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dilfl0v3rss · 9 months

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this was the eren and reiner fic with a the different ending. i felt like it wasn’t what y’all wanted so i changed it, but if you’re interested in reading it here it is🤷🏽‍♀️

caller blocked

“ian ready for no relationship.” the excuse of excuses. the words that were always thrown your way after you’d try to convince your little “fling” that you wanted to be more. eren stood up, zipping his pants before grabbing his hoodie and heading out your dorm room. your situation was…complicated. well not really. you grew very attached to this man, looking for him at parties, going to every single one of his games, giving him your notes so he wouldn’t fail and get kicked off the team, and letting him fuck you whenever he wanted.

you were practically dating. or that’s what you thought. eren seen you as just another pretty little thing to keep his grades up and his dick wet. using you constantly while labeling it at love to keep you coming back for more. “b-but why ren?” eren dropped his shoulders, sighing before he walked back to you and raised your chin with his fingers. “you know the rules pretty. cant be tied down worrying about a girl during the season. when all of this craziness is over then we can work sum out.”

a smile bloomed on your face as you looked at eren in complete adoration. you couldn’t wait for the season to end so you could finally be with the man you love. your friends seen you as a complete idiot, and they had no problem trying to shut down your delusions. “girl what don’t you get? as soon as the season ends he gon drop you like a bad habit.” “yea he’s lying to you baby.”

you shook your friend as your friends annie and sasha tried to speak some sense into you. “he wouldn’t do that to me. h-he lo-” “he doesn’t love you and m’gonna prove it.” before you could reply annie pulls out her phone, clicking historias instagram story to show you what she posted in her close friends. there eren was, laying his head on her stomach with his arms wrapped around her as the rest of his body laid snug between her legs. the caption reading ‘pussy put his ass to sleep🤣’.

your eyes instantly welled with tears as you watched eren, your eren be with someone else the same way he’d be with you. annie was contemplating telling you for awhile. hoping that you’d come to your senses on your own without having to get hurt, but she just couldn’t hold it in anymore. “why would he-” “because historias dumber than a bag of rocks and she doesn’t mind sucking and fucking a dick that’s been in half the campus.” sasha spit.

annie wiped your tears with a napkin from her purse before standing up with you on the quad bench. “fuck him furreal. there’s so many guys that have been tryna get at you, but you’ve been oblivious to them because of eren.” you nodded your head, acting as if you were agreeing but you were really heartbroken. the three of you said your goodbyes and you went back to your room. tears flooded your pillowcase as you thought about what you had just witnessed.

you were being played, but you weren’t about to just let it go. deciding that one day you’ll get your revenge, but right now you wanted nothing to do with him. weeks went by since you’ve last talked to eren. he wasn’t suspicious of it since he’d usually only talk to you when he needed something anyways. covering up his actions with “practice” to keep you from pestering him.

as annie said, a lot of guys have tried to get at you and instead of shooting them down like you usually did, you gave one a chance. you and reiner have gotten pretty close over the last few weeks. texting almost everyday, eating lunch together, and sharing your favorite books with each other in the library as you studied. he was sweet and charming.

always paying for your lunch no matter how many times you’ve tried to return the favor, walking you all the way to your dorm after a particularly late study sesh, and holding your hand when the two of you would cross the street. he mostly did that for his enjoyment, but you didn’t mind.

the two of you weren’t dating, but many people thought you were, given that one was barely seen without the other. “where’s your boo suge.” sasha would say when you finally hung out with your girls after three long weeks. “hush uppp. we just talking.” annie, sasha, and pieck busted out laughing before pieck leaked some information to you.

“girl you know we seen you getting your back blown out in the back of his jeep right?” your hands flew to your mouth as you gasped in shock. “yupp. saw him pulling your hair and allat right in our dorm parking lot.” sasha said as you covered your face in embarrassment before mumbling into your hands. “ooouuu yall so nosey i could strangle all three of you right now.” annie scoffed as she pulled your arms from your face.

“you think we’re dumb? you’ve been ditching us every chance you got. and when you do decide to finally hang out with us for a little, you come with a bunch hickies and a pimp walk.” all of you laughed at her last comment. rolling your eyes before checking your phone. speak of the devil.

rei🌻

‘got everything ready for movie night!’

‘waiting on you now mama💛’

you looked up from your phone, instantly getting pissed looks from your friends. “don’t even say nun. go be wit your man. enjoy it too because this weekend you all OURS. you hear me?” you giggled as you stood from your spot on sasha’s beanbag chair. “i hear youuu. love yallll!!” each of your friends replied with “love you toos” before you left to go spend time with reiner.

“aight i got nightmare on elm street and i got fri-” “princess and the frog” reiner chuckled as you looked up at him. sitting on his bed in nothing but his t shirt that you changed into as soon as you got there. “we watched that last time princess. you said you’d let me switch it up.” pink lip jutting out in a pout at he looked at you with sad eyes.

you laughed, watching this huge man with black ink dancing around his arms and chest being such a softy for you. his sweatpants hanging low on his hips as he situated himself under you on the bed. “okay then coco. i love un poco locoooo” a groan flew from his lips as he rolled his eyes at your choices. “no more disney. if i hear another song ima rip my ears off.”

the two of you ended up settling on john wick, but that didn’t really matter since it was thirty minutes into the movie where you found yourself plopping up and down on his thick dick. big veiny hand holding the back of your neck while his other arm was squeezing your ass. “how ya feeling princess.”

your moans flew directly into reiners ear as your hands gripped the pillow next to his head. “s-so good papa. real good.” his pace slowed as he started putting more of his inches into you. your hands flew to his hair, stroking and pulling his blonde crown with your eyes closed tightly. “that’s what i like to hear. love making my pretty girl feel good.” you were so out of it you didn’t even notice that reiners hand was no longer on your ass. instead he was texting your ex fling on your phone.

ren ren💚

‘yo. you up?’

he seen the name pop up and instantly got heated, knowing what he’s done to you. he grabbed the device without thinking as he made quick work to delete his number before replying.

you

‘yea what’s up?’

347-***-****

‘miss you mama🤧’

‘let me pull up on you’

‘the nerve of this guy’ reiner thought as a quick idea came up into his head. he quickened his strokes, laying the phone on the bed as the phone dialed erens number. “o-o-ooouuu rei you feel so good.” a smirk crept onto his face. “i feel good pretty girl?” you nodded your head, whining after you felt a hard slap to your ass. the sound bouncing off the walls as his one hand took up lots of space on your asscheek.

“use those words mama. like when you talk t’me.”

“y-you feel so g-good daddyyyy” reiner looked up at you in adoration before connecting his lips with yours in a sloppy kiss. smacking sounds ringing loud in the air as he practically devoured you. reiner glanced back at the phone to see that eren had hung up, a bunch of texts popping up as he scrolled through each of them.

347-***-****

‘wyd y/n?’

‘man you so lame for that fr’

‘how you just gon give my pussy away like that?’

‘he never gon be able to fuck you like i do’

‘cmon baby don’t pass up a relationship with me for braun…’

‘i swear i’ll never text historia again’

‘she could never amount to you ong baby’

‘baby?’

‘text me back y/n :(‘

‘at least still study with me…historia’s so dumb i’ll get kicked off the team fasho’

*caller blocked*

reiner threw your phone to the side before laying you on you your back. pulling out of you before moving his head towards your pussy. his pink lips wrapped around your clit before licking up and down your middle. “all mine right baby?” his green eyes met your brown ones. the two of you staring deeply into each other before you nodded you head slowly.

“all yours”

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lets-just-daydream · 5 months

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I Loved You First

I had a fun idea of an AU where (in true Wattpad fashion) your parents are making you marry Cazador because you're a lady and have no rights to an estate but you have a good dowry or whatever. But of course you're going to fall in love with our favourite vampire instead!

I'm not sure how many chapters this will be but I'm having fun writing it so I hope you enjoy reading it!! I was inspired by Downton Abbey/Bridgerton vibes so that's what I'm going for!

Chapter 1: The Mess That Is Day One

You sat in the ornate carriage with your arms crossed over your chest, staring out at the approaching city glumly. Baldur's Gate was pretty, you couldn't deny it but the nature that lined the rough roads leading to it did little to temper your anger. Not just anger. Contempt? Disdain? All of these emotions and more, actually. You glared at your parents sitting opposite you and your mother leveled you with an unimpressed gaze. You then glared at your father who met your eye and looked away, uncomfortable.

'Good,' you thought.

"Stop with this attitude," your mother hissed. "You knew this day was coming and you know this is your duty for a woman in your place."

You rolled your eyes. "Yes, well I can still be unhappy about it," you groused. "I can't wait to be sold and married off to a stranger."

Your mother huffed and decided to return to her book and ignore you. The carriage bumped over a rock and you wished the rock were big enough to cause the carriage to roll over and crash. Anything to get you out of marrying this… Cazador Szarr. He sounded pretentious and pompous and from what you'd heard he lived in a huge palace and had slaves. Your parents assured you that Cazador didn't keep slaves, but compensated servants just like you did back home in your country estate.

"How long will we have to stay in the city?" You asked, turning to your father.

Your father was much more patient with you and you had a feeling that if it were up to him and not the stipulations in the deed for your family to keep their home and money, he wouldn't be putting you through this. Of course if you had been born as a male heir, life would be easier. Marry a woman from a rich family, have babies, continue life as it was. But no. You had to be married off to some wealthy guy. So now you were on your way to meet Cazador Szarr, your parents hoping he liked you enough to pursue you.

"Long enough to get you in Cazador's good graces. If we're lucky, you may not even have to come home," your father explained.

Your eyes widened in shock. You hadn't really considered that Cazador would like you enough to propose on the spot. Tears welled and you tried to temper your breaking heart. You really didn't want this and you really could never forgive your parents for putting you through this. You looked down at yourself and took in your clothes before looking at your reflection in the window.

"And before you get any ideas," your father warned with a stern face. "You'll be on your best behaviour if you know what's good for you."

The carriage took a turn to the cobbled streets of the city as the sun began to set and your stomach dropped. What if Cazador was old? What if he was cruel? What if he was ugly? What if you just straight up didn't like him? All of these thoughts clouded your mind in a frenzied storm of emotion and discomfort.

You let out a sigh before sitting back in your seat and looking down at your hands in your lap, resigned to the fate your parents picked out for you.

It was between dusk and nightfall as the carriage slowed to a stop in front of what you believed to be the largest palace you had ever seen in your life.

"This is Szarr palace?" You asked with a gasp.

Your parents nodded as your father moved to step out of the carriage first.

Something didn't sit right with you as you noted the vanishing light of the sun and watched as servants filed out and stood on the flanks of the front door. They appeared well-dressed and clean which quashed some of your concerns. Surely they were paid nicely enough to afford clothes and to take care of themselves.

Your father stood outside the carriage and offered his hand to your mother to help her out.

"Wait," you gripped your mother's wrist, nervous. "Why are we here… so late?"

Your mother shrugged. "It seems Cazador was kind enough to offer lodgings for the evening since he knew it would be a long journey."

Your brows furrowed and you looked to the ornate doors leading to the palace where a tall, pale man stepped out with a wide smile on his face. He was dressed in gorgeous gilded clothes and his long black hair was slicked back, showing off his long pointed ears.

You gulped. He wasn't exactly what you were expecting and it certainly could have been worse but you were still apprehensive. You stared at him until you heard someone clear their throat. You looked out the carriage door to see the driver offering you his hand and your parents staring at you expectedly. You inhaled a deep breath and took the offered hand before stepping out into the warm night air.

You stood behind your parents, staring at the seven servants lining the palace walls, you had to squint for a moment because you thought your eyes were playing tricks on you. It looked like their eyes were… glowing?

Cazador cleared his throat and stepped forward, greeting your father with a strong handshake and dipping low to grab your mother's hand and place a kiss on the back of her hands.

"A warm and hearty welcome to you, my guests. Welcome to Szarr palace, my family home," Cazador greeted you, his eyes landing on you past your parents. They stepped aside and he approached you. "And you must be the gorgeous flower I've been so dying to meet. Your father said you were beautiful but his words could never do you justice."

He took your hand and offered a kiss, causing you to blush at his words and the sensation of his cool lips on your skin. You shivered, his hand cold on yours before he dropped it and stepped back to regard the three of you.

"Please, I'm sure you've had a long journey and would like to rest before dinner,” Cazador said, sweeping his arm out to gesture to the front doors.

You glanced up at your parents but they were already moving inside, Cazador close behind them as he said something to your parents about the age of the building. You stayed rooted and Cazador snapped his fingers at his servants and they rushed forward to your carriage to unload yours and your parents’ luggage. You watched as they worked wordlessly, each grabbing a bag with ease. Even the heaviest case was lifted and transported inside without so much as an extra huff of breath.

It was suddenly quiet. The sound of nothing but crickets filled your ears and you realised you were out here alone. You looked around and saw the lights of the city in the distance beyond the palace walls. You truly felt… alone. You looked back at the empty carriage that had brought you here and you had half a mind to step back in and hide away until footsteps on gravel pulled you from that thought.

“May I escort you back inside, my lady?” A smooth voice asked from behind you.

You turned to face one of Cazador's servants you'd seen in the lineup moments ago. He had white curly hair, pale alabaster skin and red eyes, much like Cazador's but… they weren't glowing anymore. You hesitated, studying his handsome face while his eyes bore into you. There was something… strange? Off? Uneasy?

You couldn't find the word to describe what you were feeling in your gut but the servant extended his hand out to you.

“I really must insist we go inside,” he said, a slight panic and urgency to his smooth voice.

Your brows furrowed but you placed your hand in his and he settled it in the crook of his elbow. “Very well.”

He escorted you to the house and you did all you could not to squeeze the poor man's arm into pulp with each step closer to the palace doors.

“This palace is lovely,” you said, not wanting to endure this short walk in silence, trying not to think of your fate should Cazador take to you. The man beside you only hummed, his jaw set tight and his eyes looking straight ahead.

“Have you been in Lord Cazador's employ long?” You asked, looking across at him.

The servant scoffed and you dropped your gaze. It seemed your question had somehow offended him and he clearly wasn't in the mood for talking. You slipped your hand out of the crook of his elbow and crossed your arms across your chest. You really weren't sure how you'd go with living here if Cazador did decide he liked you.

You sighed and finally made it inside where Cazador was speaking with your parents, explaining where they would be sleeping and when dinner would be.

“Astarion, show our guests to their rooms,” Cazador said. “I will see you at dinner shortly.”

You turned to your parents who were taking in the opulence of their surroundings. You rolled your eyes and nudged them along, keen to finally have a moment of respite, but you hoped you wouldn't be sharing a room with them. If so, you would probably sneak out every night for a private room at a nearby inn.

You'd learned the servant's name who had escorted you inside was Astarion. He led you and your parents upstairs in silence. It wasn't quiet, though, because your parents were embarrassingly excitedly speaking in hushed whispers about Cazador, about this palace and about your potential marriage.

“My lord and lady,” Astarion finally said, coming to a stop in front of a large wooden door. He opened the door and stepped aside to let your parents in. “Please rest and get settled, someone will come for you when it's time for dinner.”

They entered and closed the door, not even taking a moment to thank him. Astarion then turned to you and gestured further down the hall. “Now to your room, my lady.”

“Oh, please don't call me that,” you cringed at the title. You told him your name and insisted he call you by that instead.

Astarion's brows raised but he continued. “I'm not sure my m-” Astarion faltered for a moment. “Lord Cazador would like that.”

“Well, I don't like being referred to by such a pretentious title. I can only imagine how much worse it will be if I actually do marry Cazador,” you said glumly. “L-Lord Cazador,” you quickly corrected.

Astarion let out a light chuckle. “No need for such formalities with me,” he said, calling you by your name.

You made it to your room and Astarion opened the door for you before stepping aside to let you in. You walked in and looked around. It really was a very fancy room.

“Oh wow my bags are already here,” you said, turning back to Astarion. “Thank-”

You looked around the door in the hallway but Astarion was nowhere to be seen.

‘Odd,’ you thought to yourself.

Well, at least you had a room to yourself. You skipped to the bed and jumped onto your back, finally taking a moment to rest. As you laid there, your thoughts thundered in the silence and a nervous knot worked its way into the pit of your stomach. You may have to stay here for the rest of your life. Married to Cazador. You turned onto your stomach and groaned into your pillow. The man seemed nice enough but living in the city, having countless servants to wait on you - more than you had back home. Could you even make any friends here? You'd become semi-acquainted with Astarion but that hardly counted. Did it? He was rather handsome, now that you thought about it. Certainly more handsome than Cazador in any case.

You sighed and your eyes slipped shut, the travel and the non stop thinking finally tiring you out.

You weren't asleep for long. It couldn't have been more than a half hour before you felt someone's grip on your arm, shaking you awake, soft calls of your name stirring you.

“Hm?” You asked as you sat up and scrunched your face in annoyance. “Five more minutes, please,” you said with a yawn.

“Don't make me start calling you ‘my lady.’ I'll do it if it'll get you out of bed, you know,” a smooth voice said from beside you. Not the voice of your mother or father.

Your eyes shot open and you glanced over at Astarion, embarrassment creeping into your features. You immediately sat up and made yourself decent. He may not have been a lord or sir, but you still had a sense of decorum.

