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rocorambles · 4 years

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Pairing: Iwaizumi x reader mainly, with sides of Oikawa x reader, Hanamaki x reader, Matsukawa x reader

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, Toxic Relationships, Manipulation, Spanking, NSFW, Degradation, Non-Con/Dub-Con

Summary: Iwaizumi is the only one who has your heart, but you’re realizing that you should have read the fine print of the contract when you signed up to be his girlfriend. Maybe then you would have seen the names of the other three shareholders clearly written out.

Requested by Anon

If someone had asked you how you felt about love and the idea of soulmates when you first entered high school, you would have laughed in their face. You were growing up, becoming more jaded, becoming more knowledgeable about the world. You didn’t have time for silly romantic notions, not with school, extracurriculars, and cramming for the college entrance exam. But then you met a spiky haired boy with the most beautiful green eyes you’ve ever seen and suddenly, love didn’t seem so far fetched.

It wasn’t love at first sight, far from it. At most it was slight interest as the two of you sat through the same classes and walked past each other in the halls of Aoba Johsai. Neither of you yourselves really understand how it happened, but subtle nods of acknowledgement became friendly good mornings, polite small talk became playful exchanges full of inside jokes, and weekends spent separately became weekends you spent watching Iwaizumi’s volleyball games and going on dates to video arcades and movie theaters that were playing anything monster or Godzilla related. And now, as a third year, as an official adult, you think you just might have found your soulmate.

You cherish the moments you spend alone with Iwaizumi. Sometimes the moments are sweet as the two of you sit on a pair of swings and talk under the night sky full of stars twinkling, as if they’re winking at the two lovebirds encased in their soft glow. Sometimes the moments are heated as the two of you argue about which Godzilla remake is the best. Sometimes the moments are full of laughter as Iwaizumi holds you in his arms and recounts something stupid or funny that had happened at volleyball practice. And sometimes, now that both of you have passed the mark of adulthood and see each other for the man and woman you’ve both become, the moments are full of passion and desire as you lock the bedroom door and entangle limbs on a soft mattress.

Every second you have with your lover is perfect, but it’s becoming harder and harder to find time alone together. You like Iwaizumi’s friends. You really do. And you love the fact that he has such a good group of close friends, but sometimes you wonder if it’s normal for them to be so close to you as well.

Matsukawa isn’t so bad, but you can almost feel his large presence hovering around you as you walk from class to class. You’ve gotten used to the way his tall frame casually leans outside your classroom door when the bell rings and you shoot a smile at him, but you find it odd that he picks you up from classes even more often than Iwaizumi does. He’s become a second shadow by your side and at first you had found it unnerving, especially since he doesn’t speak much, but over time you’d grown to find comfort in the security he radiated and the soothing peacefulness his quiet personality offered.

On the other hand, there are definitely times when you wonder if you can muzzle Hanamaki. The chestnut haired boy has always been able to make you laugh and you genuinely enjoy talking to him, but his recent increase of pet names for you and his flirtatious remarks that borderline sexual innuendos make you tense. You had brushed off his initial usage of babe, honey, and sweetheart, but when he had called you a pillow princess in broad daylight, in front of your class, your cheeks had flamed a bright red and you had to fight the urge to slap him. But he always backed off at the perfect moment, right before you completely lost your cool, and you grudgingly continued conversing with him until the tension slackened and the two of you were back to your playful banter.

But the worst of them all is Oikawa. The first time he had planted a kiss on your cheek you had frozen stiff, but you had just chalked it up to his womanizing ways and shrugged it off. But it’s harder to ignore the way he’s constantly finding ways to hold your hand, twirl locks of your hair around his long fingers, and far too intimately rest his hands on your hips. It’s unfortunate for you since Oikawa is also the one who you always feel the need to be on your best behavior around. You know he’s Iwaizumi’s best friend, the longest friend he’s ever had, a friend he’s practically known and spent his entire life with. But that doesn’t stop the way unease churns in your gut whenever he’s around you and it feels like he’s always around. In fact, it feels like all three of them are always around you, almost even more so than your boyfriend himself.

You consider bringing it up to Iwaizumi in private multiple times, but even when the three get up to their antics right in front of your boyfriend, he never seems to be bothered. He just shrugs his shoulders and continues talking to you when Matsukawa offers to hold your bags for you. He just laughs when Hanamaki leers at you with barely concealed lust in his eyes and says he’d love to see you in the skimpiest bikini they could find for the upcoming beach trip you’re all planning. And even when you had stared at him with panic written all over your face as Oikawa forcefully pulled you until you were sitting in his lap, Iwaizumi had just nonchalantly looked up at the two of you and told you both to keep it down as he bent his head back down to continue studying. You trust Iwaizumi with your heart, your life, so if he’s fine with everything and he isn’t concerned, maybe you’re just overthinking things? Yeah, that must be it. You mentally chide yourself for being ‘that girl’ you’ve always hated and made fun of, ‘that girl’ who complains about her boyfriend’s friends for no legitimate reason. Disgusted at yourself for getting so worked up over nothing, you vow to take your boyfriend’s lead and just take it all in stride.

The rest of the school year continues until one day, your teacher decides to surprise you all with randomly assigning you partners for a project. The classroom groans. Isn’t it silly to forcefully pair up third years? It’s your last year and you all know each other enough to know exactly who you want to work with, but your teacher ignores your disgruntled muttering and that’s how you find yourself seated next to a boy you’ve seen around, but never really talked to outside of a few superficial lines of small talk. He’s nice enough and the two of you settle into a comfortable rhythm as you outline and plan out how to complete the project and you both smile as you exchange phone numbers, agreeing to text each other about when to meet up.

It’s just your luck that this project is going to take an entire month to finish and you whine to Iwaizumi about not getting more time to hang out with him, but he just chuckles and flicks your forehead, telling you to behave and get your work done. After all, what’s one month when you have an entire summer break to spend together, four years of college, and hopefully an entire rest of your lives to spend together? You blush at the implications of the last part of that sentence, but you wholeheartedly agree and you throw yourself into the project, hoping to keep your grades up even in your last year.

The work is more complex and time consuming than you had originally thought and your partner is just as studious as you, so the two of you find yourselves spending a lot of time together. You discuss what the best next step is between classes. You put your heads together at lunch as you both jot down ideas in your notebooks. You text each other about when’s a good time to meet up in person outside of school to keep on working. It’s all purely platonic, but the three sets of eyes following you, watching you, observing you narrow in displeasure.

You aren’t around Iwaizumi as much as you furiously work to complete your project and the boys use that to their advantage, crafting words, twisting tales, whispering into Iwaizumi’s ears every chance they can get. During practice, in the locker room, as they walk back home together, they constantly feed him lies, exaggerations, and condemning words. Matsukawa makes offhands comments about how friendly the two of you seem to have gotten, claiming he was surprised when he saw your partner tuck a lock of hair behind your ear as the two of you walked together in between classes. His eyes look on in amusement as they catch the brief furrow in Iwaizumi’s brows. Hanamaki teases Iwaizumi for being so oblivious. “Iwaizumi, her partner’s going to steal her from right under your nose at this rate. I mean I saw the way he looked at her when they were talking and he totally wants to fuck her. He could barely stop looking at her tits and ass, not that I can blame the guy.” He secretly smiles when he sees the ace’s fists clench at his words. But the breaking point is when Oikawa comes rushing into the volleyball gym, loudly exclaiming of your betrayal. “Iwa-chan! I accidentally read Y/N’s text when I was sitting next to her and her partner asked her to get coffee with him this weekend. They’re going on a date! You need to stop them.” The three third years share a dark amused look when Iwaizumi spikes the balls harder than usual at practice that day.

Furious is an understatement for how Iwaizumi is feeling and he knows he’s being an asshole, he knows the criticism he shouts at Kindaichi and Kunimi is more harsh than it should be, he knows he’s hitting the spikes way too hard for a normal practice when Watari flinches as he practices his receives. But he can’t bring himself to care as the image of you and that fucking bastard who’s your partner fill his mind. The first and second years steer clear of their vice captain as the team freshens up in the locker room and Iwaizumi is so caught up in his thoughts that he misses the way Oikawa ushers the juniors out as quickly as he can leaving just the four third years alone. He practically growls when a hand is gently placed on his shoulder, but he takes a deep breath to calm down when he turns and sees Hanamaki raising both of his arms in submission. His stomach knots a little at the sympathetic look in both Matsukawa’s and Hanamaki’s eyes, but he’s distracted by Oikawa shoving a phone into his hands. “Iwa-chan, you need to talk to her right now! She should be wrapping up her club activity right now too. Tell her to come.” It’s actually not a bad idea and with the encouragement of his friends he finds himself shooting a text your way and they all wait for you to arrive.

“Can you come to the locker room? We need to talk.” You worriedly bite your lip as you run as fast as you can to the boy’s locker room. The text had come out of nowhere and it sounded so serious, so...final. You shake your head rapidly dispelling your greatest fear. No, there’s no way Iwaizumi was breaking up with you, you know how much the two of you love each other, but what could possibly be wrong then? You're panting for breath by the time you reach the meeting spot and you bang on the doors, expecting your boyfriend to come out, so you yelp in shock when instead, the doors open and a strong arm hauls you inside until you’re in the middle of the lit room, held tightly against a familiar hard chest. You wince at the harsh grip Iwaizumi has on your hips as he burrows his head into the crook of your neck, but you soothingly rub his back, the only part of his body you have access to in your current position as you gently coax him into telling you what’s wrong.

A sarcastic laugh fills the room at your words and you flinch in surprise. You hadn’t realized anyone else was here and as your boyfriend’s grip loosens a bit, you squirm until you can look around and your face pales when you see the rest of the third years lounging around, staring at the both of you. “Hajime, I really shouldn’t be here, especially not if there are other guys in here. We’re going to get in so much trouble if someone finds out!” You struggle to escape his hold and rush out of the room, but his iron grip returns and holds you still.

