#that i'm not personally mad at her when i fucking snap or complain or seem down
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i love* when chronic pain flares up SUPER fucking bad for no discernible reason, completely canceling all plans and hopes i had for the day
*fucking loathe w my entire existence
#ankles in braces rn#have taken a lot of aleve today#laid on heating pad#did not stretch but slightly massaged#that pain has gotten slightly better but now my whole body aches in various locations#this fucking sucks ass dude i'm TIRED#like i'm actually tired and also i'm tired of this bullshit#at least let it be a LITTLE predictable y'know?#lemme be like ah shit i brought this one on myself whoops#but today was just like ??? the fuck? WHY TODAY???#anyway i was going to wash and change all of my sheets#and also maybe get some work in and some gameplanning in#BUT FUCK ME I GUESS HUH!!!!#this is the most i've typed all day bc my hands and arms have been hurting so badly!#also if i have to be understanding of my mom's shitty moods i'm gonna need her to understand#that i'm not personally mad at her when i fucking snap or complain or seem down#I AM IN LITERAL CHRONIC PAIN PLEASE JUST LET ME BE FUCKING CRABBY
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This Coffee is Gonna be Good
02.26.2023
Genre: Comedy
Rating: Teen, for some minor language and a tiny bit of angst themed
Pairings: bucky x reader, nat x reader (platonic)
Warnings: it's waaay to cute for it to have come from my brain. No cheating, no nothing like that. Just fluff and a stupid lie. Also, the game "Among Us." If you don't know that game then what are you even doing? It's so much fun. Go play and piss people off. ;)
Summary: Bucky is a liar. You're tired of keeping up with it.
Bucky knows technology*. You know this, he knows this. Why does no one else know?
The question burns in your head as you stomp down the hallway to your room. It makes you mad how he's fooled everyone. It's even worse when you're forced to run an errand during work hours to give him a message. It doesn't matter if you work in the same building you live in - he should have the common decency to at least admit to having fundamental knowledge so people stop using you as his messenger.
You're his girlfriend, not a carrier pigeon!
You slam open your door. You're greeted by the sight of Bucky laughing his tight little ass off. His personal laptop in his lap, the best/worst game ever made called "Among Us" open on the screen. He has the audacity to look sheepish when he glances over at you.
"Hey, doll. Off work early?"
You look from him to the coffee table and see his dumb, prehistoric flip phone laying there.
"Explain to me how no one realizes you can use technology perfectly fine?" You snap at him as you close the door harder than needed.
He raises an eyebrow in question before looking down at the offending items.
"I just, you know - "
You cut him off before he could continue with his stupid reasoning. "Don't start with the shit, James Buchanan Barnes. I know what you do. I both saw and heard you agree with Steve when he said modern technology is so confusing."
He shoots in a quick "But it is!"
"You play Among Us! On your own laptop! You begged me to get for you under my own name but with all your stupid customizations. You can't bullshit a bullshitter, James Buchanan Barnes."
He opens his mouth again, but you point a finger at him. "No. There is no excuse. You have a laptop, a pc, a fucking smartphone, a smart car, and yet you have the audacity, the nerve, to complain texting is too hard for you?"
"My thumbs are too big and my arm -"
"No excuses! You have a stylus! The screen can pick up your fingers thanks to help from Suri! Who, by the way, you've also fooled. Ayo seems to be the only person, besides me, who knows your tech obsession.
"Like, how did you fool Tony? The stuff is mostly his tech! And Natasha? She sent me on this little errand because she's tired of garbled texts and you never messaging or calling her back."
His mouth opens and closes, then he shrugs. Bucky lets out a sigh through his nose. "I just hate the idea of people knowing everything. I hate social media. I only go on it to see you guys."
He pauses so he can close his laptop and set it on the coffee table.
"I love you so much. The thought of Hydra, or something else, fucking us over again gives me panic attacks. You know this, babe. You know why I ask for everything to be made a certain way.
"I mean, I can barely eat comfortably at new places or change my room around. I need security, even if that means using the flip phone you don't even know how to text from."
You glared at him as he smirked at that truth. Those phones sucked. The last time you used one was…decades ago. Your job was current technology, not archaic bricks.
"Fine. But, you need to get a hold of Nat."
He nodded. "I will."
You looked him up and down, then turned to leave.
"Don't I get a hug?"
"No. I'm working. You owe me a coffee for this."
You open the door. Natasha is leaning against the wall. She gives you her signature sly smile. You wink.
"I'll buy you two coffees for a hug. Three for a kiss? Look, I got the app up, let me know what you want…" Bucky's voice trails away when he walks out of his room after you. "Oh, shit."
"Barnes." Natasha crosses her arms, glaring at him.
"I expect a coffee on my desk in an hour. You know what I like." You smirk at your boyfriend as you speak. "It's in the app you love to use."
He looks over a highly angry Nat's shoulder at you. It reminds you of a lost puppy. You wave to him before you turn and leave, your steps a little lighter now as you hear your friend chew out the former Winter Soldier.
You can't wait for that coffee.
*I am under the belief that he knows how to use technology of nearly all types. Fight me. *
WHAT DOES GOOGLE SAY, BUCKET BARNIES BOI?? HUH?
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Oh my god! I know he was the traitor! I felt smart now. For now I call CC Robin because of his deceit and ways of preventing the hurt reminded me Robin Hood. So hello there, Robin. I felt always suspicious about you.
Oh my god.. Mika and Valerie's relationship is way more tragic than Ishimondo in a way.. Do they have feelings for eachother or just Mika have one sided crush on her? Because I think Mika seems bit.. lovesick.
And fuck I didnt expect her to be culprit in chapter 3 but chapter 3 is always the key part of the story to resolve other secrets, isnt it?
Bob killing Aiden made me ship them. I'm a mess for killer x victim ships!
And oh my fucking god? Mika's life was horrible and only thing who makes her sane taken away from her like that? This is.. cruel!
I adore it!
What happened to the amnesiac boy?
Honestly, thats up for debate since Val was all "I've never thought about romance before due to only living for my SHSL, but now that I've gonna die maybe I should kiss someone". I don't think she was interested in Tom much as a person, but that could change.
As for Mika, I don't think she's self aware enough to understand if she's feeling romantic feelings or platonic feelings or familial feelings. She just feels something positive, and goes "hmm. thats unusual." Her parents told her that Val would start looking down on her if she told the truth, while Val was insecure when she measured herself up against the "nothing bothers me and I do not fail" image Mika presents. Val asked Mika to be more open about his plans, but when Mika did that in Ch2 she was shocked and thought him heartless for having a hand in the death of his own dad.
I don't think he's a good character morally, but he turned out a lot better than his parents, and some of his "wtf" behavior makes slightly more sense. He doesn't get why they're complaining, since for him this is just a Tuesday. His mom treats human life like a puzzle, so he tries to too, but gets mad upset when its a person she knows. And, of course, she was never really in it for herself.
As for Bob x Aiden, Aiden totally told Mika to lay off Bob a couple of times, for shipping crumbs. And Aiden is the sort thats nice to everyone, (he wants to make friends) while Bob was a semi-harmless Cukolander until he snapped.
As for Mika, in Ch4 she does a Reverse Taka and puts on a pretty impressive mask of sanity and "nothing bothers me", as she does. This causes more people to target her (as is her plan >:)) Val told her to save everyone (well, she said to try to save everyone, but same thing) so she will.
The amnesiac is still quite attached to Celene, and trying to figure out what kind of life he lives. He hit it off with the male figure skater, due to them having similar personalities, and plan to learn skating when they escape. (the skaters are a mirror to Val and Mika, if they had slightly better communication. They learn to be less codependent, while Val and Mika just imploded, almost taking everyone down with them.) He had one of the lower murder idea counts in Ch3, which he shrugs off as not being affected by the motive. To an extent, he's a somewhat neutral party.
He becomes highly relevant in Ch4, actually! Alas, he dies.
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not a request just sharing bc i couldn't stop thinking of just "what if lucky called heis good boy" like how he calls her good girl sometimes but like.. i'm pretty sure he would break
This was supposed to be a mini-fic....but...uh....it'll likely be the first chapter of "Divergence" instead LMAO But hope you enjoy!
Good Boy
Karl Heisenberg x Reader, Explicit
CW: Masturbation, Accidental Voyeurism, Voyeurism, Happy Ending, Virgin!Karl Heisenberg
An AU happening during chapter 19 of "Heavy Metal Lover" but can be read without reading the main story.
"Unfh..."
That had been the first noise from Lucky besides the scratch of a pencil against paper that he had heard in about an hour.
Stuck in his office with her as he searched for a misplaced - not lost, just misplaced! - core schematic, Heisenberg tried to ignore the nagging thought of how domestic the space had become. Lucky never moved his things - something he was infinitely grateful for. He could recall too well his ever boiling frustration at having his room "cleaned" when living in the castle. The maids were well-meaning, but always adjusting. The room he had held would have felt more his own had he been able to move his own furniture around without the chambermaids fawning over him.
"No, no, young Lord Heisenberg! This is all wrong...off you go...go play...we will fix this mess."
Now on his own and in his element of chaos, he felt comforted, even if secretly so, that Lucky never seemed to complain.
Comforted...but cautious.
The day at the stronghold seemed stamped into his memory...right in the front for all to see. It remained a wonder Lucky didn't see it on his face.
The knowledge.
The horrible, horrible knowledge.
Love.
Staring at an old newspaper clip-out that he had saved with a picture of a modern car on its faded pages, he absently pushed the glasses back up his nose.
It tired him - the constant need to flip back and forth between acknowledging his feelings and thrusting them as far down as he could manage. Drowning them out with that beautiful sound of cinching machinery. Allowing them to seep into him with every laugh from her lips.
Heisenberg was starting to fall in love with the woman. The woman he had failed to kill - the lucky one to survive his maze. The woman his mother expected him to impregnate in order for Miranda's mad vessel to be born and to be killed all in the name of misery.
Misery otherwise known as Eva.
Slowly but certainly, Lucky was driving him insane. Reminding him of things he could never, ever have. Teasing him over and over for days on end.
Heisenberg remembered all too well his reason for entering the office. He had nearly sliced his own arm clean off his shoulder when he lost himself to his situation. To the possibility that, despite his body being so ill-suited for the task, Lucky could have his child. Would want his child. His thoughts, as they so often did, snapped back to the need for freedom - for the need for the arms to come loose from his latest corpse to transform them into one of his many soldiers.
But the more he thought of freedom, the more she sat in the background of his mind.
The more she sat there, the more his tired musings began to stitch together.
The more freedom and Lucky - the two dreams of his world - became intertwined.
He had been thinking of her - of Lucky - beside him the day that he won freedom from the village.
Won freedom...and her.
"You did it, Heis! You did it!"
Lucky would never know how dear it was to him...the fact that her emotions ran so freely with her very being. Beaming. She would do nothing less than beam at him. Her eyes would glow and crinkle at their tails as they did when she gave him her most genuine smiles.
"You did it. You're free. Our...our family is free."
"...family?"
She would grab his hand. Just one. He needed the other steady on her cheek.
Lucky would bring that hand clasped in her own to her belly.
"Our family..."
"Our...another...another Heisenberg?"
In his dreams, she shyly escaped his gaze to nod.
"You...you haven't been alone. Not with me. Not with the start of our family. But now...now, Heis..." Her eyes popped back up all soft and sincere. "Now you'll never be alone again. Not with our baby Heisenberg on the way..."
The only break from his reverie was the slice to one of his favorite stained t-shirts. Only the fact that it was Heisenberg's powers directing the saw had it falling to the floor instead of through his tensed skin.
Heisenberg could only stand in shocked silence. The arm that had been spared from the violence came to grab his shoulder. Though no injury had occurred, he felt stabbed all the same.
Family...and joy?
Lucky...with him?
Another Heisenberg...alive?
A thought washed over him like ice entering his veins.
A boy or a girl...would we have a boy or a girl first?
First.
As if Lucky wished to be objected to more of his perverted and preposterous daydreams.
When he left the room, the metal was still shaking.
"Gotta get that fucking schematic...keep forgetting it...keep going to the office and...fuck...keep talking to her. Gotta stop fucking talking to her. Schematic. Get the fucking schematic."
Lucky had been asleep in bed when he first entered. A rushing relief to his soul. But as the search for the schematic went from flipping through one file to frantically reshuffling the wayward stack the paper should have been in, he knew it was only a matter of time before she would appear.
"Oh...ah!" Lucky yawned all cute and squeaky. "Good morning, Heis."
"Morning," he said flatly. "You...you move any of these lately?"
"No," she said sleepily. "I don't touch those...way above my pay grade. What are you looking for?"
"Core schematic," he grumbled. "Not fucking here...where the hell did I put it?"
Though Lucky made a very pointless questioning noise, she said nothing as she sat down and began her daily transcriptions. Hell, he had been grateful. She showed concern because she was simply a good person beneath all of the trauma and the terror she had reigned on his self-image. But she didn't pry or attempt to enter his space afterward where she would clearly only be in the way.
But that was before her second moan filled the office.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked, never looking up from his stack of papers.
A frustrated sigh and a grumble came from the desk chair.
"Think I slept on my neck funny last night," she said. "Doesn't help that my posture is shit. Just making it impossible to find a good angle to work in."
Growing agitated at his fruitless search, Heisenberg whipped around to look at her. "Want some help?"
"Mmn?"
"Want a massage or something?" he offered. "A...ha! You'll find this funny. Supersized one up in the castle? Used to love to make me massage her neck when I was a kid. Fucking manual labor when I was barely old enough to write. Had maids to do it - an assload at that - and forced me to instead."
Raising an eyebrow at him, Lucky frowned. "Was it...did she...did she hurt you? Like...if you didn't do it?"
"Ah nah," he said, taking careful steps over to Lucky. "Told you...when I was a kid, I was off limits. I whine about it now...but...well...I was a kid. Bitch loves kids. So I had to massage her back...but only part of this stupid salon thing we used to do together. It was nothing. Stupid. Just like her."
He did not know what to make of Lucky's face. Tilting her head, she steadied a look on him that could only be called curious.
"It's...it's a good memory? Of Alcina when you were small?"
Heisenberg scoffed.
"It's a memory," he said, standing behind Lucky with a wide stance and an even wider stare at her neck. "Not good or bad...just...there. Now...where's it hurt, kid?"
Raising a hand, Lucky placed her fingers on a section of her neck before swirling her touch.
"Ah...there...like just this one spot, but fanning out..."
"Okay...looks like your C7."
"My what now?"
Chuckling, Heisenberg moved her hand out of the way. "Your C7 vertebrae. Duck your chin down so I can get in here properly."
Doing as she was told, Lucky's head moved forward and Heisenberg placed his gloved hands against her neck. His thumbs encased the pained area and began to move in slow yet sturdy circles.
Lucky immediately began squirming.
"Can you maybe try without the gloves?" she asked. "Those are like...rough or something."
Casting off his gloves quickly, Heisenberg rolled his shoulders before trying again. "Wah, wah, wah...doing you a favor and you're out here complaining. That better, your highness?"
"Yes, actually," she said, relaxing. "And thank you. Asshole."
Puffing air out of his mouth, Heisenberg merely shook his head as he kneaded her skin.
"Mmn!"
Heisenberg tried to hide his stillness by immediately starting to massage her skin again.
But the noise could not be ignored.
"What was that?"
"Your hands...they're so warm. Fuck...feels good."
"Oh..." he said dumbly. Blinking down at her, he turned his head away as he kept his fingers in motion.
The fact that his cock had begun to waken in his pants was not lost on him.
"Are you using your electric powers? Is that why it feels so good?"
"Nah...really shouldn't do that on the living above the waist."
Above the waist...but below the waist...
"Ah," he continued, running his teeth over the scar on his lower lip. "Cause of the heart or whatever. Probably your brain too from this angle. Could fry both without meaning to. And I was working...earlier. Probably why they feel hot."
Lucky sighed as he continued to work her neck. His fingers were sweeping but slow. He had started off so intently and so rough. What had happened?
I felt her skin. Felt her beneath me. Felt her neck...for all she knows I could snap it right now and instead of being afraid she's welcoming me...she trusts me...trusts me enough to let me do this...
The next round of his fingers on her neck dipped into skin purposeful in their worship.
Her response was immediate.
"Oh...oh...good boy," she whispered.
To say he was lost for words was like calling water wet.
Though he kept his massage in a rhythmic round, his eyes were wide as they could possibly be behind his glasses. So wide that they hurt.
What the hell did she just do to me?
If he had to go off of physical injury, he would say she punched him in the stomach with all the force of a train running at full speed.
If he had to go off of an attack to his psyche, he would say she wormed her way into some long buried and forgotten wire that sent his entire brain into overdrive.
If he had to go off the erection now straining against his paints, he would say that he was royally fucked.
"You really are so good at this," she said, her voice still breathless. "Good boy...my good boy, Heis."
Heisenberg snatched his hands away as if Lucky were lava.
"Wait! No...what's wrong?" she asked, turning slightly to look at him.
If she looks down...if she sees...
"GOTTA TAKE A SHIT!" he exclaimed suddenly.
Lucky's mouth dropped open as she gaped at him.
Then she nodded with a laugh playing at her lips.
"Yeah. Go. Just come back and finish your massage."
Before he could finish blinking, he found himself storming down the hallway.
Well...intending to storm. His gait was impacted a bit by his dick standing at full mast and his hands hurriedly attempting to unbuckle the straps around his pants.
So FUCKING dumb. A shit? Really? he thought, visibly grimacing. It would have probably been less embarrassing to admit I was about to jack it to her calling me hers.
Hers...her good boy...good...I'm her good boy...hahaha...
What am I? A fucking dog?
...don't answer that.
Rushing into the break room, he considered the couch before catching sight of the bathroom. With a flick of one wrist as his other hand pulled his cock from his underwear and pants, Heisenberg slammed open the bathroom door.
He managed to slide his pants down his legs as he sat on the toilet and closed the door with the weakest of hand movements.
Finally free from judgment, Heisenberg hissed as he fumbled his glasses to the nearby counter and took himself into his hand.
"Good boy...her good boy...fuck...fuck yeah I am, baby..."
A groan and a grunt fell from his lips as he jerked his hand along his shaft.
All too often this act had been nothing but release from tension. An exploration so technical and so tedious as to be boring. But now with Lucky at his side and in his bed - however platonically she slept there - the images that plagued him seemed vibrantly real and tempting in their joyful teasing.
Imaginings - hopes and dreams and fantasies - that he could only cling onto in the moment.
The desk.
He would take her right on that same desk she was taking notes on.
"Oh, Karl," she would say, despite not knowing his first name. "Gonna be my good boy?"
"Yes," he said aloud, eyes closing and mind prickling with sights of her and waves of pleasure.
Lucky would be splayed on his desk - lying on her back and presenting herself to him as if she were a meal to be consumed instead of a darling treasure to worship.
"That's good...only good boys are allowed to fuck me. Isn't that what you want?"
"Yes...yes...god fucking damnit. YES." Huffing and hating the tremble in his thighs, Heisenberg bucked into his hand. "Yes...only me...wanna be your good boy. I'll be so good for you. Only you, Mein Schatz..."
A dirty laugh from her lips. The Lucky of his dreams becoming more and more defined as she palmed one breast and teased her clit with the fingers of her other hand.
"Mmm...know what you're saying you know...my treasure...that's so cute...been feeling the same way about you lately...thinking of you...dreaming of you...my good boy want to tell me what else he's been feeling? Mmn? Big boy wanna tell me before you put your cock inside of me?"
Lips loose along with his pleasure, Heisenberg found he could not build his voice to say the words aloud.
So he mouthed them instead. Mouthed them and stuttered in his quest for pleasure as his hand curled about his shaft at the "lah" tipping silently from his tongue.
"Oh, darling..." A smile. She'd smile. Genuine and sweet and sincere and all for him. "I love you too, Karl."
"Mmnnn....ah...fu-UCK!" With a panicked inhale, Heisenberg quickly pinched the head of his cock to prevent his end from coming too soon. "No, no, no...not yet...not yet...please..."
