#although I fear that the PMS will kick my ass now | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

burnedbyshoto · 3 years

Text

my hero

— Walking alone in the middle of the night isn’t the best of ideas, but that’s okay, you had a hero waiting to save you.

⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆

pairing: kirishima eijirou x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, pwp, exhibitionism, strangers fucking, dirty talk, praise, belly bulge, attempted kidnapping

word count: 5,197

a/n: and we’re back! sorry for the super late uploads, I hope you can forgive me. pls enjoy, I had fun writing it :D

kinktober day 18 main kink: exhibitionism | kinktober masterlist

⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆

You really needed to stop walking the streets so late at night.

It was a bad habit you’ve grown in the past few months. Your building anxiety and untouched, restless energy made you bounce around your apartment. But you didn’t go anywhere, couldn’t do anything but pace from corner to corner.

The wood of your apartment floor must have been streaked with the dye of your socks, and you swore you could see the small indents from where you drag your feet to and fro your wall. The restless energy you had was untouchable, and your friends soon became worried about you. Eventually, after one night of taking a new 5,000 steps in the small living room of your apartment, your friend said to go for a run.

Sure, it was six in the evening, and yeah, maybe the spring night was cold, but Jesus fuck please, your pacing made them anxious. So, that’s how you began your journey of running at night because your once six pm runs evolved into eleven pm jogs. You had always been one to carry your pepper spray in your pocket and had a concealed sharp key in your fist as you ran. You were still prepared, even if you never ran into a situation that caused you to need either item.

But tonight was different as it always was.

You were dressed in your black joggers and a dark grey sweatshirt.

The slight chill of the fall night barely seeping into your skin that was hot with your exhaustion. It was late out, and as you went from a jogging pace and slowed into a stroll as you entered the park approximately two blocks away from your home, you stopped.

Stretching your arms over your head, you stretched out your slightly sore limbs and took in the tranquility of the park at night.

The park was a beautiful one, in your opinion.

It was thick with trees; every ten steps you took, there was a new tree. Wooden benches and picnic tables littered the floor and winding concrete everywhere, showing just how great the place could be to enjoy while the sun was out. There was a playground by the entrance you came through and a basketball court at the gate you exit from.

Altogether, it was beautiful and simple.

But as you pressed the sleeve of your sweatshirt to your forehead, wiping the beaded sweat on your skin, you froze when you heard the sound of leaves crunching behind you.

You froze as you turned around, your eyes wide and lips falling open when you saw a man stumbling toward you. There was no reason to panic, probably, you thought as he looked occupied on his own phone, his head down, his steps quick and focused. But there was no denying the small, almost horrible feeling that pooled into your stomach as you watched him approach nearer and nearer.

You grabbed the pepper spray that was in your pocket as a premature, ready to fight movement, your feet moving to get out of the path in case he tried to do anything. Your breathing was soft, not entirely too loud, but to you, It seemed to ring loudly in your ears as he got nearer and nearer.

He passed by you, his eyes not even trying to look your way as he went one step, two steps, three steps away from you. You wanted to sigh in relief about your stupid freak out; of course, it was nothing, it was always nothing, so there was no reason for you to freak out. But then he stopped, and you were too late to see the twitch in his shoulder, the way he spun around faster than you could scream and tackled you to the floor.

His hands were all over you, grabbing you, shoving his dirty, grimey hand into your mouth to silence you, fisting into your mouth so that even your biting, snapping closed jaw was stupid weak against him. Tears welled in your eyes as his knee buried into the center of your lungs, shortening your breaths as you struggled to get the pepper spray from your pocket.

You found that you couldn't.

You couldn't grab the canister from inside your pocket as the man's smile grew wider, terribly cunning as you struggled to do all that you could to get him off you.

Pathetic.

Useless.

Weak.

Tears began to stream from your eyes, the fear that twisted and rotted in your stomach festering like a stench as you cried against his fisted hand. You wouldn't be heard, wouldn't be seen. You were being assaulted with no way of being saved because no one went out here this late at night. You cursed your inability to do anything on time, cried that your dumb anxiety only felt better after running for an hour, and your lungs burned with the slowly depleting oxygen coming to your veins.

But just as your eyes were beginning to close, your hope and ability to wish for the best outcome was simmering into nothing but ashes and smoke, something large, hard, and fast knocked onto the man on top of you. You gasped for air as you immediately turned onto your side, your hands and knees buried into the dirt floor as you gasped and choked for air.

There, finally, was the sweet taste of grass and nature that filled your senses, but your watering eyes fell onto your attacker and the... the man?!

Your savior was another man.

His red hair still somehow easily discernible in the darkness of the night, and his large, strong muscled body absolutely punching and keeping your attacker down.

"What the fuck is your problem, man?!" your savior demanded, his hand grabbing the hair of your attacker and slamming his bruised and swollen face to the ground, the win most obviously won by your savior. You looked at the anger-fueled rage on your saviors’ face, the way his eyebrows were knitted together, and how his lips were pulled back into an angry snarl. The fight had been obviously won by your savior, and you couldn’t help but keep staring as the workout clothes clad savior took a few more deep, almost shaky breaths before he turned his gaze onto you. “H-Hey? Are you okay? Call the police, and I’ll keep on this bastard!”

“I-I’m fine!” your voice rasps, your hand rising shakily from the floor to softly rub your tender throat. “I’m fine, it’s okay! You can let him go!”

Your savior freezes, his eyes looking at you like you’re batshit crazy, and honestly, you probably are, but you don’t want to deal with writing up a police report or anything of that. It just wasn’t worth it since you ended up okay.

“You… do you want me to let him go?” your savior asks again, his eyebrows shot up, obviously not buying your words in the slightest.

You nod your head, you collapse down so that you’re sitting on your knees. Exhaustion is slamming into your body post the sudden demanding rush of adrenaline.

“It’s okay, I’m okay,” you smile weakly as your red-headed savior frowns. He sighs, obviously not in agreement with what you wanted to do, but he turned his attention back down to your attacker, who was still struggling against his weight and strength.

“You’re going to get the fuck out of here, or else I won’t hesitate to kick your ass and call the cops myself,” the man snapped, shoving the man further into the ground for good measure before climbing off of him. The red-headed angel walked in front of you. His considerable height incredibly intimidating to even you as the man on the floor wheezed before running off, his tail between his legs until the echo of his feet hitting the grass can no longer be heard.

“Wow, that was crazy,” he spoke softly to the wind, his hands resting on his hips before he turned his head to look at you, his eyes wide with concern. Even with the minimal light of the light post in the park and the moonlight that barely pierced through the canopy of tree leaves, you could see as clear as day that your savior was handsome. There was a scar over his right eye, and his red hair was styled and pushed back with a bandana. He had a windbreaker on and gym shorts but still looked ridiculously handsome. He turned to face you, crouching as he spoke, “Hey, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you flush, your eyes dropping to your dirt-covered hands that rest on your lap. “I’m fine now, at least. That was pretty scary, I have to admit.”

��Fuck, I bet,” the man agreed, his head nodding as he drops onto his butt. “I’m glad I decided to come through the park to get to my car today. Typically I walk all the way around this park.”

Indeed seemed like fate, you thought, your smile spreading small and thin on your face. “I was running; it helps with my restless energy. But, this is the first time anything like that has happened.”

“I’m sorry that had to happen at all,” he frowned, his face full of genuine remorse and guilt. “That was entirely cowardly of that asshole to do; I’m glad you weren’t hurt, though.”

“Ah, I got thick skin,” you slightly joke, enjoying the way the sweet smile spread on his face. Remembering your manners, your eyes shut, your head shaking slightly at your rudeness. “Um, I’m y/l/n y/n, though. Thank you for saving me from whatever that could have become.”

“Kirishima Eijirou!” the man cheerfully introduced himself too. “And it was no problem; literally, any good person would have done what I did!”

Modesty was somehow disgustingly, hotly attractive on the large, muscular stranger, and you wet your lips as you stretched your body closer to his. “It wasn’t just ‘no problem,’ though,” you state, matter-of-factly. “You quite literally saved my life; you’re a hero. You’re my hero.”

Although you couldn’t see the color flushing against his skin, you were without a doubt that he was blushing as profoundly as his hair if the riddled embarrassment in his eyes and face had anything to say about it.

“I-I, oh, aha, um, well, that’s very kind of you to say! I was just trying to be a manly guy, and really that was nothing?” Kirishima embarrassingly rambled, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as you found yourself drawing nearer and nearer to him.

Your warm hand found itself pressing onto his strong knee, your upper body leaning even closer to his flustered state. His eyes were shifting everywhere, not quite looking at you, but would linger on your body as you drew nearer and nearer. For some reason, you couldn’t help the jarring sense of attraction you had for your hero before you, the way the familiar warmth in between your legs made your voice hum as you grew nearer.

You wanted to show him just how grateful you were to have had him saving your life.

“That was nothing? You saving my life was nothing?” you tease, your words slow and thick on your tongue as you find yourself by his side, mouth brushing teasingly soft against his jaw.

“W-Well, of course not! It was a valuable life, don’t get me wrong! It’s just me doing that was nothing! I’m no hero!” Kirishima stammered, his voice in a soft whine as goosebumps flashed across his neck, where your breaths warmed his skin.

“Hm, that’s too bad,” you whisper, your tongue wetting your lips as you drew in closer. Your heart was hammering loudly in your ears, but you didn’t care, way too transfixed on the way the heat emitting from between your legs demanded Kirishima’s cock. “I like showing my gratitude to heroes in the world, ya know?”

His face finally turned to you, his wide eyes meeting your half-lidded ones in an electric gaze. No one spoke; only the softly chirping crickets and the wind brushing through the leaves made noises.

“Y-Yeah?” he whimpered out, his voice weak and caused great pleasure to crawl down your spine. “How do ya’ suppose you show your gratitude?”

You hum, thinking about it, but as the adrenaline from your attack finally was replaced with the blatant, blistering want for the huge red-headed man before you. You find yourself straddling his lap, slowly sinking onto him. Your knees once more buried into the soft, dewy grass of the park.

Your arms wrap around his neck, his eyes wide and incredibly expressive as his large hand’s press to your waist.

“Any way you crave me,” you speak with finality, placing the future of your actions into his hands.

“Holy fuck,” Kirishima curses, and without a second more of hesitation, his lips and mouth are crashing against yours.

There’s something unworldly attractive about making out with a practical stranger in the middle of a public park at nearly midnight. Your hands move possessively against his back, fingers digging into his fabric as he draws you nearer, your torso pushed tight against his. His lips move expertly against yours, the sharp points of his teeth dragging and biting into your bottom lip until he pulls away, your lip in his teeth, his eyes dark and full of lust. That lasts less than a few seconds as you’re back on him, mouth desperate against his, tongue curling into his mouth to move languidly, possessively against his.

His body radiates heat, the warmth of his body quickly seeping past the sweaty thickness of your own sweatshirt as your hips begin to roll against his growing bulge.

“S-Shit,” he gasps, your lips trailing down his hot neck, his throat muscles clenching as he gulps. Your smirk against his skin, sucking and nibbling on a concentrated spot as he helps you to roll your hips against his hot, thick length. “I-I don’t live nearby; it’ll be a bit of a drive.”

“I’m two blocks away,” you confess, pulling away from the dark purple and red bruise on his neck that makes you drunk with lust. “But I don’t think I can make it.”

Kirishima splutters, his hips instinctively bucking against your slowly throbbing core that sends your teeth biting into his thick skin again. “Do you wanna, fuckk… Are we gonna—?”

“Don’t tell me my hero is afraid to fuck in public?” you tease, your hands traveling down his tight, muscular torso. You admire the way you can feel his trembling abs against your hands, and you grin when his head dips backward when your fingers find their way against the waistband of his sweats, your weight shifting harshly against his cock as you tease along his upper crotch. “It’s late. No one’s around. I got a strong man to protect me. And I want him now,” you speak against his jaw, your lips pressing hot kisses between every sentence.

You notice that his eyes are red as your lips come up to brush against his, teasing the both of you as neither of you moves to seal your fates. Your position on the situation needs to be resolved, needing an answer from him.

“Whatcha gonna do, big guy?” you asked, lips ghosting against his, and at that moment, you shiver at the way his pupils expand to the edges of his iris.

His mouth is against yours in a renewed passion, lips pressing and pushing fervorously against yours, making you tremble in his arms, completely lust-taken. You kiss him back with equal force, hips rolling against his in your accepted need.

“Fuck, you know what you’re doing, huh?” Kirishima gasps the moment you grind your increasingly wet cunt against his mountain bulge in a way that has his hips snapping up towards yours. You laugh, teeth pressing onto his lower lip and pulling away, eyes focused on his through the curtain of your lashes before you let go of his lip.

“I aim to please,” you bat your lashes, your hands working their way under the waistband of his shorts. “Now, you want me to suck your dick, or what?”

You had never seen a man’s face go through such wild, intense agreement. The blackened look in his eyes and the way a shiver so obviously tittered down his spine had you smiling like a champion.

Mouths came back together in a blazing, needing kiss; you shift up onto your knees, the kiss becoming a clash of sharp teeth and simmering tongues. Blindly, your hands come down to his shorts and assist him in getting his pants off. Shock and amusement rushing through you the second you feel the top of his cock slap the back of your ass. The heat emitting from the skin burning through your own layer of clothes.

With your lips sucking onto his tongue, your hand moves behind you, grasping and pushing the throbbing, thick cock between your ass cheeks. And for a moment, for a few painfully slow grinds, you press him to your ass as you grind against him. Kirishima moans loudly, his hands shifting all over your body, fingers rubbing your skin from the dips of your hips to your soaking wet cunt.

The air is static, disgustingly hot that you swear with the heaving, panting breaths emitted from both of your mouths, you swear you can see the condensation.

“C’mon baby,” Kirishima rasps, his tongue finally permitted back into his mouth, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your throat. “I thought you were going to suck my dick?”

“What if I don’t want to anymore?” you gasp, your eyes fluttering closed, your thumb that is on his cock pressing onto the slit of his dripping cock. “What if I want you in me now?”

“Suck my dick with that pretty little mouth of yours, and I promise you — your hero promises you that I’ll fuck you better then any other fucker has,” Kirishima grunts into your skin, his biting kisses bruising your skin.

Well, you didn’t need to be told twice.

You shift backward, the tip of his pre-cum leaking cockhead spreading his pre-cum all over your own leggings. But that doesn’t faze you, nor do you care enough as you finally get to see the near monstrosity of a cock Kirishima has.

Long, thick, veiny, and with curly soft black pubes.

“Not a natural redhead?” you tease, your body leaning down, making sure to accentuate your breasts as you begin to slowly stroke his thick length. Kirishima can only shake his head as your tongue pokes out to give his swollen head a kitten lick. “Mm, I bet you look hot with black hair too.”

There’s no room for a second opinion for your mouth sinks entirely onto his length, just enough to be the slightest bit uncomfortable, but the results were immediate. Kirishima’s head slammed to the wood of the tree, his hands gripping your head as you bobbed against his length. The musk and scent of his dick were strong yet pleasant. You found yourself sinking lower and lower onto his size, pleased with the way he was tearing into his bottom lip to keep his ringing moans from being heard, his fingers tugging at the roots of your hair as he meets your sinking mouth in sloppy, restrained thrusts.

Your tongue traced the bulging veins on his length, swirling and twisting around his girth, a desperate attempt to show that his size didn’t scare you, that you were taking him all in. But his lust clouded gaze on you thrilled you. The pure, unadulterated passion that settled on his eyes and gaze made you shiver; he was so responsive, moaning, and gasping for you in every right action you made. But you want to get bigger, bolder reactions out of him, and closing your jaw just the slightest bit, you let your lower teeth scrape just gently against his sensitive skin.

The result was immediate, and much wanted.

Despite the immediate relaxation of your jaw and throat, Kirishima burying his entire length down your throat made you choke, gagging as your nose buried into his pubes. He was entirely large, uncomfortably thick in your throat as your muscles flexed and fluttered around him.

“Take it, take me all in,” Kirishima gasps, his hips shifting into small, tiny thrusts to ram his cock further and further into your awaiting mouth. “That’s i-it, holy fuck, that’s it! You are so good at this shit, baby. F-Fuck… you’re amazing! So fucking perfect!”

The praise makes you whine, the drool that seeps from your mouth helpless and joined with the tears of discomfort from your eyes. But you continue to impress him, continue to let him fuck your mouth and throat wholeheartedly without restraint or worry.

Soon, the wet gagging noises fill the air, your throat feeling raw as Kirishima is unashamedly fucking into you with more significant, more powerful intent. He praises you without hesitation, the words curling warmly into your gut, making your cunt throb and demand attention as you hollow your cheeks. Kirishima nearly howls at the vacuum sensation, the lustful, long noise growing in his lust as you raise up to his cockhead, your tongue lashing around the salty pre-cum that is weeping from his swollen tip.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, wait!” Kirishima gasps, his hips bucking wildly, trying to go further into your mouth again. But your grip and commanding are more robust than he could ever be, and he can’t sink his cock further into the wet heat he so craves. “Wait, wait, wait! I want to cum in you, baby! Please let me cum in you!”

You’re off him immediately with a sharp, loud pop.

His eyes are unashamed in his request, and you think about the issues of an absolute stranger busting a nut inside of you. Your tongue dips out of your mouth to lick the pre-cum that’s dribbled onto your lower lip, and you whine at the back of your throat.

“O-Okay.”

His response to your approval is immediate.

You shriek in slight fear when he tugs you up onto your feet, twisting you and shoving your back against the cold hardness of the tree he was resting upon. Your breathing is unsteady, heart absolutely pounding in your throat as his lips consume yours again. Just as you did before, you melt into his kiss, his touch as his hot, calloused fingers shove your shorts down your legs, exposing your throbbing, wet cunt to the cold air.

Hissing at the contact, you feel your voice being smothered by a wet moan that escapes your mouth. Kirishima has his cock rutting between your wet folds, his fingers leaving lasting bruises on your waist.

“Want you so badly, baby,” he grunts, his mouth swallowing your moans and pitched whines as you grind against him, shaking against his hold. “Want to see you take me all the way in.”

“Put it in,” you keen, hips bucking and thrusting faster and faster against his waiting cock, your actions pathetic and needy. “Put it in Kiri, I want you in me, fuck me already, please fuck me.”

In what you could only describe as being the strength of god, Kirishima lifts you up, hands shifting from your soft waist to the mounds of the flesh of your ass and pressing you into the tree. You squeak, embarrassed, and entirely self-conscious of your weight despite the lust haze clouding your mind. Your struggle in his arms is fruitless, his broad, thick chest pressing up against yours as you find your mind absolutely melting when his thick cockhead pushes against the clenching wet cavern of your cunt.

“P-Put me down,” you gasp, squirming despite the fire that burns in your core and cheeks. “I-I’m too—”

“I’m your hero,” Kirishima speaks calmly, his forehead pressing against yours, eyes locking on yours in such a way that was too intimate for strangers, too world-shifting for two unknowns. “I can carry you just easy, ya know. These muscles aren’t just for showing off.”

The grin on his face is childish, almost too boyish if it wasn’t for the fact that his eyes held that profound, pristine promise and want for you. So, in an action that has your back arching against the wood, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your legs tightened firmly around his waist as he buried his cock into you.

Melodious moans echo between your mouths, horribly silenced by your crashing mouths because, dear god, you’re fucking in a public park.

He kisses you with a passion and a soul that strips you bare, and his hips begin to fuck up and into you without hesitation, the full feeling in your core stretching and fluttering with every driving intent from him. In and out, his cock goes into you, up and down your hips grind against him.

It’s a synchronized dance, a coming of your bodies that sends your toes curling as he begins to fuck into you just a bit harder, just a tad faster. It makes you shiver, makes your fingernails bury into his skin as you moan and beg for his name.

Kirishima curses as you clench around him, his hand grabbing your wrist and slamming it onto the tree, holding it there as he fucks you with growing strength and speed. Every snap of his hips sends a burst of colors to the back of your eyelids, and every squelch of your meeting, sloppy wet sexes sends a blabbering, incoherent sentence from your lips.

“More, more, more,” you beg, the tree trunk absolutely uncomfortable against your skin, but you can’t feel it anymore; you don’t care about the pain. You crave it, you want it. “Give me more.”

The curve of his cock, the girth, and the veins that drag up and down your puffy velvet walls are driving you insane. He holds insane power with every admittance of his cock in your clenching cunt, and he buries his nose into the crook of your neck and nods his sweaty head.

“Can you take it? You gonna be able to take my cock fucking you entirely?” Kirishima gasps, almost as if he was afraid of hurting you, and for some reason, that makes your brain shut down.

Fingers buried into the dyed red hair at the nape of his neck, you tug his head back, your legs tightening around his waist so much that he can’t fuck you anymore. The both of you are there, staring at one another as you hold him, bottomed out in you, your stomach stretching just a bit from having him entirely within you.

“If you don’t fuck me with everything you have,” you breath, your nose brushing against his, lips avoiding his that seek yours out for contact. “I’ll scream.”

“You seem like a brat,” Kirishima teases, his hold shifting on your ass, pressing you even more uncomfortably onto the tree.

“I’m just a girl who knows what she wants,” you bite back, allowing him to shift your arms so that you were supporting part of your weight onto the tree, allowing for a better balance.

“Brat,” Kirishima enunciates, his lips spreading into a teasing, seductive smirk.

But before you could fight back, before you could argue that you were, in fact, not a brat, Kirishima begins to fuck into you yet again. Your jaw drops immediately, the burning nearly exquisite pain-filled pleasure of his untapped strength fucking into you.

Your voice begins to scream out, the feeling of his vicious, thick cock snapping into you, shoving your shoulders further and further into the tree was sending your head spinning. Your body is convulsing as he fucks you with new vulgar need and strength. But before you could scream your praises, Kirishima’s fingers shove into your mouth, silencing your words and noises as he fucks you again and again and again.

“You’re so fucking loud, baby,” Kirishima chuckles, his voice strained with his exertion of energy, his hips slamming so powerfully into your clenching core that his balls were slapping against your soring ass with no restriction. “So fucking loud, but we’re not in the place for you to be wailing my name unless you want to be caught. Do you wanna be caught, is that what it is?”

You shake your head pathetically against his fingers, your tongue lazily swirling and inserting itself between his parting fingers as you moan. Your head is spinning, the overstimulation of his conquesting cock, the rising orgasm in you, and the thought of someone walking through the park and seeing the two of you fucking under the yellow light of the park light making your walls flutter. His cock twitches with the flutter, and the both of you moan inexplicably loud.

“Such a good wet cunt,” Kirishima gasps, his fingers beginning to reciprocate the length and rhythm of his pounding cock in your throat, something you take without a second of hesitation or doubt. “I’m so glad I got to be your hero today, aren’t you so glad?”

“Mm-mhmm,” you gag around his fingers, your hips bucking with near madness as your vision swims with lust and need. You were so happy that he found you, so delighted he saved you, that he was your hero.

But the building tightness and demanding need in your cunt was growing louder, hotter, completely undeniable. Your teeth sinking against his skin as you whimpered loudly, absolutely pathetically as you shifted faster, fucking against him harder.

