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nukaberries · 2 years

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Hi again! Thanks for the reply I really loved it! Expect to hear from me more cause I’m really into new Vegas! Could you do the companions + yes man and Benny reaction to Six having incredibly good hearing. Like can hear a dog whistle kind of good (bonus points if six is the “you talking shit” kind of person) thanks!!

Hey!! Don't worry, I adore New Vegas so it's always an honour to write for it!! This is such a fun idea and you know for sure that Six is gonna be like that! Whenever I write about Six/Sole/Lone etc. I always do it with my own characters in mind and my Six is DEFINITELY that kind of person LMAO

New Vegas Characters React to the Courier Having Incredibly Good Hearing

(Includes: Arcade, Boone, Cass, Lily, Raul, Veronica, Yes Man and Benny)

Arcade

When you first bring up your hearing to Arcade, he assumes you're joking. There's no way anyone can hear that well, he's sure of it. You prove him wrong soon enough, and he finds himself grumbling an apology for doubting you. He doesn't think much of it at first, just being sure not to mutter any complaints about you under his breath - you'd already caught him the last time he did that and threatened to sic ED-E on him. It's only when you're scouting out a location for Legionaries that he actually realises just how helpful your hearing can actually be. After battling it out and winning against a group of them, it seemed as though the area had been cleared out, with Arcade completely unaware of the Legionary that had survived sneaking up behind him in an attempt to slit his throat. It was only for the fact that you'd heard his quiet breathing and were able to turn around and shoot him before he could take out your companion that Arcade even survived. He found himself swallowing his pride and thanking you and your peculiarly incredible hearing.

Boone

Upon first joining up with you, Boone doesn't pay all that much attention to you or anything you have to say, truth be told. He doesn't want to get attached, after what happened to Carla and his child, assuming that this arrangement will also end in a death, whether that be yours or his own. It takes him a while to notice your hearing being far superior to his own, but when he does, he instantly points it out. By this point, he knows enough about you to expect you to take offense, assuming he's making fun of you for it, but you're more surprised when he points out it could be a useful skill to have. As the two of you travel together more and begin to fight better as a team, he often makes sure your hearing is used to your advantage, having you listen out for nearby targets that he can't see from the blind spots in his scope - something that saves his ass more times than he'd care to admit. You'd never considered your hearing to hold much value, yet now Boone makes you feel as though it's something to give you both the upper hand in combat.

Cass

At first, Cass doesn't really understand what's so interesting about your hearing, she's more annoyed when you complain about how she breathes too loud or how she's practically deafening when she's drunk. It'll likely become something the two of you argue about a lot, you'll tell her to be quieter when she eats and she'll tell you to "Shut you ears". It's nothing serious, just back and forth bickering between the two of you and you exclaiming that you heard her whisper how you're a moron. While Cass likes to voice her frustration about your particularly annoying talent a lot, she does find it pretty cool when she needs you to listen into whatever the Van Graffs are saying about her. She figures, eventually, that maybe it's got its perks too.

Lily

Quite early on in your travels with the Nightkin, Lily starts to notice quickly how sensitive your ears seem to be to loud noises - whether it be gunshots or even just someone speaking to you fairly loudly. Lily eventually asks you about it, not wanting to seem rude or hurt your feelings, but wanting to help you if you needed it. Ever the caring grandmother, once you explain to Lily that your hearing is extremely above average, she takes it upon herself to find a way to help you. The next time you speak with her, she presents to you a pair of earmuffs, ones that she'd knitted almost a forever ago for her Jimmy and Becky, so they wouldn't get cold as winter came in. She doesn't expect you to be thrilled with them, you're probably getting a little too old for your grandma to be knitting you things anyway, but when you seem so deeply touched by the gesture, she can't resist wrapping you into a tight hug.

Raul

Raul notices your hearing early on too, similar to Lily, but he decides to never bring it up to you, figuring that if you wanted him to know about it then he already would. Inevitably, you mention it in passing conversation like it's the most normal thing in the world and when he's taken aback by your casualness, you assume he's going to make fun of you. He clarifies that it's actually impressive and something he's almost envious of. Now a ghoul, Raul's senses are nothing like they used to be. he'd give anything to have hearing even the slightest bit like yours. Your own hearing ends up having its way of helping Raul out, when he can mumble something quietly enough for only you to hear - usually when someone was speaking to him and he didn't catch the end of their sentence and needs you to step in for him. Raul doesn't want you to feel like he's constantly depending on you, or that it's the only reason he travels with you so often, but it's nice to have someone help him here and there.

Veronica

If Veronica didn't think you were cool already, the fact that you can figure out where the Brotherhood bunker is based on the inaudible - to her - sound of an engine humming is definitive proof of that. It isn't long before she's showing you off like she won you at a fun fair, telling everyone how her buddy Six can hear the Lucky 38 slot machines from all the way in the Mojave Outpost (totally not true, by the way. She insists on you playing along) You have to admit, it leads to you winning a lot of bets against over confident NCR soldiers and drunken gamblers, but you do find yourself frequently insisting that one day, Veronica is going to get the both of you in trouble. Still, you can't help but enjoy the ego boost as she gushes about you to anyone and everyone who'll listen.

Yes Man

Somehow, Yes Man is already completely clued up on your hearing, but frankly it doesn't come as much of a surprise to you. You've met weirder Securitrons, shockingly enough. He refers to it as a "neat trick" as though it wasn't something you were born with before he continues to discuss the factions you need to check out. Of course, if he thinks that your hearing could be useful in certain situations, maybe around enemies with Stealth Boys, he will make a point to let you know before you go anywhere. He offers helpful advice, but knowing your hearing is superior to that of the average person's doesn't really mean much else to him.

Benny

You already know he's going to make a joke about how you should've heard him sneaking up behind you before he got the jump on you, maybe then he wouldn't have had the chance to shoot you in the head. You respond to this by practically rolling your eyes into the back of your skull and gifting him a broken nose. He immediately decides you owe him a new jacket, since this one is now covered in his blood. Knowing full well that Benny is a gossip who can't keep his mouth shut, you aren't surprised when he starts asking you to listen out for people talking about him behind his back. You're pretty sure it's your fault he had that argument with Swank in the middle of the Tops lobby, but you decided that's just karma getting him.

#thank god i decided to add a cut to this one #scrolling is becoming PAINFUL #writing boone and lily was so fun though <33 #fallout #fallout new vegas #fallout x reader #fallout courier six #craig boone #arcade gannon #rose of sharon cassidy #lily bowen #raul tejada #veronica santangelo #courier 6 #benny gecko #fallout headcanons #fallout imagines

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peterpparkrr · 2 years

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Pinned (pt. 2)

Series: Pinned

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x f!reader

Summary: Lord Bridgerton continues to find ways to be in his seamstress’ presence. A truth is revealed that poses as a harsh reminder of the way the world works.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: The first part of this story (which was supposed to be a oneshot) got so much love, so thank you for the patience, and here is part 2 of an ever-growing story. Let me know what you think of it! And what you’d like to see from this story in the future!

First part // next part

It was easy to fall deep into a reverie when you were working. There was something so methodical and repetitive about sewing that it was easy for you to end up woolgathering while your hands completed the work they’d been trained for the past few years to complete so effortlessly.

And these days it felt like you had more and more to think about.

Your bizarre evening with Lord Bridgerton had left you far more rattled than you wanted to let on.

The entire thing had felt like a fever dream.

You still had no idea what had taken a hold of him in the moment that he had decided to escort you to your meeting. It had seemed remarkable out of character for a gentleman to take an interest in you that was not overtly sexual in nature.

But Lord Bridgerton seemed to lack the entitlement that men usually held when approaching you.

Which in turn made you all the more suspicious of his motivations.

You don’t like not knowing what to expect.

“Miss,” You heard a voice call out, suddenly snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Oh!” You turned around and looked up to see Lord Bridgerton standing on the other side of the counter. “Lord Bridgerton, what can I help you with?” You ask him as you move to set aside the pair of trousers you were hemming.

“I find myself in desperate need of another suit,” He tells you.

Your brows furrow in confusion as you look up at him.

“But you just-”

“Are you trying to talk me out of buying something at your shop?” Anthony asks, gently teasing. “I am more than happy to take my business elsewhere,” He adds with a sweeping arm motion to the door.

“I-I uh,” You stutter slightly as you stare back at him with wide eyes.

You spare a glance back towards the office where Mr. Raugland is balancing the books. Thank God for that small mercy. It was the only time during the day that he has the door closed and can’t hear much of anything coming from the storefront.

“That was meant to be a joke,” He tells you after a moment.

“I suppose I did not find it very funny,” You reply sharply. “My lord,” You add quickly.

“My apologies,” Lord Bridgerton tells you. “But I really do need another suit.”

“I already have your current measurements, do you know what style you’d like this one to be?” You ask him politely.

Lord Bridgerton studies you for a moment as he seems to consider his answer.

“No, I’m afraid I don’t, could you help me pick something out?” He asks.

“Of course,” You reply as you step out from behind the counter. “You can follow me right this way.”

“This is some of our selection,” You explain as you begin to rattle off your usual sales pitch. gesturing to various cuts and styles as you lead him through the samples.

“Would you like to see how any of them fit?” You ask him as you turn to face him again.

Lord Bridgerton nods but doesn’t give you any indication of which ones in particular, so you select some of your favorites as you walk him over to the dais by the mirrors.

He’s quiet as you help him out of his jacket and vest, it’s not until you’re helping him into one of the first vest styles that he begins to make conversation.

“How long have you been a seamstress?” He asks out of the blue.

“I’ve been sewing since I was old enough to hold a needle steady, and I got my first job when I was thirteen,” You tell him quietly as you focus on the buttons.

“And how old are you now?” He asks.

“I thought with all that genteel breeding that your sort were supposed to know better than to ask impertinent questions,” You comment as you smooth the fabric of the vest over his shoulders, making the mistake to look up at him as you do so, only to find him already looking down at you.

And that is when you realize you are standing far too close to him.

You quickly step back off the dais and pretend to busy yourself taking in the cut of the vest before helping him into the matching jacket.

“What do you think?” You ask as you his reflection in the mirror, only to realize that his gaze is instead focused on your reflection.

“I should be asking you that,” He tells you. “I want to know what you think of it.”

“I think it fits you very well,” You tell him. The Viscount looks incredibly handsome in the dark vest and jacket. In your strictly professional opinion, of course.

“Do you?” He asks, a wide grin crossing his face as he notices your expression.

“Do not tease me,” You warn him gently as you step up to help him out of the jacket.

“That’s right, you do not like teasing,” He acknowledges as he unbuttons the vest.

“I do not like being made the butt of a joke,” You correct him as you take the vest off as well.

“I would-” Lord Bridgerton begins to protest before you quickly cut him off.

“Perhaps you wouldn’t, but I do not know you, my Lord,” You point out as you turn back to face him. “But I have known enough men like you,” You add quietly.

He looks like he wants to press further but when you hold up the next vest he only slips his arms through it and focuses on doing up the buttons.

“Obviously on you, this would be taken in here,” You tell him softly as you pull the loose fabric taut against his body, your other hand pulling down on the fabric in front so that the lines are straight.

“Obviously,” Anthony parrotted back quietly, though his muscles tensed nervously under the fabric that your hand was pulling at.

It really is a shame, this new style does such wonders for the male anatomy, yet they’re still hidden under long jackets, tails, and overcoats.

“It’ll match well with this jacket, I think,” You tell him as you move to grab the brighter blue velvet.

He slips his arms in and you smooth the shoulders and back before moving back around to the front to pull the fabric so that it hangs nicely and he can better idea of what it might look like for him. Your fingers linger as they trace up and down the front lapels.

“So what exactly do you need another suit for?” You ask him as you start to pull at the hems, folding and cuffing where you need to.

“Is it not enough to want to see you?” He asks lowly as he dips his chin down slightly to catch your eye.

You roll your eyes, though you can feel your cheeks begin to heat against your own volition as you avert your gaze.

“I am being serious,” You clarify.

“Well, because this is the season that I intend to marry, my mother has decided that we must attend every event,” He tells you. “And since that doubles, if not triples my usual social obligations, I figured it best to get another suit before my mother could berate me for my clothing on top of everything else.”

Married? Did he already know whom he was going to propose to? Had he already proposed to some young debutante?

You had thought yourself a sensible woman. And you’d never had a problem with your place in the world. But the way your heart had stuttered at Lord Bridgerton’s causal admittance of his impending nuptials? It had hurt in a way that you had not expected. Stabbing at the tender softness in your chest that had not yet been hardened.

He had spoken to you like he cared about you. Truly cared about you, and you’d been naive enough to believe it true. All the while he had been planning to marry someone.

Someone else.

You were far more naive than you had realized.

“Oh,” You reply after a beat. “I see.”

“Which do you prefer? This one or the first?” You ask him, quickly snapping back into real life. Needing the reminder that you were working, that you were in the middle of a consultation for a customer.

Nothing more.

“They’re both fine, do you have a preference?” He asks as he turns to look at himself in the mirrors.

“You’re the one who has to wear them, you ought to choose,” You point out as you turn to busy yourself with clearing away the garments you’d set aside.

“This one, then, I think,” He tells you.

“Very good, my Lord,” You reply politely, trying desperately to keep your tone distant as you set up to take the jacket from him, avoiding his gaze as you do so. Building your walls back up as you do so. Trying not to focus too hard on how quickly you had been willing to let them crumble in the first place.

“Are you alright?” He asks after a moment as he steps towards you. You can hear the concern laced into his words, and you wish you could just believe him, to talk to him. But you should have known from the beginning that this could never happen.

“Of course,” You reply quickly, your voice turning chipper and false as you turn to put the garments back on their hangers.

“I said something wrong,” Lord Bridgerton surmises astutely. “What did I say?”

“Nothing, my lord,” You reply as you take the vest from him, placing them over your arm as you begin to move back through the shop. “I’ll have these garments ready for you by the end of the week.”

“And will you be delivering them?” He asks, and you think you might see a glimmer of hopefulness in his eyes. One that you see in an entirely new light after his previous comments. A hope that you cannot allow to stand, not in relation to yourself.

“That is what the delivery boys are for,” You remind him, harkening back to your first real conversation with him.

“I see,” He replies slowly.

“Yes,” You state as you move back behind your counter. Finding some semblance of safety with the barrier now places between you.

“I am sorry,” He offers. “For whatever I said-”

“You said nothing wrong,” You tell him quickly as you look up at him, already shaking your head. “I’m sorry.”

You see a pair of gentlemen walk through the door.

“I have to help those customers,” You tell him before you turn away from him, not looking back until you heard the door close again and you see Lord Bridgerton making his way down the pavement.

Distance. All you needed was distance, to remind you that you lived in two very different worlds. Worlds that would never truly overlap.

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nikoruistyping · 2 years

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Stuck with you || Leon S. Kennedy (RE2 Remake)

Leon S. Kennedy x RPDOfficer!Fem!reader

Summary: It's a dark and stormy night in Raccoon City and also the perfect setting for a zombie apocalypse of course. You find yourself stuck in the RPD with none other than your partner in crime Leon S. Kennedy. As the both of you explore the new and abandoned environment you both find yourselves fending off zombies, running away from them, and getting stuck in safe rooms too...what more could go wrong? Maybe it's not so bad being stuck in a room with Officer Kennedy just for a few hours...right?

TW: Smut, Angst, Emotional Post Apocalyptical Shit, Nudity, Adult Language/Swearing, Roleplaying (Kinda), Oral sex (Fem Receiving), Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Intense Making Out/Kissing, Some Arguing, Violence/Gore (Basically just shooting zombies and some blood), Tending to wounds (Blood and open wounds stuff ya know), Gun Fire/Shooting (At Zombies obviously), Some Commitment Issues (because the world is ending obviously)

Word Count: 4,196

A/N: I totally forgot how much I loved this game and that I basically grew up playing RE4, 5 and 6! I saw some walkthroughs of the new RE2 & RE3 Remake like a year ago and this one-shot smut has been sitting in my drafts for a god damn year just unpublished. I decided to release it due to the new movie coming out to quench yall’s thirst for Leon from the video games at least since I lowkey hate the cast they picked for the movie. Hopefully, I nail everything on the head and get the details right! Hope you all enjoy it and thank you!

UPDATE: READ PT. 2 (RE4 Remake)

"Are you sure this is the right hallway to the darkroom?" You whispered as you held your handgun close to your chest.

Your breath was heavy from having outrun some zombies from the last room you ventured into with Leon. He seemed to be unaffected from all this exercise, it probably was all that training at the police academy or maybe he was just built well, very well you might add. Ypu were guilty of having stolen a few glances here and there at his budging muscles in his police uniform.

"You sure do ask a lot of questions Y/N. According to the map, yes it should be right around this corner." He clutched onto his shotgun tightly, swiftly turning the corner as you followed suit, making sure to look around and behind every corner.

"Well, maybe I wouldn't ask so many questions if you just communicated with me a bit more." You said with a snarky attitude as the moan and grunting of a nearby zombie echoed close by.

You decided to stay quiet, slowly stepping on your tippy-toes but that didn't last very long when another zombie started to wildly scratch at the boarded-up windows near the Darkroom. Another zombie crawling on the floor ready to take a bite at your ankles. You pointed your flashlight to the ground pulling the trigger on your handgun, shooting it right in the head two times without hesitation. Bang Bang. Blood splattered all over the floor and onto the tips of your shoes. Leon aimed for the zombie that was knocking at the window and shot right through the glass. Boom. You heard the loud cocking of the shotgun as he reloaded and shot once more, glass shattering and flying all over the both of you. You heard Leon loudly grunt as you were positive he cut himself with one of the flying shards. Both of your gunshots had only caused more trouble by alerting the rest of the dormant zombies that were roaming the halls carelessly and the moaning and groaning became louder. Shadows of rotting corpses creeping towards you, ready to pounce.

"Fuck! Come on, get in!" Leon said as you quickly ran into the Darkroom right behind him and he slammed the door shut with his shoulder. He shifted his whole body weight against the door holding it closed while their nails seemed to screech against the door, trying to claw their way inside. The wooden door rattling as Leon made sure that door stayed closed like his life depended on it.

"A little help would be nice!" He yelled at you from across the room. You quickly grabbed a metal chair making sure to put it right under the doorknob and propping it up to blockade the door. Safety at last.

"Jesus Christ...that was a close one. We really need to get you a silencer for that trigger finger of yours." He said bending down and putting his hands on his knees, exhaling while his eyes were focused on the floor. Blood was running down his bicep in dark red streams, droplets falling onto the cracked concrete, making creating a somewhat intriguing pattern.

"Seriously?! You wanted me to just do nothing while a zombie was about to bite me?! You also didn't need to use your loud and proud shotgun to take out one zombie!-” You we’re practically out of breath while you ranted, Leon never seemed to catch a break, you both have been acting like cat and dog all day.

“Thanks though...for saving our asses...again." You admitted, the tone in your voice defeated.

You walked over to the table in the middle of the room putting down your handgun and taking off your RPD hip pouch, unstrapping the bulletproof vest from your chest. A sigh of relief escaped your lips, you tried to take a minute to calm down. The adrenaline pumping in your veins had you completely on edge and you werent feeling like yourself all day, but then again not everyone is thrown into a borderline zombie apocalypse on their first day on the job.

You were one of the rookies that was suppose to start today just like Leon. The both of you had been paired to be working as partners but this wasn't what you expected when you had arrived to Raccoon City. Everything was abandoned, crumbling to pieces and it looked like a massacre happened outside. Nowhere was safe anymore and everything about your past life didn't matter right now, the goal was to survive every second.

You heard Leon curse under his breath while he sat on the spare cot that was in the room, his hand holding the bleeding gash that was on his bicep. You quickly decided to take action by rummaging around the room in hopes to find a first aid kit or anything at this point to help your partner. You might not have gotten off on the right foot when first meeting him but that didn't make it any less important that the both of you had to stick together through this, because being alone would have been much worse.

At last, after opening every drawer and cabinet you were able to find a first aid kit. You walked over to Leon, getting down on one knee as you put the open kit on the cot beside him.

"What are you doing Y/N? I'll be fine, I promise. Right now, we need to rest and wait for this to pass." He said giving you a weak smile looking down at you with his piercing blueish grey eyes.

"No Leon. It's not fine, you're bleeding all over the place and I don't think you want this cut to get infected, do you?" You asked tilting your head to the side, slowly placing your fingertips on his muscular bicep and rotating his arm closer to you so you could see the wound better.

"Take off your shirt." You commanded him to do without even blinking an eye.

You didn’t even realized how it sounded or what you had said but a blush came across your face at the thought that a half-naked Leon would be right in front of your eyes in mere seconds.

Leon hesitated for a second but proceeded to unstrap his bulletproof vest and toss it to the side. He slowly peeled his shirt off and Jesus Christ what a sight. You couldn't help but glance over and admire his sculpted body. The deep valleys and dips in his abs, his defined V line that ran against his waistline, and even his collarbones looked appealing. The crappy lighting in the room somehow making all the right parts of his body glisten like golden glitter.