“I'm so sorry I… I forgot where I was for a minute, there,” you apologised as you stood.

Astarion only smiled back politely. “I understand. You've had a long journey. But Lord Cazador has called for dinner and asked me to come retrieve you.”

Your stomach dropped at the thought of Cazador and you tensed slightly. Of course. The whole reason you were here. You could have sworn that at the subtle shift in your mood, Astarion gave you a weird look. But really, you couldn't blame him. He just had to jostle you awake from your little nap.

You walked together to the dining room in silence as your thoughts turned over and over in your mind. Dinner. With your parents. With Cazador. You'd have to actually probably talk to him tonight. Like a proper conversation. You gulped at the thought. Gods, you hated this and you hated your parents for putting you through this. It was bullshit in all honesty. But what could you do? Lady of an estate and all.

“Ah, my beautiful guest,” Cazador said, standing from his seat at the head of the table as you entered the opulent room.

The wood paneling on the walls was dark with gold trim, the table was made of a dark wood and even the chairs were made with dark wood and red upholstery. Seems Cazador likes it dark.

You nodded politely at Cazador and offered him a curtsy and smile as you made your way to the chair he had stepped behind and pulled out for you. You met his eyes for a moment and your breath caught in your throat before you quickly sat down and looked into your lap. There was something… strange about him. It wasn't just that his eyes were red but he had some kind of darkness in there that made you want to shudder.

Your mind wandered as your parents resumed their conversation with your host. Was he a serial killer? Maybe he had terrible anger issues. Maybe he locks people up somewhere in this palace and tortures them. Looking at how dark everything is, it wouldn't surprise you. Cazador seemed like the dark and broody type. But as you looked around, so did all the servants. In fact, everyone here looked slightly off. You glanced over at where Astarion stood at the opposite end of the room, hands clasped in front of him as he met your gaze. You blushed and looked down again. He seemed nice enough, but he also had those red eyes and held some sort of secret.

“...What do you think, dear?” Your father's voice cut across the table and into your thoughts.

“What?” You asked.

Your mother glared at you.

You cleared your throat. “Sorry?”

“Of this splendid palace. It's magnificent, and the Lord is such a gracious and welcoming host, no?”

You had to physically restrain yourself from rolling your eyes at your father's brown-nosing. “Oh yes. It's beautiful, my lord. You have quite the eye for interior design.”

Gods.

Plates of food were then placed before you and you were grateful to be able to shove food in your face to avoid answering further questions.

“What do you like to do in your spare time?” Cazador asked, turning to you.

You were caught with a mouthful of food and took a moment to chew and swallow. You watched as one of Cazador's servants filled his goblet with a red wine thicker than any other you had ever seen.

You swallowed and dabbed at your mouth with your napkin. “I like to read in my spare time. Back home I have a collection of books in a small library that I'm loathe I couldn't bring with me.”

“Is that so? I have a marvelous library here that could put the city's to shame. I'm sure you'll find many books there to please you.”

At this revelation your eyes lit up and you nearly buzzed with excitement. You wondered what kind of books Cazador kept in his library. He seemed like the no-nonsense type so maybe it was all old tomes and books on alchemy with no fiction to be seen. But you'd go and explore tomorrow.

You'd all finished dinner and stood to bid your goodnights. You noticed that while you'd all feasted, Cazador's plate was hardly touched. You glanced up at him but he was already looking at you. “I wonder if I might steal you for a moment alone, my lady.”

You glanced at your father who gave you a subtle nod. Not what you were hoping for. You didn't really want to spend time alone with Cazador. It was improper! And truthfully, you had no idea what you'd even talk about.

He gazed at you expectantly and you simply nodded, taking his offered arm and following him out of the dining room and into some gardens outside. You noted that Astarion has followed you out, probably as a makeshift chaperone which you were overwhelmingly grateful for.

The lush gardens bathed in moonlight were gorgeous. Hedges lined the paths and you could hear a fountain behind the hedges somewhere. Flowers and shrubbery littered the grassy areas and while this was pretty, you couldn't wait to see it in the daytime. Perhaps under one of the impossibly tall trees with a romance book in hand.

“I hope the meal was to your liking. I've had to hire a new cook,” Cazador said.

You pressed your lips together. “Delicious, thank you my lord. But I couldn't help but notice you didn't eat much.”

Cazador looked down at you, his eyes squinting. “I'm… still getting used to the new cook's meals, I suppose.”

You heard a stifled snort behind you and you turned to see Astarion quickly masking his face, fear flashing behind his eyes as Cazador also turned to look at him. Cazador let out a displeased grunt and you saw Astarion gulp and look away.

Odd.

Cazador turned back to you and swept his arm out in front of him. “What do you think of the gardens?”

“They're beautiful. I’d like to find a book and sit under a shady tree to read on a nice day,” you said. A thought stirred in the back of your mind and you grimaced. Cazador was a lovely host and this palace was beautiful. Perhaps you should try and be nice… Return the favour. “Maybe you'd like to join me?” You chanced, looking up at Cazador.

Cazador stopped in his tracks and you heard Astarion also stop behind you. It suddenly got very quiet, only the sound of crickets and the fountain filling the quiet around you.

“I would like that,” Cazador finally said with a nervous huff. “I'm rather busy these next few days but I hope to join you when my… work is complete.”

You offered him a smile and continued to walk.

“I hate to leave you, my lady,” Cazador said, raising your hand to his lips. “But I must return to my work.”

You squirmed at the feeling of his cold lips on your hand before he dropped it. “These gardens are secure and safe, please do enjoy them but don't wander too far in the dark.”

You nodded and watched as he left, stopping for a moment to say something in a low voice to Astarion who looked dejected, but simply nodded. You turned away and gave them their privacy and continued through the gardens. You turned a corner around a hedge and finally found a large ornate fountain. It matched the opulence of the rest of the palace and you were hardly surprised.

You sat on the edge of the fountain and let out a sigh, dropping your head into your hands. You felt awful. Of course Cazador was nice enough, he was also nice to your parents but… you couldn't see yourself marrying him, living here at Szarr Palace for the rest of your life with him. But it seemed he had taken a liking to you and there was no way your parents would let you refuse him. You knew they would cast you out if you did.

You felt hopeless and tears welled in your eyes before you let out a soft sob. You were glad Cazador and Astarion had left you for the evening, all of your emotions from the day finally spilled out and you cried at your sad situation. Of course it could be worse. You were on the brink of being offered a life of opulence and comfort but it would be with a stranger.

“Are you alright?” A voice startled you and you looked up and quickly wiped away the tears.

Astarion stood nearby, his hands behind his back, looking unsure.

You nodded and sniffled. “Yes, sorry I'm okay.”

Astarion raised a brow and approached you slowly. “You don't look okay. What's wrong?”

Astarion stood before you and you looked up at him, your tear-stricken face bathed in the moonlight. “I…” How could you even begin to explain the sadness of realising you may be marrying a stranger and left here in the city with no family, no friends and no comforts of home. “I don't know… Being here. The pressure from my parents to marry Lord Cazador. It's all just a bit much.”

Astarion sat beside you, placing his hands in his lap. He felt out of his element and didn't really know how to help you but he understood. You could never know the extent of his pity for someone as kind and soft as you being thrust into the clutches of someone like Cazador… It made his stomach churn.

You let out another sad sob before leaning your head down onto his shoulder. Astarion stiffened, unsure what to do to help.

“You've had a long day, my lady,” Astarion said. “Let me escort you to your room so you can rest.”

You nodded, a yawn leaving your lips as Astarion helped you up. You rested your arm in his elbow as he led you back inside and to your room. He let you go and you grabbed his hand before he could leave in front of your room.

“Thank you, Astarion,” you said. “I do apologise for my behaviour in the garden. That was very unbecoming. I hope you don't think too poorly of me.”

Astarion gave you a sympathetic smile and rubbed his thumb across your knuckles. “Think nothing of it. Rest well, my lady.”

“Please, don't call me that,” you reminded him with a small laugh.

“Apologies,” Astarion said. “I only hoped to get a smile out of you this evening. Good night.”

Astarion stepped away and you watched as he walked away, your cheeks reddening as you touched your knuckle where he had been comforting you just a moment ago. You stepped into your room and shut the door behind you, a small smile creeping onto your face before you could stop the thought or the action.

Gods, he was nice.

Part 2 here!

#red writes #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion #astarion fanfiction #astarion fic

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panjakes · 11 months

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Can I get dad!Yoongi comes back from tour and his daughter and black wife come pick him up from the airport? Also I love your writing❤️

Thank you!!!❤️🫶🏼

Yoongi couldn’t wait for this damn plane to land and everyone could tell. Jimin who was sitting next to him smirked before nudging him a bit.

“Can’t wait too see the family?” He asks

“It’s been a while since I’ve physically seen them…and I just wanna be in my bed” he mumbles making jimin laugh

“Yeah I feel you” jimin says making yoongi side eye him

“Well, on the bed part” jimin says making yoongi nod and chuckle

Before he could respond the flight attendant announced they would be landing soon. Yoongi didn’t wait to pull out his phone sending you a quick text.

Not wasting time to get his overhead bag and getting into the isle to get off the plane. The rest of the members laughing at his excitement

After being the first person off the plane, yoongi did wait for his members who met him inside the airport.

Staring down at the watch on his wrist looking at the time

“Are you going to eat? I want food” jungkook says as the rest of the members walk over to yoongi

“Took you long enough” yoongi mumbles taking the sunglasses off his face

“We get it! You miss the family! Gosh” Jin says rolling his eyes as they start to walk

“Don’t be upset because you don’t have your own family to go home to.” Yoongi mumbles

Yoongi looked around the empty airport. It was slightly dark outside and there was surprisingly no cameras and no army inside which he was glad for

He looked down at his phone to see where you parked.

Stepping outside in front of the airport yoongi and the guys looked around for you and the tiny angel.

Yoongi couldn’t help but smile when he looked over across the street and seen you holding your three year old daughter who was holding a sign with different colors and sparkles.

“Mommy!! It’s daddy!” He heard her scream

“I know babygirl! Let’s go get him” you say smiling at her

Yoongi waited for the two of you to cross the street. Your daughter kicked her legs ready to get out your arms and into yoongi's.

"daddy!! Hi!" She shouts waving her tiny hand

"Hi princess" Yoongi says pulling you and the small child into a hug. Leaning over to kiss your forehead then your daughters. Yoongi sighs in relief at finally being home

"Look!" Your daughter says holding up the sign she made almost hitting you with it

"she insisited that we make you a sign" You say playfully rolling your eyes

"It pretty?" she ask looking at yoongi with her big wide eyes. He chuckles before running his hand through her curls

"Very pretty princess. Whats going on with your hair?" Yoongi asks noticing her hair wasnt in its usual twist or braids with beads

"She gave me a hard time when I tried to do it. So shes rocking the baby fro" You say

"Hey yn you cooking?" Jungkook asks walking over to the three of you

"Excuse you? Cant say hello to my wife?" Yoongi asks

"Dont do that, me and yn are cool like that. I'm just hungry" Jungkook says waving yoongi off

"Uncle Kookie!"

"Hi pea! Where you good for mommy?" He asks taking your daughter from yoongi,

"Yeah!" She screams excitedly

"Yeah Im cooking but it'll be later. Me and ava had pancakes" You say pushing her air out of her face

"Yeah later, now go away so I can have my family to myself" Yoongi says grabbing ava from jungkook

Jungkook glares at him before smacking his lips and looking over at you.

"He cried the third day on tour because he said he missed you guys" Jungkook says pointing at yoongi who smacks his lips

"I did not" Yoongi says

"He did, the stylist had to redo his makeup he was crying so much" Jungkook says making yoongi push him a little bit

"Get out of here" He says making jungkook laugh and leave

"I did not cry" Yoongi mumbles

"well Ava did" you say making her gasp

“Mommy! Stop!” She says feeling embarrassed

“Yeah mommy stop! She’s a big girl” yoongi says making your daughter agree

“Yeah whatever, get in the car I know your tired” you say patting his back

“Daddy can we play?” Ava asks

“Ava daddy’s tired you can play tomorrow” you say walking over to the car

“No tomorrow” she says pouting as yoongi puts her into her car seat

“It’s okay princess we can play all night” yoongi says kissing her forehead making her giggle

You shrug going over to the drivers side to open it but yoongi quickly shuts it and shakes his head

“What’re you doing?” You ask

“I’m driving” he says

“No baby your tired. I can drive” you say

Yoongi ignores you taking the keys from your hand and pushes you over to the passenger. You sigh and obey anyway.

The car ride home was filled with you filling yoongi in on what happened while he was gone. Everything was about Ava but yoongi was glad to hear.

Once you three were settled inside the house, Ava immediately pulled yoongi too her big pink purple and yellow room filled with every toy a three year old could have

While you were in the kitchen you couldn’t help but smile as you heard Ava’s loud giggles. Sooner or later the giggles were no longer heard.

Just as you turned off the stove, you walk upstairs to Ava’s room to find yoongi in her tiny bed and her in his lap. You take out your phone taking a pictures smiling. You knew he was tired.

Before you could wake him up you heard someone knock on the door. You go down the stairs to open it to find jungkook

“Oh so you was serious about getting this plate” you say letting him in

“Of course! Where’s yonngi and Pea?” He asks

“Asleep. They played for about two hours” you say going to make his plate

“Really? Alright I won’t bother y’all. I’ll get my plate and go” jungkook says following you too the kitchen

“Take some to jimin and taehyung” you say handing him the extra plates

“Nah I think I’ll keep them to myself” he says laughing

“Bye jungkook” you say laughing

“Bye Yn! Thanks for the food” he says opening the door and leaving.

You make yoongi and Ava’s plate putting them in the microwave knowing they’d probably wake up at the same time and want to eat.

After cleaning the kitchen you go back to Ava’s room to check on the two. They were still sleeping just in a new position that made you laugh.

Yoongi was on his back with his feet hanging off the end off the tiny bed with Ava laying on his back.

You don’t say anything. You just take another picture and go to your bedroom. Quickly showering and getting dressed.

Getting into the bed yoongi wasn’t far behind

“Wassup baby” you say making him glare at you

“Ain’t no wassup, why didn’t you wake me up to get in the REAL bed” he says making you chuckle

“You looked comfortable so I left you alone” you say shrugging

“Bullshit. You know that plastic bullcrap isn’t comfortable. Plus Ava kicked me in the mouth” he says rubbing at his jaw

“How?” You ask chuckling

“I don’t know but I do know I’m going to bed” he says climbing into the bed throwing his arm around your waist

“Okay goodnight” you say turning off your lamp and turning you attention back to Netflix

Soon enough yoongi was back lightly snoring and you were watching some reality show on Netflix. Not even 25 minutes later Ava came into the room with a pout

“Mommy!! Daddy left again!” She says sadly

“No he didn’t he’s right here baby” you say pointing to the sleeping man

She peeks over and immediately runs over to the big king size bed. She tries her hardest to get into the bed but she just couldn’t so she pats yoongis leg

“Daddy! Help” she says making you giggle at her cute little voice

Yoongi groans grabbing her from under her arms and putting her in between the two off you. He kisses her forehead and pats her stomach

“Go to sleep pea” he mumbles

“Okay” she mumbles snuggling closer to yoongi

You smile at the two before turning the tv off and snuggle into your daughter and yoongi.

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gadriezmannsgirl · 1 year

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Hello, can u do a one shot where the reader is waking back home but someone is following her so she calls Gavi for help

(I love your works,they’re so good😭)

FIC CELEBRATION! BARÇA'S LALIGA WINNER!🎉🏆

Marathon fics as part of the celebration?

Help - P.G

Summary: When someone is following you, you call your boyfriend for help

It was a sunny day in Barcelona, heat and the wind flowing just the perfect beat to not be sweating like crazy and at the same time not to be so chilly. It was a perfect combination of both, so you decided it would be a good idea to take a little walk by yourself, to enjoy this bit weird but loved kind of weather.

Pablo was busy with a few interviews and you were bored, you let him know you were going out and when you got a little Ten cuidado, preciosa. Call me if anything happens, te quiero😍♥️ you replied his love affection, smiled and went out of the house.

And everything was good, you went to a park that was nearby where you and Pablo lived, ate a bit of ice cream, played with someone's dog who decided to make you happier with its presence and when it was getting a bit dark you decided to go home but not without buying something for Pablo for when he comes home.

You had distanced yourself more than you actually predicted from your home since you went to a coffee shop, to buy your guy his favorite dessert, so you where walking. It wasn't that dark and there was other people walking in the streets too so you didn't worried about anything.

Until you decided to look behind you and found a man walking a few meters behind you, you didn't paid attention to it seeing as there were other people walking your way as well but when you crossed the street and the man crossed it too you thought it was too much of coincidence.

You turned to the left and when you realised the man took the left too you started to get nervous, it was too much to be just a coincidence now, you quickly and discretly took your phone out and started walking faster, dialing Pablo. You hoped and prayed for him to pick up but you wanted to cry when the call when in to voicemail.

"Don't let him be in an interview right now, please" You murmur dialing him once more when this time he picked up

"Amor? I'm about to head to an interview, everything good?"

"Everything's bad" You tried to talk normal, you didn't wanted the man to know you were nervous "Someone is following me" You whispered and saw behind you that the man was now picking his pace too, you tried to not show nervous and looked around pretending, you weren't watching him

"¿A qué te refieres? Joder, Y/N. Where are you?"

