#it's just funny to me cause i haven't seen stranger things but you know what i have seen? this fucking movie
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It's really funny to watch people discover Jamie Campbell Bower from Stranger Things because to me he will always be the guy who used a portal to stroke a girl's face with basically his disembodied hand
#ahhh the mems#it's just funny to me cause i haven't seen stranger things but you know what i have seen? this fucking movie#jamie campbell bower#the mortal instruments#city of bones#tmi#shadowhunters#the shadowhunters chronicles#tsc#absolute cinematic masterpiece#stranger things
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first-hand interview ─ joseph quinn
ty @waynemunson for the perfect gif :)
summary: you and Joseph give your first interview together after making your relationship official publicly
pairing: joseph quinn × famous!reader
warnings: did not proof read, some curse words, long-ass answers, kisses and fluff fluff just fluff
word count: 2.1k
a/n: not me posting a joe fic when i have more than three for eddie on hold in my drafts....... anyways! it was just a random thought I had while showering and imagining how cute would it be going to interviews w my sweet bf joseph quinn 😙😙 hope u enjoy it!!
"So, yeah, Matt and Ross worked really hard on this season, them and all the production team, even during the whole pandemic thing they never stopped working to give the audience the best they could, so behind of the cast's amazing work we also owe the success of Stranger Things 4 to this guys who worked with us through all of it." you can't help but admire the way Joe finishes his answer to the last question about the show the interviewer asked you.
"And we owe a lot, 'cause it was an amazing season!" the lady says excitedly, making you both laugh and mouth sweet 'thank you's to her "So, uh, I know that you came here to talk about Stranger Things, but I can't help in asking a little about your personal lives, especially when it comes to you guys. I believe at this point we all have seen your Instagram posts, the internet is freaking out over it, knowing that Y/n and Joe are really a thing. You're a thing, right?" she finally asks humorously, earning smiles and soft laughs from both of us.
"Yes, we are a thing." you answer with a smile and eyeing Joe "We have been dating for quite some time now, we thought it was better keep it on the low at first, Joseph here isn't really the type of exposing his personal life, but the rumors were already all out there, so we decided to finally make it official to the public as much as it is for us."
"Yeah, people who follow me use to know that I normally don't post anything about my life outside the work, but in this case it was worth it." Joseph adds, nodding towards you with a smile "Don't get used tho, most of the contents you guys live for will still be coming from Y/n" he jokes.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get plenty of content now, my gallery is full of the most hilarious and cute moments of us.” you cheer making Joe roll his eyes playfully.
“Oh, trust me, we can’t wait to see it!” the interviewer matched your excitement “While we're on the subject, can you tell us a little about how you started dating? Did you guys meet on the set, or had you seen each other before?” you exchange looks at the question, but you let Joseph answer, or you’d end up being the only one talking on the interview.
“That is actually a funny history.” Joe laughed, straightening his posture in his chair to tell the history “The first time we saw each other was at the table read, but we haven't talked much that day, I was new and still getting used with everyone and Y/n was already all over the place, even though her cameo in season three was pretty small she already seemed to know everybody." he said looking smugly at you.
“I mean, what can I say? I’ve always been an extrovert who talks a lot, so yeah, maybe I was all over the place. And I also remember very well how I tried to introduce you into the conversations, and you were all quiet in your own shy bubble.” you tease him nudging his shoulder.
“It was my first time around! I was more like trying to analyze the place, and the people. But I feel glad for it, maybe if you weren’t all over the place and I wasn’t paying attention, I wouldn’t have noticed you and-“ Joseph was naturally saying until you interrupted him with a frown.
“You what?” your voice sounded high while you leaned in your chair, pretending to be mad at his statement.
“Sorry, yeah, sorry, there is no way I wouldn’t have noticed you, darling.” Joe apologized quickly grabbing your hands and kissing both of them.
“You better be.” you joke “Anyways, after that day it didn’t took long for us to become friends, along with the rest of the group, we started to hang out together a lot during filming, on our free days, between scenes and everything.”
“Well, it all happened before the pandemic, and when I finally got the courage and tried to ask her out or something, she casually informed me that she had a super-secret anonymous boyfriend, and that she hadn't said anything before because the guy didn't want her to mix their personal life with work, and I was like what the actual fu-?” he didn’t finished his last word so they wouldn’t have to censure, meanwhile you were laughing your ass off at his antics and the interviewer’s reaction.
“What? Y/n had a boyfriend when you guys met?” she asked incredulously.
“Yeah, I kinda did had a boyfriend, who was a spotlight hater, so maybe dating an actress wasn’t the best decision he’s ever made, but at that time we were together, so I had to reject Joe right away.” you explained gritting your teeth, and Joseph faking a pout beside you “But soon came Covid, the filming put on hold, we got quarantined, and during this whole craziness my relationship went bye-bye so…” you shrugged, giving Joseph a cue to continue.
“Maybe I’ve spent half of my isolated days praying for it, and apparently someone up there listened to me, ‘cause a couple months later we’ve returned to shooting, and soon she came crawling for me to try a second chance.” Joseph joked dramatically, earning a narrow stare from you.
“Just for the record, I didn’t crawled back, I was waiting for him to make a move like he had before, but it was taking him forever, so I’ve had to solve it with my own hands.” you smirked playfully rolling your eyes.
“Just for the record, I was trying to be respectful! Come on, you had just broke up, I didn't want to seem annoying or pressure you into doing something ahead of time.” Joe stated arching his eyebrows.
“Yes, ‘cause you’re a gentleman, and because of that we’ve got to spend even more time together in the second phase of filming, getting to really know each other, talk about what we were feeling and that’s what leads us here, to a sweet couple interview.” you resume the last year in a few words, not wanting to prolong more than you already did.
“That’s really impressing guys, I’d have never imagined that you were living your own romantic cliché script behind the cameras.” the lady in front of you laughs “So, if that’s what happened, I wonder if you guys got quarantined together at some point? Like in some of the post waves of the virus, and if it helped in your relationship in some kind of way?”
“Oh, yes, I mean, the first Covid wave was like world wide panic so we all went back to our homes, ‘cause we didn’t know at all when we’d be able to work again, and Y/n was still in her past relationship, so at first place it didn’t happened. But when we got back to Atlanta to resume our work, things were more under control, so it happened a few times that the state declared lockdown and we kept working within the health protocols, but going from set to home and home to set, and since we didn't want to be apart for too long, in those lockdown times we practically lived together in one apartment, it sounds crazy since our relationship was new, but I believe it was a great time for us.” Joseph explained, immediately looking at you and passing the lead for you to share your point of view.
“Yeah, totally, I guess that spending times like these together is really important, there’s a lot of couples out there who don’t really know their partners because they’re too busy with other topics of life, and when they spend time together they try to follow a script to the perfect relationship, when honestly this isn’t even a thing. Me and Joseph got to share amazing things when we were quarantined together, of course there were days where we’d simply want to be alone, and deal with our things, but that’s how we’ve learned to respect each other’s personal space, that amongst a hundred more things we learned about and with each other during those days. To be honest, I think that learning is the key word for this question, I can say that back there I’ve learned a lot, not only about, but also with and from Joe, in every matter of life, and from this I got to understand him better as the human being Joseph Quinn, and I’m pretty sure he feels the same towards me, and it helps a lot when it comes to keeping our relationship always healthy and not getting bored of it at the same time.” you say calmly, catching their full attention but also noticing how Joseph would smile and nod his head at your words.
“That’s really nice words coming from a couple like you guys, who gets to inspire people out there with your experience.” the interviewer offers a warm smile to the both of you before moving to the next question “Y/n mentioned that you’ve learned a lot about each other, so would you be able to pin point a small trait or a craze that the other has?” she suggests wiggling her eyebrows.
“Oh, I got it!” you straight up your posture with a small laugh “I mean, I'm pretty sure people have already noticed it, but I’ll have to mention anyways, Joseph pokes his tongue out all the time.” you pause between the last three words and laugh at you “Like in more than one situation, when he's too concentrated, sometimes when he's having a hard time to think about something, when he has to make a decision, or do something precisely, the little tongue is always there, and truthfully I think it’s the cutest thing ever.”
“Aw, thank you, babe.” Joe blows you a kiss in the air and you pretend to catch it, bringing your hand to your chest as if keeping the kiss in your heart "But yeah, at this point our little traits are all around the internet. Like, I've seen people mentioning Y/n's side smile already, like the way her lips tend to move more to one side, the left one I guess, when she's feeling confident or trying to cause a good impression. And besides that, I think I'd say the nose scrunch she does when she gets too genuinely happy, which is also the cutest thing ever." he concludes giving you a lovely stare, and you scrunch your nose as he said on purpose.
“Well then prepare yourselves for all the compilations that fans will make of Joe's tongue and Y/n's nose.” the lady jokes making you both laugh.
“Please, don’t use my boyfriend’s tongue too much, it’s mine and I’m a jealous woman!” you also joke pointing both your fingers to your eyes and then to the camera in a playfully way.
“That’s right, be careful guys!” the interviewer supports you, while Joseph can only laugh and try to hide his blushed cheeks behind his hands “Okay guys, we’re having a lovely chat here, but unfortunately we have to finish soon, so last but not least, what’s one song that is always playing when you guys are together? That one that you guys choose together to sing in your car rides and everything, ‘cause I know you do that!” she asks amusingly.
“Hell yeah, we do, we love music, and in this case I think the answer is… Friday I’m In Love by The Cure?” Joseph says in half a question, diverting his eyes to you so you could confirm his answer instead of just admire him with a stupid smile.
“Yeah, he’s right, that’s our carpool karaoke song.” you agree fully smiling back at him.
“It’s a lovely one, just like you guys! I just wanna say thank you for your time, it was such a great interview! I really wish the best things for you both professionally and in your personal life, hope we get to see each other sometime!”
“Totally! We really enjoyed it too, thanks for the invite!” you say softly.
“Yes! Bye bye all you watchers, hope to see ya around!” Joseph says waving to the camera, grabbing your hand to the same.
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“Honestly, I thought it’d be worse, like, because it was our first one together after going public, y’know.” Joseph says approaching you in the backstage, some snack in hand while you waited for the next interview.
“I told you it wouldn’t be bad at all, actually I enjoyed it quite a lot.” you quietly laugh, taking a bite of his little salad sandwich.
“Hey! There’s a lot of those at the snacks table, you sneaky little shit!” he protests lifting his arm higher so you couldn’t reach the sandwich anymore.
“Yours is tastier.” you smile innocently, stealing a peck from his lips and intertwining your arms in his torso “I hope they invite us to more interviews, wanna go to that one with the puppies, it’d be so funny.” you admit, putting an adoring smile in his face, followed by tons of kisses around your face.
#joseph quinn x reader#joseph quinn#joseph quinn x you#joseph quinn x y/n#joseph quinn imagine#joe quinn#joe quinn x reader#eddie munson#stranger things#st4#stranger things imagine
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I'm afraid this will make you uncomfortable, but you're one of the bigger stranger things blogs I see around and I'd like for people to read what I have to say
As someone who escaped an actual doomsday cult I really don't appreciate all the cult jokes in the fandom. I haven't seen you make any so this isn't a meant to call you out or anything, but I'm getting pretty frustrated and needed to talk about it somewhere, preferably somewhere people might see it
A cult-a REAL cult, not the occult-is a group of people who are brainwashed to follow a system which causes everyone in it to perpetuate the smothering of personality within each other for the financial benefit of it's leader(s)
I understand that most cults that people see in media are fictional cults that deal with fictional concepts or are sometimes grounded in reality involving failed connection with the occult. This is why the idea seems funny to people, because the notion seems ridiculous. We see Jason claiming that Eddie is running a cult because he saw occult-ish occurrences and we see that and think he looks ridiculous attributing that to Eddie. And now the fandom thinks the idea of eddie running a cult is just so funny, but can we please stop
Seeing people make jokes about eddie having a cult is very disturbing to me. His character is such an advocate for self expression and individuality. His character feels so safe to me and I hate that people are making jokes about this.
And honestly I can't imagine if Eddie were real, he'd appreciate it either. Not even necessarily for the same reasons, but just because he was unjustifiably accused of running one. I feel like he'd feel icky claiming to run one if only for THOSE reasons, even if he doesn't know how damaging cults are. I understand most don't, making jokes about worshiping any given object or whatever, but cults aren't just a group of people believing in some new mythology
I'd make a post about it on my own account but I don't want to get super personal on there and reveal my tragic backstory there
Tl;dr cults are super damaging and eddie would fucking never. People should, for the love of god, stop making jokes about it
(Sorry if this did make you uncomfortable trauma, but I think it's important. Still, don't feel pressured to answer if it does. Please include cult trigger tags if you answer)
I am fortunate enough to have no personal experience with cults so you don't need to worry, this hasn't made me uncomfortable. I do know enough, second hand, to know that escaping a cult is no easy feat. I'm really happy you were able to get out. I hope you're doing well.
I'm sorry you've had to see these jokes that have disturbed you so much. I'm not surprised that there's people crossing lines, there's some very stupid people running around this fandom. Don't hesitate to block them, even if you usually like their stuff or even if you're friends. Your own comfort should be the priority.
I should say though, if it's in a story context and they're things that the characters would actually say, I would defend that.
But, then again, I can't imagine them making any jokes about Eddie having a cult that isn't so over-the-top and sarcastic that it's clear that the joke is "isn't the idea of Eddie having a cult the stupidest thing you've ever heard?" the joke would be that Jason is an idiot for thinking so.
I don't really know how put content/trigger warnings so if I'm missing the important ones or tagging wrong, please let me know.
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Thursday wasn't doing anything particularly interesting with her phone, just scrolling through social media and looking at funny pictures of animals, when what she could only describe as a globby mass of numbers, letters, and symbols started coming out of the screen.
Understandably this got her attention by way of causing her to drop her phone and take a few steps back from it. Globby masses of numbers, letters, and symbols coming out of your phone usually isn't a good sign, even in the Office, and so she wanted to get a good look at it before deciding what to do with it.
Well it didn't take long for her decide what to do with it because it didn't take long for it to decide what to do with itself. The mass continued to ooze out of her phone, pouring and piling into itself, gradually coalescing and forming into the distinct shape of a person. That didn't necessarily settle down Thursday's nerves, although it did get her thinking that it might be at least a little easier for her to communicate with... whatever this was.
When all was said and done she was faced with what appeared to be an office worker in their late 20's or early 30's, lanky with pale skin, bright ruddy hair, bespectacled dark eyes, and a face decorated with freckles. They were looking at her as though they were seeing a ghost, a strange notion considering they were the one who had just come crawling out of her phone.
Even stranger was the fact that they weren't saying anything. Just staring at her as if shocked to see her there.
Thursday shifted slightly, eyes blinking and looking around momentarily before settling back on the new face. "So-... I couldn't help but notice that you just came out of my phone, and... Well, hi!" she said, deciding to be friendly about this whole ordeal.
A half beat delay was all there was before the stranger suddenly did the last thing Thursday would have ever expected of someone who had just come out of her phone.
They started crying.
And then their arms were around her in an embrace.
"Um-" Thursday just stood there frozen, confused, uncomfortable. "Excuse me- Sorry, it's just- it's just- You know, personal space-"
"Sorry," they said, suddenly letting go and flushing deeply, crossing their arms and looking sheepish and ashamed and just... haunted. "I just haven't seen you in a- long time. Not you, but- another version of you. From my timeline."
It took a few seconds before Thursday understood and when she did: "Hey, you're the one who's been sending me those texts!"
The stranger nodded, wiping at their eyes. "Told you we'd be meeting each other soon."
"You know, Doomsday broke all of our computers because of you."
They rolled their eyes. "Drama queen."
"You wanna tell me why she would do all that?" Thursday queried. Just because this stranger had shown up, started crying, and hugged her, didn't mean they were off the hook.
"A stupid attempt to keep me out," they sighed. It seemed they were through with crying for now as a more exasperated look settled in over their expression. A darker one, even. "But I told her she couldn't. She'll never be able to keep me out, because she has her. My Thursday. And I'm not leaving until I get her back."
#thursday#oleander/432#writing for days#i don't have a name for this plot yet#because i'm not sure if it's gonna be an actual plot or just a thing :p
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joey anon coming back to apologize, i was up too late last night & the post triggered my paranoia (like actual "everyone is talking about you" paranoia not "tee hee" funny disorder paranoia) which, is why i deleted my blog in the first place. sorry for the hate-manifesto. the general vibe on tumblr triggers me sometimes and it sucks because it's generally a good community my brain is just. hell sometimes. i shouldn't have taken that out on you. hate aside, it does still like, hurt, to see a 'bigger' creator get more attention and/or kinda slam a post that you put your own heart into. even if you weren't attacking me personally it's something i see with bigger blogs that get into specific headcanons that makes it disheartening to post anything, even outside of my paranoia issues. but, yeah i apologize for sending you hate, it wasn't cool. i should have vented to someone in private instead.
