#id drop out of college and go back home if that were the case and it was possible :

[sexybabystevie]

why do i have to get an actual job. why can't i just write fics for the rest of my life and have that be my source of income

#)) im gonna have to get an on campus job and just. ugh #even the though of spending the next huge chunk of my life working a constant job seems so... scary and boring #sounds like another mental breakdown ngl #i just LOVE writing fics and i so badly wish i could just live out the rest of my life doing that lol #id drop out of college and go back home if that were the case and it was possible : #ofc im not getting paid to do this and im not really suggesting that i should be lol #but im going broke and :)) #anyway this is me being silly #em speaks

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP Fanfic idea: Wrong Number

Bruce prides himself in keeping all of his networks secured. If he didn't make it himself, he had the funds and connections to get him the best working on his systems.

He had backup plans in case the systems were ever hacked, of course, but he had yet to encounter a cyber attack that wasn't beaten away by his firewalls or his team.

Babs and Tim were far more feral when booting out unwanted guests. The level of protection was also transferred to his other systems that weren't Batman-related, just to make sure the connection between Bruce and Batman was never made.

That's why he never really checks his personal phone's caller ID, not the one he gave out as Brucie Wayne, but the one Bruce used for his real life without any masks- civilian or vigilante. The only ones who had the number- and the access- were his children and Alfred.

Not even the Justice League- those who were aware of his identity- knew of this number.

Bruce is in the middle of typing up a report for the next Wayne Board meeting when his personal phone rings. He figures it's Dick giving him a call to update him on his drive home or maybe Jason, as his son was planning on going to college.

"Go for Papa Bruce," He says, knowing his kids hate his phone greeting and doing it deliberately to spite them.

There is a long pause where he can't help but smirk thinking his child is either rolling their eyes or cringing too hard to properly speak. Eventually, a voice cracks over the speaker.

"Hello. I'm selling cookies to raise money for my own star. Would like to buy a box from me?" says a boy, not one he has taken in. The voice is young maybe not even double digits yet. Bruce is alarmed.

"Who are you?! How did you get this number?" He demands, yanking his phone to his face and seeing, with a chill, a phone number out of state.

His system had been compromised. By a child. By accident.

"My name is Danny!" The boy chirps. "I sell cookies. Like the Girl Scouts, but I'm a boy, and I don't scout."

"That's rather fantastic, lad. What kind of cookies are you selling?" Bruce asks to keep the boy on the line while sending an email blast to the others. It's a string of numbers that are code for compromise so they all know to close any communication channel until it's safe to get back on.

"Chocolate chip. Mint Slim. Oatmeal and peanut butter. I made them myself!"

Right. Bruce hooks up his phone, tracing the call. The signal bounces off the call, swinging up to a salute and falling back down to earth. In seconds he has the boy's location. It pings in a small town right outside of Star City.

He sends Barry a private message. His friend is already on the way to the location. He'll get the boy in a few seconds.

"How much for a box of chocolate chips? Those are my favorite." Bruce tells the boy, voice whimsical as his Brucie persona demands.

In an unsure tone, the boy pauses, then whispers, "I don't know. No one ever let me get this far."

"How about twenty for a box of dozen? I'll buy five boxes for each of my kids that live at him," Bruce tells him, and the boy gasps.

"That could buy me one whole night in a hotel!"

Bruce's insides freeze. What did he mean-

"Hey! No! Let go!" Danny suddenly screams. Bruce's heart launches- he hates it when kids get hurt, especially those that sound like Danny- until Barry's voice comes over the speaker.

"I got him, Mr. Wayne. Thank you for alerting the Justice League Hotline." That's code for This is not a threat to you Batman and Bruce allows himself to relax just a little.

"Narc!" The boy shouts, outraged, before the call drops. Barry is likely taking over the situation, which means Bruce can leave it in his capable hands.

After reassuring his kids that he is fine and that they are all safe, he suits up and meets the Flash in the Watch Tower. There, he learns that Danny is only seven years old and has been living on the streets for a while.

The boy had been surviving by baking some cookies to sell on the side of the street- where did he bake them? The boy would not say- until he got the bright idea to try to sell through phone calls like he had seen on TV.

He punched in random numbers at the community center phone and gave his pitch about a star, thinking people would be more willing to buy from him if he had an excellent reason.

Barry had left him with CPS, but he looked devastated about that. It turned out that Danny was a meta and had likely been kicked out of his home once it was found out based on what he said of his parents.

Bruce felt he should assure Barry that Danny was fine and look into his placement to help settle his more sensitive teammate's nerves.

He was unhappy that Danny was not in a good placement; there were far too many reports from a concerned neighbor to make him think it was a safe place. Given the fact that placement had a lot of meta kids that "fell through the cracks," Bruce worried he had just stumbled across a trafficking ring.

He would sick Barry and Jason on them. Just to ensure they wouldn't see the light of day again.

Still, that did not fix his mistake with Danny, the little cookie seller.

Bruce hacked into the system to move Danny. He thought about where he would move the young child but ultimately had him in Wayne Manor.

Just until he could confirm that he would be safe. He certainly didn't think about the adorable little boy who called him with his heart in his hand and got sent to a terrible place for three weeks because of Bruce.

Danny arrived at Wayne Manor with a happy little bounce and a chipper outlook on life than Bruce was expecting. "If it isn't Mr. Narc!"

God, he going to adopt the boy, isn't he?

(Danny has been thrown into a different universe, aged down to a child. He survived by overshadowing people into letting him spend the night baking cookies.

He was thrown into a somewhat typical home, but the nosy neighbor down the street took far too much notice of his overshadowing, and now he was being moved again.

Maybe he can terrorize Mr. Narc now instead? )

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Danny de-age #Dimension travel #Crack #Basically He overshaowed people and everyone lost their minds about it #Barry will fight Bruce for Danny #Danny will make it his life goal to be Bruce's life hell

[kkuramyeons]

✮ let it happen - huh yunjin x reader

summary: on your group’s second to last day in new york- and your first time back home in three years, yunjin suggests you two go out to commemorate being back home after so long, little did you know there was more than met the eye when it came to yunjin. 

pairing: idol!yunjin x idol!reader 

themes: fluff, date night, drinking, slight obliviousness, dancing around feelings, slightly suggestive at the end, making out… etc.

wc: 3.3k

a/n: lowercase is intended, hope you enjoy! i had so much fun writing this, i love new york so much, and yunjin has been on my mind SO much lately, so… enjoy part of my yunjin brainrot. I promise to post more frequently, classes are killing me sigh…

✮ ✮ ✮

“all this running along, i can’t fight it much longer…”

after a long day of interviews and shooting content for various media outlets, all you wanted was to arrive back to your hotel room and catch up on some much-needed rest, but it seemed a certain redhead had other plans. 

“you brought your id with you, right?” whispered yunjin in your ear as she leaned closer to you in the backseat of the black caravan. 

you looked at her confused as to why she was whispering since it was only the two of you in the car, eunchae, kazuha and sakura riding in the car in front of you as you all made your way back to the hotel. 

“you literally packed it in my suitcase before we left for new york, yunjin,” you replied, eyes glued on your phone. 

“i’m just making sure, don’t want our plans to fall through” answered the redhead. 

“and what would those be?” you asked, raising a brow at the older girl. 

“going to the bars, of course!” yunjin replied, with a smile adorning her face, showing you her phone which had a list of bars around the city. 

“what?” you laughed, not taking the older girl seriously at first, but seeing as yunjin just stared blankly at you, you widened your eyes in disbelief.

“there’s no way manager-nim is letting us go clubbing in new york. we’re idols, in case you forgot,” you said as a million thoughts ran through your head." there’s literally a billboard in times square with our faces on it,” you added. 

you could already see the anonymous tips on deuxmoi’s instagram, the blind items and probably dispatch turning your night out into a possible dating scandal. 

knowing that your head was probably running wild with a million negative scenarios, yunjin put her hand on your thigh, which instantly got your attention, turning your head to face her, with a slight blush on your cheeks. 

“not tonight we’re not! tonight i’m jennifer huh and you’re y/n l/n, two normal girls from nyc just looking for a good time,” she replied with an easy smile, explaining how she managed to sneak a few accessories from the stylists so you could change your appearance a bit. 

skeptically, you nodded your head in understanding, muttering about the redhead’s insistence in bringing your new york id in addition to your other travel documents. 

“so that’s why you wanted my new york id…” you trailed off. 

“what did you think it was for?” asked yunjin, as she stared at you curiously, head slightly tilted. 

“student discount at the MET? I don’t know…” you shrugged her off. 

“you were literally a nyu student for a semester almost four years ago… i’m pretty sure those are only for current students,” the redhead replied, scrunching her nose at you, knowing you dropped out the second you got the call to possibly join the group.

“that’s a semester more than you in college!” you replied, sticking your tongue out at the redhead. 

after bickering about past college decisions, yunjin turned to you, asking if you were on board with her plans for the both of you. you nodded, excited for spending time with the girl in the city you loved the most. 

✮⋆˙

once you arrived at your room, yunjin quickly got to work, dropping kazuha off at sakura’s and eunchae’s room, ignoring the younger girl’s whines to join the both of you. 

the youngest of the two pleaded, trying to convince the redhead to join your night out. 

“yunjin-ah, it’s like i’m not even there! seriously i’ll just smile and take pictures that’s all!” kazuha looked up at yunjin with the best puppy eyes she could muster on the spot. 

“yeah! which is why you’re not coming with us. I mean zuha, you won’t even be able to go into the bars, you’re not 21 yet!” answered yunjin, knocking on sakura’s door to drop off kazuha. 

seeing as kazuha deflated at her reply, the redhead reminded her of their plans to get chipotle tomorrow, and how she would go out to eat and explore the city with sakura and eunchae tonight. 

suddenly reminded of all the exciting plans she had, kazuha grinned at yunjin, any disappointment from not joining your plans quickly dissipating. 

opening the room’s door, sakura was met with yunjin and kazuha grinning from ear to ear, which was a sign that something was definitely up. 

“what now?” asked sakura with a hand on her hip, the other holding some yarn. 

“nothing, just dropping off zuha for the night,” yunjin replied with an easy smile, kazuha nodding her head. 

“and where are you off to?” sakura stared at yunjin, brows raised skeptically.

“she’s got a date with y/n!” came an excited reply from a grinning eunchae, who now stood behind sakura. 

knowing she needed more details regarding the american’s whereabouts for the night, the oldest le sserafim member led yunjin inside her room to know what the redheads’ plans were for the night. 

“a date?” asked sakura as she made her way towards the bed. 

yunjin’s eyes widened at the question, quickly stammering excuses. 

“no, it’s not a date! unless you consider two people who care about each other and are back home for the first time in years that are going out together a date, then it’s a date,” 

“if not, which it’s not, then it’s not a date” explained the redhead, suddenly hot at the sudden attention on her. 

“that’s totally a date, unnie” giggled eunchae from beside sakura, sitting on the bed while the oldest continued to crochet what would soon be a beanie. 

“what would you know about dates eunchae?” quipped the oldest, brows raised. 

yunjin grinned as eunchae stammered a response, relieved to not have anyone questioning her plans for the time being. 

watching as sakura now scolded eunchae for knowing how dates worked and kazuha was watching them argue with a grin, the redhead saw this as an opportunity to make her way out of the room.

backing away from the scene slowly, tiptoeing backwards through the corridor, yunjin made eye contact with kazuha, motioning the younger idol to stay quiet, silently pleading. 

“kkura-unnie, yunjin’s escaping!” kazuha exclaimed, holding eye contact with yunjin, grinning when the redhead cursed under her breath at being caught. 

“so, your plan for your date is to go out? in new york?” “and do what, exactly?” questioned the oldest member. 

“i thought we could go to y/n’s favorite dive bar and have a drink?” answered yunjin with a nervous smile. 

sakura pinched the bridge of her nose with a sigh, knowing there was no talking yunjin out of her plans.  

“something’s tryin’ to get out….”

✮⋆˙

“well, I finally convinced sakura that we wouldn’t get recognized or photographed since the bar makes people cover their cameras, and we’ll be escorted by security, so, we should be ready to leave in 15 minutes,” yunjin made her way towards the bathroom of your shared room, explaining the plan for the night. 

removing her extensions, placing a couple of fake piercings, putting on some fake bangs and some sunglasses, yunjin patted herself on the back for making herself look like a look alike version of herself, perfect for your date night out. 

seeing as you weren’t in the bedroom, yunjin searched around for you, letting out a sigh of relief once she saw you leaning against the balcony outside. 

✮⋆˙

with another drag of your cigarette, you took in the view in front of you. the city’s buzzing atmosphere made you feel right at home, something you hadn’t completely felt in a long time. 

taking a picture of the view of the city’s skyline and your cigarette, posting it to your private instagram story with the caption “when in rome, or well, new york”, you locked your phone, knowing chaewon was going to scold you for such reckless behavior. 

as soon as you put out the cigarette, arms wrapped around your waist, the person nuzzling their head in your shoulder.

“i didn’t know you smoked,” questioned yunjin, watching you put your lighter back in the pocket of your leather jacket. 

“only chaewon and my manager know,” you replied, turning around to face the redhead.  

“it’s not always though, i just need a break sometimes,” came your explanation, taking in the reaction from the girl in front of you. 

“it’s just, there’s many what ifs here, you know?” “i was just taking it all in, I promise I won’t touch them again for the rest of our trip” you pleaded, taking yunjin’s hands in your own. 

nodding in understanding, yunjin pulled you in for a hug. 

“let’s get ready to go?” yunjin’s breath fanned your ear, making your body heat up in response. 

“sounds good, let me touch up my makeup and we’ll leave,” you assured the redhead, making your way back inside the room. 

putting on a fake nose ring, messily styling your wolfcut and making sure some of your “hidden” tattoos were showing, you took a picture and posted it to your private instagram, the story’s  caption matching yunjin’s cryptic one that hinted at a date night around the city. 

“ready to go?” you turned to yunjin, who took in your appearance with a slight blush on her cheeks, eyes trailing up and down your body. 

“yeah!” “yup! all ready, let me text security we’re ready to leave,” yunjin said as she led you both out of the room. 

✮⋆˙

arriving to the upper east side, you noticed yunjin had chosen one of your favorite dive bars in the city, notoriously known for its animosity towards celebrities, good music, and cheap cocktail menu.

“how’d you know about this place?” you asked as you made your way inside the bar, flashing your ids to the bouncer who let you in without a second glance, not even questioning the bulky security guys following the both of you in from a safe distance. 

“i have my ways,” yunjin grinned as she led you towards a table. 

ordering your drinks, both of you settled into a comfortable conversation, pausing every so often to take in everything around you. 

after your conversation died down, and another round of drinks was finished, you led yunjin to the dance floor, pulling her close to you, sawing to the beat of the song playing. 

a couple of songs passed before the both of you made your way back to the table, ordering your final round of drinks for the night- you did have a semi early schedule tomorrow, after all. 

“did you come here often in college?” asked yunjin with a tilt of her head, picturing a younger version of yourself, (one who didn’t carry the burden of fame yet) having some drinks with your friends. 

“i did, actually; it’s one of my favorite bars in the city,” you answered, memories of your short-lived freshman year coming back. 

“do you think we would’ve met each other regardless?” before yunjin’s question could be answered, the dj started playing an all too familiar song. 

dread made its way down your spine, hands gripping your drink harder as the melody for perfect night started playing in the bar. 

you looked over at yunjin, who was eyeing everyone around her, eyes frantically darting back and forth between you and the space behind you, trying her best to not freak out at the possibility of being singled out by the someone near your table. 

glancing at the security guards in the corner, they too eyed the crowd, ready to make a quick exit if needed. 

thankfully, no one seemed to pay attention to the fact that your song was playing, people making their way to the dance floor as a club remix of your song played. 

deciding to take a chance, yunjin stood up and held her hand out for you to take, leading you to the dance floor once again. 

“and it’s never been closer…”

✮⋆˙

dancing to your song, focusing trying to not break out the full choreo- fuck muscle memory, you thought, as you swayed goofily to the beat of the song, yunjin mimicking your actions. 

once the song changed, so did the mood.

the dj moved away from club remixes, focusing on getting the people on the dance floor as close as possible to each other. 

taking the hint, yunjin pulled you by the waist, swaying your hips with her hands, drawing you closer to her. 

surprised at her shamelessness, you looked over her shoulder just in case someone watched the two of you closely in recognition. 

“y/n, there’s no one watching us except our security from the corner,” she reassured you. 

“i know, i'm just- i don’t want any more rumors,” you replied, trying to shake your anxiety, wanting to focus on the redhead. 

“and there’s going to be none, tell me, don’t we fit right in?” yunjin pulled you closer to her, her lips near your neck, hands on your lower back. 

deciding not to focus on yunjin’s closeness, you looked around and saw how you two blended in the sea of people; from the outside eye, you two looked like an average couple on a night out. 

lost in the music, it seemed as if the world around you faded to nothing, leaving the two of you at the center of its core. 

looking up at yunjin, you noticed how pretty her moles looked up closely, and how beautiful she looked enjoying herself with you, laughing as she danced. 

yunjin stared at you, feeling your gaze on her as you two continued to dance, moving impossibly closer towards each other, noses grazing and her breath fanning your lips. 

yunjin had always thought you were bold, a bold person, and even bolder for an idol. you were never afraid to speak your mind, reject ideas or defending yourself when needed. 

and if yunjin had thought you couldn’t get any bolder- (writing love songs with female pronouns, getting tattoos, defending your members, and sometimes breaking the rules to get what you wanted), you would never be as bold as you were in that moment, leaning in and closing the gap between you two in the middle of the crowded dance floor. 

not giving her mind time to react properly, yunjin wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling your closer as she returned the kiss, letting your bodies say what was unspoken between you two. 

pulling away, you grinned, catching your breath, suddenly breathless as you took in the red ahead in front of you, blushing with an equally stupid grin on her face. 

from behind yunjin, you could see the security guard pretending to not see the scene that just unfolded, watching as he looked away from the two of you for a moment, giving the two of you some privacy. 

“wanna get out of here?” yunjin asked, holding your hand, pulling you closer to her. 

“thought you’d never ask,” came your reply, letting the redhead lead the way out of the dance floor and near the exit, guards closely following the both of you. 

“baby, now i’m ready, now i’m moving on...”

✮⋆˙

after a quick exit from the back of the bar and settled in the backseat of a tinted car, yunjin pulled you closer to her, hands roaming your body, as her lips trailed the side of your neck. 

soft sighs escaped your lips at the feeling of yunjin’s mouth on your neck, not even caring if she left any marks. 

making her way up from your neck and back to your lips, yunjin kissed you, taking the time to savor the feeling of your lips against hers. 

lost in each other for what felt like hours, a sudden knock on the window pulled you away from each other. 

the guard giving you a few minutes to fix your appearances, just in case someone was to be outside of your hotel. 

hair slightly disheveled and messy lipstick stains adorning your neck, yunjin led you back to the room, eager to continue what she started in the car. 

“oh, but maybe i was ready all along…”

✮⋆˙

when the morning came and you two woke up next to each other, clothes scattered and makeup smeared across the sheets, you two grabbed your phones to check that no headlines with your names made the news.

the same couldn’t be said first the group chat, however. 

a flurry of texts lit up your phone screen, mostly from sakura making sure you two were awake and ready in an hour for your schedule, and the rest were from chaewon trying to pry information on your whereabouts from the other members. 

reassuring the rest of the girls you two were wake and getting ready, you put your phone on the nightstand, wanting to see where yunjin’s head was at after last night. 

before you two could have the conversation, it seemed chaewon had other plans. 

yunjin handed you her phone, where chaewon had sent a grainy picture of you two arriving at the bar last night, followed by a series of questions and confused texts. 

opening the chat, you scrolled through the texts, the girls making fun of your appearances.

kkurakkura: yunjin, you told me you wouldn’t get caught. 

kkurakkura: never trusting you again wtf. 

manchae: told you it was a date, unnie 

chaechae: you two are literally missing the point. 

zuzu: it kinda looks like them, but at the same time it doesn’t … 

kkurakkura: wait i kinda see it… 

manchae: if anything, it looks like their doppelgängers lol. 

y/nnie: that’s literally not me in the picture lol 

chaechae: you’re telling me that’s not you and yunjin in the picture? 

y/nnie: nope! 

jenjen: at least there’s no headlines ! 

chaechae: we’re having a serious conversation once we’re in california.  

y/nnie: but that’s literally not me … 

deciding to ignore chaewon’s texts, you turned to yunjin, watching as she agreed with your leader’s wishes to talk once you got to los angeles. 

“guess the cat’s out of the bag, huh…” yunjin bit her lip, staring at you expectantly. 

“jen, the cat’s never been in the bag when it comes to us,” came your reply with a smile, nudging the girl’s shoulder. 

“that’s true…” 

“maybe it's time we let it roam free then," you suggested with a grin, yunjin playfully rolling her eyes, biting her lip in anticipation. 

“it’s gonna take a little bit more than that, though…” yunjin inched closer to you. 

“oh really?” you replied, hands on the back of her neck, pulling her closer.

“best to let it happen, then,” she whispered, closing the gap between you, manicured nails caressing your face. 

a knock on the door interrupted the moment, yunjin pecking your lips one last time for good measure before fully pulling away to get ready for your upcoming schedule. 

 “oh, i'm ready for the moment and the sound…”

#le sserafim #le sserafim x reader #kpop x reader #huh yunjin #huh yunjin x reader #writing

[fruitsoxs]

hi socks just wanna let u know i have been thinking about those vashwood as roommates headcanons and i always come back to it cz it’s somehow??? so comforting??? 10/10 chef’s kiss thank u!

it's honestly my comfort au-- so here's a part two ! (here's part one)

Having Vash and Wolfwood as roommates would include(part two);;

warnings;; I included some nsfw headcanons this time. they're at the end and have a warning. This also has a bit of fighting/angst that ends in fluff notes: i have a couple of fics in the work for this au. let me know if there any big moments you would like to see written out into a full fic! (also possibly a knives spin off??)

Their jobs/majors

I kind of feel like Vash is studying in the science department. Specifically something that has to do with plant science? Botany, Environmental science, maybe even biology? I know it’s a little on the nose but I really do think it would work perfectly for him

Maybe he even opens up his own little flower shop in the future??

No matter what he has a lot of labs and he is always tired after them.

He probably has a part-time job as a barista at a little cafe on campus

No thoughts just Vash in a cute little apron

He’s a fan favorite among the college kids. They say he makes the best coffee, and he sometimes gives people little freebies when they look sad

His manager Meryl actively yells at him for it, but she doesn’t actually care that much.

He ALWAYS will give you freebies if you come in to visit him. He gets a free drink as an employee, and he’ll save it for you just in case you come in. Sometimes he’ll even take it to go and drop it off for you

Wolfwood gives huge phycology vibes. Mans had a messed up childhood and wants nothing more than to help other people through that stuff

Either that or he’s an art student. I can see that too

He takes school very seriously, but he is horrible at math. He cannot divide to save his life. He’s had to retake his math class like three times

His job? Well nobody knows and at this point everyone is too scared to ask. (He’s a security guard lol)

Whatever it is, he hates it. He comes home grumpy and needs lots of hugs and kisses.

He’ll be all pouty and pissed off, and then you’ll give him a little kiss on the cheek and a small smile will break out 

Bonus; Knives is on the track to becoming a surgeon. I will die on the hill that he is going into the medical field. (he’d look so good in scrubs) and i know McDonalds knives is kind of funny, but I'm thinking he’s actually and EMT. Imagine getting hurt and having Knives be your first responder (id die on the spot)

First Date

It’s not really a date- well you don’t call it a date. Vash just walks in with a couple of free tickets to a haunted house event thing  and asks if you and Wolfwood want to come

You’re like hell yeah

The drive there is like the calm before the storm. You listen to some music, seated in front with wolfwood driving. He definitely has his hand on your thigh. Vash is super excited about finally doing something that isn’t getting high and playing games

You all thought it was gonna be some dumb little spooky house. They’re never that scary. It’s just fun to see all the decorations and actors

Oh boy were you wrong

It’s so well put together. The actors are really into it, and they have amazing make up. When you’re standing in line, some clown girl walks up to Vash and you watch the regret build up on his face. The guy is already terrified

The first hallway is pitch black, and you have to rely on a feeling your way through it. Vash is mumbling about how much he hates it the entire time

Wolfwood is like “Don’t worry guys I’ll protect you.” And then proceeds to let out the loudest scream when the lights come on and there’s a girl dressed up as a ghost standing there

Soon all three of you are huddled up, holding hands, and shaking

These things should not be that scary!!!

It’s Vash who gets you kicked out

He gets so spooked that he runs into a bunch of boxes and knocks one of the fake walls down. The entire thing has to stop to fix it

You’re all banned

After that you go eat pancakes and complain about how scary it was

When things get tense

Fights can happen sometimes

None of you are perfect, and those boys have gone through some shit

Vash tends to shut himself away from you when he’s upset. He doesn’t come out of his room, and when he does he pretends like he’s fine. 

He doesn’t like burdening other people with his problems.