"I'm like ten minutes away from home but I don't want to get there, I don't want him to follow me back all the way and know where our house is. But I also don't wanna spend another minute walking with him behind me"

"There's people around?" You hum

"There is" You nod "But it seems they aren't paying attention to anything else but their own stuffs"

"I'm already on my way, mi amor. I'm seeing your ubication. Do you see some store? A pharmacy? Bakery? Music store? Clothes store? Anything you may get in and wait a bit until I get there?"

"There's this music store at the other side of the road"

"Go there and keep talking to me about anything" He asked as you nodded and crossed the street walking towards the music shop.

"What do you want me to tell you?" You asked

"Tell me how beautiful you look" And with that he managed to get a smile out of you

"Pablito" You said shaking your head

"C'mon, tell me mi amor" You sighed

"I think I look good"

"That's not what I asked"

You roll your eyes "Beautiful enough to make you fall deeper in love with me"

"Again?" He asked in disblief "You never get enough of me being at your feet, verdad mi amor? It's not like I don't like being at your feet either way" You laughed "I believe that, in fact, I know it's true. Everytime I look at you I fall deeper in love with you. I like it" He said as you smile

"You're distracting me"

"Is it working?" You hum nodding

"It is a bit" You kept on walking and finally made it "I'm at the music shop"

"Why don't you buy something for my dad, amorcito?" He hummed "We already got a present for my mom and for Rora, he's the only one missing and he talked to us last time about this Spanish Rock Band he liked in his young times, what do you think?"

"I think that's a good idea" You soon saw the man enter the shop and look around for you "He's in the shop, Pablo" You said nerves coming back up

"Wait for me, bonita. In three minutes top I'm there with you" He said as you nodded trying to disappear yourself from this man's view until Pablo came in a few seconds passed when you heard Pablo speak up again "Talk to me, what kind of Spanish band's are in there?" He asked as you saw the man look around all over the place

"Pablo" You whined lightly

"I'm there bonita, I'm there" He said softly trying to reassure you "Hold on a few seconds for me, 'kay?" You hummed eyes going over the line of CD's but your mind didn't went anywhere else besides your need of Pablo being next to you.

When the sound of the door being opened filled your ears, your eyes went over to it and saw Pablo with a black sweater on, some jeans and his white sneakers. His eyes immediately found yours as you let out a sigh of relief watching him there

"Amor?" You managed to say when he came up to you. He hugged you tightly and you felt tears swell up to your eyes finally feeling safe in the arms of your boyfriend.

"¿Estás bien?" You nod

"I am now" You said looking up at his eyes, you could see from the back of his shoulders said man leaving quickly "He's gone" You murmured as Pablo quickly looked behind him

"He doesn't matter anymore, bonita" He kissed your hairline "You're good, that asshole won't come ever again near you, mi princesa" He kissed your hairline again "Want to go home?" You nod getting out of his hold "C'mon" He grabbed your hand and went to pull you towards the exit

"Wait" You said sniffing "I found the Héroes del Silencio" You showed him the album as he smiled

"Let's buy it then, I'm sure the old man will love it" He leaded the two of you towards the cashier "You good, mi amor?" You nodded laying inti his arms

"I am now that you're here" You smiled at him "My hero, always being there for me"

"Always, bonita. Always"

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creedslove · 1 year

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BETRAYED - PART EIGHT

Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Summary: Pedro invites you to be his plus one for the night but his attention is caught by another woman and leaves you with a broken heart

Warnings: angst, age gap, established friendship, unrequited love/one sided feelings, a lot of fluff but also angst, pregnancy scare

A/N: You guys voted and here's the continuation, I know some people didn't like what happened in the previous chapter but it was just for the drama. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and there's only two more to go with this story :')

A/N part 2: I still can't manually tag people on the works because I use the app and it won't let me do it, that's why I don't have a tag list at all!

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Pedro took your hands in his and caressed them so gently "shh baby girl, it's okay… I know you are anxious and nervous but I need you to calm down and tell me exactly what happened" he asked with his warm brown eyes, pooling inside of them nothing but comprehension and calm.

You took another sip of the water he'd brought you and took another deep breath, telling him everything again from the start. You'd been sick about six weeks or so and took strong antibiotics, which later you learned that could affect your birth control. In the meantime you'd been with Liev a couple of times but you only thought about things when you realized your period was late.

You panicked and went to the nearest drugstore, getting the first test you could find and the rest was history. He nodded and went silent for a few seconds, getting some strands of hair out of your face "so you only took one test? I mean, it could be a false positive, couldn't it?" He suggested and chuckled as you frowned at him, surprised he even came up with that possibility.

"I had a girlfriend years ago, way before you and I met, and well, we went through that. I panicked as I really didn't want to be a dad back then, but it turned out to be just a scare and nothing else, so there's a chance that's the same with you" he assured you and took you by the hand.

"Come on, you're tense, scared and tired, let's get you to my place, so you can have some peaceful moment without worrying about that piece of shit coming back"

•••

"We'll make a quick stop, okay hermosa?" Pedro broke the comfortable silence you two had as he drove through the streets. You were somewhat calmer now, though your heart was still tight in your chest and you could feel your tears lingering around, so close to breaking free again.

You nodded softly "o-okay" you whispered. It was always so hard to calm down when you were going through an emotional distress, but you tried your best.

Pedro parked in an empty spot and quickly crossed the street, going to the drugstore and disappearing inside for a good twenty minutes before getting behind the steering wheel again. He handed you a bag and started the car once more, focusing on traffic.

You curiously peeked inside and saw two pregnancy tests and looked at him.

"If it's a false positive, then we'll know when the result comes, Y/N" he glanced at your surprised face before looking away once more "I also got you some pills so you can calm down, you know, the ones safe for pregnant women just in case" he shrugged softly and went quiet again.

You placed the tests back inside and smiled softly as you found one of your favorite candy bars inside the bag as well,

The man smiled "figured you needed something sweet"

Your heart warmed in your chest as you thanked Pedro for the treat and waited anxiously to get to his home.

•••

"You know everything here so I don't even need to tell you to make yourself at home, cariño. You can take the test now if you'd like, I'll be by your side, through it and through everything else that comes after, I really meant that" he said gently and walked to the kitchen. Pedro filled his ice pad and groaned as he sat heavily on the couch, pressing it against his face as he finally realized how much his face hurt after being punched like that. He was already thankful enough his nose wasn't broken, as he was sure his manager would be thrilled to tell all the executives the actor they hired for their productions had an issue with his face.

You felt incredibly guilty as you watched him, seeing he was in pain and it was kind of because of you. You sat next to him and gently grabbed the pad, placing it over the wounded skin, where you could see a darker bruise forming.

You applied some pressure by accident, hearing his grunt and immediately apologizing, not wanting him to suffer.

"You didn't have to take the punches, Pedro… He hurt you and even though you didn't break anything, you will still have some bruises on your face, that's not good for an actor"

Pedro couldn't help but scoff softly, raising his eyebrow at you "do you really think I thought about work at that moment? That guy wanted to get to you, of course, he also wanted to punch me which he did very enthusiastically by the way, but still, his anger was towards you, so yeah, I did have to take those punches because he would have to fucking kill me before he touched you in any way" he said deadly serious and stared into his eyes.

"You don't take me seriously, and I don't know what to do to make you believe me, Y/N, but I can assure you I won't ever let anyone hurt you in any way" he sighed.

"Did you really mean what you said? I mean, about being here for me, as a father?" You finally gathered the courage to ask him. The curiosity eating you up alive, you needed to know if he was serious, you were so confused and exhausted at everything that happened, you just needed some comfort at that moment.

"Yes, Y/N… there's nothing I've been dreaming about more than having you. You are the last thing I think of when I got to bed and the first one when I wake up… I-" he blushed deeply "I've been dreaming about us, as a couple, having our own kids… it usually happens right here" he pointed at the other couch "you're always sitting there beautifully, like always and then our kid comes running to you, calling you mommy and it just melts and breaks my heart at the same time, because I know time is passing by, I'm getting old but at the same time you're the one who can give me this, because I want this with you and no one else" Pedro teared up "so come on, mariposa, do the test, so we can kill this doubt already, I know it is not the ideal but we can make this work if you want it to work as well" he said, holding your face gently and pecking your lips.

You nodded, being convinced at his words. You had no idea what you'd do if those lines came out blue, but if they did, you knew he would be by your side no matter what.

You grabbed the tests and locked yourself in the bathroom, following the instructions by the book, your mind was a mix of thoughts and your heart, a turmoil of emotions. You figured you wouldn't be able to wait by yourself and called Pedro, asking him to be by your side.

He immediately pulled you to his arms, holding you the entire time as you two sat down on the floor, your backs against the tub as time dragged on. He made sure to distract you, talking about many other things, though your minds lingered around the result that seemed to be taking forever to get ready.

Pedro set a timer on his phone, but tried to forget about it. He was focusing mainly on your body against his, your breathing against his neck and how you kept your eyes closed, in hopes things would be alright. He was clueless at what was on your mind, he couldn't even guess what you'd do if you were indeed pregnant but he hoped really hard he'd be included in whatever plans you had for it.

His phone buzzing woke you both up from your individual daydreams. It was about time to face the truth and your anxiety made itself present as you both stood up and went to check the results. You didn't want to see it, at the same time you had to see it. Your heart hammered in your chest, you could hear your ears ringing with your blood pumping through the veins. Your hands went cold and sweaty at the same time and when you finally gathered courage to look at the tests, you let out a whimper of relief and turned to Pedro, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into his chest. You didn't say anything and he didn't even have to ask. He just held you while you shed your relief and happiness tears at the fact you were indeed not pregnant.

•••

You woke up tangled in Pedro's arms. You hadn't had sex, surprisingly, Pedro was too much of a gentleman for that, even if he was burning in desire for you, he wanted nothing but to see you comfortable. He loved how your eyes lit up and your entire body relaxed at the moment you got the news, he could see you were finally feeling happy again and that was enough for him to feel happy too.

Then, he insisted on filling up the tub so you could take a relaxing bath, getting you some of your own spare clothes you'd left there a few months ago and got you some things to eat and a bottle of wine.

You two killed the bottle of wine probably way too faster than you should have and your last memory of that trouble day was lying in his bed, his arms pulling you closer, wrapped around your waist as you both fell asleep.

When you woke up, you felt him stirring in bed, he was awake as well, but he hadn't let go of you yet, he couldn't bring himself to do it nor he didn't want to.

He nuzzled your neck gently, kissing it gently, chucking at how you squirm and rubbed your back

"Morning princesa, don't get up just yet, you need to rest some more, I'll fix you some nice breakfast" he whispered and got up, going to the bathroom and freshening up a little before heading to the kitchen.

He went through the fridge trying to find something good enough for you but there was nothing he could work on, so he decided to get some last night pizza and get it on a plate for you. It wasn't the first time you two shared breakfast pizza and it wouldn't be the last time.

When you finally showed up in the kitchen, Pedro smiled brightly holding two plates in hand "hey there, hermosa, I got you some breakfast, it's not the best, but it'll do honey" he winked.

You took a step closer and took the plates off his hand, placing them down the counter and held his cheeks between your hands.

"I'm gonna talk and I want you to listen, Pedro" you said seriously and saw worry in his eyes, looking away for a split second so you wouldn't chicken out at the sight of his lovely sad brown eyes.

He nodded and waited for you to go on

"I'm leaving Pedro, I am so sorry but I can't do this, it's too much. I can't just walk out of a relationship with Liev and get into one with you, as much as I love you, because yes, you were right, I lied, to you and to myself, saying that I got over you, but I also honest when I said now I love myself more than anyone else. I gotta take some time on my own, I gotta work on myself, think things through and I can't have you running after me like a sad puppy" you said, tears in your eyes as you could see how you were breaking his heart.

"I am so thankful for everything we lived and I forgive you Pedro, but we can't be together, thanks for being by my side when I thought I was pregnant, and I really loved that scenario you told me about, you know, how you dreamed of us and our kids… maybe someday that could be true, but not today, Pedro. I'm sorry" you said, sniffing and giving him one last kiss.

You excused yourself and Pedro watched you walk away from his life, his heart was shattered, but he knew he would always love you.

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A/N: did you guys really think I'd be crazy enough to make either of them be forced into having kids with people they didn't love? I am crazy for a happy ending, though the end of this chapter wasn't exactly happy but hey, there's still two more chapters to go and a lot can change!!! I hope you liked it ❤️

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auroravictorium · 1 year

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snow on the beach (pt. 2) (k.b.)

Summary: while snow falls over ketterdam, kaz wins a fight against one of his worst enemies with the reader's support.

Pairing(s): kaz brekker & reader (mostly established relationship) Word Count: ~2.8k Warnings: kaz battles his touch aversion, very minor mentions of drinking, mentions of drowning, mentions of death of a sibling, and lots of inner turmoil but it does get better Genre: angst w fluff at the end!

Author's Note: hello hello! sorry for the delay on this part. i meant to have it up yesterday, but i got busy w work and uni assignments. i was screaming while i wrote this, and i hope you guys love it <33

part one grishaverse masterlist

You examined the new tattoo on your forearm as you exited Amalia's parlor. The frigid air stung against your skin, but you didn't pull your sleeve down yet. The sight of the tattoo entranced you. You'd given your blood, sweat, tears, and almost your life for this; seeing it made the pain worth it.

Kaz had been silent since the almost-kiss. Aside from rolling up his sleeve for Amalia to reference his tattoo for yours, he was perfectly still and quiet the whole time she added the ink to your skin. He seemed lost in thought, and you weren't sure whether you should ask about it.

He mutely led you out of the alleyway and onto the street, then crossed the uneven road onto the sidewalk along the harbor. You trailed after him and took your spot at his side. Once next to him, you put the six inches of space back between you and snuck a glance at his face.

"Don't do that," he said quietly, just for you to hear. The city was awake once more, and he didn't want anyone listening in. He didn't need you in even more danger if someone figured out who you were to him. It was bad enough that you were passing through disputed territory next to him. He was sure there was at least one Dime Lion nearby, salivating at the thought of taking both of you out.

He picked up the pace, eyes sweeping the streets. You sensed the sudden urgency sweeping over him and jogged to keep up.

"Do what?" you asked, rolling your sleeve back down. You knew not to question the urgency. That was just Kaz. But what was it that he didn't want you to do?

"The distance." Because I failed to kiss you, he silently added. Because you know I want to be close to you but can't. He felt like a failure of a... whatever he was to you. He didn't like 'boyfriend.' It felt like a word he would use if he didn't feel so damaged. It felt like a kind word, and he wasn't kind. He didn't want to pretend to be, and he didn't think you wanted that from him either.

You looked down at your boots, curling your fingers into your palms. A blush crawled up your face. "I'm sorry," you said softly. You stepped closer and brushed your elbow against his as you walked. "I didn't mean it that way. I assumed you... wanted space."

He nodded tightly to accept your apology and kept walking. His cheerful mood from earlier had entirely disappeared, but not because he was upset at you. He was angry with himself. He felt like he was losing the war on his fear, and he wondered what you saw in him. Why did you want to be with him when he struggled to touch you? He was also moody and violent, and he choked whenever he tried to open up. He was the kind of person he didn't think you wanted to be with, and his failed attempt at kissing you had only confirmed that fear. At any moment, he expected you to open your mouth and end... whatever this was, and he would lose another person he cared about to the harbor.

The two of you walked in silence until you reached the Slat. As you turned to say something, anything to break the silence, Kaz went inside. You stood still for a moment, surprised by his easy dismissal of you after spending the entire morning together. You stared after him, heart aching, as he limped past a few Dregs waiting for his attention and up the flights of stairs to the attic.

Suddenly, the warm breakfast you envisioned upon your return to the Slat didn't seem all that appealing.

You went to your room and flopped onto your stiff mattress, squeezing your eyes shut and digging the palms of your hands into your eyes. Maybe that would block out the thoughts of the almost-kiss so that you could think coherently about what you could do to repair this. Unfortunately, trying to avoid it only made you think about it more.

You were worried about Kaz. He didn't like to talk to anyone about what he thought or felt, and he was also impossible to read. You had no idea where his mind was. He was upset, but that was all you could gather from the suffocatingly silent walk back to the Slat and his disappearance into his room.

Maybe you had pushed him or made him feel like you needed him to touch you to be happy with him. Maybe you had gotten too close and made him feel like he had to try to kiss you. Pushing him was the last thing you wanted; if that did happen, no wonder he needed space.

You were happy without much physical contact. You were content with the brushes of hands and secret gazes at the Crow Club. All you wanted was his occasional smile, reserved just for you in the seclusion of his room, and the tap of his cane against your shoe to tell you that he cared. You wanted him for who he was and wouldn't change anything about him. He'd taken you as you were two years ago, bloodstained and a shell of a person. It was only with time that you'd gotten to where you were; Kaz had done nothing to force that transformation, and you would never try to force him either.

You only wished you could ease the pain of whatever had happened to him when he was young. Kaz didn't deserve to be fighting all the time. Nobody did.

