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avatar-anna · 1 year

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Unknown Number

someone made a request about reader accidentally being given harry's number, but i accidentally deleted it, so if you requested it, here it is!

(the text chain will be from harry's point of view)

italics: y/n (unknown number)

bold: harry

Part Two

Part Three

Unknown Number (UN): heyy. i had a really good time the other night. maybe we could do it again sometime? xx (click to download image)

Harry Styles (HS): How did you get this number?

UN: you gave it to me?

UN: last night at the pub? marcus, right?

HS: No. You have the wrong number.

UN: is this a joke? are you fucking with me right now?

HS: No.

UN: oh my god

UN: i feel like such an idiot

UN: one of the first times a guy gives me his number at a bar and he gives me the wrong number

UN: probably on purpose too

UN: i should've known when he left his OWN APARTMENT the next morning but i was actually hopeful

UN: and now i've made an ass of myself here too. sorry to bother you i'll leave you alone. sorry again

(one hour later)

HS: It's okay. Sorry about that guy. Sounds like a jerk.

(twenty minutes later)

UN: it's fine, i guess

UN: i wasn't in love with him or anything but he could've had the decency of expressing his disinterest himself instead of hiding behind a fake number.

HS: That is quite a dick move.

HS: I'm not gonna lie, I wasn't expecting that text. I didn't open the picture either by the way.

UN: thank you. for a moment i was worried i was messaging a creep, but hopefully you're not a creep

UN: i mean you could be still and i'd have no idea

UN: maybe i should stop texting you

(ten minutes later)

HS: I'm not a creep.

UN: that's exactly what a creep would say

HS: I don't really know how to prove it to you. You're the one who sent me a photo of yourself half naked. You could be the creep.

UN: you said you didn't open it!

HS: I was trying to be polite!

UN: great now some 40 year old living in his parents basement has one of my nudes

HS: I'm not 40! And I don't live in my parents basement

UN: you text like an old man

HS: wuld u rather i txt like ths???

UN: no but i'm just saying i don't know many people my age who use proper punctuation in text messages

HS: Well I might not be your age, but I'm certainly not 40

UN: "certainly not." you're right. you sound like my grandpa

HS: I suddenly regret restarting a conversation with you

UN: you know despite the fact that you might be catfishing me, i've enjoyed this. i feel like i'm doing what all the other teen girls did in high school at sleepovers

HS: So you're out of high school.

UN: creep!

HS: You outed yourself, that's not on me.

UN: you...might be right

UN: can you tell me something about yourself to make it even? there's always a possibility that you could be lying and i have no reason to trust you, but...idk i feel like i can

HS: Well that's stupid.

HS: But I suppose since I've already seen you partially naked...

UN: i'm blocking your number

HS: My first name is H, and I'm 20 years old.

UN: h? just the letter h?

HS: You could be a creep too for all I know

UN: fair enough. i'm june

HS: Full name? Wow, you really are a dummy.

UN: don't get your 60 year old panties in a twist. it's a nickname

HS: June is a nickname?

HS: And I'm not 60.

UN: june. june bug. that's what the folks call me

HS: Folks? Now who sounds old?

UN: whatever

(thirty minutes later)

HS: Well, it was nice talking to you, June. June bug.

UN: you too h

(three days later)

June (J): you're a guy right?

HS: I'm sorry?

J: well when i first texted you i thought you were a guy, but you weren't THAT guy, so i have no idea

J: i just assumed but i thought i would ask

J: plus i need solicited guy advice and if you're not a creep i would really appreciate it

HS: We're back to me being a creep?

J: it's a risk every time i text you

J: so? are you a dude?

HS: Yes.

J: great! can i ask you something?

HS: Um...I guess...

J: ok. would you ever get offended if a woman covered their drink during a conversation with you?

HS: I'm not following...

J: like say we're at a bar and we're talking and i turn my head away for some reason but i put my hand over my drink until i look back at you to prevent it from being spiked. would you be offended by that?

HS: No. Why?

J: see? i don't think that's unreasonable. some loser got mad at me for doing that. well EXCUSE ME for not immediately trusting the guy i matched with on tinder

J: who was not as cute in real life i might add

HS: You don't have the best taste in guys.

J: that is not advice!

HS: Okay, here's my advice: don't swipe right on guys who have mirror selfies in their profile.

J: ...

J: ok fair enough but it's not like prince charmings are falling from the sky. it's hard out here

HS: I'm sure.

J: what you don't have the same problem?

HS: I don't really date.

J: in like a douchey way? are you one of those guys who say they just fuck?

HS: I just don't have time for dating, I guess.

J: so no special someone?

HS: No.

(four hours later)

HS: If you asked for advice, does that mean I can too?

(one hour later)

J: sorry i was at work

J: and i don't see why not

HS: What do you think about guys who wear skinny jeans?

J: hm...i think styled right it could be nice

J: YSL is kind of pushing the whole skinny jeans and chelsea boots thing which might eventually trickle down to the losers i match with on tinder so...why not? i say dress how you want

J: any guy who has a good sense of style is sexy to me

J: sorry if that wasn't the answer you were looking for

HS: Yes and no. I've been experimenting with different styles. Sometimes I get a little in my head about it.

J: doesn't everyone?

HS: I guess you're right.

HS: Do you follow fashion shows and things like that?

HS: That's not too personal, is it?

J: no, but it's kind of embarrassing

HS: Not as embarrassing as sending a complete stranger a picture of yourself in your bra

J: harsh...but fair

J: fashion is kind of my religion

J: i'm trying to become a stylist. keyword trying

HS: That's cool!

J: tell that to my family

HS: they don't support you?

J: nope! but i'm gonna do it anyway!

HS: Do you have a favorite designer?

J: it kinda depends on the year and who was creative director at the time, but the first time i got my hands on vintage vivienne westwood i was hooked

J: you?

HS: I'm just starting to explore the fashion world I guess you could say.

J: well lucky for you i happen to be a bit of an encyclopedia when it comes to house codes

HS: House codes?

J: oh boy. i hope you're comfortable. we might be here a while

(two days later)

HS: Have you ever had rumors spread about you?

J: i don't think so

J: oh wait! in eighth grade this girl in my class told everyone i made out with a boy at the school dance which was NOT true

J: it was just a peck

HS: Naughty.

J: it was harmless. why do you ask?

HS: There's a rumor going around about me. It's just frustrating when people actually believe it. sometimes it gets to the point where i start to believe it myself.

J: i'm sorry. i won't pry or anything, but i know what it feels like to not be understood

HS: I just hate the feeling of being under a microscope. It's exhausting. I feel like my life isn't my own sometimes.

J: that sucks

J: sorry that was in no way helpful, but i don't really know what to say. is there someone you can talk to about this?

HS: ...

J: oh! i actually feel kind of honored

J: well, obviously i don't know the whole situation, but maybe try and surround yourself with people who don't scrutinize you so much?

HS: Easier said than done.

J: true but i think if you have a solid group of people who know you and understand you and like you for who you are, it's easier to deal with things like rumors and being under the proverbial microscope, you know?

J: and don't be afraid to get rid of the toxic people in your life! it's not easy but you'll be better off in the long run

HS: sometimes it's hard to tell who's toxic and who's not

J: start with the people who would never believe a rumor about you, or the ones who would never START one about you

HS: Well said, June Bug.

J: thanks! maybe i should entertain a career in counseling

(one month later)

HS: Why June Bug?

J: i was born in the summer. it was a nickname my grandparents gave me. been called that ever since

HS: That's sweet.

J: there are worse nicknames i suppose. i have a cousin that got stuck with chip because he used to stuff his face like a chipmunk when he was little

HS: Yikes.

J: you're telling me

(three weeks later)

J: have you ever danced alone in your bedroom to stevie nicks?

HS: Have you?

J: i have, and can i just say she does NOT get enough credit as a songwriter?

HS: Edge of Seventeen?

J: edge of seventeen

J: i went on a date last week with a guy who had the AUDACITY to call her music mediocre

HS: You didn't see him again did you?

J: ...

HS: June!

J: just once! and only because he had really nice hands

HS: I don't get how that would make you stay with a stevie hater...

J: REALLY nice hands ;)

HS: You disappoint me sometimes.

J: ;))))

(fifteen minutes later)

J: hey you never answered my question about dancing in your room!

HS: ...No comment...

(one week later)

J: you ever been in love, h?

HS: I can't say that I have. Have you?

J: no ://

J: i think i want it too much. i've always just been in love with the idea of falling in love, you know?

J: but the reality isn't what i thought it would be

HS: I'm sorry.

HS: It probably won't help but I'm sure you'll find someone. You seem like a great person. Anyone would be lucky to be with you.

J: aw h you're making me blush!

HS: But perhaps you should stop looking for love on a hookup app

J: annnd good feeling gone

(two weeks later)

HS: Guess who has two thumbs and got invited to Paris Fashion Week!

J: no fair!

J: and that joke doesn't work if i can't see you point to yourself. it doesn't work period

HS: I will let that slide because I know you're just jealous.

J: are you kidding me? OF COURSE i'm jealous! i can't believe you get to see Alessandro Michele's work up close

HS: Who?

J: don't think because we only communicate through text that i can't strangle you

HS: Relax. I'm only joking.

HS: Alessandro is a friend ;))

(ten minutes later)

J: sorry i just had to scream into my pillow

J: what exactly do you do again?

HS: I told you. I work in the industry.

J: but that could mean anything! the cosmetics industry, the movie industry, the meat packing industry...

HS: Meat packing?

J: you know what i mean!

HS: I do a lot of PR.

J: see. that wasn't so hard now was it?

HS: Can I go back to gloating?

J: only if you promise to give me a full report afterwards you go to all the shows

HS: Deal.

(four days later)

HS: Favorite movie?

J: that's hard...

J: it's probably cliche but the devil wears prada

HS: Good choice.

J: what about you?

HS: The Notebook.

J: really?

HS: Yes. Why?

J: do you say that to impress girls or because it's actually your favorite?

HS: Would you rather I have said a film with lots of car chases?

J: no

J: but i went out with a guy who was a film major once

HS: Is that a bad thing?

J: let's just say it won't be happening again

J: he thought he was superior for disliking popular movies. i hate that

HS: Well, I love The Notebook and I love Ryan Gosling

J: now THAT is something we can agree on!

(six weeks later)

J: BIG NEWS

J: LIKE HUGE

J: GROUNDBREAKING

HS: And here I was thinking you forgot about me.

J: i texted you yesterday

HS: You asked me if my dick could move on its own.

J: a legitimate question! i nearly had a heart attack when i saw it in person

J: but i was also weirdly fascinated. my question was purely scientific!

HS: You said you had news?

J: right!

(twenty minutes later)

HS: Are you making me wait to create anticipation?

J: no sorry i got a phone call.

J: i got my first real gig as a stylist

HS: That's great! Congratulations!

J: thanks

HS: You don't sound excited anymore. What happened to all caps?

J: my mother happened

HS: Still not on board, then?

J: she told me it was a waste of time and that i should get a real job

HS: You're still gonna take it though right?

J: i don't know. maybe she's right. the pay is less than ideal. more like i'm being paid in experience, and it's not the clientele i was imagining...

HS: But it's a foot in the door, right? That's something.

J: i guess

HS: Make connections. Get good references. And who knows, you might actually enjoy yourself.

J: you're right.

J: it's for some up and coming band that's going on tour. pretty sure i was what they could afford

HS: Don't sell yourself short. You're gonna do great.

J: thanks. i hardly even know you and you're currently my biggest supporter

HS: What happened to Bill?

J: ancient history

HS: What was wrong with him? He seemed nice.

J: yeah

J: his girlfriend thought so too.

HS: On behalf of all men: Sorry. We truly are the worst.

J: agreed. what about you? still single?

HS: Yes, though people keep trying to set me up on dates.

J: the horror!

HS: Ha ha

HS: I just want to meet someone on my own terms.

J: i get that

J: i just want to meet someone who's actually a decent human being

HS: I'll be on the lookout.

(three weeks later)

J: i think i've decided that tour life is not for me

HS: oh?

J: yeah. sitting on a bus for hours and hours with only myself to keep me company? no thanks

HS: it can't just be you on the bus can it?

J: no but i have a hard time making friends right away. and a lot of the crew for this tour are older than me

HS: are your clients nice at least?

J: yeah. one of them tried to hit on me, which i guess i should take as a compliment, but i am on the clock. no flirting for me

HS: a professional then. or are you not into the musician type?

J: not sure. i haven't dated one before

J: i told you that the other day

HS: right. must've slipped my mind

HS: but back to taste in men. is it all about looks for you or do you like funny guys?

HS: are you the type to sleep with someone on the first date? because i feel like that's very telling about a girl

J: who is this?

HS: what do you mean? it's me

J: it's not. you're not texting like a middle aged woman and you're acting like a total ass

HS: Sorry. I thought I'd try something new. And I was just curious. Can't blame a guy for asking right? You did send some guy you barely knew a picture of yourself

HS: It was very wholesome by the way. Maybe try a little more skin next time and you'll get the response you want. You can practice here if you'd like.

J: oh my god

HS: What?

J: this was a mistake. i'm such an IDIOT

J: was this some kind of prank?

J: whoever you are, you're sick

J: don't text me again

HS: June, I'm so sorry. That was my friend he was just being stupid.

HS: Last time I leave my phone anywhere.

HS: June?

HS: June please.

HS: That wasn't me I swear!

HS: I'm sorry.

(three weeks later)

HS: Day 21 of trying to get you to respond.

HS You probably blocked me which is fine. I don't blame you.

HS: But if you DO happen to read these and are just ignoring me...

HS: I'm sorry. Again. For like the millionth time.

J is typing...

HS: June?

J: i should've blocked you

HS: Why didn't you?

J: because as insane as it sounds, you've become a close friend

HS: I feel the same. I'm really sorry about before. I swear it was one of my mates. I would never say something like that.

J: that's what makes this whole thing crazy! i don't actually know you, so how do i know if i can trust you?

HS: I mean you even noticed that he wasn't texting like me. I would never ask you questions like that, June. I never have.

HS: And I do NOT text like a middle aged woman by the way

J: i guess that's true

J: i think it just doubled down the fact that we don't actually know each other. this whole thing is ridiculous if you think about it too long. it gives me a headache sometimes.

J: i know we've joked about it but...this could be potentially dangerous

HS is typing...

HS: I could send you a voice note.

J: you would do that?

HS: You're right. This whole thing is ridiculous but...I don't know, I trust you, and I consider you a friend.

J: a friend you say?

HS: That's all I'm willing to admit for one day

J: and what about tomorrow?

HS is typing...

HS (voice recording): Maybe tomorrow I'll admit a little more.

(one day later)

Y/n hated how much her stomach flipped every time her phone pinged with a new message.

It was so reckless and dangerous and utterly ridiculous. She didn't know who H was, she didn't even know what time zone he lived in, and yet she felt like she knew him.

And after hearing his deep voice—deep British voice—on the voice recording, Y/n determined that he wasn't some creep in his forties like she'd originally thought.

Since sending that voice recording, they'd sent each other messages like that all night. And by all night she meant all night. They stayed up late sending voice recordings back and forth. It was the longest conversation they'd held to date, which was surprising considering that they often missed each other during certain hours. Just based on what hours of the day they texted the most, Y/n figured H lived somewhere in Europe, which gave her peace of mind considering he couldn't exactly kidnap her if he was a whole ocean away. But the last couple weeks their schedules seemed to be lining up, though Y/n chalked it up to all the traveling she'd been doing lately.

One thing she was certain of was that she adored H's voice. It was soft and deep, but got raspier the longer they spoke. And at times he would whisper in his messages, like he had to keep his voice down. The hushed tones made her shiver.

Y/n didn't call H, and he never offered. But she wanted to, boy did she want to. No matter how terrifying that thought was. A full-fledged phone call seemed more...real to Y/n. With the messages, she and H were still in their little bubble. It was stupid, but she needed that bit of separation. She was becoming attached to someone she'd never met.

Walking through the halls of a stadium in Canada, Y/n pulled up past conversations with H. It was too embarrassing to admit to anyone out loud, but she felt like she really knew him. He was endearing, had a silly sense of humor, had good taste in music, and was honest. Well, as honest as either of them could be. Outside of the one slip up with H's friend, Y/n believed what he said to her over text. Maybe that made her naive, but their conversations were legit. He felt like a friend, and she knew he felt similarly.

Maybe tomorrow I'll admit a little more.

Y/n had no idea what that could mean. She of course knew what she wanted it to mean, but what she wanted rarely ever lined up with reality.

Y/n looked up from her phone to make sure she didn't pass the right door. The one in front of her read, Harry Styles in big bold lettering. She quickly hurried past and continued down the hall to where the dressing room for Five Seconds of Summer was.

Harry Styles was a bit of an enigma. Even though she was on the same tour as him and One Direction, Y/n hardly ever saw him. And when she did, his nose was always in his phone, completely closed off to the world around him. He just had this vibe that said, "don't talk to me," and Y/n received that message loud and clear. The Five Seconds of Summer boys seemed to get on with all the members of One Direction, but Y/n usually made herself scarce whenever they came by the dressing room, for no other reason than too much testosterone in one room.

"You want to come out after the show, Harry?" Y/n heard one of the boys ask. Michael.

"Um...No. I think I'll have to pass tonight, boys. Sorry."

"What? Big date tonight?"

"Something like that."

Y/n felt frozen to the linoleum floor. She knew that voice. She'd spent all night listening to that voice.

"Holy shit."

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wileys-russo · 5 months

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childhood sweethearts (12) II a.russo x reader

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childhood sweethearts (12) II a.russo x reader

"took your time!" you stepped aside as the two taller boys pushed inside making you roll your eyes. "please, come in!" you gestured sarcastically, slamming the door shut behind you. "get off russo." you huffed, smacking away gio's hand as he ruffled the hair you'd just finished doing.

"that was not an hour. that was forty minutes you're lucky i'm ready!" you warned them both, kicking harry's feet off your coffee table with a glare. "forty minutes is an hour in guy time, you'll learn." your brother dismissed with a wave.