Eventually it just starts to feel like he doesn’t trust you enough to let you in. SIt gets really bad when he tells you to go away one day, and you watch Wolfwood walk into his room 30 minutes later

It doesn’t really turn into a fight. You just get sad, and even a little insecure. So, you avoid him back. Not because you’re vengeful, just because you feel hurt

A few days of the two of you not talking and Vash is in tears by your door

He begs for forgiveness and explains why he’s like this

You tell him it’s okay, but what he does really hurt you. He promises to work on it, and he does

That night the two of you make up for loss time

Wolfwood and you fight a lot more

Most of the time it’s silly little arguments that you solve pretty fast

Wolfwood is bad at communicating in general. But especially when it comes to his feelings

He has really bad days sometimes, and he can get grumpy really fast these days, and one day you really piss him off

He won’t tell you what you did though, he just gives you the cold shoulder

That pisses you off because you’d so be willing to talk it out and apologize, but he won’t tell you what you did 

So you’re mad now too

Things are tense between you too, and it all comes to an end on movie night when you start arguing about what movie to watch

You want to watch one of your favorite movies from your childhood and he says that it’s a stupid movie

Things get heated fast, while Vash just disappears into the background. He that the two of you need to workout your problems on your own (but he really wants to intervene) 

When the tears start falling, Wolfwood immediately stops

He takes a breath, and the two of you sit down and just talk. 

You talk ALL night about what happened, and what the two of you could have done better. In the end, you fall asleep on his chest while he plays with your hair. 

You have movie night the next night to make up for it, and he puts the movie you wanted to watch in before you can even talk about it ( he ends up loving the movie and after that you two watch it all the time)

Id have to make an entire other thing for when Vash and Wolfwood fight because it’s no fun for anyone

NSFW stuff

After the three of you finally get past the awkward stages and start fucking, you find out these two are…horny

They’ll grab you and go to town any time

They really like to share you, but there’s no jealousy in the relationship so it’s okay for one on one time as well!

Wolfwood will pull you into steamy make out sessions whenever. He’ll do it out of nowhere. I imagine he just really likes you, and can’t get enough

He’s very handsy. He’ll constantly have his hand on your hips, or your thigh, and your waist. He likes touching you

He’s the type to sneak risqué touches in public. He like watching you struggle to not let anyone else know what he’s doing

Quickies everywhere with Wolfwood

Vash is a lot more loving (not that Wolfwood isn’t loving– he probably has cried during sex) 

Vash takes his time though. He wants every moment with you to be special. He likes to do stuff like rubbing your back, and peppering kisses down your shoulders. He’ll run his hand up your shirt, and kiss your neck softly. He builds up to it

He really likes shower/bath sex. It’s intimate and relaxing

He also like when you take control (i know he’s a whimperer)

He is so bad at any type of public sex though. He gets embarrassed way too easily (and i think Wolfwood has fun with that) 

When the three of you do it together it’s fucking electric 

#wolfwood x reader #vash x reader #nicholas d wolfwood x reader #vash the stampede x reader #vashwood x reader #wolfwood headcanons #vash headcanons

[love--galore]

a fateful encounter pt. 1 // nanami x reader fluff (sfw)

pairing: nanami kento x reader, professor x student au!

summary: you're a graduate student and nanami kento is your professor. every girl has a crush on the young professor, you included, and after one fateful encounter at the bar, the two of you find yourselves ending the night together.

note: I didn't intend on this being so long, so this is part 1 to a 2-part fluff with your favorite blonde-haired gentleman. let me know your thoughts and requests if you have any! ❤

word count: 2.4k

tags: fluff, college professor x student au, nanami runs into your at a bar, lead up to kiss, soft, protective, sfw

part 1 | part 2

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Nanami doesn't like a lot of things, especially going out to the bar, but his friend, Gojo, was persistent and with enough annoying prodding and after eventually showing up at his doorstep, Nanami had no choice but to accompany his more extroverted friend to the local bar.

“You forget I’m a professor and this is very unprofessional.” Nanami grunts as they wait in line. The bar is teeming with people as it usually was on a Friday night, and he contemplated ditching his friend to return to the comfort of his apartment, but Gojo nudges him forward as they near the entrance. 

“Oh, I know. I just don’t really care.” His friend flashes his signature grin, and Nanami rolls his eyes. The bouncer doesn’t even check the two grown men’s IDs, simply nodding his head and gesturing to the large glass doors that separate the outside world from the cesspool of sweaty dancers and intoxicated young adults. 

“Wow, I’ve never seen it this busy before!” Gojo laughs, and Nanami doesn’t respond, too distracted by the overbearingly loud pop music blasting in his ears. How he wishes he was home. Nanami taught business management at the nearby university, and he had stacks of essays and case studies to grade before the start of the new week, but that was clearly none of Gojo’s concern.

“Two Whiskeys on the Rocks, please!” His friend requests, and the bartender nods his head and begins preparing their drinks. As much as he hated going out, Nanami did enjoy a nice drink. His work was stressful to say the least and he had been meaning to wind down. He just wished it wasn’t at the bar where anyone could recognize him.

The bartender slid the two glasses of whiskey and ice towards the men and Gojo handed him his card, thanking the man, before holding the cup up and grinning. “Cheers to what’s going to be a crazy fun night, yeah?” 

Nanami grunts in response, clinking his glass with his friend and downing the drink in one smooth gulp. He shifts his attention to his surroundings, eyebrows pinched at the swaying crowd of drunken people. Couples were making out on the dance floor while others grinded their bodies to the upbeat music. A terrible sight, in his opinion, but his friend’s icy eyes glimmered with eagerness.

“How about we go to the dance floor? I can feel the women begging us to join them.” His friend suggests, but Nanami shakes his head. 

“Knock yourself out, I’m gonna order another drink.” 

Gojo pouts, but ultimately shrugs. “Suit yourself, but don’t run away. I'm gonna need a DD by the end of the night.” 

With a quick wink, his friend was off, moving to the dance floor where women were already swarming around him like animals. Nanami sighs and pulls out his wallet from his pocket, trying to flag down the bartender who floats around the bar, but they’re too busy. That’s when he notices a slender hand with long painted nails brush against the wooden bar next to him. 

“Can I get a lemon drop shot, please?” An oddly familiar voice asks, and Nanami’s eyes widen as he sees a familiar woman tip-toeing up against the bar and waving her card in the air. 

Y/n? His fucking grad student? 

Your hair is let down and curled in long waves and you’re dressed in a short black form-fitting dress with sparkling high heels. Your breasts threaten to spill out of your dress as it tightly hugs your chest, and Nanami steps back, moving to escape what would be a terribly awkward situation, but that’s when you turn to your side and your eyes widen in shock.

“Professor Nanami?!” Luckily your scream is drowned out by the loud music blasting from the nearby speakers, but at this point, he has no choice but to respond. He’s been caught, and by probably the worst person possible.

“Hello, y/n…” He tries to seem calm and collected but inside his heart is pounding out of his chest. Why the hell did he have to run into you here? You were pursuing the same PhD degree as he once did, so you were involved in a handful of his classes throughout your program. During office hours, which you frequently signed up for, he couldn’t help but notice your playful expression as you batted your lashes at him even while discussing serious feedback about your work. You asked rather personal questions about his life more so than his career and teased him about being a “hottie” amongst the female students compared to the other more aged professors.

You’re frozen in shock at first but quickly you recover and laugh at the absurdity of running into your professor at the bar. You had just seen him for a lecture this morning, too, the older man surrounded by his natural habitat of the large lecture hall and donning an expensive beige suit, so seeing him so casual, dressed in a plain black t-shirt and dark jeans, and so out of place was a surprise you never imagined. But you couldn’t say you weren’t enjoying this sudden turn of events.

“What brings you here?” Your head tilting playfully. 

Nanami sighs. “I’ll have you know it wasn’t by choice. My friend dragged me here.” 

“Oh, yeah? That’s all?” Your painted lips curl into a smirk. 

He rolls his eyes and says dryly, “That’s all.”

“Hmm…” You hum as you smile to yourself. Did you really think he was here on his own accord? He thought you knew better, or maybe you were simply teasing him like always.

The bartender finally attends your end of the bar and asks what the two of you would like to order. “One Whiskey on the Rocks.” Nanami says.

“Sex on the Beach for me.” You smile innocently and the bartender nods his head.

Nanami raises an eyebrow. “I thought you wanted a shot.” 

You laugh and shake your head. “That was before I knew I’d run into my favorite professor!” 

“Hmm…” Nanami scoffs as the drinks you two ordered slide in front of you. You move to hand over your card, but Nanami shakes his head, handing the bartender his own instead.

“I got it.”

“Oh?” You raise an eyebrow, smirking widely. “A gentleman, huh? I should’ve known.”

It was not a secret the attraction you had for the young professor, or at least you tried not to hide it, but the man was strictly professional when you would wander into his office after class. He told you he was thirty, six years older than you, and lived alone in his apartment near the university. The moment you first had him as a professor a year prior, you developed a crush, as did many of the female students in his classes. The older man was pure eye candy with his slicked platinum hair, chiseled jawline and defined cheekbones. You could watch him stand in front of you and talk for hours, which you had to do anyway as his class was required for your program. 

It was a blessing and a curse having him as your professor. Normally you would reel back at the absurdity of a teacher-student relationship, but Nanami Kento made it so difficult not to fantasize the possibility of being with the gorgeous man. He was so formal and classy which you found so sexy, and his deep velvety voice made your thighs clench during class as you imagined him whispering into your ear sweet nothings.

“y/n?” Nanami asks, and you blink, his voice pulling you out of your thoughts and back to the reality of sharing a drink with your professor. “Are you going to touch your drink?”

“Oh, yes, of course.” You laugh in response, pulling the glass of sugar and vodka towards you. Part of you wished you were more drunk so that you could have the courage to reveal your feelings towards him. 

“Hey,” A man’s voice interrupts and you turn to your side where a random man materializes. He looks no younger than 35 and grins as he looks you up and down. “I’ve seen you around tonight and I think you’re beautiful.”

“O-Oh, thank you.”

“Mind if I get your number? Unless,” He shifts his gaze to Nanami, whose eyes are slightly narrowed. “This is your boyfriend, here.”

“We’re not together.” You blurt, and you immediately wish you hadn’t. The stranger then snakes his arm around your waist, his breath hot as he leans closer to your neck. While you want to slap the stranger, your body freezes in both shock and fear. While his touch made your skin crawl, your body dreaded the possibility of the man turning angry and aggressive if you rejected him. Suddenly, another arm grabbed your own. You turn to Nanami who pulls you to his side, shielding you with his large frame from the stranger.

“She’s not interested.” His voice is deep and stern. 

The man clicks his tongue but holds his hands up in surrender, “‘Kay, Sorry man, she’s all yours.”

As the man walks away, your breathing and heart rate returns to normal and you tug on Nanami’s shirt because he’s still facing the man, watching him as he disappears into the crowd.

“I-I’m okay…” You try to reassure him, and he turns around to face you. The once scary look on his face melts into a softer look of worry and concern.

“Are you sure? I can’t believe he had the nerve to touch you-” He starts, and you try to remain calm, but a stray tear pools in your eyes and trickles down your cheek. You felt gross and violated from the way the complete stranger pulled you close and touched your body, and all you wanted to do was go home and take a long shower.

“I’m sorry, I have to go.” You turn around and begin walking hurriedly towards the exit.

“y/n!” Nanami calls out, but you quickly disappear into the crowd. He follows you, trying to keep up and keep his eye on you as you navigate towards the exit, but you’re fast as you flee the bar.

Shit. Nanami feels terrible. He should have stepped in sooner. Shitty men don’t respect women and only listen and respect other men. He knew this backwards mindset that a majority of men held, but he didn’t react fast enough and you were taken advantage of as a result. 

He pushes through the glass doors into the outside world, a chilly breeze brushing across his face. He scans the streets and sees you standing at the end of the block, texting on your phone. He rushes over and your tear-stricken eyes widen. 

“Let me take you home.” He says, and you shake your head.

“T-That’s okay, I’m going to call an Uber, so don’t worry about me.” 

Nanami offers his hand and gestures towards his car, which sat at the opposite side of the street. “It’s not a problem, really. Let me do this, please.” 

You don’t respond right away, eyes turned down at the ground and you hold your exposed arms, shivering at the breeze that curls and surrounds you. Finally, you agree with a soft, “Okay.”

You lift your hand and he gently takes it into his own. Your hand is so much smaller and softer than his own. Nanami leads you across the street and opens the passenger side door. You slide in and he closes the door softly before traveling around and situating himself behind the wheel. 

He asks for your address, which you type into his phone, and it turns out, you don’t live too far from the bar. It’s a ten minute drive, but the minutes feel much longer as the two of you sit in silence. Nanami tries to focus on the road, but his worry for you distracts him and he glances every so often at you, who sits quietly with your hands in your lap. 

After what feels like an hour, you arrive at a tall apartment complex near the outskirts of the city. Nanami parks his car in front and you gather your purse from the floor. 

“Thank you for the ride. It’s very kind of you.” You attempt at a smile, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes, and Nanami feels his heart sink at the sight.

“y/n…” He says, not knowing what he means or wants to say. Your hand pauses at the door, and you face him, waiting. His lips part as he tries to word his thoughts, how he feels sorry and responsible, but he can’t.

“Don’t worry, Nanami-san. I’m a tough girl. I’ll get over it.” You reassure him, but his jaw clenches. Why were you reassuring him when he should be reassuring you?

“I’m sorry about what happened.” He finally speaks, and you chuckle.

“It’s not your fault. Some people will be creeps and there’s nothing you can do.” You shrug, and he closes his eyes, sighing as he shakes his head, when suddenly a soft pair of lips press against his cheek. You leaned across and kissed his cheek, and Nanami’s eyes widened in shock at the gesture.

Your cheeks flush a pastel pink and you look away. “As a thank you for helping me.” Your voice is barely a whisper, and he feels his body lean towards you, capturing your lips against his own before he can think.

It’s your turn to be shocked, and Nanami quickly pulls back and apologizes. Why would he think to do this after what you just went through? “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me-”

But your hands take the collar of his shirt into your hands and bring his lips back onto yours, tilting your head and deepening the kiss. Your lips are pillow soft and he feels your tongue gently slide against his. His mind goes blank but his tongue responds quickly, moving slowly against your own and a soft whimper escapes your mouth. The two of you kiss slowly, each of your heads tilting to one side and then another. His hand gently grazes your cheek and yours rests on his shoulder. 

Nanami is breathless when the two of you pull away, a thin string of saliva connecting your tongues, and he meets your gaze which is soft and a small smile appears on your face, a real smile.

“D-Do you want to come inside?” You ask gently. Nanami sucks in a long breath. While the responsible part of his pride prods him to end this now and go home, a tugging feeling in his chest aches at the thought of ever leaving you alone. 

“Yes.” He says, and when the decision escapes his lips, not a fiber of his soul feels regretful.

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part 2 ❤

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[faithintheunknownsblog]

A/N: I’m sorry for those who read the original already because nearly all of this is exactly the same as before. I’ve only changed it to where it’s no longer connected to canon and Alucard is a human. Once again I’m so sorry for doing this, it won’t happen again. It’s only chapter one and two

Chapter Summary: Your first day of college and it turns out you met your teacher without even realizing it.

TW: Mentions of homophobia, stripping, home sickness, drug dealing

Master List

Red Ink

Chapter One: An Early Morning Call

“Shit! Sorry!” You crash into a tall and skinny man but don’t stop to help him pick up the papers you made him drop by accident. You would help him but you’re already going to be late to work, so there is no time to stop. The packaging company you work at during the day is a few blocks away from the library that you’re currently leaving.

Alucard has no time to respond because you’re already out of the door and running down the street. He scowls and bends over to pick up the papers that were now scattered on the floor, grumbling about how disrespectful today’s youth is.

When Alucard got the last paper up he noticed a plastic card on the floor by the leg of the chair you were sitting in. When he picked it up he saw it was your Student ID for the nearby university, the very expensive university that you need higher than a 4.2 GPA to get into. Along with a good amount of tuition money as well. England had become like the United States, charging an arm and a leg for college, especially the university you’re going to.

The university that he just so happens to teaches advanced history in, what a coincidence.

The school year hasn’t started back up just yet, but Alucard wonders why you- an almost twenty six year old woman- are going to an expensive college that’s filled with children pretending to be adults. “Peculiar,” he says to himself quietly and gives your card to the librarian, suspecting that you’ll be back for it later.

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You walk into a small auditorium, and sit down in the second row so you can pay better attention than you could in the back. If you were in the back- or even the middle row- you’d fall asleep without a doubt, no matter how hard you’d fight it.

You might work at a packaging company during the day, but at night you went out of state to work at a strip club. Well, you did work at the packaging company before school started back up. Now you only work at the club since you got more money out of stripping than you did packing. Only problem with working at the strip club is that you use a lot more energy with a lot less sleep as a stripper. Not that you like sleeping all that much anyway.

But at least you’re able to live on campus, meaning you no longer have to spend all your money on an apartment like you did before. You’ll be able to save up now and get a better start when you graduate.

Alucard has a slight frown because he doesn’t want to be here, he doesn’t want to deal with spoiled, bratty teenagers that got here because of their parents' money and not because of hard work. He takes his jacket off and sets it on his desk with a sigh, “good morning everyone and-“ when Alucard looks up he recognizes you and his voice becomes just a tad bit more lively, “-welcome to Advanced European History. I’m Professor Tepes, and I will be addressed as such.”

You watch Alucard walk from behind his desk to the front of it, then you realize that he was the man you crashed into when you went rushing out of the library last week. You mentally facepalm, of course that’s just your luck, maybe if you don’t mention it he won’t.

Right…?

Wrong.

Alucard didn’t make any kind of comment the whole class, so you thought you were safe. Just in case you still packed your stuff up before the bell rings, so when it was time to go you could just hurry and leave. But since you sat in the front you’re the farthest from the door, and going to be one of the last ones out. Alucard chuckles when you’re stuck at the end because when he saw you packing your bag up early he realized what you were doing.

“Make sure not to drop anything!” Alucard says, making it seem like he was addressing everyone. But he was messing with you and you know it, that’s why you stopped dead in your tracks. You keep you back to him and feel your face burn with embarrassment, wishing everyone would get out of the door faster.

Alucard smirks upon hearing your heartbeat spike with anxiety because of him. You would make such a fine plaything if Alucard was a lesser man, like he was back in his college days. But now that he’s grown up he wouldn’t dare to, he must remain professional and not toy with your psyche as he would if you two would have met when he was the same age as you.

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The day went on rather quickly.

You’re outside eating your lunch. Well more of your food is getting cold because you’re falling asleep while reading. You need to eat, but you also need sleep, but you also love the book too much to put it down. You close your eyes to ‘rest’ them for a moment, feeling the sun’s warmth on your skin. It’s so soothing, relaxing, and…

You startle yourself when the book hits the table with a thud because it slipped out of your hand. You look around and are happy to see that it’s not time to go yet. Looking at your lunch, you decide it’s better to eat now and put the book away, eating rather quickly because the longer you eat the less time you have to take a quick lunch time nap.

Which is exactly what you do after you’re done eating, laying your head down and drifting into sleep for a few minutes before the bell rings.

Your dreams are so vivid, even though your eyes are closed for such a frugal amount of time. But those minutes feel like hours as you dream of living in a house upon a hill, snuggled up in a cozy blanket while reading your favorite book.

It seems perfect, yet something is missing, not only in your dreams; it’s missing in your life and everywhere you are. Something is always missing, but you have no clue what it is.

The bell rings and you wake up, immediately going to class after you threw out your trash. Just a few more classes then you could go to your dorm, study a bit, take a nap, then go to work.

And that’s what you did. Gain knowledge during the day and shed your dignity at night.

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You come back to your dorm at 4 AM after having a rather successful night, making €5000 at the club. Since you get changed at the club you can just go straight to bed, exhaustedly flopping onto your bed.

The plan was to sleep until your 8 AM class, but you get a facetime call at 6:15 from one of your little brothers.

You’re the second oldest at twenty six, but your older brother Steven passed away, he would be thirty five. Then there is Peter who is eighteen, Marie and Jackson are twins and seventeen, Andrew is fifteen, Phoebe is fourteen, Dylan is twelve, Matthew is eleven, Allison and Paul are another set of twins and they’re eight, Samuel is five, and Destiny is three.

Part of the reason why you waited so long to go to university is because you wanted to make sure they would be fine without you.

“Andrew, what do you want you wanker?” You ask him tiredly, they never call you this early. He rarely calls you in general because your guy’s relationship became strained over the years but you’re unsure of why.

“Well some cunt forgot to Skype before Sammy’s bedtime last night, so he woke up asking me to call you before we left for school.” Andrew said in an annoyed tone, he really isn’t a morning person.

You mentally curse yourself for not remembering to Skype them. Today is Samuel’s first day of nursery school, he is a year behind due to him being deaf and having a speech impediment. You were supposed to call last night to give him a pep talk and totally forgot. If it wasn’t for him waking up early you wouldn’t have gotten the chance. “Fuck, I totally forgot- let me get my computer.”

“I’m going to be late because of you,” Andrew growls as he waits for you to join the call. He had the computer setup since last night because he expected this to happen.

“Shut up,” you snap back and join the call. You see a happy Samuel staring at the camera. You sign to him ‘Good morning’

‘Good morning’ Samuel signs back.

You notice how he doesn’t have his hearing aids in, ‘where are your ears?’

Samuel refers to his hearing aids as his ears, which you think is absolutely adorable.

“Mom and Dad haven’t gotten them fixed yet,” Andrew says from the background. It’s been months and they’ve had plenty of opportunities to do it.

“Of fucking course not,” you say aggressively. But you know you should have expected them not to be fixed. You look back to Samuel and sign, ‘are you excited for school?’

‘Yes’ Samuel signs back with a huge smile. ‘Can you take me?’

‘Sorry baby, but I got school,’ you sign back. You hate that you can’t be there for these milestones, but you couldn’t wait any longer to go back to school. You look at the clock and see that you should start getting ready since it’s almost 6:50, ‘I have to go but I will be thinking about you. I hope you have a good day buddy.’

‘When are you coming back home?’ Samuel asks every time you call, he misses you so much and hates how he can’t see you in person anymore.

‘I don’t know, school is really hard and I have to work a lot,’ seeing the look of sadness cross his face breaks your heart. Before you got into college you had an apartment that was a block away. Now you’re three and a half hours away from them, so you can’t visit often with your schedule.

‘Okay,’ Samuel signs back with a small frown.

Andrew taps Samuel on the shoulder and signs to him that it’s time to go. So you do your goodbyes and hang up. You were unable to keep from crying because of how home sick you are, but you tell yourself that you don’t have time for that. You get up and get ready for your day.

You were going to get a shower but one of your roommates stumbled in at the last minute, reeking of booze and about to throw up. So you let her have the bathroom, you just use some dry shampoo and a bit of perfume to try to mask any possible smell. You also cover up your scar that's down your left cheek. Then grab a few Monster Energy for your breakfast and head to class early because you have nowhere else to run off to.

You arrive at your 8 AM advanced history class at 7:15, and you aren’t sure if you’re lucky or not that Alucard already opened the doors to the auditorium. Now you won’t have to sit out in the hallway, but now you're alone in this huge room with a professor that decided it was funny to tease you yesterday.

Alucard was at his desk acting as if he didn’t notice you when you entered his room and sat down. But he could tell at least someone was coming as soon as you neared his classroom from the echoes of your footsteps bouncing off the walls of the empty hallway. Nobody besides teachers are in the hallways this early, and Alucard knows all their walking patterns.

You were breathing out of your mouth because your nose is still stuffy from crying, which you hope nobody will notice. You also pray that Alucard won’t say anything about you being early to class. Sitting down in the seat you had yesterday, you pull out your laptop along with the textbook for his class. Immediately you bury yourself into your work, looking at what needs to be done for his course and beginning to read the chapters needed for the first essay because you know you’re going to take forever to write it.

Alucard watches you from behind his book seeing the reminiscence of sadness from how red and puffy your face is. He wonders why you were crying and is impressed by how you’re working through whatever it is making you cry. Since Alucard’s original major was psychology he knows a few things when it comes to reading people just by what he sees. He assumes that your crying is over something that is driving you to graduate, that’s why your work ethic is so strong even though you’re upset.

You are completely oblivious to Alucard currently reading you like a book because you're too focused on already setting up skeleton notes for the essay. He was going to assign it by next class anyway, so if you had anything set up wrong you would tweak it when it came around anyway. Might as well start it with the possibility that you’ll get it right, but if it was wrong it didn’t matter because you were studying in the process.

It wasn’t long until other students started to make their way to the room, and once the bell rang you stopped working on the essay. Pulling out a pen and notepad you take written notes for class because it was easier for you that way.

When Alucard teaches he does it as if he’s the narrator of a play, painting as vivid of a scene as he is able to. You appreciate that because now he has you hooked on every word, and you don’t want it to end. It was so different from how he was yesterday, he was so monotone when he was explaining the syllabus and grading criteria. This time when the lesson ends he’s left you wanting more.

You no longer dread the idea of coming to his class everyday if his classes are going to be this awesome.

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Once you’re all done with today's classes you go back to your dorm like usual. But instead of getting ready for work you call out and get ready to surprise your baby brother Samuel instead, by picking him up from nursery school.