The next few hours passed in a blur of reading a book Kaz left in your room a few weeks ago, tidying up your room, then working your shift at the Crow Club. It was your unlucky day to deliver drinks around the Club while men gambled away their life savings at the tables and leered at you as you passed. Usually, you didn't mind their boisterous laughter and foolish behavior (after all, it put kruge in your pockets), but today it irked you. Maybe it was the early start to the day or the fact that you skipped breakfast and lunch. Or maybe it was because Kaz was watching you from wherever he was in the room, surveying the action and monitoring the behavior of his patrons. No matter where you moved, those piercing blue eyes were on you, raising the hairs on the back of your neck.

As you ducked behind the bar to prepare another tray of drinks, a cane thumped behind you and made you jolt in surprise. Per usual, you hadn't heard him coming.

You turned to face Kaz, a bottle of watered-down liquor in your hand. He'd changed into all black; instead of a black vest lined with gold thread, he wore an all-black vest over a black button-up. And, naturally, a top coat even though it was sweltering in the Club.

Your mouth went dry with nerves. "Hey," you said. You started to pour more drinks, awaiting a response. Kaz didn't speak and instead gently tapped his cane against your boot, turned, and marched off toward the back exit of the Crow Club. At least he was clear he wanted you to follow him this time.

"Cover me?" you asked one of the newest Dregs tending the bar whose name you hadn't learned. You grabbed your folded coat from a shelf beneath the bar and slipped away after Kaz.

After pushing through clusters of gamblers waiting for seats, you made it into the crisp air. Kaz leaned against a wall, his pale skin standing out starkly against the grimy bricks. His eyes settled on you as you emerged into the night, but you weren't looking at him. Your lips parted in awe as you looked up at the sky.

Snowflakes had started to flutter down over Ketterdam. They caught the moon's light, making them glitter as they swirled through the air and landed on buildings and the East Stave. The canal had frosted over sometime during the frigid day, and the snow created a sparkling coating over the usually murky waters.

Time seemed to slow as you took in the strange but beautiful sight of snow falling over the city you'd come to call home.

You nearly forgot that Kaz was there until he shifted his weight and unhitched himself from the wall. Your attention turned to him, and you were surprised by the anxiousness you found on his face.

"Hey," you repeated. You stuffed your hands in your pockets. The fear that you'd pressured him to try to kiss you nagged at you from the back of your mind, so you kept your distance.

Kaz clutched his cane so tightly that his gloves strained against his knuckles, and he exhaled a slow breath that clouded in the air. He nearly suffocated from the words in his throat. I'm sorry, he wanted to say. I'm sorry I can't give you what you deserve.

"Earlier," he started, settling for saying something else while he battled the habit of keeping his feelings sealed away. "You didn't do anything wrong." It was me. It was Ketterdam, which damaged me beyond repair. And I know you resent me for it.

A weight lifted from your chest, but you still hesitated before stepping closer. Only a foot between the two of you now. You fidgeted with your coat, absently brushing your fingers over the forearm where your tattoo lay underneath. You admired the flecks of snow on your sleeve before they melted into the fabric while you considered your words. "I worried I pushed you," you admitted. "Getting as close as I did. And made you feel like you had to try to kiss me."

Kaz closed his eyes and inhaled the smoky city air, tinged with sweetness from the snow. "I wanted to," he breathed, letting the words out with another cloud of air. His breath smelled like the good liquor hidden from view behind the rows of cheap stuff. He'd taken one shot for courage and one because he was nauseous at the mere thought of trying to tell you this.

His words drew you in, and you fought to keep yourself from stepping too close. Eight inches between your chests now, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off him. Your breathing stuttered as you looked up at him, searching his face. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.

He didn't open his eyes as he continued. "I wanted to kiss you. Today. Yesterday. The day before. The day I helped you put the necklace on." His lungs burned as he forced the words out. But I'm broken. I'm weak. I don't know how to fight my fear, so I hide it, and I hide from you.

His thoughts were almost too much. He wanted to turn away, to take back every word he said and protect his heart. Seal the cracks in his armor. The shots had done their job too well.

Kaz opened his eyes and found you standing only six inches from him. It was always six. Six inches was a safe distance, agreed upon by the two of you five months ago, before you started to threaten the defenses he'd thrown up around his heart. You hadn't even done so deliberately. You'd been cautious and respectful and maintained those six inches even when he wished you wouldn't.

Those six inches suddenly infuriated him. He hated the terror that burned within him and kept gloves on his hands. He hated how it kept you far away. He hated that he'd been working himself up to do this since that morning when he sensed the snow in the air through the ache in his leg, and he was still terrified. He hated that despite knowing that you loved the snow and that the first snow of the season would be the perfect opportunity for this, he still struggled to take those steps forward.

It nearly startled him when his rage obeyed his summons and flared up so brightly that his terror cowered.

Kaz took the chance.

The air shifted, and you were unprepared for the sudden fury in Kaz's eyes. You wanted to shrink under that look, but you held your ground and his gaze. Kaz stepped forward and closed the distance. He paused when you stood chest to chest, his neck craned so that his lips were mere centimeters from yours. He paused, hesitation flickering across his face in a display of uncertainty.

It was the same look he had earlier, except with the addition of snow landing in his hair and on his eyelashes. The sight would have made you laugh if you hadn't been entranced by his closeness or waiting with bated breath for his next move.

You didn't dare move closer or further away.

"Kaz," you breathed, intending to ask if he was okay, if he wanted this, if he was doing this because he thought it was what you wanted. But his eyes had you spellbound, and you forgot what you wanted to say.

"Can I?" he said. His voice was rough, raw with desperation. He could do this. He needed to prove to himself that he could fight his fear and win.

You nodded, a slight dip of your chin. You understood. Kaz didn't tell you everything, but there were some things he didn't need to explain to you. Especially after five months of something.

Another beat passed. Another. Another.

Kaz took a deep breath. The water was there now, rising as he hesitated. It lapped at his calves and rose to his knees. It threatened to jerk the cane from his hands and sweep him to the bottom of the harbor.

Before it could take him, he kissed you. His nose bumped against yours, his hands were fisted on top of his cane, and he hadn't a damn clue what he was doing, but he did it. The harbor swirled violently around him, tugging, soaking his clothing. It did not approve of his disobedience.

He focused on you. Your lips were soft and warm against his, and your fingers found the lapels of his jacket. He could feel your chest rise and fall against his and your heart thundering away through the layers of clothing separating your bodies.

You were alive. The water wasn't there. It was only you and your breathing and your pulse. The thought kept him from spiraling right then.

You tightened your grip on his lapels before you pulled away, not wanting to push your luck. Your breathing came a bit faster, and blood rushed to your face. Kaz looked like he wasn't quite sure what happened, but he didn't seem to regret it. That you could tell, anyway.

"Are you okay?" you asked softly, taking a step back to put some space between you. Reluctantly, you released his coat and dropped your hands back to your sides. Concern bloomed in your chest when Kaz didn't respond immediately, and you worried he'd pushed himself too far.

He nodded slowly. The rage that fueled him to kiss you was gone, replaced by an ache in his chest and the sensation that he couldn't get air into his lungs. He leaned against the wall and tilted his head back, looking up a the sky. He could feel your eyes on him, and he forced himself to speak. "I.. need time. Before I can do that again." He didn't regret it, but he recognized the weight on his lungs as a sign that he couldn't do it again anytime soon. There was too much residual panic that he wanted to work through first.

You leaned against the wall next to him and gently nudged his boot with yours. "Kaz?"

He looked down at you, expecting disappointment on your face. There wasn't any disappointment or anger to be found, and his shoulders loosened.

"I'm proud of you," you told him. You brushed your fingers across the hand on his cane and offered him a small smile. He won out against his fear, and you couldn't be prouder of him. "And you've got snow in your hair."

Kaz's lips quirked, and he tapped his cane against your shoe just so you knew he appreciated your words. He needed them more than he could admit. "Shouldn't you be back inside by now?"

"Shouldn't you be running your gambling house instead of kissing me?" you taunted, flashing him a grin and slipping out of the alley and back into the Club.

Behind you, Kaz tilted his head to face the sky and allowed himself a moment of the peace he'd seen in you when you saw the snow falling. His eyes slipped shut, and he breathed in the cold winter air.

It was the first time in a long time that Kaz felt like he wasn't drowning.

(part 1, if you missed it) TAGLIST: @b3kk3r-by-br3kk3r, @tonberry-yoda

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skz317cb97 · 11 months

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Street Fighter

Jeongin x Female reader

Word count: 2K

Synopsis: When your friend Jeongin shows up at your door with a black eye you insist on him explaining why he's playing real life street fighter again.

A/N: 18+ ONLY! Just a quick lil Jeongin fic that was inspired by some pictures in an ask I received. To anyone with a request I promise as soon as I'm back in the swing of things completely I'll be working on them again! Thank you for your patience. In the mean time if you all enjoy this story please give it a reblog, like, comment, shoot me an ask, I just love you guy's feedback! As always warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI! Cursing and strong language, mentions of fighting and mild violence, oral (m&f receiving), deep throating, gagging, breath play, unprotected piv sex, rough sex, choking, strength kink, Jeongin is a little possesive, praise, pet names (good girl, gorgeous, goddess), little degradation (Jeongin calls MC his slut/whore a couple of times), cream pie. I think that's everything but if I ever miss something please let me know and I'll add it immediately!

“Why the fuck do you have a black eye?!” Was, of course, the first question out of your mouth when you saw Jeongin. He sighed and walked through the door you had just opened.

“Can I come in before you start giving me the third degree, please?” You gave him just as heavy of a sigh.

“Can you not show up to my door after another fight club match with no explanation?” He gave you an incredulous look.

“I’ll tell you jeeze just let me put some ice on my face and I’ll explain everything.” You followed Jeongin into the kitchen and stood there with your arms crossed as he got a hand towel and some ice and pressed it against his face. He looked over at you and you gave him a look that said, ‘Well?’.

“Okay, okay! I was leaving the convenient store and I was on the way here when I ran into Sam.” You looked confused for a second.

“Sam?” Jeongin rolled his eyes clearly not a fan of ‘Sam’.

“Your ex.” Oh yea. You tried not to think about that one, it was bad. He was verbally abusive and he scared you. So you got away before things could get physical.

“Oh that Sam.” He nodded.

“Okay well what’s that have to do with your bl-…" You stopped and sighed.

“Please tell me you didn’t.” Jeongin grabbed the back of his neck.

“I just couldn’t help it. I thought about the last things he said to you and I saw red. I shoved him and he got a cheap shot in. We fought until a couple other guys split us up and we went separate ways.”

“Again? That's like the third time you’ve gotten into a fight with one of my ex’s. Are you gonna beat up every guy that breaks my heart?” Jeongin looked at you seriously.

“Yes...” You were about to say something but he cut you off.

“Yes, I will. Until you finally realize the guy you should have been with all along.” Your brow was furrowed in confusion again.

“Wha-what do you mean?” Jeongin put down the ice filled towel and walked over to you.

“Do you really not see...” He grabbed your hand.

“I mean I’m waiting for you to realize that I’m not agi ppang anymore. I’m a man, and I’m in love with you. It should be me you're with. I’d never treat you like any of those other guys. I’d treat you like a queen, worship you like the goddess you are.” He kissed your hand.

“I.N... I... I didn’t know you felt this way.” He took a chance and wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him.

“Well now that you do, how do you feel about it?” You put your arms around his broad shoulders and carded your fingers through the hair at his nape.

“I feel like...” He nodded a little smiling softly at you.

“I feel like I want to kiss you right now.” Jeongin chuckled and didn’t wait any longer. His lips found yours gently slotting together at first before quickly starting to nibble and trace your tongues along the others. It wasn’t long before you were grasping at each other frantically as you made out. You pulled away long enough to pull Jeongin’s shirt off over his head.

“Wait are we gon...” You cut him off with your lips.

“Stop talking and fuck me Innie.” He nodded and pulled your spaghetti strap top down, freeing your breasts then kissing you hard. You grabbed at his belt but before you could undo his button and fly he lifted your legs and wrapped them around him before slamming you against the fridge. You could feel his hard cock pressing into your throbbing core. It made you clench.

“GOD! YES! FUCK! Jeongin!” He kissed down your jaw and neck, biting a little harder each time.

“Fuck you sound so pretty. Make some noise for me gorgeous.” He bit you again, hard.

“OW! JEOn-” He rolled his hips into yours rubbing against your clit through your clothes.

“Fuck!” You grabbed two hand fulls of his hair and pulled as he started to nip his way down your neck again, more gently this time. You tugged and tilted his head back before sinking your teeth into the crook of his neck and shoulder.

“Mmmm, okay, I deserved that.” You both laughed and Jeongin gripped your ass and carried you to your bedroom. He tossed you on your bed and you laughed again.

“Get those shorts and panties off.” You smirked.

“What panties?” Jeongin’s mouth watered.

“Such a bad girl. No panties? Let’s see.” Jeongin grabbed your shorts and pulled revealing you in fact did not have any panties on. When he saw your glistening folds, he licked his lips. He took his fingers and spread you open then spit on your pussy before leaning down to lick it up. Your head flew back and you moaned at the contact. His warm wet tongue slowly, gently exploring every inch of you. Going down on you was as much for him as it was for you it seemed, the way he moaned into your cunt when he gently sucked at your clit. You gripped his hair tightly again.

“Ohh my god Innie fuck! You're doing so good god please! Fingers please!” Jeongin slurped at you and pushed two fingers inside. He started slow pumping them in and out, stretching you but when he started to get really excited his tongue worked faster and he finger fucked you harder.

“Yesyesyesyessss! Holy fucking don’t stop I’m gonna cum!” A guttural growl came from Jeongin as he curled his fingers inside you pushing you over the edge. You had never cum so hard in your life. Your legs shook and attempted to trap Jeongin between them only stopped by his strong hands pinning them down to the bed. He gave you one more lick from bottom to top and then kissed his way up your body. He kissed you so sweetly and then looked into your eyes.

“How do you feel about choking on my cock beautiful?” Truthfully your mouth watered at the idea. You got on your knees and Jeongin stood in front of you. You finally unfastened his pants and pulled them and his underwear down at the same time. His cock sprung out hard and ready. You grabbed him and gently licked the tip. Then again, then again.

“Don’t tease me now, or remember, payback is a bitch.” You smiled looking up at him then took his tip into your mouth swirling your tongue around him. He patted your hair.

“Such a good girl. Go on. More.” You took more of him into your mouth sliding down the shaft of his dick, coating it in plenty of saliva. The first time you went down enough to gag on him Jeongin let out a soft moan.

“That’s it. Deeper.” He thrusted when you went down, pushing the tip of his dick deeper into your throat. You gagged again.

“You can do it beautiful, choke on it.” You hummed and Jeongin held your head as he thrusted deeper into your throat, over and over, fucking your face as you drooled, spit dribbling down your chin.

“Look up at me. Fuck! Yes my pretty little slut! Open up and let me fuck that throat.” You opened your mouth and Jeongin’s cock squelched as he punished the back of your throat. He gripped your hair tightly and then pushed you all the way down on his cock, pressing your nose into his pubic muscle and then pinching it closed. You gagged and struggled a little and he let go allowing you to pull off him.

“God damn fuck yes you are such a good girl, a fucking goddess! Get that sexy ass up on this bed I’m fucking you stupid right now!” He practically lifted and tossed you on the bed again.

“Bend over.” It wasn’t a request and you weren’t going to argue anyway. You bent over and Jeongin gave your ass a smack.

“Fuck yes my good little whore listens so well, sucks so well, I gotta fill her up good.” You nodded leaning down into the mattress, your ass perched up high for Jeongin to admire. Both hands rubbed your ass cheeks and he gave one a smack again.

“God fuck me please!” Jeongin lined up with your dripping hole and started to push the tip in. You moaned out as he sank all the way into you. When his balls were pressed against you he let out a grunt.

“You’re so fucking tight! How are you this tight gorgeous? Those assholes weren’t even fucking you right huh?” You shook your head no, honestly none of your ex’s fucked you well. If you got off it was because you were on top and you got yourself off. Jeongin had you seeing stars already.

“Don’t worry this is my pussy now.” Just like with his fingers Jeongin slowly started thrusting into you from behind. After a minute his grip on your hips tightened and he started to go harder.

“God yes fuck me like that, hard!” If you told Jeongin to fuck you hard then he was going to do just that. He started fuckin you harder your face pressing further into your mattress with each thrust of his hips into yours. He felt divine. You couldn’t speak it felt so good.

“You already fucked dumb beautiful? Hmm? Come on let me hear you.” He pulled you up so that his chest was pressed against your back and his cock was so deep inside you all you could do was scream his name in pleasure.

“JEONGIN! FUCK SO DEEP! YES!” He felt you clenching and shaking, as your orgasm approached he grabbed you around the throat with both hands and started to squeeze, when you started to get a little bit of a head buzz Jeongin let go, you took a breath and came out of nowhere.

“Good girl cum on my cock. My little whore likes it deep and hard. You like it when I choke you?” You nodded as you reached back and gripped his hair with both hands holding on while he slowly grinded up into you and you rode out your high. Once you had clarity again Jeongin whispered in your ear.

“On your back gorgeous. I wanna see my goddess’ face when she creams on my cock this time.” His breathy, raunchy words made your body erupt in goosebumps and you shivered. Jeongin pulled out and you fell onto your back and spread your legs.

“Fuck that’s the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down your swollen cunt then pushed it inside you.

