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vase-of-lilies · 11 months

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No Tears Left to Cry

❀ Possesive!Bucky Barnes x Reader (F)

❀ Warnings: Established kidnapping, captivity, NON-CON DUB-CON, dissociation, toxic relationship, manipulation, dacryphilia (aroused by someone else crying), restraints, bondage (shibari - the picture linked looks similar but just the other leg is down not tied up:)), BDSM themes, swimming in a lake, threats of drowning, drugging, lying, gaslighting, mind games that you should not play with other people, oral (f receiving), edging, skin carving with a knife (if there are more, please let me know!)

❀ Word Count: 3k

❀ A/N: This is a middle-ish story to that ties together with Coming Home To You! I would recommend reading Coming Home to You first!!!! I got this idea from a suggestion on AO3 (which has MUCH more feedback than Tumblr...) and I am really excited to write this and get everyone's opinions:)

It was you, but less. Your skin lost its color, your hair had gotten thinner, and your walk had less pep in it. Of course, when Bucky brought you here, you didn’t expect him to make you stay. With different intentions, you would have loved to stay forever. Once he started getting selfish, and needy, you were scared. When you didn’t listen to him or rebelled against him, the wrath you had to face from him was unimaginable.

On the first day, it was like any other day. You had gone down to the lake and had such a wonderful time! Just down the road was a beautiful secluded lake all to yourself and Bucky. As you stepped out onto the dock with him, he wrapped his arms around your waist and sighed. "It's so nice to be out here alone with you, away from everyone else." He whispered, kissing up the back of your neck and to your ear.

"It's beautiful up here, Buck. Are Steve and the others coming up later?" You had asked curiously, genuinely thinking that it would be a retreat up to the cabin with everyone.

"No, sweetheart. It's just us. Forever."

You chuckled at his wistfulness and turned around in his arms, nuzzling into his chest. With a maneuver that Natasha had taught you, you easily shifted you and Bucky over the edge and into the cool water below. You laugh heartily and swim over to him, kissing his lips softly as you float together.

It was what anyone wanted in that moment. Alone, in the woods with the one person you love. But Bucky had darker intents than just a weekend get away.

On Monday, the day he said you would be leaving back to New York, he had purposly slept in. You were all packed and ready to go, trying to wake him up. "Come on, sweetheart, just two more hours, wanna hold you." He said as you tried to drag him out of bed. He was much to strong for you, and pulled you into the bed with him, holding you close to him.

"Baby, I have work tomorrow. I already told Clay that I would work overtime this week since I was going out of town." You explained. The mention of your co-worker made Bucky tense up, grasping a tighter hold on you. "I already talked to Clay... and he said you're good for the week." Your brows furrowed, that doesn't sound like Clay.

Lie number one.

"Bucky, h-he wouldn't just let me off the hook. Im his only receptionist."

He rolls his eyes and flips you over onto your back. He gently cups your cheeks and says, "And you're only going to be here another week, so he said it was fine. I wanted to surprise you with a couple more days so we could really feel like we were here forever."

Lie number two.

You smiled at the sudden surprise, and tilted your head. "He really said I could stay another week?" He nodded at your question, and kissed your head.

"I promise, baby. I wouldn't lie to you."

Lie number three.

You took his word for it and relaxed into him, laying on his chest as he cradles your body against his. With the next week to yourselves, Bucky took that opportunity to drill the bars into the windows and install the locks on all of the doors. While you were on the doc, you heard his footsteps behind you and you turned.

"Why don't you come inside, love? It's getting chilly, you look cold." He says, and you try to protest but he's already began to clean up your blanket and the drink he made you. As you stand up, you're hit with a wave of dizziness. Tears stung your eyes as you look to the empty cup in Bucky's hands.

"Wh-what did you d-" your sentence is cut short as you stumble forward away from Bucky. He watches you pitifully crawl away, dirt getting under your fingernails as you drag yourself further away from him.

"Y/n, lets go inside. You look very ill." He says, kneeling in front of your form. Tears roll down your cheeks as you look up at his smiling, god-forsaken face. You whimper as he flips you over, gently picking you up. Your limbs feel like they weigh two tons, but Bucky picks you up like you are nothing.

As the world around you turns to black, your last thoughts consume you. "He lied to me... he hurt me... he's going to kill me..."

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By the time you woke up, it was dark outside and dimly lit in the bedroom where you reside. Not in the bed though. Before you could open your eyes, a rough yet gentle hand ghosted its way across your stomach, and around to your back. You were standing up? It felt like you were in a swaying ship, rocking back and forth as the waves hit the sides, but you were stationary, in the cabin where Bucky is keeping you.

Once your eyes fluttered open, you were eye to eye with Bucky. Who is much taller than you. It was when you moved that you realized you couldn't; with your arms suspended above and behind your head, your right leg had been tied with a rope at the knee, hoisted up pulling your legs apart. Your left leg was kept tied at the ankle connected to a small ring on the ground, your toes barely grazing the hardwood floors beneath them.

He had tricked you, drugged you, and suspended you like a puppet that he is the master of. You tried to speak, but your voice was muffled by the very bandanna you gave Bucky when he began riding his motor cycle. You thought it would be good luck and a token of your love for him.

"Shh, don't talk love. I need you to listen to me." Salty tears fell down your cheeks, and Bucky was fast to wipe them away with his thumbs as he cupped your head in his big hands. Forced to look at him, you let him continue.

"You were too distracted by work, and that man you call a work-husband and I needed you to focus on your actual husband. He won't know you're gone, and no one is going to help you. You are here with me forever." He kissed your gagged lips, and ran his fingers over your perked nipples that sat perfectly with your bound breasts.

He talked to you as you hung helplessly. "Im going to make you feel so good, my love. You won't ever want to leave. You're not ever going to leave." His lips moved down the valley of your breasts and down passed your navel. His large hands kneaded your ample ass, and he pulled your hanging body closer to him.

As he got to your folds, he licked a long stripe down your slit, focusing on your bundle of nerves nestled right at the top. A choked moan left your throat, and more tears fell down your cheeks. "Keep crying baby girl, its making me all hot and bothered..." he joked. You shook your head, but was unable to make him stop.

His fingers teased your entrance and he pushed two straight into you. Sucking in a breath, you whimper at the sudden intrusion. Bucky was quick to ease you by sucking hard on your clit, his tongue swirling in just the right way that made you see white. You tried your best not to moan and give into him, but you failed too quick for your liking.

His stubble burned your inner thighs in just the right way, and when Bucky slapped your ass it made it even better. You allowed yourself to be eaten like a full course meal, no matter how much you hated it.

"Fuck baby girl, you taste so fucking good," he moans beneath you, lapping at your cunt like a starved man. You slick sticks to his lips as he continues to eat you out and it turns you on. Once again, you hated it.

As you felt the rising of your orgasm in your belly, he smirked and pulled away at the last second. You whined when he did not let you cum, and you looked at him as he stood up. "You will cum when I want you to..." He said dangerously, in a voice you knew very well. You nodded in shame and sniffled as he knelt back down and started devouring you again.

You closed your eyes, and allowed him to make you feel good. It was true, he did make you feel good, amazing even. And he treated you like the queen of all goddesses. Even in a time like this, you still felt loved and held by him.

As the feeling of your orgasm formed once again, he pulled away for a split second to say "Cum for me baby, be a good girl and let go." You obeyed him and he unraveled you as you came. He smiled against your cunt and continued to suck hard on your clit as your orgasm ensued.

Once he felt your little bud flutter at the sense of touch, he pulled away. He wiped his mouth and kissed up your body, taking a nipple into his mouth, and followed the rest of your body up to your lips. "You're safe with me, I promise." He kissed a tear off of your cheek and left his lips on your head for a second.

You knew you were safe with him, but it didn't feel like it. He was possessive and when he got possessive, it terrified you. You tried to talk, and he allowed you to pulling the gag from your mouth and around your neck.

"Wh-why," You whimpered, looking at him with sadness and betrayal in your eyes. "Why are you doing this? D-did you hurt anybody?"

He sighed "You are too kind hearted to be out there all alone my love. Don't you see that? The people who are hurt deserve it, especially the people who hurt you. All you need to know is everything is taken care of, and you have nothing to worry about. Ok?"

With no energy to fight, you only nodded and looked down. You sighed in relief as you felt Bucky walk behind you and begin untying your hands. He lowered you to the floor, and as he continued to untie the knots around you, you were scheming. You were not going to stay here like he wanted you to. And you were not going to listen to him no matter how harsh the punishments or consequences are.

"How about you lay down while I make dinner? It's your favorite too. I got the ingredients just for you." He said with a smile, untying the last little bit of rope around your legs. You decided to play his little game, and smiled up at him.

"Thank you, honey, th-that's really kind of you." You say cautiously, not wanting to anger him in any way. He helped you up and you stumbled a little bit, your legs still getting used to being on the ground again. You lean against him and he helps you sit down on the bed. You frown as you see a long chain connected to the wooden leg of the bed, on the end a large metal cuff.

He reached for your leg and you took this opportunity to kick him hard in the face. Blood spews from his mouth as he stumbled back and you made a run for the door. You had jumped over his reaching arm and beelined to the front door. When you got there, you noticed a new addition to the knob. It was a thumb sensor and a pin pad. The bastard talked to Stark? You knew this technology anywhere.

Bucky's booming footsteps made their way out of the bedroom and came closer to you. Before you could think, you were struggling and kicking as his arms wrapped around you, picking you up and pulling you outside of the house. On the side of the cabin was a weather shelter, and he pulled on the doors and threw you down the stairs. You landed on your back, scraping your exposed skin on the little rocks and pebbles that were scattered across the ground.

You screamed in pain, and tried scooting away from the now very angry Bucky. Your bloody back met a solid stone wall and your eyes met Bucky's piercing blue ones. "You little bitch.... I cared for you, I gave you pleasure, I was going to make your favorite fucking dinner! And this is how you repay me??" He shouted at you, making you cower. You didn't dare move, or say anything as he rummaged around the dimly one-lightbulb-lit room.

"All I do- no all I did and continue to do for you, I get a kick in the face. Such an ungrateful little shit!" You, Bucky and even God knew you screwed up. You ruined what solid chance of safety you would have gotten with Bucky and you would soon find out the consequences.

He dragged a white folded table to the middle of the room and grabbed you by the hair. He pulled you to the table and pulled out his six-shooter antique revolver from his pocket. He pointed it at your head and ordered you to lie down on your back. You listened to him, horrified. He grabbed the rough rope from the ground and began tying each limb to the legs of the table, securing your body to the top.

"This is what you deserve, Y/n, this is what you deserve for not being grateful for everything I do for you!" He yelled, making you flinch and look away from him. He pulled his favorite knife from his belt and flipped it open. He straddled your hips and held his hand over your stomach keeping you still.

"You. Are. Mine. Y/n. You are MINE." It took everything in you not to scream as his knife carved into your skin. You failed and your vocal chords ripped themselves apart as Bucky meticulously and strategically etched into your skin.

"Pl-please! I'll I- I'll be go- ah!!!! Ill be good!!! Please!! Ill be good!!!" You sobbed, but it fell on deaf ears. Bucky pulled the bandanna around your mouth again, and you immediately bit into the fabric to take the pain away. Once he was done with you, he had drawn what he called a "masterpiece" on your torso.

"Property of James Buchanan Barnes." Was jagged and bleeding along your waistline, and "JBB" was carved in more jagged letters between your breasts. You were tired and scared, but emotionless as you stared up at the light. Passed the light, passed the roof, and into a place you would rather be.

He got off of you and stood above you at the head of the table. He squeezed your cheeks together and growled, "Next time you misbehave, it's going to be cement on your feet and I'll throw you in the fucking lake. Understand?" You don't answer, your silence is enough of an answer for him. Your mind was somewhere else, anywhere else but here. You weren't listening to anything around you, and you had survived what Bucky gave you.

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It only took one of Bucky's outbursts to scare you into submission, and he did a damn good job of it. You didn't say a word for the next two weeks as he nursed you back to health. He had carefully bandaged your back and knife-inflicted wounds and kissed your skin to get you back to him. He wanted your old self back. He got you, but a different version of yourself.

You were a shell of yourself, and you had silently told Bucky that he won. To try and make you happy again, he had finally made your favorite meal. He led you to the dinner table with a blindfold on and helped you sit down. When he pulled the blindfold from your eyes, you were met with a candle-lit table with [your favorite meal] on the plate in front of you.

Tears fell down your cheeks and you turned in your chair. You wrapped your arms around Bucky's waist and cried into his shirt. He cradled your head and held you close.

"Little one, whats wrong?" He asked as he knelt down next to you. You looked at him through tear-filled eyes and shook your head.

"N-nothing..." A sad and weak smile formed on your lips. "Absolutely nothing is wrong. Not now, an-and not anymore." Your inner thoughts had won, and you had finally broken under Bucky's harsh treatment. He had a smile on his lips too, and he tilted your head up towards his.

"Im so happy to hear that, doll, so so happy." He kissed your nose and followed with a sweet kiss to your lips. "Such a sweet girl... I may even let you go to town and go shopping with me next time." Your face lit up at that and you nodded instantly.

"I will be good, so good I promise, a-and I'll even-" his chuckle cut you off and he responded "Honey, you don't have to do anything but be good. I will take care of you. I promise." And he would, from that day forward you didn't need to leave the cabin. The cuff came off, and you had free reign around the property. He even lets you go to town and do the grocery shopping with him. You learned to tolerate it but when Bucky didn't like you only tolerating it, he made you love it.

Once there were no tears left to cry, you learned to love it.

With Bucky, was captivity really that bad?

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sucker4sixx · 15 days

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Raising hell

Pt.2

PLOT: you and nikki shout at eachother some more and nikki spreads some shit..

WARNING: drug misuse

The next day you lay in bed hungover, its a saturday so you have the weekend off but that doesnt mean your going to do anything productive. After hours sat whining in bed about your sore head and the night befores events the bands go out once again.

You head straight to the bar and order yourself shots, you go almost the whole night without seeing nikki untill you go to the bathroom, you walk in to him snorting cocaine off the bathroom sink “shit!” He jumps up but his ‘caught’ expression drops to a smirk “fuck sake, you again! Cant you fuck off!” He rolls his eyes “your always so fucking dramatic, you know that? Such a fucking whiner” he moves closer to you. “Well atleast im not an asshole”

“No.. your worse” he narrows his eyes

“Just fuck off so i can take a piss”

“No. Im busy.” He speaks straight “fine then” you close the door and sit on the toilet, not giving a shit if he was there, you watch as he sets out another line, not caring that you were literally pissing beside him. You gasp “whats that!” You make him look away and snort his line, flushing the toilet and heading for the door. “Hey! You bitch!” You flip him off and leave.

While dancing you feel someones hands gripping your waist and you start dancing on them, looking back and seeing nikki who stood in shock as you danced on him “oh fuck! Nikki what are you doing!” You try to pull away but he pulls you back against him “i wanted a chat” he growled into your ear, you roll your eyes and stop grinding on him, feeling your cheeks go alittle red in embarrassment “what is it?”

“I wanted to talk about last night”

“Ohh, last night when you confessed then left me for a hooker?” He growls against your ear when you say this, pissed off “she wasnt even a hooker, she didnt even fuck me she pussied out” you laugh bitterly “thats karma” nikki walks off to the bar and you feel obligated to follow.

He orders himself a jack n coke and turns to face you, scanning your face, his gaze drops to your dress and he smirks. “Dont” you stop him “dont what?” He says genuinely, tilting his head “dont call me fat, im not in the mood” you order yourself a jack n coke, nikki going alittle quite “i was going to say your dress.. its nice” you shake your head “dont be nice, dont try to be nice, its weird”

“So what? You want me to be a dick to you permanently, fine. Your a real bitch, your selfish and needy and you dont know when to stop”

“Sounds alot like your explaining yourself”

Nikki growls “do you have to always be so god damn negative? Its not often im nice but when i am you tell me to be rude”

“Dont make me feel bad nikki.. ive never liked you, youve never liked me so keep it that way” he downs his drink and slams it down “fine by me” he storms out the bar.