That’s one of the best things about the nursery school you have him in is that it also doubles as a daycare, staying open until 7 pm. Which gives you just barely enough time to make it there to pick him up.

You already called Peter to let him know you’re going to pick Samuel up, but you want it to be a surprise to everyone else that you’re coming home for the evening. So he’s going to have to act like he’s going to be the one to pick Sam up.

You make sure to hide any and all evidence of what you do for work in your trunk and then leave to go pick up your baby brother.

And he was excited to see his favorite big sister, running to you when he realizes you are the one picking him up. You get on one knee and Samuel nearly knocks you over with how hard he runs into you with the hug. He holds onto you tight, and you embrace him in a long hug.

When Samuel finally lets go he signs, ‘I missed you.’

‘I missed you too,’ you look at the little cubbies then back to him. ‘Let’s grab your stuff, which one is yours?’

‘Over here,’ Samuel rushes over to his cubby and you follow. He grabs his bag and puts it on, forgetting his jacket.

You grab his jacket and hold it out to him with a disapproving look. After he takes it you sign, ‘you know your jacket goes on first, bud.’

‘I’m not cold,’ Samuel gives you a pleading look but when he sees your unwavering demeanor he takes his bag off and hands it to you.

You take his bag and he puts his jacket on, when he’s done you sign, ‘I don’t want you to get sick.’

Samuel’s teacher approaches you, “are you his mother?”

“Oh, no, I’m his older sister,” you pull out your ID and hand it to her. You can’t blame her for thinking Samuel was your son, all of your siblings look like each other but only you and Sammy look the same. “Peter should have called and told you I was picking Sammy up.”

“He did, but when I saw how similar you and Samuel look I thought you were his mother,” The teacher chuckled and handed your ID back. She seems like she’s a good teacher, so you have hope for her but you also know looks can be deceiving. Plus you’ve learned at a very young age that people put on the façade to hide their truly cruel intentions.

“Awe, thank you!” You say with a smile and Samuel tugs on your sleeve. When you look down you can see that he was eager to go because he’s excited, so you nod and look back at his teacher. You kindly say, “I’d love to talk but I’m only in town for a few hours and I’d like to surprise the rest of my family! Did Peter leave Sammy’s booster seat?”

“Yes, let me grab it for you!” The teacher goes to what you assume is an office and comes back out with Samuel’s booster seat that he was too big for now.

You frown when you take it, saying under your breath, “guess ma and pop have yet to get him a seat too.”

You look back at Samuel and sign, ‘are you ready to go?’

Samuel nods and you two say goodbye to the teacher before leaving. Though you don’t like putting him in a booster seat that is too small for him, you refuse to risk it. So you put him in it and make sure he’s buckled up, then take Samuel home.

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You get back to your childhood home and you're relieved to see that your parents aren’t home. You expected them not to be but you weren’t sure since you haven’t been home in awhile. You park along the street and get out. When you take Samuel out you carry him on your hip up to the door, frowning when you notice that your key no longer works. Your parents really weren’t lying when they said they were going to change the locks once you were out.

They weren’t too happy with you when you left to live on your own because that meant no one was going to take care of their kids for them anymore. But little did they know- or realize- that even after you moved out you still take care of your siblings. Your parents are just never around to see it because they’re too busy being out to get drunk or high or both. Plus all you siblings promised to keep it secret because your parents would be furious if they knew.

Your knock is answered by Marie, who was currently in the middle of bleaching her hair. Her nose ring and gauges were currently purple so you decide to take a wild guess of what hair color she’s going to have, “we going… I want to say… Midnight?”

Marie grins, opening the door wider to let you and Samuel in, “right on the dot.”

“I still got it,” you smirk and walk in, setting Samuel down. He doesn’t leave your side though because now that you’re here he wants nothing to do with anyone else. “Where’s the rest of the heathens?”

“Andrew is doing whatever he does in his room. Jackson, Dylan, Matthew, and Allison are playing video games. Phoebe is playing legos, then Destiny and Paul are helping me with my hair.” Marie says and grabs the tinfoil out of the kitchen, then heads upstairs. “Julia and Rachel are here too.”

Rachel is Julia’s little sister, and Julia is Marie’s girlfriend. That’s also another thing that’s kept secret among your siblings because your parents are extremely homophobic. It would have rubbed off on all of the kids if it wasn’t for you being the one to basically raise them. You were never a hateful person so making you homophobic didn’t work very well, and only your siblings along with Julia’s family know Marie is a lesbian and are more than happy to support her.

“Mom and Pop still oblivious that you and her scissor more than each other’s hair?” You tease Marie and she just chuckles, she’s a lewd minded person so it doesn’t bother her.

She can quickly clap back with her answers too, “are you jealous that I’m still leaving at home and still manage to get more action than you?”

You scoff because you don’t have a response which makes you and Marie laugh, and upon hearing your laugh every single one of your siblings rush to the hallway to see you.

All of them besides Andrew rush over to hug you. Andrew is the type to act like he’s too good for emotions, especially since Rachel is here because he has the biggest crush on her and even though you’d love to pick on him for it- especially when Rachel is around and can’t hear it- you don’t. Besides, everyone else does it enough for you anyway.

“I missed all of you so much!” You say happily as you hug them individually. Including Rachel and Julia because they’ve become just like family to you over the years.

“How long are you staying for?” Phoebe asks after you give her a hug.

“I can only stay for a few hours,” you respond. “Long enough for dinner then I have to head back.”

“What’s for dinner?” Paul asks.

“Peter said he’ll pick up some Chinese food, and he should be here any minute.” You tell them and just like that you all hear a car door then the front door opens.

“I got dinner!” Peter yells from down stairs and you nearly get trampled. Andrew and you are the only ones left up stairs. He’s glaring daggers at you.

“What?” You ask him.

“I was almost late because of you forgetting to call last night,” Andrew growls.

“Does that mean I‘m not going to get my hug?” You ask, not taking his anger seriously because he’s alway grumpy toward everyone. But more specifically you.

You think nothing of it.

What you don’t know is that Andrew has a sense of abandonment because of you. He has always had issues with making friends, and you were the person he was closest to. But when Samuel was born most of your attention went to him and Andrew felt alone again. It got even worse after you left because now your calls mainly focus on Samuel. That’s why Andrew is so angry with you all the time, and his resentment for Samuel is ever growing.

When Andrew pushes past you to get down the stairs, you just sigh in defeat and follow. You just follow and give Peter a hug when you see him, “thank you for letting them know I was getting Sammy.”

Peter hugs you back, “no problem sis, you got his booster seat, right?”

“Yeah, lemme go grab it,” you say and head out to your car. You grab Samuel’s seat, but you also grab 500€ from your money in the trunk. When you walk back in and see everyone is already seated you pull Peter to the side and hand the booster seat with the money on top of it to him. His eyes go wide when he sees the money and you say in a low voice, “get him a new seat.”

“I can’t take this from you,” Peter says quietly.

“Peter I’m not arguing with you, if Samuel needs a new seat I know Destiny does too. Get Sammy a new one and she can have the one he has now.” You weren’t going to let him tell you no because this was a matter of keeping your family safe.

“Where did you even get this from? Are you back to dealing?” Peter asks and you want to slap him. You and Steven both were dealing when you were kids, but after Steven got killed supposedly in a car accident you stopped. You saw the photos of the accident- that’s why you’re so worried about them being safe in a car- but you also have a feeling that there was more to the story.

“Peter, I am old enough to have a job that pays well now, remember I’m working at the packaging company?” That was your cover up, you didn’t want them to know you were a stripper.

“Fine, I believe you.” Peter was lying, but he had no choice but to trust you. He put the money in his pocket and set Samuel’s booster seat by the door.

“Also, where are Sammy’s hearing aids?” You ask. There’s a regular at the strip club who’s an engineer, you’re thinking about asking him to fix them.

“I don’t know,” Peter says with a shrug. “I hate to say it, but do you think they’d put them in the junk drawer?”

“I wouldn’t put it past them,” you say in annoyance and when you check that’s exactly where they are. “Of course… But it’s whatever, time to eat!” You pocket the hearing aids and sit at the table with everyone.

You have a really nice night, everyone filling you in on how their lives are going and also reminiscing on the past times. It’s like nothing changed for you and you’re happy that you get to spend just this little bit of time with them.

But time does fly when you’re having fun, and it seems like in a blink of the eye you have to say your goodbyes. Everyone is sad to see you go, and you’re sad you have to leave them all once again.

“I’ll try to visit more! I promise!” You say and also sign as well so you can tell them all at once. You give parting hugs and farewell kisses on the cheek before leaving once again.

It’s hard not to cry on your way back home, you know it’s not forever but it sure as Hell feels like it. You also remember that you’re doing all of this so you’ll be able to be that family back bone. You’re doing this so you can once again be the big sister they can all count on again without them having to worry about you getting killed in the process.

It’s a relief that some of them are able to work now, but you still hate the fact that they have to struggle. Why can’t your mom and dad be decent human beings that care about their kids?

This shit absolutely sucks and you hate the world for putting you in this predicament. But all you can do is take a deep breath and keep fighting. You have already walked through Hell barefooted and with a smile, so things can only get better from here on out.

#hellsing #hellsing ultimate #hellsing fandom #alucard hellsing #alucard #hellsing alucard #hellsing fanfiction #hellsing ova #hellsing x reader #alucard x you #alucard fanfiction #alucard x reader

[bbwritesmuchstuff]

Magic and Sunlight

Chapter 2 This Is Like Herding Cats

Chapter; 1, 2(You are Here), 3

 After leaving the building, I peaked down the alley. 

“Guys, let’s go.” I called Apollo and Meg. Meg came skipping up to me with Apollo glumly following behind her. I raised an eyebrow when I saw Meg quickly try tucking something out of my sight. 

“Meg, give Apollo back his wallet.” I said. Meg pouted. She tossed the leather wallet back at Apollo. It hit his forehead and he fumbled a moment before catching it. Meg snickered. 

“His ID says Lester Papadopoulos.” She giggled. Apollo’s face flushed in embarrassment. 

“Wow, your dad has a weird sense of humor.” I said. 

“An incredibly cruel one.” Apollo said despondently. I fished the dagger from my backpack and handed it to him. 

“I may be upset about mortality, but I’m not that depressed.” Apollo said. 

“Wha- No!” I yelped, realizing what he meant. “In case we get attacked! So you’re not entirely unarmed.” 

“This isn’t exactly my weapon.” Apollo grimaced at it disdainfully. “You don’t have a bow and a quiver of arrows?” 

 I rolled my eyes. I somehow resisted the urge to smack him upside the head. 

“Apollo, sweetie,” I said, annoyance dripping from my voice, “Don’t you think that if I had that, I’d have given it to you? Archery is kind of your thing, but I don’t keep weapons around that I don’t typically use.”  

“This is why you should always plan for my needs!” Apollo said. I sighed and waved him off. 

“Percy’s place is on the Upper East Side. His family has a car and he has a driver’s license.” I explained and started off in the direction we needed to go. Meg skipped ahead. 

“Why don’t you have a license? Aren’t you 17?” Meg asked. 

“Yeah, but New York has enough public transport that it’s not usually an issue and Dad drops me off at camp for the summer.” I told her. “Dad is lecturing at the college today, though. He won’t be home until late tonight and Kara took Alya out of state to visit her grandparents.” 

“People are staring,” Apollo noted, “Surely my good looks have been retained at least. Or my divine radiance.” 

“You stink.” Meg said, “And you look like you’ve been mugged.” 

“I was mugged,” Apollo said bitterly, “And also enslaved by a small child.” 

“Well, almost mugged.” I commented, “You still have your money.” 

“And,” Meg interjected, “It’s not slavery. We are cooperating.” 

“Cooperating in the sense that you give orders and I’m forced to follow.” Apollo grumbled. 

“Yep!” Meg chirped then pointed Apollo to a storefront window. “You look gross.” 

I braced myself for his inevitable freak out. Apollo’s human form wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t the ‘perfection’ gods were used to. He looked about 16, dark curly hair, and blue eyes. He was dorkishally cute, but his nose was swollen and bruised. Despite my best effort to clean him up, there was still blood on his face. Apollo leaned closer to the reflection in the window and a look of disgust crossed his face. 

“Horrors!” He cried out. “Is that- Is that ACNE?!” 

Apollo balled his fisted and shouted at the sky, “Zeus, what have I done to deserve this.” 

I felt like I was going to make my eyes sore by the amount of eye rolling I was going to do today. Meg went over and tugged on his sleeve. 

“You’re going to get yourself arrested, nutcase.” She said, but Apollo just kept complaining. 

“What does it matter? I have been made a teenager, and not even one with perfect skin! I bet I don’t even have…” Apollo stopped short and lifted his shirt. He was bruised to hell, probably from his fall into the dumpster and his beating from Cade and Mikey. 

“Oh, no, no, no.” He staggered like he’d been punched again. “Where are my eight pack abs? I always have eight pack abs. I never have love handles. Never in four thousand years!” 

I wanted to bang my head into a wall. This was such a dumb thing to complain about, I thought. Meg let out a little snorting laugh, seeming to enjoy his misery. 

“Sheesh, crybaby, you’re fine.” She said. 

“I’m fat!” Apollo cried. 

“You’re average,” I told him, “Normal people don’t have eight pack abs. If you did, you’d look out of place.” 

Apollo groaned. Noticing a store security guard glaring at Apollo suspiciously, I grabbed his hand and pulled him further down the street. Meg skipped and cartwheeled ahead of us. 

“How is she so calm?” Apollo asked, “Does none of this surprise her?” 

Up ahead, Meg shrugged. 

“I’ve seen a lot of weird stuff.” 

“I’ve also been trying to get her to go to Camp Half-Blood for the last few months.” I told him. “She’s been stubborn about not leaving that alley for whatever reason.” 

“What about your family?” Apollo asked, “Or legal guardian, at least.” 

“I live in the alley.” Meg said, looking uncomfortable. “Are we almost there yet?” 

“Yeah, almost.” I said. Meg changed the subject whenever anyone asked about her family. I didn’t know what was up with her family situation, but she deflected every time it came up. The only time I got a hint that she even had an adult looking after her was when I overheard her talking to a man. When who she was talking to came out from behind the corner, I saw he was a fat man in a gaudy purple suit and a weird, curly neckbeard. Meg had been on edge for days afterwards. Whoever he was, Meg was clearly terrified of him. 

As we neared Percy’s apartment, I was snapped out of my thoughts by something shining from my peripheral vision. I whipped around to see what it was. There were these three weird shiny blobs, but given that their forms didn’t seem solid, I guess they were spirits rather than monsters. I walked faster as they ducked out of my view. 

“Don’t look, but we’re being followed.” I whispered to Apollo and Meg. I huffed when they both tried to look. I grabbed their heads and turned them back forward despite their protests. 

“I said don’t look, dummies.” I sighed as I walked up to the call box and hit the buzzer. 

“Yes?” Sally’s voice came through the speaker. I’d only met Percy’s mom a couple times before when Percy went missing and I was trying to help her and Annabeth look for him. 

“Sally, it’s Celeste Marinos.” I said, “I need some help. Can we come in?” 

There were a pair of voices talking, likely Sally and Percy, but it was too staticy to tell what exactly they were saying. The front door buzzed and I pushed it open. 

“Come on,” I said to the others, “Let’s get inside and get out of here.”

#pjo fanfic #pjo apollo #percy jackson fanfiction #trials of apollo #meg mcaffery #apollo x oc #daughter of hecate oc

[qyllenhaal]

Groupie Luv

Rockstar!Bucky x Reader. 3rd POV. Word Count: 10.4k.

Summary: Y/n wasn't sure how the night attending her first concert would go, but she certainly didn't expect to get her cherry picked by her favorite rockstar.

Warnings: AU! Set in the 70s. Dark themes (!!!), loss of virginity, innocence kink, reader lies about her age (but she is of age), age gap, religious undertones, power dynamics, alcohol mention and consumption, drug mention, smut: unprotected sex, creampie, degradation, use of the word “daddy”, pet names, ending is kind of fluffy though!

The ID card in her head read "Date of birth: 04/30/1956" and her hometown was "New York, New York". The only thing faker than her ID is the worn-out fur coat she wears to shield her from the cold of the night.

Y/n had to do a lot of lying and convince her mother to let her stay a week with her cousin Barbie for Spring Break. Despite being her niece, Y/n's mother does not trust Barbie, and the truth is that she is justified in that. Barbie is a bad influence in the eyes of the family. She dropped out of college her Freshman year to travel throughout America with her new boyfriend who was older than her and touring with his band. She told the family that she wanted to "find herself" and that she wouldn't be back. The world of hurt and anger she caused Y/n's aunt rubbed off on Y/n's mother and her already strict parents decided their efforts weren't enough.

Barbie didn't make another appearance around the family until a year-and-a-half after dropping out of school. She had dropped the touring boyfriend, but now she was living in New York with a much older man. It didn't make the family anymore happier, but after thinking she was the dead body of a girl found in the woods out in Colorado that's been in the headlines, they kept their judgment of her life to themselves.

She caused all that drama, yet Y/n still looks up to her. She would brag to her high school friends about her cool cousin dating rockstars and traveling the world. Without many other girls in her extended family, it was easy for Y/n to want to emulate Barbie and treat her as if she was an older sister. Her life sounded fun, not dangerous like her mother would say. Barbie is living a fast life, but she is young, gorgeous, and not tied to the responsibilities of college studies. At the age of 26, she always has an adventurous story to tell Y/n when she finds time to phone her.

Y/n herself is too scared to ever try to live a life like Barbie's life. She is not fond of taking risks due to her strict upbringing, but that didn't stop her from fantasizing. A life where all she had to do was look pretty, wear pretty clothes, and be somewhat of a socialite sounded like a life of leisure. Every phone call Barbie was selling a dream to Y/n unbeknownst to her.

But, at the end of the day, Y/n is a good girl. She's attending the college of her parent's choice (one that is conveniently close to home) and majoring in what her father suggested. She doesn't break the rules, she doesn't lie, and she stays away from boys like she was told to do.

When Spring break began to approach, her cousin's phone call became more frequent. She was often too busy with school and her sorority duties to answer the phone when she was at home. But Barbie did end up catching Y/n one night and she was begging her little cousin to come and visit her.

"I want to show my little cousin New York," she slurred. Y/n was slightly uncomfortable that Barbie was calling her while drunk, but she didn't know what to say to her about it without sounding rude. "I can come home and come and get you! We can lie about where we're going."

"I don't know," Y/n kept her voice low in case her parents were close. As much as she fantasized about Barbie's lifestyle, actually living it would be a behemoth of a thing.

"C'mon Y/n!" She whined, "don't you want to get away from your parents for once in your life?"

"I-I...I just don't know, Barbie. What would we tell them? I don't think my mom really trusts you, no offense."

Barbie laughs down the line. She knows what her aunt and the rest of her family thinks of her and she just doesn't care. She's 26 and having too much fun to worry about her family's puritanical ways. The only thing she didn't want was for the family to turn her baby cousin against her. There is more to life than obeying your parent’s every demanding wish, and there is honestly no incentive if you do.

“Don’t worry. I’ll talk to her about it.”

“I still don’t know-“

“You don’t want to have fun with your favorite cousin? I think we’ll have so much fun,” Y/n can hear her pouting on the other side of the phone. She was so good at guilt tripping people that she just might be able to convince Y/n’s mother to let her visit for Spring Break, “besides, what’s that one band you love? They’re named after a fruit…is it Tangerine? No…it’s Cherry, right?” Barbie knows how to get to people, and she got to Y/n.

Y/n's mother does not let her listen to rock music or anything with guitars. She has to go to her friend Cindy's house if she wants to listen to anything that isn’t the gospel. They listened to Cindy’s brother's vinyl's from time to time. The very first time Cindy put on a record for her, it was a Pink Floyd LP, Y/n thought God was going to strike her down for disobeying her mother. Cindy thought she was a bit of a freak, but the two had known each other since 2nd grade and knew that Y/n was only that way because of her mother. Y/n’s parents didn’t know that Cindy’s parents had sort of turned into hippies. She was somehow miraculously able to keep it from them.

Y/n didn’t know what to make of the music Cindy showed her at first. It was loud and she sometimes couldn’t understand the lyrics. Around the 5th or 6th time of her going to Cindy’s house to listen to rock records, something clicked for her and Y/n was in love. The heavy drums, driving guitars, and the way these men dressed would give her mother a heart attack if she knew her daughter was listening to secular music.

She liked anything Cindy put on, but her favorite was Cherry. They were not as famous as the bands Cindy favored. Y/n found the record when digging through a pile of the records Cindy's brother left in the downstairs den. Y/n never fangirled over a band up until the moment she convinced Cindy to spin that album on the turntable. She became obsessed with the first seconds of the first track; it was love at first listen.

Once she listened to them, she began to see them everywhere. She wanted to believe it was a coincidence, but Cindy’s mom told them once that coincidences are really “signs from the universe.” Y/n didn’t know what she believed, but she could stop seeing the name “Cherry” everywhere. When the girls at school would pass around magazines to fawn over the shirtless rockstars, Y/n would tear out the pages with Cherry on them before anyone else could get their hands on it. She collected every page that had them or the lead singer James plastered on it, covered in a fur that cost more than her tuition.

James was her wet dream; a man with "no morals" like her mother would say. She did not know what she wanted in a man, but he drove her absolutely wild and her thoughts were wrought with fantasies of him. They called him “Bucky”, and when they played on the late night variety shows, the girls in the audience were all calling his name. He distracted her from her school work and she didn't even know him personally. Maybe it was the bad boy image that got her going. He was unlike any man she’s seen before, and she’s completely enamored by him and his flashy clothing. She had dreams about him and all ended with her waking up in a hot daze. She was in love with him, only knowing a few facts and details about him, but she felt so drawn to him. She doesn't like to lie, but she would lie even to her pastor for Bucky.

"This is what a real man looks like," one of her friends would coo. They would fawn over Bucky and Y/n would get jealous as if he was her man. In her mind, he was her man. None of the other girls in her sorority cared for him until Y/n started hanging up his photos in her dorm. She knows he’s good looking, but she doesn’t want to share him.

Now she has an opportunity to see him in the flesh. Y/n couldn’t believe that this was happening to her. Barbie is essentially handing this opportunity to her, but she’s still stuck in the grips of her parents. When she’s away at school she can do whatever she wants because she’s a few towns away.

“How are you going to convince my parents to let me visit you?”

Y/n always found Barbie to be sneaky, but teenage Barbie has nothing on adult Barbie. Her charisma is almost lethal and how she was able to convince the most religious woman on the east coast to let her 19 year-old go to New York City for Spring Break was mind-boggling. Y/n was still in disbelief even as her plane landed at JFK and Barbie and her boyfriend waited for her in the lobby.

She had landed in New York just three days before Cherry was set to play at The Bottom Line venue. Y/n was out of her home state for the first time, but she couldn't bring herself to care about sightseeing or eating a New York slice of a pizza for the first time, not when she was so close to seeing Cherry in person.

The days went slower than she liked but it did give her time to figure out what she was going to wear. Barbie offered her her closet of clothes. Y/n was shocked to see the amount of designer clothing she had. Halston and Thea Porter hung on hangers that also looked expensive. Y/n had questions about how Barbie was able to afford all of this. She didn't make the connection that Barbie's boyfriend, who was pushing 40 and has her living in a penthouse, is not her boyfriend, but more of a sugar daddy.

"Does it matter what I wear?"

"Of course it does! Don't you want a chance of getting picked out of the crowd?"

Y/n didn't understand what Barbie meant until the day came and she had to wait in line outside of the venue with everyone else dying to get inside. She thought the velvet dress, fur, and platform boots Cindy told her to wear was out of character for her. Her outfit was influenced by Barbie's wall — like Jane Birkin, Donna Summer, Stevie Nicks, and Bianca Jagger. Yet, she had the aura of Jackie Kennedy and it showed how she was nervous even in the way she carried herself. The platforms made her taller, but they also made her walk unsteady. She felt like a movie character, or like this was Halloween and she's in costume. She was out of place, yet she had one thing on her mind like every other girl in the crowd: catching the eye of Cherry's lead vocalist Bucky.

"Next!"

Y/n was almost eye to eye with the venue's bouncer as she stepped up to him. She handed him her ticket before he ripped a part of it off.

"ID," he demands rather rudely.

Y/n pulls the fake ID out of her bra and hands it to him. Barbie's advice of "staying calm" repeats in her head to make herself look less suspicious, but the bouncer still eyes her like he knows she's lying. He holds the plastic up to her face to compare the photo on the ID and the real life version. The photo was so obscure but if he were to stare at it then he'd know right away that it's not Y/n. However the make-up and red lipstick Barbie put on her lips made her look older.

"Alright, go in — Next!"

Y/n was relieved when he gave her access to the venue. When she heard the concert was age restricted, she was afraid that her whole trip was going to be ruined until Barbie produced a fake ID for her. Tonight she is 22-years-old.

Everyone packed themselves in the venue's main room like sardines in a can. Y/n was so hot in her fur coat, but she had nowhere to put it. People looked at her as if she was dying for attention because the other girls had discarded their coats to show off their revealing outfits. They must've found a coat room that Y/n missed when she was rushing to the pit. She remembers when she would judge the girls from high school whose lives revolved around boys, but here she is now dressed like a wannabe Penthouse model. The way her dress shows off her boobs just screams "take me backstage and fuck me!" Barbie said that it was a good thing while it left Y/n feeling unnerved.