“Is it true? Are you going on a date with your partner this weekend?”

“Wh-what?” You’re so flabbergasted by the question that your mouth flaps open and you make unintelligible sounds for a few seconds before you put yourself together. “Hajime, what are you talking about? Of course not! We’re just meeting up to work on the project.”

“I didn’t realize you get coffee at the most popular cafe in town for dates just to work on a project with someone you barely know.” You angrily whip your head around and scowl at Oikawa. You’re beginning to realize exactly what’s happening and you frantically clutch Iwaizumi’s face in your hands and plead with him to take your side, to believe you, but you know your words are falling on deaf ears as every question he asks you and every answer you respond with is spoken over by one of the other three figures predatorily staring at you. Your heart sinks as you see the fury building in his sharp eyes and tears well in your eyes as you feel his nails dig painfully into your skin as he tightens his hold on you even more with every filthy lie his friends spew. It only stops when you begin to sob and hold Iwaizumi almost as tightly as he’s holding you, blabbering on and on about how much you love him, how sorry you are for making him feel like he isn’t the only man you need in your life.

You revel in the way calloused hands loosen their grip and begin to tenderly stroke your hair and soon the only sounds in the room are your sniffles and Iwaizumi’s affirmation of his love for you, but when your cries finally subside, a hand grabs your chin and firmly forces you to look up until you lock eyes with the green you’ve come to love. “I love you and I know you love me, but you need to be punished. I can’t just let you get away with thinking that flirting, letting other men touch you, letting other men even think they have a chance to be with you is okay.” You nervously look at the other three men still silently watching the two of you and you beg Iwaizumi to save the punishment for home, for when the two of you are alone. You know what his punishments entail and there’s no way in hell you’re letting them witness it, but your resistance and struggling only serve to irritate your boyfriend even more. You flinch when loud tearing sounds fill the room before fabric flutters to the floor and you desperately try to hide your now naked body as your ruined clothing mockingly litters the ground around you.

Iwaizumi sits on the bench and pats his lap as he pointedly stares at you and you hesitantly stumble over and lay yourself across him, your ass perfectly positioned in the middle of his thighs and you shudder when you feel his hand sensually rub the plump mounds before grabbing a handful and teasingly squeezing the flesh. Humiliation lances through you when you hear Hanamaki’s wolf whistle almost right in your ear and despite everything inside of you telling you not to look, to pretend this isn’t happening, you turn your head and see the three of them far too close to Iwaizumi and you, their shadows falling across your prone figure. You quickly duck your head into the crook of your arms as you try to hide your face, but a warning smack on your ass has you lifting it again, although you keep your eyes straight ahead, refusing to look at your spectators.

“40 spanks.” “Hajime, that’s too much!” A smacking sound reverberates throughout the room and you scream at the sudden sharp pain. “I can increase it, babe. Don’t try me. I want you to count loud and clear and thank me after each hit. If any of us can’t clearly hear you, we’re starting from the beginning again.” You want to protest more, but the lingering ache from just that one hit stills your tongue and you whimper out a “yes, sir”.

Smack. “One. Thank you, sir.” Smack. “Two. Thank you, sir.” Smack. “Three. Thank you, sir.”

You try your best to keep the numbers in your head straight, to move your mouth and speak, but Iwaizumi is hitting you with the same force he uses in his spikes and pain and humiliation cloud your head and constrict your throat. When the thirteenth slap rains down all that escapes your mouth is a broken sob and you hear Oikawa’s voice mockingly sigh. “That’s no good. Iwa-chan told you what you need to say.” You clench your eyes shut in shame when Hanamaki moves to stand right in front of your face and crouches down until your eye to eye. “Did our little princess already forget how to count? Well, I hope you start counting like a big girl otherwise it’s going to be a long night.”

Smack. “One. Thank you, sir.” Smack. “Two. Thank you, sir.” Smack. “Three. Thank you, sir.”

You make it further this time, spurred on by your determination to get this over with, but it’s no use and you stumble over your words as the 24th hit comes down on your aching flesh. You quickly try to fix your mistake, but Matsukawa just smirks at you and wags his index finger at you and you recoil at being treated like a misbehaving child. Dread pools in your stomach as you wait for Iwaizumi to start from the beginning all over again, but a voice interrupts him.

“Iwa-chan, we have a game coming up. You shouldn’t overwork your arm.” Oikawa almost laughs at the confusion on Iwaizumi’s face and the hopeful glint in your eyes and he has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep the sick smile from stretching across his face when he sees your jaw drop at his next words. “Let’s take turns! We can forget about the counting rule since our silly little girl can’t seem to remember her numbers today. Iwa-chan’s already done more than his share, so how about 10 spanks each from the rest of us?” You wait for your boyfriend to stop this madness, to yell at them all in his trademark style, but panic consumes you when you feel him slide out from underneath you. “Not a bad idea, Shittykawa. Mattsun, you’re up.” Scrambling to get up, you raise yourself on all fours only to be shoved back down. “Behave,” your boyfriend grunts into your ear before affectionately kissing your temple as Matsukawa takes Iwaizumi’s seat and kneads your bruised cheeks. His hands are so big and you brokenly cry out from the pain of having the bruised flesh treated so roughly. It feels like ages before he finally stops his harsh handling of your sensitive skin, but you almost sob in relief when he begins to rain down hits. His slaps aren’t as powerful as Iwaizumi’s, but he purposefully aims for the tender spot where your thigh meets your ass and you scream as he repeatedly hits the same vulnerable spot over and over again. But despite the stinging pain, you don’t miss the way his other hand begins to slide down your back until it’s directly on your ass and you plead for him to stop as you feel long fingers spread your cheeks apart and fingertips begin to circle your tightly puckered hole, a hole even Iwaizumi hasn’t experienced yet. And for the first and only time of the night, your boyfriend’s voice sharply cuts through the air in warning and you relax as Matsukawa’s hand retreats back to your lower back.

Hanamaki’s up next and although he’s the weakest of the four, his hits are still strong enough that you whimper with every smack as your already abused bottom isn’t given any moment to rest. But what he lacks in power, he more than makes up for with his mouth and you try to cover your ears with your hands only to be stopped by Matsukawa gripping both your wrists tightly. “Damn, Iwaizumi. I’m jealous that you get to hit this whenever you want. You’re not going to be able to sit properly for days, princess. Red looks good on you. Shit, yeah, keep on squirming like that, sweetheart.” You freeze when you feel something hard nudging at your stomach. “Why’d you stop? You were making me feel so good.” You use all your willpower to stay as still as possible, but when fingers begin to dip into your pussy, your struggling renews. “Holy shit, you’re drenched, princess. Is this even a punishment if you enjoy it this much? Iwaizumi, your girl’s a slut.” Your ears burn with shame and you cry as Hanamaki rapidly thrusts his fingers in and out of you, the lewd wet sounds of your dripping cunt accompanying the loud smacks as his other hand continues your punishment. He finally finishes and you gasp when he rips his fingers out of you.

You whimper when you feel a new set of hands spread your legs apart. “Wow, you’re so pretty even down here, Y/N-chan!” A tongue flattens against your pussy and languidly takes one long swipe and despite your wailing and cries for him to stop, you feel your pussy get even wetter from Oikawa’s action. You’ve never been more thankful for your boyfriend than when he yells at Oikawa to stop fooling around and get on with the last part of your punishment and with a “Mean, Iwa-chan!” the tall brunette takes his place underneath you and almost affectionately rests his hand on your ass. But you know better. You’ve seen Oikawa’s serves up close and personal. And sure enough, when his hand comes swinging down, a loud, piercing sound fills the room and it takes you a minute to register that it’s your own voice echoing throughout the room. He pauses between each hit, waiting for you to fully come down, waiting for your senses to return to you, and when you’ve barely scraped yourself together, he whips his arm through the air again. It’s a vicious cycle and you think you might faint from the sheer overwhelmingness of it all when he’s only halfway through, but Oikawa’s always been a master of reading people and he patiently waits no matter how long it takes for you to collect yourself together, wanting you to be fully aware when his palm meets your ass. You know you should feel nothing but hate for the handsome setter, especially since he’s one of the reasons you’re in this position, but he knows just the right words, just the right tone to use as he murmurs praises and encouragements to you and with your body overwrought with exhaustion, pain, and humiliation, you melt at the sweet words that act as a pleasant temporary escape.

Iwaizumi’s quick to wrap you in his arms as soon as Oikawa’s last smack echoes throughout the room and he carefully rearranges you, making sure not to even brush against your bottom more than necessary, until you’re curled up in his lap, your hands weakly wrapping around him as your face sinks into his muscled chest. He can feel your body quivering against his and he peppers kisses all over the top of your forehead, murmuring about how well you took your punishment, what a good girl you are, how much he loves you. And he feels his heart absolutely melt when you look up at him with glassy eyes and tell him how much you love him. He’s so lovestruck that he doesn’t even question the way your eyes trail to the other three men as you continue with your barely coherent words, apologizing for everything that you did. He doesn’t notice how you completely relax in his arms only when Matsukawa nods at you, Hanamaki smiles at you, and Oikawa winks at you in approval and forgiveness.

Iwaizumi is the only one who has your heart, but you’re realizing that you should have read the fine print of the contract when you signed up to be his girlfriend. Maybe then you would have seen the names of the other three shareholders clearly written out. But as your eyelids grow heavy and you sink further into the toned body and earthy scent that have become like home to you, you vaguely think that it might all be worth it as long as Iwaizumi and you have each other.

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megumis-lashes · 3 years

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Hi can I request Megumi with a very touchy crush

Megumi with a touchy crush HCs!

