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DaveFarts - Episode 29 “Ripped Ripper” [Episode List] Dave’s gym is closed due to maintenance so he decides to do some working out at home. Lazy Tim doesn’t want to join him, but Dave knows how to make things more… interesting for his kinky bro.

POV: Tim

Ripped Ripper

Another lazy Sunday evening, a great reward after a busy week like the one both me and my friend/roommate Dave just had. I was in my bedroom minding my own business, reading stuff on my laptop, listening to some music: perfect pre-Monday night for a guy like me, now 30, too tired at the idea of doing something that demands a bit more commitment than, well, this. I even closed the window shutters this morning so the Sun couldn’t bother me with its very inappropriate life-bringing light.

Luckily, Dave is a fellow lazy man, so I know I have a good roommate when it comes to just chilling in silence, without even interacting, after a long week. I’ll ask if he wants pizza though, least I can do for not, well, not making up any plans for tonight.

“Babe, come here!”

Speak of the Devil.

I heard my bro from his room, next to my own. I know him, he probably didn’t even need me for anything important, as his voice had that tone he uses to mess with me (and our other buds) like the idiot prankster he sometimes can be.

“Here I come.” I replied, very maturely putting a lot of emphasis on that last word.

I… took my time to actually go on check on him, ‘cause I liked the song I was listening to. Once it was over, I managed to get up, almost tripping on my own sweatpants and slippers somehow.

I walked to his room, knocked a couple of times on the door, which was open, and looked at him with the most bored expression I could muster.

“You rang?”

Faint rock music was coming out of Dave’s smartphone on a desk while he was sitting on his bed. He was wearing a blue t-shirt, a pair of grey basketball shorts, and sneakers.

“Not interested.” I then said, walking back to my room.

I heard Dave laugh and then his own footsteps right behind me. He grabbed my left arm and pulled me back to his room. I didn’t fight back ‘cause I know I couldn’t; not because of Dave being strong or anything but because I knew he won’t leave me alone the whole evening.

“Not gonna let you dump me for the fourth time this week.” he said.

“I said I’m not interested.” I replied.

He let me go, sat again on his bed and looked up to me.

“No, you said you wanted to exercise.”

“…eventually!”

“You didn’t say ‘eventually’, you said ’next week’.” He got up and patted my shoulder. “Come on, give it a shot.”

I sighed, defeated, but I still wanted to slip my way out of that situation in a way or another.

“I already tried the gym with you once and I got bored pretty quickly.”

“Oh shut up, you stopped showing up because you were too busy crushing on that hot guy, so much so you got too afraid to work in with him.”

I looked at him with a puzzled look, pretending to have no idea of what was he talking about.

“Also I’m way hotter than him and I’m very offended by your poor taste.” he joked.

I rolled my eyes in response, even though, yeah, I do think Dave is quite hot, regardless of my kink obviously.

“Look.” I said. “I just don’t feel like it today, I hav-“

“I have to work tomorrow” he completed my sentence, also doing a very poor imitation of my voice. “So do I, man. It’s not even 4:00 PM. The Sun’s still up. Do you even look outside of your window sometimes?”

I literally shook my head in disbelief.

“Wait, what?”

I sincerely thought it was, like, almost dinner time. Maybe Dave’s got a point, after all.

“…maybe you’re right.”

I noticed a small exercise mat on the floor by Dave’s bed; I simply sat there, waiting for my friend’s instruction.

“Alright, lead me to a healthy life of wellness where I don’t trip on my own slippers.”

“Well you’re in the wrong place!” Dave excitedly said, in a bit of self-irony since he’s not super fit himself, but he’s better than me at this no doubt.

The room was big enough so the two of us could lie on the floor. He pretty much lied on his back next to me as a way to “guide” me through the first exercise, one I was actually familiar with: crunches.

“Should I do some warm-up first?” I asked.

“Yeah, you should have, but since you’re right here just… give it a shot. It’s not like you’re gonna die.” He placed his hands on the back of his own head, starting the exercise. “…I think.”

Even though the fact that I’m into farts and that my friend right here constantly blasts me should be the most embarrassing thing about myself, my performance during this first, relatively easy exercise was definitely more painful to watch: I couldn’t even finish a set (around 20 crunches), while Dave was humiliating me. I struggled so much and felt pain in my chest for some reason; I was already sweating and panting.

Not even 5 minutes in and I already wanted to quit.

“Yeah.” I managed to say, lying on my back, as my bro kept crunchin’. “Not my cup of tea.”

“The hardest part is getting started.” he commented.

“Wow. Thanks Master.” I replied, sarcastically.

He stopped mid-crunch, and turned to me, looking me at funny.

“Tim, blasting you with my farts doesn’t make me your Master.” he said, with a mocking tone.

I instantly sat back up as if I woke up from a nightmare.

“What the fuck.” I turned to him, as he resumed doing his crunches. “Where did that come from?!”

“It’s fine bro.” he kept teasing me. “You can keep calling me ‘Dave’ if that’s fine for you.” he laughed.

Hearing my straight friend just casually making references to my fart kink, let alone the fact that he constantly face-farts me, will always be wild to me, like a fever dream. And also insanely hot, dammit.

“Is this because I suck at doing crunches?” I asked, not very politely.

“No, it’s because you’re already giving up.”

“It’s just…” I sighed. “That’s just my thing bro, sorry. But thanks for trying to help, really.”

I lied on my back again, defeated, as Dave kept exercising. I could sense my friend looking at me, probably with his usual smirk, completely unfazed by me moping around, exhausted.

“Well… maybe I can do something to make things a bit more interesting for your lazy ass.” I heard him say, finally breaking the silence.

A silence that soon became a distant memory as the sound of Dave’s sudden, loud fart shook the entire room, easily surpassing the faint rock music coming from his phone. I’m used to my bro’s blasts and trust me, they are almost always loud, but this one felt even stronger somehow. It was also, but that goes without saying, long, like 9 seconds long.

As ridiculous as I may sound… I had to see it.

I sat back up one more time so I could get a good view and I saw Dave still lying on his back, one leg up to ease the blast out. How the grey fabric of his basketball shorts could endure that stream of gas is a mystery to me. His eyes were closed: he had the facial expression of someone surprisingly struggling to keep that blast going, a sign that he was holding that gas in for a while, which is unusual ‘cause my friend usually can rip monstrously long and loud blast with relative low effort.

Whether the case… that was a very hot sight, the tent I pitched in my sweatpants being the undeniable proof.

As the fart kept going, Dave lifted his left leg even more, as if there was a recoil, making it even louder.

The fart lasted around 14 seconds and my friend let out a quick sigh of relief as he ripped one last toot out. That sounded (and looked) more exhausting than me trying to do crunches.

The teasing bastard winked at me, ‘cause he knows how to press all the right buttons of my fetish.

“You know what I’m capable of…” he said. “Now imagine my skills, like, powered up by protein shakes.” he laughed and let another loud, but shorter (around 3 seconds) toot out to prove it, not that he needed to, as his farting skills are always jaw-dropping.

Still, he’s a teasing bastard.

The scent of his ass polluting the room reached my nose and I coughed a bit for how rancid that was.

“Are you seriously… bribing me with farts?” that’s a sentence I just said, fuck my life.

“Maybe.” another quick toot followed. “Is it working?”

“I’m going to punch you.”

“Can’t finish a set of crunches and he wants to punch me.” he laughed. “Pissing you off is so easy bro.”

“I’m not pissed off.” I wanted to clarify. “You… you’re just making me hard.”

Even though Dave knows about my kink and fully accepted me, I still have a hard time letting him know that his farting skills (and teasing, nonetheless) never fail to give me a massive boner.

Dave looked at me funny, faking a serious expression. Then let out another loud rip in response, around 4 seconds long. Why do I even worry…

“Of course.” I simply said, too embarrassed to even look at him though.

As usual, he didn’t care, and only found my awkwardness hilarious. Disgustingly hilarious.

“It’s fine… at least you tried.” he then said. “We’ll give it another shot tomorrow.”

I turned to him, appreciating the encouraging words.

“Still.” he said, adjusting his position. “I’m still gonna need a spotter to count those.”

“Yeah.” I nodded, without thinking. “I can do that.”

He let out an evil cackle in response, with that smug, hot smirk drawn on his face.

“So, what are we counting? Pushups? Crunches? Stars?”

I remained seated on the floor as Dave stood up, easily towering over me. He looked down to me and I, silly me, realised too late where this was going, even though I should have known.

“Who said anything about pushups and crunches?”

My gassy friend turned around and, simply put, sat full weight on my head as if it was a stool, his very gentle way to force me to lie down, with yet another loud toot thrown into the mix for good measure, one that I could properly smell this time.

The protein shakes are a powerful fuel and the scent reminded me of rotten eggs, which made me cough again as I lied down, letting my bro’s ass crush me.

However, that didn’t happen, not as violently as I expected at least. Dave’s ass was actually hovering only inches from my face; he could easily simply sit on me and let his ass roar but for some reason he didn’t.

“One.” I heard Dave say.

A fart quickly followed, loud, high pitched and wet-ish. I had to close my eyes as I literally felt the rancid gas erupting on my face, the thin grey fabric of Dave’s basketball shorts being the only thing separating me from his raging anus.

After a couple of seconds, the fart ended, and my bro got back up, but he wasn’t done at all. He let me took some breaths of (relatively) fresh air, only to bend his knees again mere moments later.

He was squatting over my face, basically, his ass barely tickling the tip of my nose.

“Two.”

Yet another impressive fart, the stench adding up to what was left of the previous one. Things were already getting too exhausting even for my trained nostrils: this is why I should never leave my room again.

But as much as I could “hate” what was happening, as Dave’s ass roared all over my face, my boner only got harder. My bro is not the hottest man in the world but he is quite hot and having a guy like him blasting me so effortlessly, no strings attached, will never cease to amaze me.

I was definitely enjoying the sound more than the smell however, which made me feel like I was drowning in a sewer.

“What the fuck did you put in that protein shake, man?!”

I managed to ask, my voice being almost nothing compared to the loudness of the fart Dave was still ripping all over me. However, he did hear me, as his ass “bounced” a bit over my nose, a sign that he was laughing like the jerk bully he sometimes can be.

After a total of 12 seconds I was greeted with newfound silence and my bro got up, but before I could do or say anything or, you know, breathe, he squatted again.

“Three.”

Another loud rip, this time shorter, about 4 seconds, but still extremely dangerous stench-wise. Also, those were getting wetter and wetter. The sweat dampening Dave’s asscrack through his grey shorts didn’t help at all and only made the fart wetter and the stench stronger.

My bro’s ass went silent and I quickly asked a simple question.

“How many squats are you planning to do exactly?”

Dave laughed in response, as usual. “You tell me, it’s leg day.”

The second part of his answer was him squatting again on my face, this time making sure to crush my skull. He then made sure to shove down my throat and nostrils another powerful, protein shake-powered blast.

A wet one, a fully wet one, but Dave was a pro, so I knew it was just very nasty gas. Still, a good challenge to test the limits of my already disgusting kink. The blast was so powerful it made droplets of sweat from his ass rain all over my face: whether Dave was sweating because of the squats or the endeavor of pushing such big farts out I shall never know.

What I did know, is that after 9 seconds, Dave got up again, and at this point I couldn’t even remember what pure oxygen tasted like as not only my face, but the entire room was now basically engulfed with gas.

Dave instead, towering over me, proudly took a deep breath, showing off his muscles (which wasn’t a lot, but he definitely looked ripped when compared to me) and then stared down at his victim.

“And you wanted to quit.” he stated.

I couldn’t even come up with a proper comeback because his ass was already in my mouth, hastily erupting yet another fart, one I could actually taste.

He kept squatting on my face, repeatedly, each time ripping a fart, a loud wet rip, each time sweating more and more. My friend was wearing a pair of grey basketballs shorts but all of that sweat made his asscrack completely visible, basically proving he went commando for some reason, which also meant that there was basically nothing between me and the sheer force of Dave’s anus.

My bro farted so many times in my face over the last months I couldn’t even count it, but things rarely got this… filthy.

I got my face soaked wet in sweat which wasn’t even mine, but rather from Dave’s ass, fart-scented and fart-flavoured sweat; kink or not, my limits were being tested here.

And apparently, Dave’s job is completely ignoring such limits.

For his 20th and final squat, he just completely sat on my face, spreading his legs wide, so my nose could easily fit in his sweaty, ripe asscrack. He wiggled his ass as if he was wiping the sweat off of it using my face, and then I felt him push.

Bubbles, that’s how I can describe it. That display of flatulence was as wet and disgusting as you imagine, a mix of gas and sweat engulfing my nose and nostrils, making my entire head shake, so rancid I could smell it without even breathing in.

The fart was so thick I could taste it and my eyes were burning for all that gas.

I feared that Dave’s limit were also being tested here, given how wet that fart was; but no, it was just terrible, terrible air coming out from his sweaty ass.

After almost 20 seconds of torture, I was done.

The sewer comparison I made before was now in full effect: truth to be told, I couldn’t take it anymore, I was drowning, suffocating, and I wanted to get out of there, I needed air, like actual air, oxygen.

Mustering all the strength I have in what passes for “muscles” in my arms, I managed, not without struggle, to actually push Dave’s roaring ass away from my face, which actually surprised him as he tripped over.

I coughed my way to freedom and took deep long breaths. The air in the room was still filthy but it felt like pure fresh air compared to the source, the depths of my friend’s ass who, in the meantime, actually stopped farting. I remained there, lying down, wondering how I could even survive those blasts.

Despite being disgusted, pre-cum leaked from the tip of my hard cock, so I guess this wasn’t beyond my limits after all.

As I kept trying to clean my nostrils by taking more deep breaths, I heard Dave, lying next to me just like before, slow clapping, as if he was some kind of villain of a heist movie being (falsely) impressed by the heroes.

I scolded him with an annoyed glare. “What the fuck are you doing now?”

“Not bad for a first day, huh?” he simply said, with a smirk. “You managed to lift me, that’s impressive.”

“Those were my survival instincts kicking in.” I remarked.

I lied down, exhausted, staring at the ceiling, Dave doing the same. I could once again hear the faint rock music coming from his phone on the desk: good, I was afraid today’s ass-thunders made me deaf.

“I wanna try again tomorrow.” I admitted. “No farts though.” I quickly added.

He laughed. “I’ll see what I can do.”

We remained silent for a few moments, as I tried to ignore the massive boner I still had.

“Look at us.” Dave said. “Covered in sweat, panting. It’s like we just had sex.” he joked.

“You wish.” I replied.

A few more moments of silence, a silence that Dave broke one last time by doing a deft leg-lift to rip a quick, loud, wet toot.

“Told ya it’s leg day.”

The End

#eproctophilia #fart kink #fart story #malefarts #davefarts

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luandti · 2 years

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you guys, I am completely overwhelmed by your kind words and enthusiasm for my crack fic :D also i am sorry about all the (spelling) errors I made in part 1. I typed that at 6am before work

So, here is part 2 (you can find part 1 here)

Sgt. Grey: apparently Smitty put a Bradford name tag on Chens uniform today.

Sgt. Grey: When confronted he told me he was an ordained minister

Aaron: what?

Wesley: he knows that he can’t marry people without their consent, right?

Inmate 6782 joined using this group’s invite link

Inmate 6782: Hey guys, so nice to see you all hard at work! this inappropriate meddling in your co-workers relationship will make it safer out there for all of us. thank you

Sgt. Grey: who is this?

Nolan: Oscar? is that you?

Genny: who is oscar?

Sgt. Grey: Mr. Hutchinson! Are you serious? calling the prison right now!!

Inmate 6782: Ugh Sergeant, don’t be such a kill joy (pun intended) :D

Inmate 6782: Let me in on all the fun! Oscar loves love

Nyla: how did you get in here?

Inmate 6782: I am friends with Smitty on facebook

Sgt. Grey: of course you are

Angela Lopez removed Inmate 6782

Patrice Evers: Dear all, but why is Mr. Hutchinson in prison? Is there hope for him? Yours sincerely, Patrice

Wesley: MOTHER I swear to god!!

Inmate 6782 joined using this group’s invite link

Inmate 6782: Guys, wait. I can help!

Angela Lopez: how?

Nolan: @Angela Lopez you can’t be serious

Inmate 6782: I am a psychopath, right? I could help you using more drastic measures. first suggestion: i kidnap Ofc. Chen and we see what happens?

Celina: I think my psychic warned me about this situation

Bailey: Yeah, I think we should go with the other plan and pretend to set Lucy up with somebody from my work

Angela Lopez removed Inmate 6782

Nyla: anyways.... are there any news about that fake date? @Bailey

Bailey: not yet. this is harder than I thought!

Bailey: apparently even half the fire department knows about Tim and Lucy

Bailey: yesterday, when I asked Sam if he would go on a fake date with lucy, he said to me (and I quote)

Bailey: “do I look like I have a death wish? you know Sgt. Bradford is armed, right?”

Nolan: this is crazy

Celina: they have such a powerful bond. i am not suprised so many people notice.

Aaron: I made a list of all the “secret” looks they gave each other yesterday...

Angela Lopez: everytime Tim calls her chen instead of lucy i die a little inside!

Celina: btw: I know “erotic fanfiction” is banned but I wrote some cute domestic fanfiction last night when I couldn’t sleep... anyone interested?

Wesley: do you guys ever think that maybe we should leave them alone? and that maybe this whole group chat is morally wrong?

Nyla: did you ask yourself that when you asked elijah for help? that it might be “morally wrong”?

Patrice Evers: Dear Son, what is Nyla talking about? Love, your mother

Wesley: Regretting A LOT of decisions right about now1!

Wesley left the group

Angela added Wesley to the group

Angela Lopez: @Wesley stop beeing such a drama queen babe

Nyla: @Angela Lopez you should divorce him tbh

Tamara: guys, focus! we need a new plan

Nyla: we could try the undercover thing again

Nyla: worked the first time?

Nolan: @Sgt. Grey

Sgt. Grey: Just to be clear: you want me, your boss, to send two of my police officers into a fake uc op?

Nyla: pretty much! would be great if it happend sometime within the next 10 days

Tamara: is that when you placed your bet?

Nyla: @Tamara no comment

Genny: we should call it “operation lovebirds” and it is just my idiot brother and lucy wearing fancy clothes and going on dates <3

Nolan: @Genny we don’t really name our operations but the rest sounds actually good

#chenford #chenford fic #this is getting out of hand!!#i am laughing so hard at my own jokes #it is embarassing #thank you all so much for enjoying this

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siriannatan · 2 years

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Spicy Chicken is here again...

I have been possessed. I am sorry.

Inspired by [link] with a very special dedication to @mojo-chojo

Have some Keralis suffering in these trying times.

The life of the royal advisor of King Xisuma is not easy but Keralis would say he's doing great. If only his king didn't vanish whenever the topic of his lack of marriage was raised…

At the moment Keralis spend the last hour running around the castle looking for the said king to get him to meet with foreign dignitaries about trade routes. Keralis wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to delay the audience…

Finally, just as he was about to give up and involve the guards, he saw Xisuma's long, wavy hair peeking over the bushes in the garden.

"Your highness," he huffed glaring at the king. He was leisurely reading a book and drinking tea…. while Keralis ran about panicking something has happened to him. Like his twin brother sending assassins.

Xisuma offered a kind smile to his suffering advisor. "Keralis! You look tired, is everything okay?" he asked.

Keralis sighed. Why must his king be such an airhead? "You're late to the trade meeting with the emissaries from Pixandria and we have to discuss your marriage options, no more delaying," he listed off among other things that required the king's attention.

The king sighed. "Do I need to get married?" he asked but followed Keralis to the throne room.

"Yes. It's just a meeting, for now, to see the candidates, doesn't have to be a foreign princess or a prince but at least a noble…" Keralis grumbled. "But for now trade."

Xisuma grumbled something under his nose. Keralis ignored it, simply glad the king didn't complain anymore. It was progress at the very least.

To Keralis' delight, Xisuma remained calm and dignified through the trade meeting. And the audiences with local guilds. And lords. False and Stress, the royal magician being there probably helped a lot. Then there was the marriage meeting in the king's private office. It would be in the council chamber but Keralis was the only person on Xisuma's council…

"Here are all the suitable candidates we can contact about the possible marriage," Keralis said passing a list of names to the king.

Xisuma looked over it with a very unimpressed expression. "Do I really need to get married? I'm doing just fine at being a king," he pouted at Keralis. Out of the whole court, the royal advisor was the only person king's charm and pretty face didn't work on.

"It's not a matter if you're doing good as a king but of your image," Keralis sighed. He explained this a million times and every other time Xisuma would just delay the whole decision process. And it was always on Keralis to send away anyone interested in the handsome king. "Just pick someone, all you need to do together is to appear in public."

"You said I can pick a local noble, yes?" the king asked with a mysterious smile.

Keralis didn't like that smile but any sort of interest from Xisuma was better than his usual avoidance. "Yes…" he said a bit hesitantly.