“Ohhh god yes!” Jeongin fit inside you perfectly, rubbed you in all the right places. He gripped your hips and went rough straight out the gate this time, slamming his hips into yours hard and deep. He leaned down over you, wrapping his arms around you and holding your shoulders as he fucked you harder, making you take all of him. All you could do was lay there and let him take you there. He let go of you and propped himself up over you. He slowed down and started rolling his hips, then one of his hands was wrapped around your throat again pressing with a deliciously perfect amount of pressure. Your legs started to shake and Jeongin knew you were close again.

“Go on, cum for me baby, give in, give it to me.” You exited your body for at least sixty full seconds before you felt Jeongin’s hips falter and his warm cum fill you.

“God yes beautiful fucking take it all!” You both shook and trembled through the last bits of your orgasms and then Jeongin fell on top of you sweaty and out of breath. He was heavy and crushing you.

“Innie, can’t breathe.” You both laughed and he rolled off of you.

“Sorry.” You giggled and scooted in close.

“It’s okay, you’re allowed to crush me after fucking me like that... just...” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Refrain from crushing other men because of me please. I don’t like seeing you hurt.” Jeongin nodded, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer.

“I will refrain from crushing anyone but you.” You laughed and kissed him.

“There’s no one I’d rather be crushed by.”

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silent-raven13 · 8 months

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When Hobie prank Miles 🫣

"I dare you!" Gwen said to Hobie.

Hobie looks at Gwen, "Oh yeah? I don't like being told what to do!"

"But it's a dare! You gotta do it!" Pav said out loud, "You never back down from a dare! If you do then your a chicken."

The three were playing truth or dare just to passed the time at headquarters waiting for their next mission.

Hobie chuckles, "That's true, but... you two want me to not call my Sunflower, Sunflower?"

"Yeah, all you gotta do is call Miles by his name." Gwen smirks widely with one hand on her hip, "I saw it on TikTok! How couples wouldn't using their partner's nicknames to see how they would react! Come on, we want to see how Miles' react. Would he feel some type of way?"

"Yeah, would he get sad and beg to you?" Pav asked Hobie being excited, "Please, you have to do it!"

"Fine, so you two can shut up." Hobie took the dare, "Besides, I'm curious what my Sunflower would say."

Then, Miles appeared after finished his chores from home, "Hey guys! Sorry, I'm late. You know, chores!"

"Hey, Miles." Gwen and Pav said.

"We were just waiting on Miguel to give us a mission, so you're good." Pav added.

Miles said, "Oh good, he hates it when I'm late." His doe eyes look up at his boyfriend to go over to give him a kiss on the lips, "Hey, bae."

Hobie kisses him on the lips, "Hey, Miles. How's it going?" The look on Miles' face got Gwen's and Pav's to snicker quietly to themselves. The eighteen year old pouted with confusion on his eyes, "what is this"

Normally his boyfriend would always call him by his cute nicknames, Sunflower, luv, darling, or dear. Never just his name in one go. Nope, he doesn't like it, maybe his baby is having a bad day. Miles trying to find an excuse to let it go for now.

Hobie saw his boyfriend pouting at him then said, "I'm good, bae. Just a lot of chores, mi amor." Miles putting emphases on his endearment nicknames toward him. "How about you, mi alma?"

He should've just dropped the dare, but his witty punk side wanted to keep going. "Good. Nothing new. Same ole' same ole', Miles." He casually said.

"Mmm," Miles crosses his arms not liking this one bit, he's starting to get upset.

Gwen and Pav only giggles at how cute Miles get when he look unimpressed. It's just adorable when he's bothered. Those doe eyes squinting to study Hobie. Just when Miles was about to open his mouth- Lyla ring them in, "Hey Spider Band! Miguel wants you in the office for your mission! We got a level 5!"

"Great! Come on, Miles." Hobie said with a wide grin.

A grimace look on his partner's face, when Hobie tries to slouch against him Miles quickly walks ahead being upset. "Hmph!" He huffs.

Gwen giggles, "Dude, you're gonna be in so much trouble. You can drop it now."

"Yeah, we got to see he didn't like it." Pav nodded putting his mask on.

Hobie chuckles, "Nah, I wanna see what will he do if I keep going."

"You're just begging to get him to curse you out!" Gwen put on her mask, "Crazy!"

"I love crazy!" Hobie added as he quickly follow Miles while putting on his mask. "Hey, Miles! Wait up!"

The beginning of the mission, Miguel went through the plan like normal. He saw Miles with his arms crossed having to get away from Hobie, who try to slouch on him or cuddle. "What's going on?" The older Spiderman thought to himself, but ignored it. "Whatever. As long as they finished the mission."

During the mission, Hobie was testing Miles. Every times they swing together, Hobie would say, "Hey, Miles. What do you think the weather here?" or "Yo Miles, look at this view!" When they fought the anomaly, Hobie would say, "Good job, Miles!" or, "That's some quick thinking, man!"

"MAN?" Miles shouted out loud almost sounding offended, until he had to stay focused on the anomaly. The monster had grab Pav tossing him to the other side of the street. The eighteen year old uses his Venom strikes on the anomaly while Gwen tied it up with her web. Then, Hobie whacking it with his guitar. Pav jumps in the air throwing the high tech net to capture the anomaly.

Lyla quickly send out the missions progress to Miguel.

A successful mission!

Anomaly: Captured

No injuries... yet.

Hobie gave Gwen, Pav high fives, and saw Miles standing in the group being the least happy about the successful mission. "Miles! Come on, be happy! We beat that anomaly with zero damages!" Gwen said with joy.

"And it was a level five!" Pav said out loud.

"Yeah, lad! Gimmie five." Hobie hold out his hand as a high five.

No kisses? No hugging? Miles inhale trying to maintain his cool, "We're not done yet till we send this guy back at HQ!" He passes by Hobie to pick up the capture anomaly throwing it at the portal.

"Ohhhh." Gwen and Pav said to Hobie.

"Guys, it's cool. I know, Miles. He's just a little mad." Hobie said with a calm tone having a grin on his face. "I'll let him know it's a prank."

"I dunno." Pav sang.

As they went back to Miguel's office, Lyla's avatar was sitting on Miguel's shoulder. Looks like the two were chatting about something. "Oh, look here they are!" Lyla whispers to hush Miguel.

The leader of Spider Society rolled his eyes, "Great work, Spider Band. I'm impressed with that quick thinking. Stacy, you really pulled through. Morales great use of your venom strike. Prabhakar good eye on those civilians. Brown, you did good maintaining the street damages than last mission. Good work team."

"Oh it was nothing!" Gwen said out loud, "Does this show we can go on bigger missions?"

"You still need a chaperone, Stacy."

"Awe, what! We did no damages!" Gwen groans.

Miles said, "Yeah, we can go bigger missions. I mean, why not?"

"Because you all are still my responsibility, so I will say when you can-" Hobie cut him off having to slouch on his boyfriend out of the blue, "Oi, this guy deserves to go on dangerous bloody level ten missions!" He pointed at Miles being happy.

"OYE! This guy! This guy?" Miles shouted losing his cool, he took off his mask to reveal his pissed off face.

"Ooooo," Lyla giggles.

"What's going on here?" Miguel asked being confused, but Lyla hushes him.

Gwen and Pav stood quiet with their mouth shut trying to hold their laughter. Hobie took off his mask looking innocent, "What is it, mate?"

"Man? Lad? THIS GUY! Oye, mira me," Miles snaps his fingers at Hobie's face to make him look at him. His hands took hold of the punker's jaw having to purposely squish his face, "No soy tu amigo! Entiendes lo que estoy diciendo! Mira me! Look at me, when I'm talking to you!"

There goes the resemblance of Mrs. Morales on the eighteen year old. Miguel calmly said, "You had a death wish, brown?"

"Darling, it's just a prank." Hobie finally admits it trying to ease his Sunflower's anger.

"Prank? Prank! Puñeta, estás bromeando? Crees que es gracioso! Me oyes reír?" He curse at his boyfriend, "Yo soy to novio! No tu friend! I'm not your 'man' or 'this guy'!"

"He's your boyfriend. You should respect him as such." Miguel added having to shake his head.

"Tienes que tratarme como al amor de tu vida!" Miles scold his boyfriend, "This prank wasn't cute Hobie!"

Miguel scoff, "Since when pranks are ever funny."

"Wait, luv. I only wanted-" Miles snaps his fingers again, "No, quiero oírte! Soy tu cielo. Su vida. Su bebé! Tu girasol. Llámame así!"

"Honestly, I don't understand why he would pissed off a Latino like that." Miguel sighs, "We're possessive like that."

Lyla giggles, "It's like when Peter called you, pal back in the day."

"Cállate!" Miguel hissed seeing Pav's and Gwen's mouth drop. "You didn't hear that, got it!"

Miles huffed at his boyfriend, "I'm your Sunflower. I didn't like this Prank, Hobie." He pouts so cutely. "I'm mad at you."

"Awe, luv. I didn't mean-" He lets his face go, "No, I don't want to hear it. I'ma ignore you the whole day, hmph!" Miles walks away, "I'm going to lunch."

"Wait, Sunflower. I'm sorry!" Hobie quickly follow him trying to make it up to him.

Gwen said to Pav, "Well... Miles gonna be mad at him for the rest of the day."

"I give it two days." Pav said, "He did not like that."

Miguel added, "I give it a week. You never want to pissed off a Latino lover."

"Just like how you were with Peter, huh?" Lyla asked out loud with laughter in her voice.

"Cállate, Lyla!"

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #spiderman #spider man #spider verse #across the spider verse #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #flowerpunk #miles x hobie #hobie x miles

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seoheesoo · 23 days

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Modern AU! Kakashi is Naruto's guardian who meets his child's teacher for the first time and immediately falls in love with him

[Part 3]

Kakashi irritably unfastened his sword belt and threw it into the locker. The sudden task that the Third assigned in the morning dragged on until the evening. Kakashi was late for school again. And he had absolutely no time to warn Guy about his lateness.

“Shit!” - Kakashi slammed the locker door loudly.

“Hatake,” - he heard a voice and turned around.

Kakashi caught the object flying at him and unclenched his fist. The keys were in his hand.

“Take my bike, I’ll fill out all the reports myself.”

Kakashi threw his leather jacket over his shoulders and quickly walked towards the door.

“I owe you, Shiranui.”

Genma waved his hand at him lazily.

“Go already, Naruto has probably been waiting for you.”

Kakashi nodded thankfully and ran to the parking lot. Hatake immediately found Genma's bike. The black Yamaha YZF-R1 attracted the eye. Kakashi ran his hand over the cold metal. He had never been much of a fan of motorcycles, unlike Genma, but had ridden them often in the past. But after Naruto appeared, Kakashi got rid of all his motorcycles, giving them to Shiranui. However, this motorcycle was Genma's personal one, his favorite bike. Kakashi mentally promised him that he would treat the motorcycle with extreme caution.

Kakashi drove quickly through the deserted streets. Dusk began to fall on the city. Hatake was already a full two hours late. He couldn't even imagine Naruto's reaction. This child always had problems with trust in people and Kakashi tried to avoid situations in which Naruto's trust in him could be shaken. And there was also Guy. Kakashi again felt guilty for not being able to warn about his lateness and again forcing Guy to stay at work. The problem was that while on a mission, Kakashi could not call Rin or Obito and ask them to pick up Naruto. The Third once again decided to ruin his life. Kakashi pursed his lips in irritation and sped up.

Quickly pulling off his helmet as he ran, Kakashi ran into the school. The guard nodded at him and Hatake ran down the corridors straight to Naruto's class. With every step, he heard voices coming from the class more and more clearly.

“How do you like this color?” - he heard Guy's voice.

“Orange! It's my favorite color!” - Naruto's voice came next.

Kakashi slowed down and tried to even out his breathing. Everything was fine with Naruto, he didn't expect anything else. The child was safe and sound in Guy's company. Kakashi awkwardly knocked on the door and opened it. Entering the class, he first met Guy’s brown eyes, in which one could read anxiety and fatigue. Kakashi exhaled with relief, not seeing irritation and anger on Guy's face.

“Nii-chan!” - Naruto ran towards him.

“Naruto, stop,” - Naruto slowed down when he heard Guy’s voice.

Kakashi crossed the distance and dropped to one knee in front of the child and squeezed him tightly in his arms. Hatake felt Naruto's arms wrap around his neck and closed his eyes.

“Now you're covered in paint,” - Guy's soft voice rang out over Kakashi.

Hatake opened his eyes and caught the man's gentle smile.

“It doesn’t matter,” - Kakashi ran his hand over the child’s back. - “Guy…”

“Later,” - the man shook his head. - “Will you help us?”

“Yes, of course,” - Kakashi gently broke the hug. - “With what?”

“Guy sensei and I are preparing for the festival!” - Naruto announced.

Now Kakashi could get a good look at the child. All his clothes were stained with paint, Guy's clothes looked no better. Kakashi could see that his leather jacket was now also covered in different colors. But he never really bothered about clothes, if Naruto was happy to paint, then he could paint the whole apartment and Kakashi wouldn’t say a word to him.

“We got a little carried away,” - Guy pursed his lips guiltily.

“It’s okay,” - Kakashi came closer and picked up the brush. - “How can I be useful?”

Guy began to explain the details of the upcoming festival, while Naruto added his comments. Kakashi tried to listen carefully, but after a few seconds he became distracted by the man's face. Guy looked stunning, as he always did. It's been three weeks since they started texting. Every day their conversations became longer and longer, but none of them decided to take the next step. While Kakashi looked at the sparkle in Guy's eyes as he talked about the upcoming sports festival, he realized that he was the one who had to decide to take this step.

“I don’t know if I would have made it by tomorrow morning without Naruto’s help,” - Guy patted the boy’s hair.

Naruto smiled brightly at the praise. His big blue eyes shone with delight and adoration as he looked at the teacher. Kakashi wondered if he himself looked like that from the outside when he looked at Guy?

They quickly finished painting a large banner with a picture of a huge green turtle. After that, they inflated about twenty balloons and arranged desks. Naruto was already rubbing his eyes tiredly and yawning when they finished all the preparations. Kakashi glanced at his watch.

“Sorry for keeping you,” - he heard Guy’s voice.

“Sorry I'm late,” - Kakashi walked up to him, leaving Naruto to pack his things. - “An unexpected situation arose at work and I did not have the opportunity to write to you. I'm really sorry.”

“It’s okay,” - Guy smiled at him reassuringly. - “I just… I was worried about you.”

Kakashi blinked in surprise. Guy looked away embarrassedly.

“I understood that you were late at work, I just also know that you don’t have an ordinary job. And that’s why I was worried about you.”

Hatake suppressed a smile. It was very pleasant to hear these words.

“Are you free this Saturday?” - the question escaped his lips before he could stop himself.

Guy's eyes widened in surprise. He nodded silently.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” - Kakashi asked breathlessly.

“I want to,” - Guy answered in a hoarse voice, looking at Hatake with fascination.

Kakashi smiled widely.

“Then let’s get in touch about the time and place?”

Guy nodded, still remaining silent. A light blush colored his cheekbones. Kakashi walked up to Naruto to check him.

“Thank you for looking after him. See you.”

Guy waved at Naruto and met Kakashi's gaze. Guy's tense shoulders dropped, he smiled softly at Kakashi, and caught the man's return smile.

***

“Hello,” - Guy answered the call without even looking at the name of the caller.

“Let's meet today? I have a day off,” - he heard his friend’s voice.

“Sorry, I can’t,” - Guy sighed. - “I already have plans.”

“Plans?” - the man asked and then chuckled. - “A date or something?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Wait, what?” - the man stopped grinning. - “Are you serious?”

“Yes,” - Guy rolled his eyes. - “Is this so hard to believe?”

“No, of course not,” - he immediately heard his friend’s voice. - “It’s just that you haven’t met anyone for a long time and this is a little unexpected.”

Guy sighed loudly.

“I know, this is also a little unusual for me,” - the man fell on the bed and covered his face with his palm.

“And who is this lucky guy?”

“The most handsome man I have ever seen in my life,” - Guy smiled dreamily.

“Whoa,” - the man laughed. - “I thought I took this place of honor.”

“Not in this reality, Genma,” - Guy snorted.

“How did you meet?“

“He is the guardian of one of my children.”

“That’s it,” - the man drawled. - “I need more information.”

“Don't tell me you're going to run a database check on him or something.”

“Okay, I won’t say that.”

“Genma,” - Guy said reproachfully and rolled his eyes.

“Okay, okay,” - the man muttered conciliatoryly. - “What he does for a living?”

“Honestly, I don’t know,” - Guy had thought about this more than once, but still couldn’t bring himself to ask Kakashi directly. - “Judging by what I saw, his job is not very easy and very secret.”

“That’s how it is,” - Genma said thoughtfully. - “Secret, you say…”

“It sounds like you were able to find out all the information about him from this one fact.”

“And if so?”

“This is impossible, Genma,” - Guy shook his head and sat up on the bed, casting a sad look at the closet, he still hadn’t decided on the choice of clothes.

“Isn’t your lucky guy’s name Hatake Kakashi?” - Shiranui suddenly asked.

Guy opened his eyes in surprise.

“How did you…”

“I thought so!” - Genma screamed loudly. - “This brat has been walking around so happy lately!”