Though the pleasure was unlike anything he had previously experienced and his calves clenched in protest of a release delayed, his oncoming orgasm stalled and began to fade.
"Such a good boy," said Lucky, eyeing him in his fantasy like she would look at a drink of water on a hot day. "That's right. You don't come until I tell you to. Understand?"
A nod of his head.
"Good, good boy. My good boy. Good Karl. Come on...think it's time you got your treat...here...I'll help you..."
With her fingers moving to fully expose the inside of that wet and preciously pink pussy of hers, Lucky looked up at him with a lidded look.
Heisenberg had no experience with another person when it came to handling his physical pleasure. Hell, with any pleasure or positive feeling at all. Except maybe the triumph of victory over others, he had never had the chance to experience happiness - true happiness and trust and faith in another soul.
Until her.
And for her...for her he would indulge and give himself freely...if only locked away inside of his mind.
Inexperience taking a back seat to passion, he pictured himself guiding his cock into her waiting and welcoming body. Maybe he would steady himself with a hand on her hip or simply with a heated stare into her eyes.
He all but strangled his cock to try to mimic a feeling he had never known and had never thought to miss before her.
"Uh-huh," whined Lucky in his dreams. "Oh...you're so big...fill me up just right. So fucking thick..."
"Hah...ah...your good boy big enough for you?"
"Yes...oh yes...yes...so big...such a perfect dick...please...please Karl...Heis...please, baby, please...Heis?"
When he began to rut into his own hand with a purpose, he felt flames like that of standing directly beside the blaring crucible dancing across his cheeks. Though some of his daydream seemed vague and hard to read, he had enough to know that he could not delay the inevitable for much longer. Lucky - the real and actual Lucky - was still waiting for him back in the office. Waiting and none the wiser to his desperate need for her affection. It sickened him - the want for anything and everything to do with her.
Sickened him...and sent electric shocks of white pleasure down his spine.
"So fucking perfect...you're so fucking perfect for me, Lucky...oh..."
"Heis..."
"Huh...ah...already so close...so damn worked up...can't stand it...can't stand you looking like that..."
"Like what?"
Heaving and heatedly squirming where he sat, Heisenberg noticed for the first time that one of his boots jutted up and down on the floor beneath him. As if his entire body refused to be still.
"Most beautiful fucking thing I've ever seen," he bit out. "Please...please, Luck...I know it's soon...but please..."
A tilted head and a gentle grin. A pointer finger that danced around her clit and drew his eyes away only long enough for her to breathe out shallow and short. His eyes snapped back to hers immediately.
"Please what?"
"Please let me come...let me come inside you...wanna...wanna take you...claim you...don't want you with anyone else ever again."
Glinting eyes and lush eyelashes.
"You're gonna be all that to me, Heis? Well...in that case..."
Her lips finding his own. His very first kiss - albeit imaginary. Her lips soft but without taste. His own lips puckering even as they trembled from the need for more.
"In that case," she continued, taunting him in his ear. "Come, Heis. Be a good boy and come for me."
Hindsight would have him chastising himself for not thinking to grab some tissue. In the moment, however, he was too busy panting and watching his cum dot the floor in thick strips. Heisenberg growled...tried to hold on to the image of her with one eye still closed.
Reality settled in on him. Settled in even as his stomach quivered underneath his shirt and his orgasm began to relax into his bones. It was pleasant and his every nerve seemed to stand on edge. Tingles of pleasure radiated from his chest to his feet flat against the floor. Gulping in air, he knew he had never come so hard before in his life. It was good...great even.
But it was not her. It was not enough.
Clean up was a quick and tedious affair. Lucky could not know what he had done in her quarters. The tissues he found too late to wipe his seed from the floor were tossed and flushed away. He checked the room once and then again once his shades were back on his face.
Finishing the belt at the top of his pants, he cleared his throat before exiting.
The television in the break room still hummed though it sat completely dead in the meager light from the ceiling.
Shit...glad she wasn't in here. Never had anyone here to care about when I got down to business...no telling what my powers do with electronics...
The schematic. He had to find that damn schematic.
Trying to level his breathing as he stalked the hallway, Heisenberg considered the day before him. Lucky had not wished to attend a revitalization attempt with him yet. While he didn't intend to push her into seeing something that might scar her again, it might be worthwhile to have her eyes in the room at some point. She hadn't complained about the notes yet. Maybe he should offer? Make it sound like a small deal and let her in when it was near completion? Give her a taste before exposing her to more?
Fucking stupid...it's all so fucking stupid...what happened to me? If she were any assistant, I would just drag her ass there and have her record the whole thing. Fuck me with all this concerned shit.
But she's not just any assistant...
Entering the office, he stilled at the doorway when he saw Lucky facing him from her chair.
"Uh...hey," he said, licking his lips. "Sorry about that. Took...ah...let's just forget it."
"Actually," she began. "I need to be honest with you. Because of what happened before..."
Eyebrows shooting up, he stood in silence before she continued.
"Um...so...I was sitting here...sitting here and trying to rub my neck or whatever..."
"Yes?"
"Well...the radio came on and it freaked me out a little bit..." She paused, her fidgety look dropping to the floor. "But...the more I listened...the more I...recognized your voice."
"My...my voice?"
"Yes."
Heisenberg could not move. He shouldn't be looking at her, but he was afraid if he blinked that the tension would break and she would begin laughing or cursing or, worst of all, apologizing.
"Umm...it...I heard you. And I guess you were...I guess it was real time." A tent of her fingers and a swallow in her throat. "I heard your comment and responded and...I think...I think you could hear me too. Possibly? You seemed to...seemed to be replying to what I said directly."
Shame. Shame for a million years fell on his shoulders that had felt so light before.
"Where?" he managed to say. "Where did you come in? What comment did you respond to?"
How she looked at him, he had no idea. She was far braver than he could ever be. Heisenberg planned to face down Miranda without a single hesitation one day on that glorious battlefield where his freedom could be won.
But now? Faced with Lucky standing and walking toward him with the full weight of her eyes upon him?
He looked away.
"You said...you asked me if my good boy was big enough for me."
The purr in her voice. The sound of her steps growing closer. The burn in his throat.
"After that," she said. "I called your name...I...responded to you and you to me."
"That didn't...I..." He shook his head. "I...umm..."
"Can I hold your hand?"
Head shooting up, Heisenberg caught her heated look. The same heated look she had worn in his dreams.
He nodded. Nodded even though he barely registered it until she took his hand and steps to press herself flush against him.
When she spoke, it was hushed and low.
For him and him only.
"I'm going to go to the bathroom...freshen up. Since we know you can communicate from the radio to the television...I want you to tell me when it's okay to come back here. I'm giving you two options."
Heisenberg hung on her every word and looked at her as if she controlled his every movement.
"The first...you can leave. Can give me enough time to go there...find what you were looking for...then tell me you're off to do whatever. I won't mention this again. We won't mention it."
Silence fell between the two of you. A crackle of the radio to the side of the room.
"And the other option?" he asked, voice nearly breaking.
A shy look. A happy tilt of her lips.
"The other option...you can rest for a bit before I come back here and make whatever fantasy you were having come true."
A mouth drier than dry left his tongue feeling too large. Too large and too needed to swipe across his lips.
"You don't have to answer now-"
"The second one," he said. "Second one. Want that one. Screw the first one."
A bright and happy smile. A smile that crinkled the tail of her eyes and lit up her face.
She was beaming at him. Squeezing his hand before parting from him.
Not for long...not for damn long if he could help it.
"You give me the word then, good boy," she teased, walking out of the room.
Legs nearly buckling and sending him to the ground, Heisenberg took uneasy steps to his office chair before throwing himself on it. His entire body buzzed, though it seemed far less like electricity and far more like promise and hope. Not love on her end...not yet. But a maybe. Potential.
More.
Grinning stupidly and looking at the desk, he made quick work of clearing the area for the fun he planned on having from his daydream to come true.
As soon as he picked up the recorder Lucky used to transcribe his notes, Heisenberg saw it.
That damned schematic.
His last visit to this same room. A note on said schematic stating "DON'T FORGET" in large words. A note he carelessly put there before guiding Lucky to sit down to look at her transcriptions and laugh with her over the sixth stable boy in one week to die of drunken stupidity.
Quietly and contentedly, he opened the desk drawer to stuff the schematic inside.
"Mmn...don't think I'll need you for a while yet actually..." Eyeing the radio on the wall, Heisenberg tossed his glasses to the table and tried to slick and perfect the wiry hair about his head. "Oh, Lucky, honey...room is ready whenever you are...and so is your good boy."
#karl heisenberg x reader#karl heisenberg x you#heavy metal lover#divergence#good boy#asks#the alcina bit is carried over to hml#i can see her doing cute salon days with the kids#heisenberg complains about it now#but then?#highlight of his little emo life#smut
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The Princess of all Saiyans
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Hey Everyone! It's been a while. My life's been kind of hectic the past couple of months. Long story short: I Graduated from Highschool this year, so I was busy with everything having to do with that. Then my summer job sadly prevented me from writing as well. And then I started College, which was a big change for me. For now, there are no more chapters in my life opening or closing. Now I'm finally in a place where I feel comfortable continuing this book again. I could've honestly been writing during all of this chaos. But I wouldn't have been pleased with the quality of my writing. I'm really excited to get back into the swing of things. I don't think this chapter panned out the way I originally planned, but I'm still happy with it. As always, I hope you enjoy it. And if you have any comments or concerns, feel free to let me know. My inbox is always open!
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Chapter 11
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You've been walking for quite some time now, and the experience has been excruciating. You haven't been in this much pain since you and Raditz were on planet Telia, ten-something years ago. Those damn underlings were able to get a good sneak attack on you. Though you can't say, you let them get away scot-free. You made sure to make their entire dreadful race pay for that injury. You and Raditz had covered up that incident, much like you're doing with your current injury.
"So---" You can hear Goku talking to Krillin from just slightly left of you. "Did you guys find the senzu beans?" Wow, Kakarot may be the least subtle creature you've ever encountered.
"Ya." Krillin chuckles. "All four of us were in pretty rough shape." Goku glances at you with a worried look on his face. You glare at him as Raditz eyes the two of you skeptically. He knows something's off between the two of you. Maybe something serious did happen while you and his brother were trapped together.
A bit more time has passed, and you've been trying your best to keep up with the others. But it isn't as easy as you thought. You're now trailing behind the rest of them, with Raditz turning back to look at you every so often. The largest Saiyan slows down to catch up with your slower pace, now walking beside you.
He turns to you, whispering in a low tone. "Something's off." Raditz can no longer stay silent about his concerns. First, it was the strange vibes between you and Kakarot. And now it's your out-of-character demeanor making him uneasy.
"About what?"
"You. Typically you walk beside your brother, and when he doesn't let you, you make sure you're always only a few paces behind. But right now, you couldn't be more content to trail everyone. Plus, you're far too confident to not be in the very front." Raditz has been around far too long for your liking. Damn him. He knows you far too well, and you hate him for it.
You roll your eyes at him. "So this conclusion of yours is based on the way I'm walking? I'm tired. When I fought, Burter, that physically drained me. And then I got trapped in a ditch with your moronic brother, that mentally drained me. I'm exhausted, Raditz."
"It's not just the way you're walking. It's your mannerisms as well." He points at your side. "Your hand hasn't moved from your side from the moment I first saw you."
"God, Raditz." You scoff. "Stop overanalyzing everything."
"Getting defensive now? That's your M.O whenever you're hiding something." He looks back and forth between your face and your hand that has remained glued to your side. The gears in the older Saiyan's head slowly but surely turning. " Y/N, are you hurt?"
"No." You snap your eyes shut, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood in an attempt to suppress a wince of pain. "I'm fine."
He tilts his head at you. "Y/N, I know you claim otherwise, but I'm not stupid. I know you're in pain."
You chuckle softly in a self-pitying way. "Am I that easy to read?"
Raditz shakes his head, smiling to himself. "No, I've just known you for a long time now." He returns to his serious demeanor, his gaze returning to the area of your wound. "How bad is it?"
"I barely feel it at all. Though, climbing out of that ditch must have reopened the cut."
Raditz snickers. "You're a bad liar."
"That's strange. I've been told in the past that I'm quite good at lying."
A smirk spreads across Raditz's lips. "Well, you apparently aren't when I'm involved."
The larger Saiyan glances at the back of your brother's head. You respond with a glare, firmly pulling on a large chunk of his hair. You know what Raditz wants to do, and it's not happening. "Don't even think about it."
"I-I think we should tell him Y/N."
"No." You let go of his hair, tapping his chest with extreme force. "You're going to keep your big mouth shut. Vegeta will freak out. You know how irrational he gets."
Raditz decides to let you have your way--- for now. The man can't help but wonder why you're so stubborn, but then again, his nature isn't much different from yours.
With every minute that passes, your condition only seems to worsen. Your eyes even start to droop. "Y/N?" Raditz turns to you, his features beginning to fill with worry. He places one of his large hands on your forehead. You're burning up. "You have a fever. Your wound must be infected."
"No." You shake your head in disagreement, almost like a child. As your mental state becomes more and more delirious.
"Vegeta!" Raditz shouts, gaining your brother's attention.
"Fuck you, Raditz! You're such a blabbermouth!" You shout at the larger Saiyan in front of you.
"What's wrong this time? Is my sister trying to pull you into another one of her elaborate schemes?"
"Y/N's hurt--- bad." Vegeta's eyes widen, and not even a millisecond later, he rushes to your side. "She has a fever. I think her cut is infected."
"Where is it?" He crosses his arms at you, noticing your hand placed firmly on your side. He moves your hand out of the way with ease, lifting your armor. "How did this happen?"
"Burter nicked me during our fight. It's no big deal."
"No big deal? It's infected, you stupid woman!" He turns his attention to Kakarot. "Did you know about this?"
You snicker. "Oh ya, Vegeta. I get hurt, and the first person I run to tell is Kakarot." Vegeta's fists clench at your sarcastic remark, turning his fit of rage back at you.
"You know, in certain situations, you're more prone to infections. And a planet like Namek checks all of the boxes! You know you need to be more careful. Damn our mother and her faulty genetics!" Sadly that's a trait you had inherited from your mother. On most planets, you'd be fine, and injuring yourself would be no big deal. But Namek has specific conditions that result in you being more vulnerable.
"Raditz, pick her up." Raditz picks you up, giving you a piggyback ride. You wrap your arms around his neck, giving yourself better balance. Vegeta glances up at you. He looks even madder than usual. "With the condition, you're in, you will not be fighting. You will stay away from Jeice, and you won't even enter the same proximity as Ginyu. Do you understand me?"
"But--"
"No!" His voice booms, gaining the attention of every creature for miles. "I'm not kidding around. Do you understand me?"
You bite your lip, tilting your head downwards, avoiding your brother's gaze like the plague. "Yes, Vegeta." Vegeta returns to the front of the group, his mood sourer than ever.
As Raditz begins to walk, he starts talking to you again. "Are you mad at me?" You don't verbally respond. Instead, you claw into his shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh. "Fuck. I'll take that as a yes."
"You're a tattletale."
Raditz chuckles. "No wonder why Vegeta babies you. You'll thank me for this later, you stubborn woman. And I've kept your secrets before, handfuls of them, actually. Like what happened on planet Telia----" Raditz realized the grave mistake he had just made, mentioning that incident in the presence of the very being you worked so hard to hide it from.
You slap the older Saiyan upside the head as Vegeta turns backward, a scowl plastered on his face. "What happened on plant Telia?" It was a rhetorical question, mocking both you and Raditz. "Oh, the three of us will be discussing this in length later. Because it sounds to me like you both lied to me on that initial report." You and Raditz gulp, you've heard that tone from your brother millions of times now, and it has never once become any less terrifying.
"Oh, lighten up, Geta." You groan. "That was like, what? Around thirteen years ago?"
"The amount of time that has passed matters very little to me. As I said before, this is a discussion for later."
A few more hours have passed, which honestly feels like days at this point. And considering Namek's strange day cycle, it very well could've been. "How much farther?" Your question was clearly directed at Vegeta. And at this point, you're not even sure he has any idea where you're headed either.
"I don't know why you're the one complaining." Raditz huffs. "You're not the one doing all of the walking! And if you ask him that one more time, I'm going to drop you." Ok so maybe, that wasn't the first time you've asked that question today. Or the second, or third, you're very bored.
"Man Raditz." You roll your eyes, which are barely open at this point. "You sure complain--- a lot."
"You were just complaining." The long-haired Saiyan grumbles.
"No, I simply asked Vegeta a question. There's a difference Raditz. I know it's hard for your feeble mind to understand." When you're sick, you tend to act, oh what's the word? Bitcher than normal. And that's saying a lot.
Raditz clenches his jaw. "Vegeta. I need a break from your sister."
"That's how I felt ninety percent of the time I was stuck in a room with you, Nappa, and Cado. And you didn't see me running to wine to Frieza about it."
Before Raditz can retort, your brother interjects. "That's enough! From both of you!"
Krillin, Gohan, and Goku have identical bewildered expressions on their faces. Krillin turns to Vegeta, lowering his voice to a whisper. He doesn't want to be the next victim of your wrath. "Do they always fight like this?" The human finds this perplexing. Back on Earth, the pair seemed inseparable. They appeared to be the Saiyan equivalent of what on Earth would be considered best friends.
Vegeta lets out an exaggerated sigh. "Yes, but typically it's more playful in nature. When my sister is sick, she becomes even brattier than usual."
Vegeta's warning to both of you seems to have fallen on dead ears. Because your quarrel has not ceased, in fact, it has only elevated. "I will drop you, you royal brat!"
"I dare you to you second-class runt. I could still kick your ass even in my delirious state. I wouldn't even have to try very hard."
"I'm considering----"
Before Raditz can even get three words out, your bickering is once again interrupted, and not by the person you may think. "Enough!" Gohan shouts. You honestly forgot the others were here for a moment."If you two keep fighting like this, you're going to get all of us killed!" You and Raditz stare at the boy in shock. It's been a long time since the two of you have been yelled at by a child. The last time being when you were children yourselves. Vegeta hasn't changed much since childhood. He's been bossing you around and shouting at you since you were children, but I'm sure that's not very surprising.
"Ya, and I can take Y/N---- if you need a break." Goku rubs the back of his neck, chuckling sheepishly. "Not that I want to hold Y/N or anything."
"No." You rapidly shake your head. "Raditz, I'm sorry. I'll be good now--- I promise."
A wicked grin spreads across Raditz's lips right before he grabs your hands with his larger ones. He loosens your grip around his neck, moving your body with ease, scooping you up into his arms. Every step Raditz takes toward Goku seems even more antagonizing slower than the last. Until he's standing directly in front of his younger brother. He elevates his arms slightly, dropping you right in front of an unsuspecting Goku.
Lucky for you, Goku has sharp reflexes. That allows the Saiyan to catch you easily. Raditz look's his brother dead in the eyes, his typical arrogant grin still on his lips. "She's your problem now, Kakarot." Raditz gazes downward to look at you. "Stop pouting. Maybe next time, you'll be nicer to good old Raditz."
A low growl echoes in the back of your throat as you glare daggers at the Saiyan standing before you. "Ya, or maybe next time, I'll rip out your tail and strangle you with it!" The only thing that's stopping you from lunging at Raditz is Goku's firm grip holding you in place.
Rather than arguing that the entire group has become accustomed to, the whole area has become dead silent. You're no longer pouting. Instead, you are glaring at the man who continues to carry you bridal style. You've never liked being held like this. It makes you feel weak like you have no control over your own body.
What makes you even more irritated, Is how Goku reacts to your death stare. He just grins at you. Does he just never get angry? What kind of Saiyan is he? It fills you with so much anger that someone as dopey as Kakarot has Saiyan blood flowing through his veins.