"Mhm, and you're a noble? Why can't I just marry you?" the king asked, leaning forward, resting his elbows on the desk separating the two, and his chin on his joined hands. "Keralis?"

The advisor was stunned. He wasn't expecting his own words and status would be used against him. In practice, there was nothing against the king's idea. And Keralis would lie if he didn't feel flattered by it but… "I'm you already your advisor… it's a bit…"

"It's a great idea," Xisuma smiled. "You're already always there wherever I have to go on royal business, and I won't have to worry about what you think about the kingdom," he grinned.

Keralis sighed. The king has already set his mind on the idea, didn't he… And poor Keralis couldn't even say it was inappropriate since Xisuma's great great grandfather did the same thing the king was now proposing. "Are you completely sure? I'll nag you about doing your job even more," he huffed, leaning back.

"You already nag me all the time," Xisuma chuckled. "All that changes is where you sit, you can still be my advisor."

Check and mate. Keralis was out of excuses. "Fine." he sighed in resignation. Now he had a whole damned royal wedding to plan… Among other things, like the king's brother nearly starting a war. And assassins. And a lot of things. He just hoped Xisuma would be of any help. From the amused look, he was getting it was highly doubtful. "No avoiding things or I'm sending False after you," Keralis rolled his eyes and left.

"Keralis… come back!" the king whined but his advisor was unrelenting. He was too busy for whatever Xisuma had in mind.

#spicy chicken au #king!xisuma #fanfiction #hermitcraft #hermitshipping #queen mojo #mojo chojo #my stories #my stuff #royal advisor!keralis

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jokertrap-ran · 2 years

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(光与夜之恋 Light and Night) Osborn’s 5✩ Inspiration: Congealing Azure Light [碧珀凝光] Date Translation (END 2 + 3: Approach)

"Are you taking this chance to whack me?”

*Light and Night Master-list | Osborn’s Personal Masterlist *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *Join the Light & Night Discord (＾▽＾)~ ♪ *This 5✩ Inspiration has 5 Endings!! *Osborn’s tag will be #For Night, For Freedom

✥ Choice: Approach [亲近] ⊹Touch⊹

Where should we start this creative journey of ours…?

⊹ Go to the Art Room⊹

I weighed my options. I had more confidence in drawing, if anything.

MC: How about we go to the art room then?

Osborn: You're the boss.

Under Ah Qiang's lead, we arrived at the art room.

⊹ ˚✩ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ∘◦ ✥ ◦∘ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ✩˚ ⊹

Upon entering, I could see a couple of kids hard at work at the tables.

Going closer, I saw that they were actually making a postcard with nature as a theme. There were life-like trees, stones, rivers… Just like a mini landscape that had been captured onto paper.

MC: How pretty! How did you make this?

Kid: It's called botanical illustration. Here, I'll show you.

Osborn and I watched for a while. Apparently, botanical illustration used natural materials which were then pasted onto the paper to form a new image after all the necessary trimming and prep-work.

MC: Don't you think this is pretty interesting, Osborn?

Osborn: Simple yet full of life. It's pretty good, I'd say

MC: How about we team up and make one together?

MC: I can design the image, and then we can go to the small forest at the back of the mountain to collect the materials we need!

Osborn: Sure.

⊹ ˚✩ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ∘◦ ✥ ◦∘ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ✩˚ ⊹

There was a small but lush forest at the back of the orphanage with a stunning array of plants and fauna. Osborn and I didn't even have to go a complete round around it before we procured everything we needed and more.

MC: Pine branches, setaria and pebbles… Looks like we have everything.

Osborn: Let's head back then.

MC: Okay. Uhh… Where did we come from?

I was still looking around when he suddenly picked me up by the "scruff" of my neck and turned me in the right direction.

I whipped around and was just about to give him a piece of my mind when I noticed something black on his shoulder…

Its translucent wings were covered in thin, but dense black veins and the keratin of its black head glistened under the light...

MC: AH!!!

All the birds in the forest freaked out, taking to the skies in a frantic cacophony of fluttering.

Osborn: What?

MC: Your...You… There's a bug on you…

Osborn: Where?

MC: On your shoulder...

He was unfazed at the revelation, even going so far as to step closer to me.

Osborn: Are you afraid of insects?

I subconsciously retreated a step backwards.

MC: No…

The smile on his face only grew as he advanced another step closer.

Osborn: Then how about you get rid of it for me?

He was clearly trying to provoke me, but seeing the playful smirk on his face made me have the sudden urge to prove him wrong surged up from within.

MC: Sure thing! No problem at all! Now, who's scared of a mere insect!? Let me show you who's boss!

I mustered my courage and reached out towards him with a hand, yet I couldn't help but to shield my eyes with the other...

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⊹ Interactable Areas:

♥ If you tap the right spot ♥

Osborn: Oh? You're surprisingly accurate.

♡ If you tap the wrong spot… ♡

Osborn: Be gentler. Are you taking this chance to whack me?

✖ If you tap lower… ✖

Osborn: Someone's trying to be inappropriate in broad daylight.

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⊹ E2: If you get it ⊹

The moment my finger touched him, I vehemently landed a couple of wild smacks to chase the bug away.

Suddenly, he caught my hand.

MC: Huh?

I was just about to turn back and ask what was up when I heard the buzzing of wings by my ear. I squeezed my eyes shut out of terror.

The buzzing sound that never ceased nor left made goosebumps rise on my skin, but the warmth of his hand managed to ease a little of that nagging discomfort.

I reopened my eyes after a while. There was no longer anything on his shoulder.

MC: Phew… It’s gone now?

Osborn: Yup. A certain someone was causing such a big commotion that I had to personally send it away.

I froze.

Doesn't that mean that I didn't manage to get rid of it? Then, which part of him was I touching earlier!?

MC: I didn't do it on purpose!!

Osborn: it doesn't matter even if you were. There's no need for you to be so nervous.

Osborn: You're clearly terrified of it, so why are you pretending to be strong?

MC: Hmph! Because I was afraid you'd laugh at me!

Osborn: Who? Certainly not me.

I wanted to refute him and call his bluff, but it wasn't like there was any evidence of what had been done. My face flushed as I withdrew my hand that had been in his grip, hung my head, turned around, and walked out of the forest.

I heard the crunching of leaves coming from behind. Osborn was following me.

Osborn: I know you’re not all that brave of a person, but I never thought that you’d be afraid of an insect.

Osborn: The bug was probably scared shitless at the dolphin-like cry you made.

MC: Look, you’re laughing at me!

Osborn: Why are you so upset about it? Looks like I’ll have to refrain from bullying you too much next time.

Osborn: I’m actually saying that you’re cute.

I was stunned, and my face felt like it was getting warmer. Osborn came up to my side, bending down to my eye level with a smile.

Osborn: You can be as cowardly as you want when you’re with me.

MC: ...You said it, not me.

Osborn: Mmhm. And I meant what I said.

Sunlight shone through the gap between the leaves, dancing upon his hair and eyes, bringing warmth to both my heart and vision alike.

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⊹ E3: If you don’t get it ⊹

I accidentally touched him elsewhere and quickly withdrew my hand in a rather awkward manner.

Osborn froze, smiling rather helplessly at that.

Osborn: Nevermind, I'll stop teasing you.

Osborn: Stand back.

After stepping a distance away, he offhandedly flicked away whatever had been on his shoulder. The insect swiftly made its escape, flying away.

However, the trajectory of the flying insect was very off. It suddenly flew low, brushing directly across the crown of my head, scaring me badly enough that I'd instantly jerked my head back on instinct.

Osborn: It landed on your head.

I wildly shook my head from side to side.

MC: Where is it now!?

I never thought that Osborn would be laughing to heaven and back from that. He even whipped out his phone and snapped a shot of me.

Osborn: It flew off.

I ran my hand through my messy hair to finger-comb it. Then, I spotted Osborn's impish smirk. That was when the realization of what I did dawned on me. I was so embarrassed I wanted the ground to swallow me whole.

MC: ...Did you just bluff me? Osborn! Just you wait—!!

I'd accidentally let him discover another one of my weaknesses. Now, I regretted everything. Oh, how I regretted it…

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The day passed in a jiffy, and soon it was time for us to leave.

All the kids were unwilling to see us go, walking us towards the entrance of the orphanage.

Many of them gave us gifts which we couldn't refuse, so our arms were stuffed with many little trinkets; so much that I don't think we could hold another even if we tried.

Xiaoqiu: Don't worry about it! You're both the best, bestest, bested, people in the world!

Xiaodie: You must come back to visit us again!

MC: Okay, promise!

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Osborn and I walked shoulder-to-shoulder with each other after leaving the orphanage, looking at the multitude of items we each had in our arms as we walked.

Handicrafts and artworks weren't all we got either. There were also home-grown vegetables and fruits, home-made fruit wine, and the like mixed into the array of items… They were all such simple things, yet filled with the children's goodwill. It greatly warmed my heart.

MC: Oh, they even made popsicles!

I excitedly opened the package and held the popsicle up.

MC: How nostalgic… I suddenly recall my childhood. I was raised in a strict household, so I never really had the chance to eat things like this.

Osborn: So you've never eaten a popsicle before as a kid?

MC: Of course I have! They might prohibit me from eating it as much as they want, but that still wouldn't stop me from sneakily doing it!

MC: I used to bliss out whenever I got a chance to eat a popsicle back then.

MC: I always wanted the happiness to last a little longer, so I'd make sure to eat it slowly...

MC: But in the end, the parts that I never managed to get to in time would melt...

MC: Huh, now that I think of it… maybe happiness is short-lived so that people can treasure it more.

Osborn: A popsicle is all that it takes to make you happy? Looks like your happiness isn't exactly all that expensive nor hard to fulfil.

MC: That's just how happiness is to kids!

MC: Maybe the kids back at the orphanage wanted to share this joy with us, so that's why they ma—

I was too caught up in trying to explain myself when I felt something cold slide down the back of my hand.

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Looking down, I saw that the popsicle in my hand had melted into a deformed lump, the liquid trickling down my hand at an undeniable speed.

MC: !!!!

I panicked and was about to eat the rest of it in a single bite, but I was still much too slow. The entire popsicle fell to the ground with a splat, creating a dark watermark in its wake.

The sudden turn of events left us both stunned speechless for a while.

MC: AHHH! My last bite!

MC: Aw, the joy on a stick that the kids gave me has all gone to waste now! Damn… I should have been quicker with eating it...

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I slowly knelt down, looking regretfully at the popsicle on the ground that had yet to completely melt.

Osborn joined me, pulling out a handkerchief to clean the mess on my hand before patting me reassuringly on the head.

Osborn: It's not a complete loss.

Osborn: This popsicle has already melted into your heart the moment you accepted this token of appreciation from the kids.

Osborn: You can come here again for another share of happiness with the kids. I'll even come with you.

It was then that I realized, much to my surprise, that the melted pool of what had been my popsicle had actually formed a heart on the pavement, under the golden light of the sunlight.

MC: Whoa, looks like it's true!

Osborn: And when have I ever lied to you?

His smile was brighter than the setting sun, wiping out the last remnants of regret that lingered in the depths of my heart.

He hadn't eaten the popsicle, yet I found every breath of his sweet.

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✥ Choose your Ending:

END 1 | Choice: Do Nothing [都不做]

END 2 + 3 | Choice: Approach [亲近] ⊹Touch⊹

END 4 | Choice: Listen [倾听] ❖ASMR

END 5 | Choice: Heart-throb [心动] ★Night★

❖☆————— ⊹ For Night, For Freedom⊹ —————★❖

Previous Part: Prologue

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werewolfbansheelove · 5 months

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1X05 - The Rhodes Not Taken (P2)

SCENE 16 : Corridor - Kurt and Emma

Ring - Kurt, drunk, arrived at his locker. Then Emma perceives and feels the smell of alcohol. She approaches him.

Emma : Kurt? Hi.

Kurt's face turns pale and wan.

Emma : Kurt. I'm a girl who knows her solvents, and your breath smells like rubbing alcohol.

Kurt approximating it from getting worse.

Kurt : Oh, Bambi. I cried so hard when those hunters sh*t your mommy.

Kurt vomiting on the shoes of Emma.

Emma : Oh! ....

SCENE 17 : Rest Room - Will and Emma

Emma, petrified into the room and joined Will seated.

Will : Hey, Em. Just trying to figure out the set list for Saturday.

Emma : I just got back from the emergency room. Had them give me four decontamination showers. I think they call that "the full Silkwood."

Will : What happened?

Emma : Kurt was drunk and he ralphed on me. Not really fessing up to how he got the booze just yet, but I'm pretty sure it's not a fake ID, because he looks like an 11-year-old milkmaid. Will, I think it was April. Her backpack's always clinking with empties.

Will : I'm so sorry. I....I will, I'll talk to him.

Emma : Okay.

Will : Mm... (Sighing)

Emma sat down.

Emma : I'm, um, I'm a little bit worried about the glee club.

Will : So am I. I mean... (sighs) if we don't place at regionals, it...it's all over.

Emma : We have obligations as teachers, Will, to give kids opportunities for growth and enrichment. With April in Glee, you're taking away a kid's chance to grow, and you're giving it to someone whose brain is soaked in corn booze.

Will : April's not finished, Emma. And if Glee's gonna win, I need to give her a second chance. She is a talented performer and I really think that the kids are going to learn a lot of valuable technique from her.

Emma : Okay. But I think you need to think about... why you're doing this and what you're willing to sacrifice to get it.

Emma went away leaving Will meditate on these words.

SCENE 18 : Repetition Hall's - Sandy and Rachel

Sandy, angry typing stick to Rachel again.

Sandy : (Screaming)... You...suck!

SCENE 19 : WC - Rachel and April

Rachel weeping face in the mirror when between April.

April : Oh... Rough day at the office, cookie?

Rachel : I've just got a lot on my plate. It's not easy being in the spotlight.

April : Mm... (Now disguised)

Rachel : It's the difficult road I've chosen.

April : Yeah. I know that song, sister. Um, do you have any NyQuil? I could use a little pick-me-up.

Rachel, frightened, shaking his head.

April : No. These high school boys are a lot hotter than they used to be. That Finn Hudson is one cutie pie I gots my eye on.

Rachel : Finn's taken, April.

April : Yeah, well, some guys like a little somethin'...somethin' on the side.

Rachel : I think your behavior is totally inappropriate and your presence in this school is a complete travesty. What you choose to do with your life is your own business, but don't go around screwing up everyone else's.

April : I'm not afraid of you, sweetie. There was a time when I was the biggest star around here. And now that I've got that back... I'm never letting it go.

April goes off leaving Rachel alone.

SCENE 20 : Bowling - Rachel, Finn, Will and April

Rachel face the balls, hesitantly, speaks with Finn.

Rachel : Do I have to put my fingers in the holes? Couldn't there be diseases in there or something?

Finn : Oh, no. Ball sharing's all part of the fun.

Finn taking a pink ball and handing her the ball.

Finn : ... Here, use the pink one. Pink's your favorite color, right?

Rachel, smiling, takes it.

Rachel : Now what?

Finn : Follow my lead.

Rachel and Finn settling face bowling. Finn behind her, placing his arms.

Finn : Okay, so... Just look at the pins. Nice and straight.

Rachel, helped by Finn, throwing the ball that lands in the reserve. Finn laughs.

Finn : You sure this is your first time?

Finn carting but she smiled. For their part, April plays and scores a strike against Will enthusiastic.

Will : Oh, ho....ho! April!

April : Woo-hoo!

Will : You see what you can accomplis when you're sober?

April : Sober? I'm rolling on a fistful of horse tranquilizers. I can't feel my lips. (laughing) Oh, you know... I think I'm going to keep these shoes. ( Drinking)

Will more and more exasperated.

Will : April... I brought you here because I need to talk to you.

April : Okay.

Will : I'm concerned that you're a bad influence on the glee club. I can't have you around if you're going to continue to encourage them to make bad choices.

April, surprisingly, is silent for a moment.

April : .... Well, you're right, Will. As of right now, I'm back on the wagon.

April, giving him his glass.

Will : Really? That's great.

Both laugh.

Will : I have to tell you something. I was in awe of you in high school. I mean, of all the roads I never traveled in my life, the one I regret the most was never... getting the chance to sing with you.

April : Really?

Will : Yeah. I mean, that's how you get better, you know? Singing with people who are better than you.

April : You really thought that much of me?

Will : April .... You are the reason I joined Glee Club.

April : No....(Embarassed) ... So, your dream was always to sing with me, huh?

Will : Yeah.

April : Well, then, come on.

Will : What?

April : Come on!

April involving Will karaoke bowling. She handing him a microphone

Barry : Hey, April, karaoke's on Wednesdays....tonight's bingo.

April : Shut your gravy hole, Barry.

Will (Micro) : Hey, guys, uh, happy gambling. Here we go.

Will and April - Song : Alone

On stage at karaoke, Will and April singing a duet with an audience very satisfied and reluctant to as.

April : Thank you!

Will takes it in the arm with an audience who applauded warmly. While on their side, Rachel and Finn are at the table eating a pizza.

Rachel : This is really good pizza.

Finn : Mm... Yeah. I think they import the pepperoni from, like, Michigan or something.

Rachel : How's Glee?

Finn : Oh, well, everybody misses you.

Rachel : They miss my talent.

Finn : No, no. We're your friends. We just miss having you around.

Rachel : I love Glee, I just... don't see the point in wasting my énergies on someplace that I'm not appreciated.

Finn : I appreciate you.

Finn rising sharply and handing him a ball.

Finn : It's your last ball.

Rachel rising in turn to join him.

Finn : Just like the first time, but better.

Rachel, ready, kiss the ball and throws it. She managed a strike.

Rachel : Ah! ...

Rachel was ecstatic, jumping around in the arms of which Finn. Suddenly, she kisses him.

Finn : Come back to Glee.

Rachel : What about Quinn?

Finn : I don't know what's going to happen in the future. I just know that I want to spend more time with you now.

Rachel : I'll....I'll have to quit the play. I'll do it!

Finn, surprised, takes her in his arms.

SCENE 21 : Repetition Hall's - Cast

The cast talking in a corner all cases Quinn.

Tina : She is strange.

Kurt : Maybe Quinn is lactose intolerant.

Artie : That doesn't explain all the crying.

Tina : Maybe she just doesn't like the group.

Puck, annoyed, listen away.

Puck : Are you all that stupid? Seriously? I bet you thought Bert and Ernie were just roommates. Maybe Quinn's got one in the oven.

Everyone is shocked.

Mercedes : Who's the baby's daddy?

Puck : Who do you think? Finn.

Rachel, happy at that moment between.

Rachel : Yes, you've heard right....I am returning to Glee Club. In lieu of flowers, please send all donations to a socially conscious charity of your choice.

Mercedes ( Whispering) : This is a hot damn mess.

Santana ( Whispering) : Oh! My God!

Rachel : Uh, I'm sorry; I thought I'd be welcomed back with a tad more enthusiasm.

Kurt : Sorry, Glee Club has just been rocked with its first scandal.

Mercedes : Quinn's knocked up.

Kurt : And the baby daddy? Finn.

Rachel, completely stunned, feels wrong.

SCENE 22 : Emma Office's - Finn and Emma

Finn, happy, hands over files to Emma.

Finn : I just wanted to drop off the application for that scholarship you were telling me about. I got Rachel to come back to Glee, so, I figure we have a real sh*t at it.

Emma : I'm so proud of you. See what you can accomplis when you set your mind to it?

SCENE 23 : Corridor - Rachel, Finn and Sue

Finn, happy, Rachel crosses, pissed.

Rachel : Finn.

Rachel slaps him.

Rachel : You're a liar. Why didn't you tell me Quinn was pregnant?

Finn : Who told you?

Rachel : Everyone knows but me. I'm the only fool who went out with you and let you kiss me, thinking you actually had feelings for me.

Finn : But I....I do. Look, yeah, I haven't been totally honest with you, but that's different than lying.

Rachel : Mm... (Sighing)

Finn : Well, maybe it's not that much different, but... but look, I need to get a music scholarship, so I can go to college, so I can get a good job, so I can take care of my kid and I can't do that if you don't come back to Glee Club. You should take it as a compliment.

Rachel : You could have just been honest with me.

Finn : ... Look, I know what I did was wrong. I get that, but... that kiss was real.

Rachel : Whatever it was, it ruined any chance of me ever coming back to Glee. I hope you have fun playing house with Quinn while you languish in your little ensemble, but my dreams are bigger than that and they're bigger than you.

Rachel goes to find Sue.

Rachel : Miss Sylvester. We need to talk. If you'd like to to return to the musical, changes need to be made.

Sue : Well, Rachel, I couldn't agree with you more. You know, when I heard Sandy wanted to write himself into a scene as Queen Cleopatra, I was aroused, then furious. I hereby grant you complete artistic control. Congratulations, kiddo.

Rachel smiled and Sue.

Sue : ... You now have everything you could possibly want. Isn't it a great feeling?

Sue goes off leaving Rachel perplexed.

SCENE 24 : Repetition Hall's - Cast, Will, April and Emma

The cast repeating piano.

