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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 4 months

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Dean’s Girl

Dean Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: When you get in trouble, you know just where to turn.

Your big brother was more than just your big brother. He was your best friend, your confidant, the one who raised you, and the one constant in your life.

When your mom died, Dean was there. When Sam went to college, Dean was there. When dad disappeared, Dean was there.

But now, Dean wasn’t here, and you had no idea what to do.

You had just gone out to get some food, that was it! Dean and Sam had been hunting a vampire nest, and since you were out of food you were going to go steal some for the guys, knowing that when they got back they’d be hungry. The one time you tried to be useful, and you just ended up getting caught.

The worst part was that you hadn’t been caught right away. Nope, you’d run all the way to your hotel, and you’d hoped that you could get into your room before the cop saw which way you turned, but it didn’t work out like that. Instead, the officer caught you with one foot in the door, which meant that he saw the wall covered in pictures and clippings of the victims of the vampires your brothers were hunting.

That predicament led to this one; you sitting in an interrogation room, your hands handcuffed to the table. You tried to imagine how Dean would be in this situation; would he be sarcastic and ornery, or would he be stoic and silent?

Not that it mattered what he would do; it was all you could do to keep from going into a panic attack, you definitely couldn’t pass for sassy or stoic at the moment.

“You’ve got a lot to explain, kid.” That was the first thing the officer said to you after he stepped into the room. “Look, we know you didn’t kill those people. But we also know that you checked in with a couple of men, right? Well we can get you off the stealing charges if you tell us what they did.”

“I want my phone call.” You didn’t even acknowledge the man’s words; the only thing you’d been able to think about since the second you got caught was ‘I need Dean.’

“Well maybe if you gave me some information I could arrange that for you.”

“I want my phone call.”

“I understand that.” The officer’s voice rose in agitation. “But I need you to tell me what those men did.”

You again ignored his words. You didn’t—couldn’t—think of anything but your big brother right now.

“I want my phone call.”

…

“Y/N? Gosh, kid, we’ve been calling you! Where—“

“De-Dean I’m so sorry,” you whimpered. “I-I didn’t mean to, I just—“

“Hey hey, slow down.” Dean’s voice lowered, trying to ease your panic. “It’s alright, we’re almost at the motel. Now—“

“No, no! Dean, don’t go back to the motel.”

“Why not? Baby, you’ve gotta tell me what’s going on.”

“I got—I got arrested,” you mumbled, blinking back tears.

“You what?! Y/N, what happened?”

“You can’t go back to the motel! They-they saw all the pictures, they’re waiting there!”

“Ok, ok baby we’re not, calm down. Me and Sammy are gonna figure it out, ok? We’ll come and get you. We might need a diversion, can you do that?”

“I-I…” your voice quavered when an officer returned to the room, tapping his watch.

“Y/N, listen! I need you to pull yourself together, ok? Can you do this?”

“I-I can,” you breathed. “De, I’m—I’m scared.”

“I know baby,” Dean sighed. “We’re coming to get you, ok?”

“Time’s up,” the officer interrupted.

“I gotta go,” you said shakily into the phone.

“Ok, that’s ok,” Dean soothed. “I’m gonna see you in just a little while, ok?”

Before you could say anything, the officer took the phone from your grasp and hung it up.

…

When it was clear that you wouldn’t speak without a lawyer or guardian present, one of the nicer officers suggested that you could wait in his office where it was more comfortable. Even so, you were so wound up that when a branch hit the window you just about jumped out of your skin.

“Things would go so much easier for everyone if you just told us about the guys you were traveling with,” the officer said. You didn’t respond.

Bang! Scrape! The branch continued to hit the window.

“You’re just a kid. You probably won’t even serve jail time if you just tell us what those guys did.”

Scrape…bang…bang.

You sat up straighter in your seat as you began to listen more intently to the sounds the branch was making.

D…

Bang! Bang! Bang!

You knew it! Morse code!

E…

Bang! Scrape!

A…

Scrape, Bang!

Dean. He was here!

You tried not to let your emotions show on your face as fear once again clenched in your gut. If Dean was giving you this signal, that meant it was time for your diversion. You had to get this guy out of the room.

“I need another officer,” you said suddenly. The man’s eyebrows rose in surprise; he hadn’t expected you to speak.

“Another?”

“A woman,” you clarified. “I…I have a problem. If-if you get me a women officer, and she helps me with my…problem…” you made sure to make your pauses as awkward as possible so that the guy would get the message. “Then I’ll talk.”

“Oh!” That got the guy’s attention, whether because he wanted you to talk or because he was uncomfortable, you didn’t know. Either way it worked, and he disappeared out the door, closing it behind him.

As soon as he was gone, you jumped up on the chair you’d been sitting on and pulled open the window.

“Hey baby,” Dean‘s voice came from outside. “You ok?”

“Yeah,” you muttered nervously. “I-I don’t know if I can get out the window, the chair isn’t high enough.” The chair was just high enough for you to grab onto the window sill, but you weren’t strong enough to pull yourself up.

“That’s ok, I’m coming to get you.”

You looked up, trying to catch a glimpse of Dean through the window. He was climbing a tree just outside the window, and you jumped back in surprise when he leaped from the tree branch to the window. He pulled himself in easily, and dropped to the floor without making a sound.

You knew you were on a time-sensitive mission, but you couldn’t help yourself. As soon as Dean was in reach, you threw yourself into his arms. He staggered back slightly, lifting his hands to steady you by your shoulders.

“Ok, you’re ok kid,” he promised. “C’mon, we gotta get out of here.”

With Dean’s boost, you managed to climb through the window, but once you were through you became dizzy looking at the ground so far below.

“Kid come on, we gotta go!” Dean insisted.

“It-it’s too high,” you whimpered.

“No it’s not. Just lower yourself down by your arms and drop, it’s not too far I promise.”

You took a deep breath. If Dean said it was safe, then it had to be safe. It had to be. You put your palms on the windowsill, gripping it tightly as you slowly lowered yourself down. You were still a long way from the ground, but you could already hear Dean climbing up onto the chair. You couldn’t let him down, not after he did all this to save you from your own mess.

You closed your eyes tightly, took a deep breath…and dropped.

The second your feet hit the ground, you rolled in the grass, lessening the impact of the fall. Dean was right; you were ok.

Speaking of Dean, he followed right behind you, shooting you a grin as soon as he was on the ground next to you.

“See? That was easy. Now let’s get going.”

You were in the Impala and on the road before anyone had any idea you were gone.

To your surprise, Sam was sleeping soundly in the passenger’s seat. When Dean saw Sam was sleeping, he spoke up.

“Alright, let’s talk. What happened, kid?”

You lowered your gaze to your lap as you struggled to speak, the adrenaline of your capture and escape still making your heart pound.

“I just wanted to get some food.”

“Why didn’t you just wait?” Dean demanded, still annoyed.

“I wanted to help.” You mumbled.

“Ok,” Dean sighed, relenting. “But you can’t just do that, ok? We had no idea what happened to you.”

“I’m sorry.” Your voice was thick as you blinked rapidly.

“Ok, ok.”

You looked up in surprise when Dean pulled the Impala over.

“What—“

Dean stepped out of the car and pulled open your door.

“Come here.”

You stepped hesitantly out of the car, your legs shaking.

“Am I in trouble?”

“Baby,” Dean sighed, shaking his head as he pulled you into his arms.

You didn’t know where this sudden affection came from, but you decided to run with it.

“I’m really sorry,” you said, your tears suddenly spilling over. “I-I didn’t mean to make it all harder. I just—I just thought I could help.”

“I know you did,” Dean sighed. “But next time you gotta tell us, ok?”

“It was just a stupid supply run, and I couldn’t even do that right!”

“Ok, ok,” Dean cradled your head with his hand, pulling you against his chest as you cried harder. “It’s alright. We all screw up, ok? It’s not important. You’ll do better next time, right?”

You nodded, “Yeah. I will, I promise.”

Dean smiled as you pulled away.

“That’s my girl.”

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reallyromealone · 2 years

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Hi hello Rome! How are you?

Can I ask for Bonten dads with this "perfect" son, son is like a straight A, Gifted and Talented kid, with good personality. But son just feels like shit most of the time and beats himself up over any mistake.

One day son has a rough day and someone in Bonten starts giving him shit for just wanting to have a break, and son has a breakdown and Bonten dads comfort him.

I just need some father comfort. Thanks bro.

Of course dude I got you

Being the son of the most influential men in japan wasn't easy by any means due to their careers but (name) could deal with that...the real pressure came from his peers.

Everyone had expectations from him, he was the only child of Bonten so they had assumptions of him and he often had to prove himself every time to be perfect which lead to a complex with perfection.

Because of this he forced himself to be perfect at everything no matter what.

His grades? Perfect

His extra curricular activities? Perfect

He missed a word that was mispelt in his essay in English, the red circle from the teachers pen circling it and two points taken off, lowering his grade slightly and fucking up his grade point average even just slightly.

Instead of a perfect grade point average be was now at 98%.

This was just the tip of the iceberg.

Throughout the day, tiny things built up.

The reed on his sax broke and he didn't have a spare left.

A classmate spilt a drink over him by accident.

He forgot an assignment at home.

Basically everything was going wrong and he couldn't take it anymore.

When he came home Mochi made a comment about forgetting to make his bed and (name) just lost it, a heartbreaking sob escaping his throat as he felt himself breakdown and his dad's immediately began panicking as (name) pulled at his hair and crouched down.

"Shit kid, why are ya crying?! It's not a big deal bud" Takeomi said to the teenager as they began checking him over and soothing him.

It took an hour to calm (name) down before he eventually told them what was going on "I'm sorry.. I-ill do better..."

"Oh (name) we don't give a shit about that, we just want our kid to be alright"

And at that (name) cried again, sinking into kakuchos arms as the men looked amongst themselves "I'm just so tired..."

"You don't have school tomorrow right?" Ran asked his son who nodded "then let's go do something fun, you don't gotta think at all we will plan it"

"Aren't you guys busy?"

"Never busy for you brat"

"Ok..."

They ended up taking him to a Bonten owned junk yard, safety goggles and baseball bats "alright, tell us what is bothering you then hit the car as if it were the thing annoying you" Koko said, them all in casual clothing as (name) nodded "I'm really annoyed that... I got a bad grade" and then smashed the cars rear view mirror as his dad's cheered him on "come on you got more in ya!" Sanzu egged on and (name) nodded "I'm really annoyed that my peers demand more from me and have unreasonable expectations" and smashed the drivers window.

"I HATE THAT I FEEL LIKE IM DROWNING IN SCHOOL WORK AND I CANT HAVE A MOMENT TO BREATHE WITHOUT SOME GOD FORSAKEN CLASSMATE DEMANDING MY ATTENTION" and began wailing on the car as his dad's cheered him on "this is fun! I'm gonna smash more shit!"

They ended up smashing stuff all morning, leaving to go get a nice lunch and the Bonten dad's watched their son relax a bit more and actually smile.

They realized they hadn't seen him look so happy in a minute, hearts squeezing at the realization and made a new rule.

Once a week they went out and did stuff as a family, unwind.

It wasn't much but it would at least make (name) feel better as Ran would be teaching his son proper self care that night.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #bonten x reader

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ficsforeren · 3 years

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Hey bbyyyy I’m loving all your hcs they’re so cute. I am curious tho, do you have any for the day the baby is born like the when the reader tells him that she thinks she’s going into labor in the worst possible place lol, or maybe she’s at home and he’s out then he gets a call from her saying her water just broke and he’s like O H MY SHIT WTF. Also where he gets to hold his baby for the first time and the reader is just looking at him like 🥺

OK SORRY IF THAT WAS TOO MUCH BUT IF YOU DONT WANNA WRITE THEM ITS OKAY. LOVE U

Aawww thank you so much, love ❤️❤️❤️

oh man, you better hope you don't go into labor when he's on stage because I think the second rockstar!eren hears about the news, he's just going to panic. and not just panicking in the way that he's like shaking his manager by the shoulder and shouts, "Levi! Can you send someone to her place now?! She's alone, I need her to be safe—please, please make sure she's okay or I'm not gonna finish this fucking show for you, I swear to God, I won't!"

But more like his brain just completely stops working for a moment when he hears a nurse calling him on your behalf, letting him know that you're in labor (he was about to go on stage in ten minutes and he went to his phone to make a quick call so you could wish him good luck but instead, he got a call from the hospital). With his bass still hanging on his back, he mumbles incoherently, his thoughts are running too fast for his mouth to say the words. "I gotta... I need to... She's having a baby..."

He can barely function but he's already making his way to the nearest exit door. Levi catches him on time and asks "What the fuck are you doing?! You're live in five minutes!" and Eren goes into a frenzy, his chest suffocating, his eyes opened wide. Gripping the other man tightly by the shoulders, he says, "I'm having a baby-—LEVI, I'M HAVING A FUCKING BABY—WHAT THE FUCK AM I GOING TO DO?!?!?!" and it takes like three men to calm him down.

But if he's there with you when you're going into labor, he'll try his best to keep himself composed no matter how anxious and worried and terrified he is inside. He'll hold you by the hand, with another one wrapped around your waist protectively as he helps you stand from the bed. He sees that your water just broke, drenching your dress and he's about to pass out from the sight but he stays strong. "Baby? Baby, you're going to be okay. I'm taking you to the hospital now, all right?" He kisses your temple before he guides you to the front door. "You'll be safe. You're not alone, I'm gonna be with you all the time. You hear me? We'll get through this together."

and when he gets to hold the baby for the first time?

Eren goes still for a good whole minute, just watching the way the baby is sleeping in his arms. She's so little, so fragile and his heart squeezes at the sight. You keep your smile to yourself as you see the way he's biting his lower lip to hold back his tears, afraid that if he cries, he's going to wake the baby. He holds her close, so close to his heart and he grits his teeth to keep himself silent. The sight of it makes you melt inside and you ask him, "What should we name her?"

Eren sniffles, taking a moment to himself to suppress his sobs. He turns to you when he's sure he's calm enough to speak. "I don't know... I really can't think about anything right now..." He chuckles softly, still gazing at the baby with his eyes full of wonder. "I can't believe we made this... Look at her... She's so perfect..."

He then takes a seat on the edge of your hospital bed. Still lying down, you wipe the tears away from his cheek with your thumb. Eren laughs once, a bit embarrassed. He tilts his head to kiss your palm, sighing into your touch.

"How about Irene?"

"Irene..." Eren unconsciously repeats as he stares at the baby. His little girl moves slightly, her tiny lips almost forming a smile. "I think she likes it..." He titters. "Irene..." He bends his head down, lips brushing against the baby's head. "I will love you so much, Irene..."

Your heart warms. "She'll love you so much too."

He turns to you, looking like he's falling in love with you all over again. "Thank you..."

"For what?"

"For making me the happiest man in the world." He leans in to kiss your lips. "I love you."

#eren fluff #eren smut #eren headcanons #aot fluff #snk fluff #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #eren #eren jaeger #eren yeager #eren jaeger x reader #eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren x reader fluff #eren jaeger x reader fluff #eren yeager x reader fluff #the last song canon

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haxorus-imp · 2 years

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Hello once again fellow Vex enthusiast, this time I have a story idea for Newton and his human!reader friend, like sort of a continuation from your fic “Dreamer Biology” of that’s ok with you of course!!!

So basically the reader tells Newton about what their life was like back on earth, and then the reader brings up how they were basically a failure of an artist/writer and that no one wanted to see their ideas and never gave the reader a chance to publish their stories they’ve worked so hard on. And how they just gave up on their dreams and got a boring desk job instead. And how they always felt like a failure their entire life. So basically it’s another thing Newton and the reader have in common and that they can bond over.