Hey, it's cool; if that's the case, sorry for posting ur ask, I should've probably just deleted it like I normally do. If it helps, the only reason I published it was because it didn't seem to actually insult me, just assume some strange things, which really confused me. I've had some people assume I was talking about them specifically before and attack me for it (or sometimes just ask for polite clarification, which is fine) before, but never on anon, which was, in no small part what confused me. Sorry for putting you in the position where you felt the need to explain your paranoia to a stranger.
For the record (not just for you, for those other ppl as well): while I absolutely do sometimes make posts because of a post I saw, I almost never make posts I directly in response to others, if that makes sense. Sometimes a post reminds me of multiple other posts I've seen, and then I'll make a post because of that trend. But if it's just one post, isolated, that annoyed me, I usually just bitch about it privately. No posts of mine are ever intended as an attack on or response to anyone else's specific post unless I specifically state otherwise.
And I do understand it can be disheartening to have bigger blogs state exactly what you have and get more notes for it, or to just get little notes in general. Believe it or not, this is my biggest blog. I wouldn't even call it a 'big blog' per se, I just have a few hundred followers, but it's definitely bigger than a lot of other blogs and bigger than my others for sure. Not to mention that I write as a hobby, and it's always super disheartening to post things (on tumblr or otherwise) and get little to no attention for it.
But at the end of the day, that's just how social media works. People will be more likely to be exposed to popular stuff, making the popular stuff more popular. It's not the fault of big blogs (or popular writers) for being big. They started with zero followers like the rest of us, then, usually, just got lucky. That's sure what happened with every bigger blog I've ever owned. Nobody's deliberately taking attention away from smaller blogs. Big blogs aren't corporations who are deliberately trying to stifle mom-and-pop stores they see as competitions; hell, on Tumblr, they don't even earn money from their blog. They're just posting stuff like everyone else. Directing these frustrations at them is (as I'm sure you're aware) irrational.
We don't know each other, but from the sounds of it, it seems like deleting your blog was the correct choice, even if it was done in a fit of paranoia. Again, I'm sure you know, but sometimes the best thing to do with paranoia is to distance yourself from the source of it, even if you otherwise like it. I haven't had genuine paranoia (or the delusions/hallucinations that caused it) in years, but distancing myself from one of its main sources (despite me loving it) was essential to my mental health. I'm glad I didn't have access to social media back them, because I'm sure it would've exacerbated my issues. So it sounds like taking a step back from social media is probably the correct thing to do. But obviously, I don't know anything about you, so if I'm wrong in my assumption, just ignore me.
And in case you were wondering: I'm incapable of being concise, which is why I keep writing essays. Sorry about that. TL;DR: no hard feelings, I get it, take care of yourself and I hope you have a good day.
#My posts#asks#I'll go ahead and delete the other ask#Seems like i cant make this unrebloggable but please im begging ppl to have basic decency
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I want your commentary on a section of one of your fics, or a whole fic, that you've been DYING to get your thoughts out on. 😊
I hope you've been having a good day, and wanted to get this in before I go to bed glrbfj.
Owwwn thank you sweetheart <3
Btw I got this ask for the Directors Commentary thing AND another one for that too by an anon, nonnie I'm gonna save yours until chapter 4 is done cause I'll for SURE have things to talk about chapter 4 too. I fought through the pure angst of chapters 1 and 2 to get to the other ones which will have more funny, fluffy and horny things which I love writing. Chapter 3 already starts that off with the horny.
Anyways into the commentary proper, I did a bunch of parts of chapter 3 cause I really liked writing it.
I guess first I wanna comment in the fic as a whole. If anyone doesn't know, the title "my love when it counted" comes from the hozier song shrike. If you haven't listened to it, go and look it up, it's great and very much the vibe of this fic.
Anyways, this fic came not from a prompt or situation I found hot as most of mine do but from a feeling. Like, we know Kenny talked about thinking of retiring due to his injuries and we've been getting the vibe, esp after this week's show but also on his feud with Osprey, that he has been feeling the years. That he knows time has started to take it's toll on him. And I myself have been kinda going through my own crisis cause I'm reaching thirty, and as someone who only fell in tune with my own skin after I was 25, the dawning of my youth scares me.
So a heavy theme of this fic is time, how it changes you, in some ways it's bad, in some ways it's good, but it changes you. It has the power to change you so thoroughly that you become a stranger to your past self. So this is a story about the inexorable march of time and the changes it forces on you, and how sometimes you can be the right person at the wrong time. It's also about learning to live with your mistakes and putting in the work to fix things.
Also, every chapter has a working title so I can tell from one look at my Google docs what it's gonna be about, this one was "down memory lane hard".
Chapter parts will be under the read more
That was the box Kenny had dumped any photo with you in, to never be seen again. Shit, he didn’t even know he still had that. He was supposed to have thrown it away, but he never did quite get up the courage to do so. Looking at them now, he could feel the bitter sweet pang of nostalgia, the way it tasted like ashes in his mouth. Swallowing thickly, he stacked the photos together in the box again. That’s when he noticed something else, the black metal previously hidden by the scattered papers shining back at him. (Kenny made the big mistake of giving himself time to doubt instead of just throwing things out right away, big mistake buddy. Nostalgia is a drug, and also a liar, rarely the past is quite as good as it makes you think. Anyways, this is not the last we will hear from the nostalgia box, it still holds something else we haven’t heard about yet.)
For the most part, the camera seemed ok, and it sparked in Kenny a curiosity that he knew he shouldn’t feed. Whatever pictures it held, he knew they would do him no good right now. He knew he should just put it back in the box and leave it be. But he couldn’t resist as his finger pushed the power button, body moving on its own, ignoring all common sense. All he could do was hope the thing just would not turn on. (These three first chapters are just a long stretch of Kenny making bad decisions, some he really thinks would work out - like pretending you are strangers instead of trying to behave normally - and others he really know wouldn’t work out and still he does. At this point he is doing this almost as a type of self flagellation, he knows it will only hurt but it feels better to have the pain than nothing at all)
But of course it did. (hello ominous one liner in italic my old friend)
When Kenny finally made his way to the old photos, the first thing he was greeted with was his own face. Those same baby blues staring back at him, although a good few wrinkles less and many years younger. (references to how he feels about his age are actually important but hey kenny time did you good, you look better now) He had a smile on his face, features framed by the ropes as he sat on the floor of the ring. Behind him, he could see the silhouettes of Matt and Nick facing the vast empty arena, only a few more blurred forms dotted in the background.
Sighing deeply, Kenny moved on to the older photos. Passing through pictures of him, Matt and Nick preparing in the ring, as well as pictures of you getting ready or climbing on the ropes. There was one video from that day that had you and Kenny dancing around the ring, and for the second time now he felt his heart shatter as his memory failed him. He made through the pictures of the four of you, but nothing moved his mind, the memories truly lost to time. (Time and how it changes people is at the core of this fics theme yes and the first thing time goes for in a person is their memories, the human mind is actually very bad at remembering things and sometimes that’s great but other times it’s depressing.)
Biting his lower lip, Kenny laid back against the headboard, finger pressing the button again, but the picture meeting him this time being completely different. The photo had been taken in front of a large mirror outside a building, and standing in the frame were the two of you. He had an umbrella in hand, and you had the camera covering half of your face as you looked through the viewfinder. (Go ahead and imagine the most Wes Anderson looking ass picture, that’s what I was going for, and yes I do deserve to get sent to the content gulag for my hipster crimes)
Sighing again, Kenny flipped through the photos rapidly before stopping when he noticed a change in environment. The picture he’d stopped in was of you, looking away from the camera with your hair tied up, water covering your bare chest all the way above the breasts. He paused, studying the environment, the stone walls and hazy fog circling you were hard to mistake. You two were at an onsen, by the size of it a private one, probably from whichever place you were staying at. (Hello darkness my old friend, like I said, I would have a hard time getting into an onsen cause the japanese still connect tattoos to criminal behavior and I’m covered in tattos but I’ve never commited a crime [Maria has in fact commited multiple minor crimes ranging from drug possession, to showin her tits in public, to having sex in a public-ish place, to stealing from a supermarket to the worst of all,multiple accounts of piracy])
Kenny’s eyes trailed the exposed skin on the back of your neck, eyes following the curve of your spine as it delved underwater. He felt his chest tighten again, you were so gorgeous, if he closed his eyes he could almost feel your soft skin on his fingertips. The next picture had you laughing, waving one hand at the camera as if trying to shoo him away. Your movement - and the surrounding fog - made the photo blurry, but he could still see your exposed chest. Warm water spilled down the inside of your breasts, kissing your skin in ways he could only have in his dreams now.
Moving on to the next photo, Kenny felt the air hitching in his throat as his eyes met with your own, large and entrancing in a way that he never found again after he lost you. Your beautiful irises stared back at him through the screen, keeping him locked in place for a good moment as he felt himself dragged to the bottom of a lake. And for a second there, he really didn’t want to resurface. (Kenny is longing to the point of self destruction, poor guy, but like I said I like to write my man a little pathetic, take him down a notch, make him suffer for his crimes and have to work to get the girl)
When he finally remembered to breathe, Kenny fully took in the image. You stared straight ahead, deep sultry eyes locked with the lens as his hand touched your face. One of your hands held his own, your lips touching his knuckles and the back of his fingers in a soft kiss. Water droplets ran down the curve of your breasts, with the way you were sitting the water just about touched your chest, not fully reaching your nipples. God, you looked like something out of this world, like a siren ready to drag him underwater, a lure he’d never deny. (If he won’t let you do like a siren and drag him to the bottom of a lake to kill him, does he really love you?)
Blood rushed to Kenny’s face and in a moment his breathing became hard, air evading him for a long second. It was almost like he’d forgotten just how gorgeous you could be. His fragile memory - and his most shameful dreams - not doing justice to a sight he once had so freely that he didn’t fully value. He was young and stupid, and you were too beautiful for him to understand - and fuck, from what he saw in the ring you’d only gotten better. (Gotta make sure to remind yall that we are romanticizing aging in this house, you look better in your early thrities than you did in your early twenties!!!)
It did him no good. (Ominous one liner here again to remind Kenny that he should have just turned off the camera)
Watching the scene in the camera had Kenny groaning, extending his legs out in the bed, free hand coming to rest on top of the bulge now formed in his pants. He watched the image of you continue to tease him on the screen, licking his swollen head as you made eye contact with the lens. Muttering curses, his eyes followed the movements of your tongue, his fingers caressing his large bulge over the fabric of his pants. Just the sight of your lips surrounding the head of his cock being enough to have him fully hard. (One hard thing about this chapter was making it clear what was happening on the screen and what was happenning in current time you know, I wanted to make it clear enough so that things wouldn’t be too confusing. Anyways, love writing handjobs and blowjobs, this short smut gave me both, I should have expanded on it but I was tired already.)
Shit, he knew he shouldn’t be watching this. Let alone taking his pleasure from it. It felt wrong, but he didn’t really wanna think about that right now. Kenny only barely remembered filming this video, let alone that it still existed somewhere. He brushed against it again by pure chance, it was not like a premeditated thing.
Fuck, he missed you in more ways than he’d want to admit, and he didn’t want to deny his body’s desire. He didn’t want to deny the way seeing you in the ring had his mind reeling. The way hearing your voice in the backstage halls sent shivers down his spine. He knew it was wrong, but for a single moment he chose to give in to the desire burning deep inside his core. (We get a ‘I know it’s wrong but fuck it’ moment. Was it wrong of him? Yeah, kinda. But as someone who has been friends with people attracted to me and has artistic nudes floating somewhere in the internet, my personal belief is you can jerk off to a picture of me whatever so long as you treat me like a normal human being I don’t care)
Pulling the waistband of his pants down, Kenny released his throbbing cock. Veins popping around the thick shaft and sensitive head, his fingers sliding around it lazily. (thick and veiny is my favorite) He watched as you started slowly moving your head up and down on the screen, each time taking more of his shaft inside your mouth. Groaning, he cursed the lack of audio on the camera, wanting nothing more than to hear the delicious sounds he knew you’d be making. Kenny’s large hand wrapping tight around his length, fingers barely meeting as he pumped himself slowly. (One way I like to give the idea of dick size in smut instead of using the extremely vague and relative ‘it’s huge’ or the waaaay to specific and not sexy at all ‘X inches’ is to compare it to other things, writing blowjobs and handjobs is good for that. I mean, you know how large Kenny’s hands are, if his fingers can barely touch when he warps his hand around his cock, you know it’s BIG)
Kenny took in a sharp breath as he saw your lips getting close to the base of his cock, the camera shaking in his hands as a shiver coursed through his body, setting every nerve alight. He threw his head back, cursing under his breath before looking down again, watching you with darkened eyes. Taking his hand from his cock for a second, Kenny spat on his palm before he went back to fisting his length, fingers now picking up speed. (Spit is not good as lube I know, but it gives a raw sense of desperation that I find sexy for blowjob scenes)
Darkened eyes followed your movements as you bobbed your head a few more times, from tip all the way down, until your lips finally reached the base. The image shook a little before it steadied again. Kenny could almost feel the sensations, the tip of his cock touching the back of your throat, the wet warmth of your mouth stretching around his dick. He’d never forget that feeling, sinful and holy, pleasure bordering on pain. (Deep throat! Deep throat! A girl got a well trained gag reflex, kudos. Also, I know it’s cheap using a pleasure/pain comparison but I like it, I do.)
You continued your sucking on screen, and oh, what wouldn’t Kenny give to hear the noises. He groaned, trying to conjure them in his head as he fisted himself faster now, one hand almost not enough to satisfy his full length. Pre cum dripped from his swollen head, onto his fingers and down his veiny cock, making his movements easier and faster. His erection throbbing in his hand, feeling hot and heavy against his rough palm. (I love this whole paragraph, man. It’s cause Kenny has those hug beautiful hands with long thick fingers. Imining that pumping a big fat cock has me way too horny. I’m a sucker for nice hands.)
You locked eyes with the camera once again, and Kenny could see his hips bucking forward in the video. The hand in your hair stuttering in its pace as your tongue slipped out of your mouth and under his cock. Shit, just seeing that had him delirious, spilling praises out of his lips that he knew you’d never hear. (Gotta slip at least a little ‘alas, poor kenny’ moment in the middle of this horny mess) He imagined the feeling of your mouth, the warmth of your tongue all around him. Deft fists pumped up and down at a voracious speed, his cock heavy and slick in his hands, balls feeling full and tight.
In the screen, his hips bucked erratically now, not even caring if he was bringing your head all the way down or not. Your lips looked wet and abused as they stretched around his girth, moving up and down fast. Pulling your head all the way to his tip, Kenny’s hand moved to your lip, pulling your open mouth towards the camera before coming back to his own cock. He fisted himself a couple times, resting the head of his cock on your tongue as his thick length twitched. Rope after rope of his thick white cum spilled past your plump lips, filling your mouth with it. (I regret now not thinkin gof using the word flooding instead of filling, it would be sexier, but also I find the ‘cumming on someones open mouth so you can watch it’ thing very sexy)
Kenny pumped his hand faster and harder, feeling the coil in his gut snap as he watched you close your pretty mouth, swallowing all of his hot cum, tongue darting out to lick some that had slipped down your lip. He felt his orgasm hit like a truck, shutting his eyes as the intensity of the feeling had him seeing stars. With a grunt, his cock spasmed in his hand, shooting his cum like a torrent. Multiple white, thick ropes spilling from his cock, feeling hot as they poured on his exposed thighs and hips, staining his shirt where they fell on the fabric.
Kenny rode his orgasm for what felt like forever, ecstasy completely clouding his mind. When he finally came to, eyes opening to see his still hard cock twitching slowly. Pearly white of cum painted his fingers, a string of it coming from the head and connecting to his hips. He swiped his thumb over his still sensitive head, spreading his thick white jizz over the tip. He was breathing hard, and it still took him a moment to fully return from his high. (I have a cum kink, send me to the nasty jail cause I’m gonna write guys who cum a lot and also guys whose cum is thick, you know I’m really horny for a character if I give him both traits, I like the image of a throbbing cock too, just *chefs kiss*, once again, loved writing these two paragraphs. Press F for Kenny’s shirt tho, depending on the fabric this is gonna be hard to clean.)