"May I...?" You asked as Leon nodded his head in response and let you grab hold of his arm, rotating it towards you.

You grabbed the tweezers from the box and started to see if you could find any glass shards in the cut and of course, there were a few pieces lodged deep in there.

"This is...well it's going to hurt. There’s no sugar coating that." You say while starting to slowly spread the skin open with your fingertips and reaching into the fleshy parts, pulling out glass pieces one by one. You could hear Leon grunting under his breath, clearly in pain as a thin layer of sweat started to develop on his skin.

"I'm almost done, I promise." You say trying to reassure him and he grinds his teeth together in response.

His knuckles go white as he grips the bottom edge of the cot. You couldn't help but get distracted by his veiny hands and how hot and bothered he made you feel while admiring every part of him. You weren't going to lie, yes it had been a while since anyone's touched you in that way and this whole situation right now wasn’t your number one choice for getting out there to meet that someone special. You would be lying if you said you didn't find Leon attractive because he was way more than attractive, he was obviously your type. Strong, blonde, brooding and blue-eyed type that you wouldn't mind if he pinned you against the wall and took you right then and there.

You shook your head trying to get the dirty thoughts out of your mind and you placed the tweezers down, moving onto the brown glass bottle of Hydrogen Peroxide. You picked up a hefty amount of cotton gauze, unscrewed the cap, and soaked it in the liquid. You hesitated a little bit before pressing the gauze firmly into the wound and you could feel Leon squirm a little, most likely because it burned like a bitch.

"Fucking hell..." He said a bit too loud and placed his hand onto your shoulder squeezing tightly as the liquid filled his wound with white fizzing bubbles.

"Just hang in there. One more step left." You said reaching into the kit for the antibacterial liquid and dabbing it into the cut with your finger. Leon let out a sigh of relief as the burning had stopped and you wrapped up the gash with white bandage that was in the kit. You made sure to tightly wrap it around his arm, trying to also be delicate and not touching the sensitive area too much.

"Thank you…I appreciate it." His voice low and shallow.

You got up off the floor and sat in the spot right next to him on the cot. Leon had noticed a stray piece of hair in your eye and brushed it back, tucking it behind your ear. He let his hand rest on your cheek for just a moment, pulling it away quickly when he realized how close he was to you. Your cheeks got all flushed by his touch and you could feel your body heating up by being this close to him, what the hell was happening to you?! It couldn't be possible that you had actually developed feelings for him in less than 24 hours. It's just impossible. Your body was clearly reacting because you craved the touch of another human being, right?

"Sorry, I-it looked like it was in your eyes." He said with a smile as you were leaning more and more into him that both of your lips were inches away from each other but the moment quickly fell flat when it was interrupted by radio static coming through the walkie-talkie.

"Oh shit! That must be Marvin." You say reaching for the walkie-talkie from your hip pouch that was on the table.

You fiddle with the buttons to get the right channel and you press the button to speak.

"Marvin?! Marvin are you there?" You shout into the walkie.

"Y/N? Leon? It's Marvin! I____the lobby is__________with_____too many of them!" He says over the very static signal and his words get chopped off and broken, the signal soon dies out.

"Fuck! God damnit! This whole place is getting overrun. We need to get out of here Leon." You say in desperation as you put your hands on the table, hanging up the walkie-talkie, and turning around to face him while you lean against the flimsy wood of the table.

"I know, but right now we need to wait it out. I don't think you have any ideas on how we can pass the time, do you?" He asked with what seemed like a mischievous smile on his face while he stood up and walked towards you.

His hands immediately resting on both sides of the table, pinning you in between. His head slowly cocking to the side while he leaned in closer to you.

You looked away for a second breaking eye contact with him. You could feel the heat of his breath on your neck and that alone was making you weak in the knees. He was acting pretty bold for a man who you thought was all about being a hero and saving the world. He acts as if you both weren’t literally bantering five minutes ago.

"I have a few ideas..." You said with a small smirk on your face as well.

You placed your hand on the waistband of his uniform trousers. Your fingers fiddling with his belt buckle but not fully undoing it. You saw the way he raised his eyebrows at you, his breath hitching ever so slightly as your fingertips glided along the edge, teasing him.

"Please do enlighten me Officer Y/LN. What were you thinking of doing to me exactly?" His eyebrows furrowing slightly as if he was geuinely curious.

"Well, I was hoping that actually, you could do something to me..." You paused for a moment as you leaned closer towards his body, your hands sliding up from his waist to pressing against the pecks on his chest and your lips going to his ear.

"I want you to....fuck me, Officer Kennedy. Can a rookie like you handle that?" You said pulling away to see his expression, it was like you had unleashed a beast within him by uttering those words. You were pretty sure that Leon was also just as touch-starved as you were, so what was the harm in indulging in one another?

"When you say it like that, how can I refuse?" He said as his hands snaked around to your waist, having a firm grip on you as he lifted you up in one swift movement, high enough so that you could sit on the wooden table.

Next thing you know his lips found their way to yours and there was no stopping this now. The way he kissed you, so ravenous, this man was in dire need and so were you. His hands caressed your body in all the right places as you opened your legs wider so that he could fit perfectly into the space inbetween. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your hands went straight to the nape of his neck, tugging at the little hairs there. His tongue pushing and pulling with yours while the both of you fought for dominance. You let a small moan slip from your lips when you felt his hands grab at your ass, squeezing the soft tissue, his hands snaking up your back bringing along your shirt with them. The kiss broke apart for just a moment as he pulled the shirt off of you and tossed it to the side and he took a moment to admire your body, observing every curve, dip, and even the valley between your breasts.

"This looks like it might be illegal. I'll have to confiscate this Officer." He said in heavy breaths, not even giving you time to respond back. His hands went immediately to your back, his skillful fingers unclasping your black lacey bra and freeing your breasts, leaving you completely exposed.

You responded with a small moan as he began fluttering kisses down your neck and making sure to leave hickies all over, biting your delicate skin and licking the spot over and over again. The heat of his tongue made your core boil even more while he squeezed and touched you in all the places you were craving for so long. Each kiss he placed needy and feverish while you squeezed your legs around him tighter, your hips grinding against his in unison. You could already feel his hard-on through his trousers, you were in the same boat as you could already feel yourself becoming wetter the more he did everything right to your body. Your hands made their way down to his belt buckle expect this time you made sure to push and pull it until it unbuckled completely and unbuttoned his trousers. Your hands slowly ghosted over his hard-on and you could feel him respond by pausing every few seconds while his lips traveled down your body, littering your skin with kisses left and right. One hand squeezed your breast while the other was hooked onto the belt loops of your pants, ready to undo them.

"Leon...please..." You begged in between small moans that you tried to suppress as you hid your face in the crook of his neck.

"I'm not finished with you just yet." He said almost with a husky growl as he slowly started to help you slip off your pants, your panties sliding off at the same time leaving you completely naked and vulnerable to him.

He wasted no time getting in between your legs, his kisses making your inner thighs get goosebumps by the touch of his lips on your skin. You bit your lip at the sight of seeing him on his knees for you, worshipping you like a goddess. Leon seemed to be completely enthralled with the idea of going down on you. He started by swirling his tongue around your clit and then moved back down to trace your slit. Your hands immediately moved into his hair, raking through his brownish blonde locks and pulling him closer. He knew exactly what he was doing to you, your body reacting to him like it never had before. He continued to lick up and down your slit, his calloused fingertips rubbing at your clit, a whole new kind of sensation coursing through your body as you let out a wanton moan. You bucked your hips against him, grinding your pussy on his lips needy for more.

"I'm so close-" You barely were able to get out as he relentlessly continued to pleasure you with his tongue and god did this man have a skilled tongue.

Your whole body clenched when you suddenly felt two fingers prod into your enterance and slowly push in. He scissored his fingers, spreading you open and you certainly were tighter than expected. You could feel the knot inside your core tightening to the extreme. The feeling of his lips around your clit and his fingers being thrust in and out of your pussy made you see stars, your eyes shuttering, and your body trembling.

You came, crying out his name, you were pretty sure even the zombies on the other side of the door probably heard you. He kept licking stripes up and down your slit. You could feel your cum running down your inner thighs as your legs squeezed around his head bringing him closer. He pulled away for a moment to take a breath and stood right back up, his hips aligned with yours as you watched him lazily, drunk off the feeling of reaching your climax. Slowly he lowered his trousers and briefs just enough to reveal his popping erection. Laid flat up against his lower abs, he bit his lip seeing you so unraveled and needy for him. His lips found their way back to yours, his tongue pressing up against yours making sure you could taste yourself on his lips. The way he kissed you was passionate yet rough it was like nothing you had ever experienced before. He had you under a complete trance and for a moment you even forgot that the world was probably crumbling outside of this room that the two of you were stuck inside together. Your hands slide up his arms and you gave a gentle squeeze to the bandaging you had put on his bicep. He pressed a bit harder into kissing you, his teeth grazing your lower lip catching it and biting it in response to the slight pain he felt.

"Fuck Leon, I need you...please..." You said practically begging at this point as you craved to have his cock inside you.

"Did I mention how hot you sound when you beg?" He said with a smug look on his face, your legs already feeling like jelly at this point but you had just enough strength to pull his hips closer to you.

His cock filled you completely in one stroke, the head brushing against your wet slit as it entered you. You squeezed your eyes shut as his length stretched your walls. He drew his hips back and then thrusted back into you. Gasps and whines fell from your lips while he fucked you. You drew arbitrary patterns on his back with the pads of your fingers. Your toes curled as he slammed into you over and over again. His hands gripping the table under you as he struggled to steady himself with each and every thrust the faster he went in and out of you. His nose nuzzled into your neck as he struggled to hold back his groans of pleasure. You bit your bottom lip in the process while your fingers scratched into his back, definitely leaving a mark. His cock stroked along your g-spot, coaxing your orgasm to come faster. You could feel your muscles tensing. Your second orgasm was on the brink of happening and your moans were louder than you thought possible being as you couldn’t hold them in any longer.

"Cum for me...Y/N..." He had whispered into your ear, it flushing red with each and every word he had said.

You had cursed his name under your breath as your whole core had tensed up for a moment as you came. His hips still thrusting into yours as you rode out your high and you could feel him release inside of you, your fingers relaxing and tapping against his shoulder blades as both of your breaths were heavy and panting. His head leaned against your shoulder as his hands laid against the small of your back holding you close. Your legs had tightened around his waist keeping him close to you as you both took a moment to really process what just happened. That really fucking happened?!

"So...that really happened..." You say in a low whisper, as Leon had taken the liberty to pull away from you, fixing himself as he pulled up his boxer briefs and his trousers, bending down to find his belt and buckling it back in place, his hand going up to his forehead and wiping off the layer of sweat that had built up from the workout you both had done.

You start to scramble to pull up your own panties and pants as you hopped off the table looking for your bra that had been discarded on the floor. The room had fallen under a heartbreaking silence as the both of you acted as if nothing had happened.

"Jesus Christ Leon! Say something! See this is your problem, you don't fucking communicate with me! You sure as hell were communicating with my damn body two seconds ago!" You say frustrated at the whole situation as you held your shirt in one hand while you stood across the room pointing your finger at him.

"Y/N please just give me a minute to think! I'm not good with this kinda thing...with commitment or whatever the hell you wanna call it." He says turning around to face you, slipping his t-shirt back onto his torso, his teeth grinding against each other while he lifted his arms.

"Oh please, are you really telling me you have commitment issues all of a sudden?! You sure weren't having those problems while you fucked me into oblivion on that table!" You yelled at him, the moaning and groaning of zombies from the other side of the door seeming to get inherently louder the more you raised your voice.

"What the hell do you want me to say Y/N?! That I really enjoyed it, that I might actually have feelings for you, that after all this is over I want to still see you again?! Is that what you want?" He says between heavy breaths, his eyes locking with yours.

"Leon...I-" You stutter to get out as you look into his blueish-grey eyes and you could see the fear.

"Do you have any idea how serious things are out there?! For fucks sake I don't even know if we are gonna survive this and right now you're the only person I have left...if I lost you...I don't know what I'd do..." He says under his breath as a tear starts to well up in your eye as you could hear the pain in his voice.

"I'm sorry Leon I shouldn't have said that...Things are pretty fucked up right now in the world and even though I just met you...there is clearly some type of chemistry between us is there not...?" You ask as if hoping he says something or anything at this point so the silence in the room doesn't kill you.

"Yeah...there is." He says as his steps make their way to you, his hand finding yours and holding it, squeezing every so often.

"Maybe, after all of this is over...I can get you a drink first...how does that sound?" He says with a small smile on his lips as you look back into his eyes and you couldn't help but chuckle a bit.

"Sure, I would love that. Promise you won't die on me, Officer Kennedy." You say as you pull him in for a hug, he really looked like he needed one.

"You know that I don't make any promises." He says as his hands clench at your back holding you tightly.

"Stop ruining the moment Kennedy." You say with a chuckle as you're still hugging him close, not wanting to let go.

The two of you still had a long time to wait out in the Darkroom and who knows what else would happen between you two during that time. You hoped that eventually the world would be saved and things could maybe go back to normal one day. You sure as hell weren't going to miss out on that drink Leon owed you.

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rae-is-typing · 2 years

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hi! For the dialogue prompts things, can I request 17, 20, 24 with Chris e and Sebastian please? Also if you could add chemistry as a class please, it's really getting me down :( thanks!

This was also written a long time ago. Sorry for the wait my love!!! I too hate chemistry with a passion. Although, I do prefer it to biology. Enjoy :)

Chemical Equations

Description: Fuck chemistry lmao

Characters: You, Evans, Stan

Warning: Mentions of self-harm as a result of compounding stress, homework, and chemistry

Word count: 600

17: “You look like you need a hug.”

20: “How long have you been standing there?”

24: “Be nice to the kid, it’s been a rough day.”

“So take 3 mols of sulfuric acid and put it over 72 grams of NaCl- shit, fuck. No-” You cut yourself off with a groan. “Why is this shit so hard?”

Huffing in defeat, you drop your pencil onto your notes and your face into your hands. Chemistry, stoichiometry more specifically is kicking your ass. All of your other classes, writing 115, history 111, and comm 112, were going swimmingly. But chemistry was something else entirely… All of the different elements, terms, and equations confused you more than the two languages you had to learn for a movie early in your career.

“Okay, I am fluent in three languages, I am managing to do high school, a movie for a multi-million dollar industry with up to 12 hour work days. I can do some chemical equations before my day ends. I’m smart. I can fucking do this.”

You flip to your original notes from the online lecture. Near illegible instructions and notes scribbled on the side fill the coffee stained paper. You do your best to make out the instructions and copy the steps on another piece of coffee stained paper. Worrying an eraser between your fingers, you try to work out the problem.

After three unsuccessful attempts, you threw your pencil at the wall with a shout of pure rage. “I am so fucking over this! I swear to God that I am going to jump off a fucking cliff or shoot myself in the fucking head! This shit is absolutely fucking ridiculous.”

During your time trying to focus, you missed footsteps echoing through your trailer. But you didn’t miss the creaking of the door as someone leaned against the door frame. With your head resting on your desk and tears of frustration beginning to slip onto the paper littering your desk. “How long have you been standing there?” You choke out, keeping your head down.

“Long enough.” The worried voice of Chris Evans rings throughout your small study area. “Are you okay, kiddo?” Sebastian’s voice joins the party. “You look like you need a hug.” That was enough to make the tears flow more freely than they were beforehand. “I fucking hate high school,”

“Oh, Y/N.” Chris sighs, moving to crouch by you. Chris always treated you like one of his little nieces or nephews. “What’s up? C’mon, talk to us.”

You sniffle, turning towards him. “Fuck chemistry.” In spite of the situation, Chris smiles. “I’m sorry, hon,” He begins to rub your back. “I think you should stop for the night then.” You furrow your brows. It was only about seven PM, you still had plenty of time to get your chem homework done. “It’s only seven, Chris,” You start, sitting up and wiping your face. “I have to get this done.” “Y/N, it’s eleven PM.” Sebastian cuts in, checking his phone. “You really should call it a night.”

“Really?” You ask, rubbing your eyes.

“Yeah, come on then. You need to go to bed,” Sebastian says, stepping forward and offering you a hand.

“Thanks,” You mumble, letting him pull you up and walk you to your bed right next to the small study area. Meanwhile, Chris takes a look at your homework, trying to decide whether or not he would be able to help. His face contorts in confusion as he flipped through your chaotic notes.

“Jesus, kid. No wonder you're having trouble. These notes are something else.” Sebastian throws a pointed look at his blond co-star and friend. “Be nice to the kid, it’s been a rough day.”

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minqci · 2 years

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hi um can i request for itto, xiao, diluc and thoma reacting to their s/o unconscious and and bleeding (but its just a prank)

♡ pranking genshin boys that you're unconscious would include...

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please let me know if this was okay, i'm experimenting with writing styles! by the way this is a modern-day college au setting. thank you for reading and enjoy my loves ^^

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: ̗̀➛ itto:

➸ itto is somewhat of a drama queen, so pranking him was always hilarious.

➸ you've pranked him here and there, but they were just simple pranks like surprising him with beans or saying his muscles are disappearing.

➸ but you wanted to try something new. you were talking with yoimiya one day and asked her about it.

➸ "come on, yoimiya! help me!" you pleaded. "ugh, fine. but you have to promise you will only use this prank on itto!" yoimiya said. you nodded and she quickly whispered her plan.

➸ her plan was to pretend to be unconscious on the floor as itto comes home. the plan sounded simple enough, you just needed to experiment with fake blood.

➸ you decided to combine some ketchup and strawberry jam, and your plan was ready to execute.

➸ itto usually came home around the afternoon, he used to hang around his gang the entire day but ever since you got together, he always missed you.

➸ yoimiya was one of the accessories in your prank, she was gonna go up to itto and tell him how she hasn't seen you all day. just to add a tinge of worry.

➸ itto was heading up to your apartment but yoimiya caught up to him. "hey itto, have you heard from y/n lately? i haven't seem them all day." a bit of worry settles in. "well, i haven't heard from them too but i'm heading up to their apartment now!"

➸ you heard the keys through the door and lied down, your fake blood spread across your arms and the floor.

➸ "honey? i'm ho-" itto froze after seeing the 'blood' everywhere. then his eyes set on your body. "y/n! y/n, what happened?! please wake up, please!" you were trying not to laugh, until itto started to cry.

➸ "i...i never even got to tell you, how much you mean to me." he said, choking through his tears. "i love you damn it!"

➸ you opened your eyes and hugged him tight, ignoring how much mess of fake blood you were getting on his shirt.

➸ "w...what? y/n?" he muttered, confused but hugging you as well.

➸ "it was a prank, i'm so sorry itto." you whispered, tears falling down your face from guilt. "a...prank?" itto asked. you nodded.

➸ after a moment, you felt him hug you so tight you were probably going to pass out from lack of air. you tapped his arm to let him know, and he released some of the pressure.

➸ "you're not even...mad?" you asked, looking up at him. "mad?! you could've been dead, i'm just glad you're...still in my life."

➸ this surprised you, since your pranks always left itto in a pouty mood.

➸ "although..." itto continued, "i love your pranks, they're one of the reasons i love you so much, but i can't handle these types of pranks alright?" he said with a chuckle.

➸ love. it just hit you that it's the first time he's said it to you. "you...love me?" you asked, turning away in embarrassment.

➸ itto gently pulled your face his way and went in close. "of course. god, i don't even know what i did before you came into my life." he said.

➸ you chuckled, trying to hide the fact that your face is definitely all shades of red right now.

➸ "i love you. i love you i love you i love you so much. i love you i love you i love you." itto said.

➸ "ack-! what's with you?! don't do that so suddenly-" you were cut off with itto's lips on yours. slowly but surely, melting into him.

➸ he pulled away and licked his lips. "hm, that's a weird taste." and you saw he had your fake blood concoction on his lips.

➸ "you silly little oni. i love you." itto's face grew pink, since you weren't always that forward. "oh? who's blushing now?" you said, slyly. he pouted and you kissed him once again.

➸ once you pulled away, you stared at each other for a moment.

➸ itto just laughed and whispered, "i love you too."

: ̗̀➛ xiao:

➸ xiao was definitely not the type to like pranks. he always ended up brooding and scowling whenever hu tao pulled one on him, and stayed stuck with you all day to help him feel better.

➸ so obviously, you never thought of pulling a prank on him.

➸ you were never a prankster to begin with, which is one of the reasons xiao loves you so much.

➸ that was until one night when you, hu tao and a few other classmates were playing truth or dare at a party.

➸ it was your turn, and hu tao was giving you a dare.

➸ "okay, so i want you to prank xiao!" she said, giggling as if already conjuring up a master plan.

➸ which she was, obviously. "hu tao, come on! you know xiao hates these things." you whined, not wanting to hurt xiao's feelings.

