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shashashina · 7 months

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The person you are

Ok, I'm obsessed with Jordan Li from the Gen V spin-off series of The Boys, so I decided to write for them, give me some constructive criticism if you have any, I want to understand if I wrote things wrong, I keep repeating that the English is not my language and I am Italian, I struggle with English so I limit myself to using the translator to make what I write reach far away. I created this story in less than half a day, and I can say I'm proud of myself, I've had this idea in my head for a few days and I finally put it in writing.

The story more or less follows the events of the series, but in many events the protagonist is also involved, some scenes are not present or are modified and the story does not fully follow the chronological order of the events of the series.

I also apologize if the pronouns are not recognized correctly in the story, I worked very hard to ensure that the pronouns are adequate, but the transcription from my language to English distorts them.

Warning: Mentions of death and suicide, mentions of violence, otherwise just the protagonists being sweet to each other.

Summary: You and Jordan start dating after a clumsy hookup and end up liking each other, but you notice some unusual behavior on her part and ask why he's doing it.

Word count: 3,085

I've known Jordan Li since my first day at Godolkin, we met or rather bumped into each other at the entrance. I was completely busy reading my emails to check my dorm room number, I had my head down and I wasn't looking where I was going, they were talking to a guy who I later discovered was called Andre Anderson, Polarity's son. I lose my balance and fall to the ground, the cell phone falls from my hands and slides not far from me, Jordan immediately offers his hand to help me get back on my feet and apologizes in the meantime, then picks up my cell phone from the ground, in the process he notices that it is completely destroyed due to the impact with the ground "Oh damn, your cell phone is destroyed" "Nooo, no, no, what do I do now? I bought it just yesterday..." I take the cell phone from his hands and I give him a look with sadness on my face "Don't worry, if you bought it recently there is a guarantee and if there are any additional costs I will pay them" "Will you pay them? Why? You didn't break it...?" I ask confused, yes it's true, my phone fell because of the collision, but it wasn't his fault "Because I wasn't looking where I was going and I hit you" He says "Yes, you're right, but I wasn't looking where I was either going, and this is my punishment for walking distractedly while looking at my phone" "Anyway I feel guilty, so I would like to do something to make up for it" "Ok, well, if you really insist, I don't have a car to get to the store , it would take too long, so could you give me a lift in your car if you have one" "Yes, I have it, go for the lift, shall we say today at 05:00? Shall we meet here?" He asks "Yes it's perfect" "I'm Jordan Li by the way and this is my friend Andre" He says pointing to the other guy with him "I'm YN YS, nice to meet you, I have to go now, I have to take my bags to the room" "Ok, see you later" "Yes, see you later" I smile and wave, quickly heading to my room.

When I enter the room I am greeted by a girl with the wardrobe doors open, she is probably deciding what to wear "Hey" I call her attention and she turns to look at me, I hold out my hand, I smile and introduce myself "my name is YN YS " "Hi, I'm Anna Gordon I assume you're my roommate, it's nice to meet you" She hugs me tightly and then lets me go, goes back to her closet "What do you think I should wear tomorrow? I really want to make a good impression . It's a constant struggle to get to the top here and wearing something appropriate for the first day will give me a little advantage. Do you have instagram, tiktok? What super power do you have?" "Mmmm, I don't know what you could wear for the first day, I'm also undecided on what to wear, but I know I want to wear something nice to make a good impression just like you, I have Instagram and TikTok and my power is telekinesis, yours instead?" "Ohh telekinesis, cool, I have the power of teleportation, I'm not very good at using it yet, but I'm learning" I have the impression that my roommate is a big talker and that she is very sociable, in fact we continued to talk for at least another two hours before he decided it was time to go for a walk, I instead decided to tidy up my part of the room and then take a shower, when I finish it's almost 05:00 so I get ready for go out. I get dressed and leave the house wandering around the college before seeing Jordan and going to their place. "Hey, ready to go?" She asks “Yes, have you been waiting long?” "No, we just arrived" We go towards his car and he changes shape, from a boy he becomes a girl "Anyway this is my power, I change gender, the seats in my car are adjusted according to this shape and it bothers me to arrange them according to the my male form" I'm impressed, but not that much, I can only think that both forms are beautiful "Okay, don't worry, it's a really interesting power, I have telekinesis" they smile at me and get into the car and start the car and let's go to the store.

After I dropped it off, I was told it would be fixed in three days. I return to the car and Jordan takes a different route than the one we used before "Where are we going?" I ask curious about the change in direction "I'll take you for ice cream, I have to apologize for making you fall" "But you didn't make me fall you were the one totally distracted and having accompanied me to the shop is more than enough" "Ok, so let's put it this way, I want an ice cream and you will keep me company by eating an ice cream bought by me" I sigh in defeat, I think we could continue talking about it at infinite if I didn't give up "Okay, you're stubborn from what I see" I say laughing "Ohh you don't know how much" After talking about various topics during the journey for a while, we arrive in front of the ice cream shop, park and go in, I get a strawberry ice cream and they got vanilla ice cream. After eating our ice creams we go back to college and say goodbye "Bye, see you around" I say with a bit of disappointment in my voice, I enjoyed spending time with Jordan and saying goodbye is a little sad "Yes, see you, it's it was nice being with you" He says "Yes, it was nice for me too spending time with" I go back to my room and lie down on the bed to use the computer, after a few minutes I get notifications on Instagram, Jordan has started following me and he liked some photos, I follow back and in turn I like some of his photos, I really like his photos. It's getting late and I'm going to sleep for tomorrow, impatiently awaiting the start of lessons.

It's morning and together with Anna we get ready to go to class, in the end we will both put on a cute dress for the first day, we also have the same lessons, so we will go together, it's nice to have someone I know in the same classes as me, at least I won't feel alone. We walk through the corridors and chat, I bump into someone who, to keep me from losing my balance, grabs me by the shoulders "We should stop meeting like this" "Jordan, hi, yes, we really should" I laugh feeling shy about the physical contact suddenly, they let me go and I step back due to being too close, Jordan notices Anna and I decide to introduce myself "This is Anna, my roommate, Anna, they are Jordan" "Nice to meet you Jordan" Anna smiles toothily "We were going to class" I say "Okay, do you know where you need to go?" Jordan asks, Anna answers before she can I "Actually we're lost, could you help us?" "Ok, no problem" I have no idea why Anna lied, but we both knew exactly where to go, but it's okay, I don't mind being with Jordan, he accompanies us and then goes in the direction of her classroom. “Oh my god, oh my god, you and Jordan?” She's completely excited, but I don't know exactly why. "Me and Jordan what?" "Are you together? Are you friends?" "No, we are not together, and I cannot say that we are friends, I only met them yesterday and I think we could define ourselves as simple acquaintances" "Do you know that he is in second place in the Godolkin rankings? They are the most sought after in the school both as boys that as girls, many would kill to even be able to be next to them" "Well, then I must have made a massacre since yesterday I was in the car with them" "Really? Oh my god and how was it?" "Are you seriously asking me what it was like to be in the car with Jordan? Seriously? What do you expect me to tell you?" I ask laughing at the absurdity of the questions asked by Anna "I don't know, but I bet it was nice, and it smells really nice" "We just talked, and yes I enjoyed spending time with them, but I don't think that it will happen again"

And I couldn't help but be very wrong, in fact a few days later I met Jordan in the corridors of campus who invited me to go out with them and his friends. Now we are in a pub sitting on some sofas, I am sitting next to Jordan who takes a sip of his drink, on the other side there is Cate, Luke's girlfriend, with whom I immediately found myself in tune, she is nice , all of Jordan's friends are. Cate takes me to dance in the middle of the floor and we let loose, I feel a fixed gaze on me, at first I don't give it much weight, but then I turn to the point where I feel observed and I meet Jordan's gaze, my my heart skips a beat and I feel butterflies in my stomach, I think I like them, he comes closer to me and we start dancing together, out of the corner of my eye I see Cate go to Luke and leave me alone with Jordan, not that I mind. We start dancing provocatively and get closer and closer until we are just a few centimeters apart, we both stop dancing and stare into each other's eyes for a few seconds, until he cups my face and kisses me, it's a wonderful kiss, we break away from the kiss and smile at each other in embarrassment "Do you want to have a drink?" I ask "Yes of course" I take his hand walking towards the counter to get some drinks. At the end of the night we're all pretty drunk and we all go back to our dorms, Jordan walks me to my room and kisses me goodbye. I think I like it a lot. It's the next day and we meet during the break from class "Hey, do you want to talk?" I'm a little anxious, questions like that are the prelude to sad things and what if they regretted kissing me? What if he wants to tell me it was a mistake? I'm not ready to hear this. As my mind wanders I forgot to respond. "Hey, YN? Are you there?" He moves his hand in front of my eyes to distract me from my thoughts "Yes, yes, I'm here, of course we'll talk" He grabs my hand and leads me to a less crowded place "About last night... I wanted to apologize to you, you were drunk and I I kissed, I shouldn't have, it's just that I like you and I couldn't help myself, I didn't think enough about what I was doing..." "Wait, do you think I didn't like the kiss last night? Or that I didn't Did you want it? You don't have to apologize, I wasn't so drunk that I didn't understand what I was doing and then I like you too" I smile cheekily "So what does this mean?" He asks with a very red and shy face "It means that if you want we could start going out together, as more than just friends" "I'd like to, can I kiss you?" “And you even ask?” I grab them by the jacket and kiss them, it's a more overwhelming kiss than yesterday, but we are interrupted by Luke who whistles and calls our attention "Get a room if you want to make out like this" He says laughing and patting Jordan on the shoulder . We break away embarrassed and take each other's hands, we head towards our classes giving each other a quick kiss.

Timeskip

Jordan and I have been together for two months now, and a lot has happened in that time. Luke killed Rich Brink and committed suicide, he tried to kill me and a girl we had befriended, Marie Moreau, just because we were in the wrong place at the wrong time and witnessed the murder. Jordan had to protect me from her friend and he protected Marie even though he didn't get along very well with her. We have discovered that under the school there is a laboratory where Sam, Luke's brother, and other kids are locked up and we are hatching a plan to save them. Jordan supported me when by pure chance I rose to third place in the Godolkin rankings, overtaking them who were in second place and who found themselves in fifth place after Rich's death. I reluctantly participated in interviews and together with Marie we ended up becoming the object of attention from Indira Shetty, a woman I don't trust at all. Jordan even though I accidentally obscured the fact that they actually saved us, he didn't hold a grudge against me, he knew it wasn't something I could control, I tried to say that if I'm alive it's because of Jordan, but they didn't believe me, they believe that Marie, Andre and I collaborated to defend the school from Luke, there is no point in telling the truth, they all believe that we are being modest so as not to receive preferential treatment. I felt sorry for what happened to me Luke didn't seem like a bad person, he must have had his reasons for doing what he did, reasons that we all later discovered, I don't blame him, I just think it wasn't necessary to try to kill me and Marie.

I'm walking around campus talking to Anna, Marie and Emma about how hard the classes are, I see Jordan in the distance with Andre and other kids, I walk up to them and join Jordan's hand with mine, when he notices that it's me, it changes shape, from a girl it becomes a boy "Hey, beautiful, how are you?" He asks kissing me "Good now that I'm with you, what are you talking about?" "I'm fine, we were talking about how harmless Rufus has become since his dick exploded" "It was an accident, but if this is the result I'm happy it happened" Marie says intervening in the discussion, we all burst into loud laughter. Jordan and I get together in the afternoon to be together and while we relax sitting on the bed I can't help but think of one thing, every time I get close to Jordan and they have the feminine appearance they immediately change into the masculine one, not the I had noticed at first, but when I first noticed it I couldn't help but notice all the times he did it. I don't understand why he changes and I'm going to ask him right now. "Jordan?" "Yes?" "Can I ask you a question?" "Of course, as many as you want" "I noticed that every time you have female features and I get close to you, you immediately change them into male ones, why do you do that?" "Because you are a girl and so I thought you wanted to be with a boy, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable so I adapted to your preferences..." I remain silent for a moment absorbing and summarizing his words, then I reply "You're right I'm a girl, but I never said that I only like boys and then I don't like you because you're a boy, I like you for the person you are, you don't have to change when you're with me and above all you don't have to change for me. I don't care what you look like, I still love you in every form, you make me feel good and make me feel protected and safe, you don't have to think about making only me feel comfortable, but you too, I'm sorry if I have you given the impression that they had to change for me, I didn't want to..." I look down, feeling guilty for having somehow given the impression that they had to change for me, I reflect on what action of mine led Jordan to this conclusion.

Jordan makes me look him in the eyes one more time "It's not you who made me act like this, it's just that in middle school I had a girlfriend who always wanted me to be a boy, so I pleased her and every time I had In relationships I have always adapted based on the gender of my partner..." "You could have told me about it, you spent two months with me thinking that I didn't accept you for who you are, you took it for granted that I limited myself to preferring you as a boy, but you have never felt completely at ease with me and this makes me sad, you have to promise me that from now on whatever problem there is between us you will talk to me about it, I will do the same, I want there to be the freedom between us to be able to talk of everything and of being able to solve it together" "You're right, I should have told you about it, I just didn't think it was necessary, from now on I'll tell you everything" I go closer and kiss them, a sweet kiss, to express all the love I have for them "Did you say you love me before?" The realization of my confession came after a few moments, I had never said it before, I turn red and look away embarrassed "Because I love you too and I'm happy that my feelings for you are mutual" Jordan kisses me again and again and we spend the whole afternoon kissing and cuddling until we fall asleep hugging each other.

#x reader #jordan li x reader #jordan li #gen v #the boys #marie moreau #cate dunlap #luke riordan #andre anderson #emma meyer #sam riordan

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colorfuleclipse · 1 year

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘦𝘦 + 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨

genre; smut hcs

warnings; afab!reader, use of pet names (baby/princess), so fluffy tbh, handjob, fingering, cream pie, wholesome (can you tell i was in a mood writing this LMAO)

this absolute sweetheart

bodyworshipbodyworshipbodyworship

also praise oh my jesus christ

when he’s in a passionate mood (v common actually he’s a passionate guy in general)

he takes his time, like i’m talking hours

genuinely curious about what makes your body react and will spend most of the time on foreplay

he cares so much and is so affectionate and attentive, he just wants to show you how much he loves you

has you in his lap, his fingers deep inside you trailing kisses over your neck

whispers little endearing things

“you’re so perfect baby”

“it’s ok princess tell me how good it feels”

“your moans are so cute, i love your voice”

“you’re so gorgeous it’s driving me crazy”

says the most butterfly inducing things with the sweetest voice, so sickeningly sweet it makes you shake in his hold

and every time you do shiver at his words he lets out a little laugh making you whine, he just kisses you and keeps going

he could spend hours drawing shapes on your clit or guiding your hips on his thigh or playing with your nipples

you try to make him feel good too and he lets you, but he won’t let you entirely pleasure him

he Has to be touching you and making you feel good too

handjob and fingering while making out is his favorite, you’re both so dizzy but you couldn’t care less

the kisses are sloppy but gentle and you’re both moaning in each others mouths

you stop because you want him to cum inside and when he hears that he just about passes out

the thought of cumming inside your perfect pussy has him a little more eager than he previously was

he’s kissing all over your face and down your jaw to distract you while he stretches you out

groaning occasionally over how amazingly you take him, once he bottoms out he thinks hes just about in heaven

stays still for a good while to just cradle you and play with your hair and whisper to you about how perfect you are and how much he loves being intimate with you :(

once you ask him to move with a whine he giggles at you and kisses you deeply

you both moan into the kiss as he starts moving, the slow but steady motions making your heads spin

he’s so big and at the pace he’s going you could map him out just by feeling him, the way he moves making you lightly grind with him

his head hurried into your neck, quiet moans and groans as he tries to focus on giving you hickies and feeling you with his hands

“fuck it feels so good, so so good for me baby”

constant praises leaving his mouth over how good you are to him and how he feels like the luckiest man alive for this

praise him back and you’ll feel him shiver under you, whines and subtle whimpers leaving him over the idea that you’re just as infatuated with him as he is with you

making out with your tongues dancing and bodies pressed as tightly together as possible, hands messily in each others hair and grazing over each others most sensitive areas

his size is so perfect it makes you see stars and before long you’re squeezing him tight and coating his cock with all you can give

he didn’t forget what you said earlier wanting to cum in you so bad, the feeling of you tightening around him and holding onto him like your life depended on it only making him drown in you more

“shhh just a little more angel, f-fuck i know i got you hold on a little longer ok?”

once he finally does cum he swears he’s on top of the world, the feeling so good he can’t imagine anything better

kissing you so hard his lips are swollen and glossy when he pulls away, his eyes meeting yours with the most lovesick look you’ve ever seen

he bursts into giggles and buries his head into your neck again squeezing you into a tight hug telling you he loves you and wouldn’t trade that for anything ever

once he comes down from his little romantic high he pulls out and you guys get cleaned up, seeing both of your cum leaking out of you filling him with that giddy feeling and making him wanna do it all over again

#cravity #cravity fancfiction #cravity minhee #cravity x reader #kang minhee #kang minhee x reader #minhee x reader #cravity smut #kang minhee smut #minhee smut #cravity minhee smut #🌊

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withahappyrefrain · 2 years

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Mob!Peter spending time with your toddler daughter

How dare you anon, melting my heart. This one is for @squiddtheekidd because she came up with this adorable idea and allowed me to write it. Fluff ahead!

Your eyelids fluttered as the rays of sunlight crept through your bedroom. Slowly, you stretched your arms outward, expecting to feel the warm body of your husband.

Instead, you felt the cool fabric of your bedsheets. Your eyes opened to find Peter's side of the bed empty.

Strange. It was Sunday, so it's not like Peter had work.

You got out of bed, walking out and into your daughter's bedroom.

Olivia's bed was empty too.

For a moment you were worried. But then the sound of faint music and loud giggles from downstairs put your heart at ease.

As you walked downstairs, the music and the giggles got louder.

"Don't go wasting your emotions. Lay all your love on me."

Peter rarely sang. He wasn't necessarily bad, he was pretty decent at keeping tune. It just wasn't something he did often.

At least, not before Ollie was born.

Peter loved singing to her. As a baby, it was sometimes the only way to calm her down when she was fussy.

There were quite a few things you hadn't seen Peter do until the birth of your daughter. He had teared up before, but the first time he held Ollie was the first time you saw him full-on cry.

You leaned against the doorway as you took in the sight before you.

Ollie was standing on Peter's feet, not that it really made up for the height difference. Peter still had to bend over so the toddler could hold onto his hands. He was moving slowly, swaying around to mimic dancing.

Ollie was loving it, as seen by the huge smile on her face and the constant giggles she was letting out.

"Don't go sharing your devotion. Lay all your love on me."

It was hard to decide who had the biggest smile: Ollie or Peter.

Peter admitted that before meeting you, he hadn't spent a lot of time thinking about having a family. His 'job' didn't exactly allow that.

Plus, every family he had been in growing up fell apart someway or another. He had accepted that perhaps it wasn't meant to be.

He also admitted how thankful he was that you proved him wrong.

"Momma!" Ollie's little voice broke you out of your thoughts. You kneeled down to be at eye level with the toddler who was running towards you.

"Are you dancing with Papa, lovebug?" You asked, kissing a chubby cheek as she giggled and nodded her head.

"Your turn, Momma! Your turn!" Ollie grabbed your hand (more like a few fingers) and began walking back towards Peter.

"It's my turn?" You couldn't help but giggle as your daughter led you to Peter, who grinning at the sight of you.

Ollie dropped your hand and bounced back to her seat, "Momma! Papa! Dance!"

Peter grabbed your hands, "Our daughter wants to see us dance."

You grinned, "Who are we to deny her that?"

You didn't have to stand on Peter's feet, though that didn't stop him from offering. He wrapped one arm around your waist while the other held on to your hand.

"Morning Sheifale," He whispered before pressing a kiss to your cheek, "She wanted to make you pancakes but then asked to dance."

"It's a good song. I'm glad she's gotten my incredible taste for music."

Peter raised an eyebrow, "You're saying I don't have great music taste, Sheifale?"

"All I'm saying is you didn't know the joy of ABBA until we met," You retorted, grinning as Peter gave you a small spin before pulling you back into his arms.

"I didn't know about a lot of joys until we met," his nose nuzzled against your temple. You could hear Ollie giggling at the sight.

"Well, now we get to enjoy them together. And watch Ollie experience them." Peter nodded his head at your statement before moving so that his mouth was right over your ear.

"Lay all your love on me."

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hisuian-history-makers · 1 year

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PMD Rescue Team HCs—Stumble, not Strut.

[The hero’s new to their pokémon body. Tails, claws, weird paws... Here are a few mishaps and issues that’ll happen in the early days.]

Bulbasaur:

—The bulb on their back was so needy! It needs shade for one minute then straight back to direct sunlight. Water it every single day even when they drank plenty of water. Going from having hands to this form sucked hard...

(“If you’re bulb wilts even a little bit, come directly to the clinic.”—Doctor Meganium)

—Always uses their vine whips to pick stuff up.

—Has to watch out for the non-bug type bugs getting to their bulb.

