#peep the arm kinda just resting beside
Text
Family shenanigans
#hange zoe#attack on titan#levi ackerman#levihan#commander hange#hanji zoe#captain levi#hans zoe#but fr they would be such good parents#also#Levi using the smallest bits of physical contact#like a cat#peep the arm kinda just resting beside#my cat does that too when he doesn’t want to cuddle but wants to be close#he’ll rest his paw on my leg or foot#anyways point is#Levi is the same imo#wants to show affection but doesn’t wanna be close
20 notes
·
View notes
Text
Alastor x Gn!Reader
Favoritism pt.1
part 2
————/////————————//////
Synopsis: the others notice a certain Deer Demons positive behavior regarding one of the staff. (Reader)
a/n: reader is portrayed as pretty meek and quiet. At least upon first meeting people, and I may continue that trait in part 2 or have them open up a bit more.
———————————————/—/——————
“Don’t ya think it’s kinda…I dunno..weird?”
Charlie’s shiny eyes snapped up from the sparkly cards and glue strewn across the living room table. “What’s weird?” Angel hummed, one set of arms crossed thoughtfully as his eyes swept towards the far corner, watching a certain Radio Demon quietly chat with one of the hotels…”staff” members.
“That Smiles, is so sweet on (Y/n) and not the rest of us?” His hand waved around dramatically, watching Charlie’s eyes widen as they spun towards the aforementioned duo, studying them for a moment for any sign of irregular behavior on the deer demons part. Although not much could be considered regular in regards to him
“I’m pretty sure Alastor is just as much of a prick to them as he is to everyone else.” Vaggie huffed from her spot on the couches armchair, a small magazine in hand that she carefully tried to cut apart for the days craft. Scrapbooking, if it wasn’t clear. “…your markers bleeding babe..”
“Oh shoot!”
Angel guffawed, bolting up right and letting his arms flail wildly in disbelief. “No way toots! Don’t you remember when he first brought them ovah? As one of ‘s lil “Helpahs”?” He turned, “Huskers you know what I’m on about don’t ya?”
The grumpy cat deflated with a sigh, setting down a freshly cleaned glass just to pick up another and start again. “That demon, plays with souls and sinners like no other shitlord out there. And that one,” his clawed finger shot out to point dagger straight at you “just so happens to be his favorite. End of story.”
Charlies lips pursed at that, a small shimmer in her expression that made Vaggies brow furrow in stress, watching her lover fall back into her own mind and remember the hotels first ever introduction to you.
—————
“Now my friends, I do have one more favor to cash in on. I expect you all on your best behavior in regards to them..” His red eyes lingered on Angel with a sneer. “I won’t take kindly to any damage done by your hands.” The static that swelled behind his words reached its peak, before muffling once a small figure materialized just beside him.
A clawed hand curled atop your shoulder and if not for the familiar chill, perhaps you would’ve jumped, but the buzz of static and the crackle of a radio was a comforting sound you had grown all too close to.
“Now, this sweet thing is (Y/n), a special little friend of mine who will help you, though- mainly me, keep the hotel on tip top shape- isn’t that right dear?”
Your gaze darted around, and the others watched as you barely made a peep before a gentle smile pulled on your lips and you nodded..strange for someone in the company of the Radio Demon.
“What’s up with them? Can’t talk or what?” Angel mused, almost rudely, winking under your watchful eye that was almost..freakishly intense.
Alastor hummed and buzzed for a moment, gazing down at you in thought. “No No, just a bit shy is all. Always on the quieter side…”
“That won’t be a problem will it?” The static fluxed and swayed around them, shadows scratching at the walls of his underlying threat, that cut through the air.
……..
The princess was admittedly worried by your timid nature. You were almost…paranoid in a sense, looking as if you wanted to melt into the floor at any sign of confrontation, friendly or otherwise.
But…she did notice you seemed oddly at ease around the Overlord. Sticking close, though typically he was the one following you around as you did..whatever it is you were brought over to do.
She was even reminded of one instance, where you had been scuttling around, a stack of fresh dishes held precariously in your clammy hands as you made your way to the kitchen.
Charlie had been too busy at first to notice, she was speaking with Alastor about the future promotion of the hotel, when the loud sound of glass shattering rang through the room.
All heads snapped towards the cause, only to spot you, wide eyed and flat on the floor surrounded by dozens of broken plates and glasses.
Seemed you had tripped on a loose bit of tile.
Now, Husker just had been throughly..scolded by the Hotelier for dropping a bottle just a few hours prior, so the patrons and staff watched with baited breath as the ever encompassing form of the radio demon stalked towards your dejected form.
Vaggie had drawn her spear right as the crash had happened, ready to step in at any moment should she need.
But the others could only watch in surprise as you were gently ushered to your feet with soft dusts off your shoulder, and a little snap of clawed fingers. The mess disappeared in a flash, and your uniform was carefully adjusted by the tall red deer who softly scolded you.
“Now now my dear. You must remember not to overwork yourself. Can’t have you in poor shape now can we?” His words were condescending at best, paired with the gentle pinch of your cheek, but for whatever reason you seemed hardly put off, simply nodding shyly and quickly darting off to continue your next list of….errands, the deers ears swiveled in your direction till you vanished through the corridor.
——/
“Do you think they’re-?”
“Fuckin?”
“I was gonna say dating..” Charlie trailed off uncomfortably, watching tensely as Alastor almost…”playfully” whisked you around the parlor.
“They’re not.” Husks gruff voice cut through, dipped in firm belief that he was right. “That fucker has an angle no matter what, and whatever special treatment they’re receiving is just to follow through with it. That guy can’t even conceptualize caring about someone like that.”
Clearly that incident was still fresh on his mind as he mumbled quietly about how he was cut off from all booze the following week to, help clear his “shaky hands”.
The others grimaced, Vaggie especially as Charlie’s big eyes welled with fat tears. “That’s..that’s so sad!” She wailed, collapsing into her girlfriend’s arms, her reaction subtly mirrored by Sir Pentious who had slithered into the conversation.
“Wh..why are we crying??” He hissed, greated with rolled eyes from the spider and cat, and a dejected sniffle from the princess.
“Al-Alastor’s never been in love!!” She sobbed dramatically, Vaggie cooing in her ear while her hand rubbed her back soothingly.
“Oh..?” The snake perked up, a confused tilt to his head. “But aren’t Alassstor and (Y/n) …?”
“That’s what we’re trying to figure out! He totally dots on them don’t he Snakes??”
The engineer nodded rapidly, scales shimmering in the dim living room light.
“I told you morons, they’re not and never will-“ Husks aggravation of the topic was clear, the scrubbing of his glass a tad more aggressive.
“But…I jussst ssssssaw them kisssssing the other day…? Up on the terrace?”
…..
“Ex-fucking scuse me?”
#hazbin x reader#hazbin hotel#x reader#hazbin hotel lucifer#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel alastor#alastor x reader#hazbin alastor#charlie morningstar#hazbin hotel husk#huskerdust
3K notes
·
View notes
Text
ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴇᴘ, ꜱᴜɢᴀʀ
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Testing out all of the Peeps flavors with Bucky.
Warnings: Fluff.
“Look—this one’s sour watermelon. That one’s root beer float, that one’s fruit punch, regular, pancakes with syrup, chocolate pudding, cotton candy, kettle corn.” You point out all the flavors laid out on the table. Bucky looks uneasy.
“Doll, are you sure about this?” He scratches the bridge of his nose with his middle finger, his brows furrowed.
“It won’t be horrible. Besides—you only have to take a bite. I’m sure at least one of these are decent.” You tried to reassure him.
“Alright. I trust you.” He exhales slowly. “What first?” His hands rested on his hips.
Bucky didn’t celebrate Easter, or Christmas, but you and him often enjoyed the treats that became popular during those times of the year. Things like candy canes and those Little Debbie cakes, and, clearly, Peeps.
“I’m glad.” You grinned. “Hmm…how about sour watermelon?”
“Okay.” He exhaled again out of his nose. He moved his arms closer to his chest.
You opened the package, handing one marshmallow to him and getting one for yourself. “Cheers.” You smiled, and he tapped his marshmallow against yours, albeit amused.
You watched as his nose crinkled as tiny specks of sugar fell onto his fingers from the action. You took a bite of your marshmallow.
“It’s..not sour. Like, at all.” You realized.
He shook his head, setting the marshmallow onto the table.
“You don’t like it?” You laughed as he shook his head again.
“Tastes like..medicine.” He explained, and you smiled.
“Maybe a little,” you agreed. “Okay, okay. Next one.” You opened the fruit punch pack.
As soon as you tasted it you knew it was probably the worst one. “That is—not good.” You laughed. Bucky looked pained.
“I…I don’t even have the words.” He said softly.
“It’s in my teeth!” You scraped at your teeth with your tongue.
“That’s a flavor that never goes away.” He shook his head as if shaking away the feeling. “Blegh. Gross.”
“Okay—how about the normal ones? Guess I should’ve started with that, huh?”
“Probably,” he acknowledged.
You both tasted them.
“It’s not..that bad. It’s sweet.” He hummed. You nodded.
“How many of these do you think I could fit in my mouth?” You asked suddenly. You beamed, and he looked disappointed, though not surprised.
“Please do not try.” He said evenly.
“I’m gonna try.” You immediately didn’t listen to what he said. You shoved about four of those marshmallows into your mouth before you nearly choked.
“Yep.” Bucky snickered as you coughed.
You flipped him off, but there was nothing but joy in your eyes.
“These are all gross, huh?” He asked after a moment.
“Yeah, probably. But that’s what makes them good.” You took his hand in yours.
“Whatever you say, doll.” He grinned. “Whatever you say.”
A/n: happy Easter to those who celebrate. Also—peeps are nasty I do not care. But then again I just kinda hate marshmallows when they’re not roasted or melted or stuff like that.
graphics by @saradika-graphics
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x reader#bucky x you#easter#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes#marvel#mcu
64 notes
·
View notes
Text
Healing Red -Noctis Lucis Caelum-
masterlist | request
Prompt: i have a request bout noct where the reader is a white magician, however her powers turn red n strong when shes angry or sad (like scarlet witch), that happens sumtimes and then, when noct is in great danger, she cant control it and unleashes a massive amount of power and saves him, the rest is up to u :)
Pairing: Noctis Lucis Caelum / Reader
Summary:
Word Count: 900
A/N: I haven’t seen the wandavision series or anything else besides the main marvel movies, so the beginning scene is kinda ‘inspired’ from the age of ultron movie.
For a split second, your heart stopped. In front of you was Noctis, lying face down in the dirt. A Yojimbo stood over him. His sword raised far over and behind his head, ready to strike the fallen prince.
Your muscles exhausted from the endless battle. All attempts to stand quickly halted. Either by an enemy striking you or your own body giving out.
You glance up just in time to see the deamons sword begin it’s long decent down. From your position on the ground your arm reaches forward, hoping to summon a barrier or something protective.
Yet nothing happened.
Your body ached with each movement you made. Even the attempt to use magic drained all the energy you had.
With your last bit of strength you managed to pull yourself up to your knees. Head hung low, long panicked breaths. With one final burst of energy, you let out a scream.
Nothing else could be heard over the loud screech released from your mouth. Around you the enemies begin to fall. Their weapons and armor hitting the ground with a loud clank of metal slamming against various materials and objects.
Once the noise you were creating stopped, Everything went dark.
♡♡♡♡♡
For what felt like hours, you felt yourself slipping in and out of consciousness. Drifting into the darkness only to feel yourself constantly being moved. Body carried in someone arms, resting on a leather seat, gently placed on a soft sofa.
Slowly you begin to wake up. The silent void replaced with distant. Voices became clearer as words started to connect. You were able to recognize the tones and place them to a person. Ignis.
“I’m not sure on their situation. They’ve been out since we found them.” For a minute he was silent before speaking again. “Yes. I’ll keep you updated, Goodbye.”
Your heart almost broke at the sad tone within his voice. The royal retainer let out a long sigh, likely pinching the bridge of his nose. Before anymore could be said the sound of a door opening came.
“Any updates?” Ignis asked the new person. “Nope, I’m guessing nothing from you.” A deep voice answered. “They haven’t made a peep since we got them here. Prompto has yet to return.”
A creak filled the room before footsteps became louder then stopped in front of you. A hand found itself on your head while a voice softly whispered to you.
You stir slightly at the contact, causing the person touching you to jump back.
“Y/n” Ignis spoke half worried and half excited. Slowly you begin to open your eyes as they adjust to the bright light surrounding you.
In front of you stood 2 different men, both looking with different expressions. Ignis stood worried as he was unaware of how you were feeling while Gladio was excited with a small smirk resting on his bearded face.
“Glad to see you awake”
Gladio spoke first while moving to sit next to you while Ignis began hounding you with various questions.
A loud gasp caught all of you attention. Turning toward the doorway a smile similar to before spreads across your face. Standing by the opening, still in his winter coat, stood Prompto. Tears filled his eyes as he rushes to you with open arms.
“Does that mean Noct is also awake?” He whispered
You quickly pulled away with a worried and shocked expression. Even though you’ve only been awake for a few minuets, you failed to worry about the missing person.
“What wrong with Noc?” You questioned looking in everyone’s direction for an answer. Simultaneously everyone glanced toward the closed door.
As you walked toward it, reasons began to spill out
“He never woke up. We found the both of you alone in a field. He had wounds all over him. You, not so much but still unconscious.”
You closed your eyes and remembered back to that night.
You and Noctis surrounded by enemies. You defeat one and two more materialize in its place. Before you knew it, you were completely swarmed. Everywhere you look was covered by the unmistakable purple haze of a deamon.
While they weren’t attacked you physically. The magic usage itself was tiring enough to make it difficult to stand on your own.
Soon you fall to your knees in exhaustion, causing all but a handful of enemies to turn their attention towards Noctis - who is just as exhausted as you.
As the hoard of enemies begin to clear away from the prince, you glance up to see the damage only to see him lying on the ground.
Your eyes snap open at the memory of your power blast filling your head. Your heart begins to ache once you realize, you did this to him. Not only did you kill the the enemies, you also hurt the one you were trying to protect and save.
In a rush, you hurl yourself on the floor to kneel in front of the sleeping prince. You hand clasps around his. The other stood back with a confused look resting on their faces at your sudden outburst.
That shocked turned to amazement as both your hands and his begin to glow and red hue. Silent filled the room as everyone observed your actions from a distance.
The long silent finally lifted as a long groan filled the room as Noctis sat up rubbing his head.
#Final Fantasy#final fantasy imagine#final fantasy imagines#final fantasy x reader#final fantasy xv#final fantasy xv imagine#final fantasy xv imagines#final fantasy xv x reader#Noctis Lucis Caelum#noctis lucis caelum imagine#noctis lucis caelum imagines#noctis lucis caelum x reader#requested#im sorry for the title. i had nothing
67 notes
·
View notes
Note
:O requests opennn!
I need some switches Yuki and Kyo (Fruits Basket) or I might go feral 😔🤚
It could start off like, Kyo going to kick Yuki but Yuki just catches it and starts scribbling his soles 👀
The rest is up to you ☺️ (ofc you don't have to use my idea if it gets in the way of writing flow)
(Request are closed! This is an older one!)
AHHH YESH! I love me some Fruits Basket! I haven't written for the boys in forever, so this was a treat! I've gotcha covered, anon! :D
Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps)
@baby-tickles2022, @cupcake-spice13 @sarahmaystock5578 @rachi-roo @sevenincubistolemyheart @riisada @happy-trenchcoated-impala
CW: swearing, foot tickles
“You son of a-come here!”
Like many of their fights- Yuki had no idea how it started or how they escalated so. Thankfully after a while, he learned Kyo’s pattern.
Catching the ankle thrown his way, his nose crinkled with disgust at the smell of the cat’s foot directly in his face.
“Must your feet always stink?”
“Must you always be so ugly?” Kyo snarled back, hopping on his other foot as he regained his balance. He gave his trapped foot a tug with little success. “Let me go, you damn rat! What, you like feet or something?”
Yuki closed his eyes, praying for patience. And after he just promised Tohru they’d try to get along more. The world had a funny way of taking his words and throwing them back in his face.
Looking at Kyo, then at the foot in his face, a new- hopefully Tohru approved idea came to mind as he smirked.
