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#Guys I'm soft as hell tonight and I can't figure out why
darthferbert · 4 days
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Custom action figure gift for HQ partners
Racy remarks, but no smut. Gender-neutral reader.
Futakuchi
"Let me get this straight," Futakuchi steepled his fingers and brought his hands to his nose, "That oversized imbecile exposed you to his doll five weeks ago. You expended energy combing through your photos 24 hours later to order one of me. You paid 35,000 yen and waited a month, not once regretting that your purchase is nonrefundable. And you are now giving it to me."
You rolled your eyes. "Why the hell are you interrogating me like a bad movie detective," you retorted, "And Koganegawa is the sweetest kohai. He made it to the pros, yet he comes to support you and Aone at your VC Date games."
You pushed the box back towards Futakuchi, who pressed it back to you once more.
"If you like him so much, why don't you marry him," he hissed.
"I'd have to divorce you first, and the paperwork would be tedious," you shot back, tossing the box onto his lap.
He huffed and lifted it to reject it once more.
"Kenji," you said in a soft voice.
Sometimes you weren't sure where the banter ended and the bickering began, but Futakuchi always quelled his irritation at your gentle tone.
"What is it that you're resisting," you questioned as you drew his arm through through yours, "Are you embarrassed? Insulted?"
Futakuchi was usually able to relax after work, either spending the evening quietly with you, or attending team practices and games. He had a lot of responsibility at his electrical company. His natural leadership enabled him to fuse technical knowledge with skilled guidance. No wonder he was rising fast.
Tonight, however, he seemed more down than laid back. He rested his head on your shoulder, and clasped your hand.
"Do you think I'm boring," he asked, then clarified when you snorted, "All the guys I've seen who already got an action figure - they're either pro players or have have travelled the world."
You opened your mouth to reply, but he shook his head to indicate he had more to say.
"I'm not bored. I love my job and my crew works hard. Even my club team is tolerable, at least when they listen to me," he continued, making you smile, "Yet I can't imagine what kind of action figure you got to represent me. Utility middle management man? Municipal club dude?"
You snickered, and raised his hand to kiss it.
"Just open the box," you coaxed, "You might find it enlightening."
He sighed in resignation, and lifted the flap.
His figure was not clad in work coveralls, nor in his green volleyball club uniform. It was not wearing the kimono he wore on your wedding day, nor any of his spiffy suits for quarterly meetings. It wasn't sporting the Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses he preferred during the summer, nor did he see the comfy striped pajamas he favoured.
It was that inflatable sour gummy candy suit he tried on at the costume shop. It was a virulent green, and only his face peeped out with his customary snide expression. He bought a different outfit, but you snapped photos when he emerged from the fitting room.
"You...little...shit," he intoned, noting that you already tensed to leap off the couch.
His fast reflexes enabled him to snatch the hem of your sweatshirt. You shrieked and twisted to escape.
"C'mere," he growled, "How is this enlightening?! You set me up!"
He threw his arms around your waist and dragged you to the floor. You laughed unrepentantly.
"How can you possibly think you are boring," your words struggled through your merriment, "You are the most annoying person on the planet! You are bossy, and snide, and kissable beyond belief!"
He began to tickle you with each adjective, but halted when he heard "kissable."
"Yeah, you like me," he questioned, "Because it sounds like you like me anyway."
You gulped down the last of your chortles, and brushed his hair off his forehead. "Life with you is hilarious, irritating, fun, and I can't imagine being married to anyone else."
Poor action figure Sour Gummy Futakuchi. It couldn't turn away or close it eyes when Daddy Kenji demonstrated how unboring life could be, right on the living room floor.
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rootingfordorks · 10 months
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okay, this fic I'm writing (The Year of the Crush) is from Ted's POV. buuuut, i love me some Trent and wanted to get into his head. so here's a little cutscene from Trent's perspective. It picks up exactly where chapter 2 ends.
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Trent fell back against his pillows with an undignified humph. The bed still smelled like sex, he was still naked, and Ted was gone.
"So it's done" echoed in his head, Ted's last words warring with "goodbye, Trent Crimm." Each was worse than the last, hammering home the severity of his mistakes. Mostly getting himself into this situation in the first place.
First, planning to write a book about Richmond as a way to get closer to his crush. Even though at the time he believed Ted was straight, what had he thought would happen? That they would build a close friendship, and Trent's feelings would deepen, and he'd somehow convince Ted to be attracted to him? Trent wasn't the kind of guy who thought you could convince someone to stop being straight.
And then, when Ted told him about his own crush on Trent, he had acted on pure instinct. He was only human, after all - a gorgeous, funny, kind man returns his feelings and he shouldn't kiss the hell out of him?
But Ted thought he wasn't interested in a romantic relationship. Ted thought that it was just about sex for Trent. Again, Trent thought, I've fucked up.
He glanced at the time on his phone, then hit the first number in his favorite contacts list. She picked up on the third ring.
"Hey babe, what's up? Isn't it kind of late there?" Sandi's voice was a balm for his frazzled nerves.
"Just past midnight, yeah," Trent agreed. He paused, unable to figure out how to start this confession.
"That's pretty late for you, old man," she teased. He could hear the smile in her voice. "Is everything alright?"
"...no," he admitted quietly. Trent heard Sandi's soft, compassionate noise, and continued: "I mean, I'm still employed, I'm healthy, no one's dead."
"Thanks for clarifying," Sandi said. "Are you laying down? Your voice sounds weird."
"Yeah, I'm in bed." He paused, and this time Sandi stayed quiet, waiting him out. "You remember when I was telling you about Ted Lasso?"
"The straight football coach you've been crushing on? Sure."
"He's not straight," Trent said. "He came out by telling me he had a crush on me."
"Hey, congrats! That's good news, right?"
"Except for the fact that I can't date him while I'm writing this book."
"Fair point."
"And that I've been sleeping with him for the last month and a half."
"Oh."
"And he thinks it's just physical, for me. And I told him no one can know, but he wants to come out publicly and we would get caught once everyone knows he's bi and..."
"Take a breath, babe."
"Right. Sorry."
"So you're secretly sleeping with your crush, but he doesn't know you're into him?" Sandi clarified. He could picture her in her Philadelphia flat, sitting curled up on the sofa and twirling her long hair around one finger. He wished she were still only a train ride away.
"Well, I was. We... he ended things tonight, and he said... That's how I found out he thought - he thinks I'm only interested in him sexually."
"Oof," Sandi said. When Trent didn't say anything more, she asked: "What are you going to do?"
"Nothing," Trent replied. He sat up in bed and reached into his bedside table for a small notebook. "I mean, journal about it and mope a bit, probably. And then do what I should've done from the start and ignore my fucking inconvenient feelings."
"Trent."
"Let him think it's just physical," Trent continued, on a roll now. He ran a hand through his already-mussed hair. "It's not like I have anything to offer him. I will not let this book be overshadowed by a scandal. Why does it matter how I feel? There's nothing to be done about it anyway. I-"
"Trent, shut up," Sandi said firmly. He shut up. "I know you're hurting, and this is a difficult situation. But you know that your feelings matter." Trent rolled his eyes. "No, listen," she continued as though she'd heard the eye roll. "You know he likes you, and you like him, but you can't date yet."
"I don't know that he wants to date me," Trent interrupted. "He wasn't going to do anything about the crush when he told me, he just..." Trent trailed off. What had Ted wanted?
"It's a safe bet, babe," Sandi said. "That's what most people mean by having a crush. Anyway, my point was going to be that you should clear things up with him so he knows how you feel. Then, see what happens. So maybe you're waiting a while, that's better than giving up before you've given it a chance."
"I dunno, Sandi," Trent said. "He's going to start dating soon... He wants to be with someone now, not in six months. Or even longer, depending on when the book's actually done and it won't be a scandal."
Sandi paused, and Trent stewed in his thoughts. He wasn't sure when it would be okay to start dating the subject (one of the subjects) of a book he wrote. When the manuscript was done? When it was published? After he'd done publicity for the book?
"I maintain that you can't know that unless you ask him," Sandi finally said, tactfully. "But I understand not wanting to take that step. You know I'm here for you either way, babe. Call and text me as much as you need to."
They said their goodbyes and hung up. Trent didn't feel any better about the situation with Ted, but he thought maybe he'd be able to weather it. He could always turn to his friends for a listening ear.
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poly-pan-0118 · 1 year
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Broken Promises
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WC:4882. ⚠ Major character death, manga spoilers, hurt & comfort, sorta... Soft and sweet Kirishima.
After suffering the loss of the love of your life, Kirishima is there to help you heal and pick up the pieces.
****Grab some tissues guys****
You knew winter was going to be hell. It's your least favorite season after all. You roll over in bed and run your hand over the cold bare space next to you. You close your eyes and take a deep breath trying to stave off from crying. Again. You tell yourself that he's just been on a mission. Yeah, that's it. That's a good excuse, right? It'll explain why he hasn't been home, or why he hasn't returned any of your calls. You roll over and reach for your cell phone. No missed calls. Maybe you should try calling again. Voicemail.  "Hey babe. Just wondering when you'll be home. I was going to make that chicken Katsu you taught me for dinner. If you don't want it ruined, I suggest you be home on time." you giggle and take a deep breath, "I miss you and I love you. Be careful out there. See you soon." As you carefully place your cell back on the bedside table a basket of dirty laundry catches your eyes. His dirty clothes to be exact. You know you should do the laundry, it's about a month overdue. He'll be home soon, and you know how he likes cleanliness. 
You sit up on the side of the bed and clench your teeth, trying to keep your breathing even. It's another ten minutes of mentally arguing with yourself before you stand up. You grab the mesh bag of dirty clothes by the handles and drag it to the laundry room. Passing the kitchen, you ignore the dishes in the sink piling up. You'll clean up the kitchen after you start the laundry. At any moment your husband could be home and you want him to find the house clean. The way he likes it. You start the wash machine, add detergent and start separating clothes. But you can't bring yourself to wash them. Right now, they smell like him. The sweet scent from his quirk mixed with the musk from his body odor. If you wash them, you won't be able to smell him anymore. Maybe you can put off doing the laundry for just a little longer. You stop the water from filling and drag the basket back to your room. You throw one of his dirty sweaters on the bed where he lays. You'll cuddle up with that tonight you think. You walk back to the kitchen determined to clean up. That determination quickly dwindles as you look at the mess on the counters and in the sink. Your nose scrunches up as you get a whiff of the trash. You could at least take that out right? You pullout the overflowing bag and tie it. You sit it by the door and look for your slippers while giving yourself a mental pep talk. You can do this. The bin is right down the hall. 
You find one slipper but can't find the other. You're looking under the couch when you catch sight of something shiny. You grab it and sit up on your haunches. It's a hearing aid. Your mind flashes back to a month ago, right before he left for his mission. You both had an impromptu quickie before he left for work. It got pretty steamy. Somehow one of his aids fell out. You both looked under the couch, you know you did. You had to tell him that you found it. You picture him rolling his eyes with a little smirk. Since your husband is not answering, you figured you'd call the next closest person who might know what's going on. After three rings there's an answer. "Y/N? Is everything okay?" 
"Hey Kiri. Have you heard from my bum of a husband?" you ask jokingly. There was a moment of silence, then. "Aw, y/n" Kirishima paused, "Where are you hun?" 
"I'm at home trying to clean up. I want him to come home to a clean house ya know" 
You hear Kirishima take a deep breath and it's silent again. "He's gonna flip when I tell him I found his other hearing aid." you laugh. 
"Y/N, can I come over for a bit?" he asks. A big smile grows on your face, "Of course Kiri. You know you're always welcome here. Hey, I can make us some lunch." You say excitedly. It's been a while since you had company. "Sure, I'd like that hun." You're not sure why but his voice sounds sad. He has probably had a long day you think. 
You're in the kitchen making sandwiches when you hear a knock. Before you can even get to the door, Kirishima is walking in. The bag of trash you had sitting in front of the door falls over. "Shit, I'm sorry y/n" he apologizes. "No, no it's okay. I meant to take it out earlier but got sidetracked." you tell him. Kirishima watched how your hands shake as you pick up pieces of trash that fell out and stuff it back in the bag. "Hey, I got this." he says, reaching out to gently hold your hands. You nod and stand up. "I'm" you take a deep breath and smile, "I'm gonna finish making lunch."  Kirishima ties the bag again and before leaving he tells you that he'll be right back. As Kirishima walks down the hall to the trash chute, he thinks about how to handle you. It's a very delicate situation. He knows he has to be careful about what he says. Even though the doctor says not to correct you, so it doesn't set you off, he feels like he's lying to you and he doesn't like that at all. But Kirishima wants to see you happy because he still loves you. He's always had feelings for you but ultimately it was his best friend that came in and swept you off your feet. Although he was jealous and confused about his emotions, he swallowed his pride and respected his friends' relationship. It was the manly thing to do. 
Kirishima came back to find you in the same place he left you. Standing at the counter staring at two plain ham sandwiches. You hadn't noticed him walking in and was startled when he spoke. Sitting at the coffee table with mail strewn all over, you both ate in silence. "I'm sorry lunch is pretty boring. Haven't gotten the chance to go grocery shopping yet." you finally spoke. "If you make a list, I could go to the store for you" he offered. "Oh no need for that" you said shaking your hands, "I'll just wait till he gets home, shouldn't be much longer." Kirishima couldn't take it anymore. He didn't want to upset you but he didn't like how you were living in denial like this. Even more, he couldn't stand the fact that once you faced reality you could very well be upset with him for enabling you and he didn't want that. Kirishima stood up and walked over to your end of the table. Squatting down before you he gently took your hands and held them. "Y/N," he closed his eyes taking a deep breath and then opened them again, "you know he's not coming home, right?" You shook your head and your lips began to tremble. "Kirishima don't." you begged, "Please don't do this."
Kirishima hated seeing you like this. The last thing he wanted to do was make you upset or to hurt you, but he couldn't let you keep living like this. "This isn't healthy y/n. Maybe," he paused for a minute, thinking about how to say this as delicately as possible, "maybe we should go to the hospital. See about getting you some help." Kirishima winced at his own words. Before he could think about what to say next, he felt a sting across his face. There he knelt before you, eyes wide open at the realization that you just smacked him. Kirishima took a deep breath. He wasn't mad. His heart was breaking watching someone he loved hurt this way. "I'm not crazy Eijirou" you yelled, standing up quickly, almost knocking Kirishima backwards. You turned to walk away but he grabbed you and pulled you in a tight bear hug. There you fought to get out of his embrace but soon settled down. Kirishima quietly hushed you and rubbed your back. 
He walked you over to the couch where you curled up next to him burying your face in his chest and sobbed. He didn't say anything, he just let you get it all out. "He lied Eij" you cried muffling into his chest, his T-shirt now soaked with your tears. "Kats lied to me." Kirishima still didn't say anything, he just continued to listen and rub your back. He was going to let you get everything you needed to say off your chest and hope you felt better afterwards. You pushed yourself up looking at Kirishima and noticed he too was crying. After all he lost his best friend just as you lost your husband. "He said he would never leave me. He said that he would always be here for me. He lied to us both and I'm so angry Eijirou, I'm so angry" your voice cracked as your breathing got heavier. Kirishima could tell you we're starting to hyperventilate. "Calm down baby, calm down" he said pulling you in close again to hold you. "Shhh, deep breaths" he said softly in your ear, "that's it, relax." 
Kirishima held you like that for what seemed like forever. Finally calm, you sat up. "Thank you, Ei." you told him, "Thank you for being here." Kirishima moved some hair that was stuck to your face behind your ears. "I'll always be here for you y/n" he said. He wanted to promise you that he would never leave you, that he will always be here by your side, but he didn't want to make that promise, that same promise that Katsuki did and have you worry about losing him as well. "Why don't I start a bath for you and while you are washing up, I will clean a bit out here." 
"You don't have to do that. I'll get around to it eventually." Your voice was hoarse from crying and breathing hard. "It's no problem really." Kirishima said, standing up and offering you a hand. "I want to do this." You walked to the bathroom together and watched as Kirishima drew you a bath and set out the one clean towel that you had. "I'm gonna be right in the kitchen." he said. Cupping your cheek with one hand he used a thumb to wipe away a stray tear. "If you need anything just holler okay." You nodded as you watched Kirishima bite at his lower lip. He then cleared his throat and left you to your bath. 
In the kitchen cleaning, Kirishima chastised himself for the thoughts he was having. Here you both are in mourning. You, the loss of your husband and him, the loss of his best friend, a brother. And all he could think about was wanting to kiss you. After cleaning the kitchen, he stopped by and softly knocked on the bathroom door asking if you were okay or if you needed anything. You softly answered that you were fine and will be out in a bit. Kirishima found some clean sheets and made the bed for you. His thoughts drifting to wanting to lay with you curled up in his arms and falling asleep. There were no sexual intentions, he just wanted to comfort you and maybe he needed comfort as well. Katsuki Bakugou was his best friend. He was like a brother; they shared everything. Even though he didn't show it, he was hurting just as much. 
He was tucking in the sheets at the corner of the bed when something shiny on the floor caught his eye. Bending over to pick it up he realized what he found. It was Katsuki’s wedding band that you kept on a necklace. Squinting to read the inscription on the inside it read ' forever'. He knew that yours read 'always ', after all he helped his best friend pick out the ring. You walked in the bedroom to find Kirishima sitting on the edge of the bed holding something. "Whatcha doing" you asked quietly. Kirishima snapped his head and stood up in surprise, "Y/N, I didn't hear you," he said with a soft smile. You immediately knew what he was holding. "You found it," you said, running over to him. "I thought I had lost this for good. I couldn't find it anywhere." Kirishima placed the jewelry in your small palm and watched as you cried, but this time they were happy tears. "It must have gotten caught in the bedding," he said. Only then noticing that he put clean sheets on the bed. 
"Could you?" you asked, holding the necklace up. "Of course, turn around." he told you. Kirishima noticed as you held your hair up that it was still dripping wet. "You're gonna catch a cold." he chuckled. He placed the necklace around your neck and clasped it closed. You stared at the ring you held between two fingers, happy it was found, when you felt Kirishima's warm hands linger on your shoulders. For a moment, just for a quick moment, you imagined they were Katsuki’s hands. His thumbs rubbed soft circles on your delicate skin and you let out a quiet moan. You froze and Kirishima quickly removed his hands. 
"I'm so sorry" you told him, turning around, your face red with embarrassment. "No, I shouldn't have-" Kirishima choked on his words as he looked at your pouty lips. He balled his hands into fist at his side. "I should go, I'm sorry" he said then walked away. "Eijirou please don't leave." you cried out. Kirishima stopped at the doorway not turning around, his fingernails dug into the wood. "Y/N, I don't think -" 
"Please Eij. I don't want to be alone. I… I just want to be held." Kirishima felt your hand on his arm and tightly shut his eyes. He was trying to find the right decision to make. "Please" you begged in a soft voice. How he wished to hear you beg for different reasons. He shook his head at that thought. He was prepared to stand his ground, but when he turned around and looked at you, he knew that he had lost all willpower. "Are you sure?" he asked you. Watching you nod your head, he gave in and stopped fighting with himself. "Okay," he said in his signature sweet voice, "but first let's get this hair dried."
Kirishima blow dried your hair and brushed it. You argued with him not to, but he insisted that if he were to stay there, he was going to take care of you. After he ordered some take out you got prepared for bed. You gave him a pair of Katsuki’s sweats to sleep in. You couldn't stop yourself from laughing as he walked into the room. They were extremely tight and short on him. That was the first night you slept soundly since you found out about Katsuki. That night turned into the next night, which turned into a week. Before you knew it, a month went by. The nights would always end the same. After you both got cleaned up, you'd settle into bed. Kirishima, the big spoon to your little one. He would always kiss the top of your head before telling you goodnight. Nothing sexual ever happened. Just two people needing comfort after loss.
It's been almost four and a half months now. Kirishima stayed over every one of those nights except for two because of a mission that sent him far away, but he made sure he called you every chance he got. Things have gotten better since Kirishima started staying over. Your sleep schedule got back on track, you were eating better and keeping up with your hygiene. You always had the house clean by the time Kirishima got home. It's been about six months since you lost Katsuki and today was April twentieth, his birthday. It had been a hard day for you. Kirishima had constantly been calling to check in on you. You were sitting at the dining table, nitpicking at your steamed vegetables when he finally came home. You immediately ran over to him, jumping in his arms. "I'm here baby. I'm here" 
Kirishima sat down to eat dinner with you and helped clean up. Then you both found your way to bed. There was something eating at you tonight. Instead of falling asleep almost immediately, your mind began to wander. You felt antsy. "What's the matter hun? I can feel something is troubling you." Kirishima asked. You turned to face him. With one arm under your head and the other draped over your waist, Kirishima's mind started to race. All the nights sleeping in his embrace, you never once turned to face him. Maybe it was because you imagined it was Katsuki holding you, he wasn't sure. He didn't care. Long as he still got to hold you. His eyes searched yours as you laid there looking up at him. What were you thinking? Did you want something? Should he make a move? Has it been long enough for you to move on? Should you move on? Could you? 