—Will bump into things misjudging a jump. Even walking is a hassle as a former human!

—If they don’t spend a decent amount of time in the sunlight, they start to get sluggish.

—Accidentally keeps releasing their powder moves when upset. They get embarrassed.

Charmander:

—As cool as the pseudo-dragon line was, the tail flame happened to be a nightmare to mind. They always have to keep watch where it waves or else they will set accidentally things on fire.

—Stealth will never be a strength for them. The tail flame always gives away their position by being a constant light source.

—They don’t know if they liked to swim before but even learning was no longer an option.

—Scales get itchy when they have to shed every so often.

—Might have accidentally scratched through the paper when trying to write.

—They were mistaken for Charizard’s sibling/kid/cousin. That was a fun first meeting.

Squirtle:

—They miss being able to lay on their back.

—Tucking into the shell felt weird. Also, dirt got into all the little grooves in that area.

—The hero missed more than a few morning meetups due to being stuck in the pond. Being able to breath underwater was cool though!

—Did the Ninja Turtles (who???) ever feel jealous of humans for having more than three fingers? Their fingers were so stubby now.

—Learning and then using Rapid Spin nearly made them throw up.

—Caterpie almost drowned when he tried to get a ride on their back.

—Wearing the toolbox bag was awkward with a shell in the way.

Pikachu:

—The unusual shape of their tail tripped them up a lot in the beginning. At least Pikachus can go between quadrupedal and bipedal.

—Ears show their mood making a poker face kinda useless. They get overwhelmed by the “improved” sense of hearing Pikachus have.

—Not allowed to swim in Whiscash’s pond until they get their sparking under control.

—Forgets that being covered in mud/dirt reduces their ability to use electric moves.

—Their fur takes a while to dry out.

—Fingers are so short! Barely any dexterity.

—Tail was weirdly flexible. Gets caught on door and random pieces of fabric.

Meowth:

—Why was their weakness punches and kicks, but not literal shadows?! Was immune to ghost type moves yet basic fighting KOs them?

—They have no idea where they get random items in mystery dungeons from. (Pick Up)

—Moved their bed to a high shelf to appease their instincts. They cannot stand being shorter than their partner if they switch to four-legged.

—They were actually okay with water as long as it doesn’t get in their ears.

—Hates the limited grip of their paws.

—A meowth’s head charm makes no sense to them. How was a cat born with a metal charm? (Still polishes it out of innate pride.)

—Refused to use Pay Day outside dungeons after other Pokemon kept asking them to use it.

—Persian jokingly offers for them to one day take over his bank.

Psyduck:

—Had to learn Calm Mind just to live normally. The headaches are more like migraines.

—They’d randomly throw stuff in psychic fits.

—Wore a lavender-scented scarf to help them settle down out in dungeons.

—The big bill was hard to talk with and having feathers was a major adjustment. Alakazam will give them advice about focusing their mind.

—Had the idea of practicing lucid dreaming to see if it helped. When not suffering headaches, they enjoyed spending time with Partner.

—Can swim decently. They hate going into the mystery dungeons with natural noises.

—Will unleash all their psychic mental might on Gengar. He tried to manipulate Caterpie!

Machop:

—The similar proportions don’t help. Machop’s arms and super strength just trips them up.

—Many pots/containers were broken due to them literally not knowing their own strength.

—Why do Machops have tails? How does the species and evolution not get cold??

—They felt very awkward realizing they were kinda naked. Wears a scarf around their waist to hide down there, ignores the stares.

—Makuhita helped the hero get used to battling properly as a fighting type. They learned Flamethrower just to have a long-range move.

—Surprised Gengar by knowing Foresight, they enjoyed beating him with their punches.

—Underestimated how many calories a fighting type needed to eat to keep working out.

Cubone:

—They have no idea where this random skull or bone club they woke up with came from.

—Conversations about family tend to get quiet when they enter a room. They didn’t know why until they learned of the superstition around Cubones. (Do other Pokemon really think that every Cubone's parents die for a skull?)

—Being weak to ice and part-reptile wasn’t fun. They have to keep warm or risk falling asleep.

—If they aren’t careful, their skull will be flipped around to blind them. It bumps their snout...

—Cubone hands were odd. The thumb being a tough claw and the other fingers covered in flesh/skin like a mitten. At least it flexed okay.

—Why do Cubones have no toes? Or small feet.

—Small tail spikes got caught on things.

Eevee:

—They were sorta thankful that evolution was stopped for the time being. Eevees could evolve just by being friends with someone! Another new body wasn’t what they needed right now.

—Has to use their mouth to pick most stuff up and hates it. Paws just knock things aside.

—Fur, especially Eevee neck fluff, takes forever to dry out once wet. Knots were the worst.

—The hero was confused if they were a fox, cat, dog, or hybrid of the three.

—Sense of smell can be overpowering.

—Gets the urge to scream at strangers.

—They’ll stumble when they realize they were walking with four legs.

Chikorita:

—Their head-leaf gets in their face often.

—Hates being a grass-type without access to vine whip. They get jealous of any bulbasaur.

—Doctor Meganium helped them get used to being a healing tank.

—Why do Chikorita have such thin feet?!

—Bug types continuously target their head leaf for a snack. Razor Leaves drive any off.

—The most perpetually frustrated Chikorita to live in Pokemon Square ever.

Cyndaquil:

—Eyes are more suited for the dark so they have to wear special glasses or squint.

—Back flames will activate whenever the hero feels intense emotions forcing them to sleep on their stomach. Can’t wear scarves normally.

—Powerful sense of smell took a while to get used to. Useful for finding lost items.

—Front paws were more nubs than paws. Why do starters’ feet just end with a clawed toe???

—Instinctively likes being buried in blankets or burrowing into the ground to sleep. They sleep easier when they can hear other Pokémon in the same room. (Mice sleep with their families.)

—Has to always be mindful of their emotions lest they accidentally burn someone behind them. Doesn’t like being a fire type much…

—Gets dizzy using Rollout.

Totodile:

—Must. Bite. Everything! They can’t help giving into a Totodile’s instincts to bite everything.

—Things get caught on their red spines/ridges all the time. Accidentally cuts things they pick up with their clawed hands.

—Freaked out the first time they saw new teeth growing in to replace worn down ones.

—Often snaps their mouth close when excited or sits around with it slight open. (The sprite.)

—As always, walking was hard to figure out for them since a Totodile has blocky feet.

—They will randomly pull Scary Face without meaning to… Some Pokémon refuse to talk to them because of that and their high energy.

—Buys things to chew on for comfort.

—The way they swim was odd due to Feraligatr standing up in rivers. Perfectly content to let themself float around a pond or lake.

Treecko:

—Ends just staring at other Pokémon not talking. They will zone out in conversations.

—Has a third eye lid???

—The being able to climb walls thing has a downside when they are unable to control it. They end up sticking to things or cannot let go of items handed to them. Kinda embarrassing.

—Their tail is really weird. Neither fully plant nor a regular tail with bones to give it shape. Needs to get daily sunlight or else they feel sluggish.

—Switching to all fours feels weird as a Treecko.

—Pound with their tall is far more powerful than using their paws. But using Detect leaves them in a focused state for several minutes after, to the point of sensory overload. (So much to see!)

—Ironically, they feel more worried when they barely react to things than when surprised by something like being attacked…

—Bug-Types often go after their tail since it looks like leaves.

Torchic:

—Not having arms sucked! They couldn’t pick anything up with their stubby little wings.

—Will always get up at the crack of dawn no matter how little they slept during the night.

—They eat things very slowly due to now having a beak and no teeth.

—Preening is a hassle for them.

—Frequently loses their balance without arms to stabilize themself.

—Their fire attacks are surprisingly hot for a Pokémon of their size. (1,800 °F/ 982 °C)

—Has been called a Hoothoot because they are seen balancing on one leg when standing.

—Using Scratch or Slash leaves them unsteady.

Mudkip:

—Odd sensory overload from their headfin.

—Whiscash doesn’t mind having to teach them how to use their sensing abilities.

—They underestimated their strength when they first became a Pokémon, why can such a cute little species break boulders?! (Dented one of Skarmory’s wings when they fought it.)

—Is most comfortable sleeping in a muddy puddle than a bed which conflicts their human habit to not track mud into a room.

—In addition, the weird slimy film all Mudkip have to keep them hydrated is a little gross.

—Hated that Water Gun was their only water type move for several months.

—Using Foresight feels weirder than Bide.

—They have small sharp teeth as a Mudkip so eating is an interesting challenge.

Skitty:

—Legs are just numbs! Why does their tail have finger like ends on it? No picking up items for them…

—They get so distracted by their tail waving in the corner of their eyes.

—Eyes are far more suited for night time forcing them to either wear glasses or squint.

—Tends to get sidetracked when not doing the requests. Are all Skitty naturally like this?

—They are uncomfortable using Attract. It, it feels weird essentially flirting with strangers to distract them. Curse their Cute Charm ability.

—Normalize is far worse in their opinion. They cannot use type advantage and forget even hitting Ghost Types! Gengar is extra jerky.

—Has become a little jealous of their partner who use other type moves.

—They learned to throw items like Gravelrocks at opponents for chip damage. Takes on the role of distraction out of necessity.

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Overall being a human-turned-pokemon has its ups and downs. Hopefully, I represented the rescue team options well in my headcanons.

[This took so long for me to put together…]

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So it goes: Chapter 24 - MI x fem!OC

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Summary: Maggie was normally a jealous one, but never in public, or at least not until a night out in Monaco someone decided to look at Michael way too much.

Pairing: Michael Italiano x fem!OC

Warnings: Smut without much context, swearing and Maggie being a jealous little thing 🫶🏻

Word count: 6.4k

A/N: Hi kiddos! Ok, gonna keep it short. My friends told me its good, so I’m gonna believe em and post it. 🤭 Kay, this week vacations starts for this cunt so I’m gonna spend my days writing and writing and writing, so I hope I’m gonna post more. Hope you like it and let me know what you think? See ya! ✌🏻

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Chapter 24 - Don’t blame me.

'I really don't get it' was the phrase that made Maggie roll her eyes so hard that she felt like she could take a good look at her own brain from the inside. Maggie loved Lily. Lily was like her sister; she was her best friend and also like her family, but sometimes Lily could be a big pain in the ass.

Since they landed in Monaco, the 'I really don't get it' was a constant line in Lily's vocabulary. She knew, of course Lily knew, but she still couldn't wrap her head around the whole 'Maggie and Michael together but not together' situation. Between all the traveling and work, Lily and Maggie saw each other for at least an hour every time Maggie was in London, but Lily never got to see them interact together in their new dynamic. Last time Lily saw Michael around Maggie, they were in their 'Let's not do anything stupid' deal that was broken as easily as it was promised. Lily knew they were around each other all the time, but Maggie always said things were 'fine'. Maggie said they were taking things friendly and slow but knowing they still loved each other and that they still wanted to be together.

It was a lie. Technically.

The problem was how Maggie avoided the teeny-tiny details about her and Michael kissing and hugging and still sleeping together. There was much more kissing and hugging than usual, especially after they came back from New York. Normally the kissing and hugging was for when they were alone or when Daniel and Jas were around, but when they came from their very romantic vacation things changed, and it wasn't just in front of the Ricciardos.

Lily had no idea. It was very stupid of Maggie to not tell her considering she was her best friend, but she wanted to save her ass from another long speech, probably longer than the weekly speech Lily used to throw at her. But after a week in Monaco, Lily saw it. She saw how they went from 0 to 100, probably faster than a F1 car. She saw them spinning around each other like planets in the same orbit. She saw Michael placing his arms around Maggie's body and Maggie just melting in his embrace, snuggling closer because it felt like it was never close enough. But then she saw them act like they were nothing but good friends in the paddock, leaving her wondering what the hell was all that.

Maggie didn't need to hear a word from Lily to know how she noticed everything. It was as easy as looking at Lily's face and see her eyebrows raced to know what she was thinking. But Lily didn't say a thing until that night. She didn't say a thing because Maggie was busy looking after Olivia and helping Jas with a hundred things at times. It was a matter of time for it to come. It was just a matter of time to hear Lily asking what the hell was happening, but Lily got to choose the worst moment to do it.

It was a very bad time for Lily to decide it was enough, but it happened after the door to the bathroom closed behind them. It was probably the way Michael went to whisper something in Maggie's ear, making her giggle like a little girl what made Lily finally open her mouth, dropping that exasperated 'I really don't get it' that made Maggie want to leave Lily in the bathroom alone and go for another drink because she needed another drink. That was the reason they all were there. That and the fact that the old dear Monaco Grand Prix absolutely sucked.

It was Daniel's idea to go out that night. Between the rain, the strategy, the setup, the crash and the lack of possibilities to overtake and the useless car Daniel had to drive, it was a weekend to forget. Plus, Jas was still a nervous mess after seeing Daniel crash. She was still furious about the infamous 'How's the car?' radio and about certain CEO talking too much in a very bad moment, all while trying to calm down about seeing Daniel crashing against the barrier. Even if it wasn't a serious crash, and even if he walked out of if safe and sounds, Jas was shake up about it. None of them were used to seeing Daniel in those kinds of accidents, so when it happened it was a punch in the stomach, not really being able to breathe until he spoke on the radio saying he was fine. And even after that, Jas was still all clingy, staying as close as possible and always holding his hand or touching him in any kind of way. Maggie could see how her sister hugged her future husband a little extra tight and how she stayed hanging from the clouds, looking at him with nothing but love and adoration since that Friday. Not that Jas hadn't looked at Daniel like that since the night they met, but that weekend there was like a plus of love and adoration. It was Jas' own little way of remembering he was there safe and sound, and nobody could really blame her.

And added to Daniel's terrible weekend at the office, and Jas still shocked, there was Maggie, who was her own little mess, that's why she said yes to going out anywhere as soon as Daniel proposed it. Besides, Daniel would normally be destroyed after a race, but this time he wasn't, and Jas and Maggie's parents and grandparents were there for the race so they could look after Olivia, which meant they had a free pass to drink and not get worried for a night. And there was no better place to forget about everything than Daniel's favorite place in Monaco: the bar where he met Jas.

Maggie's excuse was that if that place brought good luck to her sister, maybe it would bring good luck to her too. But then she also needed some tequila to help her find the courage to talk to Michael. She decided that was the night when she was finally going to talk to them about them. She was finally going to talk to him about how much she wanted them to be together again, but after three shots and a couple of beers, she was still a chicken. She told herself it was the perfect chance to do it. It was the perfect time to doll up and go for it. Not that she needed to dress up and put on some makeup to seduce a man who was already in love with her, but maybe going out of their routine could help her. Maybe the alcohol and the loud music could be their reconquest buddies, but after two hours there was no case because she was just a chicken.

A chicken who was being questioned by her best friend in the bathroom of the bar.

"What? I just don't get it. I don't get what the hell are you and Mike are doing" Lily yelled from inside a bathroom stall, and thank God there was nobody else in there or the whole world would have found out about her romantic issues.

And thank God Lily wasn't there to see the way Maggie was rolling her eyes and taking a deep breath to answer, other way, she would have gotten slapped in the back of her head. "Lil, I explained it to you hundred times"

The way Lily opened the door was enough to let Maggie know what her friend was thinking. But in case the dramatic door opening wasn't enough, Lily's face was telling her the whole story. The 'I'm so done with this bullshit' typical expression was written all over her face, but Maggie could see how Lily took a deep breath as she walked to the sink to wash her hands.

"I know, but I still don't get it. You love each other and you wanna be together but you're not together because you're on a break. But if someone gets near the other you get all crazy jealous and possessive and you ain't seeing or sleeping with other people. And on top of that you have sex every two months or so, and you keep kissing like it's nothing. And no, don't try to deny it. I saw it with my own eyes, just like that sneaky hand all over your ass" Lily concluded, drying her hands with a piece of paper as she looked at Maggie dead in the eyes through the mirror in front of them.

There was no way to deny it. There was no logic in denying it when Michael was stroking Maggie's lower back in front of everyone. There was no reason she would say none of that was real when he would steal a kiss from her lips whenever was possible. But what Maggie could do was play dumb, and how good she was at doing that. "You sound like an old lady complaining about kids kissing" she smirked, opening Lily's bag to steal her lip gloss because the one in her lips was all gone after the drinks they had.

"Go to hell"

"Na, too lazy. Besides you'll miss me" Maggie shrugged as she applied the pink gloss over her lips, trying as hard as possible to not smile. If kissing each other's knuckles was her love language with Michael, then sending each other to hell was her love language with Lily.

"I miss you even when we're in different parts of London" Lily finally admitted, hugging Maggie by her side and resting her head over her best friend's shoulder. "I don't give a shit if you guys kiss or have sex. I just want my best friend to be happy with the man she loves, okay? Nothing else"

Maggie couldn't help but leave the pink lipstick over the sink and turn to hug Lily. Maggie knew her friend didn't want anything but the best for her. She knew Lily was truly worried, so there was nothing else to do except hug the hell out of her best friend to thank her. "We're working on it so don't worry" Maggie whispered, squeezing Lily in her arms before letting her go.

"You ask me to not worry when I've been worrying about your pretty ass for the last two goddamn decades" Lily smiled, grabbing the gloss from the sink to fix her own makeup.

"And you'll have to do it for the next fifty decades so get ready"

"Okay, but you buy the next round" Lily joked, slapping Maggie's ass as she started walking to the door, with her best friend following her right behind.

The plan was to go for more drinks, but Lily stopped at the door so suddenly that Maggie crushed into her back. She didn't need to see anything to know something had to happen for Lily to act like that. She thought that maybe there was something funny happening or that maybe Lily almost crushed into someone, but that wasn't the case.

What Maggie wasn't expecting was to see some brunette girl with long hair, very long legs -way longer than Maggie's- and a dress too short for those legs standing right besides Michael. That's when she understood why Lily stopped and why Lily was trying to grab her arm to stop Maggie from killing someone.

Maggie didn't need to hear anything to know the brunette was trying to flirt with Michael. The way she was standing sticking out her chest and ass, head tilted to the side and hand too close to the wooden bar where his arms were resting, clearly trying to call his attention, but it wasn't happening. She knew Michael wasn't going to do anything. He was exaggerating when he once said he would rather cut his dick off than cheat on Maggie, but she knew it was true. He was ignoring the brunette like she wasn't there at all, but Maggie saw the way the girl was looking at Michael. It was all she needed to see. That was all Maggie needed to see, and then she could swear her vision turned red.

Without saying a word to Lily, Maggie walked away from her friend and straight to the bar with her head up and her back straight as possible. She was a woman on a mission and the mission was to kick that girl away from her man, and she couldn't care less if that girl was taller than her even when Maggie was wearing high heels. She couldn't care less about anything as she saw how the brunette's hand was getting closer and closer to Michael's arm. She had no idea what she was going to do or say; all she knew was that her feet and legs weren't moving fast enough. It felt like she was so slow that she could even invent three hundred excuses to get him out of there and then another five hundred of speeches to scare every single woman in the world away from her boyfriend.

But then she reached Michael's side, and her mind was blank. Her mouth was dry and her heart was racing, so instead of saying anything to the girl, Maggie acted.

Even when it was a bit hilarious, Maggie didn't really care about the brunette's face when she grabbed Michael's arm first; all she cared about was the way he smiled down at her. The way he smiled at her made Maggie feel in love with him all over again, and even more if that was possible. It was enough to let anyone in the room know he was absolutely and completely hers, but that wasn't enough for Maggie. She needed to probe Michael was hers. She needed to probe to that brunette and any other women around that the handsome man in the black party shirt was all hers and there was no better way to do it than by taking him away.

Using her best puppy eyes and getting in her tiptoes, Maggie looked at Michael and with her hand told him to get closer so she could talk in his ear and he did it. He obviously did it because there wasn't a thing he wouldn't do for her. There was no need to lie; it was stupid to lie because Michael would follow her without thinking about it twice, but Maggie somehow couldn't help it. As soon as Michael moved closer, she whispered in his ear 'Can you walk me to the bathroom? I feel weird and think it was something I drank' and in no time Michael was with his arm protectively around her shoulders, guiding her to the ladies bathroom.

It was stupid to say that. She could have put on a show, grabbing him by his shirt, and kissing him like there was no tomorrow. She could have just hugged him, and it would have been a statement, but she needed Michael all for herself, even if just for a minute.

She needed him.

Being an absolute gentleman, Michael tried to take her to the correct bathroom, even when he was clearly going to get there with her, but before Michael could react, Maggie was the one dragging him to the men's bathroom. And if it wasn't enough, she dragged him inside one of the stalls, closing the door behind them.

"You know you don't need to invent an excuse to bring me to the bathroom. You could just ask me nicely" he stated while Maggie locked the door behind them as fast as possible, thanking her lucky stars for the lack of witnesses inside the bathroom when they got in.

Maggie knew there was a chance that Michael would tell her how it was a terrible idea to do that, but he didn't. Instead, when Maggie turned around, she found him with a smirk on his handsome face, letting her know that she had taken the right call. "I know, but this is more fun" she shrugged, with a tiny smirk on his face that mirrored his smile.

