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mypoisonedvine · 8 months

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emmet or bearded cillian who is dads best friend but is also a mechanic or something and he fixes your car and u thought it would be free but he wants a specific form of payment IF U CATCH MY DRIFT and everything is dirty and grimmy and maybe against the side of the car or inside whatever you like

i love your writing so so much im yelling any time you post something new, have a good day <3

THIS IS SO EMMETT CODED OMFG IT'S PERFECT

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warnings: SMUT (18+ only!!), unspecified age gap (but everybody is an adult), semi-public sex, oral f receiving, creampie

"Well, I think she'll live," he announced with a laugh as he stood up, wiping oil-covered hands on a rag. "Just needs a new spark plug and probably a patch on the fluid exchange."

You chewed your lip as you pretended not to be a total idiot about cars. "How much is that gonna put me out for?"

He waved his hand dismissively. "Don't worry about that too much, honey. Your dad's a good friend, we'll just call it even."

"No, Em," you sighed, stepping closer to him-- having to walk carefully so you wouldn't trip on any toolboxes left out on the garage floor. "Come on, let me at least pay for the parts or something."

He shook his head, giving you one of those smiles that melted your heart just a bit. "You've been too good to me already, sweetheart. Don't worry about me."

You felt a little awkward, realizing he was referring to how you'd helped him after his ex-wife moved out. There wasn't much you could do, of course, but you'd tried to show your support-- first by bringing some food over, first a casserole and then allegedly 'extra' cookies, even though you were a little worried he'd be offended by the possible suggestion that he couldn't cook for himself. Then, you'd given him advice on how to keep the zinnias out front alive, since their normal caretaker was too busy running away to California with her hairdresser to water them. He seemed to appreciate that, and your heart might have skipped a beat when your hands brushed against his while you were gardening together.

(Um, it was a male hairdresser, by the way. Not that it matters a whole lot...)

Maybe you would let him give you free work on your car, if you didn't happen to know that the auto shop was struggling at the moment. Sure, you figured he'd give you a deal, because that was just who he was, but you never expected to take his time and spare parts for nothing in return. "Em, please," you frowned, leaning against the hood of your car just after he'd shut it. "Let me make it up to you-- you're working so hard for me."

As his eyes fell on you, you suddenly noticed a new darkness in them; he was looking you up and down, making you shudder slightly as he leaned closer. "Jus' tryin' to take care of you, honey," he said, a little softer, and you fought the urge to bite your lip. "Can't let you drive around town in somethin' that might break down any minute."

"Well, I can't let you eat TV dinners every night," you smiled in reply. "How about I pay you back in meals, hm? You liked the chicken casserole, right?"

"Yeah, you're a good cook," he relented, "I guess I can't turn down an offer like that, can I?"

"Good," you grinned, "then I'll bring something over tonight."

"But what if I'm hungry for somethin' else?"

You got a little shaky all of a sudden, and tried not to get your hopes up-- you were probably imagining the sultry tone to his voice...

"Somethin' a little sweeter than casserole," he added, closing the space between you and lifting your chin so you would look up at him.

"...cookies?" you wondered with a weak voice, and he laughed softly.

"Don't get me wrong," he replied, "your cookies are great. But I think you know that's not what I'm talkin' about."

You didn't know how to respond to that... you weren't even sure if you supposed to respond. Apparently, he got whatever he needed just from looking into your eyes.

"Sit on the hood, honey."

He knelt in front of you as you did what you were told; he kept his eyes locked with yours as long as he could, until he started to spread your legs slowly and his gaze had to dart down under your dress.

"Oh, sweetheart," he sighed heavily, making you struggle not to press your thighs together to satisfy your sudden desire for friction. "Look at those cute little panties-- can I take 'em off for you?"

"Y-yes, please," you nodded, and he gave you a little smile as he reached up under your dress to slowly-- so painfully slowly-- pull them down your thighs.

You opened your legs perhaps a bit too eagerly once he'd slipped the panties off around your shoes and stuffed them into his pocket-- yes, you'd noticed that-- and he bit his lip at the sight, pushing your dress up just enough to get a good view. "Baby," he growled, "you're just too perfect."

You thought maybe he'd ask again, like he had before he took off your panties-- maybe just because he knew you'd say yes. But he didn't: he just dove right in all of a sudden, making you gasp and moan as his tongue and lips explored all over you.

He devoured you with every lap, humming and moaning between those beautifully filthy, wet noises the whole ordeal created.

"P-please," you gasped, running your fingers through his long, wavy hair.

"Oh, honey," he groaned proudly, pulling back slightly to look up at you before delivering a gentle peck to your swollen clit. "You sound too cute when you're beggin'."

Going back in again, he sucked harder on your clit until your thighs instinctively clamped down on his head-- which didn't deter him at all, anyway. "E-Emmett, fuck, just like that--" you choked out, holding tighter to his hair, "oh fuck!"

Groaning encouragingly, he slid his tongue inside you and shut his eyes tight as you started to rock your hips on his face.

He found a pattern pretty quickly, holding you steady by your thighs so he could force every sensation on you; he teased your opening with his tongue, but focused mostly on your clit until you were shaking all over. You kept trying to tell him you were going to come, but it was obvious by how hard you struggled to put a sentence together. When you did come on his tongue, it was quieter than you expected-- a silent scream, which broke into a long, low moan when you were actually able to breathe again.

His tongue on your clit became too much all of a sudden, and your hand in his hair started to push him away. Thankfully, he did stop, and you started to slowly come back to reality.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he stood up to face you again, starting to open his jeans quickly.

"Fuck, Em," you panted as you tried to catch your breath, blinking the blur out of your eyes to get a better view of his proud, tilted grin. "What'd you do that for?"

"Just needed to hear you scream, princess," he winked, reaching into his boxers. "And I figured I won't last long when I'm inside ya, anyway-- s'been a while..."

He pulled his cock out of his pants, instantly pressing the tip up to you and lining himself with your opening.

"And I like the idea of still being able to smell your pussy in my beard tomorrow," he added, just before he slid inside your waiting channel.

He grunted as he filled you, head falling back with a heavy sigh through his nose. "O-oh," you choked out, grabbing one of his shoulders to stay stable as he started to move.

"God, baby," he purred, "I was right-- fuck, I won't last. Sorry, but I've been waitin' too damn long..."

You wanted to tell him that you didn't care-- that you actually thought it was insanely sexy how affected he was by all this-- but when you opened your mouth, you could only moan desperately. Your previous orgasm had left your insides all sticky and sensitive, every thrust overwhelming you with tension and friction. And thank god for how wet it had made you, too, or you might have had more trouble fitting his generous girth inside you...

"Knew you'd be so good for me," he grunted, "such a good girl-- wanted you for so long, honey."

You whimpered behind a bitten lip, blinking up at him expectantly. "How long?"

He smirked a little, before leaning in to kiss your neck playfully-- teasing your pulse with the very tip of his tongue. "I shouldn't say," he mumbled.

"Please," you gasped, "god, Em-- I gotta know..."

"Before the divorce," was all he'd say, but that was enough to make you quiver inside-- you'd always wondered, hoped, that he shared your interest, but you had spent most of your time pretending you didn't have a crush on him since he was closer to your dad's age and, you know, married. At the time. "She used to get mad at me when she caught me lookin' at you," he admitted with a low chuckle that made chills run up your spine in delight. "She was jealous of how fuckin' pretty you are... how sweet you are... how good you are..."

"Emmett," you whimpered, clinging to him tighter, "Em, please, I'm so close--"

"Fuck, baby, g'na come again?" he taunted with a grin, one of his hands tightening its grip on your waist. "Go ahead, honey, give my cock a nice li'l squeeze, huh?"

"Yes, fuck, yes," you gasped. "Fuck!"

"Not too loud, sweetheart," he warned, "got another mechanic in the other garage-- don't want him hearin' you... don't want anyone hearin' those pretty sounds but me, okay, princess?"

But he found a much more reliable way to shut you up: he kissed you, hard and desperate, and you moaned against his lips as you tasted yourself on his tongue. Your whimpers of his name were almost unintelligible as he kissed you, but he clearly understood them: he fucked you harder, faster, deeper, grunting promises to come inside you and leave you dripping with his come for the rest of the night. You encouraged him as best you could while being totally speechless-- and with a whine, you came around him just before he filled you with a gruff purr of his own.

Sighing, he dropped his head onto your shoulder, running his fingers down your back through your dress to make you shiver in his arms one more time. "Beautiful," he praised under his breath, kissing softly beside your ear. "So beautiful, honey..."

You smiled softly, wrapping your arms around him in a lazy embrace. "You're the one that's too good to me, Em," you whispered. "When did you figure out I had a crush on you?"

"Sometime after you brought me the casserole, but before you came on my face."

#emmett a quiet place x reader #emmett a quiet place smut #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy smut

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joleneghoul · 2 months

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Everyone wants the jacket lore do not be silent

Okay obviously this is going to be me rambling on about my own headcanons but also the tiny canon reasons I have these headcanons.

Okay first I'll start off by saying the jacket I personally Always draw Rip in and the one from my design used to belong to Booster during Boosters (short lived) College days.

That being said, It's a jacket that's very...dated and old for the future, so I believe it was from a thrift shop before Booster owned it (so while being in a similar style to futuristic bomber jackets, it lacks that neon bright color scheme that seems to of been popular for Boosters generation.)

Here is just an example of Rip side-by-side to Michelle (who's outfit is based on her introduction in Issue 15 of BG vol 1- post Booster leaving, and post her mothers death). again, that 80s-escque big shouldered, large collar/lapel was in, but the colors are muted and off. I like to think about future fashion trends a lot, how staying on trend in the present is something Booster clearly cares about, how that probably wasn't as much of a possibility in his own past (the future).

Rip's design is based on a theoretical future fashion while having more earthy muted elements- augh its a whole meta thing I got going on in my head. Earth tones instead of neon primary colors, Silver/chrome accents instead of Gold, etc etc.

But anyway when it comes to canon I find it fun that in this arc of Vol 1 we get to see multiple reactions to Jack and Rip's clothing. They get the obvious "those are dated clothes" comments but nothing to say they are insanely out of place. They even use the excuse that they are just college students working on a play-their outfits are similar to something a student department would scrounge up at a minimal cost but still seeming off and inaccurate to the time frame they're trying to portray.

(now that's also because all historical documents of the past during this time were destroyed but- ykno. I like to imagine there's multiple reasons why people weren't like "NEVER SEEN CLOTHES LIKE THAT BEFORE!".)

It's clear to me that even in this arc, Rip's jacket is important enough to him that he makes Jack sell HIS jacket instead of his own. Now, Rip's a selfish guy and all especially at this time in his characters history, but with the meta context that Booster is Rip's father, and this arc being about Booster wanted for treason- the idea of Rip running around in his fathers old star quarterbacks jacket (while modded with red accents) just is fun to me. Not to mention even within this arc Rip is weirdly avoidant of anyone seeing him and looks EXTREMELY like a slightly younger Booster despite men in this series explicitly looking very different from each other.

aka: I think it would just add to the weird cycles that surround Rip's non-linear life.

Now I am someone who is Really into design elements that tell story, aka why I like drawing Rip's hands covered in scars because he wears improper gloves as someone who works with his hands, and why i like adding patches and scuffs to the leather jacket when I make it more detailed. It's old, It's older than Rip, It is something he cares a lot about because it's a piece of home and something that was his dads that he gets to have with him most of the time. I don't think Rip would ever call himself sentimental- i think these are things he holds onto nonetheless (similar to him literally clinging to the old family heirloom clock despite it being broken throughout time masters.) He is a character who cares so intensely but wont say it out loud, you have to show these things in the tiny details or what he surrounds himself with.

This becomes important when A lot of the paranoia he faces in time masters revolves around the triggers he experienced WHILE seeing the place his dad grew up in, what created it, how these family cycles started.

I think in a way to mirror his growth through the end of this, realizing there's things he can't change but he can change himself and how he treats others- look towards bettering his own future than fearing the lack of control he has in the (non-linear) past- I like to add the sunflower to the back of the jacket post this arc. this Arc has a lot of differences in my head with the addition of so much new lore/canon since the 90s and my own headcanons (time gardens- hence flower/bug/plant imagery so often in my shit), but still the theme remains the same really.

While Rip is a character i many times in my art associate with Daffodils ( a flower representing rebirth and such) and sunflowers are flower i associate with the likes of Wave & Booster I do think the meaning behind them of new opportunities through others and happiness is something that would both honor the history of the jacket while making it his own.

LASTLY 4th person who "owns" the jacket, and this is shown in my art a few times, is Jeff (occasionally) because I think that's the only person Rip would trust with it when he outgrows the jacket (bc I do think as Rip gets older he fills out more and its moreso a piece for someone a bit lankier). It smells old and reminds them of when they were younger. ugh. I just find the idea of sharing clothing with significant others/partners really fun ok? sap for it.

anyways sorry if this makes no sense its just one of those things i think about a lot and only i do bc its something i made up lol!!

AKA 1 stupid jacket means a lot to a few weird time travelers.