These exact questions ran through your mind as well. Does it make you a bad person hitting on your deceased husband's best friend? Would it make Katsuki happy knowing that you were with Kirishima instead of some ' extra'?  Only thing that you were sure of is the feelings that grew for him. Intimate feelings. You couldn't help the heat that pooled between your legs any more than you could stop your heart from racing when he touched you. Kirishima watched your lips quiver. Both of you wanted to act on your feelings but were scared to. 
"What are you thinking?" Kirishima asked, his breathing was ragged. You couldn't find the right words, so you bit the bullet and used actions. You leaned in closer and nuzzled his nose with yours. You heard Kirishima gasp and pulled away to look at him. There was something different in his eyes. They held a want, a need, a craving. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked. You eagerly nodded and that's all Kirishima needed. He quickly rolled on top of you, his lips hungrily devouring yours. Your hands ran through his hair pulling it out of the band holding it up causing the red soft locks to cascade down around both your faces. Kirishima smiles into the tender kiss he's giving you. "You always loved playing with my hair." His lips brushed against yours. You quickly thought back to third year at the dorms when after he started letting his hair grow out. You would crawl behind him on the couch while he and Kat played video games and played with his hair. Katsuki would eventually laugh at him because he had a long loose braid, but he secretly liked it. You would tease him, asking when he'll grow out his hair so you could braid it. "Fuck off with that shit!" Katsuki would bark. Then, when nobody else could hear, he'd whisper in your ear, "I'd let you do whatever you want to me."  Your love was fairly new at the time and you both loved to tease each other. 
Taking a breath, Kirishima pulled away and you both gazed at each other for a moment. He knew what you were thinking. "I miss him too." He told you. "Does this make us bad people? What we're doing?" you asked him. Kirishima wasn't sure how to answer that because he wondered the same. "Let me ask you this," he said sitting up, "does this feel right to you?" You answered yes without even thinking about it. Kirishima smiled and it made your heart flutter. "I want you to know that I'm not using you to replace Katsuki." you told him as you played with the covers on the bed. "Aw, I know that baby. And I want you to know that I'm not taking advantage of your loss. I would never disrespect Kat like that. Come here." he said, pulling you on top of him so that you were straddling him. "I love you y/n, I always have." 
Your eyes flickered back and forth between him. Did you feel the same? Of course you did, but you couldn't say it. "I... I don't know if I'm ready to say that again, Eijirou. I'm sorry." you admitted as tears fell again. "Hey, hey no baby. Don't cry. I'm not mad." he said, pulling you down to wrap his arms around you. He rubbed your back as you laid your head on his chest. "I'm not forcing you into anything okay, we'll go at whatever pace you're comfortable with." After a while of laying together in silence a hungry need once again took over. You lifted your head and planted kisses over his chest. His hands went from gently rubbing your back to hungrily kneading your hips and groping your ass. You gave him a passionate kiss and nibbled on his lip, slowly grinding your hips into his. You felt him grow hard under you and you desperately grinded harder, trying to get friction on your needy clit. 
"Are you sure you want this? Once I start, I'm not going to be able to stop." he asked as his mouth moved down your neck. "Yes, yes Eijirou. I need you. I need to feel you please." There it is. The begging he so longed to hear come from your lips. "Then come here, pretty girl." he said, flipping you on your back. "Let me make you feel good." Kirishima proceeded to kiss down your chest and you leaned up to remove your shirt. "God you're so beautiful." he said before his mouth latched on one of your nipples as he groped the other, causing little moans to escape your mouth. "You sound so sweet." he said moving further down your body, "I wonder what else is sweet" he teased tugging at your waistband. You lifted your hips and he pulled your panties off. Sitting back on his haunches, he looked over your body. You suddenly felt insecure and moved your arms to cover yourself. 
"No baby, please don't do that." he said moving your arms back. "You are so, so beautiful." He gently spread your legs apart and placed kisses up and down both legs. "Be a good girl and keep these legs apart for me." he said grinning as you gave a little shiver. Kirishima used his wide tongue to slowly lick a strip up your eager awaiting cunt, pulling a loud moan from your lips. "Mmm, you're already dripping." he said with his mouth full. "You really want this don't you?" You couldn't form any words; you just eagerly shook your head. Kirishima proceeded to eat you like a starved man. He could have came right there, rutting against the bed hearing your loud sounds after entering two fingers in your tight hole." Are you going to cum baby?" he asked feeling your legs shake, "Cum for me so I can fuck you good." 
"Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" You said gripping the sheets with one hand and shoving his face deeper into your cunt with the other, you came undone, your body convulsing. Kirishima lapped up every bit. "That's it baby. That's it. Fuck you taste so good." Kirishima said before pulling away. You watched as he quickly stripped away his pants and boxers. Kirishima watched your eyes grow as you watched him. He was big. Bigger than Katsuki was, and you thought it was hard to handle him. How was this gonna fit? Kirishima grinned knowing what you were thinking. "What's the matter baby? Think I'm too big?" He asked, kneeling down between your legs pumping his dick. "You still want it?" he teased. "Yes, Eij please. Pleeease!" Fuck your begging drove him insane. 
He rubbed his dick over your sensitive clit, coating it with your juices, then slowly pushed his tip in. "Ahh" you moaned. It was only the tip and he was already stretching you out. Kirishima pushed your legs up so your knees were at your chest, spreading you wide open for him. He was halfway in when you didn't think you could take much more. "It won't fit Eiji" you cried. "Yes it will baby, just relax." he said pushing deeper, listening to you whimpering. Finally, he bottomed out, his hips flush with yours. He let go of your legs and bent down to kiss you, staying still to let you adjust to him. He could stay inside you like this all night. It felt so right. Like you were made just for him. Your hips started to move and Kirishima laughed against your neck he was currently leaving a mark on. "Are you ready to get dicked down baby?" 
Kirishima continued to fuck you hard and deep into the mattress, making sure you came at least twice, before flipping you on all fours. Your face was shoved into the covers as he had one hand digging nails into your hip, the other had his fingers working magic on your clit as he fucked you fast, his balls smacking, making loud lewd noises. "You gonna cum again pretty girl?" he asked breathlessly, "Cum, cum again so you can ride me baby."  You once again came hard, knees giving out and falling forward more. "You're not done," he said, laying on his back and pulling you on top of him, "not by a longshot." He held you up by your hips as he lined himself up and then he quickly pulled you down. Your sloppy cunt taking him all the way. You cried out having never felt so full before. "Oh, fuck Eijirou, I'm so full." He pulled you down to kiss you and swallow all your sweet moans as he fucked up into you. "I got you baby. Just need you to cream on my cock one more time before I pump you full of my cum." he said growling in your ear. Quickly something dawned on you. "Eiji, I'm not on any birth control." you admitted. In fact, you and Katsuki had just started trying for a baby. "Do you want me to pull out?" he asked, not slowing down. "No. No please don't. I need you to fill me up. Please Eijirou. I want all your cum." 
"Fuuuck," Kirishima groaned, wrapping arms tightly around you, holding you close to him. His hips thrusting upwards, hammering hard into you. "You have no idea what you're doing to me." You began babbling, screaming for his cum. "You want my cum huh? You want me to pump a baby in you, is that it?" You didn't think it was possible, but you felt him get even more hard. You knew he was close. "Yes, Eijirou. Please. Please. Please." you cried out having the strongest orgasm yet. "That's it baby. Cream on this cock. Gonna pump my seed deep into your greedy little cunt." His thrusts got sloppy, "oh fuck, oh fuck baby. I'm... I'm cumming." he yelled with a loud growl. He gave a couple more thrusts and then stilled inside of you. You were dead weight on top of him as he rubbed soft invisible circles on your back. "I'll leave early and grab the morning after pill for you before I go into the agency." he said after regaining his breath. 
"No." you said, lifting your head up quickly, "I mean, you don't have to." Kirishima propped himself up on his elbows. "Are you sure? Is this something you want?" There's that question again you thought. "I think if it's meant to happen, it will." you said looking off to the distance, scared to look him in the eyes. "Hey, look at me baby." he said, pulling your face to look at him, "I'm prepared to stay with you the rest of my life. Like I said, we'll do this at your pace."
After you both took a lazy warm bath together and Kirishima changed the bedding, you nestled under the covers, close to his body. Kirishima laid awake a little while longer. His mind racing. Were you both rushing things? Perhaps. Were you using him to replace Katsuki? He wasn't sure. He knew you wouldn't do it deliberately and he knew deep down that you needed someone. Was he taking advantage of your need? Absolutely not, but if anyone was gonna be there to pick up the pieces and put you back together, it was gonna be him. Kirishima didn't know what the future held for the both of you. He knew it was gonna be a rough and long road. As he ran his hand over your hair, he watched you sleep, facing him for the first time, he was absolutely sure of two things. He knew he loved you, and he knew you loved him.
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The ideal mental heath restoration hug.
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cellophaine · 2 years
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Home With You
Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader
Word Count: 3003
Warnings: None.
Author's Note: I figured I should give you guys a break from my smutty contents lol. And I just wanted to write an indulgent fluff piece.
As always, every likes, comments, reblogs, feedbacks and ask submissions are greatly appreciated! My heart goes into cha-cha-cha mode whenever I receive notifications from you guys (it's a happy mode)
Prompt requested by: Anonyomous (love you anon <3)
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"Matt?!"
You called out as you walked into his apartment; the exhaustion crept into your voice. His name echoed back to you in the empty place, a tell-tale sign of Matt's absence. You huffed out a frustrated sigh as you stepped out of your heels, padding into the living room on bare feet, much to your relief. You dropped your briefcase to the floor with abandon, planting face-first onto the couch, releasing another weary sigh. This was the third night in a row you missed him on his way out, but it was nothing out of the ordinary. At this point, it had become a regular occurrence. You felt like you barely saw him as of late. All you had was the little time in the mornings with Matt's body wrapped around yours in the bed. And it wasn't enough. How could it be?
Your workload as a paralegal at Hogarth, Chao & Benowitz had picked up in the past few months. The pay was more than decent, but it resulted in more time assisting Jeri Hogarth in cases and less time spending with your boyfriend. The immense amount of guilt you felt kept building up, as you knew Matt was not happy about your situation, but he always knew what to say to make you feel better. You had spent time running around New York for researches, staying late at the office at Hogarth's requests.
The days would always end with you worn out to the bones. Matt hated how the job was clawing at you, chipping away a piece of you every day, leaving you stressed out and exhausted. But he was supportive anyway, understanding that it was your choice in the matter. And so, Matt was the only constant, comforting source in your life. He would be there every time you woke up, cuddling and kissing you, making sure that you had all your meals throughout the day, taking care of you when you couldn't do it yourself.
You dragged your enervated self into the shower, lathering yourself up with Matt's shampoo and body, indulging in his scent under the hot water. The clean smell of his soap in the shower steam helped relieve the ache of missing him in your chest. You had slept over his apartment every night. Still, ironic enough, you felt like you drifted away further from him, not of your own volition. Matt was the anchor that kept you close, but how long would it last? How long would he be willing to stay?
You patted yourself dry, walking into his bedroom, the air cool on your exposed skin. You opened the closet, pulling out a sweatshirt of his. You hugged it close to your chest, dropping your head low to inhale the smell of him. You pulled the shirt on along with his too-big sweatpants, tightening the strings at the waistband. You put on his socks, too, tucking them over the hems of the sweats, just like how he always did it. A habit of his that you had absorbed. A bittersweet thought struck you. Despite being in his apartment, often living in his space more than your own, you wore his clothes just to feel closer to him. He was close but never close enough.
You found your way to the couch again, plopping your head on the pillow. You curled into yourself, settling in a comfortable position. You didn't bother with dinner, for you craved something else. You just wanted him here. You wanted to spend every second you could get with him to make up for the time you had missed. You tried to stay up, waiting for him to come back. But the toll of the day pulled on your eyelids, luring you into sleep with much resistance from you.
A weightless feeling woke you from your sleep. You blinked sleepily; your hazy vision revealed Matt, still in his Daredevil suit, the helmet was nowhere in sight. His unseeing eyes radiated the comfort and affection you loved, and you hummed happily at the blessed sight of him. A smile pulled on the corner of Matt's lips as he laid you down on the bed, pulling the soft blanket over you. He brushed your hair off your eyes before leaning in, pressing a lingering kiss on your forehead. You smiled sleepily at his gesture, tilting your face up as his warmth left your skin. Your lips met his halfway, and you sighed into the kiss that you craved with the entirety of your being. You needed this, needed him; you yearned for him. Your hand found its way to him; his light stubble tickled your fingertips. You caressed his face, needing to touch, to feel him, as the kiss grew heavy. Finally, he pulled back from you with much reluctance, within your reach, just enough so you could hear his whisper.
"Have you had dinner? I left you your favourite in the fridge."
You pressed your head into the pillow before shaking your head, along with a muffled confirmation of his suspicion. His brows furrowed, and you quickly pulled on his jaw, drawing him closer. You resumed the kiss, and once again, Matt was the one who broke away. Lowering your voice in a soothing tone, you asked in the hope of distracting him.
"Do you have any injuries that needed to be looked at?"
"It was a pretty uneventful night. I know what you're doing, and it's not working."
He responded at once; his head shook slightly in disapproval. He knew you too well. You knew that. But you didn't want to get up while all you wanted was to bask in his familiarity, his warmth again.
"I had a very long day. I just want to go back to sleep, with you. Please?"
Your desperate plea tugged at his heart. His eyes softened as he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.
"Alright. But you will have a big breakfast, first thing when you get up."
You bit your lip, brows waggling at him, even though you knew he couldn't see that. A playful, suggestive tone glided into your voice.
"Oh, I definitely would like something 'big' for breakfast."
He let out a small laugh at your terrible tease.
"I'm serious. I was gone for a few hours, and you already neglected yourself."
"I promise. I'll be yours for the entire weekend. Now, can you get your ass in this bed, preferably naked? Pretty please."
He chuckled, standing up to pull his protective gear off. A few rustles later, the mattress dipped as Matt climbed into the bed behind you. He pulled you into his chest, pressing butterfly kisses on your hair. You turned onto your back, giving him easier access to your lips. He eagerly took you on your offer, pulling you in for a soft kiss, so soft that it made you melt into his embrace. He moved to kiss your cheeks, making his way to your eyelids, ending the kiss on your forehead.
"Sleep now, sweetheart. I'll be here when you wake up."
You turned to your side to cuddle into him, curling your hand behind his muscular back. You nuzzled your face into his firm chest, kissing and nibbling sleepily on the naked skin. You fell asleep promptly, grateful for the weekend ahead of you.
Your phone buzzed again and again on Matt's bedside table. You groaned, burrowing your face further into Matt's chest. The faint scent of blood and sweat, of Matt, infiltrated your senses through a daze. However, whoever on the other side stayed persistent; calls came in after calls. Finally, you untangled your limbs from Matt's with frustration, answering the call to hear Hogarth's voice on the other side.
"Where the fuck are you? Why didn't you pick up your damn phone?"
"It's… it's the weekend."
"And? This case won't go away itself. Come in now, or you're fired."
Your ears met with the dead tone from the other line. You fell back onto the warm bed, feeling like you could burst into tears. Pressing your face into the pillow, you muffled a silent scream. Matt propped on his elbow, caressing your back with the other hand.
"Stay here. Quit the job. You deserve so much better than how Hogarth's treating you."
You murmured.
"I can't. Her words have weight. She can really help me with my career. The pay isn't bad either."
"I know, but it's not worth it. I don't like seeing you bend over backward to every of her demand. I can feel your exhaustion every night. I hate seeing you so harrowed and stressed out."
You sighed heavily.
"It's not like I can quit right away. Not until I can secure a better job somewhere else. Rent in Hell's Kitchen is crazy. Until then, I'm stuck with her."
You moved around in the place, talking to Matt as you got ready. When you stepped out of the bathroom into the living room, dressed in your work attire, Matt walked over to where you stood, offering you a cup of tea. You smiled sadly at him, stroking his cheeks. Then, you raised on your tiptoe, kissing him swiftly before picking up your briefcase, making your way to the door.
"I'm sorry, I can't drink the tea. I'm already late. I'll see you later tonight?"
Matt fell into silence; his head turned away from your direction. The mugs of tea in his hands stayed still and abandoned. You felt an awful jerk on your heartstring for leaving him like this. You spoke softly.
"I love you."
One moment of silence, then two. Matt reluctantly spoke, his voice small, barely audible.
"Love you, too."
You gnawed on your bottom lip in defeat, walking out the door. Your heart grew heavier with every step you took, carrying you further away from him.
When the elevator opened, you were working at your desk, just outside of Hogarth's office. You looked up just in time as the infamous P.I of Hell's Kitchen walked past your desk, sparing a glance towards you. You sprang up from your seat, running after her.
"Ms. Jones, I'm sorry, but you can't go in there. Unfortunately, Ms. Hogarth is not available at the moment."
Jones reeked of alcohol, but there was no sign of intoxication. She scoffed.
"I don't care if she's fucking another secretary in there. Step aside. I don't want to hurt you."
You stood in her path, taking your stance. Although preventing Jessica Jones from entering your boss' office wasn't your job, Hogarth made you do it anyway. She made you do many things that went beyond your responsibilities as a paralegal, as she always held her power over your head like an invisible sword, readied to strike at any given time.
Jessica rolled her eyes, sidestepping you. You stuck your foot out in her path, making her boot catch on your heel. She stumbled lightly, whirling around to face you.
"Seriously?"
You swallowed, shrugging.
"A girl's gotta do what she's gotta do."
"Maybe that girl should get another job and stop working for that monster."
Jessica quickened her pace, pushing the door open as you chased after her.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Hogarth, but she …."
"… tired of your shit, Hogarth. What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Jessica gritted out the words. Your boss sent a deathly glare at you.
"Leave us."
She flicked a wrist at you, and you closed the door behind you as fast as you could. You went back to your desk, speeding through your mountain of paperwork. About half an hour later, Jessica walked out with a menacing expression on her face, heading straight for the elevator. Jeri walked out about two minutes later, looming over your desk.
"If that happens again, I will personally destroy your little, pathetic career. You hear me?"
You nodded solemnly.
"Have them on my desk before 5."
Hogarth left you alone for the rest of your time there. You were done with the work at a little over 3 PM. You dropped it off, and it was refreshing to see a surprise expression on her face for once instead of the usual scowl you received. Then, you headed straight for Matt's place, couldn't wait to get back to your boyfriend, despite the little not-an-argument you had earlier that day.
He wasn't home when you got there. You sighed, afraid you had messed things up with him. After changing into something more comfortable, you sat down on Matt's kitchen table with your laptop open and a steamy plate of food Matt left you last night. You sat there, your fingers tapping away on your device for what felt like hours until you heard the sound of the door being opened. Matt walked in, dressed in his usual gym clothes with a duffle bag hanging off his shoulder. His face was flushed, his hair stuck out adorably. You stood up, lingering at the chair. You cleared your throat.
"I'm… sorry for this morning. Are we … okay?"
You ached to hug him, to be gathered into his arms, to kiss him. Your bottom lip trembled slightly. You wouldn't know what to do if he said no.
He could sense your uncertainty with every word. His face softened at your vulnerable disposition, his arms opened wide, dropping his cane and bag to the floor with little care.
"Of course we are."
You lunged into his embrace, holding him tight as he picked you up easily, his face buried in the crook of your neck. You found his lips, pouring your heart and soul into the kiss. Eventually, you pulled away from each other as you gasped for air, your foreheads touching.
Matt lowered you down to the ground, still holding you in his arms, his hand caressing your spine in a soothing motion.
"I'm looking up other jobs. Hogarth is … horrible, and I'm always stressed out. You're right. It's not worth it."
"You know … Nelson & Murdock can use a helping hand."
Matt raised his brow at you; an endearing grin pulled at the corner of his lips. You smacked his chest playfully.
"As if I'm not helping you guys in my free time already."
You trailed a finger from the waistband of his sweats, ghosting over his abdomen and chest, ended your way at the pulse on his neck, stroking the delicate arc of his throat. Matt let out a small groan of pleasure.
"That means you already have an in with the firm."
You squinted your eyes at Matt while he feigned innocence.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes. I would love to have you there. We still have to discuss this with Foggy, but I think he'd be thrilled."