She doesn't have much time to stay in her head because the opening act comes on the stage. She's never heard of them before, but their music is so loud she can barely enjoy it. The only concert she has been to was her church's annual Christmas concert. These Hymns were not to God, but to sex and drugs.

"Hey!" Y/n is surprised that she can hear the guy next to her over the music. He's a bit taller than her, but she still comes up to his chin thanks to her platforms. He's not deterred by the music as he continues and asks, "do you want a drink?" His eyes move from hers and straight to her breast once the words leave his mouth.

"Um, no thank you," she yells at him over the music. She's never drank before and she's too scared for her first time having alcohol to be at a rock concert.

Instead of politely saying goodbye to her, he scoffs and mutters, "bitch" before walking away. She's left standing there dumbfounded by his rudeness — no one has ever talked to her like that before.

No one in the crowd was polite. Y/n didn't expect everyone to stand still, but she also didn't expect to constantly be shoved by people trying to get closer. They were aggressive so she let them push past her in fear of getting hurt. She was completely out of place despite being dressed like every other girl in the room.

People were making out and the smell of smoke was thick in the air. She begins to wonder how long until Cherry comes on. She didn't care for this opening act at all. A few people are bobbing and swaying to the music they’re playing, but not many seem all enthused.

They were off in 15 minutes before the stage lights dimmed again. Y/n felt another push from the crowd, from people dying to get close. She’s almost overwhelmed by the atmosphere. Despite looking like she fits in, she sticks out like a sore thumb. She doesn’t understand that many of the girls in this room have traveled to attend multiple Cherry concerts just for the mere chance of having a taste of Bucky. They had their tits out and showed off their long legs despite the remnants of northern winter weather lingering in the air. She felt out of her element. That is until the house lights dimmed and the stage lights began to blare.

A collective gasp from the crowd followed by the first few screams when the band walks on the stage. Y/n didn’t think the room could get any louder until Bucky was the last one to saunter onto the stage.

Just like everyone else, she falls under his spell. His hair is longer from being on tour, making him look dreamier. He walks to the edge of the stage and just stands there as the crowd gets louder for him like he’s a walking god. Y/n is not exempt from screaming her lungs out either. She forgos all of her manners and reservations.

The first chords of the guitar rip through the venue and vibrate throughout her body. There are three other people on stage, but her eyes are trained on Bucky. He’s as charismatic as a televangelist, yet as gorgeous as a Hollywood actor. He gyrates his hips much to the excitement of the girls in the audience. He’s walking sex and his voice is like soft velvet. The little black and white TV at Cindy’s house did not do him justice. Y/n’s mother would call him filth, but he’s hot filth.

“How’s everyone doin’ tonight?”

He’s met with screams from the audience which makes him smirk.

Y/n recognized the opening riff to her favorite Cherry song. Her eyes lit up and her screams morph with the girl’s surrounding her. The song was clearly a fan favorite as everyone in the crowd began to move their bodies. Everyone was unintentionally grinding on each other. Y/n had no reservations about the bodies pressed up against her as she eyed Bucky who was walking towards the edge of the stage. The people on the rails reached out to him, dying for even the smallest touch. Y/n was too far away to be within reach of him, but she swears his eyes glance over her in the crowd. It’s not a coincidence because a few seconds later he catches her eyes and smirks when he sees the dumbfounded look on her face. It’s a moment that Y/n is going to write down in her diary for the next year or so. Her friends might not even believe her when she tells them, but she knows for a fact his eyes scanned over her.

The magic of the night is over quicker than Y/n wished. Cherry played their last song, and then they played an encore. Adrenaline was still coursing through Y/n’s veins and she didn’t want to leave the venue. She lingered in her spot for a little bit before realizing that half of the crowd had already left. It was time to call it a night since Barbie was probably back at the penthouse waiting for her. However, Y/n is stopped dead in her tracks by someone grabbing onto her coat.

“Hey you!”

Panic began to set in as the authoritative voice yelled at her. She remembers that the ID she used to get in was fake and figures she’s been found out. She’s sure she’s not the only one who used a fake ID to enter the venue but she sure does stick out with her fur coat. The man has a grip on her and she’s forced to turn around and face him. It was a bouncer, but it wasn’t the same one who let her in. She was slightly relieved, but still on edge from being grabbed so roughly.

“Come with me.”

Y/n has no choice but to walk with him. She’s almost stumbling over her platforms but she manages to keep herself upright. It doesn’t take long before she realizes that the bouncer is taking her backstage. She thought it was her lucky day, but she is yet to understand the implications of what this all means. Barbie had tried to give her a talk about this just in case something like this were to happen to her.

“W-Where are you taking me?” Y/n finally decides to ask when she walks past a few stage hands and girls who are dressed in a similar fashion as her.

He doesn’t say anything, just keeps walking until they reach the area he was told to take her. It was a large greenroom filled with women, alcohol, and drugs, but most importantly, the members of Cherry filled the room. Y/n’s eyes flashed over the lines of a powdery, white substance and prescription pill bottles. There was a musky smell in the room mixed with cigarette ash; everyone had something in their hand that they were smoking. Discarded beer bottles laid on the floor, especially around the couch that the bouncer stopped in front of.

“Is this the girl you wanted?”

On the couch, sandwiched between two blondes, was Bucky. One of the women was rubbing chest while the other had her face planted in his neck. They weren’t acting normal, Y/n thought to herself, they were seemingly out of it and running on auto-pilot. She was sort of concerned for them, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away from the rockstar that was staring right back at her.

“Yes it is,” he says matter-of-factly. He finishes up his cigarette and discards the butt on the floor. He stands up and he’s so damn tall. If it wasn’t for her platforms then Y/n would have to tilt her head to look up at him. The women who were all over him were pissed that he moved from his spot, but he didn’t care about them at all.

Bucky was trying really hard to break his habit of picking a girl out of the crowd and having security bring her to him once the show was over and done with. That’s why he attempted to surround himself with old hook-ups he knew were a sure bet. It was just too risky and the safe bets knew him well enough to satisfy him. But he has a sweet tooth he wants to satisfy tonight and the pretty thing in the crowd looked too damn sweet to pass up. He steps closer to her as he crushes his cigarette butt under one foot. He can smell the innocence on her like a cheap perfume — Bucky knows when a sweet girl is playing dress-up for the night.

The room is so hot, making Y/n sweat under fur. Being surrounded by so much going on that she can’t quite explain was making her nervous. Bucky could see it written all over her face that this is her first time being in an environment like this.

“Wanna step outside, sweetheart?”

The name had her melting and nodding her head. She follows him outside to the back where Cherry’s tour bus is parked in the back. The night air hits her and it’s the equivalent of jumping into a pool on a hot day. She was so cold earlier when she was waiting to get into the venue, but now she appreciates the cooler temperature.

“Can I see your ID?”

This was the last question Y/n expected him to ask, but she figures he just wants to be safe and be assured that she’s not under the age of 18. She hands him the fake ID and hopes that it works on him.

“Dolly. Pretty name,” he hands the ID back to her. Y/n thought she was in the clear until he places his hand on the other side of her head and his body is so close to hers that her back is to the wall. A scowl sits on his face and she worries that she’s fucked up. “Word of advice. Next time you get a fake ID, make sure there aren’t any typos. High schoolers aren’t my thing, sweetheart.”

“I’m not a high schooler!” Y/n says a bit too fast. Her heart is racing so fast, but she doesn’t want their time together to end even if she doesn’t know where this is going, “I’m in college…I’m 20.”

Bucky is hesitant to believe her. He doesn’t want to get caught up with someone who is lying about their age. However, he decides to take her word for her. He doesn’t think she looks that young, just unsuspecting. The whorish make-up she’s wearing can’t cover up the fact that she looks like Bambi. He finds it so damn cute.

“You wanna tell me your real name baby?”

“It’s Y/n,” she bats her lashes at him as he observes her face. His eyes landed on her lips, painted a vibrant red. The primal urges in him want to see it smeared all over her face. It’s been a long, long time since Bucky has such an innocent little thing right in front of him. He can only assume that she’s pure and untouched.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl. What are you doing out here with an old man like me? You probably have a little boyfriend at home, a girl as pretty as you.”

“I-I don’t-“

“C’mon now, don’t lie to me again,” this time he’s joking with her. Y/n is in a great state of disbelief that a rockstar is interested in her. He’s looking at her with hunger in his eyes which Y/n mistakes for adoration. The boys on her campus don’t find her cute, but a rockstar does. And not just any rockstar, but her favorite rockstar. Bucky knows what effect he’s having on her. He can feel her legs trembling as he presses himself up against her, her back hard against the wall, “do I make you nervous?”

Y/n stupidly nods her head. She should’ve said no, but she can’t lie to him, not when she’s staring into his blue eyes.

“I don’t want you to be nervous for me, pretty girl,” he tucks a loose piece of hair behind her ears. She almost looks like a cute puppy he wants to scoop up and keep as his. “You got me all riled up, teasing me looking all cute while I’m on stage.”

Y/n knew she wasn’t seeing things when his eyes flashed over her when she was in the crowd. She had to thank Barbie later because her cousin making her wear this ridiculous outfit is paying off.

“I couldn’t stop myself from getting hard,” he continued, “if I had my way, I would’ve brought you on stage and taken you in front of the entire audience. But, I don’t think you’re that kind of girl, and I’m right, aren’t I?”

No amount of make-up and perfume can cover up that she’s a virgin. She’s awkward and doesn’t wear sexiness that well. Bucky has dealt with his fair share of nervous girls who are fans of his. Y/n stumbles over every word every time Bucky asks her a question. She doesn’t even try to flirt or try to be sexy. She’s unlike those women that were just all over him 10 minutes ago, but he likes that. The same old thing gets stale when you have it over and over again. He needs something new, something sweet, to satisfy him.

“I bet you parents don’t even know you’re here,” he caresses her cheek with the back of his hand, “their sweet, little daughter who studies real, real hard in college so she can make something of herself. Bet they’d be shocked to find out she’s trying to get fucked by a nasty man like me. Is that what you want, princess? Want me to take you to into that bus and fuck the shit out of you?”

Y/n unintentionally whines, “yes.” His spell is complete and she’s completely enamored. She doesn’t care that she’s inexperienced or that she was saving herself for “someone special.” She’s grinding herself against Bucky like a bitch in heat and he’s enjoying every second of it. If he told her to jump, she’d ask him, “how how?” She wants him so bad and she wants to be wanted by him even more.

“Well, c’mon then,” he grabs her hand and leads her towards the tour bus. Her hand is soft in his calloused one. She’s sure he uses his hands to work hard, playing guitar and writing lyrics all day; she cannot wait to feel those rough hands on her body.

The mix of cigarettes and weed is even worse on the bus. The windows are all closed which makes it stuffy inside. It’s not silent though, as Y/n can hear moaning coming from the small room in the back. They walk past make-shift bunk beds and Y/n wonders just how safe it is to live on a tour bus. Surely they have fun in it though because there are discarded condoms on the floor. The moaning gets louder and Y/n is able to make out the words of a woman begging to be fucked harder. Her eyes widen when she hears the filth coming from the woman’s back. “That’s going to be us, sweetheart,” Bucky whispers into her ear. Y/n can almost faint from how hot she feels.

Bucky bangs on the door only to be met with someone yelling at him on the other side of the door. He bangs on it again and yells, “get out of my room!” It was no surprise that the lead singer got his own private room while his band mates and roadies slept on the shitty beds. Y/n, who would normally be turned off by rudeness, doesn’t care at all. She wants whoever is behind that door to leave so he can lay her down in the bed.

Out comes the drummer of Cherry with a brunette right behind him. She’s wearing a tight, black dress that she threw on haphazardly. Y/n avoids making eye contact with either of them as they pass her up. Bucky keeps a firm grip on her hand as they become the ones to occupy the room.

Y/n takes a second to look around his small room. It’s much nicer and cleaner than the rest of the tour bus. Some of Bucky’s clothes are hanging in a small closet; a few items that Y/n recognizes from his TV appearances hang in there.

“Come here little one.”

Bucky wraps his large arm around her waist and forces her close to his body. She gasps when she connects with his chest. His button up has a few buttons undone and she’s face to face with his bare chest. He looks so fine, like a man that can split her in half and she’ll say thank you afterward.

He pushes her down against the bed and Y/n looks up at him, waiting almost impatiently for his next move.

“Take that coat off baby. Don’t hide your body from me.”

He stands there like he has the ultimate authority over her because he knows he does. She peels the fur jacket off of her body to reveal her velvet dress. It’s tight on her pretty body and Bucky wants to see that go next.

“Take that off for me too, baby. I want to see how beautiful you look under all those clothes.”

Y/n cheeks grow hot. She’s hesitant to undress herself in front of him because she’s never undressed herself in front of a man before. Her body was to be concealed and protected like a sanctuary. She feels like a sinner with each article of clothing being pulled off of her body. Her stupid little brain doesn’t consider anything she’s been taught growing up; they’re replaced by Bucky and the way his hard gaze flutters over her body. She sits on his bed for him, completely nude, with a demure look in her eye. Bucky groaned at the sight of her virgin body. Her skin looked so soft, untouched by anyone in a nefarious way. Her nipples were hard from being out in the cold. After taking in her entire body, his eyes finally landed on her sweet cunt. He could barely see it because her legs were clamped shut, but he forced her open by using his foot to nudge her legs open. The leather of his shoes felt expensive as it rubbed against her ankle. She slowly parts her legs to reveal herself to him. Her virgin cunt is puffy and wet for him. Bucky has always had that effect on women; making them wet without even touching them yet.

“Don’t you look so darling for me,” he compliments. No matter how nervous she is, Bucky knows using sweet words is going to make her do anything he wants. She looks like sin despite being so sweet and innocent. Bucky swore off fucking random girls for the rest of his tour, but he’s never been more happier to be weak to temptation.

"You're not the first virgin I fucked, but it's been a while so bare with me if I'm not patient."

Bucky just wants to touch her. He wants to turn her around and pound into her while her ass ripples against his hips. The urge to be less than nice is taking over him. He will enjoy the pleasures of the flesh tonight.

"You've at least used that mouth before, right?" He began to take off his belt and unbuckle his bell bottoms. She shakes her head no in response to him. She's completely pure and untouched; Bucky cannot contain himself. "I'll show you what to do princess."

Y/n is afraid she won't be good at pleasing him. He's had so many women, much sexier and mature women, suck his cock and please him. She's heard classmates talk about giving their boyfriends' handjobs and blowjobs, but she's never even seen another man naked.

Bucky sits on the bed next to her and rubs her thigh. She cannot pull her eyes away from the bulge in his pants. He looks like he's big.

"Get down on your knees for me sweet girl."

Y/n kneels before him like she does when she prays to God. When she prays for what she wants most in life, she'd never think of asking for something like this.

"Fuck, you look so cute down there. Such a pretty little thing."

Bucky slightly lifts himself off the bed to pull his pants down and free his cock. He knew going commando would make his night better because his cock springs out with ease. Y/n is staring at his length with eyes so wide. He's so big she doesn't think he can fit in her hand let alone her mouth or pussy.

"Go 'head and touch it," he gently nudges. The softness in his voice gives her a false sense of security. She imagines that he's going to be so nice and sweet to her tender body tonight, he just needs to be warmed up.

Her hand moves slowly and she wraps her nimble fingers around his length. She shudders when she feels the weight of him in her palm. Her eyes shoot up at Bucky's face when he sighs at the light squeeze she gives him. It's just a small gesture, but his mind is already making her the star of his fantasies. He needs more from her or else he's going to explode. He wants to consume all of her, turn her from something sweet into something nasty by using all parts of her body for his pleasure. Once he's through with her tonight, she's his; she'll be absolutely ruined for anyone else. He's going to fuck her until she's dumb and can only say his name.

"Move your hand, baby."

Y/n obeys but her hand only moves up and down a little bit. His cock is dry and she wonders if it hurts him. He's grunting which she cannot tell is a good thing or not.

"Do you — do you want me to lick your cock Bucky?" She asks so sweetly.

He's a grown man, he should be able to control himself better, but he almost cums all over her face. The way she talks with such a soft, yet curious voice is going to kill him.

"Yea baby...go ahead and start licking my cock."

She sticks out her pink cock and the wet muscle connects with the underside of Bucky's cock. He shivers at the feeling of her wet tongue on his cock. She licks him again like she's a little kitten. Her tongue is weak against his cock, it feels good, but it's not enough.

"Lick me harder baby."

Y/n apples more pressure to his cock. She grabs the base of his cock to keep it still for herself. She's heard girls say their boyfriend's dick didn't taste good at all, but she likes how Bucky tastes. His flesh is a bit salty from being on stage an hour ago, but it's not bad at all. Every lick elicits a reaction from him that makes her feel all good inside. All she wants is to be wanted by her dream man, and she's proud of herself for getting him to moan. However, she can't help but compare herself to the hypothetical women in his past. She pushes herself a bit further to beat them in this imaginary competition. She licks all the way up to the tip before letting her tongue run over the very top. It's been days since he's cum, tour was killing him, and he cock was more sensitive than usual.

Bucky is waring with himself; he wants to keep watching her learn her way around a big cock, but a dark part of him wants to grab her head and fuck her face. Her make-up is still intact and he's keen on ruining it.

"Open that mouth," his voice is not as soft as he gives her the demand. She obeys him like the good girl she is and his cock is sliding into her mouth. She only has a few minutes to adjust before he's sawing his cock into her mouth. "That's it princess — relax your throat for me." That mouth of hers is so, so special. If her mouth feels like silk then he can only imagine what her untouched cunt feels like.

The tip of his cock hit the back of her throat and she gags on a cock for the first time in her life and she almost panics. "Uh-uh, it's okay baby, just relax that throat," he groans. Her mouth is too warm and wet for him to stop fucking her face. He'll take it slowly for now, but he won't be able to contain himself for much longer. Her tongue slides against the underside of his cock and purposely presses against it. The moan he lets out tells her that she's doing better than she thought she would. Bucky has a grip on her head that's getting tighter and tighter.

Bucky couldn't hold back as he fucked her velvet mouth. His cock was a wide fit in her mouth, causing Y/n's jaw to feel sore. He kept battering the back of her throat with his cock, making her gag harder than before. They were creating such a mess with her saliva clinging to her chin and falling down into globs on her tits.

Y/n can barely form a coherent thought. It was becoming harder to breath but Bucky was so lost in fucking her throat that he thought nothing of her groans; until she's tapping his thigh to let her breath. He pulls his hips back and she gasps for air. "Good little girl," he grits. A connecting string of spit begins from his cock and ends on her smeared lips. He's kind enough to give her ten seconds to collect herself before he's back to using the throat.

Bucky feels himself about to blow in her mouth. He doesn't want to waste his cum, although he would love to see her face and pretty tits painted with it. He only fucks her face for a few more minutes before pulling out altogether.

"On the bed girl."

Y/n was relieved that he was done with her throat. Her jaw was beginning to become sore. Bucky gets a good look at her face one she's spread out on his soft bed for him. The tears ruined her eye make-up and her red lips were smudged. The residue of her lipstick is covered on his cock which he quickly fists off. He loved using her throat, but it was time to turn his attention onto her.

"Look how pretty you are...so sweet and innocent for me," he coos.

As he climbs over her, Y/n wonders how she got so lucky. Bucky looks so gorgeous on top of her, and he looks at her as if she's good enough to eat. She can taste the alcohol on his soft lips as he kisses her. She wants him to consume every inch of her. She wants to be corrupted and doesn't care if God is looking down on her with shame.

Bucky's hand holds onto her hips as he pins her down. She's not going anywhere but just being able to control her body is so fun for him. His lips trail away from her lips and to her jawline. He sucks and kisses at her skin until he's nipping at her sensitive neck. She sighs and wiggles her body against his. The skin is almost ticklish because it's never been dealt with in this manner. Someone kissing her skin is so foreign, but she's already addicted to how it feels to be kissed and touched by him.

"Pretty fucking tits," he murmurs to himself when he travels further down her body.

Bucky gropes her breast until he has to take a nipple into his mouth. She sighs, still holding back her moans in shyness, when his wet mouth connects with her nipples. Every part of her body is sensitive to his touch, but her nipples are incredibly hard that it almost hurts. He maintains his gaze on her face to watch her reaction as he sucks and paws at the flesh of her body. He switches from one nipple to the other, swirling his tongue around her sensitive bud. His tongue presses flatly against her nipple, only to spring back up when he pulls his mouth away.

"It's safe to assume that no one has eaten that sweet cunt of yours?"

The way he crassly puts it makes Y/n want to hide her face. She turns her head to the side, but Bucky grabs her jaw to make her face him again. He smirks when he sees the nervous look on her face. Of course no one has gone down on her, he knows that, but it's so much more fun to hear her say it herself.

"Answer me sweetheart."

"N-No...no one has been down there before," she stammers.

It's her lucky day because the first man to go down on her is one that absolutely loves eating pussy. He loves feeling a woman squirm underneath him as he holds her hips down and devours her cunt. Y/n's puffy pussy is so enticing to him that he has to feast on her. And feast he will.

"Spread those legs a little wider for me baby. Let me make you feel good."

Y/n listens to him, but she's still unsure about him going down on her.

"Are you sure Bucky?"

"Am I sure about what?"

"Going down...there," she was so embarrassed that he made her say it out loud. Talking about sex makes her feel unsexy. She's also afraid he won't like how she tastes.

Bucky sits up and leans over her. Their noses are touching and his lips barely touch hers. "I've never been so sure baby," his words ghost across her lips.

Bucky sits back up on knees, a devilish smile playing on his face. He spreads Y/n's legs further apart. The sound of her wet folds separating as her legs part makes him feel feral. Even her cunt glistens in the little lighting they have. Y/n has never been so wet or turned on in her life. Bucky could slide right in if he wanted to. Instead he descends on her pussy for the taste he's been dying to get since he spotted her in the crowd.

His hands cup her ass and he brings her pussy up to his mouth. The first contact with his tongue on her pussy makes Y/n's mind melt.

"Buck — oh my god!" She couldn't hold back her cries of pleasure even if she wanted to.

That's what Bucky wants to hear from her. He wants to hear her call out his name like she's his desperate whore. Her little pussy is just as sweet as he expected.

In just a few seconds she's begging him for more. Bucky is loving every second of this. The way her hot flesh feels against his tongue and how she's falling apart at the seams just from him licking her folds. He hasn't shown her nothing yet in terms of pleasing her body, and yet the pretty, little virgin is crying out for him to keep devouring her precious pussy.

"It feels so good Bucky — ahh!"

Her moans are just as cute as her. Bucky hums into her pussy as his tongue dives between her folds. Every time he slides his tongue closer to her clit he gets a louder reaction. He knows the moment he attaches his mouth to it that it's going to drive her crazy; she's going to have her first orgasm on his tongue.

When his lips finally wrap around her clit, the most obscene moans escape Y/n's mouth. Bucky is so turned on by the sound of her cries that he ruts himself against the bed. He wants to fuck into her so bad already, but this pussy is just too good to pull his mouth away from. His whole body is heated as more of her arousal flows into his mouth. Her clit is so sensitive but that doesn't stop him from sucking harshly on the bud. Y/n begins to paw at his head in an attempt to push him away; she's utterly overwhelmed. But, Bucky just locks his arms around her thighs and keeps his mouth on her. The look in his eyes tells her to stop and let him do his job. Y/n tries, she desperately tries to control her body, but it just feels too good to stay still.

"B-Bucky!"

The cry of his name becomes so familiar on her tongue. She's still so nervous but she gives herself no choice but to surrender herself to him. Each moment they go further and further until Y/n is pushed to the edge of a new limit for herself. Her body feels light and heavy at the same time. She's nearly done for when a finger makes its way into her pussy, followed by a second. Bucky scissors his fingers out in her pussy to stretch her for him. She's so slick and wet, but he wants her to get accustomed to an intrusion in her little cunt. He massages her walls with the pads of his fingers. They clench around him before beginning to spasm. His fingers just push her closer to her first, and hardest orgasm of her life.

"Fuck!"

Y/n does not like to swear, but the situation warrants it as her body goes under. Her vision is obscured by patches of white in her eyes. She begins to babble as if she's cock drunk and she hasn't even gotten his cock yet. She underestimated how a mouth and two fingers could bring her to her knees metaphorically. If it wasn't for how broken her mind is, she'd be crying out 'I love you' over and over again.

Bucky pulls his fingers out and laps at her sweetness. He doesn't take too much time licking up her nectar because his cock is so hard and looking for its home. Her pussy is perfect for him

"I'm gonna fuck you until you cry," he groans as he sits up and grabs the base of his cock.

The head of his cock is aimed right at her pussy. It's so hard that it almost looks painful for him. She hates to kill his momentum, but she has to ask, "shouldn't we use a condom?" Her voice is weak from the orgasm that just wore her out. Even on autopilot her anxiousness gets the best of her.

Bucky pauses. He's a little annoyed by her question as he believes she should just go with what's happening.

"I wanna feel all of you baby — besides, I'm clean."

Bucky was not going to fuck that pussy with a condom. There is no way he was going to slide his thick cock into that virgin pussy without feeling for himself how wet and warm it is.