“Not really, but since you’ve so kindly given this to me..” He reached out, curling his fingers against the sole. “I might as well make the most of it.”
Whatever snark Kyo had to throw at him vanished instantly with a scream- his body all but collapsing into himself. Miraculously, he was still standing- looking like a deformed flamingo as he snickered. “Yohohohou fuhuhuhuhucker! Gehahahahah, geehhehet ohohohoff! Gehehehhet ohohohoff my fohohohohoht! Ahehahhahha!”
“Hmm? Whatcha say? I can’t understand you- try speaking up.” Yuki grinned as he carried on scribbling into the redhead’s foot, watching him slowly crumble to the floor before him. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”
“Screhehehehhw yohohohou! Aheahhaha-AH!” His body jerked, sending him flat on his back. With nothing to hold him up, he just kinda flopped against the floor mats as his foot was relentlessly tickled. “FUUHUHUCK!” He was gonna die- this was the end of Kyo Sohma, the cursed cat. His feet weren’t even that ticklish- what the hell-
“Heh.” Yuki let out a small snort.
Nevermind. Death was overrated.
Kyo felt his temper spike at that small noise. Putting in all his strength, he yanked his foot harshly towards himself, knocking the rat off balance. With the tickles briefly paused, Kyo took his chance to shoot up and grab his arm, pulling him down beside him. “Gohohotcha, you jeeherk!”
“Sh-” Yuki didn’t get a chance to swear, squeezing his mouth shut the second Kyo’s hand latched onto his lower ribs. He gripped his wrist, eyes squeezed shut and lips twitching as he tried to scoot to safety.
“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue, rat boy?” Kyo growled down at him, quickly throwing himself across his hips so Yuki couldn’t escape. Moving up to his middle set of ribs finally got the laughs he was looking for. “That’s right- you better laugh for me!”
“Shuuhuhuhush! Geheha-freehhahahaking cahhahat, gehehhet!” Yuki yelped out through his giggles, pulling at Kyo’s hands as they walked up his ribs. “Waahahit, wahahhait hahahang ohoohohn!”
“Wow, you’re pretty ticklish, aren’t you?” Kyo’s delight was mixed with a touch of awe, grinning like a cheshire cat as he tapped along Yuki’s highest ribs. The pale haired boy yelped through his giggles, squeezing his arms tightly against his sides as his breathy laughter increased. “Oo, is this a bad spot? Or is it…”
Kyo dragged it out, ready to burrow his hands into Yuki’s armpits and see just how bad they were. Yuki seemed to realize what was about to happen and reacted accordingly.
“Eh! Ehehehahaha, nohohoh wahahahy! Hohohold ohoohhn!” The redhead yelped hands grabbed his waist, squeezing rapidly and making him retract. “Dahahhahamn it! Gehahahahaha!”
“Theehere..now gehhet ohohohoff!” Yuki huffed through his giggles, sitting up and following Kyo down as he carried on his attack. “Now, if I were to guess where you’d be most ticklish…”
“Dehahahahahahahhahahaha! Gehahahaha-AH! YUHUUHUHKI!” Kyo squawked when fingers dug into his belly, torn between arching away from the floor and curling up. He settled for a sort of flailing gesture. “DOHOHOHON’T NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHRE!”
“Why not? This spot seems to be pretty bad, no?” Now composed, Yuki pulled himself to his knees, scooting after the other’s thrashing form as he carried on tickling. “I think I’m starting to understand why cats don’t like belly rubs.”
“SHUHUUHUHT THE HEHEHELL UHUHUHP! AHEHAHAHHA!” Once again, Kyo found himself on death’s door- knocking away to the tune of that one show Tohru and Momiji liked. He was sure he was gonna survive this time. “DAHHAHAMN RAHHAHAHT! CUHUHUUHT IT OHOHOOUT!”
“Hmm…alright.” Yuki yielded, pulling his hands back as he watched Kyo collapse, gasping for air. He was laughing- Kyo could hear him fighting down the snickers behind his hand. “You look so mad. Like that one cat on the internet.”
“You did not just compare me to Grumpy Cat!” Kyo twisted around to glare, but the look only made Yuki laugh harder. Any immediate annoyance he began to feel faded rather quickly at the sight, leaving Kyo fighting down his own laughs. “I hate you so much right now.”
“Hate you too.” Yuki grinned at him, no malice in his words. A comfortable silence fell between them as Kyo spread out on his side, slowly recovering. In his vision, he found Yuki’s socked foot.
Curious, he reached out and gave the sole a scribble.
“AH!” Yuki squeaked. Squeaked! A proper mouse squeak too! Kyo gaped as he looked at him, watching Yuki’s face burn. “Don’t you dare..”
“Oi, Rat.” Kyo grabbed his ankle, eyes gleaming as Yuki shrank away. “I always dare.”
Thanks for reading!
#fruits basket#kyo sohma#yuki sohma#tickle#tickle fic#squiggily writes the things#fluff#the boys being dorks
23 notes
·
View notes
Note
Okay, I am in love with your yandere!Penelope headcanons. It’s so easy to imagine both OG!Penny and Siyeon!Penelope in that scenario, they feel so in character, which can be super tricky to do so all the kudos and love to you! But that mention of Callisto got me wondering what sort of yandere he might be? Especially since Siyeon told him that she doesn’t like blood/death/violence in canon, so while he is yandere, he’s definitely toning it down for her. What would he be like if Penelope was also yandere? Have a great rest of your week!
Oh AWWWWWW thank you sm for loving my yandere! headcanons for her!! <333 And especially so for saying that they were in character instead of OOC I was kinda scared they might be ngl lololol And oooohhh, I suppose since we know he's yandere in canon I didn't think to make headcanons for him since he shows all the signs...but that's a very hot imagine...
Callisto's eyes were narrowed at the sight of Penelope fending off an overly eager suitor, his hands ached to wrap themselves around the man's throat.
How he wished he could just stride over without a care in the world, just as he used to in the past, and break the man's neck right in front of her- just to show her, he can.
But Penelope wasn't one for blood, nor violence, having used her gun to fight off the monsters but retched over the side of the boat after seeing an arm flying over the side, bone still showing from where it was hacked off.
Oddly enough, he sees Penelope side step the man's next attempt at touching her, making eye contact with him as he raises his eyebrows at her sudden sneer.
Why was she-
Oh.
His lips curled up into a deadly smile as he gave listless remarks to the gaggle of women that had surrounded him while he had been staring at Penelope in the corner.
For he could hear her heels clacking on the marble floor as she made her way over to him, could hear the snap of her fan opening and he finally makes eye contact with her again once more as the women visibly tremble before her arrogant glare.
"Excuse me, I must speak with his highness."
One of the less nervous ladies, a recent debutante, pipes up, "His highness is busy!" ignoring how Penelope was positively radiating death from her beautiful lacy red dress.
Callisto wanted nothing more than to claim her right then and there, to press his lips against her pale neck, to leave an etching of his teeth so everyone could see that she was taken, that she was his.
Penelope gives her a snide look before snapping her fan shut, smoothly stepping around the lady as the rest part before her like water. She's beside him now, proudly standing her ground, and she slips her hand into the crook of his arm that was already waiting for her move.
"I believe his highness is now preoccupied with me." Now buzz off- before I make mincemeat of you- is what she doesn't say aloud.
Ah, Callisto smothered his grin into his glove, leading her away and into the gardens before he presses her up against a pillar.
Her hands around his neck, her sweet moans in his ears as he hikes her leg up around his waist, pressing kisses up her chest and onto her lips, "Mine, mine, mine- all mine, Penelope."
And she returns his love in full, her eyes darken, locking onto a peeping lady in the bushes as she presses against him harder, her nails digging into his back as she licks up his ear. "Only ever yours... Callisto."
#penelope eckhart#penelope eckart x callisto regulus#callisto regulus#vadtd#vadd#ditoeftv#villains are destined to die#penelope eckart
50 notes
·
View notes
Text
-* warmth *-
~ C.S ~
———————————————————
description : )
you and Chris had been dating for a while and this was just a small core memory being made on a normal day after a long day at Highschool.
⚠️: pet names (mama, baby), no smvt!, suggestive behavior, lovey dovey :)
After a long day at Highschool with Chris you two had finally came home. you and your Chris had thrown your backpacks on the couch as soon as you each stepped through the door.
I had sighed before walking to the kitchen counter and leaning over it and turning on my phone is relief of finally being home. Good thing that I’m a couple of months I’ll graduate with the love of my life and get out of school— well.. unless I decide to go to college.
I felt two hands creep up on my waist and a face nudge into my neck from behind.
“Wanna lay down mama? You look sleepy.” Chris said keeping his face in the crook of my neck while looking and peeping his eyes to look at my phone waiting for my response.
I yawn slightly and press the button on the side of my phone, turning it off as the screen faded black. “I love how you read me like a book.” I smile before turning around and wrapping my arms around Chris.
Chris let his smug laugh escape his lips before he swiftly slipped his hands to grip my ass and lift me up into his arms.
I wrapped my legs around Chris’ waist and returned the intimate moment by now laying my head onto his shoulder as he held me.
Chris was now smoothly walking to our room. By the time we got there he closed the door once we had both entered the room. He had walked over to the right side of the bed and pulled the covers back and gently laid me into it.
“Rest mama. We’ll be out of school officially in no time.” Chris had mumbled before kissing the side of my neck, up to my cheek, and he eventually placed a soft kiss on my lips.
I let out a small happy squeal before Chris walked over to the left side of the bed and laid down beside me. he had wasted no time to quickly pull the covers over us and pulled my closer by my waist. As he sniffed in my scent through my shirt.
“Damn baby, you smell so good.” he smiled as he kissed up my collar bone. I felt his hands tickle up under my shirt and onto my back. His cold hands against my warm back send a shiver down my spine and gave goosebumps to my arms.
fuck. He knew how to get to me, this moment was honestly too good to let slip away. The feelings of his cold and large hands on my back sent butterflies rushing to my stomach.
“Chris, we should probably change out of these clothes.. this is kinda unsanitary being in bed with our school clothes on.” I said sighing, almost as if it’s not just broken the intimacy of the moment but also my desire to keep this moment going.
Chris’ eyes rolled at the thought of me wanting to even get up from his grasp. He didn’t hesitate to speak. “Just take off your clothes. You’re acting like I haven’t already explored what’s under them.” He chuckles trying to be all jockish and to act smug.
I smacked Chris’ arm playfully and giggled “Gosh— who’s freaking boyfriend are you. Lord.” I laughed ruffling up his hair as I also rolled my eyes jokingly.
“Yours of course.” He said squinting and letting out his cute little smile. Ugh. That happy little face was seriously to die for. I pinched his cheek that popped out at me when he smiled.
Chris had playfully squealed like a little girl and pushed my hand away. He held his red cheek and laughed “ow! Damn ma!” He was laughing through his words and even his laugh was enough to send sparks to my heart.
I giggled along with him before he I removed his hand from his cheek and pressed our foreheads together. “You’re just a big softy, aren’t you?” I mumbled while keeping my eyes closed, just embracing this moment between us.
Chris’ chuckle sent vibrations through his throat. He sighed and slightly hesitated before answering, because at school he had always kept up his ‘jock’ and ‘frat’ front. “I just love you—“ his own chuckle had cut him off. “Hehe— I guess you can read me like a book too.” He said before pushing our foreheads back and laying a kiss on my lips.
I had dug my fingers into his hair and wrapped my leg around him under the covers that were keeping our bottom half warm from the December weather that seeped into our home. His lips were soft and warm, almost made this entire day feel like summer all over again.
When we had finally and naturally released our kiss my mind felt as if it was racing faster than my heart beat. “I love you Chris.” I said wrapping my arms around Chris tighter with love and genuine affection.
“I love you too baby.” Chris said through my smile and as if he was in total awe. He wrapped his arms under mine and around my waist. As the winds of the outside weather whistled through our window seal.
I never thought that I’d feel this warm in the winter, maybe it was never summer I was looking forward to but it was the feelings of feeling warm in somebody else’s arms.
——————————————————————————
Hey! This was kinda quick but it was just something short I’ve been wanting to write & ofc it’s not perfect because it’s sorta rushed.
also again, I’m new to writing and honestly am only use to writing biography’s lol.
If you enjoyed this, you can like it and maybe give requests to get my mind up and working again for some writing!
sincerely, Jordyn .
19 notes
·
View notes
Text
Dungeons & Drabbles 2023
Day 6 - Sanctuary
(Fell a lil' behind there, oops!!!)
--------------------------------------
FCG/Imogen - ModernHuman AU
It was strange how great a difference two doors, a janky box of a lift and a little fresh air could make. Away from the hustle and bustle of the nightclub below, Imogen felt free to just be. And she wasn't the only one who seemed to feel that way, judging by the sigh of relief dropped by her sweetheart beside her.
“Glad to be free of the storm too, darlin’?” Imogen playfully asked, dropping down into one of the waterproof beanbags that the owner of Spire By Fire so graciously provided for their less than… wild patrons.
And by wild she meant the kind of people that enjoyed getting shit faced, surrounded by like, one hundred other drunk idiots, with music blaring so loud she could feel it in her teeth, as one stumbled around, blinded by the colorful, flashing lights.
If Fearne and Ashton hadn't insisted upon a ‘double date’, then neither of them would even be here. Clubs had never really been their thing.
“I’m still not sure I really get the appeal of it,” Fresh Cut Grass retorted, wheeling over to join Imogen with a soft little chuckle. Wordlessly he extended a hand, which she took in a heartbeat, steadily helping them to their feet before helping her date-mate to settle down on the beanbag beside her. “It's a whole lotta noise and strangers gettin’ too close without sayin’ so much as hi! And I’m sayin’ this as a people person.”
“I think it takes a particular kind of people person, or just person in particular to enjoy this kinda scene. You know, the kind that enjoys… grindin’ on strangers who smell like cheap whiskey. And not havin’ workin’ eardrums the next morning.”
Fresh Cut Grass hummed, shuffling just a tad before Imogen felt the familiar weight of his head resting upon her shoulder, drawing a tender smile to tug at her otherwise tired lips.
“You know, I think I’d like comin’ back here!” Fresh Cut Grass chirped, feeling Imogen's surprised scoff as she slipped an arm around his waist, fingertips tracing languid swirls as her hand came to rest upon their hip.
“You gotta be shittin’ me, Letters. You looked about ready to snap down there! Not that I’m blamin’ ya, I was damn well ready to start throwing fists after the third guy ’accidentally’ bumped into me.”
“Oh. No. Not down there! That’s a sensory and navigation nightmare!” They quickly assured her, hands waving nervously for just a moment. “I mean… up here. It's real nice. The moon’s out, we can barely hear a peep outta all the noise downstairs, and… it’s just the two of us. It's kinda like we got our own private sanctuary!”
The fairy lights that decorated the railings and trimmings all about this rooftop hideaway twinkled sweetly around them, reminding Imogen of the stars of her hometown. The big city was awful for stargazing, something she had whined about countless times to Laudna.
Right now though, light polluted sky hardly phased her, drowned out potted shrubbery and little trees, by the rainbow of blossoms and blooms that surrounded them, all only made that much prettier by the way they reflected in Fresh Cut Grass’ bespectacled baby blues.
The world had always looked so much prettier, shimmering back at her through his ever sparkling eyes.
“A sanctuary, just for you and me,” Imogen whispered, low and sweet. “I like the sound of that. Our own lil’ slice of heaven.”
A tender hand cradled Fresh Cut Grass’ cheek, and Imogen’s heart went absolutely aflutter as she felt them lean into it… and then began to race as he shyly turned to lay a press a fleeting kiss upon her palm.
“Bein’ with you always kinda feels like this…” Came his own whispered reply, an admission just dripping an adoration that left Imogen’s face hotter than the fenced off little firepit that flickered just a few feet before them.
“I guess… bein’ with you is kinda like a sanctuary all of its own!” Fresh Cut Grass finished with a warm, easy laugh, before dipping in and dropping a kiss right to the tip of their girlfriend’s burning nose.
A kiss that she swiftly stole, her lips upon theirs in an adoring mess of a sudden kiss.
Not that Fresh Cut Grass minded.
No, they didn't mind this at all.