Cast : Mia.... Mia....Mia .... Mia .... Mia...........Mia....Mia.... Mia.... Mia....Mia....

Will interrupts.

Will : The house is packed... you guys are going to kick butt tonight. Your first performance in front of a real audience. I can't wait. You guys are going to love it.

The cast smiled at Will.

Will : Where...Where's April?

April arriving drunk.

April : Yee-haw! (laughing) Right on cue, as usual. Hey, roller-boy. Handsome. Oh, I like that color. Have you been working on the, uh, moves we talked... You've got something right there, on your...

April embracing Puck. Will it back up.

April : Uh, oh... Honk! There's my boy.

Will : Are you drunk? You promised me you'd sober up for this.

April : When? Last night? Well, I was drunk. You can't hold me to that.

Emma enter.

Emma : Hum! Hum! Will.

April : Hit it, knuckles. You... You....You...You...You...

Will and Emma out for a moment in the corridor to talk.

Emma : April Rhodes almost ran me over in the parking lot just now, Will. You can't let her go on in her condition.

Will : There is an auditorium full of people waiting to see us perform and if she doesn't go on, none of the kids can.

Emma : Wow. It's really great how committed you are to these kids.

Emma goes against Will, exasperated.

SCENE 25 : Auditorium - Figgins, le Cast and April

Figgins front of the room talking.

Figgins (Micro) : Now, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome McKinley High School's New Directions.

The audience applauds the stage door.

April et le Cast - Song : Last Name

Despite the fact that April is drunk on stage, the cast performs a fine performance in front of a captivated audience.

SCENE 26 : Corridor - Will and April

Will, waiting in front of the girls' bathroom, so that April stops vomiting. Moments later, April leaves the toilet but Will intercepts.

April : Mm... Mm...

Will : I need to talk to you.

April : Sorry. Baby had to tinkle. Come on. Act two.

Will : No, I can't let you go back out there. You broke a promise.

April : ... You're right. It's a great moment for me, but it didn't feel right. I don't belong up there. But everybody desserves their moment in the spotlight, you know, to shine? Oh, I got that standing ovation, Will. And it felt amazing. Like every bad decision I'd ever made just went away. I was back in the game. But then I look over and I see these sweet faces of these kids and I think... "I'm hogging their sunshine. It's their turn now, not yours."

Will nodded.

April : ... They're so Lucky to have you, Will, because you won't let what happened to me ever happen to any of them.

Will : So, where you gonna go?

April : Well, um... I'm going to straighten up. Maybe try to find a new dream. You know, I always loved the Broadway.

Will : The Broadway.

Both laugh.

April : Do you think there's a part out there for a washed-up has-been like me?

Will : April, you are not washed-up. And hey, there's always Branson.

April : Will ... Will ... Will ...

April gives him a kiss on the cheek, happy when he takes her in his arms.

Will : Thank you.

April : Oh... (wry laugh) No, no, no. Thank you.

April away from him.

April : Branson, eh?

Will, happy, observed without going.

SCENE 27 : Wings - Cast and Will

All the cast dressed for the second half when Will enters. Artie falls on him.

Artie : They loved us! We're a hit.

Tina : Wh...Wh...Where's April?

Kurt : You were right, Mr Shue. She'd m*ssacre Mariah in a diva-off.

Will : April is amazing. But she's not in the glee club anymore.

Everyone is surprised.

Will : It... I, uh... I screwed up bringing her here. It was about me and Glee Club is supposed to be about you guys. You don't need her to be great.

Mercedes : But we need her for the second act.

Will : I'll just have to go out there and tell them we had to cut the show short.

Everyone is disappointed.

Will : Hey, guys. You were great. Don't worry.

Rachel enters at that moment.

Will : There will be other performances.

Rachel : Excuse me? I think I might have a solution. In show business, when a star can't perform, her understudy steps in. I'd be happy to go in for April, if you'd let me.

Mercedes : Since when are you willing to be an understudy?

Rachel : Since I quit the play.

Kurt : Really? Why?

Rachel : I realized being a star didn't make me feel as special as being your friend. If I'd let you down when you needed me the most, I'd never forgive myself. I know all the words to the song.

Quinn : You don't know the choreography.

Santana approving.

Finn : Then we're going to have to give her a lot of help out there.

Finn smiling to Rachel.

Will : Go get in your costume.

SCENE 28 : Auditorium - Cast and Will

Will joining Emma next to her seat.

Will : Excuse-me!

Emma, concerned when the cast joins the scene.

Cast - Song : Somebody to love

The entire New directions a hit on stage in front of an appreciative audience and won that Emma is very excited.

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uchu-diary · 11 months

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Finally, I am 21 years old. I can finally move out of my parents home at least that’s what I thought. It turns out that I need Social Security an order for me to go in the Pacific apartment but for some reason, they thought I am faking my disability I really am not yet. This is happening. I was planning on moving out during the summer but that never happened. I guess I’m stuck with my parents for a while until things get situated. But ever since BloodyYandere6667 block to me for three years, I no longer see her as a big sister nor as a friend anymore, now I see her either as my boss or my enemy I already got one at school who is once my friends now an enemy I don’t need another one. It hurts me to say the least. Me and her had not been talking to each other for over three years and you know what I’m done with her if she wants to go talk to me she might as well talk to a wall because I’m not there anymore She says that she thought of me as a friend, but in reality, she thought of me as a thief, and a piece of liar. I might as well make a list of what I’ve done to see if this is true.

1. I was planning on doing an ask blog for Just A Normal (Killer) Doll. False: it means I’m stealing the character. True: no, this is not true I think she completely forgotten about Yami Rabbit since she was doing her characters on her own ask blog on her tumblr but she never pacifically, said about Yami Rabbit so I was planning to actually do an ask blog for Yami Rabbit.

2. I’ve asked her if she wants to go on my live stream on YouTube, and she said no. False: she thinks that me reading Just A Normal (Killer) Doll is violating her privileges. True: I was only asking her for my live stream; if she said yes, we would’ve done a Q&A not about her self but about the story. Plus I have respected her when she said no I only asked her if she can join and I respected her when she said no so instead I use this live stream to read her story since I completely forgot where I stopped when I was reading it and parts so this one was a lot easier and plus she did say to do whatever makes me feel comfortable I have proof of this, including my pinky promised on crediting her for her story.

3. In my “introduced the artist” I said that I hate myself. This is somewhat true, but not in the way she thought it was it’s not because of being fat and all that sort of thing I still love myself for that, but I hated myself from the past that I didn’t stand up for myself against my aunt if I were to just tell my mom, how horrible my aunt was if my aunt didn’t threaten me, my aunt was a abusive person back then and I couldn’t actually say to myself it’s also the same with my love life I had three boyfriends one of them want to do inappropriate things, and want us to be a thing, even though we’re still elementary schoolers, the second was very manipulated and very clinging to me, and I couldn’t fight him but in the end, he got what he deserved without me, fighting him and the third one let’s just say he was more let’s just say touching my thighs even though I tell him to stop not me that he had cheated me multiple times, even after I moved to Thermopolis in the end we no longer a thing. And they all lead up to my past to even now right now I am even seen a shadow of my past, and I am no longer wanting to see it anymore

4. I said that she is like an older sister to me. This one I believe, had been the last straw for her, and she had to tell me that we’re not blood related, and that, even though we have autism we’re two different people. She had forgotten that in Hawaii. Everyone is called a sister or a brother as a form of respect after all “Ohana means family and family means no one gets left behind or forgotten” said by Lilo and Nani from Lilo and stitch. And even though she said that she may be younger, I have guessed, because in fact, she has been here on the Internet longer than me, and even though she never gives her age, I have a friend, who has the same birthday as she does and my friend is older than me.

Sure she has proven some of it, but if she would allow me to explain instead of making a rational decisions we would’ve have gone along but then again, if she hadn’t blocked me, I wouldn’t have my friends by my side so even if I were to make a new account for Tumblr because I am thinking about it I don’t think I would be talking to her show how to make that decision all by herself. But her therapy was wrong. About one thing it is OK to let go of friends, but it is OK to remember those days and maybe one day you may actually meet them again that is some thing I wish she learned about it. And to be honest, I’m happy to having the friends that I have now.

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darlingpumpkin · 2 years

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Strange Magic Chapter 2: No Questions Asked

Thank you for sticking with me, and here's Chapter 2! I hope you like it. Feel free to leave a comment to join my tag list! So so grateful for all the kind words and the support you've all given me. Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated 💓

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Warnings: None!

Intro: Reader is Wong's assistant librarian with a long-standing crush on the doctor. Stephen is currently Sorcerer Supreme. Stephen has a theory to prove. (Read Chapter 1 here!)

"You've tried that already." You retort, trying hard not to feel your chest flutter. This is a lot of attention from the Sorcerer Supreme. You swear you feel your head growing bigger by the minute.

"New York is much too busy, much too loud, and much too angry."

Your attention is drawn to his fingers around your wrist. They gripped you rather loosely, and if you wanted to, you could easily snatch your hand away, but you allow him to touch you, just a little bit longer.

It's amazing how close he is. You take all of him in—the way he's breathing, the heat of his fingertips, and the way his lips curl slightly downwards in a frown.

Now his scars, looking at them pained you. They were long, dark, straight cuts from his nail beds that traveled down to the backs of his hands like an intricate web. He must have sustained pretty terrible injuries, and you wince at the thought of how much pain he had to go through.

Strange traces your gaze to his fingers, and he withdraws them from your wrist promptly. God, he must think you’re disgusted by him. “I-I’m sorry for staring.”

The tension in the air is palpable, and you notice Strange shuffle, feeling displaced in your little room. There isn’t much here other than a bed with a chest of your belongings at the foot of it and a chair that you use to hang your robes on.

He towers over you by a good foot, and your height difference is more apparent now that there’s barely any space for either of you to move around.

“No, I…”, you stammer, searching for the right words. It’s too late now, though. You both knew you were staring at his hands, but you had completely different thoughts than he assumed.

“I’m the one who should be sorry.” He says, breaking the silence. He holds up his trembling hands against the light and gives you a shy smile. “They’re not much to look at now, but they’ve served me well, both as a surgeon and as a Master of the Mystic Arts.”

You’re overcome by the need to stop his self-deprecating. This time, you reach up to grab his hands and hold them in yours, surprising both him and you.

“These hands have saved our reality. And they will again because that is your duty as Sorcerer Supreme.” You state matter-of-factly.

His lower jaw is slack at your boldness, but his eyes soften at your kind words.

“Um, thanks.” He responds, a little dazed. You let his hands go, and you almost miss it, but you notice him look at his palms before he closes them into fists and drops them to his side.

“I’d like for us to have a proper discussion before you completely swear off my offer.” He subtly gestures to your room. “I’d rather we do it in my office, though. It’s inappropriate for me to even be in your quarters, don’t you think?”

If only he knew how many nights you wished he would knock on your door and ask to be let in. You would have unlocked it in a heartbeat. You would have pulled him in and given him anything he wanted.

“Sure.” You respond. You tell yourself you’re curious about what he has to offer, but you know deep down that you just want to prolong this interaction with him. You clock yourself mentally.

You had done amazing work trying to avoid him and keeping him out of your active thoughts, and you’re about to undo all of your efforts just to speak to him a little longer?

He manifests a portal, and through it, you see the New York Sanctum Sanctorum’s study, which Strange had taken over and claimed as his own.

“Before you go, will you tell me your name? I want to remember it.”

Your heart really does skip a beat this time. It’s the way he says it, with such intention and gravitas that you find your blood running hot. He wants to know your name. Your silly little name.

“It’s Fara.” You respond, almost in a whisper.

“Fara…” Strange repeats. You watch his mouth form your name, the way his tongue curls around your ‘R’ sends shivers up your spine.

“Well, ladies first.” Strange holds out a hand towards the portal.

Against your better judgment, you step through and feel a slight change in temperature. It’s colder here, and you’re not dressed for it. The hairs on your arms stand up, and goosebumps decorate the surface of your skin.

After a quick scan of your surroundings, you note how nothing in this study screams Strange, apart from the half-read books on the coffee table and an open Surface tablet on a grand, dark wooden desk. He has such a big personality, so you assumed that his living spaces would also reflect it.

“Welcome to my office.”

Strange had stepped through the portal himself and saunters past you to sit down on an overbearingly large cognac armchair.

“Come sit.” He says in a tone that almost sounds like a command. Your spine tingles, but you ignore it and take a seat across from him.

As soon as you’re settled, a warm teacup instantly appears in your hand. A flame ignites in the limestone-rimmed fireplace with a flick of his wrist.

“Comfy?” He asks.

You nod. Your comfort matters to him?

“Good,” he says with a shit-eating grin and a wink.

As soon as he says this, you hear the door to the study fly open, resulting in a gust of wind strong enough to almost put out the fire.

“What’s so important that you had to text me to come immediately?” A gruff voice booms from behind you. “I’m busy. You can’t just summon me whenever it pleases you, Strange.”

You don’t need to turn around to know who it is. You shoot the man across you an incredulous look. It seems that Stephen Strange has tricked you into a sticky situation that was impossible for you to talk your way out of. You grip your cup with such force you end up cracking it.

“I think it’s you who’ll be pleased this time around.” Strange responds, a glint in his eye.

“Fara, would you like to say hi?”

Backed into a corner, you place the cup on the coffee table in front of you and stand up to face Wong. “Hi.”

“Fara, what are you doing here?”

Strange wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer so that your shoulder fits nicely into the crook of his armpit. “I’ve asked her to come help sort out our books.”

“And you agreed to this?” Wong asks. You think it could be your imagination, but he does sound a little hopeful, despite his disbelief. He’s been kind to you, and even though you wanted to distance yourself from Strange, you also couldn’t resist trying to please Wong.

As you open your mouth to respond, Strange answers for you. “She drives a hard bargain, but I promised her one-on-one training while she’s here. With all the bells and whistles she wants.”

He glances at you, searching your shocked face for approval.

One-on-one training? Hold on. That’s the opposite of what you wanted. All you ever hoped for was peace and quiet at Kamar-Taj, the comfort of your books, and Stephen Strange as far away from you as possible.

You had trouble even focusing on training when he was a trainee alongside you, and now he’s to be your instructor? You don’t know how you could have let him seduce you with a conversation. A conversation! How easy was it to manipulate you to fall into the middle of his devious schemes?

Although… it couldn’t hurt to be around him a bit more, right? You pinch the inside of your arm. If your girlfriends at Kamar-Taj knew what you were thinking, they would portal you straight to Alaska and leave you there without your Sling Ring. After all, they were the ones who set you straight when they got sick of you going on and on about the Sorcerer Supreme.

Wong cocks his head to the side in apparent confusion. He knew you had no desire to be the best Sorcerer out there. All you wanted was solace from the complexities of modern society.

“Personal training? What for?”

“Spells and incantations!” Strange responds, too quickly. An obvious lie. You’re sure Wong could tell straight away. “And it’s perfect since I’ve misplaced a few spell tomes. With Fara’s help, seeking them out should be no problem.”

“Just go along with it, and we can discuss the fine print later.” He adds under his breath, only loud enough for you to hear.

Not wanting to get on anyone’s bad side at this point, you smile at Wong and give him an excited nod. “Isn’t that great? I get to see you both more often.”

“What about the Kamar-Taj library?” Wong presses.

“I’ve got that taken care of.” Stephen lets go of you and takes a step towards Wong. “Don’t worry about it! Why don’t you go show her around instead?”

Wong had shown you the library after that terrible conversation. It seems he doesn’t trust Strange at all, and he knew there was some underlying reason for your presence here. You had done your best to reassure him that, no, you were here simply because you wanted to help.

He had taken your hand in his, your heart thumping against your rib cage as he did so, and looked you straight in the eye. “If he does anything remotely fishy or if he makes you uncomfortable, come see me.”

You feel weak from all of the lying, and all you really wanted was to lie down and be done with today. You were given new quarters, much larger than your old one. The guest room has a queen bed with a sinfully soft comforter and three more pillows than you’re used to, an actual closet, and your own modest en suite. Strange had your belongings transferred into your new room, and you busied yourself with putting them away.

The bathroom situation in Kamar-Taj was not ideal. It housed a few hundred people, and you had to be mindful about how long your showers were. Here, you had your own bath and a separate shower. You almost feel spoiled. You couldn’t remember the last time you soaked in a tub. How you loved having warm water caress your skin while you listened to music.

“Knock knock.” Strange says, his head poking through your door. Your robe is hanging over your shoulders, newly undone. Thankfully your back was to him, and it gave you time to pull the sides of it together.

“So you’re one of those people.”

He looks at you, confused. “Those people?”

You turn to face him. “Yes. The ones that say ‘knock knock’ instead of actually knocking. It’s a violation of privacy.”

Noticing your belt hanging loosely at your sides instead of fastened around your waist, Strange blushes instantly. “Oh god, sorry!”

He slams the door shut.

What was that about? You make your way across the room and yank the heavy wooden door open. Regret instantly fills you as Strange falls backward and hits his head on the floor with a loud thud.

He groans in pain and rights himself with some difficulty. “Why am I starting to get the feeling that you don’t like me?”

That couldn’t be further from the truth. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You extend a hand to help him up, but he’s yanked up by the Cloak of Levitation before he could even take your hand. “I got it, I got it! Geez.” He complains.

“Fascinating.” You remark, craning your head to get a better look at the collar of it. A corner of the red fabric reaches up and pats you rather gruffly on the head as if it’s saying, “Back away, lady!”

“Hey now. She’s a friend. We don’t touch friends like that.” Strange chastises it.

“This is Cloak. Cloak, this is Fara.”

The same corner shakes your hand excitedly. It’s… soft. Velvety. Well. You don’t see that every day.

“Whoah, hey. Nice to meet you too.” Its excitement is contagious, and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“I was just coming to check up on you,” Strange says, pushing the door shut— a rather intimate gesture that elevates your pulse, “…and maybe we can discuss that fine print I mentioned earlier.”

“Right.” You respond, not sure where this conversation is going.

He takes a seat at the foot of your bed, hands clasped together on top of his legs.

“I’m hoping you’ll stay here for as long as it takes for Wong to be satisfied with the state of this Sanctum Sanctorum.

“You can do the work, but you don’t have to. But I assume the faster you bring things up to his standards, the faster I can be out of your hair, and you can go back to your quiet little situation in Kamar-Taj.”

You nod, taking his words in.

“Of course, you’re free to stay if you grow comfortable here.”

“About that training-“ You begin to ask, but he cuts you off.

“Yes, about that training, I think it would be a great idea if we actually pursued that. It would get Wong off my back and give some legitimacy to our arrangement.”

“I’m not sure if I need it-“

“And I think it would greatly benefit both of us. I can test my theory, and you receive firsthand knowledge from the Sorcerer Supreme himself!” He states proudly, electric blue eyes glistening with mischievous excitement.

“Th-theory?”

He looks at you plainly. “Yes. From our conversation in the library. Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten.”

“Of course, I haven’t. Because you’re so clearly wrong about that whole situation.” You can feel yourself getting worked up.

“I’m never wrong, Fara. The sooner you come to accept that, the easier your time here will be.”

How does one even respond to that? You wonder how he got to the point of being comfortable with being so cocky. You hate how it made him even more attractive to you.

“Would you like to make things interesting?” He asks. You know better than to entertain this question, but it’s too late. He’s tickled your brain. What a tempting offer. The ball’s in your court, and what could it hurt anyway? There’s a fifty percent chance of you being right, and even better, a fifty percent chance of Strange being wrong.

And he needed to be proved wrong. It would do him good to be knocked down a few pegs. Maybe then you’ll lose respect for him, and this excruciating crush will finally go away.

“Tell me more.”

“Well, if I win and I prove Wong is in love with you, you’re to be here every time he’s here. To get him off my back.”

“And if I win?” You ask, throat dry.

“You get a favor from me.” He responds, looking at you intensely. “No questions asked.”

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Rent An Oppa ~ HHJ [Request]

WORD COUNT: 4.5K

PAIRING: Hyunjin x Reader

GENRE: non idol AU, strangers to lovers, rent an oppa, fluffy, a little angst but nothing too major, pining for one another, first kiss,

A/N: I made this one a fluffy one without smut hunny, I hope that this is okay hunny

Moving to South Korea was one of the best decisions you'd ever made. It had been your dream for years to move somewhere that wasn’t where you were from. You’d finally made it happen, you were here. Sitting in your new apartment staring out at all of the sights that you could see. The apartment you’d gotten was a loft apartment which was something you’d never thought of having before, but it was perfect. The ground floor was open plan, besides the bathroom of course and you had large floor to ceiling windows that looked out at the city of Seoul. Your bedroom was just up a flight of stairs and it looked out at the ground floor, it was unbelievably perfect for your first home in Seoul. There was only one thing wrong with everything and that was that you didn’t know your way around. Sure there were maps and people you could ask for help but you wanted a tour guide.

You’d seen an app being advertised on your plane ride over which you were tempted to use. “Rent an Oppa.” It sounded like it was straight out of a K-Drama but it was real and monitored wonderfully. Everyone had a screening test, background test and everything is done before they were allowed to become an “Oppa” for the app.