"But I thought you were sick"

"I lied. I just didn't like that bitch besides you" Maggie explained, running her hands up and down his chest as she placed kisses over his shirt as slowly as possible, all while she felt his hands going to her lower back, pressing their bodies together. "I'm the only one who can touch you"

"Nobody touched me, sweetheart" Michael affirmed as his hands moved slowly down to her ass, stroking the purple silky material of her dress.

"But she wanted to. She was going to. I couldn't let that happen. I'm the only one who can do this" she pouted, letting her hands wonder under his shirt and right over his toned stomach, running her nails over his skin like every single time they were alone.

Maggie smiled when she felt Michael's hand go under her dress, moving up the piece of cloth that bothered him to touch with his fingertips her skin. But she smiled even more as he pushed her even closer to his body while grabbing a handful of her ass to do it. "Yeah, you're the only one"

"Can you keep it quiet for me, baby?"

"Depends. What are you gonna do?" he asked, playing along, but the look in his eyes and the smile on his lips were saying he already knew, and he didn't mind at all.

Maggie didn't answer his question. She just smiled; an evil grin painted on her angelic face as she slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his back jeans without asking permission. And that smirk just became bigger when she found out he was already painfully hard when she moved her hand inside his jean to stroke him through his boxers.

Maggie wasn't normally the possessive one, at least not in that type of possessiveness. She wasn't the one to ask Michael to say he was hers, except on counted occasions. She didn't need to hear it because she knew. She knew he loved her and that he wanted to be with her. If there was one moment when she doubted it for even just a second, there was Michael doing something that reminded her of how loved she was. There was something or someone who reminded her of how Michael worshiped the floor she stood on. Normally it was enough. It was always enough, but when some woman tried to take him from her, Maggie would snap. When that happened, all the jealousy would come from inside her like a volcano and things could go both ways: either Maggie would turn into a needy thing, asking Michael to do whatever he wanted with her, or she would turn into a possessive mess. Normally it was the first one, but that night the tequila clearly took over.

That night she needed to remind herself that Michael was hers but also remind him about the same. And the alcohol in her body was yelling that there was no better way to do it than to get on her knees for him. She needed to give him a reminder, so as soon as his jeans and boxers were on the floor and laying between his ankles, her hands and lips were over his body.

It was the sound that he made as soon as Maggie started to stroke him that made her smile against his leg. It was the way he stroked her head and delicately grabbed a handful of her hair that told her that she was doing a good job while moving at the perfect pace. But it was the soft 'Maggie' leaving his lips that let her know that he needed more, that he needed her and who was she to deny anything to Michael.

Paying attention to his request, Maggie changed the destination of her kisses from his leg to his dick, moving so painful slowly that he had no other chance than to pull her hair to let her know again what he wanted. That was the only way to do it without talking, because any sound too loud would let people know they were there and it was a secret. It was their open secret because there was no way their friends didn't realize about their sudden disappearance. But Maggie couldn't care less. The only thing she cared about was the way he felt and tasted as she ran her the tip of her tongue over his dick, going from the side to the tip as slowly as possible. She took her good time licking him the way she knew Michael liked it, and just when he whispered a chocked 'Please, baby' was when Maggie started to suck him. She started with the tip, hollowing out her cheeks and slowly building a rhythm as she swallowed him down. Maggie took him further and further down into her mouth as much as she could, and then she took care of the base of his dick with her right hand, making sure there was not an inch of him uncovered.

She knew she was moving in the perfect way and pace for the way he was breathing, way too used to hearing it for the last three years of her life. She knew the vibrations of her own moans were making Michael get closer and closer for the way he was accompanying with his hand the movement of her head. She knew he was close, but she didn't stop. Maggie was planning to keep going till the end, right hand moving along side with her mouth and left hand holding his shirt against his stomach and out of the way.

There was nothing she wanted more than to make him cum right then and there, but then he had to beg, making her look up, all to find his beautiful brown eyes looking down at her.

Then she had a better idea than to make him cum in her mouth.

With one last movement of her head and careful licks and kisses, Maggie left him go, leaving Michael turned into a paining mess. His cheeks were all red, chest raising and falling and breath accelerated, and Maggie couldn't help but smile because all that was because of her. She was the one making that huge man a complete mess, and she couldn't be more powerful and turned on.

And that power she felt inside was what kept her going with her plan, slowly getting back on her feet. "Hope you didn't think you were going to cum in my mouth" she whispered, covering his chest with kisses and she unbuttoned his shirt enough to be able to kiss his skin. "Hope you weren't planning to cum anywhere but inside me"

It took only that to make Michael put her against the wall. It took her just those words to make him go down slowly, kissing her body on his way until he was the one on his knees for her. But it wasn't for too much time, just enough to get under her skirt, kiss her thighs, take her panties off and put them inside one of the back pockets of his jeans.

Maggie should have known that there was no way Michael was going to make it easy for her. She should have known he was going to take his good, sweet time even when they were in a hurry. But what Maggie didn't imagine was that Michael was going to get up so fucking fast, especially considering how much he loved to be between her legs and eat her out.

She didn't think he was going to do it, but before she could ask or say anything, Michael was back on his feet, placing kisses all over her jaw as he moved up to her lips. "Did I tell you how beautiful with this dress? So fucking beautiful" he whispered against her lips, running his fingers over her thighs, but never reaching the place where she needed him the most. "Did you put on this one for me? So I would look at you all damn night? So I would imagine fucking you while you're wearing it?"

Maggie was already out of breath. She was so gone that it was almost pathetic, but she couldn't help but nod as she tried to keep her eyes open to look at Michael's face. "That's why I brought it, for you to fuck me and take it off".

"That's my good girl knowing what daddy likes" he smiled, stealing a little peck from her lips. "You knew I was going to lose my shit with this, uh?" he asked, kissing all the way from her lips to the V-neck that left not much to the imagination. She would be lying if she said she didn't in fact buy that dress to wear it while Michael was around. Damn, she doubted she would even wear it if Michael wasn't around. The silk material was purple color that looked black in the middle of the night. It reached the middle of her thigs, and it was hanging from her body with those tiny straps that Michael could break in one single move of his hands. It looked more like a sexy nightdress than an actual dress, and Maggie loved absolutely everything about it, but she especially loved the look on Michael's face when he saw her wearing it. He didn't say anything, but the loon on his face was enough to let her know he was going to fuck her wearing it that night. He was going to fuck her more than once wearing it that night, so it was worth every single cent she spent on it. Michael was clearly planning to fuck her for the first time there, so once he got to her chest, he spent his good time kissing her skin, using the lack of clothe to his advantage. "Open your legs for me, sweetheart. We need to get you all ready".

If there was something that Maggie learned years ago was that she had no idea how to keep her legs closed when Michael was around, and that night wasn't the exception, so she followed his instructions.

Maggie could never disobey Michael, especially no when he looked like he was hungry like a wolf, and when she was absolutely needed and dripping wet. She couldn't say no to him, so she opened up her legs, giving him as much room as possible. His thumb was the first one to run through her folds so slowly that she wanted to yell. He moved it again and again, making it nice and wet, ready to keep playing with her, but he hadn't properly touched her yet. Instead, he changed and decided to use his index finger instead of his thumb. He did all that as he looked at her, brown eyes glued to her owns, sparkling even in the dim light of the bathroom, making them even more shiny than usual.

"Más é do thoil é, grá" Maggie begged, letting a little pathetic moan leave her mouth. She wasn't able to keep her mouth closed just like she wasn't able to keep her eyes open, which seemed like an irony.

"Eyes on me, sweetheart" Michael ordered, and again, Maggie obeyed. Once he had her undivided attention, Michael kissed her as slowly as possible, brushing his tongue against her lower lip as a subtle way to ask for permission when he didn't need it at all. He didn't need any permission to do anything to her and the hand playing between her legs was proof of it. But even with that, Maggie opened her mouth for him, finding his tongue in the middle of the way. What she wasn't considering was that their kiss was a way to keep her quiet as Michael easily pushed two fingers inside her.

If his plan was to keep her in silence, it worked perfectly, because she moaned inside his mouth just when they heard the door of the bathroom opening. That didn't stop Michael. He couldn't care less; there was some guy in the stall in front of them. He just kept pushing his fingers inside her, fucking her perfectly and taking her closer and closer to her orgasm with every movement of his fingers inside of her walls. But just when Maggie thought it was finally her time to cum, Michael stopped everything he was doing. He gave her one last kiss as he took his fingers out of her, leaving Maggie panting and looking at him clueless.

"If I just can cum inside you then you'll get to cum when I fuck you, baby. I want you all around my dick, not around my fingers" he whispered, placing his fingers against her lips so Maggie would open her mouth again.

And again, she did as he asked. She opened her mouth, licked his fingers, and then took them inside her mouth to finish cleaning them up. She knew Michael loved to taste her, but he loved it even more when he could taste her in her mouth, so once her task was finished, she grabbed his neck, got in her tiptoes and kissed him again. This time it wasn't sloppy. It was all teeth, tongue, passion, desperation, jealousy, and love. It was moans and whimpers. It was hands holding into whatever they could, trying to get each other as close as possible, even if there was no more space between them.

"Need you so much, grá. Need you to fuck me so badly" she begged again, biting his lower lip, trying to convince him to finally do it.

And then it came her favorite part, which included a very Michael turning into an anxious mess, throwing all his patience and composure out of the window to grab her ass again and lift her so they could be face to face, breathing the same air. "I don't want to cum anywhere that's not inside you, did you hear me? I wanna cum inside you for the rest of my fucking life so I hope you're ready" he whispered, looking at her eyes so Maggie would know he meant every single one of his words. He wasn't talking about that night; he was talking about forever.

He was talking about their forever and God, how much she loved it.

"Then you should start now, baby" Maggie purred, kissing his lips as innocently as possible.

Maggie was so damn wet that it was nothing but easy for him to get inside her. What wasn't easy was to shush their moans as he did it. It wasn't easy to get them quiet when Michael first rolled his hips, and it wasn't when he pushed again and again, hitting the perfect spot inside her body.

The only way to keep them quiet was again when they kissed, but as soon as they moved apart to breathe, they turned into a mess of heavy breathings, moans and whispers. "You need to keep it quiet, sweetheart" Michael smiled against her neck, face buried there as he covered her skin with kisses and love bites, not really caring for the marks that were going to be left behind.

"I don't care. God, I don't give a shit" she moaned in his ear, too loud for their own good. "Please tell me you love me. Please tell me you're still mine, babe" she begged, holding onto his back and neck as hard as possible, not because she was scared of falling, but because she needed to hold onto him.

She knew where all that came from. She knew it was like New Year's night hiding in the middle of the party. She knew that, even if things were way different from that night years ago, they somehow needed that reaffirmation. Even if the 'I love yous' were always there, it was somehow different to hear such a thing. It was different to hear that they belonged together, especially when their forever was threatened, even if just for a split of a second and for some random stranger.

"I love you. I love you so much, Mags. I'm all yours. I'll always be yours. I'm yours and you're mine, babe. Don't you ever doubt it" he whispered in her neck, moving up to her jaw and then her lips, covering every single possible part of her skin with kisses. "Shit, you're so good. You're so good for me, sweetheart"

Maggie couldn't think of anything else to say as Michael keep fucking her. She couldn't function anymore as his hands were holding so tightly her legs that she knew he could leave marks there. He was so deep that it took her breath away. She was all tight around him but she loved the feeling of being stretched, even if her body didn't take much time to adjust to his size. She just loved every single thing about it, from the risk of being caught to the way the skirt of her dress was all the way up, caught between their bodies and held against her back and the wall. Just like when Maggie was on her knees, it didn't take much for Michael to find the perfect rhythm.

But what surprised her was how he was not fast as she was expecting; in fact, he was nothing but slow. Even when someone could find them there, Michael was taking his time, fucking her deep and hard, just like if they were in the intimacy and comfort of a bedroom. That only made Maggie turn even more insane. That only made her moan louder. Every push of his hips against her made Maggie moan a bit louder, breathe a bit harder, and scratch his skin a bit harder. Every deep groan coming from him made her forget even more about the fact that they were hiding in a bathroom in a bar in Monaco. Every single moan and every single kiss sent her closer and closer to what she needed, but Maggie didn't want to cum. No yet, not without him, but there was no way to stop it. There was no way to hold on as Michael kept pushing into her.

"Grá, please- I can't. I really…" Maggie cried out, not really knowing what else to do.

"Let it go, baby. Cum for me" he asked in the softest voice, talking right in her ear, so it was still their secret even if people kept coming and going to the bathroom. And since Maggie couldn't talk or she was going to moan so loud that the whole bar was going to find out, she shocked her head, letting Michael know that she didn't want to, at least not yet. "I'm right behind you, just let it go"

And just like every single time, Michael kept his word. Just like a lightning going through her whole body, her orgasm hit her so hard that her nails surely left marks on his neck. He came right behind her, but he kept fucking her through their highs, slowing down as they shared kiss after kiss, both of them trying to calm. They had sex in so many places that Maggie lost count. They tangled the sheets of so many beds that it was impossible to keep track of, but that was something else. Being in that bathroom knowing their friends were all there was definitely something for the books, and something she wasn't going to forget.

But then the way he looked at her was something to remember, too. They were an absolute fucked mess, destroyed after pulling from each other again and again, but somehow he looked perfect. The way his eyes were shining and the way he was smiling at her was just the most wonderful and beautiful thing in the world and Maggie wanted to stay there forever just looking at him even if they were in some bathroom tool. She wanted to see him with that happy peaceful expression for the rest of their lives. She wanted that for them because that was exactly what he deserved.

"Were you really jealous?" he wondered, eyes fixed on hers as he rested their foreheads together while Maggie scratched the back of his head with both hands, fingers running through his short hair.

"She was looking at you like a snack. I'm the only one allowed to do that" Maggie murmured, placing soft short kisses over his lips.

"You're the only one allowed to do that" he nodded, reaffirming her words in case she needed to hear it again. "Should we go back to the hotel? Keep the party there?"

"Yes, but first you're gonna tell me where the daddy thing came from. Three years and I had no fucking idea you were into that" she finally addressed to the little detail that she had ignored moments earlier. She was too focused on everything else to say something then, but the way he whispered that word was gonna stay tattooed in her mind.

"I'm not! And I don't even know where it came from!" Michael exclaimed, talking too damn loud, making Maggie shush him and give him a kiss to keep it quiet, even if for just a second. For the way his cheeks turned even redder, he was all shy about it, but he was telling the truth, but Maggie was planning to keep reminding him and maybe using it on some casual occasion.

In some occasion like that one.

"Sure thing, daddy"

"I really don't know where it came from, it just happened. But you know, maybe one day in the distant future we'll get to use it and not just in bed" he shrugged, acting like it was nothing.

It was something. It was more than something because Maggie knew perfectly fine what he meant. She knew and it just made her melt.

"I love you, you know that, right?" she insisted, and asked him again, looking straight at his eyes so Michael would know she meant every word. She knew he knew, but a little reminder never hurt anyone.

"Not as much as I love you, but I know" he nodded, smiling even bigger, and suddenly it felt like the room lighted up, all thanks to his smile.

"Good. Don't you dare forget it" Maggie insisted, and as Michael put her down and helped her clean up, she couldn't stop thinking about the words he said to her.

Maybe one day.

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xutokawa · 3 years

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aahh the s/o finding scratch marks is fulfilling my angst needs 😭🤚🏽 could u maybe do one with bokuto & suna 🥺 i love your writing so much!! xx

pairings: suna x reader, bokuto x reader

genre(s): fluff to angst, cheating

warnings: langauge, cheating

wc: 2.3k

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a/n: thank you for your support! I tried adding more plot to it this time hehe. breaking bokuto’s heart broke mine bro :( hope you like it! also TYSM GUYS FOR 200 FOLLOWERS FDJSKF i love every single one of yu :D <3 mwah mwah mwah

atsumu and oikawa ver.

osamu and iwazumi ver.

kuroo and sakusa ver.

akaashi and hinata ver.

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Suna

“Rin, hand me the soy sauce,” you asked, not looking up from the dish you were stir frying.

“Get it yourself,” Suna teased back. Rolling your eyes, you stuck out your hand. Laughing, Suna came up behind you, placing the bottle of soy sauce in your hands before wrapping his arms around your waist. His hands snuck under your shirt, laying on your bare stomach. You leaned back into his chest, sighing contently. The two of you rarely had time together anymore. While you were burying yourself in your work in hopes for a promotion, Suna was busy with practices that extended throughout the whole day. Both of you were exhausted by the time you came home to your apartment together, unable to muster the energy to do anything except fall asleep in each other’s arms.

“Mmm, you smell good,” Suna said, taking a deep breath into your neck.

“I think that’s the fried rice you’re smelling,” you joked back. Butterflies stormed your stomach as Suna’s hands gently massaged your sides. Even after living with the middle blocker for three years, he never failed to make you feel like a crushing high school student. Suddenly, Suna’s gentle hands grew antsy, teasingly tickling your sides. Jumping, you tell him, “Rin, stop! I’m going to spill something!”

“I think I’ll keep going,” Suna teased back, his hands continuing to tickle you. With one poke to your side, your entire body jerked, causing the soy sauce in your hand to fling into the air, and onto Suna’s shirt.

“Y/n! I really liked this shirt!” Suna whined.

“That’s your fault, baby. I told you to stop,” you shrugged, laughing at his expression.

“Whatever, I’m going to go change,” Suna pouted, turning away.

As you finished cooking, you went into your shared bedroom to tell Suna dinner was ready. You were stopped in your tracks, however, when you saw his changing form. Back to you, long scratch marks ran down the length of his back. Scratches that were not put there by you.

“R-rin, what is this?” You asked, voice beginning to waver.

Suna spun around, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

“Y/n! Why didn’t you knock?” Suna nervously asked, rushing to push his t-shirt over his head, “It’s nothing, babe, just uh, got in a fight!”

“Are you sure it was a fight? Or was it a late night in someone else's bed?” You asked accusingly, brows furrowing. Would your Suna cheat on you? You had felt pretty secure about your relationship before now, never having a reason to doubt your trust in your boyfriend. Yet, you couldn’t find it in yourself to make excuses for the lines raked down his back.

Pain and guilt flashed across Suna’s eyes, and that’s when you knew. You were wrong to believe you gave him everything he needed in a relationship.

“Look, y/n, we can figure this out, just let me-” Suna began.

“Please, stop,” you choked out, eyes welling up with tears. The middle blocker felt his heart shatter watching you back away from him as if he were a plague.

“No, you don’t understand! I can’t lose you like this,” Suna said, walking towards you, wanting nothing more than to pull you in his arms and wipe your tears away. He stopped in his tracks, however, when you flinched away from his touch, hatred flickering in your eyes. At that moment, Suna felt like the scum of the earth.

“Please, get away from me. Get out of this room, get out of this apartment! I don’t need your excuses,” You said, voice raising. When you finally looked up to meet Suna’s eyes, you found nothing but despair and regret.

“No! I won’t leave you, y/n! You don’t understand how much I need-” Suna started.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Rintarou,” you scoffed. The pain in Suna’s chest grew at the use of his full name.

“I-it’s Rin. You always call me Rin. Please, call me Rin,” Suna pleaded, voice beginning to shake, “Stop distancing yourself from me. I’m your Rin. Please, don’t leave. I’m so sorry, let me make it up to you!”

“You’re a pathetic piece of shit, Rintarou! Cheating on me and then begging for me to stay and forgive you? Tell me, what was your plan? Did you just want a quick fuck one night? Or did you plan to keep cheating on me for the rest of our relationship?” You angrily walked towards him. Suna watched as the love you once held in your eyes for him turned into agony. He felt himself crumple knowing he was the sole cause of your anger and hurt.

“No! It was a mistake! Please, let me make it up to you,” Suna reached for your hands, desperate to have you with him.

“The only mistake that was made here was me trusting you,” You said, spinning around as you headed for the door. Suna physically flinched at your words, hurt and shame flooding his body. Panic filled his mind at the sound of your keys jingling and the sound of you putting on your shoes.

“Wait! Y/n, where are you going? Please don’t leave, it’s not safe for you to go out right now. Just stay and let us talk about it,” Suna pleaded, walking up behind you.

“I’d rather be anywhere but here with you right now,” you coldly replied, reaching out for the door handle. Suna rushed to stop you from turning the knob.

“Please, y/n, I can’t handle you leaving me,” Suna whispered.

“Just leave it, Suna. No amount of begging or love can fix my trust for you,” you replied, back towards his sobbing figure. Suna finally fell to his knees in defeat as you walked out of the apartment, knowing he lost you forever.

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Bokuto

“Ugh, I’m so ready to just relax,” you sighed out, dramatically splaying your arms across the center console in your fiancé’s car. A tingle ran up your spine at the sound of Bokuto chuckling from beside you, not taking his eyes off the road. You could never get used to his laugh, no matter how many times you’ve heard it.

“I know, baby. You deserve it,” Bokuto replied, taking one hand off the steering wheel to place on your thigh, giving a light squeeze. The two of you had been insanely busy the month leading up to this trip. From your boss’ unrelenting demands at work to your family’s constant nagging and opinions on your wedding decorations, the two of you just needed to catch a break. So, when Bokuto brought up the idea of a weekend beach trip, you immediately agreed, jumping up and down in excitement.