“C-Close,” you manage to gag out, and a sharp escape of air comes from his nose.

Kirishima nods, removing his fingers from your mouth, the string of cold saliva dangerously cold against your blazing hot chin. “I want you to look at the way your belly bulges when I fuck you, I want you to watch it bulge as you cum, baby.”

You whimper, the strain in your neck almost insufferable as you peer down at your hastily exposed stomach, and you nearly faint at the pornographic, near-insane image of your stomach bulging with his hammering cock. And just like that, you come tumbling down from the heights of your building orgasm. White heat and light spread through your body, your jaw slacking as you moan loudly, screaming his name as you convulse against him, body entirely limp. Kirishima, who was barely hanging by a strand, completely loses it when your core clenches like a vice against him.

Hot, thick ropes of cum spurt from his cock, his heavy, shaking gasps the only thing you can hear as he fucks into you once, twice more for good measure before the both of you sink to the grass. It’s hot, almost too hot as he lays on top of you, the sticky fluid of his cum radiating against your already blazing walls, and for a bit, there’s silence.

“So um,” you rasp after a moment, the silence warm and comfortable. “You gonna walk me home?”

“Depends,” Kirishima mutters into your sweaty neck.

“On?”

“Will you give your hero your number?”

#kirishima x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima smut #bnha #bnha x reader #mha #bbs kinktober 2020

1K notes · View notes

bunchofstraydogs · 3 years

Text

BSD SKK and SSKK as Genshin Impact Players

because i finally lost my patience and deleted this damn game, so this is a Au revoir!

Atsushi Nakajima- Casual f2p team player

When i say casual, i mean in terms of him appreciating all the characters, the scenery, the lore and the effort that went into making all of it and being able to play the game with his friends.

Otherwise, there's nothing casual about his gameplay. He's surrounded by three Fatui guards on Dragonspine, slowly freezing to death. He is hesitant to eat food because there will be more important times to use it and food isn't all that cheap. He had eaten a few Sweet Madams and an Almond Tofu, though, because he's literally panicking and crying. In the end, Atsushi marks those spots on the map and leaves them for co-op.

He loves co-op, mostly to explore together and it usually happens in his world. He doesn't mind playing any role the team needs- dps, support or healer. Atsushi is usually on a discord call with Dazai, Kyouka, Ranpo and Lucy. Kenji and Yosano occasionally play as well.

As for his team, he is very loyal to Mondstadt and to people that showed him kindness when he first stumbled there so his most used characters are from Mondstadt.

Main Team: Mc, Jean, Noel, Bennet/Amber

Sub team: Qiqi, Razor, Keqing, Xingqiu

An Mc main.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke- Competitive and impatient

This disaster, i swear. Doesn't play it often, but when he does, he really makes up for the missed time. Unless he has a place to be, leisurely kills everything he comes upon. Not only is he stacked on materials (that he doesn't use properly), but he levels up like it's nobody's business. If he stumbles upon a Lay Line, he'll do them. He doesn't count resin, completely unbothered by primo or level difference.

Akutagawa is the type of player that will fight a level 90 monster with level 60 characters, but only if he has an elemental reaction advantage. He's not stupid, just stubborn and really angry.

I know i said he's not stupid (and he's not), but his builds are... not the best. Talent levels almost forgotten, artefacts leave much to be desired, but his weapons are stacked!! Although, usually given to wrong characters...

Fear not, when Gin and Chuuya figured it out, they fixed it up and explained to Aku what artefacts are and which ones to collect. He pays more attention to all of it now.

Akutagawa sometimes buys the monthly card and doesn't want to waste any more money than a few bucks on pixels. He sees the game as the waste of time and money.

That said, he waled for Xiao and Tartaglia.

Main team: Xiao, Tartaglia, Diluc, Rosaria

Doesn't have a sub team.

Mains Xiao.

Dazai Osamu- A waifu collector and a troll

Your typical genshin asshole. Goes to people's worlds, mines their ores, steals their food and leaves when done. He does it primarily to Atsushi and the poor guy doesn't know. Kyouka threatened him, but Atsu said he doesn't mind and is happy to help. Dazai is as much of a leech as a player as he is in person.

He not only trolls ADA members, but PM as well. Doesn't mind playing with Gin, but is mostly there to annoy Chuuya and pressure Akutagawa. They're playing in Akutagawa's world, obviously. Gin wouldn't let him in hers to protect her brother and, well. The only other player is Chuuya and hahahhaa.

Do i need to say that he is spending Kunikida's money on the game or is it obvious for you too? He waled for Ganyu and Hu Tao and almost got killed for it.

This lucky mofo, i hate him so much, got Mona as his first five star on the standard banner. He was wishing for her as well.

Wants Kaqing now but sike, you flat assed mackerel. Have another Xingqiu <3 Super jealous of Akutagawa for having Rosaria because he wanted her and failed to pull her. Got Childe he doesn't use tho lmao.

Main Team: Mona, Lisa, Ganyu, Hu Tao

Sub Team: Jean, Xinyan, Beido and Ningguang

A Mona and Hu Tao main.

yes i said Mona Lisa, bite me

Chuuya Nakahara- cool to play with until Dazai joins the chat

Chuuya is a great player. He is smart so he knows how to choose his battles and fearless when he does, even if he's going against Zhongli's chonkiest pokemon. He likes playing co op with some of his friends and subordinates. Often joins Akutagawa's world with Gin and either Higuchi or Tachihara. He really enjoys these moments because they forget about the mafia and get to have fun together and kick ass without hurting anyone.

These tranquil moments are ruined by one slimy mackerel. All Chuuya's qualities- teamwork, intelligence and casuallness goes out of the window. He is pissed and ready to throw hands. Dazai always baits him and tricks him into the most unsavoury of situations. Great many times will Chuuya drown due to lack of stamina, get rekt by Lawachurl and freeze to death, smack into invisible barriers with no ways of stopping untill he falls head first to the ground... yeah, hands are thrown. And tables.

Main Team: Diluc, Venti, Xiao, Albedo

Sub Team: Ningguang, Zhongli, Albedo, Geo Mc

Mains Diluc and Geo characters

It needs to be said that Chuuya has a weird guilty pleasure of playing Geo Characters. His Noel is tanked as well. Hates playing with Xiao and Venti when Dazai is around because that asshole bullies him-

"Oh, Chuuya-kun, you've found your people!" Die.

He keeps Xiao to kick ass and prove a point, but might change Venti to Zhongli or Jean 😔

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #headcanons #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #atsushi nakajima #akutagawa ryunosuke #genshin impact

77 notes · View notes

coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe · 3 years

Text

Coffee and Blood or Coffee with André, Bleeding with Piper

Quick Tag List: @kuruumiya @spacelizardtrashboys @enigmaticandunstable @nattinngrst @amyofaquitaine

This passage contains potentially: drinking (recreational), sexual 'jokes', swearing, violence.

Summary: In this 'chapter' Kirby hangs out with both André and Piper, sharing drinks with the giant and sparring with the Scotsman. We also get more of an introduction to the rest of the Daughters of Darkness and Damien.

Kirby’s POV:

I woke up earlier than expected on the following Thursday, around four-forty-five in the morning, before sunrise. I decided to get a head start on my usual morning routine, brushing my teeth, showering, washing my long blonde hair and brushing it whilst drying it with a hairdryer.

I have decided that the moment I get enough money, or the moment it gets too unmanageable, I will cut my hair and possibly dye it. I remember back when I was a teenager I had dyed my hair all sorts of crazy colours. When I won the tag tag titles back as a part of the Celtic Warriors, my hair was a dark green, in contrast to Erik's (My tag partner's) ginger locks.

I managed to find a black shirt and some sepia hued trousers in the mess that was my suitcase, having let Holly borrow my old graphic band tees a couple days ago meant that she had rearranged my stuff in a way that no human would think possible. By the time I had gotten dressed the hotel landline next to the bed started ringing, hesitant at first, I decided to pick it up.

"Hello, Mademoiselle Lucifarian?"

"André?"

"Oui, uh, I was wondering if you would like to get breakfast together, around six?"

"Oh, uh, Oui, I would love that, where should I meet you?"

"The hotel lobby, the sooner the better, people are staring at me."

André hung up the phone and, after putting my hair up into a ponytail and a watch on my wrist, I headed down to the hotel lobby, the ideas of where André could possibly take me ranging from quaint cafe's to any bar or pub that would be open this early.

By the time I got down to the lobby I could see a small crowd around my fellow giant. He waved me over and said his goodbyes to the gaggle of fans and we left.

Somehow, in the middle of New York, André had managed to find a quaint little café. We found a small table at the back and got to talking, and eating. I had taken my mask off and placed it beside the small sugar bowl on the table. André ordered our food and then starts the conversation.

"So, uh what did you do before you came to America?"

"Oh, I wrestled in a tag team while in England."

"What did you do before wrestling?"

"I can't remember much, I think just school. Kid stuff. You?"

"I wrestled in France under many names. Before that, I was schooled until I was fourteen."

"You left school at fourteen?" I took a sip of the coffee he had chosen for me, tasting a hint of whiskey and cocking an eyebrow at him.

He smiled and nodded, taking a swig from the pint of beer in front of him. André is known for his drinking, although I am also a giant, the fact that he's paying for the two of us to drink so early in the day makes me cautious of how much he drinks, or am I more afraid of how much he'll make me drink. I shake the thoughts from my mind and take a larger sip from the Irish coffee he has blatantly ordered me.

"Drey." I look over at his plates, unlike my one plate, a full English (minus the black pudding) André has a whole side of the table covered in food.

"Drey," good lord, I've already given him a nickname, "Drey, how can you eat all of this? A lesser man would have no chance to get through that."

He puts a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter and our conversation continues for a while until André brings up an uncomfortable subject.

"Why do you hide your face?"

I shift in my seat and André's brows furrow slightly with worry. He picks up the mask before I can put it back in it's rightful place, turning it in his hands, examining it in all it's small details.

"I guess it drives up my asking price." It's a bold-faced lie and I know it but it's better than revealing all my insecurities before I even have my first match, or even cut my first promo in the WWF.

André nods solemnly, he can tell I don't want to talk about it any further. He pays for the meal, I put my mask back on and we parted ways. I went back to the hotel, changed into my work out gear, grabbed my gym bag and headed to the nearest gym.

I set myself up at a heavy bag and begin my usual workout after warming up. Punches, knees, kicks. And right when I'm in the middle of my workout I feel a tap on my arm. I whip around and whip my hair into my arm.

"Oh, it's you, Roddy," I try to get my breath back in-between words, upon regaining my breath I continue, "What d'you want?"

"I just wanted to say, you have excellent form." The smug smile on his face tells me everything.

"I'm not in the mood, Roddy, bugger off." I growled at him.

Roddy scowls before continuing the conversation, "Alright missy, those are fightin' words"

"Oh really?" I challenge.

"Really."

We begin walking over to the makeshift ring.

"Really Roddy?"

"Really Gluttony."

Out the back of the gym, open air but clean of any twigs or bugs, simple but sturdy. The Squared Circle.

Piper gets in the same way as last time we sparred as do I. I get a quick glance at Piper's reaction, his eyes widen slightly, he's still surprised by me jumping over the ropes.

"You must have a thing for proving your agility, Gluttony," He stops momentarily and it's as if I can see the cogs turning in his mind, "What is your name?" He finally says after a minute of silence.

"I'm Kirby Lucifarian," a white lie but technically whilst in the ring my surname becomes 'Lucifarian' and no longer am I a 'Trevor', "Most people know me as Gluttony, however."

"Even with that mask on?"

It's honestly a good question but I don't want him knowing every little detail of my gimmick.

"Even with the mask on."

"Really?"

At this point he's taunting me and so I put my fists up to start the sparring session, "Really really."

During the sparring session he questioned me on my work with the WWF.

"When's your first match?"

"Saturday, West Milford, New Jersey, Why d'you ask?"

"Can I watch?" He smirks before trying to Irish whip me into the corner and failing.

I stop, making myself a dead weight in the middle of the ring, "What!?"

Rod takes a couple step backwards, I follow him, backing him into the corner of the ring.

"What did you just ask me, Piper?"

He puts his hands up over his head, "Hey, I'm just messin' with ya."

"No, no no no, what'd ya jus' ask me? Ya dafty, what'd ya jus' ask me?"

Now fully backed into the turnbuckle, Rod puts his hands on my shoulders to keep me out of his face, "I only asked if I can watch you wrestle."

Upon hearing a lack of fear in his voice, I cock an eyebrow, confused and take a step back.

Upon realising that he's stunned me, Roddy takes his chance and punches me in the gut.

I double over, winded but not too hurt.

When Roddy gets close enough I hit him with the Vampire's Bite.

He falls back, slamming his back into the mat.

I get up and check him, unknowingly letting him kick me in the groin, hard.

"Ya hit," I heave, "A little low, Roddy."

He lets out a laugh and reaches out a hand.

I help him up and he pulls me into a hug, "I'm sorry about that, ya dafty."

I glare at him and he lets out another laugh, I fail to keep my composure and laugh with him. I look over at the building, a clock on the outside wall reads four-thirty, pm.

"Another time, Roddy?"

"Ya gotta go somewhere?"

"Yeah, I'm supposed to meet Damien and the girls for dinner at five." I point the clock out to him.

He looks at the clock and once again I see the cogs turning in his mind, "Maybe the clock's wrong."

I laugh and he shrugs.

"Ya never know, d'ya. Kirby?"

"Yes, Roddy?"

"Ya never said if I can watch ya wrestle on Saturday."

I give him a glare before sighing out a "Sure, Roddy."

He smirks, his dumb face making me want to punch him in the mouth."

I slip on the wet grass, getting out of the ring and fall over onto a jagged rock, splitting open the palm of my left hand and the my right shin. I yelp out a quick 'shit' and Rod rushes over to me, helping me up.

He grabs my stuff whilst I clean myself up in a nearby bathroom. When I get out of the bathroom, Rod walks over to me with a roll of gauze.

"C'mere," He grabs my wrist and wraps the gauze around my hand, wrapping the bandage around two or three times before cutting the gauze and tying it off and moving to wrap the gauze around my leg.

He rolls up the right leg of my leggings and I give him a look of 'Do you really have to do that' and as if he can read my mind he mutters out a small 'shut up' and continues to bandage my leg.

Piper gives me my gym bag and lets me walk back to the hotel. I reach the hotel with a slight limp from the pain now coursing through my leg every time I take a step or put my weight on the leg.

I take the elevator and reach my room, hearing Sam's voice already in the room, "God, she's got a spare key, hasn't she." I whisper to myself before opening the door.

Sam, already dressed in a suit, springs off the bed and runs to hug me.

"Hey, Fireball."

"Hey, Tall-ass."

Sam lets me go before noticing the bandages.

"What happened?" Her voice instantly turning from 'Cute Little Sister' to 'Italian Mafioso Interrogator' in an instant.

"Me and Piper were sparring, I slipped when gettin' out of the ring, why?"

Her eyebrows raise and I can immediately tell what she's thinking.

"You were, 'Sparring'?"

"Not like that, Sammie, actually sparring, he kicked me in the groin, we weren't 'Sparring' like Billie does, alright?"

"Alright," she looks down at her wrist watch, moving her leather glove to do so, "We've got three minutes."

Putting the final flourishes of my suit, which matches Sam's, into place, "Let's go then, Sammie."

We leave the hotel, Sam helping me lessen the weight on my leg and head to what we both would call 'The Fanciest restaurant in New York'.

The table Damien has reserved for us, under the 'Lucifarian' name, is bigger than expected.

"It's as if Damien's expecting more than just the eight of us." Billie points out, smoothing out her short, midnight blue dress.

"Good evening ladies." Damien brings Sam, Billie and myself over to our seats.

As per usual, I am at the opposite end of the table to Damien, he always keeps an eye on me but keeps me at arm's length.

"How did you get hurt, Kirby?" Damien brings up the injuries I sustained earlier yet again.

"I fell over earlier while at the gym."

I don't want Damien knowing about me and Piper sparring, he'll admonish me for hanging around Piper without him there. He looks at me with a slight suspicion in his eyes.

I order a glass of Rosé wine and a bowl of French Onion Soup.

"So, Sam's said you've been 'Sparring' with somebody." Holly asks.

"Actual sparring Hol, not 'Sparring'." I clarify, taking a moment to size up Damien and make sure he doesn't question me further.

When the food finally arrives I shift my focus from Damien to the food. The fact that the last time I ate was this morning finally hits me and just looking at the bowl of soup makes my stomach growl ravenously. Upon hearing this, the rest of the girls struggle to contain their laughter.

"I know, I know." I shrug off the humiliation of my loud-ass stomach and manage to finish my meal and wine before the rest of the table.

After the meal, Damien makes us (except for Vickie) pay for the cheque. We go our separate ways. I go back to the hotel and sit on the edge of the bed, still in my suit.

"Man, I gotta wrestle with injuries now, how's that for a debut." I mutter to myself and shift my focus to getting out of the suit so I can sleep.

I take a long look at myself in the mirror and sigh, before questioning myself, "Why am I so afraid of Damien knowing I sparred with piper?"

And with that question still in my mind, I go to bed and quickly fall asleep.

END OF COFFEE WITH ANDRÉ, BLEEDING WITH PIPER / COFFEE AND BLOOD

#Lucifarians #wrestling fic

5 notes · View notes

remingt0nleith · 4 years

Text

thorns | remington leith

try & find the hidden palaye royale song title in the fic! & additional A/N at the end.

A/N: hi wow long time no write :( SORRY! I have ideas and I try to write then my brain just doesn’t want to put the ideas on the word document. + y’know having depression doesn’t help things bleh... BUT I did write a full something finally (yay bare minimum author things!) This was requested! gonna keep trying to turn out requests & work on dark cherries also my birthday is on thursday and i’m turning 24 (wow im getting old help) & also the bastards comes out the day after so yay! lets chat about it when its out ok?

Request: Where Remington cheats on the reader and she finds out, but he does everything he can to get her back?

Thorns - A Remington Leith one-shot. || 1.9K words || under cut.

The catalyst for a ruined night came in a round of shots. Emerson poured the amber liquid into hot pink shot glasses that the boys had picked up days prior. Remington wasted no time in downing his, barely flinching at the bitter taste that now coated his tongue.

“Slow down there, cowboy”

Sebastian laughed before throwing his own shot back, placing a hand on Remington’s cheetah print covered shoulder.

“We can’t have our lead singer fucked up out of his mind, can we?”

The eldest brother chided playfully as he took the bottle from Emerson and poured more shots.

As the brothers drank and talked anxiously about their first show of a new tour, Remington’s phone buzzed in his back pocket, taking it out he suppressed an eye-roll at the message filling his screen;

My Love <3: HEY BABY JUST WANT TO WISH U LUCK TONIGHT YOU’LL KILL IT. LOVE U.

He wasn’t sure what had gotten into him lately, usually, he’d be thrilled at the love and adoration his girlfriend of three years was showing him. She was always cheering him on, listening to his music, and supporting his band in every way she could. Although she was unable to come to most shows due to a fast-paced work schedule she always made a point to let the band of brothers know they had her support. That should’ve been enough to keep Remington happy but recently he had become cold towards his girlfriend and as he put his phone away without responding all thoughts of her disappeared as well.

Remington headed backstage after the show still high from the performance. The adrenaline from the encouraging crowd and kick-ass concert his band delivered had Remington feeling happier than he had in months. Once in the dressing room, the boys quickly changed out of their sweaty stage attire into more relaxed outfits, and like clockwork, shots were once again being handed out.

Once everyone had a decent buzz going the boys and their crew headed out to a nearby nightclub to celebrate the success of the show. Remington realized halfway to the club that he had forgotten his phone in the dressing room, a fact that didn’t phase him, in fact he was happy to be rid of the constant ringing.

Once inside the packed club, Remington waved goodbye to his brothers and made his way to the bar. His buzz had diminished slightly in the car ride and that was a no go for Remington so he ordered a drink, which quickly became two, then three before he headed to the dance floor.

Packed in a sea of bodies the singer danced to the music, enjoying the happiness that came from the night’s events as well as the alcohol in his system. When a manicured hand grabbed him and pulled him close, he didn’t object, instead, he wrapped his arms around the dark-haired beauty.

The pair danced together to the techno music blaring overhead, strobe lights illuminating their faces, hands roaming freely over each other’s bodies before the woman leaned in and planted a sloppy kiss to Remington’s lips.

If there was a moment of panic, a spark of recognition somewhere in the sober part of his mind, Remington ignored it. Instead, he deepened the kiss with the gorgeous stranger, when the pair eventually pulled away from the kiss, they headed to the bar for more drinks.

When Sebastian came to let Remington know it was time to head to the hotel, the frontman wasted no time in asking this new girl if she’d like to go with him. Much to the dismay of the older (and wiser) brother, she said yes and everyone piled into the van and were chauffeured back to the hotel to continue the party.

Morning light filtered through the window a sign of a new day, but as Remington opened his eyes the gravity of last night hit him. He was alone in his hotel bed, the white sheets crumpled and covered in streaks of makeup (his or hers, he wasn’t sure). Flashbacks of last night filled his mind and all at once he realized the hickeys on his body were from a stranger, the realization filled him with shame and dread.

He found his phone which had been placed on his nightstand by one of his brothers or their touring manager (who always cleaned up after the boys’ wild nights) and on it were several unread texts and calls which came in at varying points of the evening.

[9:13 pm] My Love <3: It should be time for u boys to be on stage! I’ll be stalking twitter for updates and vids love u

[12:02 am] My Love <3: Watched a ton of vids that are already being posted! Get back to me when u get this my love so proud of u xx

[3:56 am] My Love <3: Guess your phone died or your out celebrating a great night. Call me when you see this or wake up. I love you.

[10:20 am] 5 missed calls

[10:27 am] *attached photo* REMINGTON.... FUCK YOU.

The photo on his phone screen displayed the girl from last night under the covers as a passed out Remington slept beside her. The caption didn’t say anything besides a winking emoji and she tagged him and his band’s account.

Instantly, he was dialing his girlfriend’s number, hands shaking as he paced around the spacious hotel room desperately waiting for an answer.

“Hello?”

Rose answered, soft voice hoarse from hours of crying.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry..”

Remington started to explain, words tumbling out of his mouth faster than he could form them.

“Save it”

Rose snapped before continuing her voice harder and more assured now than it was just moments ago.

“I never thought you’d do this even as the band started to gain an audience, I told myself that I had nothing to worry about. All the pretty girls and boys didn’t matter because what we had was strong but it sucks being proven wrong huh?”

Remington’s sudden surge of tears prevented him from speaking as the pain in his chest grew with each word. The saddest part of it all was that she was right and that ripped him up inside.

“Rose I-”

he whispered, voice barely audible even to himself.

Instead of an answer he was left hearing the sound of the call disconnecting.

The tour passed by in a daze for Remington and while his brothers desperately wanted him to be more present, they understood. He’d get on stage and sing, forgetting about the pain in his heart for that hour or so, as soon as the curtain closed the ache in his chest was back, a cruel reminder to the life-changing mistake he’d made.