You clench your fists. You just wanna punch Kakarot so badly. He just has such a punchable face. If you could take away his cheery personality, he'd actually be quite attractive. Wait--- what the hell are you thinking? Kakarot is stupid and way too friendly for you to ever think of him in that way.
You move your fist up, finally giving in to your urges, attempting to punch the man holding you. Probably not your wisest moment, but your brain isn't functioning normally right now. Goku catches your hand with ease. His reflexes are unreal, or maybe this fever has you more sluggish than you believed. You'd prefer to think that it's the second option. He chuckles to himself. He's still not upset. What the hell is wrong with him? "Come on, Y/N. You gotta be quicker than that." He's challenging you. How Saiyan like of him. You seem to always be able to find specks of Saiyan nature in the cheerful man. And those are the aspects you actually like about him.
Your eyes begin to once again feel heavy as your eyes droop shut, just before you fall asleep in the arms of your enemy.
Twenty-Something Years Ago:
You're sitting on your bed, sitting crisscrossed, a book laying open on your lap. Since your father is currently off-planet, you can read all you want. You're enamored with your newest book. It's all about a topic referred to as diplomacy. It's fascinating and has many concepts that are entirely foreign to you, yet at the same time, some of these ideas are also familiar.
As you read, your door slams open, but you pay the interruption almost no attention, not even bothering to look up from your book. Honestly, the unwelcome intrusion has you more angered than anything else. "God, Vegeta." You roll your eyes. "Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" Something's not right. When Vegeta usually bursts into your room, he's automatically shouting at you.
Out of pure curiosity, you look up from your book. However, standing at your door, you don't find Vegeta. A boy with a very similar appearance but with a much smaller stature stands in your door frame. He's out of breath, desperately huffing for air. "Tarble?" You furrow your brows at your brother, launching off your bed to get closer to him. "What's wrong?" You have this sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. Your twin has never behaved in such a manner before.
"Captain--- Captain Ginyu is here." Tarble is shaking, his eyes watering slightly.
You scowl ever so slightly. "But Ginyu's not scheduled to be on planet Vegeta any time soon."
"It's--- It's a surprise visit. What do we do, Y/N?"
You contemplate for a moment before your features fill with alarm. "Tarble? Where's Vegeta?"
His lip quivers as he looks down at the floor. "He's with Captain Ginyu."
"Damn it." You mutter under your breath. Diplomacy is a skill you need right now. And Vegeta doesn't have a single quality that a diplomat possesses. Your elder brother is more likely to unnecessarily provoke the Captain, putting your entire race in hot water with the Frieza Force.
You rush over to your bedside table, rummaging through the drawer. Once you have your scouter in your hand, you run back over to your brother. "Stay in here, and use this to channel our father. Let him know what's going on." You push past your twin, about to leave, before Tarble's voice calls out to you.
"Wait, Y/N!" You turn back to look at him. "Where are you going?"
"I have to go stop our older brother from doing something stupid. Everything will be fine, I promise. Just calm down and do as I said." And with that, you take off, praying that Vegeta hasn't already done something rash.
As you sprint down the halls of the palace, you run face-first into the torso of a large body. "Princess?"
You look up at the bald Saiyan, the one who's supposed to be at your brother's side at all times. Since the future king of planet Vegeta needs to be protected. "Nappa, Where is my brother?"
The imbecile scratches the back of his neck, contemplating much longer for your liking. "I'm not sure. I haven't seen the runt in quite some time. You should probably ask Vegeta."
You scowl at the Saiyan. "Not Tarble, you fool! I'm asking you where Vegeta is!"
"Oh, Why didn't you just say so?" It's taking every ounce of restraint you have in your body to not viciously attack Nappa. "He's just outside of the palace."
You run through Nappa, intentionally knocking the large Saiayn onto the floor. His stupidity lost you precious time. It was quite an amusing sight, though. A mere child, being able to take down one of your father's best warriors.
You arrive outside of the palace, your eyes landing on your target. This is the first time you've ever seen Captain Ginyu. Sure, you've heard stories of the purple man. And much like your people, Ginyu is just as bloodthirsty and just as ruthless. Much to your surprise, the Captain doesn't have an army behind him. This was just before the Ginyu Force had formed. All Ginyu was at this point in time was a captain of one of Frieza's many armies.
You walk over to them, now standing at your brother's side. "Captain Ginyu." You speak with your hands, an exaggerated smile appearing on your lips. "To what do we owe the honor?"
The man looks down at you, clearly analyzing you with his scouter. "Well, if this isn't a surprise. I think this is the first time I've had the pleasure of meeting you, Y/N." Ginyu extends his large hand out to you, causing Vegeta to feel a great deal of alarm. Your brother's body has gone tense with an apprehensive look on his face. But when your older brother looks over to you, there isn't even a glint of fear in your eyes. You're calm, almost as if one of Lord Frieza's deadliest warriors was not standing before you. You accept the Captain's hand, presenting him with a short but polite handshake. "Your father doesn't like showing you off much, does he?"
You chuckle softly. "My father likes to hold his cards close to his chest. I'm sure a man like yourself is quite similar." Sucking up to Ginyu is not your favorite pastime, but it needs to be done. And every Saiyan on this planet knows your big brother is far too prideful to do it himself.
Ginyu looks between you and Vegeta carefully. For someone so highly regarded by Frieza, he sure isn't subtle. He's trying to read your facial expressions. Unfortunately for him, your father has raised you both much better than that. A poker face to you feels more natural than a genuine expression. "Speaking of your father, where is he right now?"
"He's of---"
You quickly cut Vegeta off. "He's in a meeting. That's why our father sent me out. He wanted you to know he sends his regards, but his hands are tied at the moment. He will be here at soon as possible. I hope my brother and I can suffice your needs in the meantime."
Captain Ginyu eyes you skeptically, tilting his head at you ever so slightly. "That sounds serious. I hope it's nothing too pressing."
"Of course not. It's nothing my father can't handle."
You're about to continue your schmoozing, but you're stopped by Vegeta aggressively yanking on your arm. "We need to talk-- in private."
You grimace at your brother's words. He just always has to make everything that much more difficult for you. You turn back to Ginyu, offering the man a cheerful smile. "Will you excuse us for a moment? We'll be right back."
Vegeta drags you around a corner, concealing you both from Ginyu's prying eyes. "What do you think you're doing?" He huffs at you in a whisper. "I had everything under control."
You snicker, crossing your arms. "You were just about to tell Ginyu that our father was off-planet. It sounds to me like I got here just in time to prevent you from making a grave mistake."
"I don't see why that matters."
"And that's the issue, Vegeta. Now we don't have time for this. Let's go." You turn back around, walking back over to Ginyu, Vegeta trailing not far behind. "I'd like to apologize for my brother's rudeness, Captain Ginyu." You shake your head but with a slight smirk across your lips. "All Saiyan men are the same, and my brother is no exception. They're incredibly thickheaded and quite savage. I'm convinced they don't even realize what brutes they are." You watch your brother ball his hands up into fists from beside you. It fills you with an immense feeling of joy knowing you're getting under Vegeta's skin for once. You turn back to Ginyu, plastering that disingenuous grin on your face. "Now, how about we give you a tour of our wonderful planet?"
You and Vegeta have shown Ginyu around almost the entirety of your planet, and you must admit you're beginning to grow worried. Luckily you've managed to hold off any more questions about your father's whereabouts by charming him with various facts about planet Vegeta. But to be honest, you're not sure how much longer you can hold up this charade for. You've exhausted pretty much every idea that you've been able to come up with.
"Captain Ginyu!" Your father's brash voice invades your ears as you turn around to finally see the man you've been anxiously waiting for. You've never seen your father walk in such an urgent manner, and it's pretty funny watching your twin struggling to keep up with your father's pace.
Your father places himself between you and Vegeta, ruffling your hair affectionately. You look up at him. "How'd your meeting go?"
Your father meets your gaze, catching onto your deception almost immediately. "It went very well. Thank you both for keeping Captain Ginyu company in my absence, but I think I can handle it from here." He directs his attention back onto Captain Ginyu. "Now, how about we discuss you're abrupt arrival somewhere more private."
The two men exit your field of view, leaving the three of you alone. Tarble, in his typical fashion, glues himself to your side. "What the hell was that?" Vegeta spits out with venom. "Where was your pride? You were basically groveling at his feet."
You furrow your brows at him. "I was doing what needed to be done. And if you think our father isn't currently doing the same thing, you're a bigger fool than I thought."
"I know our father is being more agreeable with him, but not at the cost of his pride."
"It's always about pride with you." You step closer to Vegeta, closing the distance between you. "Your pride today would have cost the loss of countless lives today, Vegeta."
"Then so be it. If there are Saiayn's that inadequate on our planet, we should probably just exterminate them now. It'll save us the hassle later on."
You snicker, shaking your head at Vegeta. "Some King you'll be." You turn to your twin. "Let's go, Tarble. I have no desire to be near our foolish brother right now."
The conversation between Captain Ginyu and your father was brief. It was a very anticlimactic ending to the naked eye. The briefness of this encounter only set off more alarm bells in King Vegeta's head. It was clear to the man that Ginyu's excuse for being on his planet was bullshit. He's just not quite sure what the captain's intentions were, but he sure as hell is going to find out.
As soon as Ginyu left planet Vegeta, he promptly set course for his next destination. He's headed straight to Lord Frieza to report his findings, and he's eager to do so.
Ginyu arrives on the planet in record time, heading straight for the throne room. Ginyu kneels before Frieza, waiting for his boss to speak. "Captain Ginyu. You're sure back early. I trust you were able to gather enough information on the young prince."
Captain Ginyu nods enthusiastically. "Of course, Lord Frieza. The Price was exactly the same as the previous data we collected on him. He's powerful and quite intelligent for a Saiyan. Though, he did inherit that nasty temper from his father."
Frieza sighs. "How disappointing."
"But I did discover something that you may find interesting, Lord Frieza."
Frieza tilts his head at the man. He can't help but feel intrigued. "Go on." It's not that easy for him to find an advantage over those monkeys, so he'll take any information Ginyu can give him, no matter how minuscule.
"Y/N--- King Vegeta's daughter piqued my interest greatly. She's not even close to as strong as her brother, but she's remarkably clever. She's very good with words, she knows how to manipulate people. I'd say she might even be better than King Vegeta himself."
"Now, that is fascinating. Good work, Ginyu. I'll look into the Princess's abilities more in-depth later. You're excused."
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This is just something I felt the need to clarify: So in this chapter's flashback, Vegeta is around three, and Y/N and Tarble are about two. In my head, I picture children on planet Vegeta behaving like miniature adults. My idea is once they leave their chambers (the tanks they are raised in to get their basic Saiyan instincts under control), their minds are fully grown, but their physical growth is quite delayed. That's why they curse and stuff. I have a minuscule window of time to squash in all of my plot ideas. So this was the best way to do so.
#goku#goku x reader#saiyan reader#vegeta#vegeta's sister#DBZ Fanfiction#dbz x reader#dragon ball x reader#dragon ball z#the princess of all saiyans
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YOUR EYES TELL | JJK (07)
Summary: You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It's simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if...Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?
Alternatively:
"A future without you is a world without color."
Genre: soulmate au, e2l, slow burn, angst, fluff, roommate au
Pairing: Artist!Jungkook x Lawyer!Reader
Word Count: 3.4k
warnings: alcohol, kissing, handjob, bondage
SERIES: CHAPTER 6 | CHAPTER 8
"You need to drop Kim Seokjin's case!"
The loud scream of your soulmate echoed through the whole room.
The party was over.
Jeongguk was shaking in anger and you didn't understand why.
Two hours. He was quiet for two hours. He didn't speak to you, he didn't look at you—he just...simply didn't acknowledge your presence for straight two hours.
So why was he shouting now? Why was he asking you to drop your client's case the second he stepped inside your apartment?
You need to drop Kim Seokjin's case.
Jeongguk was repeating these words over and over again.
Or wasn't he?
You were drunk.
Too intoxicated to separate reality from your drunken world. Too intoxicated to know if he was repeating those words or if you just kept on playing it in your head.
You had all the reason to repeat it all in your head.
You had a reason to think why Jeongguk would continue to say it over and over again.
Jeongguk was acting strange at the party. You had never seen him so...lost.
He was just looking at one particular person like she was his way home—no. He was looking at her like she was his home.
He was looking at "Red!"
You called your assistant.
"There she is, Seokjin." You pointed at Red's direction as you looked at Seokjin who's standing beside you.
It appeared like Red didn't hear you. It's understandable. You were a few feet away from her. Your voice wasn't even loud when you tried calling her name. Besides, she was talking to a man.
You didn't notice that the man your assistant was talking to was Jeongguk. All you could see was his back, plus your attention was focused on Red.
She looked stunning. You couldn't see colors, but you knew her flowy dress was sparkling with glitters.
"Let's go?" Seokjin raised his brow at you.
You nodded and made your way to meet Red.
You hadn't had the chance to talk to her earlier because a lot of guests were trying to engage you in a conversation.
They were interested in you. Jay Park, a corporate lawyer, wanted so bad to recruit you. He even offered to triple your current salary. He said you just needed to work in his firm.
You politely declined his offer. You weren't in this party to look for another job. You were here to keep an eye on Seokjin.
This party was planned by you. The public needed to be convinced that Kim Seokjin was a good person.
He had to let the world know that he was a good father to Soobin.
"You need to bring Soobin to the party, Seokjin." This was what you told your client days before the party started. "Walk on the red carpet with him. Be gentle, always smile. Look at him as if he's your whole world."
Kim Seokjin nodded. It wasn't going to be hard. Actually, you didn't need to coach him to do this. Seokjin loved his son with all of his heart.
"Absolutely no drinking," your voice was full of authority when you added your second reminder.
The plan was to make it appear like he was sober.
Seokjin was. He had been sober for three years now.
"Seokjin..." You called. There was another reminder. This was the most crucial of all. You only told him this in the middle of the party.
He couldn't fuck this one up.
This involved Red.
This was why you and Seokjin were headed towards your assistant's direction.
"Red..." You called her name again; however, she still didn't answer.
It seemed like she had seen a ghost; her lips were shaking as she stared at the man in front of him.
You were just an arm length away from Red, so you decided to look at the face of the man who was making her feel afraid.
"Gukkie?" You squinted your eyes.
Jeongguk switched his gaze at you. He also looked like he had seen a ghost.
What was happening?
You opened your mouth to speak, but Seokjin beat you to it.
"Hi, sweetheart," greeted by your client as he carried Soobin in his arms.
"Appa!" The little boy embraced his father tightly, earning a laugh from Red.
"He ran away from me!" Red pouted her lips. It looked like she had finally snapped out of her daze.
"I just wanna play with you!" Soobin reasoned out.
Red simply laughed at the little boy's defense, caressing his cheeks. She could never get mad at Soobin.
Looking at the three of them made your heart melt. They looked like a family, which was the whole point of this party.
You gave Seokjin a thumbs up. He smiled at your approval, but his happiness instantly turned into discomfort when he felt a glare directed at him.
Jeongguk was grimacing at the birthday boy.
"Oh, right!" You turned to your soulmate, suddenly remembering that he was standing right beside you. You were too preoccupied with your role in this party that you completely forgot about him.
Well, the most important plan for tonight was to make Red and Seokjin look as if they were a happy couple.
Again, this wasn't going to be hard because: "Jeongguk, I want you to meet my client, Mr. Kim Seokjin." You paused for a second just to smile at your assistant. "And this is Red, Seokjin's soulmate."
Soulmate...
Red and Seokjin were soulmates.
They didn't need to pretend like they were in love since that's already the truth. Red could see colors vividly. Seokjin wasn't living a black and white world too.
It was final.
They were destined to be together.
It was funny because they met because of you. You had an important meeting with Seokjin with regard to his case, but for some reason you couldn't make it so you just sent Red to meet up with him on your behalf. This happened months ago, right now, the two of them were very much in love.
You knew Mrs. Kim was going to use the 'having an affair' issue against her husband, so the only solution you could think about was to gain the sympathy of the public and the jury.
This wasn't a case of infidelity. This was destiny.
The laws in the place you lived in weren't fair and it's because of the existence of soulmate. Everyone's fate was already written by the stars. Humans couldn't and shouldn't contravene the nature of the world.
Divorcing your spouse because you found you soulmate wasn't punishable by law. It was a valid reason; however, the case of the Kim couple was different since they had a child together.
It's complicated. Divorce trials didn't usually involve juries, but since the matter that should be settled in this case was child custody and separation of assets, the rules were different.
Seokjin still needed to be careful. If he didn't meet Red during the process of his divorce, he wouldn't have a 'valid' reason to breakup with Mrs. Kim. If, for example, he had an affair with someone who wasn't his soulmate, then of course, it was going to be ruled as infidelity.
As Seokjin's lawyer, you had to help him distort the truth. Since he didn't want to use ‘physical abuse’ as his reason to divorce his wife, you suggested that he used Red instead.
Seokjin simply had to lie. He should tell everyone that he wanted to be with his real soulmate. Red, on the other hand, had to make it look like he was capable of being a good step mother to Soobin. This was one of the factors the jury would consider when granting joint custody.
"And this is Jeon Jeongguk," you continued introducing the three of them with one another. "He's my soulmate!"
Your heart was pounding hard because of excitement. It was a pleasure introducing Jeongguk to people you cared about, but it seemed as though Red felt the opposite of what you were experiencing.
You couldn't see it, but her face totally turned pale when you mentioned that Jeongguk was your soulmate.
She couldn't believe it.
Why didn't you tell her? How long had it been since you met Jeongguk? Could you see colors? Could her ex-boyfriend see colors?
There were so many questions circling in her head.
She refused to voice them out.
"Excuse me. I need to go to the powder room..." Instead, she excused herself. She couldn't deal with any of this now.
Your smile faded when Red hastily walked away.
You were confused. You didn't want to assume, but it looked like Red wasn't too happy with the news you just shared.
Didn't she always say that she couldn't wait to meet your soulmate? You waited three months to tell this to Red since you wanted to see how she would react upon seeing your soulmate.
Your disappointment was abruptly replaced by worry when you realized that perhaps something's wrong with your assistant.
Was she having an upset stomach?
You turned to Seokjin to voice out your concern. Maybe you should follow Red. The thing was, before you could say anything, Jeongguk was already running away.
"Washroom." Your soulmate said, more like to himself. He didn't look at you. He just straight up ran after Red.
You were left alone with the host of the party.
"I'm glad you found your soulmate." Seokjin genuinely grinned.
You couldn't return the smile.
There was a weird feeling in your stomach. Your chest felt heavy and you didn't know why.
"Thanks, Seokjin." You replied even though you didn't mean it.
What was the use of meeting your soulmate if he wouldn't even talk to you?
You were aware that you could get very insistent. This was one of the many things Jeongguk hated about you.
You couldn't seem to stop—not even when he was uncomfortable.
"Jeongguk-ah!" You giggled as you emptied your nth glass of champagne. You honestly had no idea how much you had drunk.
"Where did you go? You suddenly left me alone!" You complained, lips protruding into a pout.
Jeongguk kept his lips tightly shut. He wouldn't look at you straight in the eyes, but you knew he was using his peripheral vision to see what you were up to.
Jeongguk was quick to wrap his arms around your waist when you're about to fall. No doubt, you were really intoxicated.
'Enough.' He said to himself, snatching the glass away from you. You had enough.
Apparently, you didn't share the same sentiment. You wanted more.
You wanted more alcohol as much as you wanted to know the truth from Jeongguk.
You kept on asking him where he went even though you knew he went to the bathroom to follow Red.
You knew because shortly after he left you with Seokjin, you also excused yourself from the latter so that you could follow Jeongguk.
You just couldn't ignore the annoying feeling in the pit of your stomach.
Unfortunately, you weren't able to follow your soulmate right away. The guests just wouldn't let you go.
You were a professional woman so you couldn't straightaway end the conversation.
"Thanks, Mrs. Choi!" You smiled at the businesswoman before finally making your way to the bathroom.
No one could stop you now. You just had to avoid eye contact with anyone.