Fushiguro Megumi x Reader ^^

An: Hello! Sorry for the late response but I hope you can enjoy this anyways! Since it’s not specified I made this headcannons since that was easier! If you want anything different in future requests please specify at least: format, POV and gender! If you don’t I’ll just do whatever ^^

Contains: Touchy reader/physical contact, Megumi x reader, written with a female reader in mind but generally left as gn!, angst if you squint lol, possibly mistakes as my genius self is writing this at like 12am, just fluffff :) oh and you’re shorter than Megumi lol. (Oh and sorry if Megumi is a tad OOC in the drabble cuz his reactions can be tricky to write for 😅)

Word Count: 1.7k (I got carried away once again lol)

Soooo.... Megumi with a touchy crush? Sign me up!

Now we all know that Megumi is rather reserved and pretty straight forward so I think at first his reaction to your touchiness may be a bit awkward

Not awkward in the sense that he’s uncomfortable being around you but more as in he’s a bit.... shy

He’s not adjusted to receiving a lot of physical contacts so initially, he wasn't quite sure how to react

His overall awkwardness really depends on how long he’s known you

If he just met you during high school he would probably be a bit shocked at how comfortable you were with casual physical affection

While you would think nothing of it and treated practically everyone you knew (and were comfortable with) like this, Megumi would still be surprised

While Yuuji and Nobara would adjust to your touchiness quite quickly, Megumi would probably stay blushy about it for a month or so until he wouldn't think much about it anymore

it’d be a bit different if he knew you for a while or even knew you as childhood friends

Typically being touchy doesn't become a habit overnight sooo he’d be a lot more used to it and barely think about it

I don’t see him as one to openly accept or adjust to physical affection without being a bit shy

He’d probably tease you or question you about it from time to time and be one to begrudgingly accept affection

Totally be one to act really annoyed by your touchiness but in reality, he treasures the soft moments away from danger

All of this would change when he realizes he has a crush on you though :0

Cue blushy, awkward Megumi and oblivious you featuring another oblivious idiot, Yuuji, and an all-knowing Nobara

Megumi isn’t one to develop crushes immediately or overnight since he must value that person’s personality most of all

He thought of you as purely platonically within these first few months of knowing you untilllll his brain just clicked

He was like.... ‘Oh shoot... I have a crush....”

Having a crush is refreshing for Megumi but also quite distracting with how touchy you are

Instead of just ignoring the affection or casually playing it off, Megumi forgets how to react

Now he knows that deep down he really likes receiving affection from you cuz he realized how he likes you more than just a companion or classmate

Cue Megumi being 10 times more awkward than usual

Normally if you were to walk up to him and throw your arm over his shoulder playfully or something like that he’d either ignore it, pretend it's not happening or just playfully shove your arm off his shoulder

Now he just freezes and is like ‘oh what to do’

Would be that person who googles ‘how to act normally around your crush’ but at the same time think its stupid and stop reading the article like five minutes in lol

He’d probably have one of two reactions:

Cease to function and just stand awkwardly still or

Awkwardly pull away

...

Now as much as Megumi pretends to hate your touchiness, you do know that he’s okay with you playing around so this reaction is pretty unusual

You probably are a little confused as to why he’s acting like this

Like huhh????? I thought we were good?????

Cue Megumi continuing to be awkward for a while

Everyone became more awkward than usual since that day because the friendly atmosphere was put off due to Megumi being even more closed off than usual

He practically avoids you at this point

Ofc you start to feel bad about it

Like did you do something wrong??? Take it too far??

Touchiness has always been in your nature and seeing someone react so sharply to it makes you feel insecure about your habits so you lessen the touchiness within the friend group

and everyone notices

Yuuji misses your playfulness and Megumi is simply overwhelmed and lost within his own thoughts and emotions

Nobara is the most.... suspicious

While examining Megumi lately (not in a weird way she swears) she noticed the sudden change in behavior

That’s when she realized ‘Does the Fushiguro Megumi have a crush????’

Ofc her curiosity gets the best of her so she just has to question Megumi

So she does

After a small mission the team had gone on, she asked Megumi to talk

‘So promise to answer truthfully.’

‘Yes I promise”

‘Do you have a crush on Y/N?’

“Huh’ Megumi deadpans. This came out of nowhere

As much as he wishes to play it cool and dismiss the girl’s thoughts, he physically cannot and instead goes into blushy cannot function mode

Nobara takes notice to this immediately

‘Aha! So I was correct! Take that Yuuji!’

Yes they totally made bets on this

Once again Megumi is lost

‘Huh? Bets on what?”

‘Bets on what?”Are you seriously that oblivious? On your crush! It’s so obvious it’s painful!” She sighed dramatically

Now Megumi is even more lost

Like sure he was confused about where his crush stands but he wasn’t aware that he was obvious????

Nobara goes on to explain how stiffly he reacts to your touches and how his blush doesn’t really go unnoticed

She also explains how you were moping around lately cuz you thought you made him uncomfortable

Shocked at this new found information he rushed out of their real quick to go... idk possibly confess but be more focused on apologizing

AN: Here’s a quick scenario in first person of how that would go since I have zero self-control :0

I was settled on the small bed in my school dorm room. Placed upon a stack of pillows was my laptop, through which played whatever random Netflix show I chose. It didn’t really matter what it was as the media was quickly discarded by my mind and treated as background noise. My mind was swimming with rather..intrusive thoughts. As much as I wanted to relax and shut off my mind for the night I simply couldn’t. My thoughts continued to drift back to a certain ravenette and the issues that had circled around him for a while now. Fushiguro Megumi, a boy I met a few years back when beginning jujutsu. We were friends... or at least I considered us friends and I had taken quite a liking to the boy. Despite his distant and rather closed off personality, I had developed a casual and comfortable bond with the male... or so I thought. All changed when he started acting strangely, almost as if I had hurt him or bothered him a little too much with my habits. Admittedly I was a bit hurt over Megumi’s actions but I was more confused. I had always been touchy, so why the sudden reaction to it?

As if the world was messing with me, a knock sounding from my dorm room door shook me from my train of thought.

“Coming!” I quickly pushed the blankets and began walking towards the door. The person behind that door was definitely not who I was expecting. Behind the door stood Megumi Fushiguro, pacing lightly as his hand slightly ruffled his hair.

“Megumi?! Did you need something?” It was strange to see Megumi at my door as it was nearing 9 PM and he was usually one to avoid unnecessary intrusions.

“Oh hi Y/N. Sorry to bother you so late but I’ve come to apologize..” He explained, carding his hand through his hair nervously.

“Apologize for what exactly?” I questioned.

“For how I’ve been acting lately..” He stated. I shook my head.

“Ahh about that... I’ve been meaning to ask you something..” I mumbled. “Megumi.. do I uhh.. make you uncomfortable? I mean I know I’m kinda touchy and I’ve noticed that you uh don’t-”

“No no no! That's what I’m here to clear up about... Look it's not what you think! You don’t make me uncomfortable I’ve just been too focused on my own thoughts to realize why you may think that...’ We’re both way too oblivious’ or at least that’s what Nobara says..” He trailed off. I sighed in relief. I was happy, albeit a bit confused but still happy that he didn’t despise me.

“Ok ok.. I’m glad you don’t hate me at least!” I smiled, throwing my arm around his shoulder as I did in the past. “I do have one question though!”

“Ask away.” He quietly chuckled, finally at ease in my touches.

“What do you mean ‘we’re both oblivious’? And what does Nobara have to do with this?” I questioned, leaning my head onto the taller male’s shoulder. His eyes widened a bit as he glanced away awkwardly.

“Well, you see... I don’t really know how to say this but..”

“Just spit it out already!” I playfully slapped his back.

“I have a crush on you...” He mumbled looking away.

“....huh” I deadpanned. “That’s why you were awkward all of a sudden? All because you like me? Wait you like me?!” I shook my head, leaving the casual embrace we had settled into.

“Yeah... that’s not a bad thing is it?” He questioned, once again rubbing at his neck nervously.

“No no of course not!” I waved dramatically. “I’ll let you know that I like you too! Quite a lot actually!” I chuckled thinking of Nobara’s words. “Now I understand what she was saying about obliviousness... Now that I think about it you were sooo obvious! I'm ashamed that I didn’t notice sooner.” I sighed, coming down from my small laughing fit.

“ Hey well, I didn’t know how to act! I was trying my best ok....” He mumbled. I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his left cheek, chuckling at his blushy reaction.

“Don’t worry about it! I mean we cleared everything up didn’t we?” I pondered.

“So uhh.. do you wanna be my girlfriend then?” He questioned, looking as flustered as ever.

“I’d love that!” I smiled. Glancing at my watch my eyes widened.

“Hey, it's getting late! Why don’t you come watch Netflix with me yeah?!” I pulled the ravenette into my dorm, leaving him little time to respond. That night we drifted off together surrounded by the noise of old Netflix movies and warmed by the feeling of love.

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inmusicalseveryoneisscreaming · 5 years

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Little Miss Perfect

A non Newsiestober project based off of Taylor Louderman and Write Out Loud’s song “Little Miss Perfect”

Straight hair, straight A’s, straight forward.

Katherine sighed, straightening her hair as she always did before school. Her hair naturally was curly, a large mass of rings on her head. But she had a reputation to uphold, a mold to fit into. Katherine smiled, looking in the mirror at her newly straight hair.

She checked her grades quickly, quickly going to check them online. It was a normal routine for her, she had to keep on top of her grades. If she didn’t, she could fall. Katherine can’t risk falling. Finally seeing the grades all A’s appeared, just as she’d hoped. Just as she’d expected. A small sigh of content fell out of her mouth, she was popular and smart, it’s a great life she’s living. Everything’s okay, right? Wrong.

Straight past, I don’t cut corners. I make a point to be on time. Head of the student council!

Katherine’s past school-wise was well known to almost everyone. She started from a quirky elementary school girl to a beautiful, happy popular girl. A girl who gets along with anyone, but deflects any flirting and compliments from the guys trying to pick her up.