"nice place shortstack, teachers salaries must be better than i thought." gio whistled as he wandered around your living room. "not really." you chuckled honestly with a shrug. "she's just good at saving money, squirrels it all away like a little mouse." your brother teased pulling a face.

"i had to! you and lil were always stealing it from me." you shot him a filthy glare as he held his hands up. "you have no evidence of that." he grinned with a wink. "hang on. you're not wearing that are you?" gio narrowed his eyes and pointed at you accusingly.

"yeah. why? whats wrong with it?" you frowned, playing with the hem of your jumper. "it's sky blue!" gio groaned without explaining as your frown deepened. "oh he knows the color wheel! good job buddy." you mocked sarcastically with a clap.

"manchester city are sky blue you idiot. we support arsenal, go find something red!" harry chimed in pointing away as you scoffed. "sorry i didn't know there was a dress code for a football game." you rolled your eyes.

"no it's fine we'll just get you a jersey from the armory. go find a hoodie or something, but not blue!" gio dismissed, shooing you off toward your room. "all this over a stupid fucking football match." you mumbled to yourself as you left, both boys yelling at you for the comment.

"can we go now?" you sighed, gesturing to yourself as the boys nodded, dressed in distressed blue jeans, a black hoodie and a black puffer vest on over the top, harry hauling himself to his feet.

"yes we can now you no longer support the enemy. so are you still allergic to football or have you actually grown up?" gio threw his arm over your shoulder guiding you away as you grabbed your keys, leaving the lights on and locking up.

"oh she's still deathly allergic, pretty sure she thinks the ball is a square." harry grinned as you flipped him off and buckled up, gio immediately beginning a rambling recount of all of the rules and history as harry started the car and you sat in the back with a sigh.

you contemplated texting alessia to let her know you were coming but the first moment your fingers touched the device to pull it from your pocket it was snatched from your hand.

"you're a teacher shortstack you should know better than to have a phone out in class, football school is in session and there will be a test." gio grinned wolfishly dropping your phone into the front console and ignoring your protests to have it back.

the three of you split up as you arrived to the emirates and your eyes almost bugged out of your head at the amount of people wandering around. "they're all here for the match?" you asked in disbelief, harry disappearing to get some food as gio dragged you off to get a jersey, again ignoring your protests.

"yeah! you've clearly been living under a rock if you don't know how big womens football is." the boy chuckled with a shake of his head, the two of you waiting in line. "didn't you literally go to the world cup? and you still can't believe how many people are here?" he laughed as you looked around in awe.

"in my defense the last match of alessia's i attended that wasn’t a world cup semi had about fifty people watching!" you frowned, only making him laugh harder, patting you on the back and shaking his head. "well, times have changed kid." he grinned, again ruffling your hair as you shoved him away and you moved closer in line.

"so. you and my little sister, worked things out then?" gio asked, leaning in to practically whisper at you as you frowned, unsure what he was asking. "please. don't play dumb with me i know you far too well to be fooled by that!" the boy warned with an amused smile as your eyes widened.

"she told you that we..." "yeah. i went to visit her at college a couple of months after she moved, she got quite drunk and babbled everything." gio smiled somewhat sympathetically.

"everything?" "yeah, everything. i had your back though she should have told you her plans and i made sure to let her know how stupid she was to mess everything up." gio shrugged.

"christ did both of our families know?" you huffed with a scowl, forever under the impression your relationship with the striker had been a well kept secret, though as time passed it seemed more and more people had been clued in than you thought.

"not the parents. dunno how they didn't catch on given you and less were hardly subtle, luca and i had our suspicions long before less told me i can promise you that." gio chuckled with a wink making your face heat up as you arrived to the front of the line.

"we're just friends though." you quietly answered his previous question as he gave you a look and nodded, turning toward the cashier with a dazzling smile.

"could i please get a red gunners beanie and a russo home jersey in a size..." he glanced to you clearly waiting an answer as you shrugged cluelessly, never having bought a jersey before. "large." he answered for you and rolled his eyes at how you looked like a fish out of water.

"better too big than too small." he shrugged, pushing you away with a firm shake of his head as you tried to pay, tapping his phone and grabbing the bag with an appreciative smile. "gio!" you hissed with a scowl, punching his arm as he whined and rubbed it.

"a thank you would have sufficed!" he mocked, waving at harry who was wandering about with a confused look a hundred or so metres away.

"put it on we haven't got all day." gio waved impatiently as he handed you the bag and you sighed, stripping off your puffer vest and pulling the jersey on over your hoodie, shrugging the vest back on.

"perfect! now you at least look the part even if you're still as clueless about football as a newborn baby." the boy grinned, yanking the beanie down on top of your head and spinning you around. "i have not missed you." you grumbled as he smacked away your hand from pulling off the beanie.

"aw my little sister in law i love you too." he pinched your cheeks as the two of you caught up to harry, your face going almost as red as your beanie as you were squished between both boys. "did you not get me anything?" you poked your brother accusingly as he handed gio some food but not you.

"you didn't ask for any!" he defended as you all squished into an elevator. "you didn't ask me if i wanted any." you rolled your eyes at his thought process, tuned out by the rumble in the elevator.

"they sometimes have food in the box." gio shrugged as your head whipped toward him and the doors opened, the boy gesturing for you to step out. "the box?" you questioned with a suspicious frown.

"friends and family box." harry answered with a grin, the pair of you following after gio. "he comes with me and luca sometimes." gio answered with a chuckle before you could even ask.

"most of the time mum and dad or some of the extended family come too but they've got some swanky lunch they can't get out of." he shrugged, handing you and harry a lanyard as you only nodded, at a loss for words.

having gotten over your initial shock and now settled in your seats waiting for the match to begin you nodded as both harry and gio seated either side of you attempted to debrief you on everything they felt you needed to know for the game.

you of course were still clueless, focused more on trying to spot alessia as they lined up for the team photos, noting her right away as you hummed, gio and harry sharing a look over your head and rolling their eyes.

it wasn't until half time when you felt like you could finally exhale, a familiar but unwelcome sensation settling in your stomach, worry.

this match had been particularly aggressive, yellow cards hardly in short stock as you winced every time alessia's body went tumbling down onto the pitch, just like you used to all those years ago when you watched her you still worried.

you accepted the drink from gio as he returned with a grateful smile, the older boy just chuckling at the blatant worry in your eyes. "she's fine! she's a big girl she can take a tackle or too, and dish them out." he assured you as you nodded, falling into conversation with harry about lily's upcoming baby shower.

your panic came in a different form the second half, the score locked 1-1 with only injury time remaining you bounced your knee anxiously amusing both boys either side of you who hadn't hesitated to tease you all match about it.

you held your breath as again alessia went down, this time not getting back up as a few of her team mates waved for the medics and she slowly sat up, your grip on your cup tightening.

"hey, she's okay." your brother noticed your discomfort and squeezed your knee, draping his free arm over your shoulder.

"this is sort of insane." you breathed out, having been taken aback all match by the chants and passion of the spectators filling out the stadium, all 59,000+ of them which sent your brain spinning. "yeah next match we'll teach you some chants!" gio grinned, nudging you with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

"or at least alessia's. she'll be horribly offended if you don't know her chant at least!" harry chipped in, both boys clearly doing their best to distract you as alessia was looked over by the medics.

you exhaled as finally she got back to her feet rewarded with a thundering cheer from the supporters, a free kick given for the poor tackle as the stadium exploded in support.

"speaking of!" harry laughed as alessia's name echoed around the pitch. you shook your head with a smile of utter disbelief, you knew she was clearly famous you weren't that naive, but seeing how many people were yelling her name with a clap had your heart bursting with pride.

"so less doesn't have to take the kick right, and they can get their players in front of the ball?" you questioned for clarification as harry nodded, explaining roughly how it would work and what arsenal would try to do to force man city to concede.

you held your breath as two of the arsenal girls lined up for the kick, watching as alessia was shoved and pushed around, repeatedly yanking away hands and arms which jostled and poked at her.

you watched frozen to your seat as the kick was sent in, a mad panic exploding in the box as a flurry and fight of heads, limbs and feet flailed around to try and make contact.

then finally there was a swish as the ball hammered the back of the net, the whistle blew and the stadium exploded.

"oh my god!" your eyes almost bugged at of your head as alessia sprinted away from the goal with her hands in the air, tackled to the ground by her team as you jumped up to your feet alongside nearly every single person in the stadium, cheering loud and proud for the blonde.

"she's still got it." you grinned at gio who laughed and nodded, shoving your head playfully as alessia was announced as the goal scorer and the crowd went mental at a replay of her goal.

"now they just need to park the bus for six minutes." harry whistled, turning and explaining to you right away what he meant before you even had to ask, the three of you settling back into your seats.

you weren't sure quite how but you were near certain you didn't breath for those next six minutes, your eyes widening in shock as with three to go alessia was shown a yellow card and walked off with a roll of her eyes.

"told you she gives as good as she gets sometimes short stack!" gio beamed, full of pride only making you chuckle quietly. "you'd know, she used to beat you up!" you teased the boy who shushed you and pulled the beanie down over your eyes.

you finally let out a deep exhale as the full time whistle sounded, the crowd erupting into cheers of victory as you watched alessia do her laps of the pitch clapping the fans.

"she'll be a fair while, she'll sign some stuff and go shower then come up." gio explained as you all returned inside the box to escape the cold, the weather well and truly taking a turn for the worst as thunder started to rumble in the far off distance.

meanwhile alessia had finally returned to the locker room, unable to wipe the smile off her face as she laughed and sang along to the music leah had blasting all around.

"hey less did your brother get a girlfriend? ben said he was all over some girl he brought with him to the box." beth laughed as alessia pulled a face, grabbing her slides out from her cubby and tying her wet hair up into a bun.

"no? that would be news to me." the blonde frowned with a shrug, shoving her belongings into her bag, now one of the last ones left. though sure enough as she tiredly made her way into the box flanked by vic and kyra her frown returned seeing her brothers arm draped over a girl, both of them with their backs facing her.

but right before she could reach them the girl spoke and shrugged his arm off, making a beeline for the toilet as alessia charged toward her brother. "did you bring a girl to my game and not tell me you were seeing someone!" she accused with an annoyed frown poking at his chest.

"did i what?" he laughed in disbelief, an annoyingly smug grin curling on his lips as he realized where his sisters thoughts were. "yeah actually i brought a little date!" he grinned, knowing the moment you returned everything would fall into place for the striker.

"gio!" alessia huffed punching him in the arm, temporarily distracted as a few of the girls and their family members wandered over and pulled her into conversation. "those bathrooms are so nice!" you marveled, your brother pushing you away as you shoved your hands into his face demanding he smell how good the soap smelled.

gio smirked as at the sound of your voice alessia spun right around, ignoring the questions fired toward her by the small group of people she was with as she finally noticed you, smacking about your brother as he wrapped you into a choke hold.

"i never said who the little date was for." gio smirked as he appeared at alessia's side, the blondes cheeks flushing bright red as she hurried to smooth her jumper out, suddenly wishing she'd made an effort with her hair.

"go on lovergirl, she's even wearing your jersey. you're welcome!" gio whispered, pushing her in your direction as she stumbled slightly and shot him a filthy look over her shoulder.

catching gio's eye harry let go of you and pushed you away, shooting over to the other boys side before you could tell him off, turning around and practically running into a body.

"you're here!" was all alessia managed to get out with wide eyes as you nodded. "i didn't know you were coming." she added on with a nervous smile, shifting her bag on her shoulder.

"not of my own free will. thing one and thing two kidnapped me!" you pointed to your brothers over her shoulder, not missing the strange look which crossed the taller girls face.

"hey, less i'm only joking. you had a great game!" you were quick to make amends, hoping your comment hadn't rubbed her the wrong way. "that volley? class!" you complimented, the blondes lips curling into a surprised grin.

"well well well, look whose been studying her football jargon." alessia teased, nerves melting away as you bumped her with your shoulder and a playful roll of your eyes as the two of you chattered away, everyone else in the room ceasing to exist as you only had eyes for one another.

"i see old habits die hard. will you ever learn?" you sighed dramatically, reaching a hand up to tuck away a loose strand of wet hair out of her eyes. "when have i ever listened to you?" alessia smirked, you having forever warned her against not drying her hair or at least leaving it out.

the two of you so engrossed in conversation alessia failed to notice a few of her friends eyeing the two of you off, laura and leah looking especially pleased as they gave the two of you some space, just sending you a friendly wave from a distance which you returned.

alessia also failed to notice a few of them creeping closer, jolted out of the little bubble with you as an arm slung around her waist with a squeeze. "hello!" vic addressed you as kyra and teyah appeared on alessia's other side and she withheld a groan.

"and who is this?" the dutch girl smirked as alessia shot her daggers briefly. "this is my..." she struggled for a moment giving you a glance. "my y/n." she answered awkwardly, wishing the ground would swallow her up as she shot kyra and teyah a firm glare at their giggles.

"well hello lessi's y/n. pleasure to meet you! i am lessi's vic, this is lessi's kyra and lessi's teyah." vic beamed as you couldn't help but laugh, alessia shoving vics arm away and moving to stand protectively by your side as the three younger girls all began to speak at you.

"oi! lay off she's not a performing monkey." alessia warned, hand settling on the small of your back as you struggled to keep up with the three different accents, lines of conversations and questions. thankfully leah noticed and swooped in, quickly ushering away the three troublemakers as alessia mouthed a thank you.

"they seem fun." you grinned up at the blonde who groaned quietly. "that's one word for them." she sighed. "seem to remind me of a certain outgoing outspoken loud mouthed young striker." you paused to look away contemplatively as alessia cracked a smile, harry and gio joining the two of you, the tall girls hand remaining on the small of your back.

"hey how did you get here?" alessia asked as the boys ducked off to use the toilet, the box clearing out. "i told you, kidnapped!" you teased, alessia's stomach clenching strangely as you smiled up at her and her knees went a bit wobbly.

"would you like to come over for dinner? i'll cook." alessia asked before she could talk herself out of it, nervously playing with the strap of the bag still slung over her shoulder.

"are you asking me on a date?" you asked quietly, smile growing at the slight blush which coated alessia's cheeks. "yeah. is that okay? or we can do something else!" she breathed out, corners of her mouth curling upward as she rocked back and forth on her heels.

"dinner sounds lovely." you agreed, trying to ignore the butterflies swooping and diving around in your stomach as alessia seemed to relax a little. "i'm gonna get a ride back with less." you spoke up as the boys returned, the four of you falling into conversation for a bit before parting ways.

"uhh, stay here for a second. please!" alessia stopped you suddenly after taking you down the back of the stadium, disappearing around a corner as you crossed your arms and waited, eyes roaming the photos of past teams and their victories on the wall.

"okay!" you jumped as alessia suddenly returned, the blonde apologizing with an amused smile nodding for you to follow her again. she lead you out to the back lot, having moved her car away from prying eyes where a few fans were still hanging about.

she wasn't quite ready to have to explain that aspect of her job to you just yet.

"nice jersey, your favorite player?" alessia grinned as the two of you arrived to her place, parking out the front as you rolled your eyes. "don't flatter yourself your brother bought it and forced me into it, and this!" you gestured to the beanie on top of your head which alessia found absolutely adorable.

"ouch, my poor ego!" the blonde sighed dramatically clutching at her chest as you rolled your eyes. "it could use the humbling. we've got, lessi russo! we've got-" you clapped as alessia's cheeks went red and she shoved you mumbling for you to shut up.

"we might need to sprint for it, my umbrella's in the boot." she shifted tones, the rain now hammering down against her car as you hummed in agreement.

"on three?" you nodded as both your hands hovered by the door handles. "three!" alessia announced as you both flung your doors open and made a dash for it, your laughter lost into the mid afternoon air as alessia almost sent herself flying down her stairs.

the two of you collapsed into one another laughing once you were in the safety of her front porch. "whose got wet hair now!" alessia teased tugging your beanie down over your eyes and scrambling for her keys.

"might have to bin this jersey since its all wet, shame." you yanked off the beanie and tousled your hair with your hand, stepping out of your soaking wet shoes as alessia slipped out of her slides both pairs left by the door.

"i can get you another one, even sign it for you if you like." she winked making you roll your eyes as she wasted no time pulling off her sopping wet jumper and gesturing you do the same. "mmm would up the resell value for ebay. have you got a pen handy?" you teased.

"do you want a shower?" the blonde offered kindly, biting her lip to stifle her laughter at both of your soaking wet states. "just some dry clothes if you don't mind." you replied with a somewhat shy smile, alessia nodding and sprinting off before you could say another word.

she returned mere seconds later, a pair of joggers and a hoodie in hand, nodding for you to change and give her your wet clothes so she could put them in the dryer. as the bathroom door closed with a click alessia went into panic mode, racing around her house tidying as well as she could in the small window of time she had to do so.

you couldn't help but inhale once you were changed, now drowned in the familiar smell of your ex girlfriend, though for once it wasn't accompanied with a weird stab of guilt, you allowing yourself to just enjoy the sense of safety and comfort which settled on your shoulders.

what alessia hadn't anticipated was you exiting the bathroom right as she rushed past with a basket piled high of dirty washing she intended to hide, her body slamming into yours and sending the two of you to the ground and her laundry into the air.

"i'm so sorry!" her face paled as she winced and gently peeled off her training shirt from where it had landed on your head, the two of you buried in a mountain of her dirty clothes as alessia wished the ground could swallow her up.

"if this is a way of you telling me to do your washing for you, you could have just asked!" you laughed and rolled off of her, alessia relaxing a little at your reaction, quick to her feet and helping you up to yours.

"two minutes." the striker promised still red with embarrassment, hurrying to shove her clothes back into the basket, grabbing your wet ones from the bathroom floor and darting off into the laundry, yelling out for you to help yourself to anything in the kitchen.

alessia took a moment once her washing was safely in the machine and your clothes in the dryer to collect herself, gripping the bench and taking a few deep breaths, nodding firmly and exiting the room.

an affectionate smile curled onto her lips to see you sat up at the island bench of her kitchen, your legs just a little too short to touch the ground you'd tucked one beneath you and were absentmindedly swinging the other to and from.

alessia would be lying if she didn't something settled over her which could have maybe been described as a sense of possessiveness seeing you sat in her house in her clothes once again. though she quickly tried to shake that off, giving herself a firm reminder the two of you were taking things slow and you were far from being hers anymore.

the large black adidas hoodie she'd given you to change into was big on alessia so it hung down to your mid thigh, and the blonde grinned in amusement seeing you'd had to roll and cuff up the ends of the joggers given her legs were a fair bit longer than yours.