“Let’s see what this is then,” You mumbled to yourself as you sat down on your sofa, pulling your knees up to your chest as you began to scroll through the app. Everyone had profiles set up with verification photos to prove that they were who they said they were, then there were some small descriptions about the boys or girls there.

Endlessly scrolling and swiping through profiles you couldn’t find anyone you thought you would get along well with. You wanted someone that you had things in common with, if you were going to be paying them for their time you might as well do something you both enjoy doing it.

About to give up hope and go at it alone a profile popped up. A new profile that caught your eye. The photo was of a boy around 21-years-old standing on top of a rooftop, dressed in a smart shirt and tie aiming a camera at whoever was taking the photo of him. Photography-nut was written in his profile making you giggle a little as you flicked through his images. In each of them, it began to reveal his face and mid-length blonde hair. He looked as though he was really sweet and kind, the kind of boy you took to meet your parents.

“Hyunjin,” You smiled as you said his name, swiping onto his profile to see what rates he was charging. It wasn’t expensive and just in your budget range so you messaged him. There was no harm in seeing if he was free that day.

[12:03] Y/n:

Hi there, I’m not entirely sure how this thing works 😅😅 but could we arrange a meetup? I’m new in Seoul and need a tour guide 🥰

Staring at the phone you debated with yourself if that was the right way to start a conversation with someone on the app. There was no tutorial on how to message them or if you had to wait for them to message you first.

[12:07] Hyunjin 🍀

Hey! I would love to arrange a meetup. I can meet you anywhere you feel comfortable! Welcome to Seoul! 💞🌺

Smiling to yourself you gave him the address to the shop right beside your apartment building. It was the only play you really knew so far and you wanted to meet him somewhere you knew the exact location of. Rather than wandering around lost trying to find somewhere to meet him you didn’t know yet.

Dressed in a long-sleeved Beige shirt-dress and some black leggings you waited outside the shop, acting as though you were busy on your phone so you didn’t look as though you were staring out for Hyunjin. It was already going to be awkward enough without you looking around gormlessly for him.

“Hey,” A voice called out making you jump a little as you looked up from your phone to see him. He was identical to his photos though his hair was a little longer now.

“Hi, I’m Y/n.” You shook his hand and he smiled nodding his head,

“I’m Hyunjin and I know this is probably going to be awkward for a while so I hope we can become friends throughout it,” He smiled as he let go of your hand. This time you looked at him you took in his whole appearance, he was wearing a black and white striped turtle neck and some black jeans.

“I’m new to the app so we’re both doing firsts here,” He smiled as he looked around you both, taking in everything around him as he tried to figure out what you could do for the day.

“It’s still quite early in the afternoon...I can show you around, show you all of the shops, shopping mall and just around Seoul itself if you like?” You were completely taken by his voice, appearance and how sweet he was being with you.

“I would love that, the only place I know is the shop and my apartment.” You laughed weakly as he nodded his head.

“Would you mind if I linked our arms?” You shook your head and you linked arms with one another as he began to lead you down the road.

“So what brings you to Seoul?” He questioned as he tried to break the ice. It was nice that he was trying, you had rented him for the rest of the day and you were going to have to get to know each other.

“I fancied a change in pace. I’ve always loved South Korea and the culture,” You admitted as your eyes glanced around at all of the people you were pacing. Everyone in their own worlds as they went about their daily lives. Each person you saw looked as though they had been plucked out of a fashion magazine, their outfits were so effortless yet stood out in the large crowds.

“When did you get here?” He asked as he waited at the side of the road for lights to change and you could cross without being in any kind of danger.

“About two days ago...I’ve been locked up in my apartment eating Ramen. I was so worried I’d get lost.” You groaned thinking back on it while Hyunjin laughed a little, shaking his head.

“I’ll add a shopping trip on our list of things to do. I can’t have you living off only ramen.” He chuckled and your whole heart seemed to swell up when you saw the smile on his face. It was honestly one of the prettiest smiles you’d seen and his dimples were so deep you wanted to reach up and poke them. But you didn’t.

The rules of the app were very simple. No inappropriate touching, no exchange of social media or phone numbers. Once the dates were over that was it unless you rented another one but only through the app.

“I should take you to see Cheonggyecheon River, a small walk down and we’ll be at the nicest cafes,” Hyunjin explained as he seemed to be enjoying this almost as much as you were,

“So why did you join the app?” You questioned as you looked at him, it had been a question on your mind since seeing him on the app.

“I needed the extra cash for art supplies...I’m studying at the moment so this seemed to be the perfect side job.” He explained as he began heading down some stairs towards a small river that ran through the city.

“Cheonggyecheon River,” You whispered as you looked around, it had only been something you’d seen in photos but now it was real.

“So you do art?” You questioned as you went back to looking up at Hyunjin while you walked.

“Yeah. I try to, I’m learning to draw, I thought it would be fun.” You smiled wanting to know more about it.

“Do you have any pictures?” He nodded as he sat down on an empty bench with you, pulling out his phone to show you photos of the drawings he’d been doing in his spare time.

“These are amazing! You did these?” You were truly shocked to see someone who was just learning to draw create amazing pieces as he had done. Some were anime characters, others were drawings of himself and another was a drawing of a dog.

“This is my favourite,” You told him as you looked at the Chihuhaha drawing he’d done,

“My little Kkami, I missed him so I drew him from a photo.” You smiled at the drawing again,

“Do you not get to see him much?” He shook his head as he looked out at the water.

“I live in a dorm with seven guys who are studying, Kkami is at home with my family.” Your heart clenched at the thought of him not getting to see his dog much,

“I’m sorry.” He shook his head at you, you had nothing to be sorry for.

“Don’t be, it makes the time I have with him all the more special. Shall we start to go?” You nodded getting up from the bench once more and heading in the direction he was leading you in.

The two of you had gotten to know each other more on your walk over to the supermarket, getting to know about him and all his roommates that seemed adventurous.

“Felix came here at 2 am once just to get baking ingredients.” He laughed as he pushed the trolley around the store, adding things he thought you would enjoy as well as ingredients to make Kimchi with.

“Why was he baking at 2 in the morning?” You laughed adding some pasta products into the trolley, looking around at everything in shock. It was so much larger than any other supermarket you had been in and it was empty. Hardly anyone besides you and Hyunjin was around and there was soft music playing through some speakers.

“It’s Felix, who knows why he does what he does,” He laughed as he watched you. You were standing in front of ramen packets and he smirked a little,

“You could get the cups. They’ll be better for you and cheaper in price.” Thanking him you added a bunch into the trolley and smiled a little,

“Noodles are the only thing I can successfully cook.” You chuckled while Hyunjin shook his head at you,

“I need to give you cooking lessons but we’re almost out of the day...I can send you some cooking books if you like.” The thought of the day almost being over made you sad to think you’d never see him again.

“I could book you for another day? I would love to learn to cook from someone who’s lived here their whole life,” Yes. That was the reason. Totally not because every time he smiled or laughed your heart fluttered. Hyunjin’s heart seemed to flutter at the thought of getting to meet you again, although he was getting paid to hang out with you it didn’t feel forced. It felt natural to be around you as though he had known you for years and he couldn’t wait to do it all over again.

“Sure! We should get some ingredients to cook with tomorrow. Your Kimchi will stay good for three to six months if you keep it in the fridge and once you know-how. You’re pretty much great for everything,” You smiled before nodding. Both of you grabbing more and more ingredients for recipes you could freeze and add to the freezer.

Laying in bed that night you couldn’t help but smile to yourself at the day you had. Hyunjin bought you home in a cab, helping you in with the bags before he helped you put everything away. You’d already paid him before he got home and booked another day together but none of it felt like a job or obligation to either of you. Hyunjin went home with a giant smile on his face having enjoyed the day much more than he had expected to.

“I told you that you’d have fun,” Chan said as he walked into the kitchen later that night to see Hyunjin couldn’t stop smiling.

“I had a lot, she’s amazing Hyung.” He explained as he began to pour himself some hot chocolate and get ready for a few hours of studying before bed.

“Just don’t get attached. The rules were simple Hyunjin.” He nodded as he headed back to his dorm room to find Felix sitting there waiting for everything that had happened that day.

“Felix made cookies.” Was the first thing Hyunjin said to you as you opened the door to see him standing there. Today he was wearing a white t-shirt, a grey jacket and some shorts. It was the hottest day of the year.

“His famous ones?!” You asked a little too excitedly as you saw the Tupperware box filled to the brim with cookies all of different shapes and sizes.

“He was baking last night and he thought I could share them.” It was a lie. Hyunjin had practically begged Felix to bake you some the night before. He’d told you so much about them and he’d seen the look on your face when he mentioned them. He wanted you to try them.

“Tell him I said thanks,” You hummed as bit down into one of the cookies, instantly rolling your head back at the taste of them.

"He could run his own bakery, oh my goodness," Hyunjin smiled as he walked into the kitchen pulling out an apron he'd brought from the dorms and getting ready to help you cook.

"We'll start with the Kimchi, it'll be the best thing to start with and then whatever you're planning for your dinner." You nodded at him, finishing off the cookie before you washed up and pulled on an apron you'd gotten from the store yesterday.

While you were chopping and washing up the ingredients Hyunjin was telling you everything you needed to do.

"You know you should be a chef...Or give out cooking classes." You told him as you began adding all of the ingredients together.

"I would give you five stars," He laughed softly as he looked at you,

"Like a Michelin chef?" You nodded at him as you continued to add everything together. Hyunjin laughing a little as he began to stir some of the stew he'd been making, scooping some up for you.

"You've reached the peak of taste, you'll never go back to normal food I promise." He laughed as you hummed at the taste of the stew.

"You'll have to take some home with you, there's no way I'll eat all this to myself." You mentioned as you stared at the huge stew pot he was cooking with.

"I'm sure the guys would love it," Hyunjin said before adding a little more spice to the stew and leaving it.

The two of you camped out on your sofa for hours just spending time getting to know one another. He told you all about his life at the dorms while you told him about life back at home.

"Do you miss it?" He asked as he bit into one of the cookies and looked at you,

"Sometimes. I miss the people more than the place but it's home." You frowned thinking back on your time, it wasn't as though you were never going to go back again, but this was your life now.

"I suppose that's how it is with many people." He smiled weakly putting down his plate and looking at the time, he only had an hour left with you before he had to head home for the night.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" You shrugged your shoulders as you thought about it. Nothing was planned for at least a month, your job was waiting for some final paperwork to be done.

"Nothing that I know of,"

"Do you want to go to Seoul Tower, it's one of the best tourist spots. I think you'll enjoy it there," You smiled while nodding your head, wanting to spend all of the time in the world with Hyunjin. For as long as you could at least.

"Sure!" You smiled at him before going over to the stew to get everything put into smaller tubs for him to take home. The subject of payment was growing closer and neither of you wanted to feel awkward about talking about it again.

"Hyunjin. You're growing attached," Chan warned as soon as Hyunjin stepped through the door that night. All eight of the boys were on the app to earn some extra cash and for them, it had been routine days out. A cafe, a shopping spree here and there but that was it. None of them ever spent so much time getting to know their clients or even cook with them.

"I'm not. She's just being a nice friend Hyung," He complained as he placed the stew down onto the counter. Calling out to the boys that there was food if anybody was hungry for it.

"She's a client Hyunjin. Nothing more." He rolled his eyes as he listened to Chan bring up the subject of the rules again.

"No exchanging numbers, social media or inappropriate touching. I know Hyung, Gosh what do you think we're doing? Fucking in some park?" He grumbled taking a cookie and heading for his bedroom. He didn't want to hear the same speech over and over again reminding him that he couldn't have you the way that he wanted. There were feelings growing between you and he knew he was never going to be able to act on them and it killed him inside.

The days you spent together began to grow more and more and you forgot that this wasn't just friends hanging out together. That you were paying him for spending time with you. That was until the end of the night when you would wire transfer him the cash when he left leaving you both feeling awkward the next morning. Only for that to fade whenever you got on with the day that you had planned together. You'd seen almost every tourist attraction there. Hyunjin took you to Nami Island, ice cream dates, cafe dates, Seoul Tower and today you were going to Gyeongbokgung Palace.

"Everything okay? You seem quiet." He chuckled as you waited in line together to get tickets for the palace. Your eyes wandered up to him as you smiled weakly.

"Fine...I just can't wait to get in there." You lied not wanting to make anything between you more awkward than it had to be.

The palace was beautiful and filled with history Hyunjin couldn't wait to tell you about it. Explaining everything and tell you all of the facts he knew about the palace.

"Did you come here a lot?" You asked as you both sat down on some grass patches by one of the lakes. He'd brought along a picnic basket and a blanket for the two of you. The basket was filled with food he’d cooked and baked goods Felix had been forced to make once again,

“When I was a kid. I love history so I used to beg mum into taking me.” He laughed as he remembered all of the weekends he would spend there, learning about everything that he could.

“That’s amazing,” You smiled as he held up a spoon to your lips, spoon-feeding you some yoghurt he had bought along with him. You hummed letting him feed you when you looked around at different people around you. Lots of couples were doing the same thing as you both. Sitting together on the grass as they fed one another.

“Hey I was-” Hyunjin stopped speaking when you turned to look at him, neither of you realising how close you were to one another until your lips almost touched. Neither of you moved. You just stared at him, eyes flicking from his lips to his mouth your whole body aching to lean in and kiss him. But you didn’t. You sat there looking at him as he looked at you.

No one would have to know, he could just lean down and kiss you right now and no one would know about it. It wasn’t as though there were guards on the apps that tracked their every move. Placing down the spoon he looked at you, scooting closer to you as he watched to see if your facial expression changed at all. His right hand slowly rose to your face and he cupped your face in his hand, running his thumb along your bottom lip as you let out a small whimper.

“If I do this, there’s no going back.” You shrugged your shoulder. You didn’t want to go back. You wanted his lips on yours, you didn’t care about anything else.

Hyunjin pressed his lips against yours and instantly it was sweet yet filled with passion, your arms wrapped around the back of his neck as you kissed him back. Lips moving in sync with one another as he pulled you closer to him. The world around you faded away as you made out on the small patch of grass together, forgetting that he was paid to be there and you were renting him for the day. None of that mattered when you felt the way you did. Your whole body prickling with tingles as he kissed you. Lips parting and tongues touching. Everything around you was gone. All you cared about was this moment.

After taking you home Hyunjin came in to have hot chocolate with you, well over his intended time limit and continued to kiss you. Cuddle you. Only making you yearn for him to stay longer but he had to go home. He had classes the next day.

“I don’t know when I’ll see you again,” You admitted as you stood by the front door of your apartment. Neither of you moving as you stared up at him. It was your last week before work and you could no longer afford to pay him. Though the subjects of paying for dates had gotten too weird for you and Hyunjin to talk about.

“I’m sure we’ll see each other around,” He sighed knowing he couldn’t give you his number or any way of contacting him outside of the app. He’d hoped he’d told you enough about his personal life for you to accidentally bump into one another somewhere.

“Hyunjin I think-” He kissed you softly not wanting you to finish the sentence. He was getting feelings for you too but admitting them out loud would make him stay and he couldn’t.

“I will see you around,” He whispered putting an emphasis on the “will” before he leant down to kiss you one last time. His hands on your waist as he smiled against your lips, pulling away and leaving you alone.

Weeks passed by and Hyunjin saw no sign of you in any of the spots he had told you about, he even made an effort to walk by your apartment building every night home from classes but there was no sign of you.

“You’ve been so weird lately. Why haven’t you been going to see Y/n?” Felix grumbled as he rolled over in bed one night to see Hyunjin laying wide awake at almost 1 am. Just sitting there and staring at the top of the bunk bed he was under.

“I can’t...I have feelings for her and I didn’t want to keep taking her money.” Crawling down from the top bunk Felix came to see Hyunjin. He was fully dressed and staring at the ceiling still.

“It’s creepy. Stop staring like that. Just go and “accidentally” bump into her...What’s the problem?” Hyunjin sat up and shook his head,

“You don’t think I’ve been trying that? I’ve been walking by her apartment building almost every night. Sitting in cafes...Maybe I was reading into it wrong.” Hyunjin’s phone flashed up and he darted toward it only to see it was an email from the Rent an Oppa app telling him that his account was deactivated.

“You quit?”

“I didn’t want to do it anymore.” He mumbled before getting up from the bed and grabbing a jacket,

“Where are you going? It’s almost 1:30?” Hyunjin said nothing as he left the bedroom.

The account was gone and all that was left was a stupid message telling you that Hyunjin has left the account. Staring down at your phone you hated yourself for not messaging him sooner to arrange something. You had to see him again. For the last two weeks, you had been going to what he said was his favourite cafe and waiting for him. You’d do the paperwork for work there, read books. You’d been in there so much the owner knew you by name.

“I’ll make you some goodnight tea,” The elderly owner whispered as she walked over to your table. They were open 24 hours which was nice at times like this when you couldn’t get to sleep.

“Thank you,” You whispered as you went back to looking through the paperwork you had to finish. The job wasn’t what you expected it to be so you were trying to file paperwork whilst look for something else to do there.

“Nightcap for you too?” The elderly woman called out to someone who had just walked through the door. Frowning to yourself you glanced up to see a hoodied boy walk through the shop and stand at the counter.

“You’re not alone tonight. Someone else who can’t sleep,” The hoodied boy began to turn and as soon as you locked eyes your heart lept to your throat.

“Hyunjin?” You whispered to yourself as he began heading over to your table, eyes wide as he saw you sitting there.

“Fancy meeting you here,” He laughed as he sat down beside you, both of you just as happy to see each other.

“I-I’ve been coming here almost every day,” You admitted as he looked at you, hands finding yours and holding onto them as tightly as he could. He never would have thought you would come here, he’d only mentioned it once and how much it meant to him.

“I only told you about this place once,”

“I could see how much it meant to you...I thought I might catch you here and then we could...Go on a normal date.” He let out a breathy chuckle as he nodded his head.

“Sounds good to me. I’m paying.” He told you as he kissed your lips softly. All of a sudden all of those weeks away from one another melted into nothingness. It was just the two of you together once again giving you the freedom to date, exchange numbers and hang out without some pesky app or their rules in the way.

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Wanda Maximoff / Reader - The One Where You Punch Tony Stark - Chapter Three

Gif is not mine, but i love it.

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 4 || Read on AO3 (Complete Work)

Summary: When the rumors that you punched Tony Stark in the face spread around your school, some interesting events unfolded.

Warnings: 18+; Enemies to Lovers; Angry Sex; Underage Sex; High School AU; Violence; Fights; Inappropriate language; Fluff and Smut; minor mentions of Reader x Carol and Reader x Jessica Jones.

Notes: This work was already finished on AO3, but i forgot to continue this on Tumblr. I hope everyone who thought that was a one shot, enjoy the rest of it.

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Chapter Three - Sometimes it’s just a date

You don't like water polo. Actually, you don't like watching the water polo team.

With next week being finals week, you would like to have a quiet period. But then, the track and field and water polo finals are making the athletes restless, and you have to deal with the excitement of your colleagues around the halls.

Maybe Natasha is right, you are pretty grumpy when it comes to socializing.

Participation in a sports team is mandatory from the first year on. Principal Thanos had approved this rule as an "incentive to healthy living," and only students with a medical condition could get away with it. You considered falsifying a medical history many times, but eventually you agreed to join the lacrosse team. You kept your performance average, just to maintain your grade. And even when the coach saw potential in you, you told her that you had no interest in participating in the championships.

And then you were sitting on the team bench, watching your team play on the field while the crowd cheered as you watched. All sports were encouraged, after all, usually all students attended all kinds of games. You watched Natasha wave to you from the stands, and you smiled back.

You were almost falling asleep, then a chorus of startled exclamations coming from the audience startled you, and you looked quickly at the field.

Your teammate, Gamora, suffered a foul and was being helped off the field by her teammates. You looked down the field with a frown, hoping that she was all right. But then she was taken off the field on a stretcher, her knee bandaged. It didn't take long before the coach came to you and signaled that you were going to have to replace the girl.

Letting out a grumble of protest, you stood up, grabbing the bat the coach offered you, and stepped onto the field.

Your approach to playing was interesting. You were aggressive and impatient, but efficient. You scored three points, and tried not to be bothered by the attention you were getting. And then, when your team won, you tried not to push the girls who jumped on you during the celebration.

As you joined the team in the locker room, the coach asked to speak to you privately.

- I wanted to say that I was surprised by your performance, but in fact I always knew what you could do. - She commented as soon as you were alone in her room, inside the locker room. You shifted the weight of your feet, awkwardly.

- Thanks, I guess. - You say, and the teacher smiles tenderly at you.

- Tell me, Y/L, do you have plans for college? - she asks, leaning on her desk.

- Not really, Coach. - You say. - I sent some applications, but after my suspension, I don't think I will have much of a chance.

- You know that something like a position on a regular team can count in your favor. - She comments, and you shrug.

- I have only played in two games so far. - You hit back. She smiles.