She always had to be on time, that was her thing. She was perfect. She smiled at every teacher, being there at least five minutes before class and discussing things with the teachers. The student council was another place she would go to and allow her leadership come out. Leading the student council was fun, and it made her ever so happy to know she had something that she could control.

I don’t blackout at parties, I jam to Paul McCartney.

Parties were always something that the whole weekend was filled with for the auburn haired girl. There was barely any moment to breathe anymore, seeing as at least one party was always on the schedule. But, the moments that she could just sit down and breathe, it only lasted for a very short amount of time. After a few minutes of sitting and trying to relax, there’d be a phone buzz or a call from one of her parents.

If you ask me how I’m doing, I’ll say... well…

Katherine had put up that fake persona of happiness all the time. Katherine hadn’t really been that happy all the time, Katherine was putting up a façade. She’s a pretty popular girl, who has sculpted herself to perfection. She can’t let go of that now, she can’t let people know how much she’s actually hurting. Nobody can know her stupid insecurities that are hidden deep down inside of her. Instead of telling her true feelings to anybody, she’d just flash a smile. Fake happiness coating her voice anytime she answered ‘fine.’

I was adopted when I was two. My parents spoiled me rotten, often.

Katherine had two mothers. Her father, Joseph, died when she was only one. Her mother had died when she gave birth to Katherine. Kath spent the first two years of her life in an adoption center, and when her mothers adopted her, Katherine got used to the lesbian relationship. Growing up knowing it was okay, nothing was wrong. She got anything she wanted, anything she asked for. It was to a point Kath felt bad for doing that to her mothers.

Often I ask myself, “What did I do?” To get as far as I’ve gotten.

Katherine didn’t know what she did to do this. She felt terrible of herself, for putting her moms through all of that. Katherine wanted to be different, she didn’t want to be this mess that she was. The spoiled, bratty, messy mess she was. But, of course, she hid it. Every single time. She acted like nothing was wrong. She acted like everything could and would be okay. Her friends didn’t question her, her friends let her be. She was grateful for that, it was selfish, but it needed to be hidden. It was for her reputation, her stance.

A pretty girl walks by my locker, my heart gives a flutter, but I don’t dare utter a word!

Katherine was standing by her locker, just getting things out of it as normal. It was the start of a new day, Katherine needed to be there early as always. The moment she turned, there she was. With a bright smile and kissable lips and long curls… As she walked by Kath’s locker, Katherine felt her face go hot. Her heart went fluttering, just the slightest bit, and she mentally scolded herself. She’s a normal girl. A normal, pretty, popular, straight girl. I mean, being gay is normal, Katherine thought, but not to everyone else. Nobody would like her if she admitted that the moment a pretty girl walked by, her heart rate would speed up drastically, until her face was as red hot as possible.

Cause that would be absurd behavior for “Little Miss Perfect”!

Katherine was with her friends, she thought of telling them. She thought of telling them that she was gay, that she felt like she could love and hold any nice girl who’d be willing to love her back. But, she just couldn’t. Katherine fell under her friends’ gazes, feeling as though they’d hurt her. Kill her social status. Spread rumors that she’d kiss and date any pretty girl that she could find. That she’d hurt any girl just for a girlfriend. Being a lesbian would be absurd behavior for her, “Little Miss Perfect.” She sighed, just shaking it off. Her friends continued talks of their boyfriends or cute boys. Katherine just sat there, forcing smiles so her friends thought she was okay. On the inside, though, she just wasn’t.

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na no, you can't risk falling off your throne. La-la-la-la-la-la-la love is something you don’t even know

Katherine can’t risk losing her status now. Everyone knows her, everyone is at least tolerant of her, she isn't hurt. Katherine doesn't even know what love looks or feels like. A flutter of her heart is way different than love. Katherine would never know that. She had to stay in hiding, she can't show her love. She can't fall off of her throne. She's Katherine Plumber, head of student council.

Straight hair, straight A’s, straight forward, straight girl!

It's another day. Katherine once again quickly straightened her hair, keeping the mess of curls hidden from sight. She jumped online quickly and checked her grades. Still all A’s, nothing less to expect from her. Katherine quickly looked at herself in the mirror. She looked normal, she was normal. If she said she was gay, that'd all go away. She muttered to herself, she's a straight girl. She likes boys, that's it. She's straight, like all her friends.

“Little Miss Perfect” that’s me!

With a single step into the school, her friends ran up to her with big smiles. A few of them arm and arm with some tall boy, and a few of them gushing to Kath. Kath smiled, she can't slip up and be rude, she has to be perfect. She encourages her crushing friends, and greeting the boyfriends of her other ones. Just smile, Katherine thought, keep the perfect persona you've shown them. You're not Katherine Plumber, lesbian outcast. You're Katherine Plumber, straight popular girl.

One night my friend stayed over. We laughed, and drank and ordered.

Sarah Jacobs was sort of an outcast. A really pretty outcast at that. But, she was one of Katherine’s friends. One night, Sarah came to plan with Kath so they could get rid of a stalker Sarah had. They ended up having a good time, laughing over the stupidest of things. It was probably because of the few drinks they'd had; Katherine was home alone after all. Sarah thought it'd be fun, Katherine agreed, her friend suggested it, she felt obliged. She usually didn't drink, but if Sarah wanted to.

Something about her drew me in. What? It's totally platonic!

Katherine realized she couldn't stop smiling when Sarah talked or did anything. Something about how Sarah talked and made big hand motions and melted with fondness made Katherine’s heart pound just the slightest bit faster. Katherine shook herself a no, it's not a crush. This is all platonic, right? Oh, no, Katherine, you have a crush. And her intoxicated mind didn't mind.

That night was so exciting. Her smirks were so enticing. Hours speed by like seconds. Then what happens is iconic!

Anytime that a small smirk spread across Sarah’s face, Kath felt a small pink blush spread onto her cheeks. Sarah Jacobs was such an attractive person, and that smirk made her all the more endearing. Katherine thought she’d never stop fawning secretly over her. The hours and days and months of crushing had gone by only a few seconds. Katherine’s heartbeat quickened as Sarah turned to her. “Truth or dare?” Katherine’s face all but brightened as she nodded, grabbing another drink that Sarah had brought up for them. They sat, starting to play the game. It was all very middle school; it was all very childish. But, Katherine couldn’t find herself to care at the moment.

She takes a sip; I bite my lip. She tells a joke, I nearly choke.

Anytime Sarah Jacobs took a sip of any drink, Katherine’s eyes darted down to her lips. It wasn’t that noticeable, at least Katherine didn’t think so, but it still caused her to blush wildly. To try and start the urge of lunging forward to kiss her, she quickly went down to bite her lip. As much as she wanted to kiss Sarah forever until she was breathless, but alas, she just can’t.

She braids my hair, I sit there, blacking out for the first time!

As they’d continued the game, Sarah kneeled behind Katherine and started braiding her hair. It was in its natural form, curly and slightly frizzy. It didn’t stop Sarah though, not at all. Grabbing the curled strands quickly, she’d gently intertwine them, and Katherine’s breath would hitch, and she wouldn’t be able to say anything. Katherine’s chest was blooming with some warmth of some kind. It was as if her heart were a flower. With Sarah’s touch being the water and Sarah’s smile being the sunlight. With each smile and each touch, the flower in Kath’s heart only grew wider. Never would Kath think of saying this. But, right now, she wasn’t thinking straight.

Next thing I know, I lose control. I finally kiss her, but, oh no.

Once Sarah and her were back, staying face to face, Katherine’s flower was finally at full bloom. She couldn’t help it anymore, not at all, she just had to do something so she could get her feelings out to Sarah. Sarah couldn’t ruin her reputation, she wouldn’t dare tell anybody that she’s gay, right? Impulsively, without a second thought, Katherine threw her arms around Sarah’s neck and kissed her. Sarah, to Katherine’s surprise, kissed her right back, putting her hands on Kath’s waist. Katherine’s heart was booming against her ribcage, threatening to break through her chest and fall out. Just the feeling of Sarah holding her by the waist, Sarah moving her lips against Katherine’s own, everything felt perfect. Until, Katherine’s eyes opened and went up to her window. The golden-brown gaze of her eyes opened up in fear, and her arms, still around Sarah’s neck, were trembling in fear and pure self-hatred.

I see a face in my window! And my mind starts to go!

Katherine saw a flash of a camera, shining through the window quickly. Hesitantly, Kath had to pull away from the other-worldly kiss. Katherine grabbed the flashlight, shining it towards the window to see the face… The face of some taller boy that was quickly recognizable as Morris Delancey. Morris had always wanted to get with Katherine, anytime she ran into him at school he’d get close to her face, and flirt with her, even try and brushed his lips against her own. It made her a whole new level of uncomfortable, but once again, no one will ever know that. Katherine felt a small tear go down her face, and she quickly jumped up and ran out of her own house. Leaving Sarah alone.

Na-na-na-na-na-na-no! You can’t risk falling off your throne! La-la-la-la-la-la-love! Is something you don’t even know!

Katherine just slumped onto a nearby bench, feeling small tears fall. Sobs racked through her body, she couldn’t help it. She thought she was ready, she thought she’d be ready to tell everyone, to kiss her crush and best friend and love her forever and ever. But, she just couldn’t. She really couldn’t. She can’t get off of her throne, her throne was where she was forever placed. Like a toy a broken toy that a child’s parent had glued together to be fixed and stay there forever. Katherine Plumber, popular straight girl. Being straight is fine, being straight is what you are. You aren’t gay, you aren’t gay, you aren’t gay… Oh, who are you kidding yourself, Katherine.

Na-na-na-na-na-na-no! You can’t risk falling off your throne! La-la-la-la-la-la-love! You don’t even know.