“What-”

“He doesn’t let go of the phone for a second,” - the man continued. - “And he constantly smiles, well, not with his lips, but with his eyes. Others may not notice, but I see it perfectly well.”

“How do you—what’s going on? How do you know Kakashi?” - Guy frowned. - “Don't tell me you're working together.”

“We are working together.”

“Damn,” - Guy tiredly ran his hand over his face.

“It turned out quite funny,” - there were cheerful notes in Genma’s voice.

Guy sighed heavily. The situation became more and more confusing.

“Hey,” - he heard his friend’s voice. - “Everything will be fine.”

Guy smiled at the corner of his lips. Genma always knew exactly what emotions Guy was experiencing, even when he was so far away from his friend.

“You know, Hatake is… complicated. He is closed, distant and sometimes acts like a complete jerk. But in reality, behind all the high walls he has built around himself, he is a good guy. I've known him for many years and he has a very complicated past. I'm sure he'll tell you everything himself. All I can tell you is that after thinking about it a little, I realize that you are perfect for each other. You know how much I care about you, kid, I would never put you in any danger.”

“Thank you, Genma,” - Guy blinked away hot tears and smiled widely.

“Go and have some fun, you deserve it.”

Guy threw the phone on the bed and walked towards the closet with a decisive step. Genma's words gave him even more confidence. He intended to go to a bar and have the best evening with the most gorgeous man.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

#kakashi hatake #might guy #naruto uzumaki #genma shiranui #kakagai

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slafkovskys · 6 months

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jack x oldestnorris!sibling is too good. he would have to try so hard to win her over

oh, jack hughes is late.

he is so late and she isn’t answering any of the calls he’s screaming at his car to dial. they go straight to voicemail. his pleading texts he had sent before flying out of the practice facility also remain unanswered. he had the brief, fleeting thought to call dalton (her undisputed favorite brother, her baby much to his dismay) but that quickly passed.

why?

because dalton would call josh who would then find jack and end his career prematurely before he even had a chance at a decent playoff run. so no, he would handle this one himself.

oh, how could he be so stupid?

he’s flying down the michigan streets in the direction of the norris family home like a mad man. he curses laws as he tries to stick them because they don’t understand that he finally got a date with the woman he’s been crushing on since he laid eyes on her when josh’s family came to watch their brothers’ first ntdp game eight years ago.

and he’s fucking late.

the sight of the norris’ driveway is a relief and he’s sure that if it were loose gravel, he would have flung half of it based off the speed he was turning in. he catches sight of her, well the back of her, walking up the stairs and she has a hand on the front door when he opens his door and shouts, “y/n, wait! please!”

she looks at him, a look of annoyance and obvious hurt present across her features. she’s dressed up while jack is still donning the same clothes he had worn to train in, not even bothering with the suit he had brought that was hanging in his back seat neatly pressed by his mother for the occasion. his shoulders fall, “please let me explain. i know that i’m late-”

she scoffs, “only by about two hours.”

“i know, but if you would just hear me out,” he’s pleading with her. she stares at him for a moment before leaning against one of the beams on the porch, arms crossed over chest. a breeze sweeps over the two of them, carrying the smell of her perfume to jack. this one’s different then the one she usually wears, the one he had grown to love, to crave. this one was better even and after a whiff, he straightens up and clears his throat, ready to plead his case, “we finished training earlier than we were supposed to and everybody knew about tonight, i swear. they knew how important it was- is to me and that i couldn’t be late.

“one of the trainers for the younger guys asked if we could stay behind a few extra minutes and talk to them. quinn was down and they said it would only take a few minutes and because we finished early, i stayed. i didn’t know they would want us to do some exercises with them, or else i would’ve left. i swear i tried to get out of there every chance i could, but they kept stopping me.

“i know that we’ve already missed our reservation, but if you give me another chance, i can make a mean chicken parm. quinn’s not going to be home tonight and we would have to stop by the store first to get some things because i have nothing to make chicken parm, but i promise you that i can make it worth your while and then some,” he watches her expression the entire time, trying to gauge her reaction to his very true rendition of events. he’s confused when her lips curl up into a smirk.

“quinn called earlier and vouched for you. even got the trainer that held you back on the phone in case i didn’t believe him,” she says as she adjusts her bag on her shoulder. jack’s face falls and she grins, “called the house phone and everything begging me not to cancel on you. said you’ve been talking about this all week?”

jack nods quickly because it was the truth. he’d barely shut up about his plans since she’d agreed to them, “that’s right.”

“well, hughes, i would hate for you to go home to an empty house and no food,” she as she pushes away from the beam, making her way down the steps towards him, “but i do have one condition.”

“anything,” the ball was in her court and he was about two seconds from dropping to his knees and begging right in the middle of the subdivision. if that’s what she wanted, jack thought, he would do it.

“you have to take a shower when we get to your house because not even your cuteness can excuse the smell of sweat coming off of you right now,” she raises an eyebrow, “do we have a deal?”

“let’s shake on it, norris,” his hand shoots out and hers meets in the middle. he takes note of her manicure and grins, so she did pick the color he chose. “after you, m’lady.”

he leads her to the car with a light hand on her back and as soon as he shuts her door, there is the sound of someone clearing their throat rather loudly. jack turns his head towards the garage, which is now open and standing in the middle with a hockey stick in hand, looking as menacing as jack had ever seen him, was dwayne norris.

he doesn’t say a word. he doesn’t need to, the look he gives jack was enough to convey everything that her brothers already had. jack nods his head quickly, “yes sir, i understand.”

dwayne gives him a curt nod before shooting a puck into the practice net and jack scrambles to the driver’s side, eager to get away and finally start the night he had been waiting almost a decade for.

part two coming soon!

#jack hughes #concepts #jackxnorris!sister

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lizthewriter · 3 months

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making me want you / ted logan

PAIRING ted logan x shy!nervous!reader

SUMMARY ted logan asked you out on a date and you both proceed to freak out. (fluffy blurb).

TAGS�� ted logan x shy!nervous!reader, fluff, blurb, cute, first date, this is so cute 😭😭😭, anon i hope you like this i tried my best, i procrastinated my stats homework for this

QUOTE "you take my hand and drag me head first, fearless, / and i don't know why but with you, i'd dance, / in a storm in my best dress, fearless," - fearless by taylor swift

WRITTEN 1.14.2024

WORD COUNT 900

"she's going to think i'm totally weird, dude! why did i think i could do this? why did she even agree to go out with me, man, i'm a nobody! i'm -"

"hey!" bill exclaimed, gripping onto both of ted's shoulders. ted had polished himself up for his first date with you, but his hair was already a bird's nest after anxiously messing with it so much. "dude, your self-esteem is most egregious! you have to believe in yourself. you're my best friend ted! you totally got this!"

"okay," ted responded, nodding rather quickly. "you're totally right. i can do this." he didn't sound so confident in himself.

"just remember what i told you about babes and you'll be fine!" bill exclaimed, patting ted on the back.

"oh god, i'm going to totally blow this date!" you quickly added some last finishing touches to your makeup.

"just don't blow him." you grabbed one of the eyeliner pencils and chucked it at your best friend, who had thought that now was a good time to make a comment like that. "hey, i'm being serious!"

"so am i!" you responded with a pout. "i'm not trying to get in his pants and he's not trying to get in mine!" you sighed as you spun around in the chair that had faced your dresser. your best friend didn't seem too happy at the idea of you going out with ted logan. "he asked me out on a serious date!"

"to the mall?" they asked with an arched brow.

you snatched your bag from your bed and stood up. "please, can you just be supportive, okay? i know you're not his biggest fan of ted but he's a really nice guy, okay?"

your best friend sighed and stood up with crossed arms. "all right. don't be nervous and if you are, don't start rambling on about something because you talk too fast when you get excited and no one can understand you. don't order food that you could accidentally spill or make a mess with, like pasta. most importantly, don't pretend to be who you think ted's dream girl is - be who you are. if he doesn't like that, then he doesn't deserve you. got it?"

you attempted to smile and wrapped your arms around their neck. "thanks. i'll see you tommorow."

you waited patiently in front of the music store at the front of the mall (ted had told you to meet him there in a few minutes). you were so nervous you were scared that your pants were stained with the sweat you had wiped off your hands. this was a nightmare! you were going to totally embarrass yourself in front of him and he'd never want to talk to you again! god, why couldn't you stop sweating?

"babe!"

your head snapped in the direction of his voice and found ted jogging towards you from the parking lot. you felt a little more relaxed now, thoughts of him ghosting you dissipating from your mind. he bore one of his usual sloppy grins and waved at you. as he crossed the street, he narrowly avoiding being hit by a car (tripping over his own feet but inevitably standing straight once more).

"hi," you said with a breathy laugh, anxiously shifting your weight between your two feet.

"wow!" he exclaimed loudly, looking you up and down. "you're totally pretty!"

you blushed furiously and stared at the ground. "thanks, you look pretty too. or handsome! if you prefer that. since some guys . . . not to say you're not pretty - if you don't mind me saying that, i mean." you internally cringed at yourself. you just needed to shut up and get on with it!

"oh, thanks," ted responded in a small voice, suddenly feeling shy. it was awkward now, the two of you just standing there in silence, rocking back and forth on your feet. you felt incredibly stupid, not knowing what to say. how were you supposed to behave on a first date anyways? should you take the lead? you didn't want to order him around or anything.

"so, should we, uh . . . " ted furrowed his brows in concentration and stared up at the ceiling. he didn't seem to know what to do either. "uh . . . " he started to become more jittery, his mind drawing at a blank. his shoulders slumped and he looked back at you. "i'm sorry, babe, i swear i had a whole plan and everything but . . . uh, well, you see . . . i've never taken out a babe before. so i'm totally drawing a blank dude! dudette? . . . babe. babe?"

"well, i've never been taken out by a guy before, so . . . you're not the only one," you responded with a nervous chuckle.

"no way!" he exclaimed in blatant disbelief. "but, you - you're fantastic!"

you stared at him with wide eyes. "you really think so?"

"of course! you're really pretty and smart and funny! just ask bill, i talk to you about him all the time!" he then seemed to realize that perhaps he shouldn't have said that. "wait, i'm not supposed to say that. one sec . . ." he pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket filled with notes about how to behave on a first date that bill had copied for him from one of missy's magazines. "uh . . . okay, uh-huh . . . right!" he crumpled up the paper and pocketed it again. "confidence! babe, would you like to go eat in the food court?"

you stared at the hand he held out to you and suddenly, you didn't feel as nervous anymore, knowing what you did now. "yeah, let's go!"

#— [ glizzy posts ☆ ]#ted logan x reader #ted logan x you #my writing #fanfiction #my fanfiction #my fic #writing #fanfic

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goferwashere · 1 month

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Bear Hugger The Terrible, Terrible Liar (Punch-Out!! Monster Hunter AU Oneshot)

WE BACK AT IT AGAIN! THIS TIME FEATURING HONDO, BEAR HUGGER AND DON (BC HE ALWAYS HAS TO WORM HIS WAY INTO EVERYTHING I DO)

Anything under 2k words doesn’t really feel like something to put on ao3, so this one is going on here :3

Also as always @oohbuggypie HERES ANOTHER THING!!

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Bear Hugger had been graciously invited to a pool party, hosted by the Major Circuit title holder himself.

It was being held in the pool room, as they usually were. Don had strung up some decorations and tables, and he could smell the contents inside the bloody cooler sitting off to the side. His stomach grumbled, and when Don wasn’t looking he snuck a piece of raw meat from the cooler into his mouth. He noticed that along with the meat there were a few blood bags as well. All O-, Kaiser’s favorite. He tried to ignore the fact that they all looked like they’d come from a hospital.

He was early, always more than happy to help set up. After him was Kaiser, timely as per usual. Then Bull, who seemed very nervous to attend. He was pretty surprised to see that he got everyone to show up.

Lastly though, Macho Man stirred up some trouble when he brought a human along with him as his plus one. Don was very unhappy about this. He not-so-subtlety tried to ‘persuade’ the human to leave, but Macho stepped in with a firm grasp on Don’s wrist and a harsh whispered exchange. He pulled away, and the party began.

Though there weren’t many of them, Macho shedding his human form for the party certainly gave everyone else less room. He was very careful, which was nice, but a good chunk of the pool was now dedicated to Macho. The human was very quiet, just kind of… staring at him, but everyone else seemed to be enjoying themselves. Hugger was grabbing a beer when he glanced out the door and froze.

“Uh, guys? Someone else is pulling in.” Hugger called out to everyone else. Don sat up on the ledge of the pool, fully in his siren form.

“Everyone is here.” He did a double check, and nodded in confirmation. Hugger frowned, doing the same check as Don.

“Who would dare come here on our Saturday? Everyone should know what will happen if they interrupt us.” Kaiser spat, crossing his arms. He was sucking on a pack of blood, with the IV tube looking like a bendy straw. Hugger scratched his head, trying to think. But then he saw who was coming out of the car.

“Oh crud.” It was Hondo. He slapped his forehead. Of course. As he relayed the info to everyone else, and the music came to a halt as everyone began to murmur.

Don was checking his nails. “Why don’t we invite him in? I do love watching humans squirm after seeing us for the first time.” He chuckled. Hugger frowned, and Don could see the disapproval on his face. He rolled his eyes and waved him off. “You’re no fun.”

Hugger looked back and saw him approaching.

“I-I got it! I’ll get him outta our hair.” He called, and didn’t wait for the objections because Hondo was already reaching into his bag for his keys.

He frantically pushed open the door and planted himself firmly between Hondo and the entrance. Hondo stared for a moment before bowing lightly.

“Good Morning, Bear Hugger. Please excuse me, I need to train today.” Hugger chuckled, and waved a hand.

“Bah! Today’s a Saturday,” He turned Hondo around with a hard pat on the back, keeping him focused on the street so that he couldn’t catch a glimpse of the party inside. “No need to train today! That’s what the rest of the week is for.”

Hondo shook his head. “I’m afraid not, I had to skip Wednesday due to an unfortunate incident, so now I must make up for the lost time.” He turned back to face the door, but Hugger grabbed his arm.

“Ah-! Now now, come on…” He was sweating, desperately trying to think of some excuse to get Hondo to leave.

“Why are you acting so odd? Is something happening inside?”

Shoot!

Bear Hugger was mentally cursing himself. He hated lying.

“Oh no no, it’s nothing important, it’s just-” His brain seemed to grind to a halt.

“Are the janitors cleaning?” Hondo raised an eyebrow.

“Well no- I mean-” He mentally cursed himself again. Hondo had just given him a perfectly reasonable explanation and he threw it away. How was Don so good at this? “W-why don’t you come out with me? I can get us some food, my treat.” Hugger nodded towards the parking lot again, but Hondo shook his head.

“The last time we went out for food I watched you dip every piece of sushi you ate into maple syrup. That was… quite disturbing.” Hugger grumbled, not happy about his choice of sauce for sushi being slandered, but pressed on anyway.

“Well, ya just can’t use the building today. I’m sorry Hondo.” He said, not meeting his eye. Hondo crossed his arms. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“I see no sign saying that the building is closed off. It’s really rather important that I train today. I’m sorry Bear.” He placed a hand on his shoulder and headed inside. Hugger let out a yelp, putting his hands on his head before racing in behind him in a panic.

He needed some way to alert everyone else that he was coming. He raised his voice.

“So, what were ya plannin’ on doing today, Hondo?” He yelled, hoping that everyone else could hear him and cover up. Especially Macho.

Hondo looked at him with a frown. “There’s no need to yell, Bear. I am right here.” He was heading towards the weight room, but in order to get there he needed to pass the poolroom. Hugger was sweating now.

“Hondo, you should really go. Maybe come back in 5 or so hours.” He threw out an arbitrary number, figuring that the party must be over by then. He wasn’t slowing down, and he was worried what would happen to him if he barged in on the party. Everyone had always been patient with Hondo, but it was obvious that they were reaching their wit’s end.

Hugger’s anxiety must’ve shone through, because Hondo was now concerned. “Bear, is everything alright with you? Is something happening?” He turned to face him. Hugger could hear the party raging inside the pool room with his enhanced hearing. His eye twitched.

“Just… stay here a minute, will ya?” He stormed over to the pool room door, shutting it behind him and turned off the lights. Everyone could still technically see fine, except for the human, but he had other things on his mind.

“Macho, out yer jewelry back on! We’re cleanin’ up and moving this party to tomorrow.” Hugger announced. Macho curled his tail around his body loosely with a snarl.

“What are you talking about bro? The party isn’t over yet.” His eyes were glowing in the dark, and that unnerved Hugger. The darkness was enough to pull Don out of the water to investigate the disturbance. He thrusted himself out of the water and with nothing but grace he shifted back into his human form. He stalked up to Hugger and put his hand on the light switch in an attempt to turn it back on, but he kept his hand firm.

“What’s the meaning of this, Hugger?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

“I couldn’t get Hondo to leave. He’s dead set on exercisin’ today.” Don groaned at this, and went to push Hugger aside.

“I’ll handle this. He can train and use this building, but when he thinks he’s more important than one of MY parties, it’s time for me to step in.” He spat. Hugger was itching for a facepalm. ‘How could he interrupt this party? He doesn’t even know it’s happenin’ you dimwit!’

He rolled his eyes and stopped Don before he went outside. Don looked over at him with contempt.