You succeeded. None of the guests were able to pull you into their circle again, but then your little trip to the bathroom was stopped again.
This time, it was because of Jeongguk.
It turned out that you didn't need to go to the powder room anymore. You could already see your soulmate from where you were standing.
He was at the veranda of the hotel room.
He wasn't alone.
He was with Red.
You couldn't hear what they were talking about. You also couldn't risk getting closer to them. Eavesdropping was plain rude, but damn. You were dying of curiosity.
What were they talking about? Why did Jeongguk look so mad? Why was Red crying?
There was no answer to your questions.
Jeongguk wouldn't tell you anything. He didn't even mention that he met up with Red when he went back to your table.
This frustrated you so much that you ended up drinking. Pain. You had to get rid of the pain engulfing your heart.
Sadly, you couldn't—at least not when Jeongguk was being an ass once again.
"You need to drop Kim Seokjin's case!"
His words were loud inside your head again. Jeongguk wasn't repeating these words anymore, but his chest was still heaving up and down.
He was irritated, hurt, and helpless.
"And why should I drop his case?" Your voice was devoid of any emotion.
Jeongguk suddenly flinched. He was lashing out at you for straight ten minutes now. You never said anything. You were simply watching him complain about how he hated the fact that you were representing Seokjin in court and that he wanted you to drop it.
"Because!" He groaned, eyes widening when you took a step closer to him.
He wasn't expecting you to do anything. You reminded him of himself. Every time Red got mad at him, he would simply watch too. You were like that—you were always so willing to listen, always apologizing, always letting him off the hook.
What changed now? W-Why do you keep advancing towards him?
Jeongguk's back hit the wall.
"Because what?" You were cornering him.
Jeongguk could smell the mixture of your sweet scent and alcohol. You were too close, making his head spin.
You were the one drunk here, not him. But why couldn't he focus? All he could see was your tantalizing eyes.
Why were you so good with colors in spite of not being able to see it? Your eye makeup was painted to perfection—this was the only reason he could think as to why he couldn't seem to stop looking at you.
Yes. That's the reason. Nothing more, nothing less. He admired your talent. It's the artist in him that found you beautiful.
Of course Jeongguk found you beautiful. He wanted to tell you that when he first saw you wearing that sage dress, but as usual, he bit back the flattering remarks threatening to fall out of his mouth.
You ruined the chance even before he could speak it. Jeongguk was too flustered with the way you complimented him a while ago.
But he was given another chance. Jeongguk was certain that this was the only time he could relish your beauty. You were standing inches away from him, everything about you felt so raw.
"Because he's not a good person and you're following him like a puppy! You're his bitch!" But Jeongguk was stubborn.
He would never tell you how he felt. You still annoyed him. He wasn't dumb. He figured out your plan. He knew you were trying to paint a perfect Kim Seokjin. You wanted that little boy to fall into the hands of his drunken father.
Or so he thought.
Jeongguk knew nothing.
"You love to run that dirty mouth, don't you?" You smirked at him.
You had enough of his bullshit.
Jeongguk flinched again. You moved closer to him—totally invading his personal space.
He could feel your hot breath on the crook of his neck.
You slightly tilt your head upward, trailing feathery kisses on his jawline.
Jeongguk gasped when he felt your soft lips on his mouth. He didn't know what went over him, but he just found himself closing his eyes and responding to your kisses.
It felt good. You felt good. Jeongguk put his hand on the small of your back, pulling you closer to him.
Wrong move.
He let out a whiny groan when you pulled away from the kiss. Jeongguk tried to catch your lips, but you were already inching away from him.
"I don't recall telling you that you can touch me."
Jeongguk abruptly opened his eyes. He was caught up in the moment, cheeks turning red when he realized what just happened.
He kissed you! Well, you kissed him, but it didn't matter. All he could think about was the fact that he responded and he seemed to really, really enjoy it.
This was wrong. So wrong. You were drunk. He shouldn't take advantage of you.
It was easier said than done.
You were unstoppable. Jeongguk hadn't recovered from the kiss and you were already yanking his tie off, causing the first two button of his dress shirt to come off.
"Hands behind your back." You demanded, eyes turning dark.
Jeongguk avoided your gaze.
No. Never.
He would never do what you wanted.
"You sure you wanna play this game with me?" There's a hint of playfulness in your tone as you caressed the silk tie in your hands.
Jeongguk knew you weren't gonna tolerate his bratty ass anymore, so he reluctantly put his hand behind his back.
This earned a chuckle from you.
He made the right choice. Jeongguk was pleased when you showered him with sloppy kisses. He was caught up in the moment again that he didn't even notice when you reached out for his hands to wrap the tie around it.
Jeongguk's movement was restricted. He glared at you upon realizing what you had done.
"Hm?" You teased, cupping his bulge.
Jeongguk bit the inside of his cheek. It was a brief contact. He didn't understand why he was so affected.
He wanted you to do it again.
"You like it, Gukkie?" You asked innocently. Jeongguk wanted nothing but to wipe the smirk off your face.
You were so fucking annoying.
"Got something to say?" You were laughing because it was obvious that he was striving so hard to stop himself from moaning your name.
Maybe if he focused his attention on something else, he wouldn't go this crazy over your simple touch.
Right.
Jeongguk's eyes wandered around the living room. Tiles. Your marbled tiles looked so expensive. Walls. The walls were painted white. Tits. Your tits looked like a dream. Jeongguk wanted his hot mouth on your nipple—wait.
Jeongguk froze when he realized what was happening.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" You tittered, squeezing your tits together.
You were an evil person and Jeongguk couldn't take it anymore.
He moaned.
You chuckled again, clearly enjoying his desperation.
Jeongguk just didn't care anymore.
He moaned louder.
"Please," Jeongguk mewled. His big, round eyes were begging you to touch him.
"Please what? You gotta tell me what you want, Gukkie." You cooed, patting the wet patch forming in his pants.
Jeongguk whimpered. You barely touched him, yet he's already quivering against you.
"Just please," he gritted his teeth. You were playing dumb. How could you not know what he wanted?
"I'm waiting, baby..." You whispered, your fingers were gently massaging his dick over his pants.
Jeongguk's forehead hit your shoulders.
"Touch me. W-Wanna cum..."
"Attaboy..." You purred, kissing his wet lips and undoing his pants. You pulled down his underwear, freeing his fat cock.
You were drunk on alcohol, he was drunk on pleasure.
"Ah, Noona..." Jeongguk cried, he was enjoying your touch.
The torture continued. Your pace was slow, taking your sweet, sweet time spreading his precum on the tip of his cock.
"Wanna cum, gonna cum." Jeongguk was going crazy while you were squeezing your hand around the head of his cock.
You knew he was subtly asking your permission. It made you soft.
The game was over. You quickened your pace.
"Don't be shy. You are perfect. So, so pretty when you cum."
Jeongguk shuddered. Eyes sparkling because of your compliment. So he had a praise kink, huh?
"Cum for me, baby."
That was what he was waiting for. Jeongguk came fast and hard.
You couldn't help the smirk forming on your lips as you watched his cum in your fingers.
Jeongguk looked pretty. He was still drunk on pleasure. Your heart swelled in pride. You did this. You ruined him—just by using your hands.
"Red isn't your soulmate, Jeongguk." You suddenly said.
It's like Jeongguk was pulled back to reality. His head snapped, looking at you straight in the eyes.
The smile on your face was gone.
"It's me." Even your voice was impassive.
"And you have no other choice but to accept that..." This was the last thing you said to him before walking straight out of the door.
Jeongguk swallowed hard. The best thing to do was to follow you. This was something you two should talk about, but Jeongguk, being the brat that he was, just stood there.
He didn't know what to do—what to think.
Only one thing was clear.
You knew.
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Where It Leads (Rafe Cameron)
Summer III
Part 06: Round And Round
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summary: It seems like the stars have finally aligned to give Rafe Cameron and you a summer of blissful happiness.
a/n: This got a little longer than I expected but I'm not mad at it. I had to give them at least one summer of being cute together before the other shoe drops. The final part to this series will be out Thursday!
word count: 3.2k words (warning this gets decently smutty 18+)
The Island Club had a special glow to it as the sun sunk below the horizon and the thousands of fairy lights strung up around the yard flickered on. A breeze rippled through the warm summer air, making the perfect kind of weather. You took in the sight. The people mingling on the lawn, all dressed in their best clothing. Waiters dashing around, keeping everyone's drinks filled. Bits and pieces of conversations floated up into the night.
You'd finally settled on a long, black satin gown with a deep v-neck that’d you'd found hidden away on the sale rack. Your mother had fussed over how plain it was and how much skin it showed but you were sure it was the right dress from the moment you slipped it on. You'd agreed to let your mom twist your hair into a single braid that fell down your back and she’d stuck bobby-pins with tiny rhinestones in at random intervals. You had painted your lips a deep crimson red to pull it all together.
You were starting to understand the appeal of the whole thing. There was a certain feeling of glamour to the night. Your eyes roamed the lawn noticing Cleo and Milo snuggled close together on the dance floor, swaying to the soft music playing. That was new. Good for them. They looked happy together.
Most people were already here since your Nonna had insisted on being fashionably late.
The hair on the back of your neck stood up as you heard Rafe's voice from behind you. You turned around and the sight of him made your mind go blank. You'd let yourself picture how Rafe Cameron might look in a suit but the real deal was so much better.
Rafe cleared his throat snapping you back to reality. "You look nice," he said, the compliment bringing a smile to your face.
"You too, Cameron."
"Hey, come with me. I wanna talk to you." He reached down, taking your hand and you slipped your fingers between his, letting him lead you back inside. Almost every person you passed seem to know Rafe and smiled at him or stopped for a quick "hello."
He pulled open a heavy door and ushered you inside. It was the same bathroom where you'd meet Sarah for the first time while trying to escape boring lunch small talk. What were you doing here? Rafe leaned down, checking that all the stalls were in fact empty before turning the hatch on the door to lock it.
Rafe smiled at you widely. "Hi," he muttered as he brought his hand up to cup your face, running his thumb over your cheek.
The butterflies sprung up in your stomach almost immediately.
"Hi," you said back quietly, afraid of breaking the moment.
He walked you backward gently until you felt the cool wall against the exposed skin of your back.
His mouth was dangerously close to yours. His other hand landed on your thigh and he slowly slide it upwards. You weren't sure if you cursed buying a dress with such a high slit or were grateful for the easy access.
“Rafe, we can't do this again. Not here,” you warned but you were sure he could see right through your words. “We were both drunk last time.”
“And I’m completely sober now.” His hand inched closer to your core.
“Do you even remember it?”
“Do you really think I would have dragged you in here and have you pressed up against this wall if I didn’t? Yes, I remember it y/n. I remember the whole very clearly.”
Rafe dropped his voice to just above a whisper. He smoothed his thumb over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. “Tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t want this.” But you did want. You wanted it so badly it was killing you. Every bit of you turned to jelly under his touch and you wanted Rafe’s hands all over your body. You had zero interest in telling him to stop. His fingers ghosted over your underwear and you let out a whine without realizing it. “See, I’m barely even touching you and you’re already whining for me.”
Your forehead dropped to his shoulder as he moved your underwear aside, dipping his fingers into your folds.
“Ah, ah, ah. Look at me, baby.” Rafe said, pushing your head back upright before he moved his hand down to wrap his fingers around your throat. His eyes meet yours. This was a different side of Rafe. Rougher and wild but incredibly sexy.
Another moan caught in your throat as he pushed two fingers inside of you. “Fuck, Rafe.”
Your back arched off the wall and a loud moan tumbled off your lips as he hit the sweet spot inside of you. “Good girl,” Rafe praised. His words turning you on even more.
Rafe could tell you were nearing your climax and slide his fingers out suddenly.
“Fuck you, Cameron,” you spit.
He laughed. “Please, it couldn’t be more evident that you want to,” he replied, hiking your dress all the way up to your waist, pulling your lacy underwear down to the floor before undoing his belt and kicking his own pants off. Your fingers fumbled with the buttons of his dress shirt, desperately pulling it open to run your hands over his beautifully chiseled abdomen. 
His clothed dick, bulging out of his boxers, rubbed against your clit and your hips bucked up automatically, craving the friction.
Rafe ran his thumb over your bottom lip, slipping it into your mouth as it naturally fell open. “God, you look so fucking hot right now y/n. So so pretty.” He pushed your hips back against the wall, harshly. “But let’s remember, I’m in charge here.”
“Please, Rafe,” you begged. You knew he was going to keep teasing you, loving the way you squirmed under his words.
Rafe pushed his boxer down this knees freeing his hard cock before pulling a condom out of the jacket, unrolling it over his dick. He lined it up with your entrance, pushing into your slowly. The pace almost making you cry out.
“Jesus, Cameron. Fuck me already if you’re going to,” you hissed, annoyed with the ends he was pushing you to.
Rafe chuckled, his eyes locked with yours as he slammed his whole length into you. You bit down on your bottom lip trying to stay quiet.
Rafe reached down, hooking your leg around his waist so he could enter you at a new angle. Your arms wrapped around his shoulder, holding onto him for support. Your breath hitched as his thumb began to rub small circles on your clit.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," Rafe said, his own breathing uneven. "I needed to do this again."
His mouth attached to your neck, kissing and sucking and you were sure you would find a hickey there tomorrow morning. He rested his forehead on yours, your mouths an inch apart.
You could feel your release growing closer and closer. Rafe's own movements were getting sloppy and desperate. He closed the distance, landing his lips on yours, catching your moans as you came undone. He continued to kiss you, slipping his tongue into your mouth, finishing just seconds later.
Neither of you moved for a few moments, savoring the feeling of just holding each other. Your lips met again, the kiss was sweet and slower but still full of passion.
“That was a super productive conversation, Cameron,” you joked.
“I didn’t come here to have one.” He smirked, moving away from you to slip back on his pants. You walked over to the mirror to evaluate how disheveled Rafe’s impromptu due need to fuck had left you. Some piece of hair had sipped out of your braid but they framed your face nicely making it look almost intentional so you could definitely get away with it. Your red lipstick was noticeably gone. If your mom got suspicious, you’d have to blame it on not being able to find a straw. Though the stain on Rafe’s own lips might give you away.
Rafe came up from behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. You watched his movements in the mirror.
With a face like pretty it really was no surprise you found yourself in situations like this. Not that you were complaining. But Rafe had this pull on you that was truly indescribable but impossible to resist.
“Should we get back out there?” You asked. “People might start wondering where you went.”
“Let them,” Rafe replied, placing another kiss on your neck, just below the edge of your jaw. It was your favorite place to feel his lips on you. That spot in particular sent a shiver through your body whenever he kissed it.
“I’ll go first and you follow in five minutes.”
“We can just leave together,” he countered.
“Phoebe might see.”
Rafe hesitated, picking up on the double meaning of your words but wanting to avoid a fight over it. “Okay. You go first.”
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You let yourself get pulled into Rafe Cameron’s orbit for the remainder of the summer. You became a regular figure at the group’s parties, becoming especially fast friends with Riley as you spent more time together and bonded over the world that was high school theater. Milo had claimed you as his beer pong partner from the beginning and the two of you had managed to remain undefeated. The evenings usually ended in you and Rafe sneaking away to his house or yours, the culmination of sly glances and flirtatious winks you’d been teasing each other with the entire time. You left your window perpetually unlocked and learned how to dart across the Cameron’s front lawn without making the motion-sensor lights go off.
One summer night, near the middle of July, you were standing on Rafe's front porch having slipped out quietly when the light clicked on illuminated the yard, You froze, fearing you'd been caught by Rose or worse by Ward but instead, Sarah stepped out of the shadows, her eyes equally wide with fear of being caught.
"Shit, she cursed, half giggling. "I usually don't make that go off."
"Where have you been?" You asked her playfully.
"I meet a boy," she confessed.
Your features contorted into a smile seeing the happiness radiating off Sarah.
"Aw Sarah. I'm so happy for you. Just be safe, okay?" It was hard to believe but Sarah was now the same age you'd been when you and Rafe had first meet.
"Don't worry, y/n. Nothing's even happened. We just sit in his room, talking for hours," she paused, finally realizing the strangeness of you standing on her front porch in the early hours of the morning. "Oh my God. Wait? Are you and Rafe...? It’s about time."
You held out your hand to shush her. The look on your face giving away all your secrets.
"You're good for him," Sarah added. "You're good for each other."
The light clicked off again, the darkness of the night enveloping the two of you.
"That's my cue." You reached out, pulling Sarah in for a quick hug, placing a loving kiss in her blonde hair.
"Bye." She squeezed her arms tighter around your waist before letting go.
☼☼☼
You knocked on the door of Sawyer's pool house, the location the group had decided on for the night after a rather fierce argument in the group chat, one you had pointedly stayed our off. Rafe opened the door, smiling at your presence before stepping outside, pulling the door closed behind him.
He leaned down for a kiss. "Hi," he said.
"Hi," you replied, your lips meeting his.
His hand automatically reached for yours. "C'mon. I wanna do something fun tonight."
"But isn't everyone in there?" You pointed behind him.
"Yeah, but it's just gonna be the same boring thing. Sawyer's drunk already because he can't hold his alcohol for shit. Phoebe thinks we should hit up some touran's party. And Cleo and Milo are no-shows. So let’s go do something else."
You shrugged. You'd much rather have Rafe all to yourself anyway. "Okay, where are we going?"
“It’s a surprise.”
Ten minutes later and Rafe was pulling into the desert parking lot of his high school. “Welcome to the Kook Academy. That’s not it’s actual name but everyone on the island just calls it that since none of the pogues can afford to go here.”
The lofty walls of the private school loomed above you. It looked like a fucking castle that belonged in the rolling heels of Europe, definitely not in the middle of North Carolina.
“C’mon. You can see practically the entire island from the roof.”
“How the hell are we gonna get up there?” You asked.
“The lacrosse team pulled this sweet prank last season and I still have the keys to the roof. Plus, it’s summer. No one’s even here.”
“You’re gonna be the death of me, Rafe Cameron.”
He leaned across the middle console, sliding a hand being your neck and pulling your face close into his. “I promise it’ll be worth it,” he said before landing his lips on yours.
Soon you were climbing into his lips, straddling his hips. The roof-top adventure temporarily put on hold. You gripped his blonde locks as his hands worked their way under your shirt.
"I thought we were breaking into your high school?" You tesed.
"We are. Right now, I'm just trying to break into your bra," Rafe answered.
"Okay." You shoved his hand away. "On account of the fact that that was the worst comeback I've ever heard, let's go."
"I can't help it. Your tits were distracting me," he answered, trying to reach for them again.
You swatted his hand away "Rafe."
"Party pooper," he replied with a frown.
"You're such a drama queen." You leaned down for a quick kiss, tearing your lips away before he had the chance to pull you in deep.
Rafe hadn't lied. The view from the roof was breathtaking. You could see all the way to the end of the island from the top of the fourth-story building. The cars moving below were tiny dots, the people even smaller. You stood at the edge, your eyes fixed on the churning ocean stretching beyond the horizon. The whole thing felt eternal.
Rafe's eyes watched your own, the glint in them growing as you took in the sight.
"Holy shit, Rafe. This is amazing," you said, wrapping your arms tight around his neck, not looking away from the skyline.
"I thought you might think so."
The two of you stayed like that and watched the sun disappear below the horizon in a blaze of orange and pink glory before the dark night sky littered with brights stars replaced it.
The wind nipped at your skin, fiercer up here than on the ground. It made you snuggle into Rafe's side, stealing his body heat to stay warm.
"Ready to go back down?" Rafe asked.
"Not yet." You weren't prepared for this moment to end. You longed to stay in it, here, with him, for as long as you could.
"Okay," Rafe answered, pulling your back closer into his chest and wrapping his arms tighter around you to fight off the cold. "Okay," he repeated. He let a few more minutes pass before breaking the silence again.
“I bought you something.”
