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xtinyaurora · 3 years

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Heyyyyy I’m new here :3 could I request ATEEZ reaction to you being a brat? :3

Ateez reaction: Bratty Y/N

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➼ requested?: yes

➼ genre: smut

➼ pairing: Ateez x neutral!reader

➼ Word-count: 2k+

➼ Warnings: nsfw content, strong language, cursing, threads, annoyance, bratty behavior, pet names...

➼ Note: This is not based on their real behavior or meant to represent real life. This is simply a fan fiction and is only for the purposes of fun, it’s a hobby. Read at your own risk!

➼ A/N note: Sorry for updating after a longer time, I had a few mental health issues... Thanks to everyone who waited tho and thank you so much for 200+ followers... Please let me know if you have ideas in mind for a ‘special'! Hope you all like this one tho. Feel free to leave some feedback! Also, let me know if any of you wants to be added to my taglist!

➼ Taglist: @teeztheflag @darkstarlights

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Park Seonghwa

You were sulking because Seonghwa didn’t bought you that dress you saw in one of those expensive shops today. Actually, you could call him your „sugar daddy”. He bought you anything you wanted whenever you wanted, but not today. Today was different, because you already started to provoke him in the early morning, disobeying and yelling at him. He didn’t know what happened to you, even after asking a hundredth of times, you just kept on being bratty towards the male. Soon, he had enough. While the two of you were sitting in the car, at the parking lot of the shopping mall, you kept on complaining about that dress. Seonghwa leaned into your side and grabbed your throat, immediately shutting you up. „You better stop talking, before I lose my shit and hit you right in the face and fuck you right on top of this car, baby. Would you like that? For all people to see how I put you in your place. Huh?” You silently shook your head, a hint of fear written on your face. „I thought so. Now stop being a bratty little bitch and start behaving, understood?” Again, you remained silent, nodding your head this time. Seonghwa then sat back and started the power of the car, driving off, back home.

Kim Hongjoong

Hongjoong finally took a day off, immediately calling you to go on a date but you were mad at him. Why? He knew that you had other plans today but still choose this day to take a break. „Y/N, baby, come on. You know I have no say in this. This is not my fault, so please come to the restaurant we always go to, okay?” You let out a ironic laugh. „Tz. First, you pick the worst day and now you want me to come there myself? Oh no, if you really want to get out with me then you are going to pick me the fuck up.” Hongjoong was kinda shocked, not excepting this kind of behavior. After massaging his temples, since this boy was stressed and annoyed by your way of behaving, he just hung up the call, not in the mood to keep up with you right now. You went absolutely insane. Like, how dare he? When midnight came around, Hongjoong entered the front door, food in his hands. You were sitting in the living room, still pissed about earlier today. A knock on the doorframe made you look up. When spotting your boyfriend, you rolled your eyes and kept watching tv. „Haven’t cool down yet?” You got back to 180. „Excuse me?! Get your ass out of this room Mr. 'I think I can allow myself whatever I want' because yes, I am still mad at you.” He stared at you, not believing what was happing. Since when did you get so bratty? Shaking his head while approaching you and placing the food on the table, he grabbed both of your forearms and looked you deep in the eyes. „Okay now listen here you bratty bitch. You’re gonna listen to me and start behaving or I will punish you so hard that you wish you could turn the time back and thank me for making time for you, okay? I want my good little kitten back because I don’t like nasty strays that don’t obey me. No one would like one, so be happy and appreciate me you ungrateful pice of shit and shut the fuck up.”

Jeong Yunho

He was just staring at you blankly, while you were throwing a tantrum. This already happened a couple of times but it was never this bad. He kept on watching you, until you eventually calmed down yourself. It really provoked you that he didn’t stop you or has done anything for that matter. At some point, you gave up because you knew how well Yunho could control his anger. Honestly, you didn’t even know why you freaked out like that. Both of you were searching for a movie to watch and when Yunho picked one that you already saw and absolutely hated, both of you started auguring. It’s his turn to pick the movie because you picked last time, yet that didn’t sit with you. Maybe you were just having a bad day? At least that’s what Yunho told himself. „Are you done now?” You sat there, at the ground while Yunho sat in front of you, on the couch. „Yea... sorry.” Yunho nodded, pulling you up on his lap. You thought he will cuddle with you but sike, he flipped you over so you were laying on your stomach, over his knees, ass in perfect view for him. „How many hits do you think you deserve? Hm? Maybe 20 or 30? Or... 40 or 50?”

Kang Yeosang

He had this furious and annoyed look on his face. You got kinda terrified now, knowing what a beast this boy could be when he was mad. He watched you until you went silent, sitting next to each other and waiting for what’s going to happen next. You started to get nervous because Yeosang kept looking at you without saying or doing anything. His silence never meant anything good... „Stop looking.” He raised one of his eyebrows. „Stop talking.” You did keep quiet, not knowing what else to do now. „Dumb pet, do you think you’re worth my time? Oh how embarrassing... It’s such a shame that there are so many people who want me yet I chose you over everyone else, an ungrateful little bitch.” His words kinda hurt and you stated to doubt your worth. Maybe he’s right? You maybe should have followed the rules. You shouldn’t have told him no and most important, you shouldn’t have done all of that in front of his friends. You kinda started to regret it but it was way too late now. Even if you did apologize now, Yeosang wouldn’t forgive you, he will punish you no matter what. The more silence there is, the harder the punishment will be. „Go into the bedroom. Take your clothes off and wait for me.”

Choi San

To be direct, you were unnecessarily overreacting. When you visited the boys and watch them while they practiced, San didn’t greet you as usual and you didn’t like that. At all. He was too focused to even notice you tbh. When he finally turned around and spotted you, he rolled his eyes, taking in your grumpy state. He made his way towards you, so he could give you a kiss but you pushed him away. He gave you a questioning look but you just turned your face away. „Hey, give me a kiss.” You still didn’t move, hoping to upset somehow. „Y/N.” His first warning. „Look at me.” Still, you didn’t move. The other members started to notice but kept on practicing because they didn’t wanted to get involved in anything. San exhaled loudly, pulling you up and dragging you out with him. „Don’t touch me!” You yelled at your boyfriend. He didn’t even bother to listen to you. „It hurts!” You hoped that he would loosen his grip a bit, but instead his grip on you got stronger. When he reached his room, he threw you on the bed and undressed himself. „You hurt me!” Still having that attitude on, you again yelled at him. He gave you a murderous look, finally shutting you up. He the hovered over you, staring you dead in the eyes. „If you ever dare to pull something like that in front of the other members again, I will make you regret visiting us, okay? Now better behave, before I completely lose the last bit of my self control, you stupid kid.”

Song Mingi

„Mingi, Mingi! Wake up!” You shook him until he groaned out in annoyance. „Y/N? What’s wrong?” You huffed. „I am bored. You have to do something with me, come on.” You tried to pull him up but he was stronger than you, resulting that you were the one being pulled and laying on top of him now. „Did you loose your mind? It’s three in the morning, let me sleep!” He half yelled, half whispered. As he was about to drift off to sleep again, you pulled on his hair, making him tear his eyes open and cry out loudly. „Ouch! What the heck, Y/N? That hurts!” A smile creeped on your face, finally achieving your goal of waking him up. He just stared at you, giving you a ‘are you serious?’ type of look. „Now that you’re awake, we can do something! Should we watch a movie or should we play some ga-“ „No! We are not going to do any of these! It’s bed time, so lay down! I am not in the mood for all of this.” You smacked his thigh. „No Mingi, get up! What do you not get from 'I am bored, let’s do something’, huh?” He really has enough. „Okay Bunny, you wanna do something? Let’s play a game. It’s called ‘try not to scream while getting your ass beaten and brain fucked out’. Sounds fun, right?” You gulped, then getting pulled and flipped around, so that your backside faced up. At least he’s full of energy now...

Jung Wooyoung

Both of you were sitting in a restaurant. He was already fed up with your behavior but he let go because he didn’t had enough strength to deal with you right now. This cutie was so hungry and tiered after practice, that he didn’t wanted things to go wrong but you really left him no choice. Just because you didn’t wanted to eat in this restaurant and wanted to go to your favorite one instead, you stated to act up, gaining lots of attention from all the nagging and yelling. Wooyoung grabbed your upper arm and pulled you near him, whispering in your ear so others wouldn’t hear. „Shut your mouth now Y/N, I’ve had enough of your bullshit. You’re so fucking embarrassing you stupid brat.” He then let go, harshly shoving your arm away and leaning back. When the waiter approached you two, to note your order, you remained silent. After rolling his eyes, Wooyoung ordered food only for himself. When he finished eating, he stood up and threw some money in the table. He was about to walk away when he turned around to face you. „If you don’t get up within the next two seconds, I will break your legs.” He gave you a last condescending look before walking out. You obeyed and followed him out, joining him in his car. He didn’t even spare you a glance, driving straight to your apartment a grin forming on his face, several ideas for your punishment popping into his head.

Choi Jongho

Hit after hit, you put in more effort to annoy him. You soon realized that this wasn’t enough, so you started pinching and biting him. „Ouch, Y/N, are you crazy?!” Ah, finally! You smirked at him and wiggled your eyebrows, satisfied that he finally showed a reaction. „Do you think that’s funny?” You smiled. „Very. And now that I finally have your attention, you can do something with me. Oh and, get me some water please I am thirsty.” He stared at you in disbelief. „Are you okay, Y/N?” You gave him a look of disapproval. „Uhm, yea? I still am but if you don’t get me my water I won’t be and than I am going to hit you, again.” He was kinda amused now. „Oh? Where does all that attitude come from, all of a sudden?” You shrugged with your shoulders. „I don’t know and I don’t care. You gotta deal with it now.” You laid down on the couch both of you were sitting on and placed your legs on his lap. „I am still waiting for my water Jong.” He didn’t move. You wanted to raise your head up to scold him but he was faster than you, now hovering over you. „I will give you something else to drink. Get down and kneel. We have to clean that bratty mouth of yours, yea? Come on brat, suck me off. You don’t want me to get mad now, do you?”

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baroquebucky · 3 years

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heyyyyy jess, my fave person ever, so like, you know bucky is king of my heart so pls can i request bucky x reader being like, in a new relationship, yk not being together for a while and they’re both still so shy but obviously in love. extra points if we can get sam and nat teasing them hehe, i love you!!!!

a/n: omg ofc ilysm !! sorry this took so long I’ve been so busy i barely have time for anything i hope this is okay !! :-( request some bucky stuff pals !

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From the moment you met bucky you were immediately taken by him, from his mannerisms to his casual pet names. You were a blushing mess and you would find yourself trying your hardest to not make your crush so obvious. No one ever talks about how exhausting it is to hide your feelings for someone, you needed an outlet. So of course you did what anyone in your shoes does, you shoved all your feelings for him in a tiny box, writing pages and pages on end of how you felt and stuffed them all in one box.

The said box was well hidden you had thought, stuffed away 4 inches behind your secret stash of candy and other miscellaneous snacks.

“y/n can i have some chocolate i broke my arm yesterday you have to say yes” Sam had mentioned, arm still in a sling and Bucky rolled his eyes, looking at you with a small smile, you flashed a grin to Sam and sighed loudly.

“well had you listened to me in the first place your arm would be just fine” you shot back, getting up from your spot next to bucky and walking towards your room. “well?” you raised you brows and Sam grinned, excitedly getting up and trailing behind you.

As you reached ur room you stopped him and made him wait outside to keep your hiding spot a secret, but you hadn’t realized he was peeking through the cracked door and knew just where to find your snacks. You handed him his favorite chocolate and he walked away, a smile on his face and a mischievous look in his eyes.

It wasn’t until you had gone out for a walk that Sam snuck back in to steal some cashews from you, and he saw the shoe box behind the container. He raised his brow and as best he could wiggled the box out with one hand.

He flung it open and read through the letters, eyes widening as he read about how you felt about Bucky, he felt himself smiling as he read how much you cared about the super soldier, loved him even.

Then a twang of guilt and sadness and he realized you hadn’t told Bucky for some reason, but why? Sam didn’t think twice before giving everything to Bucky and walking out a smile on his face and feeling as if he had done the best thing in the world.

You were confused as to why Bucky wanted to talk to you so badly when you got back from your walk, and then your heart fell when you saw the familiar shoe box on his bed.

“w-where’d you get that?” You questioned, face heating up as he shook his head, “that doesn’t matter y/n, do you mean it? what you wrote?”

Hindsight Bucky was a love sick puppy all around, and his face at that moment said it all, he would do anything for you and had you not been panicking and planning your life in Venice as a secret spy under the alias of some obscure name, you would have realized your feelings were reciprocated.

“maybe” you whispered.

the two of you stared at one another for a couple seconds before he simply dropped the papers in his hands, took one stride towards you and placed his hands on your face, brining you in for a kiss that you gladly returned.

So there the two of you were, sitting on the couch giggling with each other and looking at lego sets to build. Bucky had an arm around you and you were cuddled at his side, a smile on your face as he debated on which lego set to get for the two of you.

“you know we could just get both right” you mumbled, looking at him as he stared blankly at his phone before turning to you, a smile growing on his face.

“are you serious?” he asked you, cheering as you nodded, he quickly dropped his phone and swept you up from the couch, spinning you around and kissing all over your face. The two of you were so caught up you didn’t see sam enter the room.

“oh great, now you guys are gonna be doing that all over the compound” Sam groaned, sitting on the couch and turning on the tv.

“you know this is technically your fault” you spoke as Bucky set you down, Sam furrowed his brows and began to protest.

“i did not say ‘hey she likes you now go kiss all over the whole compound’ that’s his fault!” He pointed at bucky who smirked at him.

“had you not been so nosy we wouldn’t be dating!” You shot back and Sam huffed, mumbling something before going back to watching tv. You and Bucky were whispering something and giggling and Sam groaned once again, “okay but can you at least try to be quiet” and Bucky blushed slightly, turning to Sam and shaking his head.

Sam rolled his eyes, letting out a loud sigh and turning his attention back to the tv.

“we can go right now to buy the sets, it says they’re in stock and i think it’s gonna rain later too” you spoke, quickly locking your phone and going to put on some shoes and Bucky quickly followed you, making Sam laugh at how clingy the super soldier was.

“okay yeah we can do that” he smiled, picking you up midstep and taking you to your room, giggling to yourselves the whole way there. He set you down on your bed and he kissed your forehead before going to his room to get his own shoes.

bucky loved holding your hand, in the store, while paying, on the drive back and walking into the compound together.

Quickly you cleared the coffee table and set the first set down, Bucky nervous since he’s never built a lego set before. You could tell he was nervous and you nudged him slightly.

“don’t worry, I’ll show you” you smiled, kissing his cheek softly, causing him to blush and turn away quickly.

Both of you smiling like idiots as your hands brushed reaching for the same piece, giggling everytime one of you dropped a lego on the floor.

Sam rolled his eyes at the sight of the two of you, getting up to leave when he bumped into natasha, she had a small smirk on her face.

“what’s got you all mischievous looking” he questioned, raising a brow. Nat waved Sam off and smiled at how happy the two of you looked, essentially playing with pieces of plastic. Natasha walked into the living room and slipped into the kitchen, she could hear your shy giggles and Bucky’s light chuckles from the kitchen.

“it’s about time the two of you got together” she spoke after drinking some water and walking back into the living room. Both you and Bucky turned to face her, your face burning red and Bucky had a small smile on his face.

“w-what do you mean i don’t think it was obvious” you spoke, looking at nat and back at bucky and she only shook her head with a playful smile on her lips.

“please, you for one blushed at anything he said” she began talking to you before swiftly turning to Bucky, “and you started actually dressing up instead of wearing sweats everyday” she laughed, wondering how everyone could’ve been so blind to it.

“well Sam didn’t know!” Bucky smirked, natasha thought for a second, shrugging her shoulders and nodding in agreement.

“touché barnes” she smiled before leaving the living room, stopping for a second and looking at the two of you, “I’m happy that you guys found each other” she spoke before heading out, leaving both of you a blushing mess.

suddenly it all become very real to you, bucky was right there, you were dating him. you were with him. A smile overtook your lips and you bit your bottom lip softly to try to hide the smile. quickly clearing your throat before bucky could see how soft you were, continuing to assemble the lego set.

Bucky on the other hand was sweating bullets, trying his best to impress you by how fast he could finish his part of the lego set, nervous with how effortlessly you pieced everything together. He noticed the small smile on your face and the way you were biting your lip, the way you do when you try to hide your smile. He grinned at the sight, assuming you were trying to hide the smile from him he acted like he didn’t see, his ears growing red at the thought of telling you how much he loved your smile.

You spent the evening finishing both the sets, the soft patter of rainfall hitting the window as the two of you admired your work, smiling ear to ear.

“now what, we finished that faster than i thought” you frowned and Bucky felt his heart sink.

“i thought you wanted to finish it fast? i tried hurrying because i thought the point was to finish it quickly?” his brows furrowed and you couldn’t stop the way your heart melted.

“oh buck” you giggled leaning over and kissing his cheek, “that’s not the point but thank you for trying your best anyway angel.”

Bucky turned to putty, his shoulders relaxing and a smile on his face, pink dusting his cheeks as you stared at you lovingly, “angel?” He questioned softly and you widened your eyes.

“I- i mean i can call you something else if you want! I don’t know why i said that i just-” you began but he cut you off.

“I love it doll” he reassured you and you blushed at the name he’s called you all this time, still affecting you just as much as the first day he called you it.

The two of you were love sick puppies, there was no doubt about that. Sam and Natasha didn’t tease the two of you much after the first few weeks of your relationship, happy that you and Bucky were so good together.

#bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes one shot #soft Bucky Barnes

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skiesofthesketchy · 4 years

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Stood Up {1}

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

Summary: You have a date with your friend that you’ve liked forever, but he never shows up.

Note: Heyyyyy Please read the warnings before proceeding. This is one of the darker things I’ve ever written, and it might trigger some people so please be careful. I’m usually a fluff writer but I’ve been feeling... ya know, down lately so this is what I made. I’m working on the second part to Unsend still, but haven’t been in the mood lately so sorry it’s taking so long!

Let me know what you think! :)

Word Count: 6.5k

Stood Up: {Part 2} / { Part 3}

WARNINGS: Violence and abuse! sexual violence! trauma! swearing, angst

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Y/N’s P.O.V.

10:00 PM

I pulled my sweater tighter against me when I felt a small burst of wind, the chill making goosebumps surface on my bare legs. I looked left and right down the black street, but nobody was around. It was quiet, almost silent besides dried leaves scraping against the pavement, and the only light was the orange glow from the street lamps and the red neon sign above my head casting onto the empty street. It was a nice night, even with the cool breeze, but I could feel my nerves kicking in.

I tried to remain optimistic though. Maybe he’s just running late... I pulled out my phone again to see if JJ had texted me back, but he hadn’t.

On my way! See in you 20 :)

I sighed, looking at the last text I sent him. I only sent it hoping to remind him that we had plans tonight in case he forgot. He always forgets.

‘He’s just a forgetful person,’ I tell myself for what feels like the thousandth time. It’s usually that phrase that makes me feel better, or ‘He’s got a lot going on.’ I never make it a big deal when he misses our plans, even though it feels like a small piece of my heart breaks off and dies every time it happens.

‘This time is different though,’ I told myself. It was just yesterday that I mentioned the movie theater was showing a bunch of Quentin Tarantino films this week. I tried to act like it wasn’t a big deal, just a fun thing me and my friends could all do together, but I was truly very excited about it and really hoped they’d be down.

“Are they showing Kill Bill?” JJ asked with a smile. The other pogues didn’t seem interested but I was happy that JJ was.

“Yeah. Tomorrow night actually,” I shrugged.

“We should go.”

I smiled softly at him. “Sure, if you want to.”

He chuckled, blue eyes lighting up as he poked my cheek. I knew he could see right past my nonchalant demeanor. “That’s your favorite movie ever. Of course I want to go see it with you! My treat.”

I ignored the fluttering in my belly, but couldn’t hide my smile. He remembers my favorite movie and wants to watch it with me. “You don’t have to pay for me,” I shook my head with a laugh. I didn’t expect him to, but the fact that he offered made my chest warm. JJ doesn’t have much money to begin with, and with what he does have, he usually spends on weed and beer, necessities in his daily life.

“No, no,” he tsked, bringing me into a hug. My giddy grin was thankfully hidden in his chest. Being this close to him always makes me feel lighter than air, warmer than the summer breeze. “You’re my girl. Let me take you out,” he finished, chuckling into my hair.

I felt heat rise to my cheeks, like I always did when he called me his girl. I nodded in agreement once I pulled away from his embrace. “Ten o’clock tomorrow, okay?”

“I’ll be there,” he replied, saluting me with a wink before turning to join the conversation the rest of the pogues were engaged in, leaving me to internally gush about going on a date with the boy I’ve liked since forever.

Maybe it wasn’t a date, or maybe it was. I didn’t really know, but I didn’t care as long as I got to spend time with JJ. It really did feel like this time was different. My thoughts swirled, wondering if he likes me back. Wanting to take me to a movie makes it sound like he likes me, right?

Date or not, I wanted to look nice, so I spent more time getting ready than I normally did. I experimented with some light makeup, trying to make it subtle but still pretty. I left my hair down after making it look somewhat decent, something I hardly ever do because my go-to is always putting it up. I even picked out a dress to wear but made sure to choose one that JJ had seen me in plenty of times. I didn’t want to look like I was trying too hard, but still hoped he would notice my appearance and think I looked pretty.

10:10 PM

The movie started ten minutes ago, and still no word from JJ. I glanced down at my shoes and hugged myself tighter. ‘Maybe he did forget... again.’ I didn’t want to believe it, giving JJ the benefit of the doubt like I always did. But he still wasn’t here.

Yo are you coming? I sent another text.

I was really excited about tonight, not just because I’d be seeing one of my favorite movies in the theaters as if it was premiering for the first time. Now I just feel... heavy. Like I’m carrying the weight of the reality I should’ve realized a long time ago. If I was important to him, he would remember our plans.

My frown deepened. That’s what it comes down to, right? If he actually cared about me, he would be here, or at least tell me he’s not going to make it. Constantly forgetting our plans is a huge sign that he doesn’t like me the way I like him, that I don’t matter to him enough to follow through. It’s a sign I’ve been ignoring even though it’s been there the whole time, blaringly obvious and all too painful.

No. JJ does care about me, even if it’s just as a friend. He’ll be here. He told me he would be.

10:20 PM

Spinning around and looking at the movie theater entrance, I thought about going inside and watching the movie anyway, but I suddenly wasn’t up for it anymore. This sick feeling in my gut was all I could think about.

Of course JJ doesn’t like me. Why did I get my hopes up so high when all he’s ever done is not show up? It hurts. It feels like something crawled up inside of me and slashed its claws at my dumb, naive heart. Its terrifying and hoarse voice whispering in my ear, “What did you expect?”

Perhaps this is my fault; letting myself fall for someone that doesn’t feel the same. JJ Maybank: one of my closest friends, the biggest player on the whole damn island, and the most emotionally unavailable boy I’ve ever met. Of course I had to fall for him. I’m a fucking idiot.

I slumped my shoulders, feeling defeated and tired. It’s like I was tossed to the side without a second thought, much like the trash lining the curb. My throat tightened with the emotions threatening to pour out in sobs, but I held them back. It’s not his fault. I’m the one with these stupid feelings, waiting around for him to feel them too, but he doesn’t.

10:30 PM

I checked my phone one last time, still nothing. With a deep sigh, I started walking towards the direction of my house. I focused my attention on my sandals hitting the sidewalk, each step feeling like another crack in my heart.

‘You’re fine,’ I told myself. ‘Don’t cry. You’re fine.’

But I wasn’t, and I felt the stubborn tears brim my eyes. I turned the corner and this street was much darker, the street lights dim and far apart. The sound of someone else’s footsteps pricked my ears, and I kept my head down to hide my frustration and the sadness running down my cheeks. I wanted the footsteps to belong to JJ, finally showing up but just a bit late. I knew better though, and didn’t bother looking up.

“Well, look who it is. A little pougie.” I halted in my tracks, my eyes flicking up to find his cold ones, and I shot him a glare. As if I needed something to make my night even worse. Fucking Rafe.

“Not even gonna say hello?” he asked. I kept my posture stiff and my stare hard, trying to act tough even though I was most certainly in a vulnerable state.

“What are you doing here, Rafe?” Rafe was predictable in the way that he lived to torture me and my friends. That’s the only reason he’d ever be caught dead in The Cut.

He stopped right in front of me, his tall frame dark and intimidating. Even under the blanket of night I could see his eyes were bloodshot and a sickening smirk lined his lips. He ignored my question as his eyes dragged up and down my body, making my stomach twist and skin crawl. “Where’s the rest of your dirty crew?” he spat.

“You’re lucky they’re not here.” I kept my tone steady, but I could feel my hands start to shake and an uneasy feeling settled inside of me. I need to get out of here.

With hands stuffed in his pockets, he leisurely walked around me, eyes still glued to my bare legs. “You look pretty,” he whispered. “Were you on a date?”

“No.”

“Then why are you all dressed up, darlin’?” His gaze met mine again when I spun around to face him, and with the way his features slightly softened, he probably noticed that I had been crying. “Oh. You were stood up, huh?”

Is it that obvious? “No,” I snapped.

He chuckled darkly, stepping even closer to me, and I took a step back. “His loss.” Then he just stood there staring at me while I was lost in a sea of confusion. Is he trying to be nice?

“Well. It’s been not so nice talking to you. I’m going home now.” I turned around to escape this unpleasant conversation, but I was spun back around with the man’s grip on my arm.

“Don’t leave. I’m not done talking to you.” I felt fear creep under my skin as I looked up at his face again, hardly able to make out anything but his eyes. He wasn’t asking, he was demanding.

“Leave me alone.” I tried to snatch my arm out of his grasp, but he pushed me into the brick wall of the building we were in front of.

The sudden movement caused me to stumble and twist my ankle. “Ow! Rafe, what the fuck!” I felt the pain shoot up my leg, but couldn’t focus on it for long. Rafe’s menacing features had panic surging through my veins as he came closer.

I pressed my back into the hard wall trying to separate myself as much as I could from the man towering over me. “You’ve had a rough night. Let me make you feel better,” he said. He stepped into me, his chest pressing against mine as he looked down at me.

“Get the fuck off of me,” I choked out.

His wicked laugh fanned over my face and I felt angry tears fall. “Come on, little poguie. At least I actually want you.” His words seemed to drive a knife into my chest. JJ doesn’t want me, but I don’t have time to think about that right now. I can hardly think of anything right now.

My palms rose to his chest, but he caught my wrists in his hands, keeping me from shoving him off. He laughed again, and the realization that Rafe isn’t sober washed over me like a tidal wave. What have I gotten myself into? “Let me go!” I screamed.

He shut me up by forcing his mouth onto mine. I screamed against his lips but he pressed into me harder. I started thrashing my body under the weight of his, but his hold became tighter. He brutally clutched both of my wrists into one of his large hands while the other came up to slap over my mouth, cutting off my cries.

“Just let it happen, darlin. Enjoy it,” he whispered into my ear. Hot tears ran down my face as I felt his lips on my neck. He sucked harshly on my skin as I squirmed, trying desperately to escape, but I couldn’t. Even if I couldn’t, I would die trying.

His mouth attacked my throat while I struggled between him and the wall. With the adrenaline pumping through my body, I used all of my strength and pushed him as hard as I possibly could. With the few inches I created between us, I picked my leg up and stomped my heel into his foot.