Looking at the mess he’d made, Kenny felt that pang of guilt back in his chest. Shit, he shouldn’t have done that. Pushing his cock back into his pants, he cleaned his hand in his already stained shirt before sitting straight against the headboard, the full weight of his guilt crashing down. He ran his hand through his hair, lips feeling dry as he swallowed hard.
He really shouldn’t have done that. If Kenny had felt bad after your recent fight, he felt even worse now. Like a sleazy, cowardly excuse of a man. One who was too weak to let go and too harsh to fix things. Worse, he felt like he had slipped back into the self centered asshole you’d left all those years back. Shit, this wasn’t who he wanted to be, and it made him sick to the stomach. He looked back to the camera, the video had already ended, the final image being your smiling face. (like I described this chapter once: Kenny’s very bad no good at all post nut clarity)
With a quick push of the buttons, Kenny deleted the video, erasing it from existence like he had done with the others after your break up. This was the right thing, and if he had known about this camera, known about this video, he’d have done it a long time ago. Now it was done, still he felt like shit. And there wasn’t really any way to erase that taste of guilt from his mouth. (We finish with Kenny doing the correct thing and also showing that he was an asshole but not a completly awful person, he did have the mind to at least do the minimally decent thing of erasing the sex videos he knew he had - he may or may not have jerked off to them before that just as he may or may not have jerked off to videos of reader’s matches - and this one he is erasing now. Like I said he will get the chance to straighten up his act and make some better choices, I don’t wanna end this in angst no happy ending)
#wanderbreadsworld#ask#directors commentary#maria speaks#this commentary starts off very thought and full of feelings and then delves into slutty shit#would you ever guess that this fic was me romanticizing aging so I can accept the inexorable march of time?#as the mountain goats once said: I don't know if it's true but I've been told it's real sweet to grow old
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((⚠️Trigger Warning - briefly mentions suicide))
I haven't many friends. Mostly acquaintances but not people I hang out with. I know it's my choosing but it can get really isolating.
The 'friends' I've had for 6 years are pushing away and so am I. I'm really glad because the anxiety and stress they've caused me has been immeasurable. And yet it doesn't feel mutual. It feels like our reasonings for slowing slipping away are different: they seem deeply irritated by me and everything I do (one friend in particular) and I just want peace.
We're in our last year of school and so of course we've changed a lot from who we were 6 years ago. We were literal children then. But I get a pinch of jealousy for these people I deeply dislike (and fear, at this point) because of how easy it is for them.
I know we never know what people are really dealing with but they get to be rude and disrespectful but are just seen as funny and deadpan. They get to recklessly use tons of money and I'm judged for not knowing the prices of things, for not spending money etc. I just hate how toxic to everyone. One friend specifically, textbook gaslights me, bullies me at times and even ostricises me in the group. She doesn't pretend to listen to me or care about me or what I'm saying. Any input I have is meaningless to her. They're hateful and close minded. They say truly horrible things and get away with it. I'm part of that problem. I let them do it. I'm a pushover.
And yet here I am complaining to strangers because I fear I've gone too far in confiding in the only person I can confide in; I'm becoming unbearable. I want out of it all. Of my friend group, I want space from my family, from me. It never ends.
I'm just experiencing so much jealously towards these people for being able to grow and level up (like in a video game) in friendships without me. They can hang out, go out to movies, go to a dance, go to the club or pub etc. with people and I'm stuck here trying to get diagnosed for clinical depression. I'm not a self-righteous person who can't accept others' success but it's them of all people soaring through things while I'm shoved into a box over here. I get to watch them make lifetime memories that I can't do right now. They get to be happy for longer than 5 minutes and I hate it. The pain they've caused me, the fact that they're kind of shitty people and yet they're almost praised for it. I'm feel as though I'm watching them mature in life while I'm stuck in a bib and nappy, coddled into a crib, I just feel so childish and incompetent and a burden to everyone.
(⚠️Trigger Warning)
Before you go there, no I'm not suicidal. I just need to scream my stress into the sky but I live in a heavily populated town. So, here's an digital version.
Notice how that unravelled drastically?
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WHAT TIME IS IT?! RUNAWAY TIME!!!
OMFG I ACTUALLY LOST IT WHEN YOU SAID NICO IS A CHIHUAHUA CAUSE ITS SO TRUE (their parent energy is so fucking cute and definitely what keeps the group in line I LOVE THEM TOO!!!)
the parents piss me off so much it’s not even funny anymore and i know there’s still so much more messed up stuff i’m going to see from them ((definitely except tina minoru in a lgbtq+ way))
LESLIE IS THE ABSOLUTE WORST!!! the scaly-ness of him is nasty af and the fake-ness of how like pristine he is is unsettling. like what girl? you could legit have anyone else WAIT YOU HAVE A HUSBAND poor frank but also like screw him too
ANYWAYS i’ve only been able to watch the first episode of season two so here are my hot inputs (((you know like hot takes, but hot inputs since i’m input runaway anon? yeah, okay, moving on)))
okay so it wasn’t jonah who framed the kids, it was mr. wilder… what was this mans thinking smh, ooooh i do love how the parents have their own secret lair
EEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHH DEANORU
mmmmmm i’m not feeling good about alex “teaming” up with his dad’s ex bestie
BAHAHAHAHAHA gert: “pretty white privilege for the win.” ugh i love gert, she’s the definition of girlboss ((((okay like all the gals are girlbosses, but gert’s the leader of girlbossing))))
okay, nvm i’m tolerating alex’s dad’s ex-bestie, making alex fix up that house for the money is giving major dad joke vibes
YUP IM SOBBING the little funeral they had for graciela was so beautiful, how others began to chop to add as offerings (((((not to mention the little pride flag, it’s the small things))))))
my heart is breaking! gert just needs to believe that she’s good enough for and deserves chase!!! i respect chase for not pushing anything atm but i also just want to shove them together myself and make them hug or kiss or something
OH YEAH SUPER SECRET LAIR FOR THE KIDS THATS SO COOL TRY TO BEAT THAT PARENTS
AWWWWWW OLD LACE CUDDLING WITH MOLLY
oop karolina meeting up with her dad? i feel that’s gonna cause tension once the group finds out
i have lots of free time tomorrow and you can absolutely bet i’ll be spending it watching runways
so until then yours truly,
~ input runaway anon
THE PARENTS ARE SO MESSY that it make sense when some of them ended up being messy like Karolina baby what are you doing and Alex too but it's Alex so like uh what's next (also the whole frank + the religion thing is so messed up like that is a cult sir r u ok why do u wanna join a cult)
Strangers honouring someone they don’t even know??? And it’s people who barely have enough for their own self??? That scene was so heavy ((cause look at the parents who has everything and yet they’re so???))(((the pride flag made me emotional too)))
THE SECRET LAIR!!! They went from one expensive house to another (but it is so cool tho like really, I love the whole vibe). Also, Gert has the best comebacks/lines even in the comic!! SHE AND CHASE ARE THE ONLY HETERO COUPLE I GENUINELY SHIP. You haven't seen the length what their love makes them do (shit will hurt<3)
To end this in the daily word of DEANORU SWEET BABY GAYS. And the Old Lace moments warms my heart, plus Old Lace’s connection with Gert = protecting everyone close to Gert and I AM HERE FOR IT.
I CAN'T WAIT FOR YOU TO BE SHOCKED BY THE NEXT EPISODES or not, tbh, sometimes it's like ah okay then AHHH THE GAYYSSS and DINOSAUR SO COOL, but that's just me.
Thank you for sharing your hot inputs, input runaway anon <3
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I haven't interacted with many of the characters you write, but I read their stories you paint with others, and you make both canon characters and the characters of your own creation something even another step closer to real-life humanity. Real, human problems, who do and say things I have seen many people in life, strangers and loved ones alike, exhibit to a T. Your OCs aren't "inserted" into canon, they were planted right where they need to be to flourish, and help its neighbours and the soil thrive. And off-topic but still important, you are so easy for this nervous elk to talk with, you just exude a gentle friendliness. Darling, I see talent in you, a kindness, and bravery, that I hope one day are some of the many things about yourself that you not only see, but smile to know.
i.. i don’t know what to say. i wish you had said if off of anon so i could give you such sweet complements back. I’m litterally sitting here like a dork crying over how sweet this is to see. I’m glad you don’t think my OCs are just self inerts. I really do try and if i do give a canon character some type of sibling i figure out something that would not only vibe with the canon character and make it seem like “yeah they do have that kinda sister” (aka Cassie with @the-goddamn-babysitter like we just have their siblingship down to a T to the point i really don’t know if I’d get the same thing with another Steve) And i know i really haven’t posted much with my three other oc, but both Kenzie and Skyla are a little bit of a rework into stranger things canon and give them a canon sibling, then Lizzie i wrote from scratch so she’s someone who id protect with my life lol.
also telling me i’m brave is funny bc i’m not a gryffindor i’m a slytherin. but really. im saving this so i can look back on it when i have a low moment cause you’re just so sweet ‘nonie.
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To Remember
Previous part: To Realize
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Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Stark!Reader
Summary: Natasha's been connecting all the dots about how she feels about you, it's up to her to how she'll handle the situation.
Warnings: none, let me know if there's any.
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You wake up alert and on your guard when you feel someone touching you, and manage to calm your nerves as soon as seeing the redhead and pair of green eyes looking at you. "God, I thought you were dead," Natasha says before sighing.
"Well, obviously, I am pretty much alive." You retort, yet the worry and concern didn't leave Natasha, and you notice the two of you shivering due to the temperature. Taking both her hands, you blow air on her skin attempting to make her feel better. "I think we should change our clothes, we're soaking wet." You comment, and she agrees.
"When you said it wasn't after us, what is that psycho after then?" You ask her as you stand up from where you were laying down, attempting to dust off the dirt that's already clinging to your clothes. "It's after this." She told before taking something inside the pocket of her hoodie, revealing a bunch of vials with something red.
"What is it?" You ask once more, Natasha shrugged and now showing you a photo of her probably around 10 or 11, she has blue-dyed hair and there's someone younger than her. You look at her and she seems taken aback, seeing her old photos.
"She's my little sister…" Nat didn't say anything more, you don't want to force any information about her at this time, you offer your hand yet hesitated before holding on to it. "Are you alright? I'm sorry I couldn't help, I barely felt my body after the explosion." You confessed.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you to come along to get some gas." She apologized, you look at her with furrowed brows. "It's alright, it's not every day you get an RPG launching towards you while driving a car." You tried to joke about the situation, and you managed to make her smile a little.
"But, I could have gotten you killed." You roll your eyes, quickly placing her hand on your chest for her to feel your heart beating. "Well, I'm alive, save that for another day." You say, then Natasha stayed silent.
"Let's just go, we're going to Budapest." She says as she takes her hand back to herself, not holding your hand anymore, kinda hurt when the two of you walk back in the forest and into the caravan, not mentioning a word about the kiss that happened earlier.
Changing clothes, and managed to get all the necessities in a bag, then the two of you left the place as if no one stayed there recently. There's nothing but complete silence between the two of you, she occasionally asks if you're okay then there's nothing more, not even small talk.
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The two of you got off the train, the two of you didn't initiate a conversation during the whole trip, all she said was the two of you would be heading to the Budapest safe house. You tried to ask what she and Clint did here in the country. Her answer was short and simple. "I'm only removing my last defect on SHIELD," she said.
Now the two of you are outside the door, you have your handgun out while she tries to pick the lock, then a voice comes from inside. "I know you're out there." The female inside spoke. "I know you know I'm out here," Nat replied, then finally opened the door. "Whatever happens between me and Yelena, you don't do anything, alright?" She quickly says before heading inside.
The two of you have your guards up then Yelena speaks again. "Then why are you and your friend are skulking around like you're in a minefield?" Natasha chuckled sarcastically at the comment. "Because I don't know if I can trust you," Nat commented.
"Funny, I was going to say the same thing." Yelena finally revealed herself, a blonde female in her 20s, and she has a gun pointed at Natasha. The redhead looks at you signaling that it's time for you to back away, you place your gun back at your holster raising your hand where Yelena can see them.
"Didn't expect you'd bring a friend," Yelena says, her eyes never leaving Natasha's figure, then the two of them still have their guns pointed at one another. You decide it's best to leave the two alone, and you look around the flat, not touching anything and still careful while wandering around.
You started hearing dishes getting broken, somebody getting thrown on the ground, door, probably kitchen cabinet too. You trust Nat and decided to stick to your word that you won't do anything if something happens, maybe this is how they greet one another? You're not going to be surprised actually.
Then the noise died, you've decided to check both of them, and they were choking each other with a curtain, the place is absolutely trashed but none of them seems to be injured. Both of them turned red until Natasha called for a truce.
"You've grown up," Natasha says, Yelena stood up then looked at you as she replied to Nat. "No shit." Then the blonde heads into the kitchen and chugging vodka straight out of the bottle. "This is how you guys greet each other? Wouldn't say it's sweet, but you guys do your thing." You asked Nat.
Natasha shook her head. "Haven't seen her in like 20 years, trust issues, y'know?" You chuckle at her answer, then the two of you follow Yelena.
"You had to come to Budapest, huh?" Natasha says as she takes a drink in a shot glass, Yelena shot her a look before speaking. "I came here because I thought you wouldn't." Then her eyes trailed at the walls. "But since you're here, what bullet does that?" You and Nat look at the holes in the wall.
"Those are arrows." You answered Yelena, and she seemed to be content with it. "If you thought I wouldn't come here then why did you send me this?" Natasha says before placing the vials along with the picture on the table. "You brought it back here?" Yelena says with worry in her voice.
"Well, tell me what it is," Natasha commanded, then Yelena talks about it being a synthetic gas that has something to do with altering their mind. "In English, please?" Nat says with confusion on her face. "это противоядие от контроля над разумом (it's an antidote to mind control.)" Yelena spoke, causing you to chuckle.
Natasha looks at both of you before commenting. "Real mature." You furrow your brow with what Nat has said before defending yourself. "It was funny? Your sister has humor, Nat." You say now crossing both of your arms.
"Why don't you take it to your super scientist's friends, her dad?" Yelena asked while pointing at you. "We're actually on the run and we're federal fugitives as of the moment, sorry." You replied to Yelena, and you haven't noticed that Nat changed her shirt.
"Well, where's an Avenger when you need one?" Yelena spoke, and Nat glared at her sister, holding Natasha's arms when she walked towards Yelena. Stopping her from probably starting another fight, and she seems like she wouldn't so you let go of her.
"You could've gotten both of us killed." Natasha raised her voice, then you looked away trying to avoid the conversation. "What was I supposed to do? You're the only superhero person I know." Yelena spoke, and you felt bad for Yelena when Nat almost shouted at her sister.
"You know, I keep on checking the news about Captain America taking down the Red Room," Yelena says and Natasha looks at her surprised, you are confused since she and Clint already took down the Red Room, they always joke about Budapest. "What? Dreykov's dead, we almost blew up an entire building just to take him down." Nat spoke.
"Who's we?" Natasha rolled her eyes and answered. "Barton, we stayed here for 10 days before even leaving the country," Nat explained, yet Yelena isn't even convinced. "Then tell me exactly what happened, tell me the full details."
Natasha didn't speak as if she was holding something back, you were sitting down on a chair watching the tense scene between the two. "Did you check for Dreykov's body?" Yelena asked once again.
"There was no body left to check," Natasha answered, and Yelena scoffed as if Nat wasn't speaking the truth, then silence filled the room. Until the three of you heard footsteps outside, then Natasha pulled you to hide in safety.
Suddenly you and Nat heard the window crash and footsteps going in your direction. "You alright?" Nat asked, you just nodded trying to be silent, then Natasha's eyes went searching for Yelena.
Now she sees Yelena going across the room, turning some switch and causing a continuous explosion, then the three of you used the advantage of it and fleeing the building, you and Nat followed Yelena since she seems to be headed somewhere.
"Where are we supposed to go?" Natasha asked while the three of you were running for your lives. "East side of the building! Motorcycles!" Yelena answered, now the three of you managed to get on the roof. A lady is wearing a similar suit to what Nat would usually wear chasing all of you, seems like she's not hesitating to kill you all too.
Now there's nowhere to go other than jumping on the chimney and probably hoping for the best, you and Nat removed some piece of metal that connects the chimney to the roof, as soon as the both of you removed it. The three of you hopped on and held tight, suddenly the lady decided to join, yet she missed.
Natasha managed to hold the lady, trying to knife Nat's hands then she slipped from her grasp, causing the stranger to fall, the chimney now crashed on a building, you and Yelena fell and crashed in a window.