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kazoosandfannypacks · 2 months

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summary: when a demeter camper falls for an ares camper, carnations and crocuses aren’t too far behind, whether they like it or not. word count: 4173 words a/n: hey guys! i know y'all liked my last story so much, and i had so much fun with it, that i wanted to do another one! and yeah, i've never seen anything anywhere about the power i gave the demeter kid, but it i just kinda made it up and it works well for this story. enjoy! taglist: @poptart-cat-78 @fynn-arcana @babsbabbles @laughingphoenixleader {if you’d like to be added to my halfblood 5&1 taglist/pjo taglist, let me know!}

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five flowers ares girls don't appreciate (and one that they really, really do)

~oliver's third summer~

Oliver McAdam had a rare blessing from his godly parent, and it was the bane of his existence.

For some people, sometimes being a demigod meant you could do really cool things. A few of Hermes' kids were able to run fast enough, they may as well be teleporting. Apollo's kids sometimes had prophecy, or the ability to bend light. Some of Aphrodite's kids could control you with their voice like a Jedi mind trick.

Oliver, however, a child of Demeter, possessed an ability none of his siblings— or anyone else he'd ever met— did. He'd first noticed it on his father's farm, when orchis started growing in the pumpkin patch, and he found osmunda in his window box of violets, but it wasn't until the tulip tree sprouted in the bathtub that he realized these flowers weren't random— he was creating them.

Different flowers came from different moods. Daffodils and daisies bloomed when he was happy. Black dahlias surrounded him when he was anxious. Hyacinth grew when he was sorrowful. Sometimes fruit would graft itself from a nearby tree when he was hungry. That one wasn't so bad, of course, but he could do without the rest of them. The trail of flowers that followed his emotions made him feel like a freak, even by demigod standards.

One of his little demigod half-sisters, Calla, had done extensive research on Victorian flower language, and thought it was the coolest thing ever how the blossoms that surrounded him followed him and responded to his mood exactly, speaking a language that florists had spoken for more than a century. She'd always been able to read his flowers like a functional mood ring, and sometimes she'd explain them to him when he didn't understand them.

But he didn't need her to tell him what the sweet-brier blossoms growing at his feet were about, because even though they sounded pleasant enough by name, well, a sweet-brier by any other name could still spell terror. As it was, he was quaking in his boots. It was his day to check the cabins, which wasn't ever so bad in and of itself, until he got to Cabin 5. The Ares cabin was bad enough to look at from the outside, but to go inside the house of horrors? That was terrifying.

He approached the cabin nervously, glancing down at his clipboard and praying no more sweet-brier planted itself on the cabin doorstep.

Someone in front of him opened the door, and he froze with fear. The only thing scarier than Ares' cabin was Ares' kids, and though he didn't know which of them would be at the door, he could guarantee he didn't want to find out.

The camper in question, apparently, hadn't seen Oliver standing there, but she became very aware of his presence when she ran into him.

"Watch it, punk." she said.

"I'm sorry," Oliver said, his voice squeaking as several flowers cropped up around him, "I didn't mean to…."

If there had been more to that sentence, Oliver forgot it when he looked up at her. He'd never dared get this close to an Ares kid before, but if anyone had told him they were this pretty, he would've much sooner. Her eyes were the color of freshly upturned soil, her skin like a field of ripened wheat touched by a sunrise, her hair the same shade of black as the leather jacket with the ripped off sleeves she wore over her Camp Half-Blood t-shirt.

"You'd better not've," she said, pushing past him.

Oliver barely had time to notice the crocus that sprouted between them before she pushed past him and stepped on it on her way out of the cabin.

~oliver's third summer~

By the end of that summer, Oliver had gathered that the beautiful child of the war god was named Emilia, and he recalled her claiming a couple summers ago after a divisive and merciless Capture the Flag victory. Oliver hadn't been outgoing even then, and Emilia hadn't exactly ever played nice, so he'd had no problem avoiding her.

But now, that was the last thing he wanted to do.

As he packed up at the end of the summer, he kept an eye out the open door of his cabin, watching Cabin #5 more closely than ever before.

Most of his siblings had already left by the time he decided it was time to go, a couple ox-eye daisies budding around his suitcase. He saw in the distance as Ares' cabin door opened and Emilia left. Oliver had planned and timed this, quickly grabbing his suitcase and hoping he could make it look like an accident that he happened to leave at the same time as her.

"See you next summer," he called across the distance, waving at her, "have a great school year!"

"Get lost already!" she grumbled back.

The last two times he'd tried to talk to her, she'd ignored him entirely, so he took her upset response as a good sign, hoping she wouldn't see the snowdrops that blossomed around him.

~oliver's fourth summer~

When you feel refreshed by time out in the garden, winter lasts an eternity. Just when you think there's hope for the browns and grays around you to awaken into green again, they're buried in another layer of heartless white.

But, just as hope comes to fruition from the darkest souls, so springtime blooms out of winter's chill, and soon it was spring at McAdam farms, and Oliver was soon busy helping his father on the farm. The past few years, he'd done as much as he could in the spring and fall, wondering how his father even got on through the summer while he was away at camp.

And once again, his father would have to manage, as Oliver found himself in the familiar fields of Camp Half Blood.

In the past four years, Oliver had gotten better and better at controlling his emotions and their telltale flora. He still couldn't stop himself from growing monkshood in moments of panic or control what plants he created, but for the most part, he had a handle on his feelings in the minutiae of day-to-day life.

That is, until he sat down for his first dinner of the summer at Camp Half-Blood, and saw Emilia at her sibling's table across the pavilion, laughing with a violent excitement at being together again. Oliver's life wasn't very exciting in the offseason, so one of the biggest points of interest that year had been the thought of Emilia.

Despite his best attempts at restraint, his plate was soon covered in yellow blossoms, blooming out of his chicken nuggets in a feat of nature that would've been incredible if it wasn't so incredibly annoying.

"Tarragon?" Calla asked, taking a seat next to him, "funny, I prefer ketchup on my chicken nuggets, myself."

"Are you sure you don't want to try it?" Oliver joked, as he started to pick the flowers off his plate, hovering a few over her dinner plate as a taunt.

"Oh, I'm good," she giggled.

He looked up across the pavilion again, and saw that Emilia was looking at him. Granted, most of the camp was looking at him, almost as though they'd been awaiting the first of his accidental flowerings this summer. He only really noticed Emilia though, and how she smiled a little and rolled her eyes.

Oliver didn't care that her smile was meant to taunt him, that she was laughing at him and not with him— he still saw something warm in it, and her smile made him smile.

Unfortunately, her smile also made him sprout, a yellow tulip blossoming— not in front of him, but at the longest distance away he'd ever gotten a flower to bloom: right out of Emilia's blood red glass of cola.

He looked back down at his food quickly as her siblings began laughing and her face flushed as red as her cola. When an Ares kid gets into a rage, you don't want to find yourself in their warpath, and Emilia was no exception. Oliver looked up, only a little, to see the crumpled tulip land on his dinner plate, though he knew that if flowers were a better projectile, she definitely could've taken his head off with it.

"I guess I'm eating salad," he muttered, deadpan, shrugging as he stabbed at the head of the tulip and pretended to eat it.

His siblings laughed, and he looked up to see Emilia, still upset, and he tried to convince himself that she didn't look cute when she was angry like that. He wasn't sure how she'd respond if his feelings accidentally covered her table in red roses, but he didn't want to find out, especially once she'd remember that roses have thorns.

Instead, he kept his mind occupied by his quest to remove the plants from his dinner.

"Don't think I don't know what that means," Calla whispered to him.

"I know you do," Oliver said, without looking up.

"Tarragon is for lasting interest," Calla said, "and even though everyone thinks yellow flowers just mean friendship, the yellow tulip goes deeper. It actually means 'there is sunshine in your smile." Isn't that so dreamy?"

"I guess," Oliver chuckled.

"You've had a crush on her since last summer?" she whispered. He looked up at her with a glare, "what makes you say that?"

"It's so obvious," she said, "does she know?"

He looked down at the crumpled tulip on the table.

"I sure hope not."

~oliver's fourth summer~

It wasn't uncommon for Ares kids to challenge each other to combat. Sometimes it was to air grievances, and sometimes it was to let off some steam, but usually it was just for fun.

Oliver had never found it fun to fight or to watch fighting, but he was excited to watch the fight that broke out between Emilia and the new girl, Clarisse. Clarisse was young, but still a terrifying force, and Olilver wouldn't've wanted to face her, even before she'd gotten a month and a half of half-blood combat training.

But Oliver was still rooting for Emilia. She was still older than Clarisse by a few years, and was one of the most formidable fighters at camp.

"You think she's gonna win?" Calla asked, coming up behind Oliver and standing next to him as they watched this fight.

"Who?" Oliver asked, without looking back at Calla, taking advantage of this chance to stare at Emilia.

"The Easter Bunny," Calla said, sarcastically, then clarified, "Emilia."

"Yeah," Oliver sighed, "isn't she so cool? She's such a talented fighter, and she knows exactly what she's doing, and her moves are so graceful and calculated, and…."

"You need to get out of here," Calla's voice was suddenly serious.

"What do you mean?" Oliver asked, but before the words were out of his mouth, he saw Emilia fall to the ground, having tripped on something. Clarisse was quickly at the ready, with a sword pointed at her neck before she had a chance to get up. He then noticed what she'd tripped on— dozens of trailing alyssum plants had grown at her feet.

"Was that me?" Oliver asked.

"No, it was the Easter Bunny again," Calla said, "you'd better run. If you're here when she gets up…" "Yeah, I know," Oliver said, taking off for his cabin, hoping Emilia wouldn't join the trail of peony that followed him away.

~oliver's fourth summer~

Oliver tried to ignore the flowers at his feet as he sat on his cabin's steps. Over the last few days, Emilia had made it clear that she didn't want him, or his pity apologies and peony powers, within two hundred yards of her.

But even two yards from her would've been too far for him, and no matter how physically distant he was, his crumbled heart was still with her.

"Red carnations?" Calla interrupted Oliver's brooding silence.

Oliver didn't respond.

"Do you need me to tell you what that one means?"

Calla sat down next to him. "'Alas, for my poor heart!' I always thought that was a strong sentiment for one plant to carry, but I get it now, mopey."

"She won't even talk to me," Oliver shook his head, "I mean, she never talked to me, but she won't even let me apologize."

"It probably wouldn't've worked out anyways," Calla said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" If anyone would've understood his feelings, it was her. He sometimes wondered if his little sister had been misclaimed by Demeter, and if Aphrodite was her mom instead. She saw the potential for a relationship in anyone.

"I mean, her dad's the god of war," Calla said, "our mom is the god of wildflowers."

"The opposite of that," Oliver shook his head, "the harvest. Things we plant."

"So, gardening."

"Have you ever started a garden?" Oliver asked. When she shook her head, he continued, "you look at a piece of land, and you say, 'this is mine.' You mark off a territory, and you fight for it. You rip it apart by the roots, you make it yours, and you don't show mercy to any weeds or wildflowers that stand in the way. If you let your guard down for even a day, the enemy will choke you out. You have to keep fighting. Gardening is war, and if anyone could understand that…."

He shook his head as his voice trailed away.

"I didn't know you were such a fighter," Calla smiled, then nudged him, "and I bet Emilia doesn't know that either."

Another red carnation sprouted at the mere mention of Emilia.

"And she never will," he half laughed to shrug off the pain.

"Not with that attitude," Calla said, "but maybe if you show her?"

"How?"

"Maybe start with flowers," Calla suggested, motioning to the DIY bouquet at their feet.

"Give her these?" Oliver asked.

"It's a start," Calla said.

"I can't do it."

"You have to try."

"No I don't."

Calla shook her head and got up.

"And here I thought you were a fighter."

"So?" Oliver asked.

Calla smiled and shrugged, "so fight for her."

Oliver looked down at the flowers at his feet and knew exactly what to do.

🥀

He watched her cabin from a safe distance. He'd seen his brothers leave flowers for the Aphrodite girls all the time, but he had a feeling Emilia wouldn't respond the same way. It was just a simple bouquet with a note that said "I'm sorry," but he hoped the rich hue of the red flowers would appease her, like a sacrifice painted in the blood of her enemies.

He watched as she opened the cabin door and picked up the bouquet, then re-entered her cabin.

Did it work? Would she hear him out? Would she at least treat him civilly?

He watched again as she left her cabin, holding the flowers upside-down, a lighter in her other hand (and where she got a lighter at camp, he didn't want to know.) The flame quickly licked up the plants, and she left the charred husk that remained on her cabin steps as a reminder.

Oliver didn't need to hear that message twice. If his poor heart ached when he saw that happen, he wouldn't give her the flowers to prove it.

~emilia's third summer~

Emilia had had just about enough of this flower boy, and it took her every last ounce of restraint to keep from burning down his cabin instead of just the red flowers he'd left at the doorstep yesterday. She couldn't imagine what would've happened if any of her siblings saw them before she got rid of them. They'd already given her a hard enough time about the tulip soda at the start of the summer and losing in battle to the new girl last week, she didn't need this ruining her image either. When would this pansy stop trying to embarrass her already?

She smiled as he cowered away when she saw him at breakfast that morning. She'd put him in his place. Nobody, nobody makes Emilia Alvarez look stupid and gets away with it.