The earnestness in his voice was unconcealed. Working for Matt and Foggy was a tempting proposal, but you wanted to give it some thought first.
"Let me think about it."
The week started anew, with another visit from Jessica Jones. Only this time, you didn't cease your work pace, even as she walked past your desk. Jessica halted, looking at you skeptically.
"Why are you not stopping me right now? Did Hogarth call of her little guard dog?"
You looked up from your computer screen, giving her a nonchalant shrug.
"Nah, the order is still in effect. But I don't care."
The P.I gave you a nod and headed for Hogarth's office.
Before the workday ended, you were summoned by your fuming boss. Hogarth stood at her desk, a glass of whiskey clutched tight in her hand. She looked upon your entry, sneering at you.
"What part of preventing Jessica Jones from entering my office that you didn't understand? Do you —"
"I understand. I just don't care."
You dropped off the folder on Hogarth's desk. She narrowed her eyes at the manila envelope.
"This is my letter of resignation. I quit. I would say it was an honour to work with you, but that would be a lie."
You left the office that day feeling so much better than you had felt in months. There was a spring in your steps as you climbed the stairs to Matt's place. You walked in as an aroma of mouthwatering food being cooked engulfed you, welcoming you home. Matt was in the kitchen, facing the stove. You walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso. Matt lifted an arm over your shoulder, pulling you in to kiss your forehead. Then, he turned off the stove, fully angled his body to you and gave you a warm embrace.
"So you did it? How did she take it?"
"She was furious, Matt. She threatened to make sure I could never practice law ever again. Over and over. But I'm not worried. She can threaten me however she wants. I know the law."
"I'm so proud of you, sweetheart. You're better off without her. And if she dared to do that, you wouldn't be alone. Foggy and I will have your back."
You hugged him even tighter, pressing your ear to the steady rhythm of his heart. You stayed like that for a moment as the sound of Hell's Kitchen played in the background. Matt buried his nose into your hair, peppering your face with kisses. Then, at last, he spoke up.
"So, have you given more thoughts on working for Nelson & Murdock?"
You made a tsk sound, tapping a finger against your lips, pretending to be in deep thoughts.
"I don't know. Wouldn't it make quite a scandal since I'm dating one of the bosses?"
"Considering the other boss already knows about the arrangement, no one else has to. We can keep a secret -"
Matt dipped his head; his lips brushed over the curve of your ear purposefully. The mere contact sent a shiver down your spine in anticipation. Finally, he released the last part of his sentence; his voice dropped dangerously low, dripped in an alluring invitation.
"- and have fun with it."
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Good Girl, Bad Boy (Pt.13 of 15)
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Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader
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Summary: You're the extreme opposite of Billy Hargrove. The good girl, with perfect grades, the child every mother wants to have. And you don't want to have nothing to do with his kind. Ignoring Billy – and his constant, lingering stare – became an habit. But after you're put together for a special school program, you'll have no choice but to get along with him. And soon enough you'll find out that Billy is so much more than just Hawkins' bad boy.
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“Billy has improved. A lot.” Seated on Mrs. Martinez's office, you go over why Billy deserves a good recommendation letter. Half the teachers already agreed, much more because of you than because of him, but that's not the point. “He doesn't get a C since he started, he wants to be a Marine Biologist and he gets straight As on Biology and honestly, he's actually helping me on Chemistry.”
“I've been tracking his progress and I've been impressed with your work. Billy Hargrove is by far the best in the program.” She read some files, putting them down before looking up at you. “I also noticed that you two became very close.”
“Mmm, yeah... W-we're dating.” You stutter, clearing your throat. “But it doesn't change the fact that he's doing great. I mean, Billy does want to go to college and–”
“Don't worry about it. A student's love life isn't my business. I just mentioned it because it was impossible not to notice.” She smiles and you blush even more. “Well, I'll be happy to write him a good recommendation letter. But for the principal, it'll be good if you get some of Billy's friends to make some reports. But we can arrange it immediately if you want. The Principal is in a meeting but I can let you know as soon as he's available if you manage to get some people right now.”
You stand up, smiling. “I can. Thank you so much.” Mrs. Martinez got that urgency of the matter, and you're more than eager to keep that up. “I'll gather some people and whenever you're ready I'll be at the parking lot.”
“Sounds good.”
“Alright.” With another ‘thank you’, you rush outside, walking fast to the parking lot. Billy is leaning against his car, and Nancy and the others are near Steve's car, a couple of feet away.
“Princess of Hawkins number two. Are we going or not?” Steve asks, making Billy notice your presence. “I'm dying for some ice cream.”
“Actually, I need a huge favor from the three of you.” Keeping your voice soft, you walk over to Billy, standing next to him. The stick on his mouth gets your attention, and you raise an eyebrow at him. “Is that my lollipop? That I was saving up?”
“...No.” He mutters, with a half-smile as he takes the candy off his mouth. “Maybe. But we can share.” Billy gives you the lollipop and you roll your eyes, biting back a smile before putting it into your mouth. And for some reason, Billy has that stupid smirk on his face
“That's the most disgusting thing I've ever seen,” Steve speaks up, getting your attention.
Looking at him, you shrug your shoulders. “What? I kiss that mouth, you know that, right?”
“And you do a great job doing it,” Billy whispers on your year before taking the candy once again.
“Alright. You, drop it.” With a finger on Billy's face, you take the lollipop from his mouth again. “I have something important to say.” Turning at your friends, you take a deep breath. “Mrs. Martinez agreed on writing a good recommendation letter for Billy. But to convince the Principal to do the same, she needs a couple of students to... Give some reports, you know. As witnesses that my handsome boyfriend is now an amazing student too.”
Steve bursts into laughter, covering his mouth with one hand as you stare at him. Arms crossed, an eyebrow raised. It takes long seconds until he stops. “What?” He stutters. “You can't possibly think I'll...” As he speaks, Steve looks at the others, and not Nancy or Jonathan seems to find it funny. “Oh, c'mon. I agreed on standing Billy, but I never agreed on giving good reports.”
“Steve, this is important.”
“(Y/N), c'mon. Billy isn't–”
“Billy has good grades now and that's what I'm talking about. You don't have to like him.” Walking over Steve, you touch his shoulder. “You don't have to do it if you don't want to, but we're trying to build our future. And if you find it in your heart to do this for me, I'll be very thankful.”
“God, you're so damn good.” Billy mutters, and you roll your eyes.
“Well...” Stepping back, you smile. “I could also kill Steve. Would you help me hide the body, B?”
“Ridiculous,” Steve mumbles, making you giggle. “Fine, (Y/N). Just because somehow you made a good boyfriend out of this scumbag.”
“I'd take that back if I were you,” Billy says, raising his voice a bit.
“Woah, back down.” It's not the first time the two have incidents like this, and you always have to calm them down. “You guys have to–”
“(Y/N).” Mrs. Martinez calls and you look to your left. She walks fast, smiling. “The Principal will see the students now. But you can't be inside the office for that. They'll be interviewed separately.”
“Alright.” Breathing out, you give Steve a look. “Don't say anything driven by your personal–”
“I won't.” Steve rolls his eyes.
Mrs. Martinez guides the three of them inside the school again, and you follow them, holding hands with Billy. “It'll work.” You tell him.
“It will.” He agrees, with the smile that belongs to you alone.
“Billy boy!” Someone yells and you soon recognize Tommy, with an arm around Carol's shoulders. “Forgot to tell you, buddy. Awesome party tonight at my place.” Tommy smiles and nods at you, and Carol does the same. “My parents aren't home so we'll go hard, all night long and I count on you to set the tone as we like it.” As he speaks, he gives you a weird look. “You don't have to come if you don't want, (Y/N). I know you don't really like it.”
“I'm not going without (Y/N), you know that,” Billy says, and Tommy rolls his eyes.
“C'mon, pal. I planned everything. Wild and dirty, as you like it. I'm sure (Y/N) won't mind you going by yourself, right (Y/N)?”
“I won't. He can–”
“Sorry, guys, I gotta go,” Tommy speaks out, cutting you off. “A lot of things to do. See you there. Bye, my friends.” Waving, both he and Carol walk away.
Billy starts walking again, but you hold his hands, forcing him to stop. “B, I want to go.” You tell him, sighing. These parties aren't your thing, even though you've been to some with Billy. Mostly when it's someone's birthday. But other than that, you've been skipping them. He likes them though, and you don't want to be the one to hold him back. “Let's party and do whatever he meant by wild and dirty.”
Billy giggles, pulling you close. “You have no idea what he meant by that, pretty girl. And you don't have to go, it's alright.”
“No, B. I know you have fun on those things and I really...” You don't want to lie, not to him. So you sigh, running a hand through your hair. “Just go, alright? Have fun with your friends and... I just... I don't want to be the one to keep you from doing stuff you like. You know I'm not... I'm not like you in many, many aspects but–”
“(Y/N), listen.” Billy takes both your hands, looking down at you. “I love you.”
“B...”
“Shhh. I love when you call me that but listen.” Cupping your cheeks, he places a quick, soft kiss on your lips. “I love you just like that. Good girl, with perfect grades and so damn polite and friendly that sometimes almost kills me of jealously.” He smiles, kissing your nose. “But I wouldn't change a thing about you. Your... Goodness was exactly what made me fall for you. You're... Everything I'm not. And I'm still perplexed that you love me back.”
You're a blushing mess when he's done speaking, eyes locked on his. “A-are you sure?”
“I am.” He nods, smiling. “Why go to some stupid party when I can stay with you?”
“I'll invite you to dinner then... Let's say... Pizza?”
“Pizza.” He agrees.
“Mr. Hargrove.” The teacher calls, and you both look at her. “The Principal wants to talk to you.”
“Right away.” He says, winking at you.
When Billy enters the Principal office, you wait outside, leaning against the wall. To say you're nervous is an understatement. The Principal's letter is the most important, and you know he needs it very much.
“Sweet (Y/N).” A masculine voice calls, and you immediately look to your left, leaving your bag on the floor. It's Tyler, coming from around the corner. “What are you doing here all alone?”
“What are you doing here? Detention again?” Tyler is the only one of Billy's friends you can't stand. You soon figured out he's more like a parasite, sticking close even though people don't really like him. But still, you try not to treat him like the asshole he is. But it doesn't mean you have to answer his questions.
“No, no.” He smiles, a disgusting smile that sends shivers down your spine. Not the good kind of shivers. “I had to leave something on my locker but now... I'm actually happy I got you alone.” Tyler walks over you, standing a bit too close, making you step back. “Now tell me, (Y/N). What are you doing here? ...All alone?” He leans closer, his mouth close to your ear.
You immediately move away, violently pushing his chest. Tyler always gives you this sensation, as if he's trying to get to you somehow. And you hate it. It makes you feel like you're completely naked under his stare. “What do you think you're doing?” You ask, anger flowing out. “Stay the hell away from me, you jerk.”
Tyler laughs. Out loud, mocking you. You're about to curse again him when it happens.
Tyler moves too fast, an arm encircling your waist. His grip is too strong, and it makes you violently collapse against his chest. “I've trying to get you for far too long, sweetie.” He grunts as you start fighting, pushing him away and still trying to understand what the hell is going on. “If Billy can have you, so can I. Or do you think–” He stops suddenly when you succeed to hit him in the ribs.
“LET GO OF ME!” You manage to push out, as loud as you can, your mind yelling for Billy. But before you can say it, call for him, a hand comes to your mouth, and Tyler's free hand starts wandering through your body.
You feel violated, abused already, but it doesn't matter how hard you try, he's stronger than you.
“Sweet (Y/N), let's...” He starts pulling you, and you do try to resist as much as you can. “...Let's find ourselves some nice supply closet and get more... Comfortable? What do you think, huh? Gonna show you how a man–”
“LET GO OF HER!” The scream, the voice that sounds like thunder, makes your whole body relax at the same time Tyler's grip loosens.
The rest is pure chaos.
Billy grabs Tyler and throws him to the ground. Someone pulls you away from the fight, and you soon recognize Nancy. In her embrace, you hide your face in her hair, and she helps as you fix your clothes.
Your mind is mess, and you can't even process what's happening.
The only thing you know is that you're safe now, away from that monster. And Billy is beating him up into a bloody mess.
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rehkkuma · 3 years
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she's all yours | okuyasu x reader
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summary: unlike his partner in crime, Okuyasu lacked experience in the dating field. Once he believes that he may have a chance with his crush, his best friend begins to get in the way.
words: 1.8k
disclaimers/tags: fem pronouns, modern AU (basically just phones being involved), tiny bit of angst, fluff, and cursing.
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He was staring again. The poor 16-year-old boy couldn't help but notice every single detail about her: the slight tilt in her walk whenever she went up the stairs, how she would tie her shoes, and the unfortunate glint of light in her eyes whenever she spoke with his best friend.
Y/n L/n was someone extremely special to him (whether she knew it or not). She could read his expressions so clearly, sometimes knowing more about Okuyasu than Okuyasu did himself. The emotions he couldn't quite put his finger on, she always had an answer to. At times, he felt undeserving of the friendship he had with her. After coming to terms with his developing feelings for the girl, of course she began to get closer with his best friend.
He was painfully aware of the difference in treatment he received compared to Josuke. While Josuke could be referenced as Morioh's pretty-boy delinquent, Okuyasu was more like the intimidating ruffian that stood by his side. Obviously, Y/n did not think of Okuyasu in that way, but her perception of him didn't matter if he was considered nothing more than a friend.
"Hey," Josuke called out, concerned for his friend.
"Y-Yeah?" Okuyasu stuttered, trying to regain his thoughts.
"Whatcha lookin' at?"
Okuyasu silently thanked Y/n for standing in a crowd with other students. If she stood any further from the school's front entrance, it would've been easy for Josuke to pinpoint who he was eyeing.
"Nothing, really. Just thought I saw a cute girl."
Josuke shrugged his shoulders, repositioning himself so his back laid more comfortably against the tree. "Well, if you do see one, ask 'em out or somethin'. I wanna see you have your first kiss before we graduate," he chuckled.
"Mhm, yup," Okuyasu responded, eyes now glued to the grass he was sitting on. He was about to spew out a self-deprecating joke but stopped himself once he noticed Y/n approaching the two of them. Immediately, he recognized Josuke's energy shift from disinterest to eagerness.
"Y/n!" Josuke cheerfully said, waving at the girl.
"Hi, you two!" she waved back. Once coming close enough, she sat down along with the boys, her knees lacing together in a criss-cross position. Because of the short distance between her and Okuyasu, the boy could smell the flowery essence emitting off of her body. He wasn't too fond of fragrances, but the one Y/n had was light and sweet-- perfectly suiting her personality.
Before he knew it, Okuyasu was staring again. The only thing that got him to snap back into reality was the cry of laughter Y/n let out after Josuke made a funny remark.
"Did you hear that Okuyasu?" Y/n choked out, leaning back with both hands on her stomach.
"Y-Yeah." Okuyasu fake laughed, really having no clue what the hell was going on.
"God," Y/n sighed as she wiped off the faint tears forming in her eyes. "I wish I could hang out with you guys a bit longer, but I just wanted to drop by and say hi. I gotta help out with some chores tonight."
"It's all good," Josuke smiled. "But only if you promise to call me tonight."
The girl rolled her eyes while getting up from the ground. "We'll have to see about that, Jojo!" She then stuck her tongue out before scurrying off to her house.
Josuke chuckled, slowly placing his chin on the palm of his hand. "She's pretty cute, isn't she?" he said, eyes glued to the girl's figure in the distance.
"Yeah, she sure is."
* * *
Okuyasu could remember the first time he met her as clear as day: his hands were tucked deep into his pockets, feet dragging along the sidewalk while he was on his way to school. Unlike his regular routine, Josuke was unable to walk with him due to an argument breaking out between him and his mother. It seemed like a bummer at the moment, but maybe it was actually a blessing in disguise.
"Fuck!"
In front of Okuyasu's feet laid a girl. Her uniform was stained with a bright red juice and its can rolled next to her. He didn't recall exactly what happened, but he did feel someone's face hit his chest before hearing a thud.
"I didn't get any on you, did I?" the girl asked with panic.
Okuyasu, hands still in his pockets, shook his head. "Mnn. Don't think you did."
"Okay, thank God. These stains are so hard to get rid of."
That was one of the first things that Okuyasu remembered from Y/n. Her casual way of talking was enough to make any stranger feel like a good friend. Something about this girl piqued his interest.
"Guess it's not your first time, huh?" he hummed.
"You'd think I'd learn my lesson after the third time."
After the small accident, Okuyasu took the girl to the laundromat. Classes would begin in any minute, but neither one of the pair minded skipping it.
"Oi, what're you gonna be wearin' in the meantime? Don'tcha think the teacher's gonna kick your ass for showing up like that?" Okuyasu pointed at the revealing tank top she wore.
"Yeah, definitely. That's why you should totally let me borrow your top," she winked.
"Don't get too ahead of yourself. I don't even have a clue on what your name is."
"L/n." she replied crassly. "It's Y/n L/n."
That was several months ago. Since then, their relationship started to significantly grow. From sending short texts to sharing a few inside jokes, to hanging out every other day after school. In Okuyasu's eyes, it was inevitable for him to fall for a girl like her.
Right before he could spill about his crush to his best friend, Josuke had already introduced himself to her. It crushed Okuyasu to see the girl he loves slowly start to move on from him-- to his own best friend nevertheless.
All of his frustrations were best to be kept to himself. No way could he express his jealousy to Josuke or Y/n. Out of all the girls that fawned over Josuke, why did she have to be one of them?
**Brring**
Okuyasu rolled his body to the other side of his bed. On a nightstand was his phone that rang. The alarm was just loud enough to break through the pessimistic thoughts roaring through his brain.
"Who's this?" he asked, too lazy to check the contact number.
"It's me, Okuyasu! Why, is it that hard to use a second of your time to check the contact name?"
He recognized that voice anywhere. It was her.
"Aw, look. I was in bed, alright?" he smiled, feeling his mood change immediately after speaking with her.
A small giggle echoed from the other end of the phone. "Alright! I wasn't here to nag you all night anyways." The girl then cleared her throat with a cough before soon speaking again. "I was thinking we should hang out tomorrow. For ice cream, maybe. Just us."
Small butterflies began to form in his stomach from hearing the last sentence. "Just us" had never sounded better.
"Sounds good to me."
"Great!" she nearly interrupted. "A-Ah, sorry! I just got excited. It feels like we've been parting ways the past couple of weeks, but I promise tomorrow's gonna make up for it!"
"It's alright," Okuyasu sighed. "See you tomorrow?"
"See you tomorrow!" she repeated.
* * *
Was it just Okuyasu or did she look way cuter today? The makeup she wore differed from the one she usually had on, her accessories managed to compliment her eyes even more, and she even put an effort into customizing her uniform like Josuke and Okuyasu despite expressing her laziness multiple times. She looked like an absolute doll.
"Hmph." She huffed. "You've been doing that a lot lately," she said flatly.
"Doing what?"
"Staring at me like I'm some crazy person."
Okuyasu internally panicked for a few seconds but composed himself. "You just look pretty lately, that's all."
He expected a cheeky comeback in return but was left with a bashful smile from her instead.
"Let's just hurry up and get ice cream..." she said, eyes faced to the ground.
Okuyasu nodded at her suggestion and began to walk, making sure his pace wasn't too fast for Y/n. He'd occasionally give a glance at her direction to know if he was walking at a comfortable speed for her.
Several minutes of walking and a few casual conversations later, the duo made it to the ice cream shop. Y/n ordered a mix of her two favourite flavours while Okuyasu ordered two scoops of mocha almond fudge. Feeling a bit more gentleman-like today, Okuyasu insisted on paying for the both of them.
"Thanks for the ice cream!" the girl said, taking a small lick of the cone. "I feel like the more I hang out with you, the more things I owe you back," she chuckled as the two left the shop.
"Don't sweat it. Hangin' out with you's enough for me." Okuyasu smiled.
"Ah, really?" she blushed. "That's... really sweet of you."
There she did it again. No witty comeback. Just a flustered reply.
"Somethin' up with you? Eat something bad today?" he asked.
"Hm?"
"You're just actin' a bit different, that's all. Not sayin' it's bad though. I kinda like it." Okuyasu continued to walk on the sidewalk but stopped once he realized Y/n was frozen still. "Hey, you comin'?"
Y/n began to slowly jog her way to Okuyasu. When she caught up with him, she paused once more, now looking into the young boy's eyes. "I feel like you don't hear yourself talk sometimes," she said. "I can't tell if you're flirting or you're just naturally this oblivious."
He didn't know how to respond. He was starting to get nervous from how close their faces were. If he wanted to, he could practically count each beauty mark on her face.
"Well?" she said.