"But-"

"Do you want me to fuck you or not princess?" His delivery is a bit harsh, but he uses it to assert his authority over her. She's not going to say no to her favorite rockstar he says he just wants to worship her body.

Y/n silences herself but nods her head. She's afraid, but she also doesn't want him to stop. When he says, "good girl," she knows that she's made the right decision.

He glides the head of his cock between her slippery folds. Every time he slides past her entrance, Y/n thinks he's going to slide in, but he continues to tease her. He douses his cock in her slick that just kept seeping out of her. She acts so hesitant yet this little pussy can't stop flowing for him.

"I really wanna fuck that pussy from behind and watch your ass smack against mine. But, I'll be a nice man and let you see my face while I pick your cherry."

Finally he places the head right at her slit and slowly begins to slide in. Every muscle in her body tenses up and she shoots right up.

"No, no — it's okay baby. Just relax for me, okay? Relax for Bucky."

His words only placate her a little bit. She lays back down for him but it's hard to relax completely when his big cock is nearly splitting her open. The air is plucked right from her and she can't even moan, let alone speak.

Bucky almost slides all of himself inside of her before pulling all the way out again. Y/n feels so empty at the loss of him. The next time he's pushing into her he moves a little more quicker. He can't take too much time or else he's going to explode inside of her without really getting to fuck her. Bucky has to calm himself down too so he doesn't blow his load. Her pussy is just so tight and inviting; definitely the snuggest cunt he's had in a while.

She winces as he pushes in deeper and deeper and Bucky begins to caress her skin; he wants to corrupt her, not hurt her.

"Shh, shh baby it's okay. Daddy's got you and that pretty pussy baby..."

His words of encouragement turn her on and make her feel a little bit better. The man who's posters are on the walk of her dorm is fucking her and talking to her sweetly. He's making her into a woman.

Bucky grabs her legs and places them on his shoulder. "Shit," he grunts when the new position gives him much deeper access. He can't believe he has so much patience when he really wants to tear her pussy up. He knows she can't handle it quite yet though.

"Ahh! It's so big, Bucky!" She whines. Her nails dig into his forearms from the pain as she tries to adjust to his size.

"A big cock for a big girl."

Bucky pauses for a second to take in the feeling of her silky walls. Y/n is grateful for the time he takes to admire how she feels because she needs this moment to adjust to him. He’s so big, nearly splitting her in half, but she doesn’t want this moment to end. There is no better person she could give her virginity to. Even if Bucky’s not necessarily as gentle as the first man she’d imagine to have sex with, nor is he someone’s she in a relationship with, but this is so much better than anything else she could have gotten.

“You have the wettest pussy on earth,” he fawns before he begins to move again.

Bucky works her up to a steady pace that is still careful of her delicate frame. Her nails in his skin sting but the pain goes straight to his cock. She doesn’t know just how much he likes it rough and how much restraint he’s actually showing. Once she gets used to him, he’s going to take the stress out on her perfect, untouched body. She’ll be his fuck doll for the night.

“How does it feel, baby? How does it feel to have my big dick inside of you?” Bucky lays his hand on her lower stomach, “can you feel me right here?”

“Yes!”

His hand snakes down to rub light circles into her clit. He feels her thighs shivering against his sides. She’s so precious; he could do anything to her and she’d enjoy it, turning into a moaning mess in a second. There are tears in the corners of eyes that spill out once she forces her eyes shut. Her fingernails have exited his skin and settled for gripping at the sheets near her head. Bucky leans down to kiss between the valley of her breast. Her back arches into the air, his lips digging into her skin in the process. “So good…so, so good,” he whispers against her skin. His warm breath tickles her skin. She feels like she’s walking into the gates of heaven as his cock inside of her begins to feel good. It’s electrifying to be so filled by such a man. This feels like a dirty secret she should keep to her grave, but also something she should scream on top of the world’s largest mountain.

Bucky sits up again and cups her face. She’s still so pure even with his cock stuffed inside of her. His cock curves inside of her and rubs against her sweet spot, and he’s just seconds away from giving in and ruining her. His touch, the thickness of cock, should be imprinted on her mind for the rest of her life. She’ll think about him even when she’s married with children. God — Bucky wishes he can just scoop her up and take her with him, but a good girl like her would be ruined by his lifestyle. He likes how sinless she is, and he doesn’t want that to change.

“H-Harder,” she whispers.

Neither of them can believe the word that escapes from her mouth, but who is Bucky to deny her? His hips snap against hers and he fucks into her harder just like she asks. His cock is so heavy inside of her but the burn of the stretch is so delicious. She holds onto him for dear life again. She’s desperate to have another orgasm. It felt so good when she came on his tongue, and she wants to experience it again on his cock. Bucky can feel her tightening up and he’s threatening to spill his seed inside of her.

“C’mon sweetheart,” he rubs her clit harder now, “cum for me princess. Cum all over daddy’s big dick.”

Y/n groans at his demand. She’s so close to cumming for him and that’s all she wants to do. She wants to obey his every whim, no matter how taxing it is.

There are stars in her eyes as she begins to cum around his cock, just for him. Her voice is too weak for her to moan out loud for him, but her whimpers get him going. The warmth spreads throughout her body and she swears she’s seeing stars at this point.

“Bucky!”

A string of profanities escape his lips and he pulls out of her before she could fully ride out her hide. She whines at the empty feeling inside of her. Bucky was about to cum inside of her, but he wants to take her from behind now that he’s taken her once and made her cum. He doesn’t say anything as he moves her limp body around like she’s a rag doll. He places her on her stomach and then pulls her hips back and into the air. Her knees sink into the bed as she lays with her face down and ass up. Bucky is feeding his cock into her pussy within seconds. Her eyes widened at the new position giving him even more access to her poor pussy. She can feel his tip teasing her cervix. Bucky isn’t so keen on being nice and slow for her this time around. The squelching of her cunt and the slapping of their skin is loud and lascivious.

“Fuck baby — I’m gonna cum in this pussy,” he moans.

Y/n wasn’t on any sort of birth control, but she isn’t going to stop him. She knows it’s a risk, but she just hopes for the best because she needs his cock inside of her. Her morals are as shaky as the legs she’s laying on.

“Gonna let daddy cum in this pretty pussy?”

“Yes!” Her voice is muffled by the blankets on the bed, but he hears her loud and clear.

“Good girl — such a slut for me.”

Being called a slut shouldn’t be such a turn on, but it makes Y/n’s pussy even wetter. Her heat was more intoxicating than any alcohol he’s had tonight. The veins of his cock slide against her soft walls and he fits into her like a glove; her pussy is too good not to pound.

“Fuck princess I’m about to cum…’m bout to give you my big, fat load.”

All Y/n can do is whine. She grabs at the bed and squeezes onto the nearest blanket very tight. She’s going to cum again; she can feel it deep in her stomach.

Bucky was lost in a trance watching her ass bounce against him as his cock disappeared in her tight cunt. But he wasn’t dazed enough not to notice the small gesture of Y/n pushing her hips back against him. He can’t help but smirk at the fact that he turned this sweet virgin playing dress up into his slut. It makes his cock twitch inside of her and he’s finally about to cum. He can feel her getting close again too.

“Cum with me sweet girl — wanna cum with you.”

Y/n feels special hearing those words from him. He wasn’t a selfish man, he spoiled her pussy two times and he’s about to do it again for the third time tonight. His cock keeps spearing her open, reaching deep inside her tight canal. Her pussy gives him one good squeeze before she begins to milk. She can feel his cum spreading inside of her, causing her to gasp as it triggers her own orgasm. He comes to a halt as he bursts inside of her. His hand reaches down to rub her clit through her own orgasm and she begins to shiver under his touch.

“B-Bucky — my god,” her voice is broken and faint.

Y/n can barely keep her eyes open as she feels his cum filling her up inside. It’s so warm and feels like it’s spreading without her body.

Bucky doesn’t want to pull out; he wants to stay buried in that cunt forever. But, he’s dying to see his cum drip out of her. He pulls out of her slowly and watches a gush of white escape from her hole. “Fuck, that’s it baby,” he coos as more and more flows out. He didn’t realize that he had so much pent up inside of him until he saw it dripping out of her. He rubs the head of his cock through her folds before pushing his cream back in.

He’s utterly spent; that girl and her pussy wore him out. He collapses on the bed next to her and pulls her into his arms. Bucky really should be cleaning her up and sending her on her merry way, but he needs to feel someone’s touch tonight after that. It feels nice to cuddle with her although it’s not his most favorite thing to do with a hook-up. He sees it as something that’s too intimate, something lovers should do, but it is the least he can do after being the first man to use her body. But, Bucky also doesn’t want to admit that he enjoyed tonight a little bit more than usual.

“Rest up sweetheart. I’ll get you home tonight,” Bucky coos, his nose pressing into the hot skin on her cheek. Y/n nods absentmindedly. Her mind was totally consumed with being in the arms of her favorite rockstar who had now fucked his way into being her favorite person in the world.

Bucky lets her rest up before he’s cleaning up the mess between her legs. Most of it has dried up, but there are still remnants of the mix of their cum clinging to her inner thigh. He’s proud of his handiwork and looking at the pretty girl laying in his bed is further proof.

Y/n sits up and begins to search for her clothes. Bucky watches her every move. She can barely walk from the exhaustion and soreness that is now ravaging her body. He’s enamored by the sight of her, as if she’s the famous one. It’s so ridiculous how much his heart swells just watching her try to make herself look presentable again. She still looks so sweet and innocent even after getting her brains fucked out.

Bucky doesn’t know what compels him to say something stupid to the girl. He doesn’t make promises, because they are often broken, but he plans on keeping this one. He cups her face with his hands which forces her to stop and look at him. There are just as many stars in his eyes as there are hers.

“Next time you’re in New York, you call me. Or, wherever the hell you are, you call me and I’ll be there to fuck the shit out of you. Anytime, any place baby.”

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The Five Scares (and one revenge)

Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing 

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having a tendency to scare people, Corpse has gotten used to his friends being jumpy whenever he appears from the void into a Discord call with them. However, the one who has it the roughest with the spooks has to be his partner Y/N. Basically: The five times Corpse scared Y/N and the one time they scared him

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your lovely request it was a real joy to write and I had a ton of fun doing so! Hope you have equally as wonderful of a time if you happen to come across it and give it a read despite the long wait you’ve had to endure which I apologize for. Love, Vy ❤

I

Having had to go home for the night to keep an eye on their roommate’s dog, Y/N and Corpse agreed to have a video call before they fell asleep. They didn’t want to appear like that typical clingy and cheesy couple but after spending almost a whole week curled up in Corpse’s apartment, the two would feel each other’s absence to a very saddening degree to the point where they’d even forget the other isn’t around and would call out to them. 

Letting the call ring, Y/N’s hand comes up to smooth out their hair. However, the touch reveals to them that their hair needs a bit more than a simple tap or a pat to be tamed so while they wait for Corpse to answer the call, they quickly head to their bathroom. Flicking the light on, their reflection greets them with the underwhelming news of the actual state of their hair at the moment: an absolute mess. They proceed to do their best with the single hair-tie they have handy. A bobby pin or two would be neat but they have no time to go and grab one right now, seeing as how they can’t recall if they even brought them back from Corpse’s apartment. If they didn’t, they would have to search their roommate’s room for some which would take an even longer amount of time.

Eventually, they manage to tame it in something closely resembling a presentable ponytail and exit the bathroom feeling more exhausted than before. With a loud sigh, they crash onto their bed, face-first into the sea of pillows, groaning at the slight sting of their muscles relaxing at last.

“Y/N?“ The decently loud mention of their name by a deep, familiar yet sudden and unexpected voice startles them to the point of squealing and jumping an entire inch away from where they were positioned.

They look around their room in a frenzy, wondering where on Earth that voice came from and how it could be here with them right now.

“Y/N, you there?”, before they could locate it, it emerges once again, helping Y/N get an ide of where it’s coming from - somewhere in the messed up bed sheets.

“Corpse?“ They finally find their voice, “Y-yeah I’m here. Question is: how are you...“ and then it all clicks, causing them to twist their face in an expression of utter disappointment and bury it in the palms of their hands, groaning.

“You forgot about the video chat, didn’t you?“ Corpse asks, amusement not even attempted to be hidden in his voice.

“Yup.“

II

It’s been one hell of a day. Y/N’s college lectures exhausted them to a max and their six hour job following their classes did nothing to help them AT ALL. Quite the opposite actually. Makes sense why they look, move and talk the way they’re doing right now: like a ghost, zombie and an elder combined in one. To add to their misfortunes for the day, they were met with the mocking ‘OUT OF ORDER’ sign taped to the doors of the elevator, laughing in their face with the information that their hellish experience for the day is far from over.

Just the thought of having to climb to the fifth floor made their stomach turn in the most unpleasant way possible, but the though of how long that would take made matters even worse. Arriving at their designated apartment, they have every right to be pissed, cussing their heart out. 

However, then comes a new problem: the inability to pinpoint the correct key. They proceed to curse themselves, the keys, the door handle and the door itself before punching the poor wood that did no wrong and just stands here, serving its purpose of keeping unwanted people out of the apartment it’s guarding.

Following their anger outburst and front-door-abuse, they proceed to try finding the correct key once again, this time slightly more calmly as to not accidentally miss it in their frantic rifling.

Right as they’re about to try the third key, however, the door opens. Well, it’s opened by someone on the other side, that someone being none other than their boyfriend Corpse who’s currently staring at them wide-eyed, one eyebrow raised, the word ‘confused’ basically written across his face.

While he’s processing the sight in front of him, Y/N lets out a little scream, jumping back and away from the door, a hand placed over their chest as their wide eyes scan their boyfriend who now seems equally terrified as a result of their reaction.

“Corpse?!“ They manage to gasp, barely hearing their own voice over the loud thumping of their heart and the rush of blood in their ears, “What the hell are you doing here?!“

The confusion on Corpse’s face deepens, reaching whole new levels as his eyes gaze deeper into theirs, searching for the meaning behind their bizarre question. “You mean...at my own apartment? What am I doing, at home?“

For a few seconds, the two just stare blankly at one another, processing everything that’s just happened. Suddenly, it all just kinda caves for Y/N and they burst out laughing, doubling over, their arms clutching at their stomach as they do so. Their laughter is contagious, so Corpse can’t help but let out a few chuckles himself.

“Alright, you’ve been driven to insanity, I can tell.“ He mumbles at his reckless partner, coming up behind them and wraps his arms around them, lifting them up and carrying their laughing ass inside.

III

Finally deciding to sit down and get this damn project started, Y/N already feels like they’ve had enough of it, burnout already creeping in and threatening to ruin their work and trip them up every step of the way. It wouldn’t have been so bad had the subject not been one they absolutely despise and wish they could get out of studying but alas they’re stuck with it.

They equip their headphones as soon as they plant their butt on the desk chair in their tiny room in their tiny roommate-shared apartment, putting their Spotify playlist on shuffle as they open a blank Power Point document. They work better with music blasting in their ears since the silence tends to be too loud and distracting when they’re trying to focus. So, that way they can also sing their heart out in peace and not get disturbed by the sound of their own off-key singing. Win-win, basically.

Singing ‘Never Forget You’ by Zara Larsson and MNEK, they get a little carried away, ditching the project to enter a full-blown music video they can imagine down to the detail in their mind.

However, there’s a surprise awaiting them.

As soon as MNEK’s part of the song begins, another voice apart from his echoes through their headphones, singing along to the song. Freaking the fuck out, they let out a loud scream, smacking the headset off them, sending the object falling and landing on their laptop keyboard with a crash that only serves to further startle their roommate’s dog which comes to check if they are being attacked or something only to be disappointed by the lack of action.

When pushing the headphones off, they did so with a force strong enough to snap the cable out of the laptop entirely so now the room is filled with the sound of that same foreign voice laughing his ass off.

A voice that belongs to no other than Corpse Husband himself.

“You gotta learn to disconnect from Discord calls, Y/N.“ The fucker says, still cackling wholeheartedly at his partner’s misery.

Pissed off or not, Y/N would have to admit he’s got a point. But they’d also rather never speak again than admit it so...

“Fuck you!“ is what they say instead, seconds before disconnecting.

IV

Making breakfast is not something either Corpse or Y/N are used to, mostly cause they both either wake up late or skip the meal entirely. Regardless, having been given a day off from work and having no classes since it’s Saturday, Y/N saw no better way to start their day off than to prepare a nice breakfast for them and their boyfriend to enjoy. Problem is: they aren’t the most skilled in the kitchen. Sure they can scramble an egg or make mac and cheese, but in order to do it correctly they are not allowed to have distractions of any kind. Not even music, that’s how you know it’s serious.

Seeing as how Corpse has never seen them cook, he’s obviously unaware of theirs. The dummy straight up waltzes into the kitchen, unintentionally remaining unspotted and unheard by Y/N because he’s barefoot and because they have their back turned to him.

“Whatya cooking over there babe?“

Y/N’s focus bubble, being as thin as it is and considering they initially thought Corpse was still asleep, they have every right to let out the yelp they just did, dropping the egg they were gonna crack over the pan in said pan in its entirety - yes, shell and all.

A moment of silence commences: regretful on Corpse’s end and frustrated on theirs. Neither of them dares to say anything to avoid triggering the other. Well, that’s the case until Y/N decides enough’s enough and they turn to look at him, a wide, obviously fake smile plastered onto their face.

“Scrambled eggs, following a secret recipe, property of the L/N family.“

Seems like your pre-breakfast snack is an extra large dose of sarcasm, huh?

V

“So, how was your day? You sound pretty chipper so I take it wasn’t a nightmare like a few days ago.“ Corpse comments over the phone, listening to shuffling and shifting as Y/N moves around the apartment, getting ready to head out.

“It was great actually. Got some important results back and, not to brag or anything, but they were higher than I expected.“ They reply, a genuine wide grin refusing to leave their face as they silently count the amount of money they’ve got in their wallet. “I’m gonna go buy a cake so we can celebrate it. It’s no small deal, trust me, especially not when I initially thought I’d fail both these exams to the point of being pitied.“

“Wait...-“ Corpse attempts, his voice suddenly sounding strained and urgent but that’s the very reason he cannot seem to find or get the right words out of his system. Not that Y/N gives him any time to figure it out.

“No Corpse, you cannot change my mind. Cake and beers, we’re celebrating toni- SHIT!“ They scream as they throw open the front door, bumping square into someone standing on the other side, almost dropping their phone.

Taken aback by embarrassment and fear, they leap back, their eyes searching for the ones of the person whose personal space they just invaded. Well, to be fair, he was the one invading their personal space by standing right outside the door to their - well, to Corpse’s apartment.

The fear and irritation die down almost instantly when Y/N recognizes the person standing opposite them.

“Mind telling me why we’re talking on the phone when you could’ve come in and we could’ve had a normal person conversation?!“ They snap, ironically enough - they’re still holding the phone to their ear.

So is Corpse whos is smiling guiltily, “That’s why I called, I forgot my keys, but I got...carried...sorry.”

Well, at least this serves as proof Y/N’s not the only forgetful one.

                                                            ~  ~  ~

Corpse has been stuck in his recording room for four hours now, never stopping his stream to take care of his basic human needs such as eating or going to the bathroom. This behavior of his has Y/N worried sick and unable to focus on the task at hand - an assignment they’ve been trying to finish for two hours now, sitting with their computer on their lap and looking hopelessly at the blank Word document waiting for them to fill it up while they are waiting for it to start writing itself.

Seeing as how neither are gonna happen, not until Y/N puts their mind at ease, they slowly put the laptop aside, standing up to carefully skip on over to Corpse’s recording room to check on him, stopping by the kitchen to grab him a snack and a bottle of water along the way.

The door to the darkened room is open a crack, as usual, suggesting they can enter without knocking - this also means he’ll probably not hear them even if they knock so the whole gesture would be pointless. Not that Y/N has a tendency to knock or anything... Waltzing in, they find that the only light in the room is the very faint and dark glow of the computer screen which is displaying a dark and dingy room from a first-person view of the protagonist of whatever game Corpse’s currently playing.

“Corpse?!“ They whisper-yell/hiss at him, trying their best to grasp his attention without startling him - they don’t need to be told that the game is of the horror genre and the last thing they need is for their boyfriend to flip backwards and fall out of his chair because they scared the shit out of him. “Hey?!“

Neither attempts prove futile so, despite their best instincts telling them differently, they walk over to him and tap him on the shoulder. The reaction, while within the realm of expectancy, is a lot more startled than they expected, accompanied by a scream on top of all. They’d never heard him scream in fear before, it’s quite amusing if they’re being honest.

They suppress a snicker as Corpse’s wide open eyes meet their squinting ones in the darkness, “Y/N...babe...what is it? Is everything ok?”

Y/N rolls their eyes, “No, everything isn’t ok. Your unhealthy habit of forgetting to take care of yourself, for example.” They put the snack and the bottle on the his desk, giving him their best disappointed-parent look before turning on their heel to strut their way out of the room. However, just as they are about to make their exit, they stop right at the doorframe, giving their stunned one final glance over their shoulder with a smug smirk playing across their face, “Oh and by the way, that’s what I like to call revenge.” Just like that, they leave, pushing the door back into its previous position.

And boy, is it some sweet, sweet revenge.

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im so obsessed w dads friend bo this got out of hand and is way too long lmao 🥴 thank u @slasherrabbitmadness for letting me dabble w dilf bo 😭🖤🙏🏻

🚫 minors 🚫 sfw

It was the first time you’d visited the shitty little bar in the town where your dad lived, some back end swamp that gave you chills and you were both wondered and disgusted how people could live with so much heat and humidity. You’d been home on summer break from college, staying with your father rather than your mother and while you loved him more than anything, the mosquitoes and constant sweat on your brow was beginning to make you regret your stay.

That was until you found yourself at the only bar in your father’s town, dark and dusty and full of mean looking strangers and you’re sure you’re in a movie. The bartender does’t check your ID when you order yourself a vodka cranberry, but he tilts his head and stares at you long and hard enough that you blush. You’re tucked into the corner of the bar, silently watching its inhabitants while you drank iced vodka over iced vodka - your phone had no service here.

You’re three drinks deep when you buy a pack of cigarettes from the bartender and when you fish your wallet out to pay the rest of your tab to leave, there’s a smooth voice at your side and you give the speaker weary eyes - until you see him, that is. Taller than you, and clearly muscular under his clothes. He’s got a thick neck and a strong jaw and a dirty baseball cap over dark curls - his fingers are dark and covered in what you assume to be old, built up engine grease. A mechanic. He’s got a brow raised at you and you blink up dumbly at him, face heating.

“What?”

The older man’s lips curl into a grin that’s all teeth and your heart skips a beat as he dips down ever so slightly, just right into your personal space.

“Real loud in here, huh? Sorry, was askin if you’d mind if I bum one - left my wallet back in the truck.” He motions over his shoulder and you see his truck outside before giving a nod, offering the tall stranger the pack of cigarettes. His toothy grin shrinks into a side smile and you feel your knees go weak - his deft fingers quickly pack the cartridge before opening the plastic and tossing the garbage onto the bar. He takes a cigarette from your pack and lights it with a match from his pocket before offering it to you - you take it with a slow blink and watch as he lights his own before sliding you back the pack.

“Bo Sinclair. Mechanic for a couple towns over - I own a specialty shop so i’m here pretty often.” He’s got a thick southern drawl that makes your stomach clench and you have to tell yourself to breathe - why the fuck were you going nuts over some backwoods hillbilly? You blamed the vodka, though you knew that it wasn’t the case. Instead, you squeeze your legs together to quench the throb of your clit while you smoke. You offer your name quietly and he repeats it with a satisfied hum before motioning the bartender over. “Double whatever she was havin, and give me a couple of whiskeys too.” The bartender is friendlier with him - /BO/ - than he was with you and your drinks are served promptly and when you take the shot glass and the cool vodka cranberry, you glance up at Bo with drawn brows. “Owner and I know each other. My brother does some work for him now and then.” He finishes his sentence with a wink before tapping his shot glass against yours, urging you in.

It’s a few hours later when you’re thoroughly buzzed and gone through over a pack of cigarettes and your eyes are red and puffy from the weed offered to you and Bo just outside the bar that you find yourself giggling along side of the main road in town, fingers laced loosely with Bo’s as he lets out soft chuckles behind you, eyes dark as he takes in your form. You had every intention of leading Bo back to anywhere you could and fucking the brains out of him, but hesitated when you thought of your father’s small home.

“Hey. Wait. This is, uh. Weird.” Your voice is breathy and you have to stop to laugh, but then you steady yourself as Bo comes close to you, dropping his forehead down against yours and pushing you gently into the shadows of the buildings along the street. You swallow and reach up to wrap your arms around his neck and he’s there, hand instantly wrapped around you and lifting you and you’re being pressed against some sort of brick wall with Bo’s hands at your ass. He kisses you harshly and you moan against him, all teeth and tongue while your fingers wrap into the dark curls of his hair and Bo grinds up against you, already hard behind his pants. “Can’t, uh. Go back to mine. My house. It ain’t mine. My uh, my dad is there.” You’re breathy against him as he sucks harsh bruises into your neck and collar while you pant and whine against him. He bites down and you let out a cry, Bo’s hand shooting up to cover your mouth. He sucks in a harsh bruise that you’d have no possibility of hiding and you wonder for a moment if he was a high schooler in a man’s body because who else would leave this many hickies?