Rose had cut off all contact with her now ex-boyfriend instead choosing to go through Emerson to inform him she was moving out of their shared apartment in LA.

Each night in his hotel bed, memories of the past three years filtered through his brain until he exhaustingly cried himself to sleep.

Remington used Emerson’s phone to send a series of texts to Rose to apologize, to accept full responsibility but the only reply he received was instructions to give Emerson his phone back and to leave her alone.

Just as quickly as the tour started it was now coming to a close a few months later. The boys were back in LA for a sold-out show in typical Los Angeles fashion. Remington never stopped trying to get ahold of Rose -- he sent flowers to her new address, letters where he begged for her back, apologizing and pleading for her forgiveness yet he was never awarded a reply. He didn’t blame her at all but that didn’t mean the pain hurt any less, he’d do anything for a second chance.

Shots of vodka were taken, cheers and high fives were given and the boys hit the stage. Remington gazed out into the crowd, a see of silhouettes behind bright stage lights. After a few songs, Remington sat down at the end of the stage, dark boots quietly thumping against the side.

“Y’know fans like to think we’re perfect”

he stated which earned a chorus of “I love you’s” as well as cheers from the crowd.

He smiled before continuing,

“As much as I love to hear it, it’s not true and sometimes we royally fuck up. I fucked up and these past few months have been hell so I wrote this song.”

The crowd applauded as they watched their favorite singer head to the piano, the spotlight shining on him as he sat down.

“This song is called Thorns,”

Remington began to play a hauntingly slow ballad about losing the love of your life and how apart of you is lost as well.

The pain in my heart is defeating me

Cracking me open for all to see

I’m numb to life, deep inside

Needing you to realize, you’re the better part of me

An illusion of love is what I fear

Taking each step is now unclear

A rose garden in my dreams,

You leaving now in front of me

Take my heart it’s filled with thorns

A rose trapped inside a perfect storm

Throw me to the wolves I’m on my knees

Begging for my rose to please believe

I made a mistake that I can see

Yet this pain without you is deafening

My heart of thorns cuts me deep

Paralyzing me and making me weak

Please my rose I beg you, have sympathy.

The rose garden in my dreams,

But you’re leaving right now in front of me

Take my heart it’s filled with thorns

A rose trapped inside a perfect storm

Throw me to the wolves I’m on my knees

Begging my rose to please believe

I love you Rose it’s all I know, I’m sorry for all my sorrow

By the time the song ended, Remington had tears blurring his vision. He was so wrapped up in playing the song he didn’t realize he had started to cry but to the audience that just made it so much more beautiful.

After the show, Remington hurried off the stage in order to collect his emotions but in the dressing room sat Rose. Her blonde hair was curled and she wore a red dress and in a true movie moment a dozen roses sat in her lap.

“Rem that song…”

she started but before she could finish, Remington ran over and threw his arms around her, hugging her to make sure she wasn’t just a figment of his imagination.

“I’m so sorry”

he whispered once she hugged back.

“The flowers were from Seb”

Rose mumbled, green eyes flicking down to them after their hug. Sebastian must have ordered them because he knew what Remington was planning. That was his older brother alright, always playing the papa bear role.

The singer’s mind was racing a mile a minute, he had a million questions but all he could do was apologize.

Rose shushed him with a chaste kiss before speaking,

“By no means have I forgiven you completely. That song however beautiful doesn’t make everything go away but I’m willing to work on us”

Remington nodded, happy she was here and willing to give their relationship another shot.

“I’m willing to do whatever it takes,”

he whispered, wrapping her in another hug.

They knew it would be a long road to get back to where they were before but Remington was happy he had his Rose back in his life.

A/N: omg that song was not that good I came up with it on my own though and I’m not a lyricist lol hope u enjoyed xx

#remington leith fic #remington leith imagine #remington leith #request #palaye royale fic #palaye royale imagine

61 notes · View notes

mickmarstookmyheart · 4 years

Text

Secret of a Guitar(ist)

Pairing: Mick Mars X Reader

Summary: High school. Drama, music, love.(Y/N) applies for guitar lessons although she isn't aware of the tutor. She meets with people who she hopes she would never meet again.

High school is a big part of everyone's life. Someone goes through it as a popular cheerleader or a lead singer of a rock band, while someone wants to stay in the back and have a quiet era. Some find love whereas others wait for Mr. Right at university. There are nerd ones, there are sportsmen. Everyone goes through high school in different ways but that's the beauty in it.

You lived in a quiet neighborhood not far away from your school. Your life was quite simple there with your family. Your mom was a teacher in an elementary school and your dad was a blue-collar worker. Your older brother, Adam was in his last year at university, whom with you had a good relationship. At least, as good as siblings could have.

"Mom, have you seen my leather pants?" You yelled from your room, searching for that damn piece of clothing for ages. The half of your closet was already either on the floor or your bed. Sighing you laid down on the floor looking up at the ceiling which was covered with band posters. ACDC, Black Sabbath, Scorpions, and Aerosmith.

"(Y/N), how many times do I have to say that you will get sick if you sit on the cold floor?!" Your mother said when she entered your room. She crossed her arms and looked at the mess which you called your room. You were on the edge of crying since you knew it will be a big day. Your mother noticed it. She helped you get up and sat down on the bed. "Honey, just relax. I know it's super important for you and this has been your dream to play the guitar and to learn it, but you don't have to stress about it. You are shy and gentle, but you can be a badass rocker, too. So remember that. Whenever you are afraid, be a badass, fearless warrior, and kick anyone's ass who dares to underestimate you." Your mother was brilliant and she always knew how to cheer you up and how to boost your self-esteem. You leaned your head on her shoulder and she rested her chin on the top of your head. "Come on, Tiger. Let's find those pants."

∆

"Why aren't you eating?" Your friend, Emma, asked with a full mouth. You barely touched your food from the stress. You were stomping your feet under the table and your stomach was as small as a peanut. You were gripping that poor fork as strong that your knuckles were white.

"I'm not hungry." You tossed the plate farther and leaned back your chair crossing your arms.

"Why?" Emma insisted.

"Damn, Emma, you are such an idiot. Don't you remember she has her first guitar lesson today?" Helen snapped not believing how stupid Emma can be sometimes. Well, you didn't like her for her sense.

"That's today?" Emma was in shock. She knew that you will have private lessons with a guitarist you didn't know cause it wasn't written on the advertisement. You only knew that someone attended your school as well and that he or she can play the guitar. This uncertainty made you cringe. Maybe this person was also as shy as you and that's why the name wasn't presented.

"Then good luck, (Y/N). I'm sure you will be great." Simon added while trying to bite in his burger. You treated him as a brother but you felt you were something more to him.

"Thanks." You smiled at him. "I'm gonna get myself a snack. Do you want something from the vending machine?" After they told you their needs you headed to grab some chocolate. You picked up a pretty fast speed, you didn't like the way others were looking at you. You tried your best not to fall over the amount of bags on your way. Sadly, bags weren't the only thing you could trip over. Someone was kind to put his foot in your way and you managed to fell over. You fell on your hands which hurt badly.

"Omg, are you alright? Sorry, I didn't mean to. Me and my huge feet." A black-haired guy said standing up from his table immediately. A hand was beside your head to help you get up. You took it and when you were already standing you could see whose table was it. That new band's. Mötley Crüe or how they said it. The bass player's feet were the reason you tripped over and the lead guitarist was the one who helped you on your feet.

"Hey, it's no problem. I can be quite clumsy sometimes. I should've paid more attention." You said rubbing your wrist.

"Did you hurt yourself?" The guitarist noticed that you were in pain. He exactly knew the feeling. You just shook your head when your friends arrived to help you out.

"Hey, (Y/N), what happened?" Emma asked rushing to you while looking at the table. She stopped and stared at the guys. "Holy shit."

"What she meant was 'Sorry for disturbing you and we will quickly head out now.'" Helen said. She was already pulling you away but the bass player stood in her way.

"Listen, I feel sorry for your hand and I want to make it up for you. And I'm Nikki, by the way." He held his hand for you.

"I appreciate thanks, but you don't have to. It's nothing." You said.

"Wait, what happened to your hand?" Simon asked taking your hand into his. You could see the helpful guy eye roll which made you chuckle.

"I insist."

"Nikki, let the girl and her friends go." The guitarist said with a strict tone. Nikki sighed and stepped away letting you go. You took a final glance at them and followed your friends. When you arrived at the restroom you rushed in and told your friends that you need to clean yourself up. You looked in the mirror and counted at least to 100. It wasn't the first time when the whole school watched you making yourself awkward. But being this clumsy in front of those guys. Not to mention your wrist which hurt like hell. How will you be able to learn the guitar with this hand?

"Hey, (Y/N), is everything okay?" Helen stepped beside you and looked in your eyes. You tried to avoid eye contact since your eyes were full of tears but your friend was a stubborn one. "Look, nothing happened that had the right to make you feel this. Everyone fell over sometimes, it's not a big deal."

"I got used to falling over. My problem is that I totally fucked this up. I-I can't play the guitar like this. So I will just waste the tutor's time the whole time since he or she can't teach me a thing. The tutor must've put aside everything for this lesson and I'm the reason for the waste of time. And I hate wasting others' time." You whimpered. Helen pulled you in a hug and rubbed your back trying to calm you.

"I know. And I feel so sorry for you. Though, I think the best thing to do will be to be present at the lesson for at least explain what happened and why you can't play. You can't let him or her alone waiting for you."

"You are right. But first, I need to have a little faith." And be a warrior as you promised your mom.

∆

3:45 pm. Isn't it too early? Nevermind, better than being late. You took a glance at your bandaged wrist and sighed. You pressed down the knob while biting your lip. When you opened the door your mouth dropped. That guy from the canteen who helped you getting up was sitting there, dealing with his guitar.

"Sorry, I must've chosen the wrong door." This can't be true. He can't be the tutor, though I would make some sense.

"Hey, wait! You are (Y/N)?" He asked putting down the guitar and walking towards you.

"Yes."

"Mick Mars." He held his hand towards you which you took shyly. "And sorry about what happened at the canteen. Nikki can't pay attention most of the time."

"Don't worry."

"Well, I think I should cause you clearly hurt yourself." He said looking at your hand.

"Speaking of...I don't think that I can play like this." You lowered your head fearing to make eye contact. "And sorry for wasting your time. You must have much more important things to do as a professional and all. But thanks for the opportunity." You turned your back and stepped in the corridor and to your surprise, Mick followed you there.

"Look, there are many more things you need to learn before actually playing the guitar so..why won't we go back and start from the beginning?" He put his hands in his pockets. You adjusted your bag on your shoulders and gave him a half-smile.

"Really?"

"Of course. Come." You took a deep breath and went back to the classroom. "Make yourself comfortable." You placed your bag on a desk and your guitar beside it. You haven't been in this room but it looked decent. "Do you need anything? Sadly, I could only bring some water but it's more than nothing." He chuckled nervously rubbing the back of his head.

"No, thanks. I'm all good."

"Then should we start or you still want to wait?" Mick was as confident as he looked. He was afraid that he might make you feel embarrassed or uncomfortable. Mick put two chairs next to each other and you both sat down. "So, how are you feeling today?"

"I've had better days, but it's fine." You said. "Can I ask something? And you don't have to answer if you don't want to."

"Sure. What is it?"

"Why didn't you showed your name in the advertisement?"

"Somehow, I knew that you would ask this." He chuckled. "Well, to be honest, I didn't want chicks to apply to these lessons just to meet and speak to my bandmates, you know. I don't want to a messenger between the girls and the guys."

"It makes sense. And thanks for telling me." You smiled.

You talked about rockers, musicians and for a few times, he picked up the guitar and showed you some riffs. You were into guitar solos and you loved watching others do it. Not to mention, he was pretty handsome. What? Why would you even say that?

"No problem. You like someone who is trustworthy and can keep secrets. Anyway, I would like you not to speak about these lessons. I might sound creepy but I don't like to let the girls know about me. I hope it's not a problem."

"Understandable. And I won't tell a word to anyone." You put your hand on your heart.

"Not even your boyfriend." Mick added leaning closer to see if you were lying.

"I don't have one. Where did you get it?"

"That guy. From the canteen. Redhead and tall one." You could see that Mick's jaws tightened.

"Oh, you mean Simon. He is not my boyfriend. Just friends." You knew it looked like you were together but you were just really good friends. He was like a brother.

"Does he know about that?" He narrowed his eyes.

"Haha. You are very fun-" You didn't have the chance to finish your sentence because Mick's bandmates literally broke in the room. He went over to Mick and didn't notice you at first.

"Did we interrupt something?" The blonde one asked smirking.

"What?" You felt your face burn and you started to pack your things, not wanting to bother them.

"Yes, you fucking interrupt our conversation and guitar lesson, you idiots!"

"Call it whatever you want! Anyway, I'm Vince, but I'm sure you knew it." Vince introduced himself gazing all over you.

"(Y/N)." You wanted to get out as soon as possible. You intended to avoid these guys for the rest of your life after that accident but it looked like you had a bad day. "And this is Tommy. Tommy Lee, our drummer." Tommy was grinning and hugged you tight. You tensed and didn't hug him back. You weren't a hugging and touchy-touchy person. "And you have already met Sixx."

"(Y/N), I'm so sorry. I didn't pay attention and I will cover everything you need to recover."

"Look, I have already said it's no problem and I've fallen over many times. Also, if you keep apologizing I'm starting to get pissed off." Nikki was in shock by the way you were ranting.

"I'm already pissed off so you can go and annoy someone else. We still had to finish something." Mick snapped already pushing the boys out the room.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N)!" Vince yelled just before Mick closed the door groaning. He sat back beside you rubbing his eyes.

"I'm sorry about them. They can be annoying sometimes. But they are great dudes even if they don't look like that." Mick admitted. They have been playing music for more than a year and the music they've made is pretty good. He has been in many bands but Mötley Crüe was way better than the previous ones.

"I have a brother so I kinda know the feeling." You laughed. "By the way, I see I'm bothering now. They must have a reason they came, so go and talk with them. I gotta go home now. It's already 6 pm. But it was cool." You said putting your bag on your back and picked up your guitar.

"You are not bothering." Mick said escorting you to the door. "And I hope next time they won't show up."

"Next time?"

"Yeah. You didn't think that this lesson was enough to learn the guitar, right?"

"No..."

"Then see you next week. And please don't tell this to anyone. It would make things much easier for me." He placed his hand on your shoulder and leaned closer. Your heart was racing, you could barely breathe.

"O-okay. Sure." You could see him relieve before letting your shoulder go and waving before going back to the room.

So you weren't that bad if he is willing to continue these lessons. Or was it something else?

∆

Next chapter

Tag: @leatherandheels @littlemisscare-all @karrotkate ❤️

#motley crue #rocknroll #glam rock #nikki sixx #80srock #mick mars #tommy lee #vince neil #80s music #mick mars x reader #mick mars imagine #motley crue x reader #motley crue imagine

19 notes · View notes

naturallytom · 4 years

Text

Haunted House (Tom Holland x reader)

a/n: happy halloween!! fyi this is a college au hehehe

warnings: soft soft soft

please leave feedback/reblog (especially if you’re on the taglist)!!!

_______________________________________________________________________“Tom are you ever gonna talk to her?” Harrison asked his friend, who rolled his eyes.

“I did talk to her!” Tom insisted, a look of shock coming over Harrison’s face.

“You did? When?” He gaped.

“I, uh, told her ‘go ahead’ after I opened the door to go to English.” Tom mumbled, his eyes focused down at his feet.

“Tom,” Harrison groaned. “You’ve got to actually talk to her!”

“I do talk to her she’s my friend!” Tom argued, watching another car pass by while him and Harrison were waiting outside their school.

“A friend who you have a massive crush on.” Harrison pointed out.

“I just think she’s really pretty and I wanna take her on a date.” Tom muttered, getting into Harrison’s car.

“Yes that is what a crush is.” Harrison chuckled, starting the car.

“Shut up.” Tom groaned. “Are we doing anything Friday night?”

“Going to the haunted house, remember?” Harrison raised his eyebrows, looking over at Tom while stopped at a red light.

“Fuck.” Tom groaned again. “Fuckin’ hate haunted houses.”

“Well you lost the bet.” Harrison grinned, pulling up to Tom’s apartment.

“Fuck you, man.” Tom chuckled, getting out of the car. “You studying for that English test we have Friday?”

“Do I ever study for anything? Nah mate I’m winging it.” Harrison laughed. “See you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, you too.” Tom waved, heading up the stairs to his apartment, but not without bumping into you.

“Oh hey Tom!” You greeted.

“Oh! H-Hey y/n. What’s up?” Tom replied, kicking himself mentally at how his voice wavered and threatened to crack.

“Not much. Just gonna go and study for that English test we have on Friday.” You rolled your eyes. Studying was not how you wanted to spend the rest of your day but you needed to get your degree, so the less favorable option outweighed the option to not study at all.

“Yeah. Yeah me too.” Tom breathed, fiddling with his fingers. “Well, I should probably get going to uh, you know, study.”

“Yeah, me too. Nice talking to you!” You smiled and Tom swore he could feel his heart burst.

“You too!” He replied, turning around and waving, nearly falling up the stairs as you waved back. He felt his face heat up before making his way up the stairs (more gracefully) to get to his apartment.

Once he opened the door, he immediately pressed himself against it, sliding down the back of it as he let out a sigh. He was really kicking himself now for missing the opportunity to ask if you wanted to study together and his mind was already replaying the embarrassing moment of nearly falling up the stairs flat on his face while waving goodbye to you.

“Fuck.” He sighed disappointedly. He pulled himself off the floor and went to his desk, taking out his computer and notes, beginning to look through them.

He tried to concentrate and focus, but his mind just filled up with thoughts of you and how much Tom wanted to take you on a date before Tom put some music on, allowing the words and lyrics to paint their image rather than allow his brain to distract him with his own feelings.

Friday came faster than Tom wanted it to, part of it was because he didn’t want to take his exam, and part of it was he didn’t want to go to the haunted house.

Nonetheless, you, Tom, and Harrison had to take your English exam at 8 am on Friday morning.

“You guys ready for this?” You asked as the teacher handed out the exams.

“I actually feel pretty okay.” Tom replied, a small smile tugging on his lips.

“You probably studied for hours.” Harrison teased, Tom’s cheeks heating up.

“Don’t make me leave you in that haunted house by yourself later.” Tom chuckled, Harrison feigning offense, the three of you chuckling softly before being quiet as you got your tests.

“Good luck.” You whispered, getting replies from each of them.

Surprisingly, the three of you finished around the same time, handing your exams in and leaving the room.

“What’d you guys think?” Harrison was the first to initiate conversation.

“I thought it was pretty easy.” Tom replied, you nodding in agreement.

“Well look at the time I better get going back to my apartment.” Harrison said quickly, checking his phone. “See you later, mate! I’ll pick you up at 7!”

“Harrison wait you’re-” Tom started. “My ride back to my apartment.” He finished quietly as his friend walked off.

“I can walk you home. We don’t live far.” You offered, feeling your heart beat speed up at the words leaving your lips.

“That’d be nice, thanks.” Tom smiled, feeling his own heart beat speed up as the two of you started walking.

“So you and Harrison have a date or something?” You grinned as you stepped out into the cool fall air.

“More like a lost bet.” Tom scoffed. “I lost a bet earlier in the month that if I could make it through watching The Conjuring I could get out of going to a haunted house.”

“And you lost?” You asked.

“I don’t like scary movies! I don’t like haunted houses either. I just don’t like scary.” Tom pouted, making you chuckle.

“They’re not that bad. The actors can’t hurt you or touch you!” You argued.

“Yeah but it’s still scary.” Tom whined.

“Fair. It is scary.” You agreed as the two of you arrived at your apartment. “Well, this is me.”

“Yeah.” Tom breathed. “Uh, see you Monday. In class.”

“See you then.” You smiled, opening the door to your apartment. You were a little disappointed nothing happened, you were almost positive he was gonna ask you out.

Tom sighed as he walked up to his apartment, once again, kicking himself for missing the opportunity to ask you out.

“Monday.” He thought to himself. “I’ll ask her out Monday.”

He spent a few hours doing some cleaning around his apartment and doing homework for other classes while he waited for Harrison. Sure enough a knock on his door came right at 7 pm.

“I’m here to take you to the haunted house.” Harrison announced.

“No shit, sherlock.” Tom muttered. “Also thanks for ditching me earlier. That was really nice.”

“Hey man I’m trying to help you.” Harrison replied as the pair left Tom’s apartment. “Did you walk home with her?”

“Yup.” Tom nodded as they walked down the stairs.

“Anything happen?” Harrison asked, almost giddy with excitement.

“Nope.” Tom told him, making Harrison sigh in defeat as they got into Harrison’s car.

“Man you gotta actually do something if you want to go on a date with her.” Harrison groaned, driving off.

“I know! I know and I will.” Tom responded, making Harrison smile.

“You better. I’m gonna hold you to it.” Harrison pulled into a parking spot, making the pit in Tom’s stomach grow bigger at the fear that awaited him inside. “I already bought the tickets so we don’t have to wait in that long ass line.”

Tom sighed disappointedly. He was really hoping to have to spend some time in that line. But all Harrison had to do was show the barcode on his phone and they were all set to go in.

The two walked into the attraction, their eyes immediately having to adjust to the lack of light. They could barely see two feet in front of them and it didn’t help that there was eerie music playing throughout.

Tom got his first scare when someone jumped out at them when they rounded a corner. He got plenty more scares (while Harrison laughed at his friend) until his feet moved faster than his mind, just trying to get out of there as soon as possible. Eventually, he realized that he actually did leave Harrison behind, and he called out to find his best friend, only to have someone with a chainsaw pop out and chase Tom until he reached the exit, which wasn’t far away.

On his way out, however, he nearly crashed into none other than you, taking both of you by surprise.

“Tom?” You asked, your bag of stuff resting on your shoulder. “What are you doing here?”

“y/n? I could ask you the same thing.” Tom responded, nearly out of breath.

“I work here.” You told him, chuckling at his state. “This was the haunted house Harrison dragged you to?”

Tom nodded. “I lost him, though.”

“Poor Harrison.” You laughed, making Tom chuckle. “Um, do you wanna maybe go get a hot chocolate while you wait for Harrison?”

“Yeah sure.” Tom nodded, the two of you making your way over to the hot chocolate stand.

“Can I get a small hot chocolate, please?” You ordered, taking some money out.

“Can I get the same please?” Tom ordered, handing the person enough money for both hot chocolates.

The person gave you both your drinks, telling you to have a nice night, both of you telling him to do the same.

“Thanks, Tom. You didn’t have to pay for mine.” You told him honestly, although the gesture made your heart soar.

“‘S fine, I don’t mind. I, um, actually wanted to tell you something and I was gonna wait but now seems like a good time to do it.” He mumbled, nerves filling his stomach.

“Oh?” You asked, feeling your heartbeat pick up and nerves fill your stomach.