➸ "too bad, y/n! now, follow me. xiao is distracted with some guys over there, let's set this prank into action!" hu tao said, quite loudly.

➸ upstairs there was a jar labelled 'fake blood' and a few makeup supplies.

➸ it seemed that hu tao was planning to give you this dare all night. kind of concerning, but whatever.

➸ hu tao told you the details of the plan, which were all borderline cruel. pretending to be injured would not make xiao happy after finding out it was a prank. especially if it was you.

➸ but you promised the girls a truth or dare night for ages, so you had to go through with this.

➸ so hu tao drowned you in fake blood and used some makeup to add bruises to your neck, eyes and arms. surprisingly, it looked very realistic.

➸ you then heard hu tao run downstairs to tell xiao she hasn't seen you all night. xiao obviously went to look for you, and it took a while but you heard a knock on your door.

➸ xiao came in and saw you, all 'bloodied' and 'beaten'. he came in close, placed his hand in yours and whispered, "i know it's a prank, love."

➸ your head shot up and xiao was holding in laughter. you probably looked really stupid from where he was sitting.

➸ "how did you know?!" you shrieked.

➸ "hu tao isn't as quiet as you might think, my love. we could hear you all from downstairs." xiao said, smiling.

➸ you just huffed and xiao hugged you from behind, kissing your neck softly. "don't be like that..." xiao whispered.

➸ as you continued to sulk, hu tao peeked into the room to see the two of you hugging.

➸ "you always mess up my pranks xiao!" hu tao screamed. xiao just chuckled and hugged you tighter. even when you were pretending to be angry, you couldn't hide the bright red blush on your cheeks.

: ̗̀➛ diluc:

➸ diluc was not a fan of pranks, let alone anything to do with jokes all together.

➸ but you were a bit of a prankster. nothing serious, though. you just did simple things like replace his sugar with salt when had his morning tea every once and a while.

➸ he tolerates it when it's you, but with anyone else he just resents them for the rest of the day.

➸ but one day when you were talking to venti, he suggested something.

➸ "y/n, i have a favor to ask!" venti shouted, clearly drunk. you sat him down at your table over at good hunter's and listened to the rest of what he had to say.

➸ "can you play a little jokey-joke on diluc?" venti asked, hiccupping between his words. "what do you mean, venti?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

➸ "he banned me from angel's share, so now i can't drink! so i want you to get revenge for me!" he shouted triumphantly.

➸ "venti, why can't you do it yourself?" you asked.

➸ "y-you're his special person! pranks matter when it's you!" he said. you blushed a bit, but gestured for him to continue on.

➸ he told you the plan, and your face distorted more and more as he went on with his plan. it seemed so cruel, but venti had a backup plan.

➸ "you've told me all your little secrets~ you wouldn't want diluc to know about them, hm?" venti whispered. your eyes widened and you quickly agreed.

➸ if diluc knew what you wanted from him, you would never live it down.

➸ you and venti headed to you and diluc's apartment and grabbed stuff from the pantry that could help you look injured.

➸ venti started to splatter the red sauces and jams all over you, and he put on some makeup on your neck and arms to look like bruises.

➸ by the time you finished, the results were surprisingly convincing. and it was already closing time for angel's share, so diluc would be home any minute.

➸ when you both heard steps at the door, venti rushed to hide in the bedroom. you heard the keys jiggling and got into character.

➸ diluc came in, and was clearly surprised by how dark the house was. he reached around for a couple minutes to look for the lights, and when he did, he turned around and screamed.

➸ he picked you up, (quite effortlessly) and placed you on top of the couch. he went away for a few minutes and rummaged through the cabinets. he came back with what looked like bandages and wrapped them around your arms.

➸ "god, what happened? why wasn't i here to protect you? i pray to the archons that...you'll be okay, my love." diluc muttered, his voice breaking.

➸ he carried you up again to bring you up to a hospital, which got you worried. it would be a bit awkward to reveal yourself right now.

➸ but before you could reveal your trick, you both heard a loud thud coming from the bedroom.

➸ "what the..." diluc whispered. he gently placed you back down and slowly walked over to the bedroom. he placed his hand on his claymore, getting prepared to take it out.

➸ he opened the bedroom door and there stood, venti. lying on the floor, giggling to himself.

➸ "venti? what are you doing here?" diluc asked. but venti just leaped up on him and started crying. "oh diluc, i am so sorry! we tricked you! tricksters, we are!" venti screamed.

➸ "tch, get yourself together bard. this is why i banned you from angel's share. you get too drunk and lose yourself." diluc muttered. he looked back at you and saw that you were sitting up.

➸ "l-love! you're awake! please, lie down. i'll carry you and get you professional care and medicine-" you interrupted him with a kiss. "diluc, i'm...not hurt. i deeply apologize for this, but venti put me up to it." you said.

➸ "did that bard force you into this? i'll get him banned for life from the tavern." diluc said. venti stood up and marched his way towards you two. "no, y/n just didn't want me to tell you that she likes when you-" you cupped his mouth and pushed him away.

➸ "d-don't listen to him, he's crazy. a drunk bard!" you said nervously. when you looked at diluc, he was just smiling at you. which was half odd, half comforting.

➸ "why are you smiling like that?" you asked. he leaned in closer and gave you a kiss. "i'm so glad you're okay. i wouldn't know what to do with myself without you." diluc whispered.

➸ you hugged him, burying your face in his chest. he hugged you back tighter and he leaned too far back on the couch that you both fell over on the floor.

➸ the two of you weren't hurt though. you were just laughing together, in each other's arms.

➸ when you stopped, diluc just stared at you again. you were on top of him because of how you fell, and you didn't realize your position until he grabbed you by the hips.

➸ "you look beautiful from this angle." diluc said. you blushed profusely and turned away. he turned your face back at him gently and pulled you down to kiss him.

➸ when you pulled away he was a bit of a mess from the food you used to look like blood and scars. he just chuckled and hugged you again.

➸ "gross!" venti shouted. "get a room, you disgusting love birds!" he screamed before marching out the door.

➸ what a day to remember.

: ̗̀➛ thoma:

➸ thoma is the overprotective boyfriend, and you rarely played pranks. so when you did, you made sure you were never pretending to be hurt.

➸ he gets way too worried and always gets mad at himself when you even get a simple paper cut, because he should protect you from everything.

➸ that was until yoimiya asked you a favor.

➸ she had just lost another bet with thoma for who would get better grades this semester, (for the 10th time to be exact.) so she wanted to get proper revenge...through you.

➸ yoimiya had a ton of dirt on thoma, and since you two were a fairly new couple. you wanted to know what made him happy, what he loved to do. he rarely told you because he just wanted you to be happy.

➸ but you wanted to do stuff for him too. so you caved when yoimiya told you about some of the stuff she knew.

➸ "and that's just the tip of the iceberg." yoimiya whispered. you sighed and nodded reluctantly, as yoimiya pulled you all the way to the ayato and thoma's dorm and got you ready for the prank.

➸ when she was finished, it looked like you got...punched way too many times. yoimiya was going for that, so it was perfect. she laid you down on thoma's bed and hid in ayato's room.

➸ how yoimiya got their dorm keys, you would never know.

➸ you waited a while until thoma finally came back home, you heard footsteps and got into position. he came in and dropped off his groceries in the kitchen, then made his way to his bedroom.

➸ when he entered, his eyes widened. he screamed and rushed to you, analyzing you in shock. "y/n, y/n! please, wake up!" he shouted. you said nothing, and he started to dial 911.

➸ "hey, hey! slow down there buster." yoimiya said, interrupting him. "y-yoimiya?! what are you doing here? did you do this to y/n?" thoma said, starting to get angry.

➸ tears were falling from his eyes, and yoimiya instantly felt guilty. "ugh, get up y/n." you sat up, and thoma looked over at you in confusion.

➸ you wiped his tears and hugged him, feeling horrible. "okay okay, i wanted to get back at you for winning again but i guess this was a tad much." yoimiya muttered.

➸ "a tad...? this made me nearly faint, yoimiya." thoma said. she just rolled her eyes and went out of the room. "i'm sorry, thoma." you muttered, burying your face in his chest.

➸ "please, yoimiya is at fault for this. don't worry about it, darling." thoma whispered. you smiled and gave him a kiss.

➸ and the best thing of it all, yoimiya still owed you some precious info about thoma. now, you could plan the perfect date for him.

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angelplummie · 3 years

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Okay so like for starterssssss, I love getting represented as a chubby gal 🥺🥺 so I love you for writing that last Oikawa imagineeeee 😩😩😩

Soooo, I was wondering if I could request a plus size reader that really likes Kuroo, (and he’s like a super cliché bad boy🤰🏽) but he’s too embarrassed to be seen with Y/n. So she starts to hit on his friend or try to make him jealous. (I want you to add your own little idea here! But likeee, make her a baddie 😘😘)

Thanks baby 😚

HE’S A SCUMBAG DON’T YOU KNOW

KUROO X CHUBBY F!READER

Angsty?? kinda, a pinch of suggestive stuff

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post girlboss was referring to

a/n:i decided to go for emo / anger issues / definitely has punched a hole in his wall kuroo, just cuz i love writing losers, and i love seeing grown men cry. reader is like 20/21 just like college age yk, kuroo is 23 as stated in fic. p.s where my artic monkey hoes at

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex n specific sexual acts, suggestive stuff, uhhh bad boy but he’s not a (bad boy) he’s just a (bad) (boy) he’s just no good, like no fr never date guys like this, he may SEEM COOL and give you the dick but girl you will be so embarrassed once u realised u gave up the kitty for a man that genuinely believes tame impala and mac demarco are unheard of and calls himself an empath even though he’s mean to his mum every time she comes over to help with the laundry and has manipulated every girl he’s ever been in the vicinity of but i digress! on with the story!

“Kuroo-!” you yelped in surprised, bed bouncing beneath you. The second he had thrown you down, he ripped off his shirt and made a noise of frustration when he couldn’t shed his skinny jeans fast enough. Brows furrowed, he began hopping furiously to yank them off.

You laughed, much to his annoyance.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep up with that. What’s the rush?”

He sighed, and carefully pulled them off his ankles. Standing up straight, he seemed to have composed himself, with that cocky smirk on his rugged face. Your eyes trailed down his lean, long body. It was all you could do not to scream, he was so gorgeous. He took a few sweeping steps to where you lay, and got right on top of you, hands either side of your head. His eyes bore into you, it made you squirm internally, not that you would ever admit it.

“Just want you so bad, kitten.”

You barked out a laugh as if your heart didn’t jolt at his stupid pet name. It was such a stupid name, but coming from him it made you melt. Again, not like you’d ever admit it.

“Ew, Tetsu don’t call me kitten, it’s cr-“

He cut you off by leaning down and kissing you, you could feel his snake bites against your bottom lip. He groaned softly, shoving his tongue down your throat. He tasted like his sour apple vape, and his hair was soft when you ran your fingers through it. You could barely contain your butterflies, eyes squeezed closed.

“Come on babe, you know you like it.”

No matter how many times you and Kuroo hung out, it always felt so fresh. Maybe it was because he was exciting, or because he was a little bit wild, you didn’t know.

He leaned down closer to you, getting on his elbows, deepening the kiss. He pulled away and smirked at your breathlessness. With a slender, ring adorned hand, he reached beneath your top and cupped your tits over your bra. He gave them a sharp squeeze and started placing chaste kisses on your neck. He was considerate like that, didn’t leave hickeys because he knew they’d be hard to cover for you. He groaned as he jiggled the fat of your boobs in his hands,

“God, you have the nicest tits, babe.”

You had been dating for nearly 3 months now, if that was what it was. To be honest, you weren’t really sure what you were. You hang out all the time at his or your place, there was rarely a time when you didn’t have an ache between your legs, one way or another. He didn’t really take you on ‘dates’ but chatting to him was fun in itself, you didn’t need to go out to do that. He didn’t necessarily say romantic stuff either... but he didn’t not say romantic stuff either? He beat up your ex at a party one time! That had to mean something right? He exactly wouldn’t tell you how he felt but he showed you, kissing your cheek or tilting your chin up to look at him or kissing your neck or feeling you up. But that usually led to sex, so you couldn’t be certain. It wasn’t like you only screwed though, you watched your favourite movies together... although the last couple times he just started fingering you. You showed him your playlists? No no, he showed you his playlists, his sex playlists. There seemed to be a common theme here. But... there were times, afterwards, when he would pull in you so tight, tell you how good you were for him, how well you did, how pretty you looked. Any doubts you had were gone after a few hushed words on his tobacco reeking rickety old bed. You’d never really had a relationship like this before, but you assumed it was just because Kuroo was so chill. You were probably boyfriend and girlfriend, he just didn’t feel the need to announce it, he was laidback like that. So what if you guys had a lot of sex? Weren’t you a new couple? Wasn’t this just the honeymoon stage were you can’t get your hands off each other? You didn’t want to seem high maintenance and nag, so you let it be. He was sweet enough to you, right now everything was good.

Until it wasn’t.

A clatter sounded downstairs, the door slamming open against the hallway wall.

“Kuroo! Hey man, I brought some California!”, a voice called from bellow.

Kuroo broke away immediately, spit trailing from your neck to his pink lips.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” Kuroo mumbled, pushing off the bed and scrambling the pick up his discarded clothes and shove them back on.

You sat up, disgruntled, rearranging your bra strap from were he’d kneaded at it.

“What’s wrong? Who is that?”

He shot you a glance before continuing to yank back on his jeans.

“Uh, so change of plan, I can’t do tonight. I need you to go home. Discreetly.”

What?

“What? Tetsu, I’m already here,” you scoffed.

What was going on?

Why was he acting like this?

You had never seen him so... frantic.

“I know babe, and I’m really sorry about that, but my friends are here early than I said.”

“So? Can’t I meet your friends?”

He didn’t reply for a moment, just let out an exasperated breath, zipping up his fly.

“Well, yeah you can meet them, just not with me. I don’t want them knowing that I-“

He cut himself off, but you had heard enough to understand.

There was a beat of silence, only disturbed by Kuroo’s friends calling for him.

Your mouth hung open, and you scoffed in shock.

You shouldn’t be surprised really. It’s so obvious now that you think about it. So that’s what this was. That explains everything. He didn’t really like you, he was just using you. That’s why he didn’t take you anywhere, or why he didn’t show you he cared. It was because he didn’t. He wasn’t “afraid of getting close to people” or “emotionally distant”, he was just upfront about not giving two shits about you aside from your vagina. I guess he didn’t want his friends to know he was furiously screwing a fat girl any chance he got. He was embarrassed of you. You were something to be ashamed of. Your stomach jerked as you got to your feet. You were pissed, but that didn’t mean it didn’t really hurt. You had liked him. A lot.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You could see the panic in his eyes, it was quite funny actually. Of course you new what it meant, but it still made you feel a little better to watch his eyes widen like that, to hold a shred of power over him.

“I mean- well I didn’t- come on babe you know I didn’t mean it like that-“ he laughed nervously, not noticing the footsteps in the landing. You rolled your eyes. You may have been naive, but you certainly weren’t going to fall for his shit again. Whatever he spouted.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. Just say it, your embarrassed of me.”

“Y/N, please, don’t you think-“

Two men burst through the door, one with spiked grey hair and one with fluffy black hair.

“Kuroo! What the hell are you doing up here we’ve been-“ the grey haired one, stopped when his eyes went from a shirtless Kuroo to you.

Your eyes flickered to Kuroo, he looked mortified.

“Ah. I see. Well, Akaashi, we better give these two some time, we can just-“

“Oh no, I was just leaving,” you grabbed your jacket from on top of his chest of drawers and turned back to the two men, putting on a big smile, adrenaline and fury spurring you on.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.”

Your eyes shot to Kuroo, who looking like get was about to shit himself.

“You probably haven’t heard of me, me and Kuroo have actually been having sex for three months. He kept it a secret because he’s embarrassed of me. We should hang out soon though!”

“Y/N-!” Kuroo yelled, exasperation clear in his tone, but you were already descending the stairs.

He came into the hall, hands rubbing his temples.

“Y/N just come talk for a second, I can-“

But he was cut off by the door slamming.

You got in your car parked outside and sped away.

The whir of the engine and the monotony of the roads cleared your mind a bit, a mist of anger still remaining.

You can’t believe you let yourself be tricked. you were a fully grown woman, but you had been reeled in hook, line and sinker. Not only had you been reeled in, you have been reeled in by a man that still had tik tok LED lights in his room and a fucking monster can collection at the age of 24 fucking years old. The more you thought about him, the more you realised how much of an emo loser he was. Of course you were still hurting, but it was more of the angry hurt you feel when it turns out your crush is homophobic or something (been there done that, don’t ask). He was a waste of oxygen, you had decided by the time you made it back to your apartment. A waste of perfectly good space that could most definitely not get the kitty anymore. You got inside your house, pulled on some comfies and got on facetime with your friends.You told them all about what happened, and they passionately bitched about him with you, confirming your suspicion that they never liked him in the first place. They also told you to forget about his existence, he wasn’t worth a slither of your brain power, he was dirt compared to you. All in all, you felt marginally better, saying goodbye to your friends while they still giggled about how stupid Kuroo’s hair was.

This was just a speed bump, you thought as you tucked yourself into bed, you would get over this.

Fast.

“Who’s Bokuto been talking to all night?” Yamamoto leaned over to ask Lev, shouting over the blaring music.

It was a week after you had thrown Kuroo to the curb, and he was out with a couple of volleyball friends, some from Nekoma, but there was also Bokuto with them.

“I’m not sure. I think it’s Y/N something? She’s in class. She’s pretty chill.”

Kuroo’s ears perked up, and he turned around to face his friends up against the bar.

“Bokuto’s talking to who?” he said through gritted teeth.

“Y/N. She goes to my-“

“I know who Y/N is,” kuroo snapped, taking a swig of the beer in his hand and scanning the dance floor for either one of you. He found bokuto first, shoulder against the wall, holding a drink as he leant down to have you whisper something in his ear. That’s when Kuroo paid attention to you. You looked... you looked gorgeous. He felt jealousy creep up inside him. How many times had you been out looking like that since you broke things off? How many guys had you slept with since? How dare Bokuto chat you up when he knew you two had been a thing? Wasn’t he meant to be Kuroo’s friend? As Kuroo wound himself up, you and bokuto continued your extremely pleasant conversation.

“I just wanna say, sorry about Kuroo. He’s a real bonehead, but we’ve been friends since high school so I can’t ditch him.”

You snorted into your cocktail.

“What?”

“Bonehead?”

He frowned and straightened up indignantly.

“Yeah, and? What’s wrong with bonehead?”

“No no, nothing, it’s just very Legally Blonde.”

He beamed down at you.

“I love Legally Blonde!”

“You do? Me too!”

This big beefy man was very cute, you had been talking for nearly three hours now, but you never ran out of things to say. And, aside from the obligatory introduction compliments, he had not made any move to try and get you into a wendy’s bathroom as quick as possible, which you couldn’t say of yours and kuroo’s first meeting.

He had dreamy eyes, you noted as he smiled for the nth time that night.

“Whose your favourite-?”

“What the fuck are you doing man?”

You glanced scathingly over to the familiar face of your old fling.

“What?” Bokuto asked back, clearly done with his friends bad boy shtick.

“Why are you talking to her when... when you know?”

“What’s there to know? I’m talking to her because I want to, and she wants to.”

He looked over to you for approval.

“Right?”

You nodded, a little nervous. You hated Kuroo’s guts, but you knew how weirdly possessive he was, you didn’t wanna cause trouble for Bokuto.

“See? Now I don’t think she wants to see you, right?”

He looked at you again. You nodded again.

“Ok? You guys are over, now are we done?”

Kuroo huffed. His eyes flitted from Bokuto to you, remembering you were there most likely, and he scowled.

“No, we aren’t done, what are you trying to pull anyway? Trying to piss me off by talking to someone I know? Are you really that petty? Well, your little plan is working, so just-just stop, ok?”

You felt like screaming. You had just come out here to have a nice time, not listen to Kuroo’s narcissistic whining.

“Can you just fuck off? Was I not clear enough or something? You’re dead to me, Kuroo. I’m just trying to have a nice night.”

Kuroo’s mouth gaped open. He had never been spoken to like that, never. He clenched his fists at his sides and his glare intensified.

“You’re lucky I gave you the time of day, fat ugly slut.”

He grabbed Bokuto’s shoulder roughly, turning him to face him completely.

“Hey man, thanks for clearing up my sloppy seconds, really good of you. Good to know I’ve got great friends like you.”

Those were the last things out of Kuroo’s mouth before bokuto landed a punch on his cheek, knocking him to the ground.

“You’re a fucking asshole man,” Bokuto grunted.

He stepped over where Kuroo lay, and held out a hand for you to step over too. You took it quietly and trailed along behind him to the door, fingers still locked. His hands were warm, and big. Kuroo’s face must hurt right now. The thought made you smile. He held the door open for you before sighing, resting his back against the wall. You stood in front of him, twiddling with your fingers.