- Oh yes, and you performed flawlessly. - She says. - What I'm saying is, I could write you a letter of recommendation. If you commit to play with us until the end of the school year, of course.

You frown, thinking about it.

- I wouldn't want to take Gamora's place.

The teacher laughs, shrugging her shoulders.

- Don't worry about it, we can arrange the team for you to play together. Besides that, unfortunately Gamora will not participate in at least two games because of her injury. And she will be happy to know that you are helping the team to win.

You nod, putting your hands in your pockets.

- Okay, I'll take it then. - You say. - Only for the letter of recommendation of course. - You joke, and the coach goes to one of the drawers. She pulls out a first team uniform. - This is yours. - She hands it to you. - And please try to control your temper on the field.

The coach winks at you, and you laugh slightly, accepting the uniform. You nod slightly and walk out of the room toward the showers.

- I can't believe you're a jock now! - Natasha jokes when you tell her you joined the team. You laugh, pushing her slightly. You are sitting at the tables in the outdoor cafeteria during the second break.

- Please don't say that. - You say playfully. Nat just smiles, taking a bite out of her snack.

- But anyway. - she says after a moment. - Are you still going to the concert on Saturday?

You let out a sigh and Nat looks at you curiously.

- I'll tell you something, and you promise not to hate me?

Nat laughs, imitating a promise sign, and you shake your head, smiling.

- Go ahead, say it. You're making me curious. - She asks. You laugh, trying to build up courage.

- I have to tell Carol I'm not interested. - You begin, and Nat raises her eyebrows in surprise. - I'm liking someone else.

- Wow, Jones really got to you? - She assumes, and you laugh, denying it with your head. - Wait, there's a third girl? My God, you're unstoppable.

You laugh ruefully, and Nat follows you. You swallow dryly before speaking and look at the table where you are sitting.

- I am in love with Wanda Maximoff.

Nat lets out a surprised exclamation, and then laughs, thinking you were joking. And then she notices your expression, and widens her eyes in surprise.

- My God, you are serious! - she exclaims. But then she smiles at you, and puts her hand on your forearm. - Hey, I don't have a problem with that. I was just a little surprised.

- Really? - you ask with a sigh of relief. Nat smiles at you.

- Now explain to me how this happened. - She asks, cupping her face in her left hand as she looks at you intently. You take a sip of your soda before speaking.

- Actually, this has been going on for some time. - You confess. - Me and Wanda... well. The first person who knew I liked girls was her. - You tell, and Nat lets out a surprised exclamation, but does not interrupt you. - We have been in the same class since elementary school. When we were in eighth grade, she saw me kissing Mary Jane Watson behind the soccer fields. I asked her not to tell anyone, and she never did. - You say, and Nat listens attentively. - And then she became who she is now, and any interaction we had seemed like we were going to jump around each other's necks at any moment. - You sighed. - And then, after the soccer game, I gave her an orgasm against the locker room wall.

- Wait, what? - exclaimed Natasha in surprise. - My god, you had sex with Wanda Maximoff? - She practically screamed and you raised your hands and waved for her to keep her voice down. Nat laughed with a mixture of disbelief and excitement. - I can't believe it. I don't even know what to think about it.

You mumbled with embarrassment, looking away.

- Just keep it down, please. - You asked, and Nat laughed.

- Are you two in some kind of secret relationship now? - she asked, and you laughed ironically.

- Not at all. - You say. - She completely ignored me after that. And then we argued during Ms. Hill's class.

- Shit, I'm sorry about that. But are you still willing to take this anywhere? Since you are going to dismiss Carol.

You blink slightly, thoughtfully. Then you shrug.

- I'm only going to dismiss Carol because it's not fair to be with her while thinking about another girl. - You explain. - And I don't expect Wanda to want anything to do with me anyway.

- I see. - Nat says, giving you a sad smile. - But I think she would be very stupid to let someone like you slip away.

You smile sadly, and you go back to eating. Before long the break is over, and you share Nat's displeasure at having to go to the health class.

Health classes are awkward. At least now that you and Natasha were friends, you were distracted by her jokes. Professor Wade Wilson was known for his humorous and completely unfiltered attitude during class. He made jokes and pranks, and didn't care much if the students were actually learning something. You remember when you were learning about the effects of alcohol on the body and he brought a bottle of whiskey and shared it among the students. Counselor Fury was not happy at all.

But occasionally you learned very important things in class, like how to clean wounds made in laboratories, for example.

You figured he would follow the programmed curriculum, but you should know better. Wilson came into the room, sat down at his own desk and signaled for everyone to go to their seats. Nat exchanged an amused look with you.

- Good morning, brats. - He said as he took something out of his pocket. The room erupted in giggles and comments as he held up a rubber penis and vagina. - Let's talk about sex today.

- Finally, eh Mr. Wilson! - shouted Tony Stark ironically, causing the class to laugh. You saw him give Pepper Potts a mischievous look, while the girl just smiled and fiddled with her hair.

- Well, I need to teach you how to put on condoms first. - says the professor with a slight irony in his voice. - Because of course you are all innocent in this matter.

The class laughed, but you were distracted scribbling in your notebook. The professor leaned over to read the attendance list on his desk.

- I need two of you to demonstrate your knowledge to me. - He says. - Stark and Y/L/N come forward please.

Nat nudges you with her elbow and you frown. She nods toward the desk, and Professor Wilson is already looking at you. You mumble a "shit" before getting up and walking to the front of the room.

- Please demonstrate. - He says handing a condom to you and one to Tony, who gives you an angry look, and you roll your eyes. Tony moves toward the plastic vagina, but Wilson laughs, putting his hand in your way. - The other prosthesis, Mr. Stark.

You watch Tony's red cheeks with disbelief, and you also hear the giggles that circulate around the room. Tony quickly opens the condom with his teeth and puts on the rubber penis with his shaking hands. Then he turns to the class, putting his hands in his pockets.

- Who can tell me what Mr. Stark did wrong? - asks the professor, but no one raises their hand. You wonder if people just don't want to say that Tony Stark was wrong, or if they really didn't know. - Really, guys, nobody?

- He bit the package, sir. - You grumble, feeling all the stares on you. Wilson lets out a happy exclamation as he looks at you.

- Yes, exactly, Miss Y/L/N. - He says, looking around the room again. - When you bite the condom wrapper, you can damage the condom, and consequently, take away its effectiveness. The class takes note of the information passed on. - Now, Y/N, please. Demonstrate how to use the female condom.

You let out a sigh, and turn to the table, without preventing other students from seeing what you are doing. Quickly, you open the package and put the condom on the prosthetic. Professor Wilson lets out a chuckle, congratulating you for handling it correctly, but as you turn around, you hear Tony Stark comment loudly:

- With so much practice in real life, it should be easy. - He says, and the class bursts into giggles.

- Stark. - The professor says with a scolding tone, but you assume a wry posture.

- Don't be like that, Tony. I'm sure Steve will be happy to let you practice with him. - You fight back, and the laughter swirls around you.

- Look, here you bitch... - Tony steps forward and the professor stands in front of him, with a serious expression. You think this is the first time you've seen him angry.

- You two come with me immediately.

And so you end up sitting in Nicky Fury's office again, with Tony Stark in the chair next to you. You both stand with your arms crossed and looking straight ahead as Professor Wilson explains the confusion in his class. Fury nods and says that he will handle everything, and the professor gives him an understanding smile before leaving the room.

- I have been waiting to talk to you two. - says Fury as he sits down at his desk. - Who would like to start?

- I have nothing to say. - says Tony in a harsh tone. You want to punch him again.

- That's too bad, Mr. Star. - says Fury. - You will stay here until someone tells me the nature of this conflict.

You let out an irritated snort.

- I've told you before, Fury. - You say. - Stark is an arrogant piece of shit who has no respect for anyone.

- You're fucking insane, girl! - Tony cuts you off, and you refuse to look at him. Fury lets out a sigh.

- Please, I will not tolerate this kind of verbal aggression in my office. - He says. - If you don't answer me, I will simply recommend that you both be expelled.

You and Tony are silent, both with furious expressions. But then you remember the promise you made to the coach, and let out a sigh.

- I punched Tony in the face at his eighteenth birthday party. - You confess, surprising them both.

A moment passes, and you think Fury is finally going to expel you, but then Tony speaks up next to you.

- I provoked her. - He confesses. You look surprised, and Fury just waits for Tony to clarify. He lets out an impatient sigh before speaking. - I followed her out and said some rude stuff.

Fury is thoughtful for a few minutes, and then he makes some notes in his notebook. You began to drum your fingers against your thigh, uncomfortable.

- Would you like to tell me exactly why you did that Tony? - Fury asked.

Tony let out an impatient grunt. And many moments passed before he spoke again.

- I don't know, okay? - He says, running his hands through his hair nervously. - I only saw her kissing a girl and then I was outside. I didn't want her at my party.

- I should have known you were a homophobic jerk. - You say, and Tony tells you to go fuck yourself. Fury warns you both again.

- Tony, I've heard rumors about your relationship with Mr. Rogers. - Fury begins and Stark straightens his posture, his face red. You think the conversation is getting interesting. - Don't you think, perhaps, your reaction to seeing Miss Y/L/N has something to do with it?

- I don't want to talk about it. - Tony grumbles. You stand there thoughtfully, understanding what Fury meant. He had suggested that the only reason Tony hated you so much, besides being a complete idiot, was because he rejected his own sexuality.

- We're going to talk about this privately, Mr. Star. - Announces Fury. - That will be my last warning to you two. No more fighting. If I hear that you two have renewed conflicts, I will recommend your immediate expulsion.

You and Tony nod, and Fury releases you with a detention card. You grumble, but leave the room, closing the door while Tony and Fury stand talking in private.

You never imagined that you would see Pietro Maximoff in detention. But when you thought about it, it actually made sense.

Sitting in the back of the room, you were even more surprised when he looked up at you, and gave you a shy smile. You blinked in surprise and looked away.

Professor Charles Xavier only taught history to the senior year, which left him with many free periods throughout the day, so he was also responsible for the detention class. It worked well, since it seemed that no one could hide anything from her, and detention ended up being quite efficient.

He came into the classroom with a book in his hand, and sat down, staying for many minutes without saying anything at all. And then he asked everyone to pair up, and you looked incredulously at Pietro Maximoff as he sat down in front of you.

- You're kidding me, right? - you said as soon as he arrived. Peter laughed, shrugging his shoulders.

Before Pietro could say anything, Professor Xavier announced that the class should make a short summary of the last subject he taught in class, which drew a disgruntled gasp from the few students present.

You started to take the materials out of the backpack and put them on the table.

- I wanted to thank you. - Pietro said as the professor sat down. The class was buzzing with murmurs, all the students talking about their work, and Charles didn't seem to care, focused on his book. You looked at Pietro with your eyebrows raised, and he smiled wryly. - For helping me that day.

- It's a natural reaction, Maximoff. - You retort, looking away from him and start writing in your notebook. Pietro chuckles.

- Yeah, I know. - he says. - But still, thank you. The nurse told me that if you hadn't been so quick, I might have had an injury that would have prevented me from playing football.

You shrugged, not knowing what to say. You were silent for a few moments, each concentrated on his summary, and then Pietro stopped writing and you felt him looking at you.

- What is it now? - you asked without taking your eyes off the paper.

- Do you like music? - You raise your eyebrows incredulously as you look at him.

- Everybody likes music, what kind of question is that?

Pietro laughs awkwardly.

- Sorry, you're right. - he says humorously. - I actually meant, do you know "The Panthers"? They are a rock band. They are playing in town on Saturday and…

- Are you asking me out? - You blink in confusion. Pietro shrugs.

- As a thank you. It's not a date. - He adds quickly when he sees your expression. - I'm going to the show with some friends.

- I'm also going to the show. - You retort, and Pietro assumes a surprised but happy expression.

- Great, we can see each other there then!

- I guess. - You grumble, turning your attention back to the summary. Pietro smiles, and a moment passes before he hands you a small piece of paper with a phone number.

- Text me when you get there. So it'll be easier for us to meet. - he suggested.

You blinked in surprise, but remembering that Fury had told you to avoid conflict, you just put the paper in your pocket, and you and Pietro finished the exercise. He handed your summaries to the teacher, and sat down in front of you again. You left your hands in your pockets as he turned to you.

- What did you do to be here anyway? - you asked. Pietro stretched out his legs, leaning his back against the wall.

- I followed your lead. - He said humorously, and you frowned uncomprehendingly. He laughed, then clarified. - I punched Tony during practice.

You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

- Wow, I didn't see that one coming. - You say. - May I ask why?

- He said some things about my sister. - Pietro says, locking his jaw as if remembering the conflict. - And then I punched him in the mouth. - He grimaces and imitates the move with his hand, making you laugh slightly.

- What did he say? - You can't help the question from escaping your lips. Pietro doesn't seem to mind though, shrugging his shoulders.

- Stupid comments about her, sex stuff. - he says. - We were training and he decided he was free to talk about her body to everyone on the team.

You swallowed your anger, not wanting to show it to Pietro, choosing only to nod.

- When he does it with other girls is it okay then? - you tease without holding back. Pietro frowns, denying it with his head.

- Of course not. - he says, and straightens up. - Look, I know you have an opinion about me. But I'm not a complete idiot. I don't treat girls that way.

- Oh, right. - You say it with irony. Pietro laughs, knowing exactly what you're talking about.

- I am serious. - he says. - I know what the school says about me. I don't like commitment, and I've been with a lot of girls. But I didn't cheat on any of them. - He clarifies, shrugging his shoulders. - And I don't treat them like objects.

- Congratulations for doing the minimum. - You say a bit harshly, and Pietro laughs.

You fall silent again, and then Professor Xavier dismisses the class.

Pietro waves and smiles at you as you leave detention, and you think that maybe you have been teleported to a parallel reality.

Carol picks you up at your house. You both put on your leather jackets, and she thinks it' s pretty hot.

The Panthers' concert is very crowded, and it is held in an open field on the edge of town. When you arrive, Carol holds your hand to lead you to your group of friends. You don't mind.

You hug everyone, and mention that you like Thor's new haircut, who had cut his long hair and was wearing an earring in his left ear. You were talking for several minutes in the food cart area, since the show was going to take a while to start.

Then Pietro Maximoff saw you and waved excitedly, and his friends looked at you with a mixture of curiosity and incredulity. Natasha laughed softly in your ear before he approached.

- So glad you could make it! - he said cheerfully. You decided not to mention his choice of clothes, since Pietro came with the team jacket.

- Hi Pietro. - You greet awkwardly, but he looks cheerful, and greets all of your friends with a smile.

- Hey, you're owls, aren't you? - He says. - I've seen you at state when we played there last year!

Your friends smile and nod politely, and then Pietro looks around, and waves. A group of people join you all next. You feel your body tense up the moment Wanda Maximoff walks up to you, and then a deep irritation hits you as you notice a tall boy with his arms around her. You think you have seen him before in geography class. Also in the group are your classmates Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, and Peter Parker, the last being a freshman. You barely register the words of introduction that Pietro makes, your attention completely on Wanda, who looks surprised and slightly embarrassed to see you.

Your friends greet Pietro's group, and you look away from Wanda to pay attention to his words.

- If you guys don't mind, can we all stay together? - Pietro suggests, and you want to scream that you can't bear to stand next to the boy holding Wanda without strangling him, but your friends agree, looking excited to interact with new people.

- Let's stay in the north stands, it's better to see. - Said Valkyrie signaling the direction, the group agreed and you started walking. Natasha hugged Clint and gave you a suggestive nod in the direction of Wanda, which made you roll your eyes in humor. And then Carol threw her arm over your shoulder, and you wanted to laugh at the deadly expression Wanda threw at you before looking forward. Carol didn't notice.

When you arrived at the chosen area, you sat down on the grass. The group was well-mixed, and everyone seemed to be talking to each other. You felt Wanda's gaze on your back, but you refused to look at her. Thor and Bucky handed out the snacks that they had bought with the group, and as you drank your soda, you felt Carol's hand on your thigh.

And then she kissed you, and you knew you had to talk to her. You asked her to walk with you, and you walked back to the entrance of the show, which was now completely empty.

It was quick, and impressive easy. Carol smiled and said that everything was fine, and said again that you never made promises to each other. She gave you a kiss on the cheek and went back to the group. You told her you would buy some candy before you went back.

When you reached the snack bar area, someone pulled you behind a pillar.

- I want to talk to you. - Wanda said angrily. You rolled your eyes impatiently, putting distance between your bodies.

- I'm all ears. - You said with irony.

- I don't want you dating anyone else.

You let out an incredulous laugh.

- You've got to be kidding me. - You spoke in anger. - Are you even listening to what you're saying now?

- Why are you going out with that girl? - Wanda asks in the same tone.

- You're a damn hypocrite, you know that? -You accuse her, moving closer. -Wanting to impose demands when you're having sex with that jerk.

Wanda rolls her eyes, and you think you might explode with rage. And then you grab her around the waist and push her against the pillar behind her. Wanda lets out a surprised exclamation and her gaze falls directly to your mouth.

- You think I don't know how you feel, don't you, Wanda? - You whisper, looking at her with a mixture of seriousness and desire. - Tell me, do you pretend it's me touching you when you're with him?

Wanda lets out a sigh, but lifts her head, not responding. You let out a wry laugh, and then you press your knee firmly against her core, and she shivers and lets out a low groan, closing her eyes tightly.

- Don't forget to moan my name tonight. - You say it against her ear, and then let go.

You walk back to the group, feeling hot and bothered. You exchange a look with Natasha, but say nothing.

Wanda comes back a little later, and during the entire show, you feel her looking at you.

You refuse Carol's ride when the show ends. She waves with a smile, and leaves. And then you wave goodbye to everyone, and decide to leave by bus. You liked public transportation because it helped you to think while you looked out the window.

- Be careful, troublemaker. - asks Nat as she gives you a hug goodbye. She is sleeping at Bruce's house and will not accompany you on the way back.

Pietro has had a few too many beers, and gives you a tight hug when he says goodbye, saying that the night was incredible. You laugh at his reaction. You don't say goodbye to Wanda.

And then you are walking to the bus stop, with your headphones on, and you almost stumble in shock when you feel someone touching your shoulder.

- Fuck, girl! - You complain as you turn around. - What is it now?- Go on a date with me. - Wanda says looking at you.

- What?

- Go on a date with me. - She repeats, smiling.

You blush, and look down at the floor, suddenly feeling very warm. You wave your hands inside your jacket pockets.

- Now?

Wanda nods, and you bite back a smile on your lips.

- Okay. - You agree.

You turn and sit down at the bus stop. Wanda sits quietly next to you. You raise your hand and take out one of your headphones, offering it to Wanda. She smiles when she accepts, and you listen to some music together while you wait for the bus.

Since the vast majority of places in town were closed at this time, you took Wanda to a place that wouldn't be.

When you worked at the junkyard, you discovered many interesting places when you had to pick up equipment for your boss. One of these places was the city's port.

You knew that there was a secluded area of the municipal harbor with an incredible view of the sea, and so you guided Wanda through the bars and down the concrete path. You sat on the edge, your feet dangling a few feet from the ocean below.

- How did you find this place? - she asks, staring at the landscape.

- Working at the junkyard made me explore the city. - You answer also looking straight ahead.

You are silent for a moment before you ask:

- What should we talk about, Wanda?

- Anything. - She says. - Or nothing at all.

You smile.

- I don't know what is going on between us. - You confess, and Wanda lets out a sigh.

She says nothing and you almost give up trying to talk about your relationship, and then she puts her hand on top of yours, looking at the ocean in front of you.

- I'll tell you one thing, and you promise not to freak out, okay? - she asks, and you nod.

Wanda looks down at her own lap, and takes a deep breath, as if she is taking courage.

- I think I'm in love with you. - She confesses, and you feel your heart race. - It's been a while, actually. I guess I just realized it now.

- How long?

- Do you remember when I saw you kissing Mary Watson in the eighth grade? - She asks and you nod. - I just... I didn't know why it bothered me. And then, you told me to keep it a secret and I got so jealous that every time I saw you I just wanted to slap you. And then we started to fight and I pushed all the feelings aside hoping they would go away. And then game night happened.

You remained silent as you absorbed Wanda's words. She spoke again before you could.

- Damn, I know this is a lot to absolve. - She says. - I understand if you just want sex. Or if you'd rather not talk to me anymore.

You interrupt her monologue with a kiss on the lips, which makes her gasp. But you pull away, smiling shyly at her.

- I'm in love with you too, Wanda. - You confess, and watch Wanda's cheeks turn red.

Wanda brings your mouths together again, and you kiss her intensely. You giggle with relief and happiness, and then Wanda hugs you around the neck, and you let your arms wrap around her tightly, sinking into her body heat as you close your eyes.

You hold each other for long minutes, until you break the embrace to look at Wanda tenderly. You find her to be the most beautiful girl you have ever seen. Running your fingers over her face, you smile tenderly.

- What will happen now? - you ask, and try not to be intimidated by Wanda's hesitation.

- I don't know. - She says. - I want to be with you.