The beaming sun immediately warmed your skin as you stepped out of the car. Warmth spread through your body as you glanced back at Bokuto as he started pulling out your stuff from the trunk, looking up to flash you his smile you had fallen in love with ages ago.

“You go on ahead and find a spot for us, I’ll follow in a second,” Bokuto called out to you. Giving a thumbs up, you started towards the gleaming ocean, excitement filling your body as you felt the sand beneath your feet. Finally, choosing a spot, you unfolded your beach chair, spreading your towel across the top. A smile settled on your face as you laid down, sunglasses shielding your eyes from the harsh rays. Your eyes drifted closed, the sounds of waves crashing and children giggling putting you in a serene state.

Bokuto chuckled at your appearance before setting up his own beach chair next to you, situating a beach umbrella between the two chairs. He felt his heart speed up as he gazed at your relaxing figure, wanting nothing more than to cover your face in kisses. The spiker felt so much love for you, so he felt nothing but confusion as to how he woke up in another person’s bed two nights ago, naked. His adoration for you was replaced with guilt. Bokuto still hadn’t figured out how to approach the situation, how to tell you without you breaking off the engagement. He wanted nothing more than to watch you walk down the aisle in a few months, than to have children running around the two of you as you prepared dinner, than to grow old with you by his side. Bokuto was still unsure of what happened that night to cause him to slip out of a random person’s apartment in his clothes from the previous night.

The spiker was shook from his thoughts at the sound of your voice.

“Are you going into the water?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Yeah, I think I will just to cool off,” Bokuto replied, pulling his shirt over his head.

“Okay, I’ll join you in a bit, I just want to lay for a little longer,” you replied to him, closing your eyes again.

“Okay, baby. Take your time,” Bokuto said, placing a kiss on your forehead before starting towards the water. You giggled as you watched your fiancé run towards the ocean. Your laughter quickly died, however, once you saw his back.

Your eyes widen with a mixture of shock and confusion, racking your brain for an explanation for the long, red strips that lined your fiance's back, but, no matter how hard you thought, nothing came up. The past month had been too hectic for the two of you to ever get close to intimate. Tears began pricking your eyes as the realization that Bokuto had cheated on you settled in your mind.

Does he know he has scratch marks on his back? Is this his subtle way of telling me he wants to end this? That I wasn’t enough for him?

As soon as Bokuto hit the ocean, the salty water stung his back. His initial confusion as to where the pain came from was quickly replaced with realization. He shot up at the water, turning to watch you get up from your seat.

Maybe they didn’t see, he hoped. His hopes, however, were quickly crushed as his heart dropped to his feet. You began to gather your things, rummaging through Bokuto’s belongings until you found the keys to his car.

Panicking, Bokuto ran out of the ocean as fast as he could, cursing at the water for resisting his movements. He watched helplessly as you began walking back towards the parking lot. You saw. You saw the scratch marks, and now you were leaving Bokuto. The spiker’s worst nightmares were turning into a reality right in front of his eyes.

The dull shouting of your name from down the beach sounded in your ears. You ignored Bokuto’s incessant calls for you, the ache in your heart overpowering every emotion you were feeling.

Bokuto ran through the sand as fast as he could, hoping to catch up to you before you left his life forever. His lungs and legs were screaming, but the pain was nothing compared to the pain of you leaving. Panic rose in his eyes as he watched you get into the driver's seat, starting the engine to his car.

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you took a shaky breath, a weak attempt to try and calm your heart. You looked down at your engagement ring, memories of that night flashing through your mind, forcing another sob to rack your body knowing that your memories now meant nothing. Banging on the car window startled you as you looked up to find a panicked Bokuto. His frantic words were muffled as you watched him desperately attempt to stop you from leaving.

“Please, y/n, roll down the window. Let me explain, please,” Bokuto blabbered, “Y/n, please don’t leave me, you have to let me explain. I love you! I want to marry you, and you only!”

Anger surged through your body as you scoffed at his words. Rage blinded your thoughts at the mention of your impending marriage. How dare he tell you he wants to get married after cheating on you? Your brain didn’t have time to process your movements as you pulled your ring off your left hand. You watched as a glimmer of hope flickered in Bokuto’s eyes as you began to roll down the window, only to have his eyes widen in pain and shock as you handed him your engagement ring.

“You’re really a piece of shit, Bokuto. You know that?” Tears began welling up in the spiker’s eyes as he stared at the piece of metal that laid in his hands.

“No, y/n, please. Give me your hand, please,” Bokuto frantically pleaded, reaching for your hand. The ring in his hand belonged nowhere else except your ring finger.

“Just stop, Bokuto, you’ve already ruined everything,” you scoffed out. As his eyes met yours, he was met with a whirlwind of hurt, shame, and pity. That’s when he realized. To you, he was pathetic. The love and adoration that made your eyes shine brighter than the sun was now replaced with hatred and pain, making them burn greater than the depths of hell.

Bokuto’s heart shattered into pieces knowing you would never love him the same, knowing he broke your trust.

“I-,” Bokuto paused, unsure of what else he could say to get you back.

“I’m sorry, y/n” the man in front of you choked out. Bokuto felt helpless as he watched you roll up your window and drive away from him, leaving him in shattered pieces.

That night, when Bokuto finally returned to his shared apartment, the reality of the situation hit him. The empty aura filling the space that he used to share with you was all it took for Bokuto to fall onto his knees, becoming a shell of his former self. You were gone.

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ptergwen · 3 years

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hi uhm could you maybe write a blurb based on this tiktok? https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeUVgjaS/

i love your writing!! 🤍

thank you lovely <3 i watched this and then i just stared at my phone and then i had to come here and write it because WOW? we’re going with peter

this is like very suggestive but i changed it a bit

prompt: you’re playing video games with your crush and his friends. you’re sitting on his lap and you lost. you’re bouncing and... you’ll see

“fuck!” mj yells at you, fingers digging into her controller. “i said go left!” “i did go left!” you insist and try to run from the explosion coming your way. “oh my god, no! not your left, my left!” she leads your characters out of the building with her lip between her teeth.

you’re playing one of peter’s and ned’s video games, but you’re not sure which. call of duty or something. all you know is, there’s lots of guns and yelling. also, that you suck at it. mj hasn’t been shy about telling you. she’s on your team, peter and ned versing you two. they’re worlds better because they play literally all the time.

tonight was supposed to be boy’s night until you crashed and brought mj along. ned was slightly annoyed at first. peter didn’t mind one bit, welcoming you in with a big cheesy grin. after talking it over, ned agreed to let you stay on the condition that you joined their game. it’s better with more players, anyway.

“oh, yeah. go a little slower,” mj huffs and continues running to the exit. you’re way behind her. “there’s an option to run, by the way.” “you think i know how to use that?” you retort, shifting on peter’s lap to get a better view of the tv. there wasn’t enough room on the couch, so this was the solution. your idea, for the record.

“peter, can you help me? i have no idea what i’m doing,” you nearly whine. his eyebrows furrowed, he looks from his controller to yours. “uh, yeah. you see those buttons at the top? you just-“ “dude!” ned scolds him. “you’re supposed to help me, not her!” they’re the ones who are trying to blow up you and mj. he sets off a few gunshots for emphasis.

“ok, ok. sorry. i’m on it.” peter starts to chase after you and mj again. he drops his voice to a whisper. “press the triangle, you’ll speed up,” he tells you so ned doesn’t hear. “thanks, pete. you’re really good with your fingers, huh?” you shoot him a small smirk, catching up to mj. he gulps and keeps his eyes glued to the screen.

there’s always been some... tension between you and peter. the truth is, you like him a lot. you want to do more on his lap than just play video games. he likes you times ten, though he’s not thrilled you chose right now to act on it. your constant flirting and moving around is becoming hard to handle. that’s not the only thing becoming hard to handle.

peter must have zoned out because he tunes back in to see game over on the tv. “no, no, no!” mj cries out and slams down her controller. “fuck you guys for real.” it sounds like him and ned won. “good one, dude!” ned reaches over mj to give peter a high five, who halfheartedly reciprocates. “i’m being player one from now on, look what happens!”

you glance at peter over your shoulder through dangerous eyes. “nice job,” you hum, leaning back ever so slightly. “thank you... thanks,” he simply replies. his mind is getting foggy with your body pressed into his like this. “is there a rematch? how does this shit work?” mj demands, scowling at the title card that displays your loss.

“we can go again, if you really want to.” ned beams and stands up from the couch. “let me get a victory snack first, though.” he ventures into the kitchen, mj side eyeing you and peter. “fine, but we’re switching partners. the lovebirds against you and me.” you turn to face her, your hips rutting against peter’s... oh. he prays to every god you don’t feel that.

“don’t call us that. we prefer lovers,” you joke back. “we do?” peter squeaks, earning a curious look from ned in the kitchen. he clears his throat promptly. “i mean, we do. totally. yeah. that was... funny, y/n.” “ok, it’s getting weird,” mj announces, hopping to her feet. “i’m gonna go raid your fridge, thanks. bye.”

once she’s gone, you spin around so you’re face to face with peter. all that freed up space on the couch, yet you’re still in his lap.

“so... that was odd. are you okay?” you wonder, moving so your legs are on either side of him. it’s more comfortable that way. for you, at least.“um, i’m fine. could you maybe just stop doing that?” peter winces and sets his hands on your hips. “doing what? i’m only sitting here.” you tilt your head to the side. you’re either playing dumb or actually oblivious.

“if you mean the flirting, i thought you liked it. i didn’t know i-“ that’s when you finally feel it. or rather, you feel peter. “shit,” you mumble to yourself. peter eases you back a bit with a pained smile. “i’m so sorry. i didn’t even realize i was...” you trail off, putting a hand on his chest to steady yourself. his cheeks burn bright pink.

“no, you’re fine. i’m the one who should be sorry,” peter nervously chuckles and squeezes your hips. “this is probably creepy... and gross. am i freaking you out?” “it’s normal, and you’re not,” you assure him with a smile. your free hand cups one of his warm cheeks, cool in contrast. “you do like the flirting, then?”

“love the flirting,” peter practically purrs at your touch. his grip on you becomes rougher as he’s reminded of his little friend. well, not little. “listen... i’m cool with playing another game,” he starts, eyes locking with your dazzling ones. “unless you wanna help me out. could be fun.” you lick across your lips, ready to go.

“which one’s your room again?”

when ned and mj come back to an empty couch riddled with the smell of musk, they can’t say they’re surprised.

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justauthoring · 3 years

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Precious To Us [2]

In other words, you’re Seijoh’s manager.

This chapter, Oikawa’s fangirls.

A/N: Here it is! The second part! I had one person request an idea (thanks @minigranger) and I definitely plan on writing it soon but I love the trope of manager vs. fangirls that I can’t help myself. As usual, please send in ideas :)

Listen, Oikawa’s fangirls are mean.

They just are.

It doesn’t really matter to them that you’re a first year, if they’re supposed to be your seniors, they would probably still be bitches even if you were their seniors and in second/third year.

They seem to think Oikawa’s theirs, even though, of course, he isn’t and if asked, he definitely would deny.

And they see you as a threat.

A big, big threat.

Who gets to see Oikawa everyday? You. Who gets to see him practice every day? You. Who gets a front row to seat to every one of his games? You. And who does he flirt with? You.

It doesn’t matter if you reciprocate the flirting or not -- which of course, you don’t -- they’re jealous and they blame it all on you.

Honestly, the first month of managing is fine.

Now that you know who Oikawa is and you’re around him more, you do notice the fangirls, but they don’t really bother you and you’re too focused trying to learn the ropes to really care about their constant presence.

You know you’ve heard some of the other members, namely the third years, complain about them.

About how annoying and distracting they were when it came to practice, or just the mere fact that Oikawa seemed to revel in the attention and love.

You’ve heard them, but you don’t really say anything otherwise because they’ve never done anything to you so you don’t really care either or.

Besides, even if you do think it’s tad bit pathetic, you can’t deny they’re devoted and you guess, in some ways... good for them?

But when you don’t stop being manager, and the rest of the team, namely Oikawa, don’t get sick of you like they all expect them to, and a month passes and you seem to just be thriving, getting a long with everyone, and finally getting the hang of everything?

That’s when they attack.

You’re already late.

And even if you know none of the boys or even the coaches will be upset with you, you do like to be punctual and you absolutely hate being late. So, you’re rushing, practically sprinting through the halls as you try to gather your bearings and organize everything you need to.

You’re already thinking of what drills Oikawa will have the team do, and what you can do to help. Maybe you could bring up some of the notes you’ve made? You’re not a hundred percent on the terms, but Iwaizumi has been helping you, and you’re sure you’ve picked up on a few of the techniques and things you think the boys could improve on.

You didn’t want them to think you’re imposing, but this was the job of the manager wasn’t it? They always reminded you you were more then just a water girl, and that they greatly appreciated anything advice you had for them from an outsider point of view, so maybe--

Landing with a loud thud, a groan leaves your lips as you feel your chin smack against the concrete floor beneath you. It takes you a second to gather your bearings, baffled at how you were suddenly on the ground, and trying to ignore the pain at having bitten your own tongue. But the second you hear laughter, you realized exactly what had happened and your head turns around to stare at the three girls stood above you in bafflement.

They’re laughing at you, quite loudly and obvious mocking you, but your eyes narrow in bafflement when you realize you’re positive you’ve seen them before. You just can’t place your thumb on it. They’re not in your class, one of them doesn’t even seem to be in your year, and you don’t think you’d remember some random face you’d passed in the hall, so--

That’s right. You’ve seen them hanging around Oikawa before, and the one older girl had even snuck into practice one day.

Slowly pushing yourself to your feet, you move to gather your stuff, only for it to be kicked out of your grasp.

“What the--!”

“Listen.”

You blink when the older one, clearly the leader or whatever, is suddenly directly before you, barely a breaths away, glaring down at you.

“You need to quit being manager for Oikawa-san’s volleyball team.”

And your eyes widen, baffled, lips parting as you shake your head; “I don’t--”

“I think you perfectly understand,” the girl behind her sneers, eyes cold.

“We don’t like how close you were with Oikawa-san.”

“And we’re sure Oikawa-san’s sick of seeing your ugly face every day.”

You’re stunned silent. Honestly, you’re not really sure what to say.

“We’ll give you till the end of the week,” the head girl smiles, but it’s a sickly sweet, filling you with dread. “Okay?”

She doesn’t wait for you to respond before her and the other two are walking off, clearly proud of themselves if they way they walk and hold themselves is anything to go by.

It’s takes you five minutes to gather yourself before you start making your way to the gym again for practice.

Part of you wants to just skip and go home but you know the boys would be concerned, more then they probably already are given how late you are, and really, it would just cause more issues in the end anyways.

Besides, you’re never one to skip anyways.

You don’t cry. You’re not really sure why because you definitely want to, but the tears never come and then you’re suddenly in the gym and everyone's rushing towards you in concern, questions leaving their lips rapidly as to why you were so late.

You brush them off, and it almost works, before Iwaizumi takes notice of the dried blood on the corner of your lip that you’d regrettably missed when cleaning yourself up earlier and the scrape underneath your chin.

“What happened to your chin, Y/N? You’re bleeding.”

He steps towards you, but you brush him off.

“I just tripped is all. Bit my tongue.”

You smile and hope it’s enough to convince them, but even if Iwaizumi looks like he wants to argue, Oikawa’s already pulling him back onto the court.

“You’re so clumsy, Y/N-chan! You really do need to be more careful!”

Some of the boys laugh and you do too, forcing yourself to pretend like everything’s fine even though you can physically feel yourself shaking.

But even as he’s being dragged away, Iwaizumi is still eyeing you and you don’t let him grow anymore suspicious then you can tell he is. You send him a soft smile, and then turn, making your way over to the coach to see where you can help for the day.

And it continues on like that for week.

By the next day, every seems to have forgotten you being late and only Makki makes a teasing comment about the cat themed bandaid on your chin to which you begrudgingly shove him away with a shrill “it’s the only ones we have!” and you seem more like yourself then you had the day before that by the second day, even Iwaizumi has relaxed.

By the end of the week, even he seems to have forgotten about it.

But you haven’t.

And it being the end of the week has you scared.

Kindaichi seems to notice your weird behaviour in class, especially now that the two of you tend to stick together now that you’re acquainted. But you brush him off every time he asks, saying you just felt ill.

He seems to believe it fine.

Luckily for you, nothing happens.

You’re on edge all day expecting something to happen, but nothing ever does.

Aiko, the third year and clear ring leader of that little group, never approaches you. In fact, you don’t see her once all day, which that in itself isn’t odd since you’re in different years, but you had expected to see her lackies -- either Makoto, a first year like you, or even Nami, a second year.

But you don’t.

By the final bell, you’re relieved.

It was just a mindless threat. It didn’t mean anything clearly, and they had just been poking fun, and honestly you were fine with that -- so long as you didn’t have to deal with them again.

You’d just have to be more wary of the fangirls. Maybe they weren’t as kind as you thought you were, and clearly they thought you posed some kind of threat (even though you definitely didn’t) so you’d just keep it in mind and--

“I’m pretty sure we told you by the end of the week.”

It’s a harsh thud, you don’t fall to the ground like you did last time, but you do thud against the lockers which dig painfully into your back. And regrettably you let a small cry in response, which pales in comparison to the cry of pain that leaves your lips when one of them grab a chunk of your hair and tug, hard.

Pushing at the hands that grab at you, you spin, not surprise to see the same three as before, sneering down at you.

Aiko spits down at you. “Clearly you didn’t listen.”

“I’m not gonna just quit,” you whisper, feigning the confidence to speak up for yourself. Your eyes narrow up at her, even though your heart is racing madly against you chest, and shake your head adamantly. “I love managing the volleyball team, and it’s not even because of Oikawa-senpai! I love being will all the boys, and I won’t let you--!”

“You really are just a slut.”

You’re stunned silent, lips left parted.

“Listen, I gave you a week, you didn’t listen.” Aiko scoffs, shaking her head as she brushes her hair back, glaring down at you. “I’ll show you what happens when I don’t get my way.”

She strikes you hard, across the cheek, and naively, you think that’s it. You can handle some punches and kicks, because you really don’t want to give up the one thing that’s made you happy for the first time in a long time. Even as the hits continue, and your body starts to ache, you think,

I can handle this.

But still, you end up skipping practice that day. You blame it on the fact the fact that you just didn’t want to have to explain why you looked so battered and messed up, knowing this time no amount of lying was going to get you out of this one. Because, really, it wouldn’t just be Iwaizumi suspicious this time -- all the boys will be, and then they’ll probably talk to the coach and...

and, it’s just to much a fuss for you. So, you skip, sending a text to Oikawa explaining that you weren’t feeling well and you’d be back Monday and to please apologize on the coaches behalf for you.

But you don’t go back the next day.

When you open your locker the next Monday, your homework that you’d finished during lunch to previous day to get a head start is ruined. Completely and wholeheartedly ruined.

And when you glance around, the first thing you see is Makoto from across the hallway, smirking at you.

But you don’t have any proof.

So, you suck back the tears that threaten to fall, and sulk to your first class where you know the teacher will be less then pleased.

And of course she isn’t, but she simply sighs and tells you that if you don’t have it in by tomorrow, she’ll have to give you a failing grade.

Embarrassed and upset, you walk to your seat, ignoring Kindaichi’s watchful gaze as you sink into your seat.

But it only gets worse from there.

The second class starts, a note is tossed onto your desk.

You eye, confused, glancing around for who threw it, only for everyone to be faced forward, before glancing briefly at Kindaichi’s whose watching your curiously.

Slowly, you open it.

Is it true you actually slept with all of the volleyball team?

Laughter echoes, but when you look up, there’s three girls staring at you, all mockingly.

Kindaichi leans forward, trying to grab the note but you pull it from his grasp, avoiding his gaze.

He cannot see that.

And when the class ends, you narrowly avoid Kindaichi who calls for you, rushing out of the class, only for someone to bump into you the second you make it out, shoving harshly into your shoulder.

“Slut.” The voice sneers.

Your lips part, and you glance up, feeling your vision blur, but when you glance around, you suddenly notice the looks everyone’s giving you, and the way they laugh and sneer at you.

But what really makes you break is when you turn, feeling like everyone’s against you, and find Kindaichi staring at you with parted lips, obviously confused, and you just can’t hold it back then, turning without another word, and running off.

The day continues like that, and after lunch, which you spent alone hidden in a bathroom stall, you see Iwaizumi and Oikawa ahead of you, smiling when they notice you.

They look as if they want to talk, but you know then you absolutely cannot like that happen, for multiple reasons, so you turn around quickly, running off in the opposite direction despite the way they call after you.

You don’t go back to practice like you said you would.

And neither do you Tuesday.

When Wednesday rolls around, and every laughs at you when you walk pass them in the halls, or sneers at you, or looks at you like you’re the most disgusting thing, you go to the office when you realize you can’t handle this any longer.

No matter how much you love being on the team and managing the boys.

Little do you know, in class, Kindaichi notices the odd coloured paper in your hands and curiously, maybe even worriedly (because there’s a sinking feeling in his gut) peers over your shoulder as subtle as he can, lips parting when he reads the header.