"Who are these people?" You ask Yelena, helping her to stand up, and two of you catch your breaths before heading to Natasha. "There are other Widows, trying to retrieve the vials and return it to Dreykov." You nodded with her explanation.
"Let's get to Natasha and free the widow chasing us," Yelena says, taking out one of the vials in her bag, then the two of you rushing down the stairs, and you wish that Natasha is safe, probably doesn't have a broken bone too.
"I believe you must be exposed to the gas then?" You ask her once again, Yelena looks at you. "Why do you think they're after me too?" She answered sarcastically. "Yeah, right… dumbass." You muttered to yourself, as soon as the two of you reached the ground floor.
The both of you kicked the door open, to see Natasha kneeling on the ground. "Do you believe me now?" Yelena asked, seeing the widow chasing the three of you lifeless on the ground, she slowly took back the vial in her bag. "How many are there?" Natasha asked, her back facing the both of you.
"Enough, let's go," Yelena says before heading to fetch her motorcycle, you don't usually feel this type of adrenaline in your body, considering the fact that your father would only allow you into in and out missions.
After lots of running and ducking to avoid getting shot by other widows, the three of you finally get to the motorcycle, of course, it's a two-person vehicle. "Which one is yours?" Natasha asked Yelena. "Black, brown seat." She quickly answered.
You heaved a sigh before taking the motorcycle next to it and hot-wiring it. "Looks like Stark isn't such a good girl, what do you think?" Yelena commented, before hopping on her motorcycle and letting Nat drive.
Once you've finally powered the vehicle, the three of you are being chased by an armored car. "Y/N! Follow us!" Nat shouted, of course, you're going to follow them. It's not like you'll survive having a psycho who copies your friends and being chased down by a trained assassin would do you any good.
Managing to lose the armored vehicle, there are other widows on the bike too, you're actually surprised of what they are capable of, it seems like Nat really must be one hell of an assassin.
Everything is going well until the three of you are welcomed by traffic, and suddenly a widow shoots the wheel of her motorcycle, while Natasha and Yelena crash into a car. You got out of your vehicle and followed the two, seeing Yelena pointing a gun at a man to make him get out of the car.
"You can't just steal a guy's car?" Natasha commented while Yelena got in the car first, then you're all panicking and shit, you followed Yelena inside and realized you sat down on her lap. "Well, Stark stole a bike earlier." She says while looking confused with you on her lap.
"I am panicking, it's my first time experiencing all this." You defended yourself, Natasha finally got inside and started to drive the car. "Y/N, are you alright?" Natasha asked, rolling your eyes by hearing that question for the nth time.
Suddenly you get dizzy, is it because you're probably panicking too much? Or the fact that all you've done the whole week was to run either from authorities or trained assassins. Your vision started to get all blurry, and you can't understand anything that Nat or Yelena was saying at the moment.
And you passed out due to the stress you've been feeling.
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You felt a sudden pain in your left arm and that woke you up, quickly sitting down you notice you're in a cramped and small space, is this the morgue? Are you dead? You placed a hand on your chest and released a relieved sigh when you felt your heart beating.
"It's been a year, Stark, you passed out while we're on the run," Yelena spoke, a hand on your shoulder trying to comfort. "What? No, that can't be-"
"Yelena, stop." As soon as you hear Natasha's voice, you feel safe, and you didn't notice that you were laying your head on her lap when you collapsed. "What happened?" You ask the two.
"Psycho comes back and shoots another RPG, hence why you're injured and we're hiding in this air vent." Nat simply explained and ran your hands on your hair. "How long was I out?" Asking once again. "Less than 10 minutes," Yelena answered. "I'm sorry…" you softly spoke.
"It's alright, it's normal that you reacted the way you did." Natasha comforts you, then to your surprise she takes your hand and intertwines your fingers with her. "I'm glad that the two of you are safe." You say as you hold on tight to Nat's hand.
"It still doesn't make sense, I killed Dreykov, dropped an entire building on him," Natasha spoke, Yelena looked at her before scoffing. "Truth doesn't really make sense when you only omit key details, what happened to Dreykov's daughter?"
"She was collateral damage, I had to take her down too," Natasha admitted. You felt the guilt in her when she admitted, then you suddenly remember how she and Clint would joke about Budapest.
"Wait… you and Clint joke about exploding a child?" You look at Natasha who's looking at the floor. "Sometimes using humor to cope helps, Y/N," Nat says, then you remember how much your father joked about what happened in New York, you think it's quite… valid?
"This is quite cozy for some air vent." You say trying to change the topic of the conversation, you moved your ass to sit down next to Nat, your head subconsciously resting on her shoulder. "Clint and I stayed up here for 2 days." She says, fiddling with your fingers and resting her head on top of yours.
"I'll see if we're good to go." Yelena says before opening the entrance of the vent, then she went back in the subway, now you and Nat are alone. "Are you ok–" Natasha was about to ask the same question she asked you for the whole day.
"Nat, no, I'm actually not, I'm fucking scared, and I feel like anytime Ross is going to be here or that Dreykov's special project is after us or the other widows." You let out, Natasha looks at you, then noticing that you just shed a tear, you are scared. Fearing that one of you get to be thrown in jail, or get killed because of some mind-controlled assassins.
"Y/N, you're doing great for someone whose first time being on the run, I know it's all hard to take in and if only we went our separate ways, you wouldn't have been dragged into this." She lets go of your hand, instead, she places her hand on your cheek once again, wiping the teardrop on your skin.
"If we've gone our separate ways I wouldn't last a day without you, I'm probably chilling with Wanda and Clint, I'm not saying they're not good company, but I don't want to be in jail." You say, and Natasha nodded. "I know what you mean, Y/N, I know…"
Then you notice the distance between the two of you, faces an inch apart, the two of you can feel each other's breath once again, and your eyes trailed down on her lips which Natasha noticed.
"That's also me saying I wouldn't last a day without you." You confessed, before resting your forehead against hers, Natasha was expecting you to kiss her, but being this close to you, she doesn't really mind, as long it's you she's doing it with.
Natasha stayed quiet, as she enjoyed the peacefulness of this moment, then she slightly pulled away from you to place a chaste kiss on your forehead, and she held both of your arms, wrapping them around her neck, now her arms made their way to your waist.
Burying her face at the crook of your neck while she holds you tight and close, you shut your eyes as the two of you embrace each other. While in the middle of the calm and serene moment, the lid of the air vent came off then. "We're good to go and we've got to be quick!" Then the two of you get off each other, if Nat gets to kiss you before you fall off the bridge, pretty sure you can kiss her before getting off the vent.
"Nat, wait…" You hold her arm since she's about to go down first, and she looks at you over her shoulders, you move closer to her before crashing your lips against hers, you softly bite her lower lip before slowly pulling away, and you see a smile on her face as she hopped down.
"Did you two just?" Yelena looks at Natasha, cringing with what her sister just did, Nat waits for you to get down before following Yelena. "Do we not talk about that too?" You ask Natasha before following her, and she looks at you with a smirk.
"Depends on what you want to talk about," Natasha replied, then you raised a brow at her response, you jogged leaving her behind and catching up with Yelena. "I will act like you didn't just kiss my sister a second ago so that we can communicate without me remembering that," Yelena says.
You chuckle, yet you smile at what she just said. "Is your sister usually annoying like that?" You ask Yelena while pointing your thumbs at Natasha, then the two of you look over your shoulders to see her.
"Ah, yes, I don't know what runs through her head," Yelena replied, while Natasha on the other hand, looks at the two of you not knowing what the hell you two were talking about.
Let's say that she's hoping and praying that Yelena doesn't say something about her in front of you.
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After staying in the vent and managing to run away from the Task Master, the three of you ended up in a convenience store in the middle of nowhere, you bought some alcohol, and bandages to properly care for your wound, and Yelena looked around the store for an alcoholic drink.
"Where is the Red Room?" Natasha asked while she's washing her hands on the sink, Yelena shrugged and shook her head. "I don't know, every widow is sedated at every entrance and exit for maximum security," Yelena replied, as she took a look at some bottled alcohol, then tossed it to you.
"Where do you think I was after all this time?" Yelena asked Natasha, the latter faced her younger sister, and she looked at her. "I thought you're living a normal life," Natasha answered, you take the items they took and head to the cashier to pay for them.
"And you never bothered to check on me?" Yelena says, Natasha followed you at the front, yet she didn't leave the store yet. "I thought you never wanted to see me." She told Yelena, and the latter rolled her eyes then scoffed.
"Just say you don't want your baby sister to tag along and save the world with the cool kids," Yelena says with a smirk on her face, and Natasha clenches her jaw. "You're not really my sister–"
"And the Avengers aren't really your family, well… except for Stark, she stayed with you after all this running," Yelena commented, and suddenly she changed the topic. "Why do you always do that thing?" And Nat looks at her with a questioning look.
"Oh, that thing!" You butted in, then you do the infamous Black Widow pose, Yelena nodded giving you a thumbs up for knowing what she means. "You're a poser, Natasha," Yelena commented, then Nat raised a brow. "I'm not a poser." The latter says.
"It's okay if you're a poser, it's just that you think that everybody is looking at you." Natasha retorted, and you chuckle at the bantering between the two. "All the time I spent on posing, I was doing something good, to make up for all the pain and suffering we've caused." The mood changes real quick, now you stay silent.
"Well, pain and suffering is every day and we'll always be the trained killer that we are," Yelena says, the guy at the cashier hands the plastic bag containing all the items you bought, and you leave the store first. Natasha followed after and taking the bag from your hands, you looked at her who seemed exhausted from all the events happening.
"Do you want something to eat or drink?" You nodded, Nat signs you to follow her, and after a little bit of walking, with Yelena behind the two of you, the three of you arrived in a small food place.
You sat down then Natasha went inside, ordering cheeseburgers only for you, and beers for all of you, she sat down next to you, while Yelena settled in front of you two.
"An older widow freed me, and I killed her," Yelena says as she takes a sip from her beer, Natasha unwrapped the cloth on your arm, and she tends your wound while listening to Yelena. "Did you have a choice?" You ask her, and she only shook her head as an answer. "Then it's not your fault," Natasha says.
Yelena's eyes shifted at the family going home across the place you three are drinking, she seemed to like the view of what seems to be a happy and functional family. "Have you ever looked for your parents, the real ones?" Natasha looked at the latter as soon as she finished putting a bandage on your wound.
"I got abandoned on the street like garbage, I don't think I have a reason to look for them," Natasha says then she takes a good sip at her drink before asking Yelena the same question. "Well, they ruined my birth certificate so I made a new one." She said with a smile, and Nat seemed to brighten up.
"It says that I still live in Ohio, I have an older sister who moved to the west and she works as a science teacher, but she started working part-time when she had her son, and she has a husband who is a construction work–" Natasha halted Yelena speaking when she chuckled at her story. "That's definitely not my story," Nat says, then Yelena leaned back on her seat.
"Yeah, what is your story?" Yelena asked, and without you knowing, Natasha looks at you while you're spacing out. "Well, I don't really have a story, I don't have much to think about it alone," Nat answered. "But if I'm pretty sure it involves another person, who's a Stark?" Yelena teased, and with the mention of your last name, you look at the latter.
"What about you? What is your story?" Yelena says, then you wipe your mouth with the tissue before speaking. "Well, I was created because of my father's one of many hookups, lived with my grieving mother while I was an infant and she's grieving cause Dad won't marry her, so she left me at his doorstep, we did DNA tests to prove that I was really his and now he loves me more than anything." You say, smiling at the memory of your father who did everything he could to raise you.
"Then why aren't you with him?" Yelena asked once more, you look at Nat for a bit before answering. "Because I chose to do what I think is right, and probably did follow my heart." The blonde chuckled, noticing that Natasha was blushing at what you've just said.
"I have a plan." Natasha suddenly spoke, you and Yelena looked at the redhead. "Is it killing Dreykov and taking down the Red Room?" Yelena told Nat, and she earned a nod from Nat. "Even if he's way too slippery to kill and Red Room's impossible to find?" She nodded once again.
"Sounds like a shit load of work," Yelena says, making you and Nat chuckle. "Yup," Nat replied and Yelena took another sip at her beer. "Could be fine though." You say as you take the final bite of your burger. "Yup,'' Yelena said.
"I saw where he put the keys," Natasha says as she looked at the car, that the man of the family parked in the garage, the three of you smiled before speaking in unison.
"Top drawer green cabinet."
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Falling in love with a marleyan pt1
N/a: this request got me thinking a lot 😅 i guess that's why is so long and because of that, i'll be making a pt2 for Eren. I'm sorry for it, anon and thank you for sharing such great ideia with me💞 please let me know if you like it
(I inspired myself a little bit in this hc)
You can read the pt.2 here
- Reiner Braun
Since you were the daughter of an important general of the Marley army, you were always around in the headquarters learning about the military service. It was your dad's wish that you could bring honor to the family and for the country.
You never understood really well the importance of all that. You were just a kid.
So when he got busy, you preferred to walk around looking for something interesting instead of listening to hours of a conversation you didn't even understand.
And that's how you met Reiner.
One day, after picking up some book about the history of Marley and Eldia, you went to the patio to sit under the shade of a tree to read. Not long after, other children appeared, running and tired, and since you were behind the tree, none of them had noticed you until then.
“Take a breath and try to reach us later, Reiner. The commander will not like it if you don't finish the training ” said an older voice.
You heard footsteps drift away, and only the owner of the painting breath stays.
You were curious to know who it was since you had never seen children in the area. You came out from behind the tree with the tissue you carried in your pocket in hand to offer to the sweaty stranger.
He was astonished at first, and you noticed the golden armband on his arm.
He was an eldian warrior candidate.
Reiner stared at you for a few more seconds before accepting the tissue. He was afraid to offend whoever you were. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and bit his lips, not knowing whether to keep the delicate tissue or give it back.
The tissue dirty with the sweat of an eldian, but still the tissue of a Marley citizen.
"You can keep it if you want"
"thank you," He said almost in a whisper. "But don't you prefer that I take it to wash and then bring it back to you?"
"You don't need to bring it back, but if you want to, I'll be here waiting for you tomorrow"
Reiner ran again without looking back. He did not know how to act after that and when he returned home, he washed the white tissue hidden from his mother to return it to you the next day. He did not expect to see you, so when you came out smiling from behind the tree like the day before, he was more than surprised.
“You brought it! Thanks"
"Thanks…?"
You told him your name and noticed his eyes widen when he heard your last name. It was hard not to know who your father was in the army. So you didn't find it strange and asked the boy's name.
“Reiner. Rainer Braun ”
You smiled again, which made you wonder what was so funny.
"I'm sorry. It's just that it is a name that suits you so much that it is funny. It means warrior. That's what you are ”
You responded by pointing at his armband.
Reiner blushed more than he wanted to admit. Never had a girl said anything like that to him, let alone a marleyan girl.
"It's a pity that we can't talk for more than a few minutes, Reiner. I was never able to talk to an eldian so closely ”
He nodded with his head, still trying to ignore the blush on his cheeks, but it was unsuccessful since you then proposed the last thing that would go through his head.
Your father was indeed a general, but he did not see the eldians as inferior beings. That had been the reason he had entered the military career, had the slightest chance of being able to change that view, that was the honor he wanted you to bring. So he taught you the same thing.
To talk to someone like Reiner was not repulsive, but something that you longed to be able to learn more about the eldians in a narrative that was not what you saw at school.
That's why you proposed that you exchange letters. Secrets so as not to cause any kind of problem for him. He would leave his letter in the hollow trunk of the tree, and you would do the same when you couldn't meet in those brief seconds of his training.
He accepted more for fear of you than willingly, but as you talked about each other's daily lives, about the details you observed in each other, and the disguised looks when you passed by the quarter, this fear gave way to a sincere friendship.
And without either of you realizing in something else.
When he was chosen to inherit the armored titan, you cried for hours in your room in secret, hugging the box where you hid all the letters exchanged for knowing what that meant.
And then he realized that you had fallen in love with the eldian of the letters.
It all happened very fast. You didn't have time to go to the quarter to see if he had left something on the tree and then read in the paper about the group of warriors sent to the demon island.
You never forget about him.
The years passed, and when Reiner returned, you had just taken a patent for being useful in strategy in other wars and thanks to your family's name.
He didn't expect you to remember him, and after everything that happened, he couldn't even think about it much.
But that thought changed when you whispered to him as you passed down the hall without anyone noticing:
"Look in the tree"
Like when you were kids, you had left a letter in the tree, and for some reason that he didn't know how to explain, it brought a certain comfort to his heart.
