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halfbloodprill · 1 month

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Some smut for Luke, he and the reader are exes, and at one of the bonfire parties, Luke sees the reader flirting with another guy, and he gets jealous, something with enemies to lovers. :)

authors note- hiii thank you for leaving this request i LOVEEE it. i’m so sorry it took me so long to get to it i have been crazy busy 😣 i hope u enjoy <3

smut below!!

Things with luke worked for exactly 8 months. it was great. you had picnics together, you trained together, and you always shared your evenings together at the bonfires. you laughed and loved each other, your energy feeding into the growing flames with embers flitting through the smoke. towards the end, things got rocky. luke became a more angry person. even if he wasn’t outwardly angry, you saw the scowl that had now seemed to permanently rest on his face when he was deep in thought. you never missed the acerbic comments he made about the gods every once in a while that you just chose to ignore for avoidance of sparking another debate about how awful the gods were at being parents. this tension left unhappiness tainting your relationship, so you called it quits. Luke was hesitant and when you finally got all your stuff back, he was angry at your decision to leave him. in complete disbelief. the camp’s golden boy was dumped? how?

it was quite the scandal at camp too. the seemingly happy couple decides to call it quits. people whispered for a few weeks but eventually it all died down. you missed him though and you knew he felt the same way too. you never missed his stares across the fields or during meals, and you never stopped yourself from searching for his familiar face during the day. but you knew this wasn’t healthy anymore. so you wanted to branch out more, and tonight’s celebration would be the perfect time to mingle as every cabin gathered around the bonfire.

you had set your eyes on a tall Ares kid. He seemed nice enough, a bit gruff at times but you were determined. you put your hair up in your best style and put on the slightest hint of makeup ( courtesy of the Aphrodite kids) and made your move. you left your seat from your friends and walked over to sit next to him instead. you settled between him and his sibling. he sat in a perplexed manner until you introduced yourself with your soft voice and extended a hand. He took your hand, engulfing it with his much bigger one, and you got to talking. everyone was engulfed in conversations. no one paid attention, except you could feel a pair of watchful eyes. you look across the flames as the Ares child talks of something Clarisse did recently and you see a pair of eyes, one lacerated with a scar, peering angrily back at you. you held eye contact firmly. you slowly peeled your eyes from luke and back to the ares boy, laughing at his remarks and placing your soft hand on his forearm. your knees were touching and he had a flush on his face that was not from the heat of the dancing flame.

luke felt anger boiling in his stomach. yes you two were over but there is no reason for you to be touching that ares boy like that. you were his. always his. he would show you. He continued to watch as you laughed and thoughtlessly played with his hands. he noticed that somehow you two were getting closer. he jumped from his own seat when he saw that you two were standing up and trying to retreat back to one of the cabins. He stormed over before you two could leave.

“Hey man. I’ll take it from here,” luke intervened.

You both stared at him in pure confusion.

“I’ve got her. We were gonna go somewhere more quiet,” the ares boy replied. you clung to his arm which furthered lukes anger.

“No I wouldn’t advise that. She can come with me now. Right, sweetheart?” luke looked at you and you firmly held his eye contact.

“No, luke. I wanna go with him,” you answered in a firm manner while looking at the ares boy.

“You don’t even know his name. He just wants a quick fuck. Some whore to help him do what his hand can’t do anymore. You’re coming with me. Now.” Luke’s voice was stronger and he grabbed your wrist tightly.

“Hey that’s not true. She can think for herself. this is why she dumped you,” the ares boy replied, now growing tired of Lukes interference. you winced at his unwise words.

“Are you still here? I told you to leave her the fuck alone. You can go now,” lukes eyes flashed with anger. He pulled your wrist and you towards him successfully. He continued to pull you along with him and back towards the cabins.

“Luke where the fuck are you taking me?” You questioned as you stumbled behind him.

“Shut your fucking mouth and just follow. You always have to ask your questions,” luke replied heatedly. so you continued to follow him until you saw a building in front of you.

“Why are we at the Ares cabin?” you questioned.

“Just shut the fuck up and go inside,” luke says annoyed and pulls you inside. he leads you to one of the bunks and pushes you on.

“did you forget you’re mine? i’ll have to remind you,” luke basically growls.

he kisses firmly. his teeth are clashing with yours. his tongue is swirling in your mouth. You can’t keep up with his pace.he’s ducking your tongue and searching every inch of your mouth with his own tongue. he missed the familiarity of your mouth. his hands are firmly in your hair and cradling your head. he can smell your shampoo on you. he’s still sucking at your mouth when he comes up for air, panting and a string of saliva connecting you two.

“missed you so much princess. need to remind you who you belong to,” he says before he started to attack your neck. he’s nipping at your neck, sure to leave marks on the column and side of your throat. you’re whining at the feeling of his teeth on your neck and hips wiggling from the stimulation. he’s kissing up your neck and to your chin and mouth again before he sloppily kisses you again. saliva coating his own mouth and chin from his attacks on your neck. your mind has already gone fuzzy. his hands are finding the button and zipper of your jean shorts and tugging them down as you kick off your shoes. he laughs at the eagerness of your movements and starts to grab the hem of your shirt. he makes eye contact with you in a way that asks if you’re sure that you want this.

of course you do.

he pulls the shirt over your head while you lay back onto your elbows. he’s spreading your legs and stares at your pussy in a tantalizing manner. He groans at the sight of your glistening folds. it’s quiet before you hear him and feel him spit on your cunt. he lays his tongue flat on you and your head is thrown back at the pleasure of his tongue on your heat. he’s attacking your cunt. his tongue goes from fucking inside your tight hole and sucking vigorously at your clit. the amount of pleasure has your grasping at the sheets and pulling at his hair, grinding your hips against his face. he pulls back, chin and mouth glistening before speaking. “Someone’s eager huh? do you think he could’ve fucked you this good?”

you shake your head dumbly and pray he goes back to his ministrations. he leans back down and you can feel the tip of his nose gliding against your wet clit. the pressure alone has you squirming so much he has to put a hand against your stomach to hold you down. before you can cum, he pulls away and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“you’re ready now, right? you can take me? you’re lucky i even prepped you,” he says with a malicious glint. he pulls his cock out and you can only stare at it. it’s so pretty. so long and veiny. he holds his hand out expectantly before saying “spit.”

you gather spit and spit onto his hand before he rubs his length. he grabs it and measures it over your stomach to see how deep it will be reaching inside you. “It’s been too long without your pussy baby. you’re sure you can still take me?”

you nod quickly because you just are so needy and need him in you so badly. to feel him using and bruising your gummy walls with the head of his cock and every vein you feel so well.”

“I can take it. Swear I can. I’m your good girl still. wanna be good and warm for you please sir,” you start whining and begging in such a pathetic manner. luke coos at you for how pathetic you look. “my baby is so desperate yeah?” he says before he reaches down and cups for face with one hand. he slaps you a few times. “take it slut,” he growls before he plunges in fully without a warning. the air has been pushed from your lungs and you whine loudly at how quick he intruded.

he starts a brutal pace. his hands goes from your cheek to around your throat, the other one pushing down on your stomach.

“you feel me here right? so deep. you’re mine. all mine. gonna put a baby right here. show everyone,” he says while pushing harder to emphasize. your head is fuzzy because of the lack of air, from the pleasure and his words that turn your brain to goo.

“yesss i’m yours sir. i wanna be yours. always. give me a baby. bree- breed me,” you slur out.

“oh shit yeah. i’m gonna breed you. that’s all you are. a toy for me. gonna cum as many times as it takes for you to be round with my baby. fuc-fuckk,” he says as hr throws his head back.

he’s fucking you hard still. and you’re so brain dead until you hear voices growing closer and realize the bonfire has ended and campers are heading to the cabin.

“Luke! they’re coming back, stop!” you exclaim. your face painted in worry.

“Let them. Hope he sees who you belong to. only one who’s gonna come is you. right. now,” he punctuates those words with hard thrusts that have your eyes rolling back. you’re teetering on the edge and finally crash over, but see the light from outside as the cabin door opens.

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lovverletters · 6 months

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Ok so I did send a request idea but im also still thinking about the serial killer guy and im just.

Im so love him so so much and just

Sobbing crying and holding his face gently.

Im so gay. Im such a gay lil man for big scary dude

And I just wanna.... dote on him.

Like ok I mean yes he HAS killed people and all and is kinda super scary

But god my dumb ass with a big heart just seeing him covered in blood and maybe hurt somehow and going like "hey... hey uh... let's get you cleaned up and patched up ok?"

And just being so gentle with him, wiping the blood off and maybe even learning to stitch wounds closed just for him.

Ok so what if maybe he has kidnapped me. He means well I think! Hasn't done anything to hurt me so I mean come on maybe he is lonely and needs some kindness ya know? (Totally not delusional ♡♡♡)

I mean sure it was scary at first and all but like he's a person too right? He's got a heart. He needs some gentle care and love.

Making him a flower crown, putting stickers on his mask and arms, holding his hand gently and just feeling his big palms with my smaller lil hands and treating him with such gentle care.

I am so sappy and gay im sorry

I just love him-

♡Bunny (whos a gay lil idiot♡♡♡)

Yandere! Serial Killer part 2

A/N : this was supposed to come out on Halloween but um things happens💟 hope you like it! Sorry for the ending heh🐰

T/W : blood, mentioned of murder, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome(?), the reader lowkey kinda insane too, yandere themes.

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[Name] stared at the screen of the television showcasing a random horror movie absentmindedly, not paying much attention to it as their thoughts were occupied.

It was well past midnight and they were still wide awake.

They were unable to sleep due to the loud thundering sounds of the storm outside and decided to watch a movie instead and hopefully fall asleep to it.

It didn't work obviously as they were currently staring blankly at the scene of a man being brutally murdered by an axe-wielding killer in the movie. It was concerning how they barely reacted to the grotesque scene.

They've seen real horrors before.

[Name] has essentially been desensitised of seeing blood and gore. The sight being far too common nowadays after they met him.

Their ears perked up at the sound of a jingling keys and the doorknob twisting open. He's home. [Name] turned their gaze from the movie to the man who's currently standing at their front door.

"You're back and.. bloodied as usual" They greeted him, eyes trailing over his current state.

Lorn was covered in blood from head to toe, both his and his victim's they presumed. Cuts and scratches littered his muscled arms, some look fairly deep ones as it bled. The killer stood still as a statue all the while [Name] inspected him, he knew [Name] will be angry at him for walking around bathed in blood so he remained glued to his spot.

"Found a tough one. Scratched and sliced me once with a knife. That's why m'so bloodied, had to cut their limbs off f'touching me" He explained, staring at [Name] who were grabbing the items they had kept in the supply closet.

If they had not known better, they would've thought he was innocent, incapable of harm as he stared at them through his red horned mask with those adoring eyes. Who would've thought that the infamous Lovelorn killer was a small puppy towards his object of affection.

"Come here, let's get you cleaned and patched up. Wouldn't want you to bleed everywhere, blood is hard to get out of carpet okay?" They motioned him to strip his clothes off and dump it in the basin of clothes to be washed separately.

As they wiped the blood off of Lorn, stitched and wrapped him up in bandages they were overcome by a realisation. Something feels off about themselves. A normal person would've screamed bloody murder and ran to the police but here they are pampering a serial killer who they are living with.

'I might be insane myself' they thought to themselves, chuckling humourlessly.

It had been months since they were locked inside this house with only Lorn as a company. They were protesting at first, demanding to be freed but even then deep down they didn't really care. [Name] only did it because it's what they thought a sane person would do.

Maybe they and Lorn aren't that different.

[Name] snapped out of their thoughts when a rough hand were placed on their jaw, the touch so gentle they barely feel it.

"What's wrong?" Lorn was looking at them with those eyes again.

They shook their head and smiled, continuing their work of stitching up closed a cut on his arm. After they were done, Lorn stood up and englufed them in a hug, their sizes difference were apparent as he towers over them with his muscular built.

"Thank you. I love you so much, [Name]" He said, burying his face on their hair.

They pat his back and suddenly a thought crept up in their mind. They bit their lip as they contemplate on wether to ask him or not.

Fuck it.

"Hey, Lorn?" He hummed in reply, too busy mooching off their warmth.

"Why don't I join you the next time you went out for a kill?"

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cherievol6 · 2 years

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cabin fever

ino dublin was the first show but pretend it wasn’t for this xo it’s like half edited cause I’m hungover lmao enjoy

tour is pretty tiring and it turns harry into a grump

word count: around 2.6k

warnings: swearing, little bit of angst but fluff at the end xo

"Are you wearing all of this tonight?" Harry's tone is slightly abrasive as he passionately points to your clothes strewn on the bed. He was obviously being sarcastic, the furrowed brows making you believe that he's pissed off. You sigh from your place in the bathroom, closing your eyes as your rub in your cleanser, trying your best to will away your curt response.

"I'll move it in a minute." You grumble.

"Oh, so you're not? I was just wondering, y'know, cause it's all dumped on the bed that I'm trying to make." He mumbling to himself sarcastically and you feel your patience wear thin. The night in the hotel after a day of travelling meant you, of course, slept badly again, and it wasn't helping that your new contraception was messing with your hormones. All around you felt - irritated, and had a feeling it wasn't going to shake all day.

You don't respond, slinking back into the room cockily grabbing the clothes, shoving them into your suitcase without a word and pulling out a bikini, since Harry insisted that the two of you go for a swim in the freezing cold sea, when you just wanted to do a bit of sight seeing. You'd grumbled about it last night when he suggested it, so he went in a mood and said he'd go on his own. His alarm...that stupid fucking alarm, woke you up at the crack of dawn, however. So you didn't really have much choice.

"At least pretend you wanna be here." He jabs once you're at the rocky beach a few miles out, removing his clothes before slipping into the cold water in pink swimming trunks, teeth bared at the temperature.

"Sorry I don't want to go fucking swimming when I'm exhausted, Harry." You hiss, rolling your eyes as you strip down and follow him into the water. He's doing breast strokes around in the water and you just stay stationary, shivering from the cold you've never felt before.

"Don't you think I'm tired too?" He finally responds as he sidles up to you, running a hand of water over his face. "C'mon, it'll wake you up."

"Could we not have had coffee instead, like regular humans? You don't want to get poorly from this, it's too cold." You sigh, and he makes a face.