The guilt eats you alive the whole night and you try to drink it away but only find it growing like a monster standing behind you with its hand wrapped around your neck. You drunkenly stumble to the hotel and knock on his door, he opens up with a powdery nose and only his boxers on. “What?” He mumbles

“I-im.. can i come in?” You slur alittle, nikki sighs

“Why?” He leans against his door frame, he wanted to let you in but didnt want to give in. “… i dont know..” you speak quietly and he sighs, letting you by, you stumble into his room and lay on his bed, he cant help but let out a laugh. “What are you doing?” He sits beside you and watches “getting cosy” you roll onto your back “stop trying to act cute, its not going to work”

“You think im cute?” You giggle and he rolls his eyes “maybe just alittle” he gets up and heads to the mini fridge in his hotel room and gets two beers for you two. “Here” you sit up and open the bottle with the bottle opener you keep on you at all times. You drink the beer quietly, nikki watching you “why are you actually here” you gulp and put the beer down beside you “guess i missed you” you shrug, instantly regretting it “missed me? You? Bullshit..” he shakes his head “i missed being annoyed i guess” you laugh and run your fingers through your hair, you both make eye contact and you try to crawl forward to him “no.. no, dont do that” he leans back, a smile still on his face “whyyy?” You whine and giggle “because its not right, we know that, get off” he tries to swat you away as you crawl onto his lap.

“Cmon nikki, i can feel you.. your hard” he groans as you sit down onto his lap “get off…” he huffs, grinding up onto you, your hips grinding down onto his clothed erection “god.. your so hard” you moan but he grabs your hips to still you “stop.” He says firmly and you stop, looking into his eyes. “Stop.. your too drunk, i cant let this happen”

“Nikki please-“

“No, get your shit and go” he pulls you off his lap, his erection straining against his boxers as he looks away, you get your stuff and head to the door, you glance back but hes already busy rolling a joint.

The next day you wake up to your door being knocked, you, in your hungover state stumble to the door, you open it to your manager with a furious look on his face. “Stu? Whats up?” He sighs and looks around “why am i hearing that you broke into nikkis room and tried it on with him last night?”

“Stu i didnt-“

“I dont care if you did or didnt, sort your shit out, me and doc have planned a show where you and the crüe are playing together and i swear, if you fuck this up-“

“You what?!”

#80s #motley crue #mötley crüe #nikki sixx #spotify #tommy lee #vince neil #mick mars #story #nikki sixx fanfic #nikki sixx fanfiction #Spotify

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skydoesthings · 2 months

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SCARIAN BALLET AU - CHAPTER 2

A/N: GOD ME AND @desertduofan HAVE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR SO LONG HERE @imhereforthecomics WE'RE DONE ARE YOU PROUD OF US PLEASE BE PROUD OF US IM GENUINELY SO HAPPY WITH HOW THIS CAME OUT, AO3 VERSION WILL BE COMING OUT ON FIRE DESERTDUOFAN'S ACCOUNT IT MIGHT HAVE A FEW CHANGES LETS GO!!!!!

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Grian's POV:

Grian got chills down his neck, as if someone was watching him. He had folded his wings against his back and spun around to face this person. There stood a tall man, a good 6'4 if you asked Grian. His face was sharp and his nose was cut by a scar. He'd mistake this man for an intruder if Aurora hadn't cleared her throat and introduced him.

"Grian, this is my brother, Scar." Aurora stated before turning to her brother and speaking, "Scar, this is my instructor Grian.”

As if regaining his composure, The ‘Scar’ man grinned widely -Were his cheeks kinda pink? Probably just Grian’s imagination- and stuck out his hand

“Nice to meet you, Grian!”

“Nice to meet you too, Scar.”

Aurora smirked. She ran over to Ariana and whispered something in her ear, causing her to glance over and then both of them collapsing into a fit of giggles. Huh? What’s that about? Eh, he’ll figure it out later.

Scar seemed to stare at Grian, kinda in a trance. If Grian was any smarter he'd know that he seemed out of it. Maybe the man just had a big head and thought a lot. Grian hadn't cared right now either way. He had to get the rest of the kids to their parents or guardians.

“Well, uh, Scar- I have to get back to my job. Cub has my phone number if you have any questions.” Grian stated, not knowing that Scar would take that a different way.

TIME SKIP 3 HOURS LATER

If Grian had to explain his day, he'd explain it as a fish dying in the sand. Why? He had no idea. It just wasn't normal. He went to work, the first thing he hears is that Ariana got in trouble– which was normal. The part that wasn't normal was this scarred man, coincidentally named Scar. He was the typical “oh save me” prince type almost. His words fit right in his mouth, like a poet. God did he hate those types of people.

Although…Scar is somehow different? Grian didn't feel hatred towards Scar.. Maybe because his sister was such a good student. Bias and all. Which is what Grian was trying to convince himself.

Grian was currently sitting on his couch, drinking his favorite tea. Herbal tea was most definitely the best tea. Tastes like a sweet morning with a bit of dew. It was nice and warm compared to the harsh snowy world outside. London was an amazing place, it was close to home and similar. Everyone was nice, although he didn't like people too much.

Oh, nevermind that, he's run out of tea. He'd get up and put his phone on the table before getting up and heading to the kitchen. It was cozy and livable, not too big-the apartment and the kitchen. Grian headed to the sink to clean his mug before his phone started to ring.

There were only three things this could be.. his mom, his siblings or a parent calling and informing him that their kid wouldn't be in class. And if he really wanted to be wrong, maybe even X. Actually, there was only one real way to figure it out, since all those phone numbers weren't in his contacts.

“Hello?”

“Oh! Uh- this is awkward.. Is this Grian?” the person on the other side asked.

“Maybe.. who is this?” Grian asked through the phone.

“This is Scar! You know.. Aurora’s bigger brother?” Scar said.

Grian realized that he was talking to Scar.. the guy with a scar slashed through his nose. The guy the Grian really can't stop thinking about because he's.. unique.. uniquely weird.

“Hello..?” Scar said from the other side.

Oh.. he must've blanked out.

“Hey! Sorry- Yeah this is Grian. Why ‘d you call?” Grian said as he put the phone on speaker and headed to the kitchen. There was complete silence after Grian questioned Scar. Did this man not have a reason to call?

“Can't a man call his sister's teacher to make sure he's doing okay? I mean, teacher's work hard and you could be stressed out-” Scar rambled before Grian started to cut him off with..

“Scar, we barely know each other for you to be checking up on me and worrying.” Grian simply stated.

“We've known each other for a few hours-”

“We introduced ourselves for a couple of seconds before I had to get back to work.” Grian was thinking logically instead of optimistically, compared to Scar.

“I'm also picking up my sister from now on.” Scar said, joy underlined in every word he used in that sentence.

Grian didn't feel opposed to seeing Scar everyday or so. I mean he hated the other parents with all their stupid gossip and politics, with everything all about them. He sat and listened to the other parents, while with Scar he didn't know what to expect. To Grian, Scar seemed like the type of guy that WILL sit you down and talk with you for hours about Disney and Star Wars, and Grian’s fine with that. Might enjoy it, even.

Grian chuckled. “Sure, big guy. Good for you. Well, to answer your questions, I’m doing well, not really feelin’ the stress too much right now. And you, I speak from experience when I say big brothers work hard too. Are you doing well? Any stress on your end?”

Scar's POV:

As soon as Grian asked how he was doing, Scar felt a hot flush creep across his cheeks.

“M-me?”

“Yeah, you. Are you okay?” Grian’s smooth, beautiful voice rang out from the other end.

Looking up from cutting the vegetables, Cub smirked and mouthed ‘Lovesick’ to Aurora, and Aurora, who was helping him, also smirked and vocalized “Oooooo!”

Scar moved the phone a little away from himself and hissed at both of the others to shut up. They were making nothing better as he got embarrassed by both of them. He took a deep breath before putting that mask of confidence back up and swindling a few words. Although it had barely calmed his heart.

“I-I'm doing fine, thank you.”

“Hmm, you sure? You don’t sound too good…”

“O-oh, you don’t have to worry about silly old me! I’m great!”

“Well, whatever you say. Anyway, it’s now time for me to go on my own big brother duties to prevent my siblings from exploding…”

Scar found himself bursting into laughter. To his delight, he heard Grian join him from the other side.

“O-oh man. Are they chaotic?”

“Extremely. Pearl and Jimmy might have set the world on fire with Ariana by now if I wasn’t there. But, to be honest, I would have joined them if our older cousins Martyn and Lizzie weren’t there to reel me in too!”

And they both cracked up again. God, Scar loved hearing Grian laugh. It was beautiful, and a nice change from the stoic man he’d met earlier.

“Isn’t Pearl also a teacher at the academy?”

“Yeah, she’s quite the teacher in fact, however still chaotic, she doesn’t teach ballet like the rest of us, instead teaching weapons dancing.”

“Weapons dancing? That’s so cool! But isn’t that also a bit dangerous?”

“Oh, it is. You should have seen how much she used to get hurt when she started out. But she’s a professional now, and an amazing one, at that.”

“That’s amazing.”

“Well, I really do have to go now. Lovely talking to you, Scar.”

“You too! Goodbye!”

Scar put the phone down, positively glowing. Aurora and Cub walked over, dinner must be ready!

“So,” Aurora began, “How did you manage to make a boyfriend out of my instructor so quickly?”

All thoughts of dinner flew out the window, as Scar became extremely flustered.

“AURORA! H-he’s not my boyfriend!”

“But you want him to be, don’t you?”

“N-no! We’re just friends, and that’s what it’s gonna be! Yep, juuust friends!”

“Oh, stop being in denial Scar, you totally have a crush on Grian” Cub joined in, with a knowing grin plastered on his face.

“I DO NOT! BOTH OF YOU, SHUT UP!!!”

And both Cub and Aurora pointedly stared at him.

“O-okay, maybe a little…”

“FINALLY!”

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A/N: ITS KINDA SHORT BUT YOU TALK LIKE I CARE ONCE AGAIN EPIC CO-WRITER IS @desertduofan AO3 VERSION WILL COME OUT ON THEIR ACCOUNT AND EPIC AU CREATOR IT @imhereforthecomics OK BYEEE

#sky actually wrote #scarian ballet au #IM SO FUCKING TIRED

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nolzo · 1 year

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posting my akuma class + quantic kids headcanons because i have strong opinions about a lot of them pt 3:

akuma class - adrien, nino, alya, lila, & marinette

adrien agreste

- white french or wasian

- he/they prns

- hes the pretty boy hes also literally a model in canon so.

- in salts hes spineless and like a coward but hes also sometimes becomes really fucking rude and like controlling and stubborn which i dont see?? but im also not a big fan of adrien salt

- however them in canon is kinda crazy. in derision they apparently almost cataclysms kim over a prank from a year ago?? so yeah i can see irrational a little

- i ship him with nino in a classic friends to lovers or they both end up in a qpr. yea chloe is technically his first friend but i doubt it was bc they wanted to be friends and more bc of proximity

- im not a particular fan of adrienette either mostly bc i dont like their dynamic. like ive seen similar dynamics and i get the hype kind of, but . i dont like them tgt. not even in fanon. i also am like allergic to canon hetero ships sorry its a disease

nino lahiffe

- black and arab

- they/he prns

- i only hate the salt fanon version of them theyre like a bitch in salts for no reason

- he has locs, past his ears like close to his jaw. he keeps his headphones like in canon but loses the cap

- i think this is the only character where i talk ab their appearance? i just think nino should look a little different

- i hc them with adrien (refer to adrien for reasoning) BUTT i also hc them with adrien AND luka

- i like adrino's dynamic more than adrienette's (lowk nonexistent) dynamic

- lowk could see nino as a stoner

- superr into edm i like that hes an aspiring dj

alya cesaire

- black/creole

- she/her prns

- i dont like canon or fanon alya shes just unlikable to me? idk what it is

- her making up those plans for marinette to confess to adrien was crazy. she was really up concocting schemes

- i also cant rmbr much about her actually so this is a really watered down opinion about her

- i dont shop her with anyone except maybe nino or like sabrina . i will not elaborate

- i hc alya as that one friend who is like nice but like mean nice? like the type of person you wouldnt be able to tell if they were being genuine or not when they mess with you . which honestly it would be exhausting to have someone like that as a friend

- also i think alya being prone to lashing out or like quick to challenge someone is canon?? but if not i hc it

- i really dont have much on her personality wise i swear i just dont rmbr her at all

lila rossi

- italian (canon)

- she/her prns

- fucking hate fanon lila ppl write her as such a bitch like shes horrible

- like realistically how stupid do the classmates have to be to actually believe lilas bullshit in fanon. some of the fics are bad bro they shit on like all the class except marinette . marinette is not that great guys.

- canon lila is alr she doesnt do much. shes just a petty MIDDLE SCHOOLER lets rmbr everyone is in middle school

- lila doesnt do much except when she terrorizes the city with hawkmoth. almost forgot sorry guys. does she still do that or

marinette dupain-cheng

- mixed chinese and french (also canon)

- no prns or they/them prns

- i hc marinette as nonbinary

- marinette is also autistic

- marigami 4life i literally cant see marinette with anyone but kagami.

- ppl ship lukanette but i cant see it . lukanette is like a weird rebound situation in canon i dont like it

- some of the fanfic writers need to write marinette better, or actually accurate to canon. ive seen sm ooc marinettes (lets ignore how im completely changing marinette) that dont make sense

- canon marinette is embarrassing. the stalking thing (which is apparently explained in derision?), the schedule thing, and all that is literally insanity. i dont like thinking about canon marinette

- i actually do not like marinette that much, canon or fanon. which is kind of surprising?

#miraculous headcanon #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fandom #miraculous marinette #miraculous lb #miraculous adrien #adrien agreste #nino lahiffe #alya cesaire #marinette dupain cheng #lila rossi

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lunarifie · 2 years

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Rewatching Ninjago

(With no context other than the episode)

Hands of Time 1-2

Ah yes, a Wu-doesnt-tell-them-shit season

Oh wait!

Thats every season.

COLES HUMAN AGAIN????

HES NOT A GHOST?!?!?!?

WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN

Why does ninjago give us such little context clues. First ronin now this??!?!?

Okay, did some google searching. And the whole goddamn movie Day of the Departed isn’t on Netflix?!?!?!?!

Brb gonna watch it.

For anyone who doesnt have Tubi or amazon: wcofun.net has Day of the Departed

Alright we’re back, I understand whats going on now.

Nya: If I could go back in time, Id tell Mr Saunder we wouldn’t be able to help with the museum…

Zane: Remember Nya, we went back in time once. Things like that aren’t to be taken lightly

Nya: Its a form of expression Zane 🙄

Fjsnfjdirnfjd such subtle foreshadowing

Nya and Kai immediately retelling the story of their parents after they see a portrait, to remind the audience, is hilarious to me

Mr Saunder, museum guy: Refreshing time! hot sweaty work deserves a cool drink!

Kai: Thanks!

Mr Saunders: Enjoy the pickled beet tea!

Nya, Kai, and Lloyd: (Spit it out coughing)

Cole: …

Cole (drops the cup): Oops…! New hands! So clumsy…

Jay: (shrugs and chugs it)

Wait

Waitwaitwaitwait

Ik who Mr Saunders is IK WHO MR SAUNDERS IS

god I just know im gonna be so confused this season. I never deal with time travel shows well.

Ronin and Dareth are helping Misako carry boxes to the new temple 🥺

Dareth and Ronin gossiping and getting impressed over Nyas samurai X suit is so cute

Dareth (wearing the helmet): look out world! Heres comes Samurai D!!!

Misako and Ronin: …

Dareth: What?

Dareth: …

Dareth: The D is for Dareth.

I wish Wu would fight more, hes genuinely good at it

Misako: Dareth please take that off.

Ronin: Allow- (Weird timey thing happens) me…

Ronin: When did I get on top of Dareth… 🤨

Time went forwards FOR A MINUTE?!?!

Misako: its like deja vu but in reverse…

Thats actually a great way to explain it

Jay freaking out over the loud beeping alarm when it doesn’t seem to affect anyone else is the autistic experience.

Zane: Hmmm… this is surprising.

Jay: No, no its not! Ive always had sensitive ears and—

Zane: I meant-

HES AUTISTIC YOUR HONOR

Jay: Oh! temporal energy, of course, EVERYONE knows thats, uh… powerful!

Kai: You, have no idea what temporal means, do you?

Jay:…

Jay: I do not.

HFBSJBFJSBR

Acronix: Control time, control everything…

I mean hes not wrong

Jay just wants to go home 😭

Jay: UGHHHH theres no one at the old monastery! Zanes probably malfunctioning.

Zane:…

Zane: Self diagnostic says negative

Jay (smacks zane over the head): How about now 😁

Zane: No. 🤨

Jay, after complaining and begging them all to go home: WELL WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR??!?!? TO THE OLD MONASTERY!

Wu: I- I made a mistake…

Wu why are you so shocked you make a LOT of mistakes

Lloyd: Jay! What are you doing!