In the letter, you said how much you missed him. You had written for the old days since you two could talk without bringing any problem to him because you were in the army too. You asked him to meet you in the most deserted building in the area to talk better.
Reiner went to the place, and after seeing you up close for a longer time, he was sure that time had made you a beautiful woman. You talked for a few hours, and it was as if the two of you had gone back to being a child without the traumas he suffered in Paradis and the ones you got on the battlefield.
Once again, time passed, with you two talking cautiously as a precaution, exchanging a note here and there, meeting when you could.
You were the one who gave Reiner the strength to continue.
• It didn't take long for the childhood crush to become love, and the more you two tried to ignore it, the more evident it became until one day on impulse, in one of the many meetings in that building you kissed him.
And he reciprocated.
Your relationship was not easy. It would be a scandal if anyone knew. That's why you rented an apartment farther from the city to meet with more privacy without anyone knowing.
It was not easy, but you loved each other.
Reiner was your first love and your first time, and even with all the disadvantages, you would never choose someone else for that.
And now you're pregnant.
You haven't been feeling very well in the past few months, but you didn't worry too much because you thought it was just a war result, thanks to the stress that started after Paradis. Now, as a commander, you had more work than ever.
But after throwing up your favorite food, you decided to go to a doctor.
The doctor wanted to share the good news with your father, but no one knew about you and Reiner, nor should he. So you just made up an excuse like:
“I want to tell myself. Please keep it confidential ”
And went home.
Part of you is happy, and the other is unable to stop “what if?”
What if someone finds out who the baby's father is?
What if Reiner doesn't react well to the news?
Raising a baby is already a difficult task, creating a baby that should not exist in the eyes of everyone ...
You didn't know what to do.
You needed to speak to Reiner as soon as possible.
With the end of the war and Marley's victory, you met in the apartment you had rented some time ago.
You waited for him to lie down next to you on the bed, and while caressing your face, you said:
"I’m pregnant"
Reiner sat on the bed and ran a hand through his hair. He was serious, he didn't need to ask if you were kidding.
"How long?"
"Two mouths"
He got up and paced the room before looking back at you.
"What are you going to do?"
"So now is just me, hm?"
“That’s not what I mean, baby” He snorts heavily “I just don’t know what to say”
“Maybe a‘ I’m here with you' it'd be enough, Reiner”
"You know I’m"
"Do i?"
Reiner saw you cry a few times, but the image of you sitting on the bed where you shared so many moments with your eyes full of tears will always be the hardest to forget in his mind.
He comes to you, and without saying anything, he cries with you until both are calmer.
Leaving the subject for later was not the smartest decision to make, but for now, it was what you both needed. So you decided to talk after Willy Tybur's speech that was going to happen that night.
That night, you expected to end up in Reiner's arms and not having to run to save yourself, Falco, and Gabi.
And even less shouting his name in a random window to wake him up.
It was your voice that woke him up to fight. It was your voice that made him overcome the desire to die. It was your voice that gave him hope to move forward, and for your voice, for you, he would find a way to work things out.
You stayed by his bedside every day while he was in the infirmary, which generated a lot of rumors about your compassion for the eldian.
When Reiner woke up plagued by yet another of many nightmares, he thought he started to dream when he saw your warm smile.
On an impulse, you hugged him tightly, leaving Pieck and Pig shocked across the room.
“I knew it. I knew you’d be fine ”You said without let him go.
“I'm here for you, baby” He answered, hugging you back. "For you two"
"How did you get the commander pregnant ?!" You heard Porco's voice.
“Pock, I thought you already knew how these things work at that age” teased Pieck.
“Don’t act like you’re not thinking the same!”
“Let’s go outside, and I’m going to explain to you how mama and papa Galliard made you” She teased again by pulling him out of the infirmary and winking at you.
She knew. Of course, she knew. Nothing escaped Pieck's perception.
You told your parents about the pregnancy, afraid to tell you who the baby's father was. They understood the situation and helped you both throughout your pregnancy.
Reiner always showed up at your house around dawn to make sure no one saw him. He always wanted to know how you were doing and compensate you in some way for not being able to go out and see you as a partner would do.
Many rumors arose about who your baby's father would be, but you tried not to care since it was all rumors after all.
When you went into labor, it was a mess. The initial plan was that he would not come to your house so as not arouse suspicion. Pieck and Porco tried to convince him not to go, but he ran up to your house and entered the back. He couldn't stop thinking about your face. He couldn't leave you alone in a moment like this.
And honestly, you were more than relieved when you saw the blonde enter your room, hold your hand, and repeat the same words from the day of the infirmary:
“I’m here for you, for you two”
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Gold Rush ↬ t.h
Gif by @parkeraul :)
A/N: I'm in love with that song 🙈 also here's my super late contribution of professor!tom 😋 cause I've been procrastinating on the wandavision au (in my defence though, it's taking a lot of brainstorming 😂) anyway here you go-
Wc: 2.6k+
Warnings: lemme know if you find one :)
Summary: He taught British History and you chastise yourself for not auditing for that subject earlier.
Pairing: Professor!Tom x Student!Reader
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Waking up with a start, you groan at the shrill sound of your alarm. With a sigh that was more of a grunt of annoyance, you tried to reach for your phone at the side table, hissing when you felt the corner of your elbow hit the table, pain shooting up to your shoulder.
Great, you weren't even up yet and your day was already going shitty. You just hoped that your professor won't be grumpy about you being late for the millionth time this semester.
You hated cultural architecture. You had nothing against the course, but You hated your professor with a passion and wished that you could burn your textbooks for all you cared, right in front of your teacher's eyes, watch him writhe in fear as you banished the very existence of your material.
You were being dramatic, but in your defence, your professor was an old bastard who never left an opportunity to reprimand you, going as far as letting you know how uneven your margins were on your latest project.
He wore birkenstocks with a three piece. You wouldn't trust him with your assignments.
Getting out of your dorm room was work, hard work. But you got out, brushed your teeth and wore what you hoped were presentable clothing.
"You look hungover." Your roommate, Stacy, commented, spitting in the sink as you scowled at her.
She was straightforward, outspoken and somehow managed to look like one of those Victoria secrets models that you loathed, even at seven in the morning. You hated her.
(You didn't.)
"Thanks, I hope I smell too. Want that son of a bitch- what's his name, Wilson, to suffer for giving me that C minus on my thesis." You grumbled, rubbing your hands through your hair to flat them out.
"You really hate him, don't you." She snickered, popping off her shirt. You tried not to look, not wanting to come off as a pervert, but damn, she was fit. You contemplated her words, frowning at your own reflection.
You looked disheveled, the dark eye bags under your eyes very apparent as you tried to mask them with foundation, setting your hair for the millionth time. Oh well, you were presentable enough. Sweatpants would have to do for your only class today, you could binge Netflix after this wretched class.
"I do. I hope his third wife divorces him and he loses his thermos of coffee in the subway." You said, adding your look finally before wearing your shoes.
"That's cruel, didn't know you had it in you." She snickered, patting your back and following you as you closed the door, "Well I have to go to my boring science lectures now so, see you later hun."
"Yeah, enjoy your chemistry period with your boyfriend!" You cheered sarcastically, rolling your eyes and hugging her to tell her that you were only joking. Your relationship was this, of jokes and hugs and kisses. You considered her your best friend.
Rushing towards the gates of your university, you hastily tightened your loosening hair tie, adjusting the straps of your bags. You were pretty sure you had broken your record of being late to your class. You may hate the professor, but you actually enjoyed the subject.
Wheezing as you ran past the late comers, you nodded at the receptionist, hastily signing yourself in. You would blame your clumsiness for what happened next, because one second you were fixing your sande on the foot of the fountain, and next thing you knew you were crashing into a firm body, your nose hitting the random stranger’s chest.
"I’m so sorry! I’m kinda late to class and I wasn’t looking and- whoa, ow.” You rushed your words, groaning when you felt blood rush from your head to toe, nose throbbing with double vision, a reminder of your clumsiness.
“Whoa, hey calm down, it’s okay, I wasn’t looking either.” The stranger said, his thick South Western accent snapping you out of your self pity.
You felt blood rush to your cheeks instead, not anticipating your face in a flush this early in the morning, when you got a good look at the stranger. He was good looking, in his black high turtleneck and brown checkered pants. He had a small leather satchel clutched in his hands, face looking as flushed as you felt when you realised that you had been gawking at him.
He was probably no older than his mid twenties, making you wonder what he was doing in your university. He was too old to be a student, and too young to be a professor. But then again, you wouldn't judge him for joining college late.
Right?
"S-sorry, you um, you must be really late, you should go." He stuttered, your heart fluttering at his dimpled chin and thick accent. His eyes were gleaming in the morning sun, captivating in a way that left you in awe.
"Um yeah, I am." You nodded, composing yourself, hoping that you didn't look too sleep deprived or disheveled, "where are you going, if you don't mind me asking."
"Um, the architecture wing?" He said, unconsciously stepping besides you.
"Oh, I'm going that way. Is it your first time coming here? Haven't seen you around." You asked, trying not to stare at his sharp jawline and the way the morning sun hit him just right, illuminating and accentuating his curly brown hair.
"Yeah, it's my first lecture, so um, looks like I'm late too." He smiled. It was infectious, you noticed as you mirrored his expression.
"Oh, you're a student?"
"Actually, I'm a professor. Just transferred from UCL."
So you were right, he was a professor. He looks so young though. You thought, nodding at him, your thoughts interrupted by his laugh. Looking at him with confusion, you raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, everyone says that. I started right after finishing graduation so, I guess I'm not much older than you." He smiled, kicking the small pebbles littered around the set grassy ground. It had just rained, the smell of wet ground still fresh.
"I said that out loud didn't I?" You smirked, ducking your head to hide.
"You did."
Entering the building, you realised that you hadn't asked which subject he taught, crossing your fingers and hoping that he would replace the old bastard that taught you cultural architecture.
"I forgot to ask, which lecture do you teach?" You asked, looking for your class in the end. The hallways were empty, it was way past your first lecture and all the students were already in the auditorium.
"Oh, uh, British History." He answered. You didn't let disappointment show too much on your face, smiling shyly before gesturing towards the class, "that's you."
"Oh, um thank you." He smiled, pursing his thin lips together as he walked towards the class. You could hear screaming of the students as you both neared the classroom, you still standing by the door, "I didn't get your name."
His question snapped you out of your disappointed gaze,
"Oh, it's Y/n. Y/n L/n." You said with a smile.
"Pleasure to meet you Y/n, I'm Thomas Holland, but you can call me Tom." He said awkwardly, before turning back to his class, who had yet to notice him.
"The pleasure's all mine Professor."
For the first time in your college life, you didn't feel like tearing your hair off during your lecture, your thoughts wandering around. You wanted to berate yourself for not paying attention, but your thoughts kept going there.
It was funny, how you met him not long ago and he was already taking up residence in your brain. You could not control your feelings after all. Something akin to nausea or excitement eased into your stomach when you pictured his smile, his black turtleneck that accentuated his biceps and pectorals. The little rebellious eyebrow and the tiny scar above it.
It made your heart flutter, everything seemingly seemed to stop around you. It scared you a bit, how You had managed to envision the little details of his face in your brain after such a short duration.
You didn't realise that you were smiling until you felt a nudge on your side, making you nearly jump on your seat.
"What?!" You hissed, scowling at your classmate.
"Who're you thinking about?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows as she leaned towards you. You had known her long enough to know her name but never bothered learning, and you were too scared to ask now.
"It's none of your business." You muttered, glancing up to see your professor scowling at a student as they stood up.
"Well okay, but did you hear about the hot new professor? Apparently he's teaching British History, I regret not taking that as a subject now." She said, her cheeks flushed with excitement. You furrowed your brows, feeling a pang in your chest at the realisation that you were probably just another girl with a stupid crush on the hot professor, that there were already girls who would die to feel his touch.
"How do you know about him?" You asked, raising an eyebrow as you try to act nonchalant. You weren't being subtle, apparently, because you could see her snapping her bubblegum with a smirk, leaning forward as if trading secrets.
"You kidding right? Everyone knows about him, you got a crush on him or something?" She suggested, scooting close enough to make you squirm.
"I literally just met him, and ew, he's a professor, why would I see him that way?" You whisper, willing your heart to stop palpitating at the thought of said professor, your gut twisting in anticipation.
"I don't know girl, he's hot and young and so much better than this bastard." She sighed, leaning on her palm with a fake dreamy expression.
You went back to ignoring her after that, noticing how her notebook said 'Eloise'. At least you didn't have to ask her her name now.
Your class went surprisingly well, or maybe it was because you weren't paying attention and thinking about him again. You really needed to get a grip on yourself.
Walking out of your class, you decided to go to the cafeteria, your stomach begging for your attention.
Setting your things on a table, you took out your phone to scroll through Instagram, before switching it off and looking around the cafeteria. You didn't know what you were expecting to see, but your stomach was gurgling with hunger and nothing made sense when you were hungry.
Walking to grab something to eat, you pick up your bag, hanging it over one of your shoulders before getting in the line.
Just as you were about to turn with your bun and cup of coffee, you crashed into someone for the second time that day. Cursing your clumsiness, you heard a familiar British accent curse not very colourful words, making you stumble over as you tried to wipe off the hot coffee off his shirt.
"Hey, it's okay." He said, stopping your frantic gestures by holding your wrist with his to cease any movements.
"Professor Holland! I'm so sorry, it's like, I'm just clumsy. I have no excuse." You sighed in resignation, mentally facepalming at spilling your coffee at the hot professor.
"It's okay darling, I've had much worse spilled on me." He smirked, his hand still holding on to yours. You had started walking away from the location, and yet his hand didn't let go, "You know, I used to babysit during my college days."
"Oh, babysitting, right of course." You chuckled awkwardly, chest heaving with the sudden close proximity with the professor, dissipating the not quite PG thought that just occurred in your mind at his words..
"Sorry for-" You said in unison with him, chuckling.
"You go first." He said.
"I'm sorry for spilling coffee on You, it must have hurt and I ruined your shirt and now there's a big splotch of coffee right in the middle!" You said, circling your fingers around your palm as you walked with your back to the exit as you walked out of the cafeteria, food forgotten and him following your pace.
Before you could continue your awkward blabber, you were standing in the garden outside, leaning against a pillar with the garden in your view looking golden in the setting sun. He was standing in your view, the shadows around his jaw making it look sharp enough to cut glass.
Taking a breath, you looked up at his smiling form with confusion when he didn't answer, instead leant onto the pillar next to you.
"You were... gonna say something?" You reminded, smiling awkwardly as you fiddled with your fingers.
"Oh? Oh! Oh yes yes, You know, I was kind of disappointed that you weren't in my class, Mister Wilson talks very highly of you." He said, folding his arms on his chest, it made his biceps bulge.
"He does?" You looked at him with surprise, guilt panging in your chest when you remembered yourself bad mouthing the professor not long ago.
"Yes, says you're a bright student with a bright future." He answered, leaning his head back so that his neck was exposed, Adam's Apple bobbing as he gulped, his hair falling into place perfectly against his forehead. The arch of his neck was beautiful, tracing it with your eyeballs as you imagined which other curves of his were as beautiful, immediately dismissing those thoughts, chastising yourself for thinking such a way of a professor.
"That's… sweet of him. I've never heard him compliment me once in the two and half years I've been in his class." You chuckle, leaning your elbow on the pillar to get a better look at his side profile.
"Hmm, he says he's hard on you because he wants you to do your best..."
You stopped listening past that, your breath growing more erratic the more he talked, his smooth voice washing over you like warm honey with a squeeze of lemon. Swallowing a sudden lump in your throat, your heart leaping, leaving you nauseous and in a dream like trance.
Tom noticed immediately, noticing your slouched posture as you stared at him with a small smile, the upturn of your lips so inviting that he almost dived in, wanting to know the feeling of them what they felt like against his.
He wasn't the kind to date his students, in fact, he rarely dated after joining uni and becoming a professor.
He strictly believed that student/teacher relationships should end in only a professional non romantic set up. That was all up until he crashed into you that morning.
You had been in his mind all day, stirring him crazy as he imagined your smile, the way your eyes lit up when you talked about your subject of interest, the say your fingers fiddled with the ring you wore on your index finger.
He wondered if this feeling would last forever or become a vague memory, an attraction of hearts that didn't last but felt good till it did. If he was rushing, or if you even felt the same way.
He was smart, of course that's how he became a teacher, but he still couldn't place your feelings.
So when he saw you staring at him, his heart leaping in his throat at your adorable smile, the only logical answer his brain gave was that you liked him too. Temporary attraction or not, he wasn't one to look a gift horse in it's mouth.