“No flare, no scares. got it? Just tell em to go home.” He said sternly. Don simply broke his grip and walked out the door. Hugger saw the grin creeping onto his face, but by then it was too late.

“Hondo!” Don threw out his arms in greeting, going in for a hug. Hondo’s expression didn’t change, but it was clear that happy to see another person. He nodded and reciprocated the hug. They patted each other's backs, and Don pulled away while following his arms so that he was holding Hondo’s hands in his own. “What on earth are you doing here? It’s Saturday!”

Hugger had already gotten a bad feeling. Don was being too nice.

“Apologies, Flamenco. It appears that I may have stumbled into a private meeting of some sort.” Hondo looked over to Hugger, who waved and gave a sheepish smile. Don looked back at him with a dirty look, before putting his sweet persona back on.

“Oh, not at all Hondo.” Don waved his concerns away, and Hugger grimaced as he could hear the difference in his voice.

“But maybe you should take a walk. Go get some rest and come back tomorrow.” He pet Hondo’s cheek, before gently pushing him away. Hondo, in a daze, nodded absentmindedly and wandered out of the building. As he was heading out the door, Don scoffed.

Hugger was clenching his jaw, but he kept smiling. Don walked past him with a pat on the back.

“There. Problem solved.”

Hugger’s shadow stretched out into the corridor as the lights inside the pool room came back on. The heavy metal door clanked shut and he could hear muffled surf rock coming from inside. He could see Hondo, he hadn’t made it to his car yet. Hugger made a choice then and there, not stopping to look back or let anyone know what he was doing.

By the time he made it to the parking lot, Hondo had passed his car. He was halfway down the sidewalk. Was he going to walk all the way to his apartment? That would take him hours. Hugger bit his tongue— He was going to give Don hell for this later.

He caught up to Hondo, who was shuffling along like a zombie. He put a hand on his shoulder, and held out his hand.

“Hondo, I think yer pretty tuckered out. Let me drive ya home.”

Hondo gave him a blank stare, which unnerved Hugger. He’d never seen him anything other than focused. He stood for a moment before nodding and reaching into his bag and plopping the keys into Hugger’s hands.

He led Hondo back to his car, and helped him into the passenger before hopping in the driver’s seat. He was no good at driving a manual car, but he wasn’t going to let Don do this to Hondo.

After nearly dying at least twice on the road, Hugger finally figured out how all of the pedals and the gear shifter worked and got Hondo home in one piece. He unlocked the door for him, Hondo seemed conscious enough to lock it behind him.

The sun was setting, which was perfect for him. He silently thanked Hondo for having an apartment so close to the woods, and headed off into the trees so he could transform properly and make it home a lot faster.

On his way home he passed the Major Circuit building, and considered heading back to the party. He stopped in front of the building for a moment, using his hearing to listen in. He heard music, now playing a rather upbeat German song, and the sounds of bottles being broken. Cheers erupted after every shatter.

No sounds of fighting or arguing, but he figured he’d had enough of everything for now. So he didn’t look back as he headed into the night.

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Also ending note I just want to say to everyone that if you like super macho man and/or surf rock, PLEASE go listen to Shadowy Men on a Shadowy Planet. Their shit is soooo good y’all

This is my favourite song from them but yeah. When I said surf rock this is what I’m talking about. This song exactly actually.

#punch out!!#punch out #punch out wii #punch out monster hunter au #bear hugger #piston hondo #piston honda #don flamenco #super macho man #von kaiser #my writing #YAYYYY #wow I never thought I’d make it past the Joe and Don fic but here we are #Spotify

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hotxcheeto · 2 years

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heyy, here after reading 'bathroom activities'!! I loved it and I would love to read the opposite,,, like ellie getting jealous, not because of the same thing but you know... also reader teasing ellie about it + smut please (fem reader ofc, please make it long cause I love long fics 🙏🏻)

━ 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, smut, afab reader, fingering ( f! receiving ), kissing, slight joking, slight dom kink, jealousy, flirting, make out session, teasing, very dirty remarks, pet names, top!ellie, bottom!reader

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! I hope you enjoy!! Ty you sm for the rq! ily very much and I'm glad you liked bathroom activities I know I enjoyed writing it haha!

REBLOGS ARE EXTREMELY APPRECIATED

Ellie was mature, most of the time.

But not when she was jealous.

She continuously huffed like a toddler with her arms crossed and a similar pout on her face. Like now, staring at you who was happily chatting up the man who ran the shop counter. Smiling at you and giving you tips for things around the house that you had brought up in conversation while he took your items.

You came for a few things bringing goods you'd collected on runs as payment and somehow she'd gotten stuck standing there for twenty minutes as the guy tried his shitty attempts at flirting on you.

The lines going right over your head and barely glancing to Ellie thinking you were just talking to a friend not someone she wanted to bury alive.

"No, and Ellie's always complaining about the leaky sink in her bathroom yet we still have yet to figure it out." You giggled, turning to finally meet your girlfriends annoyed stare silently begging you to leave to go back home already. Having been dragged from there in the first place.

"Y/n.." She very quietly said hoping not to seem rude as you've scolded her before today for her childish begs to leave. It wasn't that she didn't want to be around those people or that she didn't like them, Ellie just wasn't an extrovert and prefered her time spent being with just you.

And you understood that about her, it's something that she loved most about you. That despite your motherly words to tell her to not make it so obvious and rude sounding, you'd leave just a few minutes after. Bringing her home to recharge her social battery, or that's how Joel worded it.

She liked it being just you and her. Not with what the fuck's his name not even glancing at her when you gave her your short reply.

"Alright."

It was with a sweet smile and a soft voice. Turning back to your acquaintance who immediately interrupted your goodbye.

"We should really hang out sometime." You stared at him and nodded even though you had no intention of doing so. Moving your hand just the slightest over to hold Ellie's, squeezing her limb and giving her a reassuring thumb rub on the back.

"Yeah. Everyone's going down to the bar tomorrow you should come." It was friendly, nothing even a bit suggestive in your mind but he seemed disappointed by this. Opening his mouth to talk again when Ellie leaned in and rested her hand on your belly, running along it to grab the bag he gave you.

Trying to silently give him a hint without upsetting you.

But you noticed, you always did, giving her a quick side eye before kissing her cheek.

"It was nice seeing you again Tyler."

Tyler, that's what the fuckers name was.

"Wait, are you guys, like, a thing?"

To Ellie is sounded like disgust or disapproval and she wasn't sure what you were thinking, only that you began pushing her towards the door with half your strength, smiling at Tyler.

"Yeah. What'd you think?" He watched almost dumbfounded by her words while you continued walking her to the door. "I–" "I'll see you later Tyler!"

Somehow you successfully got her back onto the street, grabbing her hand as you walked back to your home in a comfortable yet slightly tense silence.

Ellie deciding that her shed was far too lonely for the next few stormy nights and followed you back to your large home surely built for a family. Yet it was all yours.

"He wanted to fuck you." She said walking up the stairs in front of you, quite frustrated while unlocking and pushing open the door. "Ellie."

You groaned and kicked the door shut locking it up behind you and turning back to her with an uninterested stare. Almost like a 'really?'

"I'm serious!" She proclaimed with her hands out and eyes slightly wide. "Ellie, he was being flirty, and I wasn't interested. I've got something much better." You gave her a grin but she still wasn't sold, watching as you stepped close and swung your arms around her neck, faces just a few inches apart.

"What's wrong?" You then asked seriously, breaking her from her very upsetting thoughts of killing Tyler. Gaze snapping back to yours.

"I hate him." You snorted and stood up on your tippy toes to kiss her cheek, smooshing her face in the process. "I love you though." You muttered against her skin, pulling away and moving to walk off into your living room when she gripped your wrist and spun you face first into her chest.

"Ellie!" She laughed, grabbing you tight around the waist. "He totally wanted you." You pulled your face from her chest and looked up at her. "Really?" You questioned her blankly, wanting her jealousy to only subside but then you met her eyes that were blown up and full of want.

"I'm all yours Ells." "I might need to remind you." She said quietly while you gave her a cheeky glance, walking backwards towards the couch that faced away from you both. "Really?" "Yeah, you sure liked talking to him." "Well maybe I thought he was a good friend." "And maybe I think you need to be taken care of."

You giggled, running around the couch and away from her, Ellie right behind you grabbing you up from around your waist. Hearing your laughter echoing throughout the room.

"It's not my fault your jealous!" "Jealous? M'not jealous." She brushed off cornering you and getting you sit back on the couch and look up at her with your knees pulled up to your chest.

"Mm, you're looking a little jealous there Ells."

Her gaze made you feel so small, like a predator overlooking its prey, but her smile made yours stay. Bashfully keeping her stare while blinking at her innocently.

"Especially when he asked me to hang ou– ah!" She grabbed you by your ankles and pulled you forward, spreading your legs to lean down and kiss you. Gripping your face with one and the other resting on your thigh surely tight enough to leave marks to remind you of this moment for a few days to come.

"And then when he asked if we were together..." You whispered against her lips, her hand slipping down to your neck while your fingertips touched her cheeks keeping her there.

"...you should've seen your face."

Her breath was hot as it picked up and her grip got possessive, the hand around your neck just lightly squeezing. Ellie pushing her body towards your while meeting your lips once again hearing a little whine come from your mouth letting out small breaths once she pulled away again.

Your doe eyed gaze staring into her own, Ellie finding the small pout on your lips rather adorable. Running her thumb across them before her hand snaked down to the bottom of your shirt, twirling it around, staring right into your eyes.

"Mind taking this off for me?"

Without another word you reached down gliding over the back of her hand to take off the top. Pulling it over your head with ease and setting it beside you on the cushion with your pink bra now exposed to her.

All the while keeping your head tilted up at her, knowing how much she loved to see your face.

Ellie moving to kiss your forehead, and then your lips and down to your jaw. Reaching behind you to unclip your bra, lightly pulling it down your arms letting her nails tickle your soft skin kissing over your collarbone in the process.

"I bet he thought about doing this." She said, tone running right between your legs but her stance made you unable to squeeze your legs together to get rid of the ache that had began to drive you crazy.

"Ellie..." "I bet he wished he got to touch you."

Ellie loved it, she did. Because she got to interact with you whenever she pleased, she got to cuddle and talk to you every single day, and it made her feel like a kid on Christmas morning, or how she imagined that they'd feel.

She tossed your bra aside to pair with your shirt her hands then falling to the button of your jeans. Not needing to ask permission by the way you stared at her and moved your hips towards her hands. Ripping the pants from your legs and throwing them aside.

Ellie then fell beside you on the couch. Guiding you into her lap and right on top of her thigh with her hands set on your hips, smiling at your bright stare waiting for her direction.

"But your so pretty, I get it. Who wouldn't want to touch you?"

Her hand came up, resting on your chin to lightly place the pad of her thumb on your lips before pushing her thumb right into your mouth forcing your mouth around it.

"Huh?" Something came out of your throat but was incomprehensible making Ellie laugh a bit. Tilting her head at you, silently teasing you.

Sucking the digit keeping your eyes on her own the entirety of the time; your much smaller hands grabbed her arm while your tongue swirled around her.

Her thigh suddenly jerking up causing a muffled moan to pass from your lips, thumb popping back out to smear your spit onto your lips before fully pulling away.

"What do you want?"

You were catching your breath as she asked that, lips plump and pretty when she pulled you in for another kiss.

"You gotta tell me babe."

"I want you to fuck me."

"Oh yeah?"

You nodded a bit flustered with your face hot especially once she began to move you, shifted your body, her hands again guiding you along to a new position.

Keeping your back against her chest and your legs spread nice and wide for her sat up on her knees, aching cunt still covered by your panties that now had wet spot right in the middle.

And it was all for her.

Ellie's middle finger then just barely glides over it before her head appeared beside yours, kissing your bare shoulder then the side of your neck.

"Jesus." Your breath hitched in your throat as the raspy whisper that became beside your face. Fighting the urge to jerk your hips up towards her touch, wishing she'd just give you an ounce more.

Just a drop.

"Please Ellie." You mumbled, lips pushed out and begging eyes when you turned to her. "Please touch me, please..." Your begs were to cute and she knew that fucker wished he could hear them, she knew and she fucking loved it.

"Take 'em off." You hurriedly pushed up to pull your panties down, and drop them to the floor, a little string of slick coming with them. Ellie's little grin and teasing chuckles resting against your skin and ringing in your ears.

Face going hot even though it wasn't visible. You felt so small under her watchful eye and little remarks. You felt so fucking good though.

"Mm, there you go. Just like that." Her fingers soon arrived right at your slit, her middle and ring finger beginning to rub little circles over your clit. "oh.." you whispered, legs moving farther apart without a thought wanting more without saying a word.

"Ellie..." Her fingers began moving just a big faster, her other hand coming to your thigh, pulling you apart as far as you could manage. Little whispers and whimpers spilling from your lips and cutting through the quiet air.

"Please more...." You sounded on the verge of tears when you spoke, but she knew that you couldn't get enough as her fingers slipped inside of you. A much louder noise making her grin like a cartoon character, kissing your cheek proudly.

"Oh fuck..." "Do you think he's still thinking about you?" You didn't say anything back, Ellie moving faster, her other few fingers on the hand that rested against your thigh began to creep its way towards your clit. "Do you think he's wondering what you're doing right now?" "I dunno–" You managed to mutter out.

Staring right at her fingers while the toyed with you. Pushing against the little bud while quickly pushing in and out of your hole creating a wet sound that swallowed up the room.

"How's that feel?" "Goo–Good. Please faster..." And so she went, thrusting in again and again pressing right up against your special spot making your teeth clench and legs shake. A tingly feeling spreading throughout your lower half. "Ellie..."

She never slowed though, creating a skin on skin noise while pumping her hand. Pushing against your foot with just a bit of force to get you to jump.

"You feel so fucking good.." She whispered to you, watching every little reaction you had to her as your head lolled to the side. Your whines and cries like music and it was her favorite song.

But it wasn't Ryans or Lukes or whatever his fucking name was.

She didn't care anymore, the little green monster had finally been defeated and all she could see was you.

Fucking you.

Adding another finger just to get a reaction out of you and continuing her fast pace that o your mind. Hazy and foggy while staring down at her playing with you, making you feel good.

"Oh my God, m'gonna cum El–" "Cum babe, cum on my fingers."

Your mouth was wide, choking over your words and sentences leaving nothing but a jumbled mess to fall out. Body jerking and spasming as you clenched around her long fingers, your head falling far back as her name fell from your lips like a prayer in a horror movie.

Groans coming from your throat, squeezing her wrists.

"Oh fuck–" You yelled, Ellie tracking your every movement with a lovesick smile on her face, making sure you slowly came down. The feeling of her rubbing and touching you slowly helping you ride out your orgasm.

Until it was too much. Pulling her hands away from between your legs, laying all your weight against her, arms moving around your waist to hold you tight.

"Ellie..." She let you bury your face in her neck as you closed up your legs allowing her to hold you close. "I need to make you jealous more often." You then muttered, playing with the collar of her shirt.

"I'm not done." Her mind drifted back to Matt, or was it Kyle?

"Not yet."

"I love you Ellie."

"Yeah, I love you too. Now get on your hands and knees for me, babe."

"Okay."

A/n: I was so drained the past few days

#ellie tlou #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams smut #ellie williams #tlou part 2 #tlou x reader #tlou 2 #tlou #the last of us part ii #the last of us 2 #the last of us part 2 #the last of us #nevy writes

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From Strangers to Soulmates

Robaire Dumont went inside the bar to clear his head with shades and a hat on to keep anyone from noticing him. He sat down at the bar and waited on a bartender.

Robaire sighed deeply. “Damn it.”

A pretty girl walked over to Robaire and greeted him from behind the bar. “Hi, welcome in. What can I get for you?”

Robaire looked up with sad eyes. “I’m…not sure.”

The pretty girl looked at him concerningly and then analyzed him. “Hmm. How about I surprise you?”

Robaire couldn’t look at the girl and nodded, not really in the state of mind to think about anything. The girl grabbed a glass and made Robaire a Martini.

She sat the glass down in front of him with a smile. “Here. You look like a Martini kind of guy, though I can’t really see you with that hat and shades.”

Robaire grabbed the drink “Thanks..”

“Anytime,” The girl replied.

Robaire drank his drink and the girl looked at him with worry.

“You know, I can tell when someone’s sad without knowing them,” The girl mentioned. “What happened?”

Robaire sighed. “A girl.”

“Ah, so a heartbreak?” The girl looked Robaire up and down. “I’ve met a lot of guys and not a lot of good ones. Most guys I knew would have gotten dumped by a girl and moved on to the next one like it was nothing.”

Robaire slowly looked up at the girl with wide eyes.

“The fact that you’re here tonight, dwelling on the fact that you lost the girl you cared about means that you really valued her,” The girl said. “You must be a really great guy.”

Robaire looked at the girl with sparkles in his eyes. “I, uh…thank you. That means a lot.”

“No problem. It looks like you needed it-”

“Gogo! You can head home now!” A guy yelled from the back.

“Okay!” Gogo yelled back.

“Are you leaving?” Robaire asked.

“Yes. I have some things to take care of.” Gogo grabbed her things and prepared to leave.

“Oh! Before you go, let me pay for my drink,” Robaire said as he got out his wallet.