Jay (jumps off destineys bounty): HEY! Hey you! Im looking for someone! Spinjitzu master, this tall, long beard, goes by the name Wu?

Acronix: Cant say ive seen him.

Jay: hm! Thats odd… cause judging by all the slash marks here! I think you have.

That was such good line delivery

The way he way his voice was exaggeratedly high and happy and then his last sentence went down a notch and he brought out his nunchucks.

This is why hes my favorite character

Its nice that Cole has faith in Jay

Too bad hes gonna watch Jay get fucking wiped

Nya (after getting totaled): sometimes I wish I was still samurai x instead of a ninja…

God it hurts so much to be reminded that Nya never truly wanted to be a ninja

Jay: Wait! Who put you in charge! Why cant I help put out the flames?

JAY… BUDDY…

Lloyd: You really think electricity is gonna stop fire?

Jay:…

Jay: good point.

Jay your better than this 😭

Actually. On second thought. Your really not.

Jay (talking about the monastery): burned down again… man this place just cant catch a break can it.

TRUE.

COLE SAVED WU!!!!

Cole. Why are you grabbing him with your lava hands.

Wu: There is so much to tell you…

Yeah no shit.

Misako and Wu: (flirting as she pours him healing tea)

The ninja: 😐

All the ninja: (rapidly asking questions)

Jay: Who ate my pudding cup?!?!?

Everyone:…

Jay: What?… he said we could ask any questions!

Nya and Kais parents cheek bones are high and regal as fuck. Like damn.

Why does EVERY villain feel like theyre entitled in ruling ninjago

Do you know how HARD that is????

To rule a fucking country?!?!?!

Honestly. Yes. The time power Is the most powerful element. But they arent entitled to everything because of it 🤨🤨🤨

I NEED Acronixs hair right now.

God their dynamic is so funny. Can you imagine your biological twin being 40 years older than you 😭😭😭

How did Krux live 40 years in disguise and solitude and not gain the wisdom that came with age. Like my guy did not contemplate his existence AT ALL.

I dont remember but does newer ninjago episodes remove Lloyds rectangle mouth and Wus vacant yellow one?

Please tell me they do.

I NEEEEED a spin off series of Wus and Garmadons early adventures

…

Do they seriously think they actually defeated Acronix. Did it not cross their minds ONCE that he escaped?????

AAAWWWW jay and Nya are so cute now :)

Jays such a flirt he loves her sm 😭

HFNSJBFJD KAI.

Kai (walking in on jay and Nya about to kiss): hey guys- WOAH SORRY TO INTERRUPT IDIDNTSEEANYTHING (covers his eyes)

Kai: Theres something you need to see! (Turns around with his eyes covered and slams into a wall)

I love Kai sm 🥰

Cyrus borg is so great :))))

Zane: if we want to decide who gets to stop this new samurai, i suggest we assign each of ourselves a digit, then manually engage in a cube with graphical representation of each number, go make a random, unbiased selection.

Everyone:

Zane: Roll dice.

HFNDJTBDJFNBR

Zane can just be so funny for literally no reason 😭😭😭

Gayle gossip (news woman): Ive never seen this much destruction before! Well- i mean, i have. But its been a while! And you never really get used to it….

Just another day in ninjago 🙃

Snakes.

Theyre using snakes.

AGAIN.

WHY.

IM SO TIRED OF THESE FUCKING SNAKES USE SOMETHING ELSE GODDAMMIT

Acronix and Krux are true sibling representation.

Kai: Okay! I dont wanna braaag, but the other day I stopped an elemental master of TIME. So i think I can handle a lousy samurai-

Kai: (Gets fucking totaled)

Cole: (uses his lava earth punch thing)

(Samurai Snakes fall apart)

Jay: YOU DISINTEGRATED HIM?!?!?!?

Cole: IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!!!!!!!

Okay but WHERE did Krux find these snakes.

Zane helping out Pixals dad (cyrus borg) is actually so sweet

Awwww I remember this part

Water and electricity stop them!!!!!

WAIT WHAT NO WHAT HAPPENED TO ZANE

Krux: I already have my best blacksmiths on making more armor.

No. It is NOT who I think it is.

Istg they better not have imprisoned Nya and Kais parents.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #Rewatching Ninjago

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linawritestwst · 1 year

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hiiii congrats on 1k! i'd like to request a matchup please~

i go by she/they pronouns. aside from playing games and watching anime, i like reading books, specifically YA romance novels since im basic XD one of my main hobbies include experimenting w coffee beans too. (i've been obsessed with them since the pandemic started that i can probably make a 2 hr presentation on the history of coffee lmao jk) ANYWAY, i dont really know much abt my personality outside of personality types: i'm an infp, type 9w1 enneagram which is like being the peacemaker in a friend group bc i dont like confrontation lol. with that, i usually look assertiveness and decisiveness for a partner bc i cant have someone whos passive and agreeable as me HSHDHDHSJ but ofc, them being selfish is a whole diff thing. im usually the listener since im not good at making conversations and ppl find it easy to open up to me (prob bc i dont talk in the first place AHDHSHDHHS). but it would be good if my partner can hold up a conversation for us or at least let me feel comfortable to them that i can actually ramble and talk a lot :) my love language is giving gifts bc i think its nice to see something and immediately think of ur loved one like thats so cute!!

also, im okay with anyone from any dorm aside from the first years since theyre still a bit young~ i hope this is not too vague and too long. thank you so much and i hope more readers can find your writings!

hi, thank you so much for your kind words and i hope you like your matchup!!

also i'm so sorry for being so slow with matchups, i have exams coming up and i have to study a lot 😔😔

the character that i think would be a good partner for you is..

rook hunt!

i'll explain why i chose him:

this guy wouldn't think you're basic at all! everything about you is special to him and even if most people think your interests are "boring", he says that there's something beautiful about you liking popular things. come on, you like romance novels, that's so cute! he would be very curious to hear about your experiments with coffee beans as well and you can tell him everything you know about them, he will listen and he will genuinely find it extremely interesting. and your passion about this topic makes it even more beautiful for him.

rook would admire you being the peacemaker, because it means that you're a kind and caring person and it makes you even more beautiful in his eyes. you're already perfect to him, but if you want to become more confident, he would be glad to help! though he can also just be there in case you need someone to make a decision for you or someone who's not as passive.. but this man also can easily go "all of these look/sound nice <3" when you have to choose something, so.. good luck with that.

rook doesn't mind doing all the talking, since.. you know. he talks a lot. however, he would love to hear your thoughts and opinions more often, so in case you need to talk to him about something, he's all ears! he will react to everything you say and he will express his own thoughts about these topics as well, but he will try his best not to interrupt you and if he does, please forgive him, he gets very excited when he's able to spend time with you like this and get to know you better. he would love the gifts you give him too, the fact that you saw something and it reminded you of him warms his heart and makes him so happy!

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland matchups #twst matchup

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prettyboykatsuki · 3 years

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fang does bully!kiri lighten up at all after he confesses his feelings? does their dynamic change? im curious about the aftermath of the alley scene!

cw ;; toxicity, kirishima is a little delusional, bkg meddling, unprotected / rough sex, afab reader 18+

a/n ;; OKAY! SO HERE'S THE THING RIGHT. I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABT THIS AND A LOT OF THOUGHTS ABT WHAT COULD HAPPEN.

short answer is yes, eventually he is genuinely nice to you. i do think kirishima likes you but like i said - he's entitled to your attention. post confession he's possesive and he always fucks you mean.

i have a whole thing in my head about how the confession ultimately changes their dynamic. a lot of it stops being about getting your attention but rather keeping it. before it was a thing about kirishima trying to coax you but now that the whole thing is said and done - you're totally on your toes.

so what he likes you.. right? what does that change in the first place? that's what you tell yourself in the direct aftermath. kirishima is really good at playing with peoples feelings (a given, really) so you're expecting things to the same in some ways. you're expecting him to still be mean to you.. still harass you.

ah.. poor thing. kirishima does the opposite. after the confession - he completely and totally ignores you. again.. seems counter intuitive. but this is a necessary step in making sure things work out the way he wants them to work out. he can tell you don't really believe that you're special to each other so now it's about how you approach him.

two weeks. it's about two weeks and kirishima is a radio silent. you gotta approach him first and he honestly gets off on how increasingly sad you look whenever he brushes by you in the passing days. when people ask him whats up, he just says the two of you had a minor disagreement but in reality he's testing you.

you've gotta approach him first, in his head. the only thing that throws a wrench in the plans is bakugou.

bakugou thinks kirishimas a fucking idiot by the way. this is VERY important. while you're moping for those few weeks, bakugou pays extra attention to you. when no ones around, he comes sit next to you while you work and just kinda hangs out with you.

part of it is bc he wants a chance to fuck you but another part of it just bc he feels genuinely bad. kirishima doesn't know how to be honest or direct with his feelings and it's clearly affecting you. kirishima does like you... in the way someone like him can. and bakugou believes he needs to be nicer to you bc of that in some way.

he thinks this whole ignoring you thing is gonna make you resent him and that there's other ways to invoke your desperation. he told kiri this many times but it fell on deaf ears so this is his way of solving that.

it.. works. in a way bakugou coming towards you for that period of time works because it gets kirishima to approach you again. he sees the two of you laughing together completely incidentally and when he asks bakugou about why, bkg just smirks and says it's none of his business.

"didn't know you and bakubro were so buddy-buddy," you're packing your stuff up at one of the quiet rooms in the library - completely alone. you wonder how kirishima always finds you in this position - vulnerable. it startles you since it's the first time you've spoken in weeks. he's expecting to see the little frail smile he normally sees on your face but.. really you're just mad. upset.

"what do you want kirishima,"

"woah woah, what's with the attitude,"

it makes you freeze.. why are you showing him attitude exactly?

"y-you've been ignoring me for two weeks," and you can't help but ask yourself what the fuck you're doing "i thought.."

kirishima is supposed to be mad. really he is, but the little pathetic sound of your voice as you explain your feelings to him fills him with a familiar affection for you. god you're so cute, he wants to fuck you raw.

"i didn't think you would notice since you and bakugo seemed to be so close,"

"he was just trying to make me feel better," and your voice is so cute and pathetic. it makes a shiver run up his spine, makes him dizzy as he approaches, towers over you. his hands on your cheek, thumb on your lower lip.

"you were lonely without me, 's that it?"

you look defeated. nodding, you look up at him and confess that you were.

"you get it now right? that we need each other,"

something in your stomach drops but you nod again. and kirishima almost groans knowing how much he's broken you down. perfect and sweet.

"good. good. you get it now, that's all i wanted. don't be mad, mmkay? ill make everything better,"

his promise is gentle on your ears. kirishimas words never match his actions and fucking you is no different. you're not sure how you end up on the carpeted floor, your knees digging and burning as kirishima puts both hands on your hands on your hips.

he tells you that eating you is neccesary but you think he just likes seeing you squirm. feeling his tongue between your folds and spit running down your cunt makes your head feel real light and kirishima spends any time away from your pussy whispering something fucking filthy in your ears. always vulgar and harsh, about how he thought it was so cute to see how distraught you looked without him. how all week he thought about what face you would make if he kept teasing you.

"you like it when 'm mean to you right? want me to bully your cervix too, dont'cha? sit in your fuckin' room all day playin' with your pussy over it, i bet. so cute"

kirishima mounts you when he fucks you. thick thighs over your entire body. it hurts even with the prep but he stays buried to the hilt, grinding his cock right inside of you. you can feel it in your chest, makes you cry out with how it feels. it's so much. so, so much.

it makes you keel over and whine, a soft little "kiri," that makes kirishima feel light-headed.

he fucks into you with force, on his knees in doggy on the floor of the library. but every time kirishima touches you, you lose all sense of shame. when he pulls you to his chest and wraps a hand around your throat, whispers in your ear about how you'll never get rid of him as he pounds into you so fucking shamelessly.

hhngngh and after all of his teasing and only when he's balls deep inside of you can he really praise you proper. it melts your insides when he says it, tells you he likes you and that you're all his and all you gotta do is behave and act right. just get it through that pretty head that he owns you, easy as that.

kirishima is def nicer to you after cumming deep inside of you and making you hold it till you're back to your dorm but his temperment is so easily thrown off. he's still the same old kirishima, mean to you in public and teasin but this time it's with the promise of fucking you dumb.

#bully!kiri #toxic cw #return to sender #a.kirishima #kirishima smut #dark content cw #<- just in case #BARKING AND HOWLING ACTUALLY

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dr4cking · 3 years

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Tutor

draco malfoy x reader | smut | fluff

"miss y/n, this is getting horrible, you have been failed at my class so many times, your grades isnt doing better, now all i can do is to suggest you by getting a tutor" professor slughorn sighed handing y/n her last test disappointedly.

"im sorry professor, i promise i will try harder and get better" y/n took her paper and going back to her seat.

"im sure you're a great student, you just need some help. uhm- mr. malfoy? do you mind tutoring your classmate here, miss y/n? its only you who is the bestest in my class" the professor asked to one of the best students, the famous draco malfoy, y/n gulped and waiting nervously for his answer. she had this little crush on him since they always had classes together and she's in the same house as him, but they were not exactly 'close'.

"oh i dont mind, professor. its my pleasure" draco answers politely, taking a look at y/n making the girl look down and blush, a smile appeared to his face. little did she know, he has a big crush on the lovely girl who seemed clueless about all the hints he gave her almost everyday.

professor slughorn just nodded and dismissed the class, everyone packed their things and left, y/n look at draco who's already staring at her with a genuine smile plastered in his face, motioning her to follow him. she feels like her heart jumped out of the place, she follows him behind as draco walking them to his room.

as they arrived in draco's room, y/n admires the design, it was elegant and neat. typical rich slytherins room.

"it looks nice" y/n said opening the conversation.

"thanks, put my hardest work to make it look the best. here, take a seat beside me" draco patting the side of his couch, there's a small table in front of the couch.

y/n took a seat beside him, and placing her books to the table, the tension was so awkward that she wished she was a talkative person.

draco started the lesson, y/n learned faster from the way draco explained it than in the class, but she would be lying if she said she hasnt lost her focuses a few times to studying draco's face, he's just so beautiful. she thinks he didnt noticed, but he did, he just keep it to himself.

after hours studying, y/n feels like her head will going to explode in a minute, she decided to take a break.

"god can we take a break, draco? this is so stressing, why cant i just be smart like you, dont get me wrong you're a great tutor but im just too dumb" y/n protested, massaging her head and rubbing her face in frustration.

"oh y/n dont say that! we can take a break of course, but to make you feel better, i promise you, you're doing so great now, you've improved a lot, im so proud of you" draco said cheering her up, his hand goes to tucked her hair behind her ear reassuring her.

y/n look up to draco, giving him a sweet shy smile and her cheeks turns red as draco keeps complimented her, before they know it they were leaning into each other and their lips met, the kisses were soft and lovely, draco cupped her cheeks caressing it gently while y/n wrapped her arms around the back of his neck pulling him closer tugging at his hair deepening the kisses making both of them let out a small moans.

as the kisses turn into a full makeout and got heated, draco lays her down gently on the couch placing soft wet kisses on her neck, sucking on it, marking her causing her to let out a soft moan, he placed one of his hand on her thigh rubbing small circles until his hand got higher, he pulled away.

"do you wanna take this further, love? we can stop now if you dont want to" draco asked and y/n shakes her head no and put his hand back to her inner thigh.

"no draco please keep going i want you, i need this" draco groans and he continues rubbing her clit from her panties feeling the wetness that already make a spot on her panties, soft whines escaped her lips as draco keep teasing her clit, he pushes her panties aside and insert one finger inside her making y/n let out a constant squeal and she covered her mouth quickly, her eyes rolled back at the pleasure.

y/n's moans were muffled by her hand, draco cant help but getting harder by looking at her expression, he still cant believe he finally got the girl he always adored like this, he added another fingers into her cunt, curling them inside her making the girl squirmed under his touch.

"dont cover your mouth, let me hear your beautiful voice, show me how good i make you feel, love" draco said as he takes her hand off of her mouth and intertwining their hands instead with his free hand while his fingers still working their way in and out of her tight hole getting faster each time, he stares at her in awe, how gorgeous she looks right now, mouth hung open, eyes rolled back in pleasure and all because of him, he feels butterflies filling his stomach.

"yes- yes draco, oh god.. you make me feel so good" draco go down to her pussy, pulling off her panties, putting her thighs on his shoulder and positioning his face in front of her glistening cunt and started to eat her out making y/n a moaning mess, he let out a moan too at the taste of her, getting addicted to it, he can even eat her out for all day if she let him.