I prepared to bolt with the time I had bought myself, but a second later he was landing a ruthless slap to my face. I registered the burning pain as he pinned me to the wall with his body again. “Oh, now you’re really gonna get it, pogue.” His sudden anger shook me to my core, his sick laugh echoing in my ears like a fire alarm.

His hand landed on my thigh and dragged along my skin, pushing my dress up higher and higher as I felt the screams get caught in my throat. I dug my nails into his arms but he wasn’t bothered. He kissed me again and I took his bottom lip between my teeth, biting down hard until I tasted blood.

He yanked his head back, face twisting in rage. Even with his violating hands still searing into my skin, I brought my knee up into his crotch, and he yelled in pain. I didn’t waste any time and took off running, but I was yanked back by my hair.

“Fucking bitch!” My head throbbed as I crashed to the ground, feeling my elbows scrape the pavement. I was seeing stars as I felt Rafe’s weight drop on top of me, his form straddling me. I threw my fists wildly into his stomach and chest, desperately trying anything to escape him, but I knew my efforts were becoming futile. His ring-clad fist connected with my cheekbone and a sob crawled its way up my throat.

“Stop!” I screamed. His hand suddenly grabbed my throat, cutting off my cries once again. I clawed at his skin to get him to stop, but he only increased the pressure on my esophagus until I couldn’t breathe, and I squeezed my eyes shut. My world was spinning and my terror didn’t let me register the pain anymore, only the horrendous realization of what’s happening to me taking over my thoughts.

After what felt like minutes but was only a few seconds, I felt his breath fan over my face from where he hovered over me. “You’re not fucking worth the trouble.” He released my neck and I felt him get off of me, but I dared not open my eyes. I was too scared of what might happen. It surely became known when I felt a sharp kick to my stomach. I whimpered, then he landed another kick to my side. “Nobody wants you now! Nobody will ever want you! You’re just a dirty little pogue,” he seethed.

“Fucking bitch,” he spat again, and I heard his heavy footsteps as he stormed off, leaving me on the ground in pieces.

11:00 PM

I finally sat up, finding the strength to put myself together again, but was pulled into a coughing fit, my throat burning. I wish I could say I was numb, but I was brutally aware of the torment my body has been through, of the emotional trauma I’d have to live with.

I carefully stood to my feet but folded in half with arms wrapped around my stomach, clutching myself in pain. Everything hurts. I forced myself to straighten, holding back the tears. I felt broken in every way possible, but I willed myself to figure out how to get help.

I picked up my bag that had been tossed to the ground and rummaged through it for my cell phone. With a heavy heart, I called the one person that I needed more than anyone.

But of course, he didn’t answer. More tears were shed, even though it felt like I couldn’t possibly cry anymore. “Answer, goddammit,” I sobbed. I called again. “Please, JJ. Please. I need you.” Again, the call went to voicemail.

I let out a wail of anguish. Even with nasty bruises already forming on my skin, the loud shatter of my heart is what hurt the most. He’s never here. Even when I need him.

I didn’t even want to call anyone else. My ankle, my face, my stomach, my throat. Even though I was shaking in pain, I wanted to wallow in my heartbreak alone, so I slowly started walking again, and limped all the way home.

***

JJ’s P.O.V.

“How was the movie last night?”

I stretched my arms over my head with a yawn, barely registering what John B. asked. “Huh?”

He chuckled and sat next to me on the pullout couch in the living room where I slept. “You got back pretty late last night. I’m guessing you and Y/N had a good time?” Now I’m thinking it’s not just my sleep induced brain that’s making me so confused.

“What do you mean? I wasn’t with Y/N,” I groaned while rubbing my eyes, the sunlight seeping through the windows too bright and annoying.

“What do you mean, dude?” His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes suddenly flashed with anger. “You were supposed to take her to a movie last night.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I grumbled, getting even more annoyed. He doesn’t have a right to be pissed at me, not when I have no idea what he’s even pissed about. It’s too fucking early for this shit.

John B. stood up with a sharp laugh. “I can’t believe you forgot again, man. Seriously?”

I sat up, my anger matching his now. “You wanna tell me what this is about?” He shook his head before looking at me again, baffled.

“Y/N? Kill Bill? You guys had a date planned.”

I glared at him before realization finally hit me. I slapped my hand to my forehead. “Fuck. Was that supposed to be last night?”

He shook his head again. “You’re unbelievable, really.” I sighed. It was an honest mistake. At least I know she’ll forgive me. She always forgives me.

“I’ll fix it. I’m sure she won’t be mad.” John B. rolled his eyes. “And it wasn’t a date, by the way.”

“Yeah? Did you tell her that?”

“Stop talking in riddles, man. What the hell do you mean? Of course she knows.” He hit me on the back of the head, reminding me of my headache, the dreaded hangover starting to take effect. “Hey! What was that for?”

“She likes you, idiot! No idea why, considering you’re just a dick that doesn’t bother to show up to the plans you guys make.”

“Is this why you’re yelling at me? She doesn’t like me, dude. Not like that,” I rolled my eyes. I could punch him for getting on my case over nothing. Y/N doesn’t like me, and missing plans has never been a big deal. I just want to deal with my hangover in peace.

“You don’t deserve her. And she doesn’t deserve your shit,” he said, walking away into the kitchen.

“You’re getting mad over nothing. Fuck off,” I grunted, head in my hands. I need coffee and advil. His yelling is making my headache worse.

He sauntered back into the living room, throwing a bottle of painkillers at me, too forcefully if you ask me. “Just tell me, if you weren’t with Y/N, what did you do last night?”

I smirked, remembering the events that took place. “A hot blonde that I met at the boneyard,” my smirk widened. I expected some sort of congratulations from my best friend like usual, but I was met with a scoff and a water bottle being thrown at me.

“You’re a prick. You know that?”

“And you’re an asshole. What do you want from me?”

“Whatever, dude. Let’s just hope Y/N forgives you this time,” he snapped, walking away and finally leaving me in much needed silence.

“She will!” I yelled after him, hearing his bedroom door slam shut.

I sighed before gulping down the painkillers for my headache. I grabbed my discarded shorts from yesterday on the floor and grabbed my phone out of the pocket. I had forgotten that I put it on Do Not Disturb mode after the hot blonde and I left the party. Girls like it when you give them all of your attention, and aren’t distracted by calls and texts.

I sighed again when I saw the text’s from Y/N.

9:36 PM: On my way! See you in 20 :)

10:10 PM: Yo are you coming?

I sure feel like an asshole now. I hoped that she would’ve watched the movie without me anyway, but considering she called me twice at 11:00, she probably didn’t. I feel even worse now that I can see she waited over an hour for me. I typed out a text to her, but I wasn’t sure how to word this apology.

Hey, sorry I missed out last night. Got held up :)

I opted for keeping it nonchalant, not wanting to make this a big deal. I’ll make sure she knows how sorry I am the next time I see her. I’m not worried though. She’s the only one out of the pouges that doesn’t get mad at me when I do stupid shit, and she always forgives me. This time won’t be any different.

I laid back down with my arm covering my eyes, and I thought about what John B. said. Y/N doesn’t like me. She’d be stupid to like a fuck up like me. No, no, we’re just friends, and have been for years. I laughed at the thought.

John B. was right about one thing, though. I definitely don’t deserve her. She’s way too good for me, especially when I’m not good to her.

***

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I stood in front of the mirror and peered at my naked body in the reflection, tears spilling down my cheeks for what felt like the millionth time.

My eye was swollen and bruised, a cut on my cheek from Rafe’s ring. Large spots of sickly green and deep violet stained my torso. Dark rings around my wrists from his tight grip. A lighter purple ring wrapped around my neck from where Rafe’s hands had cut off my breathing.

My hot tears dripped from my face and landed on my collarbone, bringing my attention to the hickeys littering the side of my neck too. I wanted to vomit. I could take the physical assault, but that’s not all this was. He violated me. Kissed me. Sucked on my neck while his hands traveled under my dress.

Going to the police was a thought that bounced through my mind, but I couldn’t, not yet at least. I was much too unstable. I needed support if I was going to report it, but I still hadn’t told anyone what happened. I spent all of yesterday locked in my room, letting myself wallow in the pain.

JJ had texted me yesterday morning, apologizing for not showing up. A simple text wasn’t enough this time. He texted me again that afternoon.

I’m really sorry, Y/N. I’ll make it up to you. Please don’t be mad at me :(

I wasn’t mad. I was heartbroken, and didn’t bother responding to that text either. If he had shown up, I wouldn’t have been assaulted by Rafe. If he was there, we would have been happily watching my favorite movie, eating snacks and probably laughing at the gore displayed on the screen. If he was there, I wouldn’t have been crying in the dark streets alone, trying to wrap my head around the fact that I could have been raped. That I was almost raped.

The other pogues were trying to get a hold of me yesterday too, inviting me to their plans, but I never responded to anyone. I didn’t want to face them, or anyone for that matter. I didn’t even think I wanted to tell them what happened. It was all too much, and I didn’t want to relive it by telling anyone what Rafe had done to me. Not to mention it would add even more ammunition to the war between us and the kooks.

I don’t feel any different today, still just wanting to curl up in bed and be alone for probably forever, but I don’t have that luxury today. My mom had left for work this morning before I even woke up, but she sent me a text asking me to run some errands. When I protested, she gave me the whole lecture on how I only ever spend time with the pogues and never help out. I didn’t have a choice.

With one last glance in the mirror, I wiped the tears off my face and started getting dressed. I had to cover the bruises somehow, but makeup was not going to do the trick. Despite the hot temperature outside, I threw on a large sweatshirt over my sports bra. If I put the hood on, nobody would notice the disgusting marks lining my neck. I found a pair of my mom’s oversized sunglasses and they covered enough of my face to hide the cut on my cheek along with the black eye. I put on shorts and shoes and grabbed my bag before looking in the mirror one last time. Nobody would notice.

***

JJ’s P.O.V.

“Have you guys heard from Y/N?” Pope asked the group. “She hasn’t responded to any of my texts for like two days.” I frowned. At least I wasn’t the only one she was ignoring. I thought that she was probably still mad at me for bailing on our plans, but since she isn’t responding to Pope either, maybe she’s just busy with other things.

“No, I haven’t,” Kie answered. “Pretty weird, right?”

“Yeah, I wonder what’s up.” Pope’s face looked concerned suddenly, and I found my own expression matching his.

“Why don’t you ask JJ here,” John B. said, tone sharp with annoyance. Kie and Pope both whipped their heads towards me, eyebrows raised in question. I just scoffed, turning my attention back to waxing my board.

“What the hell did you do?” Pope asked. His accusing words pissed me off. Who said this was my fault?

“Nothing, okay? I just forgot we had plans, and--” I was cut off by John B.

“No surprise there,” he mumbled under his breath.

Kiara sighed, her disappointed eyes casting down on me. “Seriously, JJ?”

“What? You guys can’t pin the blame on me! I got distracted, it wasn’t my fault.”

John B. scoffed and I wanted to punch him, much like yesterday morning. “Yeah, what was her name again? The distraction, I mean.” I rolled my eyes.

“Come on, dude. Not cool,” Pope added with a shake of his head. With all three of them staring at me in dismay, it felt like my friends were attacking me. It’s also like they knew something I didn’t. Why is everything always my fault?

“Stop turning it into a big deal. I just forgot, okay? I already apologized, so it’s fine.”

“So she forgave you?” JB asked, eyes narrowed like he already knew the answer.

“Well, no...” I let my head drop, looking down at the golden sand with all of our beach gear. “She never responded. But come on, this is Y/N we’re talking about! She never stays mad for long.” The words were meant to get my friends off my back, but I found myself taking comfort in them too. I had never really seen Y/N mad before, but if she actually was mad at me, I hoped she’d let me make it up to her and forgive me. I let myself believe that everything would be fine.

Nobody had anything else to say, only sighing and turning their gazes away from me. I felt the anger sitting in the pit of my stomach, but at least they dropped the subject. I’m more upset that this might actually be my fault. ‘Y/N isn’t the type to get mad easily,’ I reminded myself again. But she’s also not the type to ignore her friends. My mind drifted, wondering if she’s okay.

“Eat up, boys,” Kie said, taking a stack of sandwiches out of the cooler she brought. We all sat down on our towels and started eating, but I couldn’t shake the thought of Y/N from my mind. Maybe I should text her again.

Hey. We’re all at the beach having lunch if you wanna join us. Even if you don’t, that’s ok. Just let me know you got this. We’re all worried about you. I’m worried about you...

I typed it out, but couldn’t bring myself to send it. If she really is ignoring us, I’m sure it’s for a good reason. Maybe it’s best to just give her space. She’ll reach out when she wants to. Whatever the reason, though, I really hope it’s not because of me. She’s the one person I can always count on to be on my side, and I don’t know what I’d do if I was the cause of her distancing from us.

“Oh, no way. It’s Y/N!” Pope interrupted my thoughts. My head turned to see where he was looking, and sure enough, it was my girl, passing through the boardwalk.

Pope was up on his feet and ran to her, calling over his shoulder that he’ll bring her over to us.

***

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Y/N! Hey!” I stopped in my tracks when I heard my name being shouted, and I noticed Pope running up from behind me.

“Oh, hey Pope,” I said, trying to swallow down my nerves. I didn’t plan on running into my friends here. I didn’t need them finding out about what happened the other night, so I put on a half-hearted smile, trying to act normal, trying to act okay.

“Where the hell have you been?” he asked with a laugh, pulling me into a bear hug. I held back my wince from where he grabbed my sides, the bruises there shooting pain through my body.

“Oh, ya know,” I gulped. “Just busy with my family.” I was glad that my sunglasses were dark enough so that he couldn’t see my eyes. If he could, he’d know I was lying within seconds. “Sorry I’ve been M.I.A.”

“It’s alright. Come on. We’re having lunch right now.” He grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards the beach, and the other pogues sitting together on the beach came into my focus.

My eyes widened. “Uh, no, Pope. Sorry, but I have to go.” He stopped and gave me a weird look. “I... I’m running errands for my mom,” I shrugged, hoping he would let me go so that I don’t have to talk to the others, talk to JJ.

“Just come say hi then. Everyone missed you!” He tugged my hand again, but I didn’t budge from where I planted my feet in the sand.

“No, Pope. Really, I have to get going.” I didn’t have any other excuses up my sleeve, and I could feel my resolve coming undone. He gave me another weird look, probably wondering what the hell is going on with me. I wanted to tell him. I did, really. But I was not ready to talk about it. I didn’t need him or the others seeing what I looked like under this sweatshirt, or the black eye I was sporting under my glasses. I knew it would only cause more problems, more rage, and I couldn’t handle that right now. If anything, I just needed a hug.

“Is everything okay?” I looked down at my feet and sighed, trying to muster up the strength to lie to one of my best friends. When I looked back up to him, he had sent a look towards the pogues, and they all got up and started making their way over.

“Yes, Pope. I’m fine,” I breathed out a laugh, trying to cover up my panic. “I gotta go, now. Really.” I turned around to run away, but I was too late. The pogues had already crossed the beach and were surrounding me.

“Y/N! Hey, we missed you!” Kie smiled, pulling me into a hug. Again, I had to hide my grimace from the pain that engulfed me so that my friends couldn’t see. I knew I couldn’t keep up this act for long, and I felt my heart sinking further into my chest.

“Yeah, I’m glad we ran into you,” John B. smiled with a nod in my direction. His expression was soft and kind, and it strangely made me feel like he understood that I wasn’t all the way okay.

“There’s my girl,” JJ’s voice rang through my ears. He looked relieved, and pulled me into his chest, squeezing me tight. This time, I wasn’t able to hold in the small noise that escaped past my lips. When he pulled away, he looked down at me with concern. “You okay?”

I pushed him away. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I couldn’t put on a half-assed smile this time. He’s the one causing my pain. The one that bailed on me. The one that wasn’t there when I needed him, leaving me alone and in broken pieces on that horrible night.

“Why are you wearing a sweatshirt?” Kie laughed. “It’s like one hundred degrees out here.” I just shrugged my shoulders, even though I was dying under the heavy material and the heat of the sun. I looked over my shoulder down the boardwalk, trying to avoid their worried glances, especially JJ’s. I could feel his eyes burning into me, and I couldn’t bear the weight of it for much longer.

“Yeah, what the hell? It’s burning hot out here,” Pope added, and pulled my hood off my head.

“Pope, don’t,” I said. “I have to go.” I turned away after putting my hood back on and started walking, not even caring that they definitely know something’s wrong now. I just need to get away before I break down.

JJ was the one to catch up to me, leaving the pogues behind us and sharing worried looks. “Y/N, wait.” He grabbed my wrist, and I winced at the contact. “I just wanted to say that I’m so sorry for missing our plans. I got held up with a touron, and you know how it is. She was so hot, how could I not go home with her?” he laughed. Looking up at him, I felt my heart shatter all over again. Of course. He wasn’t with me because he was hooking up with some girl. This fucking hurts more than the punch Rafe landed to my face, and I felt anger swell inside of me.

“Come on, you’re not mad at me, are you?” He smiled, bringing his hands up to cradle my face. He was being his charming self like usual, which is precisely the reason I even fell for him in the first place. But his cute dimples and bright eyes aren’t going to fix anything this time. If anything, they’re just another stab to my chest.

He could sense I wasn’t giving into him. “I’ll make it up to you. Promise,” he pouted. My lips parted to speak, but no words tumbled out. He suddenly ripped my sunglasses from my face.

“JJ, don’t!” His face dropped at the sight of my bruised eye. The glasses fell to the sand when he stepped closer to me, eyes scanning my face. I pushed him back, but he swatted my hands away.

“Y/N?” His features quickly turned from worried to angry. “What the fuck happened?” I felt tears pricking my eyes, but I held them back as I tried to push him away again. He yanked my hood off my head and I knew he was piecing it all together now.

He reached for the bottom of my sweatshirt, and my hands grabbed at his to try and stop him. “Leave me alone,” I yelled, but he didn’t. Despite my attempts to stop him, he had grabbed the bottom of my sweatshirt and started pulling it up over my head. “JJ, stop!” I yelled again, but I couldn’t fight him back anymore because it hurt too much. He had taken it all the way off, leaving me just in my sports bra, my beaten body on full display.

A series of gasps surrounded me as the other pogues gathered around us again, shocked and bewildered expressions on their faces. I watched JJ scan my body. His eyes lingered on the bruises on my belly before flicking to my face again, and then my neck. With the way his eyebrows furrowed and he clenched his jaw, I could tell he was examining the hickeys on my skin. Tears ran freely down my cheeks, and the silence was deafening.

“Oh, Y/N...” Kie whispered, eyes becoming glossy.

“What the fuck happened?!” JJ burst. His face was twisted in rage as his hands reached for me. I stepped away, but he grabbed my arms. “Who the fuck did this to you?!” I shook my head, trying to swallow the sob that was making its way up my throat. “Y/N, who the fuck was it?!”

“JJ! Lay off!” John B. spoke up. Kie had wrapped her arms around me, wanting to shield me from our angry friend. They could tell JJ wasn’t helping.

John B. and Pope pulled at JJ’s arms to get him to step back, but he exploded even more. “YN! Tell me who did this to you!” Seeing his reddened face and furious eyes made my own burning anger swim to the surface.

“Stop yelling at her!” Pope told JJ, him and JB still holding the blonde away from me.

“No! I swear to god I’m going to kill ‘em. What the FUCK happened??”

“It wouldn’t have happened if you had bothered to SHOW UP!” I flared, my voice slicing through the chaos among the group. My heated gaze met JJ’s, and his entire face fell at my words, the rage washing away from his pools of blue and replaced with sadness.

Everything seemed to still at my outburst, even my tears. I watched as JJ crumbled beneath the weight of my words. As angry and heartbroken and hurt as I was, I wanted to see him this way. I wanted him to feel guilty.

“I should’ve known you wouldn’t show up. I should've known you wouldn’t answer when I called you for help. Because you never do.” With every word I spat, I could see the effect they had on him. I kept my ruthless stare fixed on him. “Congrats on fucking some touron, though.”

Everyone stayed silent as I picked up my sweatshirt and sunglasses from the sand. I glanced at JJ one last time before putting my glasses back on and turning around, leaving everyone behind me without another word.

***

Read: Stood Up - Part 2

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heyyyyy,,,

ive been going through my old bo burnham phase again and the song high school party by him happened to hit me straight in the face with high school au simpbur x popular girl y/n

(and yes, this is an 18-year-old simpbur and reader we're talking about here. the song even specifies that it's senior year)

so, in my infinite wisdom,,, i figured i would show you some lyrics that i think could be some sort of foundation or even just assistance to a little blurb about the nervous simpbur and his popular crush who he hooks up with at a high school party

(also, id recommend listening to the song, there are so many well-crafted lines in there like all of his stuff. however, please keep in mind that a lot of his older stuff did have shock humour elements tied in, as he addressed in the song problematic last year)

with that being over, let's get into it!

Boys and girls are all sippin' on beer

just,,, simpbur being a bit overwhelmed by all of the cool people at this party. after all, he'd usually just be hanging around at home, writing songs/poems/diary entries about you.

I like soda, where's the soda? Am I the only fucking person here that likes soda?

yet again, a fish out of water. he just came because he thought it'd be a nice little hangout with a large group of friends. how wrong was he to think that.

I see her from across the crowd

(I said the party is bumpin' and the music is loud)

You're really drunk and you're lookin' sad... (there's another line here, but it could be uncomfortable for some and doesn't really add to my idea)

he sees his dear y/n at the party! truly a miracle! everything's upbeat, and he's all glad,,, until he sees just how down she looks.

Girl, then we start to dance and

Girl, baby this is romance

he awkwardly introduces himself to her (maybe after some guy accidentally shoves him in her direction), and she finds him adorable. ("oh, you're that one kid from my english class! didn't expect to see you here, will!") she pulls him into a light-hearted dance, which he sees as quite literally heaven. being the hopeless romantic he is, he can't help but admire the way that her eyes sparkle as they meet his, or the way that her face is adorned in such a childishly excited smile that it just makes him feel right at home. either way, he's glad to have made her happy.

Girl, I'm startin' to grow down below

Shit, why did I wear sweat pants?

he should have seen this coming. after all, he's in such proximity to his love. he can smell her shampoo if he tilts his head up!

I'm gonna love you, baby the right way

nothing much to add here other than 'of course hes saying that only he will love her the right way. that only he deserves her attention. that only he deserves to make her laugh like this.

We go into the bedroom exchanging nervous laughter

pretty self explanatory, i feel. he got her to sleep with him

Why's it called dry humping, if I always need a towel after?

maybe they try dry humping, but he comes just from the sheer knowledge that this is HER he's dry humping? but otherwise, i feel this just represents how sensitive he is to touch, especially since it is the touch of the girl he admires more than anything.

Even though you're yellin' for me, I can tell your lips are sealed (I've been around the block)

she may be eager to do it now, but he's certain she will be shameful of it tomorrow. and while yes, that is partially true, the only reason she will be ashamed is because of her own actions, not his. so he has it all somewhat wrong

We're both aware of my erection, you ask if I have protection

god, just painfully obvious to the point where she point it out?? especially after what I assume to be an orgasm?? mmmmm

I say:

"Well no, I tried to buy them once, I was in the convenience store

My old babysitter walked in and I had to hide them near the Tic-Tac's

I was so embarrassed, I peed myself a little bit"

now THIS. this is what i truly mean when i say that this song radiates the nervous energy that you'd find in this certain simp. and, though many would be ashamed to admit this, he's willing to drop his dignity at a word from her. obviously

I know your body and I know how to please you

Don't thank me, thank Wikipedia

first of all, he has most definitely watched her change at some point. he's spent countless hours admiring her body (clothed or not), and even more imagining his way around each nook and cranny of it. he's written countless stories of his own, in which he gives her exactly what she's asking for here. and obviously, he does a lot of research. whether it be by genuinely searching some technique up or by discovering it via some new adult video he's watching

Guys don't go down, well I am-

What the fuck is that? I should have brought my diagram

ooh boy,,,

now, of course he's eager to pleasure her, and if that means eating her out then that means eating her out. the problem is that he kinda,,, doesn't know how

None of that happened 'cause I wasn't invited..

i can interpret this two ways,,,

none of this happened (as the lyric says) and this is all some fantasy simpbur made up in his head. maybe to assist his masturbation, or maybe to write about in his journal.

this actually DID happen, except he was never actually invited to the party. he just snuck in because he knew she'd be there. besides, he's a complete wallflower, so he knew not many people would even notice him

HONOURABLE MENTIONS

quite literally every line that I missed. they're all full of well-done puns and just generally clever lines. but do keep in mine my point about his shock humour

ohohoho

>:]]

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bodies pressed up against bodies, in the worst way possible, will's thoughts soured. when he thought of a high school party, he didn't think it'd be exactly as he pictured it. wasted people scattered across the property, and if he had to be honest, he couldn't remember who he even thought was the owner. maybe it was the jock who always bragged about being your first boyfriend, which you always had shoved him for, oh you.

you.

the main reason he showed up at all. you. he'd heard that you'd be at this specific party, for what reason, the grapevine hadn't said, but you'd be there.

sipping from the typical solo cup, he grimaces at the taste of cheap beer and wanted nothing more than to spit it out. but knowing the people here, and what they've consumed, kinda not the safest thing he could do for himself. not that he liked any of the people that show up to this kind of thing, but he liked having all of his limbs attached to his body.

though, he swallowed it down, in the end. taking another swig and holding his breath till it was down his throat. kept going until he was half-way done with the drink, that's when he saw you. oh, there you are.

standing like he was, alone and sipping from a red cup, something sullen in your expression, and it's draining to just stand here and not do something about it-

his back is shoved in a bout of shouts, and he finds himself standing in front of you, face burning in just about every shameful emotion there is and the way his stomach churns at being so close to you.

you gasp, "will!" and you pull him into a hug, finding it so easy to touch him that he just accepts the invitation graciously. the music, though, the bass pounding against the walls and echoing in the space outside, made it hard to focus and hear what you said.

"what?" he yells but you just laugh and pull at his arms, both of the cups falling out of your hands as you tug him to the dance floor. or where it was just the closest to the dj, he supposes, everyone was dancing anywhere they could.

but you. you were different. you commanded the dance floor, commanded him and the way he moved, as if you knew just how to motivate him, you press yourself into his arms and threw your head back to laugh after several minutes of hyper movement all around the two of you.

and whatever started it, be it the person who spilled a cup full of something onto his back or you noticing it happening first hand, but you're taking him upstairs, telling him you knew this place like the back of your hand.

and yet, when you pull him into a room and help him peel off the gross shirt, all the laughter seems to pause as he stares you down.

whoever out there watching this trainwreck, they better be happy.

he reaches out for you but you're the one who kisses him first, pressing yourself against him and pushing him forward to stumble his way to sit on the bed. heavy breathing shared between the two of you as you climb into his lap, and his hands lower themselves from your neck to your hips, circling around to pull you even closer and his hips jut up to meet yours. he groans into the air as you pulled away, panting as you hold onto his shoulders before rolling your hips and grinding your front onto his. he leans forward, intoxicated and excited by the way you're so close and so good to him, exactly the way he pictured it-

his mouth finds it's way to your neck, biting and nipping at the skin there, pulling your moans out as you continued to grind on him, and he feels so good, so hot here with you he can't help it the way he holds you down and imagines himself inside of you, cumming inside and making sure you knew just who you fucked. even if you might regret it in the morning. even if you never talked again.

he's breathing heavily into your sweaty skin, when you finally come down long enough to ask, "do you have any protection?" and it seems so simple, like it was so obvious that he would have one, should have one. and it's- too much for him to think about, too much to sift through and it's only a question-

"i- uh, when i was trying to buy them, my uh," his brain keeps failing him during one of the most important moments of his life and he curses it, "my old babysitter walked into the convenience store i was buying them at and i panicked before sticking them behind some tic-tacs." why he couldn't stop there is beyond him because like an idiot, his mouth kept running even after it seems like you might've bought it, "it was so embarrassing, i peed myself a little bit." you blink but you just raise an eyebrow, snorting just a little bit before leaning in to hug him a little.