But Newton is flabbergasted at the reader for giving up so easily and encourages them by saying ‘No matter how many times an invention of mine fails and blows up in my face, I never just “give up”, I would look at myself in the mirror and I would tell myself ‘You can’t give up, because the moment you give up, is the real failure. Keep working hard on it and one day you WILL succeed.’ And the reader is just SO grateful to have Newton as a friend and it ends with the reader tackling Newton in a big bear hug. (Gotta love that hurt/comfort am I right?) (P.S. I know this is pretty long but I just loved “Dreamer Biology” and I just want more of the oddballs hanging out together (T-T).)

I actually love this idea! -- You've been here for quite a while...in this imagisphere. It has been a wild ride, but things seem to be finally calming down for you and you seem to be settling in quite nice...despite your ever-present hunger. You've made some new friends and a single best friend since you've arrived here. You look up from your mythology book when your 'best friend' cursed quietly from across the way. There he was, Newton Pud, sitting at his carpenter bench, working on another gadget. It almost made you laugh as he fumbles with the tools in his hands a bit as he worked. But, you couldn't help but let out a little chuckle. Newton heard it, of course. As he turns and gives you a little questionable smirk in response. You just playfully hide behind your book as he jokingly shakes his head side to side and gets back to work. Your mind tries to focus on the book that Newton lent you, but something kept pulling your gaze away from the written pages. Your eyes scan over to a crate that sat next to Newton's bench. It was filled with so many blueprints and parts that they were practically overfilling the crate by a decent amount. Next to the crate was a garbage can filled with crumpled up papers and shredded blueprints. While you stared at such a scene, a memory flickers before your eyes as something that you seemed to recall came to the front of your mind. You were very familiar with the sight of filled trashcans with 'ruined' or 'useless' ideas. The book you were looking at slowly lowered itself until it sat upon your fleshly lap. Your eyes not looking away from the trashcan. How many ideas must Newton go through a week? Or even a day? Most of those papers looked fairly recent...just how much effort did Newton put into his ideas before he threw them away? It made a couple of memories come creeping back into your mind...memories you really wished you could forget. 'Why are you wasting your time like this, (Name)?' 'What's the point of it?' 'Who would like this? Who would WANT this?' 'I think you need to wait until you're a bit more professional...' 'Hasn't that already been done?' 'It's not really as unique as you think it is.' 'Seen it before.' 'Eh. Kinda plain.' 'You need to put these ideas aside and get a REAL job!' 'I don't think you can make it with ideas like...this.' 'Why do you even try?' "Chum?" Your whirling mind was suddenly ground to a halt as Newton was now looking over at your dormant form, a look of worry upon his bulb. "Are you okay?" He asks, his tools and project temporarily forgotten as he sits upon his stool, now facing your direction. You look away from the trashcan and take a moment to process what to say as you glance back at the pile of projects that sit next to the workbench. "Yeah...why wouldn't I be?" "Because...you're leaking." Oh. You didn't even notice. You set the book aside and wipe your face as Newton gives you his full attention. Trying to look for the source that caused your anguish. Yet, he only finds the bucket of trash and the box of blueprints off to the side. He gives the human a concerned confused look as they finish drying their eyes. "Oh...I didn't notice. It's no big deal! Humans just leak from time to time!" Newton merely gives you a look that expressed 'really?' as his wire straightens out into a thin line of bemusement. "I highly doubt that, (Name)." Newton says as you look away almost shamefully as he adjusts his seat and leans towards you. "What's really bothering you, chum? You can tell me! We're best friends, remember?" Newton smiles as you look to and from his bulb to the pile of discarded works. You take a moment to think about it, before you let out a heavy sigh. "I just...I see that pile of discarded ideas over there...and I brought up some rather...unpleasant memories. I just got to thinking about my neglected dreams and ideas from my time in the 'orb of dreamers'. It's not as nice as one would think. Negativity lurks everywhere and it can influence you without you even knowing." You admit as Newton listens in quietly. "I used to have so many ideas when I was younger. I would draw...paint...create...and do...'dreamer' things I guess. But, other 'dreamers' would criticize me for my works. We are both creators and destroyers, Newton. When the comments broke me down...I abandoned all of my creative projects. I settled for a more 'mature' and 'purposeful' job." You sniffle a bit in response. "My trashcan looked just like that. Filled with the discarded. The abandoned. The forgotten. The useless. I threw out all of my ideas and passions in favor of functionality. I was so...miserable." You weep a bit as you allow your insecurities to show. "I just...never felt good enough or talented enough. I just thought my dreams would be...just that. Dreams. Not real. Not realized. Not possible, even. I just...I guess I envy you, Newton." Newton gave you a look of surprise as he listens on. "Envious of me?? Why??" "You're...determined. You never give up. No matter how many times you fail or falter. You always keep your shoulder to the grindstone and just...keep trying. You make so many things and once it's complete, you go on to your next project, regardless if it failed or succeeded. You just seem so happy...even with so many ideas and failures in that trashcan. I just...I just wish I had your perseverance." You sniffle a bit more as Newton looks on in sympathy as he looks over to his discarded ideas in thought. He gives you a moment to weep, then he stands up with his hands on his hips. "Well now! That just won't do, my friend!" He says proudly, which causes you to give him a confused glance. He then seems to mellow out a bit as he steps over and gently rests a gentle hand upon your shoulder. "Despite all my failures, I keep trying because I know I can make something amazing! You can always pick up where you left off chum, those worries shouldn't bother you here! Those other dreamers don't know what they're talking about, even if I never seen them! You can create anything here in the imagisphere! So why dally now?" Newton encourages. "Why, I bet they just said those mean things because they were a bunch of big bullies! Nothing else better to do than pick on those smaller than them! And you know what? I'm glad the dreamer that managed to come into the Imagisphere was you! I would've never befriended those other meanies! You can do anything you want here, chum! If you need any help, I'll be right by your side! You can count on me!!" Newton happily pulls his hands away and he gives you a pair of finger guns as he finished. You take a moment to blink away any tears before you tremble and shoot up from your spot. Tackling the dimwitted inventor in a strong hug as he makes a 'beuhgh!' sound in surprise. You hold your dearest friend close to your body as he wraps his arms around you in kind. "Crumbs! That was sudden!" Newton chortles as you couldn't help but laugh in response to his bewildered reply. You let go of him after a few minutes of close contact and you smile brightly. Newton beams at you in return as he claps his hands together. "Now that those issues have been addressed...why don't you invent with me? You know...pick up a pen and draw! It doesn't have to be a gadget, as I would love to see your work!" Newton encourages as he wonders back over to his workbench and pulls out a blank sheet of paper and a pen. You almost seem dumbfounded as he hands them to you. "You...want me to draw?" "Of course! Why not? Let's invent things...together!" You look at Newton as he smiles innocently and gets back to working on his project, leaving a place for you at his workbench so you could draw. It took a few apprehensive moments for you to make your choice. You sat down next to Newton and for the first time in a very long time... You began to create again.

#lbp #lbp 3 #lbp newton pud #Newton Pud #Newton Pud and Reader #Human!Reader #haxorus imp #littlebigplanet #my asks

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warmau · 3 years

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☆ [nostalgic] summer romance! juyeon birthday present for him and one of my best friends! | tw: drowning

a soft splash of water cascades down the side of your arm and you turn your head, still floating, to see eric waving you toward him

flipping over, you dive down into the ocean and push yourself toward his direction

coming up for air - you see his eyes sparkle as he whispers, “let’s go scare chanhee!”

you scrunch up your nose and tell eric that’s not nice but he just insists he has to get back at him. did you forget the incident at the beach two days ago? you know, with the ice-cream?

you roll your eyes - recalling some argument over chanhee grabbing the last mango pop or something - but eric is gone before you can answer

you watch him doggy paddle to where chanhee and younghoon are - wrapping his arms around the other boy and pulling him down into the water

the shouts of shock and laughter wring around you like bells, everything is so happy and sweet, just how summer should be like

but something feels weirdly empty

you look up to your left where some of your other friends are, cuddled up against each other, even in the heat people in love just gravitate to each other

to your right are strangers, strangers clearly in the middle of their own summertime loves

all of a sudden - in the middle of a crowded, bustling ocean - you are hit with loneliness

when am i going to find someone who loves me?

you sink a little down, haloed by the oceans water, when you hear another sound

this one isn’t joyful, in fact it sounds like terror, and you turn to see a flaying hand only a couple of meters away

your body freezes - is that person drowning? - your muscles act before you do, propelling you down back into the water and toward the murky outline of the figure

you’re a decent enough swimmer, making it to the person - a small boy - just in time to do something

but do what? you’ve never saved someone before, do you carry him - do you -

“help get him on my back!”

the new voice comes from your side, you turn and see that you aren’t the only person who has made it to the boy

this person, all cut angles and seriousness, is wearing the lifeguards whistle around his neck and a wave of relief overtakes you

“ok!”

you do as you’re instructed and the lifeguard tilts his head toward the shore

you follow behind him and scramble up the sand - hand on the boys back as you watch everything play out in slow motion

all you’re aware of is that you’re down beside the boy, you’re watching the lifeguard do CPR, his mother and father scurry over, people are talking and yelling

then the boy jerks up - coughing and doubling over - the lifeguard is asking him something and you don’t even notice till everything is ok

that you’re holding the boys hand in your own

it’s a blur after that - after the parents thank you and the lifeguard, named juyeon, over and over.

and now - you’re sitting in a small cabin off the boardwalk, the lifeguards cabin, and you’ve got a towel on your shoulders and eric is asking if you’re ok now

you smile and say you are - just in the time for juyeon to come out of an adjoining office room and you get to look at him seriously for the first time

he’s tall, with wet dark hair pushed back from his forehead.

a light golden tint runs down through his muscular proportions and his eyes are ...

they’re captivating

long and outlined by a perpetual darkness, long eyelashes to envy over, and a brown that almost looks onyx under the light

he’s shirtless, wearing just the bright orange swim shorts and that whistle

he comes over and crouches in front of you with a smile full of kindness, puts a hand on your knee that makes your entire body ignite

“thank you for helping me today, whats your name?”

eric answers for you and you’re thankful because up close his apparent beauty is way more to handle than you had imagined

words - no matter how hard you try to think of one - don’t even manage to formulate in your mind

that hand on your knee pats your skin, giving it a little squeeze before juyeon stands back up and says he’s gotta go back out - his shift isnt over

eric thanks him and when he’s gone, you hear him chuckle

“you know you’re drooling, right?”

that summer - you go to the beach every damn day you can

you tell your friends you’re just trying to get some workouts in, you know swimming uses all your body’s muscles

but no one is fooled

because you’re not the only one with what becomes known as “juyeon fever” around town

he just moved here, took a summer job lifeguarding at the local beach, and - to only add to your dream boy list - drives a cool looking sports bike to and from work

you get to the beach early one day, trying to hide your identity with a ridiculously sized sun hat and issue of the paper you stole from the grocery store - to see him pull up for his shift

he’s wearing those swim shorts, same color as his bike, and a hawaiian print shirt in navy (unbuttoned and fluttering behind him as he pulls up and parks)

he pulls the helmet off, shaking his hair lose, and you nearly curse to yourself - what is this? am i some extra in a movie all about juyeon, because he looks like the main character of a blockbuster for sure. baywatch level.

when he turns in your direction - you hide behind the sunday sudoku and hope he doesn’t notice - but suddenly the sound of feet on sand get louder and louder

he says your name and you try to compose yourself as you lower the paper

you smile, and ask if juyeon is here to start work

he plops himself freely down on the sand beside your towel and pushes the shirt off as he says he is, but he’s a little early

you avert your gaze and even as the sun beats down on you both, you feel yourself freeze when juyeon mentions he’s seen you around the beach alot

“well - it’s summer.”

you explain and juyeon laughs, and even that sound is perfect

“that’s true - the ocean is the best place to be in the summer.......and all the time.”

you see him stare out at the calm waves, his usual sweet smile still on his face, but those eyes of his look like they’re searching through a memory

“do you swim even in winter?”

you joke and he laughs again, “i do, at the indoor pools. oh - by the way your friend eric invited me to a barbeque are you going to be there?”

barbeque? what barbequ - your eyes widen as you remember that it is THAT barbeque the one you were supposed to come over and help set up

“right, yes i am - i actually i promised id buy the plates and stuff so i have to go-”

you scramble, rolling up your towel and reaching for your bag when juyeon says

“oh - id give you a ride back but my shift starts in five. ill see you there then?”

a ride on the back of your bike? - is what you want to ask, knees going weak at the thought - but all you do is nod, dumbfolded smile on your own face

he waves as you make your way up the sun and you don’t even have time to get giddy because your phone rings and its exactly who you think it is.

eric’s voice from the other side chides; “hey, where are you!? haknyeon just dropped the watermelon all over my kitchen!”

you keep looking at your watch

the little minute hand ticks to 11:39 and you wonder if juyeon is really going to come

the party has already been going on for a good three hours - the summer moon sparkling up above the strings of lights in eric’s backyard

everyone you know is already here and you know the public beach closes at 8:30 so it’s not as if juyeon is still on his shift

not unless something bad happened.........or he’s decided to skip out on the barbeque to go do something else, you know, which someone else-

just as you set down your drink, little umbrella pathetically floating to the empty bottom, you hear the reave of a bike

everyone else hears it too because the chatter gets more excited and you hear his name float from one person to another

“is that juyeon?” “isn’t that the hot lifeguard?” “oh my god, do you think he’s single?”

you try to hide your own anticipation - not cool to get so excited over a boy right? - but the butterflies flap in your stomach and you just turn away

if he wants to talk to you he can come up to you and if he doesn’t then well it’s his -

“hey, sorry im late - do you know where i can put these?”

you turn and see juyeon there - for the first time he’s not wearing those neon swim shorts, but a pair of black denim jeans

the shirt, still hawaiian print, is slightly buttoned this time but you can still clearly see the dip of his chest and the pretty silver chain that rests on the jut of his collarbones

he waves the bags full of chips he picked up on his way over and you lead him toward the refreshments table, every pair of eyes on the two of you

“did you get stuck at the beach?”

you try to make conversation

“oh no, my bike had a flat tire so i had to get that fixed before i came over.”

“oh! well eric is inside if you want to-”

juyeon is looking at you, you can feel it because the intensity of his gaze is unmatched, and you don’t know why but you can’t meet it

he tilts his head and then agrees - he’ll go see eric, but he’ll come back

when he’s gone you let out the breath you’ve been holding and try to scurry away from the gazes that have wavered on you and juyeon the whole fifteen or so minutes he’s even been here

you find solace inside, past the kitchen and near the back staircase where the guest bathroom is

you’ve been in eric’s house enough times that you know it’s a perfect hiding spot so you don’t bother closing the door

you just lean back against the sink and cross your arms - what are you going to do now? juyeon is here, but that doesn’t mean anything.

plus every last single person at this party has him on their radar

what makes you any different? the fact that you helped him ONCE?

and you didn’t even do anything that serious......you had just been there at the same moment he was......