Next thing he knew your lips were crashing onto his, your chest pressed against his firmly as your hands reached up to the base of his neck.
Your fingers were soft, tongue swishing against his as he opened his mouth to let you enter. His hands automatically reach for your waist, holding onto firmly as he slammed you against the pillar.
The sun was nearly down, the last of the rays hitting the garden, lighting you both up in a golden glow that left you breathless with a fire raging in your souls.
"What do you say that I audit for British history? I'd like to learn more lessons from you, Professor Holland." You said, breathless against his chest, hiding your nose against his sternum, blood rushing to your ears as his warm hand burned against the bare skin underneath your shirt.
"That would be great darling, anything to see your pretty smile every morning."
A/N: let me know what you think! :)
#tom holland x reader#professor! tom holland x reader#professor!tom holland#tom holland smut#tom holland x reader smut#tom holland x you#spideygirl writes
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Hi guys , how are you doing ?
I hope you had at least a decent day.
I was really surprised by how many people were interested in my story.
(blush) Im so glad
As promised, here's chapter 2
,, I like the rain, it always seemed like the only thing that was like me…"
Chapter 2.
,,Thank you for being here"
Juvia looked at the object in her hands that she found while packing for their trip to Tempeville. A tiny umbrella , white with smiling suns printed on it .She remembered vividly the exact moment Jerry had handed it to her.
- "Here, this is for you, I couldn't bear to hear you whining anymore,"- said the golden-haired man, handing the little girl his gift. -'' I've told you many times, that in time you would be able to control the rain around you. It's normal for water to behave strangely around water mages, and I had a problem with it too….- said Jerry.
The man thought for a moment, then added.
-..I'm pretty sure I told you how I nearly drowned my ex girlfriend….I told you, right?.. "- little girl nodded-"...Of course I did…haha..If only you could see that bitc...yh...lady's face….Where was I at again?............Oh right!...
If only you were just a bit more patient, little froggy.."
-"I told you not to call me that, you dummy! "- shouted the seemingly angry Juvia. It was obvious that she wasn't angry, but if those were supposed to be birthday wishes , then that this old slacker could have tried a little harder.
-''Oi! Brat....I'm trying my best to wish you a happy birthday and you act like this?
-" What kind of birthday wishes are these supposed to be!?- the girl exclaimed.
-..Unbelievable! Young people these days are so ungrateful….Ugh .."- he complained, but eventually gave up.
-" Heh... Alright….Im sorry... Happy Birthday Juju…- he said with a grin. He couldn't stay angry with his baby for too long. - "...I wish you happiness, health,...I hope you'll grow up to be a decent and intelligent woman ... because remember this..., it's not how you look that counts, it's what's in your head…. - the man poked her forehead lightly, causing the girl to giggle.
Despite the tough character of her ..guardian ...? I guess you could call him that… despite his difficult sense of humour and his biting remarks, she knew that she was important to him, just as he was important to her. He just had a strange way of showing affection...
Juvia laughed lightly despite a few tears that flowed from her sapphire eyes. It was for moments like this , she's been able to endure the bullying of other children , she knew that every sad experience ended with a visit from Jerry. Every visit ended with one of his strange ideas that always put a smile back on her face, like that one time he took her out for hot dogs at 10pm. Juvia was never able to forget the look on the orphanage ladies' faces when Jerry walked her back at 1 am.
Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice when her fiancé appeared in their bedroom.
-" I've never seen this one…"- he pointed at the umbrella- ''.. I'm guessing it's a special one then" -he stated, handing her tea.
- "Thank you... "- she took a sip-"...Yes you're right... actually it was a present for my birthday. HE gave it to me…"
After packing the last things, they both sat down on the bed. Neither of them was quite sure how to start a conversation. Gray didn't like the strange atmosphere that had prevailed in their apartment since yesterday. But most of all he did not like how distant Juvia seemed to be. That wasn't his Juvia.
Devil Slayer rested his head on her shoulder. When Blue-haired woman began to gently stroke his hair, he immediately relaxed . He missed that...
After what for him felt like ages , she decided to speak.
-"Juvia is sorry that she didn't tell you anything...Juv….. I was just trying to forget about it... it's not like I don't trust you....Please don't be angry…"-she said in an uncertain voice.
-"I'm not angry at you….I'm just a little disappointed...I thought you felt comfortable enough with me to tell me everything…"- he admitted.
It was silly to admit , but he didn't
like the fact that Juvia wouldn't tell him something. He knew that everyone had the right to have their own secrets, but his desire to find out what was in her head was much stronger. After a while he decided to ask her more
- "Is there anything else you haven't told me about yourself?" He needed to know.
-" No. Everything else is true…About my childhood, about Phantom Lord...and mostly about my parents..."
………………………….
-".........What happened to your parents...?"- he asked quietly. He contemplated for a moment whether he should ask her this question. After all, he didn't know what kind of reaction this would cause..
-" My mother died when I was about 2 years old.... I don't know who my father was... Jerry said he never met him…about my mother.."- Juvia looked as if she was thinking very hard about something, and after a moment she added-"..Jerry once told me that even she couldn't remember who he exactly was….not that she cared about it or about being pregnant …"- said Juvia weirdly.
Wait , what?
-"..L-let me get this straight…...you're trying to tell me….that she didn't really care that she got pregnant...and that she wasn't even trying to look for your father?
' Wait, what !?'
-….ymm... that's....." - the man persistently tried to choose the right words.
He did not want to offend his fiancée's mother by any means
(If not for her , Juvia wouldn't be there in the first place, so she obviously deserved to be at least respected)....But everything Juvia had mentioned sounded...How to put it?...Concerning?
-" It's not normal... I know... you don't have to hold back Darling- she said with a slight smile- "Her name was Eliana and apparently she was always like...that..., she was...well DIFFERENT.."- that's how Jerry would always describe her-"....She didn't really care about anything, she didn't talk too much, she rarely showed any kind of emotion....She was one big secret, even for him.
Juvia never fully got it. Why would she be like that with the person she supposedly was……
..ymm…..Close.?"- he didn't miss the way she said the last word, but he kept quiet about it. After all ,the relationship between two strangers wasn't his business. Gray decided to change the subject a bit.
-"You know..., I think it's really great of him to take care of both of you.…"-despite the fact that the night before Gray had felt a lot of anger towards the aforementioned man, right now he was grateful that he had taken both ladies under his care.- "He must have been an amazing person. It really sounds like you are telling me about some hero or saint"- ice mage smiled
- "He was "- said blunette with a smile - "I will always be grateful to him...But Saint ? No, no ,no...That's probably too much of an exaggeration." - she added with a giggle.
Gray was glad that she was laughing again, he couldn't help but laugh a little too. They are slowly returning to normalcy...
- "He was the laziest, most stubborn man you could find on this planet….He was untactful , brutally honest and worst of all, sometimes he could be so awfully mean and grumpy , especially when it was Tuesday...Juvia never got that...why Tuesday?….Dear God , he could be so unbearable...."- Juvia stopped for a moment, then smiled playfully.- "Honestly you two are pretty similar in that case"
- "Ekhem....So.. you're suggesting that I'm mean and grumpy ? Oh ..Alright... I'll remember that when you want something from me..."- Gray said, pretending to be offended and trying hard not to smile.
Juvia laughed loudly, then wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a sweet kiss on his lips. After Jerry disappeared, she was sure she would never get attached to anyone again. She didn't want to suffer more.
But as we all know, life likes to surprise us, and "never" is not eternal.
First she met Gajeel , with whom, by some strange coincidence, she found a connection. Funny, considering how different they were. Even then a quiet voice in her head, similar to Jerry's, whispered to her to not get too attached….that it didn't make sense.
On that day, for the first time in her
life, she decided to ignore it, and thanks to that, she gained a wonderful friend.
The same situation happened again after she met Gray and Fairy tail. The insistent voice kept reminding her of the past.
'Just because you've miraculously found a friend who hasn't left you, doesn't mean that it will happen again...'
'So what if he stopped your rain, one day you'd be able to deal with it by yourself…..Besides, don't you remember what happened the last time you felt something for a guy? It's just stupid, meaningless crush, just get over it....'
But as time passed and she became more and more attached to the guild mates, more and more in love with Gray..... The voice in her head gradually faded and after a while the only sound she heard was the laughter of her loved ones.
Despite the suffering of the past, Juvia no longer regretted anything. She would go through it even 100 more times, just to be happy with her new family.
-"Oi ! - she felt Gray lightly tap her nose- Juvs don't fall asleep, we have a train in about two hours….. Remember? "- he asked amused
- "You're right! Juvia's sorry, she got lost in her thoughts…"
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- "Are you going on a mission ?" asked Mira Jane cheerfully, as the couple informed her of their departure. Gray didn't necessarily want to share with her the reason for their trip. After all, it was a rather sensitive topic.
- "Yyyy it's more like..... a..vacation...?...Right Juvia?"- he turned to his fiancée
- "Oh!....Yes, yes..."- nodded the woman.
The barmaid looked at them with a
huge smile. She still couldn't quite believe that these two were finally together.…
- "In that case I wish you a wonderful time, lovebirds" - she giggled as she saw them both turning red.
- "Ooh vacation? That's awesome, wish you a great time guys." -they heard Lucy's voice behind them.
- "They are such a beautiful couple."- added Erza proudly-" I can't believe that our Gray has grown so much..I hope you'll have an amazing vacation."
- '"I also wish you an amazing time'' -said Wendy happily.
-Ohhh..young love…- sang Happy, flying over their heads.
- " And where are you two going anyway?"- asked Natsu curiously while finishing his lunch.
- "We decided to visit my hometown,"- said Juvia.
Her friends didn't need to know more...
- "Oh cool..Where is it?" -continued Natsu. He never really thought much about where his guild-mate came from..
-" I don't think that's your business Flame-brain. Besides you probably wouldn't know where it is anyway." -said Gray, slightly annoyed. He was slowly starting to get on his nerves. Why does Natsu always have to meddle in things that are not his own?
- "I asked Juvia ,not you Icy-pants" said Natsu teasingly. Jeez what's wrong with Droopy eyes today , he just asked a simple question.
- "Calm down both of you "- said Lucy. She didn't like where this conversation was going.
-'' Lucy is right, there is no point in arguing....Natsu if you really want to know, Juvia was born in the town of Tempeville, in the south - said Juvia, trying to calm down quickly.
- "Oh, I've never heard of that place," Natsu said, surprised. Looks like there's a lot of towns he didn't know about.
- "See, I told you so,"- said Gray. "Now if you'll excuse us, we have a train to catch. So let's get going…
- "Hey Lucy, Happy, let's go with them...I'd like to see what that place is like "- said Natsu suddenly, dragging the blonde with him. His girlfriend looked at him in horror. 'Natsu, what are you thinking? Are you trying to ruin their trip?'
- "The hell?! "- shouted Gray. And then he thought that everything was going well…'Please no….'
- "Natsu, that's their private vacation! "- exclaimed Lucy, knowing very well that they should leave the couple alone- "Besides, they said they have a train coming soon!"
-"Then let's go , we have to get ready quickly…...!"
"LEAVE US ALONE !!' - desperate Gray shouted as loud as he could, unintentionally focusing the attention of practically the entire guild.
They all looked at him, disapproval clearly written on
their faces.
- "Gee..Buddy..you don't have to be so rude," - said Max.
- "My God… what's with you?- whispered Lisanna
- "Exactly Gray, what kind of behavior is that? "- Erza asked in a stern tone- "If you don't want Natsu to come with you, just tell him politely.
The Devil Slayer wanted to disappear... It wasn't supposed to be like this. He turned his gaze towards his fiancée, silently asking for any kind of rescue.
However, he was met with the same horrified gaze.
After a moment, the girl bowed her head slightly and said to the rest of the guild.
-"Everyone , please forgive us, especially Gray. I don't know what's going on with him lately...."
- ' Huh ?'- Gray must have heard that wrong….There is no way...
-"....He's been very tired and stressed lately, probably because of work, that's why we decided to go on vacation…..Juvia didn't know what to do...." said Juvia, brilliantly pretending to be distraught.
'Stop making me out to be some kind of aggressive freak,' Gray shouted in his mind
'Juvia is sorry but this is kinda your fault'- thought blunette , while taking a look at her lover.
- "Relax Juvia, you don't have to apologize to us... To be honest Natsu tried to force his way into your trip" - said Lucy, looking at her partner with an annoyance.
- Sorry Juvia….-said the pink haired boy meekly-"...but the ice princess can kiss my ass. I won't apologize to him.." -he added quietly.
- "It honestly sounds like an excuse to leave you alone so you can shag in peace" -said Cana under her breath. She wanted to add something else but then she felt a murderous gaze of the black-haired man and decided to shut up.
-"True!"- added Gajeel, receiving a look full of indignation from his best friend.
-"That's so MANLY"
- "How could you blame them though….." -laughed Macao.
-"GOODBYE !" - shouted Fullbuster blushing furiously ,as he headed straight to the door, dragging his equally embarrassed lover with him.
As they walked towards the train station, dragging their suitcases behind them, blunette suddenly asked…
- "Did you really do this...to be all alone with me....?" asked Juvia innocently. Oh how she loved teasing him like that...
-"JUVIA ?! "- At this point Gray was
close to having a heart attack.
A very amused girl could not stop laughing for a while , until they got on the train and they sat down in one of the wagons. Their journey has just begun.
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Very random/ unnecessary bonus .
Remember this, Lovelies! Never doodle under the influence of alcohol, you will get wierd ideas lol.
,, Do you see this sh*t Juvia? People are fighting over fictional characters… Humanity really is getting dumber and dumber...."
#gruvia#fanfic#gray x juvia#oc#guild members#attempt at humor#chapter 2#juvia lockser#gray fullbuster#pro gruvia
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It’s a Match
↠ yoongi x jimin | smut | hookup au | 18+ | 3.4K
↠ Summary: Loneliness can make you do questionable things. Like signing up to a dating app to suck the cock of a stranger.
↠ Warnings: deep throating, public blowjobs, cum sharing, kind of a social media au - but not, drunk Yoongi, flirting, masturbation, gagging.
Yoongi never thought he'd be desperate enough to download the app on his phone, but here he was at 11:37 on a Friday night, finger hovering over the install button.
"Ahhh fuck it.."
He clicked and watched as the app downloaded and installed on his phone. He never thought it would get to this point. He'd been single for years. Preferring his own company, he never found it necessary to date. People annoyed him, too loud, too intrusive, too manipulative. So he remained alone. But 4 years is a long time to be on your own and he was starting to grow tired of his own hand. Plus he'd watched evey fucking video there was on his favourite porn site a year ago. That should have been the sign he needed to get laid, but his dumb ass wallowed in misery for another 12 months and that's why he's here now, creating a profile in the hopes of getting fucked this weekend.
A frown formed on Yoongi's face, he had been scrolling through profiles for the last 30 minutes and hadn't matched with anyone. He knew it was because he was being incredibly picky, swiping left on nearly every single profile he'd come across. He wasn't gonna get his dick sucked carrying on like this. He swiped left on a profile of a man in his 40s - already starting to bald, arms wrapped around a girl half his age - when his eyes landed upon the profile of a young man.
Yoongi was intrigued. The man had the prettiest face Yoongi had ever seen, beautiful plush lips pulled into a seductive smile, with his blond bangs hanging over his eyes. Yoongi clicked to view the profile in full, Jimin - the beautiful man's name was Jimin. He used emojis in his profile, which made Yoongi let out a frustrated groan. He hated emojis, too childish. He continued to read the profile and decided that the two of them were too different and even though the man was beautiful he would swipe left, like he had been all night. Maybe it was an accident or maybe Yoongi's subconscious wanted those plush lips around his cock, because instead of swiping left he swiped right.
He put the phone down and got up to make a drink. He shouldn't have a coffee this late, but apparently he was living recklessly tonight. With the steaming hot drink in his hand he climbed back onto his bed. He took a sip of the dark hot liquid when he heard the ding of a notification. He cautiously leaned over and grabbed the phone, swiping away his lock screen. He could see that he had been notified of a match, so he quickly opened the app, curious as to which one of the very small pool of men he'd swiped right on that would like him back. Yoongi could feel his cheeks starting to heat up. He didn't expect to match with the blond with the lips to die for. Not only that, but the man had messaged him too.
Yoongi couldn't tell him the truth, he WAS going to swipe left, what the fuck happened with that anyway.