"do you like the way my tongue plays with your pretty pussy, love? mhmm you taste so fucking delicious baby" draco keeps sucking on her clit, its like he was making out with it, his tongue going in and out of her hole his fingers going with the same pace as his tongue.

"ah- yes draco i love it, oh- please im so close" y/n keep moaning uncontrollably while her hand grasping tightly onto his hair.

"yes baby, let it out, cum on my tongue, let me taste you, darling" draco wants nothing more than to pleasure her right now, making this moment unforgettable for both of them, and within seconds y/n screams his name and cumming hard on his mouth, laying breathlessly still steadying her breath after her intense orgasm.

draco pulled away and y/n blushing madly looking at his face, his mouth covered in her juices, he smiles proudly at her, sucking his fingers clean, and hovered over her, reconnecting their lips, y/n hummed at the taste of herself on his tongue. draco started to unbuttoned her shirt, taking her bra off too and throw them to somewhere, he hungrily kissing her breasts, playing with her nipples causing y/n to get wetter while her hands working on his belt and taking his pants off, his erected dick slapped up to his lower stomach, she took it in her tiny hand and stroking it massaging the tip, making him groans.

"god.. you're so beautiful y/n.." y/n mumbles a quick 'thankyou' at the compliment getting impatient, wanting nothing more than to be taken by the blonde guy.

"draco, please, i need you so bad" she cant take it anymore, she wanted to feel him, wrapping him inside her tightly, she whimpers at the feel of his hard dick rested on her thigh.

"your wish is my command, princess" draco lining up his dick on her cunt, rubbing his tip up and down on her clit lubricate it before slowly pushing in, they both moaning each other names out loud at the sensation, both of their heads thrown back and eyes screwed shut in pleasure, y/n wrapped her legs on his waist pulling him deeper, draco paused a moment as he was fully inside her, letting her adjust to his size.

"you can move draco, god you're so big" y/n dug her nails onto his back as he slowly made a move, pulling out until its just his tip inside and slamming it back again, making y/n bites her bottom lip.

draco started to pick up his pace, pushing her legs to her chest making more access as he continues to thrust in and out deeper and faster inside her, he put his hands next to the side of her face to support his weight, y/n runs her hands on his chest, scratching it, her breasts bouncing up and down under him.

"merlin, you're so tight baby feels so good, fuck- how can someone feels this good-" draco said as he kissed her lips, his lips trembling against hers, he bites softly on her bottom lip to hold his scream as he feels her walls clenching around him, squeezing him tighter.

"oh my god- draco, right there, holy-" y/n cant even finishes her words as she screams louder when draco keeps hitting her spot, going deeper and faster each time, bringing her to her high.

"baby, are you close?" y/n nodded at his question, cant even answer him as she was too focused as the coil started to tighten in her stomach.

"good baby, cause i cant hold it much longer, now cum love, cum for me" draco rubbed a circle on her clit, his thrusts getting sloppier, y/n screamed his name out loud seeing the stars as she finally hit her orgasm, harder than the first one and draco cant help at the feeling of her walls clenching really hard around him after her high, he spilled his thick cum inside her, painting her walls white non stop, making both of them groans, his vision going blurry, he collapsed on top of y/n, burying his face on her hair, running out of breath, their bodies started to shake.

"fuck y/n that was amazing, you are too good for me, love" draco kiss her lips again as he finished, he pulls out gently, but before he can stand up he falls to her side, both of them laughs.

"look at what you did to me, y/n" draco laughed as he slowly standing up to get the towel and clean her up.

"if this is how the tutoring ends, i wouldnt mind doing it again" y/n said, smirking to him confidently as draco helped her up to his bed, giving her a cheeky grin.

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco smut #draco oneshot #draco x reader #draco x y/n #harry potter

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kirishimas-manly-eyeliner · 3 years

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➶ am i doing this correctly?

THE FIRST TIME YOU HOLD HANDS

pairings: izuku midoriya, denki kaminari, eijiro kirishima, hitoshi shinsou x gn!reader

warnings: none, besides my favoritism for shinsou BAHHAHA + a minor injury because a certain someone in this was being wayyy too in love and ACTIVATED HIS QUIRK

IZUKU MIDORIYA !! - wikihow.com how to hold someone’s hand

yes, he took notes on how to hold someone’s hand. yes, he studied which fingers go in-between which and how firmly he had to hold it. but once it was actually time, as usual, all the information he learned blanked and he was left trying to figure out what a finger was.

right, uh... the index finger goes-- what even is an index finger?? oh shoot oh shoot oh shoot “and- auasyfsh!”

...indeed. yes. he did. he just activated his quirk. and busted his own finger trying to get his hands to cooperate out of pure panic while trying to hold yours.

“izuku- are you- are you okay?”

his hands scrambled into his pockets “y..-yep! i’m good! just fine, haha..”

what was he supposed to say?? “oh yeah, no, i just busted my own hand because i was having an existential life crisis on how to hold hands. haha! i may be stupid.” (fin.)

POOR BABY DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO?? he starts freaking out until you brush beside him to let him know that he's doing his best and you love him for it. and of course, his entire face turns red and he gives a nervous smile.

but after trying to hold in the whimpers of pain that his hand is literally pulsing, you give a concerned smile and ask him, “uh, deku? do you maybe want to go back home and treat your hand?”

he gave a nervous nod as you two headed back.

and even though you couldn’t go to the movies, the two of you spent the rest of the night curled up in front of the tv with buckets of ice cream.

DENKI KAMINARI !! - shocked in ways more than one.

his quirk activates. good lord. when your hands intertwine with his, denki’s entire face just turns RED and he thinks, “here we go. not gonna mess this up. not gonna mess this up.” and slips his hands into yours, but as you’re talking, all he can think about is his lips pressing against yours as he pulls you to his chest and kiss your stupidly beautiful face.

why did you have to be so- so- perfect?

“kaminari, how about we stop at the store over there?”

your voice snaps him out of his thoughts as a sudden jolt crawls up your spine.

did he just- ????

by the look on kaminari’s face, you don’t even have to ask. luckily, it’s not bad enough that it hurt you, it was just a slight shock. and his face. is authentic, genuine, pure embarrassment. and yes, he will try to play it off. yes, he is currently trying to play it cool but honestly, it isn’t working. it’s kind of hard to shrug it off when his hand is literally sparking. “i’m sorry!! uhm, uh, are you okay? i hope you’re doing. are you hurt? i hope you’re not h-” he’s panicking.

you laugh and his heart does a mini relay-race, “i’m not hurt, kaminari.”

he releases a sigh of relief and nods, “good.” after that, it’s plain silence.

denki scratches the back of his neck after a few more walks, and it’s clear that you’re trying your best not to laugh at his failed attempt. swallowing his pride, he whispers nervously, "could we.. try the hand holding thing again?" you laugh. "I thought you'd never ask."

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA !! - 10/10, would try again.

he is an absolute MASTER at the art of hand-holding. and yes, to him, it is so important that he calls it an art. he is AMAZING at it. he should take a MAJOR at it, because holy cow, the way his hand perfectly intertwines with yours just,,, yes.

it’s the way his eyes look at you with all of the love in the world, it’s the way he communicates with them and knows exactly what you’re thinking at a single glance. it’s the fact that he chose the best time of the day and waited another week to see your face because he heard the sunset was most beautiful at exactly this time. it’s how he casually keeps on walking with his hands resting perfectly in yours.

“you look lovely today, baby!”

your cheeks heat up at the sudden compliment, “where did that come from, eijiro?”

he shrugs casually as his thumb brushes over yours. “everywhere! i love the way you walk. i don’t know, it’s just-” he clears his throat, trying to cover his embarrassment. “it’s kind of... a mix of everything?”

you laugh softly. “i’m glad. you don’t look so bad yourself, mr. red riot.”

he smiles proudly and raises his eyebrows in delight, “thank you, baby. now, shall we?” he motions towards an old swingset at the park as another laugh bubbles out of your chest.

“i’d love to, eijiro.”

HITOSHI SHINSOU !! - your hands,,, look like,, hands,,,-

hitoshi shinsou is no love expert. in fact, he’s nowhere close to knowing a single thing about love. all he knows is that when people are in love, they look at each other’s eyes and do romance-y things and kiss and whatnot. but besides that, he doesn’t know much about it. which doesn’t explain to him ANYTHING of why his stomach is rolling over the very idea of holding your hand.

he wants to say something nice about your hands as you two walk across the park, the smell of different pastries filling your nose as you walk along the crisp nght air. okay, say this: can i hold your hand? they look quite lonely.

shinsou practically feels like a genius at the idea and he nearly chuckles to himself in pure delight. he opens his mouth to say something, except a fly buzzes next to his ear and he yelps, “hands!”

your eyes immediately dart to him, “uh,” you laugh. “hitoshi, are you good?”

embarrassment fills his chest as he nods. there’s no way i can ruin it more than i already have,, right? “your hands,” he starts, trying to lower his voice to cover up his sudden outburst from before.

your cheeks heat up, subconciously pretending to not know a compliment was coming ahead.

“your hands,,, look like-” come on. “hands.”

shinsou almost triumphantly laughs before he realizes what he just said. he pinches his nose, pausing and sighs, long and dragged out.

you laugh slightly at that, but you outstretch your hands anyway. “yes, my beautiful lavender boy. they do look like hands, and they’re quite heavy. care to hold them?”

it was shinsou’s turn to blush. “absolutely.”

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shotorozu · 3 years

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attractive things you do a lot

[sorta milestone celebration, but also something i made during todo’s birthday]

character(s) : multiple; five or more.

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, hinted to have a strong quirk but it’s not mentioned alot

post type : headcanons + scenario [fluff, the mildest of spice.] third year au! but it’s nothing nsfw, so no need to worry.

note(s) : i was planning on doing denki, tamaki, monoma, and 2 other characters— but my idea train stopped at shinsou so i’m sorry about that! just let me manifest some ideas rq, and i’ll make a part two.

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todoroki shouto

eye contact is so attractive to him, he can’t explain it’s exact details

it’s definitely the way the both of you guys can practically read each other’s expressions just by staring into each other’s eyes it’s sorta telepathic?? im half joking

he absolutely loves the way you look away bashfully when you realize he’s staring at you— as you try to pretend he wasn’t just staring at you not so discreetly

and if you feel like it, you’ll stare back at him— totally teasing him with your eyes, as he slowly realizes that you’ve caught him staring

really adores your thinking face for some reason, you could be plotting about giving bakugou a knuckle sandwich, and shouto would just stare like “my s/o’s so attractive :))”

another thing he really likes is when you hold onto his hand, dragging his left side to your face whenever you feel colder than usual

you practically do the same thing when it’s too hot, and he doesn’t care if you’re sweaty or not. nope, not one bit.

he always found it attractive when he sees you bop your head to songs you really like. shouto just really likes seeing you enjoy yourself.

an extra to the cool/hot bit, he makes you run towards his direction by turning off the ac/heater.

last but not the least, his heart swoons when you kiss his scar. he has always been insecure about it, and you have helped him a lot!

mild spice here— whenever you bite your lip, his heart skips a beat

your lips are just so perfect to him, the shape, size, and color. so biting your lip does something alright. he doesn’t know what exactly though.

to conclude this, todoroki’s just whipped for you— it’s very noticable when he finds you extra attractive.

midoriya izuku

he loves seeing you hyped about something you’re really interested in.

like todoroki, seeing you enjoy yourself genuinely makes him content. his s/o having their own interests is really big for him

strength is something he admires (but he’s not power hungry like end*avor, don’t get confused).

so no, it doesn’t just reflect on your strong and capable quirk—

no. it’s so much deeper than that to him, seeing that you can overcome challenges makes his heart swoon

when you tilt your head when listening to him- omg. he might just short circuit from the way you’re looking at him intensely.

he likes it a lot when you reach for his hand, enveloping your hand against his

an extra point if you pay extra attention to the callouses and scars on his hands— purposely rubbing a thumb across his scars

fixing his tie.

like.. [SIMP SCREAMS] he doesn’t really know how to fix it properly, but if you do it for him— he’ll start imagining a rather domestic life so BWNDNWNS warn him

mild spice here— but he loves seeing you fix your hero costume?? there’s something about it that makes him refuse to look away. he thinks you’re very hot btw

but the top tier? it’s when you get along with his mom, and children

like.. you don’t have to be good with them, but you should at least be nice to them! midoriya’s deal breaker is if you don’t get along with his mom so.. you really have to in this relationship

bakugou katsuki

when you put him back in his place- well.. let me explain this one

people are so easily intimidated by him, so people don’t talk at him when he says some shit

so he’ll be genuinely surprised if you talk back at him, because it shows him that you're not afraid of him (and that’s important in a relationship with bakugou)

when you put his face in his palms. he’ll scowl and tell you off, but he actually likes holding your face in his palms

his hands are naturally clammy, so he’s secretly so insecure about them, and if you show him that you really don’t care- then.. that’ll keep him up at night.

same thing with shouto, but if you run to him for warm in colder weathers, that’ll give him an ego boost.

knowing that you’ll only look for him, whenever you feel cold makes him feel all “mushy” inside. again, like how bakugou is- he’ll pretend he absolutely despises it but he’ll actually love it.

mild spice here- but seeing you all worn out, panting under him when he spars with you is something that’ll leave him speechless for the rest of the day. man can’t stop thinking about it, and he has to restrain himself.

last but not the least- it’s when you touch/play with his hair.

YUUUP.

so unexpected because he never lets anyone touch it, sometimes not even his own mother.

but the only hands that are touching the ash blond mesh that is his hair is you.

do whatever with them. create small braids, comb it, tie it with a scrunchy, straighten it. really- he has trust in you

he’s just so whipped when you do it, and it calms him down.

kirishima eijirou

when you call him manly 🤠

and when you do things he considers as ‘manly’ like going out of your way to train your quirk— and helping him study for something he doesn’t quite get and when you succeed

another ‘manly’ thing is when you manage to encourage him— because he himself had confidence issues

so if you do that, he’ll be planning the wedding asap

whenever you just make grabby hands at his hair— wanting to style his hair

oh and if you wanted to redo his roots (if they grow back) then he’ll let you <3 because he absolutely adores it

when you start tracing his jawline when you’re staring at him. he was very caught off guard when you did this for the first time

but he absolutely loves the sensation.

stretching before any exercise! just the way you twist yourself with ease.. he’s mesmerized

he stares a little too much, to the point he gets called out by bakugou multiple times

a little spicy here — he likes your teeth. normal teeth, canine teeth, fangs, whatever!

doesn’t matter if you’re bite your lip, or runnig your tongue along the edge of a tooth. are you trying to seduce him?

he will be seduced 💀 face practically rivalling his faux red hair, trying to avert his gaze— thinking about how pretty you just looked like.

last but not the least!

back hugs. he’s such a fan of them, regardless if you’re taller than him, or shorter

surprise him, and he’ll turn around with this big dopey smile— and he’ll trap you in his arms

shinsou hitoshi

okay, if you randomly send him pictures of yourself (either your prettiest pictures, or the weirdest pictures) he’ll be so in love

like— just look at you! you’re gorgeous to him (saves every singe candid photo you’ve send him)

this is a really weird one but.. when you pick up things with your feet (bonus points if you do it with ease.)

when you start fixing your hair, doing whatever to it— he’s just in awe. (have you hypnotized him with your beauty?)

get him things for his hair like headbands, scrunchies, little barretts and pigtails

he’ll keep it in for as long as he can— since his hair is a little wild, a little braid or ponytail wouldn’t hurt, right?

spice warning (?) whispering into his ear makes his heart pound 10x faster like.. are you trying to kill him?

his quirk gave him a habit of listening to someone’s voice.. a little too much.

SO IF YOU WHISPER IN HIS EAR, HE’LL STOP FUNCTIONING :) do whatever with that info tbh

last but never the least— when you support him, and his journey to becoming a hero

because people have told him that he’ll never be a hero because his quirk was too villainy

nope. you think differently, and that’s what he thinks is most attractive about you.

the ability to support and believe him, even if his quirk seems a little misleading.