“ah - sorry, i didn’t know anyone was here.”

you look up suddenly and juyeon is in front of you again

he has this cute, flustered expression on his face - he starts saying something about how eric told him to use the mirror in here since the main bathroom might have a line in front of it and blah blah blah

you step forward and you think it’s whatever was in that tiny little umbrella drink you had that makes you put a hand on juyeon’s shoulder and stop him mid sentence

“can you take me on that bike ride now?”

the second you ask - you think regret starts to bubble in your chest - but juyeon just breaks into another of those heart melting smiles

“of course. i actually....” he scratches the back of his neck “i actually dont really like big parties.”

you’re remembered of those lovers you had seen at the beach, tangled in each other despite the summer heat, as you press a little tighter against juyeon’s back

the wind from the bike flutters your hair - and you feel his strong figure through the thin fabric of that ridiculous shirt he’s always wearing

you close your eyes, thinking back to the shocked expression on everyones face as juyeon had pulled you through them and toward his parked bike

how they had looked so confused - and eric had just shot you a thumbs up from the back step of his door

your heart beats heavy in your ears and at the end of your fingertips you feel the flex of juyeon’s abs in response to your tight hold. it feels so intimate.

juyeon stops at the only place you’d expect him too, the beach

it looks serene and beautiful in the darkness of the summer night

the sand isn’t as scorching as usual and the waves only kiss the shore slightly

you and him walk down toward it - feet reaching just the edge before you run back to avoid getting wet

juyeon laughs and runs toward you, strong arms picking you up and before you know it, you’re up in the air and dangling above the water

you’re telling him to not let you go, no matter what and juyeon is chuckling promising over and over he won’t he won’t

i will never let you go

your laughing and playing around leaves you breathless, when you and juyeon lay back down on the sand and stare up at a starless sky

just that summer moon glistening down on you both

“why did you become a lifeguard by the way?” you ask - just to break the comfortable silence

“because i love the ocean, but know it can be a scary place too.”

you turn to look at his profile, even more perfect inches away

“i like that about it, that it’s both beautiful and a little dangerous. i like things that have that duality.”

“so you must like love too?”

you don’t even mean to say it, it simply slips from your lips and juyeon turns to face you

his smile turns to another expression, more earnest and soft

“yes, i do.”

you swallow, “ i do too, that’s why im looking for it.”

the silence that follows is coated with the midnight waves and insects that come out only in the warm months

before, when you couldn’t meet his gaze, you were just being shy and afraid

now you are vulnerable and staring back - deep into those darker than the earth browns when suddenly his large hand comes gently up to your waist

his eyes don’t leave yours, not until you’ve been pushed up flush against him in the sand and they close in time with yours as his lips ghost over yours

polite, without having to be, he whispers - can i? and you whisper back - you can.

the first kiss is chaste and pure, vanilla bean ice-cream flavored with a little speckle of a firework.

it’s after you breach this first step that you both decide you can do better than that.

juyeon pulls you ontop of him, rolling his back deeper into the sand as you sit up on his hips and push your hands into the flimsy fabric of his shirt

it gives way, off his broad shoulders and you lean down to press kisses down from the edge of his jawline to the curve of his long throat, and then down to his shoulders

the entire time, his large hands seize you in place by your waist, he makes sounds of wordless pleasure and when you bite down into that perfect skin of his you feel like you’re marking an untouched beauty

he runs one hand up to the back of your neck and he pulls you in back to his mouth

sitting up easily as his tongue runs across the seal of your lips, you get yourself comfortable in the crook of his lap - pressed to the bare skin of his chest

this kiss tastes of fiery spice, multiple fireworks - a whole parade

and when you grind down slightly juyeon makes an animalistic echo that runs from his lips to your spine and you think you could really just let him slip whatever you’re wearing off

but just as you separate to help him with the task, you hear the screech of a car pull up

“who is there? the beach is closed!”

you pull back off of juyeon and gather yourself up - juyeon jumps to his feet too and you turn to help him button his shirt back up so you two look like you haven’t just been making out for god knows how long

the voice calls again, “hey - you two - you know the beach is closed right!”

you see the officer’s figure and wave back

“oh we didn’t know! we’ll leave in a moment!”

the officer motions for you two to get back up to the street and you and juyeon try not to laugh as he lectures you two on public decency

after that, juyeon drives you back on his bike and although you are more than willing to invite him back inside with you, all you do is share another kiss on your doorstep

“i should at least take you on a date before, you know?”

he mutters against your lips and you roll your eyes - modesty in this day and age?

“fine, but after that we have all summer.”

and you do have all summer. despite the fact that half the towns population is seething with jealousy about it.

you have the entire summer to bask in the unfiltered, sweet, and hot like the sun romance you have wished for for so long

meeting up with juyeon after his shifts, taking bike rides to other towns, picnics, amusement parks, dates shopping because you need him out of that hawaiian shirt, and get togethers with your friends as everyone else who is coupled off sticks to their other half and you ......... you stick to yours, juyeon

little kisses before he has to go to work - little hand touches when you’re sitting around eric’s dinner table playing monopoly as chanhee schemes you all out of your properties - arm around your waist when you go out to dinner

and pressing close in the depths of his room or yours, the sound a symphony of little noises and the buzz of the fan on your naked skins

its a summer that you only thought was possible in a movie or at least in someone elses life, not yours

and when embarrassing tell juyeon about your theory that he’s the main character of a summer romcom blockbuster

he looks at you clearly and smiles, “and so are you - since you’re my love interest right?”

you feel a flush overtake you and you laugh, say something about how you’re not star quality, and juyeon just pulls you back into him

“what are you talking about, you’re the only star for me.”

and you don’t expect him to remember that little line all these years later

when you’re standing with your toes in the sand, back at the beach you and juyeon fell in love with so long ago

you point to the lifeguard chair and joke

“i used to watch you and think you belonged on baywatch or something - you know everyone was in love with you right?”

his hand is a comfortable, knowing weight on the curve of your waist

“well i was only in love with you.”

you scrunch your nose up and lean in to peck his lips

“that’s sweet.”

“i mean, you were the only star for me.”

you turn, juyeon’s face - still handsome even though more mature - seems to flash for a second with a look he had when you two were much younger

“the only star for me then and now.”

#happy bday zain!!!!!! i know you said to take a break but no im going to give you all the juyeon!!!!!!!!1 #also shout out to bad bunnys el ultimo tour del mundo album for playing on loop while i write this #the boyz au #juyeon au #juyeon scenarios #the boyz scenarios #juyeon #tbz #tbz au #tbz scenarios #nostolgic au

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 3 years

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COSMIC - S1:E6; Chapter Six, The Monster - [Pt. 1]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘌𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘠/𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘌𝘭𝘴𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘰𝘺𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣’𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴.

|| 𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

Joyce and Hopper sat opposite one another at the kitchen table of the Byers' home. The house was cold and hardly lit, copies of newspaper clippings scattered all around the house. One of the only light sources was a dusty chandelier that hung from the kitchen ceiling above the table and their heads, illuminating the several papers.

"Look, we gotta go through this again." Joyce insisted.

"I told you everything that I saw."

"Oh, gosh," she sighs into her hands. "Tell me again."

"Upstairs or downstairs?" Hopper asked.

"Upstairs."

"There was a laboratory. It was where they must do experiments or something, and then there was... well you see, like I said, I got turned around."

Hopper was currently sharing all he had encountered on his rogue mission at Hawkins National Laboratory. Joyce, all the while was hanging on his every word.

"I told you, it was like, I don't know, it wasn't supposed to exist. That whole area, it was abandoned and... forgotten, like it was all some big mistake. Once I found my way back, I saw that... kid's room. That other kid's room, I mean. Like it was actually used, but it didn't even look like a kid's room, neither of them did. It looked like a prison."

Hopper sighed and rubbed the bottom of his palms into his eyes tiredly, is fingers held the lit cigarette inches away from his face as he did so. "If that even makes sense,"

"Well," Joyce began, trying to get to the bottom of this never ending mystery. "So why would you think it was a kid's room, then?"

"Because, I told you, the size of the bed, there was a drawing, there was a stuffed animal--"

Joyce interrupted the man quickly. "Y-You didn't say there was a drawing."

"Yeah, there was a drawing of a... an adult and a child. It said 'Eleven' on it."

"Was it good?" Joyce pressed.

"It was a kid's drawing, Joyce. It was stick figures."

Joyce had a knowing look on her face as she stood up with a sigh, retrieving a piece of crinkled line paper and slammed it down on the table for Hopper to see.

She pointed to the detailed drawing as she sat back down.

"Wasn't Will." She stated confidently, shakily bringing the cigarette back up to her lips.

Hopper examined the drawing and everything seemed to click. He returned his gaze to the anxious mother. Hopper quickly put out his cigarette in the ashtray and made a beeline for the coffee table.

"Earl..." he muttered, as he made his way into the living room. Joyce, who had abandoned her cigarette, was right on his heels.

"The night that Benny died, Earl said he saw some kid with a shaved head with Benny," Hopper and Joyce took a seat beside one another on the living room couch, Hopper's eyes fixed on the several news clippings splayed along the wooden coffee table. "Now, I pressed him, he said it might be Will, but maybe..."

The man began shifting through the papers, and Joyce spoke up.

"Wait... Maybe, it wasn't?"

Hopper pulled the article he had been looking for and pointed to the fuzzy photograph of the woman in the article.

"Look... this woman, Terry Ives, she claims to have lost her daughter, Jane. She sued Brenner, she sued the government... Now, the claims came to nothing, but what if... I mean, what if this whole time I've been... I've been looking for Will... I've been chasing after some other kid?"

|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

Everything is a mess.

Will is still missing, the party is falling apart, Mike and Lucas are still angsty messes that won't speak to one another, and now, El left us. She probably thinks I hate her.

'But I don't! I was just scared'

(Ok but like,,,, who else ships El and reader cause damn I've been giving myself feels lately, dang)

'We need to fix this'

I sigh and sit up from my bed and make my my way to Dustin's room.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"I just... I can't believe she didn't come back." Mike sighed.

Dustin and I agreed we needed to talk some sense into the rest of the party. So we got our bikes and made our way to Mike's. Dustin was standing opposite Mike while I currently occupied one of the D&D chairs I had pulled up. Mike was worriedly pacing the floor in front of us.

"She's gotta be close." Dustin offered.

"She said it wasn't safe. She just messed up the compasses because she wanted to protect us. She didn't betray us."

"Mike, calm down."

Mike only ignored Dustin and kept talking, more to himself than anybody it seemed.

"I shouldn't have yelled at her. I never should've done that."

"Mike, this isn't your fault." Dustin said.

"Yeah, it's Lucas'."

"It wasn't his fault, either." Dustin countered softly.

For the first time in what felt like ages, Mike stopped in his tracks. He looked at my brother dumbfounded and took a few steps in his direction. "It wasn't his fault?"

"No."

"So you're saying he wasn't way out of line?"

"Totally, but so were you!"

"What?"

"And so was Eleven."

"That's ridiculous! Y/n, tell him he's being ridiculous!"

Very calmly, I stood up with my arms crossed and stood next to my brother, and sighed, eyes fixed on Mike. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but Dustin is absolutely right."

Mike seemed even more furious. "Oh, give me a break!"

Dustin snapped at these words and stormed up to Mike. "No, Mike, you give me a break! All three of you were being a bunch of little assholes! Y/n and I were the only reasonable ones! But the bottom line is... you pushed first. And you know the rules. You draw first blood..."

"No! No way! I'm not shaking his hand."

"You're shaking his hand." I press, stepping forward.

He was sure to make eye contact with me over Dustin's shoulder as he spoke. "No, I'm not."

So I strode toward him and gave him a slight glare.

"This isn't a discussion. This is the rule of law. Obey or be banished from the party. Do you wanna be banished?" I asked firmly.

Mike crossed his arms and pouted before speaking up meekly. "No."

"Good!" I chirp, my face beaming as if we hadn't just been fighting which seem to only terrify him more.

I all but skipped over to the chair grabbing my coat, Dustin following my actions.

"Where are we going?" Mike asked with a hint of frustration.

"Where do you think?" Dustin asked as he put his arms through the sleeves of his coat.

"We're going to get Lucas." I finished, straightening my jacket then looked back to Mike.

My face softened and I tilted my head slightly. "And then we're gonna find Eleven."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The three of us stood on Lucas's porch and I rang the doorbell. We stood waiting until the door swung open and Lucas stood there glaring at all three of us, but mostly Mike.

"What do you want?" He spit, resting his hands in his pockets.

There was brief silence which was then interrupted by a muffled smack of Dustin hitting Mike in the arm.

Mike sighed softly and looked to Lucas, clearly hating every second of this.

"I drew first blood, so..." he extended his hand for Lucas to shake but Lucas didn't move.

Great. Of course nobody was going to make anything easy. Why would they?

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Somehow I had convinced Lucas to let us all in and now, we all stood in the middle of his living room as he paced silently across the floor considering Mike's offer. He finally stopped and stared at the three of us.

"Okay, I'll shake."

Mike sighed what I barely made out to be a "finally" as he extended his arm out once more. Dustin and I perked up, that was until Lucas continued.

"On one condition. We forget the weirdo and go straight to the gate." He finished, arms crossed defiant.

"Then the deal's off." Mike barked.

"Fine!"

"No, no, not fine! Guys seriously?" Dustin yelled, as I threw my head back frustrated.

Dustin forced Mike to face him as he spoke. "Do you even remember what happened on the Bloodstone Pass?"

Lucas and Mike shared a confused glance.

Dustin seemed shocked and offended that they had no recollection and continued.

"We couldn't agree on what path to take, so we all split up the party and those trolls took us out one by one. And it all went to shit. And we were all disabled! So we stick together, no matter what!"

"Yeah, I agree. But this is the party, right here in this room."

"El is one of us now."

"Um, no, she's not. Not even close! Never will be. She's a liar, a traitor--"

"She was just trying to keep us safe! She didn't mean to hurt you. It was an accident!"

"An accident?"

"All right, accident or not... admit it, it was a little awesome." Dustin said.

"Awesome?"

"Yeah, she threw you in the air with her mind!"

"I could have been killed!"

"Would everybody just shut up for one second, please!" I snap.

Everybody looks to me, a shocked expression on their faces.

I step forward and begin my long awaited rant.

"I am sick of your attitude." I point at Lucas. "I am sick of your whining." I point to Mike. "I am sick of all three of you bickering," I gesture to all of them. "I love you guys and I can't thank you enough for taking me in and including me, know that, but GOD I am tired of being stuck listening to you boys argue about every little thing!"

I myself began pacing, my voice continuously rising. "I'm sick of putting up with all your petty arguing when we should be looking for Will only to come home at the end of the day, having found NOTHING and crying my eyes out because the only person who never gave a shit about who started what is missing and probably dead!"

I stopped pacing and looked to the boys who were all silent. I sighed and lowered my voice. "Lucas, you're right. You could have been killed. Which is exactly why we need her. She is more powerful than all of us combined."

"Y/n's right. Do you seriously wanna fight the Demogorgon with your wrist rocket?" Mike said, anger still in his voice. "That's like R2-D2 going to fight Darth Vader. We're no use to Will if we're dead."

Lucas looked torn for a moment, but then he shook his head and pointed at the three of us. There was disappointment in his voice. "If you three wanna waste your time looking for a traitor, go ahead, 'cause I'm not spending my time on her anymore. No way!"

I sighed, putting my face in my hands. Lucas continued.

"I'm going to the gate. I'm going to find Will."

Lucas shoved the boys aside and stormed off, leaving the three of us alone in more ways than one.

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winterwolf0916 · 3 years

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Quarrel

Jason Todd x Reader

Requested by anon: hi could you write to jason todd x reader that they fight but don't realize their baby is there? Thanks for the reply:) Warning: Language, mentions of divorce, angst, & fluff A/n: Goodness! This is a sweet request and oooo here comes the fluff! *throws a massive cloud* Forgive me with the writing mistakes here 🤧 wrote it at 4 am my dudes. Happy New Years my dears! Word count: 2.6K

You know Jason is strong. He really is. But there are moments, moments where he can be so reckless in patrol to the point where he could’ve lost his life. It happens so often that you promised yourself to be patient in this. Reminding yourself that he has his family, the Outlaws, and you to help him out in his missions. But last night made your patience snap like a thread. You were worried more than ever about his well being.