Permission to quite a club form.

“I think Y/N’s going to quite the team.”

It’s the first words he says when he enters the club room that day, and it makes everybody pause.

Silence echoes, and slowly, unsurely, Yahaba shakes his head; “what-what are you talking about, Kindaichi? I thought Y/N said she just wasn’t feeling well, which is why--”

“I saw the form this morning,” Kindaichi shakes his head, “I know what I read.”

Oikawa shakes his head. “Y/N would’ve talked to us first if something was upsetting her. She wouldn’t just--”

“Haven’t you guys heard the rumours going around?”

It’s Kunimi who speaks this time, his voice the similar drawl it always is, but if you look at him close enough, it’s easy to tell that he’s concerned. Upset even. And he looks disgusted as he speaks, eyeing Kindaichi first, almost knowingly, before turning to the other boys.

Iwaizumi’s brows furrow; “what are you talk--”

“I think someone’s been bullying her,” Kindaichi frowns. “It started at the beginning of the week. Y/N came in with her homework ruined, which I thought was weird, because she always is so careful with her work and makes sure it’s done early. And then someone tossed this note onto her desk but she wouldn’t let me read it, and she wouldn’t talk to me or even look at me all class. Then, when class was over, people were... well--”

“There’s a rumour going around that’s she’s slept with all of us.”

It’s Kunimi who finishes it, Kindaichi’s face beet red, which quite a few of the boys mimic seconds later when Kunimi finishes.

But Oikawa? Oikawa just looks pissed.

“What?”

Kindaichi blanches, looking absolutely terrified; “I thought you knew! I didn’t--”

Oikawa storms past him, Iwaizumi quick to follow, and then Mattsun and Makki are right behind them. The first and second years glance at each other, before slowly following them, and sure enough the third years are heading straight for the gym, to which none of them are surprised to find you there, a form in your shaky hands as you stare at Coach Mizoguchi.

You turn to them with wide eyes, clearly having hoped to finish before any of the boys started practice. But Mizoguchi looks relieved. “Thank God you boys are here,” he breathes, standing up to which you try to stop him, but he isn’t listening, “Y/N wants to quit, but I really think she should talk to you first,” he’s looking directly at Oikawa, “she won’t tell me why. And please Y/N,” he turns to you, “I think you should reconsider.”

“We’ll talk to her,” Oikawa cuts in, voice oddly low before you can say anything.

Mizoguchi smiles, nodding at you before making his way over the gym obviously in search of Irihata. Instantly the tension thickens when you’re left alone with all eyes directly and solely on you.

It takes a second to find the words. “I’m sorry I didn’t talk to any of you about it, but I...” And your voice falters, even you can’t help the way your voice quivers. “I think it’s best if I just quit.”

“You’re not quitting.” It’s Iwaizumi who speaks this time, and his voice is so firm, so sure, even if you’re not sure how to argue against it.

“But I-I--”

“You don’t need to quite,” Oikawa shakes his head, stepping towards you and pulling the form from your grasp with ease. You watch with parted lips as he simply rips it right in front of you, tossing it aside without much care, before glancing back at the rest, namely the other third years, turning back to you. “Now, tell us, who told you you had to quit?”

And your eyes bulge. How did he--

“Kindaichi and Kunimi told us about everything,” Iwaizumi starts, moving towards you, as your eyes fall to the first years, watching the way they both, even Kunimi, stare after you in concern. “We know someone’s been bothering you, so, just tell us.”

“We’ll help you,” Watari adds with a smile, hesitantly speaking up.

And you pause, unsure. But then you stare at them all watching you carefully, and see how all of them care so much, more then you ever thought they did and you’re reminded of why you’d refused to quit in the first place. Reminded of how much you love managing the volleyball team and no matter how much you were scared and hurt, you didn’t want to lose it all.

Lose them.

“It’s... It’s a few, three actually, of Oikawa-senpai’s fangirls,” you mumble, voice low, head turned downwards. “They... They don’t like how much time I spend with him, so they... they told me to quit and when I refused, they...” You don’t need to finish.

There’s a pause, before a slap echoes.

“Somehow I knew this was your fault, Shittykawa.”

“Ow!” Oikawa cries, “Iwa-chan, it’s not like I...” But he seems to pause, lips parting as he glances down at you, his heart breaking slightly at the tears in your eyes.

Stepping forward, he pulls you into a hug, and you let him; “I’m sorry, Y/N-chan, I didn’t know they were hurting you.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“It kinda is,” Mattsun comments, stepping forward as he smiles down at you, ruffling your hair. “It’s easier to blame him anyways.”

“I agree,” Makki laughs.

And even you find yourself laughing lightly.

“Really, Y/N-chan? Even you too?”

“Sorry.”

Then, everyone turns serious; “I’ll talk to them,” Oikawa frowns. “What they did isn’t okay. I won’t let them get away with it. They’ll never bother you again, Y/N.”

And you’re surprised by how serious he is.

But things do get better.

Aiko never bothers you again, nor does any other one of Oikawa’s fangirls.

Oikawa even makes her apologize, and even you have to admit the absolute mortification on her face makes everything a lot better.

The boys try to stop the rumour, but it’s easier said then done, though, the fame of it all does dwindle and you’re not snided in the hallways so much anymore.

It’s kind of hard to when you usually have one of the third years walking you to and from class anyways.

Besides, they’re your friends, and even if everyone else hates you, they don’t.

And that’s all that matters to you.

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harrysgoldenline · 3 years

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can you pls write an angst where y/n went to her and harry's house that they bought or something like that in Italy to try to move on and go on with her life after harry broke up with her but then she never expected that harry will be there as well with his new gf.... you can end it whatever you like!! thank you

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: idk, sad I guess? also not proof read oops sorry lol

When In Italy

It has been three months since you’ve last seen or spoken to Harry. A very abrupt change after being together for four years, with constant talk of marriage and starting a family, the break up was something either of you really expected. It started as a break of sorts, eventually turning into a complete break up after only a couple weeks in a somewhat mutual way. With Harry's career taking off in so many different ways, with acting, the new tour and more, his life had changed completely and has left him very little time for anything else.

It went from daily phone and FaceTime calls, constant text messages and flowers being delivered to nothing.

“You really think that’s a good idea?” Your best friend asked you, concern plastered all over her face, “that won’t bring up too much?”

She had been sitting with you as you finished packing up your suitcase, trying her best to give you her support as you were going to be going on a spur of the moment trip to Italy and staying at the home of you and Harry, needing the much needed getaway and disconnecting completely. Seeing different things online about him all the time didn’t make it any easier and no matter how hard you tried to avoid it, he always found his way to pop up.

“I just need a break, everything here is a reminder to.” You sigh, “I just want a change of scenery. I think it’ll be good for me.”

“I hope so…” she frowned, looking up at you with a sad smile, “please don’t just sit there in the house all alone. Go out, meet some local Italian men!”

“I’m definitely not ready for that.” You say, forcing a laugh as you close your suitcase, zipping it up and placing it on the floor by your door, “but I will really try, I promise. I will call you if I need you and you can come out?”

“Hell yeah I can.” She laughs, standing up and giving you a hug, “and you’re really going right now?”

You bite your bottom lip as your eyes fill up with tears, nodding quickly as you look at her and she quickly pulled you in a tight hug.

“You can do this.”

***

You pulled your suitcase through the front door, waving goodbye to the driver as you turned around to close the door behind you as they left you alone in the house that has so many memories inside. You pause at the door, taking a couple deep breaths as you look around and try and keep your mind at bay before walking to the guest bedroom, deciding the main bedroom was too much and the guest bedroom was already way nicer than your apartment.

After taking the time to unpack, knowing you would stay awhile, you put away your things into the various drawers and closet in the room. You keep out a swimsuit and change into it quickly, sliding a simple dress overtop before walking out onto the balcony attached to the bedroom, taking in the smell of the ocean and beautiful view, memories overwhelming your senses.

“Well don’t you look absolutely stunning.” You can practically hear him say all over again, reliving the memory as if it was actually happening, “ ‘m the luckiest man in the world.”

You remember him coming up behind you, arms tight around your waist as his head rested on your shoulder, soft kisses being pressed along your shoulder as you leaned back into him, a large smile covering both of your faces before you leaned your head back, connecting your lips before he pulled back.

“I can’t decide…” He had whispered, connecting your lips again.

“Decide what?” You had giggled, turning around to face him, arms resting around his shoulders as his came around your waist.

“If I want to get married here or have our honeymoon here.”

You shuddered slightly as the memory came back, letting out a deep breath before packing a beach bag quickly and leaving the house just as fast, taking a walk down to the private beach and settling yourself in a lounge chair. Applying your sunscreen you could almost convince yourself it was him applying it on you like he always would do, large hands massaging it into your skin.

You push the thought away as you grab your phone, playing music softly to try and distract your mind. Your fingers hovered over your different social media apps, wanting desperately to just give it a quick click, wondering if you could get any update on where he could be from his fans, posts always finding their way on your feed. Instead, you hold it down, deleting all of the various apps and throwing your phone down on your bag, grabbing your book and letting the music play, opening to the first page to try and escape into the new world.

***

After a few hours been spent peacefully on the beach, you decided to head back to the house to take a nice bubblebath and order yourself some dinner, deciding that you would go to town the next morning in order to cook some of your own meals. The walk back to the house was more enjoyable this time and you began to feel a sense of hope as you approached the house, your heart not clenching in as much pain as it originally had done when you first pulled up to the house earlier that day.

Using your keys, you unlocked the back door, locking it behind you again as soon as you got inside, making your way to the bathroom right away and letting the water fill up the bathtub, pouring in some of the fancy bubblebath that you remember buying once from your favorite boutique in town, making a mental note to stop there again tomorrow.

Discarding your clothes, you hung them up, deciding you could use it once more as a cover up after not even going into the water, and you honestly didn’t even have the energy to even think about doing laundry right now, even simply showering was too much most days so you were happy to submerge yourself simply into the warm water, eyes fluttering closed as it embraced you with it’s comfort.

You began preparing yourself a mental list of things you could do tomorrow, forcing yourself to get out of the house and keep yourself occupied after locking yourself away in your apartment the past few months, planning on taking baby steps but knowing that even starting will be more like a push off a cliff.

Pulling yourself out of the bath once finishing cleansing your body, deciding to save washing your hair for the next day, you pulled yourself out of the bath, honestly just wanting to curl up into bed and go to sleep but knowing you needed to force yourself to eat something. So, you dry off, applying some matching lotion to your body, which made you feel a sense of pride of yourself as you made small steps to take care of yourself again, thanking the air of Italy as self motivation and threw on the robe that you swear was the softest one in the world.

A sudden sound coming from the house made you jump, a hand coming over your chest to try and calm your racing heart as your mind tried to think of all of the possibilities of who could be there, or maybe it was coming outside? Or honestly at this point you thought it could be your imagination as the memories that have been flashing into your mind have been so vivid it felt like it was actually happening. Your feet softly padded on the wood flooring, making your way to what you thought was the site of the sound, feeling bile rise in your throat at the sight before you.

It was Harry there, with one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen in your life, laughing together.

You weren’t sure if they saw you, both of their hair wet as towels wrapped around them and it seemed like they had just got back from the beach, making you think that you must have just missed each other as you swapped positions. You slowly walk backwards, thinking of running out the back towards the beach and calling a car, leaving all of your clothes there.

You could see slightly into the master bedroom, seeing their suitcases sprawled and things laid on the couch as they chatted together, knowing they must have arrived when you were down at the beach, your presence unknown as all of your things sat seemingly hidden in the guest room which you were now desperately trying to go and hide in, but after it being too log since you been here, you accidentally ran into the wall, a photo that was hanging there crashing to the floor, glass shattering.

Two heads quickly snapped their way towards you, both pairs of eyes meeting yours as gasps left both of their lips, Harry’s face going pale as he saw you. You opened your mouth to speak, but with this being your first time seeing your partner since the breakup, no words were able to come out.

Spinning on your heel your ran back into the guest bedroom, pulling the suitcase out of the closet and messily shoving all of your clothes into it, tears stinging your eyes and unable to hold them in as they silently spilling on you cheeks, more coming as you heard the familiar steps coming your way, feeling the presence behind you and hearing the door shut softly behind you.

“Y/N?”

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Part 2 anyone???

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familyfriendlyweed · 3 years

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makeup sessions (karl jacobs x fem reader)

a/n : hi! this is my first tumblr post. i have written stuff on wattpad in the past, but it’s still quite new to me, so please be nice :]] i accept positive critism and advice, as that most definitely will help me grow as a writer!

Y/n let out something between a squeal and a scream at the same time when she saw Karl's tweet. her face was beat red and her lips couldn't help but curl into the stupidest grin ever.

the tweet read :

hey @) y/nhasursocks wanna do my makeup at my stream today :]]

it was the simplest tweet, yet it meant so much to the girl. Karl and Y/n were always really good friends, they often streamed minecraft together, but never in a million years did he yet ask her to be in his stream in real life.

Y/n picked up the phone with trembling hands, already seeing a bunch of likes, comments and retweets to Karl's tweet. before answering, she got curious to know what the people say. cautiously opening the comments section, the girl scanned it through with her eyes. a bunch of "awwwwws" and hearts could be seen, which worsened her already red cheeks.

With her heart thumping hard against her ribs, she started writing her reply :

sounds great! <3

for a moment Y/n hesitated to press the "reply" button with the "<3" emoticon in the comment, but then she figured she and Karl sent lovey dovey emojis/emoticons in the past to each other anyways, so, she pressed the "reply" button at last.

in an instant, her reply started gaining more and more likes, comments and retweets. Y/n was never really popular, having her clout was only because of Karl being her friend, so seeing this much attention was weird to her. but she didn't care about that right now. all that Y/n cared about at the moment was the fact that Karl appreciated her enough to actually invite her over.

a little bit later in the day, Y/n received a private message from Karl, which said :

hey Y/n! I'm really glad you're up to stream together <3 i planned on starting the stream at 4 pm, but you can change the time if you're busy :] here is my address (don't tell anyone! :D) - (random address lol)

Y/n answered :