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i do not own bnha/mha and it’s characters. boku no hero academia/my hero academia belongs to horikoshi kohei. i only own the writing.

do not plagiarize my work :))

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warmau · 3 years

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a sour taste makes its way down jisung's throat

he pulls the candy out of his mouth and scrunches his face up

"did this shit expire?"

renjun's lips thin, "since when have you started cursing?"

chenle harks on the grass beside the other two

"ever since he got dumped."

jisung doesn't disagree.

out of everyone to pick up on his change of habits, it'd be his best friend.

he doesn't like to admit it, but the breakup that launched the beginning of his summer has made him feel different

bitter, angry, empty

he's sure if he told someone older like his parents or a professor they'd explain that it's normal.

it's part of growing up to have to process these horrible emotions and learn to feel them less extremely.

that somehow doesn't comfort jisung at all, why is it his fault that being young makes everything feel more vivid? the shatter of the heart in his chest and all the little pieces wedged up in his veins hurt so bad.

"jisung, you'll find someone better."

renjun ties his shoelaces and gets up, he's still chewing on the taffy they brought from the corner store.

jisung follows and he's never been so awkward about his budding height more than he is now

"i doubt that, i don't think i could find anyone better than my first love."

chenle gives a depressed sounding laugh and renjun starts a spiel about how he's being dramatic and silly

the sounds gloss over in jisung's ears, he tosses the candy he'd spit out and the wrapper over his shoulder

"you shouldn't litter."

three sets of eyes turn to the voice, you stand there with your gym bag over your shoulder on a path a little way down from the grassy hill the boys are on

you look at jisung with an unwavering gaze that drops to where he assumes the candy wrapper landed

you bend down and pick it up, shake your head and walk away

jisung follows your figure through the park as renjun and chenle mutter about how you're kind of right but kind of rude

"do you know them?"

jisung asks and renjun taps the bottom of his chin

"i think ive seen them at the tennis courts."

jisung doesn't know what it is about you.

he mistakenly thinks it is dislike that breeds curiosity when he shows up at the public tennis court the next day

you're out on the court with a group of middle schoolers, showing them the right way to swing a racket

jisung leans against the shade of a tree as you go through each step slowly and then have the kids copy you one by one

when you make a sudden movement to turn in the direction he's standing, he slinks behind the trunk

this is so fucking weird, im being a creep

he doesn't have anything to do for the rest of the day, or the rest of the summer, but still he cringes at himself

i should find something better than staring at a goddamn stranger. chenle was right, im cursing way too much.

so he leaves and he doesn't come back

but he visits the park for the next week with the slight hope that your path will cross with him on accident

not that he entertains that as actual hope - just that curiosity that nips at his heel like a cat asking to be feed

on day seven it happens

jisung is staring up at the expanse of the warm blue sky and you're walking from the direction of the tennis courts, you pause to check your phone and jisung springs to his feet

he's in front of you before he really knows what to even say

you don't look as freaked out as he was scared you might, you actually just blink and then point your finger at him

looks like they've got bad habits just like me

"you're the boy who litters!"

"i don't usually litter, i was just in a bad mood that day."

"doesn't excuse throwing your garbage around."

"is that why you remembered me?"

you slip your phone into the pocket of your duffel bag and shake your head

"no, there's another reason."

jisung itches to ask why but he realizes now that this conversation is going exponentially better than it could have

you could have said something like get the hell away from me....or who are you?

"do you want to walk with me for a little bit?"

fuck, i should have just asked why - asking them to walk is weirder

"why not."

you and jisung do loops around the park - it's pretty big so by the time you're on the third loop the night lamps are coming on and the sun is slowly disappearing

you two have talked about everything and nothing at the same time

jisung asks you if you're going to be at the park tomorrow

"i teach a summer tennis course for the park three times a week, but tomorrow is my off day."

"have any plans?"

he puts his hands in his pockets because they're sweating - i should have asked if they wanted me to carry their bag while we were walking. god did getting broken up with make me so stupid too?

"are you asking me out?"

jisungs palms stick to the fabric of his pants

"i got broken up with before summer started."

he blurts out before he can take it back, you poke your tongue into your cheek

"me too."

the genuine surprise makes jisung look younger than he is and you cross your hands over your chest as if you regret sharing the information

"sorry, i have to go."

you edge around him and jisung has one million thoughts run through his brain, how he should apologize or ask for your number or suggest something that could heal you both in the snap of this one summer minute

but instead he watches you walk ahead for a whole two minutes before you turn on your heel and uncross your arms

"can you meet me here at noon?"

"tomorrow?"

jisung feels the sweat on the nape of his neck now too, matching the moistness on his palms

"no, in twenty years. yes - tomorrow."

he nods and you don't give him anything else to work with as you disappear and jisung catches the last little slither of sunlight wave goodbye with you

"are you rebounding already?"

chenle's voice comes through the headphones as jisung clicks on a zombie with his mouse and shoots it

"it's not a rebound - we both got dumped so i thought we could like...FUCK! i died dude."

chenle groans

"maybe they can help you fix this cursing problem, but uhhh it totally sounds like a rebound to me."

jisung thinks about that as he waits for you at the park

rebounding has actually never even occurred to him as a possibility.

then again falling head over heels and getting tossed aside by the person he thought was his soulmate also never occurred to him as a possibility either - especially not before he's even managed to graduate university

but using someone to feel better about himself - that just isn't him.

"oh you actually came?"

he stops staring at the grass and meets the half smile you're wearing. he matches it with a shy one of his own.

you take jisung's hand easily - as if you weren't strangers a week ago - and tug him toward the park gates

"where-"

you look over your shoulder

"we have to eat ice-cream on a date."

jisung and you have the same taste, getting the same flavor of ice cream with a hard no to sprinkles. you tell jisung about this kid you teach privately for tennis and how he's a little rich brat but his parents always tip you nicely. jisung tells you that his best friend is chenle and they met when he nearly broke an elbow on the first day of middle school.

jisung pays for your bus ticket into the busier part of the city, you beat him at a couple of arcade games, and then he absolutely crushes you at mini-basketball. you pile all your tickets together and jisung tells you to pick the prize you want.

he watches you as you scan the cheap toys and then turn to your left where a younger girl is trying to see if she has enough for a sad looking stuffed panda

you dump the tickets into her hand and grin when her whole face lights up, jisung walks out behind you and goes

"you're actually nice aren't you?"

"oh - you didn't think i was nice when we first met?"

"i-"

jisung stutters when you look directly at him

"i just mean you- it was nice what you did in the arcade."

"why did your ex break up with you?"

jisung's world sort of stops for a moment. you still haven't looked away and he gets lightheaded by the sudden question.

"i don't know."

you nod, as if the answer is what you expected, and you take his hand again and make way toward the bus

he curls his larger fingers around yours and is silently thankful you don't ask for any more details

actually you both don't say anything the ride back, even though you rest your head on his shoulder the entire time

your hands are still clasped together and jisung finds himself not wanting to let go even when you stop in front of the park again

"thanks for the date."

you unwind your fingers first and jisung swallows

"do you want to go on another one?"

you shake your head

"sorry, i don't think i can do this more than once."

genuine shock sets in on jisung's face

"w-what do you mean?"

"i know being heartbroken makes you lonely, it makes me lonely too, but i can't just be someone's summer fling and get abandoned again. plus jisung -"

you tilt your head with a small laugh

"i think you're really cute and if we do this again i will start liking you seriously."

what the fuck do i say?

jisung thinks the summer heat in the air constricts around him - especially when he can't open his mouth to answer and you give a solemn wave as you turn and start to disappear down the sidewalk

fuck fuck fuck fuck

the curses start to hurt his brain and jisung breaks into a sprint to catch you before you make it to the end of the block

slipping his hand back into yours and spinning you to face him

"im not going to abandon you. and i - i already like you so please let me take you on another date."

the words fall out like letters into alphabet soup and you stare wide-eyed at him for about a second before you lean in and kiss him

and jisung forgets the entire language he's spoken since he was a child, curses and vulgarity gone with it

the second date comes and goes, then the third, and then the fourth, fifth, and sixth.

jisung watches you give tennis lessons and you even tug him onto the court one day to help with picking up the scattered balls off the court

the younger kids you teach really adore him, tall and smiley, they cling to him more than they do to you

and there really isn't any way you can stop them because soon enough you feel that urgency to be near him always too

it might be because jisung is so different from your ex, and you are so different from his

the reality is that when you finally tell each other what happened before your respective summers started

it turns out - it's almost exactly the same

jisung looks up at you as you lay across him in the tall grass of an empty corner of the parks sprawling fields, your tennis equipment abandoned and his shoes sitting beside yours in a lazy heap

"they just told me one day i wasn't enough."

you bury your face in his chest and sigh

"maybe im not, maybe something about me is still missing."

the tenor of his voice is sad and you put both hands on the grass to lift yourself up above him, you stare down into the prettiest eyes you've ever seen on a boy in your life

"shuttup park jisung. nothing is missing from you. you're enough."

he gives you a goofy smile and you want so badly to smile back and kiss him but you take the moment seriously and add

"remember when you asked me if i only remembered you because i caught you littering like weeks ago?"

the furrow of his eyebrow is enough of an answer

"i said there was another reason."

he sits up and you fall gently back against his knees and lap, jisung opens his mouth as if to ask what it was but you put your hands on both his cheeks before he can

"that reason was because i could see all of you - people tend to be shrouded in something, but it was all on your face the moment you made eye contact with me. jisung - you're the farthest person i know from being incomplete. you're you and no one else."

the weight of your words comes crashing down on you a second later and you get up off of jisung in a fit of embarrassment

even though you meant what you said it felt like something of a wedding vow than something you say someone you've been dating for only a month

but jisung just breaks into a bigger smile - he pulls you back down into a hug that gets you both covered in grass stains

"im so happy"

you smell the fabric softener on his t-shirt and suddenly wish you could slip it off of him and put it on yourself

his hands tighten around you

"i always thought the other reason was because i was ugly or something."

you scrunch up your nose and tell him to be quiet, but jisung just laughs and buries his nose in your hair

the rest of the summer is smooth and the happiest one you've had so far - and jisung, who had thought it would be hell, agrees

renjun points out that he hasn't heard jisung even utter the word 'damn' since he started dating you

and chenle cuts in that it's true - now whenever they game jisung just groans into the mic (or abandoned the game completely to fool around you with - as it is in chenle's imagination)

you notice it too, and you notice how everyday jisung grows further from the heartbreak that he had festered on for so long

and just becomes more open with you

on your last day at your summer job and what feels like the last day of summer in general, jisung picks you up with balloons

you both hand them out to the kids you worked with and keep one shaped like a big red heart tied around your wrist as you two walk through the dimming evening of the park

fall is coming, your shoulders shake and jisung pulls you closer into him, and when he stops suddenly

you see that you're in the place where you first met - when jisung had let that candy wrapper tumble down a grassy hill and you had picked it up with disdain

"is untying the balloon and letting it float off considered littering?"

he asks and you think for a second

"probably, it'll get stuck in a tree somewhere and we don't want that."

he looks down and leans in to kiss you gently, letting your lower lip sit between his teeth for a moment before he pulls away

"can we do it anyway to make the moment special?"

you look at him, eyes clear as day, and answer

"every moment is special with you."

jisung manages to get ten of those red balloons through the door of your shared apartment on your tenth anniversary

you fret about how balloons are bad for the environment, but still launch yourself at him in a big hug when he gets them all settled into your living room

he catches you, laughing as you both muse that you can't believe it has been ten years since you met

"and i haven't cursed once since then - can you believe it?"

you roll your eyes and say yeah sure, like he didn't curse when he stubbed his toe on your bed this morning

he pouts his lip and asks, "play along ok - just say i haven't cursed once."

"you haven't cursed once in the ten years we have been dating."

something twinkles in jisung's eye and you bite back your lip

"exactly - so is it ok if i curse this one time and say-"

he fishes something out of his pocket that looks like a small box, you think your breath catches in your throat

"i fuc-freaking love you - will you marry me?"

#i know this is read from jisung's perspective in the beginning but i didn't know how else to get across the like cursing thing #if i wasnt writing from his kind of vision but like the turning point shifts to the reader #anyway none of you give a fuck so ill stop talking #nct scenarios #nct dream scenarios #park jisung #jisung scenarios #jisung au #jisung imagines #nct imagines #nct dream imagines #nct dream au #nct dream #sfw #cursing/#nostalgia

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that-one-weeb-but-starwars · 3 years

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They met in the rain| Hunter

Note: god I love this one, also RIP grammar I did this on my phone on a farm

Warnings: mentions of basically space pornhub but nothing really explicit, Hunter figuring out what his sexuality is and making very unreasonable conclusions because hes basically scared bc well I do that too

Reader: male

Masterlist

Hunter stood under the oning. The rain heavy and droplets big. A asortment of marigolds in his hand looking for the girl he was ment to meet, he himself dressed up in polished armour, he didnt have many chlothes to choose from so polished and clean armour seemed the best option.

Yet the more he waited the more disappointed he became, and hour later no one showed up, two hours later still no one. He sighed.

Why?

"Hey! Mind me taking a spot next to you?" A man asked rushing under the oning.

Hunter nodded as the man stood next to him hair once done nice soaked and stuck to his face his chlothes soaked. It was quiet between the two.

"You okay?" Y/n called over the rain.

"Huh?" Hunter questioned, "I'm. Fine."

Y/n frowned, "You don't seem very fine."

Hunter sighed, "date stand you up too?"

Y/n chuckled, "yeah. Yeah he did."

"He?" Hunter questioned Y/n sighed.

"Yeah. He." Y/n spoke, "he was a real smooth talker too."

Hunter let out a low laugh, "seems we had the same problem."

Y/n looked back seeing a bench, sitting himself down Hunter looked back, Y/n patting the spot next to him. Hunter sat down flowers besides him.

"What's your name?" Hunter questioned.

"Y/n." He smiled, "you?"

"Hunter."

Y/n nodded, "you're a clone, a...Sargeant am I correct?"

Hunter looked over at him a bit shocked, "uh, yeah."

"I had a good friend that was a clone. He went missing a while ago. Taught me everything I know today." Y/n spoke.

"What was his name?" Hunter questioned.

"Kix." Y/n spoke.

"You were a republic medic." Hunter responded.

Y/n nodded, "you knew kix?"

"Not much we did one mission together." Hunter admitted, "loyal to his brothers."

Y/n nodded, it becoming silent between the two, Hunter felt good, someone that understood his struggle of being an outside besides him.

"So. When did you start dating guys?" Hunter blurted out causing Y/n's head to turn, "Wait! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that-"

"No. No." Y/n laughed, "its okay. You know Kix asked me that exact way, think it confused him a little bit at first as I was dating a female twilek just before hand,"

"Oh." Hunter spoke quietly, "You...you can date both?"

"Um. Yeah." Y/n spoke, "why not?"

"Dating anybody wasnt really allowed in the GAR. Especially-"

"Within clone ranks. Right." Y/n spoke, "I kind of forget about that stuff sometimes...this was your first date then?"

Hunter nodded, Y/n frowning, stood up on his first date. Wow.

"Right now Im thinking it would of been better to ask you out rather than her." Hunter spoke with a nervous smile but then immediately started to correct himself, "Well! Not- It's not, I"

"Its okay. Really." Y/n smiled, " Dating is hard."

Hunter looked away from him and down at his hands. His mind running through the conversation over and over, Y/n dated a man and a woman, and seemed perfectly happy with it. He felt dirty for even dating a woman, sure clones had...needs, but he had always taken care of them himself. Hunter wouldnt lie, when he had to take care of his needs with a video or two to help. He found himself gazing in a different direction each and every time. It mostly started with females dominating over males, then leaned towards men being well- pegged. He found it okay, it was still a woman and man, just different. Then he had found male on male videos, the idea of someone ontop of him in such a way made his climaxs much more intense the idea of someone grabbing his face and making him look up at him with such deep and mysterious eyes made with a strong grip of a males hand made him go crazy. But well. He had brothers.

What were they going to think? And Omega? That little girl who has his heart, a daughter in his eyes. What would she think? That he was gross? That he was werid? That he would try and advance on his brothers? Unreasonable things had started going through his head. But he always seemed to boil them down to just fantasies. Something that would never have, like a dream. That would be until he seen a man at Cid's bar, sure a girl on each arm a firm grip on there waist as he was obviously wealthy, but that didn't matter, his eyes were a a crazy purple color, his voice was smooth and deep, and well. He...he was mind blowing to Hunter. The man walked up to them, taller than Hunter, and a deep chuckle on his words as he explained the job he wanted done. Hunter luckily managed to cover his red ears with his bandanna and act normal.

Thats not what he wanted, a flirt? Sure a bit. But he wanted a relationship, a loving partner and as cliche as he thought it was he wanted a story book romance. He found himself even more in a pickle when he started looking at both women and men in the same light. Confused and conflicted he shut himself off, any one to advance him for such a relationship or act he turned away or walked away before he could be asked.