"so whats on the menu chef russo?" you smiled sending her stomach into knots again as she joined you in the kitchen. "what do you feel like?" alessia questioned, washing her hands and rolling up the sleeves of her jumper with a raised eyebrow.

"anything. just no pineapple!" you teased, alessia laughing dryly and flicking water at you from her wet hands before wiping them on a tea towel. "pasta?" you nodded happily.

"just no tomatoes." alessia now teased your own eating habits as you mocked her and pulled a face. "wait, from scratch?" your eyebrows shot up in surprise as alessia breezed around the kitchen pulling out ingredients.

"obviously. did you forget i am italian!" she grinned and you smiled softly seeing her tie an apron around her waist, resisting the temptation to tease her for it and instead settling for enjoying how cute it was that she had one handy.

"half italian." you reminded earning yourself a glare and a middle finger in your direction as a cutting board and knife appeared on the bench in front of you. "make yourself useful would you." alessia smirked, placing down some peppers, onions and carrots on the board and tugging playfully on your ear.

"you know typically when you ask someone on a date and offer to cook them dinner, you don't force them to be your sous chef!" you shook your head but rolled up the sleeves of alessia's hoodie.

"aw you think you're at a sous chef level, that's adorable babe." it was a simple slip up, so much to the point alessia didn't even clock what she'd said but you did, your face burning bright red as you focused your energy into prepping the vegetables as she busied herself making dough.

the two of you fell into conversation about your upcoming weeks, alessia filling you in on her training schedule and commitments as you explained your lesson planning, both of you hanging off the others words, fully engaged in making an effort to show your sincere interest in what the other had to say.

"only you would just casually have things laying about to make pasta from scratch on a sunday night!" you grinned, now stood by the stove keeping an eye on the sauce at alessia's request. "if its not better than anything you've made pre-made i'll retire tomorrow." alessia challenged confidently, moving to take her hoodie off leaving her in joggers and a singlet, not wanting to get flour all over herself.

you wrenched your eyes away from her bare arms as she expertly kneaded the dough, muscles flexing as you turned back to the sauce, stirring it occasionally as a comfortable silence fell between the two of you.

"come here." you glanced up to see alessia wipe away a few small beads of sweat on her forehead, nodding for you to join her. she leaned over and flipped the stove top to the lowest heat it could so the sauce wouldn't burn.

"a pasta making lesson with a real life italian? should be charging." you teased as alessia demonstrated how to fold and roll out the dough, shaping it into spirals melting you a little as she made a point to note she knew they'd been your favorite growing up.

"christ you make this look easy." you credited her as you struggled with the dough, tensing up a little as you felt her body settle in behind you, her front pressed to your back as her bare arms wound around you.

"like this, push with your palms." she murmured, maneuvering your hands with hers on top as she helped you to roll out the dough and shape it like she'd shown. you thought once you started to get the hang of it she might move away but she stayed pressed against you.

"is this okay?" she checked quietly as her hands settled on your waist and her chin rested on your shoulder and you nodded, a little lost for words as waves of emotions you refused to overthink crashed into you, alessia starting to very gently sway the two of you.

"perfect!" the blonde beamed proudly as you finished rolling out and shaping your half of the dough. "had a decent teacher i guess." you smiled, craning your head back to gently kiss her cheek as alessia's hairs stood on end and she pushed herself away from you, moving to quickly finish off her half of the dough as you returned to the sauce.

on her orders you had a pot of water waiting to boil, leaving the sauce to thicken on low as you moved to watch her finish off the pasta. "do you want a pro tip?" alessia smiled as you nodded, gesturing for her continue.

"always flour your board." you gasped as her finger reached out and rubbed flour all over your nose, the taller girl grinning clearly quite pleased with herself. not even waiting to speak your hand darted out into the leftover flour, your hand pressing against her cheek leaving a white hand mark on the side of her face.

that seemed to open the floodgates as you chased one another around the island flicking and smacking flour against one another until alessia called for a truce, wincing at the flour which now coated her once clean floors.

however as the two of you retreated back toward the stove in typical alessia fashion, she slipped.

"less!" you cried out as she grabbed out for you to steady herself, instead taking you down with her, your body landing on top of hers as you both groaned.

"i'm beginning to think you do this on purpose now!" you tutted, hint of a smile on your lips. hyper aware of her large hands resting on your back an odd sense of deja vu settled over the pair of you, neither of you paying attention to anything than one another when you suddenly found yourself admiring and studying over ever little feature of her face, alessia doing the exact same.

just like clockwork the longer you maintained eye contact the smaller and smaller the room seemed to become, alessia's eyes flickering down to your lips just for a fleeting second.

"would it be too fast if i kissed you again?" the girl whispered, eyes still locked with yours as you gave a small shake of your head. "please." was all you managed to breathe out.

your hand moved to brush a few strands of her golden blonde hair out of her face, leaning in ever so slowly.

just like last time your hands moved to tangle in her hair now brushed out and dry again, and in turn alessia's own hands came to rest on either side of your face, thumbs tracing soft circles on your jaw, ever so gently guiding your mouth within millimeters of her own.

you both sighed as your lips met, the kiss slow and calculated and tender. alessia kissed you like you were made of glass, terrified that one wrong move and you'd break, her lips soft and inviting as they moved against yours.

you parted your own slightly as her teeth ever so gently tugged at your bottom lip, her tongue slipping into your mouth as the kiss became just a little less sweet.

though you hissed and pulled away at the feeling of something burning your neck, the blonde underneath yours eyes widening as she tightened her hold on your face and sat up taking you with her.

"what's wrong? was that too much? too fast? i'm so sorry." she rambled out, chest heaving with worry as you were quick to shake your head. "i think something bit me!" you gently moved her hands off your face and turned your head, moving your hair out of the way as alessia frowned and glanced at your neck.

but everything suddenly made sense as she heard a strange noise and looked up to the stove, realizing exactly what had happened.

"shit the water's over boiled!"

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thirteen

our cute little lovers seemingly all happy but will it last?

what do we think is going to happen? what do you want to see happen?

#woso x reader #woso #alessia russo x reader #woso community #engwnt #alessia russo #woso blurbs #woso fanfics #woso imagine

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snuggleboots · 5 months

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₊˚♡˚₊ The Akatsuki and their jealousy ₊˚♡˚₊

Tags: GN Reader, GN flirt, general jealousy and implied murder shenanigans.

Tobi essentially zeroes in the instant someone else starts laughing a little too hard at your jokes. Uhm, hello? You're funny, but you're not that funny. In fact, he's pretty sure he's the only person that busts a gut laughing when you crack your silly little one-liners or puns. It's cute to him, nobody else has any business making a play by acting all giggly and doe-eyed. He doesn't need to be violent about it - and really, why would he be? Tobi's just as happy to lean in - uncomfortably close - and then loudly declare that they have something stuck in their teeth! And it's super noticeable! So's their breath! It's not rude, he's just being helpful! He can smell their lunch through his mask! And it's rank! How embarrassing! Haha! They really should go brush their teeth, huh! Go away! Far, far, away!

Hidan is, in fact, very liable to wind up jealous over stupid little things that always result in becoming a pain in the ass for you to defuse when he inevitably hops onto his bullshit. You're out trying to enjoy one meal in peace together? That's funny, because the server seemed to put some weird, flirtatious emphasis on hot when they asked how you like your tea, and that's a problem, and that bitch knows it, too. Oh, they wanna know how hot you like it? Alright! There's loads of people on this earth, and they really wanna get stabbed over you? Fuck it! He just sat down, but clearly he's got some shit to do now. Dinner and a show! Why not?! He gets why Kakuzu doesn't tip now, not that he was gonna anyway. Shit service, and thirsty-ass servers. Fucking ridiculous.

Deidara is the first to notice when someone gets too close and cosy with you. Does it bug him immediately? No. His reaction, however, depends entirely on yours. Do you notice that they're smiling with way too much teeth when they playfully punched your arm? No? Alright. He can let that slide. It's when they deliberately divert your attention from him to themselves that he starts getting annoyed. He's not at all above pointing out tacky behaviour, petty king, and even if it embarrasses you a little, it is highly satisfying for him to see the flirt's face drop into something sour or burn up from the embarrassment. It's even better if you snicker along with him.

Kakuzu's only problem with someone chatting your ear off and really gushing over whatever comes out of your mouth is the fact that they're boosting your ego and he has to deal with it later. Not because the offending flirt boosted your ego, he doesn't give a damn about that, but he's now going to hear the same things you just told them about later when he's already just heard it - and he sincerely doesn't care to hear it again. He doesn't want to act interested, and yet he's going to be faced with either being called a dick, or being forced to feign something to avoid bickering about it after the fact. God dammit.

Kisame doesn't mind seeing someone try their damndest to flirt with you. He trusts you, and he's very happy to sit back while you turn them down- or, if he's lucky, watch while the flirt makes an idiot of themselves trying too hard to clue you in and get your attention. It's funny - he's laughing, and he isn't even trying to hide it. If he's in a cheeky mood, he'll even stir the pot, because he has gremlin tendencies and his humour is catered exclusively to himself. Yeah, he'll egg them on in little ways, until they're feeling nice and confident. Then, while he isn't really a PDA kind of guy, he'll drape a brawny arm over your shoulders, plonk a cheek atop your head and drawl something to the effect of, 'You know what? You do look great in that outfit. It'll look better on the floor later. Ready to go?' Kisame likes finding his own fun like this. The flirts always flap their lips like gasping fish when he hits 'em with that bit, and it tickles his brain just right.

Itachi is generally ambivalent. You have attractive qualities, he knows this, and he's well acquainted with the consequence of having said attractive qualities. As long as you're fine with it and nobody's pushing any obvious boundaries, he's fine with it too. Jealousy isn't an issue at all with Itachi. It only becomes one if you end up uncomfortable and the flirt doesn't pick up on that fact. In that case? He's glad to leave with you, if you don't feel like handling it. If you don't want to leave, or leaving isn't an option? Well, he can use his words. Or, if they've ruffled your feathers enough to annoy him, there are many benefits to being a genjutsu master. Oh, noooo, suddenly all eyes are on the flirt and the judgmental looks are intense and highly disarming. Or, uh oh! There's definitely a fire that just broke out, and they're the only one panicking about it! Oh wow, they left in a hurry. What a shame. They must've drank a little too much, or something like that.

Sasori, simply put, could not possibly care less if you paid him. Possibly aggravated by the fact that someone's breathing air in his direction while he's minding his business with you, someone he can actually tolerate. Yeah, he fully expects you to handle that. He's gained a knack for zoning minor annoyances out- until those minor annoyances become general annoyances. It's only when the offending flirt's voice becomes grating - which, really, doesn't take long at all before he bothers intervening if you haven't already shooed them away yourself. If a terse 'shut up' or 'begone' doesn't dissuade the persistent little gnat, he has poison and many fun, discrete vehicles with which to deliver it. It is purely for the sake of peace and quiet. Does he care when they drop like a sack of rocks, seizing and foaming at the mouth? Not particularly. Do as he does, and zone it out. Don't look at it (derogatory), you'll only encourage it to make more of a scene.

#reader insert #akatsuki x reader #naruto x reader #naruto #akatsuki #tobi x reader #hidan x reader #deidara x reader #kakuzu x reader #kisame x reader #itachi x reader #sasori x reader #writing tag #this is just sillyness b/c i saw a funny tiktok and rolled w/ it #:' )#also highly based on my own dumb perceptions of everyone

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misskingshit · 1 year

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𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 summary: After so long, you finally take the step. Note: I hope the fandom of The Maze Runner is not dead because yesterday I watched the movie and my fandom that was buried and gathering dust deep inside me, finally came out again, but I hope I'm not the only one. xoxo

At the beginning, when you arrived, you couldn't deny the fact that you were a little scared for being the only girl among so many teenage boys. Going through a place and feeling some gazes on you was uncomfortable, flirting (or attempts to) were unbearable, but you were lucky to be part of the best group on the glade, your favorite boy in it, Minho. He spent most of his time in the maze but whenever he came back the first thing he did was make sure you were okay and didn't have any trouble with any slimy boy. Your best friend… best friend. "What's up today, are you idiots or what, every five seconds some idiot gets hurt" you sighed "and you guys leave all the work to me" you looked accusingly at Clint and Jeff. "Why do you think they come? They all want you to attend to them, you're the only girl" the second mentioned says obviously. "You are disgusting" you turned around to continue organizing the table with the materials and remedies that you have. The noise of the door made with branches or whatever Gally used, was heard opening and you couldn't take it anymore "for God's sake stop being so stupid and be more careful or I'll have Clint start healing you" You turned around to see who had entered. "Shunk, I never really liked Clint" his voice sounds tired but playful. "Minho! what happened to you?" You analyzed everything you could about his clothes, a bruise on his right cheekbone, a cut on his eyebrow, and his lips somewhat dry and pale. Still, he was the most handsome boy you had ever seen. "The maze, I just tripped, nothing to worry about" he said "but I really would like you to heal me, not Clint" you both chuckled. "You are my exception" you grabbed a couple of gauze pads and alcohol to disinfect. You were standing between his legs, even so, his faces were at the same height since he was sitting on some kind of stretcher, the distance was very short, your body was completely bristling. Your gaze and his meet when you finish putting the band-aid on his eyebrow, you don't really know how to react when you feel Minho's hands on your waist, and even less when you feel his lips on yours. Without hesitation, although very nervous, you followed the kiss passing both of your arms around his neck, Minho pressed you more against him, he was perfect, the situation was perfect, everything was perfect. At this moment you didn't care about being the only girl, being locked up with murderous bugs and a little labyrinth around you, having forgotten everything about your past life, because now you had him and it was the best thing that could happen to you. Your lips collided very well, your saliva mixing with his at that moment seemed the hottest thing in the whole world. "If that's how you start treating your patients, they'll line up" Clint's voice came from behind him. "And I'll kick your asses one by one if you just look at her" Minho's voice sounded loud, mad, rude, Clint just raised his hands scared and left. You couldn't help but kiss his cheek and laugh a little "if you're like that to protect me, I'll make you jealous more often" you kissed him again. "You don't know how long I waited for this moment" he said between kisses, which each time became more passionate and needy. "Oh god Minho" you blurted out after feeling his hands squeeze your butt, kissing your neck. "Say my name like that one more time and I'll fuck you right here, right now” My God, the real man.

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d3wdropz · 1 month

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Headcanons: Being the Fourth First Year at Tokyo's Jujutsu Tech

a/n: coming back strong with a fun little post- i'm a manga reader so i need some joy in this media!

Synopsis: what it's like being one of the first years in Tokyo's Jujutsu Tech

Content Warning: none, really! some swearing and canon typical violence- nothing descriptive

gender neutral! reader

Thank you @saradika for this great divider!

Meeting Them:

✿𝅼 - You had a later start to the year, arriving just a few days after Nobara

✿𝅼 - Whether you had previous knowledge of the Jujutsu world or not didn't matter- you were definitely not prepared for the chaos you stepped into

✿𝅼 - A tall guy in a blind fold- who you later found out was your teacher and the strongest sorcerer, Satoru Gojo- was happily waving you over

✿𝅼 - That alone wouldn't bother you, if it wasn't for the black-haired boy he was holding by the collar. The kid looked tired and about ready to go home

✿𝅼 - Gojo welcomed you and introduced you to the boy he was holding as Megumi, telling you to not mind his "gloomy attitude"

✿𝅼 - It was going great, Gojo was recommending all kinds of cafes and bakeries near by. Megumi was checking his phone, offering quick responses when needed

✿𝅼 - The calm was broken by loud bickering. When you looked over Gojo's shoulder (which was kind of hard with his height) you watched an angry girl stomp her way over. The closer she got the better you could see that she was knocking her fist against a pink-haired guy's head- something about letting her shopping bags drag on the ground

✿𝅼 - The guy was yelling back at a lower volume, trying to stop her from hitting him more. It was a strange site, but what really stuck out to you was the tell-tale buttons on their uniforms

✿𝅼 - These maniacs were going to be your new classmates

✿𝅼 - After the initial meetings and getting settled into your new room, you were sent out on your first mission. It was just going to be you, so it was nothing more than a few grade fours- maybe grade three at worst

✿𝅼 - The location was an abandoned lake on the country side, and to make sure all went well the other first years tagged along

✿𝅼 - Nobara wasn't happy to be stuck in some swamp and made sure everyone was aware; Yuji had wondered off a few times when he saw cool looking bugs and frogs; Megumi, thankfully, was a big help and guided you on what to expect

✿𝅼 - At some point you broke off from the group, following the trail of cursed energy to the other side of the lake. It was a good distance, and with a sudden fog that rolled in you were basically on your own

✿𝅼 - Unsurprisingly, things didn't go as planned and somehow a semi-grade 2 curse had snuck its way into the area

✿𝅼 - Of course, you're a boss and handled yourself. When you made your way back over, exhausted and beat-up, Yuji and Megumi ran to help you- Nobara called in Ijichi to come pick you all up as she pulled bandages from her bag

✿𝅼 - While the bruises and cuts stung, it was a very good bonding experience! Nobara's bandages were really cute (she let you pick which color and design to make you feel better), and Yuji carried you everywhere for the rest of the day

✿𝅼 - Thank god for Megumi, he was the one talking to Shoko, getting you water, and checking in on you

✿𝅼 - They were all still chaotic, sharing one brain cell when they were together- but they were your idiots who made you feel like family

General HC:

✿𝅼 - If you identify as female/ use she/her/they pronouns, expect Nobara to kind of kidnap you a lot. She's a girl's girl and will back you up constantly, taking you shopping with her and building up your confidence.