#dungeons & drabbles#drabblewrimo#critical role#fcg#cr fcg#imogen temult#FCG/Imogen#FCG x Imogen#bells hells#Southern Comfort#Mind Meld#modern human au#Day 6 - Sanctuary#dungeons & drabbles 2023
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
this means war // colby brock
A/N: so, a fun fact about me is that i go thru these weird addictions of rewatching old shows i used to love. and a while back, the show i got back into was gossip girl. now, even tho i hate chuck bass bc of how much a terrible person he was, i gotta give credit to the creators of the show bc they always gave him some of the most interesting scenes playing off of blair, especially when they hate each other. this fic is based off of season 2 episode 2. i may or may not have pulled some lines directly... i'm only so creative yall lol hope you like ! please let me know what you think :)
prompt: you and colby used to hook up, but then you called things off when he couldn't give you more. now that you're newly taken, colby isn't handling the news well. || fem!reader x colby brock
title based off of the song "this means war" by marianas trench
trigger warning: light SMUT, sexual tension, cursing, no actual sex but hella mentions of it, mentions of good girl, angsty, cheating???, slight dubcon possibly too
word count: 2249
~~~~~~~~~~~~
“I can't believe you leave for three months, and you come back with a boyfriend. That's crazy, Y/N!” Kat exclaimed, taking a sip from her solo cup.
I smiled brightly, my arm tightening around my boyfriend Ryan. “I know! But I just couldn't help myself. The moment I met Ryan, I just knew... God, that sounds so cheesy!”
He grinned down at me, kissing my blushing cheek. “No, it doesn't babe. I love the way you express yourself.”
I stared up into his eyes, cupping his face sweetly.
Sam coughed, clearing his throat. “So, Ryan, where are you originally from?”
Ryan turned to Sam confidently, my hand dropping from his face. “Iowa. A really small town. That was something me and Y/N immediately bonded on. Also, our love for baking.”
“You love baking? That's... so cool.” Sam nodded his head, looking at me, “Y/N, I didn't know you love baking.”
I scoffed jokingly. “Of course! It's a passion of mine. Well, it became even more of a passion once I met Ryan.” I let out an extra loud laugh, “The way this man bakes a cake!”
“Oh stop it, Y/N,” he swatted at my arm lightly, then his tone turned serious. “It's all about patience and perfecting your craft.”
Sam’s eyes widened, quickly glancing at Kat. “...I can only imagine. Hey, why don't I show you around the rest of the house? Maybe introduce you to the other peeps out by the pool.”
“That would be awesome, Sam!” Ryan followed Sam as he began to walk, turning back to me, “Babe? I'll see you later, okay?”
“Of course! Have fun. Come back soon.” I giggled, waving goodbye.
Ryan blew me a kiss and trudged with Sam into the backyard. Once they were out of sight, Kat grabbed my arm and pulled me into the kitchen, where there was no one around.
She placed her drink down on the counter with all the other alcohol, crossing her arms. “Okay, girlie. Spill.”
“What? What are you talking about Katrina?” I glanced down at the ground, taking a long swig of my drink.
She smacked my arm. “Don't Katrina me. You know exactly what I'm asking... who the fuck is that man?”
“He's my boyfriend.” I stated.
“Yeah, I know that. I've been listening to the two of you for the past hour talk about meeting on your two week trip to Miami that extended into three months.” Kat sighed, closing her eyes tightly, and then looking back at me. “How the hell did that happen?”
“Look, I always... kinda intended on staying in Miami for the summer.” I mumbled, shrugging.
Kat reacted dramatically. “What? And not take me?”
I reached over, grasping her hand. “I needed to leave. And besides, it wasn’t a full-on vacation. I was staying with an aunt of mine down there. Ryan is her neighbor and pool boy. I didn't really intend on dating him." My mind wandered for a moment, "Or anyone…”
She squeezed my hand sweetly. “I never saw you as the type to fuck the pool boy.”
I cracked a smile, shoving her hands away. “Kat!”
She beamed mischievously. “What? C'mon Y/N. I’m just surprised you would date someone so… preppy looking. That man looks nothing like your past exes.” She glanced at me as she grabbed her drink, “Like Colby.”
I glared. “Me and Colby never dated, so he can't really be an ex.”
“Well, then you left LA for three months over a friends-with-benefits that went sour...” Kat scrunched up her face. “Doesn't sound as nice.”
I deadpanned. “Sounds pretty lame.”
“Can I ask you something, genuinely?” Kat’s voice lowered.
I exhaled. “I'm all ears.”
“Are you actually into him? Or are you just getting with him because of Colby?” She questioned, pouting.
I tried to make her believe me. “At first it was just a rebound, but I do like him now.”
“Do you love him?” She asked.
No. “...I could, at some point.” I huffed, leaning back against the counter. “I can't sit and wait for Colby to make a decision that he clearly doesn't want to make.”
“Well, is at least the sex good?” She joked, biting her lip.
I groaned. “We... haven't.”
“What?!” Kat yelled, her jaw dropping.
I shushed her, furrowing my brows. “You are obnoxious sometimes; you know that right?”
“So, if you guys aren't hooking up, what are you doing?” She argued.
“I mean, we've done some stuff. Just not everything. We mostly just talk.” I explained.
She raised an eyebrow. “Him or you?”
I muttered. “I think you already know that answer.”
“He at least talks about other things besides baking... right?” Kat jeered.
“Did you know cream of tartar is a byproduct of wine?” I remarked, my tone dry.
Kat puzzled. “What?”
“Exactly.” I grunted, bringing my drink to my lips.
I gazed behind Kat, choking quickly on my drink. Colby was sauntering over to us, a cute smile on his face.
Fuck. Not cute. Ugly. An ugly smile.
I beamed at Kat, taking her hand. “But honestly, that's my favorite thing about Ryan! He's just so smart. And not just mentally, but emotionally too.”
Kat cocked her head to the side. “What are you-”
I cut her off as Colby grew closer. “I'm honestly so surprised that someone as amazing as him would want to date me.”
“Do you really think you don't live up to his standards?” Colby inquired, standing next to Kat.
Kat looked at him for a moment. “Oh hey Colby.”
“Hey Kat.” He smiled down at her and then turned back to me, “That would be a shame if he did that to you.”
“Did what to me, Colby?” I sassed bitterly.
“Made you feel less confident in yourself. That was always something I found sexy about you.” His eyes glimmered at me.
I glared, our eye contact intensifying.
“...I'm gonna go find Sam.” Kat pointed to the door, slowly backing away and leaving.
I should have stopped her.
Colby’s face softened. “Hello, Y/N. You look extra tan.”
“Three months away from here did me some good in more ways than one.” I smiled sweetly.
He nodded, his head dropping for a moment. “I can only imagine. So, when do I get to meet this lovely new boyfriend of yours? Brian?”
“Ryan. He's being shown around by Sam.” I replied.
“How nice of Sam. So, are you curious as to what I did for the three months you weren't here?” He questioned innocently.
I pursed my lips walking towards the window. “Let me guess, fucked some random girls? You know, since you're single and unattached?”
Colby whistled, following me. “You definitely came back feistier. That was also one my favorite things about you...” His voice lowered, “your bratty behavior.”
I rolled my eyes. “Well, I only act this way with you, which actually reflects poorly on you more so than me.”
“You and I did always know how to have fun,” he responded cockily. Then he gazed out the window, “so, which one is Brian?”
I held back another eye roll, pointing towards my boyfriend. “Ryan is standing next to Kevin and Sam, by the pool.”
Once Colby’s eyes landed on Ryan, he snorted. “The living ken doll? That's your new thing?”
“Yes. And what about it?” I quipped, sharply spinning my body towards him.
“Nothing. Nothing. I just...” He choked back a laugh.
I placed my free hand on my hip, my voice harsh. “What?”
“He just looks so...” Colby trailed off, still looking at Ryan.
“Handsome? Sexy? Alluring?” I bragged.
“Bland. Very bland. Like Wonder Bread.” He snickered, “Very Old Navy chic.”
I hissed, “Oh, I'm sorry he's not a walking billboard for luxury brands like you. But I happen to like that quality about him.”
“...Guess I struck a nerve. I'm sorry,” he took a step back, putting his hands up defensively. “And you're right. Maybe he's a bit bland on the outside, but I bet he's wild in other ways.”
I scowled. “Does everything have to revolve around sex with you?”
“When it's between me and you, absolutely.” He answered.
“Well, for your information, me and Ryan have an amazing sex life.” I lied confidently.
“That's great to hear. I wouldn't want you...” Colby’s eyes snaked down my body, returning to my eyes, “unsatisfied.”
I ignored the shiver I felt, sucking my teeth. “You don't have to worry. It's none of your concern anyway.”
Colby took a long pause, a sly smile coming to his lips. “...What's your favorite position with him?”
I furrowed my brows. “What?”
“Does he like to be on top or do you?” He queried, biting his lip.
I retorted, my jaw tense. "Are you really asking me these questions? God, you're so classy.”
I walked away from him in a huff, placing my drink down on the counter and leaning against it. I could feel Colby walk up behind me; his voice low in my ear. “Is he good with his hands? Is he more gentle or rough when he grabs you?”
“Like I would tell you.” I gulped.
“How about after making love... does he know you like to have your hair played with? How it puts you to sleep in seconds?” I could almost feel his smile against my skin as he closed the gap between us more.
“Of course he knows that.” I uttered, my voice faltering.
“Of course. Because he knows everything you like, right?” Colby softly pressed his body against me.
“Mmm-hmm.” I hummed, trying to ignore my stomach doing flips with Colby so close to me.
“How about during?” With his lips pressed against my ear, he whispered, “what names does he call you?”
I quietly gasped. “Colby, you can't-”
He cut me off, his voice slightly husky. “Does he say you're a good girl? Or do you only save that for special occasions, like when you actually listen?”
I tried to calm my breathing down, not wanting him to see how he was getting to me.
He continued on, “I bet he has a favorite one. Maybe it's ‘angel’, or ‘love’. Maybe even ‘darlin’... those were some of mine.”
Mine too.
“Does he know you have a sensitive spot behind you right ear?” Colby’s lips grazed the skin behind my ear as goosebumps raised across my body, “Right here, and your inner left thigh. Nibbling on those spots always left you so breathless.”
I nodded my head, biting my lip hard to hold back the moan that wanted to escape.
His hand drifted down my body, stopping on my upper thigh, “Does he know you like to be held down? Tied up? How you like feeling helpless?”
I whined, reaching for his hands. “Colby-”
He stopped my hands, lacing his fingers through mine and holding them down against the counter, away from my body.
“You always liked when I was a bit more rough with you. You loved when I handcuffed you and made it impossible for you to stop me from making you come over and over again.” Colby grunted.
I shuddered, feeling the wetness in my panties. “Y-you can't...”
“Has he done that? Has he made you come multiple times in one night?” He pressed me harder into the counter, my back arching into him. “Has he fucked you so good you pass out? How many times have you screamed his name?”
I couldn’t even speak, afraid I would tell the truth.
“Has he ever said…” Colby slid his lips across the back of my neck and over to my other ear, turning my face towards his mouth. Then in his breathiest whisper, he moaned, “be a good girl and come for me Y/N.”
I felt my hips twitch, begging for some friction to ease the wanton ache. My breaths were ragged, unable to catch up with the beating of my heart.
“Let me fuck you.” Colby demanded.
His tone brought me out of my daze. “What?”
“Let me fuck you, just one more time. God knows we both need it.” He muttered, biting his lip.
I shook my head, his hand falling from my face. “No. No. I-I can't I'm with-”
“Ryan. The man that hasn't fucked you in the three months you've been dating.” Colby emphasized.
My eyes widened, my mouth falling open. “What? How did you-?”
“The moment you walked into the house I've been paying attention to you. You and Kat talk very loudly when you think you’re alone,” he chuckled darkly. “Let me satisfy you, Y/N. You know I can. And I know you need it.”
I swallowed hard, annoyed. “I ended things for a reason Colby. No, I'm not gonna have sex with you. I hate you.”
His innocent smile came back as we looked at each other. “…Then why are you still holding my hand?”
I glanced down at our hands still interlocked on the counter. I ripped my hand away, sliding out from between him and the island I was pressed against.
Before I could say anything, I heard Ryan call my name.
"Don’t start a war you already lost, Cole.” I smirked, staring into Colby's eyes. “Coming Ryan!"
Colby narrowed his gaze as I left. I ignored the damp sensation in between my legs as I walked up to Ryan.
“You okay, baby? You looked flushed.” Ryan noted.
I nodded, tucking my hair behind my ear nervously. “Of course. Just… talking to an old friend.”
#colby brock#colby brock x reader#colby brock smut#colby brock fanfiction#colby brock fanfic#colby brock fic#colby brock angst#colby brock story
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
Too Far
pairing: rodrick heffley x gn!reader ; greg x platonic!reader (but it's mostly a sweet family fic between rodrick and greg)
warnings: cussing, rodrick thinks greg ran away/is missing, rodrick's probably ooc, uh idk what else
word count: 1.7k (why is this the longest thing i’ve written-)
summary: (takes place during rodrick rules) y/n has been a good neighbor and friend for a while now. either of the heffley boys can go to them for anything.
a/n: im a strong believer in the fact that rodrick has a soft side and he truly cares about his little brother. he doesn't show it a lot but it's there. i love rodrick so much so i wanted to try writing for him. sorry if it's ooc but i dunno, i like it. let me know what you think :)
--
You were watching tv, no clue what just happened in the house down the street, when there was a knock on the door.
You got up, groaning. Who would be here this late?
You opened the door, somewhat annoyed, until you saw that it was... Greg?
It was Greg, the young boy from down the street, with tears in his eyes.
You immediately wrapped an arm around him, leading him inside, “Woah, kid, what’s wrong?”
As the two of you sat back down on the couch, he choked out an answer, “R-Rodrick.”
“What did he do this time? Want me to beat his ass for you?"
A small smile crossed your face when you were able to make the boy chuckle.
He explained that him and Rodrick had a great night together but things went bad once they got home. He said that their parents found the pictures from the party last week, which you had attended, and both the boys got it trouble. But that wasn't why Greg was crying. He was crying because Rodrick was disappointed in him and said some hurtful things.
You didn't push any further. Greg was a tough kid, most of the time, so whatever Rodrick said must've been really bad.
"Wait," you said after a few minutes, "Do your parents know you're here?"
"N-no. I snuck out."
"Greg, you can't do that," you said sternly. You weren't angry, just worried.
"You and Rodrick both sneak out all the time," He tried to reason.
"That's different. We're both old enough to take care of ourselves. No offense, but you're still just a kid. If your parents find out they're gonna be worried sick."
"Can I just stay for a while longer? Please? Besides if they find out I'm gone, they'll probably check here first."
It was true. Greg and Rowley would come to your house sometimes, just to have a different place to hang out. Your parents were away a lot of the time so it worked out.
You were Greg's babysitter when he was in 5th and 6th grade. Ms. Heffley knew you were a responsible kid and she didn't exactly want Rodrick in charge. Now he's in 7th and he's trusted a bit more so you didn't have to take care of him anymore. During that time was when you and Greg got close. The two of you became friends.
You had gotten pretty close with Rodrick too. Especially since you had a lot of the same classes in school. The two of you had similar interests so you would hang out sometimes.
Of course, you couldn't say no to Greg.
You two sat and watched whatever he wanted to watch. You told him that he could have whatever he wanted from the kitchen, it didn't matter. He immediately searched for ice cream, making you laugh.
Soon there was another knock on the door. This time you looked out the peep hole.
"It's Rodrick," you whispered to Greg.
"I'm not here!" He whispered back, running up the stairs.
You waited until he was all the way upstairs, before you opened the door, "Rodrick? Hey, what's up?"
He looked back at you with panicked eyes, "(Y/n), you gotta helped me."
You ushered him in, just as you had done with his younger brother not long ago, and you two sat down. "Of course, what is it?"
"Well I- me and Greg got into a fight I guess? I said some stuff I shouldn't have. I- Fuck, (Y/n), I messed up... I took it too far."
You gently put a hand on his knee, "Hey, relax. You're okay. What do you mean you took it too far?"
"I told him that... I said 'you might be my brother, but you'll never be my friend'. W-We got in trouble for something and I got mad at him. Obviously I don't mean it, i-it just kinda slipped out."
"Okay, well, we both how Greg is. I'm sure he'll understand if you just tell him and apologize. You two will be fine," you offered him a soft smile.
To your surprise, he shook his head.