thanks for inviting me bestie!! 4 pm is cool, I'll be there! <33

she set the phone down, unable to remove the blissful smile from her face. she has never felt this way before - it was really weird, but the constant butterflies in her tummy reminded her that it's a good feeling. taking a few deep breaths, Y/n reminded to herself that all she has to do is to go to Karl's house and have a good time AS FRIENDS - no romantic stuff is needed.

~~~~~time skip~~~~~

Y/n got off from the bus at 15:50, but she still had about 5 minutes to reach Karl's house. in what felt like forever, the girl felt a sting of what was unmistakably fear and guilt - what if she was late? and what if Karl would be annoyed with her for that?

slowly she broke into a panicky run. passing careless citizens, who all looked at her fear-stricken face curiously, she finally made it to the front door of Karl's home. Y/n pulled out her phone and found the code that she was supposed to enter next the main door. she quickly dialed it, a beep beep beep was heard and she entered.

finally making it to Karl's apartment, Y/n stopped to smooth her hair and straighten her clothes so she doesn't look too shabby. her body seemed to be moving on its own - her finger pressed the doorbell automatically.

Karl opened the door almost in an instant - he wore a warm smile and before Y/n could stutter a "hello", he pulled the girl into a big welcoming hug.

"hey Y/n! it's so cool you made it!" Karl exclaimed, still holding her close.

Y/n's head was spinning, she needed more time to process what was happening. but nevertheless, she finally lifted her own arms and hugged the guy. burying her face into his sweater, she inhaled Karl's scent deeply - he smelled something like honey and warm days.

"hello, Karl." she mumbled with a grin on her face.

"come on, do you want to eat something before the stream?" Karl asked, letting go of the girl and taking her hand into his instead, leading Y/n into the house.

"oh no, I'm full. let's get straight to business." she answered, the blissful smile and content blush never leaving her face.

"alrighty! you already know, but we'll have an eventful makeup session, and then I thought maybe play some minecraft so the stream isn't too short?" the guy asked, opening his bedroom door.

"sounds great!"

Karl smiled and went to his computer :

"you ready? I'll start the stream now."

the girl quickly fixed her hair again and gave him thumbs up :

"ready."

Karl started the stream with facecam on and as soon as the chat saw Y/n, it went absolutely wild.

"guys, give her a rest, poor girl just came!" he laughed, drawing her a chair. Y/n thanked quietly and sat, waving to the chat timidly. in the corner of her eye, she saw comments like "she's so adorable" and "look at Karl being a gentleman" in the chat and her cheeks grew more red, but this time from satisfaction.

"well, as you guys know, Y/n agreed to be in my stream today, and since some of you don't really know her, she's a really good friend of mine who also streams and does youtube videos - so go support her!"

from that moment Y/n relaxed more and more with each minute. it was fifteen minutes into the stream when she already felt as if at home.

"Karl, you have a hell lot of lipsticks, where did that come from?"

"uhhhh, I only bought them for the stream today!"

"oh really? why are they all used, then?" Y/n asked giggling and showing them to the stream.

"hey- don't expose me like that!"

"chat, clip it, CLIP IT!"

all was going really well, Y/n was having a really good time with Karl AS FRIENDS. it was really nice. but all hell broke loose when the time to put eyeliner came.

"alright, I have no idea why, but you have four eyeliners."

"they're my sister's."

"haha, yeah, yeah, alright. Which one do you want big man?"

"hmmm, the one in your left hand!"

Y/n set the other eyeliners on the table, quickly glancing at the chat. her cheeks grew very very red…

"Y/N DO THE MEME SIT ON HIS LAP" "SIT ON HIS LAP" "THE MEME, DO THE MEME!!!"

a/n: if anyone is confused, this is an example of the meme i’m talking about :

the girl tried to act as if she hadn't seen the comments, but Karl was already by her side, reading them with her.

"meme… what meme?" he wondered out loud. Y/n got the impression that he was genuinely confused.

'chat, shut the fuck up, please shut the fuck up.' thought Y/n, but of course chat was just being chat.

"SHE SHOULD SIT ON UR LAP" "THERE'S A MEME WHERE A GIRL DOES A GUY'S EYELINER WHILE SITTING ON HIS LAP" "WE'RE NOT FORCING BUT YOU GUYS WOULD LOOK SO CUTE"

Y/n hid her face in her hands, unable to control her blushing. Karl just chuckled sweetly :

"chat, calm down, she's going to die from blushing."

he put on the "please stand by" screen and scooted over Y/n :

"hey, it's fine. we won't do it if you don't want to," Karl then leaned closer and whispered, "I'd be pretty glad if you agreed, though."

Y/n lowered her hands, showing off the big red hue on her cheeks. for a split second Karl's eyes widened - she looked really adorable.

"I'd also be glad." the girl said, almost not believing her own words.

Karl's adorable smile came back and he leaned back:

"well then, come here."

Y/n stood up shyly and straddled his legs, grabbing the eyeliner in the process.

"do you want me to turn on the facecam?" Karl asked quietly.

the girl nodded :

"I don't mind."

he turned it on and put his hands onto Y/n's hips. even without looking at it, Y/n knew the chat was blowing up at the moment.

"you guys better subscribe, because we're providing very good fanservice." said Karl jokingly and Y/n laughed. turning to him, she opened the eyeliner and put it next to his eye, only to find him staring at her in an awe. the girl blushed as a strong urge to kiss him kicked in. it looked as if Karl wanted the same thing.

at the precise same time, they both leaned in and pressed their lips together, Y/n putting her hands onto Karl's cheeks to hide the view from the chat. the kiss was very short and with no tongue included - but it was the most sweet kiss Y/n has ever shared with someone. she pulled away, an identical grin to Karl's on her face and hugged him very tight - they almost fell off the chair.

laughing, she continued to do Karl's makeup as if nothing happened and everyone watching the stream wasn't fainting and clipping the kiss. this will be talked about for a long time, but as before, Y/n didn't care about that, and nor did Karl.

a/n : anddddd cut! it’s quite wonky, but i believe it’s pretty swell for my first mcyt fanfic :]] let me know what you think of it and if you have any tips or advice on how to make my future stories more enjoyable! thanks for reading and i hope to see you around <3

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helloalycia · 3 years

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lose you [three] // leigh shaw

summary: just when you think Leigh is finally listening to you and giving you space, she happens to do the opposite

warning/s: mentions of loss and implications of death/grief

author's note: so this is the final part! this was fun to write ngl – i hope you like the conclusion! :)

part one | part two | masterlist | wattpad

"I think the colours look great like this, don't you?" I asked Jules, pointing to the screen of her laptop

She hummed in agreement as she sipped her smoothie.

"Or maybe this...," I said, preoccupied with trying out something different. "Okay, hold on, let me see."

We were both sat in this smoothie place a few stores down from her workplace, working on some more promotional material for another set of classes she was setting up.

"You know, we could easily do this at the studio," Jules commented in a knowing tone. "Or even at my house."

I glanced at her before looking back to the screen. "It's better this way."

She knew what I meant, so I knew I didn't need to elaborate. Ever since Leigh had finally gotten the hint and left me alone for the week, I'd been keeping away from her as much as I could, still trying to figure out what I was feeling. This also meant not going to her workplace or her house in case I bumped into her.

"So, you're not gonna tell me what happened between you and my sister?" Jules asked curiously, for the millionth time, leaning forward.

I scrunched my nose as I shook my head. "Not this time, Jules, sorry."

An exasperated sigh escaped her lips. "Leigh won't say anything either, so that's no fun..."

Not knowing how to respond, I simply kept quiet and continued to play around with the colour palette of the designs I'd put together. Jules watched over me, inputting her ideas every now and then and explaining her 'vision', before our time was interrupted with her phone ringing.

"Hello," she answered it casually, before continuing to speak to whoever. "...No, I've got one... no need! I'll pick one up for you."

I gave her a sideways glance as she looked the other way quickly, as if hiding something.

Her voice lowered as she continued to speak to whoever. "Yes, we're here..." She sighed. "She's fine, Leigh."

I rolled my eyes as I looked back to the laptop, trying to distract myself.

"Okay, I'll see you soon, bye," Jules mumbled before hanging up and looking back to me.

It was quiet for a moment, neither of us speaking as I clicked away on her trackpad. Figuring she wouldn't speak, I chose to.

"Was that Leigh?"

Looking down at her smoothie awkwardly, Jules nodded. "Er, yeah."

I shot her a look. "You know you can have a normal conversation with her. She is your sister after all."

Jules ran a hand through her hair. "Yes, I know, I just... I don't want to make you feel awkward."

"It's fine," I reassured her with a small smile, before looking to the screen. Unable to stop myself, I asked, "How is she?"

A pause, then: "She's good."

I nodded nonchalantly, though I was glad to hear. I wasn't heartless – I still cared about her. But my stubbornness, as Taylor liked to constantly point out, was keeping me from hearing Leigh out. Her words still rang clear in my ears, the implication louder than the words themselves. And then that made me angry all over again and I found myself in a constant cycle of needing space from Leigh and wanting to hear her out.

Trying to ignore my conflicting thoughts for the girl who wasn't even present, I continued to work on Jules' designs before she had to get back to work and so did I.

"Are you okay to come over tonight to finish those off?" she asked as I packed away my things.

I hesitated, chewing on my lip. The whole point was to avoid going to her house.

"I'll make sure Leigh isn't there," Jules promised, noticing my silence, before adding with a playful smile, "Or is that new promotion of yours too time-consuming for you to spend time with me?"

"You know that's not true," I told her with a suppressed laugh, before relaxing my shoulders and nodding slowly. "I... I guess I can come around for a little while."

"Only a few hours," she promised me.

I nodded. "Okay, sure. I guess I'll see you tonight, Jules."

She grinned. "Awesome! See you tonight."

—

I probably should have figured out that Jules was lying to me. I'd known her long enough to tell when she was playing me, but I must have been so distracted by everything that I failed to realise what she was doing until it was too late.

When I got to the Shaw residence that evening after dinner, Jules answered and let me in, promising that her sister and mum were out on a girls night so wouldn't bother us. That was the first major hint – Leigh hated spending 'girls night' with her mum.

Then, when I set my bag down in the living room, waiting for Jules to join me, I heard the front door slam shut.

Spinning around and staring into that direction of the house, I called after her. "Jules? You still here?"

Instead of Jules, Leigh stepped in the doorway, dressed in a jumper and joggers, hair messy but small smile on her lips. That's when I realised I'd been tricked.

"I'm out of here," I said instantly, grabbing my bag to go.

"No, please stay," she said pleadingly, taking a step forward, but stopping when she saw how much I didn't want to be near her right now.

"I can't believe you'd resort to such childish methods of trickery," I admitted with disbelief. "And just when I thought you were finally listening to me and giving me space."

She pressed her lips together firmly as I spoke, before saying, "You wouldn't have come if I'd called, Y/N. It was the only way to get you here."

"Of course I wouldn't have!" I said with frustration, hand on my bag strap tightening. "I didn't want to see you!"

"I know you didn't, that's why I left you tons of messages!" she exclaimed, before rolling her eyes bitterly. "Your stupid, love-struck assistant is clearly terrible at delivering said messages."

"You mean the assistant with the boyfriend?" I retorted with a glare.

Her eyebrows creased together with confusion. "She has a boyfriend?"

I groaned loudly before moving forward to leave. "I'm going."

Leigh's bitchiness dispersed as she realised what was happening. "Wait, Y/N– just wait!"

Ignoring her, I continued my approach to the door and pushed past her without sparing her a glance. I was afraid that if I did, I would say something I'd regret.

"Please!" she called after me. And I was a mere few centimetres from the door before she shouted, "I love you!"

I widened my eyes with surprise, wondering if I'd heard that right. Stopping in place, I turned around slowly and saw Leigh standing in the living room doorway with teary eyes and a quivering lip.

"I'm in love with you," she repeated, confirming my hearing. Green eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she continued, "I was stupid how I acted and I– I've treated you so horribly and you always put up with it. But not this time."

She paused, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks as she raised a shaky hand to move her hair from her eyes.

Swallowing hard, she said, "I p–push people away and I've pushed so many friends away, but y-you never left. You stayed this whole time a–and I've already lost so much, but I can't take losing you. I c–can't lose you, Y/N."

Forgetting my anger for a moment, I felt my heart ache in my chest as Leigh broke down before me. I'd seen her at her worst before, but this was different. She was choosing to be vulnerable and that never came easy to her.

"Leigh, I'm not going anywhere," I said gently, frown on my lips. "We're in a fight right now and I'm angry, yeah, but I would never leave you. Not for good."

"You say that!" she snapped, clenching her fists as more tears streamed down her cheeks. "You say that, but then blocked calls and wanting space turns into leaving because you can't take it anymore. You can't take me anymore. And I can't take it, I can't take pushing you away. I can't lose you."

She clenched her jaw, eyes piercing through me with sadness and guilt and anger all at once.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," she said, her voice softer and very unlike herself. "The kiss it– it scared me because I wanted to do it for a long time, but you're my best friend and best friends don't do that. So, I tried to forget about it, but I ended up blaming you in the process and it's not you who's at fault here, it's me. And because of that, you're going to hate me and leave and I'm going to be a–alone again and I can't do that again, n–not again, n–not–"

I drew closer to her and pulled her in for a hug, unable to take her hysterics any longer. It hurt too much, seeing her pour her truth out in such a volatile way that had clearly been building up for a while.

She cried as I held her close, pressing a kiss to her hair and rubbing her back slowly. I never meant for it to get like this. I didn't know that she was going through all of this turmoil and now I felt bad, even if she'd hate that I did.

"I'm not going anywhere, Leigh," I promised her, my own tears burning the lids of my eyes. "I swear. you're not going to lose me and I could never hate you. Don't even think that for one minute..."

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I led her to the bench by the front door and held her close, not caring that her tears were soaking my shirt or that she was clinging so tightly that I would never be able to pry her off, not unless she let go by choice.

I wasn't sure how long we sat there, but her cries eventually turned into sniffles and her head found it's way onto my shoulder. My arms wrapped around her torso, still rubbing circles onto her back, and hers clung around my shoulders tightly.

"I'm so sorry," she muttered guiltily into my neck, her warm breath tickling the skin and sending shivers down my spine.

I swallowed hard. "I know you are. I forgive you, Leigh."

She didn't say anything and I wondered why she was unable to let go and meet my eyes. Maybe it was easier to talk when we weren't looking at each other.

"I would never leave you, you know," I told her quietly, letting her know again. I'd let her know forever if it meant she'd believe me. "You can be such a bitch sometimes, but I put up with it because I love you, too."

She sighed. "But not like I love you."

I tried not to smile. "You're kidding, right? Of course like you love me. Why do you think I got so upset at your stupid date the other week?"

Finally pulling away from my neck, she faced me with confused eyes. "You said it was because I didn't reply to your messages."

I rolled my eyes. "It was because I thought that you didn't care about kissing me. I was scared that you didn't like me like that. That you thought you'd made a mistake."

Her eyes flickered between mine, as if trying to understand what I was saying. Realisation passed through them as she stroked my neck with her finger, arms still laced around my shoulders.

"So, the kiss. You didn't– you don't hate me?"

I shook my head, squeezing her waist gently. "I don't. And if you'd given me a chance, I would've kissed you back. Properly. Like–" I sucked up a nervous breath. "Like you deserve."

She didn't say anything for a moment, eyes merely reading mine intimidatingly. For once, a rare instance between us, I couldn't tell what she was thinking.

"Now's your chance," she finally spoke, before capturing my bottom lip between hers in an instant.

Unlike last time, I got over my surprise quite quickly and closed my eyes, pulling her closer by the waist and returning the kiss. Her lips were soft and salty and addictive, and when she rested her hand on my chest to gently push me away after a moment, I immediately chased her lips down again, refusing to let her go so quickly. Not when I'd waited so long for this moment.

She gasped as I swiped my tongue across her bottom lip, asking for entry. Using that as opportunity, I slipped my tongue between her lips and met hers in the middle, revelling in the taste that was Leigh Shaw. It didn't go beyond that and that was okay, as I was too busy focusing on how perfect she fit next to me, my one hand on her waist and the other on the back of her neck.

Finally pulling apart for air, she rested her forehead against mine and I opened my eyes to be submerged in pools of green. Licking her lips, she breathed out slowly.

"I don't want to lose you," she admitted in a whisper.

Pushing her hair behind her ear, I rested my hand on her jaw and caressed it. "You won't. I told you. I'm not leaving you. Not now. Not ever. I promise."

She closed her eyes, lips trembling ever so slightly. "You shouldn't make promises you can't keep."

I realised she was probably thinking back to her late husband and I didn't blame her. She'd suffered through so much and I couldn't imagine the fears she had.

"I'll keep it for as long as I can," I told her, kissing her forehead. "But know for sure that you won't be getting rid of me that easily."

She cracked a small smile through her teary eyes, nodding slightly. "I'll try to be less of a bitch."

"Hey, be as bitchy as you want," I told her playfully. "I'm not going anywhere, remember?"

She let out a small snort through her nose, barely a laugh, but it was music to my ears and it brought a smile to my lips. Finally opening her eyes, she looked to me with adoration and it made my heart beat a little faster.

"I love you," she said with the utmost sincerity.

I wiped away a stray tear of hers with the pad of my thumb and met her gaze. "I love you, too, Leigh."

Glassy eyes watched mine, content for the first time in a long time, before she pulled me in for a hug, tucking her head into my neck like it was her favourite spot in the world. I knew the feeling of her there was definitely mine.

"What do you want to do now?" I asked quietly, not wanting to break the peace we'd created.

"I'm really tired," she admitted, lips brushing my neck as she spoke.

I pressed a kiss to the side of her head, mumbling into her hair, "Let's get you to sleep then."

She hummed in agreement and I wouldn't have been surprised if she'd closed her eyes already.

"I want you to stay," she added. "To sleep with me."

Pausing, I tried not to laugh, which she realised and nudged me in the gut lightly.

"Not like that, idiot," she said, definitely giving me an eye roll even though I couldn't see her. "I mean, yes, eventually like that. If you want. But not now. Now, I just want you next to me."

Smile of adoration on my lips, I squeezed her gently. "Hmm, I'm not sure. I've got work in the morning. Early start."

She pulled away from me suddenly, frown on her lips and eyes flickering between mine disappointedly. I sighed, raising my hand and stroking her cheek.

"I'm kidding," I told her with a knowing look. "I mean, I do have work, but I'll stay if you want me to."

"Jerk," she mumbled, before standing up and pulling me up with her. "You're staying."

I kept ahold of her hand and intertwined our fingers, tugging her closer to me. She still seemed disgruntled from my joke, so I kissed her cheek, lingering for a second longer than usual, before smiling.

"Come on, grumpy pants."

She narrowed her eyes at me childishly, but continued to lead me upstairs and to her bedroom. As we walked, I remembered something.

"So, does Jules know about us? Since she helped you to trick me tonight?"

Leigh didn't bother flicking on the lights to her room when we entered, instead closing the door behind us and letting the streetlights from outside her window guide us to her bed.

"She knows we argued," she answered delicately. "I didn't know how to tell her about how I felt when I–" She sighed. "When I didn't even know how to tell you."

I nodded, not bothering to ask her about if she wanted to tell her tomorrow, or tell her mum tomorrow. Or if she wanted to wait and tell them later when we were settled into our relationship. I trusted her to talk to me when she was ready and there was no rush anyway.

"Jules is out with a friend tonight and my mum is working late," she explained their absence. "And you've slept over before so this is no different."

"True," I agreed.

A yawn escaped Leigh's lips and I couldn't help but smile at how cute she looked when she stretched her arms and scrunched her face tiredly. When she finished, she opened her eyes and saw my expression.

"What's got you all smiley?" she asked with a quirked brow.

I shook my head dismissively as she grabbed some pyjama pants from her drawer. "You're too cute is all."

Groaning loudly, she said, "God, Y/N, don't do that. Don't be all couple-y already. Especially not when it's–"

"What?" I cut her off with amusement, as she threw the pants in my face. "Complimenting you?"

"Exactly," she said like it was obvious, before waving her hand with irritation. "Just take your pants off so we can go to sleep."

I chuckled. "Eager much?"

She groaned again, but I saw a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. As I changed out of my jeans, she got under the duvet and got comfortable. I joined her soon enough, just about pulling the duvet on top of me before she grabbed my arm and forced me to roll over and spoon her from behind.

I stifled a laugh as she entwined our hands, resting them on her waist, and sighed contently.

"So, guess I can't be little spoon tonight then?" I teased, making her kick me with her foot.

"My bed, my choice," she muttered, voice heavy with fatigue.

Settling in behind her, I put my leg between hers comfortably and pressed a kiss to the exposed skin of her neck where my head lay.

"I don't mind being the big spoon," I reassured her, though I knew it wouldn't make a difference. If Leigh wanted to be cuddled, that was the end of it.

It went quiet as I appreciated how pleasant it felt with her in my arms, her body pressed closely to mine and her self radiating a comforting warmth only she seemed to possess. I could definitely get used to this.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

She stopped, breathing out slowly. "Thanks for staying."

"Well, you asked so nicely and–"

"No," she cut me off quietly. "Thanks."

It took me a second to realise that she wasn't talking about just now. I smiled to myself.

"Always, Leigh."

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il-ballo-della-vita-maneskin · 3 years

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Hiiii first, I'm totally in love with your blog...

Second I'm obsessed with that video of Damiano were he pulls vic all of the way of a motorcycle, could you do a imagine based in that and it turns in a argument with reader maybe fluff in the end just him being protective and all...

sorry it took me so long to write this, but here it finally is

i really hope this is somewhat what you wanted. i maybe have gone in a sliglty different direction, but i honestly couldn’t help myself, i really love mutual pinning, lol.

anyway, i hope you’ll like this, i had so much fun writing it and thanks for the request (if you have any more, send them in).

damiano david x reader

word count: 1802 (i think, lol)

warnings: mutual pinning, arguing, make out scene, cursing, maybe a little pathetic characters ng

gender of the reader: unspecified

You knew Damiano was next to you and that he was telling you something, but you didn’t pay much attention. You absentmindedly nodded your head while writing a message to Victoria to tell her you’ll be back soon.

It was already much later then you have expected it’ll be. Damiano and you had a meeting with some photographer, that will take pictures of the band. All of them were supposed to go, but none of them felt like going, so Vic asked you.

With your feelings for him clouding your thoughts and leaving you awake at night, you weren’t sure how clever of an idea was that. Though, it didn’t seem like he was enjoying it either. For quite some time now, he’s been acting distant, hasn’t really been talking to you. And it was the same way today. He barely said a word to…

A hand grabbed your forearm and yanked you aside, just as you had sent a message to Vic, to tell her you’ll be back soon. You raised your head to see what’s happening and a motorcycle passed by you. Judging by its speed, you knew that if you weren’t pulled away, you’d most likely be hit.

“What in the…” you murmured and turned to see who saved you, only to be met with Damiano’s furious gaze.

“What were you thinking!” he shouted too loudly and you flinched. The night was so quiet, with the humming of the wind as the only source of sound, and his raised voice was almost like an explosion.

“Don’t yell,” you said and jerked your hand away. His eyes crossed your body and you unintentionally held your breath. You could hear your heart beating rapidly and your mouth got dry. You felt like kicking yourself. What about him forced your body to react this way, as its only wish was closeness to him, as it only yearned for his touch and it couldn’t focus on anything but his presence?

It was remarkably irritating, really.

Especially now, when you didn’t even realize that he was talking to you, until his features changed into a frown.

“Are you even listening, Y/n?” he asked.

When he didn’t get a response, he heavily sighed and ran his hand through his hair. You wondered would it be like if you did the same thing.

“You are unfixable,” he said.