"you're so weird," he hears but you're not leaving so he'll take it as a win.

"well- lay down, i got to finish, you should be able to as well," he mumbles into your ear as he shifts the two of you to the bed, laying you down, and of course you're surprised, a guy hasn't really done this for you like will is. though you should hold your breath, because once he throws your shorts and underwear to the side of the room, and he's in between your legs, he is just short of clueless.

he's done all he needed to, study your body, watch a few videos, and skim a couple of wikipedia pages but they didn't prepare him for this. and you're just staring at him from where you're laying, head rolling as you begin to wonder just how much he knows.

but you don't need to wait for long, he figures it out and begins eating you out, long, wet stripes from his tongue and finding a nub nearing the top, he is blessed with a symphony of moans, you're no longer looking at him as he licks it around in fast circles, you're gone, your head tilting back as you dig you fingers into his hair and buck your hips up.

when you come down from your high, you ask him to just lay with you, and you tell him how grateful you are for him, the way he made you feel good. even if you knew he knew not much, but he still tried and conquered.

and the praise and the thanks go right to his head. almost forgetting that he wasn't even meant to be here, or get this far. after all, he was just some guy and this was an exclusive party. and still, no one needed to know that he'd been watching you for weeks, waiting for the perfect moment, waiting for the perfect party. waiting for the drunks to get shitfaced and waited. waited so patiently for you.

and it was worth it.

because unlike most of the guys you'd hook up with, they never made you cum like that and he knew that's something he'd keep up his sleeve.

even after you realized he snuck into this party, you'd realize how perfect you were made for him. to be with him.

you'd realize you're all his.

#anon asks #wipes answers #long post #long ask #c: simpbur #hot hot hot #a: afab

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robinofinashiro · 3 years

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request: “could i get some MHA and NARUTO boys getting jealous? maybe they aren’t with the reader but they kinda get possessive?? who it is could be up to you but i just wanna see some jealous boys. obvs the naruto could be an AU if you’d like!”

request status: open

pairing: multiple characters from Naruto and My Hero Academia

- “I’m obsessed, I’m embarrassed, I don’t trust no one around us. I’m a mess for you love, it ain’t new.”

mirio togata:

- mirio isn’t a jealous guy but for you, he could get jealous rather easily. it isn’t a secret to some third years that one of the big three has his eyes on you so whenever a rather daring third year takes an interest for you, some may be surprised.

- there had been an unprompted third year graduation party the friday before even was due to graduate. you had went for the mere idea that you could finally relax and lay back for a few hours.

- you went with the big three as nejire had offered you to get ready in her room. you weren’t wearing anything too extravagant or eye catching but to mirio he thought you looked absolutely amazing in it but i mean, he thought whatever you wore at any given time looked amazing on you.

- once all of you got to the party, you stayed with them for the most part. it wasn’t until you went to use the bathroom and upon going back downstairs, everyone had separated from each other. tamaki and nejire were talking to a few of their other classmates while mirio was no where to be seen.

- after finding a few of your other classmates, you were talking to them when a song you wanted to dance to came up. one of your friends offered to dance with you to which you immediately agreed. being that it was EDM, you two weren’t exactly in close proximity.

- mirio had walked out of the kitchen, water in hand to give to you when he saw you on the dance with your friend. he instantly started crushing the water he held. nejire looked at him before looking to his direction. she couldn’t help but start laughing, “someones jealous!” she giggled as he shot her an annoyed look.

- you were dancing, your eyes half closed, not really paying attention to your surroundings until you felt a stare on you. you turned around to see it was Mirio. you shot him a smile, “miri! what’s up!” you asked. you watched as he stared at your friend with an tense look, “mirio! hey!” you asked again.

- finally he snapped out of his trance, “i was wondering if you wanted to dance with me instead,” he asked. you couldn’t conjure up any words as you gave your friend a sympathizing look, “sure?” you whispered in more of a question. mirio took your friends place but wasn’t really dancing, just making sure no one was staring or even trying to touch you.

- “mirio, what’s up?” you asked. he didn’t say anything for a moment as he scratched his head, trying to figure out what to say, “nothing. just didn’t like him that close with you,” you started laughing as you grabbed his hand, “if you’re jealous, you can say that!” you giggled.

- he didn’t directly look at you as you tried to whisper in his ear, “you can ask me out, you know that? i will say yes,” Mirio’s eyes instantly lit up as he hugged you.

- the rest of the night was spent next to him or with nejire and tamaki. at some point, the three of you dragged tamaki to the dance floor. he stood in the crowd, stiff as a board as you, nejire, and mirio tried getting him to dance. he didn’t but that didn’t stop the rest of you.

tamaki amajiki:

- this poor soul please don’t do this to him. he wasn’t even looking to crush on someone but here you are, a second year in the same internship as him with fatgum and boom, he just happened to start falling for you.

- mirio and nejire instantly saw it. the way he would relax tenfold with you in comparison to literally anyone else was a big indicator. they wondered how you did it but whenever they saw you with him, all they could do is smile and be happy at the idea that tamaki might’ve actually found someone for him

- the day tamaki got jealous was an ordinary thursday night. both of you were in fatgum’s agency, finishing up work for the day when a first year intern had came up to you with a question. tamaki knew he shouldn’t have gotten jealous but tamaki wasn’t stupid. he knew when others were hitting on you and this was one of those instances.

- his heart was racing, mind absolutely bubbled up with ideas that you were going to drop him for the first year and get married or something. again, tamaki knew he was acting super irrationally but at this point, he didn’t really care to think this way.

- the first year kept telling you jokes as you were filling out paperwork, sometimes even doubling over in laughter as Tamaki had finally had enough and practically slammed the office door shut as he stormed out. you whipped your head up, wondering what that was when you realized it was Tamaki.

- “hey, i’ll be right back,” you told the first year before rushing out the door. you ran towards the direction you felt tamaki would have gone in and saw him on the phone in a dark hallway. you treaded lightly, trying not to make it known that you were there.

- “s-she doesn’t l-like me,” he said as you heard mirio’s loud voice reply, “of course she does! we know more than anyone that she does!” you clutched your heart over your shirt, “she was t-talking to someone i-in a way that s-she doesn’t with me. she likes h-him,” he whispered, almost as if he was on the verge of tears.

- you couldn’t help but walk into the hallway and make yourself known. tamaki stared at you over the fringe of his hair as you grabbed his phone, “mirio, i’ll have tamaki call you back,” you told him before hanging up and looking to tamaki again.

- “amajiki, sweetheart,” you whispered as you cupped his face with your hand, “please, don’t think that I like someone else because i don’t,” you said as could tell he was going red in the face, “i promise, i don’t and whenever you’re ready to make it official, just tell me when i’ll be the one to take out on our first date!”

- tamaki nodded as he remained in your embrace.

naruto uzumaki:

- PLEASE DON’T MAKE HIM FEEL JEALOUS FUCK. HE’S A RAY OF SUNSHINE THAT DOESN’T DESERVE ANY OF THAT.

- anyway, he isn’t jealous as he is more possessive? he probably feels territorial over you whenever you’re around the well more liked people such as Lee, Neji, Kiba, or even Shikamaru but more than anyone, it’s probably Kiba that makes him get jealous.

- the two of you were probably having lunch at your colleges’ cafe. since kiba always had his dog with him, it wasn’t unusual to see people surrounding Kiba because of Akamaru. you more than anyone loved Akamaru and constantly held him, walked him, and sometimes slept with him if Kiba let you.

- you were with Kiba in the cafe, not really doing much except for talking as you were petting Akamaru. naruto had just gotten out of class, making a beeline for the food when he saw you and kiba together. the way naruto saw the two of you talking had him thinking as though the two of you were already a couple.

- shikamaru was the one walking next to him as he saw his best friends mood change instantly. he didn’t know what it was that made him instantly get into a bad mood but once he watched what Naruto was watching, he instantly made the connection. in a way, he was happy that he was finally getting over Sakura but Shikamaru knew that if you didn’t rely the same feelings like Sakura did, he was going to be hearing about it for months.

- after Naruto and Shikamaru got their snacks, they made their way over to the table. you waved at the two of them as Naruto instantly sat next to you, kicking his feet up in a way that caught you off guard. you felt a warm feeling cross your face, trying not pay attention that he had put his arm around your chair and essentially across your shoulder too.

- the thing was that kiba held no feelings for you whatsoever. you knew that and he knew that. naruto being a bit oblivious to those kinds of social cues wasn’t exactly news so you could feel naruto’s jealousy whenever you and Kiba spoke for a little too long.

- you were digging through your bag, trying to find you wallet when you realized that you had forgot it in your car, “hey, i’ll be right back, i need to go to my car, i think i left my wallet in the front seat and i want to get snacks,” you told everyone at the table.

- you looked over to kiba, giving him the puppy dog eyes as you looked at akamaru, “can I take him for the walk?” you practically begged. kiba rolled his eyes before handing you his dog, “thank you!” you exclaimed before naruto spoke up, “i’ll come with!” he yelled as he got up.

- the two of you walked to your car as naruto was basically talking your ear off about anything that came to mind. you didn’t mind naruto’s excessive babbling as you had found it more endearing than others did. you knew naruto’s past with his parents passing and since he didn’t have siblings, you knew that you as his friend (and crush), you were prone to getting vents, rants, and ramblings from him.

- you handed akamaru to naruto as you grabbed your wallet from your car but unbeknownst to you, naruto had seen the small photo of the two of you in your car behind the wheel. it was a polaroid from a random day a bunch of you had went to see Christmas lights, an event that Sakura and Ino made everyone attend.

- finally locking your car, you saw naruto’s mood instantly change, his smile plastering his face again. you didn’t know what brought you over to this idea but you held akamaru in one hand as you hugged naruto from one side. as soon as you did that, naruto.exe stopped working.

- you stared at him wondering what happened but you started to laugh realizing that it was your hug that did it. you walked into the cafe area as you scanned the snacks, “heyyyyy,” naruto finally said looking at the food they were putting out. you sighed instantly knowing what he wanted, “you get one thing!” you said trying to contain your laugh.

- he gave you a kiss on the cheek as he ran over to the buffet area plastering a bunch of food onto a plate as he wobbled his way over to you and akamaru once he finished putting everything he wanted to eat.

neji hyuuga:

- now neji is the last person you want to get jealous because he becomes PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE AS FUCK and doesn’t care whose feelings get hurt in return.

- i also see neji as the more possessive kind of person rather than jealous but the instances that he does get jealous, he’ll give the person absolute hell. in this case, it was Lee who was making him jealous. he knew Lee’s very bright personality made it hard to hate him.

- you were with Tenten and Lee as the three of you walked out of class. normal, right? well, Lee was the one giving you a piggyback ride for some reason and soured Neji’s mood and Hinata was the person who actually noticed her cousins change of attitude.

- you were holding onto Lee a little too tightly for his liking. you were gripping his chest, trying not to fall as you met up with everyone else. Neji instantly stared at Lee, making the black haired boy shiver from fear. you weren’t exactly realizing that Neji giving your friend a death glare.

- once Lee put you down, Neji instantly stood next to you, his stare now starting to become obvious to you. you gave Neji a smile as you tried to loosen him up, “what’s up?” you asked. he shook his head, not really in the mood to tell you the real reason. it was odd coming from Neji as he was the kind of person who always spoke what came to mind, regardless if came off as rude or not.

- “neji, seriously,” you told him, this time a bit more seriously. he grabbed you by the wrist before dragging you to a random hallway. you were now concerned as you had never seen him this way before, “hyuuga! seriously?” you exclaimed.

- he laughed before basically trapped you, “you and Lee?” was all he said. you stared at him, seeing if he would elaborate, “what about us?” you asked. he laughed once again, “don’t play for an idiot,” he responded

- you growled realizing that the conversation was going no where, “me and lee? yeah, friends?” you tried to say as he remained silent. he could tell that what you were saying was true, “you sure?” he asked. you nodded before basically realizing that he was getting jealous.

- “i’m sure neji, don’t need to worry,” you responded before jumping on his back, “now piggyback me back to everyone,” you threatened as he didn’t say anything but did what you said. again, it was a bit odd seeing Neji comply to someones orders so easily but for you, he guessed he could make an exception.

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tchallasbabymama · 3 years

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N’Jobu x T’Chaka Oneshot

Heyyyyy people. I decided to get back into writing (it’s been a while and a bitch is RUS-TEE) and what better way to do it than to write some BP fics? Can y’all tell I’m obsessed? I haven’t done this since my B5 forum days back in like ‘07, so we’ll see how this goes. For some reason I have a lot of anxiety around my writing, and really anything I do (thank the gods for therapy, mental illness is a bitch) so I was kinda scared to put this out there...but then I remembered this is basically anonymous and eventually got over it.

Anyways, I cant figure out what I actually want to name this, but when I was watching the movie the other day I thought, “What would’ve happened if N’Jobu didn’t die?” It’s on the short side, but here is a snippet of my answer. I would like to expand on this at some point maybe. Tell me what y’all think, especially other writers.

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Betrayed by the man he trusted, N’Jobu saw red as his eyes filled with tears and his voice shook when he tried to speak. He had let this man into his family, and the whole time he was a spy for the enemy. The enemy N’Jobu didn’t want to fight, but he needed to win. People everywhere needed him to win. Black people, his people, all around the world. His plan to liberate them all just came to a screeching halt, got hit by another car, then blew up. James was his confidant, his right-hand man, his “man in the chair.” He trusted James to be around his wife and his child, and the man blended in like family! He loved them like family, or so N’Jobu thought. It was all an act. He was undercover the whole time and N’Jobu was the mission: Get close, gather intel, send back, wait for further instructions. N’Jobu chastised himself for not catching his lies since he himself had done the same thing in his time as a War Dog. That’s just the job, but none of that mattered to N’Jobu at this moment. He wanted blood.

N’Jobu charged at James, the traitor. His name wasn’t even James, he was really “Zuri, Son of Badu”. Again, he wanted to be disgusted at the lie, but he was also living a lie as “Devon Stevens.” Nobody, not even the love of his life knew who he really was. He had to look her in her big brown doe eyes and lie to her year after year for the same reasons Zuri spied on him and his family. They both had missions to complete in Oakland and reported to the same man, the king of Wakanda. The king who stood firmly between N’Jobu and the rat named Zuri, but despite the royal’s heightened senses N’Jobu managed to pull his gun from his waistband and empty two shots into the traitor’s head.

The sound of the gunshots alerted the king’s guards, the Dora Milaje, outside the door, and they were by his side in mere seconds with their spears at N’Jobu’s throat. They were fierce women in red with shaved and tattooed heads who rarely spoke any other language than Xhosa, if at all. While the guards held N’Jobu still, the king took his time looking around the lived-in apartment. As he meandered through the living room area his gaze fell onto the map on the table and lingered for a few seconds before he continued his silent exploration. He turned and walked down the short hallway leading from the living area to the bedrooms. There were four doors and what looked to be a linen closet lining the hall. He opened the first door and took note of the messy desk on the left and the art supplies on the right side of the room. He continued walking and as he passed a partially open bathroom door he could hear N’Jobu trying and failing to break free from the Dora Milaje. He opened the third door and was faced with the confirmation that what he had been told was true. N’Jobu had defied direct orders and gotten too cozy with the “outsiders” he was supposed to be surveilling. The king took in the twin bed littered with comic books and the small shoes by the window and sighed. He closed the door and walked to the end of the hall, twisting the last doorknob. He entered with his head swivelling back and forth as usual, observing every little detail and cataloging it for later. Everything matched up with Zuri’s reports except for the map on the table.

The king’s anger began to boil over as he rushed back down the hall. The guards barely had enough time to move out of his way when he grabbed N’Jobu and held him up by his collar, almost breaking when he saw the hatred in the eyes glaring back at him. He never thought it would come to this. The two of them used to be inseparable and now here they are literally at eachothers throats.

“Speak, now, before I have you killed for treason,” the king hissed through clenched teeth, nostrils flaring and eyes set in a hardened stare. N’Jobu tried to hold onto his anger, but fear and anxiety creeped in him. Not of the man in front of him, but of what his arrival meant. He would have to leave them, and he would rather die than abandon his family. His love Nia and their son Erik were his whole world, and now with his world crumbling before his eyes he chose to do what he never thought he’d do. N’Jobu’s eyes began to fill with tears that refused to fall and he looked the king directly in the eye as his jaw clenched and unclenched. He slowed down his breathing and focused on the map and the sounds of Erik and his friends playing outside loudly on the basketball court. The king noticed the change in his demeanor immediately and slowly released the younger man from his grasp. The Dora Milaje were still on guard.

When N’Jobu finally spoke, he hoped his brother would really hear what he had to say. No longer was this about his plan to liberate Black people worldwide, this had to be about one Black woman in particular. Despite his crimes and utter disrespect for the crown, N’Jobu pleaded with his brother in hopes of getting through to him.

“T’Chaka please,” he spoke softly. “He needs his mother.”

#black panther #njobu #tchaka #oneshot #cecewritessometimes

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scarletwidowvibes · 4 years

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Institution

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

A/N: There’s some gore in this!! So just a warning!!

“Heyyyyy, who are you?” You ask, strolling up to the geeky looking man in a sweater and tie.

“Um-Hi I’m Dr. Spencer Reid.” Reid says, touching the back of his neck.

“Ooooo another doctor! Are you here to help the crazy people?” You ask innocently.

“Actually we’re here because of the murder.” Reid says, clearing his throat.

“Ohhh yeahh. Ronald died a couple days ago.” You say in remembrance, sitting on top of the reception desk.

“Yeah, did you know him?” Reid asks, flipping open his notebook.

“Hmmm kind of. I don’t really know anyone here, they’re all crazy.” You say, twirling your finger around.

“You’re also here.” Reid points out.

“Well yeah,” you say, “but where is here exactly? Besides, I’m not a murderer.”

You jump off the reception desk and saunter away, waving at Reid over your shoulder. Morgan claps Reid on the shoulder, watching you disappear around a corner.

“Who’s that?” He asks, turning to Reid.

“Uh-Actually I don’t know,” Reid stammers, “I didn’t catch her name.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You’re sitting in the cafeteria, twirling your fingers and watching the FBI Agents look at the ‘safe’ utensils in confusion. You catch Reid’s eye and give him a wink, putting your feet up on the table.

“Here to question me?” You ask with a smile.

“Actually I’m here to ask your name.” Reid says awkwardly.

“Y/n Y/l/n, nice to meet ya,” you shake Reid’s hand, “so, who are your main suspects?”

“Confidential information, Derek Morgan nice to meet you.” Morgan says with a smile, sitting down next to Reid.

“Maybe I can help,” you say with innocence, “I’ve been watching these people for a while. I know who’s seriously crazy, kind of crazy, deadly.”

“So if you’re not crazy, why are you here?” Morgan asks, “no offence.”

“None taken, I am in fact crazy... to a degree,” you say, smiling at the FBI, “but aren’t we all a little crazy?”

Morgan laughs with a shake of his head, “Yeah, you’re right about that.”

“Morgan, Reid? We need to go.” Another agent says, smiling sweetly at you but pulling the boys away.

“So who’s the girl? She’s cute.” Emily says, smiling at Reid.

“Her names Y/n, she’s an inmate here.” Reid says, scrunching his eyebrows in confusion.

“Just cause she’s in an institution doesn’t mean she isn’t a great person.” Emily says, trying to reassure Reid. He just nods absentmindedly along, lost in his own thoughts.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A blood curdling scream rips through the halls and you run out of your room in time to see an inmate with a knife embedded in her stomach.

“Bella!” You yell, rushing to her side. The FBI agents come running into the hall and go into immediate action. Reid gently grabs your arm, pulling you out of the way.

“Let them do their work.” He says softly.

“Will she be alright?” You ask, worried. Bella groans in pain making you wince.

“Come on.” Reid says, leading you away from the scene. He brings you to a bathroom and you realize you have Bella’s blood on your hands.

“I didn’t see the killer.” You mumble, washing your hands. Reid doesn’t say anything, just pulls you into his arms after you’ve dried your hands. You rest your head against his chest, trying to calm your racing mind.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Bella, thank god you’re okay.” You say, holding her hand and sitting next to her bed.

“I didn’t see who it was.” Bella says, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Me either, I’m so sorry Bella.” You say, gripping her hand tighter.

“Excuse me, my name is Jennifer Jareau, I just want to go over what happened.” An agent says, stepping lightly into the room.

“Okay.” Bella says shakily. You get up to leave but Jennifer stops you.

“If it’s okay, I’d like to ask you questions too.” She says.

“Uh sure.” You respond, sitting back down next to Bella and taking her hand again.

“I want you to close your eyes and try and remember what happened.” Jennifer says, sitting on the other side of Bella.

Bella closes her eyes and takes a breath, “I remember walking to my room, it’s across from Y/n’s. Daniel P came up to me, he was smiling. He grabbed my arm and said he had great news. Something about his meds, and then I felt a sharp pain and there was a glimmer of light.” Bella opens her eyes and sighs.

“That’s all I can remember.” She says, shaking her head.

“You did great,” Jennifer reassures her, “can we go over what you saw?” She asks you.

“Yeah,” you say, closing your eyes, “I heard a loud scream while I was in my room and when I rushed outside I saw Bella with a knife in her. I think I saw someone duck into a closet but I don’t know. I was too worried about Bella so I didn’t focus on them, I should’ve stopped them.”

“It’s not your fault. It’s Daniels.” Bella says, gripping your hand.

“You should get some rest.” Jennifer says, smiling at Bella who nods and closes her eyes.

You give Bella’s hand one more squeeze before leaving her room, “I’ll come visit you later.” You tell her before closing the door to her room softly.

You stroll through the halls, scowling as you go. Once you enter the cafeteria you stop, scanning the room for your target. And there he is, Daniel P, sitting there without a care in the world. You growl as you start walking towards him.

“Woah, where’s the fire?” Morgan asks, stopping you with an arm.

“There isn’t one... yet.” You say, glaring heavily at your target.

“We don’t know if he stabbed Bella or not.” Morgan reminds you.

“Well let’s find out shall we?” You say innocently, ripping your arm from Morgan’s grasp and continuing to stalk to Daniel P.

“Hi Daniel.” You say brightly, leaning against the table. Daniel P looks up at you with fear prominent in his eyes.

“Uh- not much.” He stammers, clearing his throat.

You laugh happily, “oh Daniel you’re crazy,” you say with a shake of your head. Daniel P laughs awkwardly, laying his hands flat on the table.

“Very crazy,” you continue, “some might even say deadly.” At this he swallows hard, beginning to stand up.

“Why did you do this Daniel?” You ask. Daniel P stutters but can’t make up an answer to give you.

“Why did you kill Ronald? Why did you stab Bella?” You ask, remaining immensely calm, “you thought you’d get away with it?”

Daniel P shakes his head with a laugh, “yes, I did think I’d get away with it.”

“You won’t.” You growl.

“No, I probably won’t. But you won’t either.” Daniel P says, grabbing a knife from his pants and going to stab you. Before he can move two inches his hand is shot, forcing him to drop the knife. You gasp in surprise, backing up and looking at your hands.

Reid comes up from behind you, pulling you back. Daniel P yowls in pain, blood pouring from his hand. Morgan and Jennifer run to him, one wrapping his hand and the other cuffing his other hand. Another agent with gloves on leans down and picks up the discarded knife.

“Who shot him?” You ask, taking deep breaths. You look at your hands which have drops of blood on them.

“I-I did,” Reid says.

“He tried to stab me, unbelievable.” You huff, finally catching your breath.

“He’ll be locked up now, even if he doesn’t confess.” Reid says, taking your arm and leading you to a sink. You sigh as you wash your hands of blood for the second time today.

You turn and face Reid, sighing as you look up at him, “thank you for saving me.”

“Uh-It’s no problem,” he says, scratching the back of his neck, “not everyday you have to wash blood off your hands.”

“You’d be surprised.” You say, laughing at his shocked face. You lean against the sink, the exhaustion hitting you at once.

“You should get some rest.” Reid says. You nod, holding a hand to your head as you start to leave the cafeteria.

“Let me help you.” Reid says, following you to your room. You both stop at the doorway of your room and you lean against the frame.

“I guess your work here is done, good job catching the killer.” You tell him with a smile.

“Yeah I guess so,” Reid says, “well I’ll see you later.”

“You probably won’t,” you laugh out, “I am in an institution.”

“Oh uh right.” Reid says.

“Here,” you say, giving Reid a slip of paper, “my phone number. Give me a call, if you want to.”

“Thanks, I’ll see you later Y/n.” Reid says, waving as he leaves. You wave back then retreat into your room.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“What’s that?” Emily asks, pointing to the paper in Reid’s hand.

“Uh-it’s Y/n’s phone number.” Reid says, smiling slightly at the paper.

“Oh?” Morgan asks, smiling at Reid and giving him a clap on the shoulder.

“So are you gonna call her?” JJ asks, settling into a seat.

“Uh yeah, I think I will.” Reid says, typing the number into his phone and saving it to his contacts.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You’re sitting in Bella’s room on a roll out bed, in your pajamas. You requested sleeping with Bella so neither of you would worry. Bella already fell asleep, cuddled up to a pillow.

Your phone starts buzzing next to your bed and when you answer it the sound of Reid’s voice rings in your ear.

“Uh-hey.” Reid says.

“Hey.” You respond, smiling to yourself.

“I just, wanted to see if it would work.” Reid explains.

“Thought I gave you a fake number?” You tease. Reid denies your accusation making you laugh.

“Don’t worry, I’m kidding.” You say.

“Oh,” Reid says, “we’re going to be taking off soon so I’ve got to go. I’ll talk to you later Y/n.”

“Bye Reid.” You say, smiling as you set your phone down and lay back in bed, thinking of tomorrow.

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What You Like-- White Day Speical

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She awoke with a start. It wasn’t the first time this had happened since she moved out of her family’s shrine. It had only been a month maybe since it had become a permanent move. She got a nearby one-bedroom apartment; she needed her own escape—she meant place! She gathered her surroundings and realized she was completely alone… like usual… until she noticed the sound of running water…

What. The. Fuck. Happened???!? She remembered she hit the sauce pretty hard last night. Last night marked four of the longest years of her life. Four long years without her friends from the other side of the well. Four years without the love of her life. Four years of pure misery… Ugh her head was going to split in two from her careless actions or probably the worst hangover she had ever had…

Since her quick departure from the Feudal Era four years ago, she couldn’t shake her rampant and monstrous dreams. They caused her frequent disruptions throughout the night and drove the need for alcohol (well, to be honest, that wasn’t the only reason for her to start drinking). College had been not the best experience—especially when she had to share a room with a roommate. She knew her dorm mate didn’t care for her; in-regards-to: well-being, modesty, or just all around courtesy. She often had a pillow (sometimes heavier objects) thrown at her if she was screaming or crying in her sleep to wake her up, had her food ate without permission, or had her privacy violated…But the worst thing was—her roommate was what one would have referred to as ‘loose’. And by that, she didn’t care that she entertained men. No, she understood. Your body, your rules. Kagome didn’t care about what or who she did that with… She did, however, care her roommate did it when she was in the same freaking room!!!!