🥀

Emilia had been cornered by a lot of people in her life. Even mortals like her siblings back home and the bullies at school had seen her as easy prey for years— though the older she got, the less she let them give her problems. And demigods? Most of them would steer clear of her with just a glare, and the ones that didn't quickly learned their lessons.

That's why she was so thrown off today, when a girl grabbed her by the arm and growled her name like it was some kind of curse.

Emilia turned to see a girl ten inches shorter than her, with flowers braided in her hair and a necklace made of plastic daisies.

"What's your problem?" Emilia asked.

"No, what's yours?" the flower girl sneered.

"Hey, I'm not usually in the mood to bust someone's nose right after eating," Emilia threatened, "but you wouldn't be the first, and you won't be the last."

"Take your best shot," she said, "you could stand to lose dessert privileges the next few days."

Emilia frowned, then smiled and pulled back to punch, but stopped when she saw the fear in her eyes.

"I recognize you," Emilia said, "you're the one always hanging out with that punk."

"Calla," she said, "and 'that punk' has a name— it's Oliver— and if he didn't care so much about you, I would've flattened you myself by now."

"Back that train up," Emilia crossed her arms, "'Oliver' doesn't care about me. He's been using his flower powers to make me look stupid all summer."

"I didn't know he goes for stupid," she sighed, "but he's absolutely crazy about you, so…."

"'Crazy's' a good word for it, runt."

"You don't understand," Calla said, "he hasn't been trying to make you look bad at all."

"Well, he's got a funny way of showing it," she rolled her eyes.

"He can't control it."

"Can't control what?"

"The flowers," Calla said, "they just kind of happen. He doesn't cause them— deliberately."

"I don't buy that," Emilia asked, "you've got ten seconds to scram before I bash your brains in."

"It's true!" she said, apparently undeterred, "they respond to his emotions. Like the tulips when someone's smile reminds him of the sunshine."

"What?" Emilia asked, recalling the soda blossom at the start of the summer.

"And the alyssum you tripped on?" Calla said, "when he likes someone for who they are, more than just their beauty." "Beauty?" Emilia asked, "He thinks I'm pretty?" "More than that," Calla said, listing a few things off on her fingers, "a skilled fighter, a queen on earth, the pride of Camp Half Blood. He won't shut up about you."

Emilia tried to pretend that the red she could feel creeping across her cheeks was from anger, not because she was blushing. She tried to change the subject.

"So you expect me to believe the bouquet of flowers with an apology note was an accident too?"

"That one was my idea," Calla admitted, "a foolish attempt to get you to talk to him— but it was only flowers he'd already grown, borne of heartbreak. He's devastated, Emilia, and it's because of you."

"Good," Emilia said.

"I know you don't really think that," Calla said.

"You don't know me."

"I know you would've pulverized me by now if you were glad you hurt him."

Emilia could've pulverized her. She could've punched the smug grin off the flower child's face. She could've flattened her before she got a chance to turn heel and leave. She could've yelled a few insults, or chased after her and beat her down. Instead, Emilia stood in silence as she walked away.

🥀

Everything felt different as Emilia walked across the camp. Her heart raced like she was preparing for war. She smiled like she'd completed some conquest. Somehow she felt a little bit invincible— was this what love feels like?

She started to notice things more too— most prominently, she noticed a trail of red flowers, just like the ones she'd burned yesterday. Now that she realized that was a declaration of love and not of war, she almost felt guilty crushing his heart in response. In fact, she did feel guilty— and she needed to make it up.

She followed the trail of flowers to the shade behind cabin #4, where she saw Oliver sitting against the wall, lost in thought. She approached him with military stealth, and he didn't even notice as she stood right over him.

"I thought I'd find you here," Emilia said.

He looked up at her, startled, though she couldn't tell if it was a general startle or if it was because her presence had that effect on people.

"Then again, the carnations gave you away."

"Emilia!" he said, nervously jumping to his feet as though he were about to make a hasty escape, "don't worry, I'll, I'll get out of your way."

"Not so fast, punk," Emilia said. She grabbed him by the back of his shirt and pulled him back, turning him around and pushing him against the wall in front of her, her arm pressing against his collarbone, "I had a talk with your little friend."

"What about?" he asked, fear swirling in his eyes.

"Something about you having a little crush on me," she narrowed her eyes, "is that true?"

He looked down at the ground for a moment, then back up at her, meeting her eyes with his.

"Yeah," he said, followed by a quick, "please don't kill me."

For a moment, before his face washed with fear, she saw a confident determination, like a soldier prepared for war. She liked that more than she normally would've admitted. She also liked the fear in his eyes too— actually, maybe it was just that she liked his eyes, and the rest of his face as well.

"Oh, don't worry," she said, pushing him harder against the wall, "I wouldn't do that. I can think of something a lot better to do with your face than pulverizing it."

"Like what?" his voice squeaked.

"Like this," she smiled.

She leaned toward him and planted a kiss on his trembling lips, which stilled themselves as the world did, stopping itself and starting itself all over again.

She pulled away, and he blinked a few times, stupefied. She ran a range of emotions she couldn't begin to place names to. He must've as well, because as she looked down at their feet, there must've been a dozen different flowers growing around them, entangling their roots, planting them both to the spot.

But one flower stood out most to her, a couple bright orange blossoms she couldn't stop herself from picking.

"Nasturtium," she said.

"What?" Oliver asked, breathless, still clearly trying to regain his senses.

"These grew back home," Emilia said, lost for a wistful moment as she twirled the buds between her fingers, "when I was a little girl, back in Chile."

She met Oliver's eyes.

"Know what this one means?"

He shook his head.

"Conquest," Emilia said, "victory in battle."

She didn't explain how she knew, but he seemed too shocked still to even bother to ask.

"I think I'll keep this one," she said, tucking the flower behind her ear, "if that's okay with you."

"Yeah," he whispered.

She could tell he was still processing, trying to figure out what was going on, and if there'd been a flower for confusion, it would've been in the garden growing between them. It might be best to give him time to weed out his thoughts— pun literally intended.

"I'll talk to you later, okay?" she said.

He started to say "yeah," but she planted a kiss on his cheek first, which apparently flipped a reset switch in his brain all over again.

As Emilia walked away, she brushed her fingers along the flower behind her ear. She knew her siblings were gonna give her a hard time for it, but she'd give it right back to them. As much as she hated them picking on her, she'd tolerated it— but somehow she knew that if any of the others started poking fun at Oliver, she'd personally arrange a meeting between their head and a toilet, complete with a black eye as a parting gift.

She'd heard someone on TV say that love was strength, and maybe they were right. As much as she'd always fought for herself, she was twice as prepared to fight for Oliver.

Especially that day at lunch, when he gave her a whole bouquet of those bright orange nasturtium flowers, and though he was still apparently too tongue-tied to get out anything more than a "these are for you," the note he'd written on the card said it all in just how he addressed her: "to the champion who conquered my very heart"

#percy jackon and the olympians #kazzy's ocs #oliver mcadam #emilia alvarez #calla fields #5 and 1 #kazzy writes fanfiction #clariss la rue #percy jackson book spoilers #kazzy borrows uncle rick's sweater #kazzy writes fanfic #camp half blood

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lover4st · 2 years

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can you do one for vecna where reader and vecna slow dance then reader gets vecna’d 🥺🥺🥺🥺

i did my best 😭

this for you bbg @inaramisview

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You were just having a regular day on the job. It was going pretty bad actually. Worse than usual. People saying you got their order wrong and yelling at you for it, people just randomly insulting you while you are working, even your coworkers were doing it! You just went to work at this cafe for money so eventually you can go off to college.

But one thing came in and somewhat patched up your rough day. A young man, who you had never seen before, asked you on a date.

He was trying to flatter you. And oh boy, did it work. You were falling into this man's arms within minutes of talking to him.

And I mean literally falling, like you tripped over yourself, and he caught you. He gave you a gentle laugh and pat on the head and then steadied you by looping your arm through his, walking around the cafe with him.

He had stayed to talk to you for at least 2 hours when you were on shift. Every time you had a customer to attend to, he would politely walk away and come over when you were free again.

When you were cleaning up, he would walk along with you. Helping you a little bit along the way. It was great. Amazing even, until your manager saw. Then it wasn't so great anymore.

He saw you with him and was watching for a few minutes. And he finally caught what was going on. Your manager did want you to be distracted, so he rudely removed it.

"Hey! Get back to work, you can get slutted out when you aren't on the job! And you, can't you see she is doing something?! You've had enough time here pal!" He started pushing the gentleman away and escorting him to the exit. And he wasn't even looking at the man who was pushing him out. He was looking at you, with a sad look on his face.

You mouthed, I'm so sorry, to the nice man. And he just gave you a simple nod and a sad smile.

Once he was out, your manager came over and gave you a harsh glare, already putting you back in your place. You didn't want to get fired; you didn't want to get yelled at either. You just want to get the hell out of here.

You continued working until your shift ended, which wasn't that late. Maybe 6, a little after since you got tasked with closing today.

Having finished locking up and cleaning, you went out. You didn't have a car, so you were just planning on walking home. You were ready to, until you saw a car in the parking lot.

There was only supposed to be one person here, and they didn't have a car, and that's you. They flashed their lights, and you immediately got scared. After today, all you need is to get home safely and have a bubble bath. And you might not be able to do either of those.

You went off in a dash. In your atmosphere, there was nowhere to run. There weren't any woods near here. Just open fields. So, you can't escape easily. But you were still running as fast as you fucking could. But that wasn't enough.

They caught up with you, and then you realized who your chaser was.

The nice dude at the cafe? What?

He rolled down his window and was trying to yell something out. He looked very concerned so you decided to slow your pace so you couldn't hear the wind rushing through your hair as you were running. But he was still unheard by you.

Your heart was racing for running so fast for so long. You collapsed on the ground. Full on fell over. And couldn't get back up. It didn't matter to you. You felt like you were dying. You still couldn't hear anything around you since your ears ringing was just added to the mix.

You didn't notice the man get out of the car and crouch next to you. In fact, you were so tired you didn't even register that he picked you up and put you in a seat. He was wiping your face with a cloth he had gotten from God knows where.

“Are you alright darlin’?” This is the first somewhat clear thing you have heard, all the noises had all died down. Now it was just your somewhat heavy breathing.

“Fine, what are you doing? Why are you here?” Your breathing started picking up again and he tried to sooth you. He started running his fingers through your hair.

“I didn’t want to leave without asking you out.” Wait, so he stayed behind the whole time to ask you, on a date?

“I don’t even know your name,” you didn’t know almost anything about him accept he was a flirt and tall and handsome and kind and-

“My name is Peter.” Ah, so basic. Yet fits him perfectly. Such a beautiful name for this fine specimen. He looks even better in this lighting. His eyes are shining, and the slowly departing sun is kindly reflecting off his blonde hair.

“Cool.” What?! That was the first thing to come up in your head?! Oh no! Gotta say something else, you’ve got to. But how can you save yourself from that?

“Huh, thanks.” He gave you a little chuckle. Damn this man. Peter looked back up and stared directly in your eyes. “Are you alright though dear?” He did look concerned. You’ve already brushed off the thought that he might hurt you in any way.

“Yup, all goody.” You gave him a goofy smile. He brought a strand of hair behind your ear to get a better look of your face. “Anyways, what you were saying? Why were you following me?” It was obvious you heard him the first time, you just wanted to hear him again to make sure he wouldn’t take it back.

“I want to take you on a date. I wanted to take you today, but I guess there’s really no more time.” The sun was barely in the sky anymore, it was just about to set. But how much you wanted this date, it was going to be unbearable to wait for another day for it to happen. It needs to happen now. While we are still here.

“We can set something up here. I’m a very easy woman to please,” such a true statement. Watching a movie with Vickie once every 2 weeks made you buzz. “We can just sit and watch the sunset. I don’t know what else we could do while we are here. But why not just play it out as it comes?”

He was staring you down with admiration. His mouth was slightly hanging, surprised.

“You know what,” no I don’t, “let’s go for it.” You instantly blew up. Your face contorting into a ridiculous smile. Even more crazy than earlier. Finally, it was your moment.”

Peter picked you up and carried you out a little way away. So, no one would see you, except for 2 crazy people.

He set you down and put both hands on your waist. Your hands already immediately coming to rest on his shoulders.

“Maybe we should just start the night off by dancing?”

It was unthinkable that someone was able to be this happy. You had just met this man, and he rocked your world.

“Of course.”

And that’s how it went.

Dancing without a care in the world. Nothing was stopping you in the moment. The sun was only just now setting. Which made this even more magical. It was such a peaceful silence. You closed your eyes for a bit. Just soaking in everything. Until you heard Peter clearing his throat. You opened your eyes back up and saw a different expression on his face.

“I have a question for you.” You gave him a quick, mhm, and a not so he can continue. “What made you trust me so much?”

That’s when everything stopped. You stopped moving. Your face had gone stone cold. His face had a methodical look to it. This is the moment you truly wanted to step back from the situation.

“No.”

“No what dear? Are you upset?” Yes, who wouldn’t be? Anyone hates getting their hopes up for something that is too good to be true.

And then you felt something. Something that shouldn’t be happening.

You were being raised. Into the sky.