"That's not what I need your help with."
"Oh," was all you could say.
"I went to check on him a while ago because he's never been in this much trouble, I wanted to make sure he was okay. Mom and Dad were already asleep. I- I went into his room and... and he was gone. (Y/n), I don't know what to do."
You pulled him into a hug, him quickly latching onto you. You gently ran your fingers through his hair. "It's okay Rodrick. I'll help you find him."
Of course, you knew where he was. But you wouldn't give away Greg's spot if he didn't want you too.
Rodrick looked up at you, "You will?"
"Of course, let me get a jacket and we'll go."
You went up the stairs and into your room, where Greg was sitting on your bed.
"Dude, he-"
"I heard all of it. I understand."
"Oh good," you said, waking to your closet to get a jacket, "So, do you forgive him?"
"Of course, he's my brother," The two of you smiled.
As you pulled on your jacket, you asked, "Well what do you wanna do? He's ready to go searching for you."
"Maybe you two can drive around for a while and come back, and i'll just be on the sidewalk around here? I don't know, I just don't him to get at you for lying." He suggested.
You thought about it, nodding.
"Okay... but be careful, alright? Stay in here for like 15 minutes, then you can go out."
You went back downstairs and grabbed your keys. Rodrick followed you out and into your car.
"He couldn't have gone far, right?" He asked, bouncing his knee up and down.
"Nah, i'm sure he stayed close. Lets just check the neighborhood, yeah?" You said.
You drove around, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the center console where Rodrick was holding it tightly.
--
"H-he can't be gone. (Y/n), he can't!"
Of course, you haven't "found" Greg yet. Rodrick was freaking out.
You pulled over and pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles, his hand still in yours.
"Hey, Rod, it's okay. We'll find him, I promise."
Rodrick shook his head, his eyes becoming glossy. You felt bad for letting him believe Greg was really gone for so long, but you told Greg you'd stick with his plan. And you were true to your word.
"What if we don't?" His voice cracked.
"We will, I promise. But it's getting late and you should rest. We'll go looking for him first thing in the morning. I bet you he probably went to Rowley's house."
"Yeah... yeah, that makes sense," Rodrick nodded. "Thank you."
"You know I'd do anything for you. For Greg, too. I love that kid."
Rodrick smiled, hearing you speak so fondly of his younger brother. In that moment, he knew everything would work out.
You started driving back to the cul-de-sac you guys lived on. Rodrick leaned his head against the window and started to dose off, his hand still holding yours tightly.
Then you saw it. Greg walking on the sidewalk, just like he said he would.
"Rodrick! Dude!" You shook him awake.
"Huh? What?" He woke up, startled.
"Look!" You pointed over to Greg while pulling over.
Rodrick saw him and as soon as you stopped the car, he opened the door and stumbled out.
"Greg!" He called out to his younger brother.
Before Greg could even turn around, Rodrick had him engulfed in a hug. The display of affection obviously took Greg by surprised.
"Don't ever do that again," Rodrick paused, trying to come up with some sort of insult, "... dumbass."
"I won't, I promise."
You watched as the two brothers smiled at each other. A rare occurrence for sure, but a nice one.
Rodrick lightly pushed Greg towards the car and they both got in.
"Hey (Y/n)." Greg said from the back seat.
"Hey, kid, glad you're safe," You smiled back at him.
"Yeah."
"Had this guy close to bursting into tears," You snickered, gesturing towards Rodrick and trying to lighten the mood.
"Don't tell him that!" Rodrick mumbled as he nudged your arm. This only made you and Greg giggle more.
You saw a smile form on Rodrick's lips, despite him trying to hide it. Laughter was, indeed, contagious.
You poked his cheek, making him chuckle.
You started to drive towards the Heffley house, the mood in the car now light and playful. You pulled into their driveway and unlocked the doors.
"Go inside, twerp. I'll catch up." Rodrick said.
"Okay," Greg smiled, getting out and heading towards the door.
"(Y/n)... thank you." Rodrick said, his voice softer as he looked down at his shoes.
"For what?"
"I dunno, everything. I mean, who would get up in the middle of the night and help some loser look for their little brother?"
"Oh c'mon, Rodrick. I'd go to the ends of the earth for you or that kid. It's no big deal, really." You said.
"It is to me. Thank you," He finally looked up at you, and you could see the sincerity in his eyes.
"Anytime."
"Can I- um... can I try something?" He asked. His eyes darted away from you for a split second.
"Well, uh, yeah. Sure." You said, curious to as what wants to do.
Suddenly, Rodrick put his hand on your cheek and leaned in. You felt his lips press against yours softly and closed your eyes. The kiss lasted only a little bit, but it felt much longer.
You couldn’t lie. It felt amazing. Kissing Rodrick just felt so... right. It’s like your lips were made for each other.
He pulled back a little and you smiled, laughing softly.
"Is- Is that a good thing?" He asked.
"I dunno, you tell me."
You leaned in and kissed him again. He was quick to kiss back. Eventually you leaned back.
"You should get inside," Another kiss, "Don't want you getting in more trouble."
Rodrick's usual confidence came back and he smirked, "If it's for you, it's worth it."
"Shut up!" You laughed.
He chuckled and pecked your cheek, before walking to the door.
As you pulled into your own driveway, you smiled.
Your relationship with Rodrick Heffley had changed tonight. But you know it had changed for the better.
#rodrick heffley#rodrick heffley x reader#rodrick x reader#diary of a wimpy kid#diary of a wimpy kid rodrick#rodrick heffley x y/n#rodrick heffley fanfic#rodrick heffley imagine
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
Just Comfort Me? - KTH
Pairing: Taehyung x gn!reader
Genre: Best friends to lovers, fluff, hurt comfort kinda
Summary: After you get dumped Taehyung is there to comfort you in one way or another.
Warnings: None I think
Word count: 1.2k
Masterlist
"I just don't get why he broke up with me!" You burst into a fresh set of tears, the old ones only just settling into your skin. "On my birthday as well! I mean who does that to a person?" You whined into Taehyung's shoulder, his hand gently patting your back in an attempt to be comforting. In reality he had no idea why he was here. You were best friends, of course but he felt that someone who wasn't hopelessly in love with you should perhaps be the one to comfort you in your time of need. What was he supposed to say? 'You should just go out with me instead?' That would go well. He opted for joking sarcasm instead.
"Seonhwa apparently," he mumbled, just loud enough to get your attention. You smacked his chest lightly in frustration. He was being entirely unhelpful at the moment, not what you expected of him. He had never much liked your previous boyfriend, come to think of it. Maybe he was even relieved that he wouldn't have to make awkward small talk and force a smile through gritted teeth in his presence.
"You're terrible at this, you know that? You're supposed to be hugging me and telling me everything's going to be ok, obviously while saying that he doesn't deserve me and I was out of his league. What an awful best friend." You huffed and Taehyung responded by pulling you into him, as per your request. You snuggled into him, happy he showed you this side of him. You began to burry your head under his arm with a complaint about your low temperature as an explanation. Taehyung simply sighed from above you.
"He didn't deserve you, you know." You opened your mouth to protest but he began again: "And I'm not just saying that so shut your mouth I don't want to hear a single peep from you for the rest of the evening. What we're gonna do is put on a movie and eat popcorn and cuddle, okay?" You nodded sullenly at his instructions, given that he wasn't really giving you a choice in the matter. In all seriousness it didn't exactly seem awful, cuddled up with Taehyung. Seonhwa had never liked how close you and him had been, always being touchy with each other and hugging. In fact, one of the main reasons he had listed in his extensive list of his problems with you was your friendship with the man next to you. For some reason he was convinced that the two of you had something going on. As if Taehyung would ever look at you like that.
You were certain he was in love with one of the girls in your friendship group, he always seemed to be looking at her when the two of you sat next to each other. Jihye was also absolutely gorgeous which didn't help your insecurities. Wait, why were you comparing yourself to Jihye. You don't care who Taehyung likes or sleeps with. Why should you. Your role was to be there for him to gossip and cry to, just like he was doing now for you. You swallowed your tears and got up to go to the sofa to wrap yourself up in a blanket and doze off later in the night before Taehyung stopped you once more.
"I was serious before you know. You're perfect in every way and if Seonhwa was too blind to see that then that's his loss." You smiled at him in thanks, another tear falling down your face in happiness. "I would never do that to you, by the way. Make you cry like this. I care too much about you." You paused mentally for a moment before denouncing the voice in your head which questioned his meaning. He was your best friend. He would never see you the way you saw him. Besides, you just got broken up with, it would be wrong to do anything so soon.
"Let's just go watch the movie, Tae." you rolled your eyes, sniffing away your tears.
You ended up practically sitting in Taehyung's lap, your apartment freezing as it was not far from winter and for some reason you felt that you couldn't afford to put the heater on for more than ten minutes. The blanket wrapped around the two of acted as a snake winding its way around its victim, forcing the two of you closer and closer together. You were some what distracted from the movie, some romantic film Tae had chosen, a rather interesting selection given the events of the night already.
"You know, you still haven't given me a birthday gift yet. And it's..." You check your phone for the time, "Half eleven already."
"I already told you it hasn't arrived yet," he scoffed, unamused by your dig.
"You should get me a condolence gift to apologise then." You replied, sticking your nose in the air as to look down it at him. He couldn't resist it any more. He didn't care that you had just broken up with your boyfriend. All that mattered is you were now avaliable with nothing holding you back.
"How's this then?" You were confused for a moment until you felt his lips meet yours, gently pressing up against you as if asking for permission. When you smiled into it he took it as a sign to continue until you pulled away harshly.
"Don't you like Jihye?" You asked, the confusion evident in your tone. Taehyung looked at you as if you were dumb.
"Are you stupid? Why would I like Jihye. Who did I just kiss or did your last remaining braincell go out the door with your ex, who by the way, has no idea what he's missing out on."
"Oh." You hadn't thought about that. "And don't bring him up again, what about us? What are we then?"
"Us? I like the sound of that. Us." He pondered, leaning forward to bless your nose with another kiss, the movie entirely forgotten on the TV.
"Yes, OK, us. At least my family won't be shocked when I tell them, they already think we're dating. I had to tell them a hundred times that my boyfriend's name was Seonhwa and not Taehyung."
"Maybe they saw something before we did. And you broke your own rule! Don't mention him again or I'll have to kiss you."
"Seonh-" You began before your new and improved boyfriend leaned forward to keep his threat. He raised his eyebrow at you when you gasped for air after the collision of your lips against each other.
"I warned you, didn't I y/n?" You nodded, mock anger plastered across your face before you pulled him in for another kiss.
"I would have gotten broken up with a long time ago if I knew that this would happen." You whispered against his lips, a smile taking over your tear stained features.
"I would have kissed you a long time ago if I knew you would have kissed me back."
Taglist: @dreamescapeswriting @sparkyprotectionsquad @bang-me-chan
#taehyung x reader#kim taehyung#v x reader#bts#bts x reader#bts fanfic#kpop#army#btsarmy#bts v#kim taehyung x reader#gn!reader#best friends to lovers#army fanfic#fluff#fanfic fluff#fanfiction
143 notes
·
View notes
Text
distracting you with their kisses
pairings. nishinoya yuu x reader, hirugami sachiro x reader, bokuto koutaro x reader
genre. fluff
an. hiiiiii! i hope you're doing good. remember to take a rest and stay hydrated! 💖
other: daichi, terushima and suna
Nishinoya Yuu
you invited nishiniyo to your house to study for the upcoming test. both of you greeted your mother first then head straight to your room.
a tray of foods and drink in your hands, you head up to your room.
you saw him panicking a bit. "hey, yuu? what happened?" the closed the door.
"ah! nothing!" he was startled. he grab the tray in your hand and place it on the table. then grabbed your hands and make you sit beside him.
he wrapped his arms around your waist. "i miss you!" then he started kissing your cheeks, nose, lips, chin and forehead over and over again.
"stop, yuu. we were together almost all day." both of you chuckled. it only made him kiss you more on the cheeks.
you avoided his kisses by looking away and that's where you saw something on the floor.
before you could even say a word he cupped your face and kissed your lips. it lasted about a minute.
"babe! i love you! this is just a test of our relationship!" he dramatically said.
"what are talking about?" you pushed him but he clings on your arms. he whines at you.
"nishinoya yuu." you firmly said. that made him sit stiffly but he made this pitiful look.
"what did you break this time?"
he looked away and pursed his lips. "your picture with your favorite artist."
you sighed and looked at the broke picture frame that was originally on your shelf.
"babe, stop rorringue thundering inside my room."
"im sorry! it's kinda spacious here, i can't help it." he reasoned out. he was also scratching his nape.
you didn't reply and cleaned the broken frame. after that you sit on the floor and started looking for what to review.
he slowly crawled at you. "im sorry. i promise not to do this again. please forgive me." he chimed.
you looked at him and he just smiled at you shyly. "come here." you patted the space beside you which he happily obliged and sit there.
"now, read this from here until here."
"y/n!" he whined but you raised an eyebrow on him. which only made him pout.
Hirugami Sachiro
you heard a click on the entrance door of the apartment.
"im home, y/n!" he announced.
"in the living room, sachiro." you looked back and saw him getting greeted and surrounded by the two dogs. both dogs bark and wag their tails to hirugami.
you noticed an unfamiliar tail. you didn't mind it at first but when you heard a small bark. you were about to take a second look but sachiro was fast enough to block your view.
"it's so tiring today. we had a lab that lasted almost three hours." he lazily said as he sat beside you and rested his head on the crook of your neck.
you could feel his hot breathe and he'd purposely brush his lips onto your neck and shoulder. his hands snaked behind your back that was tracing circles on it while his other hands were on your other side.
now, his kisses were going up to your chin and to your lips. it was long and passionate kiss.
it was cut off when you felt a fluffy thing on your feet. you peeped below and saw an unfamiliar white dog.
you pushed hirugami and raised your eyebrow on him. arms crossed on your chest.
"let me guess. you saw the dog on your way back home then you brought the dog home."
"uhmm... i guess ha ha ha."
"nope. get dressed we're taking this dog to the police station." you got up and head to bedroom to get change.
you saw him petting the dog he saw on the street with his slouched shoulder and pursed lips.
the three of you came to the police station while hirugami carried the dog, playing and cooing her. and there, you saw the real owner. he was delighted seeing her dog and thanked the both of you.
on your way home, he was still feeling down. you sighed. "let's have a deal."
he looked at you in confusion. "when we graduate college and move to a larger apartment, we can adopt another dog. maybe two. it depends."
"really?!" he was delighted. he even lifted you up and spun you around. kisses you multiple times on your lips.
Bokuto Koutarou
you saw bokuto with his friends in the cafeteria. they we're all laughing and discussing about something.
you slowly approach bokuto. and when you're you do, you instantly wrapped your arms around his neck and back hugged him.
"what's up? how's the exams?" you greeted them.
they all shot up a knowing look at each other then looked at the nervous and stiff bokuto at the moment.
"well, we-" konoha was cut off by bokuto.
"bub! where do you want to go today, hmm?" he said in full enthusiastic. he guided you to sit beside him. he then automatically encircled his arms around your waist. rest his lips on your cheeks.
"y/n, bokuto-" again, they were cut off by bokuto.
"i know a great yakiniku restaurant near here. let's go there!" he said as he showers kisses on your face distracting you from his friends and the test paper on the table.
you could feel your face getting warm from embarassment, it's the first time he's acting like this infront of his friends especially both of you are in school.
he cupped your face, made you look at him for easy access. he continously shower your face with kisses.
akaashi on the other hand, signaled you to look at the table where bokuto's test paper was.
"wait, kou." you amde him stop. he whines at you but he stopped. "kou? what's this?" you grab his test paper which made him tensed.
"bubs, that's nothing." he tried to snatch it away from you but you glared at him.
"don't be mad at me. promise, i tried answering them and remebering what we read."
his shoulder slouched down and pouted at you then his eyes went 🥺
"im not mad. im sorry. we'll study again together, okay? this time let's focus on the part you are having a hard time." you said as you rub his back.
"really?" he's now smiling a bit. you gave him a kiss on his nose, forgetting that you are with his friends. his head is now buried on the crook of your neck which you automatically caress his head.