She often had to find refuge in Yuka and Eri’s room. Ayumi had decided to travel abroad her year having taken extended courses in high school of German to prepare her. But their second year, the four of them got a suite style apartment and things worked out better. But the nightmares never faded. She started to sleep with a nightlight, kept her bow close, started drinking before bed... Her friends felt for her, but they had their own lives, their own boyfriends. They still hadn’t heard the full story of what happened to Inuyasha… They just knew he was gone. They tried to reset her up a couple times with Hojo… But she refused when she knew it was a date-like-thing. She was determined to always wait for Inuyasha to find her. He always found her… He would always come for her…

She could have started screaming because not only did she hear the shower running, but she looked down at herself and she was FUCKING NAKED. And she was extremely sore down there. FUCK. DAMNIT ALL. UGH. Tears started to form in the corners of her eyes from her own stupidity… Four long years of not ever having a boyfriend, no random make-out sessions or anything… and she lost it on a night she blacked out… Actually, she could kind of visual some of what happened, so not completely blacked out, just some parts were missing… Think! Think how did I let this happen!?!?

She had been out with the girls and their boyfriends. She didn’t have to work, for once, on the weekend in the Emergency room. She usually was always worked weekend shifts with her being so new and willing—because obviously she didn’t have anything else to do. No boyfriend. She avoided home because of the reminders of her past, didn’t want to be alone in her new apartment... An excuse to avoid people in general… But when her friends called her, she reluctantly agreed as she hadn’t been out with them since graduation…basically a full month ago… whoops…

They had bought her shots all evening and kept trying to get her to make a move on Hojo because they knew she was upset about this was year number four without Inuyasha. They were at the newest club down the street from her apartment. They’d made her wear a black pencil skirt and a forest green sleeveless tank, sheer, but she insisted she had a black camisole underneath so no one could see anything inappropriate. She had been nicknamed the prude of the group. She didn’t care though. She didn’t care what anybody thought. She would stay a virgin her whole life if she had to. She would wait for him… Her friends assumed she was just nervous… Pfffft. Don’t get her wrong, she pleasured herself enough at home, but no one excited her. No one sang her that sweet erotic song like the owner of those amber eyes had. Call her prude, nervous about the idea of someone down there, whatever—bottom line was she wasn’t easy. She refused to just sleep with someone who didn’t even appeal to her. Maybe if someone had come along that inspired those feelings… Those wants… But no, no one had. Ever. There was no one who made her feel like that. She was doomed to become the crazy cat lady who fucked herself with her fingers.

But she also reluctantly, refused to give up hope. She could have decided just to more or less poison herself with shot after shot and pray Hojo would finally look okay enough to just ‘bang it out’. But no. Barf. Nope. Sorry, he had been the most boring person she had met. She’d prefer Koga. Koga. Even then, if Koga appeared right there in front of her, she’d still say no. Because it wasn’t him. Still didn’t have that beautiful silver hair that fell to his waist, those sexy little triangles that sat on top of his head, furrowing dark brows, sultry smirk…

After she lost count of shots, she snuck away and paid her tab. She didn’t really remember signing her name or how much she tipped, but that was neither here nor there. She made enough to support herself, her habits, and then some. She dipped out before her friends tried to get her to dance with Hojo. Nothing had ever turned her off less than them dancing together. She’d prefer to dance with her brother. Ok, she admitted, that was kind of crass, but still—that’s what she equated a dance with Hojo with; like her brother trying to make move on her. Barf. Hojo had just become that constant reminder to her how boring her life had become once she returned from the Feudal Era. A reminder of what she really wanted… Oh Gods, she thought she was going to be sick. Nope. Nope. She needed to make it to the apartment.

She walked noisily up the stairs. Staggering around and laughing at herself, she knew she looked like a drunken idiot. The only person who she knew who lived here was Jiro, her across the hall neighbor. She didn’t mind him. He was okay looking. He had black hair, kinda longer than most but wore it in that trending man-bun. He had bright blue eyes. Brighter than Miroku’s. It was weird because he looked similar to her old friend... But he was nice and not at all handsy. He listened to some of her college stories. Listened to her cry. Watched movies with her as she passed out from her drinking too much in an evening. He was nice guy. He never took advantage. But it probably did help she made it clear nothing would EVER happen.

She finally got to the fifth floor (the thought occurred to her why hadn’t she taken the elevator? Oh yea, she couldn’t figure out the buttons hahahaha). And he was standing there. She had to be crazy. It wasn’t him. Demons were gone. They hadn’t been around in ages. She searched, researched, tried to find any clue that they could be around. That he could be around… That they’d just gone into hiding… Nothing… She clearly was delusional at that point. Drunk. Yea, definitely that. She had what… four shots bought for her? No, probably like six…eight? Not including the two drinks she had herself?

But this was the first time she felt like she could actually sense him. His demonic aura… She hadn’t given up all her hopes yet. But she resigned herself and just smiled sadly thinking her mind was playing tricks on her though; it was their four year anniversary of being separated after all.

“Heyyyyy… Why you up so late, Jirooooooo?” She sang drunkenly.

His face changed from sheer awe to confusion. His head titled as she approached him stumbling in her heals. As she watched his ears twitch, wow she had a very active imagination, she tripped and gasped but his arms caught her easily. She giggled and hiccupped turning up to face him.

“Opps, sorry ‘bout that! Probably had like, four too many tonight…I blame the girls though. They bought more than half, said stuff about ‘no pity party’ or sumthin’…” she felt her face heat as his hands didn’t move away nor did he say anything… probably just thought she was being crazy and had been helpless like usual when she was absorbed in her bad influences. She turned away from his chest to the purse in her hands to grab her keys but unfortunately spilled the entire contents onto the floor with only her keys and purse intact.

“Ugh *hiccup*darnnnnnnnn! Jiro, lemme go, I need to pick all this up and climb into bed,” she slurred.

He still didn’t release her and was breathing unsteadily. What had gotten into him? “You’re acting all weird ‘n stuff Jiro, everythin’ ok? I’d ask if you wanna talk but it’s late and I’m pretty sure I’m not gonna remember at this *hiccup* point,” she drowsily turned to face him.

Goddddddddd[AR1] [AR2] . That FACE was still staring back at her with those amber eyes, silver hair, fluffy ears, dark brows, tan skin…

“Uhm… Jiro? I know this sounds kinda crazy… but—you have a different face on ya. For real, I need to go to bed. I’m losin’ my mind.”

“Whose face do I have, Ka-Go-Me?”

Her eyes widen and her breath hitched. She swallowed uneasily. That…that voice… Maybe this was a sign—she should just give into her needs and just fuck this dude already that now took on Inuyasha’s form. For whatever reason, the universe, the Gods, her imagination were finally making her see, hear, smell, and touch “Inuyasha” again… She had refused to entertain those ideas anyway just in case Inuyasha did manage to come along… Well not just because that. The attraction thing was huge. But she hoped if he had lived 500+ years he didn’t wait for her… She just knew his sense of smell would put him off if she fooled around with someone not special to her, but he could probably forgive her for not waiting... Wait—was that why she didn’t find any one attractive? For the off chance he finalllllllllly appeared, he would smell her? What was she saying? Thinking? God, all her thoughts were jumbled. She didn’t need to play counselor to herself right then. Maybe she should’ve just stopped waiting… He was gone… This wasn’t him. No, she couldn’t allow her heart to be shattered again…

“Wh—uhm—” she cleared her throat, blushed having heard her name said like that. It’d been since she started traveling with Inuyasha since her name was pronounced like that. She was beyond flustered. “Ji-Jiro uhm, it’s late, I may be drunk but—but—I’m waiting for someone. If you know what I *hiccup* mean. Go home,” she said flailing her arms towards his apartment.

His eyes softened, “Who are you waiting for?”

He had been acting so weird and clingy! So unusual for him. He would have usually just leave her, let her stumble—he respected her independence. Even though sometimes in the morning she wondered whyyyyyyyy he would have left her in the state she was in. But he remained steadfast—his arms still around her. She figured he could come in for bit… He was always respective… He wouldn’t have tried anything… Grabbing her keys she leaned forward against his chest, resting her head on his shoulder—had he gotten taller?—reaching around him and put them in the door and twisted. Even with heals, she probably would’ve been able to meet his head… He wasn’t that tall… Who knows, she was obliterated. What was she thinking about anyway? His arms slightly increased their pressure around her, and she swore he took a giant whiff of her hair.

“Well come on in; I probably can’t walk anyway without you’re help. The girls thought it’d be ‘sexy’ to wear these disastrous shoes… but I’ll tell you a story Jiro *hiccup*. About the man I fell in love with…that one’s new right? I know I’ve been refusing to share, but I’m probably numb enough to share tonight.”

He bent slightly and picked her up bridal style causing her to shriek a little in startlement and her to wrap her arms around his neck. Wow, his hair was really that long? She wove her fingers through it… Jiro’s hair isn’t this long, there’s no way I’m that creative with my imagination… Nope—nope don’t let your hopes get raised. You’re just crazy. Crazy. Yep. He paused at her ministrations looking down at her as she turned back to face him… Her heart was racing… She swore she saw him eye her lips and lick his briefly but then placed her on the couch gently before turning away. She immediately missed the intimate contact. He returned to the door and picked up all her things from the floor outside putting them back in the bag for her. Dude, he was such a nice guy. She felt bad to burden him with her problems…

He closed the door behind him and stopped midstride having caught an eye of a picture she had by the front door. The picture of her and Inuyasha taking a selfie in the feudal era. Where she was encompassed between his legs smiling radiantly into the camera and he had his handsome cocky smirk on his face. She giggled drawing his attention back towards her.

“That’s the guy you look like right now. Liquor is a cruel bitch like that, I guess. His name is…was… Inuyasha… I met him when I was fifteen… We uh… knew each other for three years. He was in love with someone else, for a while there… but I couldn’t stop how I felt. If anything, the love I had for him just grew stronger. We had so many moments I really thought, ‘he feels the same’… Like one time he made me cold medicine, he had told me he was scared to lose me but that he needed me by his side, different battles, uh, things happened to have those words fall from his stubborn crass mouth, but he’d also give my his haori even if it meant he’d be more vulnerable… Kisses on the cheek…Temple… A couple on the…” she lightly touched her lips remembering the sensation. “I was eighteen when we got separated by time, literally, and I’ve been searching for him since. Today made four years...FOUR. Can you believe that?? But I’m still lookin’. Even though I don’t think I’ll ever find him… I-I…”

He came and sat by her and looked at her worriedly.

“I’m not crazy—not some childish girl lovesick on some crush she had in high school! I love him! It was real! I’ll find him! I’ll prove everyone and even myself wrong! He can’t be gone! He-he can’t…H-he always has come for me…I-I can’t give up on him,” she started crying. Sobbing actually. Hysterically. How embarrassing. God she was pathetic; she’d been so good about keeping her secrets about her broken heart. Her resistance to move on. Her lack of enthusiasm of seeing the people she still had in life. She always just cried and said she didn’t want to talk about it… Jiro never had pried further. But she apparently lost her last shred of dignity and bawled like a child. “You should leave. Please, don’t judge me. Please! I-I can’t lose you as a friend. I lost all my closest friends then too…The ones that mattered. I-I just miss him so much!”

He grabbed her hands from her face and looked into her eyes with those beautiful rich golden eyes…

“Kagome…It is me…I-I’m not Jiro. You aren’t seeing things—it really is me.”

She stared at him disbelievingly. “It-It can’t be…”

“It is though, Kagome. You’re not just seeing things. I’m here! I’m real,” he steered her hands to his ears. Oh God, she swore he started purring as she massaged them.

“It—I—this isn’t possible…”

“I’m sorry it took so long for me to get to you. I tried to find you but the first time I came by you had left for college… I should have just told your mom who I was when I came by, but I didn’t want to distract you from your future or what you wanted… You were still so young and I wanted to give you time to grow still… The next time she said you had gotten a job at a hospital nearby, but you didn’t come by often. She was reluctant to tell me where you live, and I couldn’t blame her for wanting to protect your privacy—but I actually got a call from Jiro before I could actually tell her who I was while I was with her. He was certain it was you. I told her I was a friend of yours and swore everything would make sense after I talked to you… I-I just wanted to make sure you still wanted to see me. To be in my life before I said anything to her, I just had to see you… I came here and I-I found…” he trailed off. This had happened earlier that very day… He had just left her mom’s house and came here. She had unpacked those pictures since she had the time and Jiro came by and had lunch with her. Her mom had called her three times while she was out… and she stupidly ignored all three. He had waited here for her for hours... And found her stumbling up the stairs laughing to herself drunk as fucking skunk. Nope! He wasn’t real! No God was that cruel. He was for sure an illusion.

“No, no, no, no, noooooo….P-Prove it! Prove to me, you are who you say you are then; prove you’re real,” that extra hiccup at the end made her realize how unserious she sounded—but she thought she sounded pretty desperate at least.

He slightly cringed but appeared to be willing to play her little game, “Ok… ask me anything you’d think I wouldn’t be honest about…anything you want…”

“Mk fine I will! *Hiccup* How did we meet?”

He got up and got her a glass of water and returned handing it to her, “You broke the seal on me. The one Kikyo placed…You broke the arrow, and I attacked you for the jewel. The subjugation beads were placed on me and we began to travel together after you shattered the jewel.”

“What about, how did I get back and forth?”

“The stupid fucking well…You came and went to be with your family and for those stupid tests at school…I should’ve smashed that thing when I had the chance before it separated us.”

She blinked… It couldn’t be… There was no way…

“Ki-kyo…” she said brokenly hoping he would know what she was asking.

“Sigh…I know we never really addressed this. Hopefully this will be enough. I loved Kikyo. We both sought each other out on loneliness. The problem was, we didn’t trust each other. She didn’t trust me because of my demonic heritage. She wanted me to become human using the jewel… I hesitated because I wasn’t sure that was something I wanted. But she said as long as the jewel existed, she could only be a shrine maiden. A priestess. She wanted to be ordinary—in order to be a normal woman with a normal life, the jewel had to be used... I agreed, because I was done being alone, and couldn’t take it if she wouldn’t be with me if I was a half-demon… but in the end I didn’t trust her to believe she wouldn’t try to kill me. After all, I was a dirty half-breed. Then I met you; you taught me to trust, work with others, befriend others… care about other people…

“When she was resurrected, I had already started to fall for you. We were beneath that tree in the village when I tried to kiss you and you pushed me away. But with Kikyo back among the living so shortly after that, my duty to avenge her, save her from the person she had become… it was too much. I couldn’t stop myself from falling for you, but I refused to let you know. Because I was stupid, stubborn, afraid you didn’t feel the same. Even once I did hear that you did love me, the idea that anyone I loved died, it drove me away from you… It didn’t stop the little moments between us. I-I couldn’t help it. Knowing you actually did love me… I just—I wanted to wait until it was all over before we could actually figure out what was between us.

“Kikyo will always be my first love; but Kagome, you had always and will always have my heart.” He took her hand and placed it on his chest. Oh Gods… this—this—

“Th-that picture…” she continued. She had to hear more.

“You brought your cell phone back one time and you took pictures with all of us… So that you had something to remember us by just in case…We were awake after the others fell asleep… I asked you for another one to be shot because the other one we had taken before wasn’t good enough. I wanted… I made you believe it was something you wanted, a better picture with just us… We took a couple. The last one I surprised you and kissed you.”

She swallowed. She knew she was going to start crying again. Stupid drunken images. He couldn’t have been real. But it reallllllly seemed like he was. She didn’t normally see him when she was wasted... Even though she really wanted to. She thought it would numb her pain. Make her forget. But there he was—right there in front of her. On her navy couch. Red button-down shirt, grey suit pants, long silver locks uncut, blazing amber eyes… Oh Gods… this wasn’t real… She wouldn’t allow her hopes to be raised. They had been shattered so soooo many times, she couldn’t allow herself to allow the deception in.

“Where did you find me after the final battle?”

“In the jewel…”

“And we…”

He grabbed her face and kissed her softly which made her melt into his body. She finally let herself go. Who cared? No one could or even would blame her. Even if it wasn’t Inuyasha, she had proved her loyalty to him and then some. She climbed into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to pull him as close to her as humanly possible. His hands found themselves on her hips. She felt it. They were both hungry. Hot. Aroused. Needy.

He still smelled of pinewood, forest, musk. God, she had butterflies swirling in her stomach, heat spreading to her lower regions. If this was a dream, an illusion, or just a drunken image, she couldn’t have stopped it even if she wanted to. She needed him. Or whatever he was. Right then. Right there. She shifted and started to slowly grind on his hips, moaning all the while she started to unbutton his red shirt... His hands found hers and he pulled away. She whimpered loudly in disappointment.

“Kagome—God—You don’t know what this means to me. Seeing you, finding you again… But—but you’re drunk. You’re not thinking clearly.”

“Don’t care,” she tried to start kissing him again only for him to have kept her still.

“I’m not going to take advantage of you like this. We just found each other again. I—I can’t—”

“Inuyasha—it’s been four years for me, five-hundred-four for you…Just—shut up” she plunged forward and finally was able to recapture his mouth and he seemingly reluctantly resumed kissing her. Her hands started their handy work again until she shoved off his shirt down his fucking ripplin’ muscles. God, he was more built than he had been before. She swore she could have cum just from the sensation of her fingers touching his warm god-like body, or even having kissed him and him kiss her back in such fervor probably only they could have ever knew.

She moaned as she kept rubbing herself against his very present hardened length. Her skirt was basically no longer a skirt as it was so pushed up exposing her heat. She felt bad knowing that his pants probably were just as wet as her panties. If this was a fantasy she had conjured up, whew boy was it an amazing one. But each kiss, each brush of their tongues, each moan, growl, pant had begun to break down her walls to let her start believing it was reality. He was groaning but clearly hadn’t lost himself completely yet. If this was a dream, she wouldn’t have had that! He was going to fully enjoy this just as much as she planned to. It just then it became a plan of how to get him to unwind.

She moved from his lips, which did cause her to whine a bit but kissing her way down his jaw to his shoulder, to his pecks, Godddddddd. She was beyond wet. She was so horny it was unbelievable. She had never felt like that with anyone. She needed him more than she needed air. But he clearly refused to undress her or be an active participant aside from kissing her. Fine; she admitted she was drunk. But she didn’t care. She maybe would have regretted this in the morning, but the alcohol was definitely convincing her to not give a shit right then. If this truly was Inuyasha, she would have zero regrets… She dropped to the ground between his legs and laughed. Which in turn caused her to hiccup making her only laugh harder.

She turned her eyes back to his face who was flushed but gazed down at her with concern.

“I waited for you, ya know? I couldn’t find anyone who was even half the man you are…I’ve never done…anything…” she trailed off while her hands moved along his thighs which caused his muscles to tighten and forced him to let out a low groan. She reached his button and unbuttoned while she maintained eye contact. She then pulled down the zipper. Slowly. Teasingly. Testing.

“Ka-Kagome—”

“Sh, sh, shhhhh. I’m going to prove this isn’t just about me…Inuyasha…I need this for myself too…Please…” Her skipped a beat when she uttered his name. She tugged down his pants to which he seemed hesitant but still willing complied to her nonverbal commands.

After a long look into his unsure hazy eyes, she turned to look at his twitching hardened cock. This had to be real. Even her imagination couldn’t have made this kind of thing up—the details were so…explicit. Mouthwatering. They made her body burn with excitement. She slowly wrapped her fingers delicately around it and stroked up gently. He jumped and growled. Mmmmm how she missed that sound.

She bent forward and took him in her mouth. His hands shot out to her shoulder and he tried to push her off; but she clenched one hand onto his bare thigh to steady herself and reassure him. Her other remained stroking in time with her taking him as deep as she could in her mouth, covering what she couldn’t contain. Clearly his resolve was weak enough at that point as it kept him from completely over-powering her. Or her fantasy she was stronger. Whatever it was.

He started panting and moved his hands into her hair, but he did not push her down or try to control the speed. It was like he just enjoyed having her tresses in his hands, between his fingers—she didn’t mind either. The sensations only added to her desires. He still rumbled through his gasped breaths, deep from his chest. She felt him twitch in her mouth and his grip tightened as he tried to pull her away but she held firm; she swirled her tongue around the tip, softly grazing him as she would bob up with her teeth and then encase him with her tongue on way the back down. She wanted to know how he tasted or wondered what her imagination would dream up. She was determined to keep going no matter how fucked up she would feel tomorrow. She had to know if in that very moment he was real…

“Kagome—I’m gonna—" She looked up at him and it caused him to hold his breath. His flushed face, tremoring body, God, she started praying to all the Gods she hadn’t spoken to in years that this wasn’t a dream or some drunken made up illusion.

He howled when he released, and she drank him up like she was parched and stuck in the desert, unsure when she would see water again… He was her savior. Her light. Those golden eyes bore into her own chocolate orbs heating her like she was laying on the beach in the middle of summer. She pulled back once she felt him stop pouring into her mouth and remained kneeling.

He grabbed her by her upper arms and drug her back up to him and kissed her hard. His tongue pushed back her lips and she let him taste himself in her mouth. He growled in approval and embraced her hard. He pulled back for them to catch their respective breaths again and locked eyes with her before he kissed her forehead gently.

“Kagome… I-“

“Inuyasha… Please…”

“Grrrr, you’re still the same stubborn wench from five-hundred years ago.”

“Hehehehe, you can say that. Please, I just… I want to believe you’re real… That you’re really here… Please…” she implored stroking her hand on his cheek.

He leaned into her hand sighing. He was still holding back. For whatever he was, real, fake, in between, he was uneasily wavered. Her hand moved subconsciously to his ear where she started kneading it in her finger. He more or less purred (she would never tell him that if he had been real) and kissed her again. She melted in his arms as he picked her up letting her wrap her legs around his bare waist and was carried to the bedroom. She actually didn’t remember that very clearly, she was still in a drunken haze, and only felt she was becoming more intoxicated by that man’s tongue working every angle of her mouth while her own grazed his sharp fangs. Was it possible to get high on this feeling? If so, she was.

He sat her on the bed and moved to unbutton her top but, yet AGAIN, paused. She exhaled irritably and earned a chuckle in addition to the resumption of his fingers delicately unbuttoning her top. She released his shoulders so he could push her top down her arms. She pulled her own camisole over her head and unzipped her skirt letting it fall loosely to her bottom and legs. She sat in just her under garments—lustful eyes set on him. Pleading. Begging for his touch. He slowly cupped her breast which caused a very unexpected sound to escape her own mouth. His mouth moved to her neck and his tongue laved its way to her shoulder.

Her walls were almost broken at that moment. This was a million times better than any fantasy she had dreamed up. She couldn’t have controlled her panting or her withering body at his ministrations even if she had tried to. Her images started to get harder to remember from the night before. Ughhhh noooooo! Keep thinking stupid!!!!

Her bra came off, did she take it off? Or him?

She remembered lifting up her hips for him to pull down her skirt while his mouth suckled on her nipples. That wet hot mouth on her breast made her mewl loudly. She was putty in his hands. Her underwear met an unfortunate fate, while she didn’t see them being removed, she heard a very distinct tear and the sensation of lace went missing…

She had been lying flat on her back as he crawled above her; he took her lips in her gently and lovingly. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and lightly brushed her fingers over his back and then threaded her fingers in long silver hair. He pulled away and started to trail his way back down her body, nipping, licking, kissing, hands brushing against every surface his face passed.

Fire. She was on fire. She was desperate for her release. She had never been so achy in her life. She was brokenly saying his name over and over pleading for him to understand what she wanted when she felt his tongue lick between her folds against her core.

She wailed and locked her hands on his head. Pressing him, if possible, further into her. His pace was torturous. She could tell he was learning her smell and taste all over again. She heard him mumble about how amazing she smelled and he had so many dreams about tasting her—none of which stacked up to that moment.

“Please Inuyasha… Pleaseeeee…”

That was what broke him—he began to set a better, fast rhythm. He used one hand to keep her hips steady (which she hadn’t been aware they were apparently out of control) and the other had started pumping a digit in and out of her. She had already been spoiled. She could never go back to her own fingers. No. Never. They would never stack up.

She was sooooooo close. The coil in belly was pulled tight. She wasn’t even sure if she had been panting or breathless at this point. She remembered trying to buck her hips in time with his fingers (wait, he added some??) but he still held her hips still. But the moment his mouth clamped down on her nub she was gone. Literally and figuratively. That was it.

The shower turned off and she heard the sound a towel being wrapped… She was scared. She figured she might as well check herself into a mental institution… That or AA. She knew she had issues. She shivered in revulsion pulling the cover up to her breasts and closed her eyes when the bathroom door opened in the hallway.

“Kagome?”

Th-that voice… She dared peek and… it really was him. He was standing there, wrapped in a towel hanging from his hips, hair dripping from the shower, concerned eyes on her. She threw the sheet off, stumbled out of bed, and jumped to embrace him. He caught her easily and held her close as she sobbed into his chest brokenly weeping his name. He started to stroke her hair then picked up her and carried her back to the bed. They remained like that for some time until she finally calmed down.

“I-I’m sorry, Kagome.”

“What?” she asked as she lifted her head from his chest.

“I said I’m sorry… I… I took advantage of you…” his ears were flat on his head and he trembled slightly.

“Inuyasha, what do you mean?”

“I let you talk me into going further than I had planned on. I knew you were drunk and I tried to stop, I tried to stop you, but you were so persistent and I—I missed you so much, your scent was driving my instincts wild and—”

“Inuyasha,” she pressed a hand to cup his cheek which he leaned into. “I wasn’t—I didn’t—uhm…honestly I’m embarrassed to say I don’t remember everything from last night. But I know you wouldn’t have taken advantage of me. I actually have never been with anyone before and the fact I was so desperate in the parts I do remember, I’m not surprised I made us have sex,” he opened his mouth but she pressed a finger to it. “Wait, I want to finish. The parts I do remember I know you made me feel alive, for the first time in years. Just like when we traveled together. I’m not sorry last night happened. I love you so much, Inuyasha. I always wanted to be with you. I had been waiting for you, trying to find you since the well closed. I-I just hope… you’d be willing to do it again while I am sober and that I didn’t ruin our chances at that...”

He nipped her finger lightly and she squeaked and pulled it back blushing like mad. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but…” she braced herself for him to tell her he regretted last night and that there would be no repeat. She couldn’t have said she would have blamed him. She had been stupid. She shouldn’t have been that drunk. She was seriously going to start a sober streak after today. Hopefully she could win him back…

“We actually didn’t have sex.” She blinked. Twice. Did she hear that right? They…did not? But why was…

“Why don’t you tell me what the last thing you remember, Kagome.”

“Uhm… you-you had just finished, uhm—” she blushed like mad, just remembering what his tongue had made her feel heated her up. She noticed he stiffened beneath her, sniffing the air, and he growled sexily. She tried to swallow but before she could, he had her pinned underneath him, lips pressed to hers hotly. She moaned from the contact and let his tongue enter her mouth while she used hers to reacquaint herself with those fangs. He pulled away and started kissing down her jaw rumbling deep in his chest as she struggled to breathe. Her body was in flames. Clearly, she was always going to burn with him. She was so hot, so needy, she had never wanted anything more than his mouth to go lower. She wanted to jump into the flames with him.