“I am so sorry about that,” You apologised, embarrassed and shaken by the scene Kuroo had made, “I shouldn’t have wound him up, and I shouldn’t have talked to you after I knew you guys were friends, I promise I didn’t mean to start anything.”

“Don’t be, if anything I’m sorry for not making him leave right away. And either way,” he gently reached for your hand again, and you let him take it,”I’m glad you talked to me. I’d like it if you talked to me even more.”

DISCLAIMER FOR KUROO STANS!!!! I DONT THINK HIS HAIR IS STUPID!!! it’s just when ur bestie is going thru a break up or anything entailing a male you shit talk everything about him to high hell, doesn’t matter if he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. also i have no ill will towards kuroo nor any of the characters i write shit bag fan fics about i just like to complain any way i hope you enjoyed! reblogs and replies always appreciated!!!

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Attending Hogwarts with the DSMP pt. 1 ➶-͙˚

Pairings: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Punz, Badboyhalo, P!Skeppy × Reader

!!! Very long scenarios !!!

A.N: The houses I put them in and their patronous are based on my personal opinion and these scenarios follow the Harry Potter timeline

❝ Dream ❞

I'm telling yall now I accidentally made Dream the longest, soz

He's a Slytherin, which is ironic considering his zodiac sign, and a pure blood

Probably comes from a very well known family, at least in the wizarding world

It's probably somehow related to Draco, he absolutely despises it but he can't really do much about it

The Malfoys despise Dreams family because they're "blood traitors"

He'd be popular, but not the Draco kind rather the Cedric kind

So, popular, good in almost every subject, part of the quidditch team, became captain of it in is 6th year

You two met in one of your classes in your first year

You somehow caught his eye and he decided to go after you ever since

You two didn't date until the end of 5th year, and that's because of the Triwizard Tournament

Let's say that we could add one more person in the tournament, that'd be him

Yes, I know it's called Triwizard for a reason, but let's say that to not attract any suspicions the death eater somehow made one more name appear

He'd do good on the first task, just a few cuts here and there from the dragon

Then comes the Yule Ball, and you know he's gonna ask you out in the most extra way possible

He asked all his friends to help, dragged you to the countyard, put on a show with his friends while flying on brooms and as the fire works exploded the words "Y/N, Taking you to the Yule Ball would be a Dream ;)" appeared

Everybody would gape at you two as you entered the hall, you literally stole the spotlight from everyone that night

He also asked you to be his partner

He would save you, his most prized person, for the second task, all thanks to George that taught him the bubble head charm

He saves Harry and Cedric from Techno (he's replacing Krum in this AU) on the third task

You still thank the gods 'till this day, if Dream had ran to the trophy he probably would have died

Of course you two take part in the DA, with all of his friends

And you have matching patronous, which are two axolotls that happily swam around the both of you

Nothing much happened during the war, you two both fought togheter and are happy to have come out of it alive

❝ Georgenotfound ❞

For some reason I think he'd come from Beauxbaton

So, of course, you two first met at the Triwizard Tournament

You two weren't really that interested in it, so you both were usually as far away from the commotion as possible

During the first task you ended up bumping into eachother and starting a friendly conversation

You two got closer and you discovered a lot about him, like the fact that he learned to be an animagus and can become a ragdoll cat

To which he uses to his advantage whenever he wants cuddles or scratches from you

As the Yule Ball day approached, he decided he wanted to go with you

A few days before the ball you found George's cat on your bed, meowing and nuzzling it's face into yours

The cat gave you a little note and you gave it some scratches as a thank you

'I'm colourblind...wanna go to the Yule Ball?'

Yes, that's what the note said

You went with him anyway, how could you say no

After the tournament you thought you'd never get to see him again but, the next school year, he transferred to Hogwarts and surprised you in one of your classes

He's a Ravenclaw and comes from a half-blood family btw

After a bit of persuasion from you and his new group of friends, he joined the DA

His patronous is a Ragdoll cat, and yours is a canary

The canary seemed to really like the cat since it nuzzled it's face into it

During the war you two were separated for a short period of time, unfortunately in that period of time you managed to run into a very storng death eater

You almost got hit by the killing curse if it weren't for George who popped out of no where and saved you

Right then and there, after almost losing you, he asked you out. Not really romantic or the right moment but, as always, you couldn't say no to him

❝ Sapnap ❞

He's a Gryffindor, comes from a half-blood family, and has clinged to you from the very second he saw you

You two met in your first year on the train to Hogwarts; your compartment was the only empty one

You two quickly became friends and decided to stick togheter

It's like you have a little puppy following you everywhere. Wherever you are, he is with you

The only time you two were apart was when you got paralyzed because of the Basilisk

He stayed for days near your petrified body, waiting for any sign of you coming back

While in search for a solution he helped Hermione disocver what it actually was. He just wanted you back

Joy filled his face once he saw you at the entrance of the grand hall and he rushed to hug you

It downed on him that, bacuse of all of these weird events, anything could happened to you or him

So, before you two went back home for your summer vacation, he asked you out

Where did he get the confidence? He doesn't knwo either

What he does know is that he doesn't wanna waste any opportunity, not anymore

Once the Yule Ball was announced he took you out on a "late night date"

Thanks to Dream, he managed to sneak you guys into the quidditch stadium and asked you to the ball there, with a beautiful bouquet of flowers (fake if you're allergic)

If you thought he was clingy oh boy was he super clingy during the Yule Ball

He could not take his eyes off you and was scared people were going to steal you away from him

Even though by now all the school knew that you two were taken

You two take part in DA. Sapnap's patronous is a panda while yours is a koala

Yes, you are both very clingy and it shows

He didn't take his eyes off of you during the entire war. He almost lost you once and he was not about to let it happen again

❝ Quackity ❞

You two are childhood friends and neighbours

You're from a pureblood family, he isn't. So it was hard to hide that from him, but you and your family did your best

One day you both were in your room, just doing 11 year old things

And out of nowhere two owls just flew into your room

You panicked, because muggles weren't suppose to know about the wizarding world; and Quackity clearly wasn't a wizard

Until you noticed that there were two owls. Suddenly everything clicked

You told Quackity to open the letter and check and, just as you thought, he was invited to attend Hogwarts just like you

It took a few days to explain everything to him and his family, they even doubted you for a bit

But you were glad that you could now finally show this side of your life to your best friend and not have to worry about hiding anything from him

Going to Diagon Allay with him was... a challange

He would stop every five second to admire a store, or a creature, or a literal person

Seeing him get his first wand was hilarious, he would wave it around like a mad man trying to understand why it wasn't working for him

At hogwarts, he got sorted into Ravenclaw

Some people still question to this day how he got in that house, since he acts so "childish" while he's with his friends, but then they see how amazing he's doing in almost every class

He 100% had a crush on Cho Chang at some point

Did it make you jealous that he liked her and not you, his childhood friend who has been crushing on him since they first met? Yes.

But then you saw how sad he was after being turned down by her and you put all that jealousy aside. He was first and foremost your friend after all

From that day on he started seeing you in a different light, finally realizing that he always had you by his side...and that he actually liked you

Unfortunately for him he arrived to late. You had started dating one of his friends, Wilbur Soot

He avoided you throughout that whole period. He knew he should be happy for you, but he couldn't really be happy when he wanted you to be with him

It was Wilbur that made you realize Quackity's feelings. Wilbur saw how distracted and worried you were for him and how Quackity would glare at him every five minutes

So the night of the Yule Ball, he let you go. Told you to go to Quackity and to not worry about him

With a heavy heart and a thankful smile you ran to find your actual crush, who was sitting alone in the countyard

You two talked it out and it took you a whole other year to actually start dating

Wilbur wanted to, jokingly, murder you two during that year because "he didn't sacrifice himself for you two to only stay friends"

Quackity's patronous is a duck, while yours is a swan

The first time the two birds appeared they swam around eachother happily, which made you both blush and get teased by all of the memebrs of DA

During the war you both helped McGonagall with the protection charms and always had eachother backs in case of sneak attacks

❝ Karl Jacobs ❞

He's like Newt Scammander

A shy, Hufflepuff, pure blood that is very interested in magical creatures

He's well known around the school as the Hufflepuff who's shy at first but very outgoing once he gets comfortable

You two know about eachother's existence but have never talked

Until Hagrid's first Care of Magical Creature lesson

You both are his favourite students. Karl for being very interested and informed in the creatures while you seemed to be a natural at befriending them

So Hagrid, being the amazing human he is, paired you both up for an essay about Thestrals

And not only did you both get the highest grade, you also became close friends

After a few months , and a lot of encouraging from the crew boys, Karl asked you out

He takled you to the ground once you said yes, very sweet and a bit painful

When the Yule Ball was first announced he already knew he wanted to go with you, but he didn't tell you that. So this happened

"Hey, so, for the ball, should we wear matching colors? I think it'd luke cute-"

"Wait, we're going togheter?"

"Yes, why don't you want to?"

"Of course, I'd love to, but you never asked"

"I mean you'd go with me anyway so-"

"Touche-"

The ball went good, he stepped on you a couple of times, but it was fun

When you both first heard about the DA, you were skeptical. Umbridge scared both of you

But you didn't want to be unprepared for any attack that might've happened, so you joined

Your patronous is a fox while his is a bunny

You both giggled happily as the two animals jumped around

During the war you were both very scared, but you knew that you had eachother and that togheter you could've conquered the world

❝ Punz ❞

Another pure blood Slytherin who is related to Malfoy, they're cousin

And like Dream, he despises it, but has no choice. Their families get along, he's the only odd one out

So he had a weird reputation at Hogwarts

Some hated him for being related to Malfoy and beign a Slytherin

Others found him actually very kind

Even his own house had mixed feelings about him, because he was friends with "blood traitors and mudbloods"

He wanted to punch them everytime they used those horrible words

And that's actually how you two met

Malfoy was being a dick and picking on you for being a muggle born

Punz was about to jump in and stop his cousin but you beat him to it by coldly telling Malfoy a long essay about how disgusting and horrible him, his friends and all the "pure-bloods-only" wizards were

Of course the platinum blonde boy was speechless, just like Punz; he thought you were more of a quiet "avoid conflict" type, but here you were proving him wrong

I PROMISE I DON'T HATE DRACO, IT'S JUST FOR THE SCENARIO

After the ferret left he made sure to compliment you and that's how you became friends

You both went to the Yule Ball as friends

Weirdly enough two of the most attractive peopel at Hogwarts didn't have dates, I wonder why lol

You both could feel your feelings for each other growing as you two slow danced through the night, but none of you made the first move

After that amazing year, life hit Punz like a ton of bricks

His family admitted to being Death Eaters and they wanted Punz to be a part of it

Punz refused and, as a result, was disowned from the family. Not that he minded, but at the end of the day, they were his parents

He ended up staying with Dream for the rest of the school years

Both of your patronous are considered "kings". Yours is a lion while Punz's an Eagle

Such a royal couple

One evening you both decided to stay in the room of requirement to "practice a bit more"

But the practicing ended up being an excuse for the both of you to confess to eachother, and then the rest was history

You can imagine the rest, we're a family friendly profile here u.u

Punz ended up helping the golden trio get Rowena's tiara and save Draco and his goon from the fire explosion

Punz and Draco ended up having a short conversation about why Draco joined the death eaters. Let's just say they both related to eachother and are now on good terms

After that you never left Punz's side, especially when he had to face his parents who were cheering for the death of Harry

❝ Badboyhalo ❞

Hufflepuff, half-blood, sweetest Hufflepuff in the wizarding world, somehow captain of the quidditch team

He was recognized by everybody for different reasons

You two were friends, you hung out a few times, but that was it for the longest time

You two also went togheter to the Yule Ball with a group of friends and had a lot of fun

Nobody knows, but you two had a small moment where you were alone and slow danced togheter

And that didn't mean anything to the both of you

Until 6th year

He started seeing you in a different light, a pinker one

He loved whenever he saw you smile, or when you'd compliment his cooking, or when you'd run to his room to play and cuddle with Rat because "you needed your support animal"

He was basically infatuated by everything you did, and you were the same

Another thing about him is that he is weirdly good at potions, cause cooking

Snape, somehow, liked him. But Slughorn loved him

So, of course, he got invited to the Slug Party and asked you to come as a plus one

He was speechless once he saw you all dressed up for the party and couldn't seem to form a normal sentence

Other then that it was a fun night, and both of your feelings for eachother grew

You both joined the DA last second. Bad struggled a bit with some spells but you where always happy to help him

His patronous is a black cat while your's a white one

The cats somehow managed to push you both closer, making you fall into his chest

It's like the patronous were shipping you lol

During the war you were hit by the cruciatus curse by a death eater who wanted to "play with his food first"

Bad had come to your rescue and took you away from the now unconscious death eater

Luckily for you there were no serious injury. And once you woke up, he poured his heart out to you

Very happy awakening

❝ Skeppy ❞ [Platonic]

Oh you already know that he's a Gryffindor, comes from a pure blood family and is friends with Fred Nad George

The two twins literally adopted him the week he first came to Hogwarts and they have been all togheter ever since

You ended up being one of the victims of the prank trio, which you weren't happy about, so you planned your revenge

You innocently offered them cookies with the excuse that "you were trying a new recipe" and they believed you

After a few hours they ran to you with bright pink coloured hair

But they weren't mad, no they were ecstatic to know how you did it

So you ended up joining the now prank quado

For the Yule Ball you and Skeppy had to go together, since the twins had dates

You both might've spiked the punch... just a tiny bit

All four of you somehow woke up in the middle of the twins room with massive headaches

During DA meetings you had fun stupefying Skeppy and seeing him get frustrated cause he could never do that to you

His patronous ended up being an otter, while yours a seal. You're water buddies :D

The twins told you both about the grand finale and the opening of their shop, they even asked you both to join

You all had fun blowing fireworks into Umbridge's face

You even made a potion to change her face into a toad, it suited her

Once the war ended, you and Skeppy had to take over the shop and also make sure that George was ok

George is eternally grateful for the both of you

Part Two

#dreamsmp #dsmp #mcyt #dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #dreamsmpscenarios #dsmpscenarios #dream x reader #georgenotfound x reader #sapnap x reader #quackity x reader #karl jacobs x reader #punz x reader #badboyhalo x reader #skeppy #dsmp hogwarts au #beescenarios

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wacknroll · 2 years

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Ya like glitter glue?! PT 2

(Yandere Sun/Moon x reader)

PT 1, PT 3

AO3 version

I decided to write this instead of getting a full night's rest for work. Enjoy!

Word count: 2300

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“Oh goodie, you’re here, you’re here!” Sun hops in the spot to show his excitement.

You smile and wave at the animatronic. At first you were a little anxious at his energy level when you first met, by as the day continued yesterday, you managed to become less put off from it. He reminds you a lot of the very children that come to the day-care, but larger and made of metal.

“Hello! Ready for the day? I noticed we had a birthday boy listed today when I checked our schedule,” you inform him, making your way over to the desk.

Somehow Sun managed to become even more excited as he throws his hands in the air.

“A birthday boy? Does that mean cake? Does it say what kind of cake or is it a surprise? Oh, is the flavour a surprise? I got it, the surprise a flavour!”

You give a small huff in amusement at how the longer the bot speaks, the less sense he makes.

“The cake is being served out of the day-care, so unfortunately no cake for either of us, Sunny,” you say in mock sadness.

The day-care attendant all of a sudden stops his little dance and stands still, his joyful facing looking directly at you.

“What? No! You at least deserve some cake!” Though his voice still had its usually gleeful tone to it, the way he says that sentence comes out nearly harsh in a way. This behaviour seems off to you and before you can speak, he continues his little dance and quickly adds, “Afterall, you do so much to make the children here as happy as possible!”

“Sun, what was-“

“Lookie, y/n! Our little buddies are here,” he exclaims as he sees some children and parents descending the stairs towards the day-care area.

You frown at how he cuts you off like that, but you make a mental note to report that to your supervisor later about what just happened.

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The day goes smoothly. Sun does a little dance as he sings happy birthday the child, even going as far as to ask you to join in on the sing, saying please about a thousand times which can make anyone give in because of the fact he doesn’t need to breath in between words. But besides all of that, the day runs its normal course of him entertaining children and you stopping children from pouring glitter glue in his gears. Again.

Once the afternoon staff member shows up, whose name you learnt was Tim, you took that as your opportunity to go to your lunch break.

“I think the smell of pizza is burnt into my nostrils,” James groans, dropping onto the closest seat in the staff room. You haven’t known James long, but he’s been one of your fellow employees you became fast friends with.

“Don’t you work in the pizzeria?” Another staff member on break asks.

“No, I work in the arcade. Everywhere in this play serves pizza!” He states.

“Even the exercise place,” you add.

“Even Mazercise!” He practically yells, dramatically lifting his arms in the air. “Anyways, I’m going to eat this leftover burrito in hopes I get the smell of pepperoni out from my nose”

With that, you return back to your own food as well. Once you have spent about 10 minutes in the staff room, you ended up receiving an unknown phone call. Fighting against the urge to ignore it and just enjoy your lunch, you decide to answer the call and end up hearing Tim on the other end.

“Y/n, thank God you answered. We just had an emergency with Moon, who started glitching out and crushed a kid’s arm! You need to come back here and help me out! The lights are back on, but Sun is basically freaking out at what he did and ran off! Security and I are handling the parents right now, but we need someone to look for the animatronic!” In the background, you can hear the angry parents shouting.

“I’ll be there as soon as possible and try to track down where Sun went,” you tell him. Once you hang up the phone, you quickly go to pack your items in your locker and walk as fast as possible back to the day-care.

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“There you are!” Tim exclaims in a breath of relief.

“Where did he go?” You ask.

Tim points to the stage above the day-care, where Sun goes once the day is over.

“He’s up there. I got one of the security guards to check in there, but I think he blocked the door somehow. Maybe he’ll be more willing to let someone in there if it was someone he’s actually met. I’d go, but…” Tim finishes his sentence by pointing at the two very pissed off looking parents standing outside of the play area.

“No, do you what you got to do. I’ll go up there and look for him,” you reassure Tim by giving him a small pat on the shoulder and go to leave, quickly walking past the wrathful gaze of the parents of Moon’s victim. After the incident happened, everyone else in the area of the day-care was escorted out, giving you easy access to the upper area of the theatre.

Once you got to Sun’s door, hidden behind a Foxy the pirate poster, you give it a few knocks. Unfortunately, there is no response, so you decided to call out to the animatronic instead.

“Sun, are you in there? Can you let me in? If you need a friend right now, I’d be happy to give you company right now.”

You don’t get a verbal answer, but you hear an object being moved from behind the door and the door creaking slightly open. You slowly enter and are met with a long metal hallway leading to a room full of other broken animatronics, drawings and even a playhouse. Once you get to the end of the hallway into the room, you still see that Sun is nowhere in sight.

“Sun, are you still in here?” You call out to him.

“In here!” He replies, the voice coming from a tunnel in the wall. You look in and see a hidden room on the other side. You second guess yourself for a second but decide to crawl through and into Sun’s secret room. Once inside, you see the child like drawings of all the other animatronics on the walls and Sun standing in his usual posture, appearing to be playing an arcade game.

“So…” You begin, unsure how to bring up the fact his counterpart broke a child’s arm. Swallowing your nerves, you continue on. “Want to talk about what happened before, Sun?”

He spins around and sits cross legged in front of you.

“About what? The birthday party from before? My favourite part was the songs! Wait, no! It was the game of TWISTER!”

“No, Sun, not that.” You were unsure if he was in denial or just didn’t remember, but then you recalled that Tim did in fact tell you that Sun knew what happened to that child.

“Then what?” He says, turning his head like a confused dog.

“Sun,” you begin. “Moon broke a kid’s arm.”

“Moon wouldn’t do that,” he quickly responds.

You blink at how quick he is to defend his lunar counterpart, but then give him a frown.

“Sun, the kid had to leave in an ambulance. There was a lot of witnesses to what he di-“

“Moon didn’t BREAK anyone’s ARM,” he snaps, hitting the ground with his metal fists. His voice sounding similar to how Moon talks. The outburst causing you to jump back a bit. He quickly unclenches his fists at your reaction and starts fidgeting. “I’m sorry about that, didn’t recharge well the other night! Or maybe it’s all the sugar from the Fizzy Fazz getting to me! I did also eat a few hands full of moondrops and sunnydrops at the same time!” He tries to explain.

You continue to stand there, unsure how to reply to him in case he snaps again. But as he stares at you, you realise that he’s waiting for you to speak up again. Probably hoping you’ll accept that as an answer, you think. Conflicted on whether to lie or tell the truth, you decide to go with Plane C and just convince him to go back to the day-care so that more qualified staff can help instead.

“You might be right. What about we go and take you back to the day-care centre so that we can have maintenance give you a quick look and see what’s up with you. Okay?”

He cocks his head again like before for a moment and continues to look at you.

“Okay, if you say so.”

“That’s great, now let’s get out of here,” you say, waving him to follow you as you crawl out of the tunnel.