- Are you ready to admit this to everyone?

Wanda closes her eyes for a moment, and you think she is going to deny it. But then she nods in agreement, and you feel a new surge of excitement hit you.

You let out a relieved laugh, and kiss Wanda's cheek, pulling her into a hug. She giggles against your grip. You then settle down, sitting side by side as you put an arm around her shoulders and she leans her head on your chest. Wanda intertwines your hands in her lap as you gaze out over the ocean in front of you.

- Do you really think Darcy and Elizabeth wouldn't be together? - she asks, and you laugh, not moving away.

- Actually, I just disagreed with you, because you're hot when you're mad. - You joked, making her laugh.

The night went by quickly after that. You and Wanda cuddled while talking about various random subjects. You watched the sunset together, and she kissed you hard before getting on the bus to her house.

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— Lost Without You I

anon said: hey! could you please write a song fic with anthony bridgerton, I don't have any specific song in mind, but just some angst would be perfect because you write it soooo beautifully :') hope this is ok, kissess

A/N: hey, love!! I faced this as somewhat as a challenge and it was quite amazing to write!! thank you sooo much for your words, I sincerely hope you like this 💖

*this is supposed to have two parts, so if you guys like it and want the rest, please let me know your thoughts 🥰 lots of love

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This is based in Freya Ridings song, Lost Without you

Fandom: Bridgerton

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x female reader

Word count: 6.3K

Summary: One would need to be Lady Whistledown to know about the ever existent bond between the eldest Bridgerton son, Anthony, and Lady (Y/N) Kerrington. They made a good work at hiding their intentions even from their own families. According to their plan, when the Miss came to age, they would marry each other quite fastly, since they had been courting one another through the entirety of their lives. (Y/N) Kerrington thought so too, but the Viscount's actions and decisions, changed it all.

[ I ]

“Have you two gone completely mad?”

Turning around, within the heavy rain and through the drops of water that kept falling from the sky and soaked your whole body, seeming to permanently attach your dress to your skin, you saw Anthony Bridgerton standing at the back door of his own house, protected by the rain.

He had his forehead frowned in confusion as he stared at you and his sister, Daphne, whom stood by your side at the Bridgerton’s garden. His hair was a bit of a mess, like he had been sleeping recently and his hands were on his waist. His eyes, deep brown eyes that made him look a lot older than he really was by the intensity they carried, were fixed upon you.

“Join us, brother!” Daphne invited, laughing as she turned her face upwards and enjoyed the feel of the rain directly on her features. Her arms were open alongside her body, as she embraced the rain. That was something you both liked doing together, ever since your early childhood days.

“No, I will not sister and you two really should get out of there before you fall ill!” her older brother replied and the tangible worry in his voice made you smile more largely than you did before.

“It could be fun, Anthony!” you said to him and with a spark of joy, did not fail to notice how he squeezed his lips on a thin line for a moment at hearing you call him by his first name. Such thing could be seen as a lack of manners that being if, you had not known each other through the entirety of your lives, which allowed you to comfortable around every single member of the Bridgerton family.

Your family, the Kerrington’s, had been the Bridgerton’s neighbor even before you had been born. Both families, that had a similar amount of money and same high position in society, had always been closely bond to one another. You had grown up with Daphne as your best friend, frequenting her house or she yours almost every single day. Her siblings had always been nice to you and you loved them all as if they were your own siblings.

But not Anthony.

Oh no, Anthony was a completely different thing.

There was nothing brotherly in the way you thought of him and such thoughts were only intensified by some situations you found yourself in like this very one, where he seemed to be genuinely considering your words after having just denied his sister’s. Little actions that instigated your fantasies.

“If I do, only for a moment, will you come back to the house with me afterwards?” he questioned, ever so serious, looking from you to his sister and then back at you.

You looked at Daphne who had turned her head back down and as soon as she smiled mischievously at you and raised her eyebrows, you turned back to Anthony. “We swear!”

Anthony nodded his head in agreement and then sighted heavily. His eyes went to the dark sky for a few moments, the entirety of it made of grey clouds filled with drops of water that had not yet fallen. You watched with the most absolute attention as he mumbled something to himself under his breath before finally stepping away from the house’s protection and starting to make his way towards you both.

When he reached you and Daphne, his hair was already soaked with water and was attached to his forehead. Drops of water ran down his handsome face. His white shirt was now as good as nothing, the details of his arms and chest now exposed to your wanting eyes. “Is it enough?”

“You did not have fun yet” Daphne argued immediately and with the same smile as before on her lips, kicked a puddle of water, splashing quite some in his already wet pants. The angry expression on his face made her laugh loudly her unique laugh.

You laughed also, and then found his gaze landing on yours once more. “Are you on her side, (Y/N)?” a drop of water right in that moment ran down his nose and fell in the grass. He stood close, closely than you had noticed before. Just two steps, and you could have touched his chest.

As you lost yourself in such a tempting and inappropriate thought, Lady Bridgerton appeared on the back door, in the exact same spot Anthony had been before, her mouth hanging open in shock for moment as she saw what has occurring on her own garden. “What is happening? Anthony Bridgerton! You allowed your sister and Miss (Y/N) to such recklessness?” Anthony did not even turn around at hearing his mother’s angry voice, just sighted once again and looked at Daphne when she laughed hard like before. “Come inside right now, the three of you, before you fall ill!”

“My exact same words” Anthony said, eyes on the grass, as you three obediently walked back to the inside of the Bridgerton’s house.

“Sorry to get you in trouble, brother” Daphne said, but both her tone and expression made it clear that she had not even a bit of regret. When reaching the back door, she was the first one to rush inside and disappear in the corridors after getting a blanket from her mother, leaving a trail of water behind her.

“I apologize, Anthony” you said, smile having completely faded away now. Eyes on the floor because you refused to look him in the eye. You took no pleasure in causing him any kind of trouble, especially with his mother, whom now had stepped away to get another two blankets.

Anthony did realize your afflictions, because he instantly replied. “All is well, (Y/N), do not worry” the softness of his tone made you raise your eyes. You were surprised to find him smiling at you. “By the end of the night, my mother will have forgiven me already”

You smiled because of the confidence on his voice. “I am glad”

You both went silent then, the heavy rain outside continuing to fall and the distant thunders seeming to be as loud as ever. With your eyes locked in one another’s, none of you said a thing. It was a peaceful moment, an intimate one. Shared by just the two of you.

“Oh, my dear, you must be freezing!” Lady Violet Bridgerton came back with two other blankets and carefully placed one around your shoulders, wrapping you in it and without even knowing, ruining one of the best moments you could think of. “What will your mother think of my hospitality if she finds out what has happened in my own garden! Come, Daphne will borrow you a dress for the evening” as she made you walk away after having given the other blanket to Anthony, you could feel his gaze burning your back.

Oh, how you wished to turn back around and stare into his eyes in peaceful silence once more.

[ II ]

“Are you nervous about the next season?” Daphne asked as she looked at you from the couch she sat in, in one of the many rooms in the Bridgerton’s house.

Having taken your place in the very couch that faced hers, you sighted. “Of course” you looked down at your hands, that were joined in your lap. “We are to be wed in the next season already. How could I not be” a pure nervous laugh escaped your mouth as you admitted so. In hopes that no one would see, by the corner of your eye, you looked over at Anthony, who was sitting at a small table, reading a book. He was always your dream when you thought of marriage.

“You should not worry too much, (Y/N)” Benedict, who had been playing with Gregory for the past twenty minutes, came to sit by your side in a relaxed position. “You will have many suitors, I am sure. Daphne, though…” the unfinished sentence had the desired effect, because Daphne opened her mouth with an offended expression and you laughed with Benedict. In your own mind, you thanked him for being so good and helping to ease some of your tension.

“While (Y/N) marries a gentleman, Daphne will find herself being courted by an old man with no hair left in his head” Colin joined the fun and Daphne’s only response was to roll her eyes and cross her arms over her chest. Benedict though, once again laughed loudly.

“Benedict and Colin Bridgerton, stop making fun of your sister!” Lady Bridgerton said from her spot at the other side of the room as she walked towards your small group. Her expression though betrayed her tone, because she had a small pleased smile on her lips. “I am sure both of them will find a very good match and will be happily wed by the end of the next season, with gentlemens of the highest esteem”

"I hope so, mama" Daphne said truly, smiling at her mother. In the same moment, the sound of a chair being dragged against the floor caught everyone's attention and you all looked in that direction in time to see Anthony storming out the room. You frowned as you wondered what had happened, concern filling your being before you could even control your own emotions.

Not wanting to cause a fush about it, since all the others had apparently ignored his departure as something ordinary, you waited a few minutes in which you pretended to hear the words spoken by Benedict and his mother before you excused yourself and once out in the corridors, started to look for Anthony.

You found him on the library, his face was turned away from you but you could quite well imagine his mood by whatever it was that afflicted him, for the way he moved, tense and yet fast. That was not like Anthony Bridgerton at all.

"Anthony?" you called while entering the room, unsure if you should even disturb him in such time. He had gone away with the clear intention of being alone but still... you could not help it. You had to know he was well.

The sound of your voice made him turn around in the exact same instant and he went to you with a serious expression on his features, so serious it only served to increase your concern. "Anthony, what is—" before you could even finish, he walked past you and for a second you thought he was going to leave but then, he surprised you by closing the door and shuting you both inside. Alone. His expression did not change at all. You stared at him like was crazy. "Anthony, what are you doing? If your mother finds out we are in here alone she will never allow me into your house again!"

And you could not even bare that thought. Yes, Lady Violet was a nice woman, she had never objected you and Daphne at playing with the boys when you were children and as you grown up, she found it pleasing that all of you enjoyed each other's company so much but still, now that you were practically of age to marry, to be without a chaperone in a closed room with a man who was not from your family, it was a scandal. Even if that man was the one you loved with all your heart and had known since forever.

"(Y/N)" he said, taking a deep breath and walking towards you, ignoring your previous words like they meant nothing. He clearly did not see the danger. He stopped a mere step away, looking into your eyes with such meaning you suddenly found it difficult to breathe. His eyes, were as troubled as a storm day. It confused you. "I—" he stopped, took anothet deep breath, looked at his feet. Then he raised his eyes to yours again with renewed determination. "I want to—" again, he seemed to lack the words to finish his thought and clearly frustrated, looked away once more, this time at a point above your head.

All of his actions and words made no sense at all to you and frankly, you started to wonder if he was not drunk, even though you had not seen him drinking. "Anthony, you are concerning me" you said simply, and that statement made in a low, careful tone seemed to be enough to make him snap out of whatever it was that was holding him back.

"I want you to make me a promise, (Y/N)" you opened your mouth to ask him what he meant by that but he was quicker and shockingly taking your hands in his as he kept staring into your eyes, answered to your unspoken question. "I want you to promise me that if I propose to you, you will at least perhaps consider marrying me"

All air left your lungs. Surely, you had heard it wrong. There was no way Anthony Bridgerton, your ever being passion, had just expressed his intentions of proposing to you in the future. That could not be true. Dreams are not realized just like that.

"A-Anthony..." you began, heart pounding in your chest like never before.

The Bridgerton mistook your surprise by hesitation and immediately let go of your hands and stepped back, creating some distance between you both. "I apologize for being so forward. I did not mean to make you uncomfortable"

"Uncomfortable? Anthony, I do not believe I have ever been happier!" as it was his turn to frown in confusion, you were the one who approached him and smiled brightly while looking into his eyes. "I promise, of course! I want to marry you, Anthony. I really do" you looked down and slowly, joined your hands together like he had done before. "Deep down, I believed you had already noticed my affection towards you"

"It crossed my mind once or twice, but I thought it was just my mind fooling me. I dared not to believe you felt the same way I did" he chuckled, happily. You thought you had never seen him with a smile as big as that one on his face. "Hearing my brothers and mother talking about you marrying someone else in there, I could not stand it" he admitted, and a glimpse of shame seemed to cross his features for a moment. "In the next season, when you will be presented in society, I will propose to you. And if you desire to, we will get married"

Trying to control your own happiness, that was immesurable because everything seemed to be perfect, you nodded your head in agreement. "We will get married"

[ III ]

The months were passing too fast. Already, you had only a few months before the season in which you would be presented in society and it would be expected of you to be well married soon.

I will marry Anthony, you thought to yourself with a smile on your face as you enjoyed the peace and quiet of your bedroom for a while. Staring at the ceiling above your head, you had no doubt that everything would work out just fine.

If he was a man of no fortune, your father and mother (your mother especially) would for certain object to your union. But he was Bridgerton, their status and wealth were as high as your own if not bigger and so, there would absolutely be no arguing. You dared to say, she would even be thrilled by the fact that you were going to marry the one day to be Viscount.

Nothing could go wrong, you thought to yourself while smiling still. He loved you. Just as you loved him. With the same intensity and amount of desire, you had seen it in his eyes when he had spoken his mind in the Bridgerton library. You would be happy together, really happy.

Knocks on the door got your attention. "Sister, mind if I come in?"

Immediately in surprise, you sat up and laughing softly because of the joy that hearing his voice brought you, spoke. "Do come in!"

The door was opened then, and you watched as your brother slipped inside of your room, smiling down at you with a warm smile. Without saying a word he opened his arms and you without a moment of hesitation, threw yourself in his arms and hugged him tightly. "I have missed you too, dear" he said with a laugh escaping his mouth.

Only after several moments you stepped back, to be able to really look at him. Thomas Kerrington, your older brother, was smiling as he looked at you. He wore his uniform, and he looked beautiful in it. The pride of the family, the youngest soldier ever made Coronel because of his courage and whom recieved the command of complete troops of soldiers only weeks later. Since he had joined the Royal Army, you barely saw him twice a year. He was too valuable to be away from action often and you understood that but still, you missed your brother.

"How long will you be staying?" you asked while pulling him towards your bed by the hand, and making him sit down with you.

"Just a couple of days" he answered, smile fading a bit just as you did. Thomas still squeezed your hand in his. "My regiment is being moved and as we are going to be facing hard months soon, I thought it would be nice to see my family" he watched your eyes for a few moments and then, opened a bright smile again and put the sadness aside, like it was typical of Thomas. He always knew how to bring happiness into a room. "Are you excited for the next season?" the young Coronel was not married himself. Having since very soon been involved in the Army's business and interests, court a wife had not been a priority to him and still was not.

"I am, actually" you admitted, looking down at your joined hands as all your thoughts about Anthony and the prospect of marrying him came rushing back into your mind. You and Thomas had always been close, really close. He was a incredible brother who loved his little sister very much and was always there for her. The thought of confiding in someone seemed nice, and whom could be better to do that with than your brother? "I already know who I want to marry, brother"

"Is that so?" raising your eyes to meet his, you saw that he was still smiling. "And is he a good man?" you nodded your head, and Thomas inspected your eyes with his. "Are you sure he will make you happy, sister?"

"I have no doubt" you replied, confident.

Thomas chuckled by your certainty. "Very well then, I guess I have no reason to object to such union" he passed one of his arms around your shoulders and brought you close to him, so you would lay your head on his shoulder. It was so good, to have him there in that moment. "Will you tell me his name, perhaps?"

You thought about it for a moment. He was your brother, you were sure he would not tell anyone. And even though he and Anthony had never been very close friends, they always got along well. But you should not, not when you and Anthony had come into an agreement of keeping it a secret. At least for now. "Come back during the season and, perhaps, you will get here in time to our wedding" you said and the sound of Thomas laugh filled the bedroom.

"Does it have a date already?" accompanying him in laughter, you appreciated your brother's presence. Very much.

[ IV ]

"It does sound like an interest book" you told Eloise with honesty, after having just read some pages of the book she had been reading herself and after some discussion about the quality of it with Daphne, asked you to give an opinion on it.

"Thank you, (Y/N)" Eloise smiled brightly at you and then extended the smile towards Daphne, who sitting on the couch across from you two, rolled her eyes because you had taken her sister's side. "At least you know how to appreciate a good book"

"Perhaps you should consider respecting my opinion, Eloise" Daphne told her younger sibling, with a bit of annoyance in her voice. Those two were always bickering with each other and you, as the oldest best friend, was always around to witness it.

"I do respect your opinion, sister, I simply think that it is not a wise one" you gave the book back to the younger Bridgerton while she said so.

Daphne seemed to be ready to give her a proper reply when Anthony entered the room. His eyes met yours and he smiled tenderly at you for a moment before looking at his sisters. "Have you both seen mother and father?"

"They went to accompany the Kerrington's to the market" Daphne said, referring to your parents, and you nodded in agreement.

"Oh, well" he placed his hands on his waist and sighted. "I shall wait for them to return, then"

"Continuing to plan your travel, brother?" Eloise asked, opening the book back to the page in which she had stopped reading.

"Travel?" you could not stop yourself before echoing the word, surprise quickly taking a hold of you. Your eyes went to Anthony instantly and by the expression on his face, you saw that he was not pleased with Eloise for having said so much.

"Anthony has decided he is going to travel for a while, explore the world alone and live some adventures perhaps" Daphne said, also turning around to look at her brother. "Colin will not stop talking about how much he wants to do the same one day"

"Oh, I see" it took all you had to maintain a natural, comfortable expression on your face. He was going to travel. Just a few months before the season in which you should be married. How long would he stay away? When would he return? Would he ever? All of those thoughts filled your mind and made your heartbeat get faster and faster. You dared not to say anything. No one knew about your intentions to marry one another, and you had agreed to keep it in that way.

Anthony, knowing you so well, clearly saw through your contained emotion. "I just remembered, (Y/N)! Benedict is asking for your opinion in one of his latest sketches, will you accompany me?" it was a lie. You could see that it was, even though his sisters did not see through the fake smile on his face.

Forcing a smile and nodding in agreement briefly, you got up, telling Daphne you would be right back, to which she agreed. After that, you followed Anthony out of the room and to one of the corridors close to the kitchen, where there was no one else by that time. Anthony stopped there, turned around to look at you and sighted heavily because of your sad expression. "I did not mean for you to find out like that"

You raised your eyes to meet his at that, in pure disbelief. "And how was I supposed to find out? Through Daphne, when you had already left?"

"I was going to tell you tomorrow, at dinner" he said in a rush, looking around after a moment to make sure there was absolutely no one there. He took the time to make sure his voice was low as he spoke. "Nothing has changed, (Y/N). I will marry you. This travel, it will take two months, maybe a bit more but nothing great. The season is in three months. I will be back in time, I promise"

You stared into his eyes deeply, worry filling your expression still. Under your inspection, he seemed so genuine and decided. It felt like he had everything planned, had thought everything through. "Are you sure this is what you want?" you asked then, not thinking of yourself, but of him. Travels made alone could be dangerous. And if something happened to him... you did not even wanted to consider that idea.

"I am, (Y/N)" he stepped even closer to you and held your hands, like he had a habit of to. You did like the familiarity of that simple touch. "I want to marry you, but first, I would like to see the world. Later, I shall be all yours"

The honesty in his voice made you smile, emotion was so strong your eyes went blurry with tears. "Then you must go. Do as you desire and when you get back, I will be eager to know all about what you have seen"

Anthony smiled. Letting go of one of your hands and bringing it to cup your face, he sighted. "You are the goodest person I have ever known"

You smiled, leaning into his touch.

Before, you had been nervous by the arrival of the social season. Now, all you wanted was for it to come quickly. As quickly as possible.

[ V ]

"If I may say, you look astonishing tonight, Lady Kerrington" Lord Edwards said, with a polite smile on his lips after having just given you a glass of a drink he had gotten from the Queen's table.

The ball had begun sometime around an hour before. The ball thrown by the Queen herlself that declared opened the social season. You were now, officially able to be courted and expected to be married by the end of it, if you had success. You had gone with your mother and father and as they had stepped away to talk to some friends, you had been left alone in the room and seeing the opportunity, Lord Edwards had approached you.

He was a gentleman, Lord Edwards. He was young, handsome, quite wealthy and his manners were flattering. By a young Lady's, like yourself, point of view, he should be the perfect husband. But not for you.

Because he was not Anthony.

Just to think of his name, it brought back the pain of missing him. Since the day in which he left for his travel, you had not seen him again. Of course, his journey had been cut short because his father, the Viscount Bridgerton, had died tragically all of the sudden, at a young age. It made Anthony have to make the arrangements to return sooner than expected.

And he did. A month and a half after he had parted, he was forced to return because he was now, the Viscount. As the eldest son, he had the responsibility of being there for his family, especially in such a tragic time.

Until this very day, you had not seen him since his return. As Daphne's best friend, you were still always in the Bridgerton residence, after her father's death even more, because you provided the young Lady the comfort she needed. There, you only caught glimpes of him once or twice, a rushed greeting that ended up with him leaving the room seconds later.

You did not blame him for it, of course not. His life had changed so much and so suddenly that it would be a challenge for everyone in his position. He should concentrate in the matters of importance for his family, it was needed. You would not bother him with affairs that were not urgent at the time. No, everything was set, also. He would propose sometime after doing some courting in the season, and you two would get happily married. And that would be it.