"Anything else you wanna complain about?" He shakes his head and when you give a scoff, he swims away and leaves your scowl to etch even further into your forehead. You send a splash of water his way and he just ignores you, wading under the water.

You're out in a flash then, not bothering to spend any longer in the freezing cold. Harry was freakish with these things, his body could take these kinds of conditions; yours could not.

Pulling a towel over your shoulders, you sit down on a random bench up on the pier, to observe Harry's head bob in and out of the water.

A phone camera click drags you out of your dark cloud of a mood and you look to the side, seeing a group of younger people starting to gather in numbers, mumbling quietly and looking between you and Harry. Another phone click goes and you blow out a breath and bounce your leg, feeling more and more conscious as the time goes on. Harry's sixth sense somehow manifests itself and he's clambering out of the water, giving the people around a bashful smile as he towels himself off; a quick nod of his head towards the pier walk makes you rise from your feet, copying his actions of giving the group a small smile. You didn't mind meeting his fans, and nine times out of ten they were really lovely, and just interested in a chat. On the off occasion though, it spiked your anxiety severely, and now more than ever given you're wearing a bikini.

"I hope they don't post those pictures." You mumble once you're out of earshot, walking unconsciously closer to Harry out of nervousness that they're following the direction you walk in.

"You know they will." Is all he says, adjusting the Pleasing bag higher on to his shoulder and traipsing back to the car idling for you both. Your chest tightens slightly but you don't mention it, not wanting to bother him more with your 'complaining', especially after his earlier comment. Your shoulders roll back and you sigh, attempting to shake off your bad mood.

"You're creasing your shoes. Lambert won't be too happy about that after he stuck his neck out for the limited editions." You half laugh as you point to the backs of Harry's trainers. He scoffs, flailing his arms in defeat, making the smidgen of humour you tried to insert into the conversation disappear immediately.

"Fuckin' hell. Anything else? Been here for half an hour and you're already nagging m'ear off."

The irritation you felt this morning bubbles up to a point of anger and you wrap the towel tighter around yourself, feeling shivery as you pick up your walking speed.

"I'll just shut the fuck up, shall I?" You snap, moving ahead of him. He goes quiet for a minute before letting out a quiet puff of air, like he's blown out his lips before releasing it.

The car ride back to the hotel is silent aside from a few grumbles from Harry when someone cuts his driver off and it jerks the car, and you can feel a pulsing headache beginning to fester behind your temples, your sinuses beginning to feel achey and stuffy by the time you're stripping off in the bathroom to get a shower. The scalding water does a good job at quelling the feeling but it still doesn't shake your bad mood, and you find yourself clambering back into the made bed whilst Harry's off on a walk with Jeff, drifting soundly into much needed sleep before the concert.

You wake to the sound of clattering and open your eyes, seeing Harry bent over his suitcase holding a small pink wash bag you remember buying for him so he'd stop using yours. He's dumping stuff into it with a frown of his face and you clear your phlegmy throat.

"What are y'doing?" Your voice is croaky as you watch him through sleep-filled eyes. He starts, glancing back at you before lifting from his knees, grabbing his tote bag.

"M'gonna get ready early at the venue. I need a bit of space." His voice is quiet and your heart leaps into your throat. You sit-up, rubbing your eyes with your knuckle. Your whole body aches and you try to will away the feeling.

"Space? Don't go." Your voice is small akin to his. You knew that the bickering was a bit excessive today, but it wasn't really a regular occurrence for the two of you, just when you both were emotionally and physically exhausted.

"It's only for today. I think we've both just got a bit of cabin fever, and I fancy a bit of alone time." Although his words sadden you, you can't help but agree. You love Harry's presence, and find yourself lucky to be able to spend his most memorable moments of his tour by his side; but sometimes the bed felt a bit too warm with the two of you, and the bathroom got a bit cramped when you were both getting ready, and Harry was leaving milk pods everywhere from his coffee or you weren't throwing away used makeup wipes.

"Okay. So I'll see you after?" You will away a sneeze before you say it, rubbing your hands up your sore arms and making a mental note to take some painkillers.

His eyes soften but his nod is stiff, him walking over to place a chaste kiss to your head before slipping out of the hotel room. And although it's upsetting that he didn't want to be around you, you do feel the irritation waver once the room falls silent.

"Are you okay? You're a bit shivery, babe." Harry Lambert has to shout over the noise of the crowd as he observes you with his concerned eyes, but your gaze stays trained on Harry sprinting around the stage. You shrug and he places a hand on the back of your neck, hissing and moving it to your forehead.

"Shit, you've got a bit of a temperature. How are you feeling?"

"Not great, to be honest." The blocked nose was impending the minute you climbed into that cold water in the morning, and it finally manifested itself after you roused properly from your nap, feeling like you'd been dragged across concrete.

"Oh, you shouldn't have come, hun. Does Harry know?" Glenne rubs your shoulder gently and cranes her neck around to find Jeff. You sniffle, shaking your head and wrapping your coat tighter around your body. If someone saw you they'd probably think you looked ridiculous, given the common knowledge that backstage got very stuffy very quickly from the equipment and the commotion, but your fever was making you shiver like you're in the Arctic.

"We went swimming this morning in the sea. It was so cold. I think I'm just quite run down, and being too cold this morning worsened it." Lambert nods and ushers you out of the wing of the stage and back to Harry's dressing room, putting you under strict instruction to wait there.

The show only had 20 minutes left, so you figured it wasn't worth carting back off to the hotel when Harry would be following shortly after, so you hunker down and whip off your own coat, wrapping yourself in Harry's big puffer and falling sound asleep on the sofa.

Chattering and cheering outside the door shortly later filters into your ears as you sleep, and it rouses you quickly, a cold sweat on your brow swept away by someone's hand.

"Hey, are you okay?" A soft voice speaks and you peel open your eyes, Harry's rapidly falling chest and the glisten of sweat of his neck comes into vision. He's still wearing his stage clothes, as if he ran straight to find you. His face reads nothing but worry and you feel the anger from before dissipating quickly.

"Hey." You croak, attempting to clear the phlegm from your throat. He frowns, brushing your hair back with his fingers pursing his lips.

"I didn't know you weren't feeling well, baby. Lambert said you looked really ropey and had to come and sit down." Your eyes close as he rakes his fingers through your hair.

"Hm. I think I'm a bit rundown, to be honest, H. Must have caught a cold or something." You barely manage the words out with your dry throat and he takes note of this, manoeuvring to grab you a bottle from the mini fridge.

"I'm too hot, can you take this off me? I'm too sore to move." You gesture to his large puffer coat draped over your body and he grabs it quickly. A small smile is on his face at the thought of you grabbing his coat for comfort, rather than your own.

"Shit. I bet the swimming didn't help this morning." He sighs, raking a hand through his hair with the guiltiest look on his face, "and you were worried about me getting ill, yet I dragged you in there without even thinking."

You don't say anything as you swig from the bottle, shrugging.

"S'not like you dragged me in by my hair, or something." You attempt to joke, but you grimace at the aches coursing through your body. He grabs the palm of your hand and plants a kiss there.

"No, but I definitely guilted you in."

You repeat a swig of water to avoid saying anything snarky. He huffs and plants himself down on the sofa, wrapping an arm tightly around your shoulders.

"I'm sorry I was such an arsehole earlier." You lift your eyebrows sarcastically and he fights a laugh.

"You really-" you pause to sneeze and Harry leans away, "sorry- you really pissed me off before. We need to stop going for each others' throats when we're tired, I don't like arguing with you."

"Bless you, And- you think I like arguing with you? Of course not. I just felt very crabby this morning, I'm sorry again." He looks genuinely guilty, and you're fully aware that the way you were both acting in the morning wasn't a true reflection of either of you. Plus, the cold is draining your body of energy, so you don't have the patience nor the desire to carry on bickering.

"I understand you're just a bit burnt out. It's okay."

He smiles, rubbing his hand up and down your arm. You lean on to his shoulder and fight sleep until he drags you out of the state.

"Baby?" You hum and he cups your jaw, thumb stroking over your cheek, "I'm gonna take you back to the hotel, okay? Get you a nice bath, beautiful."

"That sounds nice." You say softly, gazing at him through your half hooded lids. He smiles slightly and provides many forehead kisses until you're in his car, and lets you lean on his shoulder the entire drive back, drawing you a cool bath (as to not aggravate your fever) as you peel the clothes from your body that once were curing your chill and were now starting to make your body temperature skyrocket.

"Want me to stay?" He mumbles, hands fiddling with yours. You nod and lull your head against the porcelain to look at his face.

"Let's promise not to fight too much on this tour. Don't want to end up strangling the world's favourite rockstar." Your voice is sleepy from the intense calmness that takes over your body from the stroking of Harry's fingers against yours and the lapping of the bath water.

He laughs loudly at that, but quickly quietens down when he sees your wince from the echo.

"Next time I'm a prick, I give you full permission."

"Mm, noted. Can I have a kiss?" You mumble. He leans forward but hesitates.

"You've got the leurgy." His head hovers over the bath water to reach your face and you frown, because although you're fully aware that he needs to avoid getting poorly for his shows, you're ill and still feeling slightly needy. Out of spite, you lift your palm quickly and flick the water over his face and hair, making his jaw lower in shock.

"That was out of line."

"You gonna carry on complaining? The water's nowhere near as cold as it was this morning." Your eyebrow raises and his face goes white as a sheet.

"Okay. Maybe I deserved that one."

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vshushmshu · 2 months

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space

“sweetness, are you okay?”

you blinked at the hand waving a foot from your face, careful not to get too close, just in case. when had you spaced? how long had he been standing there?

“yeah,” take a breath, and give the sun a little smile. it doesn’t buy it.

“hmm. you’re not as slick as you like to think you are, but it’s alright.”

your most half-assed grin thinned, and fingers of silicone ran through your hair. it helped you to focus, not get lost thinking up an acknowledgment, “gee, you gotta give me more credit, sunny. you wound me!”

a hand went to clutch your tight chest in an attempt at joking offense, and sun tilted their faceplate at you with soft clicking, fingers still fiddling with strands, “nope, cope and seethe. you’ll be fine. do you wanna talk about it, though? you’re barely breathing, dear.”

your face must’ve gone blank, done with the struggle of displaying a smile, because his hand retracted, eternal grin still in place. the sunny disposition never faltered, and maybe he was slicker than you after all, “it’s okay, i understand! just.. pick up the clothes you dropped, yes? maybe lie down after, friend. i’ll be trying my hand at birdwatching, if you need me! taking pictures of them is very fun we’ve found!! please call, if you need us.”

looking down, there was indeed a pile of laundry at your socked feet, as well as the plastic bin clattered to the floor. you both stared at the mess for a bit, until you finally picked it up, and sun made a noise of approval, “thanks, man. um.. yeah, i’ll do that. hope you find cool birds. thanks.”

the animatronic stared as you walked away with a yet again full laundry bin, and you faintly heard their faceplate clicking back into place, while you pushed the door to your room closed behind you. it never actually closed, always stayed cracked. there was no reason to fear a bit of space. you dumped the clothes onto your bed, then before folding, looked back at the door again.

everything was fine, but sun had walked off by now. chest moving, lungs never grazing ribs, breathe. your hands went to fold your clothes, but you forgot that you were very soon.

moon was less subtle.

maybe it was on purpose, you noted slowly, that sun had dimmed all the lights early. you never called to say you needed them. the moon stayed hovering over you somehow, despite being seated on the far end of the couch; well, not truly, like he could before, but still watching. he left space between the two of you, just in case, just like his counterpart tried to.

you were playing one of your more favored games, but the way you engaged with the little world in your screen grew robotic, ironically enough. you couldn’t remember the steps you had taken to do something after you had done it, and moon watched silently. your head tilted up at him finally, a memory of your earlier conversation blinking to life, “how was bird watching?”

the animatronic stayed still for a bit, then scooted closer on the couch in his usual slinky fashion, grinning forever, “fun. saw a couple that we don’t usually see. many birds come to the windows.”

you laughed lightly, quieter than your chortles and cackles, glancing down at your screen once more with a sluggish raise of your brows, “nice, birds don’t usually pop by for visits. i think you’re turning to snow white, buddy. or would it be aurora? y’know, with the whole sleeping beauty thing.”

he had crossed half the space between you two just by leaning forward before he paused, you watching in your peripheral, then stuck a thumb down at you, “unfunny. overused. unoriginal. do better.”

a roll of your eyes, and you pressed a button unenthusiastically, “oh, hardee har. i get at least half a point for trying my best.”

moon hummed, staying put now as he sat stoney, “you do. maybe even a whole one.”

you blinked, then looked up at him, silent for a little too long as you completely disregarded tragedy befalling the character you played through, “i do? you folded quick.”

their faceplate did a full rotation, and the bell of moon’s nightcap tinkered softly, “maybe. you seem tired.”

you switched your device off, figuring you were never progressing in anything more than bullshittery in the first place, and scratched at your scalp to try and soothe your ache, “yeah, i am.”

the bot’s fingers twitched, maybe. you couldn’t fully tell with how nothingness nibbled at your neural pathways, but moon stayed a few feet away from you, still. stayed still, “sleep?”

the hand scratching at your head instead dragged over your face, and you shrugged, recalling something dully to your moon sat by you, “dunno. i tried to after folding my clothes, but i started not, uh… feeling good. you turned down the lights too early, though. why?”

you couldn’t remember if you actually folded your clothes, though. moon stayed still, but you thought his smile had dimmed impossibly, “you’re not feeling good. why?”

you couldn’t tell if that was another question or the answer, and your eyes burned as you resigned on further investigation, gaze staying level as they dug into led’s, “dunno.”