Katherine continued to write her head mournful no’s. She just couldn’t… She couldn’t love anyone, she had to hide her true feelings. How she truly felt with her lesbian heart pumping as fast as ever after kissing Sarah. She had to conceal it, hope no one found out. But, who was she kidding, there was a picture of them kissing. Most certainly there’d be rumors, people would find out. She would be ruined, everything that she’d worked for. Katherine felt more tears slip down her face.

Rewind, induce amnesia. Deny the truth it’s easier.

The next day, Katherine felt herself trying to avoid Sarah. Denying the truth anything went on. Especially when Morris approached her. “No, that’s not me, you’re mistaking me.” Kath had said, and it hurt her to say it, but she had done it.

You’re just confused, believe her. When she says “There’s nothing there.”

Katherine just stared at her phone as Sarah was texting. Bubbles upon bubbles appearing. All from the contact of Sarah. “There’s nothing there, Katherine.” A single tear slid down her cheek. “I won’t tell anyone at all, okay? Just don’t do that again.” A silent sob went through her body. “Katherine, answer me.” Kath just couldn’t as she shook violently. She wrapped herself up in a blanket, sobs silently wracking through her body.

It’s never worth it… When you’re “Little Miss Perfect.”

Katherine didn’t want to tell anyone. It just wasn’t worth it to tell anyone. She had to be here and stay like she was. She was the perfect one. Her moms loved her, her moms always would, she knew that. But, Katherine just couldn’t love herself like this. She thought that the Kath she knew would disappear if she was herself. If she let herself be a lesbian girl, she’d be the talk of the town. She’d be mocked, everything would be ruined. It’s not worth it. It’d never be worth it.

Not when she’s Little Miss Perfect.

#Katherine Plumber Pulitzer #Sarah Jacobs #Newsbians #Little Miss Perfect #Newsies #92sies #Newsies 1992 #fic #NoT nEwsIeStoBeR wHat?!

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honeylikewords · 5 years

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hey can i request a peter maximoff x f!reader? where its during apocalypse and kinda follows their realtionship through it, from when he saves her from the x mansion. obviously im not expecting a long ass thing lol just small snippets or something! thank you!!!

hey anon? this is so darn cute, thank you SO much! (you phrased this so politely and i 100% adore and appreciate polite anons who are aware that i’m a busy gal :’) you’re a sweetie! also, thank you for specifying the pronouns and gender, that always helps!)

plus, i’ve been itching to write more peter stuff as of late to branch out a bit, so let’s try a few of these out! it’s been a hot minute since Apocalypse came out, though, so please be lenient if i forget some of the finer details of the plot!

(btw i know you said you weren’t expecting anything long but i got carried away! also, i know this deviates a little from what you probably had in mind, but i wanted to tie it in with my larger peter narrative!)

I think Peter would probably not have a girlfriend before or during the events of Apocalypse-- at least not in a conventional sense. He was pretty defeated and reclusive after Days of Future Past (aka “That One Time He Broke A Murderer Out Of Jail On A Dare And Said Murderer Nearly Assassinated The President And Destroyed The White House And Oh Also? That Murderer Is His Dad”) and kept to himself. A self-described ‘loser’, Peter just didn’t want to bother with people any more: he felt like he’d let everyone down.

That’s why I always imagined that if Peter was going to be in a relationship with someone, he’d have to know them as a close friend who has been in his life for a while. I think he’s prone to flighty crushes based on the way someone looks (he doesn’t ‘fall’ for them, but rather flirts with them until he gets bored), but he finds that, deep inside, what he really needs is someone to keep him in line, call him out on his bad behavior, and remind him of what really counts, and what really makes him a hero: protecting other people and doing his best for them.

So, I argue that Peter’s best friend would be the one who loves him and who he loves, but that they never clarified their emotions to one another, and then Peter became a recluse and shut-in after the incident with freeing Erik, so neither of them is aware of how the other feels. After all, Peter felt personally responsible and horrified to know that his actual, biological father was... that kind of person, so he was already an emotional mess just trying to sort out the fact that he is the son of a very dangerous, very unstable man. But at the same time, he was desperate to find Erik and know if his father knew about him, to understand him better, to see where he, himself, came from.

I imagine that Peter’s friend would try to talk him out of it on the basis that Erik is a clear and present danger to people and would probably not sympathize with Peter’s plight (”He blew up the White House, Peter!”). But, since Peter is such an obstinate, bull-headed young man, he pushed on, insisting that he could find something out about his father.

Maybe it’s because, deep down, Peter worries that he, himself, is the bad guy; he worries that this kind of violence, these kinds of mistakes, this failure, is bred into his bones. His mom’s a drinker, his dad’s a terrorist. One’s a little worse than the other, but it still bothers him to think that maybe he is the result of pure dysfunction. He needs to know if that bitter kind of blood runs in his veins, too, or if he can change his fate.

So, knowing that Peter is going to run headlong into danger like he always does, his friend comes along, citing that he’ll need someone to “yank him by the ear when he does some dumbshit stunt”, inevitably.

Peter ran from D.C. to the X-Mansion in the film, so if he brings his friend with, he’ll likely have to carry her (and take periodic breaks so she doesn’t get motion sick or whiplash), all the while trying not to let his hands wander too much, nor to let himself stare at her and watch as she clings to him and her hair bounces in the breeze his speeds creates. She looks so pretty as she blinks, her lashes kissing together... He then makes himself look away so he doesn’t build his hopes up too high.

I think Peter really severely considers himself a complete and total loser, fluke, failure, and mistake, so he doesn’t think someone as sensible, pretty, and kind as his friend could ever love him. He’s happy(ish) to just stay her friend if that means keeping her in his life. He just wants something constant, something familiar, something stable, and she brings that to him.

As they arrive at the X-Mansion, he feels something’s off, and the moment he looks at the place, he gets that itchy feeling all up and down his spine that says “something’s wrong”. He sets his friend down at a safe distance from the school and makes sure to slow down to her speed so she can see him as he says “I gotta go for a sec. You wait here.”

He tucks the Twinkie he’d picked up at the gas station during their last break into her hand and zips off to handle the explosion and save as many students (and dogs eating pizza) as he can. Once they’re safely removed, he returns to his beloved and stands between her and the explosion, wrapping her in a tight hug and tucking her in so that if any part of the blast rattles them, she’ll be safe in his arms. He slows down and the world returns to normal, his friend clinging to him.

“What did you DO?!,” she shrieks.

“I just saved everyone’s lives, that’s what!”

“You BLEW UP the SCHOOL?!”

“NO, someone else did that! I got everyone out! Jeez, someone’s not grateful to her hero, huh?”

But she pauses for a moment, cupping her hands on his cheeks and noticing he has a few smudges of dirt and soot from the burning air in the mansion. She strokes a thumb over the harsh line of his cheekbone, smearing the dust on his face. He grows very quiet as his heart runs even faster than normal, its beats shaming the fluttering of hummingbird wings.

“You’re a mess,” she murmurs. “Someone’s gotta look out for you, big hero.”

“That’s why I’ve got you,” he replies. “To look out for me.”

She nods and gently squeezes his face, and he can feel the tips of her fingers brush against the long ends of his silver hair, barely a ghost of a touch. He still shivers.

In the background, stones collapse and timbers creak, letting out almighty groans and snarls as the oxygen gets eaten up by ravenous flames. Peter shivers again, but for a different reason: there’s real destruction happening before him. Hundreds of people could be dead if he hadn’t intervened, and she could have been among that body count if he hadn’t been careful.

From there, Peter realizes the severity of the situation. It’s no longer fun and games, no longer hide-and-go-seek with an absentee father. It’s life or death stakes. And he doesn’t want her involved in any of this.

Peter intentionally hides her away before he makes his break to go find Erik, insisting that she stay clear of all of this. She tries to fight him and come with, but he grips her arms and looks deep into her eyes, a strange kind of gravity in his demeanor. Peter is normally never so serious, but as he looks at her and squeezes her, she knows, things are far from normal for him.

“I need you to stay here,” he stresses, emphatically shaking her. “You cannot get into this with me. I’m not gonna let that happen.”

“Peter--”

“No. This is my problem. This is as far as I’m letting you go with me.”

“But--”

“I’m sorry, okay? Just... don’t miss me too much. I’ll always find a way back to, ya know, drive you crazy.”

He leans forward, and kisses her brow, quick and light. The gesture could almost be mistaken for something fratenal, had both their hearts not leapt and their eyes fixed on each other. His hand lingers on her a touch longer than it ought to for a platonic moment, and as he walks away, he casts another glance over his shoulder. She looks into his deep, dark brown eyes, and smiles at him nervously.

“Hey! You... you come back home to me, alright?”

Peter takes a deep breath and flashes her his biggest, toothiest smile.

“You bet your pretty little ass I’m gonna.”

She flips him off, laughing (though he notices her eyes remain tight with worry, and he blows a theatric kiss towards her, trying to seem goofy and playful despite the growing knot of anxiety in the pit of his stomach. He wants her to feel relaxed, and to see him confident. After all, he thinks grimly, this may be the last time she sees him.

But he can’t imagine not seeing her again. He doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to think about her living a quiet life without his racket, without him there to bother her, to annoy her, to love her, whether silently or out in the open.

When he’s captured, Peter begins to despair and panic, though he masks it under his usual layers of humor and sarcasm. Though he’s quippy outside, inside, he’s riddled with worry. He might die here, in a metal cage, surrounded by freaks, and never get to tell the girl he loves that he cares about her.

He’s spent his whole life a few degrees removed, desperate to appear so aloof and carefree, but only now does he realize how much he wanted to say and do. He swears to himself that once he’s free, and once this is over, he’s going to tell the truth. He’s going to take her home and hug her tight and kiss her ‘til they both can’t breathe and he’s going to tell her, flat out, that he’s in love with her, come hell, high water, or the nuclear destruction of the earth.