“Let me—refresh—your memory—Ka—Go—Me,” he said brokenly as he kissed all down her chest and took her nipple in his mouth. She mewled, gasped, moaned, she had no control her body or the sounds it produced for him. The alcohol had not been a source of fuel—her body and mind apparently craved him so much that any touch would send her over the edge. But she had zero cares about being so wanton because it seemed like it just egged him on more. She arched herself into his mouth and massaged his ears as he thoroughly refreshed her memory. After each of her breasts for fully loved, bitten, suckled, he continued his quest south. He knelt to the ground between her legs allowing the towel to drop as he gave her a teasing lick. Her hands latched onto his head, entwining her fingers in his hair while she moaned his name.

“Oh Gods, Inuyashaaaaaa!” her hips rocked in rhythm with his tongue, she was aching. Yes, she had this pleasure last night, but at that moment, she knew she would never get enough from him. Ever.

He pushed two fingers into her folds and started pumping in and out of her while the other hand reached up and started to knead her breast. His mouth found purchase on her sensitive nub and she about lost it right there with a desperate cry until he drew back—damnit!!! He’s a fucking tease!!!

“We stopped right after you came last night. You more or less passed out mumbling not to leave you again… Let me tell you something right now, wench…” he started pumping his fingers faster, harder, making her cry from pleasure but still not enough to release for him. “I have no intention of ever letting you out of my life again. We were born for each other, Kagome. I waited five-hundred years for this moment; and I was not going to mark you while you drunk out of your fucking mind. But Gods, did I want to, I’m struggling for control now.”

“Th-Then stop—take me—pleaseeeeee—ahhhhhh! Inu-Inuyasha please!”

“Don’t gotta ask twice,” he smirked his mouth engulfed around her jewel and sucked hard. She came hard crying out loudly, soaking his fingers and the edge of her bed. She didn’t get a moment to recover as he rose to his feet and steered her fully on the mattress then climbed over her. Their mouths locked and her legs swung and wrapped themselves around his hips while her arms swathed his shoulders. He lined himself up at her entrance but paused.

“Inuyashaaaa—” she whined pathetically.

“Do… you do know this is a ‘forever’ kind of thing…right? Demons, we don’t just go and do this with anybody… We either need to sire an heir…or we plan on mating forever. I won’t be able to stop my inner demon if we start Kagome—it has been screaming since last night to take you. Claim you. But—I know as a human, you need to know, that you will watch your friends die. Your family. Time will become almost nonexistent… Are you sure this is what you want? I—I am just so thankful to have you back. I want anything you want.”

“Inuyasha… if I’m with you, I will always be whole. I will never regret this decision. Four years was enough for me to know I could never be without you. I want to be with you… Always,” she reached up to cup his face and pulled him down for a tender kiss. As their lips were locked, he pushed forward gently. She felt herself slowly being stretched but it felt so amazing to feel this complete, it overrode the slight pain and discomfort. She was so wet, it made it easy for him to slide in. She suspected he was restraining himself to not just shove himself fully in her. Or this felt completely overbearingly amazing. His face was pleasure ridden she couldn’t tell one reason from the other.

He rested his forehead against hers once he was fully sheathed in her. He was likely trying to control himself, but she refused to have any of that. She needed him. All of him. Demon, Human, Half. That wall of disbelief was shattered last night and almost lurked its ugly head back again when she had woken up—she was vulnerable and demanded to be filled by Inuyasha. This was real. He had come for her.

She bucked her hips causing them both to gasp and moan out their pleasure. He took his cue and began slowly driving into her. She met him thrust for thrust—encouraging him to go faster, deeper, harder. He gritted her name through clenched teeth, his fangs elongating. She reassured him by cupping his face then slowly moving her hands to stroke his ears. His growl vibrated her to the core, and he began to plunge in deeper and faster. She could barely keep her eyes open let alone not grasp his ears tightly; before she could have harmed his little furry appendages, she dropped her hands onto his shoulders, stabbing him with her blunt nails, no longer able to match his pace. She was just along for the ride and this was the best roller coaster she had ever rode.

She was mewling, crying out his name and probably a God or two, begging for more. She was so close. So close. She heard him cuss under his breath and opened her eyes see his purple strips present on his cheeks. She felt his claws prick her hips. He had finally lost whatever battle he had within himself. But his amber eyes shined through.

“I-I’m close, Kagome.”

“Me-Me too! Ah! God!”

“When I release, I’m going to mark you. Here—” he dropped his head and licked the junction of her shoulder and neck and pulled back up to make eye contact.

“Okay—Inu-Inuyashaaa, pleaseee…”

“Yea, Kagome? What do you want? What do you neeeed?” he purred.

She couldn’t articulate what she really needed—but she knew what she wanted. She knew one way to finish them both. She looked up to make sure he was watching as she let go of one of his shoulders and dropped her hand to rub her overly stimulated nub. He sucked in a breath and almost closed his eyes, but he looked too entranced to look away. His thrusts became harder and he resumed his previous pace before having paused to tell her about the mark. She cried out his name as her coil snapped, her core seized around him, pulling him in, trying not to let him go, milking him for all he had.

He roared her name as he came pulling her up to his mouth and bit down. She whimpered in pain but didn’t fight him. She wanted this. Craved this closeness. Absorbed his demonic aura into her body happily without hesitation.

He pulled his fangs from her first and swabbed the blood with his tongue then pulled out of her slowly. He released her hips and lowered himself back down to the bed gently next to her. She immediately closed the gap clambering to rest her head on his chest. He chuckled and wrapped his arm around her pulling her body close, leaving his hand on her bottom, stroking it gently.

“So… if we didn’t have sex last night…” she peered up to look him in the eyes. He placed a pillow under him so he was elevated so he could look down into her eyes with ease.

“We didn’t. I would have never take advantage of you when you were that far gone. Marking you and having explain everything after? Yea, if the beads still worked, I would have been sat to Berlin.”

“No, I wouldn’t have been mad, but—why was I sore between my legs when I woke up?”

“You were sore… Oh! I forgot! You wiggled your way out of my hold last night complaining about having to pee and you fell hard straddling the toilet. I came in but you shoed me out… I waited outside the door only to hear you fall in the shower—you’re lucky you didn’t bust your head open.”

“OH… God…” she covered her face with her hands. “Why you would still want me to mate with me after last night?”

“Kagome, when you came up those stairs you reeked of liquor and sadness, all I wanted to do was make the pain stop. Jiro said for the month you’ve lived here all you’ve done is drink yourself to sleep or cry. He said you refused to open-up and he didn’t want to push you in fear you wouldn’t let him learn who you really were. After hearing about your nightmares and everything else, it tore me up to know this was how you had been living… I thought it was best you decide on a future for yourself; I didn’t realize how much you would suffer alone like I had though, and I’m so sorry. I understood why you had been drinking the way you had.”

“Inuyasha, you didn’t know. It’s ok. We’re together now. That’s all that—wait a minute, how do you know Jiro?”

“You really don’t see it?”

“That he kind of looks like Miroku? Yes, I do. But I didn’t…how…I know you’ve lived for hundreds of years… I just have so many questions! What are you doing now? What—what happened from then to… now?”

“The short version is Sesshomaru and I run a technology cooperation together, he’s still Lord of the freaking West, regions are still divided into four. Two jackasses run East and South that I try to refrain from every having to interact with and Koga is head of the North. He mated Ayame, have a giant pack of little nasty flea-bags—” she elbowed him in the chest and he rolled his eyes. “We’re fine now. He’s mated. He actually doesn’t know I have been lookin’ for you. I can’t wait to see his face.”

“But he’s with Ayame now. Why would he be upset?”

“That dumbass wolf, even though he is mated to Ayame and is a loyal mate, has never given up looking for you. He still cared about you. Yes, he has grown to love Ayame and would never abandon her, but he was convinced I let you die… never heard the end of it. All this shit about he would have never allowed that to happen, how I let you down… not that he isn’t a total moron for thinking that but…”

She reached up and cupped his face and he kissed the inside of her palm. She crawled her way to lay on top of him and took his lips with hers. It was slow, loving, patient kiss. She tried to convey all her emotions, gratitude, love, longing, anything she felt to show how there was no anger or grudge she could have held. Slowly the kiss turned more sensual, not that she was trying to start anything again, but Inuyasha was there, lying beneath her, naked, and she was fairly certain she felt a certain piece of anatomy poking her thighs. His wrapped his arms around her back slowly rubbing up and down until his hands found purchase on her ass and squeezed. He slowly rubbed himself on her and she moaned into his mouth allowing his tongue to reacquaint itself with her taste. She felt herself growing warm again and pulled away slightly gazing into his eyes. He stared back at her with all the love she had ever dreamed he would have for her.

Still breathing raggedly, she pressed as she started using her hips to aid his hands in their little dance of rubbing her core on his length, “What else?”

“Hahaha… you would be a talker… Sess’ and Rin mated when she was eighteen, I—we have three bratty nieces and one asshole nephew.”

She dipped her face to lick his nipple causing his breath to get caught in his throat, “Shippo?”

“Shippo is mated to some fox demon he met at the that stupid inn we went to. They’ve been mated for about three hundred years… Couple kids. Technically our grandkids—adopted—fuck Kagome—” She had bit his neck and started kissing up his jaw to his mouth again.

“I-I know they’re gone… but what about…”

“Miroku and Sango lived long full lives. Eight kids. Lech wasn’t exaggerating about wanting a big family. Kirara actually lives with me for now; she was traveling to each descendant of Miroku and Sango for a while. She still will visit them here and there—but they usually come to visit us because it’s easier that way. Family reunion shit. Ugh,” he grabbed her hips to steady her a bit. She knew she was teasing him, but to be fair, she owed him from keeping her so on edge last night and this morning. “J-Jiro is one of them, probably the closest to their original heirs—the story is passed down in the family and they just refer to me as ‘uncle’. J—God damnit you’re trying to kill me—” her hands were rubbing the base of his ears and she was dipping her wet opening just at the tip of him. She was impressed he was still talking as coherently as he was, but he was speaking extremely fast.

“I’m sorry? You got cut off… what about Jiro?” she smirked with another twist of her hips almost letting him in fully.

“Son of a—if this is the punishment I have to have, I guess I’ll take it,” he smirked back at her as he reached one hand between them and grabbed her mounds, fingers dancing before twisting and pinching her nipple. Her breath caught as he chuckled, “Jiro runs a dojo his family started years ago we helped fund. He technically works for me and we are as close as the monk and I were. He said he saw the pictures we took put up in your apartment yesterday and finally put two and two together—” he moved his over hand and started rubbing her jewel. She moaned and finally couldn’t take anymore torture and pushed back letting him be sheathed within her. He remained still for her to adjust—both panting having endured what seemed like hours of teasing. She finally tested to see what it be like to move forward and push back. HOLY. FUCK. RIGHT. THERE.

He sat up and she immediately grasped his shoulder raising herself up to push herself back down and didn’t expect to feel him thrust up. She gasped and withered from the sensation. She was already almost there. He was so hard she imagined he probably was too. But she didn’t care. She would’ve rode him all day. They had years of catching up to do. She remembered she was off all weekend too and mentally did a happy dance as she bounced up and down literally on his cock.

“Do that again,” he said huskily.

“Wh-what?”

“Touch yourself. I want to feel you,” he whispered into her ear, licking the shell and grabbing the lobe in his teeth.

She didn’t falter her pace and did as she was told. He leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth sucking, nibbling. She froze and crashed down on to him crying her release, trembling, holding onto him as she tried to ground herself. She felt like she was soaring through the skies like they used to do—traveling on his back. Free, carefree, just enjoying the scenery. Together.

His hands on her hips guided her to lie back as he resumed their previous pace as she came down from her high. His mouth found her mark and re-pierced it with his fangs, sucking hard on her skin.

“Fuck!! INUYASHAAAAA—” she was already restrung ready to snap again when she felt him stiffen and grumble her name as he growled loudly letting himself go causing her to wail as she felt her walls crash down on his length buried within her. He crashed down on top of her, completely spent, head resting on her chest as she languidly brought her arms around him.

She was exhausted. She felt sleep edging its way faster and faster through her consciousness but she wouldn’t allow it to claim her yet. Four years. Over five hundred for him. She needed to be with him. She didn’t want the connection to be broken just yet. She swallowed and softly asked, “How are you here…? I mean, why haven’t I been able to sense any demons? It sounds like there are plenty around here…”

“Mmmmm,” he reached one arm up tilting his head to find the strand of hair his hand began to twirl through. “We have charms. Like the fuyoheki Naraku used. Made it easier to be less noticeable; blend in and have less trouble amounting power. The demon council that had been established knew we couldn’t keep killing humans who would wage war on us, and humans would never fully accept us. We often had to change identities, move to different countries for awhile until people who knew us and would have realized we didn’t age passed, but all in all it hasn’t been too hard to amount wealth and stuff. Make life more comfortable.”

“You never… you never took another mate?”

“Never found one I loved. You were always in my heart Kagome. Don’t be mad, but I did try. I really did because I knew you expect me to; but no one ever came close to how I felt about you. I told you for demons sex is just—different. Even though I am only half, my demon half refused to allow us to go around fucking anyone who gave me any attention. It only desired you. It knew you would be back… My human half recognized that too. My love for you made me refuse to move on…I also felt no need to sire any descendants of my own. I had Shippo. Adopted or not, he is our son.”

“I’m so sorry you spent all these centuries alone… It—it’s all my—” Inuyasha leaned up and took her lips to cut her off.

“Shut up. You won’t let me apologize for making you wait, then you aren’t allowed to blame yourself for being my mate.” She blushed hotly and averted eye contact. “Shippo is probably going shit himself when I tell him I found you.”

“What does he do now?”

“He’s actually a teacher—Chemistry. You know. Has a thing for burning shit and all,” he winked at her causing her to giggle.

Her phone began chirping from the living room. She groaned and patted his shoulder to move. He jumped off the bed after a quick peck to her temple, grabbed the phone and returned to lay by her side instantly. She had to blink to realize he had even actually moved before looking at the caller id. “MOM” it read. She answered, “Hello?”

“Kagome! I’ve been trying to reach you all evening! Are you ok? Your friends said you disappeared at the bar and they weren’t able to reach you either! Jiro didn’t answer his phone and someone has come by looking for you twice at the shrine! He wouldn’t say who he was, only that he was a friend! What is going on??”

“Mom, mom, calm down. I’m ok. I’m great actually.”

“Kagome—you had us so worried! We thought something happened to you!”

“Mom—I’m really fine. I promise. I—”

“Kagome this behavior has to stop! I’ve let it go long enough but—”

Inuyasha grabbed the phone from Kagome, “Mrs. Higurashi?”

“—enough—You! You were at my house yesterday!”

“Yea, I found her.”

“Kagome!!!!”

“Owwwwww—not so loud. Hurts the damn ears.” Kagome grabbed the phone back shaking her head at him and massaged the abused appendage.

“Mom, he is a friend… Well, more than that actually,” Inuyasha snaked the arm his head wasn’t propped up on around her waist.

“What do you mean Kagome? You said you haven’t been seeing anyone since you came back from the Feudal Era! Why didn’t you tell me the truth?”

“Mom, I didn’t lie. He found me. Yesterday. It’s Inuyasha,” he lowered himself to rest his head on her chest again as she stroked his ears.

“Kagome—Are—Are you sure??”

“Doggy ears and all,” she said with a giggle flicking the said appendage making him growl in annoyance.

“Oh my gosh! That’s wonderful news Kagome! So, when will you be getting married and giving me grandchildren? OH! Will they have his ears?!? Are you coming over tonight for dinner still?? Bring him!! I can’t wait to actually see him again without that disguise he was wearing!”

Inuyasha nodded yes to the question on Kagome’s tongue, “Uh—yes, we will be there tonight.”

“Ok my darling, have fun!” she could literally hear the smirk and wink from the phone. “Be safe—no grandchildren until after you’re married!”

“MOTHER!”

“Love you!” she heard a click and held the phone away from her. Completely mortified. Inuyasha snickered in response.

“Keep laughing dog-boy and you won’t have to worry about kids,” looking at her multiple missed calls and texts and quickly responding without being totally forthcoming to her friends.

“Right, as if you could hold out on me—don’t forget who had to be the one to tell you no,” his mouth engulfing her breast.

She sucked in her breath and shifted her hips a little, “Ah! Mk, you’re right.”

“Besides, not to be gross, but I can smell when you’re in heat.”

“That’s not surprising; if anything, it explains why you act the way you would. Extra moody and pushing me to go home because I was ‘bothering’ you,” she smirked realizing it wasn’t actually a lie. “Oh, the girls want to go out again tonight. They want to know who finally ‘met my standards’... But I think I’m gonna pass…”

He rolled his eyes as he trailed kisses up to her collar bone, neck stopping to lave her mark again, then made his way to her lips.

“We should go after dinner with your family,” he breathed on her lips.

“W-We? Y-You wanna go to a club? Really? But—I didn’t think you’d—”

“Keh, I think you forget I’ve lived five-hundred years since we last saw each other. My nieces, while they can kick anyone’s asses, all enjoy that scene. ‘Someone’ said one of us has to watch them. Protective Uncle is better than Asshole Dad. I’ll warn the fucks, Sess would just kill them. Also, not to make you jealous, but enough women I dated wanted to do that kind of shit… But there’s only one person I ever wanted to grind on,” he winked as he came back down to smoother her in kisses as she giggled.

“Uhm… Ok. I guess we can go. I’m sorry in advance if they bring Hojo.”

He laughed, “I’d actually love to kick that scrawny fuck’s ass if he tries anything while I’m there. But,” he started to rub his hands along her body, lingered on her curves and then settled for massaging circles in between her folds, “Why don’t you tell me what you’ve been up to Ka-Go-Me?”

She groaned internally. How could someone invoke such intense feelings out of a person? How could he make her so desperate with barely any effort?? After being fully dated multiple times already.

“College. Sucky roommate. Friends still pushy. Graduated. Nurse,” she informed through each kiss exchanged with their as he teased her.

“Heh, impatient are we?” he smirked down at her as she was already breathless. He leaned closer to her ear and whispered, “Why don’t we go shower together this time and then get breakfast?”

She nodded vigorously and he laughed as he edged off her allowing her to the lead the way…

At dinner, Inuyasha filled her family in on his five-hundred years between when he saw Kagome last to now. He apparently worked for Takashasi Enterprises and was directly under Sesshomaru as the COO. His identity was currently Yashiko Takahashi and went by “Yash”. She recognized the name immediately and was shocked how well-known he had been and she never realized it was him. But he told her that had been the point. He couldn’t risk his younger self ever catching whiff of him and his presence. He was, up until four years ago, opening the new branch of their company in Berlin to avoid them.

He had an apartment near where his work was but also owned properties around the world. He maintained his human disguise originally until Sota and her mother begged to see his ears again. It all had been so surreal… He was really there—eating dinner with them again, holding her hand under the table, he had given her his old haori when they stopped at his place to change before dinner, and she had decided to wear it over her cocktail dress she picked to wear for when they went to the club again. She realized she had never been happier. More complete. As she looked into Inuyasha’s eyes, her mate, her life, she realized the feeling was mutual.

Still debating on maybe a part 2? Epilogue? We will see

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Love and War

A/N: Heyyyyy, I feel like this is the only way I start a post but... I’m not dead yet. Moving Sucks. I want it to be over....... I have been trying to write a little bit when I have a spare moment (which is not often). I did finally finish this though, so that’s something. And the funniest part is this is not any of the one-shots I had planned :/

Anyway, enjoy :)

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You and Jordan had been together for years. You had met him in a rehab center for vets. You know, the ones they force you to stay at after you come home to make sure you're okay. Though you two were in different branches, Jordan being Army and yourself being Airforce, you clicked almost instantly. The two of you spent some time getting to know each other, and within a few months, you had decided to stick together. You were both unsure of what to do with your lives, but you knew you wanted a fresh start. So when Jordan recommended California, you didn't hesitate.

So once he got his spot on a police force in a smaller town in southern California, you were off. You decided to get a degree, the military paying for it. You weren't really sure what you wanted a degree in, but you had some time to figure it out while you got your Associates. You had joined the force straight out of High School so you hadn't taken a college class of any kind. Luckily you were a pretty good student back in high school, so you hoped it hadn't all been forgotten in 5 years.

But that was a different problem than the one you were dealing with now. Unpacking and stocking your new apartment. Though you had already been in Beacon Hills for a few months, you were doing this very slowly, not sure how to proceed.

You and Jordan had very little belongings and didn't have much in the way of household stuff, so you had to buy quite a bit of stuff. The biggest issue was you were not a domestic person. I.E, you didn't cook or clean very well. It's not that you hated it or anything, your shitty mom didn't really set an example or teach you these things. You were learning, but it was a slow process. Even slower was figuring out what you needed and where the best prices were. Which Jordan was supposed to be helping you with, but he was MIA. Which was kinda worrying you.

Jordan had confided in you that he was worried because someone had made a kill list, one that included kids. He wanted to stop it, but he didn't know how.

Now that he was missing, you got worried. So you called the sheriff's station.

"Beacon County Sheriff's department, how can I help you?" A female voice answered.

"Hi, this is (y/f/n), I'm deputy Parrish's girlfriend. Is he still at the station? He called me over an hour ago saying he was on his way home but hasn't arrived. I'm just a bit worried with all these murders happening…"

“Please calm down ma’am, I am not sure if he went home yet but I will check with the Sheriff.” She replied in a calming voice.

She put you on hold and you took that time to start shoving your feet into your boots and grabbing your thick leather jacket to keep you warm. You also grabbed your guns. Though you were hoping you wouldn’t need them. You had your keys in your hand and were standing by your car, ready to go if they said Jordan wasn’t at the station.

The phone came off of the hold tone about two minutes later, and this time, a male voice spoke.

“This is Sheriff Stilinski, one of my officers told me you were Parrish’s girlfriend and you think he’s missing?”

“Is he there or not, I really am not in the mood for pleasantries right now.”

“Okay calm down.” He said.

“So he’s not there, great.” You snapped as you hung up the phone and jumped in the car, peeling out as you went hunting for any sign of your boyfriend.

You immediately followed the way he always took to and from work. When you still couldn’t find him, you started to think like a killer, not a regular worried girlfriend. As you were driving, you noticed a massive inferno shoot into the sky. You had a gut feeling so you headed towards it, tires screeching and engine roaring. You noticed an empty parking lot where a car was blazing. It took you only a moment to realize it was a police cruiser. You screeched to a halt, barely turning off the car before exiting, your one handgun in your hand, the other tucked into your jacket. You kept your gun up and looked to see who was around. You noticed a man running from the burning car and towards his own car. Another cruiser. You heard your boyfriend screaming in pain. You had to make a split-second decision. Luckily, the military had taught you how to think on your feet. So you shot out the other officer’s tires and headed for the burning car. The car was engulfed. You were desperate to get your lover out, but you couldn’t figure out a way without likely dying yourself. You screamed his name as you saw him go limp in the car.

You saw red.

You turned towards the other cop car and looked for the murder. You saw him scrunching down in his car, probably trying to find a way out. But that wasn’t going to happen on your watch. You walked away from the wreckage, using your rage to center yourself and focus on the current situation. Which was making sure this man paid for what he did. When he saw your form coming towards him, you saw the panic on his face and you smiled. You slowly walked towards the car. You could see him fumbling for his gun, but he was too slow. You used the butt of your gun to smash the window and unlock the door. As you opened the door to drag him out, he kicked you in the stomach which pushed you back a few feet. This gave him a moment to charge at you and knock you to the ground. Your head slammed into the asphalt but you used your pain to fuel you (also the adrenaline is the best pain reliever). You quickly grabbed him, kneed his balls, and used his distraction to roll him over. You had dropped your gun so you couldn't use it to knock him out, so you did the next best thing. You kept slamming his head into the ground. You didn't realize, but he had kept his gun and he tried to pistol-whip you, which made you disoriented for a moment, but that was all he needed. He then pulled the gun forward and shot your side. He pushed you off of him and started running to your car. But even with the pain, you rolled to grab your gun and before he had even made it halfway across the lot, you shot his leg. You made sure it wouldn't be lethal, but it would stop him from running. And it did as he fell flat on his face. You mustered your strength and stood up to walk over to him. He was moaning on the ground gripping his leg. You quickly kneed him in the head and he was out you muttered 'pathetic' under your breath.

Once you got the asshole tied up (making sure to cut off the blood flow, and since it was only a surface wound you weren't too worried) you shoved him into your trunk. You did a quick dressing for your side to stop the bleeding. And with one last look at the burning car, you peeled out of the parking lot, forcing yourself to look away from the inferno in your rearview. As much as you wished you had gotten there sooner, you couldn't change what had happened. You could only get justice for the man who murdered your everything.

Luckily the police station was only a short drive from where you were so you got there in no time. You pulled up rapidly, which made your tires squeal as you hit the breaks and parked directly in front of the doors. The sheriff and two teenagers quickly walked out. You got out of your car and barely gave them a look as you walked to the back of your car. You popped open the trunk, ignoring the sheriff who was yelling for you to stop moving and put your hands up. Once it was open, you looked over at the sheriff, tears running down your cheeks and said,

"He is a murderer and it took every ounce of self-control I have to not kill him on site. But I figured a quick death wasn't punishment enough."

You stepped back with your hand one hand up, the other gripping your bleeding side.

The teenage boy exclaimed "holy shit!"

"Do you want to start explaining why you have one of my deputies in your trunk bleeding and tied up?" The Sheriff asked, his gun still pointed at you.

Tears still streaming you said, "This bastard just burned Jordan alive."

"Wait, Parrish is dead?" The girl asked.

You nodded, your head bowed. You were constantly switching from rage to intense grief and sadness. And with a look at the man in your trunk the rage came back and you screamed,

"This fucker didn't just kill him. He put him through hell before he finally-"

Your voice broke before you could say the word you didn't want to think about.

"All for money. He just killed the love of my life for money. And all I could do was stand there and-and watch him burn." You murmured lowly.

The girl came over and took you by the shoulders, leading you into the station.

Slowly the adrenaline started to fade and you felt the weight of the night hit you hard. And your mind became unfocused. It was running through your memories, regrets, and what you had dreamed of for your future.

You hadn't realized, too stuck in your head, but the young female had sat you on a couch and was speaking soothing words.

You had no idea how much time had passed, but when your focus started coming back, you half-heard a conversation.

"...hasn't moved or reacted to anything." You heard a female voice.

"It's a frequent thing…. shock or …. PTSD… mile stare… watched him…. Soldier…" this was a male voice speaking, he sounded young.

"Stiles….side." it was the female voice again, she sounded panicked.

"Oh shit…. Bleeding really bad…. Hospital?.. I don't know wh…."

You heard a loud bang and jumped to your feet, pulling your gun from your belt and aimed it towards the noise. You then started swaying and dropped your gun due to the immediate pain in your side.

"Whoa whoa, hey, take it easy." The younger man said as he gently guided you back to the couch. You hissed in pain as your side was still sending shockwaves of pain through you.

"I'm fine, I've had worse." You said and gritted your teeth before standing and picking up your gun before creeping toward the door and cracking it open. You could hear the sheriff talking to someone, but it was too muffled to pick up the words. You cracked open the door ever so slightly. Your gun pointed out and just one eye peeking through. You didn’t see anything, but you could hear bits and pieces of the conversation.