You turned to face him, eyebrows raised in surprise. Rafe had money, obvious, but you never knew him to be much of a gift-giver. Mostly, because he was hyperaware that the money belonged to Ward, not him. Rafe reached into his back pocket, producing a small black velvet box. You took it from his outstretched hands and opened it. Inside, lay a beautiful gold necklace with a single dainty star.
You look up at Rafe tears welling in your eyes from the romantic gesture. Your heart swelled. “Oh my God. I love it, Rafe.” I love you. You stopped yourself before those three little words, three words more explosive than dynamite, had the chance to slip out as well.
“Don’t cry, baby. It’s only a necklace. Want me to put it on you?”
You nodded, handing Rafe back the box. You lifted up your hair up with one hand and he carefully draped the necklace around your neck, fastening the clasp in the back.
Rafe smiled at the look of it hanging around your neck like a reminder that you always had him, that you would always have him.
“Thank you, babe. I seriously love it.” You took the necklace between your fingers peering down at it.
“Anything for my girl.” 
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Hours later, you were back in Rafe’s room, laying on top of him, your naked stomachs pressed together, your head resting on his chest, your legs intertwined beneath the comforter. Rafe ran his index finger lazily up and down your arm, goosebumps springing up in its wake. You lifted your head off his chest to look at him.
“I think we should maybe talk about what happened last summer," you started.
“Why?” He asked back.
“Uh, cause you told me to pick and I didn’t pick you. But then I get back to the Outer Banks and we sleep together within the first week.”
“But you’re not dating Evan anymore.”
“Right.”
“So what’s there to talk about. You’re free to fuck anybody you want. Preferably me, right now, again.” He eagerly moved you so that your already sensitive core, from the night's earlier activities, was straddling his thigh. You groaned at the contact, quickly shifting away as not to let him distract you from the conversation.
“What about Phoebe?” You asked.
“What about Phoebe?”
“Well, you took her to Midsummers.”
“Cause we’re friends and I knew it would make Ward happy.”
You paused. “But we’re friends.”
“Baby, trust me. Phoebe and I are not the same kind of friends me and you are.” His palm landed on your back, rubbing small comforting circles.
"Meaning you're not sleeping with her?" The words came as a question, though you’d meant it as a statement.
"Definitely not." Rafe paused. "It's just you."
This was the closest you'd come to having the 'What are we?' conversation. You had suspected the two of you had been exclusive for some time but it was refreshing to hear Rafe say it aloud.
"Yeah, it's just you for me too," you replied.
You started to move off Rafe's warm body. “Where are you going?” he asked.
“I gotta get home. My mom’s started going on these crazy 6 a.m morning runs and I’m afraid she’s gonna catch me sneaking it.” You leaned down to kiss him again. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Ward and I are leaving for those college visits tomorrow.”
Oh shit, you had forgotten about that. “And my flight back’s the week after that.” The implication of your words hung in the air. The summer was coming to a close and you couldn’t stop it.
“It’s okay y/n. We’ll call and text during the school year and next summer you’ll be back.”
“Right,” you agreed, trying to ignore the sinking feeling growing in your stomach. You had the summer-fling of your dreams with Rafe and here he was promising to stay in touch so why didn’t it feel good? Why didn't it feel right?
“I gotta go. Have a good trip.” You took Rafe's face in your hands hoping to kiss away the uneasy feeling. Rafe's hands wandered down to cup your butt, pulling you back on top of him.
“Rafe...” you trailed off as his tongue slipped into your mouth.
“Shhh,” he mumbled back.
You knew you should probably pull yourself away from him, staying would cut it too close with your mom but the way his hands roamed your body was making it hard to think about anything rationally. He rolled your hips against his already hard-again dick. Fuck, the things this boy did to you were dangerous. Besides, maybe this would distract you from that achy feeling you had about the future so you let yourself kiss Rafe back desirously.
But two weeks later, as the tires of your plane lifted off the runway, en route back to Oregan, that feeling hadn’t gone away in the slightest.
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Rumor - Na Jaemin
College!Jaemin x Reader
Genre: Fluff, a little smutty, Coffee, Shower stuff, Bad roommates, cliché as hell.
Word count: 2060
Hi everyone!! Believe it or not I've been wanting to post this ever since Hot Souce, and finally I'm doing it! Let me know what you guys think, and yes I'm currently in NCT Dream hell.
Anyways, hope you enjoy it!
Constructive criticism is always apprecciated!
Sorry for any spelling/grammar errors, english is not my first language.
Thanks for reading!
The photo is from his IG, the editing is mine.
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Working on Saturday mornings really did piss you off. First you had to wake up at 7am, walk for about 10 quarters, change into that stupid skirt and apron and deal with your not so happy boss. You held back the urge of rolling your eyes when said boss came to talk to you.
“Table 04 is full. Is the kids from your college I guess?”
You looked into Table 04 direction. Oh God.
“Can’t someone else go? I’m kind of busy with the dishes.”
It wasn’t a lie. You really were cleaning the dishes. Ok you were almost finishing but there were other employees who were free and could have already went to Table 04. Your boss gave you a bored look.
“They asked for you.”
Shit. Feeling anxious you finished the dishes, trying to take the longest time. It took quite probably only 03 minutes though. You dried your hands on a cloth and tried to control your nerves before leaving the kitchen and heading for Table 04.
“Welcome to Cactus Coffee. How can I help you today?”
You voice sounded anxious and meek, and you hated yourself for that. You looked to the floor not being able to look at him in the yes.
“Good morning, Y/N. You should really wear skirts more often.”
You looked at Donghyuck and gave him a sarcastic smile. You really hated these uniforms, and you had asked multiple times to wear pants instead of the skirt, but your boss wouldn’t let you, because “it was against the franchise rules”.
“Yeah, you should too Donghyuck. Ready to order?”
He laughed at you, clearly enjoying.
“I want a medium latte.”
“Cool. You guys?”
Slowly all the boys ordered. A milky green tea for Mark, a cinnamon cappuccino for Jisung, a vanilla cold brew for Renjun, a strawberry Frappuccino for Jeno and a flat white for Chenle. You were almost leaving, relieved that he hadn’t talk to you, when Na Jaemin, oh so softly, tugged at your skirt.
“I want a white mocha please.”
You felt all the boys’ eyes glue to your face, waiting for your reaction. Your cheeks started to warm up and your palms and armpits to get sweaty. Jesus Christ. You answered back.
“Cool. Please don’t touch the skirt.”
You left as fast as you could, hearing Chenle’s and Donghyuck’s laugh at your antics.
Is not like you had a major crush on Jaemin. Is not that you hated him, or that you two had an unresolved romance. It would be a lot easier if you two already had a romance to start with. The thing is, you two had someone in common. Your roommate who was hooking up with Jaemin.
She never really tried to have a friendship or just a nice convivence with you. Since you moved to her apartment, she basically only talks to you to ask about the bills, or to ask you for help in Math. You cared a lot about it in the beginning, having tried multiple times to show her that you were open to her, initiating talks, baking cakes and all. She never really seemed to give a shit, so you stopped trying.
Things got even weirder between you two, on Thursday, while you were having a shower, Jaemin, thinking you were your roommate walked in. And you two had a shower together. And your roommate arrived and basically saw Jaemin drying your hair in the living room. And then she accused you of being a whore and three minutes later the whole campus thought that you had fucked Na Jaemin on the shower.
“Shit.” You muttered when you realized that you had done Jisung’s order wrong, for the third time. Thinking about what happened and trying to make a coffee clearly didn’t match. One of your coworkers, Ami, who knew about the whole story, came, like an angel, to help you.
“Y/n, I got this. You can stay at the dishes today if you want?”
You nodded smiling. Ami was really great at reading people, and since the whole bath situation she was helping you every time Jaemin, or one of his friends, or even your roommate came to the coffee. You stared at the clock in the wall, there were only more 2 hours to go. You could handle that.
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When the clock hit 1 pm you were free. Staying at the dishes meant closing the coffee, so you took your time while checking the cashier, taking the trash, turning the lights off and making sure no one had puked in the bathroom. Slowly you took off your skirt, putting on some jeans and a sweatshirt. You sighed.
You didn’t want to go back to your dorm, to see your roommate who would so nicely, call you a bitch and leave. You two weren’t close before that, but this was even worse. You also didn’t want to stay at the park, since the last time it happened Jaemin appeared out of nowhere and you had to leave, simply because you didn’t know what to do.
Finally closing the door of the coffee you cursed at him.
“Fuck you Na Jaemin.”
Different of what your roommate thought, and what the whole campus thought, you and Jaemin did nothing but to actually share a shower. You kept thinking why in the world you didn’t kick him out when he got in. But he looked so soft and nice and he said you smelled like strawberries and washed your hair and you really couldn’t argue. It was a very nice shower.
“I’m sorry.”
You let out a small shriek when you heard his voice. Your brain was screaming “GO HOME” and that’s what you planned on doing. Except he tugged at your blouse, and you froze on place.
“I really should not have invaded your shower that day. And I should also have told your roommate that we didn’t do it, and the whole campus.”
It was true. The minute your roommate called you a whore, Jaemin stood up and left, leaving you alone with her screaming at you. You felt angry and ashamed.
“Yeah, you should have.”
Jaemin sighed.
“Can you please look at me? I’ve seen you naked already there nothing to be embarrassed of.”
That’s when you snap. You turn to him, anger filling your lungs and veins before you speak.
“I can’t look at you and there’s nothing to do with me being embarrassed or whatever. You literally went to my apartment every week to hookup with her, and then out of nowhere, for your fucking mistake of not asking who was in the shower, she hates me, to the point she told to fucking move out! Plus, the whole fucking college thinks I’ve slept with you and did that like a bad person, since you were sleeping with my roommate. I’m not embarrassed I’m fucking mad.”
Jaemin’s eyes widened after your sudden rant. The moment his mouth opened the talk back, started to rain. You didn’t move tho. He was complaining you didn’t look at him, well now you were. And now he was the one looking at his feet, embarrassed.
“I didn’t hook up with her every week. It was one time, and then in the morning you helped me to use the airfryer and, God, that’s literally the only reason I kept going back. I wanted to see you. I wanted to touch you. It was heaven to me every time you were around, and she wasn’t there to try to kiss me. I gave you all the possible hints, how the fuck can you be so oblivious?”
Now your eyes widened. You had notice that lots of times Jaemin would come before her. You two would watch some TV and eat nuggets. Sometimes he would flirt with you, or softly touch your knee, or play with your hair. But that was just the way he was to everyone, wasn’t? You looked at him, and now he was pissed. You looked at your shoes, rain starting to pour heavily now.
“Fuck, lets go to my place.”
“What? No. You go to your place, and I go to mine, goodbye.”
Jaemin grunted, pulling you closer to him.
“Your place is 10 blocks away, mine is 2. Stop being so fucking stubborn before you get hypothermia.”
You held back your words. He had a point.
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His place was quite neat. You took your soaked shoes and he gave you a pair of slippers to walk around. Jeno was in the living room. You blushed.
“Jeno, I’m going to shower. Y/N too.”
Jeno only nodded, too fixated on the videogame to even listen properly.
You followed Jemin into his room, and after you close the door you spat.
“Im not going to shower with you again Na Jaemin. Don’t even think…”
He kissed you. His warm, soft lips were begging for your response, and after some moments you gave in. He sighed relieved while his hands descended to your waist pulling you closer against him. God if he could merge your body with his he would.
You put your hands on his chest, trying to get some distance so you could think, process and perhaps talk, but Jaemin wasn’t interested in that, pushing you against the door, pressing his warm body against yours.
You couldn’t resist anymore, so you finally put your hands on his shoulders, softly bringing them to his neck, then tugging at his hair. Jaemin moaned, pleased.
“Shower.”
You said softly, when his lips left yours. He nodded, hugging you and walking sloppily to the bathroom. His bathroom smelled like fennel soap, which you weren’t expecting. Jaemin slowed down, turning the shower on, and helping you get undressed. You felt your whole body getting hotter when his hands traced your spine.
“I’ve seen you like this before but is such a blessing that I can see it again.”
You had sure your legs had turned into slime at the very moment, but somehow you managed to keep yourself straight. Jaemin smiled at your flushed face and gestured towards the shower.
“Let me turn it on, it has a little secret to get warm water.”
You giggled. Jaemin turned on the shower and pulled you closer to him, below the hot water. His skin was a little cold, and in a bold moment, you decided to hug his back. You pressed yourself against his skin, feeling a little feverish. Jaemin felt goosebumps run through his body, and turned in your embrace, facing your glossy and now wet face.
Jaemin kissed you, softly and slowly, as if he were testing the waters. You put your hands on his neck, pulling him even closer, and he did the same, wrapping his arms on your waist. You started to feel dazed, the heat of the water and Jaemin working on you. His hands were everywhere, on your breasts, your waist, your back, your ass. Slowly, you started to do the same, touching him, gluing your lips to his neck, moaning his name.
You touched his member earning a low grunt in response. His hands went back to your ass, rubbing and squeezing it.
“Do you want to fuck me in the shower?”
Jaemin smiled, nodding eagerly. His hands, oh so slowly, made their way to your thighs, picking you up. You two were so close to actually doing it, then he slipped.
“Oh shit, shit.”
Jaemin dropped you, in a desperate attempt to not fall on his ass. You started laughing, and helped him to steady in place, admiring how adorable he looked frustrated, with his ears becoming hot red, and his face in a shy smile. He hugged you close, laughing with you.
“I think, we could just have a shower first.”
You agreed still smiling.
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“GODDAMN IT JAEMIN!!”
You felt Jaemin smiling before even looking at him. So, after you failed attempt of shower sex, you both had a slow hot shower. And the hot water kinda ran out. Jeno had finally discovered, which made him curse Jaemin.
“Should we do something about it?”
You asked turning on the bed to face him.
“Not really on my plans.”
“What is on your plans?”
Jaemin gave you the most satisfied look, his hands finding the way to the hem of your newly put on shirt.
“You.”
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Swapped
{ Part 3 }
Read ; {Part 1} , { Part 2}
Pairings : Katsuki Bakugou x Reader
Warnings : Cussing
Writing style : 3rd Person
Word Count 1843
3rd Person's POV
" I thought we were going out to patrol again" Uraraka muttered and a majority of the class nodded in agreement.
They were supposedly going to the agencies they were training under to do their daily rounds of patrol but a sudden shift of their schedule got all of them gathered in Ground Beta for another suprise Physical Test Exercise.
" You were supposed to but unfortunately; a Villain attack happened near the train station and it caused damage on the tracks. It won't be fixed until Tomorrow. Meaning you're all stuck here doing 'Kiddy stuff' " Aizawa replied in his usual bored tone; hands buried inside his pockets as his shoulders sagged. The dark circle under his eyes were clear indication that he didn't get any sleep last night.
" Aww But sens--"
" Stop complaining. If you wanna be a Hero then you got to take it slow, Don't rush things. Plus... You don't see me complaining when I have to put up with all of you... " Aizawa Cut Sato off as he rubbed his temples " And dealing with all of you is not an easy job" He grumbled the last part and everyone picked up on his mood and just shut up.
" So... What exercise are we supposed to be doing today? " Momo questioned and everyone seemed to be interested in what their te aver had in store for them.
They were up for anything. As long as the penalty isn't an expulsion, the fear of their first day with their teacher still struck everyone with fear knowing how ruthless he could be.
" It's simple... Android Bots " Aizawa called out and from the entrance; loud stomping noises were heard, the stomping wasn't from just one but an army of Robots came marching out of ye entrance, stomping their metallic foot with in perfect harmony.
" Woah! "
Gasps of awe were heard from a few students as they stared at the bots with wonder.
" Let me guess... We're gonna be facing those junks here? " Y/n stated in a matter of fact. Katsuki who was right behind the female with arms wrapped around her waist and his chin resting on her shoulder just gave off a satisfied humm when y/n placed her hand ontop of Katsuki's own.
Aizawa who was too tired to give a sassy remark to his student's comment just nodded; and he won't even point out Bakugou's Clingyness seeing how the boy had reacted yesterday when he told him to minimize his Skinship with y/n. It didn't end well.
" This ain't cutting shit. Knowing you... There's a twist to this crappy test right? " Y/n countered and with a sigh Aizawa began to explain ;
" You're right Miss smarty pants. There's a twist. You guys will be judged individually, these bots can't do much damage but the bombs inside them are the ones you need to watch out for, if you destroy a Bot directly without dismantling the bombs first then... Of course you go Kaboom " Everyone flinched at Their Teacher's explanation especially with how nonchalantly he is as he did so.
" Ehhh!? B-but sensei... Isn't it a little bit too.... Cruel? " Mina interjected and aizawa shook his head.
" As a hero. You must always be prepared of every possible scenarios and surprises. Such as this, of course there are subtle indications whether a bot has a bomb or not.... So you gotta put your observational skills to good use and put that brain of yours to work. Spot the difference, dismantle the bomb and you're free to destroy it... Simple as that " Aizawa yawned as he waved off his student's shocked and terrified expression.
Everyone knew their team her isn't going to give them any more clues.
" He just wants to see us suffer.... " Jiro dead panned and everyone couldn't help but agree.
" You said we'll be graded individually.... So you're saying that we have to take out loud portions of those robots ourselves?" Y/n raised a brow when her sensei gave her a spine chilling smile.
" Yes, that's also part of the lesson. It's not everyday you'd get lucky to have another Hero to he paired with you... Sometimes you gotta work alone and most of the time The villain's you're gonna be facing won't be alone. So multi-tasking is the key... And since you're my 'favorite' student... You'll go first " Aizawa pointed at her lazily and she shot him a gentle smile.
A smile that seemed too gentle for this y/n to pull off. Something wasn't right with the way she smiled and everyone knew it.
" But... She might get hurt... I'll stay with her" Katsuki murmured tightening his hold around the girl.
" What? You think I can't handle myself? Get off me already loser. I need to release some stress and you're getting in the way. " Y/n without thinking much of how bad her words had affected Katsuki grinned as she pushed him off her roughly.
Katsuki tumbled back and he looked at her with a pained expression.
" Y-you think I'm a--"
" Get him outta here. He's fucking up my mood. " Y/n snapped as she jogged away from the group.
Katsuki who was fast to try and run up to her was pulled back by aizawa's scarf like fabric.
" Let her go Bakugou. "
" No! I Need Her! Y/n! " Bakugou whined and he had to be knocked out because he was starting to get aggressive.
"Everyone. To the Control room" Aizawa groaned and his students followed his command but go course they felt sorry for their classmate who was passed out cold.
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" Fucking Die! Hahahaha "
Everyone was silent as they stared at the screen; gawking at how monstrous their classmate could be. Was that even y/n? Because that screaming creature murdering those innocent robots while crushing them to pieces reducing them to junk was scarier than any villain they have ever seen.
" ..... Remind me to never piss y/n....ever" Kirishima gulped when 10 robots were sent flying off the ground with the girl wildly swinging a metal pole like a mad man continued her assault.
" S-she's doing a very accurate job at controlling that new quirk of hers though " Kaminari mumbled as he began thinking.
" But... That is not the opposite of her quirk... Unless.... Oh could it be? The quirk she has is a combined and mixture of mine and Bakugou's quirk ... I underestimated that villain's quirk " Kaminari began to mumble his thoughts out loud and it didn't go unnoticed.
" Well... What do we even call that quirk? "
Kaminari paused and gave a nod towards Uraraka " I suggest Electrical Combustion would fit the spunk" .
" She's doing a tad too good don't you think? "
" She's y/n. So it's no wonder "
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Y/n slammed both of her hands on the ground creating an electrical current as well as a loud eruption of explosion to ensue underground sending the both flying before being completely engulfed and destroyed by either the flying debris, the roasting electricity or the destructive explosion.
With fluid like movement she shot out explosive electric bombs out of her palm that violently detonated when it came in contact with the robots.
She didn't have to worry about the exploding bombs inside the boys because she herself was more explosive than all of those bombs combined.
Her movements were accurate, powerful and spontaneous but her eyes showed how calculated and focused she was if people would ignore that sadistic grin spread out on her face.