#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu headcanons#nishinoya yuu x reader#nishinoya x reader#nishinoya headcanons#hirugami sachiro x rader#hirugami x reader#hirugami headcanons#bokuto koutarou x reader#bokuto x reader#bokuto headcanons
377 notes
·
View notes
Text
pretty little liar
Pairing: Ten x Female!Reader
Summary: In order to get your annoying ex off your back, you tell a little white lie that takes an unexpected turn.
Genre: College!AU
Warnings: Smutty smut, dirty dancing
Word Count: 4,867
A/N: Unable to withstand Ten’s power any longer, I had to start writing about him…or a version of him anyway. Hope someone out there enjoys my first dip into the ~imagines~ pond. ☺️
The party was in full swing by the time you and your best friend Amy arrived, the music so loud it could be heard down the street. It was a wonder the cops hadn’t broken it up yet but hey, the night was still young. Ducking through the arched doorway with Amy hot on your heels, you let her guide you into the foyer where you both stopped to take in the scene. The place was packed with people dancing, drinking and laughing—everyone apparently having a great time. Which was perfect for you because all you wanted to do was blow off a little steam and pretend you hadn’t spent the day fantasizing about committing the perfect murder.
You enjoyed school for the most part and you enjoyed your classes, but really you couldn’t wait for it all to just be over. Two extra years and your master’s degree in linguistics was almost within your grasp. You still weren’t one hundred percent what you planned to do with it (teaching was definitely out) but either way you were ready to dive into the real world. To no longer be stressed out about exams and papers and boring ass professors that constantly seemed to have a stain on their tie.
And to get far, far away from your stupid ex, Adam.
“Uh oh you have murder face,” Amy said as she peeped around to look at you. “What’s wrong?”
You shrugged. “Just in my head I guess.”
Amy hummed. “I get it. That’s why we are here though! To get fucked up and do something we regret in the morning.”
You laughed. “Guess we’re Uber-ing home.”
She grinned and grabbed your wrist, pulling you over to a table loaded with different types of alcohol. The guy ‘tending bar’ as it were winked as you two approached. “What can I get you for?”
“Something with alcohol but where we can’t taste the alcohol!” Amy exclaimed happily. “Oh! And if you’ve got any little umbrellas I’d like one of those too.”
He did finger guns and proceeded to cook something up in two red cups, sticking in two pink umbrellas when he was done. You and Amy took your drinks and after a cursory sniff, took a sip. The tequila wasn’t as strong as with a single shot but you could still detect it just not enough to make you stop drinking. Unlike Amy you didn’t plan to get completely fucked up but you weren’t going to say no to a nice buzz.
Cups in hand you migrated onto the dance floor and fell in with everyone else, bopping to the beat and scream chatting over the loud music.
“I really needed this!” Amy yelled. “Statistics is kicking my cute little ass!”
“I know what you mean!” You shouted. “But hey! Soon we’ll be done and actual jobs will be kicking our cute little asses!”
Laughing, Amy bounced up and down, sending her blonde hair flying. “Is that why you��ve been so grumpy lately? Or is it…he who shall not be named?”
With a sigh you took a big sip of your strawberry margarita. “Yeah. He keeps fucking calling me and leaving me these stupid ass messages, apologizing and shit. I’ve blocked him but he just uses someone else’s phone.”
Amy’s eyes stretched wide. “That’s like stalker behavior! Or maybe he really is sorry for what he did.”
You snorted. “Sorry for having sex with his ex in the backseat of my car? As far as I am concerned he can take his ‘sorrys’ and shove them so far up his ass they come out his mouth as safaris!”
Amy choked a little on her drink, hitting you hard on the arm in admonishment after she stopped coughing. “I hate you! I could have died!”
Her words made you smirk. “But did you? No but for real, fuck Adam. Fuck Adam and anyone who even looks like Adam!”
“Woo!” Amy threw both hands up into the air, yelping as liquid sloshed down onto her head. “Oh shit! Drink emergency I’ll be right back!”
Before you could say anything, she turned and hurried back towards the drink table. Alone in the middle of a dancing crowd, you didn’t know whether you should slink over to a corner or just keep dancing. That last thing you wanted was some random dude trying to groove with you. Of course if you decided to hold up the wall nothing would stop some random dude from trying to hit on you either. At a bit of a loss you drained the rest of your drink and did a I don’t really know anyone two step, hoping Amy would return soon.
The tequila settled nice and warm in your stomach, making you feel more at ease. Most of the people at the party were from your school but not ones you associated with on like, a daily basis. Sure you recognized a few faces from the library or cafeteria but there was no one you’d had more than a surface conversation with.
And then your eyes landed on him. Ten.
Ten was a…different sort of person altogether. He was the kinda guy CW shows thought actually existed in college, except he was very real. And very much fucking gorgeous in that unattainable way CW shows also loved. However, that sort of did him a disservice because as far as you knew, he was just a decent guy who happened to be able to do some pretty awesome things.
For example, he was an amazing dancer. The kinda dancer that just freaking mesmerized you when he moved. Had you wondering how in the hell had he taught his body to do that shit? One minute he was in total sync with everyone else and the next he was performing his solo and blowing your mind. He’d done some show a few months ago with a friend and you’d nearly flipped out of your chair watching him work. The body rolls, the attitude, the way he’d just commanded the stage…whew. Was it possible to be a fan of someone who wasn’t famous?
Then there was his art; things he designed himself or drew from memory. Art class was essentially where you’d sorta came to be acquaintances with him. You weren’t exactly good at drawing but you liked it enough that you wanted to improve, plus it helped you de-stress after particularly hard days. Ten on the other hand excelled and just like with dancing, it was interesting to watch his process. He’d described himself as a sensory artist so he wasn’t always as concerned with the end product as the professor sometimes wanted him to be. From your eye though he’d yet to create anything that wasn’t remarkable. In fact, more than once you’d wanted to ask him to design a tattoo for you, but felt it would be kinda weird. He had no idea what you were into after all. So far your conversations with him had consisted of colors and that one time he’d asked to borrow one of your brushes.
You were pretty sure he’d sold something to an art gallery.
Anyway so Ten could dance and he could draw and he could sing and he was fluent in several languages; as far as you knew the only thing he was kind of shit at was cooking. But who hadn’t set a class kitchen on fire once or twice? Or three times…
If he were an asshole—well people would probably still crush on him—you’d count that as a major flaw and want to keep your distance. But the kicker was that he could do cool things and he was nice. Dorky even especially when it came to cute animals. Was always posting pictures of himself at the animal shelter playing with the kittens and the puppies, or just acting like an idiot with friends. Yet it was that confidence that made him seem untouchable, and also made him sexy as fuck. More than once you’d fantasized about biting his Adam’s apple.
Heh.
Shaking your head, you fanned lightly at your face with both hands. Maybe stepping outside for some fresh air would be a good idea.
“Y/N!” Amy nearly tripped over her pretty sandals in her hurry to get back to you. “Weewoo weewoo weewoo!”
“Um…”
She grabbed your shoulder. “It’s a police siren! We have a code red situation here, I repeat a code red! Adam just walked in!”
“What?” You blinked and immediately looked towards the doorway, brows narrowing when you saw she was right.
Standing there in a white t-shirt in his formerly handsome glory was your ex-boyfriend, Adam. Once upon a time you’d thought the world of him; thought he was the kinda guy you could probably marry someday. The kinda guy you’d introduced your family to. Turns out he was the kind of guy that hooked up with his ex in your car repeatedly until finally being caught in the act. Sure it had been gratifying to make him and her walk home half naked but it had done nothing to quell the pain left behind. Thankfully though your pain quickly turned to anger and now you usually focused on not murdering him when he popped up. There was a lot you could forgive but cheating was firmly in the do not cross zone. Everything you’d felt for him evaporated the moment you saw him with her.
And he’d promised he was over her. Lying piece of shit, you thought to yourself.
“What the hell is he doing here?! Does he even know anyone here?” you asked with a frown.
“I dunno!” your friend said slowly. “It’s possible, big campus and all. Do you want me to help you climb out of the bathroom window?”
“Yeah my boobs aren’t fitting through one of those skinny ass windows,” you replied wryly. “Though to be honest I’m almost willing to risk it. C’mon let’s—”
It was too late. Adam spotted you like an arrow searching for its target, eyes registering shock and then elation. He reached you in three quick strides, opening his arms for a hug that he was damned crazy to expect. “Y/N. Wow you—you look amazing. I’m so glad we ran into each other.”
You huffed. “I’m not. I told you we’re over Adam. Or does me blocking your calls not get the message across?”
He exhaled deeply. “Look I know I messed up but I’m sorry. Classes were just really tough and—and Lucy and I would reminisce about old times…”
“Do I look like I give a shit? You cheated on me and we’re over.” The lie came so easily. “Besides, I’ve moved on.”
“Yeah!” Amy poked him in the chest. “She’s moved on so suck it!”
Adam arched a brow. “You’ve moved on?” He sounded skeptical and that made your blood boil. “Since when? And with who?”
You’d once heard that Hippocrates came up with the saying drastic times call for drastic measures though it wasn’t something you’d be willing to bet money on. However, standing there with your ex eying you like he just knew you were lying brought a whole new meaning to the idiom. You would one hundred percent be damned before giving him the satisfaction of gloating.
Tequila’s kicking in…
Without missing a beat, you put a hand on your hip and motioned to Ten. “Him. I’m seeing him.”
Amy made a sound like a cat having its tail stepped on while Adam gaped at you. “What? I—no. No way. You’re totally lying. I’ve seen the people he’s dated and you’re not his type at all.”
This bitch.
Twirling on your black heels, you strolled across the room to where Ten sat in an arm chair, chatting with a few of his friends. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you straddled his lap and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I know this is awkward as fuck—I’m so sorry—but if you just play along I will owe you big time. I’ll give you anything. You need a kidney? You can have a kidney.”
Ten’s friends had gone mute and as you sat back to gauge his reaction—or to possibly be thrown off of him—you bit your full bottom lip. His dark eyes were watching you calculatingly, his own lips pursed together like you were a riddle he needed to solve. Up close he was utterly breathtaking, all smooth skin and silky black hair that fell artfully across his forehead. He smelled incredible.
And then he spoke.
“There you are baby,” he said wrapping an arm around your waist. “I’ve been looking for you.”
That was when you figured you owed him your first born but it was fine. “Well, you found me. Sorry to keep you waiting.”
He chuckled. “You’re worth waiting for.”
His friends still looked confused though they didn’t have time to voice their opinions. Adam stalked over seconds later like a man on a mission. “So it’s true? You and Y/N are together?”
Ten tilted his head to the side and you saw the moment the lightbulb went off for him. “Yeah we’re together.”
Adam huffed. “Since when? For how long? Where did you two meet?”
Ten smirked. “Are you taking a survey or something?” He brushed his lips across your jaw, making you shiver. “The only thing that matters is that she’s mine. Let’s dance, Y/N.”
“I would love to,” you replied with a smile. You were also grateful he’d remembered your name.
You climbed off of his lap and took his hand, sending Adam a you thought look before pulling Ten out into the thick of the crowd. Your heart was beating a mile a minute but you felt too giddy to pay much attention to it. Plus, you knew Adam was watching you like a hawk and you didn’t want to let on how nervous you actually were. If he found out you were lying he’d never leave you alone and consider you pathetic to boot. Besides the nice buzz that was finally creeping down your spine told you everything would be fine. How could it not be?
Ten’s hands settled low on your hips and he gave you a little tug, pulling your back to his chest. You fit rather perfectly with him, his chin brushing the top of your head. Picking a rhythm in the song that thumped with bass, you began to move together. You rolled your ass against him and leaned your head back to rest on his shoulder, focusing on his breath as it ghosted across your neck. A silver of light wouldn’t have been able to get between you.
Normally you wouldn’t have dared to do something like this with a near stranger but your desire to make your ex suffer was bigger than your nerves. Besides Ten appeared to be all in on the ruse; his body twisting and curving in sync with yours, fingers on his right hand sliding up between your breasts to wrap lightly on your throat. His teeth nipped at your earlobe and you gasped. Reached around to his side to clasp his shirt for an anchor. You heard him chuckle and suddenly you were spun away from him only to be reeled back in, this time face to face.
The room felt like it was two hundred degrees. You weren’t exactly wearing much—a slinky black dress with tiny ties at the hem—but even that seemed too much. Without missing a beat though you and Ten continued to grind with one another, his thigh just barely pushed between your own. Every time you swayed forward to meet him the denim of his jeans rubbed deliciously against you, sending sparks sprinting through your veins. Both of his hands were on your ass as if helping to guide you, and as you met his gaze you couldn’t help but bite your lip at what you saw there. Desire, lust, hunger—no one had ever looked at you like that before. Like they could just devour you and still not have enough of you.
It made you feel powerful.
You grinned and wrapped an arm around his neck, fingers giving his hair a little tug. He hissed and lowered his head so that he could mouth at your bare shoulder, hands squeezing your ass so hard it nearly hurt. You weren’t sure when you started to get wet—maybe it was the moment you sat on his lap or he decided to play along with your dumb stunt—but you could tell it now. Your panties were sticking to you, your skin was on fire and it was becoming difficult to think straight. Honestly however you didn’t want to think at all, especially not if it meant not being in Ten’s orbit.
“Ten,” you whispered into the skin under his jaw.
He hummed, the sound vibrating through your body. You plastered your hand to his chest and pulled it down, nails catching on the thin material of his shirt until they were brushing along the zipper on his jeans. You gave him a quick squeeze—he was hard and straining—and he cursed loudly. Between one second and the next he was dragging you down a dimly light hallway, past kissing couples and one guy passed out drunk in the doorway of someone’s room. He swung you both into the first vacant room he came to; a lavish bathroom at the very back of the house. The door was closed with a swift thump and the lock clicked shut.
You licked your lips as he crowded you back into the counter, looking down at you with a tiny smirk. That part of your brain that yammered on about bad decisions was surprisingly quiet, so you figured it was beyond okay to pull him down for a kiss. As with most of the stuff he did, Ten was a damn good kisser. His mouth was soft and warm, his tongue playful and coaxing. He kissed you like he’d been waiting to kiss you for a long time. Until it grew deep and sensual. Until you were both panting with the need for air but neither wanting to let go of the moment.
With a gasp you tilted backwards a bit, your knees suddenly weak. “Fuck me,” you said absently.
“Can I?” Ten asked, chest heaving. “Can I fuck you?”
“God yes,” you replied, already pulling your dress up until it hitched around your waist.
Ten hooked his thumbs onto the band of your pink panties and slid them down your legs, laying them next to the sink. He looked you over with that same eye he used for his art but you could tell he liked what he saw. You grabbed his hand and brought it between your legs, spreading them wider for him. Two of his fingers slipped inside of you without any resistance to find you damp and aching, already so hot for him. He started a lazy rhythm—in and out, in and out—like he was in no hurry at all. Like he wasn’t driving you crazy all the way down to the tips of your toes.
He kept his eyes locked onto yours as he touched you, lips slightly parted like he couldn’t believe this was happening. That rang true for both of you. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you’d ever really be friends with Ten, let alone about to hook up with him. It was like you’d stumbled into some alternate universe.
Bringing his free hand up to your cheek, he smoothed his thumb across your lips, pressing lightly until you let him in. You sucked his thumb into your mouth and gave it a little nip, smiling when he smirked. When he deemed it wet enough, he pressed it to your clit and you moaned, your hips stuttering upward with a will of their own. He began a firm massage, working your clit this way and that, fingers still thrusting in their maddening motion. Of course he’d be great with his hands. Of course he’d be able to play your body like a finely tuned instrument.
Pressure started to build low in your stomach. “I—I’m…”
“Turn around.” Ten took a step back and made a show of sucking his fingers into his mouth, tongue darting out to lick between them like he wanted to savor every drop.
You whimpered but did as he requested, your eyes finding his in the wide silver mirror. You watched as he unzipped his pants and pushed them along with his dark colored briefs down to the floor. You hadn’t seen him pull out a condom but he had one; ripping open the packaging with his perfectly straight teeth before rolling it onto his hard cock. It was a delicious looking thing you had to admit, long and thick with a slight curve. If you’d had the time you would have gladly went to your knees for him.
A low breath shuddered out of Ten’s lungs as he pushed inside of you, his hands gripping your waist so strongly you were bound to have a few bruises later. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
It had been a while since Adam and nobody after him until now.