“IlikeyoualotandIwasgonnaaskyououtonmondaybutdoyoumaybewannagoonadatewithmetomorrownight?” Tom blurted out so fast the poor boy barely had time to breathe.

In response, you cupped his cheek with your free hand, pressing your lips to his sweetly and quickly.

“I really like you too and uh, I’d love to go on a date with you.” You breathed out, Tom’s eyes lighting up.

“Really?”

“Really.” You smiled as he gave you another kiss, pulling away quickly.

“Pretty sure you’re supposed to do that after the first date.” He mumbled against your lips, both of you chuckling.

“Well maybe we can count this as our unofficial first date?” You asked, making Tom laugh and nod in response while Harrison smiled and watched from the exit of the haunted house, glad his plan worked out.

_______________________________________________________________________

tags: @karlitabi-rrito @boredombesson @spidermansmj14 @tomhaz @i-ship-it-okay @holland-osterfieldx @you-makemethisway @xxtomxo @shadowyartcutebiscuit @spideyyypeter @xxxxdelenaxxxx @sparklyhomeworklovecloud @tomzfrog @sparklyhomeworklovecloud @starbirks @soccerstud004 @importantfireeaglefish @livininwinteriamyoursummer @miraclesoflove @keithseabrook27 @maybemona

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x fem!reader #tom holland x female!reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fic #tom holland fluff #tom holland au

267 notes · View notes

flutistbyday2020 · 4 years

Text

Picture

This is a fan fiction work for “The Royal Romance”

TW for drug use.

“Picture”

A/N

I was inspired by all the things I see on Tumblr. This idea has been floating around in my head for a while, and I hope it does my dream justice.

Characters are a little OOC, and the universe is almost an AU. In this universe, MC (Riley) decides she isn’t quite ready to marry anyone but is a part of Liam’s council. He is heartbroken but puts on a brave face.

This is a one-shot.

Song inspiration: “Picture” by Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow

Word count: 3,850

Liam's alarm clock beeped at him, almost angrily. Angry that he was coming down from a bender. Last night, it was a hooker, cocaine, and whiskey. He wasn’t proud; no, he was ashamed of who he was. Ever since Riley broke his heart, accepted her position as a duchess, and chose Valtoria over him, this was his life.

His head hurt. He was hungover as hell and had a meeting he needed to be at in an hour. He slowly pulled on his pants, his socks, and his shoes. He stumbled out of bed, his vision blurry from the hangover that he now had. This was his punishment. He glanced around his room. Much like himself, it was disheveled. This is what he gets for putting Riley what she went through. Riley had to watch Liam and Madeleine pretend to be in love for an entire month before her name was cleared. He deserved every ounce of heartache he had. Liam wonders to himself if he would ever be worthy of Riley‘s love.

Liam glanced at his nightstand, where a photo lay facedown. It was of him and his friends, Maxwell, Drake, Olivia, Hana, and Riley, all together, the night after Anton was hanged for his treason. They all had genuine smiles, except for Liam. He was heartbroken because the ruse was over that night. He had placed the photo on its face because he couldn’t look Riley in the eye while he slept with another woman. Silent tears fell as he combed his hair.

Bastien knocked at his door, his sign it was time to leave his quarters.

The day after Liam proposed, the train was quiet. Painstakingly quiet. Everyone knew that Liam was going to propose to Riley the second he announced his engagement to Madeleine was over, yet there was no ring on Riley’s finger.

Liam was heartbroken. He wanted to be showering Riley in kisses and adoration.

Drake was nervous. He was worried Liam knew about his feelings for Riley. He was worried that Liam would stop being his friend for his transgressions.

Maxwell didn't know what to say. The whole point of him bringing Riley to Cordonia was for her to be a Queen, but he had his suspicions that her heart was elsewhere.

Hana upset that Liam and Riley were on the rocks.

Hadn’t this been the whole point of clearing her name, Liam thought to himself that night, so that she and I could get married? Make my Kingdom stronger? He looked at Riley, but she was looking anywhere else but at him. Drake was ignoring him, too.

Liam didn’t know that Drake and Riley shared several passionate kisses while on the engagement tour. He didn’t realize that they shared one passionate night somewhere on the train between France and Italy. He didn’t know that Riley had begged Drake to take her away from it all, just after the first day of the Engagement Tour at Madeline’s estate. Liam didn’t know that Drake was also in love with Riley.

To be fair, everyone who ever interacted with Riley fell in love with her, at least a little. Hana had stolen a kiss the first night at Madeleine’s estate. She and Riley were in Riley’s room, drinking hot cocoa — Hana’s famous recipe— and catching up. Riley had whipped cream on her lip, and Hana had leaned in and kissed Riley before she could stop herself. Riley had smiled warmly at Hana in return, but even then, Hana knew that Riley’s love for Liam would outweigh any love Riley had for her. Or so Hana had thought.

Even when Maxwell had kissed Riley on the top of her head, in a protective manner, he wished his lips were on hers instead.

That night, after Liam proposed, all eyes were trained on Riley. Riley never looked up from her lap, though, because she knew she had broken four hearts that night.

Riley spent most of her days waking up, feeling the grating emptiness of her king-sized bed in her new Duchy. The Duchy that Liam had kindly gifted her, trying to keep her in his kingdom. Of course, she had her corgi, Duke Ramsford, to keep her warm. But it wasn’t the same. She knew that it should be Liam in the bed next to her. Maybe Drake. Maybe even Hana. Her heart and stomach churned.

It had been five months since Anton was hanged. She slept in the castle the entire time they hunted him. They lured Anton in with a fake wedding— hers and Liam’s. They let the whole country think their King was going to have a Queen. She tried to act interested in her ‘wedding,’ but she was terrified.

The nightmares were so nasty during those weeks of deception. She could hear Anton laughing in her dreams. Madeleine fell to her knees, blood pouring out of her mouth. Riley, Madeline called. Riley, save me! Madeleine was poisoned again and again in her sleep. Her nightmares exaggerated the event, playing on her fears.

The nightmares were worse after they were kidnapped by Anton. Oliva was covered in blood, dead. Riley’s legs never worked in her nightmares. She couldn’t scream at Oliva to stand. Night after night, Mara would come bounding into Riley’s room, gun drawn, searching for the perpetrator that made her Duchess scream, but there was never anyone there. Riley was always wide-eyed, sweaty, and teary, though.

After three weeks of relentless nightmares, alone in her Duchy, she begged Liam to let her stay in the castle. She didn’t tell him why, but he knew after the first night. He had heard Riley’s blood-curdling scream from down the hall. The cry had made the hair on the back of his neck and arms stand up. No shoes, no shirt, just his pajama bottoms, he flew to her room. The door was open, and Bastien was already there, Riley clinging to him. Liam’s eyes met hers, and he knew that it was just a bad dream. Wordlessly, he picked her up, bride style, and laid her in bed and curled up next to her. Her sobs ebbed, and she eventually dozed. The next night, he heard her screaming again. He ran faster this time, but Bastien was already there, Riley clinging to him then. The night after that, he just climbed into Riley’s bed instead of his own.

Months passed, no words spoken between anyone about the sleeping arrangements.

There was one night, after a few glasses of champagne and several rounds of poker, Liam and Riley were both tipsy. Riley’s nightmares had stopped, much to her relief, but to Liam’s dismay. She was going to leave him soon, and he knew it. But that night, when they went to bed, Riley didn’t just lay in the crook of his arms. No, she straddled Liam and kissed him fiercely, the alcohol knocking down that one last wall Riley had around her heart. He had gladly accepted her kiss and they spent the night tangled in the sheets together. Liam never made a move to do more than kiss her on the forehead after that night, and for that, Riley was grateful.

When Riley left for her Duchy, she allowed Liam to kiss her on the forehead. She smiled ruefully up at him.

“Call whenever you need something,” Liam had said.

Duke Ramsford nudged Riley with his nose, pulling Riley back into the present.

I can’t believe it’s been two months since I’ve seen Liam face-to-face, she thought. In those two months, Drake, Hana, Maxwell, Oliva, and even Bertrand visited her, trying to pry her out of her Duchy, to no avail.

She closed her eyes, squeezing them tightly, one last time before she got up for the day. She sat up, the wine hangover kicking her ass, making her dizzy and nauseous all at once.

She took a glance at her bedside table— an empty spot where a picture had been, the same one Liam had placed face down at his castle just days ago. Hers was tucked away in the top drawer, as she had a visitor in her room. She stood, pulled the picture from the top drawer, and traced all of the faces of her friends, Liam’s last. They were all happy, except Liam. No, Liam was heartbroken that day. Riley had left the castle two days after the hanging, not even saying so much as a goodbye to Liam. Then, three weeks later, she was on his doorstep. It wasn’t fair and she knew it. She knew Liam couldn’t say ‘no’ to her. The picture was laid back in the drawer and the drawer was shut.

Riley picked up her phone, although she knew there would be no notifications. Nobody had tried to contact her in almost a month.

Riley sent a text to Liam, although he hasn’t responded to her in three days. Hey, call me when you can. I want to talk.

She almost said, “I miss you,” but she didn’t.

Riley desperately needed to talk to Liam. She wanted to ask him if he still loved her. She needed to know if she should move on. Tears pricked her eyes, not knowing what she would do if he had moved on. The other night, lying next to another man, she realized she was in love with Liam. It was always him, and she was a fool for ever thinking it wasn’t. She was going to the castle today. She was going to beg him if that’s what it took.

Riley decided to text Hana.

Riley: I need to get out of the Duchy. Care to meet me at the Beer Garden? I could be there around 7.

A few seconds later:

Hana: I’m so glad to hear from you, Riley!! Of course, I’ll be there. See ya. ❤️

For the first time in almost two months, Riley was leaving Valtoria. She glanced at the clock. 2 PM. Riley mindlessly wandered to her closet, looking for something comfortable yet stylish.

What Riley didn’t know is that Hana was texting Drake. She knew Riley was miserable. She had to help in whatever way she could.

Hana: Riley texted me today!

Drake: Holy crow, you heard from Brooks?

Hana: I know!

She said she wanted to get out. I think you and Liam need to happen to be at the Beer Garden around 7:30 tonight.

Drake: You don’t have to tell me twice.

Riley arrived at her destination at 6:59, wearing a soft yellow dress, with a pair of wedges that complemented it.

Hana already had a table and waved at her. Riley saw that Maxwell was there too. She didn’t realize how much she had missed them both until they were in front of her.

“Hey, stranger,” Maxwell said as he wrapped her in a hug.

“Hey, yourself,” Riley responded as she wrapped both her arms around him and squeezed.

He kissed the top of her head and let go.

Riley gave Hana a side hug then sat down, her favorite ale already in front of her, no doubt thanks to Hana. Hana had artfully arranged the seating so that Riley’s back was to the entrance, so she couldn’t see Liam and Liam couldn’t see he when he came in.

“I didn’t realize how badly I needed to be out until just now, when I saw you two,” Riley admitted with a smile. “Thanks for meeting me here!”

“Of course, Riley. It’s our pleasure.” Hana always knew what to say.

The three of them sat and talked, two of them not paying attention to the time. Hana, however, was anxiously waiting for 7:30. She peeked at her phone for what felt like the 15th time.

“Hot date, Hana?” Riley inquired.

Hana blushed. “No,” she groaned out. But you’ll have one! She thought.

The time on Hana’s phone was 7:35. Drake and Liam will be here any second now.

Hana peered at the entrance, and just in time. Liam and Drake came into her sight, followed by Bastien, and Hana visibly relaxed.

Maxwell and Riley were caught up in conversation. Riley laughed loudly at one of Maxwell’s terrible jokes, beer snorting out of her nose. Hana laughed at Riley and handed her a napkin. Riley blushed but continued to laugh.

“Here,” Hana giggled.

Out of the corner of her eye, Hana spotted Drake and nodded slightly. He gave her a nod back.

7:50. 8:15. 8:47. Riley and Maxwell were tipsy. Riley laughed harder than she had in ages. 9:30. Riley was drunk. Hana gave her water. 10:00.

“I should go,” Riley said to Hana and Maxwell. Riley stood, but she felt the full effects of the alcohol and she faltered in her steps. She laughed loudly, uninhibited, while Maxwell rushed to hold her up. “Thanks, Maxie,” she giggled.

Hana pulled out her phone to text Drake. It’s now or never, Drake. Riley is leaving.

Drake had kept Liam’s attention all night. He somehow managed to keep Liam from staring at Hana, Maxwell, and... Riley. Drake, however, couldn’t help but stare. Especially after how much he had to drink.

“Hey, man, ” he said to Liam. ” I’m getting tired. You ready?” He motioned at the door.

“Ah, how the mighty have fallen,” Liam teased, setting money down on the counter.

“Oh, shut up. I’m thinking of you, Your Majesty,” Drake teased right back.

Liam laughed heartily as he turned. Just then, Liam caught a glance of Maxwell holding someone up. She was giggling at him, no doubt being charmed by his goofy personality.

Liam made his way to the table, noticing Hana as well. He approached and cleared his throat to gain their attention.

Hana turned and smiled brightly. “Liam! How pleasant to see you.”

Liam took her hand and kissed her knuckles. He turned to Maxwell, now sitting with the woman draped in his arms, her face in the crook of his neck. “Lord Maxwell.” He smiled. The lady looked up at him, and he felt foolish for not recognizing her immediately. Blame it on the alcohol.

Riley stiffened at the sound of Liam’s voice, but Maxwell gave her an encouraging squeeze. She looked up and smiled brightly. “Liam.” She was drunk, and everyone knew it. Her heart ached for him, and his heart ached for her. “How are you?”

Liam’s heart pounded. “I’m well, Lady Riley. Thank you for asking.”

“‘S gooooood,” Riley said, her words getting away from her. “I... appear to be intoxicated.” She giggled.

Maxwell stood, taking Riley into his arms once again. “You must forgive us, Liam, but Riley needs to get home. Lots of meetings tomorrow. Important ones, too. Yup, real important,” he rambled.

Riley leaned into Maxwell, letting him do the hard stuff, like walking, for her. She wrapped her arm around his waist; he was leading her with one of his hands on the small of her back and his fingers of his other laced with Riley’s on his stomach. They walked toward the exit, in their own world.

Hana stood, placing money on the table, watching Maxwell lead Riley away. Riley laughed again.

Liam wondered if he’d lost Riley to Maxwell somewhere along the way.

As if she could hear Liam’s thoughts, Hana said, “She still loves you, Liam.” She pressed her skirt down. “It was always you.”

Riley’s head whipped around, and she smiled brightly at Hana and Liam. She waved at them then disappeared from their sight.

Hana sighed. “Over me. Over Maxwell. Over Drake. It was always you, Liam.” She smiled sadly as Liam turned to look at her.

“Thank you, Lady Hana.” He bowed and took his leave.

Riley woke with another hangover. She glanced at her bedside table, wondering how the hell she got home last night. I’m such a lightweight. I can’t even have a few beers without getting drunk. She tried to mentally tally her beer intake. Seven? Was that before or after Maxwell's drinking game? Nine? Fuck. I have to see Liam today.

She picked up her phone. 6:30 AM. Liam should be awake by now.

Riley: It was great to see you last night, Liam. Can we do dinner tonight? Catch up?

Riley set her phone down and threw her hands over her eyes.

Liam woke up at the crack of dawn, his head pounding from the shots he and Drake did when they got back to the castle.

“I still love her,” Liam said to Drake as he threw back another shot.

“I know. We all do, Liam. The difference is she loves you. You’re both too goddamned stubborn to do anything about it.”

Another shot.

What time did Drake leave? I have to see Riley today.

His phone dinged and his heart stopped when he saw the name on his screen.

Liam: That sounds wonderful to me, Lady Riley. I’ll have supper ready at 6.

“Duchess Riley called to say that she left Valtoria and should be here by 5:30, Your Majesty.” Bastien watched for Liam’s reaction, knowing how he felt about Riley. He watched Liam’s heart break a little more every night when he held Riley. He also knew that Riley was in love with Liam, but was too broken up after what Anton did to her. She needed time, and he needed whiskey.

“Of course. Thank you, Bastien.” He nodded, dismissing him. He wanted to drink. He was worried she was going to leave him once and for all today.

He made Riley a Duchess with the hope that she would accept his marriage proposal. He was heartbroken, but understanding when she said no. He then hoped that with her staying in Cordonia, he could woo her the proper way, and not just stolen moments here and there, but she kept him at arm’s length. Even when they shared a bed, and she clung to him, scared witless from her nightmares, she kept him at arm’s length. Eventually, it just hurt his ego. He was strong, but only around her. When the nightmares stopped, and when she went back to Valtoria, his drinking habits got worse and he quickly started cocaine. It was the only thing that made him feel alive.

She used to come back to the castle for council meetings, but she stopped two months ago, much to Liam’s dismay. She would join via phone call.

Today was going to be different, though. After dinner, he was going to confess that he was still in love with her. That he still wanted to marry her. He didn’t know if he could stand to be away from her ever again.

After last night, seeing Riley all tangled up in Maxwell’s arms, after what Drake said— it just reaffirmed his feelings.

He walked to his room and opened the top drawer. A ring for Riley that was never worn sat in its box, not seen by the light of day for almost five months. He picked up the box, red satin, and examined the ring. The ring was his mother’s, and he was anxious to see it on Riley’s finger. Regina had given it to him after he ended his engagement to Madeleine. Even back at the beginning of the social season, Regina knew Liam’s heart belonged to Riley.

Riley’s town car pulled up to the castle, and her heart was beating so rapidly that it made her faint. Liam was outside, ready to open her door. His heart was pounding, too. They both had the same plan: make it through dinner and then profess their love. All of that went out the door as soon as Riley saw Liam on the steps.

The car hadn't even stopped when Riley almost ripped her door open.

“Ma’am!” Mara protested, slamming on the brakes, but it was already too late.

Riley was out of the car, running at Liam's full speed. She didn’t care who saw— she needed to kiss him. She flung herself at him, hoping he knew what she wanted when her door opened like that.

Liam was waiting at the top of the steps when Riley’s town car pulled closer to him. He smiled, thinking about his lips on hers. Her car door whipped open before Mara had come to a stop. His heart stuttered for a moment; he didn’t want to hope that she was going to run to him. He wasn’t ready for that heartbreak again. But Riley was running at him as fast as she could, so he braced himself.

Riley leaped into his arms, wrapping her legs around him, kissing him fervently. He held her closely, kissing her back with just as much passion. She pulled back much too soon for his liking, but he was dizzy and breathless. They both were. Her breath was warm and smelled like champagne— her liquid courage.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, Duchess Riley?” His heart thumped. He smiled at her, wondering if this was all just a dream.

“Yes,” she whispered. Her eyes searched his, hoping he understood. She would die right here if he turned her down.

He chuckled, “What?”

“Yes, I’ll marry you.”

He faltered, loosening his grip on her legs, and they fell to the ground. Her eyes glazed over, and tears began to fall.

I’m so stupid, she thought to herself. Her heart shattered.

“Please, Liam. Please! I know I’m late. I know you may have moved on—” Sobs wracked her body. She was too late. He didn’t love her anymore. Her voice cracked as she spits out one last desperate plea: “But I love you. It’s always been you. Please, Liam. I want to be your wife.”

He sat there, watching her come unraveled in front of him. Finally, he thought. She sobbed violently, shaking from the emotions.

He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close. He kissed her hard, and they crashed into each other like waves of a stormy sea. Every apology they never muttered out loud was conveyed with their lips. Every I love you. All of it was out in the open now. Liam kissed Riley until the tears stopped.

After several minutes, they parted. Riley’s eyes were red and puffy, but hopeful. Liam couldn’t contain his smile anymore.

“I was going to do this in the hedge maze after dinner, Riley,” he got down on one knee, ring in hand. “But you seem to have your plans,” he laughed.

She laughed, too, a real, hearty laugh. She gazed down at Liam. “I was going to wait until after dinner to confess my feelings, Liam, but once I saw you, I had to let you know.” She smiled brightly.

He looked up at her with loving eyes. His heart pounded but for a good reason this time.

“Duchess Riley Brooks, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

She squealed, pulled him up by the lapels, and kissed him. “Yes! A thousand times, yes!”

“It’s about Goddamn time,” Bastien muttered as he headed inside, carrying Riley’s bags.

“I’d say so,” Mara agreed.

#trr hana #trr #trr drake #trr maxwell #trr mc #trr fanfic #trr mc x liam #maxwell beaumont #drake walker #liam rys #riley brooks #trr bastien #trr mara #hana lee #hana x mc

71 notes · View notes

puckinghell · 5 years

Text

Flashlight | Jamie Benn

Summary: When life gets a little too dark, a certain someone is always there to light the way. Words: 5k (i’m so sorry) Note: I wrote something with a similar plot line a long time ago and have been wanting to rewrite it so I can post, but it really wasn’t meant to become this long.... oops.

You’re 5 years old and the light flashes twice.

Sitting in front of your bedroom window, your chin resting in your hands, you frown. You’d been watching the stars, but now you focus your gaze on your neighbor’s window. You know the room from where the light flashed; that’s Jamie’s room.

Jamie is your best friend. You’ve lived next to him your whole life and one day, you accidentally kicked your ball over the hedge. He came to bring it back but told you you’d only get it back if you would play with him. He prefers street hockey, but you’re a football fan, and he agreed to play your game.

Ever since then, you’ve been thick as thieves.

The light flashes once more, and then Jamie appears in front of his window. His is open, but yours is closed; he motions to you to open yours too, and you oblige.

“What are you doing?” you ask him, trying to keep your voice down but still reach him. “If mommy and daddy find out we’re awake, they’ll be super mad.”

It’s 11 pm and at that age, it feels like the middle of the night.

“I can’t sleep,” says Jamie, on the other hand. “And I’m bored. The light was to get your attention. I wanna talk.”

You sigh. You don’t like the possibility of getting into trouble, but even as young as you are, you find it hard to say no when Jamie looks at you with his big brown eyes, so you nod.

“Fine. But from now on, you can only flash the light when it’s an emergency.”

“Okay, but when I do, you have to promise to respond.” Jamie crosses his arms, a stubborn look on his face. “That’s what best friends do.”

You’re 6 years old and the light flashes twice.

You don’t notice it at first, cause you’re in your room, reading. It’s late at night and you should probably be asleep, but your book is just so much fun. Reading is one of your favorite things to do to pass the time, even if Jamie sometimes makes fun of you for it and tries to convince you to play street hockey with him, instead. But playing street hockey with Jamie isn’t very fun cause he always wins.

When you notice the light flashing, you walk to your window. You wonder if it’s an actual emergency or if Jamie is simply bored again. But when you get to the window and open it, you’re met with Jamie’s face, his eyes filled with tears.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, worry flooding your veins. You rarely see Jamie cry; you cry all the time, when you fall or when you drop your ice cream or when you lose your favorite stuffed animal, but the only thing you’ve ever noticed on Jamie is a slight quiver of his lip.

“There’s a monster under my bed,” he whispers. He’s clutching a stuffed animal under his arm. You never even knew he had one. “I heard it.”