"Well..." Okuyasu tried to come up with something but found himself paying more attention to the girl's lips. They looked plush and soft with a slight glossy coat from the ice cream.
Eventually, the girl noticed where he was looking at. Slowly, she closed the already small gap between the two.
"Okuyasu," she breathed out with a gentle tone. "I really like you."
"I-" he stuttered. "Not Josuke?"
"Josuke?" She covered her mouth with the back of her hand and chuckled. "I don't know what you think is going on between us, but it's not that. He's not exactly my type either."
Okuyasu couldn't believe what he was hearing. Before he could say anything back, he felt her lips against his right cheek. It was a delicate kiss. Maybe a bit sticky, but it made his heart do several backflips nevertheless.
Once her lips left his skin, she stood awkwardly in front of him. The way she looked up at his eyes with that lovestruck gaze made Okuyasu realize something he didn't before: he wouldn't need to jealous of other guys. It was clear that Y/n L/n was all his.
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allthingskakashi · 4 years
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• Bells and Balls •
[ Kakashi x Reader ]
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Tags : NSFW, Smut
Words : 4.8k
A/n: I wrote over 4k words just to get some dick.
Okay sbsbajash idk I'd been working on this for like a whole week and i couldn't concentrate on anything unless i finished this lmao so here it is whatever, I can't drag this around anymore. Uhhh hope you like it I'm still not very good at writing smut im sorry. This takes place in the post Anbu and pre team 7 era and Kakashi’s a bit of an asshole but you know you still love him. This is also a little similar to my other fic ‘Yearning’ but here you get the s e x and i’m sorry if the characterization is bad, i put more focus on making it hot i guess ok ill shut up now i hope you like it
You give the sheet of paper in your hand one final glance, and look around the room. There’s a long line behind you and you’re surrounded by your fellow jounins, each here to submit their respective lists.
You were extremely happy with the performance of your team and didn’t have to think twice before passing them. You had no doubt that they would make wonderful shinobi. You looked forward to teaching and guiding them, and judging by the chatter around you, most other jounins had passed their teams too.
The trouble, however, remains with Kakashi Hatake.
A few weeks ago, you had all been named squad leaders and put in charge of a squad, and today was your very first day with your assigned teams. As instructed, each of you conducted a test for the genin and depending upon whether they passed or failed, the final list would be announced.
No one till date had ever passed Kakashi Hatake's infamous test, and everyone was sure that no one would this year either. Most genin trembled in fear of him, being aware of his strict methods.
And as it happens, at this moment, this infamous man is right in front you, standing with his back hunched forward as he hands his paper in to the woman behind the desk.
You wait for your turn, your eyes fixating on the red symbol on his vest as you wonder, ruefully, about the fate of the students he must have failed this time.
You take a step forward as he turns around, having submitted his paper, and the line moves up behind you.
Kakashi peeks briefly at your paper as he passes, letting out an audible scoff at the list in your hand before walking on ahead, hands tucked in his pockets.
You’re momentarily confused by this sudden act, but something is already starting to boil up inside you. You aren’t exactly known for being placid, nor for sitting by and allowing people to give you crap. Your eyebrows furrow as you hastily thrust your sheet onto the desk, before making your way to follow after him.
“Do you have a problem?” you call to his back as a few heads turn towards you.
He stops, taking his time turning back to look at you, half lidded eyes looking as indifferent as always.
His demeanour pushes you further to the edge and you take a few steps closer, craning your neck to meet his eyes, waiting for an answer.
“Well?”
He peers down at you unfazed, completely oblivious to the audience around you, as if they are not even there.
“You’re too soft”, he shrugs. “You don’t know how the shinobi world works” he says bluntly, piercing you with his unwavering gaze.
You glare back at him, your mouth twitching with the sled of retorts forming at the back of your tongue.
“Who gave you the right to—"
But he’s already turning away from you, your eyes meeting with the red symbol of his vest once again.
“Hey don’t you fucking walk away from me!” you yell, going forward to stop him, but he saunters on ahead without turning back; his scent lingering in the air as you stand there, watching his figure disappear slowly along the hallway, your fury seething inside you.
Who the fuck does he think he is?
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 “Thank you! This is just what I needed.” you chime, digging into the hot bowl of ramen in front of you, your mouth salivating just at the look of it.
You take a big mouthful, revelling in the immediate burst of flavours on your tongue.
“Mmmm.” You moan, “You’ve outdone yourself, Ayame!”
The young girl smiles at you in delight, proceeding to serve you another helping.
You take another blissful bite, closing your eyes to relish the moment.
The streets are quiet around you except for the faint chirp of crickets, as is expected at this hour of the night. It must be past midnight by now, you’re not exactly sure.
You had been tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep. For some reason, the encounter with Kakashi from earlier today had you feeling bitter and edgy. You hated that he was in your head, you didn’t understand why. It wasn’t like you to be this bothered by some mindless comments from someone. You’d had altercations before, worse ones, but they were never enough to steal away your night’s sleep.
And yet, this time…
You had to do something to take the edge off, ideally punch him in the face, but since that was not the plausible choice, you settled for the next best thing. Going for a run and treating yourself to your favourite comfort food later.  
So here you are now, out at night all by yourself. The Ichiraku shop was still open, bless the lords.
You slurp some of the soup from the bowl and let out a loud smack of your lips.
You can feel your spirits lifting, and you’re glad for it. He wasn’t in your head after all, you were just having a bad day, that’s all.
You shift your focus back to the bowl in front of you, moaning and slurping as you go.
“Whoa there, Get a room.”
The sudden interruption of the familiar voice makes you stop cold.
Are you fucking kidding me?
You look up from your bowl, turning your head around to see none other than Kakashi Hatake, standing smug in all his glory.
The strange pang of bitterness is back in the depths of your stomach and you resist the urge to punch that smug look off his face.
“Ah, if it isn’t Kakashi Hatake, the all-knowing wisenheimer.” you say, your tone snide. “Say, don’t you have somewhere else to be? Some genin to fail?”
He comes around to take a seat on the stool beside you, a smirk evident through his mask, almost as if he’s enjoying this.
“I’ve already failed them” he smiles sweetly at you. “Worked up quite an appetite too.” He says, looking away from you to place his order.
You notice as Ayame notes his order down, the distinct shade of pink that tinges her cheeks as does, before turning away and disappearing into the supplies room at the back of the shop.
Ugh. What is with this guy? Why is it so….
You don’t realise you’re staring at him until he looks back at you, raising a questioning eyebrow. You supress your startlement at being caught, pretending as if you’d meant to be glaring at him.
“What the hell are you even doing out here so late?” you spurt, trying to sound irritated but it comes out sounding almost…concerned?
Thankfully, he doesn’t notice. “I could ask you the same.”
You look away, unwilling to answer. You were out here to get him out of your head, and now here you are, sitting beside him in a ramen shop while the entire village sleeps.
It almost feels like you’re the only two people in the world. The feeling makes something churn inside your stomach.
You dab your mouth with your napkin, before swivelling on the stool to face him. You look at him intently, studying his features. He stares back at you, as if waiting for you to say something.
“Why?” you ask, catching him off guard with it.
“Why what?”
“Why does no one pass your test? What’s so difficult about it?” you ask, gaze fixated on him. You expect him to look uncomfortable but he just shrugs.
“Why do you want to know?”
“I’m curious” you reply truthfully, watching him smirk at your answer.  
You hate it when he smirks, how his face looks when he’s being cocky.
Ugh.
He swivels in his chair now, turning his body towards you. “Is that so?”, he says through the smirk, resting his elbow on the counter and leaning in.
You don’t know why, but something about his tone and the way he leans in makes it difficult for you to breathe all of a sudden.
But you’re not one to be fazed.
“Yes” you reply, refusing to let yourself crumple under his gaze. Your voice comes out sounding hoarse, and you clear your throat.
He smirks wider at your reply and stretches the next words out.
“If you’re so curious…Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
Your heart thuds like clapper clanging against a bell. You resist the urge to gulp.
Was it this hot when I left the house?
You clear your throat again. “I don’t have the time to take part in your stupid games”
The smirk is adamant on his lips, his gaze unnerving.
He breathes, “Do you not have the time…or do you not have the balls?”
His tone is challenging. Or inviting. Or both, you’re not really sure, you’re not thinking straight anymore.
Your jacket is too hot against your skin, you writhe beneath the thick material.
Sliding off the stool, you walk slowly towards him, erasing the space in between you bit by bit with each step, until your bodies are a few inches away from touching. Your eyes bore into each other’s as if in silent battle. It’s your turn to smirk now.
“Training Grounds in 20 mins” you whisper. Despite the hitch in your breath, your voice is clear. “Don’t be late.”
You walk past him without breaking your gaze, brushing your shoulder against his arm as you walk by, perhaps a little harder than necessary, leaving Kakashi to stare after you.
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You sit on the damp grass with your back against a tree, waiting. Your jacket lies in a puddle beside you.
You count the weapons in your bag, you hadn’t exactly come out prepared for a fight tonight. Two kunai knives, that’s all.
Would that be enough to take down the copy ninja? You hope so. There’s no way you’re letting him win. It’s time someone taught him a lesson and you would love to be that someone. The nerve of him…to actually challenge you.
He really needs to get a life. But then, here you are too…
Why am I here? What am I even doing?
You close your eyes and tilt your head back against the hard bark, your eyebrows furrowing the way they always do when you’re deep in thought.
Back at the shop… the way he spoke…the look in his eyes— God, Stop. Stop it.
Who the fuck cares about the look in his eyes?
Not me.
It’s okay. I’m good.
We’re here to teach this asshole a lesson. An asshole, that’s what he is. Insufferable and stupid and smug and ridiculously ho— horrible. Ridiculously horrible.
You take a deep breath, opening your eyes and standing up so fast that it makes your head dizzy for a brief second. You start walking around, jerking your arms and legs, stretching your neck, even slapping yourself a few times on the face to make yourself focus.
Yes, I need to focus. The lack of sleep is getting to me.
You crouch down to tighten your shoelaces, before getting up and starting some stretching exercises. Gotta loosen the muscles, make sure you have full flexibility. After all, taking on Kakashi Hatake all by yourself is probably not going to be a piece of cake.
You look down to check your attire: running shorts and a tank top, not fully ideal but it’ll do.
You’re bent over, in the midst of doing rotating toe touches when your eyes fall upon a silhouette far ahead, nearing closer and closer. You pause, standing up straight with your hands on your hips as the figure walks slowly towards you, a faint jingling noise ringing through the air, as Kakashi finally comes near enough for you to make out his face in the dim light.
“Late as always” you say, crossing your arms over your chest.
Kakashi stands a few feet away from you, holding something in one hand, other hand inside his pocket. He’s not wearing his jacket anymore either, you observe.
“Sorry, had to go get this” he says, holding up what looks like two small bells with strings attached.
You squint at it, coming closer to get a better look. “What the hell is that?”
“Bells”, he smiles. “That’s the test. You have to get these bells from me. You can use any attack you want but… since you’re not a genin, I’ll raise the stakes a little higher for you. You cannot use ninjutsu or genjustu. It has to be purely physical attacks. You have till dawn.”
This little fucker. He knows taijutsu is not my strong point.
But fine. If that’s how he wants to play this, so be it. I’m taking him down one way or another.
“Dawn?” you chuckle, fixing him with your gaze. “I don’t need till dawn” you sneer, coming forward with a kick aimed to his head. He blocks it just as you’re about to make contact, grasping your ankle in his strong hold.
“I didn’t say start yet” he says through a smirk, letting go of your foot.
You take a few steps backwards, glowering at him as he ties the bells to a loop on his trousers. They hang over his thighs with a jingle, silver metal glimmering in the moonlight.
He looks back up at you, eyes twinkling with an unusual sparkle.
There’s that look again…
“Go” he commands, his body tensing up into a defensive stance immediately, ready for you.
You fix your gaze on the shiny metal of your goal and hurl yourself forward, your arms meeting each other’s in blows and defences. You throw a few kicks to his stomach, making him tumble but not enough to knock him out.
You shift your stance, before directing another punch to his face; he deflects it, sniggering.
Okay okay okay, I’m not focusing. I need to focus.
You take a deep breath.
Kakashi stands waiting, his features emanating pure amusement.
You feel a restlessness brewing within you, a strange energy buzzing through your veins. You’d been itching to punch him in the face and now’s your chance.
You watch him, mentally calculating all your options. His silver hair shines like moonbeams in the dark.
FOCUS.
Drawing a kunai from your bag, you lunge forward, distracting him with a kick to the head as your kunai slashes through the air, just about to cut across the strings when— your hand is caught in his grasp, a ‘slap!’ cutting through the air as his palm clasps around your wrist.
He bores into you, your wrist held firmly in his hand as he turns you around swiftly, gripping both your wrists at the back.
You feel the muscles of his chest against your body as he comes closer, the metal bells hanging over his leg brushing against your fingertips behind you.
You wriggle your hands, trying to break free but it’s in vain. His grip is firm, slender fingers digging into your skin as he leans into your ears, his warm breath tickling your skin.
“Not so fast” he whispers, his lips almost brushing the top of your ears.
The words send a shudder through your spine. You feel the black sky closing in on you, there’s a hum springing through your veins.
He loosens his grip as your hands fall, the kunai held limply in your hand. You turn around, your heart skipping a beat at how close he is to you. You feel your resolve weakening.
No.
No.
Stop.
Your hand flies to the collar of his shirt, the other hand holding the kunai to his throat as you push him backwards with your body, your eyes blazing into his.  
Keeping the kunai at his throat, you lower your other hand slowly, brushing it down his chest, his muscles taut under your hand. You trail your hand down along the line of his sternum, down the firmness of his stomach and further down, your fingers lightly caressing the bulge of his trousers before they almost make contact with the bells alongside, right there, just a flick away—
so close—
Before your wrist is caught in a sudden, fast clutch again.
His grip is much stronger this time, unyielding, hungry. Your bones ache beneath his hold.  
You watch something ignite in his eyes as his shoulders rise and fall in rhythm to your heaves. You suddenly realise how out of breath you are.
In the flash of a moment, Kakashi grips your kunai holding hand, holding it away from his throat as he pushes you, the weight of his body pressing onto yours as your feet scrape along the ground, stumbling backwards till your back slams against a tree, the force making your body jolt. The kunai slips from your hand.
His arms pin you defenceless against the tree, his gaze holding you hostage, burning through your skin.
The touch of his skin against yours feels alien. When was the last time you felt the warmth of someone’s skin? You cannot recall.
He’s so close to you, you cannot see anything beyond him.
In the dark, under the moonlight, the edges of his face look softened.
A wind passes by, the sound of rustling leaves filling through the silence. A volcano erupts within you.
Now.
You gulp. Up this close, you can make out the outline of his mouth.
Now.
Your lips press into Kakashi’s in a desperate lurch, your neck straining to meet him as far as his grip on you allows. Your heart explodes like firecrackers inside your chest as your tongue pushes against the cloth of his mask, demanding to be let in.
You feel his grip loosen around your wrists as the mask is off and he reciprocates, his lips on yours, his hand gripping your chin up as his tongue moves in fervent swirls inside your mouth.
A thousand questions swarm inside your head, buzzing but you’re not being controlled by your head anymore. You can feel the thud of his chest against your own.
He trails his hand down to your throat, holding you in place, other hand exploring every edge and curve of your body before it snakes down the waistband of your shorts, down the elastic of your underwear.
You gasp, arching your back as you feel the touch of his long fingers down there, moaning helplessly into his mouth as he rubs along your wet entrance in rapid strokes.
Your head is a dizzy mess of jumbled emotions as yearning overpowers your senses, your previous resolve weakening into a mushy puddle with every stroke and thrum of his fingers inside you.
He pulls away from your mouth to leave sloppy kisses down your neck, his tongue painting patterns along your skin as you catch a glimpse of his face and you see it— his face, glowing under the moonlight. And you realise.
He’s…beautiful.
An overwhelming ache breaks through your senses, creating a frenzied whirlwind of passion and agony in your mind. Your detestation for him crumbles into pieces underneath the weight of your desire, as you realise…
You don’t hate him.
You never did.
Not even close.
Not even a little bit.
Not even at all.
You pull his face up to meet your lips again, planting urgent kisses on his mouth as your hands tease the hem of his shirt. His fingers slip out of you and you can feel the wetness of your panties, soaked through with arousal.
“Kakashi…” you whisper in pleasure as he looms over you, your foreheads touching, out of breath and heaving with exhilaration. His eyes burn with the same passion that you feel inside.
“We can’t…shouldn’t…here…people...” you mutter in struggled breaths, as he plants another kiss to your lips, the sparks from it fogging your mind
“Since when do you care about people?” he whispers against your ear, his raspy voice enough to strip you off of all your remaining sense and judgement.
You pull his shirt over his head in one swift motion, throwing it to the ground beside as he follows, taking off your shirt and then unhooking your bra, tossing both away as his hands reach for you in hungry clutches.
His hands caress your breasts, pressing them and pulling on your hardened nipples, his mouth following soon after. His lips lock around them, sucking hard as you bury your face into his broad shoulders, biting lightly to keep yourself from screaming.
You sink your fingers into his hair, tugging softly as his mouth moves in a wet trail further down your body, strands of his hair tickling your stomach as he goes, his hands tugging your panties, sliding them down the curves of your hips.
Your heart thuds in your ears as Kakashi sits crouching in front of you, parting your legs. He looks up at you, as if asking for your permission, and you give it to him by pulling the back of his head closer between your legs.
He puts your right leg over his shoulder, spreading you for him, his other hand clutching the back of your left thigh as his mouth teases you down there.
The tip of his tongue flicks at your entrance, before it finds your weakest spot, and you feel your body shuddering, barely able to keep your balance.
You tug at his hair harder as his tongue moves skilfully inside you, fingers rubbing your swollen clit simultaneously. You feel every nerve ending in your body come alive as you moan out his name “K-Kakashi…” through trembling lips.
Your insides shudder and a deep moan forms at the back of your throat, threatening to escape as Kakashi puts his hand over your mouth, before pulling you down on top of him with a sudden tug.  
You come down with a thud on his thighs, your body jolting with the force as you watch him in front of you, the copy ninja… bare bodied and heaving in front of your eyes.
Who would have thought…
You straddle him, admiring his unclad torso, before pushing his shoulders down with your hands, making him lie back on the grass as you stoop over him. His eyes are fixated on you, pure pleasure making itself known on his face.
He really is beautiful.
You bend forward, your mouth exploring the smoothness of the skin on his chest, as a strange cold feeling down there distracts you.
You look down, squinting in the dark to find yourself sitting on two glimmering metal balls placed over his thigh.
The bells.
A thrill runs through your nerves as you smirk, glancing up at him.
He’s noticed it too.
His eyes return the same sparkle of mischief as yours as he lies still, waiting.
You press your hands down on his chest, locking your gaze with his as you position yourself over the bells, tilting your head back as you move back and forth over them.
The cold metal of the bells rubs against you, sending tremors through your entire body.
Your gaze at Kakashi again, watching him squirm at the sight of you, his hands twitching to feel your skin.
You keep your eyes on him as you slide down slightly on his thigh, tugging his trousers down as you go. Your hands find the base of his cock as you allow yourself to admire his throbbing length.
He leans his head back on the grass and you feel him getting harder in your hands.
Forming your hand into a fist around him, you move it up and down along his shaft in slow steady strokes, leaning down to bring your mouth closer to his tip, before swirling your tongue in circles around his skin.
His hips tremble as he clutches onto the grass, writhing.
Your lips clasp around his cock, mouth slurping up and down his length, taking your time sliding down to the base and back up, your hands following suit.
You tease him, switching between the tip of your tongue and your whole mouth, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through him.
He quivers and you sit back up, bending forward over his face and pressing your lips on his. A groan from his mouth erupts inside yours as he clutches your hips.
His hands guide your hips back and forth over his length, your lips trembling as he slips into you, his cock finally inside you, pushing into you, filling you as deep as you can be filled.
A new rush of pleasure burns through your senses, your insides stretching as you move your hips around him, back and forth and then in circles.
“A-a-ah...mm…yeah…”, your muffled moans cut through the depths of the forest in the silence of the night.
Kakashi breathes your name, the eruption of your name from his lips enough to send you to a frenzy, filling your heart with drunken fervour.
You moan his name back in reply, hopping up and down on him as his arm snakes behind your waist and he flips you over in a sudden, swift movement, the weight of his body falling over you now.
You arch your back, pushing your hips up to meet his, unwilling to break away even for a second.
You want him so, so bad.
The pointy peaks of grass underneath poke your skin, your nails digging into his back as he nibbles on your neck, thrusting deep, deep into you.
You feel the familiar shudder from earlier again, your mind getting clouded with waves of pleasure coursing through you. Kakashi’s grunts quaver in your ear as you feel his hips jerk in tune to yours.