When he assumed you’d adjusted to the size of him, he pulled nearly out before driving back inside of you. You moaned and pushed back to meet his thrusts, feeling the pleasure shattering through you. Your breasts bounced as he moved and he reached a hand forward, tugging down the top of your dress so that he could cup one. He rolled your nipple between his fingers and pinched, bending over you so that he could bite down onto the tender skin of your shoulder. The motion sent him even deeper and you both groaned at the feeling.
“Te—Ten,” you stammered, losing your train of thought when he rolled his hips liked he did on the dance floor. “Oh fuck! Fuck!”
The picture you made in the mirror was a very erotic one; you could see every single expression on Ten’s handsome face. The utter enjoyment he was obviously finding in fucking you was written all over it; there was nowhere for it to hide. His head was tipped back, eyes fluttering closed only to pop back open so that he could watch himself shove into you over and over again. He had you up on your tip toes, nose just an inch from the mirror itself. He was always sexy but tonight that word took on a whole new meaning.
All you could do was try to give as good as you got.
You slapped a hand onto the sink to steady yourself and clenched around him, reveling in the low whine that escaped his throat. It kinda sounded like your name.
And then he was pulling all the way out, dick bouncing as he stumbled backwards. You blinked in confusion. “Wh--what’s wrong?”
Ten ran his fingers through his hair. “C’mon. I want you to ride me.”
He sat down on the closed toilet seat lid and you straddled him without a second thought, sinking down onto his dick with a full body shudder. With your dress around your waist and your breasts jiggling in his face as you bounced up and down on his cock, he traced his tongue around your nipple before lightly biting down. You tangled your fingers in his hair and panted out his name, letting out a squeak when his palm connected with your ass for a hard slap. Planting his feet on the floor, he leaned you backwards a bit as he drove into you repeatedly, eyes watching how well your pussy took him.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured against your collarbone. “Gorgeous—you feel so good.” He bit you again, this time on the side of your neck. “So good.”
With one hand on his shoulder to brace yourself, you rose up and let yourself come down hard over and over again, feeling him pound so deep it was almost criminal. Had the music not been so loud you knew exactly what you would have heard; the sound of skin hitting skin as Ten fucked you like he owned you. Just for tonight, maybe he did.
You weren’t sure how long it went on but when you came it still managed to take you by surprise. Your body lit up like a Christmas tree from the inside out and you cried out Ten’s name, clenching around him, your nails digging into his shoulder blades. He muttered a drawn out fuuuuck and pinched your clit with this thumb and forefinger, making you jerk so hard you nearly tumbled off his lap.
“Ah! Ten!” You shouted as he kept it up. “I—no—oh god—”
Your pussy tightened around him again and he shivered, thrusts growing erratic as he came with a grunt. You trembled through a second orgasm almost in disbelief—usually the only thing that could get you off twice in a row was hidden under your bed in a shoe box.
Seconds later you flopped against him, attempting to catch your breath. He was still rolling his hips just a tiny bit, making all the too sensitive areas ping.
“Whoa,” he said breathlessly, wrapping both arms around your waist. “That was…”
You chuckled softly. “Yeah…” Chancing a look at him, you admired the way strands of his dark hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. He was glistening, shirt sticking to his chest. He smelled like hints of your perfume and you smelled like hints of his cologne. It was all so intimate.
Reluctantly you sat back and gazed at him, wondering if things were about to get awkward. But Ten just smiled and ducked his head a little, a barely there blush creeping up into his already flushed cheeks. It was so adorable you couldn’t have resisted kissing him if you tried. From the way he melted into you, he’d had the same idea.
After a few minutes of just enjoying the feel of his lips against yours, you forced yourself up off of him. Your legs shook; you had to grab the counter to keep from tripping in your heels. You could already tell you’d still feel him tomorrow and the thought made you kinda dizzy, but in a good way. Blinking at your reflection—your hair was a dark mess—you knew there was no way you’d be able to hide the love bites that adorned your skin. They stood out stark red and purple like a bruise.
Ten remained slouched on the toilet for a couple of moments before removing the condom and tossing it into the trash. He dabbed at his dick with a handful of toilet paper, and then pulled up his underwear and jeans. “So…can I ask you something?”
You fixed your dress. “Sure.”
“Who was that guy?” he inquired with a grin. “The one you obviously wanted to get away from.”
Oh shit you’d forgotten all about Adam! “Oh he—he’s my dumb ex. He jumped stupid at me and I—I wanted to show him that he’s an idiot. That I’m totally over him. I—I’m sorry for getting you involved.”
He laughed as he patted down his hair. “No complaints from my end. I think he got the message though.” Reaching behind you he handed you your panties. “Don’t wanna forget these.”
It was ridiculous to be embarrassed considering what you’d both just done, but you couldn’t help it. You took them from him and pulled them on, keeping your eyes on the ground. “Thanks… Look Ten—”
“I’m hungry,” he said interrupting you. “Have you ever had grilled dried pollack?”
“Um yeah once I think,” you replied uncertainly. “It was pretty tasty.”
Ten motioned behind him. “I know a place that makes it if you wanted to go. And…maybe afterwards we could just hang out. Talk.”
That sounded amazing. “I’d love to. But…”
He picked up on your meaning. “Y/N I sit next to you in all of our art classes. I make conversation with you for no reason. Do you really think I of all people forget my brushes? Honestly I’ve wanted to ask you out for a while but you’ve always seemed…disinterested.”
You were dumbstruck by his admission. “Me?! That’s just my face! You’re the unattainable ingénue or whatever!”
Ten chuckled, folding his arms across his chest. “Oh please the only thing standing between me and being a serious cat dad is having an apartment that allows animals. However, this conversation is pointless. You owe me and I’m collecting…if that’s okay?”
You huffed but couldn’t stop grinning. “It’s perfect.”
The walk from the bathroom to the living room had everyone staring with a few people letting out loud whistles. Adam had disappeared but Amy was there to give you a big thumbs up. You promised to call her later and then let Ten pull you outside into the warm night air, your fingers happily entwined with his.
#wayv ten#ten imagines#wayv smut#ten scenarios#ten x reader#ten smut#nct scenarios#ten oneshot#wayv imagines#woc reader#wayv ten imagines#ten lee#wayv au#nct au
219 notes
·
View notes
Text
Surprises make everything better! -Brock Boeser
A/N: This is my favorite writing so far so I hope you like it as much as I do. I actually enjoy writing now so if anyone has any request let me know and I will try my best! Or if you wanna talk about/have questions about any of my writing let me know I would love to chat about it.
Side note: I’m really sorry, I have zero idea how to give credit to the creator of a GIF so if anyone knows how to do that and can help me figure it out that would be much appreciated? Thank ya <3
Summary: Brock canceled your original plans for the summer and you are really upset about it! To make you feel better he sends a surprise to you apartment.
Word count: 1552 words
“Hey bubs” you answered the FaceTime call coming in from your boyfriend. You were sitting on your bed with your laptop open besides you, scrolling through tiktok on your phone before Brock had called.
“Hey, what are you up to?” From the looks of it, Brock was currently in his car driving somewhere.
“I’m suppose to be in class right now but I can’t focus so it’s kinda just playing as background noise at the moment. Whata bout you? Where are you going?” Since your school work is online this semester you find it increasingly difficult to pay attention to your classes and often find yourself FaceTimeing Brock during them.
“Baby your suppose to be paying attention.” He chuckled giving you a look “Anyway, I’m on my way home from practice but I really missed you and wanted to hear your voice” he wasn’t always open about his feelings while you were away at school so hearing him say that made your heart ache a little.
“Awe, I miss you more Brocky. Only a couple more weeks till we get to see each other.” Since the Canucks didn’t find themselves in a playoff spot this season, Brock was going to be done with hockey around the same time your finals were starting.
“Actually baby I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that.” His expression changed from happy to serious. “I actually think I’m gonna head straight to Minnesota when the season ends. It’s way too complicated to figure out what I’m going to do with the dogs and I’m also really sick of all the traveling” you were really caught off guard by his words because just last week he was so excited to come and see you.
The original plan was that Brock was going to fly out to NYC, after his season ended, to finally see you and keep you company during finals week. And after, he was going to help you pack up your apartment and drive with you back to your family’s home in Connecticut. Then you would spend a month hanging out with all your friends and family, before flying back to Minnesota for the rest of the summer to do the same with his loved ones.
“Oh” was all you could manage. You were kinda hurt that he didn’t want to put in the extra effort to come and see you, after not being able to see each other in person for almost 4 months.
“I’m sorry bubs, it’s just a lot, but after your finals you can fly straight out to Minnesota, it’ll only be one extra week” now he was starting to irritate you.
“But I wanted us to have time to spend with my family because we always see yo-.... you know what never mind it’s all good” you were trying your best not to sound bitter and to see his side of things but you just couldn’t. “I actually have to go this class is important and I should probably be paying attention, I’ll call you later.”
“Y/n please don’t go, we should talk about this.” Brock tried
“No it’s fine I’m not upset. I’ll talk to you later.” You tried to convince him.
“Alright, I love you please call me later.” He pleaded
“K bye.” And with that you hung up. It was actually the first time you hung up without saying you loved him back. You obviously still loved him but you were so upset with him, the words just couldn’t come out. Now you felt guilty about it, what if something happened and the last thing you said to him was ‘k bye’. Before you could get lost in your thoughts though, a text came through.
Brockstar 💫:
You didn’t say it back 😔
Y/n/n 🍑:
I love you
Brockstar 💫:
Do you mean it? 🤔
Y/n/n 🍑:
More than anything
Brockstar 💫:
Good cause same.
You were happy he noticed and wasn’t afraid to say something to you about it. It made you feel like your love was wanted and needed. But even with that, you were still very upset with him.
...
Y/n/n 🍑:
Have a safe flight buddy, I love you 💕
Brockstar 💫:
Call me buddy one more time...
Y/n/n 🍑:
Or what?... buddy
Brockstar 💫:
😐 you are impossible
Love you I’ll text you when I land... Good luck on your final today your gonna crush it I know you got big brains
Y/n/n 🍑:
Thanks buddy
Brockstar 💫:
Uggggg 🙄
Today Brock was flying back to Minnesota and you were starting you rigorous final schedule. Although you were still a little sad that he wasn’t coming to see you, you understood that he just wanted to get home after the season, so you were trying not to hold it against him too much.
You continued on with your day, continuing to prepare for your final that started at 1:00pm. You were definitely ready to get it over with. This one was the toughest of your finals and you were glad it was your first.
1:00pm came faster than expected and before you knew it your were starting your final. It was actually going a lot better than expected and you were on track to finish an hour early, not taking up the full 4 hours.
When you finally finished, you took a giant breathe of relief. You sat down on your couch and thought about what you wanted to eat for dinner that night, you had skipped lunch so you were starving.
You were soon pulled from your thoughts by a knocking on your apartment door. You went to look through the peep hole and saw a man walking away. You waited until he was most of the way down your hall to open the door and peek out. There was a beautiful edible arrangement sitting on the ground with a note attached.
You quickly picked it up and brought it into your apartment, closing the door behind you. You placed it on your kitchen island and took your phone out to take a picture before digging in. You grab the note first and read it out loud to yourself.
I’m sorry I’m the worst boyfriend on planet earth, so I hope this makes up for it or at least makes you feel a little better. I know it’s your favorite so if you don’t feel better, than I know I really messed up this time.
Hopefully still the love of your life,
Brock
Y/n/n 🍑:
You will obviously always be the love of my life no matter what you do.... thanks babe it actually did make me feel better
Brockstar 💫:
Shit it came already? I didn’t want it to get there till after your final! I’m sorry if you were interrupted😬
Y/n/n 🍑:
I finished my final an hour early! It came at the perfect time.
Brockstar 💫:
Ok good 😅
Y/n/n 🍑:
Thanks bubs I love you 💕
Brockstar 💫:
Love you too
You started to pick at the basket but had to stop yourself so you wouldn’t over eat before dinner. While trying to figure out what you were in the mood for you heard another knock at your door.
You rolled your eyes because this was the second time you were interrupted while trying to figure out what you were going to eat for dinner. Before you got to the door the person knocked again so you forewent looking out the peephole and just swung the door opened, slightly agitated but the impatience of whoever was at your door.
When the door fully opened you were met with Brock standing in front of you with all his luggage and holding your favorite flowers.
“Hi!” He smiled as the words left his mouth. You automatically started sobbing because you were so happy to see him. You put your arms around his neck locking him into a hug, accidentally smushing the flowers a little in the process.
“What are you doing here?” You cried into his neck.
“You didn’t actually think I would fuck up our entire summer plans did you?” He chuckled as he placed the flowers on top of his suit case so he could properly hug you back.
“Uggggg why would you do that to me? I was so sad.” You said still gripping him as hard as you could, afraid to let go.
“I’m sorry baby, I thought a surprise would be more fun.” You giggled into his neck.
“Yeah so much fun” you said sarcastically “I’m just glad you’re here.” You said pulling away to give him a kiss.
“Me too” after pecking his lips another time, you helped him bring his bags inside. You didn’t have plans for the night but you were starving so he suggested getting takeout and bringing it back to the apartment.
You agreed because you were drained from your exam and weren’t in the mood to dress up and go out. You also wanted to spend as much time in Brocks arms as humanly possible and being in the privacy of your apartment would allow for that.
You spent the rest of your night between the sheets making up for the 4 months you lost. You still couldn’t believe that he was actually with you in your apartment but you cherished every moment of it.
#brock boeser#brock boeser fic#brock boeser x reader#vancouver canucks imagine#nhl imagine#nhl fanfiction#nhl players#brock boeser imagine
192 notes
·
View notes
Text
☂︎ZEROᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵈ ᵘᵐᵇʳᵉˡˡᵃ
(Umbrella Academy x Sibling!Adolescent!Reader)
❝00.00❞
☂︎ᴢᴇʀᴏ: ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢɪʀʟ
─━━━━━━⊱☂︎⊰━━━━━━─
ZERO GRACE HARGREEVES fixes her gaze out the window of Umbrella Academy staring out looking at the dried-out leaves moving across the ground and the grass swaying with the wind. You see, Zero had never been out of the house before. Reginald always told her it was bad for her to go outside. That it was a horrendous place. Even though the Elder man has passed, the rule just seemed to stick with her.
She found herself always confined in her room, Reginald had told her not to come out of. Though Sir Reginald was deceased, she still stayed in her room for most of her time, just without locked doors.
~☂︎~
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, AND SIX were heading out for another mission. Zero watched as they left, unconsciously starting to follow after them, wondering where they're going. Zero inched closer and closer to the door, as her ruby red flats went across the cardboard floor. As soon as she felt the coolness of the outside, a force pushed her back. She came to see the hostile eyes of her father.
Zero pointed outside the door where her siblings left, curious eyes facing her father. Reginald just shook his head in disappointment and kneeled to her height grabbing both of her shoulders; eye contact stern.
"Listen to me Number Zero. You must never go outside. The outside is a bad place not meant for you. Do you understand?"
Zero nodded in comprehension, but she was puzzled. Why couldn't she go with the others? Seconds later, Grace came over reaching for Zero's hands. Zero got scared and quickly snatched her hands away. Though resented, Grace kept her usual smile on her face.
"Come now, I'll make supper for you and Number Seven. Okay, dear?" Zero took one last look at Sir Reginald who still had his eyes still fixated on her with a severe gaze before walking away.
~☂︎~
HOURS HAD PAST. By this time all eight of the children were asleep. Reginald was occupied in his office fixing his monocle, before checking his watch. "Pogo! Grace! Come here at once."
Pogo, an advanced chimpanzee and Sir Reginald Hargreeves' assistant and friend at The Umbrella Academy, and Grace, the primary caregiver and adoptive mother of the eight children, materialized into his office . "Yes, Master Hargreeves?" Pogo said bowing. Reginald turned to the two of them as soon as they appeared.
"When I have no time left, I want you to watch over Number Zero. Make sure she stays quarantined in this house. You two will be her two companions. Make her feel as though you two are the only ones she can depend on. Now, do I make myself clear?" Reginald narrowed his eyes at the two.
"Is this really necessary? After all, she's just a chi—" Grace protested, but was silenced.
"Do I make myself clear?" Reginald repositioned, but in a more cold, hostile tone. Pogo looked up to Grace with a knowing look, as she held a hesitant expression.