You frown. “I can’t help you with that, Jamie. You have to go tell your mommy and daddy. They can beat it up for you.” Cause at that age, there’s not a single problem your parents can’t fix.

Jamie sounds annoyed when he speaks next, which is unfair, cause it’s not your fault there’s a monster under his bed. “I already told them, but they don’t believe me. They say I just need to go to sleep and stop worrying. As if I can do that, when there’s a monster there!”

You sigh. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know what you want me to do.” You figure that’s the right thing to say because that’s what your mom always says to your dad when he’s complaining, but your dad always responds with a sigh and silence, whereas Jamie seems to have a different idea.

“I can come sleep in your room. You don’t have monsters, right?”

That idea brings fear into your eyes. “You can’t come here! Mommy and daddy can’t find out I’m awake!”

Now there’s a mischievous look in Jamie’s eyes. “I can climb over the garage.”

Technically, he could. Your garages are linked and if he climbs out of his window, he should be able to walk across the rooftops to your window, and climb inside. But when you watch him swing his leg over the window sill, you can’t help but feel scared for him.

“Please be careful,” you tell him, and he shoots you a look as if to say ‘duh’. When he reaches your window, you help him inside. “If our parents finds out, they’ll be so mad.”

“Don’t be scared,” he tells you, and you push against his shoulder.

“You’re the one that’s afraid of monsters!”

You watch as Jamie jumps up on your bed, crawling under the blankets right away. Your bed isn’t meant for two people and you awkwardly have to slide in beside him, pulling your pillow away from him.

“Hey!” he protests, and you frown.

“It’s my pillow! Get your own!” But when he pushes his head onto it, the top of his head against your cheek, you don’t tell him to go away. Instead, you close your eyes, ready to go to sleep.

“Thanks, Y/N.” Jamie’s voice is soft, a whisper almost. “I won’t forget this.”

You shrug. “That’s what best friends do.”

You’re 8 years old and the light flashes twice.

It’s the first time you’ve used the emergency call. In fact, before this, you thought it was kinda silly. What could ever be such a big emergency, that you would need Jamie right away?

But when he appears in his window, your heartbeat slows down for the first time in an hour, and you know you made the right decision.

“What’s wrong?” Jamie sounds panicked, the thought of anything being wrong with you scaring him more than he’d like to admit.

For a few seconds, you don’t respond. It’s hard to get the words out while hiding the fact that you’re on the verge of tears, and you don’t want him to know you’re crying.

“I think mom and dad are gonna kill each other,” you finally say, and your voice cracks, betraying your distress.

Jamie frowns. “Moms and dads don’t kill each other.”

“Yes, they do!” Tears are starting to roll, and you can’t stop them. “I saw it on TV once! They were yelling, and then the dad had a knife, and…” You stop yourself.

“And now your mom and dad are yelling at each other, too?” Jamie finishes for you. You can only nod.

“And I’m scared,” you whimper.

Instantly, Jamie’s protective instincts kick in; he’s barely aware of having them, all he knows is that you’re hurt and he would do anything to get that look off your face, so he jumps over his window sill and runs across the garage.

“You don’t have to do that,” you bring out, not wanting him to get into trouble with his parents, for coming out to your house at night, but he’s already climbing into your window.

He sits on your bed, cross-legged, and pats the space next to him. “Now you don’t have to be scared anymore,” he says triumphantly, and you frown.

“Why not?”

“Cause I’m here to protect you, obviously.” He rolls his eyes. “I’d never let anyone hurt you.” You lay back and close your eyes, and he quickly lays down next to you. For a while, you’re both quiet, although the muffled sounds of your parents’ angry voices still echo through the walls. “Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“If I married you, I’d never yell at you.”

You smile at that. You don’t really know what marriage means at this age but you know that if you’re ever gonna get married you’d want it to be Jamie, who plays with you and makes you laugh and never, ever makes fun of you the way some of the boys in your school do.

“Let’s get married when we’re older,” you say, and he smiles back.

“Yeah, okay.” Cause he’s pretty sure that’s what best friends do.

You’re 10 years old and the light flashes twice.

It’s only 5pm and it’s not dark yet, so it’s hard to see, and it takes a few more flashes before you finally notice it. You drop your diary and pen and walk to the window, opening it.

“It’s 5 pm,” you say, “you could just knock on the door.”

Jamie stands opposite you, hanging slightly over the edge of his window sill. He’s wearing his favorite hockey jersey and his hair is ruffled, and he looks upset.

“Why won’t you ever play hockey with me?” he asks, his voice forceful and a bit scruffy. You can’t tell if he’s angry or sad. Maybe he’s both.

“I, uhm…” You don’t know how to answer that question and he doesn’t give you much time to think about it, because he speaks again.

“Nobody in school wants to play 1 on 1 hockey with me anymore cause they say I’m too good and it’s not fun if they never win. I don’t understand what they want. Do they want me to pretend I’m bad at hockey? Let them win? Where’s the fun in that?” He crosses his arms. “Is that why you never wanna play with me?”

You don’t appreciate the insinuation, mimicking his position and crossing your arms, too. “I don’t wanna play hockey with you cause I don’t like sports,” you growl. “And you know that. I would never stop playing anything with you cause you win. Besides, I always beat you at Scrabble, and Monopoly, too, so it’d be even.”

“Oh,” he says, a bit sheepishly. “Sorry.” He seems genuinely sorry and your apprehension fades immediately. Instead, you feel sorry for your talented best friend, and sigh.

“Do you wanna play a game with me now?”

“I’ll just beat you,” he says miserably, and you almost laugh because you’ve never seen him upset about the prospect of winning.

“Yes, but it’ll make you feel better,” you tell him. “And if you feel bad for beating me we can play Scrabble after.”

“Okay.” Jamie’s face has lit up and his eyes are twinkling again, and even if you get your ass handed to you later, it’s worth it because he’s happy again.

And that’s what best friends do.

You’re 12 years old and the light flashes twice.

You almost mistake it for the lightning outside, but when you notice it, you walk towards the window, your duvet wrapped around your shoulders like a cape. It’s storming outside, rain and wind and thunder and lightning, and you have to yell at Jamie to get him to hear you over the noise of nature.

“What?”

“Are you okay?” he yells back. Despite everything, you smile. Jamie knows you’re scared of lightning and thunder, and as always, he’s right there to check up on you.

“Not really,” you admit, tugging the duvet closer to your body. “I can’t sleep with the noise. Do you think the house could burn down?”

“No,” says Jamie right away, as if that’s an obvious answer. You’re pretty sure he’s lying to you to make you feel better, but you decide to believe him because well, it does make you feel better. “Do you want me to come over?”

Your eyes widen. “No! No, you can’t do that! Jamie!”

He’s not listening to you. Instead, he’s climbing out of the window.

“Jamie, no! You can’t go outside in this weather, you could die!” Panic is starting to rise in your chest as you watch him run across the roof.

“Still alive,” he pants, as he climbs into your window. His clothes are wet from the rain now and so is his hair, flopping down his forehead. “Feel safer yet?”

He’s teasing, but you actually do. Your heart has been racing since the weather got worse but now, with him next to you, suddenly it has calmed down.

“I have an idea,” he proclaims proudly, grabbing a pillow from your bed. “We’re gonna make a blanket fort! A fort could protect you just as much as I can, and together, we’ll make sure you’re safe!”

You’re pretty sure a single boy and a bunch of pillows can’t protect you against lightning, but you don’t question him because you know he’s trying to make you feel better, as he always is, and for the next half hour you focus on creating the perfect fort out of pillows and blankets.

About 45 minutes later, you’re lying in your fort, your head against Jamie’s shoulder, both of you staring up.

“Better?” Jamie asks softly, and you smile at him.

As always, he made you feel loads better. That’s what best friends do.

You’re 15 years old and the light flashes twice.

“I have been informed of something I’m very unhappy with,” Jamie says as soon as you open your window. He’s wearing a white button up and has his hair combed back neatly, and you have a feeling you know what he’s gonna say.

“Why aren’t you going to the dance anymore?”

You sigh. You were hoping not to have this conversation with him, but you know him well enough to know he’s not going to let it go, so you defensively cross your arms.

“I just don’t wanna go.”

He rolls his eyes. “That’s a lie. You’ve been talking about this for like, weeks.”

It’s true. You were so excited about the school dance; it was going to be a magical night, wearing a beautiful dress, with your hair all curled. Instead you’re wearing sweatpants and your hair is up in a ponytail.

“My parents wouldn’t let me go,” you lie.

“Try again,” he says, narrowing his eyes at you. He’s always been able to tell when you’re lying and it’s never been as annoying as now, not even when you play cards.

“Fine,” you finally burst out, “I’m not going cause I don’t have a date, okay! All my friends are going with boys and I didn’t have a boy ask me, so I can’t go, because I can’t go alone.”

Confusion is written clear over Jamie’s face. “I didn’t know we had to go with girls,” he says warily, “I was gonna go with my friends.”

You shrug. “It’s whatever. I didn’t wanna go that badly.”

You really, really did. But going alone is pathetic and you can’t deal with everyone making fun of you for it.

Jamie straightens his back, a devilish smirk spreading across his face.

“Y/N,” he speaks slowly, “go put on your dress.” You wanna ask him why, but he’s already slammed the window shut. And because it’s Jamie and when he tells you to do something, you do it, you put on your dress and even your shoes, brush your hair out and put on some make up.

Half an hour later Jamie shows up on your doorstep with a bunch of flowers he’s clearly just pulled from his mom’s garden.

“Would you go to the dance with me?” he asks formally, and you frown.

“You were going with your friends.”

“You are my friend,” he says sternly, holding his arm out. You grab it. “My best friend, in fact. And this is what best friends do.”

You’re 16 years old and the light flashes twice.

It’s only the second time you’ve used the emergency light and Jamie hurries to the window, his heart sinking in his chest when he sees your tear-streaked face. He has an idea what’s going on, and he’s not liking it.

“What happened?” he asks, and you answer exactly as he was expecting.

“Sean broke up with me.” You sniffle away some tears. “He’s dating Abigail now.”

“Asshole,” Jamie says whole-heartedly. He’s never liked Sean. Sean wasn’t good enough for you; you deserved someone so much better. He always knew that boy would break your heart, and it took everything in him to not punch him in the face the very first time he saw you together.

But you liked him. Maybe you were even in love with him. You weren’t completely sure, because love was such an abstract to you, and you didn’t know what it meant to be in love. But you knew you liked him, and the day he asked you to be his girlfriend had seemed to be the best day of your life.

Of course now, only three months later, you realized it had been the worst. And your so called friend Abigail could go to hell, as well.

“I really liked him, Jamie,” you whimper, and you hide your face in your hands to stop him from seeing the tears rolling down your cheeks.

Jamie has never been dumped. He’s always the one doing the dumping, though he hasn’t done a lot of it; he’s quite popular with the girls in school, but he never seems very interested in them, only taking a handful of them out of a date and usually calling it off after a few weeks.

“I’m going to kill him.” The voice, familiar like your old favorite song, sounds a lot closer than you would expect it to, and you look up only to find Jamie’s chocolate brown eyes staring into your own.

“You can’t do that,” you mutter, “cause then you’ll end up in prison and I won’t have my best friend anymore.”

Something flashes between Jamie’s eyes, but it’s gone as soon as he jumps into your room. His jaw is clenched. He wishes there was something he could do to make sure you would never get hurt again. He hates seeing you with other boys. No matter who they are, they are never good enough for you. You deserve the world, and there’s only one person who he knows would do anything in his power to make that happen.

“You know we’ll always be best friends, right?” he asks carefully, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you nestle into him. You hum appreciatively.

“Yeah.”

“But if you wanted us to be more, that would also be cool.” He mentally slaps himself as soon as the words leave his mouth. Way to go, Benn. That’s a very romantic way to tell your best friend you wanna be her boyfriend.

You look up, confusion clear on your face. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that Sean isn’t worth the attention of a crippled goldfish, let alone someone as amazing as you.” He takes a deep breath. “And if you ever wanna be with someone who won’t ever hurt you like that, you can always date me.”

You laugh, but it’s a light and loving laugh, not one meant to make fun of him.

“Oh Jamie,” you sigh, “couldn’t you have said that a little earlier?”

And you press your lips to his cheeks.

You’re 17 years old and the light flashes twice.

After 12 years of being friends, that shouldn’t surprise you, but it does. Because the light hasn’t flashed in 6 months. Not since you and Jamie broke up.

Carefully, you make your way to the window. It’s nearly midnight, and you had just been getting ready for bed.

“Jamie?” you asks tentatively. “What’s up?”

“Hey!” he drawls, and you know what’s going on right away.

“You’re drunk,” you state, and Jamie grins at you, his eyes twinkly. It does funny things to your stomach and you know it’s not supposed to.

Not anymore.

“I might be a little drunk,” he slurs. “Have you ever been drunk, Y/N?” Then, he pauses. When he continues, his voice is sad. “I should know the answer to that. If we were still friends, I would know that.”

It hurts your heart, to hear him talk like that. Your relationship was great, for as long as it lasted, but it ended suddenly and with a lot of drama, as Jamie had seen you at a party with Sean and thought you’d been flirting with your ex.

You’d been telling Sean to leave you alone, but that didn’t really matter. What mattered was that after a big, stupid fight, Jamie had slammed the door and left.

“Why aren’t we together, anymore?” His voice brings you back from your thoughts and you tell him exactly that.

“You left. You told me you never wanted to see me again.”

He rolls his eyes and laughs, but it’s a bitter laugh, with no humor in it. It’s a weird sound to hear coming from Jamie, whose voice is always soft and whose laugh is always light.

“I obviously didn’t mean that, now, did I?” he says, and you know that.

You know that he wanted you to follow him. To fight for him. But your entire childhood, you watched your parents fight for each other, and eventually they would lose that fight. It took them years of unhappiness to give up on that fight, and only then did they become happy again.

You’d thought you would be like your parents, but you’d been wrong. Because you didn’t just lose a boyfriend, you lost your best friend, and you didn’t think you could be truly happy without him.

“I’m sorry, Jamie,” you tell him earnestly, because you are. If you could turn it all back, you would.

“Maybe…” He hesitates. His words are slurring a little less and you wonder if he’s sobering up. “Maybe we can go back to being friends?”

“I would like that.”

The next day you show up on his doorstep with food from your favorite breakfast place, and you get him painkillers and watch The Bachelor for hours, and at the end of the morning, you’re pretty sure you’ve both decided to erase the past 6 months from your memory.

Because sometimes, forgetting is what best friends do.

You’re 19 years old and the light flashes twice.

That’s weird, because there’s only 1 person who could be flashing the light, and he’s not supposed to be here.

You run to the window, nearly tripping over some stuff you left on the floor of your room, and sure enough, on the opposite side in Jamie, grinning from ear to ear, leaning on the window sill.

“Jamie?” you call out. “What are you doing here?” You nearly jump out of your window and run across the roofs, launching yourself through his window and into his arms. He catches you easily, his chuckle ringing in your ears as you bury your face in his neck and his arms wrap around your waist.

“Surprise,” he hums. “Happy birthday.”

A surprise, it is. It’s your birthday tomorrow but you weren’t expecting to see Jamie. You’ve not seen him much ever since he got drafted and started playing in the BCHL.

“I missed you,” you sigh as you finally let him go. You let your eyes travel over him; he’s changed, but he’s still the same, too. His jaw is starting to get scruffy and he looks more bulky than he ever has before. He’s tall, too, towering over you. But his eyes are still the same, looking at you with fondness, and you find nothing but love in his face.

“Missed you too,” he smiles. “Did you really think I was gonna miss your birthday?”

“I mean, I was a little worried,” you admit to him. “But I knew you’d find a way to make it special.”

He laughs and joins you, as you speak in unison. “That’s what best friends do.”

He reaches out then, brushes some hair out of your face, and his expression turns serious. “I need to ask you something,” he says.

Your skin burns where his fingers touched it, and you take a deep breath, trying to steady your fluttering heart. Sure, Jamie is your best friend, as he’s always been, but you would be lying if you said you don’t miss having him as a boyfriend, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t still head over heels, unreasonably, undeniably in love with him.

“If I kissed you right now, would you be unhappy about that?”

Jamie has never been a man of many words, but this hits you so suddenly you nearly forget how to breath, bursting out in a fit of coughs instead, and he laughs lightly.

“Sorry. Too sudden?” He rubs your shoulder until you regain your posture and your oxygen, and then looks at you with a worried expression on his face. “If you don’t want that, that’s okay. I understand. We can just be best friends. I just thought… maybe I read it wrong.”

But he didn’t, he read it just right, and you can’t stand the idea of missing this opportunity; you’ve always known it’s him, it was always supposed to be him, and you reach up and kiss him.

“Wow,” he breathes out against your lips, and the situation is so ridiculous, standing in his childhood room in the dark with you in your pajamas, his lips still against yours, that you both start laughing.

Because that’s what best friends do.

You’re 20 years old and your phone buzzes.

You were already half asleep but when you feel the vibration, you shoot up in bed and grab your phone.

You got two texts. Two images of a flashlight. With a smile on your face, you call the familiar number.

“That’s lame,” you tell him, and Jamie’s laugh rings through the phone.

“I’m sorry I can’t be there to flash the light,” he says.

“So?” You’re too anxious, too impatient to banter with him. “Are you in?”

There’s a pause. A silence, that seems to last for hours, but most likely just lasted a few seconds.

“I got in.”

To your own annoyance, tears jump into your eyes, but it’s all from happiness.

“Oh, Jamie,” you mumble, “congratulations. I’m so happy for you.”

After being in the minors for a while, finally, he got the call, and finally, he’s gonna play in the NHL. His childhood dream, coming to life.

“Your dream is coming true,” you tell him, and you can almost hear the smile in his voice when he speaks.

“Yeah, and the best thing is that you’ll be there.”

You promised him that you’d be at his first NHL game, no matter where it ended up being. You’d never been to Dallas before, but you guessed it was about time, if there was a chance it was gonna be home some day.

“Yeah, well, that’s what best friends do,” you teased. “And girlfriends, too. So, can you get me a jersey?”

You’re 25 years old and there’s a million lights flashing around you.

It’s your anniversary and Jamie told you you’d go on a romantic boat trip. You hadn’t even known what that meant, but it turned out to be a rowboat, the moonlight, some great food in a picnic basket, and, well, the most important thing, Jamie.

Dallas was home now and you loved it, but most of all you loved being able to share in his dream with him. A dream that got even better when he was named captain, earlier this year. Him being an NHL captain meant you didn’t see him nearly as much as you liked, and sometimes road trips seemed to last forever, but every moment he was with you made it all worth it, and you knew this was it.

This was right.

You hadn’t expected much from your anniversary dinner, with Jamie being in the middle of a tough stretch and barely being able to even make an evening free, so you’d already been pleasantly surprised, and you hadn’t expected any other surprises.

Until Jamie pulls out a flashlight, and flicks it on and off, twice.

“What are you doing, James?” you giggle, taking the flashlight from him. “There’s not really an emergency, is there? Are we signaling aliens?”

“Something like that,” Jamie mutters, and that’s when seemingly a million lights - in reality, probably 20 or so - flash all around you.

You look around in wonder, and when your eyes travel back to your boyfriend, he’s sitting on the floor of the boat, awkwardly balancing on one knee.

That’s when the tears jump into your eyes.

“I had to call in a lot of favors, to get this many people waving around flashlights in the middle of a lake,” he says dryly. “Good thing the captain has some extra pull.”

“Jamie…” you start softly, but he interrupts you.

“Look, I’m not that good with words, we both know this, but I really wanna get this out, so can you let me talk for a bit?” He reaches up to take your hands in his and you nod, squeezing them.

“Ever since I was a little boy, whenever I felt scared, I just had to flash the light and you were there. I didn’t know many things, back then. I knew the sky was dark and you were afraid of thunder, I knew parents can love and fight, I knew sometimes the rain didn’t stop. And I knew that when I was lost or scared, you were there.

Like a flashlight, in the rain, or in the dark, you lit the way for me. You’re the reason I’m here today, and still to this day, you guide me through dark times, and you make the best times even better. And I know one thing, now.

I know I got all I need when I got you in my life, and I’m not willing to ever let that go. So will you please, stay forever, and become my wife?”

Tears are rolling down your cheeks now and you launch yourself forward into his arms. He catches you easily, but the boat rocks dangerously. You can’t bring yourself to care.

Whenever Jamie is around, you know you’re safe.

“Yes,” you whisper in his ear, “yes, yes, yes.”

Because he’s your flashlight, too, and you know he’ll be that forever.

That is, after all, what best friends do.

#jamie benn #dallas stars #jamie benn imagine #jamie benn one shot #dallas stars imagine #dallas stars one shot #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #nhl one shot #nhl writing #hockey imagine #hockey one shot

458 notes · View notes

drmedicsgamesurgery · 4 years

Text

Danganronpa Togami Volume 3 Part 5 (Summary)

You thought chapter 2 was over? Think again!

Thanks to @enoshima-pyon @shockersalvage @jinjojess @hopeymchope for helping out!

██████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ I ██ Why… am I still alive, █████, I am alive. I’m not in pain, either. I gently touched my face with my hands that were shaking with fear, and there was an odd feeling around my right eye. The same hard and sharp thing... had pierced me deeply. I used all my imagination to come to a conclusion. What happened was obvious. I made up my mind to try to pull it out, the rustling sound echoed inside my head, and Borges fell out of my eye socket with the bullet that was stabbed in it. It was a strange sight. In a sense, I felt that Borges was more intimate with me than even Byakuya-sama, just like my eternal twin brother. And it has been skewered like grilled octopus, and now it seems to be shivering in front of my eyes. Im sorry, poor little thing.

Borges was broken.

Borges is broken but Shinobu knows it’s not the time to be sad. They were attacked by a sniper and Hiroyuki is already dead. If she is still alive, it means the sniper can’t see her while she is in the corner of the room. She gets down on the ground, using her remaining eye to asses the situation. In the center of the room she can see Hiroyuki, or at least, who she thought was Hiroyuki’s face lying in the chicken he was eating, making it look like his head was a chicken. If it weren’t for the blood leaking out of him, she would have thought it was an elaborate set up. In front of him was the window which covered nearly the entire wall, with the glass shattered near the center. The sniper shot through the window and there is a mountain on the other side of it.

I didn’t know if the sniper was hiding somewhere in the mountains, and I didn’t know what kind of person he was. I couldn’t use the optical ranging function nor the infrared function nor the radio function nor the search function now. I couldn’t grasp more information. Although my left eye was still intact, it felt like my eyes were blindfolded. I really relied on Borges a lot. I couldn’t remember how I saw things before I put Borges in my body. I didn’t know anything. The only thing I knew is that I had to escape from that room. Therefore, I intend to open the door to the hallway, but the problematic thing is that if I want to do this, I must pass by Hiroyuki, and I must expose my whole body to the range of the sniper. This makes me unable to do so. I don’t know if I should work up the courage and try my luck, because the sniper is likely to be monitoring the situation in the room through a scope... But is that really the case? Maybe the sniper thought that I had been killed. After all, I was shot, and I should have already died on the spot. Maybe the sniper thinks I am dead, and now packing bags and getting ready to go home... Is that really the case? Since the opponent's goal is me, then the other party should know that my right eye is a fake eye, then I should also be aware that I am lucky enough to have that eye save my life... Is this really true? On one side is a sniper, and on the other is that my eyesight is now poor. I don't know, I don't know anything. Nothing is 100% certain.