Before you can turn left back into the hallway, Sun grabs you by the back of your collar. You feel your heart practically leap out of your chest and into your throat, fearing that he saw through you.

“Why don’t we take the quicker route by jumping into the ball pit? It’s WAY more exciting, plus entertaining for the others to watch!” He says, practically giddy at the idea.

“Wait, no, I don’t want to-“

“Don’t be a spoilsport and let’s GO!” At that, he lifts you up and jumps over the rail that separates the room from the stage. As he walks through, you see a bird’s eye view of the whole day-care centre and the long drop into the ball pit. Sun is laughing hard in his excitement and practically throws you down below into the ocean of colourful orbs.

Though the land wasn’t designed for a human, you still came out okay as the kid proof floor beneath the balls was soft enough to not cause damage but not soft enough to stop you from getting winded from the impact. Crawling out of the ball pit, you hear Sun jumping into the ball pit right behind you. You’re still on your hands and knees, still trying to calm yourself from what happened when Sun picks you back up and helps you stand on your feet.

“Was that fun for you too, Y/n? I want to go again!” He laughs.

“Never do that to me again,” you whisper.

“It’s only scary the first few times! If we do it several more times, you won’t be afraid anymore! Trust me!”

Instead of continuing that horrifying conversation, you decide to walk back over to the desk that Tim was typing away at.

“Oh, you’re back! And with Sun!” He says, looking happy about there being some good news today.

You quickly stroll right next to him and pull Tim close enough to whisper to him.

“Send a maintenance report for Sun immediately, just don’t let him know what you’re doing.”

“Whatcha gossiping about, huh? Is it a surprise for me? I love, love, LOVE surprises!” Sun asks, standing about a foot away from the front of the desk.

“We’re just discussing what to do for tomorrow,” you quickly tell him.

“Oooh! Can I help brainstorm? I was thinking we should have a larger ball pit, maybe even a little boat on it!” He claps his hands in delight.

You give a small smile, faking your own excitement at his suggestion. “That is a wonderful idea, Sun! We’ll let management know about that idea. But before that, seeing that it’s nearly closing time, you have to clean up all the scattered toys and blocked from the day for tomorrow, Sun.”

“That’s a great idea! I’m on it, captain!” He gives a mock salute and skips over to the other side of the day-care.

Once he was far away enough and looked busy, you turn back to Tim, who was a bit confused with the situation.

“Sun has either a few of his screws loose or someone designed him to be insane on purpose,” you begin.

“What do you mean by that?” Tim asks.

“Whatever happened to Moon is also happening to Sun,” you explain. “When I went to ask him about what happened, he actually got angry and refused to believe what Moon did. And then he brushed it off! Hell, Sun was the first one to act odd this morning!”

“I’ll sort get it sorted out. You’re shift is over now, so head back home and get some sleep,” Tim says.

“Fine,” you groan out.

“We’ll take him out of commission for tomorrow, so you can have the day off, does that sound good enough?” Tim asks.

“Yeah, it does sound like a nice deal.”

“Good, now see you in a few days, okay?” Tim says, turning to work on the computer.

“Okay then, see you!” You reply, leaving the day-care and not even bothering to say your goodbyes to the animatronic.

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Instead of going home straight away, you decide to hang out at a friend’s house and watch some movies with them, right before driving back home. Once you reach your front door, it’s about 11pm at night. You go through your pockets looking for your house keys. Unable to find them, you decide to dump the contents of your bag onto the ground in hopes of them being in there.

But then it finally clicks. Sun pickpocket you. It was way too late to go back to your friend’s house now, plus you didn’t want to be a bother, so you decided to go with the only other option. You’re going to go back to the day-care in the middle of the night to get your keys back from a malfunctioning robot.

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf moondrop #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #yandere moondrop #yandere sunnydrop #yandere fnaf #sunnydrop x reader #moondrop x reader #fnaf sunnydrop

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angelkhi-reclibrary · 3 years

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Trick the Trickster L.L

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Summary: Betrayed by the TVA you find yourself on the run with two deadly variants. Forced to bunk with the god of mischief, you find out just how mischievous he is.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ minors dni, just some downright nasty shit I suppose? cuddlefucking? Some possessiveness, p in v, degrading, dumbification, dirty talk?, Loki spoilers, Slyvie, a bit sad for one second, a bit of a fluffy ending I suppose?

Word count: 1.9k

A little note: Hey, just wanted to drop this here. Started off as an idea after I watched ep 3 of Loki many weeks ago and I’ve just found it in me to finish it so I hope you enjoy it, it’s 1:30am so I’ve proof read this with tired eyes sorry for any mistakes! I also wanted to add a massive thank you for the love on my last post, it’s really uplifting and although I don’t post as frequently as other blogs do, I really appreciate it so thank you from the bottoms of my heart <3

Gif credits @lokitvsource

Sylvie and Loki cut through last of the TVA agents, incinerating them to nothing with their own batons. A small part of you laments quietly for your fellow agents as you watch them turn into nothing, not even a spec of dust, but the way they broke your trust, your freedom, has you silently laughing in their nonexistent faces. Loki grabs your arm, practically dragging you along into a sprint, no time for careful footing across the unfamiliar terrain. Lamentis. At least that's what Sylvie had called it when the three of you fell blindly through the portal, however long ago. The pair run at breakneck speed, Loki's grip on your elbow never faltering, even in the exposing, open rocky plain, even as he sends Sylvie to scout the small cave whilst he mutters something about "lesser variant" and "more expandable". No, Loki keeps his hand firmly around your elbow, though you can't quite decide if it's to for your safety or his security.

You don’t dare break the silence between the two of you, almost sprinting forward when Sylvie proclaims that the cave is safe. In fact you would’ve, if the god of mischief hadn’t blocked your path the second you set one foot in front of the other, that protective hand sliding down to your hip holding you in place.

“Follow me.” A command soft and deadly.

You stalk quietly behind him, knowing better than to argue against him, knowing that your voice would fail you if you tried. So you stay silent and compliant, playing the role of the damsel in distress. Or maybe it’s not a role, maybe it’s who you are for you do not know. Your whole existence, your entire purpose was a lie and that somehow manages to scare you more than sleeping in a cave with these deadly variants. More than being on the run from the very organisation that disintegrated a man for a miss word.

A hand flies up over his shoulder, a command to pause, to let him scout ahead and remain in charge. Sylvie scoffs and mumbles a polite “prick” under her breath, smiling sarcastically when he turns back around. He scouts onwards, out of sight for a few seconds and returns to where he’d left the two of you.

"Sylvie's taking first watch,” He smiles at the variant, though it’s less than friendly much like her colourful response.

Once again his hand finds you in the darkness, settling on your lower back this time, and you wonder if its to calm himself rather than you.

“Try and get some sleep." A small ball of light appears in his palm and floats off into the air, acting as a tiny floating lamp in the vast sea of darkness. He nods towards the bedrolls he’d conjured from the stagnant air and you move towards them.

"What if the planet blows up from the inside out whilst we're sleeping?" The words bounce and echo off of the walls of solid rock, as does the scuff of your shoes as you sit on the thin blanket.

"She may be a lesser variant, but Sylvie knows these apocalypses like the back of her, my, our, hand. We’re safe for now. Sleep."

A nod is all you offer in return before you lay down, teetering on the edge of exhaustion yet kept wide awake by the fear curling around your neck as if to remind you that even in rest, you’re chased by death.

The uneven, uncomfortable ground seems to grow softer benaeath you, the bright flash of Loki's magic poorly concealed as he lays some feet away, unbothered by your presence.

You fold your arms in an attempt to preserve what little heat your body gave off, your teeth chattering quietly.

"What is it now?" Of course he’d heard your teeth chattering from so far away, maybe Sylvie was right, he is a prick.

"It's a little cold."

"What are you talking about? It's perfectly fine." But of course Loki couldn't feel the cold, his Jotun blood running cold every hour of every day.

Maybe he realises that, or is bluffing, either way a little while later his clothes rustle as he moves about, stills for a moment and shuffles once more until he's close enough to touch you.

"What are you doing?" You ask, “Loki?”

"Shush." He commands, shuffling even closer still. He's surprisingly warm and ridiculously close as he wraps himself around you, his much taller body enveloping your short frame. His warmth pulses around you, easing the chill from your bones ever so slightly, an so you shuffle about trying to find some comfort on the damned cave floor.

"Stop moving."

"Can't help it, m'still cold and uncomfortable.” Your frustration is evident when your voice raises a little in volume, a sudden realisation that the god behind you could snap his fingers, and end your life in less than a second soon has you quieting down quickly. Loki is silent for a few heartbeats before he speaks.

"Do you trust me?"

The answer was obvious, he's the god of mischief for heavens sake, so why did some small part of you want to say yes?

"Of course not, Laufeyson." You reply.

"Good." His hand snakes down from its position on your stomach in a slow, possibly even cautious movement, the thin shirt and slacks doing little to avoid a fire from igniting in their path. Seconds later he pops open the button on your trousers and comes to an abrupt stop.

"Need to hear you say it sweetheart," Loki’s voice is quiet and hot against the shell of your ear. The hard press of his toned abdomen is firmly pressed against your back, his hips still, the curve of his dick brushing against you.

"Please Loki..."

“Please what, dove?” You can hear the smile in his voice as he waits, taunting you with his proximity.

“Touch me.”

“Touch you? Here? Does that satisfy your needs?" His hand slithers back upwards, resting on your lower abdomen possessively, but you enjoy it. You enjoy his every touch.

"N-no.”

“Hmm, how about her little dove? Is this where you want me?” Loki’s hand is on the move once more, down, down into your panties.

You nod against his shoulder, grinding yourself onto his delicately working hands. Loki pauses, only for a moment, to remove your trousers and once again he’s touching you.

He’s gentle with his movements, alternating between circling your clit and your hole, begging for him to enter. He grinds himself against you as he pushes his two fingers in, long and slender brushing against all the right places. He pulls moan after moan from your body, simply with his hands and my god you’re so close to begging for him to never stop.

"For someone who's so cold, your pussy sure feels warm." He talks pure filth into your ear, feeling the way your pussy clenches around his fingers at the words he speaks so freely.

He shifts once more removing his fingers much to your distaste, his trousers coming down quickly. Loki pumps himself a few times, massaging the head of his cock against your dripping folds, pushing into your weeping hole and pulling away a few times until he’s thrusting into you, stretching you open even more.

"Gonna let me in, hmm? Gonna let me into this tight little cunt?" Loki pushes himself into you until he’s fully sheathed, groaning quietly as he waits completely still adjusting to the feel of your pussy hugging him.

Loki’s first few movements are slow and cautious, for being fucked by man is one thing, but by a god? He didn’t want to push you, until you start grinding your hips pushing for him to let lose. He picks up his speed with the next thrust, and the next, until he’s fucking you at a brutal pace.

His thrusts are calculated, each one deeper than the rest, the tip of his cock bruising your cervix, blurring the lines between pain and pleasure. It’s almost all too much and yet you want more, he’s fucking you relentlessly; until he’s not. Until he’s completely still, and in that moment you would’ve done anything he asked. You try take matters into your own hands, grinding yourself against his cock and he chuckles.

"God you're pathetic, pushing back onto me like a bitch in heat." A tease through and through, truly the god of mischief as he remains stationary for a few more long seconds. Then he moves so hard, so fast your eyes roll and your toes curl.

"Look at you, half way to ruined by your prisoner,"

"Oh god, fuck." Is all you can string together in the heat of the pleasure.

"That's right dove, you're being fucked by a god, how does it feel." His fingers grip at your jaw with little mercy as he claims your mouth, swallowing every moan, his tongue caressing your own, you were his and he was taking you. Taking you in and then taking you apart, by any means necessary.

Your legs tremble as invisible hands stroke your clit with such a speed, you’re unsure if you can hold off of the looming orgasm as Loki uses you. His fuck toy, that’s all you are. And he was going to ensure that he used you properly, to his satisfaction and your own.

“Please, My King, let me cum please. Need it so bad.” As if something snapped within him, Loki’s thrusts falter before his hips are driving into with a new found enthusiasm.

“Say it again.”

“My king,” You mumble, “My King, please.”

“Again.” Your core turns molten at the soft gravel in his voice, that command. A perfect, wet and hot hole for him. For your king.

“My king I-”

“Beg for it.”

“Please, Loki I need to cum, fill me up My King, make me yours.” The voice does not sound like your own as you being to make promises to him, promises he’d make sure you withstood.

“Cum for me little dove, give it all to me.”

His hand slides under your leg, lifting it into the air, sliding home that little bit deeper, each thrust better than the last until he’s moaning your name, like a prayer. A god moaning your name.

The sound pushes you over the edge and your body becomes a shaking, crying mess, the aftershocks reverberating through your body as he uses your cunt to fuck himself to an orgasm, fucking you through yours.

His hips slow as he cums deep inside of you, releasing his seed against your cervix making sure to fuck it into you so deep it didn’t dare come back out.

Your breath isn’t your own anymore, your body, you barely hold onto that little piece of your mind but you’d give it all to him in a heartbeat.

He pulls out of you with a groan, and you whimper at the emptiness. Missing the feel of him inside you, how completely full you felt when he thrusted into you just moments before.

Loki kisses you once more, though it’s tender, a silent “thank you” and “are you okay?” But you were beyond okay, you feel as if you’re floating, as if you’d tasted the starts on his lips, you’d felt his hands and mouth on you in ways that many would die for.

As you lay there on the cusp of slumber, too tired to form a coherent sentence, warmth washes over you like an imaginary blanket tucked over your shoulders. Loki’s smile is beyond mischievous and you make a silent pact with yourself, as your eyes are closing finally giving into the fatigue, to one day trick the trickster.

#marvel smut #smut #loki laufeyson #loki x reader smut #Loki smut #sylvie #loki x reader #tom hiddelson #tom hiddleston smut #marvel #Thor #loki series #lamentis #marvel imagine #loki x f!reader #loki x female reader #marvel fic #loki episode 3

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ferusaurelius · 2 years

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Izzy Hands in a Minor Key

In this essay I will ... add to excellent discussion about the companion structures and themes of Episodes 07 and 08.

First, this is inspired by @bookshelfdreams and @mikimeiko and dedicated to @speckled-jim (and a few other folks, you know who you are, who also like to scream about Izzy the Ratbastard).

As background, please consider this post (Mikimeiko) about Edward and Stede’s fear of losing each other and then follow up with this post (bookshelfdreams) about the themes of loss and abandonment in Episode 07 and 08. This is an excellent addition about Calico Jack’s role in the narrative and between the two of them you will be well-prepared to consider the following:

I will submit to all of you that Izzy Hands and his terrible life choices are the glue holding these companion episodes together, because Izzy planned this situation and he used his deeply personal knowledge and understanding of Edward to instigate the breakup.

The full arc of these episodes is about loss, abandonment ... and betrayal.

Izzy Hands is once again making everything awful and Making It Weird Forever (thanks @knowlesian). Ready to suffer? :D

Proceed past the cut.

Full Disclosure: This is the top-level summary or I’d be here all night.

07 - This is Happening

A brief summary of the situation between Ed and Stede: they are still deciding whether or not to accept each other and what that means during the treasure hunt. We get the lovely improvisational restaurant conversation, Edward does his ‘please touch my beard’ flirting thing, and then -- oh no! The map burns and is ruined!

Lucius helpfully clues in Ed to the fact that Stede has set up this very Stede-directed adventure for him. Edward has heart eyes 100% of the time because this is probably the nicest thing anyone has ever tried to do (while being a lovable pure idiot about it). God, Stede is the most cinnamon of rolls. And Edward makes an effort to be sweet in return (Lucius reinforces this; it’s so fucking brilliant that Edward still threatens to stab him in the ‘fuckin face).

Did you notice that it’s an Izzy-style threat? A bit softer and gentler, but still with admirable cursing and pitch-perfect comedic timing.

Which brings us to Izzy.

Izzy is conspicuous by his absence. Where would Edward go if Edward left? Back to Izzy and the ‘next adventure!’ And it wouldn’t much look like this very impractical treasure hunt with a petrified orange as the prize.

If we compare the prizes Izzy recently took: one of Stede’s hostages, a Spanish warship, and The Revenge, itself. All very respectable (except Stede; Izzy put him back!)

Izzy, after trying to ‘put Stede back’ post-duel scene: None of this is going how I planned. I hate my entire life and my best friend just banished me from the ship. What is a first mate going to do without a captain to serve?

“This is Happening” is where we see Edward and Stede begin to recognize their relationship while Izzy experiences the full-on terror of his identity being stripped away. Read: loss and abandonment. Izzy is experiencing both of these in the background, and it’s this terror of losing Edward and of contemplating a future without that relationship that prompts him to FUCKING CALL UP CHAUNCEY FUCKING BADMINTON.

Izzy. What the fuck.

08 - We Gull Way Back

Now for a quick linguistic aside on the episode title that you need to understand before we proceed further. “We Gull Way Back” is directly referencing three things:

1. “We Go Way Back” = Calico Jack is Edward’s old friend, buddy, and ex-lover.

2. “Gull” = the Death of Karl and Buttons’s fabulous ability to hex Calico Jack. It’s a weird reverse ex(orcism). Yes this is a pun. Shoot me.

3. “Gull” = an archaic term for “to trick, to subvert, or to fool.” This last theme is where Izzy Hands comes in and it’s a direct title reference to his role in this episode and in setting up the entire circumstances of this arc without being present on-screen. Because David Jenkins is brilliant.

You may be wondering: Ferus, if Izzy doesn’t show up in this episode, what are you going to analyze?

Ready to be fucked up? Because this has been fucking me up all day. Brace yourselves. Recall all the previously cited meta about Calico Jack and the role he plays in questioning Stede’s identity and making Edward think Stede couldn’t handle the old days?

Izzy knew:

All of Edward’s history

What Edward’s reaction would be to seeing this old friend and ex-lover

What Calico Jack would think of Stede

What old hobbies Jack and Blackbeard used to share

The story of Blind Man’s Cove, that Jack once saved his life there, and that it had no escape routes

That neither Stede nor the rest of the crew would suspect this trap (because none of them know Edward and their history as Blackbeard as well as he does)

That this trap was calibrated specifically and personally to trick Edward into being the one who took Stede to a place where the English could catch and execute him

It’s fucking me up so bad, fam.

It’s not just a betrayal, it’s probably one of the most intimately personal and subtle betrayals I’ve seen depicted on screen.

What the FUCK, Izzy. No shit Edward was right to punch you right in your fucking face!

And it’s the first time we really see Edward lose his temper with Izzy, by the way. Foreshadowing the descent into The Kraken we get in Episode 10.

Izzy set up the whole fucking thing and he’s paying the price.

Additional Disclaimer: If you’d like very specific dialogue and scene examples of how all of the above is working, my ask box is always open for screaming about Izzy Hands. My word is not definitive in any way, shape, or form. If you also like to scream about Izzy Hands please know that I am very friendly and open to being challenged, contradicted, dismantled, or otherwise appropriated with or without credit and/or reference. I love OFMD a totally normal amount.

#our flag means death meta #izzy hands #edward teach #calico jack #stede bonnet #episode 07 this is happening #episode 08 we gull way back #I respect Izzy Hands and I scream about him and he continues to live in my brain without paying rent.#I wrote this post and I do not like it because of the level of existential suffering and admiration Izzy’s stupidass situation provokes #i still can't sleep #give con o'neill a fuckin' emmy #i'm so fucked up about this #my writing #turned into a professor izzy studies against my will #i like this show a normal amount #ofmd meta #our flag means death #never shutting up about the gay pirate show and neither is my brain #ferus izzy meta

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leviathans-watching · 3 years

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hiya levi! can i request doing a modeling gig with mammon?? it can be anything really, maybe like a romance model ad?? i don’t have any specifics other than the gender of the reader which i’d like to stay neutral!

modeling with mammon

includes: mammon x gn!reader (they/them pronouns used)

wc: .8k | rated t | m.list | pt 2

warnings: light thirst, mild self-doubt for just a quick sec, jealousy on reader's end

a/n: hello! this was so fun to write and i'd def consider a part 2 tbh. thanks ofr requesting and i hope you like it!! my inbox is open to chat, req, and leave feedback so stop by!

please reblog 🤩🤩

you give mammon a thumbs up from where you’re sitting at the edge of the set, widening your smile even as jealousy crawls up your throat. he’s got a gig, and extended an invitation to you, something you accepted, of course.

however, you hadn’t realized it was a cologne ad, something that would have normally been fine, but the directors had decided on an alluring, sexy vibe to fit the scent. meaning mammon was modeling with someone. someone who was all over him.

logically you know they are just coworkers, and there is absolutely nothing there, but the sight of the model running their nails up his (bare!) chest made you want to scream.

okay, so you were territorial. but who could really blame you?

“cut!” the director yells for the nth time. “this just isn’t working. there’s no chemistry between the two of you today.”

ducking his head, mammon apologizes.

“we’re on a time crunch,” the director continues. “we have to get this done today.”