✿𝅼 - Continuing the previous head canon, she will drag you away from Megumi and Yuji if they're annoying her while saying something like "y/n and I are leaving before you infect us with your stupid"

✿𝅼 - If you identify as male/ use he/him/they, Yuji is going to constantly be in your space- this boy has no sense of personal bubbles and you can tell. He's definitely the type to joke around- like he for sure jokingly flirts with you

✿𝅼 - Yuji has said the lines: is it gay to kiss my bro morning, noon, and night? no- it's called being a supportive friend!

✿𝅼 - Doesn't matter what gender you are to Megumi- he just hopes you'll help him wrangle the others in (he is so tired)

✿𝅼 - I don't care if you have the biggest brain in the world, it's useless when you're all together

✿𝅼 - It's so much worse when Gojo's there too- like he feeds into the bullshit

✿𝅼 - like you all would be cleaning out the dorm fridge and Yuji would see a jar that's THREE FULL YEARS EXPIRED and go "bet you guys ten bucks I could eat this and keep it down"

✿𝅼 - You're already pulling out a ten, "I know you're a pit, Yuji, but even this is too much- I'm betting against you"

✿𝅼 - Nobara is slamming down a ten before you can even finish, "Y/N'S RIGHT! THERE'S NO WAY YOU CAN HANDLE THAT"

✿𝅼 - Megumi isn't putting any money down, just grumbling and readying a trash can for if Yuji up-chucks

✿𝅼 - Just as Yuji grabs a spoon and is scooping up some of the nasty smelling gunk, Gojo's hand grabs his wrist. None of you are too shocked, your teacher pops in and out whenever he pleases

✿𝅼 - "Now Yuji," Gojo's got a serious expression on as he continues, "I can't let you do this... without giving you some advice!" and he goes right back to being a child "You should eat it in one go so you don't have the chance to regret it!"

✿𝅼 - After letting Yuji go Gojo slides a twenty onto the table, "Double on him keeping it down"

✿𝅼 - Yuji was, in fact, able to keep it down- too bad for you, losing a ten

✿𝅼 - During missions, you all tag along together even if there's only one person assigned. It's great support! Also none of you have gotten horribly injured because of this new system!

✿𝅼 - I feel like at some point you will interact with Sukuna in some way- and that curse does NOT like you

✿𝅼 - To Sukuna, you're not Megumi so that makes you boring. If you happen to have an interesting technique, he'll mess with you a bit if he ever takes control then beat the shit out of you

✿𝅼 - Also, movie nights are a must! Yuji usually doesn't host them after Nobara whacked him over his posters. So you, Megumi, and Nobara switch up who's room is used

✿𝅼 - Yuji always picks the movies and they're always good, somehow they appeal to all of you. Also the amount of snacks is shocking, but they never go to waste!

✿𝅼 - Every movie night you guys fall asleep on each other. Yuji is a literal furnace so all of you end up piling on him when it's cold- or trying to get out of his koala grip during hot nights

wasn't sure how to end this so...

either way i might do this more, writing these were fun!

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pablitogavii · 10 months

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jealous Gavi end in fluff

Only Mine

Your POV

We were on vacation in Ibiza which meant two main things: I wore bikinis every single day and Pablo acted more jealous than ever.

I knew my man was particular about his possessive nature, and I grew to accept that about him. It didn't bug me to reassure him that I'm his whenever he needed, and in whichever way he wished ;) but recently it became unbearable to handle.

I lay on the beach to tan my back...he pulls down my bikini bottoms to 'cover' my ass although it was already properly covered.

A guy smiles at me...he throws a tantrum and becomes moody for the rest of the day.

His own friends give me compliment...he pulls them to the side to have 'the talk' about me belonging to him.

It started to feel like no matter what I did, said or wore Pablo would get jealous. And to be frank it really started to get on my nerves.

He left me with Cristo at the bar while he went to answer the call from his mom but when some random blonde showed up, his friend bailed to talk to her and I stayed on my own.

"Would you like a drink??" young bartender asked smiling and at that same moment Pablo walked back and saw me smile back politely. While the guy was making me a virgin lemonade, Pablo rushed towards me giving him a nasty snarl.

"She's fine!" he says grabbing my wrist and we walked towards the beach so we can talk alone. Here we go again...

"I left you with Cristo but it looks like you like getting drinks from random guys!" he said and I stared at him in disbelief. The guy was literally a bartender!!

"Pablo, are you being serious right now!?" I said and he nodded his head still clenching his jaw in anger.

"You're being unbelievable lately! He is a bartender! It's his job to give people drinks! And Cristo left to talk to some blond girl, so what was I suppose to do!?" I fought back really done with his attitude.

"Not smile at him and look at him like.." he spoke but I interrupted him immediately unable to stop my own anger and frustration any longer.

"Like what!?" I said

"Like you look at me when we are naked and I'm on top of you!" he spat immediately catching the meaning of his words but it was too late. He did not just accuse me of giving that guy 'sex eyes'!?

I didn't say anything to him but it was clear that he really passed the line as I walked past him and he tried grabbing my wrist but I pulled away.

"I'm going back to the villa! Alone!" I spat and he gulped as I walked past his friends who were all concerned what happened.

"Amiga, you alright?" Cristo asked but I didn't reply anything going back home while Pablo stayed behind with his friend.

Pablo's POV

Joder!! Pablo, you stupid cabrón!!!

"Que pasa hermano? Why did she go home?" Cristo walked up to me and I rolled my eyes wondering why couldn't he just stay with her when I asked him to do that!

I knew I was possessive..and jealous..and impulsive..but I love her..I love her so much it hurts sometimes..I finally found someone worth keeping..someone who isn't using me for fame and money..I found an angel and i was terrified of losing her to someone else. So I acted out..a lot.

"Because I'm a jealous cabrón! Joder! What do I do if she leaves me!?" I say and my friends all surround me tapping my shoulder and reminding me how much we love each other and that it was just a stupid fight.

"Did you really get angry a fucking bartender asked her for a drink??" Ale said jokingly but I was in no mood for it right now. I knew it was stupid...but I hated when any guy looked at her..she was only mine!

"You're fucking stupid Pablo! That girl has eyes only for you..even when you're not looking she always smiles when she looks at you..it's clear you're the only one she wants" Cristo said and I knew he was speaking the truth feeling more and more like a complete idiot.

"You need to go home and apologize hermano" Ale added and I nodded my head knowing that was the smart idea but still fearful that she wouldn't hear me out after everything.

"And don't forget the flowers!" Javi yelled as I walked away and I nodded giving him a thumbs up for the idea. Let's see if I can fix this.

Your POV

I felt so angry when I arrived back home going to our shared bedroom and plopping myself onto the bed. How could he say something like that to me!? Does he really think I would look at anybody but him!?

About half an hour later, I heard a front door opening and I immediately knew it was Pablo..I would recognize my man's perfume from a mile away. He knocked on the bedroom door before entering with a bouquet of weirdly looking flowers.

"Amor, can I um come in please?" he said and I just nodded putting my book away and sitting up in on the bed as he approached sitting on the edge.

"These are for you..um..you always say that roses are boring and predictable so I got these..I have no idea what they are" he said and I took the bouquet of interesting looking flowers not being able not to smile that he remembered me saying that one night we watched a romantic comedy together.

"Thank you for the flowers.." I said when the room became quiet while putting the bouquet on the bed besides me looking at his big eyes. I could tell he was nervous..I could always tell how he felt from his body language.

"You're welcome, mi amor..but I came to apologize..for today and for the way I acted since we came to Ibiza" he said and I nodded waiting for him to finish.

"It's just that I..I love you a lot..and I feel threatened sometimes by all these guys who think you're beautiful which of course they are right but you're also special to me..as a person..as a woman..and I don't want to lose you" he finished looking down and I sighed moving a little closer to him.

"All I ask is that you trust me Pablo..like I trust you. How many times have you went out with boys and I've had no issue with that?" I said and he nodded his head really loving that fact that you were not one of those toxic girls that is latched onto their boyfriends.

"Many.." he answered

"And I do it because I know you love me..I trust your feelings and I know you would never do anything to hurt me, right?" I added and he quickly looked up taking my hand and kissing them.

"Never, mi amor! I think about you even when I'm out there..I can't wait to come home to you sleeping in our bed peacefully and to hold you in my arms" he said and you smiled blushing a little.

"And it's the same for me Pablo..when I am without you, I always think how much I miss you..and if you are worried that others like me, don't be..because I am madly in love with my man" I finished touching his face and he leaned into my touch.

"With me?" he said with a pout and I just couldn't be angry anymore..he was way to adorable right now. I nodded my head moving on top of his lap and kissing his lips passionately as he held me tightly in his arms.

"Mhmm with you Pablito.." I used the nickname he only allows me to use for him and he smiled nodding his head and deepening the kiss.

"And..there is a clear difference how I look at you and everyone else" I pulled away and he smirked flipping us over and getting on top of me with a smirk. I gave in and gave him 'the infamous look' as he leaned down to kiss me.

"Joder princesa! You make me weak.." he groaned kissing my neck as I turned to the side to give him better access catching the glance at the flowers.

"Amor..we should get these flowers out of our bed because they look like they could eat us" I said and we both laughed loudly as Pablo just plopped on top of me making me hit him to get off.

"Dios! I love you.." he said while laying on his back while laughing and I smiled laying on top of him happy that we have resolved out little disagreement.

"I love you too..and I'm only yours" I said and he smirked nodding his head proudly while kissing my hair.

"Only mine.." he added as we cuddled up close to each other.

Hope you enjoyed :)

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meownotgood · 1 year

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pocky. / hayakawa aki x gn!reader, fluff, playing the pocky game with aki

"Are you sure Denji and Power will stop bugging me if I play this with you?"

You can't help but giggle at the obvious exasperation in Aki's voice. Holding out the box of pocky and giving it a shake, you nod your head, replying, "Yes, I'm totally sure. I'll make sure they leave you alone for the next week."

Aki's eyes scan your face, up and down. His lips purse into a subtle pout as he considers this one last time, before finally, he exhales a dramatic sigh of defeat. He snatches the box of pocky from your hand, tapping the bottom with his palm. A piece pops up, and he grabs it between two fingers, placing the box back on the counter. Then, he turns to you, and with a nod of his head, he instructs, "Open."

Truthfully, you're not sure if you'll be able to follow through on the promise you just made; Denji and Power tend to be quite the handful, so convincing them to give Aki a break is a difficult task at best and an impossible one at worst.

At the very least though, you're sure you can get them to stop asking Aki to play the pocky game with you. According to Aki, they've been pleading with him ever since this morning to not only play, but make sure he asks you to play with him. They've been pestering him about it ever since they got home, actually.

"C'mon dude, only reason we bought the pocky is so we could all play. Me and Powy already played, so now it's you guys' turn." Denji had chimed from where he sat at the living room table, crossing his arms over his chest. This had to have been the fourth… No, at least the fifth time he's brought this up. So many times, Aki was beginning to lose count.

Aki scowled, not even bothering to spare Denji a glance. He kept his gaze fixated on his laundry as he carefully took another shirt from the hamper, folding it into a neat square. "Yeah, and you bought it with the allowance I gave you. To buy real groceries."

"Pocky is real groceries!"

"Topknot's just scared the two of them are gonna end up smooching!" Power teased with a playful laugh. She flopped back onto the floor, lifting Meowy above her head, smirking when the cat meowed in confusion. "The ridiculous fears of humans are so difficult to understand."

"Yeah," Denji snorts, "He's totally scared, look at him."

After yelling at the two of them to cut it out, insisting that no, he's not scared, with an annoyed huff and a roll of his eyes, Aki carries his basket of laundry to continue folding in the privacy of his own room.

He's not scared, not nervous, definitely not. They're being completely ridiculous. This is stupid, that's all. He doesn't have the time for this, to play some dumb game that Denji and Power probably made up in order to tease him.

Yeah. It's just a dumb game.

And when Denji and Power leave to go to the arcade (after begging Aki for some quarters, of course), Aki is only inviting you over because he's finished all his chores for the night, and without his two little idiots here to pester him, he's awfully bored. And then, once you've arrived at his apartment and start asking him about his day, if his roommates are behaving themselves — Aki explains the game they were trying to make him play. It's just 'cause you asked, that's all.

A part of him expected you to just laugh it off, tell him how ridiculous it is, or maybe confirm his suspicions that yes, it's only something those two brats made up. But instead, to his surprise, you're quickly moving to grab the box of pocky from where Denji and Power conveniently left it on the coffee table in the living room.

Then, you're marching over to where Aki is peeling fruit in the kitchen, waving the box of pocky in front of him. You confidently ask, "If you're tired of them nagging you about it, why don't you just play with me?"

Aki hasn't gotten a chance to have a good look at the pocky until now: chocolate-flavored, it seems. He's staring at you from the corner of his eye, expertly gliding his knife under the peel of his apple. When he doesn't reply, you crook an eyebrow, and continue, "The game is easy, and it'll be over in a second. Then, you can tell them you played, I'll back you up, and that'll be that. How about it?"

Aki could have said no. He could have said No, it's fine, they'll forget about it and stop pestering me after a few days. But for some reason, he's finding himself taking the box of pocky from your hands, pulling out a piece, and placing the chocolate side between your open lips until you bite down.

You stare up at him expectantly, and he takes a slow, shuddery breath in. Denji and Power explained to him earlier how the game works. He just has to make sure the pocky stick doesn't break, that's all. And to put it in Power's own words, Don't be the first one to pull away like a stupid scaredy-cat!

It doesn't matter if he wins or loses anyway, he just has to play. Aki leans down to be more level with your height, and he hesitantly places the biscuit end of the pocky in between his teeth.

He can do this, he can definitely do this… It's just a stupid game, just some idiotic thing that Denji and Power came up with to embarrass him and make him look stupid — So why is his heart pounding so hard? He can feel it drumming against his chest, so loud he can hear it in his ears, and with how close you are right now, he wouldn't be surprised if you could hear it too. Why are his cheeks heating up, why is his face so warm that he's sure he must be blushing a shade brighter than the red of the pocky box?

When you start to move forward, crunching more of the pocky stick, Aki screws his eyes shut and wills himself to do the same. His shaky hand comes to rest on your shoulder, gripping tightly to steady himself. Stay focused, stay focused, he repeats to himself again and again, trying his hardest not to drop the pocky — It's just a stupid game, why are you freaking out so much right now, dumbass? Just don't drop it, don't drop it, don't-

Aki tastes the chocolate on his tongue right before he feels your lips brush against his. The slightest touch, your plush lips just barely pressed to his own, but enough to send tingles over his shoulders and his spine, enough for him to feel the warmth of your breath. His hand on your shoulder grips even tighter, and your hands fist the straps of his apron, ever-so slightly tugging him in.

Aki gasps quietly, and he bites down a little harder than he should have, his breath comes out a lot quicker than he wants it to. And then, he hears a small snap, and he feels you pull away.

His eyes flutter open to see you smiling, trying your best to stifle little giggles, the smallest smear of chocolate over your lips. Not much of the pocky is left, but what remains is still between his teeth, sticking out of his mouth.

"I pulled away first," You tilt your head at him, wiping the chocolate from your lips with your thumb. "So that means I lose."

"I-" Aki tenses up for a second, his voice muffled by the pocky stick. He looks away sheepishly, then stands up straight, pushing the remainder of the pocky into his mouth.

"That was pretty easy, see? Now you're off the hook."

"Uh, yeah," Aki licks the chocolate from his fingers. "I guess so."

Your eyes narrow, "You won, but you seem disappointed. Was it not fun?"

Aki simply shrugs, turning back to his plate of half-cut fruit. The faint shade of pink dusted over his cheeks and the tips of his pierced ears is starting to fade, but it's still there, nonetheless. You watch as he goes back to cutting apples; he winces when he accidentally grazes his thumb with the tip of his knife. His hands are shaking, and he's lost the sense of precision he had before.

You listen to the idle tick, tick of the clock on the wall. Aki exhales a shuddery breath through his mouth.

The taste of chocolate still lingers on his tongue, he can still feel the ghost of your lips pressed against his. You were right there, you almost… the two of you almost…

Aki swallows the lump forming in his throat, and he's knocked out of his daze when he hears you speak again, your voice quiet, but close to his ear.

"If you wanted to kiss me, you could have just asked me, you know."

Your hand is cupping Aki's cheek in an instant. Aki twists towards you, stumbling back a little, catching the corner of the counter to keep himself from falling — You're close, so damn close, your palm on his face is warm, you're touching him. His heartbeat immediately quickens back to its earlier eager pace, his cheeks burn, his breath catches in his throat.

Aki gulps. He forces himself to meet your gaze, despite how desperately his brain is telling him to look away. His voice is low, smooth, but is still unable to hide a bit of his nervousness.

"Then, can I kiss you?" Gently, slowly, with a hand that slightly trembles, he grasps your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up towards him. "Or, do you want to play again?"

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 5 months

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Send me an anonymous ask completing the sentence "I wish you would write a fic where..."

...you are constantly arguing with your annoying neighbour Mike. Until your anger turns into something else...

Next door

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A/N: So this anon ask has been in my inbox for the LONGEST time, and I finally got around to writing this... My brain is on fire right now, so if there are any tags missing please tell me!!!

Pairing: annoying neighbor Mike x reader

Summary: This new guy next door is really bugging you... Until - yet another - noise complaint one night gets a happy ending.

Word count: 4.1k

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI. Oral (m and f receiving), p-in-v sex (unprotected. Be smarter!), a reflective surface is involved (not a mirror, but ehh), cum play, Mike calls reader 'little missy' once. Oh yeah and they're taking nudes, which I feel I should at least mention.

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“Turn the fucking music down!” You slammed your fist against the door for the hundredth time. The left-hand neighbor had always been a minor pain in your ass, but this... Maybe it wasn’t the middle of the night, but the walls of these apartments were pretty much made of glorified rice paper, and you hadn’t bought tickets to this impromptu rave, so...

The door opened suddenly, leaving you standing in front of it, looking like an idiot with your fist raised up in the air. Especially when your jaw dropped to the floor to boot. Firstly, because this wasn’t your neighbor, secondly because the guy in front of you was kinda really fucking cute, and lastly because he was wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants. His chest and face were covered in paint splatter – some dark color you couldn’t quite make out.