Yoongi choked on his coffee, Jimin looked like an angel, but an angel wouldn't talk that way. How the hell does he respond to that? Does he even want to respond to that? He placed his coffee on the side table and dragged his hand through his hair. If he didn't take this opportunity his blue balls would actually kill him. Well fuck, his response just made him sound like the world's most pathetic asshole.
Yoongi checked the time, it was quite early in the morning now. The coffee had helped wake him up, but the prospect of meeting with the cute man had him feeling even more awake than what was humanly possible. The two of them talked for the next few hours. Sharing stories of their worst dates, childhood pets, who was more powerful Superman or Ironman and their favourite songs. Yoongi finally said goodnight and put his phone on the charger. They had agreed to met at Jimin's favourite bar the 'Hit List' at 8pm that night. Seventeen hours for Yoongi to work himself up into a worried hot ass mess. Fucking great. And yet as he stared up at the ceiling a small smile broke out on his face.
Yoongi spent his Saturday doing everything he possibly could to distract himself from his date that evening. Was it a date? Do you call meeting some random off the internet to possibly fuck a date? He was too old for this shit. He rearranged his vinyl collection, read a decent chunk of his new book and practiced a few new songs on his guitar. Once the sky had turned a beautiful shade of orange and pink Yoongi knew he had to stop stalling and get his ass ready. He took an extra long shower, debating on whether to do some manscaping (since all the young kids do it these days) before deciding not to. He liked his bush, and if pretty boy wasn't a fan well tough shit for him.
He teamed his black and white shirt with a pair of black jeans ripped at the knee, a leather jacket and finished it off with a few pieces of jewellery. With one last look in the mirror Yoongi slid his phone and wallet into the pocket of his jeans and left his apartment. Just as he stepped into the lift his phone pinged. It was a message from Jimin.
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Jimin is sitting at the bar when Yoongi arrives. He's deep in conversation with the bartender, so Yoongi stands by the entrance awkwardly looking around. It's a nice place, very quiet and intimate. It's dark, a few low hanging lights scattered around and tealight candles sitting in a whisky glass on each table. To his right is a large floor to ceiling window, surrounded by a mix match of old leather chairs. There is a faint smell of smoke in the air. Oddly this smell starts to calm Yoongi down, it reminds him of his grandfather. Okay, now he's nervous again. Thinking of his grandfather at a time like this?
"I'm a fucking mess." he mutters to himself as he walks over to the bar.
"Uhh sorry to interrupt, Jimin right?"
The blond turns his head and smiles, he is really more beautiful in real life Yoongi thinks to himself. He's wearing a black shirt with one too many buttons undone, his hair parted in the middle falling gracefully to each side framing his angelic looking face.
"Mmm that's right and you are?"
Um what?! Fuck, Yoongi knew he made a mistake by coming here. Ahh fuck, why did he have to make that stupid profile? He loved Amateur Bareback 3-Way #2, he could have easily watched it 100 more times.
"Relax cutie, I'm just playing, you should have seen your face," a giggle escaped from Jimin's lips. "Nice to meet you Yoongi." he stood up and extended his hand out to shake. Yoongi quickly wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans and returned the handshake. Jimin's hand was engulfed in Yoongi's. He looked down and couldn't help but smile at the scene. Jimin's hands were so petite compared to his. It was a rather lovely sight.
"Order yourself a drink and we'll go sit over there." he pointed to the leather chairs Yoongi has been eyeing up earlier. He ordered an Irish Mule for himself and a Negroni for Jimin. He carried the drinks to the table, while Jimin followed closely behind. A little too close Yoongi thought. He could smell his perfume starting to mix with the smoke smell. It was a delicious combination.
The first half an hour was straight up torture for Yoongi. Even though the two of them had spent the night messaging each other it was different once he was sitting face to face with the most stunning man in all of Seoul. Yoongi avoided eye contact, mumbled and laughed dryly at Jimin's jokes. He was well and truly fucking this entire thing up.
Jimin huffed "You don't have to stick around you know, you can leave whenever you want."
Yep. He had fucked this up.
"Uhh it's not that," Yoongi starts to bite at his thumb nail "Jimin, I'm terrible at this. People stress me the fuck out, I haven't been laid in four years, I don't like leaving my apartment, you are lovely, fantastic even and that's making me even more nervous."
Jimin played with the hoop in his ear while looking directly at Yoongi, he tilted his head to the side "How can I help you relax? I thought we clicked last night?"
They did
"I'm sorry I make you nervous, I can't help it that I'm so cute." Yoongi finally looked into Jimin's eyes and they burst into laughter.
"It's not your fault. Fuck it, I need another drink . . or five that will help." he rolled his eyes before waking back to the bar.
With a few more drinks in him Yoongi was relaxed, he could feel the whiskey warming up his body. The heat in his stomach though, he was sure that was because of the attractive man sitting in front of him. The discomfort had finally vanished and instead a mellowness had fallen over the two.
"I've always liked older men." Jimin purred, his delicate small fingers, adorned with multiple silver rings, brushing against the now half empty glass.
"Aiisshh I'm only two years older than you!" Yoongi huffed, folding his arms across his chest.
"Yeah, but you act like you're nearly 60.” Jimin let out a hearty laugh, his eyes turning into crescents, cheeks plump and slightly pink. He slapped the table causing their glasses to shake. Yoongi quickly grabbed his to prevent it from spilling.
"It's not that funny." he didn't want to admit it, but the blond's laugh was hypnotic, he could watch Jimin laugh for hours and never tire of it.
Jimin straightened up, fingers now tracing the rim of the glass "I bet you don't fuck like an old man though."
Yoongi gulped and looked directly into Jimin's brown eyes, gone was the playful light, it was now replaced with desperate firey lust. He knew what the outcome of this date could be, and yet he was still nervous. He could feel his heart starting to race, his breath becoming faster. "Aaahh shit" Yoongi thought to himself as his left hand started to twitch, the blond's smell - a mix of orange blossom and patchouli was becoming overwhelming, he needed to calm down, he'd cum within seconds if he didn't get his shit under control.
"Heh, well I guess you'll find out later huh?"
Jimin reached over and ran his soft fingers over Yoongi's hand, playing with the bracelets that sat around his wrist.
"Why don't I find out now?"
Yoongi's friends love roasting him for his personality change when drunk. All of a sudden the quiet reserved man becomes giggly and loud. Cracking terrible jokes and singing at the top of his lungs. Sober Yoongi would never dare dream of taking a stranger to the bathroom to jerk off. Drunk Yoongi though? Try to stop him.
"Mmm Jiminshi are you sure?”
Jimin giggled at this "You are SO cute" he continued to draw his fingers over Yoongis hands "Of course I'm sure, do you wanna go back to mine? Or we could go to yours if you're more comfortable with that..."
Without thinking Yoongi stood, grabbed the blonds arm and pulled him up. They walked towards the exit, but before descending the stairs they took a left and made their way into the restroom. Once inside Yoongi pushed Jimin against the door and started kissing at his neck. "Fuck! Jimin, there is no way in hell I can wait to get back to my place, I need to feel you now." Yoongi whispered between kisses.
Yoongi leaned down and kissed his exposed chest, thank fuck Jimin had left those top buttons open. They had been torturing Yoongi all night long, but now he was thankful for it. Jimin's skin was so soft and it faintly smelled like cherry blossom lotion but he wanted more. He was desperate for more. Jimin ran his hands through Yoongi's hair and grabbed hard. Small moans escaped his lips, which drew Yoongi even crazier. He undid the buttons on his shirt and stood back. Jimin had the body of a god. Perfectly sculptured, with beautiful brown nipples begging to be sucked on. Who was Yoongi to deny god his wish?
Jimin let out a squeak when Yoongi ran his tongue over his nipples, hungrily licking and sucking at them. His right hand found it's way to the bulge in Jimin's pants and he pressed his palm down onto it. Jimin was now starting to get louder which made Yoongi smirk, he lightly nipped on Jimin's nipple before standing up and leaning in to sloppily kiss Jimin on those perfect, perfect lips, the taste of spice and bitterness still lingering.
"Uuuhhh Hyung, please touch me."
"That's what I'm doing Jimin."
"No you asshole, I want to feel you properly, get my fucking dick out." Yoongi stopped and looked at Jimin, slightly taken back by the tone of his voice. But he just smiled back - a wicked smile.
Yoongi got onto his knees and began undoing the zip of Jimin's pants. He pulled them down to his ankles, he then drew his hands up Jimin's legs, enjoying how smooth they were. He palmed Jimin's cock through his underwear eliciting a moan from the man above him. Yoongi pressed his face into Jimin's clothed cock. He took a deep breath, Jimin smelled wicked, his arousal mixed with body lotion was rousing. He alternated between sucking and licking on the cock trapped behind Calvin Klein underwear. He repeated this action a few more times before finally removing the now very damp briefs.
Jimin wasn't the biggest cock Yoongi had ever seen, but he was thick and absolutely smooth. He stroked his long fingers over his chiseled abs, along Jimin's length and then down to his balls which he cupped in his hand, massaging back and forth. He let go and brought his hand to his mouth, running his tongue over his entire palm. It was so fucking dirty and Jimin shuddered at the sight. He reached back up and gripped Jimin's cock in his now saliva covered hand. He drew his hand up and down at a frantic pace. He was too worked up to go any slower, but Jimin didn't seem to mind by the noises he was making. Oh shit, he was being too loud now. They'd get caught and thrown out or even worse the cops called.
"Shit Jimin, you need to be quiet or someone will hear us.”
“Mmm Yoongi I don't think I can cutie, why do you think I said we should get out of here."
Yoongi huffed and slowed his hand down. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Jimin's briefs, so he picked them up, stood and shoved them in Jimin's mouth.
"That should shut you up.... Is that okay? I can take them out if you don't like it.”
Jimin shook his head and moaned around the underwear. His mouth was stretched open and drool already starting to pool at the corners. What a fucking beautiful thing to witness. Pleased with himself Yoongi got back on his knees and kissed the tip of Jimin's cock. His tongue played with the slit, circling it before he slowly kissed down each side of his shaft. He then licked the base to tip, never taking his eyes off Jimin's. They both looked so fucked already, pupils blown out, flushed cheeks and lips swollen from the rough kissing earlier.
He started pumping slowly, wanting to tease Jimin a little, the blond was impatient though and bucked his hips into Yoongi's fist, letting him know he wanted and desperately needed it faster. Yoongi let out a small chuckle and started to move his hand at a pace the gorgeous man would enjoy. Muffled moans of pleasure let Yoongi know he had found the magic speed. He continued like this for a few minutes before letting go and taking Jimin's cock in his mouth. Oh he tasted good - of course he did he was perfect in every way why would this be any different? Yoongi hollowed his cheeks as he bobbed up and down on Jimin's length, taking it deep before pulling up and letting go with a 'pop'.
He took hold of Jimin's cock and rubbed his lips all over the head, spreading precum all over his lips and chin. He felt like such a slut, but he was loving every moment of it. Yoongi closed his eyes and slowly buried Jimin's entire cock in his mouth until it hit the back of his throat. He moaned around the feeling, this was what he had needed. To feel stuffed by a pretty cock attached to a pretty man. Jimin was squirming above him, his panting and moans muffled by the briefs in his mouth, but there was no doubt he was in ecstasy just like the cock starved brunette. Yoongi felt petite hands fist into his hair and start pulling and pushing trying to take some control of the situation, Yoongi slowed down and allowed Jimin to start fucking into his mouth.
With each of Jimin's thrusts his grunts became louder as he was getting closer to his orgasm. Jimin wasn't the only one getting close, after having practically become a born again virgin, Yoongi's head was dizzy with arousal and he wasn't sure how much longer he would last, his grip on Jimin's thighs tightening, bound to leave light marks the next morning. He closed his eyes and could feel the heat from his stomach rise throughout his body, his muscles tensing as he felt his release. The wet patch in Yoongi's pants made him feel absolutely filthy. He came just from sucking someone's cock? Before he had too much time to start mulling over how much of a slut he is, Jimin spills his load inside Yoongi's hot mouth. He thrusts hard a few times causing the cum to spill out of Yoongi's mouth and dribble down his chin, landing on the floor.
Jimin hisses as he slowly removes himself from Yoongi's mouth, he leans down and Yoongi yanks the underwear out of his mouth before smashing his lips against the blonds. He doesn't care that his mouth is still full of Jimin's cum, he tastes so good he wants him to experience the intoxicating taste too. When their lips part Jimin stands to put his softening cock away. Yoongi stands with him and looks around the room, avoiding eye contact.
"Umm thanks for that, that was .. uhh really good."
Jimin's bewitching smile returns "Yeah, that was amazing cutie can't say I've ever had my underwear shoved into my mouth though, but there is a first time for everything. Come here and I'll treat you good too."
"Well um, no it's okay. Honestly. I may have cum already." he sheepishly replies, still avoiding any damn eye contact.
A small "oh" left his pouty lips "well I'm glad I could have been of assistance."
The two stood awkwardly for a while before Jimin held Yoongi's hand and walked him over to the sink. He made the older man sit on the bench while he cleaned up all the mess he had made. Yoongi's heart couldn't stop beating. There was no need for Jimin to be so nice after what they had just done, but here he was doing something Yoongi actually felt was more intimate than painting the walls of his throat with his cum.
"Ah there ya go, now you can go back into the real world without anyone suspecting a thing.”
They walked outside together in silence, Yoongi had never had a hook up before. Do you crack jokes? Profess your love? Or just act like what happened never did? His mind was a million miles away when soft fingers were suddenly stroking his cheek.
"Please message me anytime you want to see each other again, and I'll be the one doing all the dirty work okay?"
This made Yoongi blush "Yeah okay. Thank you Jimin, truly I had a great night."
And it was the truth, he had so much fun he could relive the moment in his head for the next four years. Amateur Bareback 3-Way #2 wouldn't be needed when the memory of small hands, captivating moans and cum drizzling down his chin was enough to get him hard again. It had been less than 20 minutes. God dammit!
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at this point i feel like im going mad, literally shaking with the desire to tell someone about this recurring dream i have where i get transported to not-paris (which as the name suggests is paris but not). seeing as you collect dreams (for innocuous and innocent motives no doubt), i feel like it's appropriate to just spit this here.
i should preface that when i went there for the first time, i was making plans to continue my studies in paris, which is where i actually spend my childhood in. which in turn caused me a lot of grief. more on that at the end.
so far i don't know what the trigger to having a not-paris dream is, or if there even is one in the first place. just sometimes i sleep and i realise during or after the dream that i spent some time in not-paris. the first time it happened, for some reason i just knew the place i went to was not-paris.
and i also know it's a recurring dream, despite the "story" (i call it the life i lead in my dream) being different at every not-paris iteration, because the location is the same. the city, feels alive, in that places like to move around, but i remember distinctively in my dreams that i would, remember my way around the city and know the layout like i've been travelling around the city so often it's like second-nature.
not-paris ressembles paris except for the fact that it doesn't. i'm not sure how to describe it. the geography doesn't make sense. there are roads and intersections and cut-offs that doesn't exist in real life and shouldn't be able to exist but it does. the arrondissements are confused and the boulevards just sort of mixed together. not-paris stretched out outside it's real borders, to where "paris" should've stopped and entered a different city. but when i’m there i just know it’s “paris”.
i don't know if not-paris has an airport, because whenever i go there, i'm always outside the train station knowing already where i'm going to go. the place is stuck in this half modern half antiquated design (though real paris is sort of like that with the architecture), some places are bustling with cafes and hotels and bright lighting and then some places look old, like very old. old museums and apartment buildings. not like in a state of disrepair, but, you would walk from one road to the other and notice that the colours in your world just shifted.
not-paris is definitely haunted haunted, with a capital h. theres a rlly present paranormal activity there, that gets increasingly noticeable depending on where you go. theres this one neighborhood that's really haunted, that i've gone to at least twice now. there's a museum there that i know is a remnant of some war or rebellion or something. and when im there i would tell tourists about it and the artefacts and items there. but i don't recall ever exploring the place myself. i just, seemed to know the arhitecture and the history of that place. and there's a ghost there. i dont know if she’s malicious or anything, but she does like to chase visitors around. for some reason i am very nonchalant about this. every time i go to the museum i meet her. despite her appearance i know she’s just a kid.
i have more strange occurences that i've seen happen in not-paris but i think that this ask is already too long so i'll cut it off here. the dream is probably not the wackiest thing ever, but it’s pretty funny it happens so often.
if i try to dissect the reason why i started dreaming about not-paris, it's probably because of my anxiety and paranoia of going to a paris that no longer matches up with the one from my memories. i only have my memories from childhood and i haven't been there since, so i was afraid that it'll be so different and unfamiliar that i'll feel like a stranger. but if this was true, the dreams would've stopped by now, and it hasn't, because i'm no longer apprehensive about living in paris.
if i'm completely honest, i feel like not-paris exists in some form, and that there is a me who lives there and who i shadow whenever i get transported there in my dreams. as far as recurring dreams go, going to not-paris is almost, peaceful and relaxing. despite being so unfamiliar and peculiar, not-paris gives me some sense of nostalgia, like a deja vu, and whenever i think about it i do begin to yearn a little bit about returning there and for a life that never was.
at this point i'm slightly convinced that one day i'll be transported to not-paris and never wake up lol
god, this is so unbelievably cool. I was thinking the same thing while reading this ask, actually -- that not-Paris actually exists out there somewhere. I'm a firm believer in the multiverse theory, so this really does not seem like that much of a stretch. if we can dream about places in this world that we've never been to before, only to see it and realise it's exactly how we dreamt it, why not extend that to another universe entirely? they're not that far away, after all.
this honestly seems like it should be the plot to a book. it's honestly incredible, like I'm jealous of your dream wandering tbh.