“that’s okay,” his voice was hushed, clasping their own hands as the animatronic leaned back a bit, giving you space. you sank further into the couch cushions, and moon hummed, “roof? fresh air, it might help. helps us.”

a tilt of your head, a bit of a smile when you wondered distantly if you were picking up their mannerisms, “you have lungs?”

moon tilted their head to mirror yours, rolling his eyes as sarcasm coated their voice box thick, “haha. want to?”

a cool toned hand occupied the air between the both of you on the couch, and you shifted your attention to stare at it for a moment. the moon was patient, and you had no reason to fear, now. your bedroom door was still cracked, no reason to fear, “sure. if i get yelled at by the landlady though, i’m blaming you guys.”

you laced your fingers with the robot’s tentatively, your closed palms creating a seam of skin and silicone, and moon leaned over to finally close the space. a huff of a laugh left you when he bonked their smile to the top of your head, and maybe it stretched, “mhm, shall we?”

raising your brow, you got up from the warm cushions to follow your interlinked hands, “wow, so formal! like we don’t share the same bed-”

the animatronic’s other hand went up to your cheek, pinching lightly while you snickered, “shush. then, leggo.”

the sun was just about set by now, but the moon still made sure to stay curled up in the shadows, with you sat in his lap of starry clown pantaloons. you watched the sky change colors, slowly going dark with actual stars popping up, now. arms held you, relaxed as the edge of their faceplate rested on your head, turning with you to look at what you were looking at. it was peaceful.

your fingers fiddled with theirs, and moon didn’t seem to mind. it was nice to have company as you stared at the constellations emerging as they did every night, “space is cool.”

the bot let out a low hum, pinkie tightening when yours hooked to it, “yeah, we like looking at the sky. one of the things that feels real. better?”

nodding, you let your body sink into theirs, and the hold around you tightened a bit. you thought about sticky, glow in the dark stars on the daycare ceiling. in, then out, “mhm. i can, uh.. breathe, i guess.”

“that’s good. told you,” a thumb ran over the knuckles of your other hand, as if recounting how your bone felt. it felt real.

you rolled your eyes, smiling a little easier, “will you ever stop being so smug?”

“nuh uh. funny,” moon shifted you to face him, and you raised your brows at him. fingers of plastic and metal smoothed them back down, and you stuck your tongue out at him while he held your face, grinning, “and you can breathe. happy.”

something in you squeezed, and you reached out your arms to him to be held close again, cheek pressed to their chassis to hear the quiet buzzing of machinery while hands rubbed circles into your back, “pfft- thanks.”

the moon giggled when you leaned away a bit just for a moment, pulling his faceplate closer to place a smooch between his eyes, just to further enunciate gratitude, “of course, star.”

blinking between bouts of unconsciousness in a bed surprisingly not littered with laundry, you took a breath as you watched the light starting to dance into your room. the sun had risen halfway by now, and you squinted at the animatronic closing the bedroom window.

“sun,” you grumbled, and their head swiveled to meet your half-asleep squint, rays spinning.

his voice was hushed, something rare, “close your eyes, friend. you stayed up late.”

still, he walked over when you reached your hands out for him, catching them before they hit the blankets once more in their laziness. it took you a minute to open your eyes again, and you could hear the sun laughing softly at you while you blinked some more in defiance, “wha’ever. bring your stupid, shit-eating grin closer.”

one hand easily held the two of yours, while the other went to clutch the plain shirt over their chassis, “language. you wound me, dear! yet, i must heed your call…”

their plastic forehead almost bumped against yours, but sun still kept in mind space. so, whilst actively ignoring his reprimanding, you strained up just the slightest to bump against it, “you mustn’t do anything, just wanna. closer.”

the sun let out a dramatic sigh, rays inching into his faceplate to accommodate while he hesitantly closed space, “gosh, we hate it when you’re smug. happy?”

“mhm, you just hate it when i’m right, which is all the time,” your hands left his hold to brush fingers to the corners of his smile, one of your own spreading when the animatronic leaned into the touch, hovering over your laid form. when you pressed a smooch between his eyes, same as a couple hours before, you could practically see the struggle it took to not let his rays twirl. you weren’t afraid of space, of nicks from joy, but you didn’t bring it up. restraint was a habit, it seemed.

the sun laughed, “sure, uhuh. keep thinking that,” but didn’t move away in the slightest, which you appreciated. it was warm.

“y’know, you keep yourself too far away, sometimes,” well, never mind then. guess your sleep-deprived brain was, in fact, bringing it up.

he paused, still for a moment, but still didn’t move away. still, his smile remained, “apologies, sweetness. we forget that you humans have that skin hunger of yours!”

your face twisted, and you played up your disgust at the new piece of vocabulary, while sun snickered at your weak punch to his shoulder, “ewww, what the hell!! what does that even mean?? never say that again!”

“we will absolutely say it again,” their grin seemed to stretch while you scowled playfully, then your hands balled into fists to rub at your still-bleary eyes.

fingers carded through your hair, scratching your scalp in a way that had you stretching into the blankets, eyes still half-lidded, “mean. and here i was trying to say i love you. and thanks.”

the pleasant massage continued after a brief falter, rays now farther away from your face spinning like a damn fan, a fact which you only noticed due to the slightest breeze that picked up, “you already said one of those things… but we love you too, obviously.”

the sun leaned down again to press its smile to your forehead, and your own glee practically split your face. it didn’t matter anymore, if the door stayed cracked or closed, for there was no need to fear a bit of space. you guys were warm, and safe.

“soooo, love me enough to stay in bed?”

“oh! but, i had a recipe i wanted to try out! and-“

“…”

“…okay, fine! stop looking at me like that!”

“YES!!”

“you’d probably explode my oven, anyways..”

“oh shush! i thought we agreed it was our oven!”

“well… pfft- WAIT NO, OKAY!! OUR OVEN!!”

“that’s what we thought!”

“..skin hunger-er.”

“get out.”

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#exhibit number 9836263895 of self indulgence #fnaf dca x reader #sundrop x reader #moondrop x reader #still #the only reason i post is so that this makes someone else feel a bit better as well #sun x y/n #moon x y/n #sun x reader #moon x reader

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name: company ink pairing: Argyle x Reader word count: 3010 summary: During a bad shift at the pizza shop, Argyle offers to smoke you out. contents/warnings: tits, weed usage, vague descriptions of being high, tagged smut for sexual content but no actual sex, mostly fluff author's note: okay I was going to post the request, and then I remembered this idea kicking around and I had to get it out. Something the tiniest bit spicier, may be potential for a part two read part 2 here

- You huffed as you hung up the phone, yet another irate customer yelling about prices that you had zero control over. Some days you had a lot of fun at this job, and others you were this close to throwing in your thematic Hawaiian shirt and visor for something less soul-sucking.

“That’s not the happy face I’m looking for.” Argyle popped into view from around the corner as if to remind you of why you stayed at this place, his empty delivery bag dangling from one shoulder as he returned from the most recent round of deliveries. He was lucky; another driver had just taken the newest stack, leaving him an actual break from driving for once. You wrinkled your nose at him and leaned back against the wall, your head hitting the shitty bulletin board with more force than you had intended.

“Don’t give me that ‘smile’ bullshit today, Argyle, I’ll scream.” You said, closing your eyes against the impending stress headache. The regret set in immediately. You felt gross, snapping at your one work friend like that, but you were just about at your limit, and you didn’t need anyone prodding at you further. Not even your cute coworker who occasionally sold you weed.

“Whoa, man.” You heard Argyle’s footsteps and thought he was leaving, but just as quickly as they receded, they returned, coming towards you behind the counter now.

“Need a smoke? I’m out of purple palm tree delight, but I scored some black triangle kush that’ll get you real mellow.” He sounded about as concerned as Argyle was capable of, which only made you feel more guilty for snapping at him. You pressed your lips together, opening your eyes to see the dark-haired boy looking at you with genuine concern. Fuck.

“It’s just been a rough day, I’m sorry. I’ll be okay. I honestly don’t have the spare cash for weed right now.” You normally used your tips to get enough weed from Argyle to make it through the rough days, but your last few shifts had been pretty stingy and you had your half of an electric bill to worry about this week.

Argyle’s brow knitted together thoughtfully, and you swallowed a thought about how adorable he was when he tried to think, especially when he was already toasted.

“I could smoke you out, if you wanna take your break now. We’re friends, you don’t always have to pay.” He offered. He shifted his delivery bag off his shoulder and dumped it onto the counter like it was a done deal. You chewed your bottom lip, glancing between him and the phone.

“I don’t want to put you out. You can’t give away weed every time a girl is in crisis. I can pay you later, or make it up to you somehow?” You offered guiltily. Argyle simply shrugged and gestured for you to follow him outside.

“I’m sure we can figure something out.”

You hesitated only long enough to yell that someone in the kitchen would have to grab the phone and scurried behind him, eager for any sort of stress relief.

You shifted awkwardly in your seat as Argyle rolled a joint in front of you. He was explaining the differences between this strain and his usual one, but you were only half listening, your eyes following the expert movements of his fingers.

“… hybrid, so it might make you a little sleepy, but you’ll definitely be more relaxed. I always get cotton mouth, but I didn’t give the last house their pepsi since they yelled at you on the phone, so you can drink that if you need it.”

You nodded along as if you were listening. He twisted the end of the joint and admired his own rolling job before holding it up to his mouth to light. You had always been attracted to your coworker, but “don’t shit where you eat” had been heavily ingrained in your mind from the drama at your first job. You were doing your best to respect that, but it didn’t mean you couldn’t look. He held the joint between his lips, using one hand to shield it from non-existent wind and the other to light the end with his lighter. He let the twisted paper burn down, taking a few puffs to draw the flame into the weed, and then offered it to you.

You tried not to think about the slight dampness from where he had kept the filter in his mouth for too long as you took a long pull, holding the smoke in your lungs for a few moments before exhaling.

He still hadn't given you a way to repay him, but you didn't bring it up yet as you returned the joint carefully pinched between pointer finger and thumb. He took it with ease, eyes trained on your face as he leaned back to take a hit. He inhaled deeply, holding for a beat before exhaling through his mouth and nose, smoke pouring from him like some sort of fancy incense holder.

You couldn't help but laugh, grinning as he broke into a smile.

"That's it. There's my smile. Consider your debt paid in full." He said cheerfully, reaching out to gently pat your cheek. His touch shouldn't have burned the way it did, but then, none of the way you felt around Argyle made any sense. You shouldn't get jealous when he told you stories of customers flirting with him. You shouldn't hang on to his every word. You shouldn't mope around the pizza parlor until he comes in from each delivery with some story or snippet of something that he thought might cheer you up. You really, really shouldn't shit where you eat.

You let him place the joint between your lips, trying to ignore the way his fingers brushed gently against your lips as he pulled away. You were sure you imagined the slight intake of breath on his part, the way his eyes lingered on your lips, the way his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed before tearing his eyes away.

Fuck, the weed was hitting quick if you were already this horny. You took another hit, inhaling slowly and holding the smoke in your mouth for a second before breathing it into your lungs. You exhaled, feeling yourself start to melt into the floor of the van. Argyle took the joint as carefully as he had placed it, dropping it into the ashtray he kept on hand.

"I don't think a smile is enough to pay you for weed, Argyle." You slurred lazily, flicking your eyes up to gaze at him through thick lashes. You didn't remember when you laid down fully, but there he was, sitting upright and towering over you.

"No?" He asked, still smiling. Argyle was always smiling. That was one of the things you liked so much about him. You reached up and poked his cheek, grinning when it made his smile widen.

"No." You repeated, shaking your head slightly. He shifted closer, his leg bumping up against yours as he made himself comfortable. There was a brief silence as your brain processed the new input and he just watched you, waiting. Finally, his curiosity got the best of him.

"What would be enough to pay me for weed?" He asked, finally. You hummed. The logical part of your brain was telling you to stop now, that he might reject you and that would be awkward and you couldn't get a new job quickly if this went sour because you got frisky after a little weed.

The less logical side of your brain was telling you that you knew the way he looked at you. How his eyes lingered when you stretched to get the boxes from the top shelf, your shirt slipping up to reveal the slightest bit of skin. How he always looked your way when he made a joke to be sure that you were laughing. How he undercharged you for weed, or slipped extra in the bag when you weren't looking. You liked that side much better.

You played with the collar of your shirt as you considered the best way to answer, not missing the way his eyes followed your hand and then drifted down before deliberately, dutifully returning to your face.

"Remember that delivery to the apartments down Oakside last Tuesday, 3A?" You asked. You watched his face as he thought back, trying to count the days backwards to remember what you meant. His lips moved silently as he thought, mouthing the pizza orders of the places he remembered. You couldn't help but smile at his moment of realization, the tips of his ears growing a deep red at the memory. Large white pie, extra sausage.

"You mean the one with the..." he mimed opening a robe, his eyes slightly wide as the implications of your words slammed into him all at once. "No way, dude, you don't have to..." He trailed off. His eyes were already drifting back down, Adam's apple bobbing with the force of his nervous swallowing.

You smiled and gave him a slight nod, fingers already fiddling with the first button on your work shirt.

"That's the one. I think you said something about a pizza costing more than just a look." You teased, moving on to the next button when the first finally popped open. "Does that apply to weed, too?"

Argyle's lips parted like he was about to say something, eyebrows knitted together as he grappled over what to say, but no words came out. He blinked hard, shaking his head slightly like he was making sure you were really there, then he looked down at the joint, inspecting it for anything he hadn't added.

"Argyle?"

"If it's for the weed, you don't have to." He repeated, his voice high with nervousness. You had one button left, and you made quick work of it, letting your shirt rest, partially open, on your chest. You felt incredible. High, powerful, sexy, bold... You could take on the world, if the world were the cute boy sitting with his mouth slightly open across from you. The world around him was hazy, tilting slowly, but that didn't matter when you felt like this.

"I want to." This was stupid. This was brilliant. This was ridiculous. This was... everything. You couldn't decide as he shifted next to you, moving closer like he was waiting for you to take it back. "Aren't you curious?"

You could tell from the way he looked at you that he was more than curious. Maybe he was hoping for this, or something like this. Maybe this hadn't been the first time he thought about you in the back of his delivery van. Maybe he wanted more than you were even offering him right now. He said none of that out loud, his fingers gingerly finding the edges of your shirt and pushing them apart, inch by inch.

The fabric was silky against your bare chest, the whisper of friction sending chills across your skin. You wondered if, this close, he could tell your heart was pounding in your chest, leaping at his careful touch. The places his fingers grazed against you were impossibly warm and the sensation of his skin on yours was nearly enough to send you spiraling. His eyes flickered between your face and your chest, searching for any sign of reluctance. Finding none, he finally just pulled your shirt open, a small groan falling from his lips at the sight of your bare tits beneath him.

"You are, like, unreal." He mumbled, his eyes devouring the sight of you like you were going to disappear. You flushed under the intensity of his gaze, fighting the urge to cover yourself or pull your shirt closed again. Your head was spinning in an entirely different way now, the weed paling in comparison to what Argyle was making you feel right now. You watched as he wet his lips with his tongue, goosebumps forming across your skin at the thought of what he might do with that.