Then you felt a pain shoot through your left arm. And then your right leg. Eventually your right wrist.

What was going on?

Your jaw bopped and cracked.

You were bleeding out of your eye sockets and you couldn’t see anything.

You were in unbearable pain and suffering that you couldn’t do anything about.

And then everything stopped. You couldn’t feel anything anymore.

Peter then said the very last words you would ever hear,

“Dumb girl.”

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pbandjesse · 6 months

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Today was a busy day! It was a good day though. It gave me a lot of clarity on the moving front. It was a good day.

I didn't feel amazing though. I slept okay but the heat made my nose and face so dry that they were painful when I woke up. And while my throat didn't hurt as badly as it did last night I was still pretty uncomfortable. And would remain so for a lot of the day. Despite my best efforts to be positive. I just felt a little bad.

But I couldn't focus on that. There was much to do! I had woken up a few times throughout the early morning. I was pleased to see James there and touched their face and fell back asleep.

When I woke up for real I went to get washed up. James made the bed. I got dressed and felt really cute. I told James they needed a hair cut and later in the day they would cut their hair entirely to short but it's fine. It'll grow back. They are still handsome.

We would decide to go have breakfast at Southside diner. Then we would go to the museum. I was laying on the couch when we decided this. And we decided we would go in 10 minutes.

We would leave soon enough and drove over to the diner. It was a beautiful day. We got our little table and had a nice little brunch. There was a very sweet family next to us with an adorable toddler who kept stealing straws form the waitresses pocket and we were all laughing. The energy was just so nice today. I wasn't feeling amazing but I was happy.

After brunch we drove to the B&O musuem. I was excited to see some model trains. And the real trains! I was a little sad that the rideable train wasn't running today, and the workshop was closed. But the rest of it was super cool.

James loves trains and I love seeing James excited about something. The models were super cool too. I got to learn a little more how the scale sizes work. And I loved the little details. All the thought and construction that went into it. It was just really awesome.

The big trains are also always a treat. All the design and thought that went into each space. I loved our train trip across the country and I want to do it again for sure. But walking around these trains and going inside was just so fun.

It was also decorated for Christmas! We would take a few pictures. But it was just really fun. I was having a really nice time.

We went outside to see the other models and go inside the freezer train and then the army train. The caboose and the dining cars were really cool.

I was teasing James in the dining car. Pointing at things and saying. That's you. James is a small chocolate pitcher. I was a 8oz sugar bowl. We were just being silly. It was really fun. I love my husband. I love getting to spend time with them.

We finished up at the museum in the gift shop. we got a few pins and patches. Well I am assuming the patches, James would let me see, because I think they were picking one for me. They are so sweet.

We had a lot of time before our appointment to look at houses. So it was decided we would go get groceries.

We stuck pretty well to the list. James is a big list person. I am a big walk down every aisle and get what speaks to me. But I did good not putting a hundred things in the cart. Only adding peppers and ranch and chocolate milk. Everything else was on the list. Things for the week and Thanksgiving. We are making three things for Thursday at the Chang's. I'm looking forward to it. I always love seeing that part of the family.

As we were checking out James got all stressed for some reason. They said they felt like they were upsetting me bagging to slow?? I was just standing there? No idea why they got so stressed. But I kept telling them we are okay. So we packed up the car and headed home.

We weren't home for long. We got in and James put everything away. We poured a cup of chocolate milk with ice to share. And headed back out.

We would see 4 houses today. Took about an hour. But none of them were it. The first one was so disappointing. We didn't even go in. In the listing photos the house on either side looked occupied but they are now abandoned and their porches are pulling down the porch of this house and the block just was in more disrepair then I was comfortable with. Like it wasn't unsafe, but it felt like the whole street was falling apart.

So we didn't go inside and headed to the next one.

Which was so boring! Just so wildly boring. I hate row houses where the first floor is just one big room. Kitchen and everything all there like a big hallway. And the street was very south Philly to open no trees. Not one I liked much.

Off to the next. We went back to the yellow house and I still really like it. But I'm glad we saw it in the daytime. It was surprisingly dark in the middle. The skylight upstairs helped that but downstairs it was dark. We brought a tape measure and while the bedrooms aren't as bad as I thought they are still small. And there are 2 cracked windows. The biggest issue though is the basement door is 24 inches across. We wouldn't get a washing machine down there and there isn't another basement door. It's not completely off the table but there is a lot to fix up. And the next block isn't ideal. So we keep moving forward and keep looking.

The last house of the day was another boring one. It was nice. Don't get me wrong. But it was at the top of our budget and another open floor plan. On a street with no trees. It also had carpeting and the bathrooms were kind of ugly. It was not for me.

James liked the kitchen and the basement but there wasn't much else that was good. I think the realtor is getting a better idea of what we're looking for. And he said the Google doc I made is very helpful. And there is no rush. I don't want to leave the apartment I love it we aren't going somewhere I will love more.

I was tired after all of this. It was time to go home.

James got us back here and I got cuddled up on the couch with sweetp. James would get ready to go on a bike ride. And I would rest.

I had a snack. And just watched videos and had a nice evening.

As the sun started to go down James came home and would cut their hair which made me sad. But I get it. It was a bit to long and it'll grow back to a nice place again.

They made us pizza for dinner which was very good. We would hang out on the couch and it was a nice evening.

Now I'm sitting in the studio. I plucked my eyebrows. James painted their nails

And I'm ready to get showered and get in my comfy clothes. I am hoping to sleep better tonight.

Tomorrow I have work at camp. I don't really know what we're doing. But it will be fun. James is going to drop me off so they can take the car to get the oil changed. And they will come back for me. I appreciate them for handling that.

I hope you all sleep good tonight. Have a good day tomorrow. I love you all!

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strawberrylabs · 2 years

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Hi! I was wondering if I could get a match up from bnha no one underage please since I’m 22 years old 😅 I’m just not comfortable with it

I’d prefer a male matchup please

Pronouns: she/they

A romantic match up please

Height:5’6

Zodiac sign: Aquarius

Personality type: INTP

I’ve been told I’m come of as very intimidating to people who don’t know me and also I’m very introverted. I have a little bit of a tattoo obsession and have quiet a few also some piercings. I get told I look like cruella deville cause my hair is half black and half white 😅. I like the horror genre in anything and also like listening to true crime stories. I’m not the softest person I’m assuming since a lot of my friends say I’m just someone who’s never really cared about a broken bone or if something scary is happening. Example: one time I got my toenail ripped off and didn’t even notice for like five minutes then just casually removed it and put a band on. 😅 I also love rats and snakes ❤️ and have a dog (a bassist hound named Lou) two cats, (a Maine coon named Koa and a one eyed black cat named Remi), and a rabbit named patches.

Just a little bit about my fur babies since they’re very important to me

Lou: scared of everything. But mainly of men and I have no idea why 🤷‍♀️. He the first dog I ever had.

Koa: super shy but secretly really likes affection and food. Meows back when I say good morning or ask how his day was. 😭 he’s so cuteeee

Remi: A crackhead. He’s got one eye and breathing problems but that doesn’t slow him down 😃. Treat addict. Like literally always gets in the cabinet where I keep the animal treats.

Patches: very quiet. Stares a lot. He’s still cute and fluffy though ❤️

(Also I’m working towards owning my own tattoo shop ¨̮ and can you maybe include how a lot of people I’m close to call my middle name Evangeline. I’ve always liked it cause I got it for a really sweet reason)

Could you maybe include my pets. you don’t have to! You also can choose to ignore this if you want. I’m sorry for adding so much!

Thank you even if you don’t do this! 💕

Have a wonderful day/night!

Hello! I am so so sorry for the late reply! I really hope this lives up to the wait!

your pets sound adorable! and good luck with opening the tattoo shop!

I had a hard time deciding with this one- If you're unhappy with who you were matched with feel free to request headcannons for a different character.

Hope you enjoy<3

Also the character may be a little OOC, as I haven't watched or read BNHA in a longgg time

Warnings!!: May be spoilers to the BNHA lore, slight gore (only minor) and mentions of needles(tattoos)

I match you with...

Tomura (Tenko) Shigaraki!

You and Tomura were probably friends when you were younger but lost contact a little before the incident.

Years later, you live in a two story apartment in the city, the bottom floor is your tattoo parlor and the top is your home!

Your and Tomura run into eachother again when you're looking for your cat Remi who managed to get out the window while you weren't looking.

Despite his new appearance, you recognised him instantly.

Unfourtunetly he cannot say the same.

His memory is.. foggy. He recognises you, but he doesn't know why. Why does his heart hurt at the sight of you?

He tells himself he doesn't need to know why, he just needs it to stop.

So he gets Toga to spy on you with the intention of eventually using the information he gets to kill you.

Or that was the original plan

Toga goes to your tattoo shop one day saying she wants a tattoo!

Which is true- she does want a taattoo!

In Toga's mind it's a win win, she gets a tattoo of a knife on her wrist, and she gets information on you!

However she ends up liking you a lot more than she anticipates.

"Ok so what would you like to get?"

"A knife! With blood on it~!"

"Ok sure! Sit down and I'll ask you a few questions and then we can get started."

It starts off well, you two talk a lot, surprisingly hitting it off right away.

That is until your animals decide to come down because you apparently forgot to close your door

although you're convinced they know how to open it yourself

Remi goes ballistic, jumping around the place, bouncing himself off of Toga's lap- It's a wonder you didn't mess up the tattoo

You turn off the machine and apologise to Toga as you round up your pets.

Toga loves them.

"OMG they're so fluffy!"

After that incident Toga tends to stop by more often to see you and your pets.

She may or may not forget her mission for Tomura- which leads to him confronting her while she was with you.

He walks into the shop, ignoring the closed sign (he disintigrated the lock smh)

he hears you and Toga laughing and goes upstairs, furious with Toga.

"Awww, Evangeline listen! Koa is mewoing with me!"

This makes Tomura stop in his tracks. Evangeline?

Why is that name so familar?

He walks in the room with a sense of urgency, no longer angry at Toga.

"Uh oh! Shigaraki I swear I was doing my job but-"

"Tenko? It's nice to see you again!"

Toga and Tomura are silent.

Tenko?

That one name uttered from your lips brings back Tomura's memories of you.

"...Evangeline..?"

Needless to say Toga is very confused.

After some explanations from all of you, you kinda all just sit there and process for a moment.

"Wait.. You were going to kill me?!"

This leads to Tomura and Toga reluctantly explaining their.. ahem.. professions.

Surprisingly, you're chill with it. Toga still comes over often to hang out with your animals you, and sometimes manages to bring a reluctant Tomura with her.

Over the course of a few months, you become acquainted with the entire league, and even gave a few of them some Tattoos.

During that time, you and Tomura rekindled the flame that was once lost, although this time, it burned much brighter.

One day Toga wasn't able to visit, and it was just you and Tomura,

Normally you would find a way to fill the silence but today was.. different.

So, to nulify the awkwardness, you decide to make some tea/coffee/hot chocolate.

Only Remi decides to jump in front of you and causes you to trip. smh.

You fall down the stairs. Oops.

But you're ok! You didn't really hit anything to hard and you braced yourself pretty well.

That doesn't stop Tomura from freaking out though

"Holy shit! Are you alive?"

Tomura rushes to you in an instant, checking over you, while being careful not to touch you with all 5 fingers.

While he's fussing over you, all you can do is stare at him. All you can think about it how he was as a child. How much you adored him- and still do.

So you decide- Fuck it. Now or never as they say, right?

"I had the biggest crush on you when we were kids, and now I am in love with you."

He broke for a second. He thinks you hit your head or something.

"You must be stupid after hitting your head... there's no way you'd feel the same."

Man is so insecure please

"I didn't hit my head Tenko. Please, believe me."

After a few hours of conversation, you come to the conclusion you both like eachother, but you can't tell anyone else.

He can't risk your safety. Being in contact with the league is already dangerous enough.

From there its a slow but steady start.

You eventually both warm up to eachother more and more, regaining that trust from all those years ago.

Tomura gets so worried whenever you injure yourself and brush it off like it's nothing- how are you still alive?

Having said that if anyone makes a comment about your unnatural ability to suppress pain, they will lose a finger or two. Maybe even an entire limb.

He 100% insists on matching tattoos

He's a little bitch while getting it though

Eventually you invest in getting him those gloves woth only 1 or 2 fingers covered so you can hold hands<3

The more comfortable he gets, the more he realises he's very touch starved.

It eventually escelates to him staying over at night and just- cuddling.

You make him feel... stable. Safe.

And that's something he hasn't felt in a long time.

He just hopes he can do the same for you<3

I hope you enjoyed<3

-Strawberry

#tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x reader #tenko x reader #tenko shimura x reader #bnha x reader

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nimuetheseawitch · 2 years

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📓💜

Thank you!

So, I have this whole MASH burlesque AU idea that I call the O Club AU. They all work at the club (and it's called The O Club because that's an excellent joke), and I have some very specific ideas and some very vague ones. I have some roles mapped out (Klinger is in costume design, Hawkeye is a burlesque comic because duh, Radar is probably too young to work there since it's a bar, but he kind of runs everything even though he's really only supposed to be a stage kitten, Mulcahy is an ex-priest who tends bar, etc.), but my favorite part is the background plot for how BJ shows up.