“Hi, are you my next-door neighbor? I’m Mike, I moved in like three days ago. I’ve been meaning to stop by!” He stuck out a hand, looked at it, and pulled it back. It, too, was covered in paint. “Right, sorry, just finishing up some painting. Didn’t realize the walls were so thin.”

His smile was so disarming that you were immediately annoyed by it. Nevertheless, you introduced yourself and went on your way. He kept his promise. Approximately. You could still hear the music, but it was a manageable volume, at least.

***

Now that you’d been introduced, Mike seemed to be everywhere. In the elevator right when the doors closed, making you those few seconds late to catch your bus to work. In the supermarket, buying the last of whatever you really needed or liked. Having the audacity to ask if he could borrow some eggs...

But what really seemed to cement your irritation was Blondie – not the band, but the girl you had seen leaving his place at 6 in the morning, when you’d ventured out for a double espresso after already having been kept up all night by... noises of the obvious kind. You’d wanted to slap that fucked-out smirk off his dumb face. And whatever dumb expression that woman had had on her stupid face, too. Not that you cared who he slept with. No, he could fuck whoever he damn well pleased, but he didn’t have to keep you up while doing it.

“Can you bone quieter?” you’d snapped at him when you ran into him that afternoon. He’d grinned. Bastard. And then he’d had the stones to promise he’d ‘try next time’. You honestly didn’t know which had bothered you more: ‘try’ or ‘next time’.

***

“Mike, for fuck’s sake!” Yes, it was the weekend. No, you didn’t have work in the morning. Yes, the movie was only a little loud, and you could technically elect to ignore it. So why were you in the hallway, in your pajamas, making a fuss at Mike’s door? You didn’t have time to think about it, because it wasn’t long before the door opened, and Mike appeared, with a beer in his hand. And wearing nothing but his underwear — boxer briefs with tiny pizza slices on them. Kinda cute. Impressive bu— alright, moving on!

“What?” he snapped.

“Well, you’re obviously dealing with something, so I’m gonna…”

“Got passed over for a promotion,” he muttered. “It’s no big deal.” You’d have believed him if it wasn’t so glaringly obvious that he was lying his ass off. “I’ll turn the TV down. Sorry.”

“Eh,” you said just before he could close the door, “you want some company?”

“Sure,” he said, opening the door again so you could walk in.

“Right, I just poured myself a glass of wine, so I’m gonna go get that, and you can” — you gestured at his mostly naked body — “put on some clothes?”

“Oh… Right, yeah,” Mike said, his ears quickly going red. It was adorable, especially combined with the way he looked at you as he bit his lip…

You retrieved your wine, and joined a now disappointingly appropriately dressed Mike at his place. It was dark – as in; most of the walls were painted a very dark color that you still couldn’t really put a name on because of the interesting lighting. It looked like Mike was singlehandedly responsible for keeping manufacturers of RGB LED-lights in business.

The interior was cozier than you’d expected from a single guy Mike’s age, but that was balanced out nicely by the pretty top-of-the-line gaming PC on the desk next to the couch, and the slightly-too-big-for-the-place TV on the wall opposite the couch.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Mike said, gesturing at the comfy looking couch. “You want snacks? I was going to make myself popcorn.” He lingered by the kitchen counter until the popcorn was done, and then hesitantly joined you on the couch. “Wanna watch a movie or something?” he asked carefully.

His Netflix suggestions were almost exclusively horror — typical — which you weren’t overly fond of — equally as typical.

“You don’t happen to have a blanket?” It was quite cold in the apartment, even though Mike didn’t seem to think so; he seemed quite comfortable in his t-shirt and sweats.

“Yeah, I do,” he said, hopping off the couch and making his way towards the bedroom, only to return moments later with a heap of fabric in his arms.

“Tell me this didn’t touch a naked Blondie,” you said before taking the blanket from him, glaring up at his beaming smile.

“Best I can do is tell you I washed it afterwards,” he answered. Fine. It’d have to do. “You’re going to have to share this, though.” Sneaky bastard! It was a pretty big blanket, but nowhere near big enough to stretch to both ends of the couch. “Come on, Sweetcheeks, I don’t bite!”

You didn’t believe that for a second.

You didn’t want to believe it.

***

“Oh my god, don’t go into the kitchen! Are you dumb?” you yelled at the TV when the characters in the movie made yet another extremely poor decision. Moments later, you hid your face in Mike’s t-shirt when the person in question got slashed. “All these people have a fucking death wish. Why is this fun again?”

“I mean,” Mike muttered, tightening the arm he had draped around you, “this is pretty nice, don’t you think?”

You snuggled closer to him. He was right; this wasn’t so bad. In fact, it wasn’t bad at all… His fingers trailed slow circles over your arm, moving down — over the blanket, much to your surprise — until his hand was at your waist.

“You’re making a move on me,” you noted dryly as you leaned forward to put your wine glass down on the coffee table.

“Absolutely,” Mike responded equally indifferently. “Do you, eh… want me to stop doing that?”

No.

“Yeah.” What was wrong with you? “No?” Right. “Maybe?” Oh, for fuck’s sake!

“Maybe?” Mike repeated, raising an eyebrow at you. “Can I help you make a decision?”

You wanted to be mad at that sweet smile and those bright blue puppy-eyes that made a mess of your brain — and a second, undisclosed location — but the look on his face did spark the sudden urge to kiss him, which solved the problem you were having nicely.

Although… You could make him try a little harder, right?

“I hope that’s not all you’ve got,” you teased. Flirting wasn’t your specialty — neither was subtlety, so it was very nice that you were just openly discussing how your evening was going to go.

“Babe, I have like… two moves, and you’ve already seen half of them,” Mike replied with a goofy grin on his face. It was so adorable that you had to look away in order to not start giggling like an absolute buffoon.

“Well, what’s the other one?” you managed — barely — while forcing yourself to meet his eyes again.

You felt Mike’s hand on your cheek; he tilted your head up and pressed his lips to yours before you even truly realized what was going on.

It was a soft little peck on your lips — nothing like the tongue-heavy drool-fest you had imagined during those nights when his escapades with Blondie had kept you up with nothing else to do but fantasize about your neighbor’s obnoxiously loud sex-life.

In those fantasies, the sex hadn’t been any good.

There had been a few dreams, however — dreams, not fantasies. At least, that’s what you told yourself so you wouldn’t have to take any responsibility for them — in which Mike had been very skilled. The key difference between the two was the object of his desires. Because those dreams sure as fuck hadn’t been about Blondie.

“Good move,” you noted dryly, rolling your eyes as you watched that goofy grin spread over his face again. “Show me again?”

This time, you grabbed the back of his neck when his lips touched yours, and you kissed him back. Hard.

Your sudden outburst made him chuckle, and within seconds you felt his lips part and his tongue slide along your bottom lip, instantly taking you back to those dreams you'd had. A moan escaped you before you could stop it, and Mike took that to mean you were game for more.

He wasn't wrong.

Soon — very soon — he was pulling on your arm in an attempt to move you into a more practical position, and once you let him, he didn't waste a single second trying to get you under him.

His eagerness should have felt different than it did. Juvenile. Insulting, even. Instead, it made you feel giddy and desired, and it turned you on to no end.

His hands were as enthusiastic as his mouth, greedily exploring your body — your chest, in particular. This guy clearly had a preference.

You moaned into Mike's mouth as he roughly squeezed your breast through your sweater, relentlessly kneading the flesh hard enough to give you that faint edge of pain you didn't mind. That said, you could live without it.

“Easy,” you warned him, and at first your words fell on deaf ears. “Mikey. Down, boy.”

He lifted those gorgeous blue eyes of his to look at you. “Sorry,” he muttered, a faint blush covering his ears. “Pretty titties make me a little dumb.”

The… interesting compliment made you laugh louder than you had planned, but Mike didn't seem to mind. He just boldly pushed your sweater up until you saw no sense in keeping it on at all, and it ended up on the floor.

For a brief moment, Mike admired your bra — and by ‘admired' you meant ‘stared at it like he was losing his mind'. He spent more time with it than you'd expected, and his next move surprised you quite a bit, if you had to be honest; he moved his hands down to the waistband of the sweatpants you were wearing and pushed it down.

As soon as he saw that you were wearing matching panties, he got up on his knees and pulled your sweatpants off, before you even really realized what was going on. The string of profanities Mike muttered under his breath definitely helped you understand what was happening, and you chuckled.

“Like it?” you asked, reveling in the attention he was giving you.

“Sweetcheeks, are you for real?” he said, looking at you as if you were nuts while grabbing your hand and guiding it to his crotch. He was rock hard — which wasn't surprising at all, but flattering nonetheless.

Mike sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth when you ran your hands over his length. For a moment you thought that you liked what you felt just about as much as he liked what he saw — and then you looked at his face again, and you were fairly sure you'd never enjoy anything in life the way Mike was enjoying the view he had of you.

That said, the hard-on he was sporting was impressive, and you were more than happy to investigate further.

You sat up while grabbing the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Hmm,” you hummed softly. “Can I take a look, baby?”

“Oh, you can do a lot more than take a look, Sweetcheeks,” Mike laughed — but his laughter died down quickly when you pulled his pants down and wrapped your hand around his shaft without hesitation. “God damn, you're not wasting time. Love th—ah!”

You chuckled when his talking was replaced by an uncontrolled grunt as you bent your head and took the tip of his cock in your mouth.

As you'd already suspected, he liked it sloppy; every objectively disgusting sound you made was rewarded with sweet sounds of pleasure, every flick of your tongue made him squirm. Everything about it was fantastic. Mike was grateful and vocal, and no annoying head-shoving moves were made.

The downside was that he must have thought it was pretty fantastic, too, because it wasn't long before you got a somewhat disappointing warning.

“Fuck, Sweetcheeks, I'm gonna cum,” he rasped between heavy, ragged breaths while you just prayed the guy had enough stamina for a second round later on.

He seemed a little surprised that you didn't take your mouth off him after his warning, even going so far as to ask you if you'd heard him, to which you couldn't really respond with anything other than a vague nod and affirmative hum. Just moments later, a seductive look up at him became his undoing.

His sticky, salty release coated your tongue and you managed to surprise Mike again — and possibly even more than before — by swallowing.

“Hot.” The look in his eyes told you he wasn’t lying, but you didn’t get much time to analyze his expression, because he leaned in to kiss your neck, steadily making his way down, placing sloppy kisses on your skin as he moved down your neck.

You shivered when his fingers brushed past your nipple, which he picked up on. His hands lingered, toying with you through the fabric of your bra while his mouth continued its exploration of your body, all the way down your stomach, and you let out a frustrated moan in anticipation of his next move.

Impatiently, he pulled your underwear to the side and settled between your legs.

“Pretty,” he concluded after taking a look at you, and you felt your cheeks heat up. Before you could even reply, you felt his tongue against your skin as he started his next — again; sloppy — expedition of your body.

He was genuinely remarkably good at figuring out what you liked, and soon he found the perfect spot, getting everything right. Rhythm, pressure… everything.

When you moaned his name, he let out an adorable chuckle with a slightly cocky edge to it, but you couldn't be annoyed by the confidence. Good lord he deserved to be a little arrogant. The man had skills.

Of course, it was best not to dwell on the what, how and when of how he'd acquired those skills, and you tried your best to banish any thought that had anything to do with that sort of thing from your mind, the occasional infuriating image of Blondie flashing in your brain as he went along with his scheme to drive you absolutely crazy.

It wasn't long before your legs tensed up — he noticed and hummed appreciatively, looking up at you through the thick, long eyelashes that surrounded those incredible eyes. You only managed to lock eyes with him for a moment before a particularly well-placed flick of his tongue forced you to throw your head back and screw your eyes shut as he worked you over the edge.

Not long after, he got back on his knees, a cocky grin on his face. “You look pretty when you cum,” he noted. “Can't wait to do that again. But now…” He grabbed his cock and gave himself a few slow strokes. So he did have the stamina.

Slowly, clearly gauging your reaction, he teased you with the tip of his cock — laughing again when you whined softly.

“Please…” You barely managed more than a whisper, but he heard you just fine, taking his time to guide himself to your entrance, and pushing into you as slowly as his enthusiastic and horny self could manage.

You relished the feeling of your walls struggling ever so slightly to accommodate him. Through your eyelashes, you saw the corners of his mouth twitch up every so often. God, he was an insufferable jerk, but he was hot and good and adorable, so you forgave him.

After the first few slow thrusts, he grabbed one of your legs and lifted it until it was resting against his chest, a renewed sense of impatience radiating from him — it made you laugh; this guy really couldn't go slow for more than seven seconds before getting bored with it, could he?

“Come on,” you teased, “I thought you were going to fuck me?”

His mouth morphed into a silent O before widening into that smirk again. “Alright, alright,” he chuckled, “little missy's all talk, huh?”

“I can walk the walk,” you replied.

“Maybe not tomorrow, though,” he said with a (botched) wink. You gently nudged the side of his face with your leg by means of punishment for that horrible joke, but when he responded with a little bite, you groaned.

An even louder moan escaped you when he grabbed your hip with one hand and your thigh with the other, and thrust his hips forward. If this was what he had planned for you now, then maybe he was right after all…

His thrusts were fast and hard now, falling into a rhythm so fast he could barely keep up with it himself — which he soon discovered, causing him to stop.

Without hesitation, he rolled you over and dragged you onto your knees, immediately sliding his cock back into you from behind. It took you a moment to get the angle right, but once you did, you found yourself grasping for a pillow to bury your face in. You knew how thin these walls were.

Suddenly, you didn't find Blondie quite as annoying as before; there was no way to keep quiet.

“I really like this thong, Sweetcheeks,” Mike said while he absentmindedly played with the sheer fabric. He had good taste, you decided. You loved this set, too, and part of you found it really nice that he hadn't rushed to take it off — or tried to take it off at all.

It started to become clear to you that he was going to be able to keep this up way longer than you were, so you moved away, prompting Mike to make a very disappointed sound that made you feel so bad for him that you almost moved right back.

“Sit down,” you said sternly, and he listened immediately, that dumbass grin widening until he was smiling from ear to ear.

It was cute of him to think that he knew what was going to happen… Indeed, he seemed surprised when you didn't straddle him like he was expecting. Instead, you turned around.

“Sweetcheeks, I'm trying really hard to not actually cheer for myself right now,” he laughed when he realized what was going on. He reached for the remote and turned the TV off — and not just because of the particularly unromantic, bloody things that were going on in the movie, but also because the shiny black surface mimicked a mirror with almost annoying accuracy.

Despite your warning that you'd stop and leave him to his own devices if he let out a single peep, he couldn't help himself. “Woohoo,” he blurted out when you guided him to your entrance and sank down on his cock.

“What did I just tell you?” you laughed, slapping his knee to help make your point — it didn't make much of an impression.

“Sorry, the view is just… God, you're sexy,” he muttered before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“Alright, I forgive you,” you said with a smile, looking back over your shoulder to see Mike there, with a blissful smile on his face.

When you began to move, you couldn't help but think how you could easily skip your next leg day, because this was hard work, but the appreciative sounds that spilled near-continuously from Mike's gorgeous lips made it all worth your while.

That said, looking in your reflection in the TV, you had to admit it did look pretty hot — and that wasn't even the premium view of your ass Mike was currently getting.

Soon — although, according to your burning thighs, not quite soon enough — Mike’s fingers dug into your hips hard, and his breathing became erratic.

“Not gonna be long,” he whispered barely loud enough for you to hear. “Where… eh…?”

“Wherever you want, baby,” you said in your most seductive tone. It worked flawlessly; Mike let out a pained grunt before surprising you by pushing you off of him and dragging you onto the couch again.

He pulled your panties to the side, his eyes never leaving yours as he gave himself a few rough strokes that finished him off.

“Fuck, I mean… I think I know what the answer is going to be,” he sighed as he looked at the mess he'd made of your pussy, “but can I take a picture?”

You honestly had no clue what came over you, but you answered his question with a decisive nod. The feeling you got when he grabbed his phone was indescribable; filthy, sexy, but mostly taboo.

While you still reveled in that feeling, Mike surprised you again by pulling your panties back into place and running his fingers over the fabric again a few times, soaking it with his cum. You whined softly when he brushed past your swollen clit, sparking your desire all over again.

“You like that, Sweetcheeks?” he asked before pulling you into his side. “Let's see if we can mess up these pretty panties some more, huh?”

He settled on a steady rhythm, leaving you gasping at all the different sensations you felt at once; the coarse texture of the fabric, the slick mix of your own arousal mixed with Mike's cum, the feeling of his teeth on your earlobe and his hot breath on your ear as he moaned and gasped every time you did… It wouldn't take him long to unravel you completely, and he knew that.

“Cum for me, pretty little thing,” he whispered when the final flick of your fingers pushed you over the edge, and you couldn't stifle a scream.

Mike showered you with compliments and sweet little nicknames, stroking your hair and covering both of you with the blanket. You just collapsed into his side and held onto him. ‘Good girl' was a personal favorite of yours, which was odd, because you'd never particularly cared for it before.

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“Do you want to go get cleaned up?” he asked after you'd just spent a while hanging out on the couch. A faint sense of panic washed over you. Was he telling you it was time to go home? Couldn't you just stay with him a little while longer? Why did he want you to leave?

Luckily, Mike picked up the change in your mood. “After that, we can watch another movie?”

A sigh of relief escaped you, and you looked at the time. It wasn't late yet, you could definitely watch another movie. Maybe then you'd be ready to leave… But even that thought freaked you out a little.

“I'd love for you to stay the night, babe,” Mike whispered, picking up on your quiet panic again.

One quick shower later, you were back on the couch, nestled into Mike's side again. Neither of you had bothered to put on any clothes — it just felt right that way. This time, Mike had gone through the trouble of finding you both a romantic comedy that seemed fun — it was, although the plot was a little predictable and the acting wasn't great. It still beat something from the top 100 worst horror movies of all time by a landslide.

“We could do this again, maybe?” Mike said carefully after a while. “But maybe next time it can be a date?”