You took a breath, watching him as he watched the rise and fall of your chest, memorizing the curves of your torso as you just existed. Argyle had always been cute, but the way he looked at you made you ache for him. The world was hazy and soft, the weed having filed off all the hard edges, and yet Argyle was the only thing in sharp focus. You smiled, reaching for his hand like it was the most natural thing in the world, and he took yours just as easily. You pulled it towards you, dropping it only inches away from the swell of your breast.

"More than a look, right?" You breathed and the look he gave you would have melted you if you weren't already there. You were playing coy, but you were practically begging for his touch, laid out all pretty beneath him like you belonged there. Even just sitting there, not moving, his touch sent flames across your skin, quickening your breath and making you desperate.

"You're sure?" Argyle was in just as much of a state, his face a dark red, breath coming heavy and deliberate. He shifted uncomfortably, cock straining against the rough denim of his jeans in a way that neither of you could ignore. If you'd had doubts before they were gone now, replaced only with the desire for him to just touch you already.

"Don't make me beg." That was enough to get him moving, shifting to his knees like he had only been waiting for you to say the word. His hands were rough, calloused, awkward, but they felt so fucking good as he finally cupped your breasts, fingers pressing in slightly as he experimented with a gentle squeeze. You inhaled sharply, your back arching slightly into his touch and he took the encouragement for what it was.

He touched you carefully, experimenting to find the things that made you gasp, that made you look at him like you wanted more. It was when he leaned in, lips parted, pupils blown wide with desire that you knew you were a fucking goner. "Can I?"

You almost cursed at him for asking, reaching up to thread your fingers into the thick curtain of his hair and pull him closer to your chest. He smoothed one steadying hand across your abdomen and leaned in, his breath fanning across your nipple in a way that already had you shivering. He licked his lips and opened his mouth to press a hot, warm, kiss to the side of your breast. You moaned, the sound floaty and distant to your high mind. If his fingers were warm, his mouth was searing, leaving you needy and breathless as he decorated your chest with open-mouthed kisses, lips and teeth and tongue seeking out all the sensitive places his fingers had mapped out before.

Your grip on his hair tightened, your body arching into him as he came tantalizingly close to one of your nipples and then kissed around it, sucking at the skin just under where you wanted his mouth most. If it were anyone but Argyle, you would've thought it was a deliberate ploy to make you needy, pliant under him. It worked anyway, your brain swimming with want for him, his mouth, his fingers, his everything.

When he pulled away, he was enraptured, dark eyes trained on your body, lips slightly swollen from kissing your chest. Neither of you spoke for a moment, eyes trading questions about intentions rather than risking words.

You were ready to speak, to ask when it happened. BANG! BANG! BANG!

Three sharp raps on the side of the van that sent you scrambling away from each other, nearly colliding in your haste.

"Come on, Argyle, I can smell you in there." It was the other delivery driver, no doubt irate that he had been left to do back to back runs.

"Uhhh," Argyle's voice came out thick and raspy, and he had to clear his throat before trying again. "Dude, my bad, lost track of time. New strain." He called out, eyes not leaving you as the excuse fell easily from his lips. You envied his composure, still struggling to rebutton your shirt under his scrutiny.

"Whatever, just go pick up your pies, dude." The annoyance was clear even when muffled and tinny through the doors of the trunk. You bit your lip, casting Argyle a guilty look as you considered what chaos you might be returning to. He was all smiles, though, as he reached over to his ashtray and picked up the blunt, plucking it to place between his lips as if he hadn't missed a beat. He relit it and took a hit before replying.

"Alright. My bad, man. Won't happen again." He assured, passing you the blunt. You took a small hit and passed it back, exhaling for longer than needed in an attempt to calm yourself. Your body still felt like it was on fire with want for him, but you couldn't just say that when he seemed to bounce back to his normal, unbothered self. "Guess we have to get back." he intoned, just for you.

"Guess so." You responded breathlessly. He smiled guiltily and reached out to help you fix the button you had messed up, leaving a gape right at your cleavage. Somehow that's what made you squeeze your thighs together, shifting uncomfortably as he helped fix your clothes.

"Maybe we could hang out later?" He offered, his eyes promising all the things he wasn't saying out loud. Or maybe that was just the weed and desire talking because right now all the bullshit warnings about getting involved with coworkers were far from thought, lost somewhere on the tip of Argyle's tongue, or perhaps in the palms of his hands, or in the gaze that darkened ever so slightly when his eyes fell on you again, contrasting his easy smile.

"Yeah, maybe."

#Argyle x Reader #Argyle Imagine #Stranger Things Reader Insert #Stranger Things x Reader #Stranger Things Imagine #Argyle Fluff #Argyle Smut #3000 - 3500 #x reader #fluff

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Sullen Books

"A prelude spin-off for an upcoming fic"

warnings: afab!reader, passive angst

A Kuroo Tetsurou x reader one shot or???

a/n: no comfort on this, i wanna pin this mf till the end of my breath LOL; i honestly had a hard time on this one, avoiding as many clues as possible omg; fufufu

"ーma. I don't know."

"Well, we all don't know. And c'mon, she's pregnant. We have to be present in her life in these times. She's alone."

"She's not. That motherfucker will be right there with her any day now."

"And the other one."

"Not the other one."

"If you could be so kind with him."

"I just wish they'll kill the biggest motherfucker ever existed."

You're staring at the vast table that's lining this book café in the university. It's not crowded in this time of day, still got some vacant seats elsewhere, but not directly next to you.

You tried to sleep again when you noticed your phone died and the humming music in your headphones got silenced, but, for the love of God, how? Muffled conversations is all you could hear. You tried not to groan in frustration.

"Akaashi's visiting this weekend, are you really gonna pass?"

You also waited for the other one with the muffled voice to answer to maybe put an end to your over reacting misery. But it never came. Right. Keep that silence and never talk again. Your head is still turned away from them, resting on an opened french book. You didn't read it, you don't even know much about french, you just love how it smells it lulls you to sleep. Yes, your kind of pillow.

Shufflings that came from things being dumped to a bag and minimum volume of a game you once played with your brother over the few months sounded. And Lo! Silence! The last you heard from the man next to you before you went back to your dreamland wasー

"Don't I really have a chance, Kenma?"

It was raining when Kuroo walks out of the university and onto the bus stop. The transparent umbrellaーone which she had left and forgotten in Nekoma's gym from the last Training Campーwas somehow relaxing to watch. The droplets make a hurried plop sound and it slides to the sides, hang on the silver tips and falls to the already wet pavement. He occassionally stares at it as he walks.

Then he heard some heavy books fall in the other side of the pavement, near the bicycle parking area. He turned to your unsuspecting figure that's too messy on picking the scattered, and now wet, books. Your bag threatening to give up on your shoulder too. He just stares at your back for a second or two and walked on, fearing he might miss his bus if he would help you. Also ignoring the fact that he somehow remembers that same long light blonde hair from the university book café three days ago.

"Why is this wet, Y/n?" the attendant on the book café grumpily asked you as you returned the books you borrowed. You frowned as you recounted to him yesterday at the sidewalk just by the bus stop. "You have to pay for the damages."

Your jaw dropped. "But no pages were torn." Your frown deepened when he dismissed you with a tab you have to pay before exiting the book café, or you have to face extra payments in your tuition. Ugh.

You grouchingly made your way to your spot. The book café is strategically situated at the center of a cross road in the university and your favorite spot is facing a part where students rarely pass by, it's peaceful with all the trees fresh to spring forth leaves.

Then you saw a raven-black haired man in your spot. Your frown deepened just a little more you can feel almost wrinkles automatically appearing in your face. Not your day, huh?

His face is turned to your side. He's not especially handsome but he's sort ofーwellーfanciable, at the least. But not your type. Definitely. You grimaced and plopped your things gently to his side, a chair away, not giving up the serenity this spot has to offer. But still grumbling because that grumpy attendant has banned you on the books until you pay up. Grr. You put your headphones on and decided to rest your eyes.

You woke up to the sound of soft dings. You peered and accidentally caught a glimpse of his lockscreen. A golden-haired girl next to his beaming figure. And the screen darkened just as fast. You couldn't care less but that woke you up real bad, your head started to throb.

You were grimacing and finding a perfect angle to rest your head against your arms but to no avail. It was until you tilted your head to his direction again. He's facing you right now and snoring. You softly snorted and somehow, to the soft hum of his snoring and music on your discarded headphones now hanging on your neck, you found yourself closing your eyes.

Kuroo jolted at a tiny pull on his hair and he looked up to find Kenma. "I have been texting you for two hours already."

Kuroo groaned and put his stuff back on his bag, finding a note with his notebook. I like it when you sleep, so adorable but unaware of it. You look so peaceful.

"If I haven't gone hereー"

Kuroo shoved all of his things, note included, to his bag and slung it on his shoulders, wrinkling the fabric of his sweater. "Sorry. Sorry. Let's go."

"Y/n, go with me to this wedding in Miyagi please? It's in 3 weeks."

Your nose scrunched up when you read your brother's message that weekend morning. You yawned as you dialed his number.

"Please! It's my friend's wedding."

"But why do you have to bring someone?" Geez.

"Well, everyone I'm close with are bringing dates."

"Then bring your girlfriend!" Ugh.

"I don't have one! No more of this. You're coming with me!"

And he fucking hanged up on you. Miyagi's 2 hours away. What the hell is he thinking? You rolled your eyes as you took a shower to start your day and classes is in an hour. You'll definitely gonna be late.

The hall was packed already when you arrived. This is a new class you just enrolled in because you just realized this is a prerequisite to that one major next semester. Blockmates are not as kind as you think, if being new to the place is still not as inconvenient.

Your eyes flew to an empty seat at the back. Next to that same raven-black hair in the book café. His eyes were dead straight to the professor and writing stuffs as he goes on with the lecture, thankfully ignoring you as you bend down trying to be obscure. He didn't spare you a glance when you sat next to him, just a subtle drag of his scattered notes out of your space. And you ignored it.

Cold.

But you were surprised when he hurriedly came pass you out of the book café that afternoon. He was all smiles and seemingly excited for something. You looked back to where he is going. And you saw her. The same golden-haired girl in his lockscreen running to meet his open arms.

"Tetsuuu! I missed youu!"

"Hey! Don't run!"

She jumped to his arms to where he spinned as he catches her, hugging her tight, brows all up above his closed eyes, face snuggling in her neck. You saw how his hug tightened as the second passed by, brows furrowing and you have to go on in the book café because of the weird feeling you had harbored in that scene.

The day you gave up a day in your favorite spot is the day you sat by the entrance and see how his face changes as he talks to the sunshine girl that has her waist carefully held by another man standing beside her. You saw Kuroo's face under his mask.

"Don't I really have a chance, Kenma?"

A voice rang loudly as you watch him watch the couple in front of him.

Kuroo's mind was swarming with lots and lots of thoughts. Mostly from what his friend said about his wedding. Wedding. He felt like he's tearing up. What a weak man he is. He just wants to storm outside the lecture hall and go straight home or anywhere else where he can scream his lungs out. His thighs are popping under the long line of desk, his fist resting on it as it bounces up.

"Lemme answer that, sir!"

"Okay, Miss Y/n. Mr. Kuroo is somehow not in my class right now."

He closed his eyes in realization that he was called a few times, and that a girl, you who is sitting rows away from him, saved him from half of the embarassment. C'mon, Kuroo. Focus. Head on the lecture.

Friday came and your brother was already nudging you to pack your things for both of you will be in a train in two hours. That Miyagi wedding is a hassle but you can't ditch your brother when he's being too cute in front of you now.

"So who is this friend that's getting married?"

He grinned in his seat and pulled out his phone. "She's my crush way back first year." Your brows shot up at his confession as he shoves his phone to your face. "Isn't she pretty? Her name is Tsukishima Ran. Well, tomorrow, she'll bear a new family name."

Your face went cold when you saw the bride-to-be. Your eyes travelled to your brother so slow and flickered back to his screen. "Y-yeah, she's really pretty."

You should've asked him before you sat on that bloody train to Miyagi. Now, you wonder what to do to avoid people. You felt your breath hitched as you realize you'll see him again, now out of the university walls.

The walk to the stunning venue was unnerving. The men were in black and the women are in either gray or white. You padded the white fabric against your skin and turned to your brother. "You look scared Y/n." He took your hand to his arm for you to cling to. "You want to poop?"

"Idiot." You hissed and pinched his arm to where he flinched and laughed as he ushered you to a table full of his volleyball friends.

You took a deep breath and act insignificant, dying to ignore the stares of a blond-hair-with-black-roots man across the table. You restricted your eyes to your phone, to your space in the table and to your brother's face. You badly want to end the night fast.

"Ran-chan! Well, you'd still be myーourーRan-chan even if you're married to that fucker. I'd still be your knight in shining armor whenever you need me, will always be available, but not on changing diapers okay? That's someone else's job."

"Who is that someone else?"

"Her fucking bestfriend, who else!"

Your head perked up when laughs were roaring throughout the venue as a man from the nearby table raised his middle finger to Kuroo, of which he kindly returned.

"In all seriousnessー" That stare he gave to the bride sent shivers to you, it made you want to run away.

"ーI'll still protect you and the ones you love with my life. That's how you both are special to me. And to that small one in your tummy right now.." He trailed his eyes to the groom that's still beaming throughout his friend's unsuspecting confession.

"He'll have the bestest dad ever, and the coolest uncle and a bunch of extra shitbag uncles. Best wishes to the both of you. Be happy now."

Kuroo wasn't supposed to say those words aloud. He wasn't supposed to. He was dead-set on keeping his feelings under control but seeing her in her wedding dress with his friend next to her, he lost it. Now he's desperately trying to find a peaceful place away from the venue to rant out, beer on one hand, loosened necktie dangled around his disheveled polo.

And you found him hunched on one of the small round pavillions away from the venue. He was sobbing real hard when you silently walked up to him. The ice came in contact with sunshine and it melted, drowning you too in the process. You pursed your lips and sat quietly two spaces away from him. That moment you held with him was suspiciously your solace from all else that's bothering you right now. His sobs, heaves, whimpers and shuffles, trying to wipe his snotty nose in his slacks. He might've noticed you but chose to ignore, like what he has been doing for the past two months.