“...you okay?.... Happened…. Dead…” you could only hear the sheriff, you had no idea who he was talking to but you intended to find out. You turned your head to the two kids behind you and whispered: “stay here.”

The boy went to argue, but you shut him down with a look. And you had a feeling it was more terrifying than usual due to the blood you were most likely covered in.

You crept out of the room, leaving it slightly cracked. You stuck to the walls and kept your steps near silent. As you got closer and could hear the other person, your heart stopped. You swore it sounded like….

You rounded the last bend with your gun pointed out in front of you and you nearly dropped your gun when you saw who the sheriff was talking to. You just managed to place your gun on a nearby desk before you launched yourself at the man in front of you.

"Whoa- oh." He seemed shocked until he realized it was you and he gripped you tight in return. You started crying again, not being able to help it.

"Oh god, I thought- I-I.. I watched you burn. I heard you screaming.” You sobbed into his chest.

“Shhh, I know,” Jordan spoke softly as he clutched you tighter. “I’m so happy to see you. All I could think about was you.” he murmured into your hair.

You pulled back from his chest and looked him over. He was covered in soot, his clothes were all but gone, but he was there.

You glanced at the sheriff, then back to Jordan.

“Is this real, am I hallucinating?” You asked aloud.

Jordan chuckled and pulled you back in, “No, it’s not a hallucination. I promise you I am as real as it gets.”

You heard shoes skidding to a halt behind you.

"Parrish? You're alive?" You heard the sheriff's son ask.

"Yeah, and I get the feeling things are going to get a lot more complicated." He said. As he shifted you to the side, keeping you in his hold, you hissed in pain. And the pain you'd pushed to the back of your mind came back.

"What's wrong?" He asked looking down to your side.

"Uh I may have been shot…" you got out with a grimace.

"Okay. Are you patched up?"

"Nope."

He gave you a look and immediately lifted you into his arms to sit you on a desk. He moved your jacket and shirt away, then pulled off the shitty dressing from the bloody wound.

"You stupid, reckless, silly woman." He sighed looking up to your face.

"Yeah, I know." You said unapologetically with a smile. "Hospital or can you just stitch me up?"

Jordan proceeded to closely examine the wound.

"Looks like it was just a graze, but you've been bleeding for a while."

You groaned at the thought of having to go to the hospital.

"I'll make you a deal, I'll stitch you up but first thing tomorrow we go get you checked out and make sure you're okay."

You squinted at him as he gave you that stupidly soft look that melted you every time. And he knew it.

"Stop. No. I'm not gonna look at you." You said firmly as you closed your eyes and turned your head away.

You heard him shift while laughing lightly. "You are such a child." You could hear the smile in his voice.

"Don't care, I won't look at you."

"Do you agree or do I have to wrestle you into the car and take you to the hospital now?" You could hear the smugness and you could imagine him staring at you with soft eyes, arms crossed and standing straight.

You looked at the floor and murmured a "fuck you…. smug asshole"

He laughed and patted your thigh.

"I'm going to clean up and then we'll get you stitched up and head home."

As he left to grab whatever clothes he could find and clean up, the two teenagers approached. The boy looked at you with awe and an intense look that said he had 800 questions. The girl followed behind looking slightly intrigued but clearly in a different way than the boy.

"Hey so that was crazy and you did a hell of a job on him and dad already gave him a quick patch but he's been whimpering since he woke up. What happened, how did you get shot? How are you-" you cut the young boy off by raising your hand and giving him a look. "Right, sorry."

You gave a half laugh as you shook your head.

"First of little Stilinski, why are you so interested and second why were you and your girlfriend here this late anyway?"

They both sputtered and tried to get out that they weren't a thing but you had a feeling if they really weren't together, they would soon.

You just chuckled and gave them a look. The girl then stepped up next to him and started talking.

"Look a lot is going on right now. We came here to talk to Stiles' father about something and that's when you pulled up." She said as if that answered everything. From the look of her and the brief description Jordan had given you, you figured this had to be Lydia. The girl he thought was a psychic.

"Hmm, Lydia is it?" You asked but didn't give her a chance to confirm nor deny, "If you think that is going to satisfy me clearly you aren't as smart as Jordan described. I was in the Airforce for a long time and had more training than you can fathom. With this, I know when someone is trying to hide something."

"That's not what she was trying to do. And we don't know you, so we're not just going to tell you about all the things happening in our lives." Little Stilinski said, jumping to Lydia's aid.

"And you know what, that's fine. I don't need to know about your teen drama. But. I do have the right to know what's going on when it involves Jordi." You said, a look of fierce determination.

"You know I hate that nickname," Jordan said as he reentered the room.

"No you don't, you love it." You said with a soft smile.

"No I really don't, but I love you so I guess it's the same."

#teen wolf #jordan parrish #jordan parrish x reader #one shot #fluff #angst #fighting

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dustyphantom · 4 years

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Drunken Truths

Hi! I'll be participating in FT LGBT pride this year! I probably won't do all of the prompts.

Happy Pride to all in these uncertain and unconventional time. Although the parades may be cancelled, our pride is not! 🏳️‍🌈

Prompt: Love

Pairing: Canajane

Tomorrow was the Fantasia parade, and as customs go, the members of Fairy Tail were expected to get drunk to high hell in celebration of the annual festival. However, almost every year, Mirajane had resigned herself to remaining sober, in case something got out of hand. She, Erza, Gajeel, and Freed formed the so-called Sober Patrol(or Fun Police, depending on who you asked).

Normally Mirajane had no trouble staying away from the alcohol, but this year, she did have some temptations.

"Heyyyyy lovely," Cana slurred, "Can I take you out for a drink tonight?"

"It appears you've already had a few too many," Mirajane responded, "Besides, you know I can't have anything to drink. It's guild policy."

"Pshh, who cares about the rules when you can have FUN!" the card mage drunkenly yelled.

"Sorry, maybe another day."

Although Cana was normally one to keep her guildmates in line, the situation changed drastically once she had enough drinks(Thirty-one and a quarter beers, if Mirajane remembered correctly).

"Fun Police," Cana mumbled under her alcohol-ridden breath as she stalked away.

Mirajane gave a sad little giggle. Cana was going to be so sick tomorrow.

The night soon dissolved into drunken brawls, most people fainting within the first few blows. It only got more chaotic as somebody picked up Freed and attempted to throw him across the guildhall, drawing an appropriately terrified screech from the man. Just like every year, the Sober Police eventually had to step in and attempt to break up the fight, which just made it even worse. In everybody's drunken confusion, they had apparently forgotten some of the key rules of the guild:

1. Freed makes the rules. Disobey them, and you will pay.

2. Don't touch Levy unless you like eating iron.

3. Don't hit Erza if you like having your extremities attached to your torso

In the ensuing fit of runes, iron, swords, and many other means of magic, Mirajane couldn't make out a single individual person. From her place outside the fight, it was just a wriggling mass of explosions and alcohol.

Oh dear. I hope nobody gets too hurt, she thought.

But of course, there was not being safe in this mess.

A scream cutting through the noise caught Mira's attention. Immediately, she turned towards the source, somewhere within the frenzy.

That was Cana.

The she-devil could feel her blood boil, magic pulsing through her veins as the fourth key rule was broken:

4. Whatever you do, if you want to live to see tomorrow, don't make Mirajane angry.

A shriek erupted from her throat as the magic in her body exploded out, shrouding her in a field of dark energy. The whole guild hall shuddered, everyone's eyes immediately drawn to her. Piercing blue eyes stared into the crowd, scanning everyone who stood before her before a deep growl rumbled in her throat, "This better stop right now if you all want to live to see daylight."

Although they were all still drunk, the rest of the guild could come to their senses enough to utter a collective, "Yes Ma'am."

The she-devil sighed, waiting for everyone to pull away from each other into a semi-organized group before returning to her human form. She frowned, not a pretty white hair out of place as she turned to Erza.

"Right," the redhead cleared her throat, "This has gone on long enough. Those of you sober enough to walk, take your companions home."

Once again, a synchronous "Yes Ma'am."

Over the process of the next half hour, the guild hall slowly emptied out as the members headed home, accompanied by those who lived near them. Freed, Erza, and Gajeel left with their partners as the crowd thinned, leaving Mirajane to take care of any remaining stragglers.

Or, straggler, singular.

Once everybody else had gone home for the night, Cana was the only one left, sprawled across one of the tables and reeking of booze. Mirajane smiled faintly as she walked over to the young woman, who was babbling incoherently.

"Come on now. Let's get you home."

Mirajane shifted Cana off of the table, slinging one of the card mage's arms over her shoulder as they staggered back to the she-devil's apartment. They were only halfway there when Cana started to make sense.

"Yer beautiful, y'know that?" Cana mumbled, "Yer real beautiful."

Mirajane blushed, but ignored the card mage, lest she have to remind her the next morning.

Cana drunkenly hiccuped, "Never met anyone as lovely as you, man or woman."

"That's nice of you to say," Mirajane responded, still refusing to look at Cana.

But, apparently, the card mage wasn't having it. She stood up, shifting her weight to her own feet. She turned on Mira, backing the she-devil into a wall, one hand planted beside the shorter woman's head, the other running over Mirajane's pale cheek.

"Cana, what has gotten into you?" Mirajane asked, but made no attempt to get away from her.

"I mean it. I really mean it when I say you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," the card mage said, eyes glowing with passion. She leaned in closer, hand traveling to tilt Mirajane's chin up to face her.

"Cana-" The she-devil started, but was abruptly cut off as the card mage pulled her into a deep kiss. The bitter punch of alcohol was still very present on her tongue as it slid into Mirajane's mouth, but it was intoxicating. She wanted nothing more than to indulge Cana's every wish, but she knew it was wrong. The card mage wasn't in control of herself, she couldn't let her friend do something she'd regret.

Mirajane gently pushed her back, cheeks burning, "I think we should get back to my apartment."

As soon as she let go, Cana began to collapse. Mirajane picked her up again with a squeal, helping the taller woman semi-consciously stagger the rest of the way back to her apartment. Once they got back, the she-devil opted to let Cana sleep on the carpeted floor, as she wouldn't know the difference when she fell asleep in approximately two minutes. Still, she pulled a blanket over her, and tucked a pillow under her head.

Mirajane changed into pajamas before climbing into the bed next to Cana. She tried to sleep, but her mind was racing, replaying the events that had just happened over and over. The card mage had never particularly been a flirty drunk, so could she have possibly meant what she said?

No, she assured herself, Cana was too drunk to think straight. There was no way she really meant everything that she said, no matter how much she wanted it to be true. She'd had a crush on the card mage for the longest time, but never in her wildest dreams would she have thought she would get to kiss her, or that Cana would ever reciprocate the feelings. Sure, the dating pool in Magnolia for women who loved women was small, but surely Cana would have found someone more attractive than Mirajane. It just had to be pure coincidence that she was around when the card mage got drunk enough to get flirty.

Even still, that answer was not enough to satisfy her still-pounding heart and racing thoughts.

She wasn't sure when it was, probably hours later, when Mirajane's worrying and overthinking finally wore her out enough to fall asleep.

********

Mirajane awoke the next morning with the sun barely up to the sound of someone retching in the bathroom. It took her a few seconds to regain her bearings and remember the events of last night, and when she did, her face flushed bright red. Oh goodness, Cana had kissed her! And she was in her house! What was she going to do?

Luckily, she realized she would have a bit more time to think about it as she heard the shower start up. She flopped back on her bed, pulling a pillow close to her chest. What was she going to do? Going to say, after the girl she liked had drunkenly confessed her love?

She rolled onto her side, hiding her face behind the pillowcase as her mind raced a mile a minute. She wasn't sure how long it was before she heard the bathroom door creak open.

"Hey. Sorry if I took a while," Cana said, that irritably adorable grin on her face.

"N-no, it's alright," Mirajane replied as she sat up, sure her cheeks were still flushed bright red.

The card mage frowned, "Are you alright? You look a bit off," She slowly approached Mirajane, reaching out to touch her forehead when Mirajane jumped back. Cana flinched before the realization hit her, "Oh gods, what did I say last night?" she asked, putting a hand over her face.

Mirajane swallowed, "Do remember anything?"

Cana shook her head, "Nah. Nothing," she gave a coy smile, "Maybe if you remind me, I'll remember?"

The she-devil swallowed before adjusting herself to sit with her legs folded underneath her, "Well, you were pretty drunk but..."

The card mage gave a hearty laugh, "Well, that's a given!"

Mirajane hid her face behind the pillow again momentarily, "Well, on the way back, you were saying… weird things," she took a deep breath, regathering her nerves, "You said you loved me, and then you… you kissed me."

Cana's eyes went wide, "Is that all?"

The she-devil nodded, "Yes. Nothing else notable happened."

The card mage breathed a sigh of relief, a blush spreading across her cheeks, "Well, at least I didn't do anything I regret."

"Wh-what do you mean?" Mirajane stammered, "You said you loved me!"

Cana shrugged, grinning, "As I said, nothing I regret, and nothing untrue."

"You mean..."

The card mage nodded, "I do love you. I was too scared to say anything because I thought you would reject me."

Mirajane smiled, "To be honest, I've been wanting to say the same thing to you."

It took Cana a second to react, "Wait, really? You mean it?"

She nodded shyly. The card mage burst out laughing, throwing her arms around Mirajane, who couldn't help but laugh a little as well.

"Gods, everything about this is a little..." Mirajane started

"Unconventional? Ridiculous?" Cana asked. The she-devil nodded, and the card mage gave another of her impossibly adorable grins, "Just the way I like it."

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#fairy tail #canajane #ftlgbt #ftlgbtfics #ft pride #ftlgbtpride #ftlgbtpride2020 #ftevents #ftlgbtales #quarantine pride #lgbt 🏳️‍🌈#happy pride month 🏳️‍🌈

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lifeisntafantasy · 4 years

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Not Home

TW: Unsympathetic!Virgil (i think thats what it would count as?), suicide, toxic(?) family, mentions of violence, mention of self harm, crying, suicidal thoughts, slight self hate, yelling/arguing, swearing/cursing. Please tell me if there is anything that I missed.

Word Count: 3,935.

Patton bounced his leg as the end of the school day approached. He just had to push through this last hour then he didn't have to fake a smile anymore. He could walk home by himself, and he could go home and maybe sleep. Sleep sounded like a lovely option. His guardian might not be home, even if she was she might not be awake. So he could probably go to sleep when he gets home.

Home... No Patton wouldn't call it that. He was told home is where your heart is, meaning where you loved with all of your heart. Somewhere you could feel safe and loved and wanted. If he were going by that definition, he would never call that place home. No, it's the place he temporarily resided. Everything would get better eventually. Maybe. Hopefully.

Patton opened his laptop and decided to text his online friend, Virgil. They had been messaging for almost two years, and Virgil always made him smile. Virgil was so amazing and Patton would do anything for Virgil. Patton wished he could fly to wherever Virgil was so he could hug him. But he probably wouldn't be able to until got a job and earned money for a plane ticket, but he couldn't get a job yet because he wasn't allowed to.

Patton: Heyyyyy

Patton sighed and looked at the time. He still had another forty minutes in school.

"Mr. Foster, do you know the answer?" Patton's science teacher asked him.

Without even looking up from his laptop, watching to see when Virgil answers, he responded, "No I don't."

Patton's teacher sighed, "Really? You don't know what the phases of mitosis are?"

Patton didn't respond to the teacher, so he just turned and asked another student. Just as Patton was about to stop watching his messages between Virgil, the latter sent a response.

Virge: Hey Pat. What's up?

Patton smiled genuinely as he typed in his response.

Patton: The sky lol

Virge: I should've seen that coming lol. I meant how are you Pat?

Patton: I'm exhausted. And a bit sad. But both of those will probably be fixed when I get to go home and sleep.

Virge: Your guardian isn't gonna be there again?

Patton: Probably not. Or she'll be asleep and that means I can sleep until she wakes up at least. And my siblings will be home, but they can survive a couple hours while I sleep.

Virge: That's good. You need sleep. Goodness knows how long you stay up at night. And people say I'm a night owl lol

Patton: Ye I need to sleep. I'm exhausted.

Patton smiled and looked at the time. It went by very fast since he was texting Virgil. He only had about seven minutes until he had to go home. He couldn't wait to sleep so he didn't have to worry about anything and he didn't have to think about anything. It was going to be great.

Patton: I have to walk home now and I'm gonna go to sleep, so I'll probably text you in a couple hours. Ttyl!

Virge: Talk to ya later. Have fun sleeping.

Patton: I will lol.

Patton sighed in relief as the school day ended and he slipped his school supplies into his backpack. All he had to do was walk home and then he could finally have a nap. Walking home would make him extra tired, so it would be easier for him to sleep. Patton pulled his backpack onto his shoulders and plastered a smile so fake that it hurt to use it. There was no way he could keep his smile on for long, so he quickly walked out of the school. No one lived by him so he didn't have to keep up this smile while walking.

As he walked home he listened to Billie Eilish's song Everything I Wanted. He liked the lyrics and it was a quiet enough song that he could hear the things around him.

Patton sighed as he got home; just as he suspected, his guardian wasn't at the house. His siblings were there, but they were already on their phones and just chilling around the house.

"Is there any food?" Patton asked his younger sister, Ruby. She shook her head and sighed.

"No. There's a box of macaroni and cheese that I can make if you want, but that's about it."

Patton shook his head, "No thanks. I was just wondering. I'm gonna go take a nap, but if you need me, wake me up, okay?"

Ruby nodded and looked back at her phone and Patton walked away to go to sleep. He slipped his shoes and backpack off and plopped onto his bed. He decided he wasn't going to change out of his jeans and t-shirt. He tugged on his hoodie, put on some music, and fell asleep almost immediately, not bothering to even get a blanket to stay warm.

A few hours later, Patton was awoken to the sound of shouting.

Oh great. The Wicked Witch of the West is here.

Patton took a deep breath and got out of bed, turning off his music and shoving his phone in his pocket. He knew his guardian would be angry he didn't do his chores, so he walked slowly to the living room, giving himself time to prepare his emotions. He hated breaking down in front of his guardian because she would get angry that he started crying and sometimes she would start to say things like, "Be quiet. There's no reason for you to be crying," or, "Why are you crying? No one hit you." Then she would proceed to hit him and continue to tell him to stop crying.

Patton looked at his guardian, Ashley, with a blank face as she continued to yell at Ruby. Neither of them had noticed Patton was awake because of their shouting match, so Patton knew he had to speak up to stop the fighting before it escalated.

"Hello. Why are you guys arguing?" Patton said loud enough for the two females in front of him to turn their heads to look at him.

Ruby spoke up first, "Because I didn't want to pick up the mess our younger brother made because he should be responsible for his own mess. He's literally only a year younger than me and he never has to do anything!" Ruby shouted and Patton took a deep breath.

"Okay, calm down, Ruby. All I did was ask a question. Take a deep breath," Patton sighed.

Ashley looked at Ruby angrily, "He does things around the house! You just don't see it because he does it before you get home!"

Patton sighed, "Can you calm down too? You're not going to get any results by shouting."

Ashley turned to look at Patton. Her face didn't change from it's angry glare, if anything she looked even more enraged.

"Are you really trying to tell me calm down when none of you listen to me?! You didn't even do your chores today! All you did was sleep because you're so fucking lazy! Do you know how much I work everyday in this house to keep it clean, just for you kids to mess it up!" Ashley shouted walking closer to Patton, forgetting about Ruby for a moment which is what Patton wanted in the first place. He didn't want their argument to get physical, which happens often.

"But it looks the same everyday. This house is always a mess, Ashley," Patton said, which he immediately regretted because her face turned bright red and blotchy from how infuriated she became.

"I work my ass off to take care of you all! Do you think it's easy to take care of five children, who are so ungrateful?! I'm your guys' mother and disrespect and hatred is all I get in return!" Ashley yelled, but Patton didn't care anymore. Soon he was going to start shouting, too.

"You. Are not. Our mother." Patton said, his voice quiet, but clearly filled with rage.

"I am your mother, whether you like it or not!" Ashley shouted.

"YOU ARE NOT OUR MOTHER AND YOU WILL NEVER BE!" Patton shouted, his eyes filling with tears of anger and sadness. "Our mother actually cares about us! She doesn't treat us like shit, and she's working to get custody of us! Soon enough we will not need to deal with your bullshit!"

Ashley chuckled, but it was filled with disdain, "How long has she been telling you that now? You've lived with me for most of your life, and your mother still hasn't gotten custody of you all. She's probably never going to get custody of you. Just go do your chores and you can go back to sleep, you lazy ass."

Patton let his tears fall and looked at Ruby, "It's better if you just do whatever she asked you to do. Then she'll leave you alone for a little while." Patton smiled sadly at Ruby as she nodded and turned to clean their dining room, where their brother dumped all of his toys on the floor.

A couple of months after this incident and everything has gone down hill for Patton. His family doesn't stop fighting, and it gets physical very often. Patton usually stops it, but no one cares if it affects him; they don't check in to see if he was fine after struggling to restrain his older brother from hitting his sister while they're fighting, even if Patton has tears pouring down his face. No one decides to check on him after he gets hit and scratched and punched from being between fights. He's also failing his classes in school. No one asks why, they just say that he should be working and he can do better, he shouldn't be failing.

No one noticed how he only wore long sleeved shirts and hoodies, hiding the red lines littered all over his arms. Patton felt the only people that cared about him were his two online friends, Roman and Virgil, and his best friend, Logan. They listened to how he felt, and always talked to him when he needed to. His other "friends" at school didn't even talk to him unless they needed answers or they had no one else to talk to. He was their last resort.

Patton spaced out at lunch, almost jumping out of his seat when his band director, Mr. Sanders, placed his hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, Pat. Are you okay? You look a little sad today," Mr. Sanders said kindly.

Patton tried not to squirm away from the hand on his shoulder. Patton just plastered a smiled on his face, subconsciously tugging his hoodie sleeves over his hands, and said, "I'm okay! I'm just thinking about how much I'm dreading taking the playing quiz in band today."

Mr. Sanders just smiled, "You'll do just fine, Patton," he said, walking away.

Patton sighed, letting his face fall into a neutral expression and rested his head on the cool table in front of him. He heard Logan talking to one of the other people at their table. Patton didn't want to bother Logan with what he was thinking about, so he just kept his head down.

"Patton, are you okay?" Jenna, a girl who sat at their table and Patton didn't like very much, asked. She was very fake, and she always made other people feel ignored and used because she moved from one friend to another, like changing jewelry.

Patton just nodded, not bothering to look at her.

You'll be okay. Just push through a couple more hours, then you can go back home and you'll clean then sleep. You'll be fine.

As it turns out, Patton was wrong. He went back to his house and everything was already in deep shit. Ashley and his older brother were arguing, very loudly, about everything and nothing, Patton's younger brother was crying because of the shouting, and Patton's oldest brother didn't seem to care about anything that was going on. He just sat on their sofa, texting people.

Immediately Patton went over to calm his little brother down. It took a few minutes, but Patton convinced his little brother to calm down and go to Patton's room and close the door to block out the shouting.

Patton then turned to his older brother and Ashley.

"I'm home," Patton said, stopping the arguing momentarily.

"What took you so long? Come here and give me a kiss!" Ashley said impatiently.

"Give me a moment, please," Patton started, walking away, "I need to put my backpack down."

"No! You know when you walk in the house that you need to give me a kiss! It's a sign of respect!" Ashley nagged. Truth was that Patton couldn't bare to give Ashley a kiss; he hated having any physical contact with her.

"Shut the fuck up already," Patton's older brother said in a loud voice.

Patton looked at him, "Please don't."

"What did I do?!" His brother all but screeched.

"Nothing, I just cant deal with so much yelling right now. I just got home and I'm exhausted. I can't deal with shouting." Patton sighed as his brother walked away, muttering a 'fine' on the way out.

As soon as Patton's brother left the room, Ashley looked at Patton.

"You better not be too tired to clean the kitchen. You know you need to clean it right after school. I cleaned the rest of the house already," Ashley barked at Patton.

Patton looked into the kitchen, and he almost started sobbing in despair. The kitchen sink was overflowing with dirty dishes, the counters and stove had old food on them, and the table was covered in spilled juices and drinks. The floor was covered in dirt, it was sticky, and it had papers all over it.

"Don't forget that you need to clean the fridge, too," Ashley informed Patton.

Patton started crying. There was no way he was going to be able to clean the kitchen and the refrigerator in one day. It was too much. And he still had to clean his room, which was also a mess. There was no way he could do it, and he was going to get into so much trouble, and he would get his phone taken away, and he wouldn't be able to text Roman or Virgil. Patton wiped his tears quickly off his face and stopped his crying immediately; he didn't want Ashley yelling at him more for crying.

Patton just sighed and took a deep breath to steady his voice. "Why can't someone else clean the fridge? I always clean it."

"Because I told you to clean it, and you always clean it the best," Ashley said impatiently.

Patton just nodded his head and headed to the kitchen to start cleaning. He didn't have the energy to argue, and he didn't want to get yelled at because he knew he'd start crying if he was hollered at. His emotions were not okay at the moment, so he decided to just listen. He'd been doing that a lot more recently. He'd just let Ashley complain and tell him what to do, then he would do it.

Patton looked at his phone and saw that Virgil hadn't texted him yet, like he usually would. Patton sent a quick 'Hello', turning around to survey the kitchen, turned on music, and started to clean the kitchen. He started with the table, then the counters, then the stove. Patton sat down on one of the chairs at the table, and he leaned his head against the table, letting his tears fall. Ashley had gone to her room which meant she wouldn't come out of there for a couple hours.

Patton heard his phone go off, and he immediately checked it. Apparently he had gotten a text from Roman and Virgil.

Roman: Hello, good friend!

Patton smiled slightly before letting his face fall and sending a quick greeting and checking what Virgil messaged him.

Virge: How are you doing?

Patton stared at the text for a moment. How was he doing? He couldn't tell.

Patton: Idk. Could be better. I'm cleaning my kitchen, but I'm also breaking down crying so that's not good ig.

Patton put his phone down and continued cleaning. He decided to clean his fridge because even though it was disgusting and he preferred not to, it was better than scrubbing dishes for hours and sweeping and mopping the floor.

After about an hour of cleaning the fridge and texting his friends, one of his friends finally had enough of his complaining.

Virge: Patton you complain so much about every little thing that happens to you. Like you never stop complaining and frankly its really annoying. Other people have it worse than you. And honestly the things you complain about aren't even that important. You act like such a baby all the time. You're just annoying. Not to mention you act so dumb and foolish all the time. You annoy me, you annoy your family, and you probably annoy your other friends, if you even have any. Honestly if you just killed yourself nobody would mind. I used to think you were cool until you constantly just complained about everything in your life. Youre so annoying. Goodbye.

Patton stared at the message, reading and rereading it over and over again, before he just stared blankly at his screen.

Patton felt like his whole world had collapsed around him.

Of course Virgil had gotten tired of him. Why wouldn't he? Virgil was right, all Patton did was complain anymore.

But Patton didn't think his problems were that small, were they? Maybe they were. Sure Patton's living situation wasn't the best, but it was nothing compared to other people's problems.

Maybe Virgil was right. . .

Patton's problems really weren't that bad. Other people had it worse. Still, Patton couldn't deal with it anymore. Virgil was definitely correct about one thing: No one would care if Patton killed himself.