"Yes, sir." The two said at the same time.
~☂︎~
ZERO SAUNTERS DOWN THE HALLWAY of the living room looking at the portraits. Paintings would fill every inch of the academy. All kinds of portraits would be sprawled out across the walls. The girl ceased at a portrait where it shows her brother Five Hargreeves, recalling the very moment of him going missing.
She remembered when she would always looked out her window on the porch, seeing if he would come back, but he never did.
~☂︎~
IN THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY RESIDENCE, the morning started just like any other with the Hargreeves'. The sound of a ring of a bell echoed through the Academy as the uniformed Hargreeves' children walked in a single file to the breakfast table. Once they got there, they waited patiently for their father to arrive, standing behind their chairs, quietly doing so.
After a few minutes Reginald came in alongside Zero who had her hands tucked tightly behind her back. Once they destinated to the table, the two departed wit Zero taking her seat beside Number Six, and Reginald positioning himself behind his own chair.
"Sit."
At the sound of the command, the children quickly reacted by pulling up their chairs and taking their seats. The children individually proceed to do their own things, with Herr Carlson playing in background. With Number Two scratching his knife into the arm rest of the chair, trying not to be caught by his strict father or snitch brother Number One who was eye flirting and exchanging smiles with Number Three, reciprocating. Number Four fiddled with some paper under the table, alongside Number Six who leaned over showing Zero a page in a book he liked by Anton Chekov, knowing Zero liked to read as well. Number Seven was at the right end of the table, quietly eating her meal.
But there was one certain Hargreeves that had trouble sealing his anger and irritation; And that Hargreeves was the prideful and mastermind Number Five. You see, Five had a burning desire to be able to test his ability to time travel and it ate him up inside that his father wouldn't allow him with a loathing passion. Instead of eating he stared down his father from the opposite end of the table, in vaxation; anger and frustration building up inside him. When his anger finally boiled over he grabbed his knife and jabbed it into the table. The loud sound caused everyone to turn his attention to him, with Zero’s frightened shoulders hoping.
"Number Five?" Reginald questions.
"I have a question."
"Knowledge is an admirable goal, but you know the rules. No talking during meal times. You are interrupting Herr Carlson." Reginald replies.
Unsatisfied with his father's educated response Five forcefully pushes his plate forward and stands up.
"I want to time travel." Five said.
"No."
"But I'm ready. I've been practicing my spatial jumps, just like you said." Five got up from his seat and demonstrated him doing a spatial jump, appearing next to Reginald. Five's power was Spatial Jumping, which gives him the ability to teleport both short and long distances.
"A spatial jump is trivial when compared with the unknowns of time travel. One is like sliding along the ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water and reappearing as an acorn."
Five's hands balled up in his pockets.
"I don't get it."
"Hence the reason you're not ready."
Zero peers around the table at everyone's gaping facial expressions. But her eyes specifically trained on Number Seven, who gave a shake of the head no to Five, trying to get him to sit back down and stop pushing the issue.
"I'm not afraid."
"Fear isn't the issue. The effects it might have on your body, even on your mind, are far too unpredictable. Now, I forbid you to talk about this anymore." Reginald demanded, but Five still set up above everyone challenged at his father's utterance. The last thing Zero remembered was him running off outside, never to be seen again.
"Number Five. You haven't been excused! Come back here!"
Zero knew what he was going to do as she got up from her seat.
"Number Zero. Sit. Back. Down."
Zero didn't listen as she kept looking towards the door. Number Six tugged on her uniform sleeve a little, trying to get her attention. Number Six, observed her expression. It looked like she was trying to focus on something.
"Number Zero. Sit down. NOW!" Reginald yelled, making Zero snap out of her trance. She sat back down, hoping Five didn't do anything rash.
Number Six put his hand on Zero's shoulder, trying to make her feel better.
Therefore Number Five was never seen again, leaving his father, Grace, and his siblings behind, not aware of the consequences he would have to face.
~☂︎~
ZERO LOOKED AT the portrait a little longer, before turning away. She then trailed to the various family portraits that were displayed. Well, Zero wouldn't exactly call it a family portrait. Not everyone was entirely included. She and Vanya were not allowed to be in family portraits.
To Zero, these portraits weren't just any kind of portraits with her family just posing. To her it captured the emotions of her siblings trying to hold it together year after year as they evolved.
Zero would always look to the side at Vanya, seeing her with a downcast look on her face whenever she was not included. She remembered that she would always look away to the side, whenever she felt like she disappointed Reginald. Zero would just have a blank facial expression, being the most disciplined, that she became like a mindless zombie, always obeying when she was told to do something. She would only simply nod when spoken to. That's what caused her to get more mute over the years. So you can't expect a whole conversation with her, just a few conversations, never really speaking to anyone besides, her dear brother.
Number Six
~☂︎~
EVERYONE EXCEPT ZERO was gathered in Luther's room.
"S-she's kinda weird, right? I mean think about it." Number Two said.
"I don't think she's weird." Number Seven said quietly that no one heard.
"Yeah and she's always going off with Dad somewhere. It's like she's getting more and more mindless every day." Number Four said.
"You don't understand." Five suddenly said. This made everyone look to Five.
"You can't call her weird because you don't understand her. We don't know what she's going through. Don't judge something you don't understand." When Five finished everyone got quiet, taking into consideration what Five just said.
Number Three looked around to see Number Six gone.
"Hey, where's Six?"
~☂︎~
NUMBER SIX WENT OUT OF LUTHER'S ROOM to see Zero’s door wide open. He walked quietly to the door with a book in hand. Six peeped around the corner of the door to see Zero reading a book. He was kinda overjoyed to see that Zero had the same interest as him.
Six slowly started to walk in. When he took another step, the floor creaked, making Zero go stiff and turn around slowly. She looked to see Six, standing just outside her door. Zero was slightly surprised to see one of her siblings at her door. Usually, everyone would just ignore her as if she wasn't there. As if she was nothing. As if she mattered 0%. At least that's what Reginald told them to do.
"U-uh hi."
Zero just stared at him in surprise.
"Um, I got this book for you. I've noticed how much you like to read, s-so I thought it would be nice. It's really good. I promise." He handed the book over to her. Zero hesitantly looked at him and then the book She hesitantly took it and looked at the cover. Zero always liked hardcover books.
"Well enjoy the book, okay? Bye." Six started to exit the room, but before he could the unbelievable happened.
"T-t-thanks." Zero managed utter out quietly enough for Six to hear.
Number Six's eyes widened, then his expression slowly turned into a smile before walking away.
Zero looked to see if he was gone before opening the book.
~☂︎~
ZERO GAVE A SMALL SMILE at the memory, but not before remembering that he doesn't exist now. He passed years after Five’s disappearance. She didn't even get to attend the funeral. She could only watch from her secured shut window. The two were best friends ever since that day. Zero always thought Six was a little weird at first, but she started warming up to him day by day. He was truly a real brother to her.
~☂︎~
EVERYONE WAS IN the dining room eating dinner except Zero who just staring down at her plate. Everyone kept giving occasional glances at her, with concerned glances. Zero glanced at the empty seat next to her. The seat that would never be filled again.
"Number Zero, stop staring at your food and eat, this instant.
"I.......I..
All of a sudden the building started to shaking uncontrollably. Causing everyone to be frightened.
"Number Zero, control yourself!" Reginald demands. But Zero just keeps staring at her plate.
"Number Zero."
"Number Zero!"
Suddenly the shaking came to a stop. Everyone was staring at Zero wide-eyed. None of them knew what her powers were. It has always been a mystery. Not even Reginald Hargreeves himself knew, which is why he had to keep her contained.
" .......I'm....sorry..."
"Perhaps it's best if you go back to your room, where you belong." Reginald said with disappointment written on his face.
Zero simply nodded and headed back to her room that felt like a prison she could never escape.
Seven and Four watched sympathetically as Zero walked to her room.
She heard the sound of her door locking, signaling that she couldn't go back out.
~☂︎~
ZERO WAS IN HER ROOM looking in the mirror at her 13-year-old body. Why is she still young? Zero ages very slowly. Reginald gave his blood to slow down Zero's aging process. Even though she is technically 29, because of her slow age process she's still just a kid. Zero rubbed the eye bags under her eyes on her pale (s/c) skin from lack of sunlight. As she did this, she thought about how her life is now.
One had to leave for his mission on the moon. And Zero knew it wasn't for any important reason.
She doesn't know what the rest of her siblings, besides Seven are doing. Which is kind of sad if you think about it. Zero was so trapped in her own house all her life that she didn't realize how isolated she is from everything.
From everyone, shielded from the world.
Seven became a writer and a violinist. Zero would always read her book about what it was like for her in Umbrella Academy. She couldn't grasp why Vanya was right such a thing like this in the first place. Giving up the family secrets just like that. She still remembered when she was getting ready to leave.
~☂︎~
Zero looked to see her sister heading out the door.
"You have to go?" Zero said making Seven turn around.
"Yes, I have to go. I have no place here anymore. I'll try to come to visit okay." Seven said going over to hug her, but Zero quickly backed away shaking her head. Seven looked at her sympathetically. She knew Zero wasn't used to touch.
"You'll be okay, right?"
There was a long pause before Zero nodded.
Seven smiled and headed to the door. The truth was that she didn't want to leave Zero at that hellish place, but Zero was still in Reginald's custody.
"Bye, Zero," Seven said before she left, leaving Zero alone, waving goodbye at nothing. Her hand slowly came down as Reginald lead her back to her room.
~☂︎~
ZERO BRUSHED HER HAIR, fixing her tied up, red headband, getting ready for the funeral. What she didn't know was that her family was coming.
And that this day was going to change her life.
.
#umbrella academy#umbrella academy x reader#familal#plantonic#luther hargreeves#luther hargreeves x reader#diego Hargreeves#Diego Hargreeves x reader#Allison Hargreeves#Allison Hargreeves x reader#Klaus Hargreeves#Klaus Hargreeves x reader#Five Hargreeves#Five Hargreeves x reader#Ben Hargreeves#Ben Hargreeves x reader#Vanya Hargreeves#Vanya Hargreeves x reader#Reginald Hargreeves#Grace Hargreeves#Pogo#Reginald Hargreeves x reader#Pogo Hargreeves x reader#Grace Hargreeves x reader#TUA season one
218 notes
·
View notes
Text
Our Little Secret: Part Seven - A.R.
Word count: 4883
Summary: Arvin has to avenge Lenora but has to see y/n before he leaves.
-
WARNINGS: SMUT, ORAL (fem recv), DIRTY TALK (mild), EXHIBITIONISM (kinda? car sex basically). a LOT of emotions.
TW: mentions of guns, the preacher being the horrific person he is
It was a week later and probably the worst week of my life. I was ultimately grounded: not being able to go to cheer practice, not being able to leave the house and of course, not being able to see Arvin. I would still cook and bake for the Russell's but I'd just drop it off at the door or give it to Earskell outside.
Daddy was getting worse and school was getting more stressful due to exams coming up. Ma and I were not talking much. Only statements, really. Nothing more, nothing less.
I missed Arvin. But I was angry at him and confused about the previous week and why he acted like that. He just gave up, just like that. He has always been so protective of me but in that situation he left me with the wolves.
And on top of all of that, I was dealing with grief: an emotion I had never experienced before. Some days I felt numb and all I wanted to do was go to Arvin about it but I couldn't. And I was still dumbfounded at the fact she was pregnant and I had no idea. Lenora had somehow had sex and not told me. Maybe she didn't even know she was pregnant.
I often sat at my desk, pencil twirling in my fingers, thinking and wondering and daydreaming about him; when really I should be studying.
What was he doing?
Did he miss me?
Was he planning on seeing me again?
I could only wonder what he'd be doing at this moment...
Arvin's POV
I watched from the drivers seat, slumped with my cap low.
Reverend Teagardin had just gotten home from his rendezvous in the woods with the Reaster girl and was now greeting his wife. I saw him begin to take his suit jacket and tie off while gesturing for her to undress, too.
I clenched my jaw watching him. He undressed down to his shirt and socks, sitting proudly and smugly on his armchair like he owned the place. Like he owned her.
She sauntered up to him in her nightdress and dropped to the floor, hands on his thighs. I watched as he pushed her down fully on him.
I felt nauseas. I turned away and opened the window to get some air. I didn't like what I was doing but I had to do it. For Lenora.
After I'd seen enough, I drove home in silence. I didn't listen to the radio anymore. Just didn't feel right without y/n.
Despite the planning, the darkness and the grief going on in my life, the only thing that kept me going was the fact I might see y/n soon. But even then, I don't know if she'd even want to talk to me.
I had to leave to protect her and her parents. I understood them. I was the bad guy and she was the good girl and that's how it always was and always will be. There's no changing that.
When I got to the house, Earskell was sitting on the porch, a cigarette in his mouth
"You're late." He stated as I walked towards him.
"Yeah." I sighed.
I took my hat and jacket off then sat down next to him.
We sat in silence but it was far from that in my head.
I needed to leave tonight.
But I had to see y/n.
And I had to say some sort of goodbye.
But when I opened my mouth to say something, I closed it again. I wanted so bad to say goodbye but they'd be better off knowing nothing if the law came looking for me.
"Uncle...you have to be good to Grandma,"
I felt my eyes tear up. Thankfully it was dark so he couldn't see.
"She's hardly been out of bed since the funeral and without y/n here, she ain't been doin' good."
"I know." Earskell clenched his jaw.
"Grandma needs you, alright?"
He turned to me and nodded. But he looked longer than usual. It was almost like he knew.
I waited outside until Earskell went to bed. I walked in behind him and stood in the quiet house, my foot tapping the floor in thought.
If I was going to do it, it had to be now.
I collected my thoughts and quietly went into my room, packing a bag of basic clothes. My heart raced as I moved. Was I really doing this?
I stood and rubbed my hands over my face. I was crazy. What was I thinking? I sighed and sat on the edge of my bed, looking up at the art on the wall.
I never liked that drawing. It haunted me. Everything about this house and this town haunted me. Everything except from y/n.
I reached under my bed and pulled out an old wooden box. I sat it on my bed side table and opened it.
My daddy's old gun sat in the middle, accompanied by some bullets.
I gulped, staring at the weapon for a few moments before picking it up and loading it with shaky hands.
I placed it in my bag and left my room. I had every intent just to go. In the dead of night, just leave. But as I passed Grandma's room, I knew I had to write her. So I did. I quickly got out a pen and paper and wrote her a goodbye letter.
Dear Grandma,
I'm writing to you because I cannot say goodbye to your face. I love you and I will always remember the things you have done for me. What I'm about to do, I do because I have to, not because I want to.
Please do not try and find me.
Love your grandson, Arvin.
I rolled it and sat it in a tin can. I quietly opened her bedroom door and tip-toed in, gently placing it on her bedside table. I looked at her for a few moments and then left, heading out her room, down the hall and out the front door. I got into the car, throwing my bag in the back and driving off.
It was 2 o'clock in the morning so I wouldn't expect y/n's parents to be awake. I drove up the drive of her house, nerves and adrenaline rushing through me. I parked before the gate and hopped out. There were no lights on except from one. The front left window on the second story. y/n's room.
I smiled and walked carefully along the gravel, trying not to be too loud. I picked up a few of the small gravel stones in my hand and grinned up at her window.
I aimed and threw a stone. It hit her window perfectly. I smiled, the realisation that I might see her dawning on me. I threw another, and another, and another. I was about to throw yet another until she pulled her window up.
She peeped her head out the window and looked down in shock.
"Arvin, what the hell?!" She whisper-shouted.
"y/n! Come down, please." I dropped the stones, wiping my hands on my jeans.
She looked behind her and I could see her hair pulled back messily. She must have been lying in bed.
"I can't!" She whispered.
"y/n, I really need to see you."
She scoffed, "Maybe you shouldn't have been such an asshole and I might have come down."
I hung my head, "I'm sorry, I really am. I was just trying to protect you-"
"Protect me?!" She hissed.
"Can you just come down and we can talk about this? Please?" I clasped my hands together.
She hesitated, looking at me to her door and then back at me again.
"Wait in the car I'll be there soon." She whispered before shutting the window.
I grinned and silently celebrated, returning back to the car to wait on her. I bit my lip nervously, my hands gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white.