He lets you down after a long while and pulls you from the wall and Bo ducks for a moment and you only have a second to catch your breath before he’s lifting you and you’re slung over his shoulder, hands at his ass with your ass at the side of his face. He presses a harsh, bruising nip against your thigh that you’re sure would bruised and you’re being carried away through the dark streets. There’s a noise and Bo grunts and you’re being gently slung into the passenger seat of his truck, old leather still hot from the day earlier.

Bo slides into the seat next to you and while he’s sitting, you can see how hard and thick he is behind his jeans. He shifts his truck into gear and you jump and bounce and you’re on your belly against the bar seat of the truck, face against the rough fabric of Bo’s pants while you whine and groan around him, soaking the front of his pants as much as you could. He’s got a hand in your hair and he occasionally lifts it to shift gears - the ride is smooth and you can feel his eyes on the back of your head and you pant against his fabric hidden cock. You weren’t sure where you were going and the thought crosses your mind that you were totally about to be brutally murdered somewhere and when Bo’s hand tightens in your hair, you groan around him as your clit throbs between your legs and then you don’t care where you’re going, as long as Bo fucks you.

The drive feels like forever but it couldn’t be more than 15 minutes and suddenly the truck stops and Bo pulls you up for a harsh kiss before shoving you back to your side of the truck - you’re out of the door and Bo is at your side in seconds, his hand on the small of your back as he leads you up into his house. It’s big, two story, and there are multiple vehicles outside which leads you to believe that there are others than Bo staying at the house. You wonder briefly if he’s married with children and a sinful shiver runs down your spine. There’s no lock on the door and you follow Bo in quietly. The house is dark and you trip over the edge of a carpet, but Bo is there and he leads you upstairs with his fingers tight around your wrist.

As soon as his bedroom door is closed behind you, Bo’s attitude changes. He’s slower, calmer, a cheshire grin across his face. You’re panting, clit throbbing between your legs, limbs trembling as you sink to the floor and drop to your knees, staring up at Bo. “Wanna suck your cock. Please.” Your voice is low and Bo’s grin only widens at your words - he’s quick with his jeans, popping the button and flicking down his fly to shimmy them down his legs. He’s thick behind his underwear and you watch him rub over himself with dark eyes staring down at you, panting against the warm bedroom air. You reach up and tug Bo’s underwear down his thighs, letting out a slutty little moan as his cock comes free - he’s thick, thicker than anything you’ve had before, and he’s got enough length that you have to use two hands to jerk him off. Bo hisses above you as you press sloppy wet kisses along his shaft, lubing him up while you tug and massage at his balls with one hand, the other balled into a fist at your lap.

He doesn’t give you long to get used to him, not before he’s got his hands at the sides of your head with his own slammed back behind him into the door, hips tilted forward as he fucks your throat. You’re doing what you can to take it, both hands at his thighs while you choke and gag around him, drool and spit and pre puddling under the two of you. He’s fucking loud above you, airy chuckles and panting your name and you’re so surprised that he’s so expressive and it only turns you on, humming around Bo as he assaults your throat. That makes him stutter and you can see his thighs clench around you and his fingers tighten painfully in your hair as he chokes. He stays like this for only a few seconds before yanking your head back with a growl. You pop off of him as you choke, coughing painfully and spitting against his carpet. You’re given only a moment before Bo’s hands are under your arms and he’s lifting you like you’re a fucking child - you’re tossed back onto his bed and he lifts his hand to circle his finger, indicating for you to flip. You comply immediately, hands under you to open your own pants and you’re shimmying out of them when Bo is there behind you, face pressed into the ass of your underwear as he licks and nips at you from beneath the fabric. You whine and push back against him, using the leverage to get your knees under you and you find yourself face down in a stranger’s pillows that smelled like way too much Old Spice and there was so much warmth between your legs that you thought you might drown and die.

Bo’s fingers are there along with his tongue and he works your wet cunt open from behind, humming against you as you moan and writhe and pant into his bed, a hand behind you in his hair while the other grips the blankets desperately for something, anything. The thick fingers inside of you speed up and you press back against him and he sucks and licks at your clit and you cum harder than you remember ever having in your life, knees shaking as Bo fucks you through it, lapping your orgasm soaking around his fingers. He doesn’t break, only shifts his hand so he can slip a third finger inside of you and you stretch around him, delirious with sex as you push back against him with your sluttiest of moans. You can hear him behind you, panting and letting out small whispers of ‘fuck’ and ‘god damn’ and then suddenly it’s not enough as you clench and whine hard at Bo, shaming your hips and ass, inviting, begging him to fuck you.

He pulls back and is gone for a moment and you try to catch your breath, repositioning yourself on your knees with your ass up and hips spread, how you to like to be fucked deep and harsh. You hear plastic and he’s putting on a condom thankfully, though with this much heat in your belly it was hard to care if he had one or not.

“Look at you, just beggin for it. Fancy little city slut desperate to get fucked in my bed.” Bo’s tone is harsh and you moan loud at his words, his accent thicker in his lust and when he grabs your hips and pulls you back, you let out a small yelp in surprise. You’re expecting Bo to plunge into you, to be taken brutal and harsh but the head of his cock is at your cunt and you hold your breath as he slowly, slowly sinks in. He’s fucking thick and you gasp at the burn and stretch, eyes wide against the bed. He feels like he could split you in two on his cock alone and you press back into him suddenly, fulling seating yourself against his hips with his thick length buried deep in your pussy, deep enough to feel his throbbing head against your cervix. You moan, low and long around Bo and he picks up his pace then, drawing back with his cock nearly spilling out of you and then he’s back with a sharp snap of his hips - you cry out at the second assault in your belly and then he sets his rhythm, rolling his hips to snap harshly into you and pulling you back onto his cock with each thrust.

You don’t know how long you’re bent over and fucked like this, Bo groaning and brutal behind you, hips already marked with countless bruises in the shape of his fingers and you’re so sweaty, a pool under you where Bo fucks into you and you leak around him. You’re sobbing into his sheets, bouncing your hips back to meet him with each thrust and Bo gets louder as he spanks you harshly - on his fourth slap, he grabs your cheeks in a hard knead before picking up his pace, bucking into you and chasing his own pleasure, using your cunt like a fleshlight as he chases his own pleasure with your body. Onetwothree pumps and he pulls out of you with a slick sound and your knees collapse under you, a cry passed your lips from the sudden loss of contact and then Bo’s fingers are under your shoulder and you’re being flipped. You obediently sit up on your elbows and open your mouth with your tongue out, eyes locked on Bo’s and he yanks off the condom just in time to finish against your face - thick, warm ropes of cum that splash into your mouth, over your lips, across your neck and into your hair. You moan and lick him cum from your lips, hiding the wince at his bitter taste.

Bo falls asleep quickly afterwards, snoring and with an arm slung over your back. You lie awake and watch him in awe - he’s the first older man you’d ever slept with, and he fucked you better than boys your age did. You sigh and crawl out from under him, pulling your pants back up. The walk back to town and to your own car is long, a good hour, and you’re so sore when you get back to the bar that you slump against your car for a moment before settling in. You flip down your mirror and take a look at yourself and blush at the dark teeth marks and bruises littering high on your neck and down your collar. There’s no chance you’d be able to cover them and you sigh to your fate of having to explain to your father why you have hickies in your 20s.

The next morning you’re sore in places you didn’t know you could be sore - you rubbed your clit in the shower and came to the thought of an old hillbilly who probably wasn’t even that cute, you were only wearing beer goggles. Your dad doesn’t say anything about the bruises on your neck, but you see him shake his head out of the corner of your eyes. You’re red in embarrassment throughout the morning and when your dad suggests you get out of town rather than staying cooped up in the house, you gladly take his keys and drive the two of you to town, old truck chugging along. Your father didn’t like your car, said it was too small and hard for him to get in and out of, so you learned stick so you could drive him comfortably in his own truck.

The two of you eat at a diner that serves you greasy biscuits and gravy but their coffee is halfway decent so you sit with your father and enjoy a companionable silence. It’s broken by a loud, familiar voice and you furrow your brow as it comes closer and then he’s speaking your father’s name and his voice lights up as he stands.

“Well, Bo god damned Sinclair! I thought that was you, what other bastard is crazy enough to go muckin about dressed like that?” Your father’s voice is all smiles and he pulls Bo into a hug - he was dressed in all black as it he were coming from a funeral. “Hey, sorry, ain’t meanin to be rude. This here’s my daughter, come home from college for the summer.” You close your eyes and sigh through your nose because you’re surely in some kind of shitty romcom. Bo looks down at you and blinks, eyes widening only momentarily before his lips curl into the same cheshire grin he had when you fucked him. “Well how about that.” Bo reaches down and you shake his hand, his fingers squeezing yours tightly, and you see his eyes raking over your body, over his bruises and teeth marks left on your neck and collar and shoulders.

Your dad invites Bo to sit and he does so, eyes locked on yours with this big shit eating grin. You excuse yourself to the bathroom and when you come back, Bo’s made himself comfortable at your table with his own cup of coffee and a stack of pancakes. You wipe the sweat from your hands on your pants and return to the table and the mess you’d gotten yourself into.

#WHew #this is so long im so sorry #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x reader #house of wax #afab reader #dads friend bo

[justkending]

Moral of the Story (Prologue)

Series Summary: From childhood friends, to highschool sweethearts, the two naive, young, and lovestruck teens decided the best way to keep a strong relationship during college would be to marry right out of highschool. No one batted an eye at the idea as everyone knew they were soulmates. However, college is a big step in a person’s life. You learn new things about yourself, you make new friends, find new hobbies… And maybe being newly weds and going to different colleges across the states wasn’t the best plan… After a falling out, and a tragic heartbreaking divorce, the two now hold grudges for how the other handled the whole thing in the past. Neither not really knowing both sides of the story. 10 years later, and they both get a call from the lawyers office that settled their divorce. Somehow the papers never went through and the divorce was never completed. So now, the exes, or should we say husband and wife, have to meet back up after all these years to settle their failed marriage once and for all. (This summary will be shorter in other chapters. I just needed to get the full concept out there;)

A/N (repeat): So the other day while I was doing my hair (quite the process), I was playing music and the song Moral of the Story by Ashe came on. Mind you, I’ve heard this song hundreds of times, but for some reason, this time I got a major story idea! Listening to the lyrics brought me to this new series. Of course, the lengthy summary above will give you an idea of what came to my brain, but I recommend you listen to the song still because it plays a big part in my thought process:) (Plus it’s a good song;) Enjoy and please do not hesitate to share your thoughts and comments with me! I love each and every single one<3

(I will release the first chapter at the beginning of next week! That way I can give myself some time to write more chapters before sharing it!)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Y/N (Modern AU)

Word Count: 1200+

Prologue:

"Melody, have the papers for the Bee's Knees company come in yet?"

"Uh, no. But I can call them again and see if they faxed it or sent over a physical copy though," Melody answered from her desk, already typing away to find the company.

"Perfect. We have a meeting with a recycling plant next week and I want to get everything set before we go in with them," Y/N nodded, coming out from her office with a file in her hands. She turned to her assistant at the front desk who was about 20 emails deep and already finding the issue. "Hey, you're not coming in tomorrow, right?"

"Um, no, no. I am. I rescheduled that date," she answered bashfully as if she had been caught in the act of something.

"Melody..." Y/N drug out, hand on her hip.

"What? I- He understood. He said he was fine moving it to Saturday," the young woman shrugged, never looking back at her boss that was clearly sending her a motherly stare.

"You're already over your 40 hours this week, and you've rescheduled with him, what? 3 times now?" Y/N moved to the front of the desk so the young brunette had to make eye contact with her.

"Yes," she answered hesitantly.

"Is it just nerves or something else?" Y/N smirked.

"I'm not nervous... It's just been a while since I've had time for a date."

"Two things about what you just said in the past minute. One, clearly this guy likes you because he's rescheduled with you this many times and hasn't called it off yet. So if you're nervous about it not going well on his end, I think you're safe," Y/N pointed a finger at her.

"But-," Melody started.

"Second," Y/N cut off with a raised eyebrow. "I'm giving you time to go on a date and you're still not taking it. Work is no longer an excuse."

Melody stopped avoiding eye contact and looked up at the Y/H/C hair woman leaning on her reception desk.

"You've been talking with my mom again, haven't you?" she sighed.

"I promised I'd take care of you. So yes, I have. And though her reasoning for you dating is because she wants grandbabies, I just want you to have fun and live your life. You're 22. Don't waste your young years being scared."

"Ugh, fine. I'll text him now and see if he's still available for tonight," she groaned.

"Perfect!" Y/N grinned in victory as she started to walk back to her office. "I expect the details in the morning," she winked before she walked in.

"Oh, Y/N!" Melody stopped her. "A message came for you while you were in that last meeting."

"Who from?" Y/N quirked an eyebrow, moving back to the desk.

"Uh, I don't really know. Didn't sound familiar, but here's the name and number they said to call back from," she answered, handing her a note.

Y/N took the small paper and looked it over. Her face dropped and her eyes widened.

"You ok? Is it someone you know?" the young assistant asked, noticing what looked like horror on her face.

"Um, yeah. Yeah, an old acquaintance of mine," Y/N tried to quickly brush off. "Um, I'm going to take this. Can you hold any calls and if anyone comes to talk, tell them to just email me?"

"Oh, ok. Yeah, I'll take care of it," Melody nodded.

"Thank you."

Rushing back to her office and quickly shutting her door, she raced to her phone. She read the business name again, not sure if she was dreaming or if it was a hallucination.

Nope. Hammer Attorney was written in Melody's perfect penmanship on the paper with a number that held an area code from New York. A place she never thought she would hear from again and from a town she hadn't visited in almost 10 years._________________

"Buck, did you tell Fury about getting those new water therapy machines?" Steve shouted from his room.

"We're at home, Steve. Why are we talking about work?" Bucky groaned as he slouched on the couch. A beer in hand and a documentary with I Survived stories playing in front of him.

Steve came in from around the corner looking down at his phone in hand before moving his eye line to his roommate.

"Because I just got a call from the night crew saying that the last one that was working, finally went out tonight while they were running it for some test," Steve raised an eyebrow.

"Ugh, you would think that a facility run by a billionaire who literally makes his money on high-tech machines, wouldn't have to ask for those kinds of things," Bucky groaned, grabbing his own phone and going through emails. "Let me check to see if the email went through. He wasn't in office when I went to tell him."

As he was sorting through the hundreds of emails sent back and forth just this week alone, he found the reply message.

"Yeah, management confirmed it. They should be in by Saturday it looks like. Guess Stark was still working out the kinks to a new one and was waiting to send one our way until the last one died to get more time on his newest model."

Steve nodded before walking to the kitchen and typing Bucky's response to the other crew members.

"The man is always finding new ways to upgrade them before he can even send them to us."

Just as Bucky was about to throw his phone to the side again though, it started ringing. Looking at the caller ID, he didn't recognize the unknown number. It was from in-state but in his hometown area of Brooklyn. He pinched his eyebrows together confused at the call, but answered it anyway, thinking it must be someone from home.

"Hello?"

"Hello. Is this Mr. Barnes?" The other voice answered.

"Yes, this is him. Who's this?" he asked, sitting up a little and putting the beer on the end table.

"My name is Matthew Murdock. I work at Nelson and Murdock Law firm," he went on. Bucky shook his head not knowing what that was supposed to mean. "Well, you may actually know us previously as Hammer Attorney. We recently just took over their business after some fraud issues."

Bucky's heart stopped. He knew what that name meant.

"I hate to inform you, but we were going through some of their old files. Ones we were informed could be incomplete or done completely incorrectly due to little care in the actual cases, but more so in taking the money."

"Incomplete cases?" Bucky said softly. His brain was still trying to wrap around the conversation.

"Yes, unfortunately, it looks like a lot of cases having to deal with divorces that the past owners handled, were done strictly in order to launder money. They weren't actually certified, nor trained in handling divorce settlements."

Bucky froze. Eyes wide. Mouth agape.

He stuttered out a response when the man on the other line didn't continue.

"A-And talking about incomplete divorce settlements, you called because..." Bucky knew. He needed to hear it out loud because if he didn't, it wasn't true. It couldn't be.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Barnes, but it looks as though you and your wife, Y/N Y/L/N or sorry, Y/N Barnes, are actually not divorced."

(I will release the first chapter at the beginning of next week! That way I can give myself some time to write more chapters before sharing it!)

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[blxetsi]

Imagine pampering Reiner. I would love to kiss him silly 🙈 is it obvious he’s my favorite character?

id like to kiss him silly too 🤩🤚 tysm for the request !!!

pampering reiner after a long day (modern au)

warnings: taking care of ur man 😁👍 uhh construction worker!reiner (of age, obv), gn!reader, face care n shit idk, cute names like baby and love, mentions of sexual harrasment/assault in a workplace.

living in the city had it ups and downs. well, so did everything in life, but you never really thought about that until you moved into the city. you and reiner both came from a small town, and then went to the same college in a bigger town, before you two decided to move to the big city together. downs happened more often than ups, but anything was an up if you were with reiner. rent was expensive, especially for the shoebox of an apartment you two live in, but youve both made it into your home, a cozy little sanctuary away from the rest of this chaotic world. another down was that the city never sleeps, someone, somewhere was always working, and you too found yourself taking nightshifts at the diner you worked at. it was minimum wage, and middle aged men and women would come in and flirt (more like harass), but your coworkers were nice, and if you made sure to dress up a bit you'd get a fat tip.

you and reiner originally thought that you'd get well paying jobs as soon as you moved into the city, which was a lie. considering the time, effort, and money you both put into getting your degrees, you thought you were more than qualified for certain jobs, but you werent, and that sucked, and now your boyfriend over works himself physically building houses while you let freaks make weirdly sexual comments about you so you can earn more money. it sucks on both ends, but you know that you'd do anything to be with reiner, so you could take a couple of gropes and sleazy jokes.

today you had gotten off work early, your boss closing the store because of a family emergency. you felt bad for the man, he was nice, and offered to switch you to dish duty when he'd seen older people be weird with you, you'd declined knowing that you wouldn't earn as much in the back. he was a family man, and generous, and cared about others, which was a nice change from other employers in the past. you were surprised reiner wasn't home yet, because today was friday, and he usually got off fridays around six, but now it was almost nine, and you were starting to get a bit worried.

just as you started gnawing on your lip, your phone vibrated beside you. grabbing it you saw it was reiner calling you, and quickly paused your episode of shameless to answer. "rei, where are you ?"

"just got off work baby." he sighed.

he sounded exhausted, and you could hear cars honking so you knew he was outside.

"do you need me to come get you ?"

"no, its okay. jack's giving me a ride home."

you let out a breath, at least he didn't have to wait for the bus, getting a ride meant he'd be home faster. "okay my love. you want me to run you a bath for when you come home ?" you knew how sore reiner got from working, and being out in the sun all day. with the weather becoming warmer it would become harder on him, and he'd always forget to wear sunscreen which meant he'd burn.

he let out a soft moan. "that sounds great baby, thank you so much."

you heard talking from his end, assuming it was jack. you tried to keep listening but reiner's voice cut in again. "only ten more minutes and im back to you."

you smiled, getting excited that he'd be here so soon. "okay lovey, i'll get that bath started. i love you."

you could hear his smile on the other end. "i love you too baby, thank you so much."

you quickly said your goodbyes before hanging up, cutting him off. you felt a bit bad but quickly brushed it off as you walked to your bathroom. you got everything together, moving from the bathroom to your bedroom and back again. you set out a clean towel, a pair of sweats and a white tank top for him, as well as a hoodie if he was cold. you filled up the tub, making sure it was hot, before adding a cup of epsom salt and stirring it around with your hand. you got up again, going to the kitchen area of your little home and filling up a cup with a jug of cold water from the fridge. you brought it back to the small bathroom, sitting it on the tank cover of the toilet. he needed to be hydrated.

you were changing the sheets of your shared bed when you heard the from door open, close, then lock. reiner dropped his backpack and toed off his shoes. he hung up his jacket before slowly walking around the apartment, cracking his neck and stretching his arms above his head. "baby ? where are you ?"

"in here rei, just changing the sheets." you called out. you could hear his heavy footsteps make his way down the hall towards you.

he thought you looked beautiful. dressed in just a tee shirt (his tee shirt) and plaid pyjama pants, the lights from the city reflecting all around the room and on your body, a small lamp which casted a soft warm glow around the room, made your eyes shine.

"you don't have to change the sheets baby." he whispered, making his way over to you. he helped you put the comforter over the bed. a simple grey colour, which matched the baby pink sheets and pillow cases.

"i wanted to. you always feel good sleeping in new sheets." you answered, making your way around the bed to him. you wrapped your arms around his torso while he wrapped his around your shoulders, pulling you close and kissing your head. he sighed, and just held you while you rubbed his back.

"your bath is ready, and i left you clothes for you there too." you whispered. he hummed in response before squeezing you tighter.

"i missed you so much." his words were soft, but held a lot of weight, and your heart hurt because you knew he was working himself to the bone.

"it's okay baby, i'm here now."

he nodded before kissing your head again. he smelt your hair, sighing before pulling back to look at your face. "did you shower ?"

"when i got home, yeah."

"okay. i won't be long then."

you shook your head, moving your arms so you could hold his face in your hands. "no rei, take all the time you need. i'll wait for you." you knew that reiner was too tired to fight you on that, so he simply nodded, giving you a soft kiss before stripping down to his underwear and leaving the room.

you put his clothes in the hamper, putting his wallet on his bedside table and plugging his phone in to charge. then you opened up the window so the cool breeze could come in, you knew reiner liked the room to be a bit cooler at night.

slowly you made your way to the bathroom, peaking in to see him in the bath, the water up to his neck as he was almost fully submerged. his eyes were closed and his breathing was slow, you could see his tan lines from working. his muscles that bulged even when relaxed and the crinkles in his eyes from smiling so much, even when he was so young. his stuble which was just a bit darker than his sandy blond hair, and his calloused hands from his labour, wrapped around his torso in a hug. those hands that held you, that protected you, that tickled you, that loved you. you never got to admire reiner often, usually because he'd notice early on and tell you to stop, he'd get all flustered and his face would turn red, getting all blushy that his lover wanted to look at how beautiful he was. and he was, reiner was gorgeous, and its a blessing to call him yours.

his voice was raspy from not speaking for so long. "baby, stop looking at me like that." you could see the apples of his cheeks turn pink while his lips quirked up into a small.

"i can't help it, you're just so pretty." you replied, walking into the small bathroom and closing the door behind you. it took less than two steps to get towards him, and you crouched down beside the tub to look at him closer.

he slowly opened his eyes, like he was in a daze, before peeling an arm away from his body and holding it out for you to take. you grabbed his hand with both of yours, rubbing his palm and fingers while you softly kissed his knuckles. you two never looked away as you did so, relishing in the soft moment together.

he closed his eyes again, and sighed while moving deeper into the tub, making the water go from his neck to his chin, and his long legs stick out of the water at the knees. "you know that face mask you have baby ? the one that peels off and makes your face smooth ?" he asked, his voice echoing throughout the room.

"yeah," you mumbled against his hand. "you wanna use it ? want me to put it on for you ?"

he nodded. you slowly put his hand back into the water before crawling to the cabinet under the sink, reaching for your peel off face mask, you turned around and went back to your love, shifting as close as you could ger before the toilet got in the way, before opening the tube and squeezing some onto your hand. the clear gel felt cool on your finger tips, and you rubbed it along both pointer and middle finger on your two hands, before leaning over the side of the tub and rubbing some on his face. you made sure to keep it away from his facial hair and his eyebrows. after rubbing it in you rinsed your hands off in the bathwater, before moving them to hold reiner's hand again. "if you cant peel some if it off after its dry just rinse with warm water, okay ?" reiner nodded before squeezing your hand. "thank you baby."

you two sat in silence for a couple of minutes, just listening to each others breathing and the slight swish of the water. "i'm gonna make some tea, would you like any ?" you asked.

reiner shook his head. "i'll just steal a sip of yours."

you chuckled before kissing the back of his hand, a smile on your face. "okay my love, i'll wait for you in the bedroom."

he leaned over quickly, grabbing your face with his free hand and giving you a soft kiss, over and over again. his lips were a bit chapped, which caused your own to tickle, but to him it felt great. this was so domestic, so simple, it made him feel safe, it made reiner forget all about his horrible day. all he could think about was you, all he could feel was you.

because of your kiss some of the product from his face mask had transferred onto yours, causing him to giggle before wiping it away with his pruny hand. "i love you so much baby. i'm so happy to be with you." he whispered, his face millimetres from your own.