There’s a tantalizing jolt of ecstasy through your body as you scream out, your quivering voice matching his grunts as you both put a hand over the other’s mouth, your muffled moans melting into each other’s skin. He quivers inside you for a final time before you feel him slipping out of you, as hot wet cum trickles along the insides of your thighs, dripping into the dewy grass beneath.
Droplets of sweat from his hair drips down on you, tasting salty in your mouth. You heave together in exhaustion as he plops down on you, before rolling to the side.
You lie on your back panting, your entire body damp with sweat.
Languor threatens to take over you as you struggle to keep your eyes open, looking up into the night sky.
You see a firefly glowing above your head. You lift a lazy hand to reach it, but it flies away far above, becoming one with the twinkling stars in the sky.
Soft sounds of Kakashi’s breath echo beside you, his foot still touching yours lightly as the both of you lie heaving under the stars.
He turns his head to look at you and you can feel his eyes on you as you try, with all the fibres in your body, to not look back at him.
You know you won’t be able to hold yourself together any longer if you do.
He extends a hand towards you. “That was…”
“Sshhh… Shut up” you say in a slumberous whisper, moving closer into his arm, putting your own around him, your head buried into chest as you feel your eyes getting heavy…not able to stay awake anymore. You feel Kakashi envelope you in his arms, the warmth from his skin against the cold air lulling you to sleep, your mind becoming foggy as you close your eyes, slowly drifting off somewhere far, far away…
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Your eyes open to the chirping of birds perched on the branches above, rays of morning light casting a rosy glow in the horizon.
You watch the half light in the distance, rubbing your eyes, smiling to yourself.
The night had taken with it the black clouds of denial fogging your mind, your heart is as clear as day now.
You turn your head just in time to see Kakashi opening his eyes, his eyes puffy, imprints of grass marking his soft cheek.
You smile at him as he looks at you, lips curled into a sleepy smile. “Good morning” he yawns, tapping over his mouth with his palm.
“I won.”
“Hmm?” he asks groggily, eyes still adjusting to the light.
You hold up the two small bells in front of him, they jingle over his face.
He chuckles. “I don’t think so. It’s past dawn”
“I took them off before. I won.”
He laughs again, his face lighting up in a way you’d never seen before. He looks even more beautiful in the daylight.
“In all fairness y/n, there are no losers here.”
You laugh along with him now, reaching across and smoothening the imprints on his cheek, keeping your hand there, cupping his cheek.
“So, I passed?” you ask, looking at him, inching closer.
He looks back at you, with the same look from earlier in his eyes.
But you’re not turning yourself blind to it anymore.
“Top of the class” he laughs, pulling you closer, nuzzling your nose with his before pressing his lips into yours.
Notes :-
Did I quote 10 Things I Hate About You on a Kakashi Smut?
Yes, yes i did.
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s0apysm1les · 3 years
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Ohhh my gosh~ I just came across a yandere x reader short for Spiderman and it was so so soooo good! But it left off at a cliffhanger! And it got me thinking...
yandere spiderman x gender neutral!reader
Word Count: 1k+
Yandere Spiderman who sneaks into Reader's room at night just to stare at you and watch you sleep
Content: GN!Reader, Stalking, Breaking and Entering, Watching someone sleep
Only chicken little uses a beta
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Living in New York, you always lock your windows - hell you'll put a slip of wood in along the track on your more paranoid nights. Which you've been having more often lately. You find it difficult to sleep lately, wanting to keep yourself up all night to make sure that there isn't anyone there. You know there isn't. There can't be! But you still can't escape the feeling that you get when you wake up... someone was here... it says. You can almost smell someone else's shampoo on your desk chair - well, it could be someone else's or it could be that the new soap your using just smells like that after a bit?
Whatever it was, you knew something was off. Was something moved or missing? Was there any sign of someone having broken in, but things were the same as usual. The bar was still in place, hidden in the window's track from creeping eyes, holding the frame down - should the lock be broken somehow. But what wasn't there the night before was a small spiderweb in it. And sitting neatly in the center of the web was one you recognized as a Lace Web Spider. It had a darker head and a butterscotch colored body and some splashes of a lighter honey-colored shade of brown.
You were well educated in the world of Arachnids and Insects due to a completely *rational* fear of them and bugs - despite what others might say. Your arachnophobia and Entomophobia had a long history, following you all the way back to why you moved to New York in the first place.
You stomached the small whimper that came up at the sight of the small creature and backed away slowly. You were so petrified of the currently docile ...thing! that you had immediately grabbed what you needed and quickly shot out of your apartment a good ten minutes before usual. Looks like this morning was the first in a long time where you wouldn't greet that Parker guy as you left for work.
You had developed a habit of greeting the soft-spoken brunet each morning as you both left at the same time. You worked at the coffee shop just two storefronts down and across the street from the Daily Bugle, so you two tended to take the same path and as such you started talking. He was cute... in a simple way. He wears a pair of black frame glasses and has a semi-permanent smile on his face, the kind that many people take advantage of. And you were sure that many did.
But ignoring him since he wasn't there, you went to work. You poured the regular cup for J Jonah Jamison for the moment his pressed intern of the week to rush in for it just ten seconds after you completed it. Jamison was a good man. Eccentric for sure! But he did mean well... for the most part... you hoped...
The day came and went, screaming matches from angry people were heard and given and you headed home. The spider, terrifyingly enough, was gone and you took an unused chopstick from your last order of chinese takeout and swiped the web up. Nothing. No eggs, no bugs in it and no damage to the window from in or outside.
Again, you went to bed not really wanting to go to bed and again you woke with the spider in the window, web once again on the stick.
It was tonight that you decided to test your paranoid mind. It never steered you wrong before and if nothing happened, that would show your mind that there was nothing to fear... So you go to bed thirty minutes more than usual and start doing math in your head to stay awake. While subtracting 7 from 100 until you got as low as you could that something happened. You were at 42 and you were sure that you messed up somewhere when a soft, barely audible tap was enough to catch your attention.
Never really one to lose their cool in high stress situations, you were still calm with level breathing and a calm heart rate when you hear a soft set of feet settle on the carpet you covered the ugly old wooden floor with.
You were curious. Who wouldn't be? You stayed there, trying to listen for their breathing and found and felt nothing. You were wondering how they even entered the room in the first place when a soft -ticking was the best word to describe it-sound seemed to come from around your room.
Your heart began to race, knowing just what you were hearing was the itch inducing sound of a spider's legs, like dry wicker brushing together. Your eyes shoot open and you were unfortunately facing said window as you did. From there, you could see a shadowy figure sitting in the chair in front of your desk. You only saw the large one at first, until you noticed all of the smaller ones too, crawling slowly through the light.
"It's okay citizen-" the figure chipped. His words sounded like they came from a smiling mouth, but they were cold and made your skin crawl. You saw the large white slits of his eyes stand out against his red textured body suit.
"I was just... making sure you were okay." The notably male voice of the now identified Spiderman told you in a flat tone. You held your head back from shaking negatively, be it either in disbelief or horror, you were sure he wouldn't appreciate the action at all.
You held out in the uncomfortable silence for a good ten seconds before you had to speak again.
"...Why?" You dragged out, slowly wrapping you throw blanket over you like a sweater under the gaze of your friendly Neighborhood Spiderman. There was something about not being able to see where he was looking as he stared at you that unnerved you even more so than the twenty-something spiders of varying species slowly walking to the super human sitting in your chair.
"I can't have you getting hurt~" His tone held a sort of joy in it as he spoke. Tilting his head, he continued, "After all, I'm your friendly neighborhood spiderman, [Name]. You're safe, don't worry. Go back to sleep, now." He chuckled. He didn't clarify further, just continued staring at you until you laid back down onto your bed and tried to return to sleep under his scrutinizing gaze.
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hyunsuks-beanie · 3 years
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Magenta Lilacs
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Han Jisung x reader; non idol AU; 1.5k words; super fluffy, mild crack
A/N: I've written a couple of rather angsty scenarios recently, and I figured I need a more fluff something now. And who better for a fluff than our quokka?
"How do I look?," you ask your best friend Seungmin as he helps you get dressed for your date with your crush, Han Jisung, later that evening.
You and Jisung have crushing on each other for almost a year now, and while it was painfully obvious to every single one of your friends, you two remained blissfully oblivious to the other's feelings. That is until Felix, your classmate and Jisung's best friend, locked you two in a broom closet, refusing to let you out until you kissed. The kiss was... memorable to say the least, being equal parts awkward and sweet. When Felix finally did let you out, Jisung shyly asked you out on a date. Nothing too fancy, just some coffee at the campus cafe. You guys have been hanging out frequently since that day, and today would be your fourth date. You're going to the yearly carnival, and you can't help but feel fireworks going off in your stomach at the thought of finally confessing your true feelings to Jisung, something that Seungmin has dared you to do tonight.
"If you're gonna go on your date looking like that, I'm afraid you won't be able to confess tonight, babe." You whip around at that, confused. "Because Hanji is gonna pass out as soon as he sees you," he smiles, before setting your hair properly. You shove him playfully, before saying, "I'm nervous, Minnie. What if he's not ready yet? What if the dates are just casual outings for him? What if I mess everything up?" "Hey hey hey," he says, grabbing your shoulder. "Take a deep breath. You're gonna be okay, and trust me. He's just as serious about these dates as you are. He'll be your boyfriend before midnight strikes tonight. And on that note, don't you dare stay out after midnight, young lady," your best friend says suddenly, with mock strictness, making you shake your head at his antics.
As if on cue, your doorbell rings, telling you that Jisung has arrived to pick you up. You hug Seungmin goodbye, and open the door, revealing Jisung standing there, looking gorgeous in a denim jacket with a plain white T-shirt. You catch yourself staring at him, and, once you step out of your trance, you notice that he's doing the same. You smile and snap your finger in front of him, making him scratch his neck in embarrassment. "You look really nice today, Ji," you smile. He replies, "You look very cute too, Y/N," making you blush. "Ready to go?," he asks. "Lead the way!," you say. You walk to the festival in comfortable silence, occasionally talking about random stuff. After a while, you notice that he slips his hand into yours, making you stop short. He stops too, and starts removing his hand from yours. You grip his hand tighter, while softly saying, "They fit together really well." He smiles at this, and you continue walking. Once there, you both drag each other towards different stalls that pique your interest. You bring him along to a shooting game, winning him a teddy bear. Jisung then brings you along to a flower shop, telling you about their meanings. "These magenta lilacs are my personal favourite," he tells you. "What do they mean?," you ask. "Love and passion," he says shyly. You bite your lip, just as the shop owner says, "Go on, buy them. These flowers are all the rage among young lovers these days, and you two sure make a cute pair." You both start blushing, before Jisung silently thanks the shop owner and buys a bouquet of the flowers. "Thank you, I really love them," you say. The two of you visit many other stalls. Laughing at the house of mirrors, sharing a single candyfloss, having a competition to see who can eat a plate of dumplings the fastest, you guy lose track of time, and soon enough, it's a quarter to twelve. "Let's go to the ferris wheel," you suggest, thinking back on the plan Seungmin had been feeding into your brain for the past two days. "That's funny, because I was just going to suggest the same thing," smiles Jisung. Unbeknownst to you, Felix had set him up to the exact same task that Seungmin had assigned you, with the both of them hoping that even if one of you chickens out, the other will end up confessing. With that, you get in line, and by the time it's five minutes to midnight, it's your turn to board the ride. You feel your hands shaking, but thankfully from nervousness for what's to come, but thankfully, Jisung takes your hand into his at exactly that moment, helping you relax. "What's the worse that could happen, right?," you mentally ask yourself. Your brain replies, "Oh nothing much, he could just reject you, giving you the most awkward five minutes of your life. Or, the ride could suddenly break down, killing you all." You scrunch your nose at the pessimistic thoughts, but don't have much time to ponder over them, as your ride starts. Two minutes to twelve, and you two are just sitting there in silence. This is the first time during the date that the silence has felt awkward, and it doesn't do much to ease your nerves. Once your watch strikes twelve, you turn to look at Jisung, only to find him already looking at you. "Ji, I have something-" "Y/N, I wanted to tell you-," you both start at the same time, causing the both of you to giggle. "You first," he says. "Okay, so here goes," you start, closing your eyes. "We've been on quite a few dates now, and I've really enjoyed the past month and a half of spending time with you. You're so smart, cool, funny, witty, sweet, soft, and every other good adjective, with just the right amount of loudness. I love hanging out with you, and spending time with you. Being with you makes me feel giddy inside, and I think I know what this feeling is," you open your eyes right before your big confession, but instead of your next line, you end up saying, "What?," with a confused expression. "What?," Jisung asks, tilting his head. "You're looking at me funny," you say, causing him to laugh nervously. "Oh, uhm, yeah, because I kind of, know
what you're gonna say next," he says, rubbing his neck. "You do? How?," you ask, with an even more confused expression. "Because I've been practicing the exact same lines for the past two days, minus the adjectives, of course. Because I had a different set of those ready," he says, shy all of a sudden. "Look, let me come clean," he continues, "I like you, a hell lot. And I've been trying to confess to you, so Felix created a plan for me to tell you how I feel, today at midnight. I was going to say the exact same things you said just now, and finish with a super smooth, 'A new day is just starting, so how about we make this the start of a new relationship for us, as well?,' but I guess you beat me to it." By the time he's done, you are staring at him with your mouth agape. "I was going to say the exact same thing too!! And it was Seungmin who suggested this to me," you exclaim. Just then, you both realize that your turn at the ferris wheel is over, and you get off the ride. After walking a few feet, Jisung stops you. "So, if you were going to say the same things, then does that mean you like me too?," he asks nervously. "Of course Hanji, is that even a question?," you giggle. "So what does that mean for us?," he asks with a smile. You give him a small hug, before whispering in his ear, "I guess I'm gonna start calling you my 'boyfriend' now." "I'd like that," he says, hugging you back, before taking your hand again. "In all honesty though, Seungmin and Felix are dead meat," you laugh, with him joining in.
Once the two of you stop laughing, you realize how close your faces are. You stare at him, eyes flicking from his eyes to his lips and back. This doesn't escape his notice, and he softly asks you, "Is it okay if I kiss you?," you simply nod, pressing your lips to his in a kiss that is equal parts soft and sweet. It is just like you had imagined. Your lips molded perfectly together, and he tasted like the candyfloss you had eaten earlier. You smile into the kiss, which makes his shoulders, that he didn't know were tense, relax. When you finally break away, he pulls you in for another hug, kissing your forehead softly.
"Should they be dead meet though? I feel like we should be thanking them for daring us to confess, or else I don't know how many more dates it would have taken. Although I admit, the dialog they came up with was way too cheesy," Jisung says. To this, you reply by snuggling into his chest even more. "Might as well be the reason why they don't have partners yet. But we'll think about them tomorrow. For now, you're all that's on my mind."
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iamunwellpotatoee · 2 years
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Sick or treating
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"Y/n chan!! Great timing! We've been looking for you the whole day!!" You looked away from your phone and saw two familiar girls approaching you
"Emma, Hina too!! It's nice to see you two!!" The two of them waved at you
"Hey, Hear me out y/n!! we're throwing a Halloween party tomorrow night!! Grandpa was in a good mood so he's letting us use his dojo! Isn't that great!!" Emma was practically jumping up and down from her excitement, hina doing the same.
"A party?? That's new, and your grandpa actually agreed?" You asked, and stood up as you put your hands behind your head.
"Yep! I figured we needed something like this, mikey rarely ever hangs out at home--" you and hina gave her a questioning look, wondering if that was really the reason.
"and y-you know, we can hang out with the guys!!" Emma protested, she obviously wanted to see draken wear something cute..
"I called hina last night and we started talking about Halloween, and it came down to this!" She giggled and clasped her hands
"I'm glad we both agree that this would be amazing!!" Hina and emma made a quick high five.
"Not only that, The best part is we get to wear silly costumes together!! This is so exciting<3!" Hina added as she went on with different costumes to wear,
You let out a long hum, Pondering if you had any plans for the following day, but as you didn't have anything else to do this week, why the hell not?
"You didn't even need to ask, I'm so down! Let's do this!" You let out a wide grin
"I already have a few images of the guys wearing cute outfits--"Hina quickly covered her mouth to stop herself from giggling.
"Mikey would look cute in a red riding hood outfit---"
"That would look hilarious! Why red riding hood though??"
"okay but can we pleaseeee dress up as chippettes??! That would be so cut---"
"No, anything but that y/n."
"o-okay-"
I mean, what could go wrong?
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"E-eh?! What do you mean by that?!
"I can't go. Mom said my cold won't go down if i keep going outside. God--- i hate this so muchhh" You sprawled onto your bed, letting out a sigh of disappointment, talking to both girls as they shared concern looks on their faces from your phone screen.
"For real?! What a bum. I even had a bunch of your favorite snacks in here." Emma pouted, as she showed poor y/n a few of the snacks she longingly craved.
"Please, I'm this close to sneaking out. Don't torture me with food." You let out a giggle as you faked a 'Cry'
" Kidding aside, you guys should start getting ready for tonight's party! Impress both of your man!" You cheered on, both girls blushed furiously.
"Are you sure y/n? We can just throw this party next week--?"
" I was already looking forward for us to wear this set of cute customes! Y/n!" Hina pouted
You sighed "Hina, Emma. I'm sorry---i know i promised that I'd go to the party but you guys can still go on without me!! I just think my mom would ground me for life if i keep nagging her."
"Well, you need to rest girl. Otherwise you'd be stuck in your bed forever" Emma raised her right hand and did a quick salute. Hina following after
You rolled your eyes, I guess they're both trying their best to..cheer you up??
"oh wait! Don't forget to the tell the boys! In any case they ever wonder where the hell i am."
"m'kay!!"
"Have fun!!" You sluggishly threw away your phone in the side as the call ended. You were supposed to enjoy tonight but your runny nose had to be a jerk and just---
A few minutes had gone by, you were just scrolling through TikTok, watching dumb videos to keep you entertained and (possibly distract yourself from the fact that your friends were having a blast while you, were bedridden.)
"Y/n, honey?" Your shoulders tensed as you heard a soft knock in your door.
"Yeah uhm, did you need something mom?" You whined from across the room, too lazy to get up from your bed.
She gave you a knowing grin, and cleared her throat.
"Takashi's here honey..." Your mom replied with a smile.
"oh crap! I forgot to text him!"
"U-uhm mom, I'll be down in a minute!"
You vaulted out of your bed, taking a quick glance at the mirror and fixing your hair. Nearly tripping as you rushed downstairs to see Takashi, sitting at your couch. He was dressed as a crazy scientist---
'He looks really good with glasses on.'
You quickly shrugged your head, looking at mitsuya, who was now also staring at you with his eyebrows raised.
"Babe...are you going to the party dressed in pajamas?" He stiffled a laugh
You glared at your boyfriend. "I'd gladly go with just my pajamas but no, I can't go. I'm sick" You sighed in frustration as you sat in the couch, maintaining distance because of your cold.
The lilac haired boy crossed his arms over his chest. "Did your mom tell you not to go?"
"Yeah.. I'm sorry , i forgot to text you about this." You turned to look at his lap, which had a spare helmet, the one you always use whenever he'd drive you home.
Taking a quick glance at the clock, gasping as it was almost 8pm. You turned to look back at your boyfriend.
"Kashi, it's almost 8.. The others are probably already wondering where the hell you are--"
"Do you want me to stay with you?" He inched closer, holding your hands and gave you the softest smile.
"What?" You let out a puzzled look.
"Kashi, look. I know you guys have been looking forward to this party. I mean, You've been texting me all day about your costume. I'm fine really, so go enjoy yourself" You gave him a fruity grin, drawing small circles around his hands.
He sighed. "You're right. I should get going, You need to rest darling, don't stay up late. And oh....don't lock your door" He raked a hand through his hair, and went on his way outside the door..not even saying goodbye?
You pouted, now you were really gonna spend Halloween alone, in your room.
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"Who's a good boy! You are!!" You let out a laugh as your dog continuously licked your hands. Atleast someone was willing to spend Halloween with you
"a-ahh not the face! You can't!" You turned your head away from your dog as he tried to pounce over you. Quickly wiping away your nose with tissues.
You sat up from your bed, "I should probably do something fun.." you puffed out your cheeks, grabbing your laptop as you sat comfortably in your bed. Furiously scrolling through Netflix, 'what the hell should i watch'
You glanced at your phone, it was already 8:50, your friends were probably already stuffing out their mouths with food. You chuckled at the thought of Mikey stealing Draken's pudding. Or Baji screaming at the top of his lungs while chifuyu tries to atleast stop him--
You let out a groan as you heard a knock from the door again, can't you just enjoy the night?