“can’t you find a different model?” someone with a clipboard asks, and the director sighs.

“no one else is here today. everyone else is doing external shoots or had the day…” he pauses, his eyes landing on you. “you! have you ever modeled?”

you point to yourself. “me?”

“yes, you!” the director marches up to you, examining you closely.

“um. no?”

he waves his hand. “that doesn’t matter. you’ll do fine. and there should be plenty of chemistry between you judging by the way mammon couldn’t keep his eyes off of you earlier.”

you eye mammon, face heating slightly.

“whoa, whoa, whoa,” mammon butts in, crossing his arms. “you want mc to model?”

the director nods. “yes. it’s perfect! the human will add a little je ne sais quoi to the shoot, don’t you think?”

you hesitate, watching mammon. it’s his realm of expertise, isn’t it? what if he doesn’t want you to model? what if he thinks you’re not camera-worthy? oh god, you wouldn't be able to take it.

“mc can model if they want,” mammon says finally, relieving you. “but they gotta get paid for it, ‘kay? what the other model is gettin’!”

of course mammon’s paying attention to the money.

“of course,” the director agrees easily, before turning to the other model. “and don’t worry about it too much, darling. we’ve all got off days. i’ll still pay you for today, alright?”

the other model nods, scurrying off set. you’re quickly enveloped by a group of demons, handed clothes to change into. you change, and then there are hands in your hair, makeup brushes ticking your face. you swallow, a little nervous.

“you’ll do great,” mammon says next to you, startling you. “it’s always a little nerve-wracking to be in front of the wide lens at first, but i’ve got you. after all, what’s to worry about when you’re with me?”

normally you’d tease him for the cheesy line, but his abs are directly in your line of sight, distracting you from your original response.

too soon and it’s time for you to go. you watch mammon get into position easily, then it’s your turn, and you’re directed to press yourself into him, to darken your eyes, whatever that means.

you try your best.

“perfect!” the director enthuses as the cameras click and flash. you feel like you’re hardly breathing. your hands are pressed up against mammon’s cheat, the skin smooth and firm under your hands, and your faces are mere inches apart.

as you watch, mammon smirks, raising an eyebrow devilishly.

“yes! that’s what i mean by darkening your eyes!” the director says, and you bite your cheek, trying not to move. you can feel mammon’s breath on your face, and heat is all but radiating off of him, and you realize he’s firmly in his element.

it seems like the shoot lasts for an eternity, but it’s all too soon when you’re told you can move. you pull yourself off of him, hands sliding against his chest for a fraction of a second longer than necessary, and is it just you, or does mammon seem sad to see you go?

the photographer shows you and mammon some of the photos, and you can’t deny they look good. even if you don’t really look like yourself.

“hell yes!” mammon says, flipping through the photos. “we’ll be rich from this! mc, yer goin’ to be the next big name in the industry!”

“oh, no,” you deny. “once was enough for me.” your heart is still racing.

mammon pouts. “ya didn’t like it?”

“i liked it,” you assure him. maybe too much. “but only because i was doing it with you.”

and oh yeah, you understand what it means for eyes to darken now, you think, watching mammon’s face.

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belovedvenom · 2 years

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May I please have Nancy Downs, Ginger Fitzgerald, Jennifer Check, Herbert West, and Sydney Prescott with a nb or fem s/o just being domestic. Thank you!!!

a/n: i completely forgot to add Jennifer but i will definitely make a separate post for her <3

—Ginger : The feeling of being watched took you out of the movie playing on t.v. Getting up to make sure your front door was locked, you turned around to the sight of your girlfriend covered from head to toe in blood and gore. “Hey”

“hey?... that's all you have to say?!” you stare dumbfounded before rushing over.

“Oh my god” checking her over for any cuts.

“don't throw a fit. it's not my blood, besides i heal fast anyway.”

Ignoring her, you continue to look her over. Once satisfied, you look at her, not liking the blood caked on her neck and matting her hair. “oh ginge”

“what” taken aback by the worry in your eyes. Why would you worry? it should be the other way around. you're human, she's a werewolf. Obviously she can take care of herself, it's you who needs protecting.

“I'll go start the shower” With that you leave her to her thoughts.

Making sure the water is warm enough, you begin to help Ginger out of her clothes —even though she doesn't need it.

Your delicate touch brings warmth to her body. Her face turning red.

You pull her into the bath.

It's quiet as you rinse her of all the blood. Washing her hair, she closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of you massaging her scalp. Gently scrubbing her skin, pressing a kiss to the areas no longer covered in blood.

When you're done you offer to give her some time alone to finish up but- “no”

you stare at her, head tilted to the side, a softness in your eyes as you wait for her to continue.

“don't go yet. just…hold me for a while.”

Smiling softly, you wrap your arms around her. Head rested on her shoulder as she rests hers on your head.

You stay in each other's arms until the water runs cold, even then, you stay there. Holding her close. Wrapped in each other's embrace, Ginger's body heat warming you both. “I'm always gonna worry about you, ya know. you might be a werewolf but that doesn't mean i won't do everything in my power to keep you safe.”

Pressing a kiss to her shoulder, you mutter against her skin “i'll always protect you. With that she hugs you tighter, one thought in her mind;

We should do this more often.

—Sidney :

You've always been more of a night owl. Sleeping all day, not active til night type of person.

Sidney was the exact opposites, but you know what they say; opposites attract.

So when it's 7pm and you suggest going grocery shopping, she looks at you like you've grown three heads but she's been in the house all day and decides why not, there are somethings she's running low on.

Not even changing clothes, the two of you put on your shoes and head to the nearest grocery store that's open 24/7.

She pushes , while you check things off the list. (you totally don't sneak things into the cart when she's not looking) She doesn't notice until checkout, giving you a look but ultimately not caring.

After getting the much needed foods and items, you stroll through the snack aisle.

“We should make s'mores” Staring at a large bag of marshmallows.

Sidney comes up behind you, arms circling your waist as her chin rests on your shoulder.

“I don't see why not” With a squeal you grab the bag before turning in her arms, pressing a kiss to her lips.

You should go night shopping more often.

—Nancy :

She woke up alone, the side of your bed cold. You had woken up earlier not wanting to disturb her sleep so you let her be. As she's rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she hears music coming from the hall.

Groggily, she follows the sound to the kitchen only to find you making breakfast, singing along to the song coming from your phone.

She can't help the smile that makes its way onto her face as she leans against the wall, crossing her arms —watching you.

“smells good” chuckling slightly as you turn around with a yelp.

“well good morning to you too” hand over your chest as you give her a playful glare.

Nancy comes over, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Why didn't you wake me up?”

“Wanted to surprise you, give you a little breakfast in bed” Her heart swells at that, face heating up.

“Mind getting the pancake mix in the cabinet over there?” You ask while finishing up the eggs. Silently she does as asked, not before taking a piece of egg and popping it into her mouth.

“Wanna help make the pancakes? You stir, i’ll pour?”

“Hell yeah”

Just like that, what started off cute and innocent turned messy, you accidentally got flour on Nancy’s shirt which led to her “accidentally” throwing some on your face.

By the end of it you were both covered in flour along with everything else, no pancakes, a giant mess to clean up.

“Whoops,” Nancy laughs to the point of tears.

“You're lucky I love you, now help me clean this up.”

“Fine, fine. But first” She pulls you into a kiss, hand on your cheek to keep you in place.

No cleaning got done.

—Herbert :

Getting Herbert to leave his makeshift basement lab for necessary things such as food and sleep is one thing and even that's a challenge but getting him to leave ?? to put up Christmas decorations??? You're trying to get him to leave his work... his research… just to decorate

You're better off asking Dan to be quite honest but luckily you have Herbert wrapped tightly around your finger (not that he’d ever admit or acknowledge that fact). So after enough— as he put it, “pestering”, he agreed. One second. You turned your back for one second when you heard grumbling from where Herbert stood. Looking towards him, you were met with the sight of your mad scientist boyfriend caught up in a bundle of not only red, silver, and green tinsel but also Christmas lights. How he managed to do this to himself you have no clue, but it was hilarious to witness. “Herb- honey, how-” You couldn't contain yourself and just bursted out laughing, a laugh that made your stomach hurt and tears fall from your eyes. He looked ridiculously adorable. Eyes wide in a way that resembled a cat when they get excited, lips in a pout, twitching ever so slightly in annoyance. “Yes, I'm so glad you find this amusing.” He stares at you unamused as you wipe the tears from your eyes. “If you're finished I could really use some assistance, this was your idea in the first place.” With a soft smile you walk towards him but not before grabbing something, keeping it hidden behind your back. “Awe im sorry Herbie” Ignoring the way he rolls his eyes at the nickname. “Let me help you, OH but what's this?” You hold your arm up above your heads, Herbert’s eyes look up to see Mistletoe. With a teasing smile you place a kiss on his cheek before beginning to untangle him. His ears burning red, he swallows thickly. “You missed” You look up, eyes locking with his as his cheeks begin to redden. He leans forward slightly with you meeting him halfway. A feeling of warmth spreads through him at your touch. You pull apart, a goofy smile on your lips; “let's get you out of this hmm.”

#ginger fitzgerald x reader #sidney prescott x reader #scream imgines #nancy downs x reader #the craft #herbert west x reader #reanimator x reader #herbert west #black!reader #gn!reader

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atsukawolfcat · 2 years

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To protect, to serve! - Introduction

Note: ProtectorCreator!Reader time! When I first started this it was a sleepless night, and this is a bit long for me so I will leave it as an intro to the story. This is definitely going to turn into a multiple part story, mostly because I can't help myself with the details. I sadly am the worst at keeping up with names for locations and the map in general since I prefer to teleport everywhere during quests to try to catch up on the main story but if you guys want to help and give me ideas (or want to add your OC into the story as a regular follower/helper/ally), let me know! Also, should I add turning into a child after exhausted your power HC? I am tempted to, as well as some other stuff.

Summary: Creator!Reader that was born of an insanely powerful god and goddess, with the latter being the protector of the universe everyone resided in and your father being your mother's bodyguard. You had grown tired of the planet they had cultivated and created your own called Teyvat, but watched from a distance while the others created other planets and universes. You granted the people from your planet a unique power they called Visions, something the other gods soon realized they could utilize for their own plans. Of course, you soon realize their plans and become the protector to your creation and descended to better guard Teyvat.

Warnings: Mentions of battle, etc. Will mostly be first and third person POV.

below the cut

You released your sword from your grip and let it slice down another enemy, then let it come back to your hand. Scoffing, you shook your head. 'This is pointless; they keep coming..' You glanced behind you to your favorite creation, a beautiful planet full of life and splendor. You sensed another futile attack from another idiot, which you dodged and let them taste your sword. You noticed another trying to sneak by while your attention was elsewhere. You teleported right in front of them and cut them down. Finally, having enough, you let your power show as you summoned clones of your weapon and let them finish the fight. 'This is getting ridiculous. I am a one-person army at this point. I can't always be aware of everything happening around me since it would render me down from sensory overload after some time. I have to change the tides somehow..' Letting your (e/c) glow with a bright red shine that shows your increasing anger, you raised your right hand above your hand and willed your sword to change its shape to a scythe and let it grow in size. 'This will give me some time..' You swiped quickly, hearing the crackle of the air from your weapon swiping through the air until finally hitting down all the remaining enemies. Eyeing the planet, you spotted an open area you could descend to and decided to get moving.

**** ✨ ****

You arrived at a wide-open space, a grassy hill. If your memory serves correctly, this was- "Windwail Highland, you are near Dawn Winery, Your Excellence." You were startled at first, feeling the words rather than hearing them. Chuckling, you bent down and patted the ground after realizing who it was. "Why, thank you, Teyvat. It's quite difficult to keep up with the names and information my dear mortals call these locations. Especially since I have only observed from afar." "Of course, Your Excellency. Although my power is limited at this moment, I will do my best to assist you. However, if I may..." "If you wonder why I have descended so suddenly after many years, I am here to protect this planet and all that inhabit it. There are greedy fellows after the power I have granted here, most likely to experiment and cause chaos with it." "I see. Is there anything I may do in this case, Your Excellency?" "Hmm, actually, there is. If I try to use too much power right now.." You paused and summoned a bit of your power to increase your senses but flinched after being able to sense past Liyue. "I will need assistance in keeping track of where the greedy individuals try to create a way to this planet. Just let me know where I shall teleport there and take care of them myself. Could you do that for me, my dear Teyvat?" "Of course, Your Excellency." Pursing your lips, you created a small orb and let it fall from your fingertips. It sinks into the earth below your feet, and you feel the world shudder. "I have given you a little upgrade to help you sense what I am looking to prevent entering. They love to create portals to have large amounts of their followers rush through. Still, because they are not allowed to step foot in Teyvat without my permission, they will need to grow the portals. It will send a signal that should let us both know when they are attempting to break through my system. I thwarted their last attempt just a few hours ago, so I shall rest to gather the strength that I lost and experiment on how much power of mine you may tolerate. I do apologize for the trouble, Teyvat. I will also change my appearance, just if the mortals get in my way. For now, could you lead me to an open space and to create a small cabin? As much as I would love to meet my dear mortals, I need to prepare." "Yes, Your Excellency. I have let a wolf pack know. They shall guide you while I prepare the upgrade and acclimate myself to it. I appreciate your kindness." Letting your body relax and your eyes soften, you waited until you could hear paws hit the ground.

Could you also sense footfalls from a child? Interesting. Seconds pass, and you finally see a pack of wolves rush to your location, and you finally notice there is a white-haired human child with them. 'A human child? Is he part of their pack? Ah..' The child nervously looks at you as they finally stop before you. Luckily you retracted your aura before descending. It may create problems if everyone goes into an alert and the Archons try to find you. The wolves bowed their heads, showing their loyalty and reverence for you. The child stared at you before getting a growl from one of the wolves to lower his head. You smiled and approached the child before falling your body to meet his eyes. "Hello, child. What is your name?"

"Razor! Uhm! Wolves are Lupical! Sense you! Escort!" Fighting back a laugh, you realized this was a wild child. Wolves raised him, and he was part of the family by its looks. You stood back up to your full height and smirked at them. "Thank you, Razor. It is very nice to meet you and your Lupical. I am here in secret, so I hope you do not let other humans know I am here, alright?" Razor nodded, clutching his fists and with stars in his eyes as he stared at you with the determination of an acolyte. You chuckled and gestured to start the journey.

After about a 20-minute trek, mainly because your curiosity got ahold of you. You wandered a bit to look closer at the fascinating creatures and plants on the way to your destination. Razor was also cutely trying to help you with the names of the things you looked at, so you couldn't stop yourself from laughing and patting his head. Poor Razor was so started and so red that he looked like an apple, and you soon heard the whimpers of the other wolves as they also tried to get your attention. After spending 5 minutes petting everyone to their heart's content, we finally continued and soon arrived at your temporary home. You saw a big enough area and snapped your fingers as you let your power flow, and a small, cute cabin quickly assembled itself: home, sweet home.

#genshin impact #genshin sagau #ProtectorCreator!Reader

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tobi-momo · 3 years

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A Misunderstanding

PAIRING: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

GENRE: Angst | Hurt/Comfort | Reverse Comfort

WORD COUNT: 3k

A/N: ok ik this is long but this idea came from literally nowhere but i decided to write it thank you @combat-wombatus for helping me you helped put ideas in my brain<333 now i wasnt originally going for a happy ending but im really bad at angst so enjoy the shitty ending :)

“Please, Y/n, you know I didn't mean it,” he pleaded, his large hands desperately grabbing at your form while you push him away, your breaking sobs making his heart shatter. “Please, baby, don’t leave me,” he begs, falling on his knees in front of your trembling body, not being able to tear his eyes off of your heartbroken ones. He needed you to stay. He needed to show you that he isn’t that guy and that he would do anything for you. It was a one time thing. He wasn’t even sober. It wasn’t him. It was the alcohol. He wasn’t thinking straight. Please forgive him, please, please, please.

But you couldn’t. No matter how hard or how much you loved him and wanted to, the pain that ripped at your heart every time you looked at him was too much to bear. So you didn’t. You turn your blurry, glassy eyes away from him as he grabs your hand and forces it into his; your lips quivering and knees shaking. You couldn’t keep the betrayal and agony inside, whining and weeping at him, your knees giving out before your legs slam against the floor, your head near the carpet as you try and keep your affliction at bay.

“Y/n, please,” he whines, tears streaming down his pale cheeks; his admission of his unfaithfulness drained the color from his face. “Please forgive me, I need you, I love you so much.”

“W-” you sniffle, not knowing what to say. You knew you didn’t have to say anything at all, that you didn’t owe him any words, but you just...you just needed to know. “Why,” your voice quivered and cracked, your throat sore, “why did you,” you take a long breath, grabbing your chest to try and stop the heartache, the sudden cramp that formed where it used to be filled with warmth and love, “do this to me? With her?” You look up at him once with wide, searchful eyes as you ponder the reasons and look for the answers in his empty pupils.

“I wasn’t thinking straight, baby, I didn’t know what I was doing, please,” his voice stammers, trying to get you to understand that he really didn’t know what he was doing. “I would never do this to you, I-” “But you did.” Your tone is no longer sad and confused, but angry and fed up. His head backing up quickly, not expecting the response. “You made a promise, Tetsurou, remember?” You glare at him with menacing eyes as you hold up the very finger he kissed and placed the ring on on your wedding day. The beautiful diamond ring that had his initials carved in the interior and little gorgeous jewels that made the walls sparkle once hit with the hot sun was no more; the dark, gloomy piece of rock and metal meaning nothing but lies and mistrust.

“No, Y/n, please. Don’t do this to me,” he adjures guiltily.

“Don’t do this to you?” Your voice laced with deadly venom, standing and backing up, wiping your mouth with your hand in annoyance, placing it on your hip. “You did this to me! You did this to us! You went out! You got drunk! You fucked someone else! And not even a random girl! No! You just had to fuck your ex!” Your voice cracked again before you inhaled sharply and covered up your struggle.

“Y/n, I didn’t know what I was doing!”

“And that’s an excuse?? What, so now you can go fuck whoever you want and say ‘I didn’t know what I was doing!’” you mimic, “so you can get away with it every time?”

He didn’t answer. He looked at the ground, understanding exactly where you came from.

“Hm? Are you gonna answer me, or sit there like a coward?”

He could tell fully well you were just saying this because you were hurt. You didn’t mean any of it. You loved him. No matter what, you will always love him. Trusting him was out of the box for a while, maybe forever. But he can’t lose you. He knew you were soulmates- he knew you were made for each other. There was a reason you guys made it this far and only had big problems now. He needed to find that reason and use it for himself to win you back. He needed you back.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, your dramatic hand gestures coming to a halt at his words, your figure coming to a stand still as you wait for him to finish. “You don't deserve this. You don’t deserve me. Please know that it was a mistake and that I’ll never do it again ever, ever, ever,” he repeats, wanting it to sound as sincere as he means. “Just please give me a chance to make this up to you, please don’t leave me by myself without you,” he sobs out, putting his head in his hands.

You knew you shouldn’t feel bad for him. But god-fucking-dammit are you feeling bad for him. You knew you still loved him, you knew he still loved you- that much was obvious. You couldn’t see him for a while, no. Could you guys work it out? Maybe stitch the wound? Wait until the scar is barely visible anymore? Would that even work?

“Tetsurou,” a single, hot tear dripping down your face as you point to the ground. “I don’t know if I can ever trust you again.”

“I know, I know, just please give me a chance to help fix this!” He cries at your feet, his body bundled in a ball of self hatred and guilt. “I can do it, baby. I can help things go back to normal.”

“I don’t think they ever will be normal again.”

He whines, trying to negotiate with you as much as he can. “Let me fix us. Let me give you my everything again, let me show you that I’m all yours and no one else's, please,” he moans in anticipation for rejection, knowing the chances of you agreeing were next to zero.

The next few hours are silent. Him alone in the bedroom. Crouching on the floor as he ponders your possible answer. You work in the kitchen, making food to satisfy your appetite. He could hear your sniffles from the bedroom and picture you wiping your tears as you carry the pots on the stove. God, he was the biggest piece of shit ever known. What the fuck went through his mind when he was fucking his ex? He only remembers some of it, them waking up in bed together after, only wearing undergarments underneath the sheets and him holding her waist as if she were you. He thought they had ended on good terms, knowing that they were better as friends. He rushed out the door, not being able to stay in the same room without getting sick. He knew what he had to do.

He opens the door to the living room, a slight creak gaining your attention as you stir the sauce in the pan. Your eyes are puffy, your lip still trembling as you try to turn away from him. He only takes about two steps forward before he stops, trying to find the words he wants to say.

“Listen, I know you said you needed time, and I’m not rushing you at all whatsoever. I want to give you all the time in the world to think this over. If you need, I can go to Kou’s house and stay there for a while. He won’t mind. I just want to give you the space you deserve.”

You nod in response, your head still facing away before he whispers an “I love you” before he slips out of the apartment.