Patton clearly just annoyed and exhausted everyone around him with his constant complaining and never ending whining. His other two friends probably hated him, just as Virgil had. His family wouldn't care if he died, they didn't even acknowledge his existence most of the time unless he was stopping them from almost killing each other. Ashley would be happy, finally getting Patton out of her hair.

As Patton thought about it all, he started sobbing quietly. His best friend of 2 years had officially abandoned him, and everyone so obviously hated him. He couldn't move out and get a better life, so he was stuck at home.

No. . . not home. Patton will never have a home. He thought he found home in a person, but it was fake.

He couldn't stand all the pain anymore. He couldn't do anything to leave the cause of all of it. He needed to leave everything. Forever.

Patton wiped his eyes and forced his tears to stop, which he had gotten good at over the past few months of his life. He needed to find a way to leave. He needed to find a way to kill himself.

Patton quietly searched the house, his family just hanging out because, unlike him, they weren't neck deep in chores. No one looked up as the saw him look around, no one seemed to care he was there. That was fine, it'd make everything so much easier for him.

He didn't know how he was going to do this. He's never fully thought through. Of course he had ideas, but he never actually planned on going through with it. Patton's plan was to just wait a couple more years until he finished high school and meet his online friends, but his best friend just admitted that he hated Patton, along with telling his that one of his worst fears was most likely true and that everyone thought he was awful and hated him.

Honestly, Virgil was the only reason Patton was alive anymore. Sure, he had Roman and Logan, but honestly Virgil was the only person Patton felt he could talk to without being judged or hated. But of course Patton's judgement of the situation was wrong. And Virgil usually was a very understanding, kind, and patient person. If he didn't want to deal with Patton's complaining, who would?

As Patton thought about it more, he started crying again. He didn't stop the tears this time, though. He just let them fall as he searched his house. No one would notice he was crying, and as long as he stayed quiet Ashley wouldn't come out of her room and bother him about why he was looking through all of her belongings instead of cleaning. And by now Patton knew how to be quiet.

After a while of venturing through the house Patton found an almost full bottle of some type of pain killers, he didn't care to check the name. All he knew was if he took enough of the pills he could overdose and die. Which is what he was hoping for.

Patton quickly headed to his kitchen and grabbed one of the only clean glasses to drink out of. For a moment Patton thought that he shouldn't do it. He couldn't leave all of his siblings like this. It was wrong. But Patton immediately pushed away that thought; he didn't care anymore, he just wanted a way to end all the pain. It was too much.

Patton hid the bottle of pills in his hoodie pocket as he passed all his siblings to head to the bathroom. He slipped into the bathroom quietly and took the pills back out. It was a fairly large bottle, which should be enough to help him achieve his goal.

Patton shrugged off his hoodie, uncovering the pink lines scattered across his skinny, pale arms, and placed his hoodie on the floor. He uncapped the bottle, pouring plenty of the pills into his cupped hand. He quickly turned on the faucet and filled the cup with water, shoving the pain killers in his mouth and quickly chugging them. He repeated the process a couple times.

Finally Patton decided to grab his phone from his pants pocket. He typed out a quick message to Roman stating:

Hey, kiddo. I'm sorry. For everything. For bothering you all the time with my problems. For constantly complaining and being annoying. Worry not, you wont have to deal with me anymore. I've decided to leave, and this is my final farewell. Goodbye. I love you. Please don't be sad, if you even care at all.

Patton felt a sharp pinch in his stomach and knew he needed to quickly send the message. So he did. And he copied it and sent it to Logan. And, after a moment's hesitation, he also sent it to Virgil. He placed his phone down on the sink, turning it on vibrate, and settling down in the bathtub, shutting the curtain, as he felt a larger pain in his stomach, which almost made him call out in pain.

Patton heard his phone buzzing a good deal, but that became background noise as his brain became foggy from the effect of the pills. He felt another, once again larger, pain, but this time not only in his stomach, but throughout his whole abdomen, and he smiled.

Not much longer now. . .

Patton slowly faded from consciousness and, eventually, life. It wouldn't be until many hours later that his family would find him, skin so pale it could match paper, with no breath, nor heartbeat.

#tw suicide #tw toxic family #tw cursing #tw crying #tw suicidal thoughts #tw mentions of self harm #unsympathetic virgil #tw mentions of violence #patton sanders #patton angst #logan sanders #roman sanders #vent fic #never thought id be venting through patton #i dont like him that much #also never thought id be making virgil unsympathetic #sorry this is so bad #its like the longest thing ive ever written

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imalwaysaslutfordrag · 4 years

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I know I’m late but you’re so good at writing “Take my bed tonight, I’ll sleep on the couch” and “You’re cute when you’re half asleep” for GoodeDoll please🥺🥺

If anyone is late, my dear, it’s me. Thank you for these prompts (they were my favorites on the list but shh don’t tell anybody))

“Take my bed tonight, I’ll sleep on the couch” and “You’re cute when you’re half asleep”

They were in Vegas.

City of sin and regret. Where anything an everything was possible. The night was young, the drinks were flowing... and Gigi just wanted to sleep.

Gigi was a sleepy drunk.

No matter how much she had tried to convince the rest of her season 12 sisters she wasn’t, three shots in and Gigi just wanted to curl up in a ball and knock the fuck out. She was trying to ignore it, trying to get out on the dance floor and live it up she was newly 21 after all, she should be partying. But after nearly passing out on Widow twice in the span of one song, she was promptly lead away from the dance floor.

Evidently, the girls had decided she needed to go home because before Gigi could blink she was in the hotel elevator, being propped up by a familiar body.

“Nicky?” Gigi asked, uncertainty in her voice.

“You nearly fell asleep on the bar.” Nicky said, brushing a stray piece of Gigi’s hair away from her face. “I wanted to make sure you got to bed okay.”

The elevator dinged, and Gigi was too tired to ask any more questions. Nicky led her slowly but securely down the hallway and through the door to their right.

Nicky sat Gigi up lightly on the edge of the bed and got to work arranging the pillows and blankets around the younger queen.

Gigi looked around quizzically. “This isn’t my room.”

“No, I don’t have your keys. You can take my bed tonight, I’ll sleep on the couch,” Nicky said, still bustling about the room, trying to get it in order. Trying to keep herself busy so she didn’t focus on the fact that Gigi was in her bed.

“I don’t wanna be a bother,” Gigi said earnestly, but her yawn a moment later seemed to kill the sentiment.

“You aren’t a bother,” Nicky answered truthfully. And even if she were a bother, Nicky would gladly have Gigi be a bother for the rest of their lives.

“If you say so,” Gigi mumbled, throwing herself into the mass of pillows Nicky had placed around her.

Nicky stood over her a moment, letting a small smile crack at the corners of her mouth. “You’re cute when you’re half asleep.” Gigi smiled. “You don’t talk as much,” Nicky added.

“Heyyyyy.”

“Kidding, kidding.” Nicky held her hands up in surrender.

Gigi let her head fall against the pillow and smiled at the feeling. Nicky’s heart lurched in her chest at the sight, but she pushed the feeling away for now. There would be time later for that.

She made to stand up, but a hand on her wrist stopped her from moving.

“Stay.” Gigi murmured.

“I will be just there on the couch,” Nicky reassured.

“Stay here.” Gigi reluctantly opened her eyes to peer up at Nicky. “Please.”

And who was Nicky to say no to that?

She toed off her shoes and wormed her way under the blankets until she could feel the heat radiating off of the younger queen’s body. Nicky tried to keep her distance, not knowing how much of Gigi’s behavior was due to sleep deprivation or alcohol consumption. Luckily, Gigi passed out within minutes of her head hitting the pillow, so she didn’t notice Nicky sneaking back over to her spot on the couch.

Nicky was left to look up at the spinning ceiling fan that seemed to mimic her thoughts. They kept circling back to Gigi.

Nicky dared to wonder what the fuck her heart had gotten her into this time.

#GoodeDoll #gigi goode #nicky doll #prompts #fluff #thanks for the prompt #drabble

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hazkiwislutt · 5 years

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chapter one: singles, one night stands, and a baby shower

{ hey friends, it’s athena! here is chapter one of the chasing love series! if you haven’t read the prologue, it’s linked on my master list :) i hope you enjoy this series, and i’ve never written anything this long on this blog so if my writing gets a bit tired at the end, i apologize. i would like to improve on that to make the whole piece good! thank you for reading, it means the world, i loaf u! }

The night at Niall’s had come to a smooth close. The alcohol had hit Y/N harder than a freight train. She had been gently transported up the stairs to Niall’s guest room by Harry, who had left the party shortly after, and who decided that although he genuinely would have loved to stay behind and take care of her, he did have an early morning meeting with management that just couldn’t be postponed any longer. He’d laid her down on the bed and peeled back the covers to allow her to crawl under them, but to his amusement, she wrapped the covers on only one side of her body, and left the other half in the open air.

“Gotta make sure there’s not… a… uh… shit, what do they call it?” She slurred heavily as her eyes fluttered open and shut before she finished her sentence promptly, punctuating it with a burp. “Temperature imbalance.”

Harry had laughed at that, and she smiled lazily before patting his hand softly.

“You’re not going to be here when I wake up, huh?” Her voice was soft, and he was taken aback by her question. His face must’ve given away his surprise because she simply giggled sadly, and patted his hand once more, before shutting her eyes and dozing off.

Harry hadn’t seen her in over a month and a half since that night (not that he was counting), and while there was no terribly passionate burning to see her again, he couldn’t deny that she’d been on his mind more times than was socially acceptable. After his meeting, he’d gone home and immediately followed her on Instagram, and added every single one of her songs to his playlist. He was both irked and amazed at the talent she possessed and the music she produced, wondering how “she could be tha’ talented, an’ lovely, an’ captivating. S’a bit unfair, innit, Evie,” as his feline friend purred in response. He found himself picking up his phone to ask Niall if he had her number, but then he realized she was preparing to release a new single (it was the only thing she’d been posting about on her social media), which Harry knew meant that she’d be swamped in the studio. How many times had he been in that same position?

However, that didn’t stop him from watching every interview she’d ever done, and looking up trivial facts about her. He thought of her smile every time the sun flitted in through the airy curtains he had that covered his balcony window, and her laugh when the summer breeze rustled the trees that lined his driveway, and the way she’d looked at him with such adoration when the moon rose and he stood on his back patio to gaze at the stars.

Maybe there was a little bit of terribly passionate burning.

He supposed he just adored the energy she gave off– something he always looked for when making new friends, and he craved the witty conversation she’d carried with him that night, even if she were hammered.

Harry was threatening to crack under the weight of not wanting to disturb her musical process, and desperately wanting to meet her again, and it seemed that the universe had finally had enough of his sullen moping as he went to pick up his mail at the end of his driveway. He had opened his mailbox, a simple ivory one with pastel pink and purple handprints covering the expanse (courtesy of Anne and Gemma), and pulled out its contents, shuffling through the various envelopes as he sauntered back to his front door. Bills, no problem. Fuckin’ advertisements. Oh, coupons!

Harry had stopped dead in his tracks, right outside his own front door, as he held a small envelope that had been sent from Y/N. He smiled with endearment as he turned it over in his hands; sending a letter rather than asking for his number was exactly like something she’d do, even though Harry had only met her once. It’s hardly fair, Harry thought as he fumbled to open his door, that her handwriting is pretty, too. Her clunky scrawl wasn’t displeasing or difficult to read, but it was so characteristically her that it nearly made Harry’s head spin. He gently tore the envelope open to reveal a thick ivory card that had the words “you’re invited” printed nicely in the middle, before unfolding the card to read its contents.

Harry,

My newest single is dropping in three days! I’m holding a gathering with a few close friends and my team if you’d like to drop by for a bit… I never did get to thank you for being so lovely to me at Niall’s party. People will start coming by around 8:00 PM, but you’re welcome whenever it suits you… I don’t do much, anyhow. I hope this isn’t too last minute!

Fondly,

Y/N

Her number was written under her signature, and Harry’s heart lurched happily in his chest as he skipped giddily to the pantry, since this was a victory that deserved a bit of sparkling water and quinoa chips. Thank God, thank the universe, and thank the aliens nine galaxies over for this miracle! As Harry tore open a bag of his chips, crunching happily, he debated whether he should send her a text to acknowledge that he received her letter or not.

Before he could change his mind, he quickly punched her number into his phone and sent her a quick text.

It’s H. I’ll be there. Thank you for thinking of me. Xx

Her response came instantaneously, and Harry’s face broke into a grin, biting his lip as he read what she had to say.

Yay, I’m so glad you can come!

By the way… I didn’t know anyone even sent letters anymore. You’re old.

Heyyyyy :( You’re mean, Styles! I just think it’s nicer when someone sends you a letter. You can save letters… Can’t always save texts.

Her answer endeared Harry, but he soon began to think quickly, debating what to say in order to keep the conversation going, similar to the way he’d scrambled for words the night they met. However, his phone chimed with another message that brought him from his frenzied thoughts.

You know… I’ve released a lot of songs since all this happened to me, but I still get nerves before I release another one. That ever happen to you? Sorry if that’s weird to ask.

Harry stared at the screen, cheeks beginning to hurt from how much he’d smiled in the past few minutes, and began to type a response. He should’ve known, even after one meeting, that with Y/N, he’d never have to scramble to keep the conversation alive.

After a month of some terribly passionate burning and restless nights, Harry fell asleep soundly, head filled with floating images of a nice girl with a preference of letters to texts, a beautiful voice, the ability to chug Belvedere as if it were simply water, and CareBear pajamas.

...

Harry couldn’t resist coming earlier than eight o’clock. He wasn’t terribly early, just by fifteen minutes, but Y/N had given him the option! Was it so selfish of him to take the opportunity?

He’d deliberated his outfit for over an hour, scrutinizing which white t-shirt he should wear with his loafers and about five pairs of the same colored grey pants, before walking briskly to his car before he could change his mind. He couldn’t resist playing a couple of her songs as he drove up to her house, which was closer to his own than he realized.

Y/N’s house exterior was a pretty white and yellow scheme, and several accents, such as the door, were colored a warm mauve, and the setting LA sun cast a pretty glow upon it. It was very modern, just like Harry’s own house and most houses in this area tended to be, and seemed to be just as spacious as his own. There were windows nearly everywhere, and the house itself gave an air of fluidity and freedom of movement that put Harry at ease.

He stood at her door, shuffling his loafers quietly as he waited for her to answer his timid knock. The summer breeze ruffled his hair, and he swore to himself that he was only sweating because of the waning LA heat, not because he was about to see Y/N again. When he heard the lock click, Harry couldn’t help but break into a large grin as her eyes brightened and her smile reflected his own.

“Harry,” she cheered, before reaching out to hug him, and Harry tried his hardest not to squeeze her too tightly. She pulled away too quickly, if you asked him, but the way she grabbed his hand and led him into her home was enough to make up for it.

“Hello, love.” Y/N couldn’t help but swoon at his deep voice and the incredibly cute pet name that dripped from his lips thickly but sweetly. Harry noticed her eyes downcast, and smiled a bit smugly. She looked him over, thinking he looked lovely, before she realized he caught her eye and she averted her gaze shyly.

“Sorry… But do you mind if you take your shoes off? I just cleaned the floors.” She smiled sheepishly as Harry replied, “Course, love. S’yeh house, innit? Don’t mind it at all.”

After Harry removed his loafers, Y/N tugged him quickly towards the kitchen, as he studied her outfit: colorful striped pants that flowed loosely (and hugged her nicely, but he tried not to dwell on that) and a hanging gold necklace that lay atop her white t-shirt. Her hair was put up and her feet were bare. It was all very simplistic, but Harry could not stop looking at her.

“I’m so glad you could come! I’ll be honest, I would’ve wanted to see you earlier than today but I didn’t want to ask Niall for your number and be a creep, so-”

“So yeh asked for m’address?” Y/N turned around quickly, mouth open in an O-shape before she dropped his hand in mock offense.

“You are mean! And to think, I invited you into my home, to be here for the release of my new single!” She fisted her hands on her hips and scoffed, unable to deny the warm feeling in her cheeks as Harry stifled his boyish laughter with a fist, his eyes crinkling beautifully.

“M’only joking, love. I appreciate yeh thinking of me. Need any help setting anything up?” Y/N had led him into her kitchen, which was painted a soft mauve similar to her front door with white trim, and had light grey appliances. It was both very modern and cozy, and Harry adored it. The countertop of the island was littered with various trays, as well as a large bouquet of flowers that tied it all together.

“I think everything’s set, but if you don’t mind, I have to FaceTime my best friend. He left for San Diego this morning to visit his family, and I just want to make sure he made it okay.” Her phone was sitting on the island as well, nestled between some sort of casserole and the plates.

“Sure, should I just go out to the patio?” Harry began to walk toward the floor-to-ceiling glass sliding door, but Y/N reached for his bicep and pulled him back a bit.

“Oh, no! Please, it’ll only take two minutes. I don’t want to send you out there for so little time, plus it’s hot. He’s probably about to conk out anyway, and he’d love to say hello.” Harry smiled and nodded in acknowledgement as Y/N quickly unlocked her phone and went into her phone history to call her friend. She hummed as she clicked the most recent call, before pressing the speaker button and letting it ring.

“Fuck, that hurts… shit, I’m on the phone now, go away…” A slow, but pleasant, voice floated through the speakers as the video tumbled around wildly, showing the phone falling from some height. “No, do your own damn work, stop being a beggar. I’m on the pho- Ow! Get out already, Christ…”

The person cleared their throat before the phone was picked up and repositioned, showing a man with unkempt, but not unclean, light brown hair that flopped over his forehead as if he hadn’t done it that day. His glasses were a bit skewed upon his face and his eyes were a bright hazel, a sharp contrast to his cheeks that were flushed. He was rubbing his bicep and wincing, as if someone had just hit him.

“Sorry, Tony socked me ‘cause I won’t let him borrow my good swim trunks. I swear to God, one of these days I’m gonna suffocate him in his sleep… Anyways, how’s my girl?”

Harry’s eyes were raised in surprise at the quick events that had just unfolded, but Y/N seemed unfazed, gently drumming her fingers on the countertop. He admitted he was curious to see just how much of a best friend Y/N’s best friend was, since he’d called her “his girl” and it made Harry deflate a bit, but he didn’t show it visibly.

“One day, he’s going to shove you into the oven and cook you for dinner. But also, you ate the last of my iced oatmeal cookie granola bars yesterday, so you deserve it. As for me, I’m alright. I’m nervous, but excited.” Y/N spoke, her lips set in a pout that Harry thought was adorable as she positioned the phone so that it was standing upright against a bowl of fruit, showing both of them in the camera.

Harry watched as Andrew squinted at the screen of his phone before opening his mouth. “Hello, Harry. Thank you for taking care of Y/N. She’s annoying, and she sucks. Big fan of your music, and I’ve heard a lot about you ‘cause Y/N talks about you an insane amoun-”

“Andrew,” she shrieked, hands flying up to cover her face while she let out an exasperated groan. Harry chuckled and grinned as he absorbed the bond between the two of them; their energy was infectious, and after Andrew had revealed that Y/N talked about him, his spirits were lifted. .

“‘Lo, Andrew. I appreciate that, an’ I totally agree. She’s the worst, huh? Tell me about it, she got drunk at Niall’s party jus’ so I would carry her up t’bed. Then, she sends me a letter, to m’home address, as if tha’ isn’t weirder than sending a text.” Harry giggled and poked Y/N in the ribs, to which she responded by swiping at his hand and grunting. Andrew laughed as Harry assuaged her, “M’kidding, love,” and before he knew it, he’d slung an arm around her, pulling her into him and holding her close.

Y/N squeaked audibly, but Harry pretended not to notice as he rocked her back and forth. Internally, however, Y/N’s mind was screaming, because Harry was here, and Harry was holding her, and Harry was rocking her back and forth and she was so sure she would combust in the next few seconds.

“I swear to God,” she griped, her voice muffled from where her face pressed into Harry’s chest, “When I see you tomorrow, I’m going to kill you.”

“I love you, too. I’m tired, but I’ll see you tomorrow. I’m driving back up around 10:00 so I can make it by 12:00, but you have to make sure you’re on time. I’m serious, Y/N, you have to be there by 10:00… You don’t want Hannah to kill you. Be safe tonight, and call me if you need anything. I’m proud as hell, and I can’t wait to hear the single. I set an alarm to wake me up at 11:50 so I don’t miss it. Call me then so you can hear my reaction, okay?”

“You piss me off all the time but I guess I love you, too. Thank you, I’ll talk to you later.” Y/N’s voice was still muffled, but she pried herself away from Harry to end the call.

“I’m so sorry, I swear I didn’t tell him to say that, he just likes to piss me off but I-”

“Relax, love. S’okay, I don’ mind. Now, let’s fill tha’ vase up with a bit more water, yeah?”

Harry wanted to tell her that he thought about her just as much as she talked about him, but he decided against it. It was only the second time meeting her in person, and he didn’t want to frighten her. Hell, he didn’t want to frighten himself anymore than he already was, because everything with Y/N seemed to come so naturally, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to delve too deep into that dilemma yet.

...

As Y/N’s friends and team arrived, her and Harry became less attached so that she could greet everyone and play hostess. Harry talked with her management and some of her friends, because he was quite the social butterfly at times, but his eyes remained on her, and his mind couldn’t fathom the way she captivated him just by walking across the room. Harry was standing in the corner of her kitchen, finishing another capirihana and watching her lean against her counter, giggling prettily at one of her friends’ stories, and her eyes were glossy and blown out from the alcohol. Harry was buzzed, feeling more at ease and more free in his affectionate stares.

“Y/N! It’s 11:50, I’m going to get everyone together in the living room so we can start getting ready for the release!” Her manager, a spritely woman named Celeste, stood up excitedly from where she sat at the island, grabbing Y/N’s hand and twirling her around. “Oh, I’m so excited, I can’t wait for everyone to hear it! You really went all in for this one, and I’m so proud of you.” Y/N twirled and did a cute little dance that was a bit uncoordinated from the alcohol she’d consumed, but it was still painstakingly adorable to Harry. Everything about her made him starve, but he wouldn’t admit that yet.

They made eye contact as she looked around the room, and she smiled warmly at him, waving softly. Need you, she mouthed, and he nodded in acknowledgement.

“Okay, could you just give me a minute?” Y/N’s words were a bit slurred, but Celeste understood and nodded, ushering out the few people that were also in the kitchen. They casted glances at Harry, seeing that he didn’t move from where he stood rooted in the corner. Once they’d all left, Y/N had padded over softly, almost timidly, before coming to stand next to him and gently leaning her head upon his shoulder.

“I’m nervous, Harry. What if they don’t like it?” She inhaled deeply, shuddering on the exhale and turning her head to look up at him with large eyes that he could get lost in. He reached for her hand, stroking his thumb over hers gently.

“S’alright, love. I know wha’ it feels like to be scared tha’ no one’s going to care, tha’ they expected more, tha’ they wanted yeh to do this or summat else. But yeh made this from yeh heart, right? All the songs yeh make, the lyrics yeh write, an’ the melodies yeh sing are all from the heart, and f’they don’t like it, yeh shouldn’t give a damn… For the record, I know m’going to love it.” Y/N smiled up at him, bobbing her head and blinking rapidly, trying to stop tears that Harry hadn’t noticed were there.

“Oi, stop tha’, let’s go celebrate yeh.” He grabbed her by the hand, and led her down the hallway to the living room where everyone had gathered.

“Y/N! Andrew is on the phone,” Celeste shrieked, grabbing Y/N by the wrist and dragging her to the middle of the living room. Y/N’s phone was connected to the flatscreen at the front of the room, where Andrew was shovelling chips into his mouth sleepily. His nap was evident in the way his hair was tousled in every direction and the way his eyes drooped as he chewed.

“Andrew, you know those are bad for you!” Y/N, even in her inebriated state, was keen on keeping Andrew’s well-being at the forefront of her mind.

“I’m a struggling college student, I’ll eat chips at midnight if I damn well please.” Andrew’s eyebrows were knitted together as he shoveled chips with more vigor, causing Y/N to roll her eyes and mumble, “Drama queen.”

“Is everybody ready? It’s 11:58, I’m so nervous I could throw up,” Celeste moaned, covering her eyes with both hands before fanning her face rapidly. She grabbed the sound system control off of the coffee table and hovered her finger over the play button. “Anything you want to say before this one gets out?” Celeste began to hop from one foot to the other, jittering up and down as her eyes continued to flicker toward the clock on the wall. Y/N hummed thoughtfully, swaying back and forth before stating flatly, “I’ve released many singles since this all has happened to me, and each time, I feel like I need to shit.”

Everyone laughed, and Harry’s mouth dropped open before he began to giggle. He could never predict her train of thought.

“Holy fuck! It’s 12:00, Y/N, “Flower” is available on all streaming platforms!” Celeste jumped up and down wildly, pressing play on the remote, and the first seconds of Y/N’s song blared through.

It started off simply: a crackling noise reminiscent of records on vinyl layered on top of a soft guitar solo filled the room, before the last note wavered with a pretty vibrato. Suddenly, a lewd moan followed by a breathy “yes” permeated the sweet tension and a new melody, lilting, sultry, and passionate, floated in with a rocking beat on the drums.

Harry’s mouth dropped open as he processed the quick change of pace. He was no stranger to surprises; hadn’t he done the same thing to his fans on one of the tracks of his first solo album, all those years ago? The element of surprise was what gave Only Angel its edge.

But this was so much to absorb, he thought, as he listened to Y/N’s innocently sweet voice dance tantalizingly over the melody. The words were absolutely sinful, and as Harry listened on, he realized the song was about sex so good that it felt as if it were the first time she’d ever been touched. Harry began to sweat lightly, his face warming up as he listened to Y/N describe, in lyrics and guitar riffs, a fucking that was so good she felt it in her bones the next morning.

The song ended, and everyone in the room began to cheer, giving their accolades to a bashful Y/N.

“You’re sinful, Y/N, absolutely sinful! I’m calling the actual police! It’s a crime, it’s an absolute crime to write music that good, I can’t even believe...!” Andrew began to ramble, his sleep-heavy eyes were now blown wide, and his bag of chips discarded as he pressed his hands against his head and stared straight into the camera, dumbfounded.

Harry was still as stone, staring at Y/N as she moved around the room, sweetly shaking people’s hands and crushing them in tight hugs.

He would never think of flowers the same, ever.

...

Y/N’s guests had cleared out shortly after, but Harry had lingered. At first, he had gone into the bathroom to calm himself down, pacing back and forth in her guest bathroom and dabbing his face with cold water. He stared at himself in the mirror for a solid mirror, commanding himself to get it together.

Then, he’d walked out, right as Y/N was bidding goodbye to the last guest, and offered to “help clean the kitchen, love, ‘cause I made a right mess of tha’ casserole tha’ Celeste brought”. They’d giggled and talked about everything, from aliens to their favorite films, and their favorite snacks to Y/N’s old bus driver from when she was still in middle school. They were both still buzzed, but talking to her made Harry feel as if he were sobering up.

Now, the kitchen was nearly spotless, especially since Harry had been scrubbing the same corner of the counter for almost five minutes, prolonging the time he got to spend with Y/N, and he knew that he had to say something to at least convey a small part of his feelings.

“The song… Yeh song s’really fuckin’ great… Threw me for a loop, but in the best kind of way.” Harry decided to start there, divulging this information as he wrung out the towel he had been using to wipe the counter with in the sink. Y/N was sitting on the island counter, legs swinging back and forth aimlessly.