“What about Blondie?” you scoffed. It came out harsher than you'd intended, but he didn't seem to mind.

“She's just a hookup,” he answered plainly, “and I obviously won't be seeing her anymore if we're going to start dating.”

“Oh,” you replied. It wasn't clever, but it was the only thing you could come up with. “What if we don't work out?”

“I promise I’ll move out,” Mike laughed, and you joined him — despite that tiny part of you that was absolutely certain the next time either of you moved, it would be into the apartment next door…

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The twins are sent back to the bottom pits of Rageous. Velvet does something horrible under the effects of the Troll poison. The twins run off in search of shelter… but not far from their tail… a new villian is after them for the bounty on their head. Soon, other crime bosses begin to find out about their worth.

A black car pulled up to the two bodies. One still lay unconscious, the other lay severely beaten…and dead.

Out of the black stepped a pair of silver steel boots. A black trench coat stretch all the way down to his ankles. Black army pants covered his legs, a dark gray skin fright shirt covered his torso. Scars covered his body, his neck, his face. He had the same sharp tooth grin like his henchmen. His long stringy, dark blue hair tied back in the form of dreadlocks. His real name was unknown, they just called him Shank. He walked up to his fallen henchmen.

“Idiot got offed by a couple of kids. Pathetic.” He kicked the body. He looked at the one who lay unconscious. “That one is going to wish he was offed by the brats. Get him in the trunk. I’ll deal with him later.”

He paced back and forth looking through the dark alleys and streets…. His eyes began to glow with a pink pigmentation.

“They couldn’t have gone that far….Set around the perimeter… find them. Oh! And send out the birds.” Shank demanded with a smirk on his face

“Keep up Vennie come on!” Velvet yelled over her shoulder as she pulled him along. She dared not let go of her grip on him… afraid that she would turn around and he would be gone.

“Vels where are we running too?” He called out to her, trying his best to keep his balance as she held tightly to his hand. Somewhere, anywhere, she thought to herself. Velvet did her best to imagine where they could go, where they could hide. The address they had given them back at the detention center would be no good. Somehow those thugs would figure it out and go looking for them there.

What happened back there, what she did… she really couldn’t comprehend. She just knew her brother was in trouble, and she just lost it… no self control, no nothing.

“Velvet please hold on!” She felt Veneer tug his hand away from hers. She turned around to find him bent over wheezing, trying to catch his breath. How long were they running for?

“I wasn’t….the best….in sports…. remember.” He said in between breaths. Right. How could she forget, Veneer the nerd was never a sports kinda of guy.

“Well hurry up!” Velvet pushed him behind some dumpsters nearby. “We didn’t get very far. Who knows who showed up or even saw.” She pulled up her hoodie over her head. Velvet did the same to Veneer although he already wore his purple beanie.

“Uugghh! Your stupid hair!” She exclaimed as his green swoop still stuck out.

“Dont be jealous-HEY!” He exclaimed as she began to try and flatten it out. It eventually made a side swoop down his right eye. She laughed. “What did do!?” He asked touching his hair.

“Emo Vennie, never thought I’d ever see that.” Velvet giggled.

“Seriously Vels!” He tried to look at himself in a nearby window. “I’m putting it back once we’re out of sight.” He pouted.

“Whatever. Okay we have to keep moving.” She peeked around the dumpster.

“Why not try to crash here?” He asked pointing at the run down building.

“No. Still too close to the scene. We HAVE to keep moving.” Velvet told him. In their moment of silence, a weird noise was heard in the distance.

ZZZZZZZ….

It sounded like the buzzing of a bug… a giant one…

ZZZZZZZZ…..

“Head down!” She exclaimed pushing her brother out of view.

At the center of the streets above them flew a drone. The X shaped machine hovered to and from, scanning its surroundings.

ZZZZZZ.

Another one appears in the farther distance…great… they were trapped.

“Drones! Really? How in the world are we going to get away?” Veneer questioned as he saw the machines hovering in the air. Velvet didn’t know. No matter how well they could cover themselves, once those drones saw movement, they’d do a facial recognition scan…. And they’d be done for.

“Follow me.” She said. They stayed as close as they could to the wall and began walking down the alley. They were able to make it to the end of the alley and to the next street. Velvet glanced around for any drones or vehicles. For now, they were clear.

“To the next alley….. now!” She didn’t give her brother a moment to think. Velvet grasped his hand again and pulled him along with her as they darted to the next alley.

ZZZZZZZZ.

Hovering above them was the drone. It spotted them with a bright light.

“We have them sir.” Said a voice.

At the other side of town, Shank and his henchmen were viewing the drone feed through a small computer.

“I know those streets.” He said. “Send in the rest of the drones. Keep them there until we can arrive.” He leaned in to watch the feed; live footage of the twins running for the life. “My little trophies are going to bring me in big bucks… plus a little extra for the inconvenience….”

He was silent as he saw the actions that happened next. The brother grabbed something as they were running, turned around, and smashed the drone right in the camera. He saw him smash and smash until their screen went blank.

“What happened?” He asked.

“He took out our bird.” His henchmen said.

“WELL SEND IN ANOTHER ONE! GET ME A VIEW OF THOSE DAMN KIDS. YOU GUYS! GET TO THAT STREET AND SEE IF YOU CAN FIND THEM NOW!!” He screamed.

“What the heck Veneer?” Velvet exclaimed.

“It was following us Vels! What was a I supposed to do?” They both stared at the broken drone lying before them. Something clicked inside Veneer. He ran to the drone and began shoving it in his duffle bag.

“Veneer leave it! Let’s go!” Velvet exclaimed. He zipped up his bag and ran towards his sister. She glanced to the left and saw some stairs that led down to the subways.

“Follow me!” She said. The siblings made their way down the stairs and into the darkness of the subway tunnels. There were some Rageouns hanging about waiting for the train. They looked at the twins in confusion as they ran by. Velvet led them down an empty waiting area.

“Crap! Crap! Crap!” She exclaimed. Velvet turned behind her… where was Veneer? “Vennie?…Vennie!” She called in despair.

“Vels follow me!” She heard him call out from across the tracks. She could hear the sound of the train getting closer. Velvet hurried herself across the tracks and onto the other side.

“What the heck Ven?” She said.

“Come on.” He told her. She had no choice, she followed Veneer deep into the other side of the subway tunnels.

It was quiet, empty. Hardly if no one passed through there, she could tell. But how did her brother know about this? She followed him into the deepest part until they came to what looked like a door. Veneer pushed it open. Inside was made into some sort of little apartment. There was a bed, a couch, a tv… and arcade game?

“What the heck Veneer? What is this?” She asked him.

“It was my hideout back in the day. Well not like way back, but when we were on our own for a while, remember. When you’d be gone and the bullies come knocking at our door, I’d come hide here. Or when I would go out to make cash and maaaayybe got into trouble. Bam! Here I was! Took me awhile to get that arcade in here but I did!” Veneer smiled. Velvet looked at her brother… she really didn’t give him enough credit. He’d spend a lot of days alone… and being the more sensitive one, the ruffians and thugs knew to come pick on him. But he managed… he managed days without her.

“Okay. We’ll hide out here for now.” She said finally laying her duffle bag on the floor. Velvet heard a distant grumble… was that someone’s stomach?

“Sorry! All that running… I’m kind of hungry.” Veneer admitted.

“Well they gave us some cash before feeding us to the wolves down here.” She said.

“Oh! A sandwich shop is just above us! Not the best, but definitely better than prison food!” Veneer chimed.

“Stop it.” Velvet told him.

“Stop what?” He asked.

“Stop being so….so….so cheerful.” She sat down on the small couch. Velvet stared at the wall… she didn’t know what to do… she didn’t know who they could trust…. She was stuck taking care of her and her brother again.

“Sorry..” She heard Veneer say as he sat himself next to his duffle bag, hugging his knees. He was honestly just happy to be alive and safe right now…. Alive and safe with his sister. Veneer was actually the one always looking out for her… deep down she knew this. Velvet had always been hard on him…. Maybe it was time to change that…

“What sandwich do you want?” She asked standing up. Veneer looked at her questionably. “We have to eat. We can’t starve down. I’ll sneak up and get us some food really quick. Enough to last us a couple of days so they can get off our rear ends. Do we have working water down here?”

“Yeah! There’s a working bathroom not far down.” He said.

“Then get settled. We’re staying down here for a while.” She exclaimed.

Back on the side of the city, Shank stared off to the top of Mount Rageous. One of his henchmen came to him.

“They’re gone sir. Drones couldn’t find them. We went to the location, searched everywhere. Nothing.” He said. Shank twiddled a knife in his fingers.

“Kids are smarter than I thought. Smarter than what she told me.” He spit to the ground. “Hold off searching for them for now. Get on the line with the Upper Rageous. For all the trouble these kids have cost me, I am tripling the price for them.”

“Yes sir. Oh, one more thing. We got more sir.” His henchmen said. Shank smiled.

“Enough to sell too?” He asked.

“Yes sir.” His henchmen replied.

“Good.” Shank said walking up to the dark vehicle. He lifted up them blanket that lay over a tank. Inside, with terrified little faces, were Trolls. “Include this batch in the pricing along with the two brats.”

The little Trolls inside the tank shook in fear… unknowing what lay ahead. Within that batch of Trolls was a familiar bluish/gray one. He was already planning an escape, calculating his next moves.

“No one is gonna get their hands on me.” Branch said.

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How Sweet it is When You Steal It

Kinktober Day IV: Stepcest

Pairing: himbo!stepbrother Jake Jensen x kinda gray!stepsister reader

Words: ~2.1k

Summary: Jake can’t take a hint.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (lots of teasing, fingering, handjob, unprotected vaginal sex, shower sex, cream pie), Jake is awkward and adorable and so dumb, bug smooshing, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: He’s so cute and stupid, I wuv him!!

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“Hi Jakey!”

“Hi pumpki-in.” Jake almost swallowed his tongue when he looked up to greet you and choked at the sight of you in your adorable little cheerleader outfit, wishing he could curse as an unbelievable amount of lewd teasing started coming through his headset. “How was the game?”

“Oh shit, the cheerleader uniform?” He was going to kill all of them the next time he saw them, but Colin was definitely going first. “Take a fucking picture, Jay. How short is the skirt? Like, does she have to bend over at all for you to see panties?”

“Shut up, asshole.” Jake snarled into his mic as he tried to smile at you, whimpering when you opened the fridge and bent over so he got a full view of the panties all the guys were so interested in.

“It was good, we won!” You practically skipped over to the couch and sat on the back of it right next to his head, like, he wouldn’t even have to stretch if he wanted to nibble on your thigh. “How is your game going?”

“Tell her it was going fine until your cocktease of a stepsister showed up, Jensen.” And Drysdale was next, he was going to get creative with it too. “For fuck’s sake man, just let her suck your cock like she’s so obviously creamy for so we can quit having all these interruptions.”

“It’s good, we’ve done this run before.” He sucked in a harsh breath when you swung one leg over the back of the couch so your cotton covered pussy was right in front of his face, but that was a bad idea because then the scent of you was filling his lungs and Paul was asking if this was better or worse than the time you’d crawled into his lap wearing nothing but your panties and sleep cami while you watched a scary movie and he wanted to die. “Sorry I missed it. You wanna go get some food?”

“No, I’m all sweaty, I’m gonna go take a shower.” Jake was so happy you couldn’t hear all the suggestions his friends were making about exactly what he should feed you, and really hoped that the heat in his face didn’t mean he was beet red when you hopped off the couch and stretched. “But maybe we can order some Korean or something when I’m done?”

“Yeah, okay.” The way his voice cracked at the end of his sentence when you pulled your top off in full view of him was painful, and then he almost wrenched his neck snapping his vision away from you so he didn’t see anything while the idiots in his headset speculated about what exactly you were doing to torture him now. “All of you shut up! You’re so goddamn stupid, let just do this run.”

“You’re the stupid one, Jensen.” Lance could fuck right off. “Your little pumpkin stepsister is basically presenting her pussy to you on a silver platter and you’re too chickenshit to do anything about it.”

“Yeah, she’s my stepsister, asshole.” He took a long gulp of his slurpee to try to calm down. “She’s not presenting her… herself to me, you’re all just perverts.”

“Oh, she’s not?” Fucking Andy now, his kill list was getting long. “Let’s review; we already mentioned the almost naked lap sitting. There’s also the constant asking if she’s not wearing enough to go out in public, her begging to sleep in your bed because of thunderstorms, the seeming inability to go without touching you for more than ten seconds in the same room, oh that very unsisterly kiss she gave you at the Christmas party last year that she justified with mistletoe. Did I miss anything?”

“The masturbating.” Jake hated that he could hear Ari’s amusement when he growled over the headset.

“Ah yes, the masturbating! Do you think she bought the loudest vibrator on the planet on purpose, Jake? Or that she really can’t help but moan and pant and sob like a damn pornstar when she knows you’re in the next room?”

Jake was about to tell them all they could fuck each other when he heard you shriek, cursing when he spilled his slurpee all over himself as he rose to his feet in a rush as he ripped off the headset before charging towards the bathroom. He almost tore the door off the hinges when you screamed again, his eyes wild when he saw you cowering in the corner completely naked but barely registered it.

“What? What the fuck happened?” He couldn’t keep his eyes in one place as he tried to figure out what had made you scream like that. “Are you hurt!?”

“There’s a spider…spider!” You pointed towards the bathtub and yelped when he ripped the shower curtain open. “It’s so big, and it jumped! Kill it, Jakey!”

Normally Jake would have just scooped the thing up with a newspaper and taken it outside, but you were damn near hysterical. So he apologized under his breath before grabbing some toilet paper and smooshing the dime sized house spider that had the misfortune of terrifying you, then flushed his victim down the toilet.

“You scared the shit out of me, pumpkin, I thought someone came in the wind… fuck.” He suddenly realized how very naked you were, naked and curvy and smooth and very close to him in his tiny bathroom. “I’ll leave you to it, then!”

“You’re my hero, Jakey! Wait!” You stepped in front of the door when he tried to leave, biting your lip and batting your eyelashes at him as you stepped even closer to him and sighed softly. “You’re all sticky, we need to get you out of these clothes.”

“Wha-what?!” This was so bad, your parents were going to kill him, he still didn’t stop you when you started to peel his shirt over his head, just swallowing thickly and raising his arms to help you out while he mumbled stupidly. “I spilled my slurpee.”

“Oh no.” So, so bad, but your fingers felt so nice trailing over his skin before you started to undo his jeans. “And it soaked through, let’s get you in the shower.”

“Okay.” He was in shock, that was it, he just let you pull him after you as you turned on the water. “Together?”

“Mmhm.” God, now you were wet and lathering up your hands and maybe he was dead? Maybe he had slipped when he ran into the bathroom and cracked his skull open and he was dead. He couldn’t decide if he was in heaven or hell though. “We’ll save water.”

“That’s good.” Your hands were on him and he decided it was heaven. “Responsible.”

“It sure is, we’ll get so much cleaner too, help each other get to those hard to reach places.” Fuck, you were getting lower and he was pretty sure he was about to bust like a virgin. “Mmm, you’re so big, Jakey, you want me to help?”

“Yes. Oh fuck.” He groaned when you wrapped your soapy hands around his achingly hard dick and started stroking, choking your grip under his tip and stepping closer so you could rub your nose over his throat. “God, that feels good.”

“Good, I just want you to feel good, Jakey.” You whined as you nibbled at his jaw, looking at him with big pleading eyes that he wanted to fall into. “Don’t you want me to feel good? Want to help me get those hard to reach spots clean?”

“If you need me to.” He only hesitated for a second before soaping up his own hands and sliding one down between your legs, groaning when he slipped a finger between your warm pussy lips and felt you throb for him. “I’ll get you so clean.”

“I know you will, oh Jake.” You tilted your head back and whimpered when he found your clit, stroking him faster as he petted your cunt while his other hand rested on your waist. “My tits need to get clean too, Jakey.”

He was pretty sure he was going to do whatever you wanted him to do from this moment forward, ducking to press his lips to yours and groan as the hand that wasn’t circling your swollen clit came up to gently cup your tit. You were so soft, and your kiss tasted so sweet, and he didn’t even care that his friends were going to give him all kinds of shit if they ever found out about this.

“Jake, oh! I want you inside me.” You nibbled on his bottom lip as you begged him, smiling when he practically sobbed into your mouth when he felt warm cream from your cunt gush all over his fingers. “Don’t you want it, Jakey? It’s so good, my pussy is so tight and soft and warm, I know you’ve thought about it, seen how hard you get when I do my stretches or cuddle with you. Please fuck my little pussy, I want it.”

And that broke him, a tortured growl leaving his lips before he turned you around and pressed your body against the cool tile of the shower. He just grabbed your ass cheeks and spread you open then shoved his cock inside you, tucking his face into your shoulder and groaning at how fucking tight you were before he started rutting into you wildly.

“God, yes! Oh god, fuck my little pussy, Jakey. Just like that, so fucking deep.” You whined when he wrapped a hand around your throat and tilted your head back so he could smash his lips to yours, gasping every time his hips smacked against your ass as your cunt clenched around him. “Tell me how good it feels, Jake. How you’re gonna fuck my tiny hungry pussy like it’s never been fucked. You gonna beat my pussy up, Jakey?”

“Shit, yeah. Gonna fuck this pussy so good.” He couldn’t even make himself care anymore, smacking your ass and growling when you yelped into his mouth. “Yeah, you fucking love that, don’t you? Pussy so fucking tight.”

“I do, I love it, want you to tear my pussy up, Jakey, ruin me.” You whined when he ducked to bite your neck, your eyes fluttering closed when he squeezed your throat tighter and slapped your ass as your whole body shook. “Right there, oh fuck, Jake. You’re fucking my pussy soooo good, gonna make me squirt all over that big dick. Make it your pussy.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, pumpkin.” If he wasn’t already dead you were going to kill him for sure. “It’s my fucking pussy, now make her come for me.”

You screamed when he drove into you harder and his balls slapped against your clit, sagging in his grip and squirting all over him while you spasmed violently through your orgasm. He couldn’t stop moving though, still thrusting his cock into your fluttering cunt mindlessly while you whined and arched your back so he could keep hitting that perfect spot even though you were on the verge of collapse.