So, we first see BJ as he's answering a literal want ad for a bar back job at the O Club. He's showed up before opening, and he's kind of waiting around with his hands in his pockets until Radar shows up with the keys. Radar is technically not interviewing him, but since he's early, he tells BJ all about the club and basically interviews him as he's going around taking chairs off tables and stuff. And then Hawkeye sweeps in and they hit it off and are flirting a ton and then Hawkeye notices the ring and he mentions he's married, and the story goes from there.

BUT, we start to get some idea that the vague story BJ tells about moving his new family to their town isn't quite right. He helps patch someone up after an incident, and Klinger comments that he could be a seamstress with stitches like those and BJ makes some joke and laughs it off, but Klinger realizes he's not who he's supposed to be and after getting BJ's help on some swindle, they both figure out that the other has a past with organized crime! Klinger lets it be, but eventually Hawkeye finds out the whole story.

BJ and Peg weren't always BJ and Peg, they had different names back in whatever big city they came from where they were both connected to the mob. They were friends but not together, and BJ was a mob doctor. Due to a variety of things (including both of them being queer and Peg being pregnant and wanting out), they turned state's evidence, and when the Feds assumed the baby was his, they went with it. They got married and picked their new names and had a great time not laughing every time the marshals said them and didn't get the sex jokes, and they resettled here to raise Erin. They're learning to coparent and live together and carry their secret and maybe even fall in love a bit. And maybe even do some polyamory negotiations once BJ realizes he can love Peg and date Hawkeye and not blow their cover story.

So, yeah. That story exists and I honestly just haven't figured out how to get going on it. Brings together my love of burlesque (and Alan Alda's childhood) with some ridiculous plot points and all my MASH friends from the TV. Definitely have spent a lot more time figuring out which songs they do routines for than I have organizing plot.

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Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.

#thanks for the ask!#i love sharing these ideas #asked and answered #o club au

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karrenseely · 6 months

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I remember (adding to the confusion)

I remember good things about growing up too.

I remember my mom staying up with me at night when my asthma was really bad, or coming into my room, because she heard me wheezing, and giving me my medication so that I could breathe. I remember posing for a family picture, my sister standing in front of my dad, me standing in front of my mom with her arms around me and feeling so loved at that moment.

I remember being in the hospital for 2 weeks (I think) in kindergarten because my asthma was so bad and being terrified because in that day and age my parents weren't allowed to stay with me. But then my mom coming and giving me a big hug in the morning, and talking about how a girl from my class was in the hospital too with a broken leg, and led me down the hall so I could visit her (albite shyly). [even though we've long lost contact with each other, I still feel it's a bond we both share, she was at the last highschool reunion I went to many years ago as myself and we talked about that time in the hospital.] I remember going to a cabin in the woods in the high country of Arizona with my family in winter. My dad and his friend spent all day making a toboggan run for us in the backyard, and we spent the rest of the day sliding down it, there was so much joy, and when we were done, we went inside and had hot cocoa.

I remember my mom discovering something wrong with my ankle and making sure I got the medical care I needed to fix it. Seeing the orthopedist, getting surgery on the affected bone, and being in a cast for I think 4 or 5 months while they cartilage in my ankle filled in the bone, ...and yelling at me for climbing and standing on a 5ft tall cement wall in a cast... <yes I did stupid things like that, I was a kid>

I remember my mother going to bat for me w/ my first orchestra teacher who lumped me in w/ some major trouble makers that really kept disrupting the whole music class constantly, and saying none of us had any musical talent and it was a waste to try to teach us. (unfortunately, I took this to heart and never did feel like I was as good as other violinists and never really applied myself)

I remember going on a skiing trip with my father to his parents house in Oregon and getting to ski with him every other day for 3 day that week, and just having so so so much fun with him, and having hot cocoa with him and my grandparents one of those evenings as it started snowing outside.

I remember my mom playing the piano, many different times (but the memories are kind of jumbled together) and just loving how well she played. She loved to play Für Elise.

I remember being 3 or 4 in the Aurora Mall sitting in my mother's lap watching a chamber group play and my mom asking me if I wanted to play an instrument as well as they did, and saying yes, I was going to play the violin.

I remember spending time with my dad in the garage helping him and him helping me restore an antique car, and him telling me while I was polishing a bronze engine part that when I was through it would be the prettiest engine ever restored.

I remember being with my mom and trying to decide if I wanted a cabbage patch kid or an optimus prime. I decided on a cabbage patch kid, his name was Tyson. My mom got it for me, and let me bring him with me when we went out and about.

I remember retreating to my room and crying after seeing a sad movie and my father coming in and sitting down next to me on the bed. He asked if the movie made me feel so sad and I nodded. And he talked about why that was normal and that it was ok to cry.

I remember playing barbies with my sister (they were hers) and loving it, and asking to the barbies with her. I loved the clothes, and all the miniature little house items. And spending hours with her at this.

I remember learning to sail with my parents on our catamaran. And then a few years later when we hadn't used it for several years spending time with him so that we could restore it and then taking it out to sail again. I remember asking to do that because I felt like I had grown distant from him. We had a lot of fun with it together.

I remember playing board games christmas day and loving it because it was the only time my father would play games with us. (he wasn't good about losing at games, and rather than subjecting us to his bad moods when he lost, he just wouldn't play) Though I remember the last game of chess I ever played with him, I had not seen the move I could have made to win, and he was relieved, but he also showed me how and why that move would have allowed me to win, he didn't have to do that. He never played again with me after that.

I remember my father teaching me how to ride a bicycle in our backyard in Aurora.

I remember my father building a ski ramp in our front yard in Aurora with the snow so that my sister and I could practice skiing that winter.

I remember my dad learning what a neighborhood bully had done to us, and going out finding him and confronting him, he stopped bullying us so much after that.

I remember going to Camp Notawheeze which was for kids with Asthma, I went there multiple years in a row. I loved it, and was so happy it existed and my parents sent me there, (though the year my sister went to a horse focused girl scout trip I really wanted to go there, I couldn't because I was allergic to horses, and no one let me be the girl I was, I really really wished I could join my sister in the girl scouts. I made do with the boy scouts for a few years, my father even lead our troop one year, but it just wasn't the same, I don't think I made any real friends there likely because they saw the girl parts of me I couldn't completely hide.)

I remember learning about circuits with my father at the Kitchen table while we worked on a science project for the science fair. (He was an electrical engineer)

I remember my mom giving me her warm fluffy nightgown to sleep in and stay warm when I was really sick in first or second grade, and loving it to death, I think i wore that nightgown to bed every night until sometime in highschool when it was too ratty to do so. It was the only time I was allowed to "crossdress" in front of them or anyone else.

I remember my mom took me to the Phoenix symphony concerts, but the one I remember best was when they played Holst's the Planets, I remember hopping and bopping in my seat to the music and the colored lights they used during the performance. It was our time together. (what was really cool is when I was in college I got to play that piece with the UofA symphony as we toured through several cities in Mexico, unfortunately that was after my parents had disowned me, but I absolutely loved it and the fact that we were playing it.)

I remember feeling so loved and supported, and being so confused and so very hurt when things went south after I came out to them.

#childhood trauma #complex ptsd #lgbt #lgbt+#lgbtqia #trans #trans kids #transgender #trauma #Parents #love #childhood #family #families #childhood memories #i remember #KarrenSeely

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rubysunnday · 3 years

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bloody hands | k.b

A/N: this is my first time writing for ye old kazzle dazzle and i'm terrified, lol (i'm also shit at summaries)

Summary: Kaz never feels the need to explain his entire plan. He knows that, whatever happens, it will inevitably go according to plan. But when his plan goes wrong and Y/N is injured, Kaz is suddenly forced to comprehend with the skeletally hand of death once again.

"So, was the gunfire part of the original plan?"

Kaz shoot Y/N a withering look - one that would have anyone in their right mind turning around and running. Y/N just beamed at him.

"No, it wasn't," Kaz replied, glowering at her. "Jesper shouldn't have started so early."

"He's on time," Y/N reminded him.

"For Jesper that's early."

"True."

Y/N and Kaz ducked back behind the wall as bullets whizzed past them smashing into the houses behind them.

"So, we are being fired at because you couldn't be bothered to explain the full plan," Y/N said, trying not to glare at Kaz.

"No, we're being fired at because Jesper's timing is horrendous," Kaz snapped.

Jesper, as if summoned, suddenly appeared at Y/N's side, sliding to a stop on the slippery cobbles. "Right, that's that, then."

Y/N narrowed her eyes. "What -"

She was cut off being a tremendous explosion from inside the warehouse they'd all just being chased out off. Smoke billowed into the air and flames rolled up into the sky. The men who had been firing at them all exclaimed and ran off to the warehouse, leaving the alley empty.

"Well, you could have done that sooner, Jes," Y/N muttered stepping out from behind the wall.

"Well, of course, but then what's the point, love?" Jesper asked, winking at her,

Y/N began to laugh but was cut off as a more gunshots echoed through the street. She ducked and Jesper pulled her behind a barrel as he fired back at the lone gunman, hitting him in the shoulder as he ran off.

"You alright?" Jesper asked, panting. He glanced at Y/N who was nodding, albeit shakily.

"I'm fine," she said, peeking her head over the top of the barrel and slowly standing up. "Nearly died, but I'm fine."

"You didn't nearly die," Kaz drawled, walking over to them.

"We all nearly died, Kaz, all because you can't explain any plan in full detail!" Y/N yelled. "Inej almost got stabbed!"

"But she didn't," Kaz replied, glancing up at the roofs where Inej was inevitably haunting.

Y/N glanced over at Kaz and let out an exasperated sigh. "Would it kill you to actually explain a plan in whole? It would make our lives so - ah."

She cut herself off with a gasp of pain. Y/N lost her footing as she stumbled forward. and Jesper grabbed her, wrapping one hand around her waist, the other snaking around to rest on her back.

"Hey, you ok?" Jesper asked, his dark eyes full of concern as he supported almost the full weight of Y/N.

Y/N glanced down at her side and noticed a dark patch spreading from just under her right breast, staining her waistcoat. She raised a shaking hand to the blood stain and let out a surprised gasp as her hand came away wet with blood.

"Oh."

The sight of the blood on her hand seemed to push her over the edge and Jesper exclaimed as her legs buckled. His grip tightened as he caught her and gently lowered her to the cobbled street, kneeling down with Y/N and putting her head in his lap.

"Inej!" Jesper yelled, unable to see where the Suli girl had vanished too.

Kaz stared as blood dripped onto the cobble stones. His mind was still watching Y/N yell at him for being him. It wasn't meant to happen like this. His grip on the crow's head of his cane was almost crushing and he could feel the tiny, delicate beak cutting into his hand through his gloves.

Y/N was dying because of him.

If he'd told them what his actual plan was or if he'd just told her.

Y/N's hand was pressing against her right side, Jesper's hand covering hers as he helped put pressure on her side. The blood was seeping over both of their hands, staining them red.

Inej suddenly appeared out of the shadows, hurrying over to Y/N's side in silence. She unwrapped her scarf from around her head and began wapping it around Y/N's side as Jesper moved Y/N's shaking hand away from the wound. Jesper carefully lifted Y/N up as Inej meticulously wrapped it around, trying to slow the bleeding.

"We need Nina," Inej said aloud as she tied her scarf in a knot, securing it around Y/N's side. She looked expectantly over at Kaz.

Kaz was clenching his jaw tightly. He forced himself to swallow the fear and the mental image of Y/N lying next to Jordie on the Reaper's barge. "She's at the White Rose. Bring her to the Slat."

Inej nodded. She cast Y/N a worried glance before she climbed up a drainpipe and vanished into the clouds, leaving no sign she'd ever been there except the now bloody scarf around Y/N's side.

"Jesper, your face looks weird without a smile on it," Y/N said softly, her left hand finding his, their fingers entwining.

Jesper forced himself to smile down at her. He smoothed back her hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "Sorry, love."

Y/N's eyes fluttered shut and Jesper moved his bloody hands to either side of her pale face, shaking her as gently as he could.

"Hey, hey, stay with me, love," Jesper said, not so gently, as he tried to keep her conscious.

Y/N blinked her eyes open and looked up at Jesper, the world spinning around her, the buildings around them looking even drunker than usual. "Hey."

"Hey, beautiful," Jesper replied, stroking her cheek with his thumb, both of them choosing to ignore the fact that Y/N's blood was all over Jesper's hands and was now on her face.

Kaz felt a pang of jealously rush through him. Jesper could comfort her and carry her to safety. Inej could hold her hand and hug her. Nina could heal her and touch her without feeling like she was about to pass out.

Kaz wanted to run to Y/N. He wanted to kneel down next to her and hold her hand. But he couldn't. He physically could not force himself to.

As he stared at her, at the woman he'd taken for granted for so long, he just saw her dead, lying on the street like Jordie had. The nightmare spiralled from there as he remembered the Reaper's Barge, the cold, bloated body of his brother. The hands. Drowning in a sea of rotten bodies.

No.

Y/N wasn't dead. She was still alive. She was still awake and wasn't dead.

A small voice inside him added the word yet to the end of his sentence but he refused to listen to it.