“You really liked it?” Y/N’s voice slurred in a hopeful manner, as if she could hardly believe him, and it made Harry’s heart ache. Harry turned around to look at her fully, before drying his hands and crossing the short space between them in one stride. He stood in front of her, reaching his hands out to grasp her shoulders and rub soothing circles on them with his thumbs. She responded by placing her hands on his waist, whimpering softly, eyes fluttering with the weight of the alcohol, and God, she was just so cute that Harry could just kiss her right now.

“F’course I did, love. Who knew someone so sweet could write something so tastefully naughty?” He felt Y/N shiver, and watched her eyelashes rest upon the tops of her cheeks as she shut her eyes. Harry felt the way she unintentionally squeezed him where her hands were positioned, and maybe Harry was a lot drunker than he thought because he probably wouldn’t have said that so blatantly while he was standing in such close proximity if he weren’t.

“Let me see yeh eyes, love. Don’t run from me.” Harry tutted and chucked under her chin with two fingers as Y/N’s eyes snapped open, her breathing beginning to shallow. Her caught her bottom lip in between her teeth and blinked slowly at him, and Harry wished that he could be the one doing that to her. The alcohol was doing all of the talking at this point, because Harry felt himself smugly enjoying the effect he was having on her, and the effect she was having on him, if the tightening in his pants was anything to go by.

“Such a pretty girl, hm? But yeh so naughty, aren’t yeh?” Harry’s voice was low, and without thinking, he ducked his head down to tuck into her neck, breathing heavily and skimming his lips along her skin.

“Harry,” she breathed, “You’re making me dizzy being so close.” Harry pulled back slowly, because that statement was ambiguous, and although the alcohol was talking, his brain wasn’t deaf to reality, and he would never overstep boundaries without checking if the person was more than sure of his, or their own, actions.

“M’sorry, love. Too much? I can stop. M’so sorry, don’t know wha’ came over-”

“No,” Y/N squeaked, her eyes wide and her skin radiating enough heat that Harry could feel it even from where he’d put space between them, “I like it. I like what you’re doing to me, please.. Please keep doing it.” She rushed out the last sentence quickly, before pulling him back in, diminishing the space between them, and Harry couldn’t help but chuckle darkly.

“Wha’ did I tell yeh? Absolutely filthy,” he hummed, leaning back in to graze his lips over her throat, “Tell me, love. Wha’ kind of experience did yeh have to have to write a song so nasty?” He sunk his teeth softly into her skin, revelling in the way she pulled him closer so that their bodies were flush against each other and whined as she felt Harry growing underneath her.

“I didn’t,” she gasped, her thoughts swirling as Harry continued to skim her skin, “It’s not about me. It’s… it’s about someone else describing their experience and me wanting to have something just like it.. Oh!” Harry bit down once again as she finished her sentence, groaning as she revealed this information in her inebriated state, before trailing kisses up her neck and placing one, hot and heavy, on her lips that were slicked with spit and puffy from being held between her teeth.

“Wha’ a shame, innit? Tha’ someone as beautiful as yeh has never had an experience like tha’? If I could, I’d treat yeh proper… I’d have yeh absolutely soaking for me, an’ I’d give yeh a good fucking all night long.” Y/N whimpered wetly, breath coming out in short puffs and thighs pressing against Harry’s hips as he stood in between them.

“Please, please do it.” Her voice was reedy and breathy, and Harry exhaled as if he’d been punched in the stomach. He pulled away momentarily to make sure he wasn’t reading anything wrong, before capturing her bottom lip between his fingers, pulling gently.

“Want me to give yeh the type of shag tha’ puts the description in yeh song to shame?”

Y/N’s nod was all he needed to grab her and cart her up the stairs, pressing sloppy kisses against every inch of her face as she leaned into him and groaned into his mouth. It was a bit funny, Harry thought, that he was carrying Y/N up the stairs to put her into bed again, but this time he’d be joining her.

He wasn’t complaining, he decided, as he set her on the bed and rucked his white t-shirt off quickly while Y/N’s eyes stared at him hungrily, before ducking down to kiss her with more fervor.

He wasn’t complaining at all.

...

Y/N was having a lovely dream. She was in a field, but the day was sunny and the brightness of the sky reminded her of Harry. The ground began to shake in a thrumming beat that reminded her eerily of her own song that she’d released the night before…

“Fuck,” Y/N whispered to herself, eyes blinking open and squinting shut again as the sunlight flickered in through her window. The thumping in her dream was actually the thumping headache she had from last night’s festivities: the party, the alcohol, the single, and…

“Holy shit.” Y/N whispered once more, biting her knuckle as she slowly turned around to take in the sight of a very beautiful, but very naked, Harry Styles. The comforter was covering his lower half, but his hair was spread out upon Y/N’s pillow and his arm was wrapped around her midsection, which was just as bare as he was. Fuck, shit, fuck, shit!

Y/N didn’t regret it; she fully understood what was happening last night, and the answer she’d given Harry to take her to bed was something she wanted wholeheartedly. However, as Y/N’s bleary eyes focused on the red numbers of her alarm clock, her heart dropped into her ass as she realized what she’d done. Y/N was almost certain she was going to die today.

Today was her other best friend’s baby shower, and Andrew had even specifically told her to not be late on FaceTime yesterday. Hannah was going to kill her. Y/N was supposed to pick up the cake, the centerpieces, the food, and some last minute decorations, and she was supposed to be there by 10:00, which was fifteen minutes ago, and Hannah lived about a half hour away, maybe more with LA traffic. The baby shower starts at 11:00, and Y/N had to be there because not only was she bringing the majority of the party, she was also going to be the godmother.

Y/N breathed in deeply, gathering herself and trying to find a way out of Harry’s hold on her waist. She didn’t want to wake him up, or disturb him, and she had to leave as fast as possible. She turned a bit to look at him once more, feeling guilty as she realized he’d wake up and she wouldn’t be there. She knew what that felt like, but maybe she could write him a nice note and tell him where she went, and that they could catch up soon.

She had two options: roll as quick as she could off the bed and break Harry’s hold, or simply unwind his arm from her. Both would probably result in him waking up, but Y/N decided she was wasting too much time thinking and not enough time getting ready, so she chose the first option, and rolled off of her bed, landing on the floor with a dull thump. She held her breath (although, falling on the ground surely knocked it all out of her) and waited a beat, waiting to see if Harry would wake up. He didn’t.

She sighed heavily, before scampering downstairs to retrieve her phone where she left it in the living room the night before. She picked it up from where it lay on the table, face down, and turned it over, to reveal she had twenty-three missed calls from Hannah, four from Andrew, and a flurry of texts from the both of them in their group chat. She was dead.

Groaning quietly, she unlocked her phone quickly and sat down on the couch, trying to decide who to call first, and ultimately deciding on Andrew, because at least he wouldn’t chew her head off as aggressively as Hannah was about to.

“Hello?” Y/N’s voice stuck in her throat, but before she could clear it and repeat herself, Andrew’s voice carried through the speaker shrilly.

“Holy shit, you’re dead, you’re dead, you are so dead! I told you it wasn’t a good idea to have the party, Y/N, I told you… Fuck your driving, grandpa, get out of the fast lane! You just woke up, you literally… Oh my god, Hannah’s going to rip you to shreds.” Y/N winced, holding the phone away from her ear as Andrew kept rambling, his voice making the pounding in her head louder.

“Jesus, Andrew, will you chill the fuck out? It was Celeste’s idea, for the record, to celebrate this, I didn’t know I was going to get carried away and have… Shit, I mean, anyways, where are you?” Andrew gasped on the other side of the phone.

“Have what, Y/N? What did you have?”

Y/N groaned, slamming her palm into her hand, “Nothing! Fuck, I didn’t have anything, we’ve got bigger things to worry about. Now, where the hell are you?”

“I don’t believe you. You did something, and I’m going to find out, but right now I’m about to get on the freeway back. I can’t come save your ass this time, I’m afraid.”

“Okay, okay. I’m just going to tell her sorry that I got drunk and didn’t listen to you guys, and that she’s welcome to punch me in the head after she gives birth… Listen, you think I’ll be able to make it to her house in under thirty at this time?” Andrew was silent, and Y/N already knew the answer.

“It’s a Saturday morning, Y/N, and the freeways are going to be packed… I don’t think you can do it. Just try to get there as fast as you can. Be safe, love you. Call Hannah!” The line went dead, and Y/N sucked her teeth and inhaled deeply as she dialed Hannah.

“Oh, my God, Y/N, you better have a damn good reason why you’re not here right now otherwise I’m revoking your godmother privileges and tearing your heart out to feed to my child!” Hannah’s voice came through the speaker as a growl.

“I’m really sorry I didn’t listen to you guys! I literally just woke up, and I know you’re going to be super angry but I’m going to get there as soon as I can, okay?” Hannah grunted in a displeased manner, and Y/N heard scuffling and a murmur in the background.

“What? Can’t you see I’m busy? Get out! Christ… Okay, fine. Just get here before 11:30 or your godmother position is being given to Julie.” Y/N gasped, ready to protest, but the line went dead.

“Damn it, damn it… Shit, okay… I’m going to get ready, and I’ll call Dan…” Y/N trailed off, her head beginning to hurt more as she realized she gave her driver the day off because she was supposed to be on schedule today. She groaned loudly, before leaning her head against the sofa and closing her eyes. She couldn’t drive like this, not when her head was pounding and she saw colored lights behind her eyes.

“A’right, love?” A deep voice croaked from behind her, and Y/N whipped around to see Harry standing in the doorway of the living room, boxers slung low on his hips, knuckling at his sleepy eyes.

“No, I don’t know, I just-”

“Yeh’re the godmother to yeh friend’s first baby an’ yeh were s’posed to be there already, huh?” Y/N eyed him, brows quirking up in question.

“Happened to me too, w’my first godchild. And, yeh had about a thousand Post-It notes reminding yeh of wha’ yeh needed to get done all over yeh bedside table. Tha’ gave it away.” Y/N bit her lip, worrying it as she thought about how to ask Harry if he could give her a ride. What if he had other things to do?

“Tell yeh wha’, love. Yeh look like yeh in worse shape than I am, so get ready, I’ll send my assistant to grab the stuff, an’ I’ll give yeh a ride down to yeh friend’s house. Tha’ okay?” He was a mindreader, apparently, because Y/N’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. “Close it, love. Going t’catch bugs if yeh do tha’, an’ I’m not sure I’ll kiss yeh again with a mouthful of bugs.”

He turned around promptly and Y/N heard him climbing back up the stairs. That was one way to address what happened last night. Sighing, she stood back up from the couch and followed.

...

“So, tell me about yeh best friend, then.” Harry and Y/N were stuck in traffic, sunglasses adorning both of their faces and Y/N ducking down a bit in her seat. Both of them knew the risks of the lives they lead, and they knew that anyone could see anything at anytime.

“Her name’s Hannah, and she’s been my best friend since we were in middle school, just like Andrew. We all went to school together. Her and her husband have always wanted kids early. He lived on the east coast at the time, because they met online, and she’d always wanted to go to school there. They weren’t in the same state, but they were within three hours of each other, and they made it work. She flew back the summer after freshman year and told me they were getting married, which was like, a year and a half ago, and now they’re having a kid.” Harry nodded, pulling his lip between his thumb and pointer finger.

“I think s’nice,” Harry said, “tha’ yeh still friends with the friends yeh had before this all happened to yeh. Keeps yeh rooted, dunnit?”

“Always.” Y/N replied, staring out the window as the traffic started to move.

...

“Thank God, you’re finally here!” Hannah crushed Y/N in a hug as soon as she knocked, all anger forgotten. Hannah lived in the suburbs, about a half an hour away from Y/N’s Beverly Hills house. The gate was decorated with pastel yellow duck cutouts, and pastel pink balloons swayed in the wind from where they were tied to the gate posts.

“Hello to you, too. Careful, you might crush your child. Besides, I thought you were mad at me.” Y/N pulled back and smoothed her hand over her best friend’s bump, smiling as she felt a small kick.

“Shut it, you know I love you. Whose assistant dropped off the stuff, anyway?” Hannah placed her hands on her stomach, rubbing gently.

“S’mine. M’Harry, lovely to meet yeh.” Harry walked up the step, coming into view from behind Y/N, and Hannah’s mouth dropped.

“What the fuck? Harry Styles is at my doorstep? Why the fuck is Harry Styles on my doorstep?” Hannah’s eyes darted from Y/N’s to Harry’s as both let out a laugh. “Oh, my God, you should’ve told me Y/N, my house looks like hell!”

“It’s fine! Harry doesn’t care.” Y/N flashed a grin at him, which he returned, and suddenly the wheels in Hannah’s head began turning as she realized exactly why Y/N was late. Y/N and her had been best friends long enough to know what the other was thinking, and Y/N’s eyes widened as she realized Hannah had figured it out.

“I’m going to walk Harry back to his car,” Y/N screeched abruptly, grabbing Harry’s arm and flying down the steps.

“Isn’t he going to eat? Or did he already?” Hannah called out, snark and teasing lacing her tone, as Y/N quickened her pace.

“He’s got a meeting, so hard pass!” Y/N called back.

“Lovely to meet yeh, hope to see yeh soon! Congratulations!” Harry waved as Y/N dragged him along down the driveway and to his car. “Hey, slow down! What’s the matter?” Y/N was puffing hard, and she released Harry’s hand with an apologetic look.

“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong! I… Thank you. For taking care of me, again… Um… in more ways than one.” Y/N felt her face heat up as she mentally beat herself up for saying that out loud, but Harry simply chuckled and rubbed her arm with the back of his hand.

“Pleasure’s all mine, love. I had a really good time last night. No regrets or anything. Text me later?” Y/N nodded eagerly, giving Harry a tight squeeze after quickly scanning the area. That was another way to address what happened last night.

Harry hopped into his car, starting the engine and began driving away from the curb, watching Y/N’s figure get smaller as he picked up speed, before turning the volume up on his radio and plugging his phone into the aux cord.

He drove onto the highway, merging quickly onto the freeway as Y/N’s song blared from his speakers, drumming his fingers to the beat, which reminded him of last night. If he ran his tongue over his teeth, he could make out the faint taste of her. He let it flood his taste buds, smiling smugly to himself knowing that he gave her a shag that put her song to shame as he remembered the breathy whimpers of “yes, there” and the weepy cries of “Harry!” that left her mouth. He couldn’t wait to hear them again.

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BnHA Chapter 129: “She Seems Scared”

Previously on BnHA: Deku tried to land a hit on Nighteye using rapidfire attacks lifted from Gran Torino, but was unable to pass Nighteye’s test and take the stamp from him within three minutes. Nighteye realized that Deku had purposely avoided hitting the numerous All Might posters, banners, and cutouts displayed all around the room, which surprised him so much he actually laughed. He then proclaimed that he would hire Deku and was actually planning to do so all along. However, he says he hasn’t acknowledged Deku, and he intends to use the internship to show him how ill-suited he is to being the successor to OFA. The next day, Nighteye, Bubble Girl, Mirio, and Deku set out to do some patrol and surveillance. Nighteye explained that his agency had been tracking a yakuza capo named “Chisaki”, whom the readers know as Overhaul. Because Deku is a villain magnet, of fucking course he ran into Overhaul himself not three pages later. But in a twist, he seemed to be accompanied by a scared young girl.

Today on BnHA: Overhaul, playing nice, apologizes for his “daughter” whom he says has run off. Oh, those bandages on her arms and legs? Not to fret, she’s simply been roughhousing too much and got a little scraped up. Absolutely no one is fooled by this, and Deku can see that the little girl is plainly terrified, so he refuses to let her go as she clings to him for dear life. Mirio is worried that Deku will throw off their investigation by acting too suspicious of Overhaul -- they’re not supposed to know he’s a villain -- but Deku thinks it would be even more suspicious if they, as heroes, were to leave a scared little girl after she’s asked for their help. Overhaul leads them into a dark alley to “talk”, and Eri, afraid that he’s about to kill the two heroes, runs back over to him. Mirio and Deku are forced to let them leave without further incident. Overhaul savagely kills the henchman who almost let Eri escape, and leads her to a freaky laboratory, all the while acting like a total creep. There, he’s told he has a phone call -- from Shigaraki Tomura.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 155 now, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

guess what time it is kids YEP, you guessed it, NEW VOLUME TIME

well this is all very vague and rather underwhelming

can’t remember the last time I saw a title and cover page that gave away so little. hey guys I think Deku, the main character, will probably feature in this volume pretty heavily. and he’ll be neither happy nor sad nor angry, but based on this, just rather meh. okay then Deku

(ETA: now that I know what the title is in reference to, I kinda wish All Might had also featured on this cover in some small way. ah well)

hey guys who is this

is this what’s-his-name? Amajiki? will he be working with Kirishima interning at this friendly Hamburglar’s agency? AMAJIKI WHAT’S YOUR QUIRK

loooool the character page doesn’t have Todoroki or Bakugou. I’ll try to be a big girl about this. I can go one volume without 2/3 of my sons being featured. but their efforts to pass the make-up provisional license exam had better be fucking successful goddammit. I can only take so much before I start going into withdrawals here

(ETA: sorry, past me. it turns out we’re not very good at handling this. it also turns out it is not, in fact, just one volume. the good news is that as soon as this recap is posted, we are going on a binge of destiny and we will not stop until we have reunited with our missing children. this is my solemn vow)

at least All Might, Ochako, Aizawa, Kirishima, and MY BOY MIRIO are still here

chapter SUTAATO

so we’re flashing back a few moments before the end of the previous chapter

Deku and Mirio are out on patrol!

Deku says he’s nervous, and Mirio’s surprised because this isn’t even anything particularly difficult, it’s just a patrol

and after a moment’s consideration he’s asking if it’s trauma from the League of Villains’ attack

oh Mirio you’re so considerate you precious little dumpling

but Deku says no, he just surprisingly lacks experience with basic hero stuff because so much out-of-the-ordinary shit keeps happening to him

you know what, it’s true. he didn’t even get to do a single patrol during his training with Gran Torino because he ran into the fucking Hero Killer on his third fucking day

Mirio’s all “wow that’s weird” and yeah, but only if you’re not a main character

by the way please look at this duck man here

is this a duck or a chicken or like what the hell is this dude

anyway, because Mirio doesn’t yet realize the scope of Deku’s Main Character Powers, he tells Deku not to worry and that they’ll just be patrolling while Nighteye’s team will be the ones doing surveillance

oh Mirio. so beautiful, so kind, so fucking naive

Deku’s watching this glorious shooting star at work, and thinking again about how he was the original One for All candidate and All Might never said anything

follow me baby

now Mirio’s asking Deku what his superhero name is, and Deku is like, “Deku”

I just really love Deku’s “I’m Deku” face. he has no right to make me keep wanting to ruffle his hair like this

Mirio’s name is “Rumillion”, which apparently refers to the fact that he wants to be a guy who can save millions of people. even if it’s not quite to All Might’s standard of being able to save all people

(ETA: so as we all know, it’s actually Lemillion, which is apparently French? so weird)

what an interesting interpretation of what the “all” in All Might stands for. pretty sure it’s wrong, but it’s still cool

so I guess his chest plate does say 1,000,000. and also his actual name is worked into the superhero name just like Uravity’s punny name. these fucking kids

Mirio gets Deku pumped up by reminding him that they’re heroes now. “don’t let your guard down, Deku!”

and now back to this hilariously terrible situation that Deku has somehow found himself in through sheer bad luck

maybe that’s his actual quirk. a quirk that charges up numerous small instances of terrible luck and then unleashes them as sudden Good Luck Energy. does that make sense. so much bad shit happens to him, but then he also has the absolute best luck at the most critical times. shit, this started as a joke but now I’ve half convinced myself into making it headcanon. goddamn

anyways

looooool. shit. fuck. :’D haha this is the worst

he says she’s been horsing around “so she’s a bit scraped up.” hahahahhaha oh my god Overhaul heyyyyy fuck you?!

(ETA: unbelievably, this sentiment will only keep growing stronger and stronger. it is rather impressive how he keeps reaching new depths of terrible)

Deku can’t control his face at all. he looks openly horrified. if anyone ever sat down to play cards with this kid they’d fucking clean him out

holy shit Mirio is SO FUCKING SMOOTH oh my god

Mirio I’m stanning you and your quick-thinking, cool-under-pressure heroic phasing ass, goddammit

Deku’s looking at Mirio in surprise and wondering what he’s talking about. oh my god, you’re supposed to be smart

and now Mirio’s apologizing to Overhaul

and now Deku belatedly realizes that his facial expression was giving away the whole fucking game and that’s why Mirio flipped his mask up to hide it

now Deku’s actually putting on the rest of his mask oh my god. how weird

meanwhile Mirio’s amiably complimenting Overhaul on his own “kickass mask”

Overhaul is amiably replying that he’s just sensitive to germs

I’m sure it won’t be the last time :’D

Mirio replies that they’re still new and so they’re “nervous”

he’s trying so hard to cover for Deku’s slip-up. I’m sure Overhaul can see through it in an instant, but you still have to hand it to him, it’s one hell of an effort

Overhaul’s asking what office they’re with. lol put them on the spot

Mirio says they’re still students and they’re not with any agencies yet and are just on patrol for some field training experience

he’s very deliberately avoiding any mention of Nighteye, and he’s trying to get Deku to leave with him as soon as possible

so he’s telling Deku it’s time to go finish their patrol. but here’s the problem, though

like. what the fuck. you can’t just fucking abandon this little girl who’s showing clear signs of abuse, and leave her with this guy who you know is a fucking villain

and she knows they’re heroes too, she knows this is her chance

so now. here’s a test for you guys. can you take her with you without openly letting on that you’re investigating Overhaul

I think the only way they can do it is if Eri gives them reason to step in, but I’m worried she might be too scared

oh by the way, I know absolutely nothing about Eri and she’s been in the manga for less than one full chapter, but I’ve already adopted her and would die for her you guys. so Deku, don’t you dare leave her or I won’t fucking forgive your ass. All Might wouldn’t leave her!

so now Deku’s politely pointing out that Overhaul’s “daughter” is scared as fuck

Overhaul smoothly replies that it’s because he just scolded her. fuckkkk

Mirio’s trying to telepathically communicate to Deku that he can’t show too much suspicion, and he’s again telling Deku “let’s go”

okay, Deku has clearly already decided to save Eri no matter what, so that’s good

he’s pointing out that the bandages are a little extreme for “just horsing around”

Overhaul says she falls down a lot. fucking...

Deku continues to argue that she seems unnaturally traumatized. that’s right, Deku. if he can make a plausible argument for there being good enough cause to save Eri here, he just might be able to get away with it

problem is, I don’t think Overhaul will let it happen. he’s still playing “nice”, but if push comes to shove I think he will shift from “polite citizen” to “rude uncooperative citizen” and he’ll still be able to get away with it without giving up his civilian cover

Deku would save Eri anyway though. we’ve already seen that he will say “fuck you” to the rules if he believes it’s necessary. even if it screws up the investigation

and then there’s the matter of “what does Overhaul want with this girl anyway, and what lengths will he to go to keep her?” I assume she must have a really useful quirk. I don’t think she’s his actual daughter, no way. kidnapped seems more likely. or something along those lines. this guy is an underworld crime lord after all

so as expected, Overhaul has stopped cooperating, and now he’s basically implying that this is none of Deku’s business

yet again Mirio is trying to push Deku to drop it, and he’s worried about them blowing the investigation

so far this is the only thing Mirio’s done that I disapprove of. sorry Mirio. you’re still a beautiful cinnamon roll

(ETA: Mirio I totally forgive you and I’m sorry for ever doubting you. you beat yourself up so much over this afterward and you were so hard on yourself and you pushed yourself to your limits and beyond to make up for it and you didn’t have to, it wasn’t your fault. you’re so good and brave. aghhh I’m still so upset about this)

but Deku thinks it’d be even more out of character and suspicious to leave at this point

point: Deku

oh shit, even Overhaul’s acknowledging this, and now he’s changing up his strategy

he’s shrugging and says he understands their concern

and holy shit now he’s inviting them to follow him into this dark alley

loooool follow him into the alley if you want to be spontaneously combusted, kids

oh my god they’re actually gonna do it. “it’s not like we can just make off with her”

sure, but you can argue that you want to continue this discussion over at the police precinct just to be safe. or in literally any private place that isn’t a dark alley where no one will hear you explode. or, and here’s a crazy thought, you could just tell him “no thank you sir, I think we can talk about it right here”, and to hell with whether or not he’s “embarrassed”

but nooo, they’re following him in there. sigh

Overhaul says Eri does nothing but rebel and that he’s ~worried~ about her

:’D cry me a riverrrr

so naturally Deku suspects abuse

but now he finally does have his poker face on -- he always did have that delayed reaction time, didn’t he -- and he’s playing along and says “that sounds rough”

Overhaul’s all “kids are hard to understand”

and now he appears to be moving to take off his gloves

heh. this isn’t good huh

well, you guys wanted to get proof of Overhaul doing something villainous, though...

I don’t suppose Mirio has like a panic button he can push to alert Nighteye in situations like these without letting on that he’s called for backup? that seems like something these guys should have

anyway so now everyone’s on alert because they all know shit is about to go down

oh shit

ERI NO

Overhaul, absolute bastard that he is, is asking Eri if she’s done with her “little tantrum”

and she’s nodding. fuuuuuuck

now Overhaul’s apologizing for bothering them, bidding them farewell, and HE’S LEAVING WITH THAT SWEET, SCARED LITTLE GIRL OH MY GOD

this is so upsetting?! I’m so fucking upset right now???

Deku wants to go after them, but Mirio’s holding him back again, and now I’m back to siding with him

he says that if they push it they’ll just make it harder to catch him later on

and he’s right. but this is still fucking devastating. and Deku looks just as upset as I feel

jesus christ look what he fucking did to the guy who was supposed to be watching her

JESUS CHRIST

and that happened because Eri tried to run. he doesn’t even have to hurt her to keep her in line; all it’ll take is threatening to hurt other people, because she knows he’ll follow through

fucking shit, I don’t like this! you guys this dude is SO FUCKING EVIL holy shit. he makes Tomura look like a kid playing cops and robbers

ughhh Eri’s trying to shut it out and I can’t I need someone to rescue her like fucking yesterday my dudes

Overhaul is telling Eri she needs to “stop being selfish”

whaaaaaat the fuck

what the fucking fuck you guys

okay so we’ve got a fucking torture chair or whatever, and it’s hooked up to at least two big stasis-chamber-looking things. and there’s all this medical equipment all around. what the hell, what is going on

this guy was not fucking kidding when he said he had a real, actual villain plan and not just vague All Might-crushing ambitions like Tomura. I have no idea what this guy is planning, but damn does it look legit

AND SPEAKING OF TOMURA

FUCK ME, IF THE LEAGUE OF VILLAINS GETS INVOLVED IN THIS TOO THE HEROES MIGHT JUST BE SCREWED

(ETA: ooooooor, it might just ironically be the thing that gets them unscrewed. definitely wasn’t expecting that. although I’m still not quite done with the arc yet so we’ll see)

oh my god. fucking bad guys. I’m gonna chill to Overhaul’s trap beat theme again for a little bit

BONUS:

good for him, now we know it works. he can take it off again now lol

#bnha #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #toogata mirio #eri (bnha)#overhaul (bnha)#bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha #one thing I do like about the revised hood design is that his hair is sticking out all wildly in the back #he looked SUPER weird all the way back in chapter 8 when he had it all tucked under the mask #he still looks super weird here but it's not quite as bad #there's a bit less second-hand embarrassment #oh deku

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