He must really love the bride. To the point where he has no choice but to put down his mask like this. You hummed and rested your back on the wooden rails that's encasing the pavillion, careful not to make much noise, careful not to watch him cry his heart out. You closed your eyes, enveloping yourself with the sound of cries from a heartbroken Kuroo Tetsurou.

It seemed like an hour or two before Kuroo stopped crying, the can of beer crumpled on his bloodied hand. He felt his legs cramped as he stretched out and caught a hand next to him. He breathed heavy and out as he brushed the back of your hand with his thumb and looked up at your peaceful, angel face.

He's not an idiot to not know you're around. He just chooses to ignore you to not pass the pain. And he can't, he's still too in love with Ran. He's too in love with her to pay attention to others poking on him. And so, he walked away without waking you up.

Years had passed and you found yourself in his proximity again. Well, you applied at the Japan's Volleyball Association on the sole purpose of indulging what your brother loves, and now you learned to love too. Never did you know it's also his field.

Wait. Who were you kidding?

You still remember the thing Kenmaーthe blonde hair with black roots guy from that weddingーsaid to you after you woke up alone in that pavillion.

"It's better if you stay away, Y/n."

You were still shocked about how he knows your name. And if this is what it is, then Kuroo knows your name too? Is that it?

"He's dead-set on Ran right now, and maybe for a few years. He'll never be ready. I know him. When he's into something, he's going all out."

You remembered what Kuroo said in his message a while ago. "If he's gonna protect her and her loved ones, then who's gonna protect him if I avoid him now?" You smiled. "It's okay. I'm not asking for reciprocation. This is not business anyway."

Then you left Kenma dumbfounded.

You didn't know when did you start falling for Kuroo. Nor know why are you acting like the situation's okay with you. You just know that you're at peace when you see him. Just seeing him breathing and comfortable is okay.

Through the years, you started to do things to make him comfortable in every littlest way. To making him coffee when he's out cold on his desk during a night-shift, to the simple saves you did just to ease his way out of a situation, to that bento you bought him once when he forgot to buy his lunch, to volunteering to cover his shift when Ran's twins needs him for something, to rigging the Christmas raffle to let him win the vacation package.

All those were subtle. And you're comfortable with it. At least, he's happy with it.

Over the years, much to his displeasure, he is still in love with Ran. He has fully accepted that he can't be that person whom she will love, and naively thinks that acceptance itself will make him move on. Oh how wrong is he. Now, he's suffering from your little gestures of appreciations and love.

If he just fell out of love with Ran, he'll gladly turn to you. If he just forced his way to you, he'll gladly hold you in his arms even if you're both hurting. If he's just brave enough to drag you into his life, he'll kiss you breathless. But he won't, and he can't. Coz he loves someone else.

And how bad was it for him when that day came on both of you. Him, holding you in his flailing arms, tears coming down his cheeks and trying to grip your hand to a note from years ago you thought he discarded, returning it to you but the thought's so reversed now. Kenma's words ringing in his ears as he stares at you.

"If you're gonna protect her and her loved ones, who's gonna protect you if she's not around. She said something like that. And you don't have to reciprocate what she gives, she added. She's too pure for your dumb ass but let her love you, Kuroo."

You just made an irreversible sacrifice. And he's gonna regret this for the rest of his life. Well, it's not so long before that too. Kuroo smiled through his tears and he kissed you so earnestly, the kiss he should've given you in that pavillion, or when you saved him from the professor's questions, or when you stared at him getting broken with the wedding news from his friends, or when you walked up to his side on that certain class, or when he saw you getting stumped with so much books under the rain.

He should've done this kiss to you a long time ago, instead of waiting for it from another. He wasted so much time.

Reblogs and interactions are appreciated. Theories will be entertained. Cassie 2023.

#haikyuu #haikyuu angst #FS prelude spinoff _kuroo tetsurou #sullen books #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo tetsurou x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #with special participation of #kozume kenma #CAN YOU GUESS WHO IS SHEEEE #fuck all the clues...#okay it's done #too bland? or okay?#haikyuu kuroo tetsurou #haikyuu kuroo #tetsu tetsu #kuroo angst

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darbyallinsskateboard · 11 months

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Nepotism? Who’s She?

(Pt4/?)

Various Wrestler (WWE, AEW) X Reader (Events will be altered or made up)

Summary: In which reader is the daughter of the great Edge, but everywhere she goes her achievements are undermined because of her father being the rated r superstar.

Quick little authors note ; I am thinking of a way to incorporate more WWE wrestlers, sorry it’s been more AEW sided lately lol

You had let Jamie and Tay take over your wardrobe choices just for this group outing, they shuffled through your clothes before stumbling across some of your old stuff, they were a gift from Lita when you were a younger girl, she said you would look great in it, but not to tell your dad, you laughed at the memory, wherever you went you brought that outfit, you look up to Lita a lot as a child, and of course you looked up to Beth aswell, they were the two powerful women in your life who inspired you to become a wrestler, after your mother gave birth to you and dumped you on your father.

You step out of the dressing room, the pink dress hugging your curves just right (No matter what body size you are! you slay!) Tay and Jamie squeal at the reveal, and Tay pulls a sweater out of your suitcase and hands it to you, you smiled and slipped it on, your outfit complete.

(And any shoe’s of your choice!)

Jamie and Tay looked at each other and smiled “I think we’re ready to get going” you nod, the two women got ready earlier, makeup, outfits, bags etc, you just nodded as you guys exited the hotel room, everyone else was already at the bar was what you assumed as you guys went down the elevator.

You got to the entrance of the pretty empty club, save for some of the booths being completely filled with stacks of men, seemingly celebrated, the three of you walked by to find your boys and girls, wolf whistles sent your way, you rolled your eyes at the men who were hounding you, noticing Jade waving the three of you over you quickly walked over, seeing they had hired a lounge, which made it much bigger to accompany all the wrestlers, you jumped over and plopped onto the couch piece next to Jade, she giggled “Hey, there’s probably a lot of unfamiliar faces but we thought we’d bring some friends along so you had more people to depend on” you smile at her wider “Thanks” she nods and you look across the room, on one of the couches, you could see the best friends, Orange Cassidy was held upside down by Chuck Taylor and Trent Bettera, Kris seemed to be funneling some kind of beer into Cassidy’s mouth.

You watched from across the room as he took it down effortlessly, Orange Cassidy is just cool like that, he somehow still had his glasses on though he was being held upside down, you got up from next to Jade and walked over, standing next to Kris and watching the whole thing go down, once they were down the bottle they placed Orange Cassidy back upright and Kris looked over to you, smiling widely “Hey new girl! enjoy the show?”

“I got to say, him taking that down was pretty impressive, he’s still got his glasses on too” she nods along “Yeah that’s kind of Cass’s thing” you nod and laugh as you see it’s Trent’s turn to go upside down, Kris places the funnel in his mouth and hands the next bottle to you “Wanna go?” you nod with a cheeky smile, leaning over to stare down at Trent “Ready to go big boy?” a simple thumbs up was all that you needed and you started to pour the drink down the funnel, halfway through he ended up forgetting how to breathe from his nose and splattered the drink out of the funnel, you screamed as it splashed all over your face, you let go of the bottle and you’re handed a piece of fabric, what you could assume to be a shirt as you wiped your face, you wipe the drink that had fallen down your neck and chest, you looked up to thank whoever handed you the shirt but the sight before you made you stop in your tracks with an embarrassed look on your face, Cass had peeled his shirt off for you to wipe your face, so now he had no shirt but he had his signature denim jacket over himself.

“I- uh- sorry- thank you?” you stumbled over your words, and he offered a nod to you as you handed him your shirt, you groaned and buried your face in your hands as Cass turned back to talk to his friends, Kris chortled behind you, and you glared at her “No no! I'm not making fun of you, that was cute” she confesses, and you blush even more in embarrassment, you elbow her and she laughs louder, you sigh “I’m going to go get a drink from the bar” you tell her and she nods, you jumped over the couch where Jade was still seated and made your way to the bar, a group of men were sitting on the stools there, you had initially ignored them as you ordered your (Insert anything here), you took a seat on the nearest stool, which was right next to the biggest looking of the men, he threw a side glance your way and you looked back.

Your face lightens up seeing him “Damian!” despite the WWE storyline you had been great friends with Damian, you had feelings for him but pushed them down, he was substantially older then you,(Y/N is between their her 20s-30 so you can make that decision lol) he smiles at you “Hey! Bonita! how’ve you been? y’know since the whole Vince thing?” you shrugged “I mean, I’m in the All Elite family now” his eye brows raised at this new inquiry “Really?” “yeah my party is over there, they rented out the private couch” he nodded and the rest of his group by now stared over at you, the rest of the judgement day accompanied by a friendly face, you’d known him as Matt Riddle, he waved at you and you waved back “Hey you guys should come join me!” I propose and they all share a look “I mean if it’s okay with everyone else” “One second” you popped off the stool and walked over to your AEW party.

“You guys mind if I invite some WWE friends over?” seeing mostly everyone say they don’t mind you walked back over to your other friends, nodding at them “You guys are more then welcome” just now did the bartender slip your drink over, you placed a $10 bill on the counter as you and your friends made your way to the party “Hey everyone! this is the Judgement Day!” everyone looked your way and seemed to acknowledge them, you lead them over to a couch and they sat down, you between Damian and Rhea, you guys chatted before a familiar face with tufts of bleached blonde hair made his way over, you smiled and popped up, pulling Darby into a hug, his arm instinctly reached over to hold your waist, Damian looked between the two of you and seemed irritated but didn’t voice anything “This is Darby!” you said sweetly, Darby nodded in acknowledgement “Sup?”

Damian stood up and shook the man’s hand, holding on a little longer then what seemed necessary, Darby pulled his hand back and averted his attention to he girl “I’m going to go outside for some fresh air, care to join me?” she smiled and nodded, but Damian clearing his throat interrupted the two “Mind if I join?” his smile seemed sincere enough so before Darby could shut down the idea you nodded and off you three went, you smiled as you leaned into Darby’s side, missing the looks of jealousy and smugness that was shot between the two men, they stepped out of the bar and into the pristine crisp night air, you breathed it in and latched off of Darby’s arm, walking ahead of the two men, taking in the view of the moon and the stars in the night sky.

Darby and Damian seemed to be locked into a staring contest when you twisted back around to see if they were still with you “Come on you two” she said but they seemed to not hear her as they continue staring, you decided to get up to some mischief and whistled loudly, getting their attention and then turning around, running off as fast as you could as all you could do was giggle (Damn, I’m sorry for the girlies who chose heels lol) you ran around the corner of your street and down an alley, hiding yourself between a bin, you watched as the two came around the corner and tried to stifle your giggles, Darby snapped his head down the alley and begin walking down, you took this as a queue to get up and start running again, giggling all the way you turned down the other end of the alley, you ran until you hit something solid, or more so, someone.

“Gotcha bonita” he whispered in your ear giving you goosebumps as you giggled in his arms “Oh no!” you laughed even harder when Darby turned down the alley with an unimpressed look, you smiled as you dropped down from Damian’s arms “That was a workout, but it worked, you guys stopped acting weird” you hum as you take back off in the direction of the club.

you weren’t aware the boys were far behind you at this point, but you kept skipping, Damian and Darby seemed to not like each other much “I think its cute that a little man like you thinks you deserve someone like her” Damian inquires the much shorter man, Darby snarls at him “and you think you do? yeah, you call me when you wake up with her under your arm, because I know I already did” Darby walks ahead of Damian as he stands there, trying to process what Darby had just said.

Your father always said he didn’t want you to be like him, he’d run around with all different girls and eventually you came from that, he wouldn’t tell you, that you were a mistake but you knew deep down you were, that didn’t stop you from loving your dad as much as you could, why am I bringing this up? Well, you found yourself in bed this morning, it was surprisingly warm this morning, you looked over to see the tufts of bleached blonde hair you adored, you giggled and pecked his forehead - at least it wasn’t a different guy - you thought to yourself, Darby stirred in his sleep, you carefully slipped out of the bed, picking up your under garments and slipping them back on, slipping on Darby’s shirt lying on the ground, you hummed and walked into the small kitchenette of the hotel room, seeing a ripped condom packet, you guys must have been going everywhere last night, you groaned in disgust and flicked the packet into the small bin, you sighed and a knock at your hotel door pulled you out of your thoughts as you stepped over and opened it....

ooh eheheeh cliffhanger, im evil aren’t I?

#aew #aew x reader #wwe x reader #wwe #darby allin #darby allin x reader #jamie hayter #jamie hayter x reader #jade cargill #orange cassidy #damian priest #damian priest x reader #the judgement day #tay conti

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princelylove · 11 days

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Time escapes Leone.

To say ‘escape’ is to say he once had a firm grip on it. Perhaps it would be better to say it evades him.

No, it vexes him. It hinders him, it goes out of its way to torture, no, to torment him. Leone feels time slip through his fingers- sand pools in his palms, and despite his efforts, it still finds a way to slip out. The sand never gets under his nails, never makes its home in the cracks of his hands, it only appears and disappears.

He’s had that dream for as long as he can remember. The ending has never changed. He suffocates under the sand, and yet he clings to it- it’s better if he can just hold on, he thinks.

Anything before his… ‘incident’ is blurry. He’s tried to go back, but Moody Blues plays nothing but static. Even his own stand hates him, it refuses to obey him, refuses to play anything he wants to see.

Nobody wants to see the moment their beloved decided to leave them. Nobody wants to see how assured they were, how their shoulders released so much tension the second they got out. It’s all the damn thing will play.

Moody Blues whirs as the scene- the same fucking scene- plays. Leone’s always hated the lack of emotion in Moody Blues- its face is empty, without any distinct features besides from the ridge of its nose, and its soulless eyes. Of course Leone’s stand would look soulless. The only real feature is the screen on its forehead, the number is overkill at this point. Who cares about the time you left him? He doesn’t plan on making a countdown or celebrating the anniversary down to the millisecond. Yay, my darling left me in three, two, one, happy divorce!

A better term would be ‘breakup’ but Leone thinks ‘divorce’ is less embarrassing, somehow. It’s more mature. ‘Breakup’ makes him feel like a teenager getting dumped for the first time. He’d drink about it then, he’d drink about it now.