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My Best Mistake
This is my first try of a Mike fic and I have to admit I haven't seen Hellraiser: Hellworld yet. So all I think to know about Mike is based on fics, gifs and pictures and maybe it's not that accurate but I hope you're gonna like it.
This one-shot was planned as pure smut and not much more but in the process of writing, it turned out to be something completely different. So Mike's not only managed to surprise my OFC but me too.
So here we go....
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Pairing: Mike x OFC
Summary: Girl meets boy at a bar and he doesn't come up to her expectations.
Warnings: Mentioning of death and sex...a tiny little bit of smut at the end
Unbeta'ed. All mistakes are mine. English is not my first language so please expect bad grammar and spelling
Tags: @hell1129-blog @lunedelorient @willkatfanfromasia @inlovewithhisblueeyes @mis-lil-red @agniavateira
I know he is my next mistake the moment I see him coming through the door. It's not his good looks that tell me he's trouble. Not his tall, muscular body, not the cool clothes -Jeans, plain white T-shirt, black leather jacket-, not this very handsome face with the outstanding blue eyes or the thick, dark curls that invite me to run my hands through his hair. It's the smirk, the smug expression, the sly smile, the cockiness he exudes from every pore. This guy is pure swagger, sex on legs...call it what you want, but I'm hooked on him on first sight and I hate the fact that I'm so attracted to such a player, by the bad boy sex appeal he oozes.
When he enters the bar a group of boys and girls, who are sitting in a corner with cosy sofas and lounge chairs placed around a large round table, start cheering and yelling his name.
MIKE
He greets the guys with fist bumps and winks at the girls. Some of them blush under his gaze but none of them seems to be his girlfriend. When he starts telling his friends something that seems to be a longer story -judging by all the giggling of the girls and the laughter of his mates a very funny one- the whole group hangs on his every word. It's obvious that he loves being the center of attention. He knows how good looking and attractive he is, he knows he's the leader of the pack and he wants every single person in this bar to know it too. The physical reaction of my body to him is ridiculous and pathetic. I call myself a feminist, an emancipated woman but I still want this himbo with the caveman aura with every fibre of my body. I know this is a bad idea, I've had my fair share of trouble with this kind of fuckboys. They think they're the greatest but the sex is usually bad and over much too soon and afterwards they treat you like some kind of slut when in fact they are the man whores.
I look at my mobile to check the time. Where the fuck is Emma. We said we'd meet here at 9, now it's almost 9:30 and she's nowhere to be seen. I text her. "Where are you?"
No reaction. I think about leaving but I decide to give her another 15 minutes. I can't help but watch Mike and his friends again. They seem to have a good time. Lots of fun, lots of alcohol. Two girls are making out passionately and the guys applaud and whistle enthusiastically. This is so cliché-ridden, I roll my eyes.
Mike is sitting on the back of one of the sofas, watching the spectacle with a big grin, taking a sip from a bottle of beer from time to time. After a while he starts scanning the room and that's when our eyes meet. His gaze holds mine and when he gives me a wink and a smirk I know he's interested.
I'm not surprised. I know I'm pretty in a conventional way. The all american girl, long blonde hair, lovely face, great boobs, nice ass. It's nothing I'm proud of because I haven't done anything to achieve it. It was given to me by mother nature or god or genetics or whatever and to be honest I consider my looks quite boring, ordinary and replaceable. There are dozens of girls that look exactly like me. But guys like Mikey over there, they like this average kind of beauty. It's exactly what they want and what they get. He's the jock and I'm the cheerleader. He's the hot college athlete and I'm the queen bee. He's the hunter and I'm the prey. I've played this game many times before and I'm sick of it. It's not what I want. I don't want the jocks anymore. I want a smart guy, an intellectual, a feminist, a sophisticated, grown-up man who's interested in politics, arts, books. But that's not what I get because these guys are interested in the girls with an unconventional beauty, with a remarkable style. They want extraordinary women, smart women, independent women. Not a random bimbo like me.
I flinch when my phone starts to vibrate in my hand. It's Emma calling. Her car broke down and now she's waiting for the breakdown service. She won't make it.
I take a deep breath and try to ignore the guy at the other end of the bar who's been seeking my attention since the moment I've arrived.
I need to pee. I get up and head to the restrooms and I know Mike is watching me. I give him a flirtatious smile when I pass him and his friends and I can feel his gaze on my backside, lingering on my butt and my long legs.
When I return he waits for me. He leans against the bar casually, right beside the barstool with my jacket on it, a lopsided smile on his pretty face.
I know I should grab my things and leave but I don't. There's something about the way he looks me up and down that turns me on. And there's something in his eyes that makes me wonder if I misjudged him. If I was being led on by my own prejudices.
I sit down and give him a quick look before I lower my eyes. That's the game. He's going to make the first move. Or at least he wants to be given the feeling that he is.
"Hi. I'm Mike." he says and I turn to him. His smile is bright and very confident.
I smile back and bat my long lashes. "Hi. I'm Sarah. Nice to meet you, Marc."
"No, it's Mike." he says, leaning in to make me understand him better. He's very close now. "Mike. Like in Magic Mike." he says with a smirk. His lips are amazing.
"Oh. I see." I giggle and I hate that I know how to play this game so damn well.
"So why is a beauty like you sitting at the bar in a place like this all on her own?"
"I was waiting for my friend, but her car broke down so she can't make it."
"So you need someone to keep you company, huh." Mike asks and he cocks his head looking at me like a lost puppy.
"Actually I was just about to leave." I say with a fake-shy smile.
"Great idea." He reaches into the pocket of his jacket, gets out some bills and places them on the bar beside my empty glass of beer. "Let's go." He takes my hand and tries to drag me from my chair. I can't help but laugh.
"This is crazy. I don't even know you. Why would I leave with you?"
"Because you need a good adventure and some fun. I can see the sadness in your eyes. I can take it away."
I'm speechless for a moment. How does he know this? There is this sadness deep inside of me but I'm sure it doesn't show in my eyes because no one has ever told me before. In all the time that's passed since my dad died nobody has realized that I'm still mourning.
"Come with me."
"You could be a serial killer." I say though I already know that I'm going to leave with him.
"I'm not. You can trust me."
Strangely enough that's exactly what I do.
"What about your friends?"
"They can do without me. And they're not really my friends." He shrugs.
"And what are they?"
"Just...people I know and hang out with." Mike says and it sounds like a question.
I hop off my chair and put on my jacket.
"Ok then...let's go."
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I hesitate when we're standing in front of his pick-up truck.
"What's wrong." Mike looks at me.
"What about 'Don't drink and drive'?" I say with a frown.
"Don't worry. I've only had lite beer. Alcohol-free."
I snort. "Guys like you don't drink lite beer."
"Guys like me?"
I don't know how to answer and just shrug.
"See, I don't know what you think to know about 'guys like me', but I lost my best friend to that kind of shit. He caused an accident when he was drunk and he and two other people died. So I don't drink when I drive." A sad look crosses his face for a split second.
"That's dreadful. I'm sorry."
Now Mike's the one who shrugs it off and I know now how he's detected my sadness. He hides just the same feelings.
"Hop on." He says grinning and I obey.
Minutes later we're heading down the freeway right into sunset.
"Where are we going?" I like his truck, it's surprisingly tidy and somehow cosy.
"I don't know. Where do you want to go?"
He gives me a smile and starts fumbling with the radio until some music starts playing. It's 'Promise me' by Badflower. God, I love this song. It makes me happy and sad at the same time.
"You said you can take away the sadness."
"You want me to make you happy?" His smirk is lewd and oh so sexy. I bite my lip.
"So this is just about sex?" I ask a little disappointed. "You took me away from the bar just for sex? We could have had that in the parking lot or in the restrooms."
Mike seems to be surprised. "You would have fucked me in the restrooms?"
I roll my eyes before turning away to stare out of the window.
"Hey, I was just teasing you. Don't be mad." He touches my arm gently and when I look at him he gives me those puppy dog eyes again and I can't help but laugh.
"So where are you taking me, Mike?"
"You really want to forget about that sadness?"
"What I want is peace of mind." I say with a deep sigh.
"Then I know just the perfect place." He smiles at me and gives my cheek a tender stroke before he hits the gas and we race into the night.
20 minutes later Mike turns off the freeway onto a small dirt road where he parks the truck. We get out of the car and I take a look around. We're in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing but trees and darkness. I start doubting my sanity. Is this really a good idea? I have no clue where I am, actually no one besides Mike knows where I am, and I'm with a complete stranger plus I have no idea what he's up to. And yet I feel good. Reckless and excited. Maybe this is some kind of subconscious death wish. I hear Mike rustling on the backseat. He's stuffing something into a sports bag and I hope it's not his serial killer basic equipment.
"Come on, Sarah. Let's go." He takes my hand and I follow him though I know I shouldn't.
"Where are we? Where are we going, Mike?"
"Into the void." He answers without looking at me. Instead he gives my hand a tender squeeze and I get goosebumps all over my body.
A few minutes later we're standing in front of a large chain-link fence that's topped with barbed wire.
"What now?"
Mike grins at me and starts searching through the bag. He rakes out a large tool.
"Now we get in."
"Wait? Is that a bolt cutter?"
"Sure, or would you prefer to climb?"
"Mike, there's a big sign that says "No trespassing". We can't do this. What if we get caught?" I start to panic. "This is illegal."
Mike doesn't seem to be impressed by my objections. He starts cutting the fence calmly and skillfully and it dawns on me that he doesn't do this for the first time.
"Mike!" I tug on his jacket. "Stop it. This is insane. We're gonna get arrested."
He stops and turns around to face me.
"I'm already done. Don't worry, baby. I know who's the owner of the land. He's not in town. It's gonna be alright." He leans in and gives me a sweet kiss. No tongue. All I feel is his gorgeous lips and the heat that arises within me. It's a tender kiss. Gentle but also sexy. Innocent but yet promising.
He pulls away and smirks before he turns to the fence and holds the make-shift gate, that he has cut into it, open for me.
"Come on."
I hesitate but finally I squeeze through the hole. He shoulders the bag and follows me. After only a few minutes of walking down a beaten path we hear rustling sounds and footsteps.
"Stop! Whoever is there. Stop. Now!"
We stop in our tracks and Mike drags me down. We crouch behind a large bush and he lays his index finger on my lips to shush me.
Flashlight shines through the darkness and the footsteps come closer. I stare at Mike, scared and bewildered.
"You said the owner's not around." I whisper as quietly as possible.
"That's not the owner. It's security." Mike whispers back.
"Security? What the fuck, Mike... "
"I promised you adventure." He gives me a wink and I wonder how he manages to stay so calm when we're just about to get arrested or worse.
"Who's there? This is private property. Get out."
The voice is close now.
Mike takes my hand and brings his mouth close to my ear. "Get up and run." he whispers. "On three." I have no time to contradict.
He squeezes my hand. One. Two. Three.
We get up and start to run. Into the forest. Into the darkness. Into our adventure.
"Hey!" Security guy yells at us and we can hear that he's trying to follow us but we're too fast for him. We run like a bat out of hell, pushing through the undergrowth. After a few minutes, when we're sure that we've shaken off our pursuer, we stop and lean against a large tree, panting and completely out of breath. I haven't felt so alive in years.
We look at each other and we burst out laughing frantically.
"You're fast for a girl." Mike says, still laughing.
"College track- and field team. I'm fast and strong. Is that a problem?" I say with a big grin.
"No. I like strong women." He gives me a wink.
I flinch when I hear a branch break behind us. "Do you think he will keep looking for us?"
Mike shakes his head. "Nope. He doesn't get paid enough to make such kind of extra efforts. He's already back on his perch, watching porn on his cell, eating donuts and drinking beer. Believe me."
I cock my head and look at him with a frown. "How can you be so sure?"
Mike wiggles his eyebrows but I get no answer.
"Come on. It's still a few minutes to go."
The few minutes turn out to be at least half an hour. I'm just about to complain when we reach a big glade and suddenly we have a clear view of a big, dark lake that is surrounded by the woods from three sides. The clearing we've just reached is the only way to approach this beautiful stretch of water. Moonlight illuminates the dreamlike scene. I'm amazed.
"Wow. This is fantastic."
Mike just smiles at me and starts to flatten out a large blanket that must have been in his bag.
"Come. Sit with me."
I plop down right beside him. My arms wrapped around my knees I stare at the smooth surface of the dark waters. It calms me down immediately. Mike sits beside me, his long legs stretched out. We don't speak and we are surrounded by complete silence. There are no sounds. No traffic noise, no birds twittering, no wind that rustles through the trees. Only our soft breathing that soothes me even further. This is the kind of peace I've been looking for for so long. I lay down on my back and look at the sky. There are no clouds but what seems to be a million stars. We're literally lying under the Milky Way.
"This is beyond beautiful." I whisper after a while. Mike lays down beside me. He takes my hand but he keeps looking at the starlit sky.
"I know. It's my secret place. I go here often when my thoughts get too loud. It calms me down. That's why I thought it might give you some peace of mind."
"It does." I turn to look at him. "So who's the owner?"
He gives me a cheeky smile. "My father."
"Are you kidding me?" I start laughing.
"No. He's a lumber merchant, owns a lumber mill and a lot of land. These woods are his assets."
"Then why the fuck did we have to creep through a hole in the fence and run away from the security guy?" I shake my head in disbelief.
"Well, let's just say we don't get along so well lately."
"What happened?"
"I threw a huge party in one of his cabins in the woods. It got a little out of hand and ended with a forest fire, a report to the police and lots of trouble."
"Oh shit."
"Yeah." Mike starts laughing. "Biggest pile of shit I've ever caused. So now I have to sneak in to visit my favorite places. And this lake is the best of all."
"Yes. It's beautiful. So dark and enchanted somehow but not frightening. It's simply..."
"Romantic?" Mike looks me in the eyes and butterflies start flapping their wings in my belly.
"Yes." Is all I'm able to whisper.
Mike clears his throat and recites a poem I've never heard before.
"Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink beneath the lake,
The shadows lengthen
In Carcosa.
Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies,
But stranger still is
Lost Carcosa.
Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa.
Song of my soul, my voice is dead;
Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa."
"This is beautiful." I say surprised. "What's it called?"
"It's from the book 'The King in Yellow" by Robert W. Chambers. The poem's called "Cassilda's Song""
"You're interested in literature and poetry?" I've really misjudged this guy.
"Well, to be honest, this place from the poem -Carcosa- it's mentioned in 'True Detective'. The TV show. You know it?"
"No, I don't." I shake my head.
"Really? It's a must-see. Matthew Mc Conaughey, Woody Harrelson. We can binge it tomorrow at my place. If you want to."
"Sure."
"Well, anyway...I was kind of fascinated by this Carcosa thing and I looked it up on google and I found out about Chamber's book and then I read it and I really love it because it so morbid and dark and beautiful and especially Cassilda's Song reminds me of this place so much. This is my Carcosa. Dark, lost and strange but peaceful and soothing at the same time. It's good and bad, dark and light, sadness and joy. Like me."
His voice is barely a whisper now and I suddenly have a lump in my throat. The sadness in his eyes is killing me and I can see that he's close to tears.
I smile at him and touch his cheek. He turns to me and we kiss. Long, slow kisses. Sloppy. Sexy. Sensual. Intense. When we make love later that night on that itchy blanket under a sky full of stars, I know I've been wrong. When I scratch my nails into his back when he makes me come, when he sighs my name when he gets off, when we talk for hours afterwards, cuddled up to each other, waiting for the sunrise, making plans for the new day, I know he's the best mistake I've ever made.
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