Thoughts about touching his hair vanished and your head suddenly cleared.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked.

“It means, Y/n, that you can’t even not get yourself killed. You were on the middle of the fucking road! You could have died and you aren’t even bothered about it,” he said and got a step closer too you. Unlike usually, it didn’t wake a nauseous feeling, like someone removed earth under your feet. This time, it just angered you more. You knew it was stupid, but you couldn’t bottle up your feelings any more.

“Well, you wouldn’t be bothered even if that did happen, so you can stop already with that bullshit. Thank you for pulling me aside, but now we can just get back to the ignoring and not giving a fuck about each other, like recently. I assume you must miss it, after helping me and stuff. It’s a big deal, as you’re usually not able to be polite to me for a minute,” you said, surprised how steady and stony your voice sounded, despite the devouring ache in your chest. You wanted to hit him, push him, scream at him, pull him close, hold him, kiss him, but you stayed still.

“Oh, gladly! Tell me, do you want us to completely ignore each other despite being friends once, like you did for last couple of months, or do you think we could actually explain what our fucking problem is?” he said and raised his eyebrows at you mockingly.

“Don’t even try,” you said through gritted teeth. “It was you who stopped talking to me, you who pretended I’m not in the room and you who killed our friendship. Don’t blame it on me.”

He was dangerously close to you now and your brain only managed to process it when his breath fanned over your face. The realization left you breathless. It was like you couldn’t inhale properly and it made your head spin.

“Well, I do. I blame it on you, Y/n. If you weren’t- fuck,” he cut himself off and took a step back, his eyes purposely not meeting yours.

Despite air absence, you managed to crook out “What? If I weren’t what?”

Your feet twitched, begging you to run away. The way street illuminated his features, made his skin glow almost an ethereal shine and brought warmth and depth into his eyes seemed like too much. After having him so close, no matter that it was only due to a fight, you weren’t sure you could take it anymore. You needed to leave. Or you might do things you’ll regret later.

Though, your curiosity got the best of you, as it’s prone to do.

“Damiano? If I weren’t so what?” you said and now it was you who got dangerously close. You pulled his shoulder to force him to face you. When he turned, you were only inches away, but you managed to disregard the throbbing pain in your heart. If only you could lean a little closer…

“Stupid. That fucking motorcycle almost hit you! You were walking on the middle of the roadway. It could have hit you,” he first raised his voice, but then it got quieter. You could swear his face softened, but then every trace of that disappeared again.

“What were you fucking thinking? If you didn’t focus all your attention to sending messages, you would’ve heard it. Or heard me when i was calling you.”

You didn’t know how to answer him. You were already tired and this fight seemed needless.

“Look, Damiano. Can we just stop now? I was reckless, I suppose, alright. Thanks for not letting a motorcycle kill me, if that’s what you want to hear. Can we just go-“ you started but was cut off by Damiano: “That’s not what I want to hear! How can’t you see it, Y/n?” he said and only then have you realized how tired he looked. And somehow… sad.

Last few months, something in your relationship with Damiano changed. There was that constant tension when the two of you were in the room. Gradually, you grew apart. And you hated that. It might would’ve been easier for you to bury your uninvited feelings for him, but you loved Damiano. He was your close friend and you didn’t want to lose him.

You blamed him for fall of your friendship, for the hole he left in your heart, yet it never occurred to you that it might be just as hard for him. You knew friendships sometimes fade and there in no one to blame for that. But you refused to let it happen with you and Damiano. Even if you needed to sacrifice your own feelings. Maybe, after some time, they will disappear.

“I don’t want you to thank me. I just… be more careful. I- “but he stopped. You wanted to urge him to continue. But you resisted.

“Alright,” you said. “Let’s just get back.”

You needed to fight the tears. It felt so bitter, saying goodbye. But it was better to part from your emotions than from him, right?

He grabbed your hand. You turned your head to face him again. His scent was so familiar, every little part of his face you knew better than your own. His dark eyes looked at yours, but something in them changed. His gaze wasn’t angry anymore, but some new determination found its way into it.

“I’m sorry,” he spoke quietly, almost whispered. A sad smile formed on his lips, as if every word hurt him. “I just… I don’t want you to get hurt. I got scared and… I don’t know. I guess I didn’t want you to be hit by a motorcycle.”

“I don’t want you to be hit by a motorcycle either,” you said, before you could stop yourself. You wondered why did you say something so stupid, even though it was true, but it was too late. Though, on your surprise, he lowly chuckled.

The sound was so beautiful it put you in a daze, but you soon joined him. You were laughing for some time, the sound spreading through the chilly air of the night and filling the empty street. Though, he got serious again.

“But I really am sorry, Y/n. For acting the way I did for last few months. I wish I could say I didn’t mean to push you away, but that’s exactly what I wanted. I- “

The said smile stretched his lips again. It didn’t fit him. You preferred his laughter from few moments ago.

“I suppose I care about motorcycle not hitting you more than as for the other people.”

Your heart threatened to burst out of your chest.

It maybe didn’t mean anything, of course. You were close friends, that was probably what he implied to.

Though, you could wait no longer to find out.

You leaned in and pressed your lips to his.

But he didn’t kiss you back.

You could feel something inside of you breaking as you backed away quickly, and you knew it was something vital. You fucked this up, you just ruined…

His hands grabbed your face and pulled you to him. Your lips collided with such force it made you lose your balance. But he held you tight and you placed your arms around your neck, as in wish to pull him closer, though it was impossible.

His lips tasted of cigarettes and whiskey he had at the meeting with the photographer, his tongue fought for the dominance with your own. Your teeth clashed in the kiss so passionate and hungry, yet capable of showing how much you needed each other, to make known all of your hidden wishes and pains.

His fingers pressed your waist, so hardly you were sure you’ll wake up with bruises in the morning. Yours were pulling at his hair, which made him shiver and deepen the kiss even more. You could feel his heart beat and chest heavily ascending and descending against yours.

You slowly dragged your fingers on the back of his neck and into his t-shirt, but you needed to pull apart when you lost your breath.

It spun in front of your eyes and you couldn’t even see him clearly. But you could very well see the grin on his face and it brought the alike on your face.

You placed your head in the crook of his neck. His arms embraced you and he was about to say something when your phone buzzed.

The message was from Victoria: You will come back soon, huh? Well, I guess you and Damiano are busy

i know this went in quite different direction, but i hope you still like it<3

Love, Ri✨

P.S. imagine requests are open, so feel free to send requests, i really like getting them (and sorry if it takes me a while to answer to you!)

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the-winter-spider · 3 years

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My whole heart - Prologue

Characters: Sebastian x reader

Word Count: 730

Warnings: none

A/N: So ive had this in my drafts for awhile, posting it to see if i should write a part one or not! Lemme know. Oh and never edit or proof read like always

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You joined the Marvel family in 2009 when you were cast as ‘Elizabeth’, she was strong willed, feisty, sweet, caring, best girl to Steve and Bucky, born May 10th 1917, which was a huge part of your characters dialogue, because you were 2 months younger than Bucky but almost 2 months older than Steve, it was huge part of your characters banter with the boys.

You three hit it off almost immediately, which was easy to do considering you were together almost everyday, from pre production, table reads, shooting, press, you name it. But you and Sebastian always had something special, you felt a tug towards him, almost like your heart had strings that were attached to his. The way he would look at you made your stomach flutter with butterflies, the light hand touches during interviews, or sometimes the way his hand would rest on your thigh, and god that smile he would give you, it was something else, he was something else. But you knew it was all a part of the act, it had to be.

Your characters had this dynamic, Bucky was in love with Elizabeth or ‘Ellie’ as ‘Bucky’ called her, and Ellie was head over heels for Bucky, both of them to stubborn and hard headed to make a move so your characters stuck with being overly flirtatious with constant arguing, Steve always said you two were like an old married couple, he was also the only person that knew about both of your character's feelings towards each other. He was always there for you when you cried on his shoulder because Bucky was with another girl, and he was always there for Bucky when he was pissed you were on another date with a guy mumbling some about how none of them would ever be good enough for you.

So you knew Sebastian only did those things, the little things that made you fall in love with him, because that's who your characters were and it made the fans and press go nuts. Marvel loved it, when you two were going over your new contracts with the MCU, everyone told you two to “keep it up” and that they loved the show you two put on. Except it wasn't a show for you.

****

“This is exciting” Sebastian beamed

Taking a sip of your coffee “What? being up at 5 in the morning?”

“Not that in particular, but starting the whole process all over again” Sebastian stopped in front of you, grabbed your shoulders shaking you.

Trying not to spill your coffee you shoved him away “What are you doing?!”

“Im transfering my excitement onto you”

You couldn’t help but smile, he was contagious “Weirdo”

“You love it” He grinned, throwing his arm over your shoulder.

God you did and he had no idea.

Sebastian and you made your way to the conference room on set, you werent gonna lie to yourself you were super eager to find out how your character was going to be part of the future, since you knew Steve was frozen on ice, Bucky was taken by HYDRA, today you were finding out your powers and the story arch of how you became apart of The Avengers. Your character was not a part of the comics, it was something they decided to write in to give more dynamic to Steve and Bucky, and to have at least some sort of element of surprise over the fans, a one hand on the wheel sort of situation.

The two of you finally made it to the conference room “there my two love birds are!” Kevin shouts from the corner while clapping his hands.

Sebastian laughed “You think we’ll get a kiss scene this time?” he spoke softly moving directly in front of you, your faces inches apart as he spoke, before spinning back around to see Kevin “or is that too much of an ask?”

Your breath hitched in your throat, bringing your now cold cup of coffee to your face so you could hide the colour coming to your cheeks, making your way to sit beside Chris, “Keep dreaming Sebby” you finally spoke.

“Oh i will” wiggling his eyebrows at you, sitting directly across from you “I want nothing more” he laughed.

It was all a part of the act. breathe y/n. breathe

#sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan #bucky barnes angst #bucky barns x y/n #bucky barns x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x female reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x stark!reader

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troquantary · 3 years

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Edward Cullen: That Boy Ain’t Right

So I was doing a reread of @therealvinelle 's collection of Twilight metas, as one does, and in "Edward, Denial, and a Human Girlfriend" she mentions that she doesn't believe Edward is sane. I thought, "ha, yeah, he's definitely not," and also, "but wait, what does that mean exactly, please say more about that." But since she's already inundated with asks, I've decided to use my own head-muscle and explore this idea. (TL;DR: I start out more or less organized, synthesize some points Vinelle has made across several posts (and have hopefully linked to them all where relevant but please tell me if not), touch a little on narcissism, then take a hard left into the negative effects of being a telepath.)

Just a couple things to note at the outset, though. Theses have been written already (probably) about Edward as an abuser. Edward being insane doesn't negate that at all; he's definitely an asshole and just...a disaster of a human being. (I find it more funny than anything, but YMMV.) I'm also going to try to avoid talking specifically about mental illness and how it relates (or doesn't relate) to abusive behavior -- that's territory I'm not really equipped to discuss, like at all. My starting point is "Edward has a deeply warped perception of reality," not "Edward has X disorder."

So: deeply warped perception of reality. The evidence? Goes behind a cut, because my one character trait is Verbose.

Vinelle provides a great example of it in the post linked above, which I'll just quote because she does words good: "[Edward] keeps acting like his romance with Bella is a romantic tragedy, and all the cast of Twilight are actors on a stage making it as sublime as possible." Edward's the one to pursue Bella, but he does so with the full belief, from the very beginning, that it will never last; Bella will "outgrow" him, go on her human way, and he can spend the rest of eternity brooding magnificently over his too-short romantic bliss. [Insert premature ejaculation joke.] Turning her is never an option, even though Alice, Noted Psychic, says that romancing Bella will either end with her dead (exsanguinated) or dead (vampire).

This framing, where he's a dark anti-hero in love with -- but never tainting! -- the pure maiden and eventually leaving her in a grand, tragic sacrifice to preserve her soul? It's fucking bonkers. Bella isn't a person to him in this scenario. As Vinelle points out, Bella's never really a person to him at all; he falls in love with his own mental construct, cherry-picking from what he observes of her behavior and her responses to his 20 (thousand) Questions to convince himself that she is the ideal woman.

Bella's not the only one who gets the projection/cardboard-cutout treatment. Edward sees everything and everyone through a highly particular, personalized lens. He filters his entire reality, which we all do to an extent, but the thing with Edward is that he starts with his conclusions and then only pays attention to the evidence that supports those conclusions. Often that evidence consists of what he admits in New Moon are only "surface" thoughts -- but recognizing that limitation doesn't keep him from taking those thoughts as representative of what people are. Edward then becomes absolutely convinced by his own "reasoning" and won't be swayed from what he has decided is Objectively True. It's obvious with Bella; it's also painfully obvious with Rosalie. (Vinelle explains this and brings up Edward's raging Madonna/Whore complex in the same post, so refer to that again -- she's right.)

He also catastrophizes. Everything. Bella's just vibing in her room, rereading Wuthering Heights for the 87th time? She's gonna be hit by a meteor, better sneak into her room while she sleeps. Bella's going to the beach with the filthy mundanes their human classmates? She's gonna fall in the ocean. Jasper's cannibal pals are stopping by for a visit, but know not to hunt in the area? DISASTER, DEFCON 1, ALSO FUCK YOU JASPER FOR EVEN EXISTING IN MY AND BELLA'S SPHERE YOU UNSPEAKABLE BURDEN. Edward must believe that Bella is vulnerable and in near-constant peril, to support the reality he has created in which he is the villain turned protector and maybe?? hero??? (!!!) for his beloved. So when the actual, James-shaped danger arrives, he goes berserk, snarling and flipping his shit and generally not helping the situation. His fantasy demands that Bella remain human, so instead of doing the very thing Alice, Noted Psychic, assures him will neutralize the threat (and not just a threat to Bella, either, but to Bella's family and any other human James might decide to include in the "game"), he vetoes it immediately, no discussion. Bella Must Not Turn, and he sticks to those guns despite James nearly reducing her to ground beef, despite leaving Bella catatonic with depression (but human! success!) in New Moon, despite Aro's order and his family's vote and, let's not forget, Bella's clearly and repeatedly stated desire to be a vampire. It's going to happen. But he doesn't accept it until Renesmee busts out of Bella like the Kool-Aid man and the poor girl's heart finally, unequivocally stops.

Sane people don't behave this way. I don't want to slap labels on Edward, but I can't help but note that he comes across as highly narcissistic. He's the only real person in his universe, the lone player among us NPCs. That probably has a lot to do with him being frozen in the mindset and maturity of a seventeen-year-old boy, but I think it's also just...him, on some fundamental level. His failure to connect with others and recognize them as full, independent beings with their own wants and priorities isn't like Bella's failure -- she's badly depressed. Edward is...something else, and I get the sense that his sanity has been steadily deteriorating over time. And a cursory google of narcissistic traits turns up some familiar-looking stuff. He's self-loathing, yes, but also grandiose; he hates himself for the monster he is (and hates most vampires besides Esme and Carlisle for their monstrosity, too) but still feels superior to humans, to the extent that he felt entitled to human blood and resented Carlisle for depriving him of his "proper" diet. He eventually returns to Carlisle, but he's far from content -- the beginning of Midnight Sun finds him in a state of ennui, bored and dismissive of (if not outright disgusted by) everyone around him, that has apparently persisted for years and years. He doesn't play the piano, he doesn't compose, he doesn't enjoy anything...at least until Bella comes along and then he becomes obsessed to a disturbing degree with her and his new, romantic tragedy spin on reality.

[Next-day edit: I’m not sure where else to fit this in, but the way Edward casually contemplates violence against people who have, at best, mildly annoyed him is...chilling. I have a hard time writing off his strategizing how to murder the entire Biology class as a result of bloodlust -- it’s so calculated, nothing like the blackout state of thirst Emmett describes when he encountered his own “singer,” and that is probably the default for when a vampire is extremely thirsty. But even ignoring the Biology class incident, Edward still does things like consider, with disturbing frequency, how he might grievously injure or kill Mike Newton, all because...Edward considers him his romantic rival (despite Bella barely giving the kid the time of day). He thinks about slapping Mike through a wall, which might be an amusing slapstick image, except as a vampire Edward’s actually capable of turning this boy’s skeleton to a fine powder. So it’s, y’know, kind of sick when you think about it.

But even worse than that, when Bella tells Edward about how she flirted with Jacob to get at that sweet, sweet vampire lore, Edward chuckles and then, after dropping Bella home, flippantly observes that now that the treaty’s broken, why not genocide? I’m not even kidding, it’s right there in Midnight Sun; he seriously thinks about the fact that he’d be technically justified now in wiping out the entire tribe because a teenager tried to impress a girl with a spooky story. That is fucked. Remember, Edward was there with Carlisle when the treaty was first established. He knows how remarkable it is that they even came to a truce in the first place, that it was only ever possible because Carlisle is...well, Carlisle, and that it marks a pretty significant moment in supernatural history. He doesn’t care; he doesn’t respect it, or he’d never think something like “Ha ha, if I went and killed them all, I wouldn’t even be wrong. I mean, I won’t do it, but I’m just saying, I wouldn’t be wrong.”

Again: not the thought process or behavior of a sane person. (Or a person that respects life in general -- sorry Carlisle, big L.)]

Finally, whether he's a narcissist or not, I think the fact that Edward has constant, unavoidable access to everyone's thoughts is a powerful contributing factor to his instability. He can tune out the mental noise to an extent, but he can't stop it -- so he comes to rely on it like another sense. This causes issues with disconnect and lack of empathy, of course, but there's another facet to this shit diamond: he's basically experiencing a ceaseless flow of intrusive thoughts. His narration in Midnight Sun suggests that he "hears" the words people think, can "see" what they visualize in their mind's eye, and can sense the emotional "tone" and intensity of their thoughts. Therefore, perceiving Jasper's thirst through his thoughts makes Edward more aware of his own, "doubling" the discomfort. This would be a lot to deal with even from just his immediate coven members, but Edward gets all of this pouring into his head like a firehose on a day-to-day basis because the Cullens live right alongside humans. I know Meyerpires have galaxy brains or whatever, but that's a ton to process.

Besides the compounding effect on his own thirst when he "feels" the thirst of others, Meyer never suggests that Edward has difficulty separating his own thoughts from other people's; even when he was newly turned, he recognized Carlisle's "voice" in his head as Carlisle's. That would create a whole different host of issues around identity, but it looks like Edward's escaped that particular torment. However, I can easily imagine that what he does experience is just shy of unbearable nonetheless, with an eroding effect on his sanity over decades. He can't sleep to escape it; he's on a dishwater diet and probably (like the rest of his family) experiencing a perpetual, low-grade physical discomfort due to his thirst never being fully satisfied; and he's around far more people than is the norm for vampires -- even discounting all the humans, his own coven is unusually large -- meaning more noise.

Honestly, it would be weirder if he were all there, considering.

And even though I feel like I lost a sense of structure around where I started ranting about telepathy, I've written like 1.5k words about Edward fucking Cullen and I think that's enough for one post.

#twilight #twilight renaissance #twilight meta #edward cullen #i stared too long and the twilight abyss gazed back #long post #major credit due to therealvinelle for having basically all the ideas already #theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin too since they agree and build off each other's metas a lot #idk how people who write meta can just crank these posts out i've been here for two hours #edited to add stuff i forgot to mention about edward's disproportionately violent fantasies

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ppersonna · 4 years

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waking up in vegas - jjk | m

get up and shake the glitter off your clothes, now. that's what you get for waking up in Vegas - waking up in vegas, katy perry

↳ summary- you know what they say. what happens in vegas, stays in vegas. but, what happens when you accidentally marry your brother’s best friend?

↳ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

↳ pairing- jeon jungkook x reader

↳ word count- 3.1k

↳ genre- fluff, smut, pwp with feels

↳ warnings- penetrative sex, fingering, unprotected sex (be smart friends), cream pies, light dirty talk, jungkook being cute af, slight nipple play

↳ a/n- well. i can’t tell you why i decided to write this, but i did. and it’s cute? i hope you enjoy this! thanks to @taetaewonderland @kookiesjoonies for reading it over and for @ladyartemesia and @xjoonchildx for being the best hype team a lady could ask for. i love uuuU!!!! feel free to hmu if you’d like!

It’s a splitting headache that wakes you up from your near comatose sleep.

Your eyes blink open and you groan when a sliver of light bores into your vision. The curtains are closed but there’s just enough of a crack that the sunlight seeps in directly onto your face.

You roll over in the expansive hotel bed and hold a pillow to your face as you groan out loud.

What happened last night?

All you remember is being with the guys, celebrating your brother Namjoon’s upcoming nuptials by bar-hopping your way down the main strip of Las Vegas.

It all gets pretty blurry from there.

You know you’re in a hotel room and you hope it’s yours. You can’t remember if you made it back to your own room or if you found someone to share the night with. There had been that cute guy at the first bar who bought you a drink. Maybe you’d gone home with him.

You chance a look at the bed and see a human-sized lump next to you, a tiny bit of black hair sticking out.

The black hair was nondescript, and you had no idea who it could be. There surely were a thousand men in the greater Las Vegas area alone with black hair. It could be anyone.

Looking around the room, you notice the decor is like that of your own hotel. But the layout of the room is different. You bite your lip as you notice you’re completely naked as well. You’re in a stranger’s room and nude. Well, at least you’re in the right hotel.

You’re desperate to know who the mystery person under the blankets is, but a war rages within you—should you grab whatever clothes you can find and book it before they wake up? What if your beer goggles were a little too foggy last night? How would you feel if you woke up next to someone 20 years older than you? Or god forbid, younger than you?

A groan comes from the blankets beside you and you panic. You quickly lay back down in bed and pretend to sleep, back turned to the stranger beside you.

“Fuuuuuck,” the voice grumbles as they emerge from the white cotton bunker they huddled under.

Your pulse froze in your veins.

That voice. It was so familiar. It couldn’t be.

You peek an eye out and see the back of a head, unruly black hair sticking out in different directions. The man smacks his lips as he adjusts his eyes to the low light of the bedroom, before he turns and looks in your direction.

You nearly gasp in horror.

Jeon Jungkook stares at you with a dopey grin on his face. He’s shirtless, and you hate how your eyes can’t stop staring at the way his muscles ripple down his back. Even in times of crisis you’re still achingly attracted to him.

Jeon Jungkook is your brother Namjoon’s best friend, soon-to-be best man at his wedding, and your decades long secret crush.

The fact that you’re waking up naked in his bed is equal parts distressing as it is titillating.

“Oh!” He looks startled. “What are you doing here?”

You’ve pulled the sheets up to your chin, covering any inch of exposed skin.

“Uh, I don’t know,” you whisper as you swallow hard. “I was hoping you would know.”