I was hiding in the shadows and looked around the room again. The most conspicuous thing in the living room is the table and Hiroyuki’s body. Although you can see the luxurious sofas and paintings, they can't play any blocking role in the face of sniper rifles. The enemy is stationed in the mountains, and may be looking for my position through the big window. If this is the case, then the door leading to the corridor is within the range of the other party, so i can’t go that route. Although I really hope that there is another way to escape, most of the other windows are also within range, and even if I venture to open the window, it wouldn’t help, because we are on the top floor of the building.

I had two choices:

> Get out of the room

> Don’t get out of the room

She doesn’t think she’ll make it if she tries to get out of the room. She doesn’t have the strength of the SHSL Martial Artist nor the ability of the SHSL Affluent Progeny. She is just a secretary. So she decides to lay down and close her remaining eye. Soon she falls asleep.

“Are you awake?”

Shinobu wakes up at the sound of that voice. Was it Byakuya-sama?

It came from out of the window. Just like with the World Domination Proclamation, the voice came from the city’s broadcast system.

"It's me, 'Super High School Level Heir', Byakuya Togami. Are you sleeping well? Well, let me explain to you dullards. The deadline for the 'World Domination Proclamation’ ends today at 6 pm. There are five hours left. The world will soon be owned by me. You will be affiliated with me. Of course, this is equivalent to supreme happiness, but presumably you will still resist to the last second, trying to kill me and trying to uncover the secret of the 'pitiful cattle'.

"However, that is useless. Everything is useless. You also know that you are weak and pathetic. Just like you can't beat a chariot with a paper cutter, you can't beat me. This is a principle. A truth. No one can let Togami yield, no one can make me fail. You are like the gum sticking to the soles of my new shoes, seconds after I put them on... At most, it affects my mood.”

"Five hours from now, the world will be reborn. The unprecedented new world will be kicked off in my rule. This kind of happiness, this kind of luck, you will feel it in your bones. You can't stop it.”

"However, this is too unfair. Yes, this war is unfair from the beginning. In the face of an opponent like me, you have no chance at all. This overwhelming battle gap even makes someone like I have some sympathy for you. This once again proves that miracles like the Winter War [1], the Battle of Kollaa [2], and the Siege of Oshi [3] will not happen easily. I am-almost-saddened by this. Therefore, I have decided to be extra gracious to you.”

“I am in one place now.”

"A place that is commensurate with me. If someone were to visit that place before the deadline of the ‘World Domination Proclamation’, you will be glad to know I might be willing to talk and listen to you.You should be able to understand. Okay? See you later.”

Shinobu feels like she’s heating up. Is it anger or is she just regaining vitality? She doesn’t care about giving a name to that feeling. She found her way back to feeling like herself again, part of her own story and that is enough for her. She is just a simple secretary, a recording device, not a noble son or a god. And that is enough for her. However since she doesn’t have Borges she doesn’t have as much faith in her japanese language skills but:

I am the Super High School Level Secretary, so then I should go to my writing topic as soon as possible.

> Get out of the room

Don't go out of the room? It’s giving me a headache to think about that stupidity. I never thought about choosing the latter. I never want to sleep in this place, because Byakuya-sama is waiting for me alone. Byakuya-sama only wants me to go alone and look for him.

At the end of the speech, he did not say the collective "you" but the singular "you". He said, "You should be able to understand." That is to say, he only calls me alone, Byakuya-sama, he believes that I will go to him, if this is the case, then I must go to him, because I am his sister. I have to act, I must act, even if I have to gamble on life, I will not hesitate to gamble on everything. That's right…

“I’ll stake the Togami name on it!”

I stood up quietly and began to do stretching exercises, one, two, three, and my knees creaked whenever I bent them. I am not sure if this is the sound bones are meant to make but since Borge is broken, I can't get more knowledge on that. Now I can only rely on my own naked eyes and intuition, so if I don't force myself to fight, I will have no way to break through this situation. Isn't this just what I want? If you don't speculate or calculate, then you won’t be able to plan your move. I quickly moved to the side of the big window. The opposite of this large window is the door I longed for, about ten meters away. I beg you, I beg you, just a few seconds, give me time to let my body reach the place safely.

"Oh-"

I grabbed the thick cloth and ran forward in one breath. Fortunately, the cloth was not stuck, and it swung forward smoothly, covering the large window.

A curtain! Yes!

Shinobu’s plan went something like this: Cover half of the big window with the curtain so that both parties have only half of their vision. Then use the curtain’s barrier to run to the door, and then have them shoot so she can figure out their approximate position. She goes for it and a bullet brushes past her hair, barely missing. She rushes to the door and another bullet hits her side, however it doesn’t kill her Wondering to herself how she is still alive, she dashes out of the room in pain. She doesn’t want to go through the lobby, so she smashes through a window on the first floor and jumps out.

The window sill was unexpectedly high, and my butt landed firmly on the ground

I looked up and saw the sun. The heat outside, the blue sky and the wind that caressed the cheeks made me feel that I was still alive. I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. A book fell from my arms to the ground.

"Journey Under The Midnight Sun" had in it, a big hole, and spread out with the wind.

The book had saved her from any major injury.

The record of the existence Byakuya Togami, the text created by me as its medium, which has always been with me, rises like a group of butterflies flying in the air, and then flies away in the distance; Biography, my self identity, is flying away in the wind. I watched this scene, and I felt almost unbelievably happy. “Goodbye, my book!” An old writer who won the Nobel Prize once shouted, and he continued to write novels after that. Nothing much, just write again, as long as I am still alive.

"Thank you."

I did not say goodbye, but said such a sentence.

Borges, Journey Under The Midnight Sun, thank you. Thank you for helping me all this time, but... you were my compass and my purpose, and now that I lost you, what should I do next?

I suddenly realized that I held something in my hand, like a newborn baby. I remembered that when Hiroyuki was attacked, his hand had held mine. Much like Taro Urashima opening the jewelled box [4], I slowly opened my hand and saw that there was a piece of paper with only one letter written on it:

Translation Notes:

[1] The Winter War was a war between the Soviet Union (USSR) and Finland. It began with a Soviet invasion of Finland on 30 November 1939, three months after the outbreak of World War II, and ended three and a half months later with the Moscow Peace Treaty on 13 March 1940. The League of Nations deemed the attack illegal and expelled the Soviet Union from the organisation.

[2] The Battle of Kollaa was fought from December 7, 1939, to March 13, 1940, in Ladoga's Karelia, Finland, as a part of the Soviet-Finnish Winter War. Kollaa is often considered to have been one of the most difficult places to defend during the Winter War. It has been estimated that the Red Army fired almost 40,000 artillery rounds at the defence line during a single day, whereas the Finnish artillery could fire only 1,000 rounds per day at the very most. However the Finnish managed to come out victorious.

[3] The Siege Of Oshi (1590) was one of many battles in Toyotomi Hideyoshi's campaigns against the Hōjō clan during Japan's Sengoku period. Oshi Castle was a stronghold of the Narita clan in north-central Musashi Province. The Narita were originally vassals of the Ogigayatsu Uesugi clan and under the leadership of Narita Akiyasu completed Oshi Castle around 1479. The castle was built on a small elevation near the Tone River and used surrounding marshes and swamplands as part of its outer defenses. It was regarded as one of the seven most important strongholds of the Kantō region. During the Siege of Odawara in 1590, the daimyō Toyotomi Hideyoshi dispatched one of his senior retainers, Ishida Mitsunari, on an expedition to reduce the outlying castles still loyal to the Odawara Hōjō clan throughout the Musashi Province. Three days after capturing Tatebayashi Castle, Ishida's forces of 23,000 troops arrived at Oshi. On arrival they discovered that the Narita clan leader, Narita Ujinaga, was at Odawara with the bulk of his forces. He had left his home castle defended by only 619 samurai and 2000 local conscripts led by his daughter Kaihime and younger brother Narita Ujichika. After the castle refused to surrender, the castle held off numerous attacks from Ishida's forces. This included a copy-cat effort to flood the defenders using the same method that Hideyoshi used at his famous Siege of Takamatsu. Despite Ishida's impressive construction of 28 kilometers of dikes and torrential rains, the castle still held for over a month. Eventually the defenders only surrendered after hearing word that their lord had been defeated at Odawara.

[4] Urashima Taro is the protagonist of a Japanese fairy tale, who in a typical modern version is a fisherman rewarded for rescuing a turtle, and carried on its back to the Dragon Palace beneath the sea. There he is entertained by the princess Otohime as a reward. He spends what he believes to be several days with the princess, but when he returns to his home village, he discovers he has been gone for at least 100 years. When he opens the forbidden jewelled box, given to him by Otohime on his departure, he turns into an old man.

To Be Continued.

https://drmedicsgamesurgery.tumblr.com/GameSurgeryDRTranslations

#Danganronpa #Danganronpa:Togami #danganronpa togami #DRT3 Summary #Danganronpa: Togami #Part 5 #Time for mindfuckery #prepare yourself for next chapter #also i reccomend reading first #Kirigiri Sou #SO do that if you haven't #trust me you aregonna wanna do that

14 notes · View notes

cutesuki--bakugou · 5 years

Text

Thank you for the request! I hope it’s okay and that it helps you feel better~

—

A strong vibration pulled Bakugou out of his deep state of sleep, the light of his phone blinding him as he peeked out over the fabric of his pillow. The consecutive three vibrations told him that it was merely a text message, which wasn’t something that would typically annoy him. What did annoy him was the fact that the message came in at just after ten o’clock at night, which was way past his typical school night bedtime. His ass had been in bed at eight, and after an exhausting day of training, he was more than done with being awake.

Whoever that is can just fucking wait. I’m too tired--

Another set of vibrations and bright light interrupted his thoughts and he growled out in frustration, reaching out and snatching the phone from the bedside table. With a rough tug, he yanked it off the wire charger, pulling it up close to his face. Glaring at the screen, he tried to blink the groggy blurriness out of his eyes, struggling to see who had texted him. Even with fuzzy eyesight, he could clearly see the name of his lover, who knew that he had gone to bed already. Now a bit worried that something was wrong, he rolled over onto his back, unlocking his phone to look at the messages she had sent him.

[Name] 10:24 PM: Katsuki, I know it’s late and I’m really sorry, but can you come outside? I really need someone to talk to…

[Name] 10:25 PM: I’m out on the sidewalk…

With a small click of his tongue, Bakugou sat up, kicking his blankets off before he stood. She’s already outside? What if I didn’t wake up? I swear… Although he was a bit annoyed with that particular problem, he was more worried, and he didn’t even bother to put on the orange slippers that rested at his bedside before he left his bedroom. Moving quietly, or as quietly as he really could in his rushed state, he snuck down the stairs and opened up the front door to his home. He hoped that his parents wouldn’t hear him, but really, he wouldn’t give a fuck if they did. She needed him, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to leave her out on the street.

Making sure it was going to stay unlocked, he shut the door behind him and trotted down the walkway, glancing around for his lover once he passed the brick wall that surrounded the home. At first, he saw no sign of anyone, but a soft touch to his shoulder startled him enough to make him jump, quickly snatching onto the wrist and pulling the person in front of him. “What the fu--” Bakugou instantly snapped out of his rush of fear, quickly catching the woman before him as she tripped and stumbled over her feet. “Shit! Babe, for fuck sake, don’t just tap someone!”

“I-I’m sorry, Katsuki.” She clutched onto him as she regained her composure, obviously struggling to hide the emotions in her voice. “I figured I needed to be quiet… I’m better off that way, it seems…” It was then that she lost her composure, sobbing into his chest. Feeling his chest tighten, Bakugou gripped onto her upper arms tightly, unsure of what to say or do. He hadn’t been dating this woman for long, though he knew her for most of his teenage life, through middle school and now into high school. It was rare that he would ever see her like this, so broken and upset. Had he done it just then, when he tugged her?

“Hey, look, I didn’t mean to grab you like that, you just freaked me out.”

“That’s not what I’m upset about…” She finally looked up at him, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. Bakugou could tell, even just from the dim moonlight, that she had been crying for no less than a few hours at this point. Cupping her cheeks, he wiped the tears away with his thumbs, though they were quickly replaced. “What’s going on? Do I need to fuck someone up?”

A soft, short laugh escaped her lips, placing her hands over the top of his. “No, no… You can’t beat up my mom, Katsuki.” Bakugou scoffed, pressing his lips against her forehead. “Again?”

“Again… but worse. I… it’s just like I can’t do or say anything right-“ A hiccup interrupted her, hanging her head as she began to cry again. “I don’t even know what I did this time… but she just went off on me.”

Bakugou gently pulled her back into his embrace, resting his chin on the top of her head. “What did she say?” Sniffling, she held onto him tightly, clutching onto the back of his black T-shirt. “T-that I was a useless daughter… That at my age, I should be doing all the housework and cooking, on top of my school work. It’s like… she thinks I’m worthless.” Bakugou was silent as he allowed her to talk, though she was often interrupted by her own sobs and sniffles. The more she explained, the more frustrated he grew, wanting more than ever to whisk her away from that place.

“That’s all bullshit.” He stroked the back of her head gently. “I can’t say why she’s spitting that shit, or what she’s trying to do, but none of that is true. I mean—“ Pushing her off of him gently, he held her shoulders tightly. “Babe, you’re already one of the top student at UA. You work your ass off there and at home as it is. You are not worthless. And even if that… woman—“ His voice was full of venom as he said that word, finding it better than calling his girlfriends mother a certain word. “—can’t see that in you, then fuck whatever she thinks. ‘Cause…”

Bakugou found himself becoming embarrassed by what he wanted to say. Heat had grown in his cheeks, throat growing tight, stopping him from continuing. What edged him on was the bright interest in her eyes, no more tears streaming down those beautifully flushed cheeks. “Because you mean everything to me. And soon, we’ll be moving into the dorms, and you’ll be away from her. I’ll take care of you. And you will never feel worthless again, as long as I can help it. Got it?!” His last statement was quite snappy as he struggled with his words and thoughts, though that didn’t seem to matter.

A wide smile crossed her lips, eyes no longer teary with sadness. “Oh Katsuki… your so sweet.” Wrapping her arms around his neck, she caught him a big off guard with a sudden soft kiss. Quick to recover, Bakugou wrapped his arms around her waist, keeping her body close. “I’m not sweet. I’m just… telling the truth.” He mumbled as the kiss ended, feeling his cheeks and ears flush wildly with heat. Her wide smile wasn’t helping, but he couldn’t deny that he loved it. That he loved her.

“It’s getting late. Come on up.”

“But won’t your parents get mad?”

“Eh, I’ll make sure you’re out before they notice. There’s no way in hell I’m letting you go tonight. If you want.”

“Of course I want to, Katsuki. After what you just said to me, I can’t leave. I need cuddles.”

#bnha scenarios #bnha imagines #bnha writing blog #bakugou #katsuki bakugou #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #cutesuki scenarios #bnha fanfiction #fanfiction #bakugou katsuki #bakugou scenarios #bakugou x reader #request

254 notes · View notes

yourereallyhere · 5 years

Text

6x04 reaction post

HI I JUST FINISHED WATCHING THE EPISODE and im SO EXCITED to see everyones posts because I've being avoiding social media since 8 pm EST,, that was the best episode of the season by far and im FREAKING OUT so enjoy all the thoughts I had while watching since I was able to do this when I didn't watch live as I usually do and also come scream in my inbox (under the cut bc its pretty long)

⁃ Diyoza is a #sav

⁃ This convo bt Russell and Simone hmmm we know where this is going

⁃ MADI AND JORDAN ARE SO CUTE

⁃ Raven in a mechanic shop? This is an au fic

⁃ Everyone is so happy

⁃ “It will be like it never happened”..so if Clarke does it Josephine wouldn’t have her memories

⁃ But then Delilah wouldn’t remember Jordan

⁃ Poor Madi

⁃ Bellamy and echo where did you come from 👀

⁃ Bellamy’s smirk at Jordan

⁃ Oof Clarke is really warming up to sanctum

⁃ Bellamy follows Clarke what a good little night and e.cho is pissed

⁃ They’re all still in murder gear

⁃ HUNGER GAMES AHAHAHA DLCIWJFKXI

⁃ Simone is 😡😡 angry

⁃ Repent renew rejoice rebirth

⁃ THE B.ECHO SHOT AND THEN THE CLARKE SHOT AS SHES TURNING AWAY FROM LOOKING AT THEM

⁃ Russell is so cute yay for men showing emotions!

⁃ Oh clarke you’ve hurt people but we love you anyways

⁃ OHHH THE PRINCESS MECHANIC FIGHT I WAS RIGHT I love when that happens

⁃ HONEY don’t apologize for Shaw you didn’t do shit and you were the only one who even tried to save him pls spare me this bs jroth

⁃ Don’t make Clarke feel bad for having impossible choices that’s so fucked up everyone puts responsibility on her and as she’s said MULTIPLE TIMES she. Didn’t. Ask. For. This.

⁃ WHOOP there it is: bringing Bellamy into the convo

⁃ THAT IS NOT THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN CLARKE AND OCTAVIA ANS CLARKE DOESNT PRETEND

⁃ Awe Octavia is protecting Clarke that’s so nice

⁃ Errand boy is hot hot hotttt he should get with Octavia

⁃ Rose and Octavia is a duo I stand by

⁃ Xavier left that knife there on purpose

⁃ THE LANTERNS

⁃ Omg clarkes said “Leaving Bellamy in Polis” that’s her darkness of the past I’m not crying you are

⁃ And now they’re talking

⁃ AND SHE CONFIRMED IT

⁃ Clarke stop was literally the cutest thing to come out of that boys mouth ever

⁃ The Talk™️ but not really because The Real Talk™️ will have to be alone

⁃ WE BEEN KNEW THE IM SO SORRY BELLAMY WAS FROM A DIFFERENT CLIP

⁃ you’re,. my. FAMILy TOO ANJCICIWKJDJS. AAAHHHHHHG

⁃ YOURE TOO IMPORTANT TO ME

⁃ this is going down as one of the most iconic scenes ever

⁃ I have to pause every two seconds to type I’m too excited and don’t want to miss anything

⁃ HES SO HAPPY

⁃ THE HUG

⁃ Bellamy stop beating yourself up

⁃ They’re standing SO CLOSE

⁃ Xavier’s smirk I knew he left it on purpose

⁃ Awe raven found her lil hub maybe she’ll find a way to take the giant stick out of her ass

⁃ OOO a boy maybe he’ll replace that stick for his

⁃ I’m so sorry about that idk what came over me

⁃ But yea they’re gonna bang

⁃ He’s the prime from the pic raven was looking at

⁃ What’s their ship name ?? They both start with R .. Raver?

⁃ CLARKES A RAVER

⁃ AND SHES HERSELF

⁃ AT THE RAVE

⁃ oooo Bellamy’s gonna get jealous

⁃ that’s the wrong man clarkey

⁃ We need a reaction shot

⁃ CLARKES SMILING SO MUCH

⁃ omg Bellamy’s watching clarke and doctor man

⁃ E.chos watching him watching clarke ANGST

⁃ Don’t lie bell we know why you’re upset

⁃ B.echo fight gimme

⁃ Also bell that wasn’t the last time you were at a party the last time was in Arkadia at the end of the world with your blue solo cup and the girl who looked suspiciously like your wife

⁃ Omg BELL CALLING E.CHO OUT FOR BEING A ROBOT

⁃ how would the e.cho you knew on the ring do that if no one was in trouble or dying ?? Unless bell was dying of sadness

⁃ Also weird thing to say right after clarke apologized to him showing that she does in fact care when people are in trouble or dying

⁃ FINALLY TALKING ABOUT MONTY AND HARPER (HARPER HARPER DONT FORGET HER)

⁃ Wow Bellamy that was a lot of sass

⁃ I kind of feel bad for e.cho

⁃ Octavia is SO GOOD in this episode

⁃ FEAR IS A MOTHERFUCKING DEMON love that callback

⁃ Oh good grab the stick

⁃ YAS DIYOZA

⁃ NICE STICK THATS WHAT I SAID AHHAH

⁃ omg I knew rose was gonna die now clarkes gonna become the host but I’m sad bc she was so cute and smol

⁃ Octavia we know you’re gonna end up having sex with him

⁃ Diyoza is a cockblock

⁃ The ponytail is back YAS with braids this time

⁃ OOO I KNEW IT RYKERS A PRIME

⁃ I love being right

⁃ YES CLARKE ITS BEEN 132 YEARS GET THAT DICCCCCC

⁃ Clarke is so hot

⁃ And *invisible ink* horny

⁃ Delilah doesn’t want to forget that’s #sweet

⁃ Oo good job clarke he’s got abs

⁃ Banned by the primes hmm is this guy a spy

⁃ HE IS THE SPY

⁃ POOR CLARKE THE FIRST GUY SHE HOOKS UP WITH WANTS HER DEAD

⁃ Clarke couldn’t release her sin of leaving Bellamy

⁃ Poor Jordan

⁃ OH YAY CLARKE IS BEING SAVED FOR ONCE even if it’s by randos

⁃ That tear. Kill me.

⁃ I miss Bellamy come back to my screen bby

⁃ Also murphy Emori Abby Miller Jackson were just kinda kicked out of the episode lol

⁃ They’re gonna turn Clarke into Josephine at the end of this episode and the next or next few will be everyone else having to save her for once I think so it’s good that she and Bellamy talked a little bit before

⁃ I am all for e.cho showing emotion

⁃ I don’t like that everyone is drinking their problems away though

⁃ Oo they obva haven’t been together that long or e.cho would have told Bellamy the truth about her parents before this right

⁃ Ok the b.echo scene was cute but their physical interactions just look so awkward and I wasn’t a big fan of Tastas acting although it was better than usual

⁃ RUSSELL NO they’re not even giving her a choice

⁃ They bad bad

⁃ NO CLARKE

⁃ the flaaaaame destroy that stupid piece of shit already

⁃ How can Eliza Taylor show SO MUCH EMOTION while paralyzed

⁃ Queen of acting

⁃ They’re calling Clarke a vessel like she’s not a human being

⁃ OMG this is so good like bad for Clarke but plot wise SO good (even though we saw it coming) and when she was screaming I thought it was her getting clarkes pain but I guess it was just being reincarnated

⁃ THE HAIR TWIRLING

⁃ Yes you can work with that it’s Clarke motherfucking Griffin

⁃ that was the best episode of the season. scream with me in my inbox.

#the 100 #the 100 6x04 #the 100 spoilers #clarke griffin #bellamy blake #bellarke #eliza taylor

11 notes · View notes

fencheto · 5 years

Text

Forbidden - Part 4 (Dimon Romantic)

The story can also be found on Wattpad You can find the previous chapters here Feedback is greatly appreciated.