You probably preferred me when I was gentle. That’s why you left. Because I was a brute that couldn’t keep it in his pants, couldn’t say the right things, couldn’t keep you happy…

Leone takes another swig from the bottle on his lap, and instead of a familiar splash as he puts the bottle back, he’s met with silence. Two down, however much is left in the cabinet to go.

I thought you liked my voice. Thought you liked deep sounds because it reminded you of me. God, that’s moronic…

He pops open his second- or maybe fourth, he’s not sure, bottle of wine. He’s been drinking water too, not that he deserves it, but wine has always been here when nothing else has.

Are you claustrophobic…? It’s not like I kept you in my room, you could go anywhere but his room or the balcony.

The first sip is always the best, his lipstick often ruins the bottle- why he doesn’t just pour it out into a proper glass is obvious, a brute like him doesn’t deserve the privilege of a real glass. He doesn’t want to defile it like he’s done to you- although he’d use the word desecrate.

Don’t you enjoy confinement? Don’t you enjoy not thinking all the time? I would’ve killed for a situation like that when I was younger.

He fumbles with the bottle, and drops it. The wine spills all over his legs and the nice rug under him. There’s a little left in the bottle- it’s salvageable, in Leone’s eyes, he immediately takes a sip of what’s left of it- but he gets off of his ass to clean it up.

God. He’s not a good caretaker, can barely take care of himself. No wonder you didn’t wanna stick around. Stupid to think you’d want a guy like him to take care of you, to do the thinking, can barely stand up by himself without wobbling like an idiot.

It takes a while to clean up his mess. Leone takes the opportunity to wash his face- rinse, really, the makeup didn’t come off at all- and spends the next couple of minutes staring at himself in the mirror. Pathetic man…..

Once he’s done treating the rug, he goes into his kitchen, and just sort of stares at the wine cabinet. It’s empty. His last chance at relief, and he wasted it. God must think this is all just a big joke.

#yandere leone abbacchio #my little punching bag of a man #tiny drabble for the soul

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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 85 - The Bach Bash Part 2

Drew later heads upstairs to use the restroom when they see someone all by themselves.

Drew: Libby, right? You doing okay?

Libby: Yeah, yeah. Just needed a minute alone.

Drew: I can respect that. I'll get out of your hair.

Libby: No, it's okay, you can stay.

Libby: I, uh, I didn't want to bring this up and make Ophelia feel bad for me, but I broke up with my girlfriend this morning.

Drew: Sorry to hear it.

Libby: It's for the best. We had different interests. Y'know, I like pineapple on pizza, she likes cheating on me with her ex.

Libby: Oh Watcher, I'm sorry, that's the juice talking. I'm happy for Ophelia and I'm over her, really I am, I just don't want to bring her down tonight.

Drew: I'm sorry that happened, that's really shitty. It's okay if you're not in a party mood, I party hard enough for two.

Drew: Any friend of Ophelia's is a friend of mine. If you want to chill out here, that's cool, but when you're ready, I'll be there to hype you up on the dance floor. That's what we party animals do.

Libby: Thanks, Drew. You're sweet. No wonder Ophelia thinks so highly of you.

After a while, you know Ophelia would want to give it a crack.

Ophelia: Come on, pleeeeaaaase?

Marcie: Haha, why not?

Drew: CHUG CHUG CHUG!

Joaquin: Go, babe! Get that bride blasted!

Oh no. I know that face all too well.

Marcie: Ophelia? Are you-

The answer is no. Marcie should really be used to spit up by now, but it's not as cute coming from an adult.

Marcie: Oh Watcher!

Marcie fumbles and accidentally dumps Ophelia's juiced ass on the ground.

Marcie can't help but laugh.

Marcie: I think you and Xander need to stick to cups!

Ophelia groans and stands back up.

Ophelia: I'm the bride, gravity shouldn't apply to me!

Ophelia: Bartender! One Sea of Fire please!

Xander: Fancy, I like it.

Ophelia: Hey, you only get married once. Hopefully.

After a few more sips, Ophelia is properly sloshed. Xander's not doing much better. She easily dips him.

Ophelia: We're gonna be marrrrrriiiiiieeeed.

The two sloppily make out, as if half the people they know aren't 5 feet away.

Ophelia: Watcher, you look good tonight. I wanna rip that stupid flannel shirt right off of you.

Xander: What are you suggesting, Miss Lemon?

Ophelia: You have any condoms?

Xander: No.

Ophelia: Me neither. Oh well.

The party roars on until it's time for Marcie and Joaquin to pick up their kids.

Marcie: Moses, right? Have you seen the happy couple? Joaquin and I wanted to say goodbye.

Moses: Sorry, love, haven't seen those two for a while.

Marcie: Weird, me either.

The future newlyweds somehow managed to end up on the beach near the now abandoned plaza in town. They were originally going to go for a juiced late-night swim… but they got distracted while changing and Xander… slipped.

It's a beautiful night. Perfect for some public woohoo.

Part of Ophelia wants to be embarrassed for being so shameless but a bigger and hornier part of her doesn't care. The chill of the autumn night on her bare skin as she rides her future husband feels incredible. She's never felt more connected to Xander, more in love.

Ophelia gasps as Xander releases inside her. They've never not used a condom before, so it's a new, but welcome sensation.

Xander: Did you finish, baby?

Ophelia: Yeah. I don't think I need to ask you the same.

Xander: Sorry.

Ophelia: No, no, it felt good.

Ophelia: That was fun. I always have fun with you.

Xander: Me too, Lemon Cake.

Ophelia hugs Xander, her buzz making her feel a little silly.

Ophelia: Do you think anyone saw my butt?

Xander: If they did, now they know I'm marrying the woman with the best butt in Tartosa.

Ophelia: I love you, Xander. Thanks for being mine.

Xander: I love you too, Ophelia. Thanks for being mine.

As the two enjoy the night in each other's arms, Ophelia starts to sober up and her mind can't help but wander…

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devirnis · 10 months

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For the soft prompts can I ask for Eddie calling Buck pretty? Like idk they’re in an established real shop and maybe buck is gross from the end of a hard shift or he’s having a bad day or whatever and Eddie just looks at him or something

hi hi! thank you for the prompt, and I hope you enjoy :)

Eddie loves being a firefighter. Even when he has a shift that’s hard or depressing, he can take solace in the fact that he’s making a difference in the world, helping people. But every so often, a shift comes along that just sucks the morale out of everyone. A shift where the calls are dumb and the people are angry and there’s barely enough downtime to decompress before the alarm goes off again.

Today, unfortunately, was one of those days.

The cherry on top of the shitty shift had been their last call that pushed them into overtime: responding to a car that had somehow managed to go over the barriers on Wilshire Blvd and end up in MacArthur Park Lake. Buck had been first out of the engine, wading out through less-than-pristine water (the seagulls were out in full force today) to get to the car. The driver had clearly been on something and was none too pleased about being extracted from his vehicle, even though it was mostly submerged. Before the rest of the team could get out there, the driver took a swing at Buck that had Buck stumbling backwards to avoid it. Something under the water made him stumble, and then Buck was pinwheeling his arms as he crashed backwards into the water.

Buck had only been underwater for a handful of seconds, but Eddie’s heart was in his throat the entire time. Sloshing through the water made it hard to get anywhere quickly; Eddie picked up his pace nonetheless. The driver was just lucky that Ravi and Chim made it to him first, so Eddie could direct his help to pulling a spluttering Buck up out of the water.

The ride back to the station is subdued. Everyone’s tired, not in the mood for smalltalk after such a demoralizing shift. On Eddie’s right, Buck has crammed himself as close to the side of the engine as possible, as if trying to keep the dirty water dripping from his uniform from getting on anyone else. Privately, Eddie doesn’t know why Buck is bothering; they’re going to dump their uniforms in the laundry as soon as they get home anyway, but Buck is radiating such intense don’t-touch-me energy that Eddie just has to grit his teeth and bear it for the moment.

When they finally arrive back at the station, they all file exhaustedly out of the engine. Bobby gives a short, somewhat lacklustre speech about shaking off frustrating shifts, and then they all make a beeline for the locker room. Hen, Chimney and Ravi are gone within two minutes, not even bothering to change and instead just grabbing their bags out of their lockers and practically sprinting for the parking lot.

Once everyone else is gone, Eddie turns to Buck, who’s been slowly peeling out of his soaked clothes in the corner. “You wanna shower here or at home?”

Buck’s button-up lands on the floor with a splat. “Here. I don’t want this smell in your truck.”

After he shucks out of his pants, he scurries off to the showers in his boxers and undershirt. Eddie briefly considers grabbing a plastic bag from the kitchen for Buck’s clothes, but decides instead to follow him. He knows the shift was disheartening, but the little rain cloud of gloom that’s been hanging over Buck’s head since he fell in the water has Eddie mildly concerned.

Eddie finds Buck in front of the far shower stall, frowning down at the cheap shampoo and conditioner that Eddie knows he hates using. Making sure to keep his steps a little heavy so that Buck hears him coming, Eddie walks up behind him and winds his arms around Buck’s waist. It’s a little more PDA than is strictly workplace-appropriate, given that Buck is basically in his underwear, but somehow Eddie doubts that Bobby would give them grief for it today. After a few seconds, Eddie feels Buck relax slightly, leaning back against him.

“Eddie, I’m disgusting,” Buck says, but the protest is half-hearted at best.

And, look, logically Eddie knows that Buck’s talking about himself in this specific moment, still dripping and smelling of stale water – but Eddie also knows that Buck’s insecurities still pop up sometimes when they’re least expected, and Eddie will never pass up an opportunity to reassure his boyfriend.

“Nah,” Eddie says, squeezing him round the middle. “You’re pretty.”

Buck blinks, scoffs a little, but Eddie doesn’t miss the way the back of his neck goes red. “I’m literally covered in bird shit water.”

“I mean, I’m not gonna pretend this is the best you’ve ever smelled, but.” Eddie shrugs, smiles. “You’re still pretty.”

Buck turns around in his arms and, yep, Buck’s face is definitely flushed, “Oh yeah? You hot for me or something?”

Eddie rolls his eyes playfully. “You finally figure that out after eleven months?”

He leans in, but before he can prove just how serious about this he is, Buck stops him with a gentle hand in the centre of his chest.

“Okay, okay, I believe you,” Buck says, chuckling. “And I also love you too much to risk you getting some weird bird flu if you kiss me when I’m like this.”

“Fair point,” Eddie concedes, and lets Buck go. “Better hurry up and rinse off. And then I’ll show you just how hot I am for you when we get home.”

“’Kay,” Buck grins dopily. And then he’s scrambling out of the rest of his clothes, nearly tripping as he gets his feet tangled in his boxers in his haste.

Eddie snorts at Buck’s eagerness, but he won’t tease him for it. Not today. As Buck bangs the shower door closed behind him, Eddie begins removing his own uniform. His shirt is slightly rank from the hug, but they have to do laundry anyway. And besides, a little smell is more than worth it to see Buck smile.

(also on ao3)

#mycoolusernamesstuff #911 ficlet #buddie ficlet #evan buckley x eddie diaz #softprompts #myfic

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strangeinvader9 · 2 years

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MerRatty

Working in the Marine Wildlife Rehabilitation Facility was fun. You got to see many different animals, you got to interact with people of the same interests and sometimes you got to travel to different cities.

At the moment, you were working with a few seals to make sure they were healing properly. They were goofy creatures and you loved working with them. "Okay, spin," you instructed.

The seals spun awkwardly on the land. They weren't the most graceful out of water, but you had to make sure they could still hold their own weight.

"Good. Very good. Speak."

A chorus of seal barks was your response.

"Yes!" Happy with their progress, you rewarded them with their fish and sent them on their way into the deeper end of the pool.

As you were on your way to do another check up, you were interrupted by one of your coworkers. You got as far as "Hey Lu-" before something wet and kind of squishy was shoved into your arms.

"I can't take him anymore, you deal with him," she snapped before leaving.

You watched after her, puzzled before looking down and spotting an octo-mer in your arms. "When did we get a merpup?" You wondered as the little one scowled up at you with an adorable looking pout.

"Hi," you greeted.

The merpup scowled, obviously not happy about something.

You hummed thoughtfully. "Maybe what you could use is a little alone time. Let's get you back to your tank so you can adjust."

After a few weeks, you understood why your coworker had dumped the octo-mer in her arms the way she had. He was antisocial and would throw things at anyone that bothered him. Somehow you were the exception. Ratchet, as you'd named the little grouch, often wandered the MWRF with you as a grumpy backpack. You carried a water bottle around to keep him hydrated which often ended up getting thrown at whomever took your attention from him for more than ten minutes.

"You gotta stop that, Ratchet," you scolded gently as he once again threw the bottle.

"He was annoying," the merpup huffed.

"Doesn't matter, you need to socialize if you're gonna make it out in the wild."

"I don't wanna."

"What do you mean you don't wanna?"

"I like being with you. If I go out in the wild, I'll be hunted and I won't get to see you."

You smiled, rubbing his little head. "You'll still see me, just not as often. Besides, just think of all the cool things you'd get to see."

"Like what?"

"Sunken ships, coral reefs, underwater caverns, whales, other mers. It's a huge world out there and being a sea creature, you'll get to see things I'll never even dream of. But you won't get to see any of it if you don't get out of here first."

Ratchet's tentacles tightened around your arms and waist, a sign you knew meant he wasn't too happy. "Promise I'll still see you," he demanded.

"I promise. Every chance I get, I'll go to the spot we release you and wait for you," you promised.

"Then I'll go. I'll tell you all about what I find."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

#xoc #ratchet #idw ratchet #ratchet x reader

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sansxfuckyou · 1 year

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High tension, in a car of all places

Summary: Trucy accidentally surprises Taka, luckily for her, Simon is there to help! Unluckily they forgot to wear their extremely bulky overcoat and Miles ends up finding the aftermath.

Warnings: Light gore descriptions, swearing, check tags for further warnings.

Authors Note: Unable to do anything until I get this on paper, I just think Simon would be the worst when indoctrinated with a drug cocktail and needed to put it into words, its not much more than the car ride, but I still had fun writing it, once again, I take reblogs as a form of currency over likes.

Turns out spooking a hawk is not a wise idea.

Turns out Simon likes throwing themself into dangers path for fun or otherwise.

Turns out hawks can partially disembowel humans if scared enough.

Turns out that Miles does not like the agency looking like a murder scene.

Turns out Simon is getting a surgery.

And they are making their delirious state everyones problem and nothing can stop them, not even the organs threatening to spill.