"Come in, mom!!" You sniffled, grabbing another tissue as you let out a loud sneeze.
Rubbing your nose, you grabbed your ever-so-fluffy blanket and snuggled up inside.
"Mind if i join you?" You froze as you heard someone from behind, you could swear that you just saw a random gleam of light
"K-kashi?! Why are you-- weren't you at the party?!"
Now staring at the lilac haired boy in front of you, he gave you a pat in the head
"Babe, You really think I'd let you celebrate Halloween alone? We needed snacks while watching some movies"
He raised both his hands, which was holding a blanket, and a bag full of snacks.
"Help me set up this blanket fort?" He says while extending his hand for you
"Kashi~~~(╥﹏╥)" You wailed as you held on to his extended arm.
He's literally the best boyfriend you could ask for.
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A total of 30 minutes was spent when the two of you decided to make a blanket fort in your room, stuffing a bunch of your teddy bears inside to make things cozier.
The two of you were snuggled inside your fluffy blanket, currently munching your (f/s) while mitsuya rested his head on your lap
"WHAT-- SHE'S LITERALLY CLOSE TO ESCAPING-- HOW did she even trip." You moaned in frustration, complaining as to why every main characters in horror movies are so dumb.
"That's how horror movies work, darling"
You continued to rake your fingers through his soft hair, blurting out a random question.
"Kashi?" You look down at him. He looks back up at you with a questioning look
"Yeah?"
"Did i ever tell you how much i love you?" You suddenly uttered, making the poor boy flustered and red.
"Wha- what's gotten into you.." He quickly grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers and smiles softly. " Well, let's hear it" He asks, now grinning.
"I was planning to just cry all evening because of my cold. But you suddenly came out of nowhere and offered to build a blanket fort." You chuckled
"But you know... That's the thing that i love the most about you. You make me feel special, The way you hold my hand whenever we walk together, or the way you smile whenever you reassure me that everything's fine, the way you get excited whenever i wear the clothes you sew for me. You even bring a spare hair tie in your hand because you know how much i lose things. No one's ever done that much for me.." You felt yourself getting red, so you had to stare at the side, completely avoiding Takashi's gaze up at you.
"Kashi. You're home to me." You felt your boyfriend grab both of your hands, as he sat up in front of you.
"Y/n"
"Yeah?"
"Can i kiss you?"
"I-i have a cold, so I don't kno-"
You were cut off as he inched closer, holding the back of your head, pinning you to the pillows as your lips intertwined. A few seconds passed and the two of you took turns to catch your breath.
"Y/n..you deserve all this.. I don't mind holding your hand as much as you want. I'll bring tons of hair ties-- I'll cook for you-- Hell, In 12 years, I'm willing to do more with you."
Your breath hitched at the thought of your boyfriend, Mitsuya wearing an apron, cooking breakfast as your children sits beside you eagerly waiting for their father to finish cooking.
"Then you'd spend a lifetime with me?" You let out a fruity grin.
"Gladly." He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss in your forehead.
~~~~~~Maybe catching a cold at Halloween wasn't a bad idea after all~~~~~~~
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(yep, Mitsuya definitely catched your cold. also, the guys weren't totally teasing him leaving the party in a rush after he grabbed a bunch of snacks 💀.) He was wearing the costume the whole time
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clairecrive · 3 years
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"Rock my world" - Sirius Black x reader
A/n: I was thinking of making this a series but idk, let me know what you think. The band in the picture, Maneskin, are my inspiration for the marauders' band music and aesthetic. Check them out cause they're really good. They're going to represent Italy at the next Eurovision contest.
Here's their Instagram and Spotify.
Tags: Muggle AU, so ofc no magic, no Hogwarts, Marauders in a rock band, no Peter but Regulus instead, jily
Warnings: none
Word count: 2.2K ish
Summary: When y/n finally agrees to check out this band that her best friend was always talking about, she's in for a pleasant surprise and one hell of a night.
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It had all started in the cheesiest and most cliscé of ways, really. Y/n had made a bet which had made you go out of your comfort zone that one night and for your bravery, you were rewarded with the most amazing boyfriend ever. It sounds like a story out of a rom-com or a romance novel, doesn't it? Well, yeah, it felt like a main character moment but, unlike what we see in those stories, it wasn't always fun and games.
But let's start from the beginning, shall we?
Y/n's best friend Jules had been nagging her about this rock band who was apparently the new sensation of the year according to her, for the longest time. So, one Friday night, when Jules had informed her that that very band was playing in a bar not very far from her workplace, she agreed to go for drinks there.
Worst case scenario, she thought, the music will be terrible but at least I get to tease Jules about it.
Still clothed in the floral dress she had chosen this morning, but adding a few glittery touches and graphic eyeliner to make her look more nighty, y/n headed towards said bar where Jules was already waiting for her.
"Finally," she huffed when y/n rounded the corner and entered her field of vision. 
"Sorry, it was my turn to close tonight," y/n shot her an apologetic smile before hooking their arms.
They made their way inside looking for a place to sit. The bar was already crowded but not in an unusual way. Maybe it was the hour or the fact that it was a weeknight, y/n didn't know but felt grateful that it wasn't packed. She really wasn't a fan of crowded places.
They got their drinks and caught up as they usually would about their week. They were almost finished when the band walked up the stage and music started playing. Even before the first note, one look at their outfits made clear what kind of music they were going to play. 
They had an interesting aesthetic, y/n had to admit. They wore the same colour but each member had their own style. The band was made up of four guys, the bassist had long straight hair and he looked a lot like the singer who instead had curly hair, the drummer had short curly light brown hair and y/n couldn't see what he was wearing past a black vest while the guitarist had black hair that was all over the place and wore glasses. 
They had an androgynous aesthetic, each of them with beautiful makeup in tones of black and grey and the ones y/n could see clearly were wearing a sort of body. They looked stunning. Y/n had decided she liked them based on this alone. She had to admire anyone who had the guts to express themselves freely especially when it was in such an open and unapologetic way of going against gender norms.
After half an hour, the music stopped and after the singer wished everyone goodnight and they all climbed down. As she expected, they played rock music ranging from soft rock edging pop to hard rock that made her think a lot of ACDC. Y/n wasn't an expert in music but she had liked what she heard and wouldn't mind listening more from them. She was sure that she was going to catch some of their songs on the radio in the future. 
However, Jules picked up the conversation where they had left it before the concert and decided that it was the time where she'd complain about her recent love interest. Each of their weekly meetings had one of this moment. Unfortunately, it looked like Jules didn't have a lot of luck when it came to guys. And as it always would, she wondered if she was the problem asking y/n if the reason every one of her relationships failed because she was unlovable. As if.
"That's not true, I truly believe that you can learn to love anyone. Lest you get to know them, of course."
"Of course you'd say something like that."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"If you truly believe that, then you're not going to say no to this." Jules wriggles her eyebrows suggestively and y/n knew that the night is either about to become very interesting or about to go very wrong.
"The expression on your face is telling me that I should definitely say no to what you're about to say."
"Oh c'mon, it's just an innocent dare. Nothing too crazy, I promise."
"Which is?"
"You see that guy leaning on the bar? Long black hair with the black leather jacket?" Y/n turned around indulging her friend and eventually spotted the guy she was talking about. She took her time to look at him until she realized something that made her whip around to face Jules again.
"You mean the singer of the band?" y/n asked incredulously.
"Isn't he handsome?" Jules smiled wide completely ignoring the look y/n was giving her already knowing what was going through her friends' mind. "I want you to go to him and ask him out."
"What?" 
"C'mon", Jules complained reaching out to y/n over the table, "didn't you say that it was possible to love anyone? Can't you see yourself loving him?"
"That's not the point," y/n exclaimed still not believing that her friend was suggesting something so outrageous. "Can you see him loving me?" Because that man over there had "heart breaker" spelt all over him. And okay, y/n had to admit that this was a rush judgment she was making and it wasn't exactly fair but there was no way that a guy like him could be interested in a girl like her.
And yes, we could stay here and discuss all the reasons why that statement is wrong but still, if she were to put herself out there -something that was not like her at all- she wasn't going to go over someone so out of reach for her. And that was that.
"Listen, do you remember that video you sent me the other day?" Jules squared her shoulders, now looking fully serious at y/n. Unfortunately, y/n did remember the video Jules was talking about. She would have never guessed it would come back and bit her in the ass otherwise she'd never sent it.
Sighing, y/n looked down at the drink in her hands and thought about it. The video basically encouraged the viewer to go up to what they believed was the most beautiful person in the room and tell them exactly that. It may sound a little silly but at the time y/n had appreciated the sentiment. Going out of one's comfort zone. Challenging yourself. Because, what was the worst that could happen? That person shotting you down? That didn't sound life-threatening. Now though, y/n wasn't so sure. 
"Worst case scenario, just tell him I'm calling you and head back here." Jules offered, almost as if she could tell exactly what her best friend was thinking.
Looking at her best friend, something snapped in her. Jules was right. What's the worst that could happen? She already knew that the guy was going to shoot her down. She was prepared. It was a dare, a silly thing that could give her a story to tell to her nephews one day. 
What the hell, y/n thought squaring her shoulders. 
"You know what?" she downed the rest of her drink and got up from her seat, "I'm doing it." Looking in the reflection of the tissue box on the table to check how she looked, she fixed her smudged lipstick and ruffed her hair before nodding solemnly at Jules and turned around.
As she made her way to the bar, she could hear Jules cheering on her fueling her sudden confidence. 
The man of the hour was there where she saw him last. Her steps faltered as she realized that she had no idea how to approach him. What was she going to say? Oh my god, she was totally going to make a fool of herself. If she was not going to die for his rejection, she sure is going to die of embarrassment. 
She was almost about to turn around and abort the mission when his eyes met hers.
Well, fuck. There was no way she was going to back down now.
She regained her confidence and smiled at him while closing the distance between them. She smiled at him. Who was she? Did someone drug her drink?
He smiled back at her, turning so that he'd be facing her once she reached him and she almost stopped to pinch herself to see if she was hallucinating or something.
"Hey," she said once she stood in front of him. Good, she thought, let's start with something simple.
"Hi," he smiled back at her.  
Okay, okay, it's going good, isn't it? He hasn't ignored me, that must mean something, right? Yes, that he wasn't a rude asshole was her sobering thought.
"So," y/n started trying to take to time while she figured what to say, "I saw a video the other day," was what she ended up with. 
The handsome stranger lifted his eyebrows in amusement and took a sip of his beer. Y/n took that as a "go on then".
"There was this woman that basically dared anyone watching to go up to the person who they thought was the most beautiful person in the room and tell them exactly that." Well, let's just get it out of the way, I guess, she thought. "So, here I am," she added as if it wasn't clear enough.
However, as she saw the man's smile widen, y/n suddenly realized how really screwed she was. This man was way out of her league.
"Well, now that I'm here, I should also mention that you've really good at what you do too." 
"Not to sound rude or anything," he spoke for the first time that evening and y/n had already decided that he had been the gods' favourite in another life before he opened his mouth but now? as he heard his low and raspy voice? she was sure he had been at least a demi-god, "did you lost a bet or something?" he asked, his grey eyes boring into hers like he was looking into her soul.  
Who was this guy? and why was she feeling like this? Get a grip, y/n, she scolded herself.
"Is it that obvious?" y/n's shoulders slouched as some of the tension left them, a nervous laugh leaving her mouth. 
"I saw you downing your drink like it was some kind of bravery potion before you came here," he explained with a light scroll of his shoulders. "Not that I mind though," he added with what should be an illegal smirk. Smug.
"Yeah, I'm sure you've heard it countless time only tonight." Let's joke on it, she thought, there's still a chance I can come clean out of this mess. 
He chuckled and, not leaving her eyes, he slipped a hand through his loose hair pushing it back. "I meant that if you hadn't come I would probably found an excuse to come up to you too." He leaned back onto the bar looking completely unbothered, not as if he had said something that made her feel on fire. 
"Looks like I've to thank your friend for my luck." Looking over your shoulder, he held one of his hands up and lightly waving at Jules, y/n figured.
"Yeah, let's not tell her that or I will never hear the end of it." Rolling her eyes, y/n also leaned on her arm resting on the bar next to him. Whether it was the fact that all the cards were on the table or that what he said meant that he had to somewhat like her, she felt more relaxed than a couple of minutes ago.
"Before I make this solemn oath, I think it would be appropriate to know your name, don't you think?"
"It's y/n," she held her hand up for him to shake. However, he had something else in mind since when he took hold of her hand he turned it and held it up to his lips to leave a soft kiss on it. Y/n  almost rolled her eyes at the gesture if it wasn't for his eyes. They didn't move from hers and she found that she didn't want to stop looking at him. Like she was in a trance. Yes, he was handsome, even more so up close, so of course he was nice to look at but that wasn't why. It's the way his eyes glimmered as they watched her, the gentleness with which he was holding her hand, the softness of his lips on her skin. What would they feel like on her lips, she wondered.
"I'm Sirius." 
And that's how it all started. A silly video sent almost automatically to her best friend and an outrageous bet made y/n's night definitely interesting. To her luck though, Sirius became a permanent presence and not a one-night sensation.
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Tagging: @seldomabsent
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resonating-kitty · 3 years
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Dreambur's turn. Here you go Anon! :D
They escaped the prison. Techno did as he promised, he came back with Phil and they busted Dream out. The prison’s alarms were rendered useless, the warden and guards unsuspecting that the quarry they were guarding was no longer there.
They had run, leaving the main area of the Dream SMP behind for the quieter, colder arctic tundra. A bleeding Dream was ushered into Techno’s cabin where Phil started to tend to his wounds.
The commotion woke a sleeping Wilbur, who was curious as to what his father and Technoblade were up to in the middle of the night. Curiously, he went to investigate. He pushed open the door to Techno’s cabin, pausing at the sight. Techno stood at the ready while Phil was knelt beside another figure. Wilbur’s brows furrowed in slight confusion before his mind clicked with recognition and his eyes widened in surprise and shock. Dream. It was Dream. Dream, who was looking broken and was bleeding all over the floor.
The last time he’d seen Dream, on the train as Dream shoved Ghostbur onto the landing and held the door for him, Dream hadn’t looked any different than he remembered. Perhaps limbo kept him from seeing Dream of the present and just projected an image that his brain knew?
“Dream?” It fell from his lips, unbelieving questioning. It was immediately followed by, “What the hell? What happened?”
Technoblade remained silence, focusing on his task of handing Phil supplies when Phil held his hand out for it. Dream didn't even look like he could talk if he wanted. Wilbur looked expectantly at his father, who sighed.
“The prison isn’t as much a prison these days as it is a torture chamber,” Phil explained from where he was still applying bandages. He paused when he touched something sensitive and Dream flinched slightly, looking up with a soft, “Sorry mate.”
“Who?” Fury burned hot through Wilbur’s blood. How could anyone treat someone like this? What had happened after he was killed?
“S-Sam and Quackity, they-” Dream’s voice was raspy from misuse and he couldn’t get past four words before he was coughing violently.
"Easy mate," Phil ordered while Techno retreated and returned with a cup of water. Dream drank it gratefully, if not greedily. "Slowly," Phil urged, "Slowly Dream or you're going to be sick."
Wilbur stood, feeling very much like he was watching from far away rather than in the same room. Rage boiled his blood, so much that his vision was tinged red.
"Technoblade," his voice was eerily calm. His dark eyes holding a deadly promise as he addressed the hulking piglin, "Do you have a spare sword?"
"Now hold on a minute," Phil interrupted, pushing himself to his feet to face Wilbur, "Why do you need a sword?"
"You know bloody well why," Wilbur snapped, "Someone has to bloody well do something about this. Stop this. Bloody torture Phil! That's inexcusable!"
"I don't like it any more than you do," Phil said, calmly. He was always so calm. Didn't he understand the severity of the situation? Must he always have a level head? "But," Wilbur tensed as Phil stepped toward him, "there are ways of dealing with things and we can't just go in swords at the ready. I just got you back Wil, I will not risk losing you again."
"You think I will fail." An accusation, harsh and cruel and Wilbur ignores the hurt that flashes in his father's eyes. He ignores Technoblade's warning growl.
"If you go in as you are now, then you will."
Phil's word are like a slap to his face. A bucket of cold harsh reality. Wilbur whirls around and storms from Technoblade's cabin. The door slammed behind him. He retreats to Phil's cabin, to his room in the loft.
Hours pass.
He's out on the balcony, a third cigarette burning between his lips when Dream finds him. He doesn't turn around at the sound of unfamiliar footsteps approached him.
"Did they send you to calm the crazy man?" Wilbur asked bitterly, removing the cigarette and blowing smoke into the cool night air.
"No," Dream's voice is soft and gravelly as he settled himself next to Wilbur and leaned against the wooden rail.
Wilbur turned his head. Dream looked cleaner, still a mess. His mask was gone. He was swamped in a thick black hoodie - must've been a spare Techno had lying around. The hood was pulled up but it did little to hide his face. He didn't seem bothered as Wilbur stared, taking in the scars and bruising.
"They hurt you, didn't they?" The question fell unbidden from Wilbur's lips and he immediately regretted it. He flinched, averting his gaze. "Sorry."
He expected Dream to leave, return to Techno's house. He didn't expect Dream to move closer or to reach out for his cigarette. Dark eyes watch as Dream lifts the cigarette to his lips and takes a draw.
"They did," Dream admits after a minute, gazing out over the landscape. "Quackity did. Every day for months. He wanted the revive book at first. Then he just did it to do it. He liked it."
"I always had a feeling about Quackity. His ambition for power. That's why I didn't let him in L'Manburg." Wilbur sighed, leaning heavily on the railing. Dream hummed.
They stood, side by side. Dream finished the cigarette and Wilbur silently handed him another and struck his lighter.
"Thank you," Dream muttered after a while, catching Wilbur off guard.
"For what?" He asked, confused.
"Caring." Dream said simply with a shrug, "So many people on this server think of me as the bad guy. I'm glad that you don't."
"How could I hate you? You saved me from limbo. All those years I was wasting away at that train station. You came in like a knight and pulled me from that hell." Wilbur's honesty seemed to take Dream by surprise. Wilbur stepped forward, closing the distance between them. He reached up, slowly as to not startle Dream and give him time to pull away. Dream stayed still and Wilbur slowly cupped the side of his cheek, his thumb brushing gently across the bruised skin.
The distance closed between them. Wilbur's not sure if he moved or Dream did but they're lips locked in a gentle kiss. When they parted Dream was swaying on his feet.
Wilbur slid his arm around his waist, supporting him. "Come one," He muttered, "Let's get you back to Techno's cabin. I'm sure he has a place made up for you by now."
"I told Phil I would stay with you." Dream said and Wilbur laughed.
"And how did he take that?"
"He said he would stay with Techno tonight." Dream smiled and this time Wilbur could see the gleam in his bright green eyes as his fingers tangled in Wilbur's hair and pulled him back down.
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sharkbait77 · 3 years
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The Singer (Marcus Pike x f!reader)
Chapter Three
Warnings: Mention of food/alcohol, language, pure fluffy fluffiness (I'm such a softie I'm sorry 😭)
W/C: 4.2k
A/N: Notes at the bottom! And I'm running out of gifs to use of scruffy faced Marcus. I'm gonna have to shave him soon 👀 I hope you enjoy our soft boi in this chapter! 🥰
Just as a reference if you need help understanding the different formats:
«Phone conversation on their end»
Thoughts
Text messages
Song mentioned:
Chapter Two | Chapter Four
The Singer Masterlist
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Gif by me! Yes it's Teresa but it still fits & I only care that it's his hand lol
«Oh my god, I'm melting!» Celina yells in her phone enthusiastically. You giggle as you wait for her eagerness to calm down.
You had barely taken your shoes and jacket off after getting inside your apartment when you immediately dialed up Celina's number to tell her about the night. You feel like you're having an out of body experience. Sure, your heart is still guarded and unfortunately, you'll most likely have your doubts throughout the relationship, but you truly feel like this could go somewhere. You want to give yourself that chance and allow Marcus to help heal your heart, maybe doing the same for him in return.
"So he's picking me up on Saturday and I'm freaking out a little," you say and chew on the skin around your nail beds.
«Why? Don't be! Just treat it like how you did tonight!» She encourages.
"But it's a legitimate date this time, I have to do my hair and makeup perfectly and find the perfect outfit and-"
«Girl, have you seen your closet? You have nothing but perfect outfits!» She teases and you chuckle, lowering your fingers from your mouth.
«You don't need to try to be perfect hun, just be yourself! Be the girl he has already seen in front of him.» You smile at her heartfelt words. «I bet he's already in love with you!»