"Jesper," Kaz said, his voice rougher and croakier then usual. "We need to move her to the Slat."

Jesper recognised the pain and unfiltered emotion on Kaz's face. It wasn't normal to see his boss so openly show emotion but when Y/N was involved, Kaz was an unknown entity.

The man would never admit to himself that he had feelings for her. Kaz was in denial. He refused to acknowledge the emotions inside him. But he'd taken Y/N for granted. He just assumed she would always be on his left side, walking just behind him.

"Ready?"

Jesper's voice snapped Kaz back to the street and he looked at Y/N, her skin pale and sweaty, her hands shaking. Kaz nodded, gripping his cane tightly.

"Right, love, your knight in shining armour has arrived," Jesper said, a teasing tone to his words that didn't quite reach his eyes.

Y/N chuckled softly as Jesper moved to her side, his arms going under her legs and then around her back. Y/N let out a groan of pain and squeezed her eyes tightly shut as he lifted her up. She dropped her head onto his chest, feeling the warmth radiating from him, the soft material of his coat rubbing against her face.

Kaz's cane clicking against the cobbles was the sound Y/N focused on as Jesper carried her towards the Slat. She wanted to fall asleep, to just close her eyes and burrow into Jesper's jacket for warmth. But Kaz's cane kept clicking and Y/N focused on it, the sound alone reassuring her of his presence.

"Hey, don't doze off on me," Jesper said, glancing down at Y/N as her eyes shut.

"I"m not," Y/N said softly, her eyes opening sluggishly and looking up at Jesper as she re-wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm not."

Jesper squeezed her leg as he noticed her eyes droop slightly, her head dropping back against his shoulder. "No sleeping on the job, Y/N, Kaz will have your head."

Y/N's laugh was weaker and Kaz felt a pang of pain in his chest as he looked over at her. She was dying. She couldn't be dying. But she was dying.

Kaz forced himself to reply, playing along in an attempt to keep Y/N awake. "You fell asleep on a job once, Jesper, and yet you're still here. Unfortunately."

Jesper let out a bark of laughter and Kaz caught Y/N smiling, albeit small. Good.

"We're nearly there, love," Jesper said quietly, spotting the towering, drunkenly slumped shack that was the Slat.

Y/N hummed a response but the blood loss was beginning to hit her. Her sight was speckled by black dots and her ears were filled with a high pitched ringing.

Jesper glanced down at her, noticing her silence ."Y/N, hey, stay with me, darling, we're almost there."

Y/N wanted to reply. She wanted to reassure Jesper, because she could hear the thinly disguised panic in his voice, that she was still with him but she was so tired and her eyes weren't letting her stay awake.

The urge to sleep won over her need to reassure Jesper and her eyes rolled backwards. Jesper felt Y/N's arms slip from around his neck, limply hanging to the sides, as she lost consciousness and felt panic grip his entire being.

Kaz slammed open the door to the Slat and the Dregs loitering around looked up, hands flying to weapons.

"Nina!" Kaz yelled, his voice doing a fairly good job at hiding his fear, his worry, the panic that Y/N was dying.

Nina rushed out the side room and met them halfway across the room, eyes running over Y/N, the blood seeping through Inej's scarf, the blood on Jesper's hands, on Y/N's hands.

"Quickly," she said, ushering Jesper into the room.

There was a table set in the middle of the room and dozens of candles had been lit to provide enough light in the dark room. A large, heavy oak chest of drawers was shoved up against the window and Inej was hovering against the far wall, her eyes locking onto Y/N's body as soon as Jesper carried her into the room.

"On the table, Jesper," Nina ordered, opening a drawer, numerous bottles clinking as she rummaged around.

Jesper gently set Y/N down on the table, carefully laying her down and moving her arms to rest on the wood. He took his jacket off and bundled it up, lifting Y/N's head up and setting the material underneath her head.

Kaz stood in the doorway, hands tightly wrapped around his cane, the metal beginning to cut through his gloves and into his hands. In any of building, in any other city in the world, he would've looked like an omen of death.

He forced himself to stare at Y/N as Jesper helped Nina unwrap Inej's scarf from around Y/N's side.

Kaz shuddered as his mind shoved Jordie to the front, the feeling of his brother's cold, bloated skin against his, drowning him. He was drowning in Jordie; in Y/N dying on the table in front of him.

Nina was muttering to herself as she worked, one hand around Y/N's wrist, the other holding a pile of gauze to her side. Kaz watched her intently and could see her counting Y/N's heartbeat as she tried to stop the bleeding.

Which is why, because Kaz was watching Nina with such intensity, that when Nina paused her muttering and looked down at Y/N, her eyes slowly widening, did Kaz feel his own heart shudder and almost stop.

Nina let go of Y/N's wrist, dropping her hand onto the table. She brought her hands together, her first two fingers overlapping each other, and then brought them down onto Y/N's chest.

It was as if Kaz could hear Y/N's heart slowing down and not speeding up. He watched as Nina repeated her movements, determination and panic and fear written on her face as her eyes welled up.

Kaz swallowed and felt the ocean overwhelming him again. He saw Y/N staring back at him, lifeless and dead just like Jordie. Her beautiful eyes staring emptily back at him, void of life. He'd failed her like he'd failed Jordie. The most important thing in his life was dead.

Inej was frantically praying, clutching her knife, Sankt Alina, tightly. Jesper was still for the first time since he'd carried Y/N in, his eyes red with tears as he stared at Y/N's limp, bloody body.

Kaz took one look at Nina and saw the dwindling hope in her eyes, the tears streaming down her face and turned around, walking out the room, his cane clacking loudly against the floor.

Nina sobbed and repeated her movements one more time, desperately trying to get Y/N's heart to start beating again. She'd saved Matthias in the middle of the ocean, during a hurricane, she could save Y/N.

Nina brought her hands down on to Y/N's chest once more with, perhaps, more force than needed. She kept them there and willed the organ inside her friend to not give up.

To keep going.

Second by second, Nina felt it slowly begin to beat again. Nina kept her hands on Y/N's chest, scared that if she moved even an inch it might stop beating again. Second by second, the colour began to slowly come back into Y/N's skin and Nina sighed, dropping her head in relief.

Inej let out a happy sob and closed her eyes, praying to her Saints once again and thanking them.

"Jesper, come here and wrap her wound, stop making that face, it's a bullet wound, you'll be fine," Nina snapped, glaring at Jesper when he balked at the thought, all thoughts of death and misery gone, their usual banter slowly returning.

Jesper walked around to stand next to Nina and took a clean wad of gauze and drenched it in alcohol. He pulled Y/N's bloody shirt up and gently pressed it to her side. His other hand reached up to Y/N's face and with a clean, damp cloth, he began wiping the dried blood off her skin.

"Oh, Saints, Kaz!" Inej exclaimed suddenly, making Jesper and Nina jump. She flew out the room like a breeze and dashed up the stairs to Kaz's office where he'd inevitably retreated.

Kaz was stood hunched in front of his mirror, his gloves off, his head hung. Inej walked in slowly, making sure to announce her presence by stepping on the creaky floorboard by the door.

"Don't," Kaz said, his voice croaking and Inej realised that he was crying. "Don't say it."

"Kaz," Inej said softly, slowly approaching him.

"No, Inej!" Kaz snapped, whirling around to stare at her. His eyes were red and his hair was a mess and his hands were shaking. "I took her for granted. I never," Kaz took a deep, shaky breath in, "I never told her or even showed her just how much..."

Even now, even when she was dead, he couldn't bring life to the words. They sat dead on his tongue, poisoning him. He hated his brother for making him this way. Hated Ketterdam for being the way it was. He even hated Y/N for being so fucking perfect that he had to fall in love with her. He was a fool so desperately in love that it scared him endlessly.

"Kaz," Inej repeated, slowly, gently, laying a hand on his arm.

The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up but Inej made sure to place her hand on the part that was still covered. Kaz flinched but didn't tell her to remove her hand or move back.

"Kaz," Inej said again. "Y/N isn't dead. She's alive. Nina brought her back."

Kaz turned his head and locked eyes with Inej. He didn't say anything but Inej understood. She nodded, reassuring him that she was being honest.

Perhaps, if Y/N hadn't been around, they would have fallen in love. Maybe it would be Inej he was crying over. Maybe it would have been Inej lying there, injured. Maybe Kaz would have torn the city apart to find the man who had injured her.

But he had Y/N. She was alive, three flights of stairs below, with Nina and Jesper at her side.

"I'll find him," Inej promised, dropping her hand from Kaz's arm and pulling her hood up.

"Leave some for me," Kaz said lowly, his eyes following Inej to the window. "I feel like ripping an eyeball or two out."

Kaz slowly limped down the stairs to Y/N's bedroom. He could hear numerous voices from inside and hesitated outside the door. Kaz Brekker, Bastard of the Barrel, heistated.

"Kaz, just come in already!" Nina yelled from within.

Kaz rolled his eyes and opened the door. "Stop spying on me, Zenik."

"It's difficult not to when your heartbeat is so loud," Nina replied, raising her eyebrows knowingly.

Y/N snorted and Kaz looked at her. She was sat on her bed with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Jesper sat next to her, his arm around her shoulders. Y/N was half leaning on Jesper and half on the wall and looked so alive.

Inej had found the man who'd shot her and, together, they'd ripped the man's eyes out, slit his throat and thrown his body onto the Reaper's Barge. It had helped quell the ghosts threatening to haunt him once again but they hadn't truly abated until Kaz had gotten to look at Y/N and see her talk.

Y/N gave him a smile and Kaz nodded back at her, trying to hide his relief at how alive she looked.

She was alive. She wasn't dead. She wasn't Jordie. She wasn't going anywhere. She was still here, with him, in Ketterdam. And he wasn't going to let her go.

"There's blood on your shoes, Kaz," Y/N said, gesturing to his black shoes with her head, her voice almost startling him.

Kaz looked down and eyed the single drop with distaste. So there was. A single drop. All that was left of the man who'd shot her.

Y/N laughed at the look on Kaz's face. "He looks like he just sucked a lemon," she said to Jesper, albeit loud enough for Kaz to hear too.

"No, that's his normal face," Jesper replied, smirking as he winked at Kaz.

Y/N laughed, throwing her head back. Her hair fell over her shoulder and her eyes sparkled in the dim, orange light of her room. Her laugh was like music to him.

And Kaz Brekker realised with a sudden, painful thud that he was completely and utterly besotted with her.

#shadow and bone #shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone x reader #kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker angst #angst #six of crows imagine #six of crows #six of crows x reader

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metalbuckaroo · 3 years

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505

Summary: "Stay this time."

Warnings: age gap, (reader is 24, Bucky is 38), smut, light praise kink, the slightest hint of a breeding kink (literally mentioned once), angst, 18+ only

AU: Dadsbestfriend!Bucky x Fem!Reader

AN: This is my first time writing for dbf!bucky, hopefully it turned out pretty nicely. I also hope that I did this request justice, it played out a lot better in my head.

This is based on this ask and the song 505 - Artic Monkeys

MASTERLIST

Gif not mine

'Can I come over?'

You stared at the screen of your phone. Thinking over the four words that stared back at you.

Four words that held so much meaning, but, at the same time, didn't mean anything. The ones you told yourself that you wouldn't answer anymore. The last time was just that, the last time.

But, you still wanted more. More of the rush that was Bucky Barnes and definitely more than what he wanted. More than what those four words promised.

A few hours of intoxicating touches, then he was gone; sometimes leaving something of his, so he'd have a reason to come back.

You wanted to say no, it would save you more heart ache if you did. But just the thought of Bucky made you press your thighs together and gnaw on the inside of your cheek.

Just as you had expected when you didn't answer, his face and name lit up the phone; calling this time.

"Yeah?" You said when you answered. "I'm in town and missin' you. Can I come over?" The husky tone of his voice sent a shiver that went straight to your core, only adding to the anticipation. "Yeah, of course." You exhaled

Your stomach churned from the nerves, waiting for the sound of familiar footsteps outside of your apartment door before it was being shoved open by Bucky's shoulder.

"Should really fix that. Safety Hazzard." He laughed, pushing it closed before taking long strides to where you were leaned against the kitchen counter. "Missed ya, sweet girl. You haven't been around all week." He purred, placing two cool fingers under your chin to lift your head; pressing a simple kiss to your lips.

You just stood there, making Bucky pull away with a confused look. "What's wrong? You're usually jumping my bones by now?" He questioned, wondering where the fire in you every time he got you alone had went.

"Stay this time." You said softly, looking at him through your eyelashes. "I can't do that, Sugar. Your dad has a key-"

"He calls before he comes over." You said, cutting him off. "I thought this is what you wanted, just sex."

You shook your head and pushed his hands away from your waist. "No, I want more. But, you don't. That's the problem." You took a step away from him and his arms fell to his sides. "You're dad would kill me. Hell, he will kill me just for the last two months if he finds out."

You could feel the tears burning at your eyes. Even though you knew this is what was going to happen, you weren't truly ready for it to end. Bucky saw the pooling tears and reached out towards you.

"Just leave." You scoffed, shaking your head. "Wh- no, I'm not just gonna leave when you're crying. I-" His tongue jutted across his bottom lip, a hurt look etching across his face. "I'm done, James. I'm not a toy."