What if he doesn’t arrive in the morning?

What if he dies and leaves you and your son?

What if-

Countless and countless thoughts radiated in your mind causing your body to weigh as more and more doubts formed. The sight of him huffing and puffing as he entered his and your apartment bloodied and beaten. You knew you were going to say something. Anything. You were fine with it at first since the job came with this. But more nights like these compressed your patience like a boot on a bug.

‘He shouldn’t patrol alone’ you thought. You should go with him to make sure he’s being cautious. But you couldn’t. You needed to take care of your child.

After patching him up and laying in bed in silence back to back, you heard the springs of the bed cry as Jason left the mattress to retrieve something while hissing as if he’s trying to ignore the pain. After a few minutes, you gave up trying to sleep off your uncertainty and decided to talk to him. The conversation went from small suggestions and corrections into bickering and confusion.

You didn’t mean to overstep boundaries. He didn’t mean to make you worry. But how he hides his pain is what frustrates you. How he would joke about the bullet wound in his shoulder didn’t bother him when playing in the park with Y/c/n. How he would flinch when Y/c/n hugs him after a hard patrol.

“You know how dangerous it is to go downtown alone!” You raised your voice. “You could’ve died again!”

“But I didn’t! Why don’t you trust me?!”

It repeated like this, going back and forth, for a solid 15 minutes. But in the moment, it felt like hours. Yelling and spitting out words that are not even meant. Pointing who’s to blame, cutting each other off, and wanting your haunted opinions to be heard. Caught up in the heated situation that you didn’t realize your 10-year-old witnessing it all in the hallway in his pajamas.

What's going on here?

Why are they yelling?

Don’t they love each other anymore?

Are...are they getting a divorce?

He’s seen arguments here and there but it's a different level now. It’s bigger. The picture playing of anger and hatred boiling from his parents. His two favorite people in the world, showing distaste in one another.

As a child, he doesn’t know what’s going on other than the air filled with loathe by the source of his parents. As a child, he felt the need to hug his parents and ask them about the situation. As a child, he felt his eye sockets sting and his mind not functioning of what was happening in front of him.

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You were making lunch for your son trying to calm yourself from the argument that occurred hours ago. The fight didn’t go so well that you and Jason agreed to give one another space after he drops Y/c/n off at the bus stop.

Jason left the living room to wake up Y/c/n for breakfast, acting strong from the awful wounds he received this morning. What confused you was the sound of his footsteps quicken.

“Y/c/n?! This isn’t funny!” There was shuffling in the room before Jason returned to the kitchen. “He’s not in his room.”

You both searched the entire apartment from top to bottom before searching the entire building. Finding no trace of your son made you two imagine the worst. The worst-case scenario and the last thing you would ever expect. Y/c/n being kidnapped.

Quickly changing into your suits and heading to the roof to discuss who is going to check what part of Gotham, you found your son sitting at the edge of the rooftop, his back facing you. As his head turned towards the sound of the door barged open, your heart broke and Jason caught his breath at the sight of your child in tears.

“What the-” He quickly wiped his tears in shock, “Mr. Red Hood and Mrs. Y/H/N? Here on my apartment building?”

“Oh crap uh-Don’t mind me, I’m just sitting here.” Y/C/N added, using the hem of his sleeve to wipe his tears, trying to hide his released emotion and pushing down the temptation to fanboy in front of his favorite heroes. Not knowing, they are his parents behind the masks.

“Hey kid, why are you crying?” Jason asked, taking a couple steps forward while you followed.

“It’s really silly.” He sniffled, not wanting to look back. “My parents fought.”

You and Jason paused in your steps, not believing what came out of his mouth. ‘He saw us?’

“Oh…”

“I know! Pretty embarrassing to say this to you guys.”

“Oh no no! It’s not embarrassing at all.” You said.

“It’s ok to tell the truth. I really need it from Gotham’s second-best couple.”

“Hate to ask this, but who’s the first best couple?” Your husband asked. You nudged him, giving the ‘really?’ look.

“My parents of course.” You and Jason melted at the spot from hearing how much your son looked up to his parents’ relationship. “But I guess not, after last night.”

His face fell and lowered his head in defeat after mumbling the last sentence. You and Jason glanced in each other's direction silently making a truce and putting aside your differences before taking a seat next to Y/c/n.

“Is it normal for parents to fight really hard? Please tell me. You guys are my number one from now on.”

“Honey, people argue every day. It helps us to grow as a person and learn about our partner’s troubles and what's important to them...”

“Even if it’s little things or big things or the harsh words we said, it doesn’t matter. We still love each other. We just step on the wrong foot sometimes.”

“Tell me about it, I remember bucket head over here accidentally left the sink on in our apartment. And guess what happened?”

“What?” Your son’s eyes were filled with curiosity while Jason cringed at the memory.

“It flooded our entire kitchen and I scolded him for an hour before he cleaned everything.”

“How long did it take Mr. Red hood to clean everything?”

“Two hours.” Y/c/n snorted but immediately became serious when he remembered who’s the other vigilante sitting right next to him.

“In my defense, I had to fight off Ra's Al Ghul for two weeks straight.”

“And?”

“Aaand, I wasn’t at total fault here.”

“It would’ve been better to not even open the sink at all!”

“I was tired, woman!” Then you heard your own son snickering before letting out a burst of warm laughter. The kind of laughter that made you smile while Jason gave a smirk.

“Wow-uh thanks. You guys really sound like my parents.” Jason opened his mouth to say something before you heard a hiss of a vehicle and the rumble of the engine fading in the distance.

“THE BUS!” You screamed as you jumped and ran towards the corner of the edge, the vehicle traveling away.

Your son’s face went pale at the sight of his transportation turning a corner before disappearing the block. Mostly afraid of his parents giving him a lecture for missing the bus rather than attending class.

“Oh shit.”

“Language.” Jason stated and pinched Y/C/N’s cheek as punishment for adding another curse word to the jar.

“Well! It was great knowing you guys! Ah, I would really love an autograph. Especially from you Y/H/N.”

“Me?”

“My dad has a fat crush on you, but don’t tell him that. He says it’s a secret between us men.” Surprised by the news, you glanced at your husband who then avoided your gaze and set his focus on a far off building, pretending he didn’t hear a thing.

Oh, he’s never going to hear the end of this from you. Your son quickly snatched his backpack that was resting by him and sprinted towards the door. As he opened the door to the stairs and was about to leave, he was lifted from the floor by his backpack, his legs still swinging as if he was running.

“Whoa there.” Jason placed your son down to his feet before gesturing between you two. “Why don’t we drop you off?”

“Really!?” Y/C/N’s eyes glittered with excitement that he’s going to receive the experience of traveling like a vigilante until a realization dawned on the boy. “But wait...I need my parent’s permission for that.”

“Don’t worry. All of the parents in Gotham trust us with their kids.”

“Wait really? You sure they won’t mind?”

“Crystal.”

“Yes! Ah, we gotta hurry. My bus might be a little far from here now.”

“Who said anything about taking you to the bus?”

-----

You and Jason were more than positive to never patrol in broad daylight unless it was an emergency. There are two reasons why. One, anyone can track you easily. Villains and crooks in Gotham don’t rest. Not only that, they have henchmen and machines that can detect vigilante activity which means a higher rate of danger to kidnap or take those who you interact with as hostage.

Two, the nosy journalists trying to snap a picture and give an odd headline to the Gotham press. It wasn’t anything new. This happens occasionally without the masks. So the Batfamily wasn’t bothered much by it. But it is rather important to not make the headline. Depending on what is put, it would falter the trust and hope that civilians have in the heroes of Gotham. Also, they would interview those who interacted with the vigilantes therefore more problems would complicate.

That’s when you both gave a conclusion of dropping off your son in an alleyway close by the school. As he was placed down from you, with wobbly legs and hair out of place, it took a load for you from fixing Y/c/n. But as a mother, you couldn’t help it. You bend down to his level and fix his hair and his shirt in place.

“There. All better.” You smiled at your bewildered son before pulling him in for a tight hug. “Have a great day, baby.”

“You really act like my mom,” you pull away from him, “she’s always picky that I would look nice for school.” You resisted the urge to pinch his cheek from that comment.

“I am not picky.” You stated with a serious tone and face.

“You are.” You heard your husband say.

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Not.”

“Are too.”

“You’re not helping, Red.” You motioned at your son who is internally debating to join the small argument or leave it between the two of you since you remind him so much of his parents.

Your husband glanced at your son before winking at him, motioning that his wife is definitely picky. Y/c/n snickered before going silent as your focus landed on him.

“Ok, Y/c/n. Time for you to go to school.” Jason pats Y/c/n’s shoulder

“But...But I don’t want to go.” He wrapped his arms around yours and Jason's legs.

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to face my parents when school is over. I’m really scared. What if they want to split up?”

“That won’t happen.” Jason’s tone was serious now.

“How do you know?” It was now Jason’s turn to crouch down to Y/c/n’s level, similar to what Y/c/n’s dad does.

“I’ll say this fast because you need to leave but if I were your dad, I would be an as-” You cleared your throat indicating to Jason to watch his vocabulary, “-idiot to even divorce your mom. Let alone to think of it. I love your mother so much to the point where I would still love her if she’d turn me into a frog. I would rather die again than to lose my family.”

“Wait, you died before-”

“Ah bap bap. Let me finish.” Y/c/n pouted.

“No fair.” Jason smiled under the helmet.

“I would also lose my precious kid. My partner in crime and a part of me. Even though we fought, big-time, I’d still love you and your mom. Relationships aren’t perfect. And neither are families. They’re rough around the edges but they’re still a part of us and we have our roles in them. And for your parents’ roles, they won’t split. I can assure that.”

There it goes again. Y/c/n’s eyes expressing his emotion. He wasn’t sad at all. More as if he’s relieved and content for someone to tell him that all is well. Y/c/n immediately wrapped his arms around his father’s neck and hugged the living hell out of him. Jason didn’t hesitate to hug back his son. As the two parted, your husband stood back up in his usual height.

“Now, get in there. You don’t want your teachers waiting.” Jason ruffled your son’s hair before Y/c/n left out of the alley and stepped on the school grounds.

As Y/c/n looked over his shoulder, he found the couple on a building waving him goodbye. He did the same and disappeared into the building.

-----

The two of you returned to the apartment. It was silent for the most part since the you both agreed to ‘get some air’ when you found Y/c/n. But none of that occurred when you helped Jason inside through the fire escape. He was slowly stripping from his suit and placing his pajamas on with caution. Another hiss from him caused you to place your mask down and help him pull down his shirt.

“Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry.” It took you a second to process the meaning of the words. Did he apologize? Wait- He apologized?

“...What?”

“I’m sorry. I’ll talk with Bruce about patrol and-”

“No, I should be the one who’s sorry… You… You always worked alone and risked yourself to get missions done. I should’ve trusted you more that you can defend yourself and come home safely. It was my fault.”

“Don’t say that.”

“I’m just afraid. Afraid...That you’ll die and leave me and Y/c/n alone. Like how you passed away and left your family and I when we were in high school.” His eyes widened at your confession. “I know! I shouldn’t even worry because you’re so much stronger now. But damn you. Damn you, whenever you come home ripping my soul from my body by how you suffer from your injuries. I know we have schedules for patrolling and taking care of Y/c/n but I’ll stop complaining and overreacting-”

You didn’t expect yourself to be in his arms, his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck, and your fired up spirit to be calmed by listening to the soothing beating of his heart. What a day.

“I think we have enough stress for one morning.”

“...Agreed.”

“I’ll talk with Bruce about patrols. In the meantime… let’s get some rest before Y/c/n comes back from school.”

“Alright…” Jason pulled away and was going to lead you to your shared bedroom before you stopped him. “I also have something else to say.”

“That is?”

“Well...more like an important question.”

“Ok?”

"How long have you had a crush on me?”

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themessengercrow · 3 years

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im feeling angsty...think you could do 10 angsty section for reader with bakugou?

(Yup and I hope you dont mind I changed the qoute just a lil) tw Angst

It was probably your third date with the number two pro hero Dynamight. Katsuki had to admit….it took alot to find you. Someone who didn’t care about his status as a hero-probably because you were one yourself. You hadn’t been raised at UA, you were a much smaller time hero and yet Katsuki didn’t mind that. For a man who always boasted for himself, to do his best, have the best, be the best, it came as a surprise to you that Katsuki was the first to ask you out and to ask for more than just some hookup. The way that he asked made him seem like a school boy all over again, eyes turned to the floor with a little bit of a blush tinting his cheeks. There was no doubt he found you attractive but there was something different about you-you’d challenge him on equal ground and continue to prove your own worth but even then-if Katsuki were to admit it he would say the reason why his eyes stayed glued to yours was because when he saw your eyes, all he saw was understanding. He didn’t find the same cruelty in your eyes like his mother did whenever she’d berate him or the disgusted look in peoples eyes whenever he was deemed too violent or angry to others. You almost seemed to understand him and yet calm him at the same time. Even if he wanted to admit it he really didn’t have the words. So, little restaurant dates until Katsuki can grow the nerve to ask you to be his partner more than just a date would have to do.

He wanted to do that tonight actually. He really did. You decided to wear the color scheme from his hero outfit-he knew you picked because of him, and the outfit did make his mouth water. But there was a sort of pride that swelled in his chest when he saw you proudly wearing his colors. Proudly showing off that you're his. Maybe not exactly his yet but-he wanted to change that.

“Bakugou if you keep being all flirty before we go into the restaurant reporters might see us you know that right?” You gently nudged his arm away from your waist with a huff. “Especially since we’re not officially together yet I doubt you’d want rumors going around.” Part of you still believed he just wanted to be a little nicer than ‘friends with benefits’. While you did have your own confidence as well as insecurities in the relationship-you knew that the field you both worked in would make a real relationship hard. You wanted to play into the nice role of a relationship but deep down part of you felt that it wouldn’t last. You knew it wouldn’t last. Why not enjoy it while it does though.

Neither of you expected a villain attack during your dinner. So of course-you go out there to fight unknowing and unprepared for the fight. It was only you and Katsuki-the attack started in the restaurant and thankfully you were able to get all of the civilians to safety while Katsuki distracted the villain. You still had a civilian with you, the poor person was hit by the villains’ quirk. Neither you nor Katsuki knew what the villains’ quirk was and the exit had been blocked. You guarded the citizen while Katsuki threw explosions left and right, hoping to tire out the villain.

You gently shook the person, hoping they would wake up soon. Their eyes shot open and they quickly sat up, looking to you “Pro hero (h/n) whats-” You watched as the person paused in the middle of what the were saying to stare at you, A misty look covered their eyes before it vanished; making it easy to assume it was most likely the quirk taking effect. You frowned and put a hand on the persons shoulder “There’s currently a villain attack going on-you were hit by the villains quirk. Can you tell me how you’re feeling so I can assist you properly?” The person blinked as they stared at you before frowning. “I’m sorry but-” You heard a crash from the other building, seeing Bakugou had been launched into a nearby wall, looking halfway to unconsciousness. “Dynamight!” you turned to the person “Go find a place to hide, i’m going to protect you.” You got up, blocking the person as the villain slowly walked over to you “Oh poor little hero-I just beat the number two pro hero and yet you still think you want to go up against me? Pathetic.” Quickly looking over him you noticed multiple gadgets on his person-this guy was smart enough to not just rely on his quirk. Which means he probably has a pretty weak quirk. You cracked your knuckles and shook your head “I don’t have to beat you I just need to stall you.” You used some of the debris on the ground for an easier launch attack at the villain, metal poured out of your pockets, manipulated by your work and turned into a staff, swinging it down on the villains torso. The villain had gone to do a roundhouse kick on you at the same time, the both of you launching each other to opposite sides of the room. You immediately got up and rushed back at the villain, continuing to fight while Katsuki was able to slowly get up and start charging an attack.