“Come in your pussy, please, Jakey. Fill your fucking pussy, do it. Oh fuck, fill it, please…” you were babbling but he loved it, moving his lips back to yours and swallowing your noises greedily as he snarled.

“Gonna do it, keep my pussy full all the fucking time.” He felt the muscles of his core growing tight and growled into your mouth. “You want it, don’t you? Wanna walk around with my cum dribbling out of this pretty little cunt every damn day?”

“Yeah, I want it, Jake.” You could feel him starting to lose it and rose on your tiptoes as you whimpered. “Need it, need your cum. Give it to me.”

Jake practically lifted you off the ground when his orgasm ripped through his body, hooking your knee over his elbow so he could hold you open as his hips jerked against your ass while he pumped you full of his thick, warm cum. You mewled and keened as your pussy milked him dry, letting him bounce you on his cock and bite your lips as he emptied himself into you.

“Jesus fuck, pumpkin.” He kept cradling you in his arms even after he was finished, rubbing his nose against yours and breathing heavily as he let the warm water wash over the two of you. “I really am a fucking idiot.”

“Just a little.” You grinned and bit your lip as you gazed at him, sighing when he slid out of you as he held you close. “But it’s okay, I like himbos. Why don’t we finish up and then I’ll suck your dick while you play CoD.”

#natalie writes #natalie’s kinktober 2022 #kinktober 2022 #jake jensen #jake jensen x fem!reader #jake jensen x y/n #jake jensen x you #jake jensen one shot #jake jensen smut #jake jensen x reader #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans character #tw stepcest #eighteen and over #eighteen plus

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rengokuswif3 · 1 year

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Inosuke Hashibira x Shinazugawa! Reader

The two of you met when he was recovering at the Butterfly Mansion. You were there with your brother, Genya, visiting the Butterfly Girls and helping out around the place

You weren’t a Tsugoku, but you were damn near close in skill. You trained under your other brother, Sanemi, sometimes and also under Gyomei, Genya’s mentor. So you were a fine swordsman with lots of strength and vigor, and just as much of a resting bitch face as your brothers

You always looked like you wanted to bite someone’s head off, so lots of Slayers naturally avoided you. You didn’t mind that though, you didn’t have time to chit chat and dawdle, you had things to do and places to be

So when some kid in a boar head rammed into you on your way out of the mansion, you were pissed off and annoyed. He was shouting about something that you couldn’t understand, something about Gonpachiro and Monichi? Whoever those two were, you didn’t care

“Get out of my way, freak! The hell do you think you’re doing running around a hospital?! You could’ve hurt someone already injured you damn moron!”

“HEH?! WHO YOU CALLING A MORON, SPIKY HAIR?!”

“What is going on?”

You both turned when you heard a grouchy voice. A tall, broad shouldered figure blocked your path, their spiky mohawk making them look even taller

“This idiot in a pig head ran straight into me, that’s what!” You snapped at your brother. Despite being the same age, he was taller than you by about a whole head, so you had to strain your neck to look him in the eye

“Hey you! Why are you running in a damn hospital, you stupid boar?” He towered over the shorter boy

“NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, OTHER SPIKY HAIR!”

The boar kid ran off, despite being yelled at not to run. You looked to your brother, who had a glare on his face as he looked down on you, opening his mouth no doubt to scold you. But you walked away from him, not giving him the chance to. You were late for training anyways, Genya’s complaints about you were going to have to wait for later

It wasn’t long after that you were sent on a mission with the board headed kid, along with some boy in a checkered haori carrying a box on his back, and a kid with yellow hair who whines about everything

“AH! WE MEET AGAIN, SPIKY HAIR!”

“It’s Y/N, you dimwit! Y/N Shinazugawa!”

The name caught the attention of the checkered haori boy. “You’re a Shinazugawa?”

“Yeah, what’s it to you, punk?!”

“Nothing! I just recognized your name was all.” He shrugged nervously.

You rolled your eyes at them all, grumbling that it was time to get going. You wanted to get this mission over with, already sick of their presences

The mission took place in a creepy forest, filled with dead trees and creepy bugs that the yellow haired kid whined about throughout the entire mission. You stalked ahead of them all, hearing them whispering or bickering occasionally

When you all finally located the demon, you decided to split up according to the checkered haori kids orders, and you were stuck with the annoying boar headed guy, or, Inosuke as you learned during the trip

“I say we charge it!”

“No, idiot! Stealth is the better option!”

“Whatever, Shitzuwana, I’M GOING IN!”

“DAMN YOU, INOSUKE!”

Thanks to him, the demon heard you both coming a mile away, easily stopping Inosuke’s attack and knocking you aside. You saw the demon go for Inosuke’s throat, so you quickly got up and ran at the demon, going to slice it’s head. But it was too quick for you, and you almost sliced right into Inosuke’s neck if you didn’t have such good reflexes

“HEY! YOU ALMOST KILLED ME!”

“IF YOU LISTENED TO ME, I WOULDN’T HAVE!”

“THATS A STUPID EXCUSE, WAZUSHIA!”

“ITS SHINAZUGAWA!” You yelled as you fought the demon, until Inosuke shoved you away to fight it himself. You groaned, knowing you’d never win this fight if you fought the boar kid as well as the demon. “Look, let’s fight each other later, alright? We gotta work together!”

Inosuke remembered the fight at Mount Natagumo, where he had learned how to fight alongside somebody instead of by himself and against them. So he nodded and listened to your plan, deciding to challenge you to a fight later to settle who was the better slayer

Eventually, you killed the demon together, but not without busting your leg. You limped as you walked with him to find Tanjiro and Zenitsu, causing him to pick you up without any warning

“HEY! IM FINE! PUT ME DOWN!”

“YOURE SLOWING US DOWN, SHITZUWANA! NOW SHUT UP!”

On the way back to headquarters, Inosuke carried you nearly the whole way, either on his back or in his arms. He bragged that you weighed nothing to him, and how strong he was for carrying you the whole way, but it somehow was less annoying. He also talked about beating you once you recovered, cause fighting someone injured was no fight!

When you got back to headquarters, you unfortunately saw your older brother, Sanemi, sparring with the Serpent Pillar

“What happened to your leg?”

“WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE?!-“

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #kny #inosuke hashiriba #inosuke hashibira x reader

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dualityvn · 1 year

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MAYBE SOME MORE HURT?

MC and Keith or Tenebris are arguing, and Keith or Tenebris in the heat of the moment says something the genuinely hurts MC, and results in said boy being locked out of MC’s room while they cry over the harsh words said.

No resolution needed if you don’t feel like it, I want everyone to suffer.

Hurt (GN!MC x Keith)

× × ×

"Why are you always like this? I get being a little jealous, but you get so cold and hostile towards anyone who so much as touches me or compliments me!" you complain, raising your voice at the last two words.

Keith is leaning against the wall, arms crossed, glaring at the floor. He's been listening to you almost wordlessly.

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

"I just- What am I supposed to say?! I don't like it when they're near you. It makes me anxious," he says, still refusing to look you in the eye.

"What are you even anxious for? They're my friends! I'm not going to stop having friends because you can't handle me being around anyone who isn't you," you fire back.

"That's not what I said! Don't put words in my mouth! I just can't help it, alright? I didn't say you can't have friends, but I'm still not going to be happy when they get too touchy with you!"

"How is that normal? Everyone is telling me they feel weird whenever you're around! You're embarrassing me!"

Keith's glare finally shifts from the floor to you. "I'm embarassing you? Have you seen how many things I do for you? I'm dating you, not your friends! Why do I have to please them?"

"You don't have to please them, I'm just telling you to stop being such a jerk around them!"

That was the last drop. It brings Keith to a boiling point. He's been seething all day, holding back from snapping at others or telling them to stay away from you. And yet he is now being lectured despite it all.

"Now I'm a jerk? All you care about is your friends! You act like you and them are all that matter! Maybe I don't even want to be around them! Do you ever ask me that? Do you ever wonder how much I go through to make you happy?! No! You just care about yourself!" It's his turn to raise his voice and it's something you aren't used to. He's normally very docile and kind.

"That's not true! But you're just so hard to understand!" you try to argue back.

"Of course I'm the one who's hard to understand, not like your precious little friends. I bet you just can't wait to run back to them. How do I know you haven't already cheated on me with one of them?"

"How... how can you say that?!"

The accusation is too much. You begin to tear up and quickly dash towards your room. Keith calls your name, asks you to wait. He sounds regretful. But it's too late now. You lock the door behind you and begin to sob. He calls your name again through the door. There's no traces of anger left in his voice.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I- I didn't mean it!"

He can hear you sobbing and the sound is tearing him apart. He digs into his hair and pulls at it in frustration as his back hits the wall by your door and he slides down it.

His mind races with punishing thoughts aimed at himself. Stupid jerk, ungrateful piece of trash, worthless idiot. How could he say that to you? How dare he make you cry? You're the light of his life and this is how he repays you. What if you'll leave him after this? He'd deserve it, wouldn't he? Maybe that's all he is, an embarassment and a failure of a partner. Maybe he's just been trying hard like a pathetic bug and managed to accomplish nothing.

Somewhere at the back of his mind, Tenebris tries to ask for context, offers some comfort. But it's too faint for Keith to pay him any attention compared to the self hatred that's flooding his mind.

What can he do now? Can he even comfort you in any way? Should he crawl on his knees and beg for forgiveness? He doesn't know. He doesn't want you to cry.

He wishes he could simply crawl into a hole and die.

× × ×

You guys have no idea how hard it was to find some sort of insult Keith would say without being ooc, lmao.

#duality game #yandere #dating sim #visual novel #duality keith #duality drabble

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ramblingoak · 3 months

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For the wip tag game: what's your emergency? (Copia x Aether)?

Hello anon! This fic is an au and takes place in a town called Lucifer’s Hollow (same place my mountain x rain fic is in). Copia is basically an absent minded professor that has a habit of forgetting his stove is on. The plus side is this lets him meet Aether the firefighter. Unfortunately Copia is clueless when it comes to flirting and dating so he has no idea what to do with the handsome, beefy fireman that is definitely interested in dating him.

Here is a little snippet (excuse any mistakes this was written months ago and buried in my notes app 💙) -

Copia heard the door to the lecture hall open and close but ignored it to keep writing on the dry erase board. When an excessive amount of whispering began he couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Terzo better not have come here to bug him about something. He turned to ask his brother what the fuck he wanted but he froze when he saw who had actually visited.

Aether was standing there by his desk. He looked dirty, sweaty and exhausted but just still just as handsome as he always was. In that stupid tight shirt and those equally stupid red suspenders. Definitely stupid and definitely not insanely attractive.

Copia allowed himself a few seconds to process the fireman’s presence before speaking. “Is the school on fire?” Aether laughed and gave Copia a Look he couldn’t read, just a small smile on his face. Copia glanced out at his students who were doing a terrible job pretending they were taking their tests and not listening in.

“Well I felt bad we missed our coffee date this morning,” an alarming uptick in whispering made Copia look out at the class again only to see at least half the students duck their heads back down. “Professor?”

“That’s ok, there was an emergency.” Copia gave Aether a quick smile and pretended to straighten things on his already neat desk.

“Oh sure, but I still wanted to come by and apologize.”

“You didn’t have to come in person.”

“No I didn’t, but I was looking forward to seeing you.” Copia was definitely not blushing. “I like seeing you in your uniform.”

Copia looked down at himself. His black slacks were definitely just shy of being too tight and then he had his black button up and black blazer on. His “priest outfit” as Terzo liked to call it. When he looked back up at Aether he caught the man’s eyes drifting up from his feet all the way back to Copia’s mismatched eyes.

Oh. Well this was an interesting feeling.

Aether held his hand out, a cup from the coffee shop the two had planned to meet at in his grasp. “Thank you Aether. But you still didn’t have to come all this way.” Stop. Blushing.

“Don’t worry Professor. It’s worth it.” Aether’s fingers brushed against Copia’s as the coffee was handed over. “Alright I better get back, the guys are waiting out in the truck. Also you’ve got a class to teach.”

Right, his students. Copia looked over and not a single head was looking at their test papers anymore. He was also pretty sure he saw some phones out and pointed his way. Great.

“Thank you Aether, uh we can reschedule if you want.”

Copia took a quick breath when the man leaned forward and laid a hand on his shoulder. This close Copia could smell the faint hint of smoke attached to his clothes.

“Oh Professor trust me. I want to.” Aether gave his shoulder a squeeze and then started walking backwards to the door. “I’ll call you!”

Copia watched him exit and tried not to grin like an idiot in front of his students, but he was failing miserably. He looked down at his coffee cup and saw his named written on the side with a little heart above the “i”.

He was definitely blushing now.

WIP TAG GAME - my fic masterlist

#wip tag game #copia x aether

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sunnyie-eve · 4 months

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19 | Don't Worry

Series: Significant

Paring: Colby Brock x Original female character

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2k

| MASTERLIST |

"Oh, my god! Penelope finally made her own channel!" Penelope films her first YouTube video. "Yes, I have decided to make my own channel. I saw a few asking why not make one for fun so here you go." She laughs.

"Not gonna lie this is really weird for me to do. Normally when I talk into a camera, I'm at least with two more people and not doing it alone. So pretty much what my channel is going to be is just for fun. Some vlogs to show how my days are at home, work, or whatever. Fun Q&A's if y'all want. You guys can comment or tweet me some things you want to see on here."

"Hopefully having this channel is a good way for you guys to know me more than what you just see when I'm in a few Sam and Colby videos or TFIL videos. And hopefully, you guys enjoy this if not that's completely fine by me. It's not going to hurt my feelings in any way unless you're extremely mean for absolutely no reason. I'm looking forward to this ride for me and you guys."

"Now let's go give the news to my roommates because they have no idea I'm even doing this." She stops filming and then starts again going to Aaron's room first.

"Am I bugging you?" She pops her head into his room.

"Nope, what up?" He turns towards her.

"I'm making my very first vlog for my YouTube channel. What do you think about that?" She films him.

"People can finally see what you actually deal with 24/7." He laughs, "Also you finally joined the rest of the team. You're gonna have to join the prank wars now." He lets her know.

"Oh, hell. I forgot about that. Shit." She leaves his room and goes to Sam's. "Hey, hey, Sammy." She enters his room.

He looks at her confused, "What are you doing?" He chuckles.

"I'm starting my own YouTube channel and this is my first Vlog."

"I'm so proud of you. Look at you growing up." He cheers for her making her laugh.

"Let's go tell Colby now." They go across the hall. "Colbs!" She screams swinging his door open scaring him.

"Was that necessary?!" He throws a pillow at her.

"Yes, this is my first vlog on my channel." She smiles and he jumps up on his bed cheering.

"She's joined the dark side!"

She leaves his room finding Corey and Elton together, "Say hi for my first vlog going up on my channel!" She screams at them with Sam and Colby following her.

"What? Look at you!" Elton applauds her.

"Penelope! Penelope!" Corey chants.

"That means you can be part of the prank wars now, right? We get you and you can get back at us?" Elton brings it up as well.

"Shut up! Never mind, I'm not starting a channel." She shakes her head.

"Nope, now we can 100 percent involve you now." Colby cheers.

"Okay, well I'm ending this here now. Thank you, guys, for watching my first-ever video. You'll probably see stupid prank wars videos as soon as these idiots prank me. I'm not looking forward to that." She huffs.

"Like, comment, and subscribe!" Sam screams.

"Yeah!" They all yell.

"Again, thank you guys. I'll see you next time." She says ends the video.

"Look at her Colby. She's already a pro." Sam fake cries.

"Whatever, Sammy. Thank you guys for being happy for me." She tells them and they say of course.

She goes to her room and edits her video for a bit before she has to go do a little shoot for work. Leaving the house though, her car doesn't start so she goes back in asking for a ride and Colby is as the only free one.

"They won't mind if I'm just there right? Since I'm your ride and can just wait for you." Colby asks following the directions.

"I don't think they will mind. There's plenty of room behind to sit and watch. I've seen others that do nothing just sit around waiting for someone." She tells him.

As Penelope said they didn't really care Colby was there since he was her ride. Just as long as he say quietly they wouldn't have a problem with him.

While Penelope sat in her chair getting her hair and makeup done, Colby noticed Darwin walk in so he walked over to him.

"Ugh, if you're here she's here." Darwin sighs.

"You got my message right?" Colby crosses his arms.

"Yes, I got your stupid message. And I don't care if you guys are dating because I'm seeing someone else now. Who is way better than Penny." Colby's hands ball up into a fist and Darwin sees this, "Do it. Embarrass your girlfriend at her job."

"I'm not going to satisfy you." Colby walks off going back to Penelope, "Darwin just got here." He tells her.

"Just ignore him. For me, please." She takes his hand into hers.

"I will for you." He gives her a smile.

"Thank you." She lets go of his hand, "Now, I gotta go do my solo then we do group and we're good to go." She gets out of her chair.

As she works Colby just watched and was memorized by her and how she was a natural for the camera, "I'm entirely fucked." Colby says to himself then forces himself to look away to see another girl looking at him in a flirty way. His eyes widened a bit before looking back at Penelope.

"Darwin, who is that?" The girl walks over to him.

Darwin looks over at who Megan was talking about, "Colby, Penelope's boyfriend but when I dated her, he was just her best friend." He rolls his eyes.

"He's dating her?" She can't help but laugh, "He's too good-looking for her."

Darwin looks at her, "And I wasn't?"

"You were but you're not my type. He is." She looks back over at Colby, "You think he's the type to leave her or cheat?"

"You aren't going to get what you want Megan so give up now." Darwin goes through his phone but she walks over to Colby anyway.

"Hi, I'm Megan." She puts her hand out to Colby, who is startled by her coming over.

"Hey, I'm Colby, Penelope's boyfriend." He shakes her hand quickly.

"How did she get so lucky meeting you?" She says in a flirty tone.

"Childhood friends. Our moms are best friends." He looks at the time on his phone feeling awkward at the moment.

"So you guys are like really close?"

"Yeah, dippers to now. So our relationship is great." He smiles looking over to see Penelope still busy.