"Okay, you're not helping!" You laugh, placing your hand on your forehead. "I'll talk to you later, I'm going to try and get some sleep. I'll probably be calling you on Saturday so I can freak out some more."
You say your goodbyes and hang up, sinking yourself into your couch and smiling widely. Your head is buzzing from a sugar rush, but you can't tell if it's because of the pancakes or because of Marcus. You walk to the kitchen to make some sleepytime tea, hoping it'll relax your nerves enough for you to get some shut eye.
* * * *
You take a shower and climb into your comfy pajamas and the tea works its magic as you relax on your plush bed, surrounding yourself with pillows and your soft blanket enveloping you in warmth. Your eyes get heavy and you feel yourself on the brink of sleep when you hear your phone vibrate on the nightstand. You try to ignore it, but it vibrates again and you figure it's Celina probably sending you a funny video. Your curiosity gets the better of you and you reach over to grab your phone, the brightness from the screen stinging your eyes from the time they had adjusted to the darkness. You blink a few times until you can see the screen clearly.
555-9057: Hi Dulce :)
555-9057: Made it home. I had a great time :)
You bite your lip and smile at the messages on your lock screen, heat flashing through your head seeing him call you the nickname you gave yourself in his phone. And just like that, you're wide awake again. You unlock your phone and before you can type a reply, he sends another message.
555-9057: It's Marcus btw
Marcus groans to himself as he sends that last message. What the hell was that? Of course she knows it's you. Dumbass. He watches the screen and holds his breath when he sees the text bubbles pop up and he waits nervously for your reply.
Dulce💋: I'm glad you specified! Right after you dropped me off another guy took me out for dulce de leche pancakes and I also penned myself as Dulce in his phone 🤭
He chuckles out loud in the quiet atmosphere of his apartment, the sound bouncing against the walls and reverberating around the living room. Damn, she's good.
555-9057: Okay okay you got me, don't have to be so mean :P
So he's a classic emoji kind of guy, you smile as you make a note and file it in the little 'Marcus Pike' folder in your brain. You hit his phone number and tap the plus symbol to make a new contact in your phone. For some reason, you find yourself struggling as you try to figure out what to put his contact name as.
Agent Cutie
Nope, delete.
Agent Pike
What are you, his secretary? Delete delete.
Marcus
Should I put an emoji? Which one? Can't be a heart. You are seriously overthinking this.
Marcus Pike
Yeah, okay. I guess.
Me: Why did it take so long to get home? Do you live far?
Marcus Pike: It was about 30 min from your place :) not too bad
Thirty minutes?! Great, now I feel bad.
Dulce💋: Wth if I had known I wouldn't have let you drop me off! 🙄
Me: Don't worry about it! I was more than happy to ;)
Shit shit shit I didn't mean the wink! Why are they right next to each other?! Do I say something? Oh god, way to go, you ruined it.
Dulce💋: Then I'll give you gas money!
Marcus takes a breath of relief when he sees that you sidestepped his accidental wink emoji. After he catches his breath, his phone chimes again.
Dulce💋: And I won't take no for an answer 😉
Okay, there's no way she sent that by accident. Is she flirting with me? Do I flirt back? Why are my hands so sweaty?
Dulce💋: It's time for bed, those pancakes made me sleepy 😴 good night Marcus ☺️ See you Saturday!
Marcus smiles to himself and he anticipates seeing you on Saturday. He sends you another text and walks to his restroom to take a quick shower before climbing in bed.
Marcus Pike: Can't wait :) good night!
There's no way you can sleep now, but you said good night for his sake; he had a long day at work, plus he took you out and then had a long drive home. You know he must be tired. Your heart races as you scroll through your short text conversation, rereading the messages and giggling softly.
Did he mean to wink? It was probably an accident, considering he types out emojis instead of using the newer, more convenient ones. You just couldn't help but send one back, though; hiding behind the screen helped you to flirt openly with him. You roll onto your side to face the TV on your dresser, turning on a true crime documentary and letting it eventually lull you to sleep.
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Saturday comes around quickly, much to your delight, but as you wander around your room looking at the many outfits you laid out on your bed, your dresser, even on your couch, the nerves set in fast. You pray to whoever’s listening that you don’t seize up when Marcus picks you up. Which is in fifteen minutes. You already have your hair and makeup done, all you need is to pick an outfit. Simple in theory. Just pick one! You chew your lip nervously out of habit before stopping as soon as you realize you probably just messed up the red lipstick you had applied earlier.
You rush to the bathroom mirror and sure enough, there's a bare spot on your bottom lip and the lipstick has transferred to your front teeth. You groan in frustration and grab a makeup wipe to carefully remove the ruined lipstick and you brush your teeth again until it's all gone. You reapply the same shade of red, pleasantly surprised with yourself that it came out better than the first time. You take a deep breath and try to calm down, telling yourself that the first outfit you land your eyes on will be the one you wear. You count down from three in your head and enter your bedroom.
Okay, maybe not that one. You decide to close your eyes and try again. When you open your eyes, they land on a different outfit. Not that one either. You sigh harshly through your nose. Why is this so hard? You walk over to your nearly empty closet for the umpteenth time and your eyes catch on to a dress hidden in the corner that you had surprisingly missed before. This one.
It's a spaghetti strapped, black, bodycon dress with a lace overlay, flowers printed on the fabric throughout. It hugs your body in all the right places, reaching down to your knees, and you take a look in the floor length mirror next to your dresser as you put on your black, open-toed heels, smiling brightly as you feel confidence shooting through your veins.
Adrenaline gets mixed in as soon as you hear a knock on your door. Five on the dot. You grab your black cardigan and purse off the couch and open the door, your breath taken away by the handsome man in front of you. He's carrying a box of chocolates and it fumbles in his hands, nearly falling once his wide eyes see you. He looks at you from head to toe, making your heart race as you feel heat rushing over your body in line with his gaze and you shift your weight from side to side anxiously.
"Wow," he says breathlessly, unable to say anything afterwards.
"Wow yourself," you smile, looking over his own outfit: a navy blue suit and a black, button up shirt underneath, paired with black dress shoes. He slicked his hair back and cleaned up his beard slightly. He really is a gorgeous man.
"Uh," he stutters and glances to the box in his unknowingly tight grasp. "These are for you," he smiles shyly as he hands you the chocolates.
"Thank you," you say, giggling at the indents his fingers made on the sides of the box and you turn around to leave them on your entryway table.
You turn back to face him and see his eyes look up quickly and you wonder if you just caught him staring at your bottom. Your suspicion is confirmed when his cheeks flush pink. You laugh softly and he holds his arm out to you.
"Ready?" He asks and you can hear the nervousness in his voice.
You nod and link your arm in his, letting him help you down the stairs. You're starting to love the way his arm hugs yours as you walk and the warmth of his body mixing with yours. Your footsteps even sync up together in a slow cadence. He walks you to his car, letting you hold your weight with his arm as you slowly lower in the seat, your movement restricted by your tight dress and high heels.
You thank him once you're seated, buckling your seatbelt, and he walks to his side, sitting down and starting the car. You notice the radio is on this time, playing at a low volume, and you think to yourself that he probably only forgot to turn it on last time.
The aura is tense in the car, both of your nervous energies dancing in the air together to the music. You try to think of something to say, resorting to looking through your mental file of basic conversation starters. The weather? No, too basic. Say something about the music. No-
"You look really beautiful," Marcus finally breaks the silence. Your head snaps up to look in his direction and you share a smile, thanking him and returning the compliment.
He takes his eyes off the road for a couple of seconds to look at you with a soft smile and turns his attention back to driving straight. He would keep his eyes on you if he could, but he'd rather not get into a car accident and ruin the night. So he just waits patiently until the next moment he can steal a glance. He takes a peek at you while you're stuck at a red light and he sees you picking at your cuticles nervously. He rubs his clammy palm on his pant leg, hoping to dry up any sweat present as much as possible. Before he can think twice about it, he reaches his hand over to grab yours.
Your heart jumps in your throat from the action and you look down in shock at his large hand covering yours completely. The blood rushes to your cheeks; his hand is rough from work, but soft and gentle enough that it's not uncomfortable. And warm. So warm. You stop picking your cuticles immediately, now memorizing the fine wrinkles in his hand and the ridges on his knuckles.
"Are you okay?" He asks, not moving his hand from your lap as he starts driving again.
"Yeah," your voice makes an embarrassing harmony, splitting in two different octaves from disuse. You swallow some saliva to lubricate your vocal cords and try speaking again.
"I'm just a little nervous," you admit.
His hand is still resting on top of yours; you're not sure if you should open your hand up to face your palms together and hold his hand as well. Alas, you take too long to make a decision and he pulls his hand away to grasp the steering wheel, bracing for a left turn.
"Please don't be nervous," he smiles with his pearly white teeth and it only makes you more nervous. How is he this handsome?
"It's just me," he adds as he pulls up to the restaurant, putting the car in park and removing the key from the ignition.
"'Just you'?" You quote him inquisitively. He nods and you shake your head with a small chuckle.
"What?" He chuckles with you.
"It's not 'just you' though, is it?" You reply softly.
You wonder if he's uncertain of himself and his ability to make women — i.e. you — weak in the knees. He seems oblivious to it and it makes him all the more charming to you. You see his eyebrows furrow and before he can ask what you mean, you turn to open the car door.
"Wait," he tells you, rushing out of his seat and over to you to help you out.
You wanted to manage it yourself, but you know you must look ridiculous with how bad you're struggling to get out of the car. He chuckles at the sight once he's on your side and he holds his arm out. You hold onto his forearm tightly and pull yourself upward as he lifts you as well until you're firmly planted on your feet.
"Maybe this dress wasn't a good idea after all," you giggle.
"I think it was," he flirts and you look away as you smile shyly.
You walk together up the steps to the front of the restaurant and Marcus apologizes for not warning you about the stairs. You tell him not to worry and though you can feel the ache in the arches and heels of your feet, you don't complain. He holds the door open for you and you walk in, your eyes instantly catching on the glimmering, crystal chandelier hanging in the waiting area. The lights are dimmed in an amber glow and there are pillars with intricate carvings and vines wrapped around the stone throughout the entirety of the establishment.
You gasp to yourself; this place must be expensive. How did you go from pancakes at grandma's house to a fancy, Italian restaurant like this? Your ears catch the sounds of a violin, but it's too close to just be playing from a speaker. Sure enough, you look further into the restaurant and see a man in a suit playing a violin. A live violinist?! Marcus joins your side again and notices the look of astonishment on your face.
"What's wrong?" He asks and you jerk your head to look at him, not even realizing he was standing next to you.
"Marcus, this looks like it's going to be really expensive."
You whisper in his ear so you don't offend any of the staff members and the height from your heels allows you to reach his head a little better now. The hot breath from your mouth tickles his ear and a bolt of arousal shoots down his spine. He laughs it off and leans his mouth to your ear in return.
"I like to make a fuss," he says, the deep tone of his voice giving you goosebumps. "Don't worry about it," he says in his normal tone as he stands up straight again.
The maître d' greets you two as you walk up to the host stand and Marcus gives the man his name for the reservation. The maître d' informs Marcus the table is not quite ready yet, adding that you're welcome to wait at the bar. Marcus looks at you to get your opinion; you say yes and Marcus lightly places his hand on the middle of your back, guiding you as you walk over to the bar top together. You take a seat in the soft barstool; it's easier to sit on since it's basically at standing height. Marcus removes his hand from your back to take a seat, his fingers gliding against the delicate lace of your dress across your spine and you shudder. Thankfully, it goes unnoticed.
The back of the bar is riddled with an assortment of different liquors, both American and Italian, and they're resting on lit up shelves. You look at the drink menu and your mouth opens in horror at the prices listed. This is definitely too much money. The bartender comes your way and Marcus orders a campari and grapefruit juice, immersing himself fully in the Italian culture. You say you'll stick with water and excuse it as you not feeling like drinking tonight. Marcus doesn't question it further.
The two of you comment on the decor of the restaurant, mainly the paintings hanging on the walls, and you mention that you love the lilies resting in the painted, ceramic vases and Marcus takes note of that fact. A waitress walks up to you and Marcus to let you know your table is ready and he finishes the last of his drink and stands, offering you his hand this time instead of his arm. You smile as you take it, your heart thumping in your chest as you let him guide you while you both follow the waitress.
The restaurant is bustling; heavy sounds of conversation and cutlery clinking on plates as you walk through what seems the entirety of the restaurant until the waitress leads you to a small, private patio. A round table is seated there, covered by a red tablecloth and adorned with a single, tall candlestick, burning a light glow. There's a cylindrical basket full of bread sticks and two water glasses, condensation running along the sides and onto the cloth. Marcus pulls your chair out for you, helping you to sit and scooting you in and sits down across from you. You hang your cardigan and purse on the back of your chair and take the menu the waitress is holding out to you.
You both thank her and she leaves, stating she'll be back soon to take your order. You marvel at the privacy Marcus planned for you two and you take a sip of your ice cold water, reveling in the relief washing through your dry throat. You flip open your menu; the options are minimal and are all expensive. You immediately scan for the cheapest dish: a $30 plate of chicken cacciatore. You feel guilty; you never want Marcus to break his bank trying to take you on a date. You glance at him and wonder why he would do all of this just for you. Did he really think you were that special?
You find yourself missing that little pancake diner and the time you shared there. There, you only felt the budding emotions consistent with a high school crush, but in this moment now, it's real life and mature adult feelings and you feel it much stronger in this environment. Marcus senses your mood change and leans forward to ask if you're okay, but he's interrupted by the waitress. You order the 'cheap' chicken cacciatore and he orders the tajarin al tartufo. Whatever that is.
"Why did you order the cheapest dish?" Marcus asks once the waitress leaves.
"Because I wanted to," you give him a sly smile to convince him otherwise, but he sees right through you, giving you a look of disbelief. You sigh.
"Because Marcus, it's too much money," you say sadly. "I mean, how much was it to get this private patio set up?"
"That's not important to me," he shakes his head. "This is our first proper date and I wanted to make it special."
Damn it. Why is he so thoughtful? And so damn cute?
"It's not that I don't appreciate it, I'm blown away by this, but I'm just... I'm not used to it," you pull your lips into your mouth slightly, mindful of your lipstick.
"Is that why you didn't order a drink?" He asks. You give him a lopsided frown and shrug your shoulders, your expression answering him instead of your words. He sighs and tilts his head to the side.
"I don't want you to worry about how much everything costs when you're with me; let me spoil you. You deserve it."
Let me spoil you. You deserve it. His words float around in your head, your eyes filling with fondness at the thought. You didn't think you deserved to be spoiled; your ex made sure of that much. It's exhilarating to say the least; this man you barely know ready to do anything for you at any time. But you like it, and you think in time, you could learn to love it. Learn to love him. You blink wildly and you inconspicuously shake your head at that last thought.
It was definitely way too soon to be thinking like that and it scared you that it entered your mind at all. It must be the ambiance of the restaurant. You think about how you should protect yourself in case this takes a wrong turn and you debate on placing that in the priority spot in your mind. Marcus can see you fighting your own thoughts and he tries to lighten the mood.
"I also might be trying to impress you for real now," he smiles.
You chuckle and shake your head. Marcus thinks to himself how beautiful you look under the moonlight that's shining through the glass awning above your heads, face lit up by the glowing candle. He can't stop his mouth from saying what he wants to say, not in this romantic atmosphere.
"I think you're a wonderful, beautiful woman and... I really like you," he adds, reaching across the table for your hand and you let him hold it, tangling your fingers with his.
You're positive he can feel your pulse through your fingers or hear your heart pounding, the blood whooshing in your ears muffling any other sounds from coming in. As much as you want to protect yourself, the look in his eyes only draws you in and you can't hide the truth from him or yourself, your confession spoken out loud for the first time for you both.
"I like you, too, Marcus." He smiles happily at you.
There must be something in the water here.
"Do you think it would be okay to keep this up?" He asks, meaning the dates, and you can't stop your head from nodding yes and you give him a sweet smile.
Marcus lets go of your hand, letting his rest in front of him and you take a deep breath, trying to shake your nerves from the exchange that just took place between you. You grab a bread stick and attempt to take a small bite; you and Marcus laugh together as your small bite accidentally turns into a big one, the stick breaking in the wrong place and leaving a large chunk of bread hanging from your mouth. Of course, leave it to something awkward happening to you to break the tension. But anything to see his face come together in joyous laughter.
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"Thank you again Marcus, that was actually very delicious," you say while Marcus begins the drive back to your apartment. "I see why it was so expensive." He hums in agreement; his smile hasn't left his face since the restaurant.
You listen closely to the new song that comes on the radio, trying to make out the tune until it gets louder and you realize it's "At Last" by Etta James.
"I love this song," you say under your breath. Marcus hears you and turns up the volume slightly, earning a bright smile from you. You look back out the window and sing the lyrics softly.
At last, my love has come along,
My lonely days are over
And life is like a song.
Marcus's heart races as he listens to the lyrics being sung by you and they hit a little too close to his heart. You don't realize at first the meaning behind them, only enjoying singing along.
At last, the skies above are blue
My heart was wrapped up in clover,
The night I looked at you.
You now realize the words are identical to how you feel. You wonder if you're falling too fast for Marcus. This was only your second date and there is still so much to learn about each other. You have a whole past to open up about, which will be a defining moment for your relationship. But as you look over at Marcus and you feel the tender organ in your chest beating fast, you think to yourself that it can't get much better than this. What's the harm in trying?
Chapter Two | Chapter Four
The Singer Masterlist
A/N: Okay just wanted to explain what Marcus ordered if you're interested! *DESCRIPTION OF FOOD/ALCOHOL COMING UP* I'm not an expert so correct me if I'm wrong! According to Google:
Campari is an Italian bitters made of fruit & herbs & you usually mix it with juice or club soda (hardcore Italians drink it straight up) & it's a pre-meal drink
Tajarin al tartufo is an egg pasta, made with more egg whites than traditional egg pastas, & topped with white truffle. Idk it sounded fancy & expensive 😂
Also, here's their outfit inspos! Just a couple of things I described differently like his shirt being black & her dress having lace instead of mesh.
Ofc Marcus in this suit 🥵 I copied the description lol
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Band queen x ghost!reader a night at the opera
Notes : Reader is a ghost from the late 1890s she was found dead in her dressing room after a show where she sung a opera and played the piano, in the early 70s during the begining days of queen the band is practicing in the opera hall where there will be a show (they play songs from the album night at the opera) later that night and the reader is curious what that beautyfull sound is thats coming from the stage. Takes place at the royal opera house in london.
This might suck sorry guys but enjoy reading anyway
This isnt recorded its just for a story i hope you guys enjoy reading
Warnings : non
Words : 1347
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(Gif isnt mine)
"So Freddie tell me why are we here?" Asked Brian as he caried his guitar
"Well you see our concert will be given here"
"But why at the royal opera house?" asked roger a little bit anoyed
"Because of our album a night at the opera, don't tell me you don't find it the right setting for it rog"
"I find it a good idea" John said while walking up to the door and opening it
"Tonight there will be an concert given here i always wanted to do something like this" (this is not recorded its just a story)
"Hello you guys must be queen" im Eric the owner of the building (I made that up)
"Hello Eric, yes you got that corect"
"So you will be preforming here tonight, thats something Difrent usaly we only have clasical music playing here" he said while walking them to the opera grandeur (hope i got that corect)
"Changes have to be made somethimes" said Freddie as he walked up on the stage "how many people can fit in here?"
"About 2.256"
"Alright Good to know that"
"You guys can park your van in the back and acses your instruments from there, any other Question?"
"No but if we do we let you know thank you"
"You're welcome and good luck"
"Alright let us get our stuff set up" Brian said as he walked trough the back door "
Once everything was set up And all the instruments were tuned they started to practice"
Roger picked up his drum sticks "Alright wich song first fred?"
"How about sweet lady?"
"Sure why not"
"Alright lets start"
🎶Ooh, I like it
You call me up and treat me like a dog
You call me up and tear me up inside
You've got me on a lead
You bring me down, you shout around
You don't believe that I'm alone
Ooh, you don't believe me
Sweet lady
Sweet lady
Sweet lady (sweet lady)
Ooh, stay sweet🎶
As the music played trough the opera hall unknown to them somone had heared them play,
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at the top of the third row of seats sat a woman dressed in a late Victorian yellow dress with white gloves, she had long hair
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The woman wore it losely with soft pink roses tucked in it, she also had a diamond necklace around her nek.
This woman had never heared anything like this, she also hasnt seen Anything like the instruments they are using.