“(y/n) MOVE!” You turned to the right to see Katsuki charging up a huge blast. Your eyes went wide and you were quick to try to move out of range but the villain was quicker, grabbing your wrist and pulling you close. Katsuki immediately stopped the attack, keeping his hand aimed at you two he growled “Let em go...this is between you and me.” “No no-I think this is between you two.” He chuckled, a ball of light purple powdery dust manifested in his left hand, his right arm was wrapped around your neck, keeping you in a chokehold “little birds have been talking about you underground number two.” He smirked “This little ones your toy right? Lemme fix em for you, I banged them up in this little scuffle we had.” “Don’t you dare!” Katsuki shouted with a growl, making the man laugh.

“You know i’ve made people forget acquaintances and friends easily but lovebirds-depending how intense and deep your relationship was-It could take all night to forget you.” Katsukis brows furrow “(H/n) wouldn’t forget me. I wouldn’t let that happen.” “Really? My quirk sure does make it easier-” While he was distracted with talking to Bakugou, You had used your leftover metal to create a dagger, going to shove it into the arm around your neck. The man grabbed your wrist with his free hand, the purple dust absorbed into your wrist. “Let's put it to the test then shall we? If it takes i’d say...we’ve been fighting for quite a while. What time is it?” You had started to struggle at this point, making the man tighten his grip on your wrist. “Are you trying to play games with me? What did you do?!” Katsuki growled and the man shook his head “The time Dynamight, I didn’t ask for more questions just the time.” Katsuki snarled and glanced at the clock on the wall “...2:00am. Now stop playing games and just tell me-” “2am? My, we have been fighting for quite a while. I’m sure your backup is too scared to come in? No matter. If your little toy here forgets you when the sun rises, you could probably safely say, you two definitely have a strong bond. If you’re forgotten within the hour though…” He looked down at you still attempting to struggle even with your airway now cut off. He hit you hard on the back of the head, hoping to knock you unconscious. You groaned and limped forward, stars filtering your vision and yet you stayed awake. The man shoved you off of him and towards bakugou, immediately stepping back and pulling out a large metal ball from his pocket “You bastard!” Katsuki screamed as he caught you, trying to make sure you were safe while he launched an attack on the man. It was too hard to comprehend anything, all of the lights were just too bright, all of the sounds were too noisey-everything was just too much. You could hear Katsuki shouting so you grabbed his shirt, tugging it and mumbling a “did you get him?” He looked down at you, the smoke clearing revealed the villain had gotten away and you did not look to be in good condition. “Hey...hey look up at me.” He shook you a little and you groaned, lowering your head further at the ache pounding against your skull. He frowned and gently rubbed your back “Hey look up at me, I gotta make sure your ok.” He spoke softly now. “Can’t you just say what you want to say with my head like this? I feel like im going to forget after I knock out from this headache...this hurts..” “hey no you’re not forgettin shit got it? It’s that assholes quirk-we can always go to recovery girl to fix things-you gotta look up at me so I can make sure you don’t have a concussion.” He gently started to pet your head, noticing how much you relaxed to the touch. You slowly nodded and looked up at him, as soon as you made eye contact with him he nodded a sort of mist float in your eyes, almost like tv static before they went to normal again...almost normal.

“Who are you?”

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ssickabit · 3 years

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[10.18 pm]

“I think I wanna kiss you,” Chan said as he leaned his forehead to her, hand still on her waist, swaying it as the music played in the venue, “right here, in front of everybody, right now.”

“you gotta perform soon.”

Chan pursed his lips that were inches just from her. it’s really dangerous if their lips meet, so he just hold everything in. the lights were down low but this lounge is not new to people in the city. maybe the alcohol already taking him over, but she wasn’t sure.

as a bassist of an indie band, it wasn’t a new thing for her to perform from lounge to another lounge, with those classical harp and violin player that she met years ago.

this is a new year party and Chan, surprisingly, gotta perform as a DJ. here, with her.

his bandmates, of course went to this place too, but they’re nowhere to be seen—or Bangchan just really cool at sneaking like this.

none of his bandmates know about his relationship with her, it’s just a casual meet up at the weekend when they’re not busy. it doesn’t really matter though, they’re nothing more than a friends with benefit.

“it’s your time,” she whispered.

“i know,” he answered in a low tone. she pushed him a bit so he can go.

a friend approached her by tapping her shoulder, making her shrug. “who’s that guy?” a question asked as her friend pointed the DJ guy that seems known by everybody.

“just a friend,” she answered.

“i heard he is cool.”

she casually nodded. “yeah. maybe.”

she kew his bandmates still there as some crowd loudly cheering from him. those musics that she doesn’t really have in her playlist was played, making people jump. she just stood there with her cup of coke—sometimes she looked over him and they made eye contact.

he is mesmerising.

so close but so far away.

he finished not long after, but he decided not to meet her again, nor his bandmates. it doesn’t matter for her, as she waited in a room, playing her bass. then a message popped up in her phone, making her heart skipped a beat.

Chris

Meet me at the parking lot.

Now.

she rolled her eyes as she got up and unplugged the cable from her bass. she pack it up then went out to the parking lot.

“let me,” he was standing by a black car, then proceed to take her bass away.

before she said a word, he kissed her. she never knew she would miss his touch this bad. one of his hand cupped her cheek as their gaze met. “backseat?”

“you really can’t wait to fuck me?”

he laughed. “you know? we can’t go out looking for a motel.”

he opened the door then crawled in, welcomed by her lips and tounge. she was straddling his lap, as she felt something on there was asking for a release. “you made me hard since you’re performing earlier,” he said between kisses, “you’re hot, you know?”

“are you drunk?”

“i drive,” he answered.

so she knew that he was sober. the heated make out continued as his hand slipped inside her shirt, grabbing her breast. her lips were trailing kisses lower his lips, gritted her teeth onto the soft skin. his breathing became heavy now, it’s like he got wrapped around her fingers. “as i like your mouth wrapped around my cock that much, i think we don’t really need to that right now,” he said as she looked up.

they helped each other as they took off their pants.

“wait.”

“what?”

“what’s your favourite position?”

she furrowed her eyebrows. “uh, the basic one? because i like intimacy, you?

he felt something weird creeped through his body. he lifted both of his eyebrows then said, “oh. nice. i’m up to anything, though.”

“so...”

“how about we do rock paper scissors, then the winner can choose the position?” Chan lifted both of his eyebrows, showing her his playful smile. she laighed hard then leaned her forehead on his shoulder. he can feel the vibrations from her—making him somewhat melting into her. “what the fuck is that?” she asked, still laughing.

“come on, make this more fun,” he pleaded.

“ok, ok,” she lifter her head, then prepared herself to beat him up. paper meets paper. rock meets rock. then scissors met paper.

“Ha!” he shouted, “i win.”

she shook her head while smiling, waiting for his choice. “ok, i honestly don’t know—i’m up for everything,” he said while laughing.

“you’re unbelieveable Chris,” she hit his chest as they burried their head in each others neck, laughing. “ok-ok, you ride me. deal?”

“your cock literally begged to be inside my pussy since while ago.”

he blushed. “shut up!”

the playful situation turned into an intense one, as she start to jerk his member with her hand then sliding it into her dripping core. “so fucking wet,” he whispered, “have you been thinking about me lately princess?”

she nodded. “you look hotter on stage,” she said. he lifter her chin, as his cock finally making her full. their gaze met, so did their lip. she could feel the butterflies in her stomach as she melted into his touch. honestly, this little thing that he do when they’re having sex is so beautiful. how he kissed her like he doesn’t wanna let go of her taste, how he always make sure she’s in pleasure too—perfect.

the way he shared his insecurities with her, how he said she’s always making him feel good—she wished he was more than just a fuck buddies.

“why don’t you just fuck me in the bathroom?” she asled as she slowly grinned on his lap.

“i think it’s not really comfortable, though?”

she knows he doesn’t like a quickie like that. “have you ever take me from behind though?”

he shook his head. “no. i haven’t.”

she knows he doesn’t really like to hurt her with the hair pulling and stuff.

she began to rock her hips faster. he mouth open agape to the pleasure as his tip brushed the spot inside her. she hold onto his shoulder tightly, trying to make her pace steady. he sometimes slapped her butt, making her moan right into his ear.

low groan that escaped his lip is like music in her ear, so she always make sure she’s doing her pace right. both of them entered this braindead period where they just fucked up. “so good,” he kissed her shoulder, “so so good for me.”

Chan bit his lip as he felt something built up in his stomach. “oh fuck,” he mewled, “so close.”

she furrowed her eyebrows, focusing on his pleasure only as her high approached. she nearly screamed in the crook of his neck as she hit her peak—can’t contain herself from the pleasure. he panted as he felt his cock throbbing inside her tight walls. “please cum inside me,” she whined, the only thing that he could her.

even she look so tough on the stage while playing her bass, Chan knows right her weakness and sweet spot also how to make her cry on her knees. “why should i?” he teased.

“please, please,” her kiss on his neck was messy, “want you to fill me up, please—“

Chan can’t wait any longer. he let out the low growl as he shot his seed into her. it dripped out from her pussy as he took a look on it. “fuck,” he whispered. they stayed like that as they calmed their breath. she brushed the hair that was messy and damp in front of his forehead. he held her closer into him.

“happy new year,” he said.

“what time is it?”

“i don’t know,” he said, then grabbed his jeans. he let out his phone then looked up into the time. “twelve past twelve? definitely happy new year.”

she just hummed into his neck. “wanna take some drink tomorrow?” he asked.

“i have some practice tomorrow but i guess yeah.”

he smiled to himself and he swallowed his gut. “cool.”

“your friends called you, right?” she asked. “you missed alot from them, but you make your phone silent.”

he shook his head, then deciding to kiss her lips. “don’t worry about it.”

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seeuonadarknite · 4 years

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picture perfect — yandere kuroo tetsuro x f. reader

warnings: toxic relationship, abuse, spitting/saliva, noncon, breeding kink, light asphyxiation

You were sick and tired of your boyfriend's relationship with your family members. Your siblings thought he was admirable for being Nekoma's captain, and your parents not only admired his position, but trusted him in full as well.

He was just this nerdy volleyball captain and respected your parents more than any of your previous exes. He was just such a nice guy, why would you want to leave him?

"(y/n), you've gotta be pulling my leg. He's a keeper! Why would you wanna break up with him?" You had pulled your mother aside to talk to her in private, not wanting to attract any of your siblings' attention, but she didn't seem to pay any mind to her volume.

If only she knew how fucking psychotic your boyfriend was. He kept tabs on your phone, monitored who you hung out with and when you went out, and gave out unethical punishments whenever you upset him. Which was quite frequently.

But you didn't wanna tarnish your boyfriend's image like that. Sure, he was absolutely horrible to you, but a part of you didn't want to expose him like that. Maybe it was a form of Stockholm Syndrome. Maybe it was fear of not being believed.

Nonetheless, you always kept things vague in order to protect your prince charming's reputation. "It's just.. things are rough between us. It's not as nice as it seems behind closed doors." And it was true. Your words may have been vague, but they were completely correct.

Unfortunately, they were too vague for your mother to comprehend and she just shrugged them off, like always. "Honey, that's how relationships work. You're gonna have your fights and it's gonna be ugly— you're young! You're both just seniors in high school, so of course it's not gonna be perfect." She sent you a warm smile, placing a hand onto your shoulder.

"Just talk things out with him, okay? Try not to make haste decisions just yet." Removing her hand from your shoulder, your mother walked away from the scene with a soft laugh.

If only you had noticed the pair of eyes peeking behind the corner the whole time. The eyes that belonged to your nosy, loudmouthed brother.

—

It had been a few days since you had the talk with your mother. Since then, you had attempted to rekindle things with Kuroo. Of course trying to be nice to him didn't fix a damn thing. If anything, it just gave him the OK to be an even shittier boyfriend. His possessiveness had only gotten worse.

You were currently sat next to him on his couch, watching some cheesy romance movie. “Oi, babe, c’mere.” He called you over with his arms stretched out. If he wasn’t such a manipulative bastard, you’d find the sight in itself cute. He was like a kid making grabby hands.

To which you obliged with ease, sliding into his arms to lean your head against his torso with your legs tangling with his. His hand made its way over to your head as he tangled his fingers through your hair, humming quietly at your compliance. It was nice; it felt like the two of you were just a normal, happy couple.

However, every good moment had to come to an end. “So.. your little brother was real eager to talk to me the other day.” Uh oh. The words that fell from his mouth were seemingly innocent, but his tone was what scared you. It was a tone you knew all too well. You were in deep shit.

Tilting your head upwards to peek at him from your spot on his torso, your eyes made contact, only to realize that he had been looking down at you the whole time. “Yeah, he sounded worried. Told me about a little chat you had with ma.” His gaze had darkened within seconds as he spoke. You were really starting to regret accepting his offer to cuddle.

“Babe, he’s a kid. You can’t trust everything he sa—“ Slap. Placing a hand on your stinging cheek, you looked up at the narrowed eyes of your boyfriend. He had slapped you right across the face. How he had managed to put so much power into a slap with the position you two had been in was a mystery to you.

That wasn’t important. What was important was his hand roughly gripping your chin, nails digging into your soft skin. “Do you think that I’m that fucking stupid? Are you really trying to ruin a picture perfect family? Our picture perfect family? (y/n), I can’t have you telling everyone that I’m ‘bad.’ It’s about time that I put you in your place.”

And with that, his hand that had previously gripped your jaw was now forcefully prying it open. Furrowing your eyebrows, you looked up at your boyfriend with tears brimming your eyes. Before you could even start to retaliate, a sticky string of saliva gradually fell down from his mouth. God, he was spitting in your mouth and you couldn’t do anything about it. His hand was too damn strong.

“If you wanna properly own up to your actions, go on and swallow it.” It was absolutely sickening how he believed he was teaching you some sort of lesson. You wanted to call him disgusting and hit him in the face, but you were driven by fear, thus leading to your regretful actions.

Your pride wasn’t the only thing you swallowed, as the sticky substance of Kuroo’s saliva cascaded down your throat. Giving your face a few light slaps, he sent you his cheshire grin. “Good girl.” Without another word, he slipped up from under you.

For a second, you actually believed that he was laying off, and deciding that maybe spitting in your mouth was enough of a punishment. But no, as soon as you even thought about getting off of the couch, he forcefully flipped your body over and shoved your face into the couch cushion.

“Did ya really think I was done with you? Let me show you how much of a good boyfriend I am.” His fingers wrapped around the waistband of your shorts and panties, wasting no time in shoving them down to your ankles. “T-Tetsu! Wait!” Your cries and pleads went unheard as he pulled his flaccid cock from his boxers. Bringing your hips up to his, he began rubbing the length of his cock up against your folds.

Not only was the feeling of his gradually hardening cock rubbing against your folds turning you on, but it was making him moan like a pornstar. He paid absolutely no mind to his volume; you felt kinda bad for his neighbors.

The friction in itself was enough to create a pool between your legs. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna put it in.” Of course he didn’t even consider putting on a condom. It almost felt as if he wanted to knock you up. If he did that, you really wouldn’t be able to leave him, right?