#simon cowell #demi lovato #Dimon #dimonshippers #au story #fanfiction #romantic #dimonstory

2 notes · View notes

retrievablememories · 6 years

Text

make it feel good (m) | taehyung

pairing: taehyung x black female oc genre: smut, fluff, and a lil bit of angst summary: in which two best friends realize what they've been missing out on this whole time. word count: 7.5k warnings: dirty talk, food play...if you squint, body insecurities a/n: i don’t know if this would be considered idol x reader since ole girl has a name but you can imagine her as whothefuckever (as long as she remains black...lmao) i just hate writing 2nd person “you” and it felt awkward to keep saying “she” so i gave her a name. i crossposted this to wattpad for like 2 seconds but took it down just so everyone knows. maybe i’ll post it again. also yeah this title is based off the childish gambino song lol.

His voice floats on the wind.

The air is cold, and she has to pull her oversized coat tighter around herself so she doesn't freeze. She thinks about buttoning the coat up, but her fingers are stiff from the low temperature, and she doesn't feel like expending the extra effort to flex them into such complicated positions.

She turns around to look at him. He is waving something small and indiscernible in between his long fingers, although she can guess it's probably a seashell or some similar object. From this angle the wind blows straight into her face, stinging her eyes and making them well up with tears. She turns her face away from the wind's assault and faces the ocean again, waiting for him to come over to her and display his new finding.

It only takes a few seconds before he's right beside her again. She feels him before she even sees him. His body heat radiates out in every direction, indifferent to the cold that leeches the warmth out of everything.

"Look," he says gently, his deep voice right in her ear. He holds his hand out in front of her. There's a small rock tucked in his palm; it's shiny with jagged edges and darker than the blackest night. His fingers curl around it as if he's trying to shield it from the wind. She cautiously brushes it with her index finger and it's a strange sort of smooth-rough texture. Still rubbing the surface of the rock, her eyes drag up and up, away from his hand until her gaze is resting on his lips, a bit chapped but still rose pink, and further up to his eyes, which are focused on the object in his palm.

Suddenly he flicks his eyes up to hers, meeting her gaze head-on, and she can't help the tremble that reverberates through her entire body. She pulls her hand away from the rock in a restrained gesture, trying not to move too quickly and betray her utter nervousness. In her haste, her fingers skim past his own and her skin burns. He smiles softly at her. His eyes, in this moment, are impossibly warm. They portray a multitude of things she can't bring herself to acknowledge, or figure out, or accept. Moments like these make her infinitely grateful for her dark skin; the heat spreading across her face won't be revealed.

She's hot enough just from the way he's looking at her, but she pulls her coat closer again—more out of insecurity than any real need for warmth. She averts her eyes in a way that she hopes isn't too obviously embarrassed or flustered, though she's sure he's already caught on to something. He has always been able to read her like a book, and with the increased proximity their vacation brings, she's not sure how much longer the both of them can keep pretending like there isn’t something steadily building between them. Her unmoved facade has begun to splinter and slip.

The sound of the waves does little to calm her nerves as she looks at a point on the horizon, impossible to see clearly from the cover of night.

"Taehyung, maybe we should head back now. It's getting late," Nayana says, keeping her voice as even as possible.

Taehyung stares silently at her for a few seconds longer, and even though she can only see him in her periphery, the simple action elicits a variety of emotions that make the corners of her mind fuzzy. Then he nods, pocketing the rock and giving her his signature boxy smile, as if nothing occurred. "Sure, let's go."

The walk back to the hotel is quiet. Not uncomfortably quiet—at least she hopes not—but there's a stillness that fills in the gaps between their minds and bodies.

There aren't too many people in the lobby this late. Most are up in their rooms tending to their own business or out partying—which is what their group of friends had opted for. It was Jungkook's idea, of course, and if anything was his idea, Lisa was up for it, which resulted in everyone else tagging along—everyone except Taehyung.

Nayana had decided to keep him company so he wouldn't be completely alone, which wasn't hard to do since their friends' excellent room-matching skills left them occupying the same room. Yet another undercover scheme to get them closer together and goad them into eventually revealing their feelings for one other. It was the kind of thing they were all acutely aware of but didn't speak on for fear of whatever consequences lie on the other side.

On the elevator ride to the fourth floor, Taehyung nudges Nayana repeatedly and makes faces at her through the elevator's mirrored panels until she finally smiles and shoves him back. He laughs, and her heart beats a little faster at the sound.

They get off at their floor and head to their room toward the end of the hall. Nayana trails slightly behind him so she can observe his back view, admiring his broad shoulders and long legs. He'd changed a lot since they first met; she still remembers the young, small boy he used to be. On occasions when she takes the time to really think about it, the contrast between his past and current self is jarring—but not in a bad way.

She is startled out of her thoughts when he looks at her over his shoulder.

"Why are you all the way back there? Are you staring at my ass?" He says it loud enough so that anyone currently in their hotel room could probably hear it, and she knows he's trying to embarrass her. Nostalgic moment = ruined.

"Ugh. Boy, shut the fuck up." Nayana snorts and rolls her eyes, and this makes him giggle. "Give me something to stare at and maybe I would."

"Are you saying I don't have an ass?" Taehyung asks teasingly as he slides the hotel key into the card reader. "Then be generous and give me some of yours."

"In your fucking dreams, Taehyung," Nayana scoffs and punches him in the arm. Their push-and-pull game of innocent flirtation is nothing new. But ever since her feelings for him began to tip away from merely platonic, his comments never failed to make her falter and sweat and wonder if anything he said could be an indicator of his own interest.

She's glad their friends at least had the decency to leave them in a room with two beds.

Nayana makes her way over to the far side of the room, near the window, where her bed is located. There's a balcony outside the window, and from her bed, she has a nice view of the ocean below when the curtains are pulled back.

"Do you wanna shower first?" Taehyung asks, hovering near his suitcase as he waits for her answer.

"I'm surprised you're not suggesting we shower together and save water," she responds, still looking out the window.

"I mean, I'm down if you are." Nayana doesn't even have to look at him to know he's smirking and raising his eyebrows in that way she (loves) hates. She laughs airily and sheds her coat and shoes before rolling over onto the bed, her braids haloing out around her head. She drops her purse onto the nightstand and pulls her phone out.

"You go first, I take too long in the shower and I don't want to keep you waiting forever."

While he's in the shower, Nayana's phone pings, signaling a new text message.

11:45 P.M. LaLisaaaa 💕💕 what u doing girl??

11:46 P.M. Nothing...just waiting on Tae to get out the shower. Why?

11:47 P.M. LaLisaaaa 💕💕 are u and taehyungie gonna have some fun?

11:49 PM We already went out and walked on the beach earlier...

11:50 P.M. LaLisaaaa 💕💕 u know that's not the kind of fun i'm referencing sis.

11:52 P.M. BYE GIRL. I have no clue what you're talking about me and Tae are just friends

11:52 P.M. LaLisaaaa 💕💕 but we all know u'd rather be more.

11:53 P.M. ANYWAY why are you texting me? You're at the club bitch ain't you supposed to be partying????

11:55 P.M. LaLisaaaa 💕💕 this place is lowkey lame. nothing but corny wannabe rappers selling mixtapes in here. i've already cussed out two dudes who tried to get at nakiya. yoongi and namjoon are close to losing their tempers. lucia's drunk af and jungkook is babysitting her. we'll probably be back soon.

11:55 P.M. LaLisaaaa 💕💕 thinking back on it, it's a good thing u ended up in the room with taehyungie instead of me. i'd h8 to come back and walk in on u getting ur cakes smashed to smithereens

11:56 P.M. Lisa.............please

11:57 P.M. LaLisaaaa 💕💕 😘 u love me. have fun . and know tht i slipped some condoms in your purse pocket. be safe bitch.

11:58 P.M. 🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿

Nayana grabs her purse off the nightstand and checks every pocket, just to see if Lisa was fucking with her or not. Sure enough, on the inside pocket, there is a strand of condoms tucked snugly inside. The backs of her knees tingle and her body grows hot as she allows herself to entertain the idea of using them...with him...who is currently still in the shower, very much naked and very much wet. Immediately after this thought crosses her mind, she squeezes her eyes shut and groans, silently berating herself.

Girl, stop! You're not even sure if he likes you or not. And even if he did...you cannot have sex with him.

The shower cuts off. Her heart rate kicks up. She zips her purse back up and closes out of her messages. Although she knows mind reading is impossible, she can't help but imagine what he'd say if he knew what she was just thinking. She lies back on the pillows and tries to look as inconspicuous as possible when Taehyung comes out of the shower, wrapped in one of the complimentary bath robes the hotel provided. "It's all yours," he says, and she nods before gathering her toiletries and entering the bathroom.

When Nayana finally comes out of the bathroom, she finds Taehyung lying on his bed still in his bath robe, watching something on his phone and eating from a bag of Hershey's Kisses. She pauses near his bed, her facial expression stuck halfway between amusement and incredulity. "Where did you get those?"

"I brought them with me," he says, wiggling his toes in the direction of his suitcase.

She raises one eyebrow, crossing to her side of the room and putting her dirty clothes away in a laundry bag. "Are you gonna share? 'Cause I feel some kinda way about you eating chocolate all up in my face when you know it's my number one weakness."

Taehyung pats the open space on the bed beside him. "Come watch this cheesy ass k-drama with me and you can have some." Nayana goes to take him up on his offer but hesitates when she realizes that she will be sitting beside him while he's wearing the robe—with nothing underneath. Taehyung notices the awkward smile on her face and sits up, his k-drama momentarily forgotten. "Oh, I can change if you're uncomfortable, I—I just—you know how it is when you plan on getting dressed after a shower but then you're distracted by something? Yeah, I—um, sorry."

Seeing Taehyung assume the opposite position in their usual interactions—flustered and stumbling—makes Nayana feel less embarrassed about her own chaotic emotions, and a small part of her even takes pleasure in it. Before she can think twice about her actions, she's already climbing onto his bed and tugging at his arm to pull him back down. "It's fine, you don't need to. We're friends, right?" She instantly regrets saying that, but it's the first thing she can think of to assuage his nervousness. He nods, but his responding smile appears just as strained as hers was moments ago.

Taehyung turns the volume all the way up and holds the phone so they can both comfortably watch it. They have to huddle closer than Nayana anticipated, and he's practically lying on her chest, but she doesn't mind it much. The bag of Hershey's sits in the minimal space between them and they take turns taking Kisses out of it. The wrappers collect in a little pile on the bed.

In the drama they're watching, a scene comes up where the main girl is being fed by her love-interest-slash-mortal-enemy after fracturing her wrist and being unable to lift the utensils herself. The overly romantic music combined with both actors' exaggerated facial expressions makes Taehyung burst out laughing. Nayana startles and looks at him with wide eyes.

"Can you believe that? Who does this?"

"What, feeding each other? You've never done that before?"

"I was more referring to the fact that she's letting her so-called enemy feed her with a spoon," Taehyung says, rolling his eyes. Nayana elbows him in the side. "But yeah, the feeding part is so corny."

"Really. It's kind of cute to me..." Taehyung throws Nayana a skeptical look and she instantly feels judged. She scrambles to put together a response before he can open his mouth. "I—I mean, isn't it obvious? It's not so much the act itself but it's the feeling of being cared for...knowing that someone else cares enough to make sure you're good." Taehyung's expression shows that he's turning something over in his mind, but he doesn't say anything. His eyes go back to the phone screen and she thinks that he's dropped the subject, so she relaxes again—until he says,

"So you like being taken care of?"

His words come out careful and measured. It's an odd question, and she wonders where he's going with it. She's hesitant to answer. The crinkling sound of him opening another Hershey's Kiss distracts a part of her mind.

"...Yes. Who doesn't?"

"You would be surprised," he mumbles. Before Nayana can ask what he means by that, the words are halted in her throat as she watches him balance the little piece of chocolate between his fingers and bring it up to her lips. It's so close that if she were to pucker her lips, she would touch it easily.

"What are you doing?"

"Feeding you."

A puff of air leaves her lips—the beginnings of a why?—but she decides not to ask. Because this is another of those precarious situations that could catapult their friendship into uncharted territory, and she is deathly afraid to go plunging into that terrain without armor, a shield, and a backup plan. So, she takes the candy without asking any questions. She's very careful not to close her lips around his fingers. This is already more suggestive than she thinks her poor cardiovascular system can handle.

Taehyung's mouth quirks up in a smile, but he doesn't seem satisfied.

"Now, feed me."

"Greedy ass. Weren't you the one calling it corny?" she jokes, but she reaches into the bag anyway. Her body thrums with anxiety and it takes a few tries before she can still her fingers enough to actually grab a Kiss. She wants to believe that she is playing it cool enough to where he won't pick up on her inner turmoil, but she knows that isn't true.

Nayana peels the wrapper off and guides the chocolate to his plush lips. He leans closer and opens his mouth, capturing the candy with this tongue. Unlike her, Taehyung isn't afraid of an overly intimate touch; he allows his tongue to glide across her fingertips. The thing that nearly knocks the wind out of her chest, though, is the way he keeps eye contact with her the entire time. The act of eating chocolate has never been so erotic. He makes it look like something wicked.

The phone is lying on the bed now, the k-drama paused and forgotten.

Taehyung unwraps another candy, but his eyes don't leave her face.

He feeds Nayana again, and again she avoids touching his fingers. When she has eaten the chocolate, she expects him to take his hand away so he can have his turn, but he doesn't. His fingers hover in front of her mouth.

"You—you have chocolate right...here." Taehyung presses his thumb onto her full bottom lip and swipes across, albeit much slower than he needs to. Her breath hitches and stutters at this action. She regards him with disbelieving eyes, her mind jumbled together with a hundred different thoughts. When he pulls away from her, he brings his thumb to his own mouth and licks the smear of chocolate away. His expression is unreadable—at first. But then he moves his hand, and she is almost horrified to see the small smirk there.

This single look changes something. Or everything.

For once in her life, Nayana doesn't think about the consequences, the aftermath, or the debris after the dust settles. There is nothing of importance to think about except herself, Taehyung, this hotel room—her hands, reaching for his face—his lips, pressed to her own and more delicious than she could've ever dreamed. A vulgar moan drips all silky and hot from the gap between their lips, and she realizes belatedly that it's her own voice. Taehyung laughs at her enthusiasm, but it turns into a moan of his own when he reaches behind her and grips her ass in his big hands.

The kiss is sloppy and far from the movie-perfect couplings you see on screen, but it is one of the hottest things she's ever experienced, so she can't complain.

With his hands still on her ass, Taehyung lifts her up and drops her down in his lap, rocking his hips to meet her when she settles. She feels his half-hard dick through his robe, rubbing against her through her pajama pants and underwear, and even with so many layers between their bodies, the feeling of him is indescribable. Taehyung sucks her bottom lip into his mouth and grinds into her again, although he quickly becomes frustrated with the muted friction. He slides his hand up her shirt to rest on her waist and his fingernails scrape against her bare skin, coming noticeably close to her stomach. This is what snatches her back to reality. Her reality.

Nayana jerks away from his lips and puts her hand on top of his to prevent him from going any further.

He looks at her with his eyebrows furrowed and his pouty, swollen mouth turned down into a frown. He searches her troubled face for answers. Some of her braids obscure her face, and he brushes them away. "Wh—what's wrong?"

"I can't." She lets out a pained groan and climbs off his lap to lie back on the bed, her arm thrown over her face. She is still uncomfortably warm and throbbing between her legs, but she tries to ignore it.

"I'm sorry," Taehyung blurts out, trying to keep the panic from rising in his voice. The sinking feeling that he might've went too far and singlehandedly destroyed their friendship brews in his stomach. "I'm really sorry—I should've asked you first. I shouldn't have—"

"Stop, it's not your fault," Nayana interrupts, sitting back up to face him. She chews her lip and casts her eyes downward, unable to look at him directly. "I...I want to, believe me, but..." She pauses a moment, thinking of a way that this could still work. "Can we at least turn the lights off?"

"The lights?" Taehyung questions it as if he's never heard of such a thing, and his apparent obliviousness doesn't alleviate her distress. "I...wanted to see you, but if that's what you want—"

Nayana rolls her eyes. "Taehyung, I don't want you to see me and think this was all a mistake. Or run away screaming." She laughs in an attempt to make it a joke, but the sound isn't genuine. Taehyung understands.

"Are you embarrassed of your body?" His voice is gentle, but in her defensive and vulnerable state, it comes off as patronizing. She struggles to think of a reply that won't hurt his feelings, not wanting to lash out at him.

"Does it matter?"

"To me, yes. I want you to see yourself the way I've always seen you...even though I haven't exactly said it. Because I didn't want to risk things with you. But I'm saying it now; you're more beautiful than I can put into words. Your body is beautiful. There is nothing you could ever do to run me away."

Nayana makes a noise of disbelief, although it doesn't come out as harsh as she intends. "Sure, okay. But you haven't seen me without clothes."

"I'd like to. If that's okay with you." Taehyung's voice is lower than it was a second ago and the difference makes her squirm. She chances a glance at his eyes and finds the same soft, melting look from the beach. She can't remember the last time someone has looked at her like that—or if anyone ever has—and this revelation makes the backs of her eyes sting. Sighing, she rubs her face. This is not the time to get emotional.

"Dim the lights," Nayana says quietly. "Don't turn them off."

Taehyung does as she tells him to while she clears the mess of candy wrappers off the bed. Soon there is nothing left on the bed but their two bodies, the raw sexual energy from only moments ago transformed into a more subdued, humming tension. They face each other. Nayana's eyes shift to different spots of the room every few seconds. Taehyung moves closer until there's only centimeters of space between their faces, his nose brushing hers. He moves his hand to cup the side of her face before pressing his lips to hers, firm, but not rough. She parts her lips to let him inside and he accepts, licking into her mouth and sucking her tongue. The other hand that's not on her face rests on the juncture between her thigh and hip. Nayana feels awkward with her hands at her sides, so she tentatively places her hand at the nape of his neck, running her fingers through his long hair.

When he breaks the kiss, she can't stop herself from chasing after his lips, and he chuckles at this. Giving her a chaste peck, he says, "I'll give you everything you want. Just be patient." He moves to her jawline and down her neck, placing open-mouthed kisses on the places he predicts will be most sensitive. Occasionally he pauses to nuzzle into her neck, breathing in her familiar scent of vanilla. This is not Nayana's first time having sex, but her body responds so quickly to his touch that it's embarrassing. By the time he makes it to her collarbone, she is soaking wet.

Taehyung's hand stays planted on her hip, kneading the supple flesh and, every so often, curving around to squeeze her ass cheek. "Tell me what you want me to do," he whispers, pausing his attentions on her chest to look up at her. Now she is the oblivious one, looking back at him in near-shock.

"I..." Some part of her is grateful that he's letting her do the deciding here, handing the reigns over so she won't feel rushed or taken advantage of. But the other part feels lost and without direction. What does she want him to do? "T—touch...me."

"I am touching you," he answers, smirking.

Nayana resists the urge to pout and roll her eyes. Always the damn tease. "I mean...touch my...touch m—my pussy."

Taehyung's resulting smile is wide and hungry as he slides his hand between her thighs, cupping her pussy in the palm of his hand. He makes sure to tilt his hand so the heel of his palm grinds against her clit. Nayana gasps and grabs his shoulder. "Fuck, it's so warm." He bites his lip hard, his hooded eyes sliding from her pussy to her face. He continuously rocks his palm into her clit while he busies his mouth with her breasts, latching onto one brown nipple through the fabric of her T-shirt.

"Tae," Nayana moans, pushing her hips into his hand to create more friction. He switches off to the other nipple, smoothing his tongue across it before gently biting it. Her grip on his shoulder tightens and her back arches, the action pushing her breasts further into his face.

"Hmm, you like that?" Taehyung grazes his teeth over her nipple again and he can practically feel her get wetter in his palm. "You like being bitten? You like being hurt?" Nayana's response is an embarrassed whimper, but she whispers yeah. Taehyung simply grins and files that bit of information away in his mind for later.

His kisses reach her stomach. Nayana lies on her back to accommodate him so the position won't be awkward, although she starts to fidget from nerves. The urge to reach down and push his head away is overwhelming, and she balls her fists up in her shirt to keep from doing so. Even though he's steadily rubbing her, it's not enough to make her fully relax and her body tenses up. Taehyung doesn't fail to notice. "It's okay," Taehyung murmurs, gingerly kissing her soft, slightly pudgy stomach. He moves at a slow pace to avoid making her too uncomfortable, glancing up to give her reassuring looks every now and then. He takes his hand off her and she sighs with disappointment, only to let out a high-pitched moan when he circles his thumb on her clit. Her legs tremble and her body heat increases but she still has enough sense of mind to notice his other hand on the hem of her shirt, and when he asks for her permission, she answers with a shaky yes.

Taehyung pushes her shirt up until it's sitting under her breasts and doesn't try to take it any further than that for the moment. "You're so soft," he sighs contentedly, leaving kisses here and there on the expanse of her brown skin.

He dips his tongue into her belly button for a hot second before moving down to the waistline of her pants. Nayana jumps when he does it and they both end up laughing at her reaction. It's a strange sensation, one she's never experienced before, but she decides that she likes it.

When Taehyung asks if he can slide her pajamas off, she takes a deep breath and nods, to which Taehyung says, "I need words, baby" and leaves a hot kiss on her abdomen that leaves her mind fizzling.

"Take...take them off, Tae."

He does so, taking his hand away from her neglected clit for the second time that night to pull her pants off and leave them lying somewhere on the floor. He gazes at the stretchmarks spreading across her hips and thighs and curving around her ass and he smiles. "You're so pretty," he hums, running his hands over her skin. He traces some of the lines with his fingers. "A work of art. But not just any art; you are the kind of masterpiece an artist spends their whole life perfecting." He settles down between Nayana's legs so he can get closer. "I wish we'd done this sooner. I wish I'd said something sooner. I've spent too many nights wondering," he holds her thighs apart, "what it would look like to have you all wide open for me."

"Ha—ave you?" Nayana's question comes out in a staggered breath when Taehyung chooses that moment to bury his face into her clothed pussy, his nose bumping against her clit. When she realizes that he's breathing her in, she becomes so flustered that she covers her face with her hands.

"Of course," he says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "I can't count the amount of times I've laid in bed with my hand around my dick, imagining what it'd be like to have you sit on my face and cum all over my tongue." Her lavender cotton panties are so wet that her lips are visible, and Taehyung prods his tongue against her hole before coming back up to lick her clit. "Can I taste you now?"

"Please."

Taehyung hooks his fingers into the band of Nayana's underwear and takes his time pulling them down, kissing each new exposed patch of skin until his lips land on her pubic mound, just above her clit. His eyes pin her under his gaze as he wraps his lips around her clit and sucks. Nayana tugs her lower lip into her mouth, her eyebrows furrowing from the pleasure rocketing through her veins.