But this girl? Man was she the one. She'd come to cids bar to ask just for him, bring the boys the cookies and all, he thought they had something, but he supposed not. Not a comn link chatter, or a woman in sight. Just him and Y/n, sitting on a bench with then rain infront of them.

"Hey? You-"

"Go on a date with me." Hunter blurted out once again, his body even leaning forward toward Y/n in such a way.

Y/n blinked in confusion, "Im. I'm sorry." He laughed a bit out of shock.

Hunter retracted back, Y/n quickly stopping his by grabbing his hand.

"Hey,wait you just shocked me is all. You were all quiet for a mintue there." Y/n told him, Hunter's face and ears red.

"I. Im sorry." Hunter told, he was never this shy, stuttering in such ways.

"Am I your first male date?" Y/n questioned Hunter just nodded Y/n smiling smally.

"I'm honored, and would love to go on a date with you." Y/n smiled, "how about we go now?"

Y/n stood up Hunter's hand in his picking him up to his feet.

"Come on! We can go to a caf shop! Or watch a holo movie!" Y/n tried to pursuade.

"Now?" Hunter questioned.

Y/n nodded, "I think we're both free and dressed for the occasion anyways."

Hunter chuckled, it felt good to laugh and Y/n smiled.

"Yeah. Let's do it."

Y/n smiled, "lets go then! Come on! A new Vemon holo just came out!"

Hunter laughed as they went hand in hand running down the street to tried and pass the rain as quick as possible.

Hunter was glad, he had found someone who made him genuinely happy in such a hard time. Someone that understood him to a degree. Someone as simple as a stranger, and if others didnt like it well, who cared? Many people never cared about clones anyways. Hunter felt safe hand in hand with this man he had met in the rain.

#star wars #the bad batch #star wars: the bad batch #sw: tbb #hunter x you #hunter star wars #hunter x reader #the bad batch hunter #star wars hunter #hunter the bad batch #hunter #hunter x y/n #hunter x male reader #sw x male reader #tbb x male reader #male readers need more fanfic tbh #star wars x male reader #male reader

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lilysdaydreams · 3 years

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The Artist and The Musician

→ I do not claim to know corpse- therefore please don’t think that this is what he would actually act like, or that any details about his life are actually true. this is fiction.

→ Pairing: Corpse Husband X Fem!Reader

→ Genre: Fluff.

→ Words: 5.6k

→ Request: Hey! It’s me again lmao I was curious maybe like sykunno or raes little sister (like 2 or 3 years younger) meets the group and her and corpse just click. How would either of them react to them hearing the news that their little sis is dating corpse and like they’ve moved in together and everything idk I thought it’d be cute💛

→ Warnings: Swearing.

→ Authors Note: Its been a hard couple of weeks and im really sorry that this took so long to be done but depression rlly hit me and I could barely move myself. I hope you enjoy this, and if you do, please comment some words of encouragement or feedback 💛

→ if you have some spare change , consider buying me a coffee.

You sighed as you finally dropped the last box in your new room, stretching to get rid of the pains in your back. Grabbing your phone, you moved over to Sykkunos room, knocking before sticking your head in.

"You want subway?" you asked when he looked up from the computer. He nodded with a quick smile, and as you closed the door behind you, you could hear him talking to the stream, letting them know that it was just his sister. Quickly ordering on Ubereats, you slumped on the sofa, closing your eyes and resting for a bit.

You had decided to move in with Sykkuno a month ago, the same week you'd decided to drop out of college. It wasn't something your parents were happy with, but after seeing how big your art and business had gotten, they had let you drop out. You'd dropped out and moved to LA, moving into an apartment with Sykkuno since he had to leave the OTV house. Sykkuno had moved in a week earlier which was why his room and computer was all set up. You'd only moved in today, spending a few weeks at home with your parents before leaving for LA. Stretching, you grabbed your phone, checking how long it would be until the food came, and then clicking on Instagram. Your most recent post was of this morning, a photo of you sitting on top of half the boxes in your room, throwing a peace sign at the camera. Sykkuno had taken it for you, the whole process taking 10 minutes cuz you made him take it at 45 different angles. Scrolling through the comments, you liked a few, replying to the ones by your best friends.

@selinaissss: "HOW DARE YOU LOOK THIS PERFECT AT 8 IN THE MORNING????"

→ @junefarie: i look like a racoon dont u dare

@onlyalyssa: "we need a house tour"

→ @junefarie: bitch I dont even have a bed yet

You grabbed the subway order when the bell rang, saying a quick thank you to the delivery man. You left yours on the table, and went to Sykkunos room, yelling "Sykkuno catch!" before throwing it at him, giggling as he leapt forward from his chair to catch it. Closing the door softly behind you, you jumped onto the couch, sitting cross-legged, grabbing your sketchbook and pencils from your backpack and setting them on your lap. It was time to wind down a bit.

It was a week later and you had unpacked fully, now focusing more on creating new pieces of art for a shop update. You were also working on some designs specifically for shirts and hoodies. Sykkuno found you in front of your computer, blanket wrapped around you and glasses perched on your nose as you emailed the manufacturer you were working with for the hoodies.

"Un, y/n?" he said hesitantly knocking on the door. You spun around in your chair, raising your eyebrows at him. "What's up?"

He walked in, sitting down gingerly on the edge of the bed and you got your water from the table, taking a sip as you wait for him to talk.

"I um- You know how I- I play Among Us right?" he asked, scratching his neck.

You hummed in response, urging him on with a nod. Sykkuno was almost never this nervous around you. Most of the time, you guys talked normally, joking and teasing each other. For him to be stuttering around you, he must have been extremely nervous.

"Well, you know Rae right? She um, she asked me to make a lobby," he said, standing up and pacing now. You furrowed your brows, confused as to where this was going.

He was explaining what a lobby was (which what the fuck, you watched his streams, of course you knew what a lobby was, why was he explaining that) when you cut him off, getting up and grabbing his shoulders to stop him.

"Hey, what's wrong?" you asked, holding his shoulders with both your hands.

He sighed and slumped into you, his head coming to a rest on your shoulder.

"Rae asked me to make a lobby and it's the first time I've ever made one and I'm really nervous about it. I've already invited people, but um I was wondering if you wanted to join as well? I- It would help me to have you there." he muttered, the words muffled as he spoke into your shoulder.

"Me?" you asked, a little shocked because you had never played among us before.

He nodded against your shoulder.

"Um sure!" you said, wrapping your arms around his middle, "It'll be fun!"

"And hey," you added on when he didn't say anything after that, "I can meet all your friends as well!"

He finally lifted his head a little, smiling as he muttered out a quick "Thanks y/n."

"However," you added, jumping back onto your seat and wiggling your eyebrows at him. "You have to buy me pizza for tonight's dinner."

He chuckled, grabbing his phone and already mutterng the order to himself as he opened up the ubereats app and walked out of the room.

You turned back to the laptop humming a tune under your breath. From interactions like this, most people would probably assume that you were older but the truth was that Sykkuno was 5 years older than you. Your roles were reversed and you were probably more protective over him than anyone else. Once in high school a girl had called him cute and asked him for his number only to write it on the bathroom walls. After the first three prank calls, you'd taken the phone from him yelling at anyone who called that if they called again, that you'd personally track them down and shove a dildo up their ass.

Both of you had always been close, but with the amount of bullying and teasing he got in high school, you'd got even closer, eventually becoming his best friend in a way. Seeing Sykkuno grow as a person, get new friends who were genuinely nice and kind made you the happiest person alive. When Sykkuno had first started streaming you'd been worried, scared that people online would say something mean. When he had first started streaming with other streamers and then met Lily and all his other friends, you had been anxious, worrying that they might only be putting up a friendly facade. You were also the happiest though when he grew even closer to them, when he smiled more, laughed more, talked more.

You had yet to meet or talk to any of his friends, mostly because you'd been in college, and the pandemic had made it harder. Maybe it was finally time.

The day came and you sat in your room, once again a blanket wrapped around you, glasses perched on your nose as you accepted the discord invite Sykkuno sent you.

"DO I GO IN THE CHAT THINGY?" you yelled to Sykkuno, hearing a "YES" before clicking on the voice chat.

You mumbled a "hello", wondering if your mic was on.

"Hey, yeah I can hear you y/n."

Breathing a sigh of relief, you logged into the game, smiling as you heard sykkuno introduce you to his chat. "Hi everyone," you said, feeling a bit weird only talking to a screen. You rubbed your hands, a little nervous to be doing this.

Just then someone else joined and before you could even speak another three people joined as well, all of them yelling hello as they joined.

"He- Hey guys, how's everyone doing?" started sykkuno.

"Im doing great oh my god, guess what guys, I'm-" started Rae, cutting herself off. "wait, whos um "ms snores a lot"?

You were a bit confused for a second, furrowing you eyebrows for a second before realising what had happened.

"SYKKUNO YOU ASSHOLE WHAT THE FUCK?" you yelled, staring at the name underneath the voice channel that you now realised belonged to you. You could hear Sykkunos laughter from the other room but you just spluttered indignantly. He was the one who had set up everything on your computer yesterday because technology was something that you rarely messed around with.

"Sykkunooo" you whined, when he kept laughing, "How the fuck do I change it now?"

"Um wait, sykkuno who is this?" asked Rae, the other three echoing her. You glanced at the names and from the voices figured out that it was Rae, Toast, Sean and Corpse in the lobby.

"Hey okay, so guys this is my sister, her names y/n and we recently moved in together, so I asked her to be in the lobby because... um.." he said stuttering at the end to find a reason.

"Because he wanted to embarrass me apparently!" you exclaimed, giving him a way out.

"Oh god, um - you can change it in settings, at the bottom near where your name is."

"Ahhh," you said finding it and then simply typing in your art business name.

"Its nice to meet everyone by the way," you started. "I've been watching your videos for ages so it almost fels like I already know you"

Raes voice started in your ears and you winced at the volume befoe turning it down a bit.

"I would love to say that Sykkuno has told us a lot about you, but the truth is that he keeps a lot of secrets and I didnt even know he had a sister, I AM SO SHOCKED RIGHT NOW"

You gasped. "Sykkuno what the fuck, you didn't even tell Rae?"

"You told me not to tell a lot of people!" he protested.

You heard someone saying "they're so different!' but you ignored it and kept talking.

"Yeah at the start! and on stream! I can't believe you never even said you had a sister." you spluttered out, followed by another gasp.

"Are you embarrassed of me?" you whispered dramatically.

"N-What no of course not!" he exclaimed, and you could also imagine how wide his eyes would have gotten.

You giggled before telling him that you were only joking.

"Um since sykkuno is embarrassed of me," you said jokingly, "I'll just tell you myself."

"I'm like five years younger than sykkuno, I'm a June baby, I do art, my star sign is cancer, I'm 5'4, I recently moved in with sykkuno, and my favourite colour is purple!"

"Oh is that why your username is junefarie? Because you were born in June?" asked Sean.

Before you could say yes, someone else cut in.

"Wait, junefarie?" asked corpse, "like the artist?"

Your eyes widened as you realised that he knew you. Sure you had quite a few followers, but you never expected any of Sykkunos friends to know you from there.

"Um yeah," you said letting out a shocked laugh, "I didnt expect anyone here to know about me."

"Dude, your art is fire!" he exclaimed, voice louder now. "I was honestly thinking of buying a piece soon, I've followed you for ages!"

"Wait, I wanna see as well." whined Rae, "Ima look you up, are you on Instagram?"

"Um," you said still shocked by the fact that somone this big knew you. "yeah I'm on instagram, its just junefarie." you said first replying to Rae, "Um corpse, thankyou so much! thats so nice of yo!"

"Um my art isn't that great yet," you chuckled, embarrassed by all the attention now. "I'm hoping to improve a lot more and I have a bunch of ideas for it as well. I'm hoping to work more now that I moved in with Sy."

"Oh my god, this is amazing," whispered Rae, Toast and Sean echoing her. You ducked your head even though no one could see you. Your cheeks were blazing hot and you pressed your hands to them to cool yourself down.

"Thankyou," you mumbled, not sure what to say.

Someone else entered the lobby, and said "hi" and you welcomed the source of distraction.

"Hi! I'm Sykkunos sister, y/n!" you said , wanting to move away from the topic of your art.

The reply of "sykkuno has a SISTER?" made everyone laugh, successfully moving the attention to Sykkuno and off your art. Finally Sykkuno started the game and you breathed as you lost yourself in the art of gaming.

"OH MY GOD!" yelled Rae as the game ended and everyone appeared in the lobby. "That was like amazing, Y/N I cant belive you pulled that off!"

She was talking about the last game where there was 50/50 between corpse and Sykkuno (because you refused to kill sykkuno when you were imposter) and you somehow managed to convince Sykkuno that it was Corpse.

"Honestly, neither can I!" you exclaimed back staring at your screen, eyes blurring the screen because of how tired you were.

"I can't believe Sykkuno," mumbled corpse. "I literally said I saw her vent and kill toast and Sykkuno was still like "hmmm, I don't think so."

Giggling at Sykkunos yell of "SHES MY SISTER" you yelled out a bye as everyone started leaving and then struggled to find a way to end the call.

"Wait, how do I end it," you muttered to yourself.

You jumped as Corpse talked, not expecting anyone to be there.

"You can see yoru name at the bottom left right? Its above that but a little to the right." he said chucling a little.

"Oh." you said, you cheeks heating up. You didnt know if it was because of him or because you were utterly useless with technology.

"Um thankyou," you said awkwardly.

"No problem."

You exited out of the call, a small smile at your lips.

Sykkunos friends were nice.

After the stream, your fanbase grew, and with it, the number of orders as well. For the next week, you were buried under orders, only leaving the house to go to the post office.

An Instagram post on @junefarie account:

[ID: A photo of y/n and sykkuno standing in the middle of the living room, packages scattered everywhere. Y/n is hugging Sykkuno tight and Sykkuno is staring at the camera, a distressed look on his face.]

Caption: Thankyou so much for all my supporters and all the love shown to me. Sending out loads of orders and I cant wait for you gusy to get yours! Special thanks to @sykkuno for helping me send out orders. luv yu.

Comments:

@Sykisacutie: best sibling duo!

@valkyrae: hope my order is in their as well.

→ I SCREAMED WHEN SY TOLD ME THAT WAS YOUR NAME.

@corpse_husband: sykkuno looks like he's accepted death.

→ @sykkuno: I would have welcomed death at that point

→ @corpse_husband @sykkuno: okay ill be honest, I would have welcomed death as well.

@ariesin: go best friend, go! we need to get together to paint soon !!

→ SOONNNNNN

You flopped onto your bed, every part of your body hurting. Carrying boxes filled with orders down the stairs had tired your whole body, which wasn't used to any exercise at all. That had taken practically the whole day and then you had to clean your room because the mess from the orders had barely left any room to move. You flung your hand to the side, grabbing your phone from the table and bringing it up to your face. The "1:02" was clearly visible on your screen and you unlocked the phone, heading to Twitter. Scrolling through your feed, you liked a few tweets from friends before gearing yourself up and moving to the messages. Ever since you'd played with Corpse, Sykkuno and everyone, you'd been getting a lot of messages. Most of them were just the streamers fans, asking you if you know them or telling you to take care of sykkuno. There were a few though that targeted you, telling you that your art sucked, that they didn't know why Corpse could like my art. You'd taken to deleting them before sleeping so that your inbox wouldn't get cluttered and you could still find any serious requests or messages from your followers. Therefore, you didn't really think anything of it when there was another message from someone with a Corpse icon and you clicked on it only to see the message and gasp, immediately sitting up in bed.

Corpse_Husband → Hey, I was wondering if I could work with you on something? I really love your art and was wanting to commission or collaborate for an album cover or some merch designs. Message me on this number cuz I barely see my dms.

Underneath was a number.

"Oh my god," you whispered, unsure as to what to do.

When you had decided to drop out of college, you had expected hard days. You had expected your normal orders and mostly just improving your art and marketing it more. You had expected long days and not much money in the bank account. You certainly had not expected the immense amount of orders you'd gotten. Along with that, the amount of love and support had taken you by surprise and you had spent the last night crying because of how much love you and your art were getting.

You had also not expected such a big opportunity just landing at your feet.

Quickly you clicked on the number, putting it in your contacts with the name Corpse and then writing a quick message.

"Hey I got your twitter dm! I've personally never done art for merch or album covers but I would love the opportunity!"

You bit your lip, confused as to whether that was enough before deciding it was fine and just sent it.

Your heart beat a little faster as you slumped back onto the bed.