From there, things progress as they must, and, eventually, Peter does come home. But he’s hobbling on a broken leg, covered in dirt and grime, looking exhausted and sweaty. His beloved runs up to him as the plane touches down, her hands spread as tears burst from her. He falls into her, gratefully and exhaustedly hugging her close. God, she feels so good, even as she weeps into his hair and runs her hands panickedly all across his back and torso, as if feeling for injuries.

“Oh, Peter, oh, god, baby, what happened?”

He’s in her arms and halfway ready to tell her, but pauses, resting his head on her shoulder tiredly as he smiles.

“Did you just call me ‘baby’, sweetie?”

“...Did you just call me ‘sweetie’?”

“I asked you first.”

“I asked you second... baby.”

They lean on each other for a moment before they manage to stumble towards a place to sit down and rest Peter’s leg as the emergency response teams and paramedics appear to take care of the injured. Peter leans his head against her chest and closes his eyes, hearing her heartbeat. That pulse reminds him of the promise he made to himself.

He reaches out and takes her hand, intwining their fingers and squeezing her.

“Hey, babe, I have something I need to tell you.”

“Yeah?”

“...I, uh, I was thinking about some, um, stuff. And I realized some stuff about myself and about what I care about and... I, you know, I didn’t end up telling Magnet-Head about... who I am. Because I think I realized that I don’t really need him. He’s not my family. He’s never been there for me, and I don’t need to keep chasing him to know where I’m supposed to be, you know?”

“...Peter, what are you saying?”

He takes a deep, shaky breath and nuzzles in closer, letting his tired eyes fall shut as he takes in the smell of her; smoke and ash and just the littlest hint of perfume. All her. Warm and present.

“I’m saying... the people who matter in your life aren’t always the ones who, you know, you share DNA with. Sometimes the most important people are the ones who have been there for a long time, and you realize you love them and you can’t live without them and-- oh, fuck it.”

He sits up, puts his hands on her cheeks, and looks into her eyes, smiling as sweetly as he can with all the butterflies coursing through his stomach.

“I love you. And you’re more a part of my family than that guy could ever be to me.”

“...Are you saying I’m like a sister to you?”

Peter pauses, then snorts, rolling his eyes. He lets out a playful, exasperated sigh, and presses his forehead to hers, his tired muscles groaning with relief to find solace in her.

“No. I mean that I love you. As in ‘I want to be around you forever’ love you. As in ‘you’re my best friend but even more than that’ love you. As in ‘can I kiss you’ love you.”

He gets his answer as she rubs her thumb on his small, chapped bottom lip, staring at it hungrily.

“Thought you’d never ask, you big jerk.”

In a pile of rubble, on an overcast day, with a broken leg, after the threat of nuclear armageddon, after the most taxing and painful battle of his life, Pietro Django Maximoff has his first kiss. Far from his house, far from the little world he used to inhabit, he finds his home, pressed into the lips of the girl he’s known and loved all along.

Peter swears, for years after, that the kiss healed his broken leg. She always bats his chest and tells him to check his facts and remember the full limb cast he was in for a month. Then he kisses her again and remarks that nothing could hurt him with her love in his heart, and they both laugh at the schmaltz and sweetness of the love they’ve built together.

#this got so LONG ghksfhklfdh #gif warning #messages #peter maximoff #pietro maximoff #x men #marvel #Anonymous

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dinoroarrrrrr · 7 years

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CHILLING OUT MAXING RELAXING ALL COOL | DANORA

TAGGING: Dino Lopez ( @dinoroarrrrrr ) and Dani Harper ( @daninotela )

DATE: Monday, June 5, 2017

SUMMARY: Dani asked Dino to come over and dye her hair, some unexpected fuckery take place in the best way

WARNING: nsfw material (sexual)

DANI was starting to grow bored of her hair. She’d begun dying it as soon as she’d moved out of her parents’ house, and she couldn’t remember the last time it was left its natural dark brown color. Evidently, normal had just never been her style, and one color or another, Dani was definitely dying her hair today. Of all of the opinions she’d gotten in response to her status earlier, it was a surprise to exactly no one that Dino’s would be the one she’d listen to. The other girl just had this way of having Dani do anything she wanted, and she really wasn’t complaining at all. Dino’s choice had been the reason for the water running blue as Dani stood in the shower washing out the excess dye, and why the light blue towel she’d used to dry off her hair afterwards was staining dark. Luckily, her roommate was used to her turning everything blue by now, she was pretty sure. Although she was positive Dino felt at home here, she didn’t want to leave her alone for long, so dressed quickly, and pulled a brush through her newly dyed hair as she made her way out of the bathroom and to her bedroom where she’d left her best friend hanging out with Drummer. Running her fingers through her hair, she walked into the room and over to Dino, standing in front of her. “Okay, what do you think?” she asked, twirling slowly on the spot, “Go ahead, admire your work.”

DINO had been fucking stoked when Dani said she was dying her hair, because Dino was so there for the blue hair. It didn't take too long to get the dye spread pretty evenly through Dani's hair, and while Dino had worn gloves, you could find random patched of blue on her skin. That's what she got for wearing next to nothing at all times, but she did manage not to get a single stain on her new shorts, so there was that. Playing with Drummer, barking at him with faux anger, they both waiting for Dani to emerge newly dyed hair and all. As soon as she came out of the shower, Dino was on her feet Drummer in toe, as she entended a hand out to her newly blue counterpart. "It looks fucking amazing, holy fucking shit. I have never been so attracted to anyone in my life." She said continuing to turn Dani. "Like seriously super into the smurf hair apparently, damn."

DANI wasn’t specifically looking for compliments, but she knew that if she’d get genuine ones from anyone, it’d be Dino. And Drummer… He liked the hair dye smell, so he’d be all over her whenever she used it, and Dani could pretend to herself that he thought she looked awesome. Taking Dino’s hand once it was held out to her, she held it above her head and let her keep turning her, unable not to grin like an idiot at the other girl’s reaction. “You’re ridiculous,” she laughed, finally letting go and standing still. If she kept spinning much longer, she’d be dizzy. “It was already smurf hair, it was just fading, that’s all.” Turning to the mirror, Dani tossed her brush down onto the bed, admiring her new electric blue. It was about damn time she got it back to this. “You know you would’ve still been totally attracted to me if I’d gone with, like, green or something,” she smirked, looking over at the other girl, and then back to her reflection again. “Thank you, though. If I’d done it myself, I would’ve gotten it everywhere. How’s your tat doing, by the way? Did the gloves anger it or anything?”

DINO slid behind Dani in front of the mirror and hugged the other girl from behind for a few moments, before doing a little dance behind her instead. "You'd look hott with green hair, like i could see your rocking the whole god damn rainbow better than anyone before you." Of course Dani would look hot doing, wearing, or saying literally anything as far as Dino was concerned. Bumping her hip with Dani's, the purple haired hyper mess continued to dance around her. It's possible people don't credit Dino enough for the sheer amount of energy she usually has. People just assume all the weed makes her slow. Spoiler alert! It really does not. At the mention of her tattoo she looked at it fondly, before gently running a finger over it. Felt a bit dry, so she jacked some fragrance free lotion. "Nah it's good and it looks fucking amazing. Seriously, like always you hooked my shit up, oh shit man we gotta take a picture." She exlaimed before pulling her phone out. Holding it out, she kissed Dani's cheek before quickly snapping a photo to post in her life album. An album that was gradually just turning into her and Dani and Drummer.

DANI would’ve thought too deeply into this kind of behavior from anybody else, but not when it was Dino. They’d always been a little too close. How many platonic best friends made out whenever they felt like it? She liked the way she and Dino acted, though. Thinking about it, it probably hadn’t been a good thing for their past relationships, but they were in the past for a reason, so whatever. She was just going to take comfort in the taller girl’s arms around her, smiling as she looked over her shoulder at her. She barely even noticed that Dino had broken out into dance, since it really was nothing new for her, so Dani just went about her business, using her fingers to try tame her wet hair. Dani had more energy than the normal person, but Dino had her beat by a landslide, and she felt like she was getting whiplash between watching the other girl reach for her phone, kiss her, then take a picture. Dani barely even had the time to smile for the camera, so she would be interested in seeing how that turned out. “I’m glad you like it. I was pretty dang proud of it,” she smirked, about to ask to see the picture, though her phone beeped with a notification from the new app she’d downloaded. She glanced over at it on the dresser, then picked it up as it beeped again, smiling at the message from asingingsister, before absentmindedly walking over to her bed to perch on the edge of it and begin to type out a reply.

DINO fucking loved how open and genuine her connection with Dani was. Truthfully it was something she'd never felt with another person. Not even Rae and that was saying a lot, since she was pretty sure she'd been in love with her. Of course after all of that Dino had pretty much said fuck it to relationships. Of course, Dani had been there for all of that, had seen the crazy that she became and somehow managed to be the only person, with the exception of her sisters, that could get her to chill the actual fuck out. Everything about their dynamic was easy, and carefree, it was everything Dino didn't realize she was looking for. Hearing the notification ping from Dani's phone, she stopped dancing as her friend left her side to read whatever message she got. Pouting from the loss of attention, she leaned against the dresser and crossed her arms over her chest. "What was that?" She asked, pushing off and standing closer to Dani.

DANI wasn’t looking for a relationship, even when she’d downloaded the app. After she and Jasmine had broken up, she was kind of done with dating, at least for now. It was evident that she just wasn’t good girlfriend material, so she hadn’t signed up to meet someone, at least not for more than a casual hookup. She wasn’t about to say that to the girl she’d been matched up with, though. She seemed chill, so Dani could handle talking to her. “Hm?” she asked, glancing up from her phone to the other girl, then shrugging once she realized what she was talking about. “Oh, this? It’s this new app.” Dani read out the information up top of the chat box, like she was reading something super official. “GirlPower, the number one free to use dating app for women seeking women.” She smirked, going back to typing out her reply. “I’m not a dating app kind of girl, but I figured why not, right? It’s pretty cool.” Dani wasn’t paying attention to Dino as she finished what she had to say to whoever this girl was that she’d connected with, but she’d seen the pout before. She wasn’t sure why she liked it, but she could ignore that for now.