"thank you rei, i love you too." you responded. you loved him so much, you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. and you're sure you will.

you pecked his lips before kissing his hand one more time, then you got up and left the bathroom, reiner's eyes on you as you went.

you went about tidying up the living room, putting away reiner's dinner on the table (if he didn't scarf it down when he came in, you knew he wouldn't touch it until tomorrow) turning off the tv and folding up the blanket you were snuggled up with on the couch almost an hour ago.

you quickly boiled your water for your tea, getting out your favourite mug and putting the tea bag in. then you went into your bedroom, where you moved through the open window to sit on the fire escape. the breeze of the night brought with it a chill, and you wished you'd brought that blanket with you. the lights and the cars moving down brought comfort to you. after living here for over a year, the noise became berable to you, just second nature.

you could hear faint shuffling inside the bedroom, before reiner's head popped out of the window. "i was looking everywhere for you."

you gave him a sheepish smile. "sorry my love, would you like to join me ?" he nodded and crawled out of the window too, which was a bit hard considering his long limbs. he sat down beside you, his skin looking soft and smooth, his hair wet and all dressed in his hoodie and sweats.

the two of you huddled together, watching people walk by and cars drive around, looking into the windows of other apartments and stores, seeing if you could see the people inside doing weird things. you two passed the mug of tea between each other, before all that was left was the wet tea bag at the bottom of the cup. reiner reached up and set it on the window sill, before pulling you into his side by your shoulders.

"do your muscles hurt still ?" you asked.

reiner shook his head before replying. "not anymore, thank you again for the bath."

you giggled, turning your head to look up at him, he looked down at your own head, resting on his shoulder, and matched the smile that painted your lips. "you don't have to thank me so much silly, i love taking care of you."

he rubbed his nose against your own. "i love taking care of you too. which is why i was thinking of looking for a new job."

your eyes opened again and he watched your reaction closely. "that tech company near downtown, they're looking for a new software developer. i've already set up an interview, i just didn't know when to tell you." he whispered.

your eyes lit up as you smiled again, leaning up and smacking kisses all over his face. he let out a loud laugh before cupping your face with his hand, guiding your head away from his own so he could speak, but you started talking before that could happen. "i'm so happy for you. i hate seeing you come home so tired and in pain."

he nodded. "and i hate seeing you come home with a new story of some creep making moves on the love of my life." he replied, giving you a soft kiss.

you two sat in silence again. reiner felt happy that you weren't upset about his idea for a new job, he had a degree, and a great mind, and he somehow knew he'd get this job.

"y'know," you started. "that new art museum that opened near the science centre, they're hiring too. said on their website they're looking for tour guides."

reiner pulled you closer to him, if that was even possible. "baby you'd be great at that. you know so many art things."

"'art things?'" you laughed. "yeah, maybe i'll call and see if i could get an interview."

reiner nodded. "that sounds great baby. but tomorrow, your tea made me so sleepy and now i just wanna sleep." you shook your head with a chuckle before pecking him on the lips again.

you two made your way inside, closed the window, and got ready for bed. while you put the mug back into the kitchen sink, reiner took off his hoodie and unfolded the comforter from the bed, ready to get under. when you came back inside you shut off the lamp and got in beside him, where reiner immediately pulled you into his chest.

your head rested on his bare pec, and you could hear his heart thumping. he was calm, content, and happy with you in his arms. and you two went to bed that night with dreams about your future together.

not me going overboard with that one 😁👍 anyways love u all stay safe requests r open 😍🙏

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[hollywoodbabylondean]

@transnaturalweek Day 1: Team Free Will

Dean knows he's not the definition of a self-improvement guy. He eats like he's still a 15 year old and drinks like he's 19. His definition of working out will more often than not involve inhaling toxic fumes coming out of a car and God only knows he doesn't want to change his taste in pop culture. But really, he is.

Dean always liked building cars back up from a broken state, or even just improving smaller things about them until they ran perfectly. Maybe it's because that's how he brought Sammy up, from the baby he carried out of his burning home to a real-life adult. one with a college education. Building and buffing until it shone. Really, truth be told, it took him too long to realize he could be something that shone, too.

Dean doesn't remember how he found out it was something he could do, that he could be a man. Probably through porn, or the tabloids he leafed through at every gas station they hit while looking for legit cases or omens. The days before everything was on the internet were way harder to find a case. But when he did, something clicked in him. Clicked in him and sunk its claws into him until it was all he could think about for weeks, during classes, while he cut Sammy's hair.

When John started trusting him to make the fake IDs, Dean made his own, just to test things out. Name, Dean Winchester. Sex, male. It was just for school, anyway, and he spent his whole gym break smoking under the bleachers. But being called Dean during school? Sam even picking up on things and calling him Dean at home when Dad wasn't home? It made things way better, and it was all history from there. Dean Winchester.

And the thing about it that wormed its way into his head was... it was the first time he did something, not for Sammy, but for himself. He liked being Dean. It wasn't for a case. John raised holy hell when he cut off his hair and got a binder and changed up the suits so "he'd be taken more seriously on investigations" but also, he felt that he was secretly relieved. It was too stressful on John to raise a "daughter", he'd said as much before. Hell, he'd been sent off to Bobby's when it was time to give the sex talk. So, letting himself be a man was a quiet rebellion, the only one he could let himself have.

Until his seventeenth birthday.

Dean obviously didn't know how to tell John that it wasn't the thing he had to worry about, Dean loved women, yeah, but he was a guy. Right? Or did he think he was just butch? He didn't cut his hair again for a year or so after that happened. Tried to go back, but it just got to feeling more and more wrong. He's Dean. He's a guy, with poorly chopped hair because Sammy wasn't as good with the clippers as Dean was with the scissors.

When he got Baby, it was an unspoken blessing on his 18th birthday. He'd still go on hunts, but he and Sam could do their own hunts on their own time. And, with the help of Bobby and a few doctors in the know who gave them their dead man's blood stock and first aid kits, he got testosterone, too. And his voice dropped. His jaw sharpened. and it felt like every day was a new ding fixed out in the body of a car, a new fluid change, a tire rotation, rebuilding until he shone. That was him. Dean. The man he made for himself no matter what anybody else said.

That's what he thought, until he found out about the prophecy. The righteous man, the Michael Sword. The fact that he'd built himself to somebody else's specifications. It made him rage against the world, because maybe who he was, wasn't who he wanted to be all along.

#transnaturalweek #transnatural #dean winchester

[vannahfanfics]

Of Idiosyncrasies and Dinosaur Plushies

Word Count: 5060

Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Romance, Misunderstandings, College AU, Canon Divergent, Soulmate AU, Soulmate Marks

Summary: Kei Tsukishima is going off to college. What he thinks will be a no-nonsense arrangement with a roommate turns out to be his worst nightmare. Tobio Kageyama is the most insufferable jerk he's ever met! And worse? He's his soulmate!

Kei looked down at the campus map, then back up at the building in front of him. Yup. This is it. He folded up the map and tucked it in his back pocket, then used his ID card to swipe in. A suitcase and a duffel bag were all he carried with him, much contrary to the students unloading their entire house and home on the curb—most of them impressive videogame and computer set-ups since it was an all-male dormitory. Honestly, Kei wondered how they would fit it all in the tiny college dormitory rooms. 

Fellow freshmen idled in the lobby, most of them in the arms of their sobbing parents. Kei had bid his parents farewell at the parking garage nearby; he wasn’t the first child to head off to college, so the emotional brunt was dampened. Thank goodness. Kei didn’t know if he could suffer the humiliation of his mother hugging him while sobbing, “My baby, my baby!” 

Scrunching his face at all the tears and whines, Kei walked right up to the resident assistant’s desk to check himself in. 

“Welcome! You’re in room 214. Your roommate has already arrived!” the resident assistant greeted him pleasantly. Kei just nodded politely in response, but when he turned around, he let his frown show. Kei hadn’t bothered with the dumb online group chat to find a roommate; he really wasn’t going to college to make friends, but to get his education and move on with his life. However, perhaps he should have attempted to find someone halfway decent. Though this was the Honors dormitory, he still could be stuck with some bum. 

Well, if that’s the case, he’ll probably drop out before the end of the semester, Kei smirked, adjusting the strap of his duffel bag on his shoulder before proceeding down the hallway. He paused at the elevator, saw two older guys attempting to finagle a massive flat-screen television into the small space, and then turned around to open the door to the stairs. There was no way he was about to get in the middle of that.

He walked up the stairs to the second floor. When he stepped into the hall, he was greeted with a mess of open doors and furniture crowding the small space. Grimacing, he maneuvered his way through the labyrinth of suitcases and boxes and random items down to his room. The door was slightly ajar; on its surface, someone—presumably the resident assistant for the floor—had taped a pair of construction paper cutouts in the shape of dogs reading “TSUKISHIMA KEI” and “KAGEYAMA TOBIO.” 

Kei used his toe to nudge open the door, not quite sure what to expect. 

A black-haired young man, presumably Kei’s new roommate Tobio, looked up from where he was sitting at his desk. Kei wasn’t sure how long he had been there; it could have been all of half an hour, as the boy had nearly nothing in the dorm. His bedsheets and comforter, his laptop and printer, a desk lamp, an alarm clock—there were hardly any personal effects, not even a band poster taped to the wall. Kei was a minimalist himself, but not to that extreme. He was at least going to put up the nice tapestry of a mountain landscape that his mother had insisted on getting him to “brighten up the room.” 

“Hello,” Kei greeted while he opened up the door all the way. “My name is Kei Tsukishima. I’m your roommate.” 

“Indeed. I’m Tobio Kageyama.” He looked back to his computer screen, the light from it reflecting in his dark eyes. “I hope that you don’t mind that I’ve taken this side of the room,” he added after a second. The placidness in his expression told Kei that Tobio could care less if Kei had any preference for the side of the room he was on, and if he voiced such an opinion, he wasn’t going to budge for Kei, either. 

Ugh. What an asshole, Kei thought with a sniff. As he walked to the other side of the room and set his duffel bag down on the cheap mattress, he banished the thought from his mind. Don’t be negative, as Akiteru always says, he told himself, closing his eyes to try and summon up some positive energy. He had never been particularly overflowing with it, so he often had to take these measures to keep himself sane. He snuck a glance over his shoulder at Tobio, who was silent as he typed away on his laptop. 

It will be fine. Even if he’s kind of a dick, surely he can’t be so bad that I won’t be able to live with it. 

It took less than twenty-four hours for Kei to eat those words. 

Classes didn’t begin for another few days so the students were left to their own devices for the weekend. It had been several months since Kei last toured that campus, so he had woken up early with the goal of locating all the buildings in which he would be having classes. Kei did not want to be like many of the other freshmen, scrambling around with too little knowledge and too much caffeine to be able to find their classrooms. By habit, he showered in the mornings—he had terrible bedhead otherwise—and was now doing so in the bathroom he and Tobio shared. 

Kei never thought too much about things, but as the warm water cascaded over his body, he did appreciate how his muscles seemed to unwind. Starting a new chapter in life was stressful, even for someone as practical as Kei; perhaps he had been internalizing it, leading to the tension he was feeling. He took a little longer that morning, just standing under the water to let the heat slowly loosen up his body. Just as he was beginning to feel like he had relaxed and was getting ready to step out, he heard the very obvious sound of the bathroom door opening. 

What… the… hell…?

Kei could only stand there in a shocked stupor under water that was now beginning to grow cold, as he heard someone shuffling across the bathroom floor toward the toilet. He cringed when he heard a poorly-muffled yawn. There was no denying it—someone was in the bathroom with him. Tobio—it had to be Tobio, who else could it be? Kei’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head when he heard the clink of the toilet seat going up. 

“What the fuck, dude?!” Kei barked, rage immediately taking over him. He jerked the shower curtain aside to glare daggers at Tobio, his poor vision making his image fuzzy. He could still see Tobio roll his head to give him a disinterested look, his fingers hooked into the waistband of his blue-and-black plaid pajama pants. “I’m taking a shower!” 

“And I’m taking a piss,” Tobio answered matter-of-factly. If Kei was a cat, then his hackles would most definitely be raised and bristling. 

“Why are you taking a piss when I’m taking a shower?!” 

“Because I had to take a piss, duh,” Tobio shrugged. “What’s the big deal? Just go back to your shower.” When Tobio turned to go about his business, Kei’s mouth fell open in utter shock. Did he seriously not see the problem with this?! Tobio’s shoulders slowly tensed, sensing that Kei was looking at him in incredulity. He turned to look back at him, expression sour. “Do you mind?” 

“Do you mind?!” Kei shot back, words dripping with pure venom. “You can’t just waltz in here while I’m taking a shower! Were you raised by goddamn apes?” 

“What? Is your masculinity so fragile that you can’t stand another man having his dick out in the room in front of you?” Tobio shot back, and steam practically exploded from Kei’s ears. He almost stomped of that shower to beat the shit out of Tobio, stark naked and dripping wet body irrelevant. But he stopped himself, squeezing his eyes shut to try and ground himself. 

Positive energy, positive energy… Can’t start a fight and get kicked out before college has even started… he convinced himself. With his eyes still shut, he yanked the shower curtain back. 

“Fine! But next time, you’ll have to piss in a cup, because I’m locking the door!” he snapped. Tobio let out a grumpy sigh of relief. Kei dunked his head under the stream of water, hoping that the pounding against his head would drown out the unpleasant tinkling now coming from the toilet. As he stared down at himself, he found himself fixating on the small, bird-shaped discolored mark at the base of his abdomen, right above the flexure of his hip. Was it the stinging cold of the water, or had it begun to burn a little? 

Disquieted, he rubbed at it, trying to soothe the small ache building up in his soulmate mark. It had never reacted before. According to what people said, it meant that the day of him realizing who his soulmate drew near… 

Just the cherry on top of the shit sundae, he thought with a groan and pressed his forehead against the white tile of the shower wall. First a shitty roommate, and now, trying to deal with a soulmate? 

College was kind of turning out to be a big fat fucking drag. 

Kei made it a point to not look at Tobio as he stalked out of the room. But he couldn’t help but glance at him out of the corners of his eyes. Was it his imagination, or was Tobio hiding a smirk and a blush behind his hand as he scrolled mindlessly through his phone? 

~~~

The next week or so passed uneventfully. Tobio kept largely to himself; if he wasn’t hunched over his desk typing on his laptop or highlighting the pages of his textbooks, he was out of the dorm—the gym, he’d figured out after several days of Tobio coming home in workout gear and drenched in sweat. Apparently he played volleyball with a bunch of guys from the college. Any time they happened to coexist in the same space, Tobio would say hardly a word to him; he would just occasionally flick his gaze to Kei, narrow his eyes, and then hurriedly go back to what he was doing. At first, Kei didn’t know what to make of it, but after a while, he just figured that Tobio had the social skills of a child’s kitchen playset. 

Honestly, Kei was grateful for it. It wasn’t like their initial interactions were exactly friendly, and honestly, Kei wasn’t here to make friends. 

And making friends with Tobio Kageyama was the last thing on Kei’s mind when he came home from his anthropology class to find him standing in the middle of the room with Kei’s stuffed dinosaur plushie in his hands. 

“Hey! What are you doing touching my stuff?” Kei demanded. He didn’t care about the rest of the people in the dorm; he slammed the door shut behind him, very intent on making his displeasure with the situation very clear to Tobio. Tobio’s expression had been pensive as he was studying the plush, turning it over in his hands, but when his head snapped up to look at Kei, it was owlish. It was just for a flicker of a second, though, before it was replaced by a sardonic sneer. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t think you were super protective over it like some ten-year-old girl.” 

Kei’s cheeks flooded red with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. He wasn’t protective over it! It was just—it was a gift his mother had bought him when he was just a kid, something to foster his love of dinosaurs. Kei had kept it his entire life, a reminder to keep pushing forward and pursue his dream to become a paleontologist. So he really didn’t like the fact that Tobio had his crummy hands all over it, and he especially didn’t like that Tobio was berating him for having it. 

“Give it back,” Kei growled and stuck out his hand. Honestly, he expected Tobio to resist. However, Tobio just gave him a blank stare and slowly held out the plush. Kei snatched it out of his hand and held it protectively to his chest, staring intently at his roommate. His cheeks were still burning, but now it was overshadowed by the cool swirl of confusion whirling inside of him. Was Tobio lightening up? Did he realize how upset Kei was and didn’t want to prod him further? Did he actually feel guilty for hurting Kei’s feelings? 

“... I was just curious,” Tobio muttered while slowly rolling his eyes to gaze at the lower-right corner of the floor. Was Kei imagining it, or was a faint haze of pink also rising to Tobio’s cheeks? “I’d seen it on your bed… I figured it must be special to you, so I wanted to get a closer look.” 

“If you thought it was special to me, then you should have known better than to touch it!” Kei’s voice didn’t come out with any bite at all. It was the appropriate thing to say, but somehow, Kei lacked the anger he had felt earlier. His mind was too busy processing the fact that Tobio had been curious about him. He’d noticed the stuffed dinosaur toy all this time? What else had he noticed about Kei, observed with a quiet gaze from the background? It made a warm hum start up in Kei’s body, starting in his toes to travel up in a fuzzy sensation up to the crown of his head. 

“Sorry,” Tobio muttered. Damn, Kei hadn’t expected an apology. Tobio awkwardly twisted the hem of his shirt in his hands, coiling it one way before loosening it and twisting it the other way, and continued not to meet Kei’s gaze. “Won’t happen again.” 

All the white-hot rage had melted from Kei’s body. Now he just felt oddly… hollow. Unsure of what to feel, his body was just empty, a strange wind swirling around the empty cavity. He blinked, and then softly said, “Okay. Just… next time, ask if you want to look at it.” 

And then, the strange moment of near-compromise was over. 

“Tch. What makes you think I’d want to look at it again?” Tobio huffed. The sudden change in attitude nearly gave Kei whiplash. And then Tobio was stomping out of the room. Kei could only watch him leave with wide eyes. 

What the hell was that?

~~~

When Tobio came back, it was late. Kei awoke to the creak of the door. It was slow and quiet; Tobio was actually trying to be courteous enough not to wake him. Kei was cocooned in his bed, bathed in the hazy half-twilight of sleep as he listened to the muggy sounds of Tobio shuffling around their shared dorm room. The slight knocks and bumps, though probably unintended, were enough to pull Kei into full consciousness.

Kei had been perturbed with the manner in which Tobio had left, and so that’s why he cracked an eye open to peer at him. 

The moonlight streamed through the window, spearing through the slats of the blinds and the navy blue curtains to splay in straight lines over the wood linoleum floor. As Tobio walked across the floor, it bent the lines of light, tiger-striping him in black and white. The moonlight illuminated the pale skin of his bare back as he squatted down by his dresser, roving around for a pair of pajama pants. But Kei wasn’t appreciating the toned muscles adorning his bodies, chiseled from years of volleyball. 

No, Kei was captivated by the small, bird-shaped mark decorating the backside of Tobio’s hip. Even in the gloom, even with his shitty vision, he could see it clearly. There was no mistake—it was the exact same mark that Kei bore on his front.

Kei couldn’t help the breath he sucked in. Tobio immediately froze. Kei only just managed to shut his eye before Tobio’s head whipped around to look at him. Kei steadied his breathing, suppressing the shocked pants of adrenaline rush that his lungs were desperately trying to take. The seconds stretched into years, counted by the slow whipping of the ceiling fan above their heads. 

“... Kei?” Tobio breathed. Kei bit back a groan; maybe it was just the way his name sounded on his husky, exhaustion-heavy tongue or the way his soulmate mark was beginning to pulse, but he felt ignited. His nerves sang under his skin. It made the blankets feel uncomfortably hot against his flesh, but he didn’t dare throw them off to feel the kiss of the cool air to soothe it. His mind was swimming, and he didn’t know what he would do or say if Tobio realized he was awake and asked him if something was the matter. 

There was very much something the matter! Tobio Kageyama, Kei’s insufferable roommate, was also his soulmate! What the fuck had Kei done to deserve such a sore lot in life? 

Yet… There was the look on Tobio’s face, the one he’d worn as he’d studied Kei’s stuffed dinosaur plush. It wasn’t mocking or deriding… The only word that came to Kei’s mind as he replayed it in his mind now was tender. 

