"Only you see me like that...Leave it, please" he tells you, offering the bottle you are now withdrawing from the machine.

You know he has seen it, but you don't know if he will dare to ask you anything.

He takes a sip of the cold drink and stares at you, a long glance that ends on the thin white crescent from the base of the thumb of your hand to your wrist.

'So that's how it ended,' he comments, finishing the contents of the can that is tossed into the trash. His hands are cold now holding yours, as if to protect you once more. You let him run his index finger over the thirteen points that close the metal plate that holds together what remains in the joint of your wrist, and you nod.

"That was a bad fall," you agree, slipping out of his grip to open your drink.

"It wasn't a bad fall, he had every intention of injuring you" the other replies dryly.

"Kosuke-san, you know that's not true" you cut it short, clutching your shoulders.

"I know what I saw" he informs you "Did he even understand that he could mess up your whole future for a stupid fight with me? If he had succeeded, would you have thanked him for that too?" he asks with such exasperation that makes you realise that a part of him holds himself responsible for your injury.

"Kosuke, it was stupid of me to get involved, but it was an accident...An accident that was resolved in the best possible way thanks to you, who took me straight to the nurse's office" you tell him looking for his eyes "I wouldn't have stopped crying that day if you hadn't been there" you confess, tearing him a smile.

"It was the least I could do," he tells you, stroking your head with his hand, before realising that at that pace you will never make it to the gym.

You inhale deeply and hurry, following the boy through the corridors of the school and meanwhile thinking back to that hellish day, which left you with a fragile hand and a broken heart.

You can still see the parquet floor of the gym under your legs, his hand failing to catch yours, a ruinous fall with your whole body pressing down on your wrist, shearing and dislocating bones and ligaments. It is not the excruciating pain that makes you shed rivers of tears, but his look, so lost and resigned, as if he has had the proof he sought of his worthlessness in anyone's life. You see him shake his head as he is pushed away by the captain. You don't even notice, so busy you are looking into his dismayed blue eyes. You feel Wakamatsu's powerful arms lift you by the weight, hear him shout to get the nurse's attention and then cover your head with one hand, as he clutches you to his chest to carry you to the infirmary, where he watches over you until you have cried all your sadness away.

You look at your hand, deformed by the swelling.

You ask the boy if you can talk to Satsuki, while the nurse hands you the phone to call your parents, but you beg her to write a message.

"It's not your fault," you press send, hoping he will read it.

Then you ask her to dial another number, his number, because you know that if there's one person who knows exactly what's best for you, it's Akashi Seijuro.

" We've arrived," the captain announces to you, briefly squeezing your shoulder as you move from the warm sunlight to the cold lights of the gymnasium. You nod, letting your eyes adjust to the change in brightness and return the image of a small group in the background.

You see Momoi running towards you, hugging you enthusiastically, tugging you from Wakamatsu's side to brag about her nice stunt, as if the thrill in the air wasn't quite palpable already.

You smile at the schoolmaster and shake his hand again, next to him Imayoshi, who despite his kindness, has sensed your tension at a glance and smiles at you, letting you know that your childhood friend is changing in the locker room and will join you shortly.

"There he is! Hurry up, Daichan!" you hear Satsuki's voice to your right, which is echoed by the boy's, who in an exasperated tone answers her, pleading for silence.

She turns her face towards you with a mischievous expression, as if you have something to prove her, crossing her arms over her chest so that you understand even more clearly how convinced she is of her point; you answer her by shrugging your shoulders imperceptibly, exhaling all the air left in your lungs.

That Aomine Daiki is very handsome is a given, but what you really find unique about him is how his movements enhance his every feature, making him almost a vision. His hands tucked into the pockets of his army-green bermuda shorts, a white T-shirt and that lazy, lustful expression of his, a magnet for girls, awakens a strange pride in you as if you are somehow responsible for it.

In two years nothing has changed, not even that cheeky look of his.

You let him ignore you to entertain himself with his captains and in the meantime you allow yourself to be observed, taking a subtle pleasure in knowing that you are still able to arouse his interest by doing trivial things, such as talking or drinking from a chilled bottle.

"What a drag!" he snorts, leaning forward slightly so he can look you in the eyes.

"It could have been worse, Aomine-kun" you smile at him, noticing with what perfect timing Momoi disappeared.

"I'm just saying we could have done something more fun than just standing here and seeing who's going to open and who's going to close the queue" he taunts you, heedless of your detached politeness.

"Maybe" you admit "But after two years of silence wouldn't it be better to break the ice with something trivial, like ...How are you Aomine-kun?" you ask, giving him a small smile which he immediately returns.

"I'm bored out of my mind, how are you?" he replies.

"I'm hot!" you reply, pressing the bottle of iced water to your cheek.

"Don't you have summers in Kyoto?" he asks you candidly, earning a nudge.

"You idiot!" you sigh, moving the bottle under your jaw and from there onto your neck and the nape of your hairless neck. You hear his chuckle, as his warm hand reaching for yours at the nape of your neck, his fingers between yours to steal the bottle that ends up right on his lips, drained in a single gulp.

"You made me so damn hot" he laughs, returning the empty bottle to you.

He stays beside you, aware that he has Momoi's smug gaze on him.

His hand almost grazes your knuckles, his warm body smells of sun-drenched sheets and juniper, a lethal mix of purity and sensuality that slowly engulfs you, awakening a part of you you never thought he could reach anymore.

You hide your hands behind your back, turning your gaze and your attention to the stage to try to understand the instructions that a frantic teacher is giving at the microphone.

You close your eyes, exhale and sink into the humidity of the summer, trying not to think about the past, trying to hold on to the list of his faults, so crisp and definitive in the other city, which there and now, seemed little more than a series of small missions to be completed to smooth out those sharp edges that stood in the way of your everyday life.

Then you see: it is not a real thought, but only the outcome of the tiredness and guilt you hold towards people that make you sentimental.

A suggestion, nothing more, a shadow that you know will vanish.

You turn your head and look for a smiling Satsuki, who is naively thinking she is reading something positive in your expression. You watch Daiki rubbing his elbow, see him stop and then shrug and grumble yet another bored complaint.

He is a mirage, just that.

A sophisticated and exciting mirage of a seductive promise of the future, so ephemeral in fact, that it never really has a chance of existence. You already know that that thought will come back to visit you, you already know that a part of you will linger on forever, but you also know that the part of you that lives in the real world, your true self, demands something real and you cannot fail it.

"Sometimes we don't realise what is right in front of us until it is taken away from us".

Reaching your place in the queue, Akashi's words come back to you.

He had foreseen it, but left you this chance to figure it out.

You smile at the school headmaster pretending to put a medal around your neck, and observe how to your right they are far away, completely absorbed in their world of chatter.

Daichan and Satsuki.

Satsuki and Tetsu.

Daichan, Satsuki and Tetsu.

Whichever way you want to look at it, your presence doesn't change the outcome.

Actually, in their world you don't even exist, despite Momoi persisting in her methodical mission to push you in by force.

"I don't think I can make it Sa-chan, this heat is making me terribly tired" you reply to her, turning down a foursome for the ice cream parlour.

"They don't have summers in Kyoto" Daiki echoes her.

He must be pretty proud of that gimmick of his, which at least makes Imayoshi laugh.

"Yeah" you mumble, thanking your lucky stars that you've finished your rehearsal.

#aomine x reader #aomine daiki #aomine x you #akashi x reader #akashi seijuro #akashi x you #knb #kuroko no basket #knb x reader #the basketball which kuroko plays

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