She was merciless and with one final punch of the ground that sent a combined jolt of electricity and explosion that caused a mass breakage the fight was over. With no bots left standing at all.
The area was crumbling with ruined buildings and flying rocks and debris mixed with chunks of broken metal.
" Ahh... That hit the fucking spot " She grinned stretching her limbs after her little 'workout'
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Everyone was speechless at the display of power of their classmate. She was far too ruthless and she looked more like a villain---no monster from the screen.
And if you squint really hard earlier the students could see how the bots were running away from her instead of actually attacking her.
Y/n gained both the respect and fear of everyone after that bit of course they admired her for her brilliant performance meaning they didn't have to do the test because she destroyed all the bots in a blink of an eye.
" That..... Was so Manly! " Kirishima cheered and his cheer was joined by everyone else.
" Man! Who knew she knows some pretty sweet moves like that! I should ask her to teach me a few of those moves! " Sero commented punching the air.
" Well if you ask me that was rather terrifying.... The continuous onslaught of those poor robots was enough to petrify me for eternity. Not to mention she left us with nothing at all! " Iida sighed as he pushed his glasses up.
" Jeez, loosen up. She did all of us a favor " Jiro replied placing her hand on the slightly disappointed Iida.
Izuku on the side was vigorously writing down on his notebook with such intensity it made everyone pause for a moment to look at him; no doubt about it. He was taking notes about y/n.
Everyone was happy and Aizawa looked more like a proud father than an angry teacher.
But the same couldn't be said for Katsuki. He was sulking in the corner. Eyes dull and fists balled.
The little demon called jealousy was beginning to creep up again. He remembered the other day about Y/n wanting to be partners with Deku or Half and Half. And now that everyone saw how amazing his Girlfriend is, it made him sink deeper as his own insecurities began to swallow him whole.
" .... Do I even... Deserve her? " He mumbled to himself. Tears were already rolling down his cheeks while he pitifully sniffled.
His classmates were gazing at him. They looked inside of what they should do. They still couldn't get used to this new Katsuki.
Kirishima was about to approach and comfort his friend when suddenly Katsuki's body jolted from his spot before collapsing on the ground.
" Bakugou! " Kirishima exclaimed but another gasp was heard from the back.
" It's Y/n-san and Kaminari-san! " Izuku pointed out. Jiro was holding onto an unconscious Kaminari with the help of Tsuyu and on the screen it was pretty clear that y/n had also experienced the same thing and was now sprawled down on the ground.
Unmoving .
........ To be Continued.
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Raphael x Fem!Reader
Part 2/ ??
Just a reminder that the timeline and ages have been adjusted so that i don't feel uncomfortable. Also the reader will be 18 by the time anything starts happening.
Warnings: some mention of sexual stuff but not really.
Im completely new to TMNT fanfic. Please be nice I’m just doing this for fun.
I stared at the 4 large turtles and they stared back. April sighed and guessed what I had come out of my room for. She stepped back to the kitchen to go into the laundry room and grabbed my sweater. She brought it to me and gave me a push to my room.
“Go put on some clothes.” she said as I stumbled back to my room in shock. I heard some voices in the living room.
“What the fuck April?” one of them said.
“What? I never said It would be just us and you never asked if she would be here.” April said and I could practically see her shrugging.
“You never mentioned she lived here.” It was a nervous slightly higher voice that spoke this time.
“Oh I didn’t?” That voice sounded far too innocent to be innocent. I pulled on some shorts and pulled on the sweater. I rubbed my hair with the towel and walked back out only to see that they appeared to be leaving.
“Sooooo, is this why you said they were shy and didn't like meeting new people?” I asked. The brothers stopped and turned toward me. I probably looked like a mess. My hair was a wet and tangled and my face was probably red from the warm water and exfoliating scrub I had used.
“Do you have any questions?” April asked and turned to the boys, “sit down, you're being rude.” The boys sat back down, and I shuffled my feet feeling awkward.
“Well yeah, but I'm not sure how to ask them without them sounding mean.” I moved my hands behind my back and fidgeted.
“You can ask me anything you want baby angelcakes.” The short one with an orange mask said.
“Ummm okay. Well....” I took a deep breath.” okay so... Right okay.” I started and stopped a few times looking between all of them.
“It's okay, you can ask us anything.” The nervous voice said. It belonged to a very tall turtle who had a purple mask and glasses on.
“Right! Okay,” I bit the inside of my cheek and thought about the best way to start.” So you’re green.”
The boys nodded as I cringed at my very obvious observation. I looked over at April.
“These are your new friends?” my sister nodded and I turned back to the brothers.” You- you’re all very big.”
“This is some real smart conversation.” The biggest one in red said gruffly. I looked up with furrowed eyebrows.
“You’ll have to forgive me. I didn't expect to walk out of my room to this. This is very confusing and new and I don't wanna be rude so I’m trying to think of how to ask things with being that.” I said looking at him.
“How about we introduce ourselves first.” The turtle in blue suggested and I nodded my head, “My name is -”
“Allow me!” the orange one interrupted. He was suddenly right next to me with an arm around my shoulder. “I’ve been working on an introduction!” He motioned over to the purple one who gave a small smile. “Donatello is over there in the purple, he's a technical genius, who is technically a genius!”
He turned me and moved his arm to point at the big one, “Raphael’s in the red, he's like a big cuddly teddy bear, if big cuddly teddy bears were incredibly violent.” Raphael shook his head and scoffed.
“This is Leonardo. He's in the blue. Our fearless leader, silent but deadly.” This turtle rolled his eyes at the orange one. He suddenly let go of me and with a flourish presented himself.
“And I'm Michelangelo, sporting my signature orange. I'm a triple threat... Brains, brawn, and obviously a dazzling personality,” he leaned in and wiggled what I guessed were eyebrows under the mask. “ Ladies like to call me Mikey.”
“Are you done?” Leonardo asked. Mikey shrugged and smiled.
“Well it's nice to meet you. April told me alot,” I looked over at my sister, “obviously not everything though.”
“Would you have believed me?” my darling sister asked me.
“Ummm, no probably not.” I looked at the turtles and my eyes widened. “They are the vigilantes aren't they! The ones you came home freaking out about!”
The boys looked over at April who gave a simple yes as an answer.
“Okay, so you are turtles right? Or like maybe aliens?” I questioned.
Donatello spoke up.“We are mutant turtles”
“And we’re ninjas.” interjected Raphael.
“Huh,” I looked down and tried to process it, “Somehow I feel like aliens would have been easier to accept. We have this kind of science?” I looked back up at the glasses wearing turtles.
“Oh there's lots of science that the public doesn't know about!” He said it much too cheerfully for my taste.
“That's kind of a terrifying thought.” I sighed and moved past the brothers and sat in a chair. They all rather hesitantly sat down too. “This is kind of a lot to process.”
“You’re doing better than April did.” Leonardo said helpfully.
“Seriously? What did she do?” I was eager to find out.
“She fainted.” the deep voice of Raphael said. I laughed out loud and turned to look over the chair at April who groaned.
“You went out looking for the vigilantes and passed out when you found them?” I giggled.
“It's not my proudest moment. Do you want some pizza?” She walked out of the room.
“Don’t try to distract me with food, but yes please!” I turned back to the brothers.”God I wish I could have seen that.”
“I probably have a video of it. I record a bunch of our patrols.” I wiped my head over to donatello.
“If you do I swear to god I will kiss you.” I said excitedly, not really noticing the way the turtles all suddenly looked. “Oh do you guys go by your full names or do you all have nicknames like Mikey?”
“Uh-” Leonardo cleared his throat, “Yeah I go by Leo,” He pointed at Donatello, “He goes by Donnie.”
“And I go by Raph.” I looked up at him.
“You know, that name suits you.” I turned my attention to the plate of pizza that was now being presented to me by my sister.
We all settled in and talked. They told me about how they met April and how they found out they actually already knew her. I wasn't happy when I found out she had anything to do with the Sacks building and I didnt know how to handle finding out that not only was she thrown from the top of the building but also was on the spire as it fell to the ground.
Leo, Donnie, and Mikey all seemed to relax as the night went on, but Raph didn't. At least not in a way that I could notice. We hung out until late and I didnt remember falling asleep but I woke up the next morning on the couch.
Turtles-
“Wow, I can’t believe we met Donnies future wife.” Mikey joked as the jumped rooftops to get home.
“Shut up Mikey!” Donnie yelled back.
“I bet your gonna start looking for that video right away so you can get a kiss~” Mikey sang gleefully
“Shut up mikey!” Raph warned his brother. He wasn't sure why but the idea of it made him mad.
“Oh but dudes! When she came out in that towel! All dripping wet and barely covered! My shell felt tight.”
Enough Michaelangelo!” Leo snapped at his brother, “That’s April's little sister and I don't think she would want you talking like that.”
“Oh fine! But she was hot dudes. Like seriously hot!” Mikey yelped as Raph punched him in the arm and went ahead. The shortest turtle whined and followed after Raph complaining about his arm. When they got to the lair Donnie grabbed Leo.
“Do you think that she would really kiss me if I had that video?” He didn't want to get any hopes up but the opportunity was almost too good to pass up. Leo stopped and looked at his brother.
“I don't know Donnie. Maybe. She seems like a nice girl so maybe she would or maybe she was joking.”Leo shrugged, “but you can certainly try.”
The two walked off and didn't notice raph glaring at them. He didn't like that either, and He wasn't sure why he felt so upset about it. He thought back on tonight. How careful she was with her questions so that they wouldn't sound mean, how she didn't really freak out or run away when she saw them. Mikey was right too, she looked so good when she came into the living room, and he was kind of happy that April didn’t tell her they were coming over. Then when she came back out in the large green sweater, he wasn’t ashamed to admit that his shell also felt tight. She was small and pretty, and April was right; she did have curves for days. She looked soft and warm. She was sweet with a bit of sass. Raph sighed as he laid down and thought of (y/n).
She was their age. The first person they had met that was so close in age to them. It was strange but really nice. He wanted to get closer and he wondered how close she would let them get. There was just something he really didn't like about the way Mikey talked about her or Donnie actually wanting her to kiss him.
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Veronica x MC tinder!au
I headcanon Veronica to look like Barbara Lopez, and as you can see this headcanon was inspired by this tweet.
Summary: in which you are paired with Veronica for a project and she doesn't respond to your emails but you match with her on tinder. The both of you find each other attractive but you're both gay disasters. Also in this au the MC doesn't meet Poppy on her first day of school, so they don't know about the top 3 girls of Belvoire. (Where poppy is a switch (fite me), Veronica is a top.)
Warnings: swear words, and maybe toothache inducing fluff? Thigh riding smut.
Taglist: @somewillwin @belvoiresqueenbee @origmansello @clownery-is-a-new-personality @kamilahtrash @poppysminion @poppysimp @captain-hanadeleine @poppysmc @iiizdumb @uselesslesbianfr @scattered-to-the-winds @idiot-justidiot @toyhenoctus @coldbatfriendroad
So it begins in one of your compulsory classes, where you have to be partnered up for a big project, like 20-30% of your final grade.
Cue your professor paring you up with someone who you've never seen before in class, and you're confused because wtf??? Who is this Veronica Lombardi person??? And why is everyone staring at you with mixed reactions, some look jealous while some look like they feel bad for you.
After class, you make you way to your dorm room and you ask Zoey if she knows Veronica Lombardi and that's how you find out about the whole ranking system in Belvoire. You learn that Veronica is at the number 3 spot as one of the most popular girls on campus. You're not really interested because in all honesty it sounds too much like high school and you're already over it.
Considering that she was going to be your partner for the project, you decide to email her so that the both of you can divide the work equally, as well as ask if she has any days where she is free so that you can discuss the project in person.
It's been a week and you still don't have a response, and you're starting to think that you'll have to do the project alone. Hopefully your professor will take that into consideration once she marks you paper.
You try to start to work on the project but you're quick to realise that you're bored, so in your frustrated state, you open tinder hoping to find an outlet for your stress.
Imagine your surprise when you're matched with your project partner, who messages you. It reads "Sup babe, what are you doing tonight?"
You feel your blood pressure rise as you type angrily. "I'M DOING OUR JOINT PROJECT YOU BITCH!"
She replies with the emojis "😤😒" alongside a gif of someone saying "Rude".
You're about to lose it when another message catches your attention. "Are you from Sociology 101? I haven't attended any of the lectures, it's boring af. But you know what wouldn't be boring? We could hook up 😜" it reads.
"Un-fucking-believable" you mutter to yourself as you read the message. 'Who the hell does she think she is?' - you think to yourself, annoyed.
"Are you seriously flirting with me right now?" you text as you feel angrier each passing second.
The only response you get is a selfie of Veronica smiling cheekily at the camera, which is followed by a message saying "I promise I'd be more fun than sociology. 😉"
You barely resist the temptation of pulling your hair out and respond with "look, I get it you're rich, but just because you can get away with not doing the work, it doesn't mean that I can." Veronica looks at your response and can't help but feel a pang of guilt.
Feeling guilty, Veronica messages you. It says "look babe, I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you, we can meet up and do the project together. And maybe when we finish we can do something more fun? 😜😉"
Letting out a resigned sigh you begrudgingly ask for her address and she's all too happy to respond. "I live on campus, I'm part of the Zetas so just walk over and I'll meet you outside."
Freshening up, you make yourself look presentable and you start to make your way to the sorority house. You're surprised to see someone waiting outside, and you assume the person to be Veronica.
As you get closer you're taken aback because of Veronica. There she was in all her glory. I mean you knew she looked attractive judging by the photo she sent you, but pictures can't exactly compare to seeing the real thing.
You can't help but think that Veronica is gorgeous, I mean with that face she could be a supermodel and ohh my god she has legs that go on for days.
Snapping out of your daze, you just see Veronica flashing you a charming smile.
You weren't the only one checking the other person out though, Veronica couldn't help but think that you were cute, especially in that crop top and varsity jacket. 'She's smart and easy on the eyes to boot, this will be fun.' - she thinks as she turns on the charm, ready to seduce.
You approach her, anger coming back as you poke your finger on her shoulder whilst saying "I'm so fucking mad at you, I could have finished the project already but your ass was MIA, so I couldn't start."
Veronica winces at each poke, irritated, she tugs on your wrist and pulls you close. "You could have looked for me personally you know." she says cockily.
Your anger dissipates a little because she had a point and with a resigned sigh you say "Fair enough, still doesn't make up for the fact that you didn't reply to my emails."
Veronica just rolls her eyes at you. "Well we could stand here and argue or we can go inside and actually work on the project." she says sarcastically.
As you make you way inside the sorority house, you can't help but feel amazed by the expensive furniture and decorations. It looked like a house fit for royalty and if you're being honest you're a bit jealous because they get to live in luxury.
You follow Veronica to her room and you're immediately surprised by what you see. Her room is big, however it is decorated modestly, and it's much simpler than what you imagined. The atmosphere feels a bit awkward and you make conversation by complimenting her room. "Your room seems really cozy."
Veronica looks at you, a soft smile graces her features and she says "Thanks." She puts a stray strand of her behind her ears and you can't help but admire her.
"If taking a picture of my room would've gotten you to come over, I would have done so already." she flirts.
You can't help giggle and you're relieved that the awkward atmosphere has been replaced with a comfortable silence.
Your giggle attracts Veronica's attention and her cheeks flush because who gave you the right to be so cute.
The two of you start to work on the project and you're pleasantly surprised to learn that Veronica understands the syllabus despite the fact that she hasn't attended any of the lectures. The two of you get a lot more work done than what you expected and before either of you realise, it's already dark outside.
You feel your eyes drooping as you try to stay awake, and you notice how dark it is and you're about to tell Veronica that you're about to leave when she says "It's already dark outside, you should probably stay it's not safe to be walking around in the middle of the night."
You mull it over and decide to stay. 'Fuck it, I'm too tired to walk back' - you think to yourself as you nod your head to Veronica.
Veronica walks over to her closet and pull out pyjamas, which she hand over to you as well as a spare toothbrush. "You should go and clean up, you can sleep on the bed." she says kindly. You raise an eyebrow at her. "This better not be a plan to get me to sleep with you Lombardi." you say jokingly. She just laughs at your joke and tells you to clean up, you're too tired to argue back so you concede.
Fast-forward to the next morning, you wake up in someone's arms and you snuggle closer until you realise. 'WTF, why am I being cuddled and where the fuck am I?' - you think to yourself slightly panicking. Your eyes open and you turn around to see that Veronica was asleep, you try to get out of her grip but she just pulls you closer whilst murmuring in her sleep.
You don't want to wake her up because she looks so comfortable and at ease and you know that you're stuck there until she wakes up.
Veronica wakes up and she feels something or someone in her arms, she then remembers that you slept over, not in the way she wanted but hey she's not complaining, especially since you were cutely staring at her with a confused expression.
Deciding to tease you, she plants a kiss on your lips and you freeze. A blush creeping on your face and Veronica was about to apologise for going too far when you cut her off by kissing her back. She could get used to this she thinks.
She pulls away and notices the blush on your cheeks. "I thought you didn't like me Hughes?" she says mischieviously, and you just look away.
Realising that her arms weren't around you anymore, you get up and Veronica whines at the lack of physical contact and warmth, you narrowly avoid being pulled back down onto the bed.
You just shoot her a soft smile and say "Thanks for letting me stay over, I'm gonna go get changed and leave, I'll see you later."
You quickly get changed and as you leave her room, you can feel your heart pounding in your chest because you can't stop thinking about the kiss you shared with Veronica. You continue to zone out for the rest of the day, wondering what it would be like to kiss her again.
The next time the two of you meet, Veronica is more straightforward when it comes to flirting, and you're always left a flustered and blushing mess. Veronica thinks you look so cute, especially since she's the reason why you're flustered. The two of you become friends and you exchange numbers because using tinder to communicate was getting annoying.
You're surprised when Veronica messages you with random memes at god awful hours and you can't even get mad because they make you laugh and it becomes something you look forward to each day.
That's when you start to develop feelings for Veronica, and you're not sure what to do because she's flirty with everyone and you're not sure if she likes you back.
Veronica invites you to a frat party, and as soon as you get there a few people introduce themselves to you. One of the frat boys tries to flirt with you and you're immediately pulled back by Veronica as she says "Fuck off Luis, she with me." Your eyes widen as you realise what Veronica said.
You don't have the chance to ask what she means as she drags you off to a room, where she immediately kisses you, hand finding it's way down to your hips and gripping it possessively. She continues to kiss you, each kiss deeper and rougher than the last. The barrage of kisses only stop due to both of you needing to breathe.
Your chest heaves as you feel Veronica lean in to whisper "You're mine, and I don't like it when people touch what's mine." You feel shivers down your back as she says that.
Veronica locks the door and she pulls you towards the bed where she sits and pull you in for another kiss. You're pulled onto her lap as her lips trail down your jaw to the base of your neck, alternating between biting and sucking to leave marks. You can feel a wave of arousal make it's way down to your core, and a small groans escapes your lips.
Spurred on by your reaction, Veronica starts to unbutton your shirt, quickly taking it off with deft hands. She starts to grope your breasts as she unhooks your bra with her other hand. Lips finding it's way to nipples, and you can't stop yourself from moaning when her teeth grazes against it.
Instinctively, your hips starts to jerk against her thigh and it quickly catches Veronica's attention as she looks at you with narrowed eyes and pupils blown.
She pulls your hips down flush against her thigh, and leaning in she whispers "Grind." and you're quick to obey her as she sucks and bites on your shoulder and collarbone, making sure to leave marks on each patch of skin she can reach.
You slowly start to grind against her, and in order to help you out, she starts to move her thigh against your centre, working you up faster and you let out long breathy moans and whimpers at the friction against your centre. Spurred on by your reaction, Veronica uses her fingers to touch and play with your clit, and this makes you moan out her name "V, that feels so good.", and she can't get enough.
She grinds her thigh faster and she starts to use her finger to help you climax. Your body starts to convulse and your back arches as you reach your climax. Veronica's fingers helping you ride out your orgasm. A loud moan escapes your mouth and for a moment your vision turns white, head empty except the pleasure you feel. Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath.