@junefarie Instagram story:

[ID: A zoomed-in picture of a drawing, the only part that was visible was curly hair. The text read: "Working on something SO COOL"]

Your phone was ringing. Stuffing the rest of the pizza in your mouth, you swept your hand over the covers of your bed, trying to find it. With a muttered "aha", you grabbed it and swiped on the call before it ended. Pressing the phone to your ear, you mumbled a "hello", still chewing the pizza bite.

A low rapsy voice came out of the speaker, one that you definitely didn't expect. You choked on the pizza, coughing out pieces onto the bed. Sure you guys had messaged each other a bit (you kinda had to because of the commission), but you hadn't expected him to call out of nowhere.

"Um I hope this isn't a bad time," he said when you didn't respond for a second. Of course, he didn't exactly know that hearing his voice so close to your ear had you frozen for a second.

"Um no," you replied, coughing slightly to clear your throat. "It's fine! What did you wanna talk about?"

"Oh, um I know you're already working on the commission and its looking great! I can't wait to work with the merch team to create something really cool with it, but um-" he broke off for a second sounding hesitant. "I really wanna get another commission done as well."

"Oh?" you said after a second when he didn't reply. "I'd be happy to do another one for you!"

"Uh yeah, but I'm afraid that I might be a bit late, You see I was wondering if it could be done before Christmas?"

You sucked in a breath as you counted the days in your mind.

"Hmm, it depends on how big it is tbh. There's still 2 weeks to go till Christmas so I could fit it in," you mumbled, biting your lip as you remembered the onslaught of orders you still had to send out.

"Well," he started and you smiled a little as the excitement crept into his voice. "You know that Sykkuno, Rae, Toast and me are called the 4 Amigops right? I kinda wanted a portrait of all 4 of us, in our um among us colors, and I basically wanted to print it out and send to each of them for Christmas."

"Aww, that sounds like such a good idea, I'm sure they'll all love it!" you smiled, thinking about how much Sykkuno would appreciate that.

"Uh thanks," he mumbled, "do you think you can get it done?"

"Sure!" you replied immediately. You did have a lot of orders, yes, but like, you could fit Corpse in. If you pulled a few all-nighters. "I'll send you the sketches soon okay?"

"Oh thank god, thankyu so much for this y/n, I really appreciate it. Youre one of my favourite artists and I'm really happy that I could finally commisison you after so long."

"So long?" you questioned. "Since when have you known about my art?"

There was a moment of silence and then "Um, around the time you still posted your sketches and stuff I guess?"

You furrowed your eyebrows thinking for a second before letting out a gasp.

"Corpse that was 4 years ago!"

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, oh my god, I cant believe you've seen those, I was so bad then!"

"No no, they were really good at that time as well! I was so shocked when Sykkuno told us you were his sister because like, I'd been following you for ages and I had absolutely no idea. You guys are like really different."

"Hah yah, Sykkunos so soft, and then there's me. An actual devil."

"Your usernames so different as well! I remember when I first saw a picture of you on your account and I was kind of shocked because based on the name junefarie, I was expecting someone very soft I guess but then you were literally the opposite and wearing actual devil horns."

"Oh god, that was one of the first few photos I posted of myself. that was on Halloween I think,", you took a deep breath still shocked that Corpse had known about you for that long,

"Yeah, I chose junefarie because...”

It was 2 hours later when Corpse said that he should probably be working on his music.

"Oh I'm so sorry," you apologized, "I didn't mean to keep you,"

"Oh no, I um, I liked talking to you."

Your breath caught for a moment and you smiled like a lunatic at your Pokémon covered bedsheets.

"I liked talking to you as well," you whispered out, heart sinking a little as you realized the call would be ending soon.

"Um, do you, maybe want to stay on call? like I'll just be writing and we can just chill?" he asked and you felt like your prayers had been answered.

"yes" you said quickly, not giving him a chance to back out.

He chuckled, and you fell in love a little.

Just a little.

You continued like that, calling each other every few days, talking so much and then at times, not talking at all, simply content with each others company.

He had even started facetiming you, the first time with a mask and then the second without it. You hadn't made a big deal about it, but the first time you saw him, you could barely breathe.

There were five days left until Christmas when you got the idea.

You were entirely not subtle about it, because, well to be honest, there wasn't a subtle bone in your body.

"Hey Corpse, do you like surprises?" you had asked, in the middle of colouring Raes hair (her hair was the last thing left before you could finally print the goddamn thing)

"It depends," he had murmured after a second, voice sending shivers down your spine like every time. Now whether that was because of his voice or because of him, you weren't entirely sure.

"on what?" you prodded when he refused to answer.

"On whether its a good one or a bad one" he had huffed out.

You had hummed, waited for a second and then blurted out that next question because you did not have a cent of patience.

"So what are you doing at Christmas?"

"Sleeping, if I can manage it," he replied, his voice taking on a sardonic tone, eyes flicking to you on the screen. The only thing he could see though was the top of your head because you had your iPad on the bed and were laying over it as you drew.

"Not with that attitude you aren't," you replied right back, making a small smile appear across his face.

"Hmmm, okay!" you said when he didn't reply.

He looked back over, eyebrows furrowed and mouth opening as he started to question you.

"Hey did you see the video I sent you?" you quickly asked distracting him from his question.

He would probably guess the surprise but that was okay. You only wanted to make a smile appear on his face. And honestly, for someone with anxiety, a small warning of a surprise was definitely needed.

It was Christmas day and you woke Sykkuno up at 6 in the morning with the promise that you'd buy him McDonald's. 30 minutes later, you were both in the car, yelling the lyrics to "All I want for Christmas" at the top of your lungs.

You had told sykkuno of your plan a few days ago and he had smiled at you with that stupid smile, agreeing with a small "alright."

You'd immediately realised that he knew. Even though you pretended otherwise, Sykkuno was the older one and the thing about older siblings was that they always knew.

They always knew.

So there you were, snacks loaded into your car, McDonald's fries practically everywhere, and a cake you had made in the backseat, on your way to Corpses house.

There was a lull in the music, and you were only 30 minutes away from his place, butterflies fluttering in your stomach when Sykkuno asked you a question.

"You like him right?" he murmured, head leaning against the window, eyes closed.

There was a moment of silence as you thought about what to say. Did you like Corpse? Of course, you liked Corpse! He was funny, he was nice, he made you feel like you were the only person that mattered and your heart beat faster than ever whenever he looked at you. Hell, that was through a screen, in real life, it would probably be even worse. So of course you liked him! The question was, did he like you back?

"Yeah," you answered Sykkuno, eyes straight on the road.

A second passed and then he smiled. "Good," he replied. and well. That was that. You sighed.

At least you had your brothers blessing.

Pulling into the apartment building, you breathed in, your heart beating a million times a second and the butterflies in your stomach had turned into snakes. Maybe, maybe this wasn't a good idea at all. I mean, you expected Corpse to get the hint but what if he didn't? and what if he didn't want you to come? Maybe you were being too quick. After all, It'd only been a month since you'd met.

These thoughts plagued your mind as you trudged up the stairs, turning to Sykkuno as you reached the door.

"Maybe we shouldn't have come," you whispered to him.

He looked at you, eyebrows high, "We just travelled two hours to get here. There's no way im going back without at least giving him the print."

"What if he doesn't want us to be here?" you hissed.

"Then we'll go away." he stated, "after we give him the print."

"But what if-"

Before you could even finish your sentence, the door opened and you both jumped, turning to face the person standing in the doorway.

You forced yourself to breathe as you finally saw him. It was him. Wearing a black beanie, half his hair spilling out the sides, stubble clear on his chin... it was him. At that moment, there was only one thought in your mind.

You were gonna marry this man.

"You suck at whispering," he said, and you huffed out a laugh, jumping onto him without even responding. You wrapped your arms around him, not letting go until Sykkuno cleared his throat from behind you.

You turned back immediately, grabbing the stuff in Sykkunos hands so he could greet Corpse too. As they awkwardly did their handshake/fistbump thing, you walked over to the couch behind them, putting down the print and the takeaway bags, and putting the cakebox down on the table.

You turned around to see them both standing there staring at you.

"Surprise?" you said when no one else spoke. That broke the ice a little and you grabbed the print from the couch thrusting it at Corpse.

"Open it. Open it. Open it." you mumbled, your heart beating fast as he carefully ripped the paper off. The smile that overtook his face made your heart immediately calm.

"It's beautiful," he whispered, eyes roaming everywhere, trying to take it all in. Clearing his throat, he nodded his head further into the apartment, mumbling that he was going to put it in the room, eyes still on the print as he walked there.

"You smile is gonna blind me," muttered Sykkuno.

"Oh shut up."

A few hours later, you stood in the kitchen, putting the leftover cake into Corpses fridge. You had all chilled, eating cake and the takeout that you and sykkuno had bought, laughing every few minutes. It felt like you were all on an adrenaline rush. You had facetimed Rae and Toast, Rae shrieking when she realised where you guys were. Sykkuno had just fallen into a nap, still tired from being wakened up so early, you assumed.

You leaned against the kitchen bench, smiling as Corpse walked in.

"Thankyou." he said as he came to a stop next to you, matching your position.

"For what?" you mused, even though you had a good enough idea.

"For the print. For coming here. For making my Christmas, a much happier affair than it has been my whole life." he stated, chuckling at the last point.

You turned your head sideways, and you didn't know what it was, but something about his face made you spurn into action. You grabbed his collar, pulled him down, and kissed him before he could even say anything. It would be too cliche to say that fireworks erupted. And if you were being honest they didn't. Instead, it felt like everything was finally right. You fit perfectly in his arms as they wrapped themselves around you, and you smiled into the kiss as he lifted you up, making you sit at the counter. You twirled the hair at the nape of his neck with your left hand, taking a deep breath in as you both slowed down and pulled away.

"Well," he whispered, "that was unexpected."

You raised a single eyebrow. Honesty you'd done a lot for this relationship. You just drove for nearly 3 hours! If he wanted it to progress, he was gonna have to say it himself.

"But not unwelcome," he continued when you didn't speak. A moment passed, where you could see that he was psyching himself up to say something. Finally, with a heaving sigh, he whispered "Darling, would you do me the honour of being called yours?"

You melted right there.

A nod was all he needed before he grabbed your lips with his again, both of you giggling when he accidentally hit the side of your mouth instead of the lips.

The sound of a picture being taken filled the air, making you spring apart and swing your heads over to the doorway, which had sykkuno leaning against it, his phone in his hand.

"Thank god. Rae and Toast bet that you wouldn't confess until after Christmas, so now they both owe me 20 bucks." he said, now fiddling on the phone. "Dont worry Corpse, I'll add a circle over your face or something."

Your mouth dropped open as you stared at your brother.

"You bet on my love life?" you scoffed, still shocked.

At his nod though, you swung off the bench, marching until you were eye to eye to him.

"I want half the winnings."

Rolling his eyes, he turned back to the living room, jumping onto the sofa.

"C'mon, let's watch one more episode before heading back," he said and you jumped in next to him, patting the space next to you as Corpse came in behind you.

You grabbed Sykkunos hand and squeezed it, letting him know that you were grateful that he didn't make it such a big deal. Leaning your head on corpses shoulder, you smiled to yourself.

You'd have to leave in 30 minutes, to drive back to your parents and spend the rest of Christmas with them, leaving Corpse behind. And that made you a bit sad sure, but it couldn't overpower the feeling of pure happiness at being here. At giving him a happier Christmas. You smiled as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

Nothing could overpower this feeling of absolute happiness.

fin.

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free-pool-trash · 3 years

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disappointment - peter maximoff

i’ve yet again lost my ability to write :D anyway here you go lovelies <3 idek know what this is tbh i just had to post something (it’s not good im sorry I seriously hate this omg anyway im going)

word count: 2k

warnings: senseless angst, WandaVision spoilers, swearing

comments are appreciated <3

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“Are you nervous about the mission tomorrow? ‘Cus I am.” Peter’s voice sounded beside your ear. His head was tucked between your neck and shoulder while his chest was pressed flush against your back, his arms wound tightly around your middle.

With a tired yawn, you rubbed your boyfriend’s forearm soothingly. It was late and you were half asleep but you’d been dating Peter long enough to know that he could never sleep if there was something on his mind. “You’re not even going on the mission tomorrow, baby. Why’re you nervous?” You lazily played with his fingers, stopping them from anxiously drumming against your stomach, as you slurred your words sleepily.

Peter let out a heavy sigh and hid his face against your neck, pecking the skin softly with his lips as he did, “I’m not going, but you are. M’worried about you…”

His confession caused your eyes to flutter open.

Peter Maximoff had the biggest heart of anyone you’ve ever met. He loved hard but he worried harder. So when you heard the slight shake in his raspy voice, you twisted in his grip to face him.

His lips were turned downwards, as were his eyes as he avoided your gaze.

“Pete…” You whispered, moving your arms to wrap around his neck. “I’m gonna be okay. Raven and Charles will be with me the whole time, we’ll be in and out. I promise.” You pressed your lips against his quickly before pulling away to look at him, his brown eyes finally meeting yours, his hands holding you tightly against him still.

“I just don’t get why Charles won’t let me come.” He complained with a childish pout.

You let out a quiet laugh before tugging Peter’s head down slightly so his forehead could rest against yours, “We really need this mutant on our side, Pete. Charles insisted that only X-Men with the “powers of persuasion” are going.” You explained, making air quotes despite the fact he couldn’t see them.

With another light kiss you continued, “And hey, what’s the worst that can happen?”

Peter scoffed at that, scrunching his nose up in distaste, “He could blast the only woman I’ve ever loved into a different dimension.” He grumbled, rubbing his nose against yours.

His worry wasn’t exactly misplaced. There’d been a group of mutants on a warpath lately, one of the group slightly friendlier than the others, albeit, still highly malicious. The man in question had the ability to open portals to other realities, and he’d been using said ability to get rid of anyone who stood in his way.

Charles thought he’d be an asset, Raven thought he should be taken out of the picture and you thought the man was more than just a lackey, like he let on.

So Peter, as much as he liked to overthink, was definitely onto something. There was a huge possibility that, if anyone was going to get blasted into another reality on tomorrow’s mission, it was probably going to be you.

Your mutation was mind control, you could make anyone do anything just by saying the words. Charles’ tactic was to try persuade the mutant and if that failed, yourself and Raven would be brought in to manipulate his decision.

“That won’t happen.” You tried to reassure him, letting your hands run through his hair but Peter remained on edge.

“But what if-“ He started but you cut him off with a gentle tug on his silver hair.

“No buts. I’m gonna go on this mission, it’s gonna be a pain in the ass but it’s gonna be fine. I’m going to come home with not even a scratch on me. Then I’ll find you and you’ll kiss me and welcome me home like you always do.” You rattled off the usual post-mission routine with a fond smile across your lips.

Peter let out a defeated sigh, a smile of his own beginning to form as you placed lazy kisses against his jaw.

“Fine. I believe you. But if you don’t come back I’m gonna be seriously pissed.” He jostled your body, chuckling happily when you let out an airy giggle against his neck. “Don’t go getting any ideas, sweetheart. Even going to a different reality won’t get rid of me.”

You continued placing short kisses against his neck and jaw until you worked your way back up to his pink lips, you ghosted over them with your own, only barely pressing them down and pulling a whine from Peter when you pulled away to look at him with a teasing grin.

“So say your lovely girlfriend does get sent to an alternate reality… would you follow?” Within a second of your question, Peter had flipped your positions so that your back was against the mattress and the man in question was hovering on top of you with a cheeky grin.

“Sweet cheeks, I’d follow you anywhere.” He told you and you giggled at the stupid pet name before pulling him down to kiss you.

Your eyes fluttering shut as you murmured against his lips, “I love you, idiot.”

Softly, Peter tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I love you too.

It was safe to say that the mission was a complete failure. As you’d thought, the mutant Charles wanted to befriend turned out to have plans of his own, one of those plans being to throw you head first into a different dimension, apparently.

As much as it pained you to admit; Peter was right.

Fuck, he was probably going out of his mind with worry. You kicked yourself internally, not believing that you’d actually been careless enough to get caught out by the burly mutant. Not that it was entirely your fault, now that you thought about it actually, it was pretty much entirely Charles’ fault for doing his usual; not listening to you. You warned him it wouldn’t work, yet he sent you in anyway. If he didn’t find a way to get you home soon you’d… well, you weren’t really sure what you’d do. Probably find Peter and tell him you love him then go kick Charles’ ass.

Dreams of giving your professor the biggest telling off of his life came to a crashing halt when you took in your new surroundings. It seemed you’d been regurgated out in the middle of some run down town, if you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought you were still in your own reality, but unfortunately, you did know better.