With both of his hands on your ass and his thumbs on your folds, spreading them open from behind, he pushed the head of his cock inside of you. “Tets—Tetsu, it’s not gonna fit..!” Your head was shoved up against the couch cushion by his right hand, whilst his left was holding onto your waist, giving him something to grip as he sheathed himself inside of you. His cock had so much girth; it practically felt like he was tearing you apart.

Kuroo tilted his head back with a loud, dragged out moan, as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. No matter how many times he fucked you, he always felt a sense of euphoria at the feeling of your tight hole clenching around his cock. Hell, his moans were probably louder than your own.

Once he calmed down from his high, he began thrusting into you at a furious pace. You were lucky you even got a chance to adjust to his size, because he sure as hell wasn’t going to start out at a gradual pace. Gripping onto the edge of the cushion, your jaw dropped as a moan erupted from your throat. God, your moans sounded like music to Kuroo’s ears. He could feel his cock twitch inside of you at the sound.

It really sucked having such an athletic lover, because his stamina and speed was just too much for you to handle. His pace was borderline animalistic as he pounded into you. The grip he had on your hips was absolutely bruising, and his nails dug into your scalp as he pushed your head further into the couch.

“Maybe I should cum inside..! Heh, you’d be real hot with big, swelling tits.” His hand pushed you further down, gradually making it more difficult to breath as he reared his hips back. Slamming back into you, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and dragged you up, pulling your back against his chest. This position was beyond uncomfortable for you. He kept one hand on your side, but the hand that was previously digging into your scalp was now wrapped around your throat, all of this happening from behind.

It amazed you how much lower body strength this man had as he continued thrusting into you at a speedy pace. You were beginning to reach your limit, and he was as well. This became obvious to you as soon as you felt his cock begin to twitch inside of you. “Even if your parents.. ugh.. fucking hate me..” He trailed off, moving his head towards your ear as he licked the shell of it. A low growl emitted from his throat as he removed his hand from your side, soon placing it onto your stomach as it slowly trailed down to your sensitive parts.

“..Once I knock you up, they’ll have no choice but to see me as a part of their family.” His fingers began mercilessly rubbing at your nub, urging you to hurry up and release. His words were fucking horrifying, but the way his cock hit your cervix and his fingers rubbed at your clit, you couldn’t even comprehend what he was telling you. Suddenly, your body tensed, as you reached your climax and lubricated Kuroo’s cock with your cum. With the clench of your hole, Kuroo followed shortly after you, pumping his thick, sticky semen inside of you.

Loud panting and heavy breaths sounded throughout the room as Kuroo reluctantly slid his cock out from your hole, watching your combined fluids begin to drip down from your hole to your leg. Once Kuroo released his grip on you, you collapsed onto his couch. You couldn’t care less about the cum covering your lower half and probably staining his furniture. You were exhausted.

The sight of you panting heavily with cum splattered all over your lower half was enough to make Kuroo’s cock begin to twitch again. Towering over your collapsed body, Kuroo placed his head into the crook of your neck and smirked.

“Now, who said that we were done here?”

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Toxic Turner - part 14

WARNINGS: this story contains signs of a toxic and manipulative relationship. also contains smut, mentions of drugs and alcohol. some scenes contain forms of abuse. read at ur own risk :)

alex drove around for a little longer before he parked up behind a tall building. “we’re going to the cinema?” you asked, looking up at the familiar building. “no. better” he said, smiling at you as he exits the car then helps you out. “bowling?” you ask in excitement, your eyes glowing at his. he grins and nods at your cuteness. you’re always overly excited about the little things, you’re too adorable.

the two of you walk in together and head over to the desk. “you go get us a drink, i’ll meet you over there in a sec” he says, patting your back to guide you over to the bar side as he waits in line for the bowling. “ok” you say and take the money from his hand to get the drinks with. he smiles as he watches you walk away.

you approached the bar and waited for the bartender to take your order. there are a few people in front of you, so you lean on the bar and patiently wait. “y/n?” you hear a familiar voice from behind you say. you turn around and spot an old friend from school. you thought nothing of it at first, but your friend is a guy. and alex doesn’t do too well with guys.

“oh my god. hi!” you widen your eyes and immediately open your arms to hug him. he hugs you back, and tighter. “jesus.. i haven’t seen you for what, 5 years now?” he chuckles as you both pull away to chat. “feels longer” you chuckle. “how you been?” he asks. “i’ve been great, i-” you begin to conversate until the bartender butts in to take your order. “oh i’ll have two margaritas please” you say. she nods and begins prepping your drinks.

“two?” your friend questions with a giggle. “yeah. i’m here with alex. you remember him?” you smile. “you’re still with him?” he asks in shock. “yeah. i could never get bored of that pretty face” you giggle and begin to chat away as you wait for your drinks.

“i remember meeting him for the first time. boy, did he hate me” your friend jokes and you chuckle at him. “he doesn’t hate you, he just has a fierce resting bitch face” you shrug. alex most likely did hate him, he holds grudges over the most minor things.

“you look so different. your hair, your face” he says while pinching your cheeks. you laugh as you feel a wave of worry in you. you felt alex approaching, you didn’t even need to look or hear. you felt him.

“hey love. you get the drinks?” he asks with an extremely forced grin on his face. you slowly push your friend’s hands away from your face and nod. “good. hey y/f/n, how are you?” alex sarcastically asks. you know him well enough to know he’s forcing kindness.

“you remember me? didn’t think you would considering how many people she knows” your friend ruffles his hand on your hair. you awkwardly giggle at his action. he wasn’t flirting, but alex thinks a simple smile is flirting. alex fakes a laugh as he goes along with it, you can see right through him. you see how annoyed he is internally.

“yeah she’s got lots of friends doesn’t she?” alex turns to look at you. he glares at you, giving you the signal to stop talking to him and walk away. an awkward silence came upon you all, alex coughed to get your attention. “right well. we best get going” alex says and smiles, grabbing the drinks from the bar. “it was nice seeing you, y/f/n” alex says in a very sarcastic matter as the two of you walk away from him.

“sorry..” you nervously say as the two of you sit at a single table to wait for a free bowling lane. “why you sorry, sweetheart?” he asks, taking a sip of his freshly made margarita. “i didn’t mean to talk to him.. he came up to me and-” you begin to blurt out but he shushes you. “shh.. it’s ok. drink up” he says and smiles, tilting his glass forward a little to ‘cheers’ your glass. you smile and raise yours, lightly touching glasses. you both begin drinking the alcohol while deeply looking into each other’s eyes.

“should you really be drinking when you’ve gotta drive us home?” you giggle, placing your glass on the table. “one won’t hurt” he shrugs, also placing his down. you look at each other once again. “you look stunning. even when you don’t try.” he smiles at you, staring at every inch of your face. “thanks but, i look a mess” you giggle, looking down at yourself. you’re both still wearing the same clothes from yesterday, and it stinks of booze. you just look like a pair of trashy alcoholics. but who cares?

“and i still love you when you’re a mess. my messy little princess” he giggles as he leans his hand over to your head to ruffle your hair. you’re just surprised at how he isn’t angry, he usually gets abusive when another guy speaks to you, especially when they touch you. he’d always take his anger out on you, but he’s unusually calm. you just let it slide past your head without a second thought.

you giggle as he messes up your hair. not that it was neat in the first place. “how long do we have to wait?” you ask as you desperately want to bowl. “she said there’s a lane free in about 30 minutes” alex says. you groan. “don’t stress. i know a way to kill time” he smirks, but you don’t quite get it. “how? playing in the arcade?” you gasp in excitement. “no. even better” he raises his eyebrow. you finally catch on.

“ohhhh.. really? naughty” you whisper with a sly smirk on your face. “the naughtier the better” he whispers as the two of you stand up and make your way to the public toilets. “where are we g-” you begin to ask, but stop speaking as alex drags you into the men’s room. “jesus christ” you giggle as you both walk over to the stalls. he smirks and takes a big gulp from his margarita, finishing the drink. you take the hint and finish yours too. you both leave the empty glasses near the sinks before alex shoved you into a stall.

you grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him in, pushing him against the door to shut it. he takes you by your waist, and twists you around so that he’s pinning you against the door now. the bathroom is completely silent. the only sound heard is the echoing of your kissing. he grabs your wrists, lifting them up to pin them against the door above your head. “ow” you wince and look up at your wrist. the burn from earlier.

“sorry about that.” he whispers guiltily, carefully pulling your wrist toward his mouth to kiss the wound. you smile and look into his eyes. “i’ll wipe that smile off your face in no time.” he quietly giggles with a smirk as he gently pins your wrist back against the door to continue making out with you.

“what do you exactly plan on doing in here?” you breathily whisper in between kisses. “what do you want me to do?” he asks, moving his hand to your face to caress your cheek with his thumb. “not fuck me” you nervously giggle. not that you didn’t want sex, but in a public restroom made you nervous.

“then that’s exactly what i’m gonna do. because i don’t listen to you” he slyly grinned as he grabbed you by the waist to twist you around so that your chest is against the door. “what if someone hears?” you whisper with your cheek against the coldness of the stall door. “babe, relax. we aren’t the first ones nor will we be the last” he whispers, kissing your cheek to reassure you that you’re fine. you’re just scared about someone hearing or walking in...

“i know but we haven’t really-” you continue to speak, slightly ruining the moment between you both. “y/n. shut it” he demands, grabbing your face to get a good look at you. “but-” you start. “be fucking quiet” he whispers, starting to lose his patience with you. his fingers grip a little tighter on your cheeks, causing pain. he roughly lets go of your face, causing it to fall and lean against the door. you feel him slide his hands to the top of your jumpsuit to take it off. unfortunately you’re wearing a one piece, meaning you’ll have to be fully naked in a cold, empty public space...

“alex i don’t-” you whisper nervously but alex completely shuts you up. “if you say one more word i’ll make sure everyone hears you” he quietly threatens. you frown and look away from him as he pulls your jumpsuit down from your shoulders, causing it to fall from your waist and down to your feet.

he pulls his pants down ever so slightly to position himself behind you. when he’s ready, he grips your waist with one hand, and places the other on your lower back to push himself in. you let out a deep exhale from your nose as he slowly slides into you.

each time he slides in and out of you, you feel yourself getting wetter as he gets faster. a breathy but quiet moan escapes your lips, but it still loud enough to echo around the restroom. “fuck” you whisper and shut your eyes as you lightly rest your forehead against the door.

“that feel good?” he whispers with a smug smirk on his face. you ignore him, which he doesn’t like. he moves his hand from your back and slides his fingers into the back of your hair. he grips it and pulls it back, forcing your head up. “i said does it feel good?” he darkly whispers in your ear as his face is so close to yours. you nod and whimper at the same time, implying that it hurts. “still sore from yesterday huh?” he proudly smirks knowing he hurt you. you nod. “good. it’s what you get for talking to other guys” he whispers, kissing your cheek before letting go of your hair to let you rest your head against the door again.

you knew it wouldn’t be long before he made an unnecessary comment about your friend, whom you talked to for five minutes. how stupid are you to think he’d let something like that slide so easily, huh?

he manages to push himself in deeper to hear you whimper. they’re his favorite sounds. “ow.. it hurts” you whisper and groan as you try to take the pain by biting your bottom lip. “good. don’t be such a slut, then maybe i won’t hurt you” he smirks. “alex i’m not- being a slut. he’s just an old friend” you sniffle, your voice breaking as if you were going to cry.

“you don’t have any friends. i’m the only one you need” he whispers in a cocky way. “but-” you begin to say until you felt his hand slide around your shoulder and grip your mouth tightly. “am i clear?” he cuts you off, hearing you struggle to breathe beneath his hand. you nod and continue to whimper weakly.

“good girl” he whispers, not taking his hand away from your mouth. watching you struggle under his power turned him on more. you had a weird feeling in your gut, your gut instincts are mostly always right. you felt panic as you hear the door to the restroom open. you widen your eyes and turn back to look at alex who was dying to laugh. he slowly pulled out of you with his hand still around your mouth to keep you quiet. you tried your best to stay as silent as possible.

alex felt naughty, he wanted to do something to spice it up a little. still from behind, he slowly drags his two fingers down your lower back to in between your legs. you look over your shoulder and shake your head at him to tell him to stop, but do you really think he’d listen to you?

he gives you a smug look before using his hand around your mouth to pull your face away from looking at him. his grip is so tight, you can almost feel your mouth area going numb underneath his strong hand.

his two fingers wedge their way to your entrance, where he slowly pushes them in. he smirks as he feels and sees you edge your body forward away from him, but it only made him pull you back, causing his fingers to quickly go deeper. you quietly gasp, luckily his hand muffled it, making it appear silent. you both wait patiently for the man in the restroom to be done with his business and head out. your thoughts are racing, you’re praying he doesn’t hear you.

alex curls his fingers inside you on purpose, he loves watching how weak you get when you can’t physically do anything. your hands softly press against the door to keep your balance. your legs are like jelly, you don’t know how much longer you can stand for.

two painful minutes slowly went by. you felt like you were waiting for wet paint to dry, until the man finally left. you heard footsteps exiting the restroom, and the heavy door closing behind him. it was like a weight was lifted from your chest. you deeply exhale as alex slowly removes his hand from your mouth, but instead holds your chin up.

“don’t do that” you whine and reach your hand back to grab his wrist, trying to pull his fingers out of you. “ah ah.. no” he shakes his head, forcing your chin up even more with a grip. “i don’t w-” you whisper but cut yourself off with a moan louder than last time as he pushes his fingers in even deeper. “move your hand” he whispers through gritted teeth in your ear. you feel intimidated, so you slowly pull your hand away to press it back up against the door again.

“you’ll take it, won’t you?” he whispers arrogantly, gripping your chin tighter and tighter each time he spoke, which affected the way you spoke. “but-” you begin but alex roughly pulled your face to the side to look at you, he can feel your skin getting red under his solid grip.

“don’t disobey me. take it” he whispers in an angry forcing matter, staring into your eyes to intimidate you. he then pushed your face back to where it was so you weren’t looking at him, you got the hint. a breathy moan slips from your parted lip as his fingers pleased you greatly. his grip on your chin loosens to slide down to your neck, where he grabbed and held it tightly to hear you struggle again. he loves being in charge.

you didn’t even realize it, but he actually added a third finger. you didn’t even react. “look at you, getting used to my fingers now huh?” he smirks in a praising voice which gave you butterflies. “uhuh” you shakily whisper and nod your head. his hand on your throat caused you to struggle to speak and breathe properly. he’s too strong.

because you didn’t react to the third finger, he clearly wants to give you more. you feel him slowly stretching you as he slides a fourth finger in. “ow.. jesus christ” you wince and instinctively move your hand back, grabbing his hand but you didn’t try to pull it away. you liked it. you held your hand above his and felt his fingers going in and out of you. you quietly moan at the painful but oh so pleasing feeling.

“i’m proud of you, taking it like a good girl” he praises in your ear as he kisses your cheek. you breathily giggle and close your eyes to take in the feeling. this 30 minutes felt like the longest minutes you’ve ever experienced. how are you even going to go bowling after this? you’ll be hurting, and definitely embarrassed...

the more you moaned, the more painful it got. he was just a finger away from fisting you and you genuinely couldn’t take it anymore. he knows you’re too weak to continue. he slowly pulls his four fingers out and you felt a sense of relief down there. “fuck” you breathily whisper as you turn to look at him. he stared you dead in the eyes with a smirk, you knew he was thinking of something.