Looking around the ballroom, everytime the doors were opened you would look, expecting to see Daphne arrive. It would be nice to have a friend in the same situation you were in. As Lord Edwards went on in a conversation about his great interest in social events, you looked down at your dress. It was a beautiful blue dress, made with soft fabric. The little details here and there made it even more beautiful. Part of your hair had been pulled up and placed there delicately while leaving the rest of strands released freely, in a hair style that you did not fail to notice, got quite some attention from some of the other young Ladys.

Lord Edwards had just began his affirmation of how much he enjoyed the city rather than the country, when the doors were again opened and this time when you looked, your expectations were indeed achieved.

Daphne had just arrived. She looked absolutely gorgeous, making you smile instantly. At her right side stood her mother, Lady Bridgerton, ever an elegant woman and at her left side, stood Anthony.

Oh, the way your pulse accelerated at the sight of him. He was absolutely handsome, wearing the most formal clothes he had. His dark hair was as always that elegant mess you never got enough of. His eyes were inspecting the room, you smiled thinking that perhaps, he could be looking for you.

"Will you excuse me, Lord Edwards?" you said suddenly to the Lord, interrupting him in the middle of a sentence and he, a bit sad and yet completely polite, just nodded his head and bid you farewell.

You found yourself walking towards the small Bridgerton group, feet seeming to carry you there on their own even though you did know it would be reasonable to wait. But no, you could not help it.

"(Y/N) you look absolutely gorgeous!" Daphne exclaimed when she saw you, smiling as you stopped right in front of her. "Look, Mama, how beautiful she is!" you felt your cheeks get a bit red under your friend's compliments and the fact that you knew, that Anthony was hearing them and beside her, inspected you with his eyes also.

"My Lady Kerrington, how your mother must be proud of having such a lovely daughter!" Lady Bridgerton said, and that filled you with joy.

"I am sure you should be the one who is proud, Lady Bridgerton, because I have no doubt in my mind that Daphne will be the diamond of the season" your friend smiled as she made sense to your words and then, as you fell silent for a moment, you turned to her left to look at Anthony, whom had stayed silent until them. As your eyes met, it was as if sparks were flying all around you. "Viscount Bridgerton"

"Lady Kerrington" he replied. The kind of smile you expected to see in his features was not there. His eyes did not stare at you for a long while before he looked away. That was unsual. Before you could make up some conversation, a Lord came closer and asked Daphne for a dance. You watched with a smile as he stepped away with the man and then, as Lady Bridgerton came into a conversation with Lady Danbury, Anthony surprised you by stepping closer to you. "Lady Kerrington, mind if we have a word?"

"Of—" you did not even finished before he had already began to walk away from the doors, where the greatest amount of people were gathered around. Frowning, you rushed as graciously as you could after him, stopping only to leave your glass, that had been given to you by Lord Edwards, on a table.

Anthony only stopped walking when you were both close to one of the walls of the room, just enough away from others so no one could hear what you spoke about or if they did, would not pay much attention to it. Facing each other, after so long, it felt amazingly good. "It is nice to see you, (Y/N)" his voice was low, so no one would hear him call you by your first name.

You smiled, eyes meeting in a way that made your heart beat even faster, which you did not think was quite possible. "It is nice to see you too, Anthony" your voice was as low as he was. "I have missed—"

"I have to tell you something, (Y/N)" he cut you off shortly, eyes not on yours them. There was something in Anthony that did not seem like him at all. His jaw was clenched, his body was all uptight. He seemed more distant to you now than he had ever been in his travel on the other side of the world.

"Very well" you took a moment to be able to get those words out, because all of your happiness had already began to slip away. Surely, there were bad news coming ahead. The way he looked... or even better, did not look at you, that could not mean nothing good. "What is it?"

Anthony did not speak quite instantly. He looked around the room for a while, then took a deep breath. "I can not marry you, (Y/N)"

That felt like a punch. Right to your stomach, making you sick and your head spin like you had suddenly been privated from air itself. And even though you had to fight back the tears of confusion that dared to fall from your eyes, Anthony did not seem to share your emotion at all. He looked stern, decided.

"W-what happened?" you asked, voice trembling and honestly one string away from failing completely. He did not say anything. You were the one to take a deep breath then. "Anthony, look me in the eye" and only then he did. He looked right at you and you felt your heart break in a million pieces. "I understand if because of your father and your new title, you do not find marriage the most important thing right now. I really understand. You must have enough duties and responsibilities at the moment. But there is no problem. I will wait for you, Anthony. I will—"

"I do not want you to wait for me, (Y/N)" Anthony's tone was decisive. "It has nothing to do with my father or my responsibilities"

Your confusion only grew more and more and what you thought would be an amazing evening, was quickly revealing itself to be an awful one. "Then what—"

"I have someone else" he said and before you could even take in that information, he went on with his narrative. "I met her after I came back from my travel, in the occasion of my father's death. I have been with her ever since. I was with her before I came here today. I have been avoiding you all this time, because I did not have the courage to tell you about this. But I figured that this could no longer be postponed"

Your vision was so blurry you could not even see his face clearly. He had someone else. He did not want to marry you. "You said you loved me" were the words you spoke. You hoped no one was looking at you two because if they were, you had no doubt about how crushed you looked.

That simple phrase seemed to finally get a reaction from Anthony. He looked away from you for another moment, took another deep breath. And then, looked back into your eyes. "I am sorry, (Y/N). But she is the one that I truly love" and even though he showed a small reaction then, it was not even close to the amount required to such matter. He was dealing with you as if you were a simple affair that had to be taken care of. He had indeed become the Viscount, after all.

You swallowed the knot in your throat, spent countless silent moments trying to fight back the tears. And you stared into Anthony's eyes, and made him see just how much you loved him. Just how much he had hurt you. "I wish you happiness, Viscount Bridgerton"

You saw that Anthony swallowed dry. "(Y/N)..."

But you did not stay to hear what he had to say. You turned around and without being able to contain yourself made a run to the door, attracting everyone's attention to you. Tears fell from your eyes and you were so desoriented that you ran right into someone's chest. Cleaning the tears away with your hands, you met Lord Edwards eyes. "Lady Kerrington, are you well?" Without answering him, you continued to run to the door and only stopped when you felt the cold air of the night on your skin.

You cried, hurt by a man who had just made clear he did not want to marry you. He did not want you at all. You wanted to leave. You wanted to lock yourself in your bedroom and not get out anytime soon. Maybe never.

But most of all, what you really wanted but could not have, was your older brother. The comfort only he could give you in that moment.

[ VI ]

Dear readers,

From this author's perspective, after last night's ball, this social season looks quite promising. Young Ladies were presented into society in search of husbands, mothers have inspected their suitors and the Queen watched it all from her throne, seeming entertained. The night was filled with courting and dances, really a magical night for all the debutantes'.

It came to this author's ears though, that the night was not so magical for everyone. It seems that the young Lady Kerrington and Viscount Bridgerton were seen sharing a very meaningful conversation before she left the event in tears. What did they say to each other, is the question that remains. More specifically, what could the Viscount have said that made the young Lady feel so heartbroken?

Let us be attentive to the upcoming events, dear readers. If I learn to know something interesting in the future, and I always do, you all will the be the ones I share the not so secret with.

This author was a feeling, that many more scandals are yet to come.

Lady Whistledown

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merakiaes · 3 years

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Captain Jealous - William Lennox

Pairing: William Lennox x reader

Requested: By @neemonroe

Prompts: #20, #41, #42 from the smut-list.

Warnings/notes: Takes place before Transformers. Not proofread so sorry in advance for any mistakes. Might be a little bit OOC but I still hope you’ll enjoy it. Please reblog and comment, it would make my day <3

Wordcount: 3806

Summary: Flirting with Will only seems to result in annoyance, but when you finally turn your attention elsewhere, he’s not very pleased.

Growing up, your mother had always told you to be the kind of woman that, when your feet hit the floor each morning, the Devil says, “oh crap, she’s up”.

You lived by those words every day of your life, not once backing down from a fight, always standing up for what was right, as well as holding your own and never giving up on getting the things you wanted.

To most, you were one of the strongest and most admirable women they’d ever gotten the pleasure of meeting, but to others… well, let’s just say that you might have taken your mother’s words a bit too literally.

You were absolutely relentless when you put your mind to something and one of the many people who had fallen victim to that stubbornness was William Lennox.

Having enrolled in the army around the same time and being equally as good at what you did both back in training and in the field, the two of you had always respected each other and rather than being competitive, tried your best to lift each other up.

If one of you took control of a situation and started shouting out orders, the other didn’t question it, not even when Will eventually passed you in ranks. Because your minds worked in the exact same ways and so it didn’t really matter who gave the orders since the orders would be the same in the end, anyway, no matter whose lips they passed.

But you did differ in the way that Will much preferred to keep his personal life separated from his professional life, while you had a habit of letting them merge together, which inevitably resulted in you bringing the obvious attraction you felt for him with you out on the field.

Will was one of the people who thought you had taken your mother’s advice a bit too literally. That was what he told you on a daily basis as a response to your endless flirting, at least. But you knew better; you knew that he, at least to some extent, reciprocated your attractions, thanks to the few moments you had shared back in training.

“It was all fun and games back then”. He liked to say in that stern, military voice he had picked up the second he was promoted to Captain. “But this is the real deal. This is serious, and this, this thing you’re doing, is unprofessional.”

Ever the workaholic soldier, he was, at this point basically having dedicated his entire life to the job with no time to spare for fun. But no matter how hard he tried denying it, you knew that the two of you shared something, and so did every other member of your squad.

The only ones who seemed completely clueless to this were the newbies and as you gradually lost hope that your stubborn captain would ever admit and give in to his feelings, you found it to be a breath of fresh air to be able to spend time with people who weren’t constantly making suggestive remarks and fueling the attraction from your side.

One, in particular, caught your eye; tall, dark and handsome. He had yet to gain more muscle than the bare minimum and was, admittedly, kind of lanky. He was one year younger than you which was way too young seeing as you’d otherwise not even go for guys the same age as you, but he had banter and shared your flirty, dirty, cheeky sense of humor which, most definitely, made up for what he lacked in life-experience.

Will had smugly watched all of the newbies try to make a move on you only to be shot down quicker than your enemies, but then the last of the soldiers had swept up by your side, put a long, lean arm over your shoulders, and hit you with the cheesiest pick-up line he had ever heard.

“How you doing, mama? You must be a parking ticket, ‘cuz you got fiiine written all over you.”

While Epps, Fig and the rest of the team broke out into laughter at the man’s poor technique, Will’s face transformed from smug to stone-cold murderer.

Why? Because he knew that you didn’t want a man to tell you the stars reflected in your eyes or that you took their breath away with your beauty.

What you wanted was someone who could make you laugh, and when you threw your head back and joined in on the seemingly endless laughing fit, he was overtaken by a feeling so strong that he didn’t quite know what to do with himself.

And you noticed the change of demeanor immediately. The long, hard stares were only the tip of the iceberg, as was the way he would move closer to you and find a way to touch you as much as he possibly could without making it inappropriate or suspicious.

The most extreme part of his change in behavior was how hard and strict he suddenly became with the rookie, who had quickly earned himself the reputation of your very own lapdog.

He got scolded even for the most insignificant of mistakes, always got put on parade as the “example” in exercises in which he was usually thrown to the ground by Will himself and totally and completely humiliated.

Of course, those moments were just poor thinking on Will’s part seeing as you, besides being incredibly flirty and witty, also happened to be one of the most caring members of the team.

Not only did he have to watch you laugh until your stomach hurt at the rookie’s bad jokes, but he also had to watch you comfort and reassure him after his one-on-one’s with the Captain.

And still, Will couldn’t stop himself from making the same mistake again and again, the consequences every time being that he was stuck watching you fuss over the younger soldier, because no matter how much it vexed him, he knew that you knew why he was acting the way he was.

It was all a game to you and he played along because he wanted to keep showing you that he was the better option. Unluckily for the rookie, though, Will’s method of showing dominance was through physical contact.

You knew what Will was doing, how he was trying to punish the rookie, mildly and legally, of course, while simultaneously trying to show you that he was displeased with what was going on; that he wanted it to stop.

To a start, you only showed interest in the rookie to fuck with Will, but you quickly realized that he was actually a fun guy to hang around.

You enjoyed spending time with him. Not a second with him went without laughter and it was nice to be able to have fun like that for a change, and soon enough, you’d more or less forgotten about the silent war between the two of you.

You probably knew that it wasn’t a real interest, judging by the way you didn’t even care enough to remember his name, but it was fun to have another banter-buddy.

You’d had an identical friendship with Epps since the start, but two people could only keep the creativity up for so long; after a while, you just couldn’t come up with witty remarks and sarcastic jokes, anymore.

Up until then, Will had still kept his disapproval about the whole thing lowkey, because as long as you were only doing what you were doing to make him jealous, you were still interested.

But when you started making moves on the rookie with genuine interest, without looking over at Will while doing it, it was no longer a game.

While already on the topic of games, you were completely useless when it came to cards. It didn’t matter what game you played; you’d always end up as the loser. And although you enjoyed the banter that followed the teasing of your poor card-playing abilities, your patience wasn’t endless.

“Alright, I’m calling it.” You chuckled after losing the fifth game of the evening, dropping your thick deck of cards onto the table in front of you.

“Really? But it was going so good for you.” Epps wasted no time in firing back with feign-surprise, to which all you did was deliver a sharp slap to his head.

The table broke out into laughter. “You had that coming.” Fig shook his head, successfully starting a metaphorical war.

You chuckled at their antics and pushed back your chair, getting to your feet and stretching your arms above your head.

“I’m gonna take a shower.” You said, and wasted no time in starting to collect your things.

The rookie’s attention was instantly piqued, and so was Will’s, who had been playing in silence nearly the entire time you’d been there.

“You know, I need to shower, too.” He stated, shrugging his shoulders with a smirk. “So, I should probably join you. You know, save water. Provide some extra heat.”

“Oh, yeah?” You raised a playful eyebrow and chuckled. “Tempting offer, but I’ll have to take a raincheck on that. Glad to know I have options, though. Maybe next time.”

Without waiting for his reply, you snatched your jacket from a nearby stool and playfully flicked his forehead, before turning around and walking away, completely oblivious of the pairs of eyes that kept watching you from the table you had just left.

You went about your shower routine like you always did; get undressed, wash hair, wash body, turn off the water in-between washes, get dried and get dressed again. Sharing the water with so many people could be hard, so you couldn’t really take the long, thoughtful showers you did when at home.

You were out again as quickly as you had gotten in and took your time getting lotioned and dressed, getting as much self-care into your night as you possibly could when at a military base.

“What are you doing with the new kid?”

You should’ve been significantly more aware of your surroundings as a soldier but in your defense, everyone dropped their guard to some extent when in a safe environment, so the scream that came out of your mouth at the sudden sound of a voice was completely justified.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” You swore as you jumped around, hastily reaching for your damp towel to cover your bare chest.

Coming face to face with a furious-looking Will, you glared. “Knock much?”

He didn’t look amused in the slightest, crossing his arms over his chest. “Knock, knock. Answer my question.”

Your mouth snapped shut at the dominance behind his voice and your eyes instinctively flickered to his biceps, veins and muscle more defined than ever in the way he had positioned his arms.

You were, however, proud to say that you were quick to come back to your senses, your eyes snapping back to meet his.

“Do you, maybe, oh, I don’t know, want to turn around?” You asked sarcastically with a raised eyebrow.

If you wanted him to turn around to gain privacy for yourself or simply because you couldn’t stop glancing at his bulging biceps, you didn’t know, but no matter the reason behind your wish, he didn’t move an inch.

“Answer the question.” Was all that he said, and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m just having a bit of fun.”

“Do you like him?” His questions kept shooting out as quickly as bullets and, again, you couldn’t refrain from rolling your eyes.

“He’s fun to be around.” You said simply, giving him a slightly annoyed glare before turning around and dropping the towel to continue getting dressed.

Will didn’t even try to cover the fact that he was checking you out, eyes shamelessly traveling your form and taking his sweet time to remember all the details his eyes could reach.

It wasn’t like this was the first time one of you saw the other only partly clothed – you know, it was kind of inevitable for all of you to catch a glimpse of each other’s birthday suits once every blue moon - so once the shock of his sudden appearance had melted off, the nervousness followed.

“But do you like-like him?”

At the sound of that question in particular, you couldn’t help but snort.

“What is this? Third grade?” You threw him an amused look over your shoulder. “Say that I do like-like him, do you think I should ask Epps if he can give him a note asking him to check yes or no on whether or not he’d like to be my boyfriend?” You gave him a sarcastic pout.

At this point, Will was completely fed up with your inability to take anything seriously and spun you around by your arm.

Luckily, you had just finished hooking your bra behind your back, said bra thankfully covering your chest from his view.

“Can you not make a joke about everything?” He asked, your wrist firmly held in his hand. “You have to realize how bad this looks to our superiors. First me, and now him. You can’t go around flirting with everyone. It makes you look unprofessional and uncommitted and that, in turn, makes it look like I can’t do my job.”

“Is that really what’s got your big-soldier-boy panties in a twist, though?” You narrowed your eyes challengingly, and slowly fought your wrist out of his grip to, instead, grab a hold of his hand.

Further proving your point, he did nothing to protest, the glare remaining in his eyes, but the rest of his face being overtaken by exasperation.

“I just don’t get it.” He said. “You spend all this time pushing my buttons, being completely insufferable with your never-ending flirting, and now you’re suddenly interested in someone else?”

“I think the real question here is why you’re suddenly interested when I’ve spent so much time trying to get your attention to no avail and now, what? You suddenly want me because I might be interested in someone else?” You raised an eyebrow, and couldn’t deny the flash of heat going through your body when he lowly growled.

“I’ve never not wanted you.” He objected. “And you’re not interested in the rookie.”

“How would you know?”

“Because I know you.”

“So what you’re saying is, basically, that you can’t be with me, but I also can’t be interested in anyone else.”

“We both know that relationships in this work are highly frowned upon and-“

“Highly frowned upon, but not forbidden. You’ve still had the option to choose, and you actively chose not to act on it. Just making that clear.”

“I haven’t acted on it because it’s wrong.”

“If it’s so wrong…” You started, a sharp shiver going down your spine as your bare back hit the cold, wet tiles. “Then why did you just corner me in the shower?”

During that short minute of back-and-forth arguing, he had done just that, the two of you now standing chest against chest in the darkest corner of the room.

Your face was pulled into a determined glare, as was his, and the tension and intensity behind your shared stare was enough to have all of the previously discussed issues forgotten in less than a microsecond.

The proximity between you in combination with the fact that you were at an obvious disadvantage in height and size made you feel both hot and cold at the same time. You felt like prey under his stare. You found yourself liking it all the while you were hating the feeling of being so powerless, and your inner conflict only added to the tension.

“You have no idea how much willpower it’s taken me to keep resisting you, to keep turning you down.” He spoke slowly, and lowly. “Each of my thoughts about you are improper and you put all of those thoughts into my head every day, pulling my strings, pushing my buttons, just walking around being… you.”

In one smooth motion, he intertwined his fingers with yours, and your eyes automatically flickered down to watch your now joined-together digits; rough and calloused meeting even rougher and more calloused.

“I like you. I care about you. More than I should.” He continued, prompting you to look back up with an eyebrow raised.

“And?”

“What do you want me to say?” He asked, exasperated and impatient. “Do you want me to say that I want to be with you? Because I do. I. Want. To. Be. With. You.”

You snickered at his over-dramatic emphasizing, finding it nothing short of amusing that he’d been protesting and telling you how wrong it was only seconds before, and now he was more or less proclaiming his love for you. That, more than anything, just showed how stubborn he was.

“Took you long enough.” You mused, leaning your head back into the wall and smirking, all while looking him straight in the eye. “It’s just too bad that I’ve grown so fond of the rookie. You know, he’s quite-“

Before you could finish your sentence, you were interrupted by Will’s lips crashing into yours, roughly and urgently. In the process, you were pushed even further into the wall behind you, and as the sudden force threw you off balance, you instinctively reacted by moving your arms up to his neck to hold yourself in place.

In return, his hands moved to each side of your waist, big, warm hands squeezing down on the flesh that had long ago turned cold from being bare in the nippy air for so long.

You had always imagined what it would feel like to be touched by him like this, but not even your wildest imagination could compare to the intensity of the tingles that spread through your stomach and chest.

Your hands slowly sneaked up the back of his neck, your body reacting automatically, but just as you were about to tousle your fingers in his hair, the moment ended when he pulled away.

Both of you were left panting in silence, the only sounds available for your ears to hear being your ragged breaths and the rhythmic dripping of the shower beside you.

“Wow, Captain.” You were the first one to speak. “I knew you were hot for me, but try to keep it in your pants. That was hardly professional.”

Just like that, your sarcastic persona returned as if it had never left in the first place, your eyes opening after having been closed up until then and meeting his with a playful grin.

A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest. “I’m pretty sure you threw professional straight out the window the first time we met.” He pointed out and much to your dismay, stepped back. “Are you going to stop encouraging the rookie, now?”