They ferried them to the hospital in the back of a 2005 Subaru outback, they were talking absolute nonsense as they bled out in the trunk, innards sloshing with turns. Trucy sat in the passenger seat, silently, and the grip Miles had on the steering wheel threatened to tear the fabric used, even with the faint 'wee' heard from the back on the occasional turn, followed by high pitched giggles.

The shit that Simon was spouting had everyone in a state of shock, Klavier sat in the back beside Apollo as they had to help carry Simon down multiple flights of stairs, stomach torn open. They both ended up sticking around despite the fact they could've simply left at any time before they dumped Simon onto a bed of towels in the trunk. It was impossibly awkward in the tense silence of the car, Simon had stopped talking, Miles took initiative to fill the silence; lovely, someone forgot to take out the ripped Doom Eternal soundtrack, he's going to throttle someone.

The screaming, the grinding, the constant noise, it grated on the ears of Klavier who had a fine tuned mind for the stuff; he could appreciate the instrumental side to an extent, but otherwise it hurt his ears. Miles on the other hand, to him it sounds fine, somewhat like classical, just with different instruments, still carefully calibrated, still elaborate, still classy as fuck. Apollo had gotten used to this sort of music, Trucy not so much, but she still adapted and was fine with it while Klavier groaned silently.

Then came a somewhat drunken tone, followed by shuffling.

"What are we listening to?" Was the question asked, shockingly coherent given Simons state, but when Apollo glanced back to find Simon somehow propped up for eye contact he nearly screamed.

"Lie the fuck down right now!" Apollo shrieked and the sudden sound caused a harsh swerve, near collision, and Miles whipped his head back to see the problem.

"Simon! I'm killing you if we don't die on the road first!" Miles shouted at Simon who slumped back to the damp towels below them, another swerve followed by a delirious 'wee' from Simon, "fucking children, I hate you all."

"What did I do?" Klavier asked, his tone was a demand as he started the question, but it slowly shrunk to nothing at the glare Miles served him, silencing, murder, death, destruction, he had been killed by one look, now he gets why people don't screw with Edgeworths.

"Wanna say that again, Klavier motherfucking Gavin?" Miles dared, his tone was a tease and Klavier knew that if he dared he would never see the light of day again.

"No," Klaviers response was quiet, almost to quiet to hear over the music.

"Good, Trucy, be a dear and change the song," Miles said, at first his tone was stern, but it softened undeniably so for a somewhat frightened Trucy who did as asked.

"How long is it until we reach the hospital?" Apollo asked, his tone was submissive and afraid and worried all at once, how he managed was beyond everyone, even his boyfriend.

"Anywhere between ten minutes and hours, depends how many traffic laws we bypass," Miles said, shrugging his extremely tense shoulders as he did so.

"We should bypass, all the laws!" Simon exclaimed from the trunk, they were still in shock, head propped on a full bottle of wind shield wiper fluid, they weren't seeing things right for sure.

"Simon, we aren't bypassing any laws-!" The statement was torn from Apollos form at the sharp turn Miles had taken, they were air born, and a thud, a small splash of Simons organs rearranging themselves.

"What the fuck dad!?" Klavier shouted, quick to cover his mouth upon realizing his choice of words.

"We jumped a ramp, Klavier," Miles said, offering a hand to Trucy who was visibly shaking, "now care to explain why you called me dad?"

"Well, its just, you're kind of like a father, you know, been years since I saw mine," Klavier explained, very, very ashamed of having made such a mistake in front of his boyfriend and someone drugged up on blood loss and red wine because Miles said it eases pain whilst pouring himself a small shot and Simon a large shot, "and it gets kind of pointless to wander without any past s-"

"Are we really doing this conversation now?!" Trucy barked at Klavier, twisting in her seat to try and grasp the collar of his shirt, stress in her body visible as her heart raced and body shook, it took her a long time to speak up.

"Klaviers getting bee-eet when we get home," Simon giggled, gently banging their fist on the back of Klaviers seat and his embarrassment rose.

"Trucy, I know I am yet to be your legal father on paper, but I'm imposing my fatherly powers and telling you to shut the fuck up before I drive us off a cliff by accident!" Miles snapped, tearing his eyes from the road to glare at Trucy, who did exactly as told, no one in the car knew a simple car ride could evoke such rage and stress and emotional tension.

The rest of the ride was nearly silent, Simon still talked, but once they were carried into the front room of the hospital they got separated from each other.

And thus the curious site of a lawyer, a rock star, a prosecutor and a magician sitting in the waiting room of a hospital, all of which bloodied, was brought to life.

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daxwritesstories · 29 days

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College AU Part 7: IMNOTYOURBOYFRIENDBABY

Content warning: violence, emotional abuse

Scene 1: IMNOTYOURBOYFRIENDBABY

(Scene title by 3oh!3)

INT. Boys Dorm Hallway - Late afternoon

Ace and Zayn are walking down the hallway together. They are both smiling and giggling in a flirtatious manner. Ace is holding onto Zayn's arm.

ACE: That was so much fun!

ZAYN: I'm glad you had fun. I like seeing you smile.

Ace smiles and bashfully hides his face with his free hand.

ACE: You're too sweet.

Zayn laughs as they turn the corner, almost at their dorm. His smile is quickly replaced by a look of confusion though.

We see that Cyra is leaning against their door, looking down at the floor. Zayn stops so Ace does too. Ace hasn't noticed Cyra yet though.

ZAYN: Uh, were you expecting someone?

Ace looks up and immediately scowls when he sees Cyra. Cyra looks up too.

CYRA: Hey! Ace, uh–

ACE: What are you doing here?!

Ace lets go of Zayn's arm and angrily takes a step towards Cyra.

ACE: How the fuck did you find my dorm?

CYRA: I just asked around, it wasn't hard.

Ace just stares at Cyra in disbelief.

CYRA: You weren't answering my texts! I had to talk to you somehow.

ACE: I wasn't answering your texts for a reason.

Cyra ignores Ace and glares at Zayn instead.

CYRA: Who's this?

ACE: This is my roommate. I told you about him. Remember?

ZAYN: Hi, I'm Zayn!

Cyra responds in a resentful tone.

CYRA: Cyra.

Zayn cautiously takes a step back.

ZAYN: Uh... it sounds like you two have something you need to talk about.

Ace sighs.

ACE: Yeah. Could you excuse us?

ZAYN: Sure. I'll be back later.

Zayn takes a few steps backwards before turning around to walk away. Ace calls out to him.

ACE: Thanks!

Ace waits until Zayn turns the corner before unlocking the door to his dorm. He looks at Cyra and points at the doorway.

ACE: Okay. Get inside.

Cyra smiles and happily skips into the room. Ace rolls his eyes and follows her in, shutting the door behind them.

Once inside the room, Ace glares at Cyra intimidatingly.

ACE: What the hell is wrong with you?!

CYRA: Huh?

ACE: You can't just show up at someone's dorm after they turned you down. That's psychopath behavior.

CYRA: I already told you, I'm only here because you wouldn't answer my texts.

ACE: Yeah, I didn't answer because I didn't want to.

Cyra folds her arms and pouts.

CYRA: Why not? Why don't you like me? Everyone likes me.

ACE: Oh. I get it now.

CYRA: Get what?

ACE: You're just a spoiled brat who's gotten everything she ever wanted in life. No one's ever told you no. I'm willing to bet you've never been rejected before.

CYRA: That's not true!

ACE: Oh yeah? How many times have you been rejected then?

Cyra thinks about it for a moment.

CYRA: Um... Does being dumped count?

ACE: No.

Cyra just stares at the floor, not knowing what to say.

ACE: Get out of my dorm and leave me alone.

CYRA: What? No!

Cyra takes a step closer to Ace.

CYRA: Please! Just give me one more chance. I know you think we'll have nothing in common but you never know. I'm sure there's lots of stuff we can talk about.

Ace frowns at Cyra.

ACE: God you're hopeless.

Cyra grabs Ace's hands and begs more.

CYRA: Please! Just let me–

Cyra is suddenly cut off when Ace rips his hands out of her grasp and wraps them around her neck instead. He spins them both around and pushes Cyra back against the door, banging her head on it in the process.

ACE: Okay, listen you little bitch. Nothing you say is gonna change my mind. You know why? Because you're annoying and fucking crazy.

Ace is squeezing Cyra's neck pretty hard, she looks terrified.

ACE: I don't wanna date you. I don't wanna be your friend. I don't want anything to do with you.

Cyra chokes out in protest.

CYRA: But–

Ace tightens his grip even more, causing Cyra to choke and gargle.

ACE: Stop fucking talking! You don't get to argue with me. I'm telling you no. It's never gonna happen. The end. Do you understand me?

Cyra attempts to swallow and manages to nod her head.

ACE: Good.

Ace lets go of Cyra and she collapses to the floor. She coughs and gasps for air. Ace just stares down at her, waiting for her to recover.

When Cyra does recover though, she looks up at Ace with determination.

CYRA: I won't give up. I know I can convince you.

Ace responds by kicking Cyra in the stomach. Cyra winces in pain and covers her midsection with her arm. Ace doesn't seem to care, kicking her arm instead. He kicks her a couple more times before stopping.

ACE: Get out of my dorm.

Cyra looks down at the floor in defeat.

Scene 2: Shut Up And Kiss Me

(Scene title by Marianas Trench)

INT. Laura & Sky's dorm - Night

Sky is sitting at her desk, working on a large drawing. She is focused on her work. She doesn't even look up when the door opens and Laura walks in.

LAURA: Oh good, you're still up. I didn't wanna wake you.

SKY: I have to finish this tonight.

Laura sets her stuff down and walks over to Sky's desk. She looks over her shoulder at the drawing. We see that it is a drawing of a dress on a mannequin.

LAURA: What is it?

SKY: It's an assignment for my light study class.

Laura rests her hands on Sky's shoulders. It seems to make Sky a little nervous.

LAURA: It's beautiful.

SKY: Thanks.

Laura watches Sky draw for a bit longer, thinking about something.

LAURA: Hey, Sky?

SKY: Hm?

Sky doesn't look up from her drawing. Determined to get her attention, Laura places a hand on the other girl's cheek and gently turns her head. As soon as she's close enough, she leans in and kisses Sky.

Sky lets the kiss happen, closing her eyes for a moment. When Laura pulls away, she stares up at her with a dazed look in her eyes.

LAURA: Sorry. I know you have to finish your project. I just...

Taking a chance, Laura swings her leg over Sky and sits down on her lap. When Sky doesn't stop her, Laura cups her face in her hands and pulls her into another kiss. This one is much more intimate and quickly turns into a slow make-out.

Sky wraps her arms around Laura's waist, pulling her closer and clinging onto her desperately. Both girls breathe heavily.

They keep their lips locked together until the chair suddenly starts to tip back. Laura reacts quickly, breaking the kiss and sticking her leg further out to stabilize them.

Both girls giggle bashfully.

LAURA: Whoops. Maybe she should move to the bed.

Sky bites her lip.

SKY: Sure...

Scene 3: Got My Mind Set On You

(Scene title by George Harrison)

INT. Science & Psychology building - Morning

Arabella and Cyra are walking together.

CYRA: I haven't even been in this building yet.

ARABELLA: This is where most of my classes are.

CYRA: Are your classes fun?

Arabella raises an eyebrow.

ARABELLA: Hasn't Celia told you anything about them?

CYRA: We usually talk about other stuff.

ARABELLA: Like...?

Cyra smiles and shrugs. Both girls start giggling.

Once they both calm down, Cyra looks around and suddenly stops in her tracks.

Cut to a long shot of one of the nearby, open classroom doors. Ace is leaning against it and talking to someone inside the classroom.

ARABELLA: What?

CYRA: I need to go talk to that guy.

ARABELLA: What guy?

Cyra sighs and starts walking over to where Ace is standing. Arabella follows her.

CYRA: Ace!

Ace looks over when he hears his name called. He looks annoyed when he sees who it is.

ACE: Ugh, not you again.

Ace waves goodbye to whoever he was talking to and stops leaning against the door.

ACE: I thought I told you to leave me alone. Do I have to tell you again?

CYRA: Can we just talk please?

ACE: I don't wanna talk to you.

ARABELLA: What's, uh, what's going on?

ACE: Tell your friend to take a hike.

Ace leans in close to Cyra, getting right up in her face.

ACE: I'm not interested.

Cyra frowns.

CYRA: So that's it? One date is all I get?

ACE: Yeah.

ARABELLA: You two went on a date?

CYRA: We went on one date and we didn't even get to talk much.

ACE: We talked enough for me to know that we wouldn't work. I already told you why.

CYRA: And I asked you to just give me one more chance. Come on, it could be fun! What are you doing tonight?

ACE: You're really still interested after what I did to you?

ARABELLA: Wait, what did you do to her?

CYRA: He was just really mean about it when he rejected me.

Ace giggles at Cyra's response.

ACE: Alright, fine. I'll let you try to impress me one more time. But I already have a date tonight.

CYRA: Can I come?

Arabella laughs.

ACE: No. Although...

Ace thinks for a moment.

ACE: You could help me with something before that.

CYRA: Okay!

Ace looks at Arabella.

ACE: Can I steal her?

ARABELLA: Go ahead. I have a class right now anyway.

Cyra giggles and follows Ace as he starts walking away. Arabella smiles and calls after her.

ARABELLA: Try not to get rejected too hard this time!

Ace laughs at Arabella's joke but Cyra ignores it.

Scene 4: Fashionably Late

(Scene title by *checks notes* Falling In Reverse)

INT. Designer clothing store - Morning

Ace is looking through a rack of clothes while Cyra sits on one of the store's benches.

CYRA: I can't believe you're making me buy you clothes for your date.

Ace doesn't take his eyes off the clothes.

ACE: This is what you get for not listening to me.

CYRA: You're mean.

ACE: And yet you're still here.

Ace picks out a sparkly dress and holds it up to his body to show Cyra.

ACE: What about this?

Cyra doesn't look impressed.

CYRA: It's... kinda boring.

Ace sighs and goes back to looking through the rack.

ACE: I probably shouldn't be asking you for fashion advice.

CYRA: You don't like my outfits?

ACE: No.

Cyra laughs.

CYRA: So... I'm assuming you have a date with Zayn?

ACE: Mhm.

Cyra leans back on her hands and stares up at the ceiling.