"I know you're not... You're not gonna tell your dad are you? He'll have my head on a platter."

You breathed a dry laugh, running a hand through your hair, aggravated with his reactions. "Fuck, no. Do I look stupid? Is that all that's mattered to you this whole time? How my dad would feel about you fucking his daughter? Not how it would make me feel?"

He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't say anything that would stop the tears that were threatening to spill onto your cheeks. "Get out." You ordered, voice shakier than you'd hoped it be.

Bucky nodded, jaw clenched as he gave you what you wanted and jerked the door open, leaving you in silence as the tears fell to your cheeks.

He wanted it, more than anything he wanted to wake up next to you; to take you on real dates. That's why he took every chance he could to be around you, even steal kisses and touches when your dad would be just a few rooms over.

The heartbroken look on your face was all he could think of when he got to his car, fiddling with the keys in his fingers. He couldn't just let you go. He wouldn't.

The walk back to your door felt longer than before, hoping you'd let him back in as he lifted his hand to rap his knuckles against the door.

"I'll stay." He nodded when you opened the door, pushing his way in as he grabbed the sides of your face; his lips engulfing yours in a hungry, messy kiss that made your skin heat up.

Your hands pawed at his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders as he fumbled with his belt. "Really?" You asked, leaning back to look at him. "Yeah, really." He huffed, bending down enough to lift you onto the kitchen counter.

"How could I want anyone else when I've had your sweet pussy, pretty girl." He cooed, tugging your underwear down your legs before shuffling his jeans down. "Just tell me you want it, and I'll give you anything. I'll even fuck a baby into you if it's what you want." He promised, eliciting a whimper from your chest when he buried himself in you with a guttural moan.

You don't think you'd ever truly get use to the stretch his girth caused, bucking your hips to tell him to move as you slipped your hands under his shirt to feel the flexing muscles; your lips attaching to the sweet spot at the base of his neck.

He found a pace that made your head feel fuzzy; short and hard, his tip brushing the sweet spot that was deepest in your walls.

Bucky's head buried in the crook of your neck, warm hand going up your shirt to knead the supple flesh of your breast as he drank in every vulgar sound the relentless thrusts pulled from you.

"Fuck- so close-" you mewled, nails dragging down his abdomen when he jerked your hips further off of the counter; fucking directly into the rough patch that knocked the breath from your lungs and sent you over the edge, stars blurring your vision.

"All mine, no one elses. Ok, sweet girl? No one else gets to fuck you like this." He panted, lifting his head to look at your blissed out face. You nodded, barely able to hear him, let alone answer. "Wanna hear you say it." He grunted through clenched teeth, thrusts becoming sloppy and fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.

"All yours." You whined, the feral look on Bucky's face nearly enough to set you off again. "Gonna cum again already? Can feel your milking me, sugar. Go ahead." He moaned, pressing a finger to your still sensitive clit as he chased his own orgasm with quick thrusts.

"Fuck- fuck, fuck!" You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut as you released around him again. Bucky's hips stilled as he came with a low groan, each twitch of his cock painting your walls with his release; thrusting through both of your highs.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he rested his chin on the top of your head, chests heaving and hearts pounding away as his hand trailed up your back to tangle in your hair; pulling it so you'd tilt your head back.

He had a lazy, yet cocky, smile on his face as he looked at you with hooded eyes. "Just don't tell your dad."

#bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky fic #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky barnes smut #dbf!bucky smut #dadsbestfriend!bucky #dbf!bucky #dadsbestfriend!bucky smut

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hjsraccoon · 3 years

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Smile for the camera! - Ateez camboy au [◉"]

Chapter 1

genre: fanfiction, self-insert, camboy au, non-idol au, smut, fluff ig

pairing: reader x ateez (implied poly relationship ig, we will see later)

!!warning!!: fem!reader (she/her), female anatomy of reader, explicit language, sex, talking about sex, kink discussion, female x male, male x male

(a/n: , the personalities of the boys are propably inaccurate, since i don't know them personally! also, english isn't my first language, sorry for mistakes, hope you enjoy<3)

summary: after a good night spent together with your long term friends, you all find a little suprise when opening your phone. and after a little discussion, you all agree, to just fuck it, and do it.

writing under the cut!!

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-I mean..we're all hot, people should pay to look at us!- Wooyoung said after a while or akward silence.

All nine of you were in the kitchen of your shared dorm. Everyone eyeing their phone with either disbelief or dissapointment.

Your head was still a little foggy after last night. You remembered that you were all drinking a lot, laughing and talking about literally anything and everything. The details weren't too clear, but you recalled the topic of kinks and sex coming up. It wasn't entirely unusual, you all were very comfortable around and known each other for years.

-How the fuck did you all get me to do this?- You looked up at Jongho as he was massaging his temples and talking rather to himself: -How did you all get me to register to a fucking porn streaming site?-

-It just...kind of..happened.- Wooyoung continuited the coversation. He was clearly trying to ease the akwardness of the whole situation: -Plus we talked about this before! Easy money.- He quickly added while nervously smiling back at the younger boy's death glare.

You put down the mug you were holding on the table and looked up from your phone finally to face the black and white haired boy.

-Yeah, but i didn't really think that we will actually be doing this.- you said.

-I mean, i was serious when i talked about this, but this is kind of sudden.- San said, also looking up at Wooyoung.

-Me too, but what the fuck, i wasn't expecting this to be the first thing i see on my phone after puking my guts out.- Hongjoong sighed as he was looking around, waiting for your reactions.

You followed his gaze and looked around at your friends. Your eyes settled at Yeosang, who was still starting at his phone with a confused expression. He was poking something on the screen when suddenly his mouth fell open with a gasp: -Guys....uh..-he said, staring at his phone with his mouth hanging wide.

-What is it?- Seonghwa asked with slight worry in his tone, finally also looking up from his phone, just like the rest of the boys.

-I uh..might have some dickpics on the internet that i don't remember taking.-

A moment of silence, then the noises of moving chairs and feet on the cold floor filled the room. Yunho and Wooyoung both quickly stood up and moved to the blonde haired boy, still staring in disbelief.

-Show me!- Wooyoung said loudly, earning a confused and lowkey judging look from the two oldest.

-What the fuck, no!- Yeosang replied, almost yelling as he slammed his phone screen down on the table. He wasn't paying enough attention though, because the next moment, Yunho's quick hands grabbed the phone and he looked at the screen.

-Uhm Yeosang...?- he asked, while running his fingers throught his blue locks nervously. You looked up at the tall boy and couldn't help, but notice the small red patches forming on his cheeks.

-Yeah? You got a problem with my dick?- he answered, with slight sarcasm in his voice.

-..both of your hands are in the picture..who the hell took these?-

Another moment of silence fell on you, but right after, all of you got up in almost the same secound and rushed over to Yunho to look at pictures. Yeosang just stared at you with a slightly offended expression, which quickly changed to a flustered, blushing one when he finally realised what you all were staring at.

-Shit, i think it was me, my feet is in the picture.- said Wooyoung, scratching the back of his neck while looking up at the boy with an innocent smile.

-Don't look at me like that bitch, why were you taking pictures of my cock?!- the blonde boy yelled, with suprisingly not much anger in his tone while also standing up to face his best friend.

You weren't paying all your attention to the arguament, because your eyes and focus was still on the pictures. You have been friends with all of them for a long time, especially the two, now almost screaming boys, but you have never seen something this intimate from them. Your toughts started racing, remember what has happened between you all before.

You were pretty sure all of you had made out with each other at some point, and often shared kisses and cuddling. But as you were aware, nothing more happened between you all than some innocent teasing and flirtng.

Your mind focused back to the screen as you began to examinate it more while feeling your cheeks turn hot. You looked at all his length, and found yourself lightly biting the inside of your lips. You never denied that you found your dear friends very attractive, even hot. But now, seeing more of one of them, it made you feel flustered.

Seonghwa was standing behind you, looking over you. He must have noticed your focused face and thinly pressed lips, because he suddenly lifted your chin with his long fingers and gently turned your head up, and towards himself.

-Why are you staring so hard, hm, y/n?-

You tried to snap out of your frustration and rather filthy toughts as you looked up into his eyes. However, now you were flustered for an entirely different reason. His dark, almost black eyes had an unusual glow to them, almost hungry. It wasn't an entirely unusual sight, you have seen him look at both Hongjoong and you like this a few times, yet it still sent shivers down your whole body in that moment.

His body was slightly pressed against your back, and you could swear you felt something hard brushing against your ass.

You collected yourself as much as you could and tought about a reply quickly, trying not to get exposed about your toughts:

-I tought it would be bigger.- you said, and finally gave your full attention to the two boys still standing like they're ready to go at each other's throats. This sentence earning a small laugh from the pink haired boy.

Yeosang jerked his head at your direction.

-Excuse me, it will be big when it's up your ass, you little..!- he said loudly. You burst out laughing, just like the rest of the boys. These kinds of comments weren't unusual, but still, you felt your stomache dropping a little.

As you all settled down a little, Hongjoong spoke up again:

-I mean..we all wanted to do this for a while now, maybe we just needed the alcohol to finally do it.- he said, looking around and his gaze meeting some nodding heads.

"..I'm in, i think i will continuite with this. It seems fun, plus we can finally get out some of our..frustration" he added with a slight smirk, his eyes darkened a little.

-Me too.- San said while still nodding, the movement causing his red locks to fall in his eyes. The rest of the boys and you also nodded, agreeing quietly.

Another long moment of silence followed this, but it wasn't akward at all this time, more like, it was filled with pure tension, which was obvious to all of you. You were all sharing gazes, and you would be lying if you said it didn't make your core tighten. Everywhere you looked, you were met with hungry eyes, feeling like they were eating you up with looks. They were almost burning on your skin, but at the same time, all this attention made you feel quite excited.

-So...who wanna fuck for some money?- Wooyoung broke the silence once again, staring at you all while a playful smirk appeared on his lips.

-You aren't even trying to hide how horny you are at this point, dude.- San said while aggressively stroking the boy's hair.

-I mean, why would i?- he looked up at the red haired boy, still smirking. -You know how long i wanted to fuck you all?-

His sudden confession must have suprised you all, because all of you seemed to stop in motion for a secound.

-Fair enough.- Mingi spoke up, pushing his dark brown hair out of his face. -I've been friends with you for, what, seven years now? And the moment i became aware of my dick, i wanted to sleep with y'all.- he said, licking his lips and looking around for your rections. As he was met with slightly blushing faces and hungry looks, his lips formed into a smug smile, seemingly being satisfyed with your reactions.

Your toughts started racing again upon hearing two of them say what you've been thinking for years now. All the little moment that has turned you on in the past years, now came back from the back of your mind.

Like when at a sleepover, you and Wooyoung were cuddling in a position similar to missionary, his bodyweight rested against yours, pressure applied at some points on your body, as his head was rested in the crook of your neck.

Or when you were all going to the beach, so some of you had to be seated in each other's laps. You ended up in Seonghwa's lap, and every time the car passed on an uneven road, he would hold you closer to him by your thights and waist.

Or anytime Yunho would hug you from behind, pressing his body to yours, anytime Mingi would attack your neck with kisses and love bites out of the blue. Every single time Hongjoong would praise you, "good girl" after you did something he asked you to.

Or when San would hold deep eye contact with you, his gaze tavelling from your eyes to lips and back. Anytime Jongho would slap your ass or thights when you said something to tease him. Or everytime Yeosang would have a hand around your neck, slightly applying pressure as his lips locked onto yours.

All these moment and none of you admitted to it for years. You were chewing on your nail a little and looked around to see your friends lost in their toughts, just like you were moments ago.

-But i think we should check our profiles again, because..my name choice is very questionable.- Jongho said, getting all your attention while looking back at his screen: -Fucking CocoNut...-

You all let out some laughs as you looked through your usernames.

-Mine is MulletDaddy, i'm never making a descision while drunk again.- Hongjoong said burying his face in his palms.

-Accurate.- Yunho laughing while slightly tilting his head back and patting his hyung's back.

-Oh shut up, mine is fucking PussyDestroyer69.-

-Oh my fucking god, Mingi!-

#ateez smut #ateez fanfic #ateez fluff #hongjoong #jeong yunho #seonghwa #yeosang #choi san #ateez mingi #wooyoung #jongho #ateez female addition #raccoon's writings✒️

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trueshellz · 3 years

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Day 22: Akaashi + orgasm control

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Warnings: orgasm play, toy use, kissing, neck biting, soft dom!Akaashi, female reader fingering, pet names (baby, pretty girl, good girl)

Summary: Stressed out Akaashi knows exactly how to make himself feel better...

Nothing was going right.

The drawings weren't working.

The dialogue was odd.

And he was sick of seeing the same character over and over again.

His eyes were starting to hurt too, a small pain behind his left one running up to his temple.

Sighing, Akaashi placed his glasses down on the desk before stretching, long arms above his head making his t-shirt rise up until the faint ridges of his six pack showed. The line of his Adonis belt towards his grey joggers sitting low on his hips, feet bare as he rose and padded over to the living room where you were laying on your stomach scrolling through your phone. A small smile on his face as his fingers traced a line from your ankle to your thigh making you jump. Grabbing your ankle when you tried to kick him, laughing at your reaction when you squealed and tried to move away.