As soon as you regain your bearings, you can see the smug look Veronica has, and you do nothing but roll your eyes as you say "Yeah, yeah that felt really good, stop being so smug." Veronica's eyes just lights up as she raises her arms in mock surrender and says "Hey, you said it not me."
"So, I guess this means we're dating?" you ask shyly, as your cheeks flush. Veronica just kisses you softly and says "Yeah."
That's how the two of you start dating.
A/N: I saw that there was a lack of Veronica x MC content so yeah enjoy, and please reply if you want me to write a dating Veronica headcanon like I did for Poppy. Thanks for reading, bye.
#veronica lombardi#veronica x mc#poppy min sinclair#queen b#choices#choices stories you play#choices fic#mine#this is my take on a tinder au for veronica#enjoy y'all#chloe st. james#queen b veronica#queen b poppy
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I'm curious about Cruise!
Oh, thanks very much for asking about that! That’s actually a covid fic. In the early days, there was this one cruise ship where covid broke out and they weren’t allowed to land in Japan, I think (I think it was called Diamond Cruise). So, the fic is essentially a fake-dating mission where Natasha accompanies Bucky on the cruise because of some Hydra thing only he can recognize. And then covid breaks out and Natasha catches it (Bucky is immune because he’s a super soldier), so he has to nurse her while she’s sick and even after she gets better, they’re still stuck all day in their cabin and they get veeeery close. I wrote a solid beginning (which I’ll post below a read more) and then skipped all the fake dating to jump to the end and it’s basically abandoned now, though I hope to catch motivation again some day.
"Hell no. You can't make her do that."
Her doesn't even twitch, feet on the table, chin propped up on her palm, elbow propped up on her hip. She waits, lurking, and at some point she's going to come out swinging, whichever way. And she won't miss.
Fury rolls his eyes, except he doesn't. It's a skill Bucky admires. "Make her what, Barton?"
He used to find her kind of unremarkable- she's only human, after all, and a small one at that. Now he doesn't understand how she could ever not make the hair at the back of his neck stand. She exudes danger. It's on another frequency just out of earshot but it's deafening once you get attuned.
"Make her play cuddly with- no offense but maybe you should get out for this. With the guy who tried to murder her multiple times."
He doesn't get out and nobody seems to care. Nobody pays him any mind at all. Her still hasn't moved an inch. Like the mafia boss while everyone around argues and fights. He's seen some movies, it's just all a wash to him.
"I'm not making anyone do anything," Fury returns. "It's a fucking cruise. That's just the obvious cover. And I'm not letting a fairly new agent run a weeks long undercover operation without experienced backup."
"And how exactly do you imagine that going?" Barton asks. "Is she supposed to sleep in a small, windowless room? With him?"
"I'm sure we could work something out," her suggests surprisingly, not taking her chin out of her palm. "Build some trust."
She's not looking at him but he knows she's watching him. They're on the same frequency. The one for murderers and psychopaths. He doesn't get the feeling she's talking about her trust in him, like it's not her issue, which is eerie.
"Are you serious?" Barton questions in disbelief. He gets the feeling he wants to give her an easy out most of all, so she doesn't have to be the one who says no. "Come on, Nat. That's a swimming prison. Nowhere to run."
"I'm just saying," she adds casually, as if she hasn't already made her decision. "Who goes on a cruise with his sister? Separate cabins? It just doesn't make sense."
"You could go separately," Steve suggests carefully. "Without connected covers."
Maybe it was when she went off the comms that one time, off the grid, and Steve said she would be fine and Barton said she was exactly where she wanted to be- and then she later walked out of the bunker, with the thing they'd been looking for the entire fucking time, crooked smile. Maybe that flicked the switch, maybe that's since when he can't see her as anything else than what she is, which is all sharp edges, all teeth, all danger. Maybe that's when it was.
"He has no experience," she points out, as if she needs to argue. "Fury is right, he needs supervision. And I can do the talking part."
Not his strong suit. "And you can sell that," Barton remarks dubiously, not specifying that.
"Sure," she replies, shrugging non-committedly. "And if he can't, I will."
He starts doubting he's actually here, with how they're all talking around him. "And I'm not making you," Fury remarks.
She grins, letting the sharp and blank shine through. "Have you ever?"
"That's settled, then," Fury finishes. He wonders if anyone ever asked him. "We'll work out the details. Ship leaves next week and then you're on your own."
They all get up and so he does, too, following Steve towards the elevator, but the hair on his neck signals to him she's there, right behind him, even if inaudible. He turns and she rolls to a stop, smoothly. "Scared?"
He shrugs. As if he would tell her. Throw her that kind of meat. "Well," she remarks, rocking up on her feet. "Better get used to it."
She's all up in his space all of a sudden, pressing his head down to her lips, and he just goes with it. There's nothing else on the other frequency than before, not that he expected it to be. It's weirdly silent around. At least he didn't startle.
"Mhm," she makes, pulling back. "Try again."
He leans down, thinking about the sharpness, nothing but the sharpness, like he's making out with a Kalashnikov, weirdly apt metaphor. But she's not that blunt an instrument, of course, more like a scalpel. A dagger. Anything that can cut someone's heart out.
She's grinning when he pulls back, sharp teeth. "Okay. I can work with that."
Barton looks half worried and half amused. He just gets on the elevator with Steve who looks at him weird, of course. Closes his eyes as soon as the doors glide together. Man. A fucking cruise. Just because he's the only one who's ever seen the stupid key they're after. And the book. Now he has to play a fucking tourist.
"Sure you can handle it?" Steve asks, sounding awfully worried, now that they're alone.
"It's just a cruise, Steve," he replies. "It's just a fucking cruise."
They figure out a thing for his arm, they do his hair and they write him a comprehensive cover. He gets to pick what business school he went to, not nameless but not too famous, gets to pick his family background, his pet peeves. They try a few different things and end up sticking to glasses. He shaves.
He gets a briefing about her cover, too, and immediately, one of the photos slips out of the folder. She's on the cover of a magazine, supposed to look soft but he only sees the sharp edges. There's a handwritten note from her, in nice cursive, that he doesn't have to learn it by heart, that it's actually more convincing if he doesn't know everything. He reads the whole night.
She's… he's actually not quite sure. Something between a model and an actress and the kind of person a rich guy would call if he needed some arm candy. She's on Instagram, too, with a remarkable amount of followers and posts going back over three years. Nice to have such a machine at your back. She probably has fucking sponsoring deals. He read about that kind of thing.
They quiz him about his cover until he can recite the whole thing forward and backward and sideways. They quiz him about hers, too, but when he mixes it all up, the woman smiles and says that it's maybe even better this way. Better explain superficiality than try to fake it away.
He has to learn about his supposed job, too, daytrading and the commodity markets and fintec and junk bonds and all that kind of shit. That's probably what he's going to fuck up first. They teach him stupid managerial speak and quiz him about the political views he's supposed to have. When he's not talking about work, he needs to know everything about his fancy hobbies, tennis and mountain climbing and sailing. God, he hates himself.
When they travel to Okinawa, where they will board, he's so full of it, expert information and biographical details and mannerisms, he's never going to get all of that straight. Someone's life pressed into a week. How is he supposed to remember all of that, not mix it up? He'd have to be a totally different person.
"You know, I'm not particularly picky about who I make out with," she remarks. "If that helps. Not a big deal."
Of course. She'll just get it done. She's just worried he'll be difficult about it. "I'm not worried about that."
"Yes, you are," she replies seamlessly. "But I really don't care. You know, I even made out with Steve once."
That immediately sears itself into his brain, whether he wants it to or not. "Yeah. Okay."
"Different thing," she adds, starting to go through her handbag. "Sleeping arrangements. We could try shifts but that's probably not going to work. Are you claustrophobic?"
He shakes his head. He's scared of many things, though. Probably couldn't name them all if he tried. "Okay," she says. "Then it's probably easiest if one of us locks themselves in the bathroom overnight and we switch every day."
Great. Sleeping in the bathtub. "It locks from the inside, though."
"Yeah, but I'll definitely wake up from that," she replies. "You too. I considered the balcony, too, but that looks super weird if one of us sleeps outside."
Oh, no. Not at all. He wonders how long she thought about that until she felt safe with it. With him. "Okay. Bathroom."
"I'm sure it's fancy so we'll be fine," she says. "It looked fancy in the pictures."
There are so many people. All getting on one ship. And she's talking the whole fucking time while he's just trying to find out where they're supposed to go, getting mad at him when he doesn't listen or reply or whatever shit, and at once he snaps at her. She pouts, sort of duckface if that's still a thing, turning and starting to complain to random people around them, which is fine by him as long as she leaves him alone-
It scares him to realize he's really angry, he didn't want to, certainly not to the point of losing control, snapping- yet he snapped perfectly in character. Without even trying. A few people around look at him sympathetically. It's weird but it feels sorta… good?
"Oh honey," she interrupts his calm. "Don't we have priority boarding? It's so humid out here. I'm sweating like a pig, I really need a shower. Do we have the suite with the bathtub? I'm dying out here, really. We should go for the pool first. No, shower, the shower with the…"
He stops listening after that, rolling his eyes before he even thinks about it. Wow. But he spots a sign soon after, different line, hopefully priority, the sign's golden-
She's talking with an elderly lady about the horrific heat. He takes a deep breath and just drags her that way, through the crowd, not letting go of her wrist because then he'll definitely lose her. He hears her giggle as she wiggles through the crowd. "Oh my. Oh my. You are certainly very hands-on today."
He has no fucking patience for that. Or Benedict has no fucking patience for that. Or both. "Could you just, for a second, shut up?"
She opens her mouth, gasping for a brief moment, but out only comes an angry hum. Sure, her lips are moving but he can tune the words out perfectly. The golden sign comes within reach and it's indeed their category, thank God. Now he just has to find the end of the queue. Benedict has studied in England, he would never cut in line.
They finally come to a stop, at the end of the quickly moving line. She pushes her gigantic glasses up her nose, huffing. "They better not lose our baggage. Once, on a flight, they lost my suitcase even though it had a new exclusive shawl by Hermes in it! Can you imagine? I was phoning after them for weeks and I never got anywhere, they just lost it. Never showed up again. I bet one of those shady flight attendants stole it. She was staring at me so jealously, you know, even though I barely had any makeup on, just a touch of rouge and-"
"They won't lose our baggage," he interrupts.
She stops and smiles, behind her enormous glasses, should be hard to make out but it's not, gets on her toes and quickly presses her lips to his, but he catches her head and keeps her there and- until someone clears their throat behind them, right, right, the queue, must move. He apologizes backwards, without really looking. She's smiling, moving forward, mood changed so quickly.
He doesn't really get why they would go on a cruise together when they already get so annoyed with each other. Why he would take her. He's pretty sure he's taking her, though no one told him that explicitly. The usher is staring at him expectantly, she's staring at him expectantly, and he fumbles for the tickets while she complains that he never keeps his things in order.
The usher's smile widens when he sees the price category on the ticket. "Oh, welcome on board, Mr. Darkwell, Miss Bigard. Let me escort you to your suite."
#buckynat#bucky barnes#natasha romanoff#winter soldier#black widow#my writing#sorry I can't do breaks somehow
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Excuse me what.
Maeda, you fucking owe me Ohagi for this pervert writing. This really looks like some ecchi shits going on. But we all know that Sanemi is also drunk on that respect women juice.
As you can see or know, there are no bras used by women in Taishou Era unless those who live in big city like Tokyo (after Western influences). They used some sort of bandages to cover their breast.
You know what's coming.
Shinazugawa Sanemi x Pillar! s/o (NSFWish Warning: Explicit words)
After some incident, you are injured and Sanemi brought you to small village for temporary treatments. He couldn't reach out Kakushi because your crows and Sanemi's are both injured.
Like always, when you woke up, Sanemi will scold you with loud voice and the person who treat you, were too afraid to make him calm down.
"Sanemi, lower your voice. It's not just us here."
Both of you planned to leave in the morning, considering the demons were hiding and it's great opportunity to take a breath.
"It's a new type demon which attacked you yesterday. We had to go back to headquarters as fast as we can and report this to Oyakata-sama."
"You could leave me, I'll catch up."
"No. I won't. Beside, you are the one who recklessly encountered that demon. You should be the one who report it to Oyakata-sama."
Sanemi, the thick bull-headed, will never say that he didn't want to leave because the male villagers were eyeing on you.
When you got better, you asked about your swords and uniform.
Your sword was fine but your uniform is another story. It torn up and was really in havoc. You saw it with your own eyes. With all of these shreds on your uniform and the pants, it's miracle you still alive until now. You couldn't distinguish between mere fabrics or Demon Slayer Uniform.
Which is really bad.
This village was poor. You wanted to buy their clothes, and that's the problem. The women here only have one or two kimono at the moment. But luckily, there was one girl who let you buy her kimono. It's pink and not really in good shape but at least you could wear it. Of course, you willingly to pay her.
"What you are talking about? Buying their kimono? How did you defend yourself from the demons' scratches?" Sanemi scoffed. He pulled something from his bag. "I got one spare."
"You do? Is it yours?"
"No, Maeda gave me. I don't know why but that woman just shoved this too me. 'In emergency case for (y/n)', she said."
"But still, I need kimono to disguise myself. We are going to across the town. My haori was ripped too."
The morning comes, and you get ready for your trip back to headquarters. You started with your clothings. You wrapped around the bandages, covering your breast.
Sansmi already gave you the uniform, so you just grabbed it out from the table, and started to wear it.
"...it's not pants? This is a skirt?" You frowned. "Whatever."
Sanemi was waiting outside the room, crossing his arms while sitting on the engawa.
"Hey, are you done?!" He shouted to you, impatient.
"Wait a minute."
You maybe sounded calm but you literally sweating over the uniform you wear.
The skirt was short. It's not even reaching under knees, and only covered half of your thighs. But more importantly,
"Hmmnngghhh!!!"
You tried your best to button your upper front uniform. You held your breath, deflated your chest. You pulled the button, and reached the hole on the other side.
But you make it worst. The button snapped from its place and fell down onto the floor. Your peevish head became angry and tried with another buttons.
Until there are no buttons left. It all fell down and you just stared at them in defeat.
For fuck sake, (y/n), you're so fucking dumb
"IT'S USELESS!!" You stood with your knees and palm, feeling super tired from just an attempt to button your front. How should I cover my chest when the battle start?! Maeda you siiiiiick!! If you really wanted to help me, then at least make the bigger size. I'm not Sanemi or Mitsuri!!
"Hey, what are you complaining about?! If you didn't out in 1 minute, I'll leave you!"
"Wa- Wait! Aaah..." There are no time left to fix the buttons, so you just let it be showing your bandaged cleavage and wear your kimono as double.
It's actually worst than Mitsuri. Mitsuri's still buttoned her highest and lowest part of the uniform. But you? All of the buttons didn't compromise to your luck today. It showed more skins than you thought.
Maeda, curse you.
You opened the door. Sanemi was so mad the irk mark on his forehead appeared.
"I- I'm sorry. Hahaha...." You felt so uncomfortable under your kimono, but you did your best to hid it.
"Tsk. Nevermind. Come on, we're losing time."
You leave the village along with Sanemi. Your crows resting on your shoulder. You patted its little head.
Of course, it didn't always go well like you predicted.
When night comes, the same type of that demon attacking both of you again. You still put your kimono on. It limited your movements.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! WHY DID YOU KEEP YOUR KIMONO?!" Sanemi shouted towards you, still busy dodging the attacks.
'I will just being a burden if-'
You gripped your sword, panicking. Should I? Should I put out my kimono?
"AAAHHHH SCREW IT!!" You put off your kimono, throwing it out to nowhere.
He stopped for a moment, mouth opened.
The demon slapped him out, make him flew away and hit the tree.
"Wha- WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR UNIFORM?!" He screamed.
"Huh?!!! I don't know, it didn't fit to me!!"
You finally revealed your front-opened button bandaged cleavage, and your short skirt. You kept your distance while shouting 'Quick, it will attack again!' to Sanemi.
"WHAT THE FUCK?! THE FRONT BUTTON?!" He propped his feet on the ground.
"I broke them all!!" You spinned around, almost got clawed but it managed to reach your bandage.
It ripped out.
Ah shit, here we go again.
"I HATE THIS AAHHHH!!!" You screamed in embarrassment, starting to think that this demon is a pervert.
Sanemi tried to not too distracted by your chest, attacking from the other direction. But he can't, he simply can't.
"THE ENEMY IS IN FRONT OF YOU SANEMI, NOT ON MY CHEST!"
"SHIT, I KNOW!"
You crunched your knees to the ground, making brake motion so your body wasn't bounce back.
But that's not the only who visibly bouncing right now.
"Sanemi, we should destroy the middle core first." You panted. He couldn't focus, he couldn't focus at all while looking at your bare breast, making up down motion. "Hey, Sanemi!!"
"FUCK!" He jumped first. "Cover your chest!"
"Wait, it doesn't have to do with my chest?!"
He didn't know what to do anymore, it was like BOOM. His mind couldn't be clear, he can't concentrate on his next move.
The demon was easily swinging its claw and spinning its hand around. It resulted with Sanemi injured on his forehead while you got crossed wounds on your chest.
"(y/n)!!!"
"Don't mind me!!" You landed on the tree, panted for a while before jumped again towards that demon.
"Breath of Wind, second form!"
"Third form!" It finally worked out, it's finally annihilated.
You huffed, gasped for more air. You put your hand on your chest, fresh blood from the cuts was flowing out.
"It seems that the injury wasn't that deep." Sanemi approached you. He wiped the red liquid on his temple carelessly. "Why don't you say that the uniform didn't fit for you?"
"We're in hurry, remember?"
"So, you walked around the town... With that."
"Look, I don't want this, but I have no choice, okay? Besides- Ow."
The sharp pain came again, you held your wounded chest.
"Nevermind that, come here. I'll stop the bleeding."
He found an abandoned post in that forest. Ordering you to sit down, he started to prepare the emergency treatment.
It's not just a mere flush, his face was burning when he sutured your breasts. Focus, Sanemi, you're the one who offering her help, are you?
"What are you blushing at? We've done 'that' for many-"
"Shut up! It's different!"
Well, it's actually embarrassing though, you bite your lips, averting your eyes to somewhere else.
"Nnh..."
"Hey, don't let out weird sound."
"It hurts..."
"Hold it." He tried, tried so hard to keep focusing on your wounds. His heart throbbed, it was like asking him to let it out from his ribcage.
He had to admit that you looked enthralling in this shape, torn uniform, some scars on your skins that never make him bothered, you shivering under his gentle touch while trying to maintain your preposition.
It's all perfect that he had to hush his bulge under his pants to calm down.
"Done." He stood up. You opened your eyes, letting out relieved breathe. "Could you walk? Or should we stay here for awhile? If it's still hurt, I could bring you to Butterfly Estate."
"No, you're injured too. Let's rest here together."
It's your turn to take care of his wounds. He sat down on the wooden board. Your knees propped you up, making creak sound on that board. You kneeled in front of him, wiping the blood out of his temple. You disentangled the bandage on your hand, starting to wrapped his injuries on the head.
Didn't realize that Sanemi kept staring on your chest, really close to his face. Your breast was jiggling lightly, following your movements while busy bandaging him.
Hold it, hold it, Sanemi. Not now.
His half-lidded eyes were hazy. Unconsciously, he moved his head towards, kissing your wounded chest.
You jolted a bit and looked down, the sting pain and his soft lips were mixed on your skin, making tingling sensation.
"Sa- Sanemi? Ow..."
"You're lucky that it's not poisoned." He hugged your under breast, still kissing your tender skin lightly.
"I- I guess." You made ribbon shape like on his head, pushed him slowly with your hands on his shoulder. "I- I think we should inform the Kakushi, about... The uniform and maybe better treatments. My crow has healed and could fly again."