Getting straight to the point, okay.

“I don’t know…” You shrugged casually, bringing your hand up to your face to inspect your nails and peeking up at him through your lashes with a devilish smirk. “Jealousy looks kinda good on you.”

“I’m not jealous!” He exclaimed quickly, and you immediately raised an eyebrow as a way to say ‘really?’

“I’m not jealous.” He repeated, this time in a lower, calmer tone. “It’s just, you’re mine.”

Those two words alone were enough to make you inwardly groan, like one would when eating that first scoop of ice cream after not having been able to eat any in a week. Or a day.

But in a brave attempt to not make a fool of yourself, you remained in your teasing element, raising your eyebrows and hitting him back with a feign-uncaring: “Is that so?”

To that, he stepped closer to you once again, brought his hands up to cradle your cheeks, and playfully glared.

“Stop flirting with the rookie.” He repeated.

“Is that an order?” You asked.

“I’m asking politely.” He lied.

“Hmmm….” You hummed, pretending to think only for a moment, before flashing him a shit-eating grin. “No. I’m having way too much fun watching you squirm.”

Still leaning against the wall, you carefully pushed yourself up, pushed your chest against his and watched in success as his eyes flickered down.

Taking your sweet time, you brought your hands up to his chest with agonizingly slow movements and leaned your head up to his.

His breath shook as you brushed your lips over his and whispered against them lowly.

“You’re hot when you’re mad.”

Will pushed his head forward with obvious intentions, but before he could press his lips against yours, you slid out of the tight corner, resulting in him having to catch himself on the wall left behind.

With a proud smile, you walked over to the bench by which you had previously been working on getting dressed and snatched your shirt where it laid.

“You’ll drive me crazy before all this is over, you know that?” Will spoke from behind you, which only made your smile widen.

Quickly pulling on your shirt and collecting the rest of your things, you turned around and walked back up to him where he still stood in the shower.

“That’s always been the plan.” You replied simply, placing a quick peck to the corner of his mouth before once again turning around and walking away, this time leaving him completely alone in the room.

He had to take a few moments to collect himself and regain his composure, and by the time he walked back out, you were nowhere in sight.

With only you on his mind, he headed back to the table where the rest of the team were still playing cards, and sat down in the chair he had occupied before leaving.

“So, now that it’s just us here, I could use some advice on-“ The rookie wasted no time, but didn’t get to finish.

“You couldn’t handle her even if she came with instructions, kid.” Will interrupted without even looking at him, reading his mind without struggle since the person of his interest was one they had in common.

Growing up, your mother had always told you to be the kind of woman that when your feet hit the floor each morning, the Devil says, “oh crap, she’s up”.

To some, this was an admirable quality while, to others, you might have taken your mother’s words a bit too literally.

When it came to Will? Well, he just had nothing bad to say about you. You might’ve gotten on his nerves ninety-nine percent of the time, and been completely and utterly insufferable, but God did he love it.

Taglist: let me know if you want to be tagged in any future Will Lennox fics!

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siriannatan · 1 year

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PLEASE WRITE MORE WITHER-HUSBANDS /NF /NF

I have no pure weather husbands fics in works so I wrote a short story :}

AO3

Pix never thought he'd regret teaching. But, in his seventh year as a university archeology professor he found himself regretting it for a single reason. Scott S. Major. One of his first year students who happened to be a massive flirt and seemed to love messing with Pix. The problem was… he was actually really smart so Pix saw no reason to report anything anywhere. The flirting was mostly just a nuisance. The impressive thing was that Pix was done with him after just one class. And he worked with Sausage. The man could not say a sentence without an innuendo.

His biggest mistake was not checking who signed up to write their masters paper under him. Being known as a strict and demanding he had few students in his last group and even more of them left after the first couple meetings. And, as he checked the list the morning of the first meeting he almost wanted to not go. As a teacher… And all because among the six names on the list there was a Scott S. Major at the very top. In fancy cursive, taking at least three lines. At least there would be more students there…

How wrong was he. Only one person showed up. Scott. Sitting on a bench by Pix's office, in a purple, yellow and blue patchwork sweater, reading a book Pix actually wrote an article for. Completely unbothered that everyone else chickened out. And probably joined Sausage's group. He could not say no if someone wanted to move to him. At least Pix remembered hearing from him that someone did. But five someone's? Maybe Joel? Greek mythology was a popular topic among students…

"Good morning professor," Scott smiled up at him. No doubt trying to be cute. "I have no idea where…"

"Probably listening to Sausage chatter, come on in," Pix stopped him and opened the office. He barely managed to not sigh in mild annoyance. He would have to one-on-one with Scott once a week. He really doubted he'd skip any meeting unless he really had to. Unless… "Since it's probably just the two of us," Pix started, glad his desk was between him and Scott. "We'll be meeting every other week. If you really want to ask something you can just ask after our usual classes," he talked avoiding looking at Scott.

"Aww, I'll look forward to these even more now. Just the two of us. Discussing history. Talk about romantic," Scott hummed making Pixl look up from his notes.

It was just then that Pix realised there were no extra chairs in his office, mostly so other professors would not bother him. And that Scott was now seated on his desk, very close to him.

"Scott, please got off my desk, if you need a chair borrow one from…" Pix could not hold back a heavy sigh. What did he do to deserve this?

"But I'm quite comfy here," Scott pouted, batting his lashes at Pixl.

Pix stared at him for a minute but he did not move. "What you're doing is highly inappropriate and could get us both into trouble," Pix sighed not moving an inch. "I'm your teacher, I'm sure you can guess what kind of rumours it could start," he added as Scott's face showed a shadow of confusion. "Go and…" he froze as tears welled up in Scott's eyes. "Scott… please…"

"I… I worked so hard to… to get here and…" Scott sobbed. "And here's so far from home and… it all just to meet you and…" he continued to shake as Pixl panicked. What was he supposed to do about his student crying because he asked him to stop flirting with him.

"Scott… I'm just worried how everyone would look at you if we ever… yeah… it's nothing to do with you, I promise, but I can't, not if I'm your teacher. People would think your good marks are from that and not from you being smart and working hard. I don't want to do that to you," Pixl stumbled on his words, now stood up and patting Scott's back. Glad there were no cameras in teacher's offices. As much as he usually hated it. "It's all fine, I'm flattered but I can't…"

Scott only sobbed harder, sliding off the desk and into Pix, hiding his face in other's chest. And with enough force so they landed in Pix's chair. "Scott… it's… I'm not going to say it's okay since that will not work, I just can't. I'm sure you're a great and lovely and… but I'm your teacher…" Pix sighed, once again patting Scott's back. And hoping no one would come in. Sausage and Joel were not known for always knocking.

"What if no one knew?" Scott muttered into Pix's shirt between sobbing shudders. "That should be fine, right?"

Pixl sighed. He was sighing a lot today, wasn't he? Scott was right. It could work if they hid it but… he wasn't even sure if he liked Scott like that. He was pretty, yes. And smart. Very pretty and smart… and Pix liked smart. Okay… maybe he likes Scott back. "We would have to be very careful…" he said, a bit hesitant to outright agree.

"I can be careful," Scott pouted, finally looking up from Pix's shirt. His eyes were puffy and red and made Pix feel terrible. "Very careful," he sniffled. "Can we at least try? I'll keep flirting, since people know me for it but… I'll not tell anyone we're a thing? Please…"

"We can try but if it doesn't work out…" Pix started, stopping Scott's attempt at kissing him. "But none of this here. Okay?" Scott nodded with a hint of smile tugging on his lips. "We can try then," Pix sighed once again time. "But I'll be still expecting a lot from you, even more than from others if possible."

Scott giggled at that. "I would not expect any less from you," he smiled. "Umm… can I have at least one kiss? Please?"

Pix sighed. He really hoped Scott didn't figure out how weak he was to his pretty eyes as he pressed on single, fast kiss to his lips. "Now go get a chair, we have your masters paper to discuss," he added patting Scott's back one more time. Sighing for the last time as Scott hurried to grab a chair he could not help but wonder how much trouble he was going to be for the next two years.

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Pix never thought he'd regret teaching. But, in his seventh year as a university archaeology professor, he found himself regretting it for a single reason. Scott S. Major. One of his first-year students who happened to be a massive flirt and seemed to love messing with Pix. The problem was… he was actually really smart so Pix saw no reason to report anything anywhere. The flirting was mostly just a nuisance. The impressive thing was that Pix was done with him after just one class. And he worked with Sausage. The man could not say a sentence without an innuendo.

His biggest mistake was not checking who signed up to write their master's paper under him. Being known as strict and demanding he had few students in his last group and even more, of them left after the first couple of meetings. And, as he checked the list the morning of the first meeting he almost wanted to not go. As a teacher… And all because among the six names on the list there was a Scott S. Major at the very top. In fancy cursive, taking at least three lines. At least there would be more students there…

How wrong was he. Only one person showed up. Scott. Sitting on a bench by Pix's office, in a purple, yellow and blue patchwork sweater, reading a book Pix actually wrote an article for. Completely unbothered that everyone else chickened out. And probably joined Sausage's group. He could not say no if someone wanted to move to him. At least Pix remembered hearing from him that someone did. But five someones? Maybe Joel? Greek mythology was a popular topic among students…

"Good morning professor," Scott smiled up at him. No doubt trying to be cute. "I have no idea where…"

"Probably listening to Sausage chatter, come on in," Pix stopped him and opened the office. He barely managed to not sigh in mild annoyance. He would have to see Scott one-on-one once a week. He really doubted he'd skip any meeting unless he really had to. Unless… "Since it's probably just the two of us," Pix started, glad his desk was between him and Scott. "We'll be meeting every other week. If you really want to ask something you can just ask after our usual classes," he talked avoiding looking at Scott.

"Aww, I'll look forward to these even more now. Just the two of us. Discussing history. Talk about romantic," Scott hummed making Pixl look up from his notes.

It was just then that Pix realised there were no extra chairs in his office, mostly so other professors would not bother him. And that Scott was now seated on his desk, very close to him.

"Scott, please got off my desk, if you need a chair borrow one from…" Pix could not hold back a heavy sigh. What did he do to deserve this?

"But I'm quite comfy here," Scott pouted, batting his lashes at Pixl.

"Scott… I'm just worried how everyone would look at you if we ever… yeah… it's nothing to do with you, I promise, but I can't, not if I'm your teacher. People would think your good marks are from that and not from you being smart and working hard. I don't want to do that to you," Pixl stumbled on his words, now standing and patting Scott's back. Glad there were no cameras in teachers' offices. As much as he usually hated it. "It's all fine, I'm flattered but I can't…"

"What if no one knew?" Scott muttered into Pix's shirt between sobbing shudders. "That should be fine, right?"

"I can be careful," Scott pouted, finally looking up from Pix's shirt. His eyes were puffy and red and made Pix feel terrible. "Very careful," he sniffled. "Can we at least try? I'll keep flirting since people know me for it but… I'll not tell anyone we're a thing? Please…"

"We can try but if it doesn't work out…" Pix started, stopping Scott's attempt at kissing him. "But none of this here. Okay?" Scott nodded with a hint of a smile tugging on his lips. "We can try then," Pix sighed once again time. "But I'll be still expecting a lot from you, even more than from others if possible."

Scott giggled at that. "I would not expect any less from you," he smiled. "Umm… can I have at least one kiss? Please?"

Pix sighed. He really hoped Scott didn't figure out how weak he was to his pretty eyes as he pressed on a single, fast kiss to his lips. "Now go get a chair, we have your master's paper to discuss," he added patting Scott's back one more time. Sighing for the last time as Scott hurried to grab a chair he could not help but wonder how much trouble he was going to be for the next two years.

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jadepetals · 3 years

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i'm not even gonna apologize about the amount of tiny penis fics here, however i still swear it's not a thing i'm into.

Take Me Home by @sun-tomato / 2433 words

After four years of living together at Uni, the boys have all graduated and it's time to move on.

Moving house sucks. Of course, it doesn’t help that, while the four of them had been trying to divide and pack everything before the deadline this weekend, Louis had spent his time unpacking it again.

Roll the Dice by @allwaswell16 / 3870 words

Louis has been in love with Harry since they were eighteen. It isn't until Harry's thirtieth birthday in Las Vegas that Louis must finally decide to either tell Harry how he feels or let him marry someone else.

all in my mind / 4305 words

louis and harry find out they're expecting, and tell the boys. kind of.

Birthday Princess by kingsofeverything / 4502 words

Harry celebrates his birthday with Blow Jobs (and Slippery Nipples and Sex on the Beach) and drunkenly propositions the bartender in the bathroom.

Bijou by @kingsofeverything / 6051 words

Being in love with his best friend wouldn't be so awful if Harry didn't have to listen to him constantly complain about how the guys he dates don't measure up.

Opposites Attract by kingsofeverything / 7169 words

Harry has a list of reasons he and Louis shouldn’t date. Maybe they’re more compatible than he thinks.

Be Mine, Little Valentine by kingsofeverything / 7345 words

Louis wants to find someone who'll love all of him. There's just one tiny complication.

Snow Big Deal by kingsofeverything / 8392 words

Louis is a professional snowboarder set to appear in ESPN The Body Issue and Harry is an assistant photographer working for the magazine. They have more in common than they think.

A Small Matter (A Matter of Trust) by kingsofeverything / 18710 words

Harry has a thing for jockstraps and Louis likes to wear them.

What Side Of Love Are You On? by @fallinglikethis / 25000 words

A Because I Said So Au with a bisexual twist.

Take a Hit / 41456 words

Hey, alright, so I like to get concussions from the ground, you like them from sweaty men in tight pants.”

“Do you think you have a concussion?” Harry asks, completely ignoring the part where Louis insulted him. That was not meant to be over looked, thank you very much.

“No.” Louis answers, definitely not pouting because Harry didn't so much as crack an offended smile at his joke. Louis lives for offending people.

A Certain Satisfaction by @eeveelou and @creamcoffeelou / 51659 words

The porn au where Louis is a university student who needs money and runs across an ad that sounds too good to be true.

Flightless Bird by audreyhheart / 150022 words

Louis Tomlinson is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival from ballet school, moody dance prodigy Harry Styles joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company's production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late?

second-hand emotion by @wadey-wilson / 183794 words

Louis is a twenty-three years old, soon-to-be Columbia University graduate with a loving boyfriend, wonderful friends, two kinds of reputations, and a suit so tight it’s nigh inappropriate. Harry is a twenty-three AWOL.

When you lose all that matters, love becomes an impossible achievement. Ergo, it’s only logical to fall for someone who can never die.

may june july august

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mostly-marvel-musings · 3 years

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Hereby requesting smutty prompt 8 with Mr Thor Odinson, please, m'lady! ❤️

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A/N: Why I’m so glad you requested this @darklydeliciousdesires ❤️ Hope you like it!

Pairing: Thor Odinson x Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, fluff.

Word count: 1.3k

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It was no surprise that the God of Thunder was a God when it came to other things as well. He was sex on legs basically and everybody was aware of it.

You were partly to blame for that, given that you made no efforts of keeping those explicit moans and screams to yourself. It was next to impossible.

It was also quite impossible to keep your hands to yourself, and you were both to blame for it. So much so that Tony made you both swear off of sex on missions after Steve Rogers complained about the ‘inappropriate incident’ to him one day, red faced and mortified.

But as the saying goes all forbidden things have a secret charm, it turned out to be all the more difficult to keep it in your pants.

Tonight was no different.

The team was on an outdoor mission that faced a few setbacks which required taking shelter in an abandoned warehouse for the night.

The air inside was hot and sticky and there wasn’t the slightest breeze to offer relief, the skin-hugging unitard didn’t help much either.

After tossing and turning on the dusty floor for several minutes, you decided to head out for some fresh air, sleep had officially eluded you. As you passed your teammates, you saw Steve fast asleep leaning against a shutter door, Nat sleeping next to a softly snoring Bruce holding hands, the sight making you smile. However there was no sign of Thor. He’d generously given his armor for you to use as a make-shift pillow, you just figured he must’ve fallen asleep beside you.

A light breeze welcomed you, sweat drying off instantly as you closed your eyes for a bit enjoying the gentle caress it offered. Arms outstretched, you took a few deep breaths in and out, enjoying the silence of the night.

If only you could peel off the uniform...

“Hello my love.”

A momentary squeal left your lips before you felt two strong muscular arms around your waist and warm, familiar breath fanning against your cheek. There was your answer to your quest of a missing Avenger.

“I was wondering where you were.” You grinned, placing your hands over his before pecking his stubbled cheek a couple of times.

It took you a second to realise but when you did, you turned to face the God of Thunder who stood half naked and proud in front of you, least bothered by the lack of clothing.

“Why the fuck—I, I mean. What are you doing half naked?”

Thor chuckled as you struggled to form a proper sentence, relishing in the fact that even after months of being with him, you were still tongue-tied when it came to seeing him sans clothes. He couldn’t blame you, he often did it on purpose just to get this reaction out of you.

It always worked, how could it not?

The man was a specimen. The sculpted physique that was pure muscle, the plains and dips of his toned torso more defined in the moonlight, made him appear ethereal.

“I gave you my armor to sleep on, remember?”

“So you’re just going to walk around shirtless?”

Your incredulous look made him laugh as he took slow deliberate steps towards you.

“Why? Is it bothering you?”

You gulped, glancing at the warehouse once before meeting his burning gaze, not bothering to answer him as it was quite clear how much it affected you.

“Why are you up at this hour my love? Missed me?” His voice dropped an octave lower, smirking when he realised you were walking backward, approaching the wall of the warehouse.

“I couldn’t sleep.” You replied weakly, the need to peel off your clothes and his stronger than ever. Another kind of heat had begun to gather between your legs and he hadn’t even touched you yet.

Thor caged you between his arms and the wall behind, clearly enjoying the effect he was seeing on your demeanor. Dipping his head, he kissed you just below your ear, grazing his teeth against your earlobe, making you sigh.

“If you can’t sleep, how about we have sex?” He whispered, pressing his front to yours while his fingers toyed with the zipper of your unitard.

“Thor w-we can’t.”

“We’ll be quiet love.” He insisted, the baritone you loved so much muffled by your skin. A tiny mewl that you emitted was the confirmation he needed to drag the zipper down slowly.

You stopped his attempts once half-heartedly, biting your bottom lip as you turned your head towards the entrance, knowing anyone could walk out at any time.

“Come on. You know you want to…”

You gave in, grabbing Thor by the back of his neck for a searing kiss. While both your fingers frantically fumbled with your clothing, your lips bruised against each other, biting and sucking in fervent passion.

He pushed the unitard down your shoulders, breasts, exposing your stomach before the cool night air met your moist folds down to your thighs is where he stopped. His lips trailed down the path covered by the fabric seconds ago, sucking on your nipples until they hardened while you pulled on his hair, guiding him further south where you wanted him the most. Your desperate whine made him chuckle against the skin of your stomach.

“Shh love. I got you.”

Holding your folds apart, he covered your clit with his mouth making your head hit the back of the wall with a strangled cry. His tongue flicked against your bundle of nerves with expertise, involuntarily sending your hips to grind against his mouth.

He watched you with darkened eyes as his fingers gathered the wetness between your legs before plunging them inside your entrance, curling them inward only to have you bite back a moan.

You wordlessly begged him for more and he obeyed, standing up and turning you so your chest was pressed against the wall before he pulled your hips back. You heard him undo his jeans before you felt his erection teasing at your entrance, gathering some of your wetness on his tip.

Thor pushed in slowly, filling and stretching you deliciously until he bottomed out, gradually moving in and out of your heat and setting a steady rhythm. Your nails scratched against the concrete as you met his thrusts, biting your bottom lip to the point where you were sure it would draw blood.

“Faster Thor..” you begged, a tiny part of you that was thinking rationally worried about being caught.

You wish was granted when he increased his pace, grunting he leaned over, biting your earlobe between his teeth. Your knees threatened to buckle and if it weren’t for him holding you upright, you’d have crumbled to the floor. A loud moan echoed in the night when his hand travelled to your bundle of nerves and began rubbing tight circles, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm.

Thor growled when you clenched his cock, making him pound into you harder than before, your combined groans and pants breaking the silence of the night.

“Let go my love, I want to feel you cum all over my cock.”

And you did, you came harder than you had before, crying in pleasure as your legs trembled and body shuddered under his. Thor’s hips faltered soon and he came inside you, his fingers digging into your butt cheeks, ropes of thick cum spilling against your walls as his cock jerked and twitched before stilling completely.

He held your limp body close as you both came down from your highs, head still buzzing from that mind-blowing sex.

Pulling out carefully, he watched his seed drip down your thighs before helping you dress with a smirk plastered on his face.

“Shut up.” You mumbled, a little unsteady on your feet knowing that was the reason behind his sly smile.

“Do you need me to carry you inside?”

“No thank you.” You hit his chest before joining in the laughter.

“Put some clothes on for heaven's sake.”

Walking back inside you sighed in relief when you saw your teammates fast asleep and oblivious to the activities that had transpired right outside just minutes ago.

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