“No need. It’s on the house,” Gogo assured.

“Are you sure?” Robaire asked.

“I’m sure. See you later.” Gogo waved at Robaire as she left.

After Robaire watched Gogo leave, he then looked down at his drink and formed a small smile on his face.

…

“C’mon, man, you should just forget about her,” T said over the phone. “You’ve been bonkers all day.”

“I know, but…she broke up with me. It’s not easy,” Robaire replied.

“Yeah but she’s not worth it.” T crossed his arms. “I never really liked her, anyway. She ignored my compliments.”

Robaire chuckled while he opened his fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. “Thanks, T. Also, why aren’t you asleep yet? We have to get up early tomorrow for rehearsals and to work on our song.”

“I tried to! But I had to go to the bathroom, then my feet walked to the kitchen, then my hands grabbed some snacks. Now, I’m on the phone with you. Blame anything but me,” T reasoned.

“Right.” Robaire sighed. “Anyway, I’m gonna go. Thanks for cheering me up. See you tomorrow."

“Bye, Robaire!” T hung up the phone.

After talking to T, Robaire sat down on the couch and started writing down ideas for their next song. After almost an hour, Robaire realized something.

“Shoot, I forgot that I needed paper towels and milk.” Robaire got up from the couch, grabbed his things and put on a disguise.

He left his apartment and headed to the convenience store down the street. On his way there, he ran into someone.

“Crap, I hope I didn’t leave my wallet.” Gogo came speed walking up behind Robaire while she rummaged through her purse. “I really don’t want to go back home and-”

Gogo bumped into Robaire’s back, almost making him fall but Robaire caught himself quickly. He then turned around to see that it was the pretty girl from the bar earlier.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! Are you okay-” Gogo stopped herself once she realized who it was. “Oh, you’re the guy from the bar earlier, right? The one who I made the Martini for?”

“Y-yeah. Your name’s Gogo, right?” Robaire asked.

Gogo nodded. “How did you know?”

“I heard someone call your name from the back of the bar earlier.” Robaire scratched the back of his head. “Thanks for earlier, by the way. I was feeling kinda down.”

“It’s no problem, really. Are you feeling better?” Gogo asked.

“Not..really. I’m trying to, though. What you said earlier really helped,” Robaire replied.

“I’m glad. By the way, I never asked you but what’s your name?” Gogo wondered.

“It’s Robaire.” Robaire put out his hand for Gogo to shake. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Gogo said while she shook his hand. “I see that you’re wearing a hat and shades again. Any reason why?”

Robaire’s eyes widened, thinking of what to say. “Um..”

“You don’t have to tell me. I was just wondering but I don’t need an answer.” Gogo looked down at her wrist. “It’s getting late. I should hurry back home to get my wallet if I want to make it in time.”

“Oh, okay.” Robaire looked Gogo up and down. “I guess I’ll…see you again sometime. Maybe we’ll bump into each other again.”

Gogo chuckled. “Maybe. I do hope so. Anyway, it was nice to see you again. Bye now.”

“Same here. Bye...” Robaire once again watched as Gogo left.

Robaire smiled to himself as he continued to walk to the convenience store.

It's finally here! Happy (late) Valentine's Day! I hope you all will stay for the whole story. It's two Sectors long (Sectors = Seasons, acts, etc.) with an epilogue at the very end. It's a drama/romance, so it will be pretty interesting. I will update every 2-4 days, so stay tuned 📲

#4town #4town x reader #4town fanfic #robaire #fanfic #robaire x oc

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sassylegshayne · 1 year

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support your local caffeine dealer chapter seven

ah okay I know I keep saying that things are finally happening in the fic but wow things really do happen in these next three chapters please buckle in ily mwah xx 3.1k words w/ cursing, confusing emotions, and a pool party

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After a few days of small, normal interactions, Shayne stopping by in the morning and his day off, making small talk, and a few random texts, the two of you seemed to be back to normal.

You were so relieved when Shayne wandered into your shop the morning after movie night. Maybe you didn't fuck this up as much as your mind told you you had.

"hey, are you doing anything Friday? a bunch of people from work are out of town this weekend so don't think we're gonna do our normal night out."

There he was. That motherfucker.

You can't believe how quickly this man had flipped your world. You didn't even know each other a year ago, it was a happy accident that your paths crossed, now it seems like all you do is think about him.

You need to read the fine print the next time you sign up for a friendship if it's gonna come with hidden feelings.

Your brows raised as you eyes finally scanned the message. Was Shayne going to invite you out if their plans weren't going to continue as usual?

"Imao okay!! don't have anything planned that I know of?"

You sent back quickly, intrigued by his intentions.

Shayne grinned, nodding as he read your message.

He wanted to get to know you better; he wanted an opportunity to talk to you, he'd talk to you until the end of time if it was feasible.

Shayne had devised a plan, he wanted to cook a nice dinner for you two at his apartment, possibly watch another movie, since that seemed like it was becoming the thing for you two, and just be together.

"dinner at my place?"

That was casual enough, that was friendly. You both tried to convince yourselves that this was nothing more.

"what time? 😇"

Friday couldn't come fast enough. It feltlike everything took fifteen times longer than usual. You found yourself looking forward to the moment you'd find yourself standing at Shayne's doorstep.

Shayne found himself doing the same, getting questioned about his constant spacing out in shoots and meetings, his mind too busy racing around thoughts of you.

He sent you a text after he got out of his final meeting for the day on Friday, offering to pick you up once your shift was over.

Shayne parked along the side street beside your shop before heading inside. He let his eyes scan the dining area, catching you sat in a corner table near the front, a man sat across from you, a smile across his face.

Shayne found himself sizing the man up, this guy worked out, possibly even more than Shayne. He was probably taller, too.

You sat quietly, eyes on your phone as you waited patiently for your friend to arrive when a cough caught your attention, a small smile on your lips as you look up to a rather burley man. He sat quickly, introducing himself as he offered you his hand to shake.

You politely declined, a bit worried as you see him huff. You try to make it through the guy's attempt at casual small talk, biding your time until your knight in shining denim arrives to take you out of this awkward situation.

You told the man you were waiting for your boyfriend, trying to get the man to leave your table without any issues.

He insisted on waiting with you, but he looked pissed when your eyes met Shayne's. You waved him over, never so thankful to see him in your life.

You rose to your feet as he approached you, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you stand on your toes, pulling him into a long hug.

"Hi, baby." You cooed, your heart fluttering as you smile brightly up at Shayne, letting your hand rest on his chest as you turn to face your company.

"This is him, this is my boyfriend, Shayne!" You introduced him to the man, suddenly the gears turning in Shayne's mind.

Your touch was surprising, but not unwanted by any means. Shayne found himself confused as hell until you had said that.

He'd been in this role for his other friends before; the fake boyfriend to save them from a creep.

Shayne gave a curt wave before letting his hand slide around your waist, giving you hip a gentle squeeze as he placed a kiss to your cheek.

Was he this good of an actor, or was he actually jealous? If you had been in the stranger's shoes, the daggers Shayne was glaring would've sent you running for the hills.

Shayne was going to sell the fuck out of this fake relationship, especially with how easily it was for him to fake it.

"Let's go, you've had a long day, babe." He left no room for argument as he guided you to the door, leaving the stranger sat alone at the table as the two of you head to his car.

You separated from his side as Shayne pulled your door open for you, the perfect opportunity to wrap you arms around his waist again, buring your face in his chest. You took a deep breath as he wrapped his arms around you, gently rubbing your back.

Shayne's grin matched your's as you stared up at him, a blush across you cheeks as you spoke.

"You're the fucking best, Shayne, thank you. owe you big time for that." You pressed another kiss to his cheek before getting into your seat. Shayne leaned in, arms resting on the doorframe as he chuckles.

"Don't worry about it. It's not my first faux boyfriend rodeo."

He rounded the car, chuckling as he joined you.

"Well, I can see why. You did amazing, I'm sorry if I ever doubted your acting skills, Shan-Ye."

Shayne rolled his eyes, telling you about a few of his smaller roles as you two drove to his apartment, enjoying in the fact that you didnt recall seeing any or his work before. It felt nice to feel unknown in that aspect sometimes.

Shayne played some music through a small speaker, the sound carrying softly around the open space of his living room and kitchen. You mixed the two of your some drinks to sip as he cooked.

You sat yourself on the edge of the furthest counter, giving him plenty of space to work while you watched over, a smile across your face.

Shayne convinced you to start talking about yourself, and he never wanted you to stop. You seemed so confident and sure in who you are that it amazed him.

He had to stop himself each time he realized he'd been staring, more focused on you than the meal he'd been preparing. Conversation toned down as everything was done, just needed time to bake.

As you food warmed, Shayne offered you a grin, tugging you from your spot. You pouted softly, setting you glass aside as he took both of your hands.

The two of you danced lazily around the kitchen, neither of you did well but that didn't matter. Shayne liked hearing you mutter an apology each time you stepped on his toes, the most faint blush appearing on your cheeks.

You grew closer as another song passed, resting your head on Shayne's chest, your arms around his shoulders and his around your waist as the two of you moved slowly to the melody. You only parted when Shayne's phone alarm went off, causing you to jump.

The two of you eventually moved to the couch, settling in with your respective bowls, noting that Shayne had given you the same one the last time you were over.

"Wanna make movie nights a thing?" You questioned before taking a bite, peering at Shayne over the edge of your bowl.

"Uh, yeah, I'm down." Shayne stiffed a bit, shifting in his seat as he placed his empty bowl onto the coffee table, opting for a sip of his drink.

"We can switch back and forth, yanno? Between my place and yours. I just really enjoy it, but we don't have to if you're not into it, we can do something else." You ramble on, biting your lip as you raised your brows at him.

Shayne shook his head softly, leaning forward as he placed his hand on your knee, giving you a gentle squeeze. Your eyes dart from his hands to his face, finding his blue eyes staring back at yours.

"Listen, I wanna spend time with you, think this is a great idea. I would shut up if it meant you'd talk forever; it's okay" He offered you a bright, warm smile as he reassured you. Shayne felt like he was going to throw up he was so nervous, but everything melted away the moment you launched yourself across the couch.

In an instant, you had positioned yourself in Shayne's lap, arms wrapped around him again. You hugged him tight to your chest, sitting ir the embrace fora few moments before you pulled back.

"You are the sweetest ever, Shayne. Thank you for being my best friend." You smiled, moving to grab your dishes before you headed toward the kitchen, leaving the man alone with his thoughts.

Best friend; he'd been promoted, but still wasn't the role he wanted to play in your life. Shayne wanted to hold your hand, twirl you around his kitchen, greet you with a kiss at work, drag you around his office, take you out on nice dates. He wanted everything he knew he couldn't have.

Eventually, in the late hours of the evening, Shayne dropped you off at your house, chatting before you got out of the car. "Oh, shit, yeah." Shayne was surprised when you brought up the upcoming Friday. "I'm gonna be out of town next weekend. Im flying back to Arizona for a week, one of my brothers is getting married."

Shayne's mind wandered a bit, entertaining the idea of inviting you as his plus one, the date to his brother's wedding, but opted not to. You were probably busy.

"Okay, yeah!" You tried to keep your energy up, but the thought of a week without Shayne did eat at you inside.

"I leave Thursday, but I'm gonna make a stop to tell you goodbye before leave." Shayne chuckled with a wink, unable to read your expression as he tried his best to gauge the situation. You smiled at him, but it didn't feel right.

"Do you work tomorrow?" Shayne sighed, biting his lip as you shook your head no. "Wanna come into the office with me for a little bit? Kimmy and I are working on a sketch and I think some new ears to test it on would be good. have to run it by a couple people, but it should be alright." He asked eagerly, desperate to spend as much time with you as possible, worried about how the time apart would effect the progress the two of you had made.

"Yeah, that sounds a lot more fun than doing chores like planned."

Holy fuck, holy shit, Shayne wanted you to come to work with him, he valued your opinion enough to want to show you his writing.

He'd mentioned his directing and writing a bit, knowing his face lit up when he talked about all the opportunities Smosh gave him. You parted ways, Shayne quickly texting Selina, lan and Kimmy, clearing the setup with them before he got home. He called you after he arrived, going over a few small details before promising to see each other soon. He drummed his fingers on his steering wheel as he parked outside of your building. He was gonna pass by anyways, that's why he offered to pick you up, not because he was dying to see you.

The two of you stopped for coffee before you arrive, quickly heading in.

Shayne leads you toward the conference room him and Kimmy had laid claim to earlier in the week.

He tried his best to prepare you for the bubbly personality of his producer, but you were still presently surprised by her. Kimmy greeted you with a bright smile and a warm hug, her and Shayne quickly delving into their script.

Eventually, after a few stop-ins from familiar faces that heard whispers of you being here, the three of you worked through the piece.

It was perfect; when they ran lines, you added in some additions and helped with tweaking a few acts. The final scene came to fruition in Shayne's mind, the thoughts easily translating to paper.

Shayne was so happy to have your help, a little permanent reminder that you were here, you were in his life. You might leave him one day, you might get a boyfriend and leave him in the dust, but he'll always have this.

These witty little lines you helped with, the ideas you had melded together with his, the memories of the time you two shared.

The trio of you went out to lunch together afterwards, dining at a small brunch spot nearby. Shayne felt his heart swell as he watched Kimmy and you interact, he knew you'd make quick friends.

The girls sat across from Shayne, rambling on and getting to know each other as he sat, silently observing.

Once you had wrapped up, parting ways with Shayne, Kimmy ran back over, placing a hand on your shoulder as he continued to his car. You came back with a grin across your face, pulling one from him as the two of you entered the car.

"Kimmy invited us over for a pool party tonight." Shayne couldn't hide the surprise on his face, concerning you a bit.

"What?"

"You can't tell Damien." Shayne quickly blurted out, laughing. "He always jokes about not getting invited to Kimmy's pool parties, and if he knew you got invited after you guys just met, he might be crushed."

You rolled your eyes, smacking his arm playfully.

"So pick you up around 6 and we can head over?" You questioned as you threw your bag Over your shoulder.

"Yes, okay, but seriously, don't text Damien." You laughed as you closed the door, shaking your head.

You tidied your place a bit before getting ready. You opted for removing your makeup rather than finding yourself looking like a raccoon in front of everyone.

You threw on an old bathing suit, feeling confident and comfortable with the way it fit your body. Something in your mind nagged at you, telling you to wear the most revealing piece you have.

You talked yourself down, throwing shorts and a thin tank top over your suit, mulling around your house to kill time.

"I'm nervous." You stated as Shayne laughed, shaking his head as the two of you drove. He'd already had to peel his eyes away from you, his vision filled with all the pieces of you he'd never seen before.

Your legs were exposed, the skin of your thighs looked smooth and soft as Shayne had thoughts of no longer keeping his hands to himself, wishing desperately that he was able to touch you how he wanted to.

"Don't be, you already know most of the people there, and they all like you. I promise, if it's too much then we can leave, it'll be okay." He stated, reaching across the center console to give your hand a squeeze as you parked in the driveway, already a bit packed with cars.

Shayne led the way through Kimmy's house, letting the two of you in before holding the backdoor open for you.

A small chorus of cheers erupted as you two walked out of the door, Courtney quickly jumping from her seat on a lounge chair to hug the both of you.

Small groups formed as more people arrive, but Shayne never found himself far from you. He sat beside you as you conversed with Spencer and Angela, your feet dipped into the pool, your shorts and top long discarded on a plastic seat.

Shayne understood the irony of "Adore You" playing on the speakers outside as he eyed you over, barely adding to the conversation as he found himself more focused on you. You were surprised to find yourself a lot less anxious than you had expected. You eventually joined the group of girls in the pool, with a bit o convincing from Ang and Kimmy. Spencer sat beside Shayne on the side of the pool still, cheering their cups of soda together as they say in silence. "You should go after her, yanno? don't think Ive ever seen you look at someone the way you look at her." Spencer spoke softly, nudging his friend to break his trance, Shayne's eyes glued to you, a smile on his lips. "We're just friends, that's all she wants to be." Shayne shrugged, refusing to meet his friend's eyes, afraid that his face would reveal his feelings.

"You miss one hundred percent of the shots you don't take or whatever it was that Michael Scott said, dude." Spencer rose from his seat, stretching a bit before he firmly pushed at Shayne's back, catching him off guard as Shayne fell into the pool with a splash.

Picture time came after your group was all soaked, making for terrible posts on Twitter and Instagram. You traded numbers and social media with a few people in the group, it finally clicking that Shayne's friends actually liked you.

The two of you ended up leaving later than most, getting lost in conversation with each other and Kimmy, her husband Shane joining your group later on.

Shayne took a moment to check his phone, his heart dropping as he scrolled through the pictures Courtney had posted, which include shot of your group from earlier sitting on the side of the pool.

Your backs were all to the camera as you sat between Ang and Shayne, your hand on his thigh as you all laughed at something Shayne had said.

Courtney tagged you, leading him to sigh in relief as he remembered your account was private.

He wanted you in his life, but he didn't want to burden you with the shitty side of being with an internet personality. His finger hovered over the comments, worried about if that photo was being talked about.

You pulled him from his trance as you offered him your hand, smiling down at him.

"Come on, Kimmy's kicking us out now." You laughed as Kimmy argued and continued to defend herself as she saw the two of you out.

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