~.~.~.~

The next few days were tortue. Not being able to sleep in the same bed he would sleep in with you, not being able to watch the same tv shows, not being able to even be in his presence at least once a day like you used to melted a hole of despair inside you: eating away at your emptiness, taking away the numbness that you so desperately needed right now. The feeling came back- the one that you tried shutting out three hours ago. It crept up at you, flipping your stomach and weighing your lungs down to the floor, your throat sore and dry. Your eyes wet with a blurry wall as your tears build up once again, missing your cheeks as you crouch down looking at the floor, falling on the tile. The droplets containing your anguish splatter on the ground, your raggedy whimpers echoing throughout the vacant apartment, making it all the more obvious he wasn’t there.

Knock knock knock

Was that the door?

Your wide, unbelieving eyes turned to the wooden door frame; the knocks getting louder and faster. You quickly stand up and try to collect yourself, preparing to have a long talk with Tetsurou. You grab the handle, turning it- the door opening with a tiny creak.

Oh.

“Hi! Kuroo left his jacket at the party the other day, is he here?”

Oh, that bitch.

“No. He’s not.” You deadpan, not finding her cheery, happy expression amusing.

“Oh no! Uh, well, here, can you give this back to him for me?”

“Stop smiling at me like you aren’t part of the reason he’s gone.” You snark, glaring at her with sharp eyes as she backs up, confused.

“W-what?”

“You heard me. Don’t act fucking clueless.”

“Excuse me? Who are you to talk to m-”

“Oh, cut the shit,” you roll your eyes, “I know you slept with Tetsurou, you don’t need put on whatever the fuck this is,” you gesture at her.

“What the hell are you talking about? What are you, fucking crazy?” Your eyes narrow in confusion, your disgusted scowl lessening at her words.

“Right. You probably don’t remember because you were blacked out,” you add sarcastically. “He told me what you guys did. Now you know. So, I would love it if you would just leave.”

“What are you- Me and Kuroo didn’t do shit last night. I drank like two beers and was hanging out with another girl the entire time,” she explains, looking offended. Your face loosens into an expression she couldn’t read. “He blacked out early and passed out on the couch while I was busy talking with the other girl.”

“Huh?” You whisper, your disoriented thoughts not aligning to a proper conclusion.

“I didn’t go to bed until like,” she thought back, “I don’t know, three in the morning? There were people passed out on the floor so I decided to take the guest bedroom with her. I was still awake when Kuroo came into the room, I’m guessing because he thought it was yours, based off of how he kept mumbling your name and shit,” she exhales, “he grabbed onto me once he got in and just clung.” You glower at her, huffing. She sees this, sighing before continuing, “Calm down, remember nothing happened. Remember that girl? She ended falling off the bed because I was scooting away from his clingy ass.” You look at her blankly, trying to fit the pieces together. “She ended up leaving the party completely,” she mumbled in embarrassment before you speak up.

“Then why did he tell me you guys had sex?” You mutter quietly, although assuming she heard since her head backed up while she quickly scoffs.

“I swear to God, that man. Listen.” You look up into her eyes- her genuine eyes. “Me and Kuroo didn’t do a single thing. I didn’t do anything to him and he didn’t do anything to me. I’ll have a conversation with him later because he is an absolute dumbass,” she breathed.

What the fuck?? You were just supposed to believe her?

“How am I supposed to believe that?”

“Me and him ended a long time ago. I don’t like him like that and I haven’t for a while. And seeing he was bragging about you the entire time at the party, he’s over me, too. Besides, I’m not even into guys that much anymore anyways,” she grinned and winked at you. The shock and realization hit you like a truck. She wasn’t even- oh my God. She chuckled at your expression; you ran away from her to the counter to get your phone, quickly unlocking it and tapping on Tetsurou’s contact.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you mumble over and over. To tap the call button, listening to it ring as you bring your phone up to your ear, hearing him pick up the phone almost immediately after.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” He sounded worried. It’s only been about a week, he had hoped that you weren’t going to leave him.

“Get over here, right now, Tetsurou.” Your voice made it seem like it was urgent, so he quickly picked up his jacket from the couch, and you could hear the jingling of his keys as he grabbed them and opened the door, almost slamming it shut once he left.

~.~.~.~

“Y/n?” He asked at the open front door, wondering why it wasn’t closed. “Y/n, you have to be careful and close the door, we have them for a reason, you know,” he said as he walked in. Even after being at the line of a break-up, he still cares for your well-being. He didn’t even do anything wrong and he was still caring for you as a loved one should. He always did everything to make you feel comfortable and safe, so once he knew that he had slept with his ex he was completely devastated to his core. He didn’t want to do this to you, but you had the right to know.

“Tetsu.” You called. Already back to nicknames? This is good, right?

“Yes? Y/n?” He was scared, to say the least, feeling awkward and not knowing what to do. He walked scarcely towards your figure sitting on the couch, not caring to drop his keys and jacket on the counter. He had a feeling this might go wrong.

“We need to talk.” Shit. This is exactly what he didn’t want to hear. Hearing those words he couldn’t help but think that you were going to make him pack his stuff and go. “So, I talked with your ex.” You speak slowly, not wanting your words to come out wrong. You don’t want him to take any of this in a bad way at all. Yet his eyes widen drastically, his heartbeat racing and his nerves pricking him. “You are just one big dummy, aren’t you?”

What? What are you talking about?

“What?”

“You didn’t sleep with her. She told me everything that happened that night. She’s not even into guys anymore. Tetsu-”

This couldn’t be happening. Not only did he accuse himself of cheating, he accused himself of cheating with his ex, and that he cheated with his ex at a party, while you two are married. And then it turns out it wasn’t true? What the hell was wrong with him? He jeopardized your entire relationship because he was too drunk to know what was going on.

“Wait, what?” He yells, angrily sitting down on the couch, “so you’re telling me-” you nodded and hummed an ‘mhm’ in response. His hands find their way to his hair, pulling at the roots and scratching his scalp, his low grunts of pain and fury seeping out of his throat as he frustratingly comprehends what he just did.

You rush over to him, grabbing his wrists and pushing them down to his lap as fast as you can, making his eyes find their way to your blown out pupils. You can see the hot tears prickle down his cheek as he frowns at you, completely and utterly defeated.

“Tetsu, I don’t want you to hurt yourself, it’s okay,” you reassure, giving him a happy smile. He wanted to smile back, but he couldn’t control the broken sob that escaped him. “Hey, hey,” you try to grab his attention as he pulls his head down, crying. “It’s okay, baby, it’ll be okay.” You wrap your arms around his head, protecting him as you softly coo and ‘shh’ him quietly in his ear. ‘I’m sorry’ kept coming out of his mouth as he clinged to you, not being able to help his want to be closer to you. The realization that he just almost broke your heart completely and he had worried about divorce for this shit made him want to just rip his scalp out. He was so stupid. So, so so, stupid. “Tetsu, look at me, please. Look at me,” you whisper, bringing your hand to his chin, dragging it up so you could catch sight of his hazel irises. His eyes red and puffy, his cheeks wet and his eyes droopy, you couldn’t do anything but frown at the sight. He hated himself right now, not wanting to face the embarrassment and the humiliation of the situation.

“You don’t deserve me, I’m so sorry,” he whimpered in your arms, gripping them tighter and tighter for comfort- you knowing that he needed it right now. You had already pulled him into your chest, feeling his wet tears soak your shirt, your hands rubbing his back and your fingers gently grazing his throbbing scalp.

“It’s okay, I forgive you, Tetsu, you did the right thing by telling me you did it instead of hiding it from me, and then it turns out you didn’t do it at all.” Your cheeks start to feel hot, and you don’t even realize your sniffles until you could feel a dam break at your water line. You couldn’t stop them, the tears of relief. You didn’t want to stop them. You were glad that they were her, glad that they were for him, glad they were because you knew the truth, glad because you knew you two would be okay.

You looked back at your ring, watching it bloom like a flower in the spring, the meaning coming back to your marriage. It wasn’t just metal and rock anymore, it was a gorgeous promise.

“I love you, Tetsurou. Don’t forget that. You’re staying with me, alright?” you whisper into his hairline.

“Thank you,” he cries.

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hyuppa line's first time with della

WARNING: ! spicy ! no smut but it's still something + hee's is slightly more something

birthday special! yesterday was my birthday 😌

JAKE

"I missed you so fucking much," Della and I were the first two to recover from Covid, and also the first two to return to the dorm. Even Sunoo was still in his parents' house.

Was it fair to the other boys that we get to have the dorm to themselves? Not my problem.

"I missed you more, Jakey," I could feel her smile into my (fully aware) eager kiss.

"Not possible," I mumbled when I pulled away to hug her tight. "God I missed you so much!"

We've actually been alone for a couple of hours now. We ate dinner and decided to take a soak in the bath, which is actually what we are doing right now.

"You've gotten so skinny," she pouted, running her hands on my shoulders and down my chest.

Okay I know I said I missed her but I take it back. She drives me insane- I can't handle this. She barely did anything.

"Yeah, eating was really hard when you can barely taste anything," I practically whispered out. "I didn't get hungry much too."

"Yeah 'cause the only thing you're hungry for is my-" she cut herself off with a snort, hiding her face in my neck. Della and her jokes, everyone.

"Your what?" I smirked while lightly pushing her head away so she would look at me.

"Nothing!" God, the combination of her giggle plus her blush is deadly.

"Your what? C'mon say it," I held her face in my hand.

My smirk only grew when she connected our lips and guided my hand to what she was talking about.

This wasn't the first time Della and I had done something sexual. We've been doing this for a few months now yet we've never gone all the way.

I thought I was one to wait until marriage for that, I really did. I wasn't tempted one bit.

Not when my friends in school were getting laid. Not when I had that 'girlfriend' (or whatever) before I moved. Heck- we didn't even do shit in that relationship.

But today... it just happened.

We pulled back, looked each other in the eye and just knew.

To make sure that it wasn't a misunderstanding, we simultaneously gave out a small nod.

I lifted her up and made my way to her bedroom, ignoring the wet trail we left. I can mop that later. We're the only two here anyway.

Oh when it happened... I totally get the hype. It's different from what Della's done and is miles away from my hand.

With that said, I don't understand how people could do this with just anyone. I honestly think that I would rather never do this again than do it with anyone other than Della.

Yeah- I cried afterwards, so what? I love her, okay? She’s my soulmate.

The fact that she trusted me to be her 'first' after what she went through with her ex was too much.

And yes, I guess being completely alone with her was a large factor. I suppose it could've been any of the boys (not the babies though, please no) but just- let me have my moment.

To add to that, Della also cried because she felt horrible that her first time wasn't with one of us.

So there we were, desperately making out, naked in bed with tears running down our faces.

Before another round, of course. We got all night and the day after.

HEESEUNG

"Agh fuck," I sighed and relaxed afterwards. Della giggled before making her way up to give me a peck. "Thank you, Lala."

"No problem, birthday boy," she ran her a finger down my adam's apple while looking into my eyes. I could only gulp at the sight (and slight ticklish feeling).

She knows how to make people crazy. She's incredibly good at it. Annoyingly amazing.

Because even though I just finished, she somehow got me worked up again. How is that possible? I have no idea.

"Uhh.. I- I'm gonna go... I'm gonna grab water for you," I gently placed her on my bed and left the room to calm myself down.

Thank God it was only Jake in the kitchen. I wouldn't want any of the kids to see me like this.

"Eyy," he smirked.

"Shut up. I need to calm down," I took a few gulps of water.

"Why? What happened?" I gave him a knowing look. "Yeah but why do you need to calm down?"

"I'm not that strong, Jaeyun," is he that strong? I don't think so. He should be able to relate.

"Wait- you didn't just...?" he motioned his hands together without actually clapping.

What?

"No?" he covered his opened mouth with his hand. "You thought we had.. sex?"

"No no, I don't know what I was thinking," he stood up from his seat, smiling widely. "Forget what I said, man. Have fun!" he practically skipped to his room.

Did they...? No way..

I filled a cup with water and immediately rushed back to Della.

"Thank you, oppa," I silently watched as she chugged the whole thing. "Oppa?" I swear- I don't think I will ever get tired of her aegyo.

I kept staring at her without saying anything before ultimately thinking 'screw it.'

I placed the empty glass on my desk and pounced (okay, maybe not actually pounce but you get the picture) on her. It seems like she already knew what I'm trying to hint at because her hands instantly went to remove my shirt.

Listen- I was a little nervous. I recall my ex being really horny a couple of years ago and we used to get into all these fights since I wouldn't get past foreplay. I mean come on- how old were we?

Though when the love of my life pulled away from our kiss to ask me an 'are you sure?', I knew that I had no reason to be afraid.

My Della.. She's so strong. She was pressured into doing this at such a young age just to show her love for that asshole.

The fact that she's asking me if I was okay made my heart painfully swell. I would've cried if I hadn't held it back, I swear.

I know that she was the one who asked if I was ready but I wanted to assure her that she could stop at any time, so I asked her to be on top.

The feeling was amazing. Seeing her enjoy just like I did only made it even better. She wants this as much as me. This is for us.

The only source of light came from my desk lamp and computer that was playing music. The whole atmosphere felt like a movie- it seemed unreal.

I was only reminded that it wasn't a dream when I saw the condom in my trash bin the next morning.

JAY

"Oh nice!" we walked in (practically) the same room as what I was given during my En-Log.

Remember when I said that I wanted us to stay over that hotel I was in? Well here we are.

We had just finished promotions yesterday so we have a bit of free time. Sungho got us permission for a night since he's staying in the room across.

"There's only one bed?!" Della gasped dramatically. "I'm so sorry! I thought I requested for two!" aish- Kang Della and her romance stuff.

"This isn't a romance book, honey," I pushed her head lightly with a snicker.

The first thing we did was eat the burgers we bou- well we placed our bags in the bench-thingy, washed our hands and took off our shoes but technically, that's what we did first.

Afterwards we agreed to take turns in taking a shower, with Della going first.

I'm. Fucking. Nervous. We're a bit awkward right now since this is the first time where we're truly alone for a long period.

The hot water and the smell of soap is supposed to calm me down but it really isn't. It's making me more anxious 'cause it's Della's signature strawberry scent.

Park Jay. Park Jongseong. Jongseong Jay. You can do this.

Why am I trying so hard for a night alone with my girlfriend? I even blow dried my hair and sprayed on perfume.

It's nothing you've never done before. You're acting like you've never shared a bed. Come on man, you're just spending time with the love of your life.

I put on some lip balm before taking one last look and exiting the bathroom.

Only to find Della looking like an absolute goddess.

She's wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts- the really short, loose kind. Not the training ones. Her back was facing me, showing her (now dry) naturally wavy hair.

She was looking out the window at the night scenery. After a few seconds, she turned to look at me with a small smile.

Fuck- I love her. I'm so fucking in love with her.

"Kang Della," I motioned for her to come closer. She placed her arms around my neck while I placed mine on her waist.

"Park Jay," and that's when I lost it.

Truth be told, I hesitated a little bit. Much like most relationship things, I wanted my first to be my last. I had trusted Della with virtually all my firsts, but this was on another level.

Though when it happened, all that anxiety disappeared in a flash. I'm reminded that this is my Della and there was a reason why I trust her so much.

She makes me feel loved. She's comforting without even trying. She feels like home. She's absolutely perfect. I don't and will never regret it one bit.

I suddenly understand why people could get addicted to this. I feel like it requires a huge amount of faith towards the partner, so the connection (literally) is absolutely amazing.

I kind of felt bad. I think I was so into the intimacy that I might look past her pleasure. She sounded and looked like she was enjoying it but I'm not too sure.

But hey- we're all alone, away from any responsibilities. We've got the time.

SUNGHOON

"Della," I said sheepishly when I saw the state her room was in. The lights were off, her curtains were down and her lamp was on.

It's my birthday.

Fucking finally- at least I can stop getting jealous of the other guys.

Hyuppa line maknae.. Ugh, it's like they're constantly finding ways to tease me for that title. I'm stuck in the master bedroom, I'm the last to lose my virginity- even Della fits into the group more than me sometimes.

Like for fuck's sake, it's not my fault I wanted to wait until my birthday that's more than a month away from Jay's first time.

Luckily, they still love me and agreed to distract the kids so we get the dorm all to ourselves for a couple of hours. Della and I wasted no time. After my birthday live, we instantly went home.

"You deserve it, darling," she turned on the heater and lit a scented candle. "Happy birthday, my prince," she giggled as I wrapped my arms around her while placing kisses on her neck.

"Thank you, my princess," I can't help but smile. She's my princess. "May I?" I slowly took her dress off after her nod of approval.

Holy shit.

It's white. She's wearing white. She's wearing my favourite colour.

Okay, this is very embarrassing to admit but I sort of planned everything out in my head. I've been practicing and researching to prepare for this very moment.

Yet all that just went straight out the window as soon as I saw her undergarments. My heart started beating really fast- I'm going back to shy mode.

Oh my God, we're actually doing this. This is happening.

I don't know what it is about this girl but she has the ability to make my head go blank. Imagine working hard to build up confidence for years, only to get flustered because one girl put her hair up in a ponytail. I both hate and love it so much.

"Calm down, oppa," she ran her hand up and down my arms. "It's me, your princess. It's only me," she directed my hands to the sides of her waist, where I like to place them.

When she pulled me in for a kiss, it suddenly hit me. This is Kang Della. This is my soulmate. I should just enjoy the moment and go with the flow. It's my first time, she won't hold anything against me.

I have to say (as irritating as it is), I understand why the guys keep doing it. As someone who is quite touchy, the intimacy was insane. It's the kind that I crave and could receive within one full day done in only a couple of minutes.

I did expect it, since it's probably the reason why I was so jealous. They get to be closer to her way before I did.

But she opened up her feelings to me first so I guess it's fair. What the- why am I being so damn competitive?

"You can get back at the boys, y'know?" Della removed her head from my chest to look me in the eye. "Yours was the only one planned."

"Fuck yeah- maknae on top."

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randomshyperson · 3 years

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Palm Springs - Leigh Shaw

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Summary: In Palm Springs, Leigh meets you. The season one finale re-imagined.

Warnings: (+18), smut, cursing, dom!reader, bottom!leigh, explicit language, explicit consent, brief mentions of harassment, fluff, brief rivalry dynamics, hopeful ending.

Words: 5.378K

Notes: My love, @abimess, this is my apologies for you. I kept mistaken "Wanda" instead of "Leigh" at some points in the writing, but it all worked out in the end. I hope you all enjoy the read, this is my first time writing for this character.

//-//

You threw the signed divorce papers against the passenger seat, ignoring the thick tears that welled up in your eyes.

Raising your hand, you turned up the radio and kept driving. Your cell phone started ringing the next moment, but you ignored it. It was probably Bucky or Steve calling to find out where you were after your little outburst at the company fundraiser.

Honestly, it wasn't your fault. You were handling it all very well, but Carol decided it would be a good idea to give you the divorce papers while you were surrounded by your closest friends, and that was the trigger. But now you were driving to Palm Springs, finally taking the damn vacation your ex-wife had put you through so much hell to get, but now, the seat next to you was empty.

It took a few hours to get there, since the complex is in New York, but you didn't care, having spent most of the way trying to understand how you managed to lose a woman like Carol Danvers.

No bags, you ignored the curious look one of the hotel staff gave you as soon as you pulled into the parking lot, smiling slightly as you took off your sunglasses and asked for directions to the front desk.

You frowned slightly as you were almost run over.

"Watch where you're going!" You shouted angrily at the driver, and the woman returned you the same angry look. Great, you've barely arrived and you almost died. This weekend was promising.

Stepping back, you waited for the woman to drive, not failing to give her a wry smile as she passed you. After this, you walked to the reception desk, and the area was quite full, which was normal for a weekend.

"Reservation in the name Danvers." You said to the receptionist after the greetings. He smiled as he checked the information.

"Valentine's suite, I see." He commented cheerfully. "Shall I prepare a second key for your partner?"

"It's just going to be me, buddy." You grumble, ignoring the uneasy feeling in your stomach. The man smiles awkwardly, but doesn't apologize.

After checking in, you go up to the third floor.

The room makes you sigh with disgust, the flowers and chocolates give you a headache. It takes ten minutes to find a chambermaid and ask her to remove all the decorations.

While your room is being cleaned, you decide to buy something to wear, since you didn't bring anything to spend the weekend at the hotel.

"Good morning." You mumble the greeting as you enter the gift store, your gaze wandering around.

"How can I help you, dear?" The saleswoman asks politely, smiling at you.

"I need something to wear for the two days I'm staying. It was a last-minute trip." You tell her, and the saleswoman looks surprised, but doesn't comment.

The woman eventually showed you the summer shirt section, and you sighed softly as you looked through the options. She walked away to attend to another customer, and you left your attention to the clothes.

A moment later, you picked out a few pieces and turned to talk to the saleswoman, only to run into the woman who had almost run you over earlier looking at the book section.

"You again." You let it slip not so low, attracting the woman's attention. She frowns for a second, and then she recognizes you. But before she can say anything, the saleswoman is speaking.