Out of the cornor of Brian his eye he saw somone sit at the row of the balcony
"Hey excuse me you up there, the opera house isnt open for visitors yet"
The woman gasped out of shock that somone saw her, then all the lights started to flicker and And she vanished
"What the hell" Freddie said out of shock
"Did you see that?" John backed away
"Oh yeah i did"
"Wait i have the feeling i have seen her before" Brian placed his guitar on the guitar stand and walked behind the curtans, the others decided to follow, they all walked to the wall and there hung a plate
"the lady in the yellow dress also known as the opera singer y/n y/l/n, y/n was murdered at the royal opera house after one of her performance back in 1890, an unknown man had made his way backstage and killed her in her dressing room, the man was never found"
"Thats her.... wait does that mean?"
"I guese it does Fred"
"A ghost?!"
"Wel its logical this place hasnt been altered at all So all the energy is still stored here"
The boys turned around to the sound of Brian his guitar sounding, they went back to the stage and saw the ghostly figure of a woman toutching the strings of the guitar
"Excuse me" freddie took a step forward
The woman gasps
"Don't worry we arn't going to Harm you we just want to talk"
"Who are you? "
"Im Freddie Mercury and these are my friends john deacon , Brian may and roger taylor
The girl let her guard down "hello my name is y/n" she gave a small bow
"So its true you still haunt this place after all these years"
"Yes unfortanetly i can't leave, my murder hasnt been solved so i cant go on but its not as boring here as you think"
"Have you ever seen instruments like this y/n?" Asked Brian as he picked up his guitar
"No never but it sounds very magical"
"You might have heared of an guitar, this is an electric guitar it uses electrisety to be played"
"Oh i would love to hear some more of your electric guitar"
"Of course" Brian started to play a sweet melody
Y/n claped " that sounded wonderfull, what about the other instruments?"
"John playes the bass it also needs electrisety, and roger playes the drums"
"What about mr Mercury?"
"Oh darling im the most important one of all im the front man of the band i sing the songs"
"You have a wonderfull voice mr Mercury"
"Why thank you dear, tell me when you were alive you played the piano right? "
"Oh yes i did it was my life i started at a young age"
"Could you play something?"
"Of course what do you have in mind?" She sat down at the piano
"What about beethoven moonlight sonata?"
"Oh yes of course i can do that one" y/n started to play the soft tunes of the piano rang out trough the theater, once the was done the boys clapped
"That was absolutly beautyfull"
"Thank you mr may, i was wondering if i can here some more of your wonderfull music" y/n stood up And walked to a chair that stood in the cornor
"Sure why not what you say boys?"
"Lets do it, wich one?" Asked roger
John put the strap of bass around his shoulder "What about bohemian rhapsody?"
"Lets do it" said Freddie as he dat down at the piano
🎶Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landside,
No escape from reality🎶
*qeu piano music*
🎶Open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
Little high, little low,
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to
Me, to me🎶
When the song was over y/n stood up And claped "apsolutly phenominal Its so beautyfull"
"Why thank you darling"
"I will be watching the show tonight from up there" she pointed to a place up on the third balcony"
"Oh thanks dear see you tonight"
"Thill tonight" she smiled and waved while waking trough the wall
That same night a lot of people came to the concert the theater was filled to the brim all seats were filled,, y/n sat down in her Seat and some people din't see her, Freddie stood on the stage and waved at her so she waved back
"Good evening lovelys how are you all doing!!!" People screamed and cheered "good good, lets get straight to the music my dears, first up death on two legs" people once again cheered, Freddie sat down at the piano and started to play
The evening was filled with lots of cheers beautyfull music and happy people. At the end of the evening people their spirits had been lifted
"Thank you all for comming my darlings thill next time" he bowed and so did the others, they went back stage where y/n was waiting
"You guys did absolutly amazing"
"Thank you y/n"
"Im a bit sad that i will never see you guys again"
"We can come by once a year to visit let you hear our new songs"
"That would be absolutly wonderfull"
"Really? Oh that would be great" she smiled softly
"We have to start packing now"
"Alright im going to roam again, take good care of you're self guys"
"We will"
Y/n waved them goodbye and everyone went on their way
The end
I hope you all enjoyed reading sorry if it doesn't make any sense i tried my best have a Nice day everyone.
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The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 14 of 18)
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Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader
Word count: 3 K
Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...
As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?
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“Alright... A lot of new words and names...” You mutter, looking at the floor between your feet. It's late now, and Eleven has been talking for over an hour. The story is long and you had to stop her to ask a few questions. More than a few, actually. Everything sounds like a very strange story, the weirdest, something nobody could come up with. To prove it, Eleven turned the TV on with her mind, skipping through the channels before turning it off again. But you didn't need any proof. You know what you saw and it was very, very real. “Upside down, Demodog, Demodorden...”
“Demogorgon. With a G.” Dustin corrects you, smiling. How can he be smiling?
“Demogorgon, ok.” Nodding, you take a deep breath and stand up. “So... What's the plan?” You ask, pacing around the living room.
“Well, we need to gather the whole party for this,” Max says and the others nod.
“I'll talk to my mom and Hopper,” Jonathan speaks out. “We have to do this as soon as possible so... tomorrow.”
“Yeah. Can it be here?” You're not sure if you can make this demand, but right now, being anywhere else after dark is too much. The sunlight is your protection since it's deadly to the... Demo-something. It burns them. They like it cold, said Eleven.
“Sure.” Jonathan answers and you offer him a small smile in return. “Could it be by five? Before the sunset.”
“Yeah. We can sneak out of the pool again.” It shouldn't be a problem, and if Anthony is there, you could pretend to be sick.
“Tomorrow is our day off.” Billy reminds and you take a deep breath, running a hand through your hair. You completely forgot that.
“By the morning them. Maybe we'll get something figured out we can start working on through the rest of the day.” Mike suggests and the whole party agrees. “We should get going though. It's late.” Mike gets up from his spot on the floor.
“Wait.” Mike can't possibly be for real now. “You're not gonna head home now. With those things out there.” They're getting closer to the town, and it means they'll hang around all night. “It's dangerous. You should stay.”
Most of them agree easily, chattering among them. Max seems excited, but Mike exchanges a look with Nancy. “I don't think our mother would let us crash at Billy's place.” She says with an apologetic look.
“Oh.” You know why. Billy told you where he was going to when the Mind Flayer almost got him... Or better saying, who he was going to meet. Mrs. Wheeler. You did felt weird back then, and it sure makes you feel weird now, but whatever he did before, you left it where it belongs. In the past. “Just call and tell her you'll be crashing at my place.”
“Yeah, man. C'mon. Slumber party.” Dustin cheers, smiling, and once again you can't understand why they aren't terrified. Guess they're just used to it. But how can someone get used to monsters lurking around?
“Alright, then.” Mike agrees, making his way to the phone.
“They didn't get it yet,” Billy whispers in your ear.
“They didn't get it.” Repeating, you wrap your arms around his neck. “I'm really trying not to freak out right now.” The words come out of your mouth, rolling out your tongue.
“Let's go to the bedroom so you can rest and we can talk.”
“Ok...”
“Alright. It's done.” Mike comes back with his sister, gesturing at the front door. “Should we get going?”
You and Billy exchange a look. They really didn't get it. “Uhm... So that's it, guys.” You start, taking Billy's hand and pulling him with you. “You can crash either here or Max's room. First to wake up makes breakfast.”
“Wait. You made me lie to my mom?” Mike asks as you move further into the hall.
“(Y/N) is living here.” Max ends the mystery, and you can feel her massive eye roll.
“Holy shit.” You hear Dustin and Steve mumbling as you get inside the room.
Billy lets you shower first, and as you wait for him, you look through his college books. Everything seems very complicated. Your fingers run through one of the pages, taking in the many numbers, but not really reading anything. Your mind is too far away right now. The scene keeps playing back, over and over. The... Demodog, as the kids call it, its face opening up, the guttural noises it made. You wish it was just a nightmare, but everything seems very, very real.
Billy's sudden touch makes you suck in a sharp breath, shaking a little. “Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you.” The feeling is quickly replaced by the usual warmth he makes you feel. Safety and comfort.
“It's ok, I'm just... How is it possible that the kids seem to be so fine with it?” Turning around, you lay your head on his chest as he pulls you close.
“They've been through a lot. They know how to deal with it and you don't have to participate if you don't want to.” Billy touches your face, fingers caressing the soft skin of your jaw. “I'll do anything to keep you safe, you know that right?”
You do. But staying out would not only make you a coward, but it would mean one less person to help them do whatever they're planning to. And, whatever this thing is, it had a part in messing with Billy's life. With Max's life, and all her friends. It's kind of personal. And, if Billy is in danger, you want to be there to make sure you'll do anything to save him. “I want to do it. I just need time to... Process everything.”
“You won't be alone. And I'm not talking only for myself, but for everyone else too.”
“Ok.”
“Now come. You need to get some sleep.” Billy pulls you to the bed, and, instead of laying beside him as usual, you decide to crawl on top of him.
“Am I crushing you?” You ask as you lay your head on his chest, smiling to feel his strong arms around you.
“Haven't you noticed the weight I can lift? You're nothing compared to it.”
Closing your eyes, you feel as he places a kiss on the top of your head. You've never been like that with Billy, literally on top of him, and it's good. Today, more than ever, you need to feel safe. Protected. And he's the only one who makes you feel this way. “I'm so happy we don't have to go to work tomorrow.”
“Me too.”
Pulling yourself up, you move upwards until your face is close to his. “Do you think the kids are talking about us?” Despite your mind being apparently stuck reminiscing the same moment, the terror in your chest, you try to change the subject. Hopefully, it'll keep you from having nightmares tonight.
“I'm sure of it.” As he speaks, a noise of glass shattering reaches us. “Max!” Billy yells at the top of his lungs, startling you. “What the hell!”
“Stop yelling.” You giggle, playfully slapping his shoulder.
“Just a glass, Billy,” Maxine answers from somewhere in the house.
“Better clean this shit up!” He shouts again.
“Shut up!” You whine, lowering yourself on him a little. “Or else I'll have to make you and it won't be nice.”
Billy raises an eyebrow, that usual smirk making its way to his lips. “Oh, and how exactly wouldn't it be nice?”
Yeah, you didn't really give much thought before making the threat. “Okay then.” Smirking, you close the distance between you until your lips are brushing on his before you sit up abruptly, a hand covering his mouth. “See? I told you it wouldn't be nice.” He opens his mouth under your hand, and you feel his teeth biting your skin. “Billy!” You complain, taking your hand away from his mouth. “I can't believe you bit me, you jerk.”
“You got what you deserved.” He suddenly pulls you down, making you lay next to him. “Now, quit playing around and sleep, princess. Tomorrow will be a long day.”
“Kiss me goodnight then. To keep the bad dreams away.” You ask him softly, melting into the slow, warm kiss he gives you.
It doesn't help with the nightmares though. Twice that night you wake up, a breath caught in your throat. You struggle not to let Billy notice, snuggling closer to him.
You're more than happy when morning finally comes. The house is so damn loud, and breakfast in a mess. You like it though, the craziness distracting you from yesterday's events. The rest of the party is here by nine, thanks to the urgency of the matter. And then, after everyone is fed up and the dishes are clean, which took half an hour since nobody wanted to do it, everyone sits in the living room to talk.
And you just can't seem to keep up with it. The boys speak fast, Hopper yells, Joyce tries to calm him down, he argues with Eleven, which is like his daughter, you got that, and then he argues with Mike. Nancy and Jonathan always check with each other before saying something, Steve always finds the flaws on the kids' plans, pointing out the many ways it could go wrong, and Dustin often gets into some kind of argument with him. There are a hundred different ways things could go wrong. A thousand ways you could die. Running a hand through your hair, you hold onto Billy's biceps, laying your head on his shoulder. You're the only one who didn't say anything since the conversation started. There's just nothing you can help them with, you'll just stick up to whatever plan they have.
What they know for sure that these Demodogs are here because some of them must have been left behind in some kind of incubation period until it started growing again.
“So that's it. Hunt and destroy.” Lucas says, nodding to himself.
“Yes. We don't know exactly how much time we have until they start going full Demogorgon, so we should start acting now.” Mike states. “Immediately.”
As if something was lit up, everyone starts moving. “My place in one hour, everyone,” Hopper says and suddenly the crowd disperses, the house once again silent.
You're still in the same place you were, on the couch, legs crossed, eyes on the floor. “Hey. You ok?”
“Yeah.” Taking a deep breath, you stand up. “So. Hopper's place. One hour.” Saying this more to yourself than to him, you get up and pace around the living room. “Should we take the baseball bat?”
“Steve has one far more fun than that. You'll like it.” You can tell Billy is keeping his voice nice and soft, trying not to push you over the edge with everything that's going on. “(Y/N), you don't have to go. You know that, right?”
“I do. But I'm going anyway.” Walking over him, you tiptoe to place a kiss on his lips. “Those kids are so brave. I don't want them to think I'm the weak link.”
“Alright, but we stick together. No exceptions.”
“I agree.” It does make you feel a lot better.
In the next hour, you and Billy shower and get ready. You make sure to wear short jeans and a light shirt so you won't feel too hot. The plan is trying to find the Demodog's nest. This part has to be made during the daylight, to make sure no attacks will happen, so you have no choice but to walk around the woods under the sun. Billy makes sure to shove a lot of water on his backpack, using literally every bottle he found in the house. And Max gathers some snacks for the day.
You reach Hopper's place at the same time Nancy, Jonathan, and Mike does, realizing it's also Joyce's place. The party is gathered in front of the house, a big map of Hawking on the ground. Beside it, a pile of some random stuff that you guess will be the... Weapons you'll use. Just in case.
Hopper is the one to assign everyone a place to start, the area they'll have to cover, and where they'll have to stop. There are lines drawn over the map, and you hope Billy has everything memorized because you don't even know where is where. Then, the groups are separated. Billy of course says he'll take you and Max. And Lucas, much to his dismay, will come along too. When people start taking stuff from the pile, you immediately get what Billy mentioned earlier. There's a baseball bat with nails on the top. Smiling, you take it.
“That's so badass.” You mutter, looking at Billy. “This will be my weapon of choice.”
“Hey. That's mine.” Steve exclaims, reaching out his hand.
“Not anymore, buddy.” You sass at him, swinging the bar and hitting the air.
“But–”
“She's good with the bat, trust me,” Maxine says and you nod. Some people have an interrogation on their faces, and Steve keeps staring at the three of you, as if waiting for further explanation.
“We have an inside joke.” Lowering the bat, you turn to look at Billy.
“Restricted to the Hargrove family,” Billy states, taking one the radios from the pile and starting the make his way to the car. “And Max.”
“But what about me?” You feel a little set aside by his affirmation, wondering what he meant. It's impossible that he's ignoring the fact that you were there that day. “I'm in the joke too.” Whining a little on purpose, you follow him.
“You still only notice half of things.” Billy winks at you as he gets inside the car, and after Max and Lucas get in the back seat, you get in as well. “I know you know what I meant.”
“Maybe I didn't.” Billy has this way with you. You were expecting the first sensations to fade, but they didn't. He still makes you nervous, the butterflies on your stomach doesn't seem to grow immune to him. And part of you is still scared of the things you think he means. You did got what he said, but it's safer to just pretend you didn't, right?
The short drive is filled with chattering. The kind of chattering you didn't want to hear since it's all about the Demothings. You stop by the woods, and Max and Lucas will be the ones responsible for the map since they have a compass.
And so the ‘hunting’ starts. You're glad it's not a real hunt though. You remember when you invited Billy for a trail with your friends, but walking through the woods feels different now. Before, you had only the normal wild animals to worry about, not some monsters that came out of the gates of hell. But you try to keep in mind that the sunlight means protection, so you'll safe. For now.
“Billy, can you make sure we'll have enough daylight to make the way back to the car?” You ask him, putting your hair up on a ponytail.
“I will, don't worry.” He moves closer, taking your hand in his. “We'll be ok. Just focus on trying to find anything unusual in the woods.”
“Sure.”
Billy doesn't let go of your hand until you stop to eat something. Lucas and Max start arguing a lot when you resume your walking, complaining about the directions. Billy is clearly pissed, not very fond of the idea of his little sister dating. It's cute the way he keeps staring at the young couple, paying attention to whatever they're saying. You wonder if Billy ever thought about having kids.
Wait. What the hell? Step back, you tell yourself. Too soon for that.
At some point, a fresh breeze starts blowing, and you couldn't be more thankful for it. Letting your hair down, you run a hand through it out of nervousness.
“I'm telling you, we have to go West now,” Lucas says.
“Yes. First West then North.” Maxine takes the map from his hands, taking a look at it. “It's obvious if you think about it. Just look. Try using your head for a moment.”
“Are you calling me dumb?”
“Yes!”
“Alright, both of you.” Billy intervenes, his voice with a tiny hint of anger. “Will you two make a goddman decision or will I have to?”
This will be interesting. Billy and you have been walking a couple of feet behind them, so as he moves ahead, you stand there, crossing your arms. The breeze brings a soft sound, that looks like the sound the pools make when it's windy. Following it, you spot water, only about ten feet away. Leaving the guys behind to their fights, you make your way there, making sure there are no big trees hiding you from their sight. When you get there, you bend down, putting one hand on the freshwater.
“(Y/N)!” It's Billy's usual yell, the one he always uses to scare the shit out of you. “Do you want to give me a heart attack?” When you turn around to look at him, he's already close by, Maxine and Lucas coming right after.
“Sorry, but I found this lake.”
“Lover's lake,” Max says, sitting down on a rock, eyes on the map.
“Lover's lake?” You repeat, crossing your arms and looking at Billy. “Why haven't you ever brought me here?” By the name, you think it would be a nice romantic date. And you remember by what you saw on the map, the lake is shaped like a heart, the reason for the name.
“Oh, you're new here. Sometimes it slips my mind.” He puts he bag down, safely away from where the small ripples reach. “People usually come here to... You know. So I thought that if I brought you and then you found out what really happens here you'd come to the wrong conclusion about my feelings for you.”
That's a very good explanation. And it makes you feel... Special. Different. “Thank you, then. For... Having this in mind.” As you speak, you take off your white shoes, all dusted by now.
“What are you doing?” He asks, an eyebrow raised when you look up at him, using his arm for balance to take off the other shoe.
“I'm using the Lover's Lake to something else than making out.” You start walking backwards, into the water.
“Whoa, look at what (Y/N)'s doing,” Lucas says, and you give them a glance. Max giggles, putting the map down.
“Try to drown Billy, would you?”
“I'll do my best.” When you stare back at Billy, he's already in the water.
You move back until your feet stop touching the bottom, so you start swimming further away. The freshwater is a blessing, washing the hot day from your skin. For a moment, you decide to leave the worries behind, just for a couple of minutes. Billy is quick to reach you, and you're suddenly aware of the kids staring. “We have an audience, keep that in mind.” You tell him when he pulls you close, strong arms encircling your waist.
“Were you ever kissed underwater?”
“No.” Your smirk matches his as you take a deep breath and push yourself down.
The kiss is a mess. You have to focus on holding your breath through the process, what makes you laugh, throwing bubbles on Billy's face. You manage to reach the bottom, your back hitting the rocks as Billy floats on top of you. But eventually, the oxygen you were saving is over, so you push him away and swim back up, laughing when you reach the surface.
“What a chaos.” You burst out when he comes back up as well. “We suck at underwater kisses.”
“I think I swallowed some water,” Billy says, coughing a little.
It only makes you laugh harder, removing the hair glued to your face. Swimming closer to him, you wrap your arms around his neck.
“Hey! Mr. and Mrs. Hargrove! Let's get moving!” Lucas shouts, making you roll your eyes.
You burst into laugh again when Billy flings you over his back, carrying you back to land.
And the walking restarts, with Max and Lucas constantly arguing and Billy trying to make them stop. The good thing is that it distracts you. And the bad part is that it distracts you from searching around for any signs of a Demothing nest. Your eyes scan through the woods, among the trees, looking for–.
“Holy shit!” Lucas exclaims and then he jolts away, running, followed by Max. You and Billy exchange a look before rushing after them.
Before you can ask what was that, you see it. A huge hole on the solid ground. It would fit a car in it. The thing goes down, in a slope, and then it keeps going until it makes a turn left. It's clear it doesn't belong to any kind of wild animal. It's not natural. A low, guttural low snarl reaches your ears, and you involuntary gives step back.
“Call them. Them then we found it.” Lucas says, taking a pencil and making a mark on the map.
The moment Max takes the small radio, you hear static. “Everyone listen up.” Steve says, more voices talking behind him. “We found it. A freaking hole in the ground. It has to be–”
“That's it.” Eleven's voice cuts him off. “We found it too.”
It was supposed to be just one.
“What?” Steve asks.
“Head back now. Everyone.” Hopper says and Max turns the radio off.
This is far worse than you thought.
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