"I know you guys are like best friends as well but she can still keep secrets from you. Like did you know, she cheated on Darwin, with the guy over there, Jake. If you watch them near each other you can see they have a secret thing. I'm just trying to warn you."

Colby can't help but laugh at her, "Thanks but I'm good. We're good because you're making up lies at the moment. One; she tells me everything because we're best friends first. Two; Jake is gay because I follow him on Instagram so I know he has a boyfriend."

Megan stood there taken back because she was used to the guy believing her and getting with her next. She just huffs walking away as Penelope comes back, "You met Megan..."

"Yeah, made up lie about you. You apparently have a secret thing with Jake." He laughs.

"Wow. Yeah, she has a repetition for going after other girls' boyfriends and normally she gets what she wants." Penelope lets him know.

"Well, she's not getting what she wants this time." Colby kisses her cheek.

"Also, I'm not needed for the group shoot so we can go home now." She lets him know as well.

"Great because Megan eyeing me makes me super uncomfortable. First thing first, I have to find the bathroom before we head out."

Penelope gives him the directions while she grabs her stuff so Megan walks over to her, "Colby is sweet. Darwin said something while you were with him."

"Again, I never cheated on him with Colby. We got together after and months after so it wasn't right away." Penelope huffs trying to plead her case.

"I honestly don't see what he sees in you. You're way out of his league." Megan eyes her up and down before leaving her.

"I heard we're apparently a secret thing." Jake joins Penelope's side, "Freddie thinks that's funny."

"Yeah, she's trying to get what she wants."

"Are you even a little nervous she could? You two aren't really so..." He whispers the last part because he has known about the act since she told him.

"I know Colby's type and she doesn't fit it, trust me. Plus he hates mean girls. Especially if they're mean to me. Junior year he stood up his date to homecoming because she said shit about me." Penelope giggles thinking back, "It was funny the next day at school."

"Well, I wish you guys luck with her." Jake goes to his shoot as his name is called.

Walking towards the bathroom area, Penelope sees Megan with her back against the wall kissing Colby with her arms around his neck and his hands on the wall, "Huh." Penelope speaks up so Megan lets go smirking while Colby was speechless.

He was just coming out of the bathroom when Megan popped up out of nowhere and pulled him into a kiss. Her hold on him was tight he's been trying to get her off him for like the past minute. He thought he could use the wall as support to push out of her hold but it still didn't work.

"I get what I want." Megan shoulder checks Penelope going back to the main area.

Penelope shakes her head walking out with Colby following, "I swear I have been fighting to get out of her grip, Penny. I came out and she came out of nowhere grabbing me." Colby speaks up finally as they reach his car.

"It's okay, Colby." Penelope forces a laugh, "We aren't actually dating so you don't have to worry." She gets in the car.

"No, I do because you know me. I would never kiss or get with anyone who treats you like shit. Megan is a piece of trash and kissed me forcefully." Colby doesn't start the car.

"Colby, it's fine. I know and I believe you." She gives him a smile but deep down it hurts her for some odd reason. Like he said, he was trying to get her off him but still.

The ride back to the house was silent and the only the radio was the sound. Entering the house they go in different directions and Colby goes to rant to Sam.

"Oh, what now!?" Sam asks as Colby enters his room.

"So this chick, Megan, who is a bitch by the way. Forced herself into me because I'm dating Penelope. Penelope caught her kissing me in this situation because I couldn't get out of this girl's grip. I told Penelope what happened and she told me not to worry about it. Tell me why I feel like I should worry about it?" Colby takes a seat on the bed.

"You know exactly why, Colby. I don't have to remind you."

"But still!" He leans back hitting his head on the wall.

"I think your act is really getting to you since you actually want it to be true. You felt as if you were actually kissing another girl that's not Penelope, your girlfriend. Colby, you need to tell her or get over it because you're gonna drive yourself insane." Sam tries to help his best friend.

"Why did I have to feel this way about her? You were never this bad when you liked her. Yeah, I heard you saying you were close to asking her out before Tyson."

"Oh, I was, I just knew how to control my crush on her. Thankfully you introduced me to Kat and it went away." Sam laughs.

"What?! You liked her that long? Sam!" Colby jumps up.

"I did, yes."

"How can you have liked her when I did?" Colby says making Sam point at him.

"Ha! So you did know you liked her way before the kiss!" Sam jumps up now causing Colby to glare at him.

"Oh, shut up. You already said I've always had a thing for her deep down. I just never wanted to admit it. And you're not helping me right now."

"This is for you to figure out, dude." Sam pats his back.

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another night, another mission accomplished.

holed up in your hotel room somewhere in switzerland, you and marc finally rest. at least try to. you've known marc for some time now, you've been friends since you joined the military the same year.

he was quite the man to befriend that time but you wouldn't give up on him... you figured that's why he gave in and just let you in his life, because you wouldn't give up on him even if he pushed you away or ignored you. you would just keep coming back.

marc once called you 'an extremely stupid idiot', stressing the word extremely, when you wordlessly joined him on becoming a mercenary.

in the beginning, he often asked you why you'd give up your perfectly fine position in the army for a job that took care of people regardless of whether or not they were good or bad. your answer? 'i don't want you to have to do things alone anymore.' because that's the kind of man marc spector looked like to you: a man used to the life of solidarity and isolation.

you had no desire to change who he was, it was the reason you were so drawn to him back when you two were soldiers, so withdrawn from social gatherings whenever your barracks would hang out for some well deserved TGIFS, marc always stayed behind. or when he does join in every once in a while, he'd always drink by himself on the farthest end of the table.

but you were fine with him like that. your comrades would often call you foolish for even trying but you don't care. you still don't.

you'd take a seat next to him silently, enjoying your own drink and occasionally making or attempting to make small talk with him. it took him a while to warm up to you, nearly a year in service when one friday night as your group once more were enjoying their beers, marc had answered one of your silly questions you tended to ask whenever you would sit next to him.

"which animal do you think would suit you? personally i think you'd get along well with a dog. you're an active guy so you'd probably like doing walks or jogs at the park with one. hm, you'd probably pick a labrador or k9. dobermans would suit you too y'know? you'd both have that dark and intimidating look. or would you rather a cat? since you're like... a social recluse you'd like an introverted animal as well? i mean, it's plausible. i heard a cat's purr helps heal like aches in the body and they generally improve one's mood. yeah, a cat works too. might make you less grumpy—"

"a goldfish." you finally turned around to face him, your eyes wide and disbelieving because did the marc spector finally speak to you? yes, yes he did. and his answer wasn't even included in your previous rambling. "a goldfish..?" you had asked, like you weren't quite sure you heard him right.

he nods at you after glancing in your way for a brief moment. "yeah." you grinned widely at that even if it was only a one word response. "really? how come?" he sighed, putting his drink down, watching the condensation drip down the side of his glass.

"my little brother used to draw this one-finned goldfish when we were kids." this was the first time marc shared personal information with you, well, to be honest this was the first time he actually spoke to you.

"you have a younger brother?" you asked. he stayed silent this time, reverting back to his usual stoic facade. but you can see the way his jaw clenched and his eyebrows knitting, creasing the skin in between.

by then you had figured out that the topic of his younger brother was a sore spot, like a fresh wound, open and profusely bleeding.

normal people would stop talking after seeing the person they're talking to becomes unresponsive to anything you say but not you. not you. you just kept talking as always, listing off the pros and cons of owning a goldfish.

"what are you thinking about?"

marc moves behind you from where you stood by the large mirrors that showcased the nightlife of the small village. where it was, you don't really remember.

you only hum as response, not taking your eyes off the view below. it's not until he rests his hand on your hip, the small touch setting sparks on your skin as it fills you with warmth do you finally turn your head to face him. "it's nothing," you reassure him but you're still somewhat distracted, still reminiscing. "just... thinking."

he raises a curious brow at that, standing next to you as he takes in the city lights as well, much like you did before except now your eyes are on him. you watch his side profile, brows set in its usual straight line, eyes still dark yet it shines with the reflection of the bright lights and his lips pursed. he's relaxed though, you can tell from the way his shoulders lose its usual tenseness and his breathing is even, steady. he's not posed to fight, still alert but at ease nonetheless.

"you sure?" he asks, a small smirk on his face when he notices you staring. you avert your gaze this time, a faint cherry shade on your cheeks. "i'm sure."

on this job you two took, you were only meant to intimidate the archeologists on the dig site in egypt when your partner for the job had shot one of the hostages. that was the first strike.

marc and you had secretly plotted to help them escape. you set a getaway car from what was already on the site, ready to get you all to safety and away but when you had thought you were at a safe distance, bullets ricochet off the car's body until one manages to hit one of its tires and sending you all toppling out of the vehicle in various directions.

unfortunately, you had remained trapped inside it, the seatbelt you had strapped keeping you locked in place in the turned car, hanging you upside down. sticky liquid oozed from an open wound on your head, vision swimming and muddled as you attempted to look around and assess the damage. well, tried to.

you're pretty sure you have a concussion and you probably broke some of your ribs too making it hard for you to breathe through the smoke and sand.

you can't find marc, can't hear him either as gunshots after gunshots echo in the desert, the screams and pleas of the archeologists you were helping escape ring in your ears. he caught up with you and was killing off every single soul you tried to save. only now do you pray he doesn't find you trapped in the car.

your consciousness begins to fade in and out as the desert becomes quiet once again, like the sand has swallowed all that made noise. the oil leaks from somewhere in the car, and you can barely see the flames licking the side of the vehicle. you hear your door being ripped from its hinges, tossed aside somewhere but you're so exhausted, adrenaline wearing off as fatigue settles in your bones.

you barely catch a glimpse of a white figure carrying you to safety, all your weary self saw are two pairs of glowing eyes, like the moon hanging high in the sky above you before you finally lose consciousness.

marc saved you that night in the desert, told you about the deal he made with the egyptian god khonshu and how he accepted becoming his avatar and be his fist of vengeance, protecting the travelers of the night. but of course he couldn't say all that without revealing to you his past, his brokenness.

he told you about the death of his younger sibling roro, the abuse he faced from his mother after that and steven. his alter, his dissociative identity disorder. you knew it all. the only person marc had spilled everything to. you. and much like your time together in the military, you continued top accept him as he is, embraced all the parts of him, good and bad because you can never stand the thought of marc going through everything alone anymore.

you stayed much to his surprise. he'd expected you to up and leave him after you've recovered but you stayed even after that. that's when marc had finally realized you'd be by his side no matter what.

even if you can't see the 7 foot tall skeleton bird that loomed over marc constantly, he always snitches to you what khonshu says just to piss him off and make you laugh. you still helped marc with his vigilantism, though no longer fighting next to him as much as you used to much to your dismay. instead, you were the one who formed networks, did all the social and background work.

you'd be the one to book flights and hotels for you two, under the pretense of a married couple like your fake passport says to avoid suspicion.

you weren't his wife. that much was true. after that night in the desert, he told you that he was seeing a woman, layla el-fouly. you recognized the last name from one of the men that died in the hands of your supposed partner.

you chalk it up to guilt, keeping quiet about it and only congratulating him for that. you even teased him about cheating on you since you're no longer the only woman he was spending time with. he laughed and told you that you were irreplaceable. but not in the sense your heart wanted.

you loved marc a long time ago. maybe it started when you had finally managed to crack him open a little bit that one friday night, maybe it was when he saved you in the desert. all you knew was that you loved him.

you loved him and you'll never be with him. not when layla was now in the picture. he became happier, though obviously never told her what he told you back then, marc kept her in the dark about his past.

you've only met her once in person. that was during their wedding. to say that a part of you died the moment you saw them kiss was an understatement. it left a part of your soul empty, consumed by a void of jealousy and b yearning. you desperately wished that was you in a pretty dress standing next to him as you both said your vows, kissing him until he was left breathless.

you were introduced to her as his best friend. best friend. never did you think that those words would bother you so much when you once took pride in your position in marc's life.

"layla, this is my best friend, y/n. i've known her since i joined the army and we've worked together since then." you stretch a friendly hand out for her to shake, a smile on your lips as you greeted her. "it's lovely to finally meet you y/n! marc won't shut up about you."

the statement makes your heart skip a beat but you tell yourself to calm down, he doesn't mean it that way. "you too layla. marc shows me all the pictures you two take whenever i see him, you two make such a cute couple."

lies. in your mind, they won't last. not unless marc ever tells her about what had happened, his did and the abused he faced as a child, she'll be forever be in the dark or accidentally trigger him in one way or another.

after their first dance as a married couple, marc made a beeline for you, taking your hand in his larger ones as he led you to the dance floor. you danced together as you rest your head on his shoulder, one hand sprawled on your lower back as you gently swayed to the music, your other hands intertwined as he leads you both.

"so..." you started, "marriage. wow. that's like super next level huh?" you can feel his chest rumble with quiet laughter, his hold on your hand tightening. "yeah. super next level indeed. i never- i didn't think i'd ever get married but i guess life still manages to surprise me."

it makes you snort out a chuckle, to which you hastily cover with a cough, not that either of you minded. "you and me both marc. didn't peg you as a husband material."

another lie. you had definitely imagined a life together, much like the one he'll be sharing with layla.

you two continued to dance in silence after that, enjoying the music as you swayed together. only you wished you weren't just his guest, rather the woman he married. layla will never know how much you envy her.

"how's layla?" your question breaks the silence between you as you continue to look down at the city lights below. "she's... fine. we're fine." now that makes you look back at him, an inquisitive look in your eyes. the last sentence was... unnecessary.

you had simply wondered about layla's well-being, not the state of their marriage but now you're beginning to doubt his statement about their relationship being fine. "fess up marc, what's wrong?"

hands on your hips, an eyebrow raised, like a mother waiting for his child to confess. he releases a sigh, head hanging low as he crosses his arms over his chests, like he's protecting himself. something marc does when he's uncomfortable.

"she still doesn't know?" his jaw clenches, like that time you asked about his brother, and that's when you knew you hit the jackpot. "layla needs to know marc. it's better she hears from you rather than finding out about it in a way that's out of your control."

he grunts, he knows you're right, knows he should let his wife know about his condition, him being moon knight and everything he's kept a secret so far. but he can't, he wanted something normal and away from everything he knows. layla was his tiny bubble of obliviousness and to tell her about himself was to burst that bubble and he wasn't ready. he thinks he'll never be prepared to.

instead, he leans his head on your shoulder as your hands naturally find their way to his hair like second nature, raking your fingers through the slicked back curls, letting a few of them come undone and fall over his forehead. "don't wanna." was his only answer and that was the end of it. you don't push it much further, instead choosing to relish his closeness, his breathing brushing against the skin of your exposed shoulder.

you two should be strategizing about your plan for tomorrow, to steal the scarab that leads to ammit's tomb from arthur harrow in the tiny village here in switzerland before he ends up releasing her in the world and cause the deaths of millions not doing whatever it is that you were doing. cuddling? that's not something you two had done since his wedding, respecting the new boundary that was drawn between you. another barrier you'll never be able to cross.

unexpectedly, marc takes hold of one of your hands, the other finding its way around your back until it rests there. there was no music to guide you two, only your heartbeats as he sways you two, the same way he did on his wedding night.

"does layla ever hate me sometimes?" you questioned not too long after but you don't give him enough time to reply when you continue. "she knows i work with you, go to places with you and everything... makes me wonder if there was a part of her that curses me out for spending more time with you than you do with her."

you feel the faint brush of his lips on the exposed skin of your shoulder as he speaks in a hushed whisper, eliciting a hum from you, 'let's not talk about her right now.' he begs, so you remain quiet, simply dancing with him under the dim lights of your hotel room.

your heart speaks and you shush it, not wanting to ruin this tiny moment you have with marc. who knows when you'll get him this close again?

your mouth parts and your voice echoes in your ears before you can stop yourself, the words already hanging over the palpable tension between you two.

"i love you."

he freezes in his steps and about to raise his head from its spot on your shoulder until your grip on his hand tightens, his movements halting.

"since when?" he asked, his tongue heavy in his mouth. "since way back then." came your vague response, never specifying because even you don't know when it was exactly that you had fallen in love with him, before you knew it, you were already in too deep with your feelings for you to be able to swim back out. "i'm sorry for confessing so suddenly. i just— i needed to tell you before it consumes me whole."

you lead this time, continuing your paused dance. he follows soon enough, recovering from the shock of the knowledge that his best friend had just confessed her love to him. "you don't have to say anything marc. i know my place in your life and i would never want to jeopardize that. i guess i've held on it for so long it only felt right that you knew."

silence hangs over you like a tumultuous storm, the thunder being the rapid pounding of your heart against its confines. "why didn't you say something before..." he trails off, unable to finish his question. before i married layla. "i didn't know you'd look for her either marc. i planned to but i couldn't. not when it meant hurting an innocent woman too."

a shaky sigh leaves your lips as you finish, tears stinging the back of your eyes as you try to keep your composure, not wanting marc to see how hurt you are after all these years. how much it hurt that he didn't choose you.

"i love you." you repeat, this time as a finality. finally choosing to let go of the feelings you've held on to for years, unable to be anything more than a friend. "i love you marc spector."

you mean it this time as you sway gently to nothing, in your tiny hotel room somewhere in switzerland. your confession looms over you the same way khonshu does over marc. a daunting shadow you'll never be able to ignore. it hurts, saying those three words out loud but at the same time, freeing.

like a heavy burden off your chest only to leave a part of your heart with it, an empty chasm where his name should rest replaces it. you promised, you told yourself not to but marc spector completed you. he made you whole unlike any other as he holds you in this soft dance.

how bittersweet, the two times you've danced with marc leaving new wounds over old scars. how liberating the pain felt but how utterly empty it left you. being second doesn't feel the same.

"i'm sorry but i fell in love tonight, i didn't mean to fall in love tonight."

marc looks at you this time, an unreadable emotion swimming in those dark pools of chocolate and soil. "you're looking like you fell in love tonight." you teased with a watery smile, lips wobbling as you do so. marc opens his mouth, his voice barely audible, if not for your closeness you wouldn't be able to hear him at all.

"can we pretend that we're in love?"

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