"Oh, you two know each other already?" She asks excitedly. "It's amazing how we can find friends here in Palm Springs isn't it?"

"We're not friends." You both inform at the same moment, and you squeeze your eyes shut slightly. The woman straightens her posture, pressing the book lightly against her chest as you switch the shirts on your arm. The saleswoman's curious expression prompts you to speak.

"Actually, she almost killed me." You say. "It was going to be quite a headline for this hotel. I'd be careful about the people you guys host around here."

The saleswoman looks at you with confusion, while the other woman lets out a dry laugh.

"You're the one who walked across in the middle of the street!" she defends herself. "It's not my fault if you weren't taught how to cross the street in school."

"Oh, so it's the victim's fault now?" You retort and the woman looks at you incredulously. A third customer enters the store and stares curiously at the argument, but the saleswoman is quick to gesture between you, smiling wryly.

"Oh come on, I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding" The saleswoman remarks and you sustain the annoyed look the other woman is casting at you. "There's no need for an argument."

"Of course not." The woman says forcing a smile, but her posture remains aggressive. "We are both civilized adults."

You bite your tongue to avoid another provocation, looking away from the green irises in front of you.

"Of course you are." The saleswoman says smiling, and then her gaze catches the shirts hanging from your forearm and she lets out a light exclamation. "Come on, I can finalize your purchase if that's all, dear."

You turn toward the cashier next, and it is only after you have paid for the clothes and are leaving that you see the other woman again on your way back, but she does not look away from the books to you. You couldn't care less.

//-//

In your room, you can't resist the urge to look at your phone.

Bucky has called five times. And Steve even sent you an email. You sigh weakly, feeling guilty as you catch a glimpse of Tony and Natasha's message notifications.

Your friends didn't care that you started crying in the middle of the meeting you were at because your ex-wife decided to bring a sensitive topic like the end of your five-year marriage to the table, but you were hating yourself for it.

At this point, you didn't even know what you had been crying about anymore. You and Carol had always had a difficult relationship, and since you got married, you began to wonder why you had done it in the first place.

You loved her so much when you first met her, and then everything gradually broke down. The lack of compatibility, the jealousy and possessiveness, and the lack of time. Carol was a soldier in the army, and you were a Shield special agent, and your jobs took up a lot of your schedules. But you knew that this was just another empty excuse. After all, your best friend, Natasha, was also an agent, as was her wife, and they made everything work properly.

Maybe things were meant to happen that way. That didn't mean it didn't hurt.

After taking a shower, you grumble lightly as you realize that you forgot to buy a bathing suit. And well, everything special about Palm Springs was the magnificent pools.

You figured the shorts and top you had would have to fit.

The pools were considerably more crowded than the rest of the hotel, and this was probably due to the current temperature.

You decided to buy a drink before sunbathing, realizing that most of the chairs were occupied.

The bartender was a pretty girl and smiled mischievously at you when her gaze fell on your collarbone exposed by the cut of your shirt, but you just gave her a half-hearted smile. Being newly divorced wasn't exactly the best scenario for flirting.

"What can I get you?" The woman asked as she rested her hands on the counter in front of her. You bit your lip thoughtfully, running your eyes down one of the menus left on the wood.

"Honestly, I don't know anything here." You say. "But I would like something sweet."

It takes a few minutes for her to prepare a drink for you, and you thank her as you accept.

As you sip a drink that tastes like strawberries and condensed milk, you look around the surroundings.

You frown slightly as you recognize the woman from the store, watching her sit in one of the chairs that has just been emptied in front of the bar. She doesn't notice you, but you notice her exposed legs, mentally scolding yourself for doing so.

As you take another sip of your drink, your tongue getting used to the sugary sweetness, a man approaches the stranger in front of you. From this proximity, you can hear the conversation, or rather the small harassment that he was doing.

Rolling your eyes at the stranger's clearly offensive attempt to approach the other woman, you force yourself to get up and walk over to them.

Well, Nat always said that you were a person with a natural talent for theater and you wish she were here now to see the little scene you caused.

Pretending to trip over the sunshade support, you made a sudden movement and knocked your entire drink against the man's collarbone, who let out an exclamation of anger and surprise as he stood up.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" You asked in a falsely guilty tone, forcing an expression of shock. Before he could say anything, you were already grabbing one of the towels left on the little tables beside the chairs and throwing it harder than necessary against the man's face. "Here, honey, clean yourself up."

The man blinked in surprise, and glared angrily at you for a second before muttering "whatever" and turning to leave. When he was already a safe distance away, you turned your face to look at the seated woman.

"Sorry about your book." You speak as you notice that the spilled drink has dripped a little on the pages. "But if you ask me, the ending sucks."

"Thanks, I guess." The woman mumbles not keeping her gaze on you. "I didn't need you to help me, by the way." She adds and you roll your eyes, realizing that the chair next to her got empty after your little commotion. When you sit down, she raises her gaze to you in disbelief.

"Who said I was helping you?" You retort. "I love throwing expensive drinks at strangers."

Your joke elicits a nasal chuckle from the woman, who softens her posture.

"If you want to lose money, I suggest donating rather than wasting it." She teases back and you bite back a smile, shaking your head slightly. When she opens the book again and leans her back against the chair, clearly deciding to ignore your presence, you copy the position, but stand with your arms folded across your chest and close your eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun against your skin.

You are tired from the trip, and eventually fall asleep. When you open your eyes again, the woman is no longer there.

//-//

Since you have napped until the afternoon, there is no chance you will sleep early. You try to distract yourself with television, but most of the programs are pay-per-view and you have probably already exceeded all the limits that a Shield salary can afford, so you decide to spend some time on the activities included in your weekend bundle.

After putting on a shirt to join the lobby, you take the elevator down and step out into the outdoor area, not surprised to find the place as busy as before. The difference is perhaps the lack of children because of the time of day.

You walk toward the bar and roll your eyes slightly when you notice the same man as before being loud and boisterous along with a small group partying near the place. But you ignore them as you sit down on the first stool you find.

"Well, if it isn't my knight in white armor." A female voice comments wryly beside you, surprising you mildly. You look at the woman with a raised eyebrow, but she is looking straight ahead.

"So you expect me to call you a princess? We don't even know each other." You retort in the same tone, and watch the woman bite back a smile, rolling her eyes slightly.

You stand in silence while you order a drink, this time smiling in the same way that the bartender smiles at you. While you wait, you can' t help but look over to the side.

"You know, I think I might need to get your name." You begin in a tone of false seriousness, not knowing why you want to pull conversation with the stranger, but doing it anyway. "Since I need to know who to sue for attempted hit-and-run."

The woman laughs lightly, and as she sets her drinking glass back down on the counter, she turns her body toward you, without getting up.

"The smart thing then wouldn't be to say my name, don't you think?" She retorts with amusement in her voice. "That way I avoid a lawsuit."

You smile in a corner, shaking your head slightly. You lean your arm on the counter, and it takes a moment for her to speak again.

"I'm Leigh."

"No last name so I can't find your ID, right?" You tease and she smiles, licking her lips for a moment. "Well, I won't tell you mine either then." You comment before telling her only your first name, and she laughs lightly. "May I at least know your profession? Or, I don't know, where you're from? I need that information to track you down."

You joke, and Leigh makes a thoughtful expression for a moment.

"I'm from everywhere actually." She says mysteriously. "Because I'm an international jewel thief."

You smile at the mixed tone of seriousness and playfulness in her speech, respecting her right not to want to tell you the truth, and acknowledging the identity she chooses to assume.

"Oh, really?" You ask joining in the joke. "And let me guess, your disguise happens to be as a fashion stylist, right? And you have a red motorcycle and deadly poison hidden in your lipstick?"

Leigh holds back her laughter, nodding.

"I can't confirm any of that information, actually." She says. "After all, a little incident happened and I wasn't able to finish the story."

You laugh at the teasing, taking a sip of your drink. Before the moment of silence lasts any longer, you ask if you can approach. When Leigh consents, you take the seat next to her.

"And what do you do?" she asks as soon as you sit down. You clear your throat lightly.

"I'm a secret agent, actually." You tell her and from the woman's expression, she still believes you are joking. You do not correct yourself however. "Lasers and villains, the whole story."

Leigh smiles, murmuring in understanding.

"And what is a secret agent doing in Palm Springs?" She asks next and you assume a dramatically thoughtful expression.

"I got a hint actually." You reply. "A jewel thief, fugitive from the government. I'm trying to gather information to effect her arrest."

Leigh fakes an expression of horror making you laugh.

"If I see anything suspicious, I'll give you a heads up." She jokes and you smile, enjoying the whole thing. Before you can add anything else, the small group next to the bar let out loud laughter and they attract your and Leigh's attention.

You frown slightly when you witness the guy from earlier whistling at one of the hotel staff, the people with him finding his little scene of harassment funny.

"I guess a drink in the face isn't enough for some idiots." You comment and Leigh sighs mildly. She looks at you at the same moment you look at her.

"Maybe more drinks will be enough."

That's how you end up doing a little mischief that involves distracting the stranger with comments about his muscles while Leigh approaches and manages to get the man's card. When you walk away, after she hands the bartender the hotel ID after ordering a round for everyone at the bar on the stranger's behalf, you were laughing.

"I'm beginning to believe your thief story." You amused comment as soon as you and Leigh reach the trail out of the bar area. She just smiles at your words. You clear your throat next. "I guess I need to show off my secret agent skills then."

Leigh looks at you curiously, but you just smile as you nod in the direction of the gardens.

You walk for a few minutes in silence, and you remember everything you have observed since you arrived at the hotel, and are able to find the small opening in the fence that you saw some staff members pass through in the afternoon.

"Please, milady." You joke as you make room for Leigh to cross the path first, and she rolls her eyes with amusement before doing so.

You end up in some kind of unfinished private garden, but one that is still very pretty.

Perhaps it is an area under construction for some kind of party, as it has a stage set up in the center and some folded chairs scattered about.

Your attention falls immediately to the piano that has also been set up high on the dark stage.

"How did you find this place?" Leigh asks as she looks around, and you walk past her to get on the stage, eliciting a giggle.

"Field study, of course." You reply with false seriousness. " A secret agent never goes anywhere without studying the whole place first."

Leigh murmurs in agreement, deciding to follow you to the stage. You take a seat on the piano bench while she remains standing in front of the organ.

"Do you have any requests?" You ask looking down at your fingers as she studies your face.

"Old Mac Donald had a Farm." She replies and you choke on a laugh.

"And I thought your taste in music was as good as your fashion sense." You tease causing her to raise an eyebrow.

"Is that your way of complimenting what I'm wearing?" She retorts but you just bite back a smile, moving your fingers across the keys.

You decide to play a melody that she may not recognize, but is exactly what you feel you should play.

When the first notes of " Spring - Ludovico Einaudi" echo in the room, Leigh looks at you in surprise, but you just smile.

It takes a moment for her to surround the piano, and to sit down next to you. You continue to play, enjoying the sound and concentrating not to misplay the notes.

When you make a particularly fast movement on the piano, Leigh looks at you impressed, but you just push your shoulder lightly against hers, smiling. Neither of you regains the distance from before, and you continue to play.

When you finish, you are silent for a moment.

"Where did you learn to do that?" She asks in her low, impressed tone as you both look down at your hands on the keys. You sigh slightly, moving your fingers away and placing your hands in your lap.

"I used to play when I was a kid." You reply. "Before I was a secret agent, of course."

Leigh smiles, biting her lips lightly. You look away from the movement, to her hands quickly.

"Let me show you." You whisper as you reach out your hand to hers. When she accepts, you position her fingers on the keys, and then fit your hand on top of hers. "You start like this."

The sound is far from perfect, and Leigh laughs every time she misses a note, so you don't really care.

You stay like this for a few minutes, until you can get her to complete five notes without making a mistake.

"See? You' re almost a pianist already." You comment with a smile, looking at her face. She mimics your movement, and you feel your heart skip a beat from the closeness.

You feel the tension build in the room, but before you can think of doing anything, a male voice is breaking the spell.

"Sorry, but this area is for employees only." Informs the young man from the hotel, seeming slightly embarrassed to interrupt. You and Leigh quickly walk away, standing up and muttering an apology in unison to the guy, who waits until you leave by the trail he guides.

When you reach the entrance to the social area again, the employee closes the gate, waving slightly. You and Leigh exchange amused smiles.

"So... what do you want to do now?" You ask the next moment, wanting to prolong the evening.

"I want to swim." She declares and you frown slightly, then shrug. You nod in the direction of the pools and you exchange a glance before starting to walk.

//-//

At the edge of the pool, you sigh slightly.

You exchange a look with Leigh, standing next to you, and then you laugh softly as you both begin to undress.

You can't resist the urge to look at her, especially since she jumps in first and you catch a glimpse of her body covered only by a bikini. Ignoring your uncompensated heartbeat, you jump into the water next.

It's a good thing the water was cold, because you are feeling your face and body heat up at the way Leigh looks at you.

Trying to lighten the mood, you swim around her, casually meeting her gaze again as she mimics the movement.

You laugh lightly when you realize that you are swimming in circles around each other, and decide to stop. Leigh swims in front of you a moment later.

"Hello, superspy." She greets you almost in a whisper waving her arms to continue on the surface in front of you.

"Hello, international thief." You speak back in the same tone, your gazes locked on each other.

You wonder if she would like you to break the distance, as her gaze has lowered to your lips for a few seconds. But before you can surrender to this urge, she takes a step back.

"I'm cold."

And then she swims away, and you wonder if you have taken the whole thing the wrong way.

Following her a little way back, you look for towels.

//-//

"Which floor are you on?" You ask as you reach the elevators, each with a towel around your body. You watch Leigh tighten her arms against herself slightly.

"Second." She replies half-heartedly, and you nod.

"Let's go together then."

She gets into the elevator first, and after she presses the button, you stand next to her, your back against the wall.

The tension is back the moment the doors close, but after the pool, you find it best not to take any action, not wishing to make Leigh uncomfortable.

You reach her floor a moment later, and when she doesn't leave, you hold your breath.

You risk a corner-of-your-eye glance at her, but she continues to stare straight ahead, sighing slightly.

Trying not to look like a complete mess, you wait for your floor to arrive.

//-//

The way down the hallway is silent, and despite your nervousness, you don't fumble to open your room.

Leigh enters first, and strides into the room as you close the door.

She stops in the center, her gaze scanning around for a moment before returning to you. You hold your breath, and then she lets the set of clothes in her hands fall to the floor.

You bite back a smile, mimicking the movement. Taking a deep breath, you do the same with your towel, and ignore the heat in your cheeks as Leigh's gaze descends to your body covered only by your underwear.

She removes the towel at your waist next, and you stare at her exposed legs for a moment before moving slowly toward her.

You smile shyly as you stop in front of her, and it takes a second for you to slowly lift your fingers to touch her, tracing the outline of her arm and watching her skin shiver.

"Everything okay?" You ask softly raising your gaze from where your fingers were touching to her eyes. Leigh sighs, shaking her head in agreement. You give her a short smile, placing your hand on her cheek, and watching her lean into the touch slightly. "Use your words." You ask in a whisper, your other hand repeating the motion of your fingers from before, even more slowly.

"Y-yes." She confirms half breathlessly. "And you?"

"Yes." You say, your hand reaching for the strap of her bikini. "I'm going to kiss you now, Leigh."

She nods in understanding, sighing heavily. You didn't correctly calculate how attracted you were to her, because the moment your lips touched, you felt your head spin and it was hard not to push her against the bed immediately.

You both sigh against the kiss, and you slide your tongue into her mouth next, your hand on her face running down to her neck, deepening the kiss even more.

Leigh seems hesitant to touch you for the first second, but then she gasps against your tongue, and brings her hands to your shoulders, bringing one of them up to the back of your neck and scratching the skin, making you sigh.

With the hand that was on the bikini strap, you use your fingers to pull the strap down, and with the other hand you repeat the movement on the other side. When the bikini falls to the floor, your hands go down to her waist, and you pull her toward you.

Leigh gasps at the contact of your breasts bumping together, breaking the kiss with a wet sigh, and you take the opportunity to move your mouth down her collarbone, enjoying the sounds you manage to get out of her whenever you bite her sensitive skin softly.

You lean against her to lower your kisses to her breasts, and when your mouth finds the hardened nipple, she arches her back, closing her eyes as her fingers force your head forward against her breast.

"Oh." She moans as she feels you suck on her nipple, your other hand moving up to give her other breast due attention, your fingers playing with the tip. " Oh, fuck, that feels good."

You smile against her skin, feeling your core tighten with the sounds you are tearing out of her.

When your hand on her waist moves down to her ass, squeezing the flesh and pressing Leigh's hips against yours as your mouth continues on her breast, she moans loudly as she throws her head back, shuddering against you.

It's enough to make you lose control. You need to know how she tastes.

Gasping, you move your kisses down again, and Leigh holds her breath as you get down on your knees.

You kiss her thighs first, while your hands pull down the fabric of her panties.

When the fabric falls away completely, you swallow dry, your gaze glazed on the exposed intimacy of the woman in front of you, your mouth salivating to taste her.

"I-I'm gonna fall." She comments shyly, and you notice how her knees are already shaky. You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to stand up.

You take Leigh by the hand to your bed, and she stands there, making you smile. You move forward against her mouth again, and she sighs, almost losing her balance from the intensity.

"Lie down." You ask between one kiss and another, making her moan softly. "Spread your legs for me."

Leigh gasps against your lips as you slip your fingers through her folds for a moment, before pulling away until she obeys. You bite your lips as you watch her lie down.

Before you join her, you remove the rest of your clothes. Leigh's cheeks redden, but you give her no time to register this, climbing onto the bed with your knee between her legs and kissing her again.

As she begins to squirm beneath you for more friction, you move your kisses down her body.

She closes her eyes when your mouth is at the level of her belly, breathing hard.

When your tongue touches her pussy, you both moan loudly. You are amazed at how wet and hot she feels, the taste filling all your senses. And Leigh bites her lips to stop herself from moaning out in pleasure when your tongue begins to move against her clit, sucking and licking her devotedly and making her whimper.

"F-fuck." She moans breathlessly, her hips thrusting into your mouth. "Yeah...right there... don't stop..."

You lift your hands to her thighs, holding her open. Your own intimacy pulsing from the way Leigh is surrendered to you and the sounds she gives you.

Keeping the strokes of your tongue as deep as you can and being sure to press your clitoris in return, you feel her pussy tighten and Leigh's body begins to quiver in spasms.

"I-I'm... close... fuck..." she begins to whimper disconnected words, long moans escaping her throat. It takes only two more strokes for her to come on your tongue, her moan loud enough to be heard in the next room, but neither of you care.

You drink all of her cum, enjoying the taste and feeling on edge, without even having been touched yet.

Moving up your kisses again, you deposit slow kisses against Leigh's skin, waiting for her to recover from her own orgasm.

When you reach her mouth, she kisses you back with the same intensity.

You just know you're not going to sleep early tonight.

//-//

When you wake up, your bed is empty. You are surprised by this, really.

The night was very good. Much better than any one-night stand you have ever had.

After getting dressed by finding your articles of clothing, you walk to the front desk.

It takes a few minutes to find Leigh, and you frown when you realize from the bag in her hands, the documents, and the car key that she is leaving.

"Wow, you weren't even going to leave a note." You tease as you catch up with her. She is startled by your sudden presence, but forces a smile.

"Look, I'm sorry..." she starts but you shake your head.

"No need." You interrupt by putting your hands in your pockets and shrugging. "It was just one night after all."

"Yes." She reaffirms what you say, staring at you. You hold her gaze, and a long minute later she sighs. "No, it wasn't."

You swallow dryly, watching her. She seems conflicted about something, her expression going from worried to guilty in a few seconds, and then she takes a deep breath and shakes her head before looking at you again.

"I can't." She says, and you sigh lightly. "I just... can't."

"It's okay." You decide to say, ignoring the way your stomach is flipping with nervousness or your heart is racing. "We are civilized adults, aren't we?"

Leigh smiles, and you watch her eyes water for a moment before she quickly hides her emotion. You feel the same way.

" This is a goodbye." Leigh says next, and you look away to the floor, nodding in understanding.

"Goodbye, Leigh. It was nice meeting you." You say as you look at her again, forcing a smile even though your eyes are watering.

She smiles, approaching to kiss your cheek close enough to your lips to make you shiver. She doesn't pull away immediately, raising her mouth to the height of your ear, she whispers "I left a note." and before you can understand what has been said to you, she is gone.

It is only at the end of the day, many hours after she has left, and you are already inside your car that you rummage in your pants pocket looking for the car key that you find the note.

It is a piece torn from the page of the book "Unmoored in milan", the paper stained with drink. In the corner, in cursive letters it is written. "to my favorite secret agent. Leigh Shaw, Los Angeles."

You smiled at the words, and as you were driving back to New York, you wondered how long it would take Natasha to find out Leigh's phone number.

//-//

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