There was something wrong, or if not already, something was about to go very wrong in the little town. You could feel it. Someone very powerful was about to lose control of themselves. You couldn’t exactly tell the future but you had something of a disaster radar that told you when shit was about to hit the fan.

With nothing else to do, you decided to follow the feeling as it led you to a red car.

Noticing a woman in the driver’s seat, you approached cautiously. When she noticed you walking towards her she rolled down the passenger side window, looking at you with a questioning gaze.

“Sorry to intrude,” You told her genuinely, “It’s just I thought that maybe someone needed help.” You bet around the bush slightly, you knew it was the redhead in front of you that needed help but it wasn’t in your nature to use your powers to demand someone to spill their souls to you.

When her eyes lit up red, you didn’t startle. The feeling of someone poking around your thoughts wasn’t a new sensation to you, Charles seldom knew when to mind his own business, so the fact that the woman before you was reading your mind hardly phased you.

“I’ve got abilities too.” You told her with a small smile before going on, her eyes back to normal and her form more relaxed.

She nodded in understanding, “You’re very far from home, no?” Her tone was sympathetic and you let out a humourless laugh.

“That might be an understatement. Pretty morbid thinking I’ll probably never find my way home.” It was only when you spoke the words that it really hit you that the chances of returning home were slim to none. You’d probably never see the love of your life again, you’d probably have to wave goodbye to any possibility of having a future with your speedster.

Catching onto your miserable train of thought, Wanda leaned over and opened the passenger door for you, motioning for you to get in. Gratefully, you took the stranger up on her offer.

“I’ve lost everything too.” She confessed and you weren’t sure why but you felt the need to comfort her, once again following your instincts, you squeezed her hand and to your surprise, she reciprocated the action.

“My name is Wanda, by the way.” She introduced herself and you responded with a kind smile.

“I’m Y/n. It’s nice to meet you.”

With a deep breath, Wanda squeezed your hand one last time, then turned to face you. “I have to do something. Will you wait here until I come back? I believe we could be of some help to each other.”

“Of course. Take your time, I’ll wait for as long as you need.” You promised her. Watching as she took another shaky breath and got out of the car and made her way towards the foundation of a house.

After about a minute, Wanda fell to her knees. And then you saw nothing but scarlet.

Life in WestView was good. Sure, there were some holes in your memory, but other than that, things were good.

You had a nice house, right next to Wanda’s, your hair seemed to style itself most of the time and the nightmares that plagued you were hardly ever your own. Things were fine.

Being blissfully ignorant was good enough for you for a number of days, until a familiar face caused all of your hopes of living happily unaware to crumble to the ground.

You’d been over at Wanda and Visions house for dinner when he’d knocked on the door. Standing on Wanda’s front porch was the one and only, Peter Maximoff. Your Peter. The person you loved the most and your ticket home.

The second his brown eyes locked on yours you’d been so sure. You would’ve bet your life that the person playing Wanda’s twin was Peter.

Perhaps your fatal flaw was wishful thinking as the hope of your love coming to rescue you, however romantic, was naive.

It hit you like a freight train, that realisation. You were truly and completely alone, for when WestView fell it took all of your hope with it.

He wasn’t Peter and he never had been. Sure, he had his face, his body, his personality and even his superspeed… but he wasn’t him.

When you’d uncovered his true identity with Monica, a part of you shattered on the spot. A familiar, decolate feeling washed over you in the moment and you weren’t sure if you’d even bother to carry on.

It was the kind of gut wrenching feeling of being so disappointed to the point where it physically hurt. It was the pain of truly accepting that he hadn’t actually followed you into another reality, that maybe your love wasn’t strong enough to warrent a visit to another reality and it was the pain of knowing that his life would go on without you.

The X-Men would encourage him to move on and, you had a fair idea of how it would go, he’d fight them relentlessly but eventually he’d cave, he’d let Jean set him up on a date and then he’d go from there, however reluctantly.

And you? You’d simply be a name lost in time. The one they think about, from time to time. You’d be spared nothing more than, “I wonder how she’s doing’ or ‘whatever happened to that girl? Remember the one?”, but life would go on without you.

That sting, you knew, would never leave you. As hope was dangerous and unreliable and painful you made yourself a promise, you wouldn’t hold out for a knight in shining armour to come rescue you. All you could do now was find a way to live. By yourself.

PART 2

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rodeo-boots · 3 years

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Hi there! Im not sure if I've requested from you before have I?

So I was wondering if I could have a one-shot Sadie/F!ChubbyReader? Something sweet that gets steamy.

I was thinking that it could be the readers having a rough time because she thinks she's unworthy of love and the fact that she's into women makes it even harder.

Take your time, no need to rush~

Feel free to message me if you cant/won't do this I understand Xx

You hadn't requested from me before, btw. BUT I really loved writing this one for you! I hope it's what you've been looking for <3 (I also hope there are no more errors left, I only proofread this once)

Rating: Explicit

Words: 2679

Warnings: NSFW, Low Self-Esteem Reader (Body-Image issues)

AO3

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It was one of the rare occasions when camp was quiet, most gang-members fast asleep as darkness spread over Clemens Point.

You had missed the silence, already used to the rambunctious songs, to the laughter and chatter of the others. Even if those good times never were to last.

These days, it was hard to achieve happiness, to feel even remotely safe, your travels East having shaken the entire group to the core.

And sometimes, you wished you had stayed in the West, had bought land and settled down like you've planned, even if that might not have changed a thing.

When it was quiet, like now, your mind often wandered, drifted along with the sounds of rippling water.

It was nice here, better than it had been up at Colter, but you still felt out of place. And no amount of fresh air or crisp water could change that.

With a sigh, you leaned further against the log behind you, your arms crossed in front of your chest where you sat.

At least in the darkness, no one had to stare at you. Had to see you.

You could just be, with no obligations to be appealing to anyone at all.

Never before had Dutch sent you out to distract any targets, to use your good looks on unsuspecting fools like the other women at camp often did. Because you had none. Or so you told yourself.

Of course it was harsh, of course you had other things to offer. But with a couple pounds too many, with chub around your cheeks and your hips, you didn't feel as attractive as you wished you would be.

You envied Abigail, Mary-Beth, Karen, Tilly... if not for their appearance then for their confidence. And Sadie? Sometimes you wished you could walk a day in her shoes, that you could stop caring about what other people thought and put on some pants.

Though you feared you'd only get stared at more like that.

Time went by without you noticing. Maybe you've nodded off somewhere down the line, the sight of the water gleaming beneath the moonlight oddly tranquil and soothing to you.

Your thoughts continued to roam, continued to shift and flow like the water in front of you.

Occasionally, you'd see a fish jump out of the lake, would hear a nocturnal bird taking flight within the nearby trees. And you yearned to be free like them; free of judgment, of society's standards, and your own low self-esteem.

You wondered if they perceived beauty like humans did, if they stared down at the two-legged, wingless creatures, saw long and flowing hair idly whipping in the breeze, or a freckled face and bright eyes and fell in love.

It would be a loss if they didn't, if they were unable to see what you did – and you decided that maybe, being a human might not be all that bad.

Sure, all you could do was behold the beauty around you. You knew you would never get a chance of something more; knew you couldn't compliment the way Sadie's yellow blouse flattered her figure and receive more than a simple "thank you".

It had always been like that – you, finding beauty in another woman, finding beauty in her voice, the sparkle in her eyes and the way she strutted and sauntered along the way. You knew you couldn't change that, knew that you would never be 'normal', but hell, you didn't want to be. If there even was such a thing as normal.

In the past, and even up to the current day, you've struggled with it. With your sexuality.

You had come to terms with it, of course, but you knew that you only stood out more with your chosen way of life. If your body wasn't enough to keep people away, your orientation might just be, and it worried you, what the others might think should you ever come out to them.

It hadn't been your intention to grow upset, your brain doing it to yourself no matter what you tried to do about it.

So you sat and stared out onto the lake, gaze blank as you simply beheld the beauty all around. Watching, and doing nothing, as always.

The sound of boots upon sand drew you out of your thoughts, your head turning to see a familiar figure approaching.

She was tall, slim, her hair braided beneath her hat. A few strands hung loose, though that only held it's special charm.

"What're you doin' out here?" Sadie asked, sitting down on the fallen tree behind you. She kept a bit of a polite distance, crossing her legs as her elbows rested upon her propped up knee.

You swallowed softly, looked back ahead and out onto the wide lake. "Just thinking," you explained, unable to come up with anything else that might explain you being restless and awake at this time of day.

The other woman hummed, her own gaze trailing over the water in front of her.

It appeared black in the dark of night, only little light reflexes showing the movement of the soft waves.

"Did someone say somethin' again?"

Her sudden words brought you back to reality, the silence between you having stretched for a couple minutes before. It wasn't rare that the less pleasant people at camp upset you over your insecurities, pointed out facets of yourself that didn't need to be addressed.

You shook your head, anyhow. Today, that hadn't been the case. Besides, you never knew Sadie paid any attention to the treatment you received. "It's me," you mumbled after a moment of consideration. "Me who made me feel like crap."

And while you huffed at the words you spoke, they were genuine. Oftentimes, it was you who made your life harder than it had to be.

Sadie pushed herself off the log, plopped down into the slightly moist sand by your side. You watched her from the corners of your eyes, unsure what she was intending to do.

But she didn't do anything, merely sat with you and stared out into the water, thinking about what you had said before.

"I did that a lot," she eventually spoke up, turning to face you. "Guess it ain't the same, but I– sat and thought a lot, too. That never seemed to help." She chuckled, but the sound was rather mirthless, her tone more serious than anything.

You had seen her in the past, had seen her sitting outside of camp, far from anyone else. She's had a broken heart to nurse, had a terrible loss to get over, and in the end she had come out stronger than ever.

"You don't gotta tell me, if you don't want. Maybe it'd make you feel better, though."

Inhaling, you thought about her words, wondered if you would even be able to put your innermost thoughts and feelings into words.

Never before had someone asked you to share them, no one ever having as much of an interest in you as that.

"It's nothing," you tried to deflect, tried to invalidate your troubles in order to not burden Sadie with them here and now.

The woman snorted, however, raised a brow as she looked at you. "Don't look like nothin' to me," she pointed out, not impolitely.

"How about this–" she sat up, her back against the log as she gestured for you to come closer, to lean back against her chest.

For a moment you could only stare in disbelief, though you took the chance now that it was offered to you. It had been a while since you've last been physically close to anyone, after all.

"Comfortable?" Sadie asked. You gave her a nod, your heart racing in your chest and beating within your ears.

Holy Shit. That hadn't been how you'd imagined this night would go.

Sadie wrapped her arms around you loosely, rested her chin atop your head. She seemed content herself, seemed like she had wanted to do that for a long while. The thought made your heart skip a beat.

"I know you think you're worse than you are," Sadie spoke up again, keeping her voice low while speaking to you. It was oddly soothing, her usual rough tone sounding more than just pleasant to your ears. "But you ain't bad. Truth be told, I admire you."

That made you pause, your breath catching in the back of your throat. "Me? For what?"

She chuckled kindly, brushing through your hair to tuck a few strands behind your ear. "For knowin' who you are, and what you want. For stayin' true to yourself no matter what anyone says."

Yet again, you hadn't expected her to be all that perceptive, hadn't expected her to know much about you at all. For as long as you've known her, your conversations had been brief, cut short by your occasional shyness and nervosity. Sadie seemed to have read you better than you ever could've thought.

"I..." you weren't sure what to say, or if you should say anything at all. The woman's arms around you were soothing, almost soporific, though the warmth pooling within you made it hard to consider dozing off.

"I always wanted t'know more about you," Sadie continued, nuzzling the top of your head, her lips brushing over your strands of hair. "Wanted to know more 'bout the beautiful woman who's stolen my heart."

You were sure this had to be a dream, that you had passed out after all and your mind was playing tricks on you by now.

But Sadie felt as real as could be, her hot breath in the nape of your neck, her arms around your waist, thighs left and right of your hips. Whatever you had thought of before, all your insecurities and doubts, it all seemed far away by now.

"Me– Me, too," you brought out, confessing to your feelings without directly doing so. Sadie was more bold and confident than you were, was more brave and straight-forward in your eyes. And just like she had said before, you admired her just as well. But most importantly, you were sure you loved her.

Feeling enlivened by her words, empowered by the warmth swelling within your heart, you turned around, straddled her lap and properly looked her in the face. "I think I love you," you properly confessed, cupping her freckled cheeks like you've wished to do for so long already.

She smiled up at you, keeping her hands on your waist for now as she leaned in, and captured your lips with her own.

The kiss didn't last as long as you've wanted it to, but upon pulling away, Sadie spoke up again; "I know I love you." Her smile grew, your forehead resting on hers when you returned the gesture.

Once your lips had met the first time, you couldn't stop yourself from going in for a second kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut, fingertips gliding along Sadie's sides and down to the hem of her shirt. Now that you knew of her feelings towards you, and were fully certain as those within yourself, you only wanted more.

She reacted in kind, teased your tongue with hers when her lips parted ever so slightly, a moan slipping into the kiss. You weren't sure if it had come from you or her, but that didn't matter much, not when your hands soon met bare skin, fingers gripping her sides while her own ran along your thighs.

"You wanna do this right here?" She asked, leaning back a little to capture your stare.

Slightly out of breath, you nodded. Hell, you didn't care where you'd do this, as long as you could feel her skin on yours.

Without missing a beat, Sadie worked on helping you out of your dress, glancing back, only to make sure camp was as quiet as it had been before.

Even if a few drunkards were still milling about, you couldn't care less, your fingers working on her buttons to relieve her off her top layer, before climbing off her lap to get her pants off her hips.

Naked, you laid back in the sand, invited her to follow you only for her lips to meet yours again. She placed her hat on top of your head, gave you a small smirk as her lips wandered lower, over your collarbone and down to your chest.

Moving boldly, her mouth latched onto one nipple right away, one hand kneading the other breast while she suckled and licked your sensitive bud.

Your breath hitched, spine curving to get closer to her heavenly mouth, your head already swimming without her having done too much just yet.

Soon enough, she had stimulated your other nipple to full hardness as well, laying down on her side next to you, and pulling you in for another kiss. "Let's keep this quiet," she muttered, her fingeres wandering once again until they reached your sex, a hum leaving her lips when she discovered the hot wetness there.

She caressed your folds, encouraged you to hitch one leg up and around her hip while coating her fingers within your slick. Slowly, her fingers circled your clit, made your hips jerk sporadically and your muscles tense here and there.

"Can I?" You had only pulled away from the kiss for a second, glancing at her while your fingers slid down her flat stomach.

"Be my guest," she grumbled, trailing lovebites along your collarbone and up to your shoulder, the small motions of her fingers on your clit steadily driving you insane.

To offer her the same kind of pleasure, your hand soon found the spot between her legs, met with an equal wetness as that between your own. You groaned, teasingly gliding your fingers through her folds before your thumb focused solely on her nub.

She gasped, almost sounding surprised, like she hadn't been touched there in a while, though that only spurred you on more. You wanted her to feel as good as possible, pulling away after another few moments only to propose another idea.

"I wanna taste you," you muttered, fingers disappearing from her soaked cunt as you laid back. Seemingly catching on right away, Sadie climbed on top, straddling your face while hers was right in front of your own crotch.

With the new position, you dove in without a moment's hesitation, held onto her hips and pulled her close as your tongue licked through her folds and up to her nub.

She moaned out, had to have bitten down on her lip to keep more sounds from surfacing before she leaned down herself, and focused on your clit right away.

Besides the sounds of your actions, the occasional slurping, squelching and your labored breaths, it was still mostly quiet, the area belonging solely to you in this moment.

You rolled your hips upwards, chased more of the heavenly feeling of her mouth on you as you felt yourself getting close.

Clearly, Sadie wasn't all that far, either, her abdominal muscles flexing while her thighs tried to squeeze your head, the motions of her tongue growing more desperate the closer she got to her climax.

It was over much too quickly, had been too long for you to hold back at all, your body tensing for a moment before releasing in a rush of endorphins that was better than anything you've had before.

You pulled back for air, slipped two fingers into Sadie's tight cunt to grant her a satisfying release as well, and watched, when she shook and trembled through her very own orgasm.

She rolled off of you after a moment, cursing under her breath as she did so.

It wasn't long before she crawled back up to you, however, before her lips met yours and you could taste yourselves upon each other's tongue.

"You fancy a midnight swim?" She asked when she pulled away, sitting back on her knees and helping you up when you agreed.

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