“come here” he smirks, putting his hand on the back of your neck to pull you closer to him. you stumble, but manage to keep your balance. he raised his other hand to your mouth, the hand that was inside you. “open” he whispers, gazing at your parched lips.

you gulp and do as he says. you always had to listen to him, he’d only force you if you refused anyway. he slips only two of his fingers into your mouth, tilting your head back with his hand behind your neck. “you’re such a good girl aren’t you” he praises once again to make you feel better. he practically shoves his fingers to the back of your throat, causing you to gag. and of course, he loves it.

he smirks at the innocent glow in your eyes as he slowly pulled his fingers out after you sucked on them. he wiped his hand in his jeans and carefully helped you put your jumpsuit back on. you both grabbed your things and snuck out of the restroom together. nobody suspected a thing, you’re too good at this.

as you made your way back to the table, alex wraps his arms around your waist. “you’re so beautiful, y/n” he whispers before kissing your cheek. you adoringly smile as you smell the cologne on him, that smell will forever remind you of him. the love of your life.

you get back to the table and sit down opposite each other, beginning to chat as you wait a little more for your bowling lane. mid-conversation, your friend from earlier sees you again and waves. you hesitatingly waved back with an awkward smile on your face, turning to look at alex to see an intimidating look on his face. you immediately stopped smiling.

“oh, and if i see you talking to him again, i’ll take you back in there and show you real pain” he sternly says while discreetly pointing to your friend from afar, then pointing to the direction of the restrooms where you just were. you gulp as the seriousness in his voice startles you, you know when he’s not joking around. he never jokes around.

“got it?” he raises an eyebrow but you look away. it’s not like he’s gonna hurt you in an open public place, right? you ignore him. he moves his head to try to get you to look at him, but you move it again. you never win. he discreetly grabs your wrist and twists the skin where your burn is. you jump and look at him, trying to quickly pulling your hand away but he doesn’t let go.

he looks at your wrist and sees a previous scar from when he burnt you with a cigarette. “you see that?” he asks, tightening his grip to make you look at it. “yeah?” you ask nervously. “i’ll give you more if i see you even look at him. ok?” he quietly makes himself clear. you nod and slowly manage to yank your hand from his. you wait a little longer, until your lane was finally ready. time to go bowling! 🎳

#toxic turner

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eldritchtickles · 3 years

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Widogast’s Wavering Feathers

Right so here is the fic for @chockfullofsecrets that they requested i think like 7 months ago?? At least I know that’s when I started the fic cause holy shit do I write slow as hell. Tho it turned out really well in my opinion and I’m pretty happy with it lmao. Also thanks to @meltedhoneythighs for the onslaught of CR tickle ideas! Ok enough talking enjoy...

Wordcount: 2141

SFW but if tickles aint your thing idk enjoy still I guess lmao

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The Xhorhaus was quiet tonight. It hadn’t been long since its owners had slept here, between whatever intrepid adventures they had all been on. The windows were open, their curtains billowing softly to show the moonlit city of Rosohna outside, its dark streets uninhabited. It took time to become acquainted with the eternal twilight of the Drow city, but it’s sights were nonetheless striking.

Though this peaceful sight is broken by the sudden appearance of a cat, jumping to the windowsill. A Bengal cat, who slowly lowered itself to the room that his owner was currently sitting in.

Frumpkin purred as he brushed up against the coat of Caleb, who gave his familiar a soft smile and scratched his head, earning a happy purr. Before the wizard lay an open book of incantations, his other hand and sleepy eyes gently tracing the arcane words and sigils with soft fingers.

“You are a good cat aren’t you, huh?”, he asked softly, keeping his voice down. He pulled the cat into his lap to continue petting. “Did you see any of our friends out and about?”

Though Caleb couldn’t understand his fae pet in words so much, their magical bond gave him the gist of the message. The rest were fast asleep, which worked perfectly for Caleb’s late night magic experiments. It was nights like these when he developed new spells, such as Widogast’s Vault of Amber. The night air, Frumpkin as his sole companion, no distractions from the usual antics of the Mighty Nein… It was a quiet moment to practice and perfect, a time Caleb cherished when it came about. Though tonight wasn’t as much a practice session, and more… A personal project.

“I think I might just have it, my fluffy friend.”, the redhead said with a slight excited grin that only appeared on his face when he talked about magic. “But first let’s make sure we won’t be disturbed, ja?”

Going toward the door, Caleb shrugged off his jacket and scarf before looking out into the hallway. All doors were closed, just the creaks of beds as his companions shifted in their sleep. From his component pouch, he pulled a thin silver wire and drew it across the hall either side of the door. It shimmered and seemed to leave a trail of silvery light as Caleb cast Alarm, so that any night time wanderers would be caught before they could intrude on him. Once he was sure he wouldn’t be disturbed, Caleb shut the door and skipped the pages of the tome to the spell he had been working on…

“Ja, that should work..”, he muttered. Four globules of light fwoomped from his outstretched palm. Showing the diagrams Caleb was looking at. Those brown eyes widened, lights reflected in them, as a blush rose to his cheeks. His fingers traced the list of components; strip of cloth, line of string… Feathers.

In their last few weeks of travel, Caleb had noticed the others being a bit more physical. Friendly punches were thrown, Jester and Caduceus gave hugs now and then, but one thing Caleb had noticed more than anything. The wiggling fingers, playful grins, the bubbling laughter… They had started some tickle fights. And it looked really fun, though the reclusive wizard would never say so. Caleb remembered the sensation, remembered enjoying it from his parents and Astrid… yet he hadn’t experienced the sensation since escaping from the Volstrucker agents. No, since joining the Volstrucker if he was being honest to himself.

Caleb would never join in with the others of the Nein, instead burying his head in a book. He would love to, but it wasn’t as if he was that close to any of them to ask for it. Veth would understand, she always did. Jester, he was sure, would be more than happy to oblige. But the embarrassment of asking, of being that open? That was what stopped him.

So here Caleb was, readying himself to try create this sensation through arcane means. He let out a small sigh, before putting his hands before him like a conductor would. He picked up the cloth, tied the sting around one end. Then he uttered the arcane words, stroked the feather across the cloth, and then…

Frumpkin let out a cry, before scurrying off Caleb’s lap. The scruffy wizard turned to see his cat on top of the bed, looking apprehensively at something behind his master.

“Frumpkin? Is something the matter?”, he asked, cocking his head. “Did you hear someTHIHING!!”

A sudden half chuckle, half squeak escaped Caleb’s lips, hand going down to brush at his hip where he had felt a sort of tingle. Looking down he saw the cause. A feather, ghostly and ethereal, floating in the air! It wiggled up at Caleb, almost like a greeting. Caleb couldn’t help but laugh again. More out of excitement this time, looking to Frumpkin with that rare ‘magic-is-so-exciting’ smiles.

“We did it!! I knew we could-“

Before he could finish, the feather flew in front of his face. It shook side to side, almost like it was shaking his head. Caleb couldn’t help but smile slightly, it was a cute little thing.

“You really are an animated little one, aren’t you?”, he chuckled. Then the feather started pointing, behind him. Caleb turned his head, before the smile dropped.

Floating there were another four feathers. The first joined them again. Shit, it was only supposed to make one! He had missed something. But that didn’t matter, as all five feathers pointed at him and started wriggling towards him.

“Oh.”, Caleb said, a goofy nervous grin finding its way to his face as he scooted back. “Sheisse.”

All at once the feathers converged on the man who had created them, as the ginger headed magician let out a sharp gasp of surprise. One of these ghostly feathers flew underneath the book holsters pressed against his side, earning a loud but gentle squeak. This reminded Caleb of another part of this spell; it was designed to be felt on bare skin, no matter what was worn. What was the point if some armour blocked their ticklish touch? Already, he regretted this decision.

“N-Nein!! Stohoho- Ah!! Out of thehehere!!”, he giggled out, trying to bat that feather away from his ribs as it nuzzled ticklishly into his poor ribs. This left his other side open, which he soon figured out as one of the feather’s siblings sawed directly under his arm with the stiff, soft bristles of its magical form. “AAAhahaha!! Y-You lihihittle shit!!”

The tickles now began to overwhelm, Caleb feeling this sensation as a fresh one considering his lack of ticklish touch over the years. He fell on to his back as the twin offenders flicked and rubbed along ribs and armpits, prompting bubbly giggles from the usually stoic magic user. These soft giggles were interrupted then by a loud yelp, as another feather joined the fray. He felt as it stroked along his sole, causing a violent kick of his leg. His yelp calmed back to a flurry of giggles as the feather flew up to his face, tapping his nose as if to say ‘stay still’. Then it flew back to his foot, its slow, methodical strokes earning a loud whine from Caleb that dissolved into giggles once more. It wasn’t long after that the fourth joined the fray, sawing beneath his toes which added squeaks to his already excited laughter.

Then, finally, his initial feathery friend returned to his view. It was longer than the rest and glowed brighter, seeming to be the ringleader of the group. It fluttered under his nose, earning a snort and a waving hand, nodding as if happy it had earned his attention. Then it placed itself on his chest, before sloooooowly tracing down his abdomen, approaching a certain spot.

“WAIT!! No, pleheheheeeeaaaase!! Not thehehere, just-”

Both wizard and feathers stopped their antics suddenly, frozen it seemed in place, as another magical source poked into the fray.

Ping.

“Oh no.”

“Caleb…? Caleb what the fuck are you doing…?”, came a groggy voice from beyond the door. The perpetrator who had broken the Alarm spell. The one person who Caleb knew would never let him live this down.

“Beauregard!”, he shouted, trying to stand before a flurry of feathery movements at his feet kept him lying down, a hand clamping over his mouth. These damned feathers… “I-I’m sorry to have woken you. Please, go back to bed, I’ll be doing so myself soon.”

A groan from behind the door.

“Caleb it’s the middle of the fucking night- …. I think, it’s hard to tell here… But you gotta get some sleep.”, the monk said with a yawn and a stretch, beginning to open the door. Empire Siblings, no knocking from either of them.

“Wait, Beau, don’t-”

But it was too late. The door swung open, and Beau stood frozen for a moment. There was Caleb, propped up on his elbows, face flushed a deep red with hair in a messy bun, askew in his eyes. Surrounding him, the ethereal feathers waved cheerfully to the newcomer.

Beau immediately lost it.

“You-”, she started, overcome with laughter at the sight again. “You were tickling yourself?!”

“L-Look, I know it must seem- NAHAHAAAA!!”

It seemed the feathers had become tired waiting around, as the ringleader hit its mark. Swirling around his navel, before drilling directly into it with its feathered fronds. Caleb was immediately lost in laughter as his death spot was attacked. Only a few seconds later, its brethren joined the fray and resumed their attack on previous spots.

“BEAUREGAHAHAHAHARD!!”, the wizard yelled, trying his absolute best to curl up and bat away his assailants. “HEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHE!!”

“Oh”, Beau began, a grin forming on her face as she approached the giggly man before her. “I’ll help alright! After all, you wanted this right Caleb~?”

Before Caleb’s eyes could fully widen at the realisation, Beau had already grabbed his arms and, after a quick strength contest, pinned his arms above his head and began to scribble her short nails underneath them. The new sort of sensation shot through Caleb like an arc of lightning, his back arching as his laughter reached a higher pitch, a loud snort ripping through the room. The displaced feathers moved down, both attacking exposed hipbones as his shirt had started to ride up to show his soft stomach with his new stretched out position.

“Daaaaaamn Caleb, you are crazy ticklish huh?”, she tittered, digging into the soft spot just underneath his armpits to earn a squeal. “You must reeeeaaaaally like it if you designed a spell too~! How long you been at this huh? Must have been a real long time… Could’ve worked on a more useful spell if you had just asked one of us to do this you know~.”

Caleb’s mind began to melt with the teasing words of Beau’s gravelly ‘I-just-woke-up’ voice, each word spiking his sensitivity through the roof. The contrast of sensations between languid feathery strokes, quick soft twirling, and digging, scratching nails had the poor man addled, his thoughts going mushy with the onslaught of this sensation he had craved for weeks now.

It was torture. And he was embarrassed to admit, he loved it.

A few minutes of laughter, begging, teasing and tickles later, the ethereal feathers all gave one last flourish before a quick flash of light indicated the end of the spell. Beau grinned down at her friend, blushy with his hair matted to his face, chest heaving for breath, and decided maybe now may be a chance to call it quits.

“Well its only my first time being a spell apprentice, but I think I’m a natural!”, she said, letting go of Caleb’s arms and helping him up to sit with his back against the bed, where she soon joined him with a signature cheeky smirk of hers. “You agree~?”

Caleb couldn’t keep the grin off his face. He let out a breathless laugh, patting her thigh with his hand.

“I think I may just have to agree for once, Beauregard…”, he muttered, eyes closed and content. “Though I suppose the whole house is awoken by now…?”

“Oh, for sure, I mean I saw Fjord pass by the room to get some of those earplugs Caducueus made, I think everyone knows, dude.”

“Well…”, Caleb said, beginning to sit up and look through his scattered spellbook. His hand traced arcane shapes in the air, and he cast a stray eye to Beau with a smirk. “If that’s the case, another test is in order. Ready apprentice Beauregard?”

“I think you’re a bit tired for-”

Then Beau felt the feathery trace along her neck, earning a soft giggle before she suddenly snapped her head towards Caleb.

“Caleb, Caleb no, Caleb you motherfuckehehEHEHEHER!!!!”

#this took so fuckin long but enjoy lmao #tickling #critical role #caleb widogast #beauregard lionett #fic #shit i dont think i have a fic tag uhhhhhhh #eldritch fics

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 4 years

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The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 04 of 18)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.9K

Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...

As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?

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“(Y/N), that was insane,” Monica says as you have your lunch break. “Billy never did that. He never cared enough.”

You're still a mess, a confusing, flustered mess. But you made up your mind. Yesterday's events were madness. But it was just Billy being nice, you concluded. Another reason for you to be thankful and to give friendship a chance. Nothing else. “Yeah, it was nice of him to do that.” You try to keep it cool, your voice steady.

“Weren't you even a little bit... Excited about that?” She lowers her voice, even though there's nobody else around.

“Well...” Lying is not your thing, so you just have to tune it down a bit. “I was surprised. Perplexed and... I don't know. It felt good to have someone stand up for me.” You remember how cute it was when Christopher defended Monica, and see it happening to you a while after did send chills down your spine. But there's no reason for you to believe it was anything else. Billy might think he likes you, but he doesn't know you enough yet. That reminds you of another thing you have to tell Mon. “He... Billy told me something weird yesterday.” Mumbling, you drum your fingers on the table.

“What?”

“That he... That he likes me.” It only takes four words to make Monica stand up abruptly as if bit by a snake.

“Why in the hell didn't you tell me that the moment you set foot in this pool?”

You can't help but giggle. “Because it's not a big deal. You can't just decide you like someone you don't even know.” Shrugging your shoulders, you play with your food.

“Look. Something happened to Billy in senior year.” She starts. “He was in this awful car accident and if it wasn't for his sister and her friends, he'd be dead. After that he... Changed. Not completely, but he stopped treating his sister like shit.” It makes you curious. You haven't seen any scars on Billy, and nobody told you about any kind of accident. Maybe you could ask him about it sometime.

“And what does it has to do with anything?”

“It means that he changed then so he can change now.” It has some physiological background she's not explaining. “Just... You can be a normal girl around me, ok? We're friends, we're supposed to tell each other this kind of things.”

It's not that you don't want to open up, you just don't want to think about Billy all the time. But you guess it's ok. You feel like you can trust Monica, even about things you're a little scared about. “I know. But tell you what exactly?” You ask, taking a sip from your lemonade.

Her lips break into a smile. “Like the fact that you find Billy hot.” You almost choke, clearing your throat as you put the glass down. “You said that yourself. Yesterday when you shoved into David's face that he's envious of Billy because he's way hotter.”

“Billy is... Cute.” That's a good word, you decide. It's kind, it's not a lie, and it sounds casual.

“Have you ever seen him shirtless?”