"Right." You send message thorough your crow and after some flapping test, your crow flew away from your place.
Sanemi put his haori and uniform off, he's only wearing the white shirt now.
"Get some rest." You nodded, laying down and sleep sideways. He covered your with his uniform and your lower part with his haori. "I'll guard this area."
"With this thin clothes, you'll get cold." You pulled his shirt, shyly. "Would you mind sharing?"
"What sharing?"
You guided his hand, made him sleeping beside you. You lifted his uniform and covering both of you.
"Now, this is fair." You hide under his chin, putting your face in front of his chest. "We could share warmth together."
"I didn't mean to sleep. Who will prot- "
"Morning will come soon anyway. Just 1 hour rest."
"Argh, fine!" He pushed your back head, bringing him closer to his chest. He put his chin under your head, hiding his red flush because he could feel your breast against his bare chest.
Both of you eventually fell asleep while hugging each otherz with legs slipped into each other.
"Hey, wake up." After some time, he slowly shook your body. You rubbed your eyes and propped your weight with your elbow. "Here's the new change."
"Hm? Where did you get this?"
"Maeda came here."
"She did? Where is-"
"Yeah. Don't worry about her. Now, change. Quick."
"O-Okay." You started to put off your rotten uniform in front of him.
"You even didn't mind to say 'Turned around.' to me." He said that but still not averted his eyes off from your slow movements.
"Why? You always saw me naked after all."
"Ugh, just change."
No matter how many times he looked at it, that gorgeous body of yours will be always be his weakness.
Omake:
"Guys, did you see Maeda?"
"No."
"Nope."
"I wonder where is- wait, who is that floating on the river."
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hey, have you seen what is happening to yams? i'm really really worried for these artists that have to fight against death threats... it's horrible know how many shitty people exist ready to offend others over stupid fictional ships
Kinda– mostly from twitter. I don’t know the full story so take it with a grain of salt.
Apparently there’s a minor (teenager) that loves to lurk in YAMs content and sometimes they or their followers go comment under brugio art that it is wrong. It seems they keep harassing but recently they got mad YAM pushed back saying something akin to “fuck you”, and all hell broke loose.
First off, they shouldn’t be commenting on people’s art to say it is wrong. YAM hasn’t even drawn nsfw brugio (it’s mostly nsfw La Squadra) and Giorno looks adult in her art (grown up). Second off, if the art really triggers you, why look for it. Just block/mute.
Asides from every brugio person being accused of pedophilia, it seems some came to demand YAMs stops drawing bc it’s triggering memories of child abuse. YAM replied “well I will keep drawing”. Granted it wasn’t the best answer to someone who says “this makes me uncomfortable”. But keep in mind these people were harassing her for a long time, bombarding her art with comments of how she’s a freak and a pedo, and in the same tweet she replied to this person called her “a pedo”.
It’s unfair to pester an artist to the point they snap, and then screenshot a reply that says “fuck you” basically and laud “oh this adult doesn’t care about children, look how she answers, what a horrible person.” It’s very sneaky and evil.
Because YAMs mentioned the name of the “ring leader” for the harassment in a tweet on her twitter saying “if you really come harass me so much, maybe you like stalking me”, she was accused of bullying a teenager and many flocked to say “be the bigger person”. It’s so infuriating imo to tell an adult that, because these teens harass, mass harass, and hide behind “i’m a minor, i didn’t know any better”. But adults are supposed to just take it and be civil when they get spit upon. It’s a clear case of teenagers bullying adults, and no one takes it seriously because somewhat teens have a fish-brain and can’t be held accountable for their actions.
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It was also the reason I posted some of my recent posts on compassion and harassment in fandom. For example:
https://abri-chan.tumblr.com/post/614825172237795328/opinion-on-current-attacks-against-creators
https://abri-chan.tumblr.com/post/614813194770366464/bitter-truth-pills-to-get-good-content-you-have
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From what I know YAMs is stepping away for now, locked her twitter, and blocked through blockchain a big portion of the twitter fandom. Which pushed these kids to also bully her more and making videos of how YAM blocked them to celebrate.
Oh and some smartasses were complaining they also got blocked even though they liked YAMs. Basically they were following the minor who started this, and somewhat they both wants to be friends with a bully and see YAMs content. Go figure.
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You can also help by sending YAMs love and also block and report these people. I did that for so many accounts under her thread, cuz people were so stupid and vile.
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Rocket Queen
0.8: Flirtation
Henley's P.O.V
"At least try to look like you're excited."
I sigh, pulling down the leather skirt Madeline forced me into. I nearly laugh at her. "How am I supposed to be excited when I'm too worried about making sure no one sees my ass?"
"It's not that bad."
I scoff. "Madeline, I can't even move without the fucking skirt riding up."
Madeline looks a bit offended at my answer which is making me a bit mad. I didn't even want to come tonight. She's the one that made me come even though it was-and still is-against my wishes. And yet, here she is getting mad at me because I don't like the slutty outfit she forced me into. By forced, I mean forced. She literally dressed me. It took everything in me not to punch her.
"If I would've known you'd complain about it this much then I wouldn't have made you wear it," She responds, crossing her arms. We arrive at the guys' apartment, which was a hella long walk.
"I was complaining about this outfit before you even put it on me," I mutter, trying not to start a fight.
I just know that if we fight before the date she'll be in a sour mood all night. And an unhappy Madeline is one annoying bitch to deal with.
"What?" Madeline snaps, her eyes looking at me.
"Nothing," I grumble as we finally arrive at their doorstep. "Let's get this over with, shall we?"
She loops her arm through mine, a huge smile on her face. "You might have fun tonight!"
I'm taken aback by her complete 180 with her attitude. Just a second ago she was about to start screaming at me. I swear I think she's bipolar at times. She can go from wanting to kill someone to being the sweetest person you'll ever meet in a split second.
"Maybe," I say, smiling a bit.
Then she knocks on the door, nearly jumping out of her shoes with excitement. I nearly laugh at her, but I know she'll hate that I'm laughing at her.
Steven opens the door. One of his contagious smiles are on his lips, causing me to smile. He's so adorable!
"Hello, lovely ladies," He says, moving so that we can get into the apartment.
"Hey, Stevie," Madeline says flirtatiously.
I roll my eyes, laughing. "Hey, Steven."
"You seem happier than the last time I saw you," Steven notes, looking at me. I really appreciate that he's not looking at me like I'm a piece of meat in this outfit.
"I don't know about happier, but more relaxed," I say, watching Madeline start kissing Steven.
Steven immediately forgets about me. He's more into his potential girlfriend. I giggle at them. They really like each other. I hear movement in the kitchen which can only be Duff. I walk in, my doc martins making noise on the tiled floor of the kitchen. However, the tall blonde doesn't seem to hear me. His head is deep in the fridge as he's looking for something. I walk up behind him. I can see that he's struggling to get a Chinese food container out of the fridge.
"Whatcha doin'?" I ask, scaring the shit out of the poor guy.
He manages to hit his head on the top of the fridge as he turns around to look at me.
"Ouch!" He exclaims, holding onto his head. His eyes land on me. His instant reaction is to lean against the still open fridge, trying to look cool. "H-Henley!" He tries to cover up what I think is excitement. "Hey. What are you doing here?" He looks down at my outfit and his eyes widen. "You look amazing," He breathes out.
"I look like a slut," I say, shaking my head. "And Madeline forced me to come. You're my only hope in this. You are coming, right?"
"Yeah! Of course. I can't leave you hangin'," Duff says, one of his signature smiles on his lips.
I grin at him. "Good. Otherwise I might've died tonight."
"That wouldn't be good, now would it?" He says, a teasing tone in his voice.
"No I don't think so," I laugh, a permanent smile on my lips. I don't know why he has this affect on me. This is so frustrating!
We're both quiet for a moment, just enjoying each other's company.
"You don't look like a slut," Duff says after a few minutes. "You look gorgeous."
"You're just sayin' that because my ass is nearly falling out of this goddamn skirt," I say, blushing. Does he really think I look "gorgeous"?
"I haven't even seen the backside of you, but now I'm excited to," Duff says, his eyes dropping to the ground. His cheeks turn pink.
Aw, he's blushing! "Is that you trying to flirt with me?"
"What if it is?"
"That's okay," I say truthfully. Honestly, I'm completely ecstatic that Duff's trying to flirt with me. I'm starting to think that I like this guy. Well, I thought I did before, but now I think it's okay. I need to take that leap.
"Really?" He asks, his face full of shock.
"Yeah, it's okay," I answer, a small smile appearing on my lips.
"Good," He says. "I'll be doing that a lot more, then."
"Good," I respond, giggling a bit.
Duff takes a few steps toward me. I don't move as his chest nearly touches mine. He cups my cheek in his hand, a smile on his face. He leans his head down, his eyes closed. I let our lips brush together. Then I pull away, a smirk on my face.
"I said I'd let you flirt with me, not kiss me," I say, walking away from a shocked Duff.
"You're such a tease!" He says, laughter in his voice as I round the corner.
I walk into the living room to find Stevie and Madeline making out on the couch. I sigh, shaking my head. Is that all they ever do? I grab a pillow that was thrown on to the floor at some point and chuck it at them. It hits Steven in the head, who instantly pulls away.
"What the fuck?" He giggles, throwing the pillow back at me.
I catch it easily. I see Duff walk in, in my peripheral vision. "Are we going on this stupid date or not?"
"I'd rather just sit here and make out," Madeline says, a smirk on her face.
Stevie laughs, getting up. "Alright, alright. Let's go, then."
Madeline gets up, a pout on her face. They can make out after the date's over. So that I can go home. Madeline and Stevie walk out first. Duff's ahead of me somehow. I don't remember him getting in front of me. Maybe it's those damn long legs of his. He stands by the door, a grin on his face.
"Ladies first."
"Then go on ahead," I respond, waiting for him to walk through.
"You're really fucking mean, you know that?" Duff laughs, knowing to just go ahead and walk through the door.
"I know," I say, shutting the apartment door behind me.
I just hope that this night turns out as good as it started.
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Volume 4, Chapter 11: The traitor
Warning: violent scenes in this chapter
After Oswald regains his senses, he returns to the castle. He entered the council room, Fio was there, alone, facing the window.
"Well, Oswald, what a head do you have, have you seen a dead person?" Said Fio with amusement.
"Uh ... no no ... I ... I meditated a little." Oswald responds, whispering.
"A little rest will do you the greatest good."
"That's nice, Highness, but in truth, I have a bad feeling, someone wants you bad, pay attention to who you are talking to!" Said Oswald.
"I don't know what you smoke for your meditations, but stop, hehe." Said Fio shrugging his shoulders, laughing.
"Highness, I'm serious ..." Oswald said trying to be convincing.
Fio stops in his walk.
"Tell me then who could blame me?"
"You don't find that Lord Eustache is very strange, these last days? Finally ... at the beginning of the week, rumors circulate, things disappear ..."
"Assert that there is something for it?"
"No, I see, don't deny that you find it strange ..."
"Mmmh, I have to admit yes, he had asked me strange questions about Linda, as if he knew in advance that it was my aunt ... as if he had tried to warn me, but I do not see not the harm he did! He tried to warn me. "
"But open your eyes!" He turns around your mother, he has a strange attitude! He writes with his right hand while he's left-handed! And the D-mons seem terrified when we talk about him.
Fio is silent for a moment, then says:
"All right ... keep an eye on him, I'm starting to have doubts."
"Okay ..." Oswald said as he left the boardroom.
A little further, Cagney was sitting on the terrace, thinking about what happened last night with Fluffy, after discovering the truth that his parents were dead. He thinks he will never forgive him, he started to cling to him, not wanting to leave him alone, he needed a family. Until one of the three D-mons comes to interrupt his thoughts, it was Boom.
"What are you doing here alone?" He asked shyly.
"I need no help ... please leave me." Cagney snapped.
He notices that Boom was also alone.
"Where is your band?" He asks.
"They went elsewhere to watch someone and then I noticed you and I separated from them." Boom answers, putting himself next to him.
"I see, you're the wise man of the band, that's it, who tells me you're not going to trap me yet." Said Cagney.
"No, I don't want you, you know, I saw it all last night, for Fluffy."
At this moment, it passes under the balcony and hearing his name, he hides to listen.
"I tried to give him hope to find his parents alive, but I was sure of nothing ... I can understand that he wants me, I started to become attached to him and now, I do not know where he is, what he does, he needs someone, a family ... "
Hearing these words, Fluffy smiled.
"Would you like to adopt him?" Boom application.
"I ... I don't know, maybe, but I have to talk to my wife about it."
Suddenly, Fluffy had the feeling that he would find a good family! He wants to forgive Cagney until the conversation changes.
"I'm sure she'd agree, talking about your wife, you need to stay close to her."
"Why do you say that ?"
"Actually, Tic and Tac went to watch Lord Eustache, it's true that we were accomplices with him at first, but he holds us back as his hostages to get rid of you, we decided not to let ourselves go, but we have been on mission since the beginning, I can not tell you more, we are sure that Lord Eustache is not the one he pretends to be! He wants your wife! You must go find her! "
"Are you sure of that? Where is he?" Exclaims Cagney, widening his eyes.
"Yes ... I think he's going to the guest dormitory!"
At this, Cagney gets up and rushes to find Hilda.
"Be careful, sir Carnation!" Prevents Boom.
Fluffy, having heard everything, decides to follow him discreetly.
Meanwhile, Hilda runs along the dark corridors of the rooms, she wants to enjoy his last days on her homeland.
"Are we looking for directions?" Said a voice.
"Lord Eustache, I know it's you ..." Hilda said.
He appears at her side.
"What is your delirium to appear in the dark ..."
"I always preferred the shade to the light, that's what makes my charm." Eustache said getting closer to her.
She slowly departs and continues to walk.
"And to answer your question, I'm enjoying my last days, where I was born."
"Exactly, why not take advantage with me, from the beginning, you seem to avoid me while I hands you gently." Eustache said, bringing his hand to her face. At this gesture, Hilda pushes his hand violently.
"Sir, I am not interested, and I will not deceive my husband!" Said Hilda.
"You should let go a little more often, all the couples do it, you have to get bored in bed, with me you can free yourself." This one is positioned in front of her.
"Never, leave me, poor fool!" She said nervously.
"But you're looking for me, little tease, hehe, at 50, you're still fresh, ready to fuck." He grabs her arm and blocks her against the wall.
"No, let me go!" Hurts Hilda, she's scared. She tries to struggle but he has a big hold on her. She focuses to use her magic but nothing happens, she remains speechless.
"How sad it is, without powers to defend yourself, you are mine now!" Eustache said in a Machiavellian laugh and approached his face as he touched her body.
"Take off your dirty hands from my wife! Shouted a voice in the corridor and a huge liana struck Eustache in the face and fell unconscious. Cagney appears, eyes full of anger. Hilda runs towards him.
"Cagney ... he ... has"
"Don't worry I'm here, luckily I arrived in time, I knew it was not clear! It's one of the D-mons who warned me."
"Thanks honey ... but my powers, they do not seem to work anymore!"
"What do you mean ?"
"Look ..." she tries to make a star appear but nothing works.
"That's why I could not defend myself."
"Strange ... you have to warn Fio right now!" His right hand is not a trusted man, telling him what he's been trying to do to you. Said Cagney taking Hilda in his arms, he was very worried, and they rushed to warn Fio.
"What is it possible?" Said Fio, completely stunned.
"It's the truth, otherwise I will not be shocked or ruffled!" Said Hilda, still in shock.
"I know he's a little crazy, but from there, make sexual touching, it's not his style ..."
"Fio, you have to stop him and right now, if not, he'll do it again!"
"I'll take care of it, we'll have it by surprise, I need to be sure, you're not the first to complain about his behavior, Oswald said, and the D-mons too. "
"Highness, I'm going to confront him, stay behind me." Oswald said as he opened the door. Meanwhile, Eustache becomes nervous, his liquor in which he drank was empty and he begins to tremble.
"And shit ... and that jerk who's dead, his blood is no longer good ... I must quickly find someone else, the leader would not be bad ... haha ... I'll take his place and I'll take my revenge on the mountain."
He begins to limp and is soon to face Oswald.
"Here, my dear, what a good wind today?" He said trying to hide his tremors
"Please follow me." Answer Oswald.
"And why that?"
"You have assaulted Miss Berg in this hallway, His Highness will take care of your punishment."
"Assaulted ... pfff, right now the big words, hehe ... She warmed me too!" A woman like her, we can not resist. "
He does not know that in the shadows, Cagney, Hilda and Fio had heard everything.
"But who are you, damn it, it does not look like you!" Fio pops up.
"Oooh, Highness, I did not see you!" He said arrogantly.
"Enough, you've hurt my mother, your punishment will have serious consequences!" Fio said, frowning.
Suddenly, Eustache holds his head, and half of his face turns black. Everyone goes back to this scary appearance. Seeing a good opportunity, as a brute force, he throws himself on Fio, hands around his neck.
"Aaah !! Fio!" Hurts Hilda completely frightened.
"Arhhgg, let me go!" Said Fio pushing Eustache violently, Oswald catches him and slams him to the floor. A dozen guards meet the corridor and hold him by the arms. Eustache now had red eyes, seeming to drool as if he was furious.
Fio gets up quickly.
"You are not Eustache ... who are you? And where is he?" He yells.
He replies with a sneer.
"If you want to follow me, I'll show you something ..."
"I will not be alone, so what do you have to show me?"
He leads the rest of the group into a basement.
"I'm sure you hold the real Eustache! He's here?" Oswald asks.
"For once, you look less stupid than you look ..." responds the individual.
"Shut up and show us where he is!" Fio application.
Suddenly, a strong nauseating odor comes to the nose.
"My God, but it stinks here!" Said Fio, plugging his nose.
"It looks like the smell that bothered the staff, remember, I told you about it." Said Oswald
"Mashed ... there is a dead man or what?" Said Cagney.
"That's what you believe." Answer the false Eustachian.
He opens a door, next to the pipes, their hearts miss a beat when they see with horror, a body lying on the ground. He seems to be a corpse in a state of advanced decomposition.
"My God no !!"
The fake Eustache approaches the body, seizing it by the collar of the shirt and throwing it to the ground in front of them. This corpse was the TRUE Eustache!
"What did you do to him!" Fio screams.
"I was just taking his blood to keep his appearance and fool you! It is true that I mistreated him, but I would never have cut his veins if I needed him!" Replied the false Eustace, still in his madness and disfigured appearance.
Hilda hides in Cagney's arms not to look. Cagney was disgusted at the sight of the corpse and the fake Eustache who wanted to hurt his wife. Fio had lost his second adviser, his faithful right hand.
"Put it behind bars, you have better tell us your identity before your judgment!"
"You can always try, I will not speak." Said the individual by taunting him.
"All night, do you hear me? Crit Fio.
And the guards take him to the strongest prison, to prevent him from escaping without revealing his identity.
"And ... take Eustache ... we'll make him a funeral worthy of him." Fio said, lowering his head.
"Highness, I'm sorry for it ... you have to be strong now, I think he wanted to end his days to prevent this intruder from continuing to fool us with his appearance." To save us, if not, who knows what he could have done you. " Oswald said trying to comfort his boss. Fio could not help but drop a tear. His parents are coming closer to comfort him.
After the burial of Eustache, the night falls and promises to be long for the guards and Fio who try somehow to make the individual talk about his identity, which is content to release some laughter while remaining silent to questions .
"He is tough." Said Fio, exhausted.
"Yes ... he will eventually give in." Replies Oswald.
"Dad, mom, go to sleep, it's best for you."
"Yes ... but Fio, be careful." Said Cagney.
"Don't worry, if in an hour he did not answer, I'll go to bed."
"All right, let's sleep now."
"His judgment will be tomorrow night, we'll see."
At this point, Oswald thinks what the devil told him. "Tomorrow night at midnight on the royal square" These words resonate in his head, he immediately thinks he might try to convince Hilda and Linda to follow him to this place during the judgment. It hurt a lot inside him, but he has no choice.
To be continued
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