When Kei finally heard Tobio move again, he chanced opening his eye once more. Tobio released a quiet sigh as he stood up and pulled his pajama pants up his leg. The movements of his hip muscles seemed to make the bird mark flap its wings, like a fledgling preparing to take flight. And that’s what Kei’s heart felt like—a bird frantically flapping its little downy wings, desperate to take its first flight into love. 

~~~

Kei didn’t say anything the next morning, or the several mornings after for several weeks. What could he say? It wasn’t like he could stroll right on up to Tobio and announce, “Hey, I’m your soulmate! You wanna kiss now or something?” Kei himself still hadn’t exactly processed the fact. Unfortunately, there was no mistaking it—he was positive that their marks were identical. He just had to… think about this. 

Kei had always been a patient person. And so he watched and waited and studied Tobio Kageyama scrupulously.

Tobio Kageyama, he discovered, was a man of rituals. He always awoke at 7 a.m. on the dot—much earlier than Kei, the one kerfluffle aside. He’d slip out of bed with nary a groan or a yawn and head right to the mini-fridge to drink milk straight from the carton (he’d been rather protective of it when Kei had tried to make cereal with it the other day, and now he knew why). After that, he’d shamble off into the bathroom to brush his hair and teeth. Unlike Kei, Tobio’s hair remained in immaculate condition no matter how roughly he slept; it always remained pin-straight and shiny, gleaming like threads of obsidian as the dawn sunlight streaming in from the blinds caught on the strands. 

Tobio woke up so early so he could go for a run, and he’d always wear the same beat-up black-and-white tennis shoes, no matter if his outfit matched or not. He’d be gone for an hour, and then he’d come back sweaty and ruddy-faced, usually just as Kei was dragging himself out of bed after an hour of turning off alarms and catching five-minute naps. Every time Kei shut off his final alarm and sat up, he would be greeted by the bleary image of Tobio standing next to the open refrigerator downing a bottle of water. 

Tobio didn’t go to classes unless they required attendance. He’d heard him on the phone one day with one of his volleyball buddies, who’d joked that he was a bad student. “I learn much better just reading the slides they give us,” Tobio had snorted disdainfully. “I’m not gonna drag my ass to class just to have them read it for me!” So he’d be at his laptop when Kei left in the morning, and he’d still be there when Kei came back in the afternoon, the only sign that he’d moved being some empty energy drink cans and some protein bar wrappers in the trash bin. 

Tobio never worked past 5 p.m., when Kei would lay out all his materials to begin studying. Supposedly he “did a high quantity of work in a short amount of time,” or at least, that’s what he’d told his chiding friend. It must be true, based on the A+ Kei had spotted in red ink on an examination Tobio had left on his desk. Oftentimes, when Kei shuffled in a little late after class had gone long, he’d walk right in on Tobio changing out of his leisure wear into some fresh exercise clothes. 

And he would pretend not to notice the bird-shaped soulmate mark on his back, even though it was literally taunting him with its presence. 

Tobio spent the evenings playing volleyball at the gym, while Kei would wile away the hours absorbing the day’s information. It was the one solace he had from his predicament; he could get lost in history and anthropology and sociology, sprawled out on his bed with his dinosaur plush tucked into the crook of his elbow. It was an old study habit of his, telling the plush interesting bits of information; somehow, it made him remember it more, even if it was downright silly. He was grateful Tobio wasn’t around for that. He couldn’t imagine the guy’s look on his face if he caught him talking to a stuffed animal…

After a few hours, Tobio would return and go straight to the shower. Kei figured Tobio would be a quick shower kind of guy, not one to waste time away under the hot water. But in fact, it was the opposite. He took his time, and on rare occasions, Kei would even catch the low timbre of Tobio singing to himself harmonizing with the rhythmic pounding of the water. It was never loud enough to tell what he was singing, but just loud enough for his smooth voice to make the soulmate mark on Kei’s back burn like a brand. 

And then he’d walk out, hair dripping into the towel slung around his shoulders and nothing but a pair of boxers on his frame. Perhaps it was the history of sports, but he didn’t seem embarrassed to strut around half-naked in front of Kei. Sometimes it almost felt like he was doing it on purpose, for he’d mill around the dorm doing random things before bothering to get into his pajamas. And no matter how hard Kei tried, his eyes would be drawn to that bird-shaped mark anytime it presented itself in his field of vision. 

And through it all, Tobio would barely talk to Kei, only when it was necessary or when he felt like being particularly polite. But what Kei had interpreted at first to be indifference was being revealed as shyness; though his lips never moved, Tobio’s gaze followed Kei around like it was pulled by a magnet. Any time they were in the same space, Kei could feel that prickle at the back of his neck that indicated that Tobio was staring at him. 

Had he figured out they were soulmates too? Ever since he’d discovered it, Kei had been extra careful to keep his soulmate mark concealed, but there were no guarantees. Even if that wasn’t it, was it Tobio’s supposed curiosity? How had Kei evolved under his watchful gaze, just as Tobio had evolved under Kei’s? 

Yeah, Kei no longer thought his roommate was a dick. Somehow, Kei had been roomed with the one person on Earth who had social skills that were worse than his, and dismally so. In fact, Kei could almost call himself… charmed by Tobio’s idiosyncrasies. 

And so that’s why, weeks after first viewing the mark, he finally decided that it was time to confront Tobio. 

“Hey, Tobio.” 

Tobio glanced up from where he was lacing up his tennis shoes. It was the early evening, and as usual, he was preparing to head to the university’s gym to play volleyball with his friends. As Kei stood over him, arms crossed and a nervous blushing crawling up from his neck, Tobio fell back onto his rump and propped his elbows on his knees. To the casual observer, Tobio’s expression would be blank. But Kei could see the tiny glimmer in the eyes, the faint haze of pink starting up in his cheeks, the tiny upward turns at the corners of his lips. 

The positive affirmation was all Kei needed to move forward, rather than quail when Tobio casually asked, “What’s up?” 

“I’ve been… thinking.” The idiocy of the statement made Kei’s ears burn with embarrassment. What a way to start off. He averted his gaze, uncrossing his arms only to clasp them behind his back. “You, uh… wanted to know about my dinosaur.” 

Tobio’s eyebrows shot up his forehead, and Kei couldn’t blame him for his surprise. After all, what kind of guy brought up an event weeks after it happened? Still, he remained adamant in his cause. He cleared his throat, and then shyly grumbled, “My, uh… My mother got it for me when I was a kid. ‘Cuz I want to study paleontology.” 

“Oh.” Tobio’s tone wasn’t berating or sneering. It was soft, contemplative, like he’d just been entrusted with a great secret and was letting it settle in his mind. Kei took it as a sign that Tobio was at least interested in hearing him out, and so he walked to the bed to pick up the plush. He turned it over in his hands as he walked back to stand in front of Tobio, who waited patiently at his spot on the floor. 

“I, um… You wanted a closer look?” Without waiting for an answer, he held out the plush to him. Tobio gawked at it for a moment. It looked like he couldn’t believe the thing was in front of him, like if he reached out to touch it, his hand would phase right through. And his reach was hesitant to that end, slowly reaching up to gently grasp the stuffed animal by its elongated neck. He brought it to himself to cradle it like it was a delicate little thing, careful and deliberate in his movements while he turned it every which way to study it. 

Tobio was still gazing at it when he murmured, “So… I guess you forgive me for touching it without asking?” 

“And then making fun of me,” Kei quipped. He was being nice, but he wasn’t going to be that nice.

Tobio flushed at his comment, and his grip tightened on the plush. 

“I… Sorry. I didn’t mean to make fun of you,” he mumbled. Kei was about to ask how one could possibly say stuff like that and not mean to make fun of someone, but Tobio kept talking. As he pushed a hand into his hair and scowled, he said, “I just… say things sometimes, the complete opposite of what I mean. I don’t know why I do it. It just happens, and I always end up in shit for it. My friends are used to it by now, but you… you…” he trailed off, looking miserably down at the plush. “You make it where I can’t think straight.” 

It was Kei’s turn to raise his eyebrows. He tried to ignore the rising heat in his cheeks, but it just made the feeling of his tongue going dry all the more noticeable. He rolled it around in his mouth and then flicked it out to wet his lips a few times, but when he’d accomplished that, he still didn’t know what to say. So he decided to say the thing that made him start this conversation in the first place. 

“You’re my soulmate.” 

Tobio’s head snapped up, his eyes as big as dinner plates. He opened his mouth, then shut it, then opened it again to stammer, “You knew?” 

“You knew?!” Kei shot back. 

“Of course I knew! My soulmate mark started to burn as soon as you walked in!” Tobio cried. He hopped to his feet, apparently not noticing that he was reflexively hugging the plush to his chest. “I had to be sure, so that’s why… the whole thing with the bathroom…” He looked down at his shoes, his entire face slowly growing red. “I, uh, wanted to see if I could see your mark…” 

“Seriously?!” Kei wanted to smack himself from second-hand embarrassment. Of all the stupid stunts! But also, it was kind of mortifying that he hadn’t realized it sooner, considering his own mark had started burning amidst that debacle. “Tobio, you—there were a hundred better ways to do that!” 

“I told ya already!” he growled. “I can’t think straight when I’m around you! It’s like my mind’s in a storm! I wanna say a million things, but anytime I look at you, it’s like a can’t talk!”

A silence fell between them, the weight of the unspoken realization crushing in the air. Tobio curled into himself, cheeks burning red and a little pout on his lips. It seemed that he finally realized he was clutching onto the plush for dear life; still refusing to meet Kei’s gaze, he slowly held it out to him. Kei looked at it, then heaved a sigh. 

Instead of taking it, he put his hands over Tobio’s. When Tobio peered through his bangs at him, eyes watery and uncertain, Kei gave him a wan smile. 

“Why don’t we… start this over. My name’s Kei Tsukishima. I’m your roommate, and your soulmate, apparently.” 

Tobio snorted in laughter. It was kind of ridiculous, all things considered. But a smile was rising to his face, spreading as he tossed his bangs back and lifted his head to smile softly at him. 

“Tobio Kageyama. Your roommate… and your soulmate, apparently.” 

They gazed into one another’s eyes, their smiles broadening to stretch their pink cheeks. Maybe college would turn out to be less of a drag than he’d initially thought. After all, it would be rather nice to finally have someone to share the daily humdrum with…

#tsukikage #tsukishima x kageyama #kageyama x tsukishima #kei tsukishima #tsukishima kei #kageyama tobio #tobio kageyama #haikyuu #haikyuu!!

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Damsels, Chapter Five: Work That Gameboy

By SisterSpooky1013 / Tagging @today-in-fic

Rated E / Read previous chapters here

Mulder arrives at work early, looking longingly at Scully’s car in the parking lot. Approaching it, he peers in the windows looking for…he isn’t sure what. Her car is, as usual, neat as a pin with no indication of where she went or why.

In his restlessness the night before, he’d thought a lot about why it bothers him so much not to know where she is or what she’s doing. If the roles were reversed, he would expect her to wait it out and trust him to take care of himself, but for some reason he’s struggling to do the same for her. He thought at first that it was her tendency to get hurt or need help, but by comparison he needs her help just as often as she needs his, so that doesn’t track. Then he thought maybe it’s that he doesn’t trust Skinner to do what’s in her best interest, but Skinner has shown a tendency to be protective of Scully on numerous occasions (and in fact Mulder strongly suspects his feelings for her go beyond the bounds of strict professionalism), so that isn’t entirely logical either. Skinner may have left him out to dry with the New Spartans, but he doesn’t believe the man would stoop low enough to treat Scully in the same manner.

In the end, he realized that it’s pretty simple; he’s just crazy about her. His protectiveness doesn’t have anything to do with how capable she is, or the situations other people might put her in, or even situations she might put herself in. He misses her, and cares so much about her that not even knowing where she is feels wrong. It feels like a piece of him is missing, and he’s not allowed to know where it is or when he’ll get it back.

After pretending to work for an hour, he sulks up to Skinner’s office and asks for a few minutes of his time. Skinner is immediately irritated, though Mulder doesn’t realize that it’s in response to him and not a preexisting condition. He stands in front of Skinner’s desk, looming over him.

“What do you want, Agent Mulder?” Skinner grumbles, not looking up from the document he’s reading.

“I’d like to know where Agent Scully is, sir.”

Skinner sighs heavily, dropping his head to his chest.

“Get out of my office, Agent Mulder,” he says in a low, menacing tone.

“Sir, I’m not asking to contact her, I would never compromise her case, I just need to at least know where she is. What if something happens and I need to find her?”

Skinner stands, looking Mulder in the eye with an intensity he’s seen on very few occasions, none of them fond memories. “Agent Mulder, Agent Scully explicitly asked me not to tell you where she is, or what she’s doing. Even if she hadn’t, I STILL would not tell you, however I hope that if you don't respect the direct orders of your superior, you might, at the very least, respect Agent Scully’s wishes. Now get the hell out of my office and do not bring this up again, understood?”

Mulder glances down and notices Scully’s keys on the desk near Skinner’s nameplate, her Apollo 11 keychain easily identifiable. He leans forward, putting his hands on the desktop, one covering the keys.

“Sir, if anything happens to her, I’ll-“

“You’ll what, Agent Mulder?” Skinner challenges him, stuffing his hands in his pockets in a show of bravado.

Mulder straightens, palming the keys as he stands, and leaves without another word.

Scully arrives at the club just before 2 pm, wearing shorts and a tank top as Angel had instructed. After stuffing her purse into a locker, she finds Angel and Tibet on the floor, which has returned to its daylight state of clean and quiet. Queenie restocks the bar while Ben fiddles with the sound system.

Tibet is up on the stage while Angel sits at the tip rail, offering pointers on a new dance Tibet is working out. Scully immediately notices that Tibet’s hair is cropped short and worn in its natural curls, and realizes she’d been wearing a wig the night before.

“So I was thinking that I could either take my top off just before or just after the first chorus, tell me which looks better, okay?” Tibet says to Angel as Scully enters and takes a seat beside her.

“Benny! Hit me with the music!” Tibet shouts, and then repeats her performance twice, revealing her breasts at a different point in the song each time. When she’s finished, she sits down on the edge of the stage in front of them and asks for their thoughts, her breasts still uncovered.

“I think the sooner the better,” Angel says. “They come here to see your body, so show it to em!”

Tibet nods. “What do you think, Desi?” She asks, stretching a smooth brown leg out to her side and leaning into it.

Scully suddenly feels entirely out of her league in terms of providing an opinion. “Uh, well, generally speaking I guess I’d say wait. You want to build some suspense, right? Make them work for it?”

Angel looks at her suspiciously out of the corner of her eye. “You don’t fuck on the first date, do you?” She asks with a haughty grin, and Scully’s eyes go big at the question. “I’m just messing with you, let’s get to your training!”

“Alright,” Tibet begins as though she’s done this dozens of times, tugging the straps of her shirt back over her shoulders. “So, have you ever given a lap dance before?” she asks plainly, and Scully’s cheeks flush.

“Well, kind of I guess. In college, though more as a joke than anything else. I would definitely consider myself a beginner.”

“Got it, got it,” Tibet responds. “Well, for the most part dancing is about creating a sense of intimacy. It’s fake, obviously, but the more your customer feels like you actually care about him, want him to look at you, like that he’s appreciating your body, the better you’ll do. Your stage set is just about showing yourself off and getting them curious about you. The real money comes from lap dances and VIP, and the more you can draw attention with a really great stage set, the more customers will want to spend time with you afterward. Angel is a beast on the pole and she can teach you all those tricks, but I consider myself the lap dance expert around here, so I’m gonna teach you that part.” She smiles and jumps down from the stage, pulling a chair away from one of the tables and gesturing for Scully to sit in it.

“Oh,” Scully says, and sits as instructed.

“Sometimes, when you’re on the floor, customers will flag you down or ask for you, and that’s great. But you also have to approach people, because they’ll be too shy to ask. So you might come up and do this.”

Tibet saunters towards Scully with a secretive smile on her lips, stepping so close that her thighs thread between Scully’s knees. Next she leans down, placing her hands on Scully’s shoulders and bringing her mouth to Scully’s ear.

“Would you like a dance, Baby?” she asks in a syrupy voice, and Scully feels a shiver run down her spine. Tibet backs up. “Okay, now you try.”

“You want ME to do that?” Scully clarifies, and while just asking someone if they want a lap dance should be the easiest hurdle to clear, she’s finding that it’s still an uncomfortably high one.

Angel turns her head toward the bar and calls out, “Queenie! We need some liquid courage over here!”

Queenie walks over with a bottle of tequila and three shot glasses, pouring them wordlessly before returning to her task.

Angel holds her glass up, Tibet and Scully following suit. “To new career paths,” Angel says, and Scully smiles thinly, clinking her glass with theirs and throwing back the shot with a grimace.

Three weeks. She’s been gone three weeks, and not a word from Skinner. No update, no information, though he’s stopped by a couple times and asked, drawing increasing amounts of rage from his boss. He’s finished all the paperwork, re-organized the files, cleaned and rearranged the office (only to immediately change it back) and spent hours upon hours imagining where Scully might be right now.

He kept her keys, just in case, but knows she’d be unhappy with him invading her privacy by snooping around her apartment. That’s why he waits three whole weeks before he finally does it. He has a key to her apartment and could have gone there at any point, but her personal keyring also holds the keys for her gun safe and her mailbox, which may prove helpful. After work on a Thursday, he drives by and lets himself in, the warm vanilla smell of her immediately invading his nostrils as he opens the door. He sighs deeply, pulling her into his lungs; it feels like coming home.

First he waters her plants, which are looking half dead, and makes a mental note to use watering them as the reason he came here if asked. Next he opens her gun safe, and is struck to find her service weapon holstered and tucked neatly inside with the safety on. She doesn’t have her gun? What the hell kind of assignment is this? He brings in her mail, which is no help at all, and leaves it stacked on the counter. Next he lays down on her bed, shoving his face into her pillow and breathing the smell of her shampoo for a few minutes before he has the thought to look for her overnight bag.

Scully has a go bag in the trunk of her car for emergencies, but given the opportunity she’ll use her overnight bag and pack for the weather, situation, etc. Opening her closet, he finds it on the floor near her laundry hamper, empty save for a travel size can of hairspray tucked into a side pocket. In her bathroom, he finds all her toiletries accounted for, including her toothbrush. The more he sees, the more confused he is. Even when he’d spent time undercover with dangerous individuals, he’d been allowed to bring his own toothbrush.

Moving to the hallway, he picks up her landline and dials.

“Dana?” Maggie Scully’s voice answers on the second ring.

“No, sorry, Mrs. Scully, it’s Fox Mulder.”

“I saw Dana’s name on the caller ID, is she with you?” Her voice carries worry.

“No, I’m just here at her apartment watering her plants, sorry to confuse you. Have you been in touch with Dana, Mrs. Scully?”

“No, Fox, I haven’t heard from her in weeks. She told me she had an assignment that would take her away for a while and that she’d be unreachable, but I’m a little concerned that she hasn’t contacted me yet.”

Mulder closes his eyes. “I wish I had anything to share, Mrs. Scully, but I’m in somewhat of the same boat. A.D. Skinner isn’t concerned and it does sound like he’s in touch with her, but I was hoping she might have called you.”

“I’m afraid not,” Maggie replies sadly.

“What did she tell you when she left? Did she share any information at all?” he asks hopefully.

“Um, let me think. She said she was going on an assignment and that she’d be out of touch for a few weeks. And she said she’d bring me some Tastykakes when she comes home,” she adds.

“Tastykakes, what are those?” Mulder asks, his investigative senses tingling.

“They’re a treat we always get when we go to Philadelphia; little packaged snack cakes. The kids always loved them.”

“Are they only available in Philadelphia?” he asks, heart pumping.

“I’m not sure, but that’s where we always get them,” Maggie says hopefully.

“Thank you, Mrs. Scully. That’s really helpful. I’ll let you know if I track her down, okay?”

“Thank you, Fox. Take care.”

Setting the phone back on its cradle, he does a little victory dance. It isn’t much, but it’s something. Scully is just a few hours away in the city of brotherly love.

Three weeks. It’s been three weeks of practicing stage sets and lap dances in the afternoon, serving drinks in the evening and well into the middle of the night, and then sleeping until noon. Her arms and legs bear fading bruises from her acclimation to Paul the Pole, the crooks of her elbows and knees sporting slight calluses that help her get a good grip (with an assist from the grip powder Angel has instructed her to use). She’s given Tibet and Angel dozens of lap dances each, the other standing by to coach her on making sure one foot stays on the floor. After three weeks, she found that her barriers were mostly in her head. Once she was able to let go and just move, she’s actually pretty good at it.

That day she arrives in pink cotton shorts and a white tank top, now so used to being scantily clad that it no longer makes her self-conscious, and prepares to do a full dress rehearsal of the routine she worked up with Angel’s help. Queenie and Ricky sit down to observe what is more or less a test of her readiness, and one she intends to pass. Where she would have expected to feel nervous, she’s excited, ever the eager student motivated to impress and exceed expectations. Ben kills the daytime lights to make it look and feel like it would if they were open, and her set begins.

Moving onto the stage, she can barely see her audience with the bright lights trained on her. She quickly gets lost in the movements she rehearsed, feeling graceful as she circles the pole and hitches an arm around it, spinning in a feathery arc. When the point in the dance comes to remove her shirt, she does so as a well practiced step in a strategy, without any feelings of exposure. Soon enough her bra follows suit and she is left with only her tiny pink shorts, nipples hardening as they graze the pole. The undulation of her hips, the pop of her booty out towards the audience, the slip of a hand down the inside of her thigh; they’re each a part of the method. Precisely planned and executed in much the same way as she might dismantle and clean her gun, or prepare a slide for the microscope. It isn’t much different than performing an autopsy, she had reasoned. Except instead of: Y incision, open rib cage, remove organs, examine stomach contents, collect specimens, examine brain, it’s: arch back, grasp breasts, spread legs, thrust pelvis, rub thighs, grind on the pole. She’s always found her strength in taking a clinical, detached approach to difficult tasks, and that turns out to be just as effective on the stage as it is in the lab.

As she finishes, her small audience erupts into applause, standing in ovation as Ben brings the house lights up halfway. Scully smiles shyly, stepping down to join them on the floor as Ricky approaches her and slings an arm around her bare shoulders.

“That was fucking fantastic, Desi. Sexy as fuck. Let me see you do a lap dance now.”

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#the x files #txf #dana scully #fox mulder #gillovny #msr #sculder #x files #case file #case fic #x files fanfic

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Shaman king Fan fic : A Case of mistaken Identity

This fic has two ends to read to the bottom, This covers a scenario between a Fem- Reader deciding their future list of characters featured below.

Yoh Asakura

Hao Asakura

Anna Kyoyama / Asakura

Fem- Reader

Now with that out of the way enjoy the fic

Main scenario: The ribbon of Destiny

You had been friends with Yoh for four months, Ever since you met him on monument hill one fateful night as you were there to attend to the grave of one of your ancestors, It would have been a brief conversation until you said “By the way can you see that samurai” with those words Yoh’s interest was peeked, For the rest of the night Yoh and you talked He explained that he was a shaman and the samurai explained that he was Amidamaru who had became Yoh’s spirit ally when their goals aligned.

You agreed to meet with Yoh on a nightly basis and so you did, It was a month into these evening meet ups that you noticed you were beginning to have feelings for him however you knew about Anna and she knew about you, Anna did not like these meet ups I mean she really didn’t like them as she punished Yoh for meeting up with you like that, Even though he assured her that it wasn’t like that.

Everything came to a head the night after the comet of destiny appeared, Anna caught you confessing your feelings to Manta, The next thing you felt was the sharp sting of a hand across your cheek and the harsh words that were spoken “I forbid you from seeing Yoh ever again, I will let you go with just this but if you show your face here again I will make sure you suffer in your afterlife”

With these harsh words you broke into tears, Nothing could console you and you knew this would be the only outcome for not dampening these feelings, you KNEW that Yoh and Anna were meant to be but stupidly you held up hope that he would reciprocate those feelings, After that you dropped out of the school you all attended and started attending a school in your district, Any spirits you made friends with in your brief moments in Yoh’s life you ignored and for the most part you returned to the world you came from.

Half a month had passed since you had saw Yoh and you were back to your old life, You studied in your free time for your finals and you focused yourself on getting into a good college as you went back to your primary goal of getting a degree in (Insert what you want to do here), It was late as you left cram school and you knew it was your turn to pick up ingredients for the evening meal as you left the store with meat and rice for the dinner you spot a familiar face, It couldn’t be, Yoh ?

Without a moments thought you ran towards the familiar figure “Yoh, are you alright?, Its been awhi” your words were cut short as you dawned on your mistake, The person in front of you did indeed look like your one time crush but he was different, You could not see warmth in his face and as you looked into his face you noticed a deep sadness, Your thoughts trailed on as you had noticed you hadn’t spoke since the hick up you only snapped back when the figure in front of you began to speak.

“Hello miss you seem to have spaced out there, Are you okay?” He enquired as you stepped back from him; you collected your self and did a bow of apology.

“I’m sorry you look a lot like someone I used to know” You managed to speak out, your face turning red as you hid in the folds of your scarf, Something must have amused the familiar stranger as he burst into a mocking laugh, He gripped his sides as he continued to laugh.

“Wow the people in this country really are polite” He remarked whilst regaining his composure, Soon after he stopped laughing he introduced himself as Hao, The future king , this statement you found strange but you put it to the back of your mind as one of his eccentricities.

He asked you to meet him tomorrow night at the same time to which you agreed with caution, You made your way home to which you were scolded for being back late after your apologies and a bath you went to bed with so many questions on your mind.

Throughout the next day you couldn’t focus at school, Were you actually going to meet up with that Hao guy or were you going to go straight home and forget your encounter with him, Every hour that passed you flitted between your going and your not going with one final decision and out of actual curiosity you agreed to meet up with Hao.

Walking thought the darkening streets you found your way back to where just a day ago you met Hao, He waited there for you and offered you a sat by him, After a brief conversation in which you asked him the important questions of why he asked to meet you and what was his intentions he stood up and brushed himself off.

“If you want to know, Walk with me” Hao spoke out whilst walking away from you as you stood to follow and within no time the streets turned into woodland, If you weren’t curious about what he had to offer, This would be the part where you would book it and go home but still your curiosity still had a hold on you.

After walking for what felt like an hour you both came to a clearing that was far from town, Hao stopped walking and turned to face you with an eyebrow raised as he crossed his arms and sat on the floor.

“Before I tell you what I have to say I must find out if I can trust you, What are your intentions with the one called Yoh” He questioned in a tone that you knew if you answered with anything less that the truth would lead to dire consequences.

“I bare Yoh no ill will, I used to have feelings for him but I knew that it was stupid to, we have not spoke since his fiancé told me to back off, I went back to my life and that’s, that” you answered looking Hao dead in the eye, Your heart pounding in fear of what could happen, Its true that he looked like Yoh but you could sense he was a different kind of person, With Yoh you knew he’d never hurt you but with this person you were sure he’d kill you if you put a toe out of line.

“I see, So you have no ties to him at this moment in time” He asked.

“No like I said I have not seen him since Anna scolded me” You replied.

Hao then stood up and paced around looking deep in thought “Usually id kill any outsider that would be threat to my plans, But I find you interesting so ill let you live, Spirit of fire, this girl isn’t to be touched” you wondered what he meant with that, You were about to enquire when before you appeared to be a red demon cloaked in flames offering its hand to Hao.

“Now if you wish to know more, Meet me here tomorrow night If not go back to your life and I assure you we will not meet again” Hao remarked before disappearing from your sight, You found your way back to town and went home to mull things over.

I could not decide on what the reader would decide so to end the argument I will dedicate a page each to 2 sub scenarios 1 in which the reader doesn’t follow Hao and 1 where she does and you can decide which 1 you like the best

Scenario diverge: Plume of white Daisies.

(This scenario covers the reader’s choice in remaining at home and the results of this action)

There was no way you could go with him, Hao may have spared your life but that did not mean you owed him anything, You owed it to yourself to put this whole incident behind you and be content that for a brief time in your life you were a minor character in something important.

The next day at school all who knew you were shocked out of speaking, You walked into class and took your seat as one of your classmates broke the silence.

“why did you cut your hair? (insert name),I thought you were growing it” they asked as you looked at them with a warm smile and replied whilst opening your text book.

“I Just fancied a change of pace”

Years passed and the brief time you spent as part of the shaman world had faded from your mind, You were now an adult and now worked in the field of your dreams and were engaged to your S/O who you met whilst studying for your (insert field) Degree, You no longer lived in your hometown as you had to go where the work was however you returned every summer and winter for a week.

During one of your returns to your hometown you decided to visit the grave of your ancestor, not much had changed since your last visit there other than the fact that the grave looked to be attended to frequently and that Daises had began to grow upon the grave.

As you left the old graveyard, You spot a familiar face in the distance approaching a group of people, You came to recognise the tallest one as your long lost school crush and the other as you presumed right now wife, A little boy clings to the legs of his mother.

With a slight nod to them both you make your way back to your parents home, Petals of daises fill the air as you walk towards the future.

End Scene

Scenario Diverge: Scent of hibiscus

(this covers the readers choice to follow Hao and the results of this action)

The morning after you were given the ultimatum from Hao, whether to remain in your world or follow him into the dangerous world of shamans and spirit fight, your mind was made up, You would follow Hao and learn what you could of the world he lives in.

It was early morning as you checked downstairs to make sure the house was empty, It was as your parents had left for work, You began packing a bag of the things you thought you would need and you wrote letters to your loved ones explaining that you were okay and that you didn’t want to be found.

When night approached you stood where Hao told you to meet him, you held you packed bag on one shoulder as you paced waiting for him hoping it wasn’t a trick, hoping that you didn’t need to go home and awkwardly say that your letters were a prank.

“Ahh you showed up, Right choice” You heard a familiar voice say as you turned to face Hao.

“Yes I did now show me what’s to be done”

You spoke out before you both disappeared into the night.

Years had started to pass, In that time you had trained under the watch of Hao and had become his Itako, You both travelled from place to place brining spirits (usually by force) to his side, You did go home from time to time al though meet ups with your family usually ended in arguments, Your parents accused Hao of derailing your path to success and that you could have been more than you are right now.

You didn’t care, You never regretted your actions not even when Yoh looked at you with suspicion when he saw you at the tournament nor when Anna accosted you intending to tell you the truth, The shock on her face was priceless when you told her you knew and didn’t care.

one night whilst sitting down for a cup of tea, you and Hao spoke of the past and the night you both met, he joked of your embarrassment before giving you a bouquet of aromatic hibiscus that to your shock had a ruby ring on one stem, that moment he got down on his knee and smirked.

“Well will you be my queen?”

“You need not ask my king”

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