“Yes. We're both lifeguards on Hawkins Community Pool and it's Summer, so yes.” Mon rolls her eyes at you sarcastic tone, but you just smile at her.

“Ok. But have you stopped to actually look?”

“Monica, I won't stare at the guy.”

“Why not? He stares at you.”

“It's different.” You snap.

“How so?”

You don't know how to answer. You don't even know exactly what's going on with you, or with Billy, or with this whole town. It doesn't matter how hard you think, you can't come up with a satisfactory answer, one that will be enough for your brain to stop forming questions. Monica is restless, and sometimes you catch yourself wishing she won't call. And she doesn't even know that Billy kissed you in the cheek. If you tell her that, you'll never hear the end of it. “I don't–” The door is open suddenly and it makes you shut up immediately. And the person who comes in makes you nervously move in your chair, sitting up straight.

“Were you talking about me?” Billy asks with a smirk.

“No.” You burst out, ready to stand up and head back to your chair. But Monica moves first, giving you such a hard stare that it makes you sit back down.

“Gotta go.” She says, storming out of the cafeteria.

Billy sits where Monica was, looking at you, as usual. “You were talking about me, weren't you?”

“No,” you repeat, cursing yourself for lying. “My lunch break will be over in-” you take a quick look at the clock above the fridge. “-three minutes. So I gotta go too.”

“Tomorrow is our day off. What are you up to?” He says when you reach the door.

You do have somewhere to be, thank God. “Mon invited me for a trail in the woods. With her crew...” You lock eyes with him again, and somehow, even though the distance, you feel the weight. It's not a bad kind of weight... It's different. It's gentle. “Wanna come?” It comes out faster than you can process it, so you look down, not sure if you want him to say yes or no.

“Yeah.”

You know he's smiling, and it has an effect on you. “We'll meet up at Benny's at nine. Don't be late or we'll leave without you.”

“I'll be there.” You listen as you walk away, thankful for the forty-five minutes you'll have on your chair without Billy being around.

•••

The sun is casting a beautiful golden light. It will be another hot day, and the fact that you'll be walking all morning isn't going to help. So you picked a light blue shirt with thin straps, short jeans, and comfortable white sneakers. You're leaning against Monica's car, parked in front of Benny's Burgers, doing a side french braid on your hair as you wait for the guys to get here. There's a fresh, morning wind blowing, and you breathe in the soft smell of coffee coming from Benny's. You didn't tell anyone about inviting Billy, so, if he doesn't show up, you won't have anyone talking about it.

Minutes later, the rest of Monica's crew gets here, five minutes before nine. You feel a little relieved that Billy won't come, actually. You've been trying to understand why the guy is making you so nervous when you're set to pursue nothing but a good friendship. Being confused is tiring. “Well, let's go,” Jason exclaims, and immediately, everyone starts getting in the cars. You're moving to sit on the passenger seat of Monica's car when Christopher calls shotgun. Great.

You're about to get into the back seat when you hear a car approaching, dangerously fast judging by the loud noise, and then it stops. You stand up straight, feeling your stomach burning when you see it's Billy's Camaro. “What the hell,” Mon mutters, giving you a glance.

Ignore her, you tell yourself. “Did you invite him?” Jason asks. “Or is he just crashing the party again?”

“I invited him. Hope it's not a problem.” Jason shakes his head no before getting into the car. But not before giving you a smirk. Well, you invited him, so you have to go and say hi. With your stupid heart beating faster, you walk over his car, offering a small smile when he steps out, standing by the door. “Hey. You're almost late.”

“Almost. Get in.”

“I'm going in Mon's car.” You gesture at where the two cars are parked. You get the feeling that you'll just end up in the same talk as last time, so you give up. “Just because I'm literally your only friend here.” Rolling your eyes, you gesture for the guys to go as you walk around the car to get to the passenger seat.

Billy follows the party until they stop randomly by the road. Everyone starts moving, getting their backpacks to get into the woods. You get yours from Monica's car, putting in on your back.

“Hey,” Billy calls, gesturing for you to get over his car with his index finger.

“What?”

He doesn't say anything as he takes the water bottle and snacks from your bag, putting in on his backpack. You watch, arms crossed, wondering why in the hell he's doing it without even asking if he could. Once your stuff is packed with his, he throws your empty bag on the passenger seat.

“Give me that,” you demand, reaching out your hand. “I'll carry through half of the way and you carry on the other half.” You raise an eyebrow at his smug smile as he hands you the pack. The moment he releases it, the weight pulls your arm down, and you have to push it back up before it hits the ground. “Damn, what do you have in here?” Suddenly you don't wanna carry this thing anymore. You should've just played along.

“Don't worry, princess, I can carry it.”

Shit. That name again.

“Fine.” You give him the bag, moving closer to the others.

“For the sake of our health, we're not going too far today,” Christopher announces, leading the way.

He keeps saying things, but you're not listening. You have never been in the woods, and you're too busy looking around, taking it in. Diane was lucky to have grown up in such a place, so beautifully calm, close to nature, being able to just run a few miles and be among the trees. You easily fall back, walking slightly slower than the party, mesmerized.

“It looks like you're enjoying it,” Billy says, and you notice he's purposely keeping your pace. But what else would he do? You're the only one he talks to in this group.

“It's beautiful. Living so close to the woods... It's just amazing. I can't believe I actually live here.” You're smiling like an idiot now, your eyes moving from the trees up to the blue sky. “What about you? Do you like living here?”

“Not in the beginning, but I got used to it, I guess.”

“I'm from New York, so you get the difference.” Shrugging your shoulders, you see something through the corner of your eye. It's small, and it jumps from a tree to the ground, running away. “A squirrel!” You exclaim, gesturing at a tree on our left. “I saw a squirrel.” Giving one last look at the group, you start moving to where you saw it going to.

“Wait up,” Billy calls since you're trying to walk as fast as you can without tripping on any branches.

You scan the woods, looking for any sign of the small animal, but you don't find anything. There's a slight slope on the way, so you use a fallen tree as a support as you move through it. But a rock moves under your foot, making you slip and fall on your butt. A low whine escapes your mouth when you feel a sting on your calf as you slide down the rest of the slope.

“Hey.” Billy is suddenly before you, you don't even know how he got here so fast. He pulls you up, holding your arms. You're laughing though, and the confused expression on his face doesn't help much. “You ok?”

“Yeah, I'm alright.” You look up, noticing how close Billy is. His blue eyes are like the ocean, beautiful, calming, and peaceful. Not the kind of eyes you'd expect from someone with the reputation he has. Clearing your throat, you step back, dusting off your clothes. “The squirrel won this round, I guess.” You can feel his stare as you look down.

“There's a cut on your calf.” He gets on one knee, taking your left leg by the ankle.

“What are you doing?” You mutter when you almost fall for the sudden loss of balance. You use Billy's shoulder to keep yourself steady. You feel his thumb on your skin, watching as he carefully removes the blood from the wound to take a better look.

“It's just a small cut. You'll survive.” He says as he stands up, those blue, piercing eyes on you again.

That was... Weird. To say the least. You just don't get why it made you so nervous. You really need some time away from Billy to think and think very carefully, to get things figured out. “We should get going or we'll get left behind.”

“As you wish.” He gestures for you to move, and that's what you do. But when you're about to climb up the slope, Billy comes to stay near you, a hand on your side when you use the fallen tree to pull yourself up. You just decided you don't like him touching you. If that's what makes you nervous, you have to avoid it.

But how are you supposed to be friends with someone you can't touch? Friends hug all the time... Damn it, why does it have to be so confusing? You blame Billy for this, even though this is not really his fault. Or is it?

“Hey. Monica told me something about a car accident. In senior year.” You decide to ask, and hopefully get a nice conversation that will keep you from getting nervous.

“Yeah. I was going on a date when... I hit a deer and crashed the car.” By how dark his voice gets, you can tell those aren't pleasant memories.

“Was it bad?” You move to walk closer to him as if it would offer any kind of comfort.

“Very.” He confirms. “If it wasn't for my dipshit sister and her stupid friends I'd be dead.” Despite the mean names, he flashes a small, quick smile. “Things changed from that day on. I couldn't hate her anymore.”

“And why did you hate her before?”

“Everyone says I'm an asshole but I was an even worse asshole before. But that day, it just... Clicked. After years of having me treating her like trash, she still went through a lot of trouble to save my life.” He lowers his voice, barely a whisper now. “And I'm not sure I was worth saving back then.”

It breaks your heart a little, to see how some of his walls just fell to the ground. You wonder if he told this to all the girls he has been with. “And when are you going to introduce me to your sister?” You try lighting up the mood a little, elbowing him.

“Are you inviting yourself to my place?” His smirk is back, but it doesn't bother you. You're actually happy the heaviness in his voice faded away.

“No.”

“You already have a place to be on your next day off.” He's clearly not asking.

“I'm not going to your place, Billy.” Despite being glad the atmosphere changed, you still have to set up some boundaries.

“I'll make Max stay home. I'll even let her invite the kiddos.”

Running a hand through your hair, you start playing with the tip of the braid. “Only if you order pizza.” You give him a quick look, admiring his smile. “But I'm paying this time.”

“No way.”

“Then I'm not going.”

“You're very stubborn.”

“That I am.” Smirking at him, you move to walk backwards, right before him. “I'll stop by your place to meet your savior sister and her savior friends and I'll pay for the pizza. Deal?”

“You should really watch where you're going.” The moment he's done speaking, your back hits a tree. Billy comes closer, standing there, way too close for your taste, looking down at you. It reminds you of when he kissed your cheek, the sudden proximity that made your stomach burn before the feeling his lips on your skin. “Deal.” He whispers, moving away.

Closing your eyes for a couple of seconds, you take the deepest breath you can, thankful that he moved away. He's doing that on purpose, you're so damn sure. Rolling your eyes, you set in motion, now listening to the low chattering of the group.

“Billy. Let me get some water.” You quicken your pace until you reach him, searching through his backpack until you find your bottle. It's still cold, thankfully. “Want some?” You watch as he shakes his head no before you drink. You take a few sips, closing your eyes at the good sensation of the fresh water in such a heat. Suddenly you feel the bottle being pushed up, and the water spills all over your mouth and nose, rolling down your chest. Opening your eyes abruptly, the first thing you see it's Billy's amused smile.

“You're such a-” You move forward, holding the bottle tightly as you throw some water on him. “-idiot!”

He bursts into a laugh as the fight begins. You're struggling to throw what's left of the water on his face as he tries to hold your arms. “You gave me no choice.” He mumbles under his heavy breath.

“Shut up,” you yell, your voice altered by the laughs. You're trying to set free from his grip, but he's stronger. You use your body weight to try and make him move backward, anything that could give you a chance. “Jerk!” As you speak he somehow manages to take the bottle from your hand, throwing the water on you. But you think fast, moving your body closer to his as you push his arm, so the water ends up falling on both of you.

“Hey, kids!” Jason shouts, and your head immediately turns at the source of his voice. You're both frozen now, as you notice the whole group stopped, looking at you. “Let's go!”

Clearing your throat, you struggle not to let your mind process the closeness. How you pushed yourself onto Billy, collapsing on his chest. “Let's go,” you tell him, stepping away. “Jerk,” you repeat, failing to hold back the smile.

@chloe-skywalker

#imagine billy #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #imagine billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x y/n #billy stranger things #stranger things imagine #imagine stranger things

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artemislian2003 · 2 years

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Roy: Yeah right! Artemis. Even if you bribed him, he would still pick me over you!

Artemis: Oh Really! How much you wanna bet!

Roy: Don’t embarrass yourself.

Artemis: Embarrass myself! If I wanted to embarrass myself, I would change my name to blue arrow!

Roy: Oh! Now you’re going to start making fun of code names! Huh!

Artemis: You bet!

Roy: Well I’m not about to play your silly kid games!

(Wally and Dick walk in)

Artemis: Silly kid games! You are so gonna get it!

Roy: Ha! You couldn’t defeat me even if you tried!

Artemis: Don’t make challenges that you will be too chicken to follow through with!

Roy: Too chicken!

Wally: Woah! woah! woah! What’s going on?!

Artemis: Roy thinks Oliver would choose him over me because he is supposedly better at archery and combat training than I am! And because Oliver has known him longer!

Roy: I think that because it’s true!

Wally: How can you be so sure!

Dick: Yeah! Have you ever put your opinion to the test?

Roy: Well, no.

Wally: Then you can’t say that it’s true!

Dick: Calm down Wally. Ok. Let’s solve this problem logically. Let’s do a fighting match! Artemis against Roy!

Wally: What! Are you crazy!

Artemis: It’s ok Wally! Let’s do it!

Roy: Fine!

(Moments later in the sparring room, Wally is preparing Artemis while Dick gets Roy ready)

Wally: Artemis! You don’t have to do this. This is ridiculous!

Artemis: Why? Because you think I will lose?!

Wally: No! I just don’t want to see you get hurt.

(Artemis looks at Wally in shock)

Artemis: Wally. I never realized. I…I feel the-

Dick: Ok guys! You ready?

Artemis: Absolutely!

(Roy and Artemis step into the ring looking both blood thirsty as ever towards each other)

Dick: Begin!

(Artemis races towards Roy, jumps up onto his neck and starts hitting him in the face. Roy grabs Artemis strong yet small body and flips her over his head and slams her on the ground)

Artemis: Aaah!

Wally: Artemis!!!

Dick: It’s ok Wally. She’s strong.

(Artemis, “using her lower body strength” wraps her legs around Roys waist, pulling herself off the ground and plunging her head into his face)

Roy: Aaaaah!!! You little…!

Wally: Yeah!! Get him Artemis!

Roy: I thought you were my friend!

Wally: I am but…

(While Roy is still recovering from the blast, Artemis starts treating him like a punching bag)

Roy: Uh…uh…uh

Wally: Woooohoooo!!! Artemis!!!!

(Roy, “having enough of Artemis” uses his fist and plunges all his strength into her stomach)

Artemis: Aaaah!!!!

Wally: Artemis!!

Dick: Oooh! That’s gotta hurt!

(Roy, taking the advantage, trips Artemis “full force” onto the ground)

Artemis: Woah!!!

(The fall nearly stuns Artemis, leaving her sprawled out on the ground)

Dick: One…Two…Three…Winner!

(Roy spits out the blood while taking deep breaths)

Wally: Artemis!!!

Artemis: Uuuh!

Wally: It’s ok! I’ve got you!

(Wally races Artemis into her room, leaving Dick to help Roy. Meanwhile, Wally lays Artemis gently on her bed and quickly grabs a bucket of warm water with a cloth. While softly wiping the blood off Artemis’ face, Wally looks at her in pure enchantment. Artemis groaningly looks up at Wally noticing him gazing passionately at her)

Artemis: Uuuh. What happened?

Wally: You fought against Roy, remember?

Artemis: Oh yeah. And I lost. Great! Now I’m never going to hear the end of it.

Wally: That doesn’t matter Artemis! You are pretty badly injured.

Artemis: I’ll be fine.

(Wally still helping Artemis by removing the blood, leans closer)

Wally: Artemis. I never realized how beautiful your eyes are.

(Artemis looks at Wally who is completely mesmerized by her eyes)

Artemis: Uh, thanks Wally. Nobody has ever said that to me before.

(Artemis leans in closer to Wally. Slowly, Wally put his hand behind her head moving her closer to his lips and they then begin to share a most passionate kiss. It is now as though Artemis had gained all her strength as she continues to kiss Wally. As they slowly begin to stop, Artemis and Wally resume gazing into each others eyes)

#i love wally and artemis #artemis and wally #young justice #dc comics #B.C.M. Writing

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