But soon a figure caught my eye. I saw y/n exit her house and close the door carefully. She checked her surroundings before jogging over to the car. She was in a white blouse with a white A-line skirt. Her hair was intricately pleated and tied with a white silk ribbon. She looked ethereal as I opened the door for her and she got in. She didn't wear any makeup so I could see her freckles that peppered across her skin and her natural glow in the moonlight.
"Hi." She gulped nervously.
"Hey...d'you wanna go to the lake?" I asked.
"Sure." She nodded.
I pulled out and drove away and onto the familiar road we took to go to our spot.
"So, y/n I just-"
"I recommend we talk when we get there because if I scream at you and we get into an accident, that's my fault." She stated, not taking her eyes off the road.
I gulped, "Okay."
We drove in silence down the quiet roads. No one was out except from travellers. We finally reached the lake and I parked just beside it.
It looked picturesque; the moonlight shining onto the river making it gleam at the stars and the trees were full and lush.
Reader's POV
We sat in silence for a few moments. It was awkward and tension filled the air. I had snuck out and risked getting grounded again for this.
"Arvin, why am I here?" I finally asked, arms folding in front of my chest.
"Just to see you. I needed to see you." He spoke quietly.
I felt all the emotions come back to me but I didn't have enough energy to shout at him.
"Why did you leave? Why did you do that?" I asked.
He sighed, "I was protecting you."
I rolled my eyes, "Protecting me? Protecting me from what?"
"From your parents kicking you out or for them hating you for the rest of your life because you wasted it on me." He snapped.
"Wasted? You think that if we were together it would waste my life?" I turned to him fully.
He lay his head back, "I'm not like you, y/n. I'm not rich, I don't live in a fancy house, I don't work in some office job. I wouldn't be able to give you what you wanted and that's why your parents don't like me and I understand that."
I spluttered then scoffed at his negative attitude.
"Arvin, you are you and that is all I want." I felt tears spring into my eyes.
He turned his head to look at me.
"I don't need a fancy house or tons of money..." I shook my head and reached over to take his hand.
"But I do need you." I took his hand to my lips and pressed kisses onto his skin.
He watched me and I could see him tear up.
"I can't ruin your life like this." He shook his head.
"You are not ruinin' my life, Arvin. You're doin' everything but that. My life is miserable without you." I smiled slightly.
He moved his hand from mine and traced his calloused hand over my cheek, then pushing some stray hairs behind before cupping my face. His thumb stroked my skin softly as a tear rolled down his face.
"Oh, Arvin," I exhaled in sympathy.
"I'm already causin' trouble. I snuck you out at two o'clock in the mornin' I mean, that's not very responsible is it?"
I chuckled, "We're still teenagers, Arvin. We can still have fun. We don't need to be responsible all the time."
He slightly smiled, looking at my lips then to my eyes.
"Can I kiss you?" He asked in a whisper.
I nodded, "Kiss me, Arvin."
He brought his lips to mine as I rested my hand on top of his. Our lips touched and it was as if nothing had happened and we were back to normal. It was soft and sweet, our lips moving in sync like we had done this a million times before. He slid his tongue into my mouth and I hummed at the taste of him. He moved his hand from my face to my waist and squeezed my skin. I took the initiative and crawled onto his lap.
It was a little awkward with my skirt but a chuckle and a giggle we resumed, lips clashing together in a new passion. Our tongues pushed and swirled in each other's mouths, exploring as much as we could.
His lips travelled to my neck and he sucked and licked over my skin. I moaned, threading my finger through his hair as I leaned back, allowing him more access to my neck. He kept going, kissing the spot on my neck he already knew I liked. I pulled him as close to me as possible and rolled my hips in reaction.
I moaned in pleasure and confusion. Arvin hesitated for a moment but when I experimentally rolled my hips again, he held them tighter and kissed my neck with more fervour.
I picked up a rhythm, grinding my hips down onto Arvin's jeans. The friction between my pants and his jeans sent pleasure coursing through me.
"Does that feel good?" Arvin asked even though he knew my answer.
"Feels so good," I moaned.
He helped my hips move faster on him and we stopped kissing in concentration. I tugged his hair in my fingers, closing my eyes to enjoy the unexpected pleasure. I paused to rip Arvin's jacket from his shoulders and to take his shirt off. He complied, lifting his arms and then shaking his hair back into place once it was off.
"Back seat." I mumbled breathlessly as I kissed his lips.
"You sure?" He asked in the same manner.
"Please." I whimpered.
We pulled away and I got off of him, shedding of my blouse and skirt on the passengers seat before getting into the back seat and lying down. Arvin removed his jeans awkwardly but then climbed on top of me relatively easily.
I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck as he dipped down to meet my lips again. His slid down my sides, cupping and groping my breasts covered by my bra. I gasped, arching up into him. He smirked at my reaction and snaked his hand around my back, unclipping it with ease and then throwing it in the front seat.
He palmed my boob with one hand while the other cupped my face, our lips sloppily kissing one another.
He started to kiss my jaw, my neck and then went further, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses down my breasts, my stomach and he stopped at my panties. He hooked his fingers under the waistband and I lifted my hips to help him take them off. He slid them off and discarded them.
I furrowed my brows in confusion when he didn't come back up to face me again. Instead, he lifted my legs and readjusted himself between my legs. I suddenly felt self-conscious as he was face-to-face with my crotch.
"Arvin, what're you-"
"Tell me if you want me to stop, baby." He said lowly before dipping his head between my thighs.
I gasped and gripped his hair instinctively as he licked my skin from my thigh to my core.
"Arvin," I moaned, his breath fanning over my core.
He looked up at me with his dark, lustful eyes as he licked a strip from my entrance to my clit. I bucked my hips onto him in shock and pleasure.
I had never even heard of this. I knew people had sex. But I didn't realise this was a part of it.
"Taste so good, baby." He mumbled.
His tongue flicked upwards on my clit and gained a steady pace. I held his head tightly, my fingers messing up his hair. I had never felt such pleasure before. His hands held my thighs but I noticed when one of them slipped from my skin.
I looked down at him and whimpered at the sight of him between my legs, tongue working against my clit expertly.
"Feels so good- oh my god!"
He slipped a finger into my entrance with ease, curling up to find my spot.
"Shit! Yes!" I arched my back, removing a hand from his hair to grip onto the back of the seat for some stability.
The duo of his tongue and his fingers was nearly too much for me to handle. Nearly. He kept going, never halting and praising me through it.
"Look so amazing, baby. Feel so good. Taste so sweet, darlin'."
"Arvin, I'm so close." I choked, feeling the same knot form in my stomach.
"Go on, baby. Come for me."
I held his hair and pushed him further into me as I felt my high approaching. He groaned as I chased my high, feeling myself clench around his fingers. His tongue never stopped and neither did his fingers as I came. I moaned loudly, my free hand trying to grip onto anything around me. My high washed over me euphorically, his mouth and fingers still riding me through it.
I pushed his head back a little when I became sensitive to his touch and he pulled away and lifted me off my back and swiftly onto his lap. I was still hazy but he kissed me softly, tucking some hair behind my ear.
"You did so good, baby." He uttered against my lips.
"That was...so good." I sighed in satisfaction.
"D'you wanna feel me?" He asked lowly.
I bit my lip and nodded, "Yes. God, please."
He smirked and lifted me up slightly with one arm as his other pulled his underwear down to his knees and he shrugged them off. I gulped at the sight of him again. He went to touch himself but I beat him to it, wrapping my hand around his member.
His breath hitched in his throat and he rested his hand on my thighs as I pumped my hand up and down, my thumb brushing over his tip each time.
I lifted off him and swiped his tip through my folds and then eased myself onto him. We both moaned as I sank down on him, bottoming out almost immediately because I was so wet.
"So tight, darlin', fuck." He groaned.
I moved up and down on him, picking the speed up relatively quickly.
Soon enough we were both panting, moaning messes. I bounced on him mercilessly, the sound of skin slapping filled the fogged car and I gripped onto his shoulder with one hand and the inside handle on the door with the other. Arvin's hands stayed on my waist, helping me to move up and down on him.
"Fuck, it feels so good. You feel so good, Arv." I moaned.
"So good for me, y/n. So fuckin' good." He leaned forward and encased my lips in a wet kiss before flipping me onto my back.
I gasped and then moaned in upmost pleasure as he pulled out and pushed back into me, his member hitting deep within me.
He dipped his head down to my neck and I clambered at his back, leaving scratch marks over him.
He thrusted into me relentlessly and I wrapped my ankles around him, bringing him as close to me as possible. Suddenly he shifted me down slightly and I moaned as his member continuously brushed against my spot.
"Yes! Right there, fuck!" I moaned, gripping onto him with dear life.
He continued, his grunts and moans filling my ears. I gripped his hair with one hand and his back with the other.
"Fuck, I love you so much." He said into my skin.
My heart fluttered, "I love you too. So much."
"You gonna come for me? Gonna come a second time for me? Good girl."
His words coaxed me into my second high. I arched my back and moaned louder than I should have but it felt too good. I held him as close to me as possible as he thrusted into me, every brush making my orgasm more intense.
"Fuck- baby, I'm gonna come." He groaned.
I released my legs from his waist and he pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty. I replaced his hand quickly and pumped him on top of my core. He watched with an agape mouth, pleasure consuming him as he finished. He painted all over my lower stomach but I didn't mind. I enjoyed watching him finish. I loved the fact I made him finish.
"Shit," He crashed next to me, panting.
We sat listening to each others breathing before he sat up and grabbed a handkerchief from his jacket pocket. I giggled as he brushed it over my skin, cleaning me up softly, mindful of the fact I was still sensitive.
He reached behind the seats and retrieved a blanket we'd often use for cold nights.
"I'll put the radio on." I smiled.
I reached forward and turned on the radio. A song finished and I sat back. Arvin had found a comfortable position in the corner and tapped next to him. I smiled and sat where he gestured, both of us putting our feet up and relaxing into each other.
'I'll Never Smile Again' by Frank Sinatra came on the radio and I nuzzled into Arvin's bare chest.
(PLAY NOW!)
Arvin's POV
"I love this song." She sighed sweetly.
I gulped, knowing that this song would now have a whole new meaning to her after this conversation. In fact, it was pretty fitting.
"y/n, I gotta tell you somethin' that might seem crazy and horrible but..." I spoke nervously and I could already feel the lump beginning to form in my throat.
She squeezed me a little, "What is it?"
I took a few deep breaths, gathering my thoughts and what I was about to tell her.
"I needed to see you tonight because...because I'm leavin'. Tonight."
She paused and then sat up, holding her half of the blanket over her chest.
"What the hell are you talkin' about?"
I gulped, "I have to do somethin' and I can't be here anymore."
"What d'you have to do, Arvin?" She asked, concern lacing her voice.
I looked into her eyes, "I need to avenge Lenora." I said truthfully.
I think she immediately knew what I meant. She stopped and stared at me with the same blank expression for nearly a whole minute.
"y/n please say somethin'."
"I uh...I don't know who you're gonna hurt. But do you really need to?" She asked.
I nodded, "I have to. I won't be able to rest until I do."
Her chin began to quiver, "But I need you."
She broke into a sob and I brought her close to me, holding her head to my chest and rubbing her back soothingly.
"You will be just fine without me, y/n. I know you will."
"How can I live my life knowin' you might be out there. Or what if you die, Arvin?! What will I do?!" She sat up, facing me, tears staining her once glowing face.
I cupped her face and wiped her tears away, "I love you. And I will always love you, y/n. You need to know that. If I could, I would stay with you."
She cried into my hands and I felt myself begin to break.
"I would stay with you. I'd marry you, I'd have kids with you and get a house with you. I'd spend the rest of my life with you if I could, y/n. But I can't." I felt tears fall down my face.
She shook her reddened face in my palms, "I can't go on without you, Arvin."
"Hey, yes you can." I stated.
"You will be just fine. You're startin' college after the summer and you'll be gettin' a job, a life."
"Without you." She cried.
"I know. I'm so sorry it has to be like this, y/n."
She looked at me, "I'm sorry, too."
I brought her back into me and we sunk into our original position. We were both still crying and we both knew.
"Keep close with Grandma but don't tell her anything about me. I don't want her worryin' and I don't want her knowin' if she doesn't have to." I said, kissing the top of her head.
"Okay." She nodded.
"I don't know where this'll take me. I don't know if I'll get in trouble for it, killed for it, or what. But I can't come back here even if it was to be with you."
"How could we reconnect if you did survive and get through it?"
I sighed, "I have no idea. I could be half-way across the fuckin' country."
She sniffled and wiped her nose, "I can't believe this is happening."
"I know, darlin'. I know." I kissed her head again.
We sat listening to the radio just being with each other for another hour. We fell asleep for an hour after that, wrapped in each other with the blanket draper over us. The sun rising woke us up. We awoke at the same time and readjusted our position to how it was before and watched the sun turn the sky red, pink, purple and orange.
"Ain't this the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?" She asked quietly, as if trying not to disturb the sun from continuing its venture into the sky.
I moved her hair away from her face and tilted her chin to look up at me.
"Nothing can or will ever be more beautiful than you, y/n." I said softly.
She smiled and colour rose to her cheeks. I leaned down and kissed her. It was deep and meaningful and timeless. Like the world stopped just for us. It was breathless and beautiful and it made my heart ache knowing I would never have this again.
She was the love of my life.
"I'll need to drive you home before your parents wake up." I sighed, pulling away from her.
She closed her eyes in dread but nodded in agreement.
We got out and peed then changed into our clothes. She took her hair out of the plait so it was wavy. I'd never seen it like that before. She looked beautiful. I leaned against the bonnet of the car with a cigarette in my mouth, watching the lake liven up again and the sun poking through the trees. y/n walked up slowly to me and stood next to me, wrapping her arms around me. We both looked at the scene in front of us and took it in.
"Let's get on the road, alright?" I whispered to her.
"Okay." She gulped.
I disposed my cigarette then we got in the car. I reluctantly drove away and we got back on the road, heading up to her house.
My hand stayed gripped in hers the whole way. I drove as slowly as I could up the drive but we reached the gate and I had to stop.
We turned to each other and crashed our lips together. We were both already crying so the breathlessness and the salty taste on our tongues was mutual. I cupped her cheeks and threaded my hands in her hair, then down her back and her waist to her hips and her ass, squeezing and then coming back up.
We both parted but stayed millimetres away, gasping for air.
"I love you." She said hurriedly.
"I love you too." I said it back.
"Fuck, I don't wanna get out the car." She cursed.
I brought her head to my clavicle, pressing my lips to her head and inhaling her scent.
"I love you." I said again as she pulled away.
She reached for me again, our lips meeting in a rushed, passionate manner.
Her hands moved into my hair to down my chest and then back up to cup my face.
"Fuck, I've gotta go, Arvin." She panted, a tear falling down her cheek.
"I love you." I said.
She hesitantly pulled away, our hands still intertwined.
"Be safe and do what you have to do, alright? I will always love you, Arvin." She said shakily.
"I will always love you, y/n." I stated, my eyes blurring.
She waited and paused and I knew she was about to go.
I leaned in again, kissing her deeply, getting the last taste of her, swirling my tongue hurriedly around hers in an attempt to savour every last moment with her.
We pulled away.
"I love you, Arvin."
"I love you, y/n."
She immediately got out the car. Slamming the door shut to rip the band-aid even more. I watched her as she walked up her driveway and up the steps to her house.
My heart shattered when she got in and shut the door without looking back.
"Fuck."
****
I sat down a few pews back from Reverend Teagardin, resisting the urge to shoot and kill him on the spot.
"Excuse me, Preacher?" I spoke up.
I looked up at him from my cap.
"You got time for a sinner?"
-
{Tags: @notanordinaryprincess96 @imagine-yourself-happy}
#arvin russel#arvin russel x y/n#arvin russel fluff#arvin russel smut#arvin russel angst#arvin russel x reader#arvin russel mini series#mini series#tom holland#tom holland series#tom holland fluff#tom holland angst#tom holland smut#tom holland fic#arvin russel fic#one shot#imagine#tom holland imagine#arvin russel imagine
92 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
spaceships-and-salty-air
Live great lives.
i-say-spooky-you-say-scary
RASCALLY TRASH
emilybeth8-blog
Sustainability - CADS 2000
rustedskyprisms
Neuro Electric Butterfly
dailytudors
The Tudor Family Daily