Taehyung makes quick work of her underwear, tossing those to the side too, before he's diving in face first. He uses his long fingers to spread her lips open and drag his tongue across her pussy from bottom to top. He takes her clit into his mouth again, circling his tongue around it and sucking it at the same time, while he carefully slides one finger halfway inside. He searches with the tip of his finger until he finds what he's looking for, and he knows he's struck gold when Nayana clenches and bucks into his mouth.

Taehyung introduces another finger and curls them both up into that spot repeatedly, keeping a steady pace. Nayana relaxes enough to release one of her hands from its clenched position on her shirt and bring it to Taehyung's head. She grasps the strands of his dark hair between her fingers and tentatively presses his face closer. Taehyung tightly grips her thigh with his free hand and moans into her pussy, the vibrations making her twitch around his long fingers.

"Fuck," he gasps out, "this is too fucking good." Taehyung gives her clit a sloppy French kiss and lets his tongue roll around the small nub until Nayana is vocalizing his name in a broken cry and threatening to tear his hair out. "Pull it harder, baby. You're not the only one who enjoys being hurt."

Nayana is close. The way Taehyung speaks to her, his voice honey and velvet, only pushes her farther toward that shining peak. "Tell...me more."

Taehyung locks eyes with her and smiles like he knows something she doesn't. He increases the speed of his fingers. "What about, babygirl?"

"About...you—when you would think about me...at night."

"Ahh." When he speaks, Taehyung's mouth doesn't part from her for too long. He's intent on pleasuring her with both his words and his tongue; between every few words, he pauses to kiss and suck her clit. "I don't know if you even remember this...but there was this time we went to a festival...and you wore this red dress. It clung to you perfectly...it drove me crazy. I was half-hard the entire time." Nayana moans at this. "When I went home that night, I couldn't stop imagining...bending you over one of those picnic tables and eating you out right there...or fucking you in my car with people outside just feet away. It would've been so easy...to just pull your dress up and slide inside." Taehyung punctuates this last sentence by pushing all the way in and rubbing Nayana's g-spot until she is screaming and covering his fingers with cum. He finds the sight of her orgasm incredibly endearing, and he laughs as he keeps fucking her with his mouth and hands until she forces him away.

Taehyung sits back as Nayana takes a moment to catch her breath. He watches her with loving eyes and a wet face—an interesting combination. When she's calmed down, she sits up and captures his lips in a kiss, tasting herself in the crevices of his mouth. Her hand settles on Taehyung's thigh, dangerously close to the tent in his robe, and he suddenly realizes how painfully hard he is.

"I wanna touch you, Tae. Can I?" Nayana asks, her lips brushing his.

"Honestly, I'd let you, but I'm so horny I think I might cum the moment your hand wraps around me. I'd rather be inside of you when that happens."

Nayana might've laughed if he weren't staring at her so intensely that it felt like layers of her very core were being stripped away. She merely watches him as he pulls the tie of his robe apart, letting the soft fabric fall open and slip off his shoulders. Taehyung's dick is exposed to the open air—flushed, drooling precum, and curving toward his stomach. It's thick, but not too long, which Nayana is grateful for, because it looks like it's going to be a tight fit without the added trouble of having her cervix stabbed. As Lucia would always say; bust the walls out, not the ceiling. Yeah, thanks, Lucia.

"Like what you see? You've been staring for quite a while." Taehyung's tone is filled with amusement, but Nayana doesn't miss the hint of uneasiness lingering in his eyes. A giggle slips past Nayana's lips as she leans forward to kiss him.

"You're perfect." Taehyung makes a noise of appreciation, and before he can deepen the kiss, Nayana is sliding off the bed and heading to her nightstand to retrieve her purse. Taehyung's eyes are glued to Nayana's body the entire time. Taehyung grips his dick, thumbing the head and spreading the precum around while he commits her curves to memory. Nayana comes back to his side seconds later with the pack of condoms Lisa "gifted" her.

"You brought condoms on this trip? Were you planning on fucking me all along?" Taehyung asks, chuckling.

"Okay, number one, these are from Lisa, and number two, you didn't bring any, so were you expecting to fuck me raw? Because that's not happening...yet."

Taehyung bites his lip at the idea of yet. He pulls one of the foil packets off the strand and rips it open. "I didn't bring any on this trip because I wasn't really anticipating sex with my closest friend, but, you know..." Taehyung rolls the condom onto his dick and gives his shaft a few satisfactory strokes before tugging Nayana into his lap. The head of his dick slides across her clit and they both gasp. Taehyung tightens his grip around her waist and positions his dick with his other hand. "Are you ready?" he whispers, pressing his lips to her neck.

"Yes."

Taehyung thrusts up at the same time Nayana lowers her hips, causing him to slide halfway in. Taehyung muffles a grunt in the side of Nayana's neck. His dick twitches when she moans, long and low, in his ear. "Are—are you okay?" he grits out through clenched teeth.

"I'm f—fine," Nayana insists. She clings to his bare back for dear life, her fingernails leaving little indents in his tan skin. The stretch is unfamiliar and it stings—she's never been spread open this far—but it's a good pain. The kind of pain that leaves you crawling back for more. She craves more of that sensation. Before he can speak again, Nayana sits her full weight on him, taking him completely inside of her body.

When Taehyung bottoms out, his eyes roll back. He can only imagine what it would be like to be inside of something this damn warm and wet without the condom on, and he has to ground himself to keep from busting at the mere thought. His breath puffs out across Nayana's neck and collarbone as he screws his eyes shut and remains still. When Nayana experimentally rocks her hips against his, Taehyung grabs her hips with shaking hands, his fingertips sinking into the soft flesh. "Wait, fuck. Not yet." He kisses and nibbles along the column of her throat in an effort to distract himself and to work her up more. A few more moments pass, and he thinks he's finally calmed down enough to move.

Taehyung pulls out until just the tip is left inside and pushes back in—not harshly, but with enough force to make their skin slap when they connect. He does this again, pulling Nayana's body toward him at the same time so that she easily slides down his full girth, and again, and again, until he creates a steady rhythm that has them both moaning into each other's mouths. Nayana, still with her shirt on, now throws the useless article of clothing away, completely baring herself to Taehyung. Taehyung's breath hitches at the sight of her bare breasts in front of him, and his hips falter for a second before he increases the pace, feverishly fucking into her.

"Tae, yes, yes, oh fuck, don't stop," Nayana's pleas get louder when Taehyung takes a nipple in his mouth and starts sucking. He slides his hand from her hip around to the space where their bodies meet, gathering her wetness on this thumb before pressing the digit against her clit and rubbing in circles. Nayana tightens around him. This action spurs him on even more. Nayana lets out a shriek of surprise when her back abruptly collides with the bed, Taehyung throwing her legs over his shoulders. Their lips meet in a messy tangle of tongues and teeth as Taehyung rolls his hips, again searching for the spot that will have her coming apart in his arms.

"Fuck, please—" Nayana's breath catches and she chokes on her words when he strikes her g-spot, making her legs tense up around his neck. Taehyung grins wildly and relentlessly pounds into that soft, sensitive spot, driving her closer to the approaching end. The room is filled with the vulgar, wet slap of skin-on-skin, a sound that Taehyung loves, a sound that motivates him to fuck her into the hotel mattress until nothing escapes her mouth but punctuated gasps.

Nayana clenches around Taehyung almost unbearably tight, and he lets out a deep moan from the feeling; it's as if she's sucking him deeper within her body. Sweat drips off his nose and chin and lands on her own sweat-slicked skin—evidence of the hard work he's putting in. The pool of warmth in the pit of his stomach rapidly spreads to the rest of his body and he knows he's not going to last much longer, but he refuses to come before her.

"You gonna come for me? Come on, baby...come all over this dick." Taehyung's thumb returns to her clit and it only takes a few more well-placed strokes before she's finished. Nayana's mouth parts in a silent scream as she comes, her body tensing like a tightly-strung bow and her walls pulsing around his thick cock. Taehyung continues rubbing her clit, prolonging the waves of pleasure ebbing through her quivering body until she squirms away from his incessant hand.

At the sight of Nayana fucked-out and spent beneath him, his thrusts begin to lose rhythm, hips clumsily smacking into hers, and soon he is pushed over the edge, burying himself balls deep as the first spurts of seed shoot into the condom. Rough, broken moans spill from his lips as he works his way through his orgasm, thrusting a little more before finally coming to a stop. Taehyung's body slumps with exhaustion, though he makes sure to keep most of his weight off her. After catching his breath, he glances at Nayana to find her already looking at him. She regards him with an amused and affectionate expression. He dips his head to kiss her, though he can't stop himself from smiling.

Taehyung pulls out, slips the condom off and ties it before going to the bathroom to dispose of it. He returns with a warm washcloth that he uses to clean Nayana and himself with. His caresses are as gentle as they were at the beginning of the night, a contrast to the way he just plowed her into the bed moments ago. Nayana's eyes start to hang low, but there is something she must do before she can even think about sleeping. When Taehyung comes out of the bathroom again, he's about to climb into bed beside her until she says,

"Taeee...can you get my bonnet for me? I can't sleep on these pillows without it. It's in my suitcase...in the first compartment."

"Mm, sure." Taehyung kisses her cheek before walking over to her suitcase (still butt-naked). Even after everything that just transpired, Nayana's stomach fills with anxiety-ridden butterflies over the kiss. She's unused to this level of intimacy with Taehyung; every action is performed with intentions that aren't simply platonic anymore, and she doesn't know how to handle this.

Taehyung comes back with her bonnet in his hand, and Nayana reaches for it, but instead Taehyung plops it on top of her head. He laughs at its lopsidedness until he sees the unamused look Nayana levels him with. The laughter fades as he bends down so they're face to face and tucks her braids into the bonnet with meticulous care. It's impossible for Nayana to keep her face neutral and she soon breaks into a shy smile, averting her eyes from Taehyung's.

Bonnet secured, Taehyung turns the lights off and nestles under the sheets with her, her back to his chest and his arms holding her in a comforting grip.

"I...really like you, you know." His voice is tender. He fumbles over the word like, wanting to say something more but still afraid.

Nayana wonders if he can hear her heart pounding.

"I like you too, Taehyung."

Nayana wakes up with the sun blazing her eyes, legs tangled in the bedsheets, and a warm body pressed against her own. A warm body...

Everything from last night floods back to her lethargic mind. Her chest grows warm and her heart beats overtime. She turns her head around to look at Taehyung, who is still blissfully asleep, his arm draped over her middle. His features are soft and relaxed, a contrast to his normal disposition. A smile spreads across her lips at the sight of him.

Nayana's phone rings from the nightstand, signaling an incoming FaceTime call. Of course, it's from Lisa. She doesn't even remember bringing her phone to his side of the room last night. Against her better judgment, she answers the call, making sure to turn the volume down so Taehyung doesn't awaken.

Lisa's big, smiling face pops up on the screen seconds later. She's in the hotel room she shares with Lucia, standing outside on the balcony. "Heeeeeeeeeeyy sis—oh my God, is that Taehyung?" Lisa's greeting is cut short when she spots Taehyung's arm in the corner of the screen.

"Uh—maybe?"

Lisa screams so loud that Nayana is sure the annoying sound can rival every seagull in the area combined. Lucia's panicked voice pops up in the background as she rushes out of the bathroom to check and make sure Lisa didn't plummet off the side of the balcony or something. "Lu, come here! Look at this shit!" Lisa yanks Lucia by the arm, pulling the dark-haired girl into the frame. She's freshly showered and wearing nothing but a towel that she struggles to hold in place as Lisa jostles her around like a ragdoll. However, her eyes also widen when she sees the cause of Lisa's hysterics.

"Nayana, girl, is that you? Who's in the bed with you? Is that Tae? HAHA!" Lucia covers her mouth and cackles like a witch. Now the both of them are cheering, screaming, and laughing as loud as they can. Nayana is sure the beach goers on the sand below must be contemplating calling hotel security.

"I TOLD you it would work!" Lisa cries out, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. "Ya girl is a GENIUS! You guys need to listen to me more often!"

"Too bad you can't be a matchmaker for yourself. How long have you been eye-spying Jungkook and you still haven't made a move?" Nayana retorts, stifling a laugh. Lucia bursts out laughing and Lisa slaps her arm.

"Don't worry about me, girl. All in due time. In the meantime, we should leave you alone with that new boooooyfriend of yours!" Lisa reminds Nayana of a silly first-grader who sings the "K-I-S-S-I-N-G" song whenever she spots another potential couple. Nayana rolls her eyes. "We'll see you later, yeah? Unless you two decide to stay holed up in the room all day. You gotta tell me all the details!"

"Girl—bye!"

The conversation ends and Nayana is immediately back to staring at Taehyung. She's too wired to go back to sleep, and right now, there's no better sight to see than this.

Nayana doesn't know how long she lies there observing him, but eventually he wakes up. She doesn't even bother with pretending like she hasn't been watching him sleep. He blinks his eyes cutely and yawns, smacking his lips. They make eye contact and they both laugh.

"I could get used to waking up to this," Taehyung says quietly, voice husky. He cups her cheek in his palm and smiles. He shifts closer but yelps when something suddenly pokes him in the side.

"What is it!?

Taehyung reaches under the covers, searching for the object. When he finds it, he holds it up for Nayana to see. It's the pack of condoms, four still left over from last night. He raises his eyebrows and smirks.

"Wanna use the rest of these?"

964 notes · View notes

reddreadmarstons · 5 years

Text

Jack Marston x f!reader: Cleaning up nicely. Word count ~2000

Prompt 38: "Only in front of you do I want to look this cool always." (Note: This prompts wording is awkward, and "cool" was not used as slang in the early 20th century from what I understand, so I am changing it to " Only for you do I want to look this good.")

----------------------------------------------------------------

You got him. After a bloody battle with his men, you chased this bastard in to the caves of Nekoti Rock, and tackled him to the ground. As you were hogtying him and preparing to pick him up, you hear a voice behind you.

“ Well, shit, ya beat me to him.”

You were used to men trying to steal your bounties from you, so without thinking, you turn around and pull your revolver on him. “Unless you want to be tied up too, I suggest you get the fuck away from me!”

“Woah, miss!”, He chuckled nervously, putting his hands up, “ as fun as that sounds, I ain't gonna take him from you, you got him fair and square!” Although a bit scared, Jack also couldn't help being attracted by the combination of your beauty and your boldness.

As you calmed down, you noticed that it was Jack Marston, the son of the famous John Marston. He had a reputation for trying to be a stoic, tough guy, but you saw him for the first time acting nervous and making jokes. It was cute, in a way.

“Sorry, Mr. Marston,” you sighed in relief, “I'm so used to having men try to take from me, that it's my first response.”

“Don't I know it,” he nods. He is not surprised that she knows who he is, given the legacy his family left behind, "and you can call me Jack. You're like my ma was, a woman living in a mans world. My pa taught me to admire that sort of fearlessness in a woman.”

You blushed and looked away, “ W-Well, I mean, your pa was a smart man. I sure can look after myself, with no man to protect me.”

“Oh, I doubt don’t it,” he responds, with a wink and a smile. He was not normally so confident around women, but being held at gunpoint made him feel like he had nothing to lose, and he could feel some chemistry between the two of you after that. You were flustered yourself, for once. You usually had your guard up, but something about Jack made you feel safe.

“Oh, get a room!” The bounty shouts, agitated that he’s been caught and is still lying there.

Jack responds by kicking him in the head. “Hey, I'm talking to the lady here!”, which causes you to giggle. “Well, I ain't much of a lady, but I appreciate the sentiment. Now come on, I gotta get this son of a bitch to Blackwater jail”.

As you were putting the guy on your horse, you fell over as you heard a loud growl, and the horses ran away in fear. You were caught off guard when you saw a large grizzly running towards you.

“Miss!” Jack shouted, and without a second thought, dived in front of you to protect you. Quickly, he pulled out his buffalo rifle and killed it with a single shot to the head. You both breathed heavily, holding each other tight in panic over what had just happened. “You okay Miss?”

“Yeah...I'm okay. Thank you.” The two of you break apart, and Jack takes your hand and lifts you up. He looks down at the ground, somberly. “If only Pa could see me now,” he sighs. You put your hand on his shoulder and smile, “I'm sure he would be proud….” then switching to teasing, “although I'm sorry to say, you couldn't tell him you killed the legendary Umas, because I got him first.”

“Show off,” he smirks, gently nudging your shoulder, “come on, let's get out of here, I’ll ride with you to Blackwater.” Jack picks up the bounty, who is still cursing them out, while you retrieve the horses. He puts the bounty on the back of your horse and the two of you ride to Blackwater in silence, ignoring the angry man that's hogtied behind you.

The two of you arrive at Blackwater jail, and the marshal gives you $400. You give $200 to Jack.

“here,” you offer, putting the money in his hand, “I think you earned this for saving my life”.

“Well, it was my pleasure, Miss, uh...”

“ Y/N”, you reply, “ call me ‘Y/N’”

“Well, Y/N”, he smiles, “how ‘bout I buy us a drink to celebrate?” You laugh at his offer, “you mean with the money I gave you?”

“So is that a yes?” Jack jokingly asks, putting his arm out for you to take. You roll your eyes, link your arm with his, and walk over to the saloon together. “Maybe just one or two drinks”, you answer. You were both dirty, and you were covered in blood, but at that point neither of your particularly cared. However, you knew that it rarely stops at one or two, and next thing you know you've both had five shots of whiskey.

A couple of hours go by, and you are just loving this man’s company. He tells you stories about his adventures with his pa, with bounty hunting, about his time in a gang when he was a boy. You wonder if he would have told you any of this were he not drunk, but damm, was he interesting. You tell him stories about your own life, your own experiences, what made you decide to become a bounty hunter.

“Well, damn,” he says with a lustful look in his eyes, “you're a hell of a woman, y/n."

That look he gave you was just too much for you. Without even thinking, you cup his face in your hands and kiss his lips with intense passion. He jumps back, surprised at first, then closes his eyes and eagerly kisses you back, resting his hands on your shoulders. You pull apart for a second, look at each other with fire in your eyes.

“Well then,” Jack chuckles. You jump into his lap, and wrap your arms around his neck, leaning in for another deep kiss. It was so passionate, fiery, and just amazing. It was how you always wanted to be kissed. You feel him getting hard against you. He pulls away from you and leans his forehead against yours. “How about we go somewhere more private?” You nod, and he scoops you up and carries you to his room upstairs. You are already wet from anticipation.

When you get upstairs, he throws you on the bed and undresses you slowly, leaving kisses all over you as he makes it lower down your body. After taking off his clothes, he turns you on your stomach and gives you a sharp smack on the ass, causing you to yelp. You were not prepared for that.

“That was for pointing a gun at me!" he scolds, giving you another smack. “Now, I'm going to take charge.”

“Only because I'm letting you, Mr. Marston.” you sass back, and arch your back so he can fuck you from behind. You decided to let your guard down and do what he wants with you, for once, you let a man be in charge. Again, only because you let him.

He grabs your hips and enters you from the back. He thrusts back and forth roughly for a few minutes, which you had no idea you would enjoy so much. “Fuck,” you whine, “I'm close’.

Jack suddenly pulls out, turns you on your back, and renters you from the front.

“I want to see you cum,” he taunts. You claw his hands into his back and start to scream. “FUCK”. He covers your mouth while continuing to fuck you. “Ya want everyone to hear us?” You continue to scream with his hand muffled over your mouth as you feel your orgasm wash over you. You feel at peace as he remains inside you. “my turn…” he whispers in your ear. You kiss him deeply, and then he pulls out and cums all over the bed, moaning quietly as he does it. You lay next to each other, both on your backs, sweating.

“well, ain't that something” you laugh, as you snuggle up into his chest.

“I guess so,” he replies with a content smile on his face. “that was the most fun I've had in some time.” He wraps his arm around you, pecks you on the lips, and drifts off to sleep. You kiss his cheek and fall asleep soon after.

----------------------------------------------------------------

You both wake up the next morning, still wrapped around each other. You only remember parts of what happened after you started drinking, and he doesn't remember much of anything. That was okay, though. You both felt calm and safe. Jack admittedly was a little confused at first, but you just laughed to yourself.

“It looks like we had quite a night, didn't we, Jack?” you tease.

Jack was blushing, somewhat embarrassed. “yeah...uh, I guess we did.” He surprised himself. It was not the first time he woke up next to a woman after a night of drinking, but it was the first time that he had no regrets, and actually wanted to see the woman again.

You rest his head on his chest and snuggle in closer. “listen, whether you remember what happened last night or not, I hope it is isn't the last time we see each other, because I really do like you.” You chose to be upfront about your feelings, because you did not want him to think you were not interested after he potentially remembered nothing.

Jack was shocked. He couldn't believe this. He gave into his feelings and held her tight, “I think...I think I want to see you again too. But can I take you out for dinner and a movie next time, you know, like a gentleman?”

You laugh and smile, “Yes, I would love that. A real date with Jack Marston. Ain't I a lucky girl.” He smiles back and you give each other a quick kiss.

The two of you get dressed, and have breakfast downstairs. He then rides with you back to your cabin at Manzanita Post. “Tomorrow at 6 pm? I'll come and pick you up.”

“It would be your pleasure” you tease.

“See you then, madam.” He kisses your hand and rides off on his horse.

You were both so nervous, even though you neither of you were likely to admit it. You knew you did not need a man, and you did not have to be pretty for anyone, but you wanted this man, and you wanted to be pretty for him. You took a bath, styled your hair, put on some lipstick, and a silk green dress. You rarely wore dresses these days, as they weren’t practical for bounty hunting. People would tell you that you would never find a husband when you dress and act the way you do, but you did not give a shit, because you lived for adventure before you lived for some idea of what your life should be. Still, there was something about Jack that made you want to try looking like a lady, if only for him.

On the other side, Jack had stopped caring about his appearance after all of the shit he went through. He knew though that he was going on an actual date, and for the first time in a while, felt that he needed to dress to impress. He went to Blackwater to get a haircut and a shave. He put on an elegant suit that his father used to own. He always felt lucky when wearing it, like he could cheat at poker and not get caught.

At 5:30 pm, he got on his horse and rode off to Manzanita Post to pick up his date. You came outside and he was stunned by how well you cleaned up. You were beautiful before, but he was so flattered that you put in this much effort for him. Likewise, you couldn't believe how handsome he was when he took care of his appearance. You held each others hands, and looked into each others eyes.

“Wow,” he took a deep breath, “you're so beautiful.” You can't help but blush.

“Only for you do I look this good,” you chuckle. “ Don’t let that get to your head, though. From the way it looks, I'd say you put in all this effort just for me too.

“You're right about that, Miss Y/N” he smiles, lifts up your chin and gently kisses your lips. “Oh, is it okay for me to kiss you before the date starts?”

You roll your eyes and gently nudge his arm. “I didn't know there were rules for this kind of thing, Marston”. You both laugh, as he took your hand and helped you climb onto his horse. You loved how he was so rough in the bedroom, yet such a sweetheart otherwise. You wrap your arms around his waist tightly and lean your head on his shoulder as you ride into Blackwater for the evening.

#jack marston x reader #jack marston #i cant believe i wrote this #john marston #my post #jack marston x f!reader #fluff

49 notes · View notes