DINO couldn't explain why, but hearing her Dani was chatting with some girl on a dating app, just wasn't sitting right with her. It wasn't helping that Dani was just talking away not even looking at her, this was 100% an unacceptable way to treat an attention whore of a friend. So, Dino was going to rectify the situation. Walking over, she moved the phone from in front of Dani's face and sat right on her lap. Throwing an arm around the other girl, Dino wiggled to settle, because she did not intend on moving to be quite honest. She'll be damned if she isn't Dani's favorite alright. Don't judge her too harshly. "Right right, but if you're not that kind of girl..." Dino said with a smile as she tried her fucking hardest to imitate that accent of hers, "...Then why are you bothering with it? Who is it anyway? Do you know her? Does she go here? Have you met her or anything?" It was a lot of questions but Dino needed to know because best friends were always suppose to know like everything about each other and in this moment Dino felt bummed she hadn't known. Which is ridiculous because she wasn't even that kind of person. She was a do you boo boo, kind of person. What the hell was happening to her?

DANI had just hit send on her message when the phone was moved from in front of her, and her brows furrowed for a second as she looked up at the other girl, who then positioned herself in her lap. Dani wasn’t about to fight it, and wrapped an arm around her waist, like it was just a natural action. She listened to Dino’s list of questions, playfully rolling her eyes when she mimicked her accent. Most people around here did that, given how thick it was, and it low-key annoyed her at this point, but not when Dino did it. All she could think was how cute her bad attempt was. She had to hold back her smirk as she sensed the jealousy that laced her best friend’s questions, and although Dani didn’t fully understand it, she liked it. She wouldn’t admit that, though. Setting her phone down on the bed, since it was clear Dino would be taking all of her attention for now, she wrapped her other arm around her, too, gently pulling her closer. “Why do you care so much?” she asked, genuinely curious about the answer. Dani shook her head, figuring she owed Dino her answers, too. “I don’t know her, and I haven’t met her. I haven’t even seen a picture. I just know her username and the fact that she writes music, that’s all. Outside of that, she’s just a girl on an app.”

DINO furrowed her brows as Dani answered, she felt a sense of relief wash over her, like she was happy about the answers, but she wasn't entirely sure why and Dino wasn't the kind of person who thought too much about that kind of shit, to be frank. Pleased to see the phone get pushed aside, Dino waggled her eyebrows like a dork and then just started laughing. An uncontrollable laughter that she could feel in her toes. It was completely possible the fumes from the hair dye had gotten to her. Wouldn't be the first time, in fact that pretty much always happened. She was intensely close to Dani now, she could feel the other girl's breath on hers, it was a comfortable position. That level of closeness with another human being was something Dino had always wanted and she'd been lucky enough to find it in a kick ass rainbow wielding Texan. Wither her free hand she moved some blue hair from Dani's neck before placing a soft kiss there. "I care because..." a kiss, "...you're my best friend." Another kiss. Moving so they were face to face, Dino smiled before placing a kiss on those familiar soft lips. "Happy pride!" She said pulling out a rainbow popper and letting it rain rainbow confetti over them.

DANI had learned to just let Dino do whatever she was doing and to not question it, so the crazy laugh just made Dani laugh, too. Not quite the same way, but still. It was more of an, Oh my God, you’re adorable laugh. Triplet or not, Dino really was one of a kind, and Dani couldn’t help but admire her as she looked up at her, her thumb brushing softly over her hip where her hands were resting. Silences between these two were always comfortable, even now, as they sat so closely. A small, natural smile eased onto Dani’s lips as she watched the other girl, tilting her head to the side a little as Dino leaned in. They were only small kisses, but Dani couldn’t help but bite her lip in response. “Oh. Got it,” she mumbled, with barely any time to look at her again before their lips were against one another’s, and Dani didn’t even have to think about kissing her back. It was just a natural reaction all over again. One that caused her heart to race a bit, but who was drawing attention to that? She didn’t speak as they parted from the kiss, simply watching what Dino was doing. She saw the popper, but still jumped as it popped, then laughed at her own reaction, as well as the fact that casually carrying a rainbow popper around with her was so Dino. “You’re insane, little lady,” she grinned, looking up at her as she brought one of her arms from around her waist to reach up and take ahold of her chin gently between her thumb and finger instead. Dani leaned up to almost connect their lips again, pulling Dino down to meet her halfway. “The best kind of insane, though,” she whispered, her lips brushing against the other girl’s, “My favorite kind.”

DINO almost snorted at seeing Dani's reaction to the popper, it was cute and hilarious, which are two adjectives she often mentally associated with Dani. Of course the cute never outweighed the badass, just complimented it. Kind of like how Dani's personality complimented Dino's. The calm to her chaos. Smiling into the kiss, Dino readjusted herself so she could straddle the other girl, letting a hand rest on her face and she could feel herself getting all kinds of into it. It was intoxicating, it always was, making out, hooking up, whatever, but with Dani it was like on another level. Like the perfect amount of drunk and high at the same time, that had you feeling like you were flying and yet completely grounded. It was paradoxical and fucking amazing, and Dino always wanted more. But they'd never done more than kiss, so she wanted to test the waters, see where Dani stood. Moving her hand from her face, she took one of her hands, briefly interlocking their fingers before placing it behind her back, under her loose crop top. Dino figured if Dani was into it, she'd feel the clasps of her bra and decide whether to unhook them or just have them keep making out. Dino wasn't going to complain about either.

DANI couldn’t tease right now even if she wanted to. With her lips so close to Dino’s, she had to close the gap between them, almost needing to feel the other girl’s kiss again. Dani tried not to think about what that meant, if it even meant anything, and figured she’d just enjoy this for what it was. Usually, whenever they made out, it’d be kind of a giggly, playful thing. It was always good, and Dani always secretly wanted a little more, but she always just put that down to getting too caught up in the moment. However, the opportunity for something more had never presented itself. Until now, it seemed. Their lips were still against one another’s, and Dani wasn’t about to question Dino taking her hand. She laced their fingers the same way the other girl had, her lips moving softly, and was hyper aware of how Dino was moving her hand. Even more so, when she felt where she was moving it to. It looked like the ball was in her court, and there were so many reasons why Dani should’ve just stopped, but she couldn’t really think of them right now. She did pause, though, but only to let her hand drop from where Dino had moved it to rest on her hip instead. Her other hand moved down to rest on the other hip, and with her lips still against the other girl’s, she slowly moved back on the bed, then turned to carefully lay Dino down, with Dani hovering over her. It took everything in her to break the kiss, but she eventually did, only to look down at the other girl, her heart beating a little harder. She was trying to think of those reasons why stopping was for the best, but yet again, she couldn’t. With that in mind, Dani leaned in to press her lips delicately to Dino’s neck, her hand moving down her body until she could start to move it under the material of her crop top. She hadn’t unhooked her bra, but she would soon. For now, she let her hand slide underneath it, softly cupping with her fingers. This was new, but Dani couldn’t bring herself to be too worried. Not right now, anyway.

DINO felt the most cliche levels of electricity in the air as Dani layed her down. She was turned on and surprised. Not surprised to be turned on, that wasn't even remotely surprising, Dani was beautiful and cool as fuck and her best god damn friend. That couldn't be a more perfect recipe for attraction if it was in a Martha Stewart cookbook. No, she was surprised by the emotions she was feeling. They were strong, they always were for her where sex was concerned, but this time there was this underlying heat to everything. Every touch, every kiss, every breath, it was hot, like literally hot. There was this feeling in her chest, like she was being jump started with every beat of her heart and it was intoxicating, addicting even and Dino liked it. Tilting her head to give the other woman better access, she felt her back arch as Dani's hand moved under her bra. "Fuck" she practically whispered. Running her nails down her back, she slipped her hands under Dani's shirt, relishing in the feel of her skin on her fingertips. Letting out a moan she bit down on her bottom lip, she could already feel her nipples getting hard and her pussy getting wet.

DANI hadn’t expected, when she’d asked her best friend to come over to dye her hair and bark at her dog, that this would be where they’d end up. She’d be lying if she said there weren’t times when she’d thought about being with Dino like this, but they’d always just been thoughts, and Dani had always shrugged them off, because people weren’t supposed to think about their best friends like that. They also weren’t supposed to act on those thoughts, but that apparently didn’t stop Dani from being on top of the other girl right now, her lips pressing to her neck, her teeth nipping the skin beneath them just gently. It didn’t stop her from brushing her thumb lightly over Dino’s nipple as she cupped her breast under her bra. It didn’t stop her heart from racing, or her breathing speeding up a little as she kissed her way from her neck and down to her chest. Her thumb kept delicately brushing over her nipple, which Dani could feel hardening under her touch, while he free hand moved to push the fabric of Dino’s crop top upwards once her lips had reached the bottom of it, with Dani pressing kisses softly to her skin.

DINO couldn't stop herself from moaning at the feel of lips making their way down her body. This wasn't what she was use to. Normally the people she was with wanted quick and dirty, or rough and kinky, they wanted the clothes off immediately, they wanted a fuck in the club bathroom, or to fullfill some kind of fantasy. They wanted sex, plain and simple. There was nothing else to it. Not really. A few times she and her partner might confuse sexual chemistry for romance or love but it never really was. Dino was perfectly fine with that. Sex was fun, it was healthy, it was good and she was very good at it. But right now, in this moment with Dani it didn't feel like that. There was a softness, a tenderness an emotional connection that she didn't generally bring into the bedroom. But Dani wasn't just some other person, she wasn't some hott chick or dude Dino fucked and then ended up friends. Dani was Dino's best friend, whom she'd shared intimacy with beyond the sexual for a while now. There was a strong foundation there, of trust and love and knowledge of each other. There was something... sweet about being with Dani in this way. Looking down her body she was met with bright blue and Dino smiled. The soft kisses tickling her skin, she let out a laugh, propping herself up on her elbows she felt so... lighthearted. "Shit, that tickles." She confessed with a smile still plaster to her face.