CYRA: What's so great about Zayn anyway?

ACE: Everything. I mean, have you seen him?

Cyra thinks for a moment.

CYRA: I guess he is pretty cute.

Ace glances at Cyra, looking a little surprised.

ACE: You're in a good mood today. When you met Zayn the other day you looked like you wanted to kill him.

Cyra shrugs.

CYRA: I've been thinking a lot since you, um, politely told me to go away.

Ace giggles.

ACE: What have you been thinking about?

CYRA: Mostly just self-reflecting. Second-guessing what I'm doing with my life.

ACE: I'm surprised you have the ability to self-reflect.

Ace shakes his head.

ACE: You're a strange kid. I didn't think the daughter of the Drake family would be this crazy.

Cyra doesn't respond to that. She just sits there with a thoughtful look on her face. Ace selects another garment from the rack. This time it's a black bodysuit with cut-outs on the side and a see-through middle. He holds it up to his chest and Cyra examines it. She nods approvingly.

CYRA: Now we're talking.

Ace laughs.

Scene 5: My Best Friend's Girl

(Scene title by The Cars)

INT. Celia & Cyra's dorm - Afternoon

The door to the room opens and Celia, Arabella, and Sky walk in together. Celia immediately throws her school bag onto her bed.

SKY: Does Cyra have a class right now?

CELIA: No. She's probably just out causing trouble.

ARABELLA: Typical.

Arabella sits down on Cyra's bed. Celia sits cross-legged on her own bed and Sky settles down on the floor in front of Celia's bookshelf. She starts looking through the manga.

ARABELLA: Are you sure you don't mind us studying while you read, Sky? We might be loud.

SKY: It's fine. I don't need quiet to read.

CELIA: Manga's pretty easy to read.

SKY: Yeah.

Sky selects a book and moves to lean back against the wall. Arabella reaches into her bag and pulls out a plant biology textbook.

ARABELLA: Shall we begin?

CELIA: Sure. Quiz me.

Arabella replies in a joking tone as she opens the textbook.

ARABELLA: Professor Arabella's pop quiz starts now. What are the two main types of plants?

CELIA: Va–

ARABELLA: Uh-uh. Raise your hand first.

Celia raises her hand and Sky giggles.

ARABELLA: Yes, Celia.

CELIA: Vascular and nonvascular.

ARABELLA: Very good. Which type uses tubes to transport food and water through the plant?

Celia raises her hand again.

ARABELLA: Yes?

CELIA: Vascular.

ARABELLA: That's correct. Good girl, Celia.

Celia puts her hand down in shock and blushes. Sky laughs again, this time a bit louder. Arabella notices this and smiles at her.

ARABELLA: She'll remember all of this better if I exploit her praise kink. Right, Celia?

Celia hides behind her hands and falls onto her back, groaning in frustration.

CELIA: Cyra told you about that, didn't she?

ARABELLA: Yes and she really shouldn't have. I'm sorry but you're screwed now.

Celia just groans again. Sky giggles again and bashfully hides her face behind the manga she's reading.

ARABELLA: Does my star student want to answer the next question too?

Celia sits up again.

CELIA: Yes...

ARABELLA: You should know this one. What are the two types of vascular plants?

CELIA: Spore producer and seed producers.

ARABELLA: Good girl. And spore producers are all...?

CELIA: Ferns.

ARABELLA: Very good girl.

Celia blushes and falls to her side.

CELIA: You can't do this to me!

ARABELLA: And you can't keep dramatically falling over every time I praise you or else we'll never get through these questions.

Celia grabs her blanket and covers her face with it.

CELIA: I'm not ready!

Arabella laughs almost maniacally.

ARABELLA: This is gonna be a long afternoon for you.

Scene 5: Wrapped Around Your Finger

(Scene title by The Police - or Post Malone if you're a zoomer)

INT. Axel & Drew's dorm - Evening

Axel is sitting at his desk, talking with someone on the phone. He is alone in the dorm. He has a notebook and a textbook open on his desk, studying.

AXEL: I don't know. I mean, my roommate's nice to me but I don't think he likes me much.

Axel anxiously taps his pen on the paper as he listens to the person on the phone.

AXEL: No, no! I haven't really been talking to anyone else.

Axel suddenly drops his pen.

AXEL: What? I can't just not talk to him. We share a room.

Pausing again to listen, Axel blinks in disbelief.

AXEL: No! It's not like that.

Axel leans his elbows on the desk and runs his hand through his hair, clearly upset.

AXEL: But–

We can faintly hear the person on the phone raise their voice, but it's impossible to make out what they're saying. Axel flinches when they yell.

AXEL: Okay, okay, fine! Just drop it. I'll do what I can.

Just as Axel begins to tear up, the door opens. He flinches again and looks behind him to see Drew walking in.

DREW: Hey Axel.

AXEL: I gotta go. My roommate's back.

Axel squeezes his eyes shut to stop himself from crying.

AXEL: Yes, yes, I know! I won't. I won't, okay?

Drew frowns skeptically, hearing the desperation in Axel's voice. Axel pauses and listens.

AXEL: Okay, I'll text you. Yeah, I promise. Okay, bye.

As soon as Axel hangs up, Drew questions him.

DREW: Hey, are you alright?

AXEL: Why don't you mind your own fucking business?!

Drew's eyes widen in surprise when Axel yells at him.

DREW: Sorry. It's just, you seem upset.

AXEL: And why do you care?

Axel abruptly stands up and stomps to the bathroom.

AXEL: Leave me alone!

Drew flinches as Axel slams the bathroom door behind him. Looking confused, Drew sits down on his bed.

#cyra’s world #creative writing #script #sapphic #unrequited #original characters #cyra college au

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venturesomemadamoiselle · 2 years

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July 27, 2022

Hi Journal,

It's currently 7PM and here I am in Starbucks, Bagumbayan. With the Ex. He was the one who escorted my tita to the airport and I was the one who endorsed him to the fam so here ya go.

Good thing I brought my laptop with me so I was able to finish encoding. Would like to encode more but I'll be going back na lang cos it's so chill in here.

Today's realization:

People can lie to your face. Even those who you dearly love. Sadly, they are the ones who can straight lie to your face pa nga.

Jake Cuenca mentioned he never got back to his exes and now I know why. Once a chapter has ended, there's no turning back.

People move on in different ways and I'm still finding out mine. Before, I used to be cool with still being connected to people who hurt me and did me wrong but this time, I wanna quit that. I wanna be the one who walks away this time. The one who stays mad. The one who gives the distance. The one who does not give a fuck. And it's hard. Fucking hard.

I wish I have the strength to hate people so much that I no longer care what and how they're doing. I wish I can hate this guy in Infront of me so I won't no longer miss him.

I don't wanna be around someone who keeps manipulating me. Who keeps lying to my face just because he isn't aware I know half of his shit.

Universe, please help me with this. Please help me be so done. Please help me empty my feelings so I can fully detach now. I wanna be able to look at him and feel nothing anymore. It's been 2 months since the breakup and somehow the feelings lessen naman. But I don't want it to lessen. I want it empty.

Steps to do so:

1. Fully return his investments.

2. Logged out of my dump account that sees everything he's doing. DELETE PICTURES.

3. Journal every day.

4. Involve me in physical activity.

5. Get disconnected from him. FULLY.

It's draining and sad to love a guy incapable of analyzing his feelings. Whose is never honest even to himself. It's heartbreaking to love a guy who does not understand you. Chooses not to.

K**t, may you get what you deserve. May you find someone who teaches you the lesson of life. That hurting and playing girls around isn't cute. May all the pain you give me and the other ones return to you. This isn't me wishing you bad, but it's me wishing you to finally learn your lesson when it comes to love.

May the "what goes around, comes around" hit you so fucking hard.

I lost a big part of me when I decided to share it with you and I'll do my best to get it back. Here's to no longer catching my breath on midnights cause my instincts keep messing with me.

Here's to waking up in the morning feeling free cause there's no one lying and worse, cheating on me.

Here's to no longer getting bothered over someone who doesn't have Facebook and someone who follows multiple girls on Instagram. Go fuck your life and like all those sexy pictures.

Here's to focusing on myself moreeeeee.

Here's to finding a greater love.

I'll forever remember you thru sunset, moon, and city lights, and here's to never taking pictures of them anymore.

Here's to our end game ;)

No longer your muse,

Gianne

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hotaru987-the-2nd · 3 years

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Saw a post about Nagi breeder balls from the one and only @4kh and I was like hmmm, bet! I got you fam!

DNI if a minor please! You will be insta blocked if you don’t have ages in bio! Or some indication you aren’t a minor.

warnings: Breeder balls!Nagi x f!reader, breeding kink........idk lol

You panted heavily, croaking out broken moans and cries, arms wrapped around your pinned legs to dig nails into the muscular back of the man fucking, long, languorous strokes into your sore pussy. With very drag, you felt each vein snaking down his cock, like it was perfectly made to hit every spot that had your breath hitching and eyes tearing. He didn’t move fast, but at an even pace and each time he reached so deep, and with your knees to your ears you felt everything.

Soft tresses of snow white strands tickled the bottom of your chin as lips, hot, soft and passionate mouthed at your neck and chest. Pulling your welcoming flesh between his teeth until a faint sting of pain made you whine, only to be instantly replaced by the pleasure of the bulbous head of his thick cock, punching the entrance of your cervix. “N-na....m’fuck, s’good...More, Nagi please...ugh-”

Nagi picked his head up, face flushed, eyes dropping lazily in pleasure but teal eyes glowing in the light of the blue moon, sharp and intense, as they zeroed in on the way your face twisted in both pain and pleasure. Years of training had finally landed Nagi on the professional soccer stage, but that meant having to leave his pretty little wife for days on end -- Nagi sighed, gut flexing and hips trembling as his dick twitched hard in your cunt with each spurt of cum that made its home in your womb. But he didn’t stop, fucking you through his orgasm until he felt your soft, gummy walls fluttering in time to your growing rambles of ‘yes, gonna cum...fuck...s’big...Nagi…’, before your eyes widened and entire body jerk as much as it could pinned under his heavy, and solid body.

You giggled drunkenly as Nagi kissed you sloppily, before pulling back with a small smile. He loved seeing you like this, mind gone with nothing but thoughts of being fucked full of his cum. His little breeding cow to dump his cum into whenever he wanted. Nagi pulled out hissing slightly as he did, cock bobbing under its own weight. The dark red tip, down to the base of curly white hairs was covered in a mix of your slick and his cum, thick white string breaking once he was too far away---

“N-no….” You sniffled, trying to wiggle your hips to entice him back inside. ‘N-not enough. Need more of your cum.”

Nagi chuckled, finger swiping at your puffy red lips, smirking at how you jumped. You were over sensitive, twitched at the slightest touches but still cried for more. His eyes dropped down to the thick globs of his 4th load oozing from your sloppy pussy. ‘I know baby. Been away too long...Haven’t bred my pretty baby for a while.”

You nodded dumbly, a pout on your face. “Y-yeah, wanna be bred...wanna have your babies and be your good little housewife.” Nagi shuddered, balls swinging heavy with his seed just waiting to fill you up. “You want me to fuck a baby in you that bad, hmm? Just a little cum dump for me to use, yeah--mm, shit--don’t worry. Imma give you want you--ahh--what you want.”

Your mouth fell open in a scream as he was suddenly pitoning his hips against you, back flexing with each thrust as he seemed to use his entire body to pleasure you. Nagi dropped his forehead against yours, as your lips met for a few kisses but the fierceness of his pace made it impossible to continue. Your pleasure grew with each grunt spilling from Nagi’s normally quiet demeanor. ‘Fuck...take it-shit, just a slut aren’t you…”

‘Yes! M’j-just your cum slut-ahh! Please, please, please-” You babbled not even sure what you were saying any more. But you were lost to pleasure long before this. Nagi paused only a moment to sit back on his knees, hands in the crease of your knees to keep you right where he wanted you before starting again, somehow harder than before. He tried to focus on the way your eyes crossed, mouth open and tongue out in fucked-out bliss, but he couldn’t keep his eyes open with the way you were squeezing him like a damn vice. Only able to peak briefly at the milky cream of your orgasms coloring the base of his cock. Moaning deeply at the sight then letting himself get lost in the feel of you.

Though you just came, your 5th - 6th?, 7th? -- you didn’t know at this point, was clawing in your belly. And he was literally fucking your insides so hard you could taste him with every breath. Or maybe that was just the lingering taste of having him down your throat earlier in the night, playing with his low hanging sac that was seemed to never be lacking in semen for your greedy body to accept. You loved sucking on them, just having them in your mouth while he would jerk off over you. But for now his perfect breeder balls slapped your ass with a pussy throbbing sting, with every sink of his hips.

“N-nagi...Na...nagi...ahh!” You cried out with your release, white blanketing your sight for what felt like seconds. But when you came to Nagi, still hard inside of you, had released your legs and was massaging them. You returned his smile with a tired one of your own.

“Had a good nap?” He lifted your leg to kiss your inner knee before leaning down into your open arms, melting into the warm embrace he has come to call home after so many years.

‘How long was I out?” You inquired, kissing the tip of his nose to which he reciprocated, making you giggle “Not long...You seemed tired…”

“Yeah, but cant say the same for you.” You rolled your hips teasingly, watching at the fading lust in his eyes reigniting. He hmm’ed softly, lips running up the curve of your neck and to your ear. “It’s because I’m always conditioned to play overtime.”

You snorted rather unattractively at the poorly timed soccer reference, but it turned into a small gasp when your positions were reversed and you were staring down at your only too beautiful husband. The moon illuminating his sweaty hair like a halo, but darkening the hedonistic hunger in his eyes that sinfully tempted you.

“But this time, let’s switch the offense. Besides, I know you haven’t been filled enough yet. Have you?” He pushed lightly at your stomach, and though completely plugged by his cock you were so stuffed with cum that some of it escaped around your stretched little cunt. You moaned at the feeling. Nagi could be so sweet, and caring one moment and then literally a sex fiend the other. You were so sore, your pussy, body and muscles pleading with you to just sleep. But with his girthy cock still stretching you out, and the slimy fluids between your thighs that should’ve made you cringe only licked at the flames twisting in your gut. Nagi tilted his head slightly with a smug smirk, thick hands resting on your hips.

“That’s my girl. Now, get moving.”

#nagi seishiro x reader #blue lock smut #nagi x reader

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