Jungkook sits and squints his eyes, as if he’s trying to directly visualize into the past.

“Did we end up drinking in here last night after we went out?” He asks as he rubs at his messy hair.

He drops his left hand to the bed, then freezes, eyes locked on his fingers.

“Oh, my god.”

You sit up, worried he’s recalled something that you don’t.

He spins his head to look at yours and notices your bare shoulders. His eyes widen and he grabs your arm, reaching for your left hand anxiously.

Before you can open your mouth to question his movements, your eyes follow where his eyesight lands.

A gorgeous, sparkling wedding ring sits on your delicate finger, sparkling in the single strip of sunlight beaming through the windows.

Your throat goes dry. Jungkook lifts his own hand and presents a silver band on his ring finger and you nearly faint.

You’re married.

To Jeon Jungkook.

You got drunkenly married to your childhood crush and your brother’s best friend.

“Namjoon is going to kill me,” he groans. He dramatically falls back onto the pillows and covers his face in shame.

You bite your lip carefully and study the ring on your hand. It’s stunning. It’s the size and shape you’ve always dreamed of having. You can’t help but note the irony of it all. Your dream ring and your dream husband.

Jungkook turns his head to look at you, stares at the soft skin of your bare back.

“Oh, my god, we fucked.” He covers his face with his hands again, muffling his words. You’re grateful that he can’t see your face—can’t see the way your cheeks are flaring bright red.

“I had sex with the girl I’ve been in love with for years and I don’t even remember if I did well or not,” he cries.

Your own head whips to where the boy lies prone on the bed, groaning his sorrows into his palms.

Did Jungkook just admit out loud that he’s been in love with you? Were you hearing that right? You nearly pinch yourself to check and make sure you’re not dreaming. There’s no way. Was there?

“What did you just say?” You question.

He peeks at you through his fingers covering his face, a bashful look on his face.

“Was I good? Did I make you cum? God, please don’t tell me I finished too quickly.”

You shake your head and scoot closer, desperate for confirmation of what he just said.

“Not that, you idiot. I don’t remember either. What did you say before that?”

Jungkook’s cheeks turn pink and you hold back any cooing that’s desperate to claw out of your throat at the sight.

“I uhh,” he stumbles. “I sort of may be a little… into you. Like, a lot.”

He hides his face again with his hands, but his grin gives him away. He’s bashful, and you want to push him off the bed as much as you want to kiss him.

“You fucking asshole!” You laugh as you shove at his arm. “I’ve had a crush on you since I was 6! Ever since Namjoon crushed my Barbie dream house and you helped me fix it.”

He pulls his hands off his face and slaps them down on the bed, eyes wide with surprise.

“Really?!” He asks.

“Yes, you idiot,” you sigh. “Why else would I drunkenly agree to marry you?”

Jungkook sits up and smiles, like a puppy. His arms wrap around you and he pulls you in for a hug. It’s tight, and innocent and you can tell he’s still beaming from ear to ear. It makes you smile as you wrap your arms around his middle and return the enthusiasm.

He pulls back and holds you away from his body with his hands on your shoulders. His eyes are lit and he looks like a kid on Christmas.

“We’re married!” He exclaims.

You can’t help but laugh. “Yes, we are. A little non-traditional but, it worked out in our favor.”

Jungkook slides his hand down to hold your left, bringing it to his lips and kissing the diamond-studded finger gently.

He lets your hands drop, and he smiles at you, silence shrouding the two of you on the king-sized bed. He seems to be taken, deep in pleasant thoughts.

“Wait!” He jerks back to reality. “We fucked. But you don’t remember it, and I don’t remember it.”

You bite your lip, suddenly shy. “Yes?”

“So we can’t even truthfully say we’ve consummated the marriage.” He looks at you as if he expects you to follow his train of thought.

“Kook, I’m hungover. Can you just… spill it?”

He sighs dramatically, but the grin remains.

“Lets fuck? It is our honeymoon, after all.” He winks as he crawls towards you.

The sheet has fallen off his lower body now and your eyes widen at the sight. He’s hard and impressively thick. He’s shameless too, knows you’re staring and doesn’t move to hide it. In fact, he appears to make it more on display as he hovers over you.

“I’ve dreamt of this moment,” he sighs as he approaches you, comes face to face above you.

Jungkook is no longer the silly, playful puppy dog you know and love. His eyes are dark and blown wide, breath heavy and confident. He oozes a raw sensuality that has you squeezing your thighs tight.

“I’ve always wondered what you’d look like underneath me with those big, beautiful eyes of yours,” he breathes as he leans down to pepper your collar with kisses.

“Will you let me make you feel good? Give you a honeymoon you’ll never forget?” He asks, fingers playing with the sheet but never straying further. He’s waiting for you, waiting for your consent or denial.

“Please,” you gasp as his fingers tickle the skin of your decolletage. “I want you.”

Your acceptance is all he needs to hear before he’s pulling down the stark white sheet from your chest and exposing your breasts. He licks his lips as he stares at you, and your body warms under his gaze.

“Fuck, you really looked like this under your clothes? All this time?” He asks, his voice turning needy and whiny. “No wonder Namjoon kept you under lock and key.”

You huff lightly. “Can we not talk about my brother during sex?”

Jungkook chuckles and nods, before bringing a finger up to pinch and tug at a nipple. It makes you both moan, and the bud hardens beneath his touch.

“Fuck,” he repeats. He seems to be stuck on a constant loop of surprise. He seems just as dazed as you—unsure if this is real but unwilling to wake up if it’s not.

His cock hardens even more—you can feel it through the cotton sheet on your thighs and you’re desperate to touch him. As he lowers his mouth to suck your nipple into his mouth, you push the remaining bits of sheets and mused blankets off your body and reach for his cock with a groan.

Jungkook inhales sharply around your nipple as he feels your warm hand grip him. It makes his cock twitch in your grasp and he sucks harder to compensate.

Your back arches with the force of his suction, and your hand strokes his length languidly. He nearly whines onto your breast, before he pops off and lifts his head—eyes closed and mouth dropped open in bliss.

“S-shit, your hand feels so fucking good,” he whispers through gritted teeth.

“Imagine how my pussy will feel,” you counter.

Jungkook drops his head onto your breast at your words.

“You’re gonna kill me with that dirty mouth.”

“That’s the plan.” Your hands tug at his black locks until his lips meet yours, meshing them in a deep and passionate kiss.

His hand slides down between your legs, slithers to your heat where he presses two fingers inside you and groans at the wetness there. It makes you gasp and whimper into his mouth as he fucks your relentlessly with his fingers.

“Dirty little girl,” he whispers as he bites your lip and tugs. “Can’t believe you’re mine. This pussy is all mine, now.”

You nod quickly and desperately as your legs fall open even more. The wetness of your channel is squelching around his fingers and Jungkook’s groans muddle with your own in the expansive room. His fingers scissor you open and you’re keening at the stretch.

“Gotta get this tight cunt ready for my cock,” he breathes as he sucks a spot on your neck. You’re sure it’s gonna leave a dark mark, and you thrill at the idea. You want the world to see you’re his—you’re finally his.

“P-Please,” you beg as you feel your body coming closer to the breaking point.

Jungkook growls as he pulls his hand from inside you and shakes his head.

“I want you to cum on my cock.” He lines himself up and rubs the head of his cock up and down the slit.

“You okay without a condom?” He asks, waiting with the bulbous head still catching the slick of your pussy, not quite pushed in fully. “I’m clean.”

You’re whimpering—the feeling of his thickness so close to being inside of you has your mind nearly empty. You nod your consent.

“I’m good too. On the pill.”

It’s all the boy needs to finally push his length into you. His head throws back in bliss as he feels your tight walls accept him. You wrap your legs around his waist to encourage him deeper, pulling him in to the hilt.

“A-ah,” he gasps. “You feel so fucking good.” His hands grip your hips as he stills himself for a moment—allows himself a minute to catch his breath and beg his body not to cum too quickly.

“So big,” you whine. “Fuck, Jungkook, baby…”

There’s nothing else to say, no ability to speak as he pulls his length out slowly and slams it back in, knocking all the air in your lungs with it.

“You’re finally all mine,” he grits as he thrusts in and out of you again, as deep as he can. “My fuckin’ dream girl, all mine.”

He finally opens his eyes and watches as your cunt takes each thrust, watches your tits bounce in time with his pistoning hips. He can’t help but travel up to your face, where your mouth opens in silent rapture and you focus your eyes on him—like he’s the only man in the universe. Jungkook has never felt more powerful, more loved. The girl he’s only ever pined over is finally here, finally beneath him, wearing his ring. While he doesn’t remember how it started, he’s sure as hell he will remember how it continues.

You squeak out moans with each harsh thrust, reveling in the way the tip of his cock kisses your cervix and drags against your walls. Feeling him bare—rubbing and hitting each spot that has you gasping for air and seeing new colors, is sending you closer and closer to a screaming finish.

Your hands hold his powerful arms, grip the muscles of his biceps you’ve spent years drooling over. You can’t comprehend that he’s yours now, all yours to touch and feel and fuck. And love. You finally can shower the man with all the love you’ve cultivated for him, and you plan to start now.

“L-love you, Jungkook, fuck! I love you,” You gasp.

His rhythm stutters as he registers your words, and he feels his stomach tighten—your admission bringing him even closer to his climax. His hands grip your hips tighter, knowing he’s sure to leave bruises there.

“G-god, baby,” he grunts as he thrusts into you harder, faster. The sounds of your cunt are music to his ears, the slick juices squelching around his cock. “I’ve always loved you.”

He removes a hand from your hip and rubs your clit with the pad of his thumb, eyes now firmly locked with yours. Your legs fly up to rest on his shoulders and the new position has him hitting you even deeper.

“Cum with me, baby,” he begs as his thumb circles your clit harder, applies more direct pressure. “Wanna see my pretty wife cum on my cock.”

Your spine tingles as it builds and you’re gaping for breath as your orgasm slams into you like a freight train. Your entire body is alight with licking flames and electric shock. Your cunt pulsates wildly around his cock, gripping so tight that Jungkook lasts only a few more thrusts before he’s cumming hard inside you.

Jungkook gasps your name as his cock spills his load inside you, emptying himself completely. Your walls are coaxing him, stroking and encouraging him to spill so deep, as if it can’t get enough of him.

You take nearly a full few minutes before your vision returns to normal and your breathing settles down from the heavy breathing. Your legs are still on Jungkook’s shoulders and his cock still rests deep inside you, softening gently.

“Holy shit,” you whisper with a long exhale.

Jungkook nods and lets out a chuckle. He eases his cock out of you, sighing with pride at the way his thick cum slides out of you with it. He can’t believe that this is him, and that is you. That his cum is what’s decorating the inside of your walls, that he gets to be the one to do it—always.

Jungkook lies beside you and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you to kiss him sweetly.

“I know we sort of skipped the whole dating part and went right to marriage,” he says sheepishly. “But, I was hoping you’d let me take you to dinner sometime?”

You can’t help but cup his cute cheeks and kiss him again—your heart feels as if it might burst.

He pulls you close, wraps his hands around you to pull you on top of him. His cock is jerking with the need to go again, to be buried inside you once more.

You smile as you straddle him, lining his cock up with your soaked heat before sitting fully and allowing him to enter until he’s completely enveloped. You gasp out his name at the feeling—oversensitive but still not yet satisfied. You sit and marvel at how he feels inside you—you think you could let Jungkook be there forever, as if it’s where he’s meant to be.

A harsh knock pounds on the door, before the clicking noise of the lock moves and allows entrance to the intruder. Jungkook is quick to throw the sheets of your combined bodies, you still straddled and laying on top of him.

“Kook! Have you seen my fucking sister? Where the hell--,” your brother is cut off mid-sentence as he takes in the scene in front of him.

“Uh,” Jungkook blushes. “Hey, new brother-in-law.”

Namjoon quickly averts his eyes and backs away quickly.

“Jesus! Christ!” He complains as he moves out of the field of vision.

“You two get dressed now!” He demands from the hallway. “You have some explaining to do!”

You can’t help but giggle as Jungkook’s features turn stark white with fear. You press a kiss to his lips for reassurance.

“It’s okay, babe,” you whisper as you pat his cheeks.

“And what the fuck do you mean by brother-in-law!?” Namjoon shrieks. “Jeon Jungkook, I’ll fucking kill you!”

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I think you've horribly misread the situation [shitty roommate pt 2] - leo x reader

wc: 2.3k

genre: contemporary drama, you're definitly going to get second hand embarrassment, cozy fluff

pairing: leo x reader, attempted isabella x leo

reader: gender neutral, they/them

requested: hell yeah

warnings: mild swearing, roommate tries to steal your man once again, mentions of various mainstream vampire media (twilight, the vampire diaries etc.), brief mention of castlevania (even though i haven't seen it yet lol), breif mention of videogames and assassins creed, very mild delusion (roommate is secretly convinced leo is a vampire that's in love with her), attempted age gap relationship (she's 17 and leo's 19, he shuts that down real fast), very bad poetry

summary: You and Leo are both looking foward to spending a long weekend together, and Leo is determined not to let anything interrupt it, even if it means turning down your roommate's attempts to seduce him in the kitchen.

a/n: absolutley no hate or shade or judgement to anyone who has the same or similar traits as isabella!!!!!! at her core she's annoying because she's the antagonist, not bc of any isolated trait or traits

also she's shitty cause she keeps trying to steal your boyfriend?????

Edit: I forgot to mention before, but this is a college au where you're both still demigods, so you went to camp and on quests and stuff together

This weekend is going to be all about recharging. Recharging from the ridiculous back to back closing and opening shifts at work, recharging from having to redo that stupid project twice because your professor couldn’t decide on a clear way to define the criteria, and recharging from Isabella having her townie friend Regan over almost non stop to “completely shake up her look” as she put it.

Between the constant presence of someone you’d barely consider an acquaintance and Big Time Rush’s self titled album blasting on repeat out of her giant airpod shaped speaker, it’s been harder than usual to get in some effective self care. You have no idea how many more times you can hear the phrase “I’m going for Jade West meets Elena Gilbert, with just a little Buffy Summers” before you lose your fucking mind.

Thankfully, the hard part is almost over. There’s some minor holiday tomorrow on friday, so you and Leo both have a three day weekend ahead of you, which you intend to spend entirely together. You planned ahead, frontloading homework, chores, errands, and everything you could think of to remove anything that isn’t cuddling or playing video games and watching netflix together from your horizon.

This includes going straight from work to the grocery store to stock the fridge and get any snacks you and Leo want. You had texted him a while ago asking for anything he was craving, and head into the store with a concrete list. After a while, you circle around some aisles, avoiding the check out.

“I feel like I’m forgetting something,” you muse, knowing it’s untrue, but hoping to trigger a memory anyway. You can’t put it off any longer, finally checking out and heading back to your apartment. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t avoiding Isabella just a little.

You know bringing in all these groceries would be way easier with Isabella and possibly Regan’s help, but you just don’t have the social energy to talk to anyone, much less her, right now. By some miracle, you bring everything in yourself, and hope to get it put away before you see Isabella.

You turn to the freezer, putting away the ice cream. When you turn back around, you’re suddenly met face to face with Isabella, who has opened one of the boxes and is picking at a pastry.

“Hey girlie,” she says, elongating the hey.

“Hey,” you reply lethargically, putting the last of the groceries away. She looks at the pastry in her hand like she’s just noticing it.

“Sorry, I can’t help it, I’m italian.” She smiles, endeared by her own behavior. You have no idea what being italian has to do with asking before you open a box of your roommate’s food, but this really isn’t out of character for her. She brings up the fact that she’s half italian more than Lele Pons blames her behavior on being latina.

She’s wearing sweatpants that say chaser on the leg in red and gold varsity font, and a tight tee shirt that says “it’s okay to love them both” with silhouettes of the male love interests from one of the vampire shows she always watches. You collect the plastic bags to put in recycling, and see a piece of paper on the counter.

It reads as follows:

Drowning in my mind

No one hears me cry

Who was I before society

Before society put me in a pink dress

And handed me blonde hair dye

And told me to lose ten pounds or be labeled a freak?

The happiest people cry the most

Let the lyrics be your story

But I’m not like the other skinny blonde pretty girls

I’m

Different

-b.g. xox

You hold back a sigh.

“I think this is yours.” you say, handing it to her.

“Oh, it’s just some of my poetry I left lying around, that’s so embarrassing.”

I know, you think, you do that all the time.

“Did you read it?” She asks, hopefully.

“Nope.”

“Thank god, that would have been so embarrassing. My poetry is something really… deep, and personal to me.”

“Uh huh. Hey, I’m going to be doing a lot of self care this weekend, so-”

“Oh!” she interjects, eerily similar to Phoebe Buffay - you guess she’s been watching friends again - “I wanted to ask… is Leo coming over later?” Her voice is riddled with subtext, the expression on her face a little too invested in your answer.

“Uh, yeah. I told you the other day we’re spending the weekend together…”

She cuts you off again, a sudden, intense look on her face.

“When will he be here?”

You check your phone, scrolling through your recent texts.

“By 7 at the latest.” It’s around 6:40 now.

“Oh my god, I have to change,” she rushes back to her room, presumably digging through her recent additions to her closet.

You’re frozen for a minute after the interaction, left with a furrowed brow and the beginnings of a headache. You blink, then choose to reschedule processing why she feels the need to change for your boyfriend to a more convenient time. That’s enough of that for today. You don’t care what else happens, you’re not talking to anyone besides Leo for at least the rest of the day. You retreat to your room to finally shower and change into something comfy. As you pass by Isabella’s room, you hear her talking to Regan.

“...There’s something almost… supernatural about him.”

You bite back a laugh.

“Do you think he’s a…” Regan begins, ending the sentence with something too quiet to hear, but you’d bet almost any organ she said vampire.

So close. So, so close, and yet… here you are.

Not much later, Leo texts you to let you know he’s here. You read his text, and run out to hug him in the living room before even typing a reply. He picks you up, and spins you around. The embrace is warm and fulfilling and familiar, and you wish it would last forever.

“Hi, Sparky.” you murmur into his neck.

“Estrella…” he says, rocking you back and forth gently and pressing a kiss into your jawline, “I missed you so much.” He punctuates the sentence with another kiss, this one to your lips, and you smile more genuinely than you have all day. You’re about to agree when you remember the good news you’ve been saving to tell him in person.

“Guess what I got on sale for like, half off,” you start, excitedly, continuing at his invested expression, “the Assassin’s Creed bundle I showed you!”

“No way,” he starts, and you nod.

“I’ll go get everything set up, drinks are in the kitchen!” He watches you retreat into your room, disbelieving how he could possibly get someone as perfect as you to fall for him. He’s not going to question his luck. He grabs a couple caffeinated sparkling ices, and meets you in your room, setting down his bag and grabbing some comfy clothes to change into.

As you both get settled in, you fill each other in on all the ridiculous shit you’ve been through this week. You finally conclude the bizarre - yet somehow standard - Isabella escapades.

“So I will be avoiding all contact as much as possible,” you laugh.

“Yeah, no shit,” he agrees, “Consider me your human buffer.” You thank him, hugging him again and pressing a kiss to his lips.

The next couple hours are spent cuddling and finishing season 4 of Castlevania. Both reeling from the season finale, you agree this is a good place to take a break, get some food, and decide what game you should start with. It’s already 10pm, which most people would consider too late for dinner, but you have all weekend to fuck up your sleep schedules.

“Let’s review,” Isabella says, holding up two red lipsticks. She turns to Regan. “Which one?”

“That one,” Regan says, pointing to the one on the left, then turns to her list, and continues. “Here’s what we know; we’ve never seen him eat, and he never seems tired. He’s really smart-”

“Almost too smart,” Isabella adds, selecting black rose dangle earrings from her jewelry. Regan agrees, and continues.

“He’s almost hypnotically attractive, and his smile is a little too dazzling.”

“There’s something… supernatural about him. Like he’s not… all human.”

Regan writes this down.

“Plus he’s always wearing black and red, and those flowy button up shirts? It’s all adding up, Ree. That dream that someone was outside my window, the ring, everything…” She says, referencing the black and red cocktail ring she’d found with her stuff when she’d first moved, “I’m not saying it’s definite, just that… there’s a chance.”

“What about…” Regan says hesitantly, nodding toward your room.

“Please,” she scoffs, “he’s only with them to get close to me, like Damon and Caroline. Edward couldn’t have just approached Bella out of the blue, he had to infiltrate her friend group first, to seem less suspicious. Not to sound mean or anything, but they really don’t seem like the type someone… like him… would choose.” her voice gets dreamy when she mentions him.

In spite of having seen most mainstream vampire media almost as many times as Isabella, Regan still considers her the expert on these things, and decides not to point out that Edward didn’t infiltrate Bella’s friend group. Maybe it comes up in one of the retellings she hasn’t read yet.

“So, what now?”

Isabella sets down her lipstick, and turns to her friend.

“I tell him.”

Regan’s eyes widen.

“You’re going to tell him you know?”

“No… not yet. It’s too soon, we don’t have enough evidence. I’m going to tell him I know he’s in love with me, then once he’s secure in our relationship... we’ll see where it goes.”

She stands up, assessing herself in the mirror. She chose her outfit carefully; short red dress with black roses and black mesh collar, black rose bracelet to match her earrings, snug faux leather jacket, and black stiletto ankle booties with a very skinny heel, the zipper on the outside gold, not silver. She fluffs her wavy hair and turns towards the door. She looks back one more time, holding onto the doorway.

“Wish me luck.”

Leo enters the kitchen, seeing Isabella already there, leaning against the counter seductively. She’s wearing an outfit and jewelry this late at night that makes Leo wonder if she’s going to an emo tea party. He puts the takeout in the microwave. She’s still staring at him.

“Uh… hey.”

She lets out a dainty giggle, looking him up and down.

“... Hi.”

At a loss for words, and really wanting the awkward silence to be over, he continues, “Did you need something?”

“What I need,” she walks closer to him, tracing her finger over his collar, “is you.”

What the fuck?

His brain seems to stall for a moment, and she uses this opportunity to continue.

“I know why you’re here. I know that you’re only using them to get closer to me. I know-”

“Woah-”

“That you’re in love with me.”

Okay, double what the fuck.

She takes his stunned silence as shyness, and steps closer, putting her arms around his shoulders.

“You don’t need to play so coy, I-”

This time she’s the one that gets cut off. He grabs her arms and gently steps away, trying to make it abundantly clear that he’s not into this.

“Woah, okay, slow down. First of all, you’re 17 and I’m turning 20 in a couple months, so that’s a hard no. Second, I don’t know where you got this idea, but I am not dating them to get closer to you. We’ve known each other since we were like, 15, and have been through everything together. I’ve only known you for a couple months. I love them. Probably more than I’ve loved anything ever. I thought that was pretty obvious.”

He doesn’t want to be mean, he really doesn’t, but he can tell from the look on her face that she still thinks this is all part of some game.

“So why don’t I ever see you eat? Why are you so smart, and always up at night? I know what you are.”

He has to physically hold back a laugh. He takes a step back, and places his hands on the counter.

“Isabella, I have adhd. And I’m literally an engineering student. Why wouldn’t I be smart and have a shitty sleep schedule?”

She starts to protest, and he pulls out the reheated take out from the microwave.

“And for the record, I do eat.”

Exiting the kitchen quickly and retreating back to your room, he hands you your food.

“I got the game set up!” you say excitedly.

“Nice!”

You take one look at his face and can tell something happened. He sees this, and continues.

“I just had a very… interesting interaction with Isabella,” before he finishes the sentence, your head is already in your hands. You let out a groan.

“What did she do?” you mutter from behind your hands.

He pulls you into his lap, rubbing your back.

“I’m not totally sure,” you laugh, “but I think she thinks I’m secretly in love with her…” you’re both laughing before he can even finish the sentence.

“No…” you laugh, “no fucking way…”

“Believe me, I put an end to that as soon as it started.”

“Oh, I do.”

He runs his hand over your back, and you’re quiet for a moment.

“You know,” he continues, “I think getting our own place has definitely moved up the priority list.”

You couldn’t agree more.

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