DANI wasn’t really sure what she was thinking. In fact, maybe she wasn’t thinking at all, because she shouldn’t have been doing this. Whatever she felt for Dino, however confusing it may have been, wasn’t something she was trying to complicate more. She was her best friend, and even if best friends didn’t look at each other the way they did, even if they didn’t kiss each other the way they did, that didn’t change that fact. Above everything else, Dino was her best friend, and the realization that this could completely fuck that up was what made her stop. Well, no, Dino’s giggle made her stop; snapped her out of her daze. She looked up at the other girl, the movement of her thumb stopping, too, and slowly moved her hand out from inside of her bra. Perhaps she should’ve felt uncomfortable right now, but she didn’t. The soft, natural smile on her lips was proof of that. “I’m sorry,” she laughed softly, moving back to sit up on the bed beside the other girl. Dani ran a hand through her still damp hair, shaking her head. “I don’t know what that was.”

DINO let out a whine at the loss of contact. Watching as her friend moved beside her sitting up a bit straighter, letting one of her hands trace lazy circles on the other girl's back. Looking her over, Dino kept her hand on Dani's back, not willing to break contact, not ready to. "That was you getting ready to..." she brought her free hand up using it as a mic. "...Sex me up." she sang in the tune of Color Me Badd's, I Wanna Sex You Up. "I wanted you too, I still want you too." Moving the electric blue hair from her face, Dino nuzzled into her neck for a moment, before whispering, "I'd really like to know what you taste like, Dani." she admitted before nipping at her earlobe. Pulling back, Dino let one if her hands rest on Dani's thigh. Probably higher up than she should have and she softly squeezed. "What're you thinking?"

DANI was partially mad at herself for stopping, but also partially because she was enjoying that a little too much. She shouldn’t have been so okay with touching Dino like that, and she shouldn’t like the feeling of her hands on her back, drawing lazy circles, quite as much as she did. Glancing down at her best friend, she couldn’t help but laugh at her response. That was typical Dino. Dani was having this internal battle with herself, while her best friend was just being as goofy and adorable as usual. Dani decided that if Dino wasn’t worried, she shouldn’t be, either. If the opportunity arose again, she wouldn’t stop it. It seemed that it was coming sooner than she’d expected, and Dani tilted her head just a little as the other girl moved her hair, goosebumps rising on her skin beneath her touch. The way she whispered in her ear, especially given what she was saying, was enough to cause that feeling to build again between her legs. For just a second, her gaze drifted down to the hand on her thigh, before she was looking back up at her face. Dani’s lips were curved into a half smile, and her voice a little softer, more raspy. “I’m thinking that I want that, too,” she admitted, placing her hand on top of the other girls and moving it higher up, kind of a silent way of giving her permission. If she was looking for it, she had it.

DINO smiled as her hand was moved even farther up Dani's thigh. Taking that as permission, she nudged Dani's legs apart, just enough for her to palm her crotch, applying pressure to aid in more pleasure. Licking her bottom lip, she sat up and moved between the other's girl's legs, forcing them to open more. Running her hands over Dani's thigh's she began pulling her closer. The anticipation was such a massive turn on, but Dino wanted to see more of Dani, so she started to lift her shirt up, smiling as she saw more skin, a belly button, the beginning of her bra. With that she kissed her, immediately running her tongue along her bottom lip, begging for entry. She could feel her hips moving, wanting to create that friction, even through the clothes. In this moment the only thing that matter was being as close to Dani as she could be. Close physically, emotionally, hell even spiritually. She wanted every one of her senses to be over-saturated by the woman beneath her.

DANI may not have seemed like she was into this before, but that definitely wasn’t it. She was hesitant, because she was worried about the consequences, which was so unlike her. Dani had been that girl who had been unapologetically herself from as far back as she could remember, and hadn’t cared when it had landed her in trouble. Evidently, she thought more highly of Dino than anybody else. It was hard to really worry too much with the other girl’s hand between her legs, though, pressing against her. Even through her clothes, it made Dani’s breath catch in her throat. Her legs parted to make room for Dino between them, and as much as she wanted to watch the look on her face as she exposed more of her body from under her shirt, the desire to kiss her was much greater. It seemed Dino had the same idea, since no sooner was Dani’s hand resting on the back of the other girl’s neck underneath her hair, was Dino leaning in to close the gap between them. This kiss was hungrier than the last, Dani pressing her lips a little more firmly to the other’s. Allowing Dino the access she was sure she wanted, Dani parted her lips a little, her hips rocking to press herself down more on the other girl’s hand. “More,” she mumbled against Dino’s lips, her fingers moving to tangle in the back of her hair, “I want more.”

DINO wasn't the kind of person who thought much before she did anything, or anyone. Instead she just understood what she wanted and she went for it, keeping it 100% authentic Dinora Lopez as she did. While she could already understand and even feel the difference between every other time she'd had sex and this time, she wasn't thinking it about it. It was fun, it was comfortable, it made her feel like a fucking superhero, how could she spare a single moment to potential consequences. How could she let her mind wander from the warmth of Dani's mouth or the enthusiasm of her hips to doubting how logical or rational this decision was. Dino was all heart all the time and every aorta, vein, valve and artery in her heart was pumping just to have this experience, this moment in time, with Dani Harper. All Dino could feel was how important, how special, how fucking awesome they were together. There was no room for logic, or doubt, or anxiety, because it was her and Dani. It felt like it was always suppose to be this, it just felt.... right. Breath heavy, she smiled as the beautiful girl below her asked for more. Excitedly, Dino sat back up as much as she could with Dani's hand on her neck, and moved both of her hands to the hem of Dani's shirt, pulling it up, she was ready for a whole lot more skin on skin. "Off off off." She chanted with a smile in reference to Dani's top.

DANI was over overanalyzing this by now, she was just going to take it for what it was and either deal with the consequences afterwards or not. Maybe it would just be so normal and natural for them that there was nothing to think about afterwards. It was just a hookup, after all, right? At least, that’s what she was going to tell herself. Any thoughts of whoever she was messaging on that dating app were long gone, and everything was Dino now. Dani took in the way her lips felt against her own, the way they curved into a smile when she asked for more. She had a feeling Dino wouldn’t need to be asked twice, and although she was disappointed by the loss of contact when the other girl pulled back, she smirked as she looked up at her, bringing her hand back from behind Dino’s neck and helping her get her out of her shirt. Dani would describe her body type as ‘works out sometimes, but also definitely enjoys pizza,’ and she had absolutely no issues with that. It didn’t make her feel nervous to be so exposed to her, in fact it was kind of a turn on, and she wanted to get Dino out of her clothes, too. First, though, she had to go back to kissing her, she just couldn’t resist those lips. Her hand rested on the back of the other girl’s neck again, her lips pressing against hers, but Dani used her free hand to reach up behind her own back, wasting no time in unclasping her bra. Dino had said she wanted it off, right? Dani was going to take that to mean all of it.

DINO was already a, less clothes the better, kind of person in general, but seeing Dani below her, topless and beautiful she wondered why anyone would ever cover up such a magnificent piece of art. She could compose an entire symphony in honor of every inch of Dani's skin. Smiling down at her best friend, Dino could feel the music swell inside of her. It was kind of her thing, mentally she could hear a musical composition piece itself together inside of her heard anytime she fucked anyone. Generally, it was fast and loose, it was loud and simplistic. Still beautiful and still worth the paper she'd transpose the notes on, but they never went much further than that. However, through the course of their moment, Dino heard a journey. There were fragments of lyrics mashed together with a classic rock band with orchestral interludes. It was simply a song or a piece, it was a soundtrack to a film that's not been made, it was an album in formation. It would be the first musical composition outside of EDM that Dino would be determined to bring to life. Maybe, all of that sounded intense, but as Dino and Dani finished their tumble in the sheets, purple hair a mess, smile beaming, heart pounding, breathing heavy and skin glistening with sweat, Dino latched to the other woman, still naked and she let the after glow radiate around her as she placed soft and sloppy kisses along Dani's chest, pulling her closer and closer still as if somehow she could manage to merge them into one. In her life Dino has made some questionable decisions, but this wasn't one of them.

DANI wasn’t sure what she’d expected of today, but fucking her best friend was totally not it. She also hadn’t expected to like it quite as much as she did, but there was something about doing this with Dino that just felt so right. Sex was generally a good time, but Dani could confidently say that this may have been the best time ever, because there was something more to it. She wasn’t sure what, just something. Something she was afraid to really think too deeply about, but as she tried to catch her breath, chest rising and falling faster than usual, she forced herself to not think about that. Dino was pressing kisses to her chest, and Dani’s fingers were still tangled up in her hair, coming down from the high that Dino had put her in. Her arm wrapped around the other girl’s neck as she pulled her closer. She’d been enjoying the kisses to her skin, but she needed to feel Dino’s lips on her own again. Her hand moved from her best friend’s purple hair to slip around to her cheek, her fingertips brushing gently against the soft skin they found there. She’d kissed her the moment she’d realized she’d needed that contact again, but now pulled back just a little to look at her, her fingers still moving against her cheek. “That was… different,” she laughed softly, nudging her nose against the other girl’s, “Good different. Like we should’ve done it before.”

DINO leaned in to every kiss and every touch, like it was second nature. Like it was something they’d always done. Like it wasn’t the first time they’d ever boinked. It just felt right, there had been no new partner awkwardness or awkward silences, there was no weird should I stay or go after the fact. It was comfortable, lying there with Dani, naked and warm and smiling. At Dani’s confession, Dino laughed along with her, “We should definitely do it again.” she commented with a smile. Dino waggled her eyebrows, before going in for another kiss. Quite frankly, it was something she could get use to..

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