"Keiji! That tickles!"

Kicking your legs out again, giggling when his hands found your legs and tugged them until you were on the edge of the sofa. His body meeting yours as he leaned over you, mouth meeting the sensitive skin of your neck as he started to kiss and nibble there. Your giggles suddenly turning into moans, small breathy sounds as he left heated areas on your skin. Hips tilting upwards as he ground down on you, you could feel the fabric of his joggers against the inside of your thighs.

"So responsive, baby. You moan so pretty for me, huh? My pretty baby, bet you're already wet for me too huh? You gonna let me touch you? Hmm? Gonna make me feel better after my bad day."

Leaning back, Akaashi glance down you laying under him. Clothes askew from his wandering hands, hair failing out of your ponytail where you had your head thrown back. Lips bitten and red from your teeth and, when he ran a finger between your legs, your pussy soaked and dripping from his kissed. He couldn't help but push two fingers inside you, curling them immediately when your body moulded around him, thumb finding your clit as he started to rub it in small circles. Lips meeting yours in a wet kiss, tongues meeting as he licked into your warm mouth, your hand grabbing his wrist to stop when he began moving them fast.

"No, wait. Keiji. I can't. Keiji... please."

"Shh. You can. You can, baby, because I said so. Just let go, ok? Shhh. Relax."

A whine when he stopped completely, fingers pressed against your g-spot incessantly, you tried to close your legs against the intrusion. Mouth leaving his as you bit his bottom lip in annoyance, lips turned down when he simply grinned at you. His fingers scissoring open and closed, not enough to make you cum but you could feel the stretch as he opened you up further. Your hands finding his t-shirt and tugging it up slightly so you could palm his hard dick, a small wet patch on the front of his joggers with precum. You had barely got to the waistband when he started moving his fingers again, jumping and letting out a small squeal as he thrust them in and out hard until you couldn't help but cum. Hands gripping his shoulders, legs trembling as the wet sounds echoed through the living room and Akaashi fucking you through it.

"Good girl. Such a good girl for me, baby. Shh. That's it. Eyes open now. Lemme see those eyes, good girl."

"No, wait-"

Barely having any reprieve, another finger added making you whine again and grab his t-shirt. Fingers still moving inside your pussy as he kissed you mouth and neck again, licking the sweat gathered there from his actions with a groan when he felt you clench around him again. A low chuckle when you tried pushing him away, words of 'no more', 'too much' and his name all garbled as another orgasm zapped through your body. This one stronger than the first one, hands gripping his neck as you pulled him for a kiss only to sob into his mouth.

"Keiji... please. I can't. Oh my god."

"Just a little more, ok? I just wanna feel my pretty girl come undone for me again."

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antiherocorner · 3 years

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They won’t dare to bother you anymore...

(This is my first Niki Lauda x Reader fic ever, and my second fanfic in general, ever... English is still not my native language, sorry for the mistakes in advance... I wrote this in one sitting, because I got inspired by my one and only @mymagicsuitcase and her Niki Lauda headcanon... The giving you their jacket one... I read it... Loved it... And this happened... Enjoy <3 )

WARNINGS: little drinking, little swearing, possibly smoking, Hunt is a dick, Lauda is a sweatheart (maybe went a little OOC, I’m not sure... I tried not to but... yeah), Reader is female, no name or y/n is mentioned

Word: 1,7k~

You were excited, but a nervous wreck as well, at the same time.

You met Niki at a party of one of the other F1 drivers’. A friend of yours had been a good friend of him, whom owned the place, and they dragged you along, quote “You’re gonna die alone, come on! They are interesting people, and you would be just bored in your house!”. So, yeah. That’s how you found yourself leaning to the wall, beer in hand, in a massive living room, observing people in front of you. You weren’t that good in F1, you had been watching it on the TV and following some news, but you were sort of a rookie in that field. You knew some names, especially the ones which were everywhere, either after achieving something big, or having a huge rivalry. Such as Hunt and Lauda. As you were deep in your thoughts, you didn’t see that one of the mentioned drivers was looking directly at you. Also leaning to the wall with a drink in his hands, his curly locks loosely hugging his face, some have escaped from the others, and were fallen in front of his forehead. He thought you looked beautiful in those red dress of yours with a black leather jacket. Even though you looked very awkward and uncomfortable, clearly you felt that you didn’t belong there and looked like that as well, still. There was something in you which captivated him. Like you had power, but you didn’t want to waste it on something, or someone. You didn’t want to just use it randomly. You even looked mysterious. He wanted you. Only to himself. And although it entertained him greatly, that how you slipped away ever so slightly from anyone who came near you, and a visibly pain started to form on your face, like the whole world’s problem was on your shoulder, the temptation to save you from the situation, to wanted to know who you were, was way more stronger. Just as he launched himself of the wall with the foot that was rested on it, he froze in his steps. Someone else was more agile. And forward. And loud. Also drunk.

- Hey, hey, hey! Why is that, that a beautiful woman like you just standing next to a wall at a party? - startled you the one and only, James Hunt, leaning on the wall directly next to you.

- Omm… It just… I’m not a party people I guess… - you answered slightly taken back, shyly.

- Then why are you here, my lady? - he smelled like all kinds of alcohol and cigarette.

- A friend of mine brought me here… - you started but you were cut off immediately by him.

- Really? I should thank them, they brought you to me, a stunning woman who…

- That’s enough, Hunt. You’re clearly making her uncomfortable. Leave her alone. - A hand grabbed Hunt’s shoulder, and you snapped your head to the direction of whom it might be.

- What? You want her to yourself?! Lauda… Go away, I was here sooner!!

- You’re drunk. There are plenty of ladies who would kindly do anything you say so. Now fuck off. - He didn’t want to start a fight, but he wanted to sound demanding. He really wanted him to piss off.

- Jesus… - and just like that, without a word hi was gone.

You stared at the leaving figure for a couple of seconds before you looked at the other driver in the eyes and realized he was already looking at you, like he was searching for something.

- Are you alright?

- Yeah, I think so… Thank you, Mr. Lauda. - you said shyly.

- Oh please, call me Niki. - the corner of his mouth twitched up a little.

- Thank you… Niki. - you said again, with a slight blush - I think I should go… I don’t want to start more drama, and I have already stayed more than I am comfortable with… My friend will be fine, I just get a taxi or something… - you trailed off, halfly speaking to him, halfly just thinking out loud - I shouldn’t have come… - you added quietly, but he picked it up.

- Wait! Please… Come out with me to the balcony… Get some fresh air. You look a little bit railed up, I don’t want you to leave alone like this, to be honest. - he tried so say it as casual as possible, but he really was worried for you. A little bit. Maybe. He didn’t want to admit it to himself either.

You didn’t know what to say, so without thinking you just nod slightly and let him led you towards the balcony. As you passed by the dancing figures of the party, you felt Niki’s hand touch the lower of your back. He didn’t want to startle you more than this, he just wanted to make sure that no one could bump into you, and you could get to the damn balcony as soon as possibble. Well, that’s what he said to himself in that moment, that was the reason why he touched you, surely. He relaxed a little bit, when you weren’t complaining. And you certainly weren't planning to. On the balcony you just chatted for a while. You told him your name, why you were there, your job, little things like these. In exchange he told you about himself, his job, and how this season was going for him, his plans for the remaining time of the race. You also told him that you followed his race, the whole season, but you didn’t know everything, or rather didn’t understand everything. You liked cars, but you were no mechanic. There were a whole two weeks until the next race, which took place in the city. He offered you to go with him to his garage the next day. He could show you some stuff which might interest you. He also offered you to drive you home if you still want to leave, so you didn’t have to take a taxi or worse. You weren’t sure why, you just met this man, but there was a spark between the two of you. You said yes to him. For both things.

And now here you were, awkwardly standing at the Ferrari’s garage. During the last 2 weeks, you got to know Niki pretty well. You met him nearly everyday, either in his garage, talking to you while patching up the car, or taking you out to drinking. You weren’t together or anything. But you did liked him. A lot. You could see how he was sometimes stubborn and quick-tempered, but with you, he was way more softer. Although he rather did not show this side of him to anyone else. It was only for you. He wanted you to come to this race, but he didn’t want to drag you into any kind of gossip, which was very common in the F1 family, so you came here alone, he was already here. He got you a full-pass, so you could come to his garage, without anyone stopping you. You couldn’t see him yet, so you just stood there, out of the way of everyone. You felt a hand on your back.

- Well, well, isn’t that the beautiful lady from the that party? You missed me? - fuckin’ Hunt.

- I’m not here for you, Hunt. - you tried to say it as cold as humanly possible.

- Are you mad about our drunk incident? Look, let’s talk about that… - he stepped a few inch closer to you, as you would have liked it, trying to intimidate you.

- Get off her before I run you over with my car. - Niki appeared out of nowhere, his eyes were shooting lightnings. If looks could kill...

- Whoa, easy there Lauda. You really came here for him? - Hunt looked at you in disbelief - You have an interesting taste… - he trailed off as he walked away, again, no more words, grinning to himself.

Niki went to go after him to hit that grin off of Hunt’s face, but you grabbed his arm.

- Calm down, it’s okay. You have to concentrate on the race. Don’t let him get under your skin. - you tried to reason him, and it seemed to work. You had his full attention.

You only noticed it now, that in his free hand there was a jacket, a red one, just like his suit. He freed himself from your grasp, and showed you the back of the jacket. NIKI LAUDA was printed on it, with huge letters. Without letting you say anything, he grabbed it, and put it over your shoulders. He carefully fixed it, so it looked good on you.

- What’s this for? - you smiled, you liked the jacket that was given to you by him.

- Just to show everyone who you support, so they won’t dare to bother you anymore. - ha said casually, grinning proudly.

- Okay - you laughed - I am only here to only support you.

- Good. - he beamed at you.

You heard a voice calling for attention. The drivers had to get into their cars. Niki was ready to go but before he could have left you, you stepped on your tiptoes, put one of your hands on the side of his face, and gave a little peck on the other side.

- I’ll be waiting for you right here. Fuck Hunt up. - you whispered into his ear.

You moved back, but Niki quickly took a hold on you, before you went to far from him.

- I might be in love with you… Can I take you out to a dinner? - he asked with the biggest grin you had saw on him.

- As a date?

- Yes. - he said with confidence.

- Only if you win… - you smiled mischievously.

- Deal. - he returned the same smile.

He let go of you and stormed to his crew and car. He jumped into his car and put on his helmet. Before he closed of its lid, he looked at you last time. You locked eyes and he winked at you. You blushed deep, but kept smiling as he drove off to the track.

This is gonna be a good day...

#daniel brühl #daniel bruhl #niki lauda #niki lauda x reader #niki lauda x you #rush 2013

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The Ocean

Here we go with a new request for my 5k event! Anon asked for a drabble for Caspian with the prompts :

2. "Don't worry, it's just a scratch… OUCH!"

26. "I'm the luckiest though. I have you."

This is a lot of fluff, just cute fluff… I hope you like it :)

Pairing : Caspian x reader

Word Count : 1898

Caspian's love for the sea was not a secret. You were aware of the nickname given to the king. The Seafarer. And that name made by the men under his command, and since adopted by all in the Kingdom, took roots in a true trait of his character. The ocean was just as much his lover as you were, in a way, to the point where you sometimes were a little jealous of the oceanic waves. He sometimes stood on the edge of a cliff, staring at the horizon where two hues of blue met and mingled, without moving a muscle for hours on end. You could read it in his expression every time he was on a boat, by the way his features lit up and his eyes glimmered while the wind batted his hair against his cheeks that he was home. That he was where he belonged, more so than on any throne, more so than in any divine hall of stone, more so even than riding with you through the forests of Narnia as leaves cracked and shivered under your horses' hooves. No, the place that felt like home to him was the ocean.

You couldn't fight his love for the moody waters, and couldn't temper his passion for the salty waves. You had given up on this attempt a long time ago, before you and Caspian even got married. It made him happy, after all. And even if the sea was a treacherous companion, there was little you could do against such a passionate love.

Caspian was well aware of your worry every time he left for the sea, but he always promised he would come back to you, and in his mind there was no doubt that he would. He had never broken a promise made to you - or anyone else, for that matter – and he intended on keeping his word once more.

He hoped that one day you would look at the sea with a friendly eye instead of one of rivalry, but it was difficult for you to share his excitement for the deep waters. It was difficult for you to see anything else in the waves than a force trying to take your husband away.

But you loved him too much, and whenever he was home, you walked down the length of the beach of white sand that ran along the cliffs of Cair Paravel. In the distance, the harbour protected the boats during the low tide, and the purple and golden sails of the Dawn Treader glimmered under the bright sunlight. You remained at a fair distance from the busy port though, seeking with your husband some private time to share, filled with tenderness and breathy giggles, with shy touches of fingertips and stolen glances. You had been married for several years, and yet, you still felt giddy whenever he was around, and his heart still skipped a beat whenever he laid eyes on you. You knew that you were lucky, both of you were well aware that this kind of love was rare, even more so for people of power like the two of you. There must have been someone looking after both of you with magical powers in their hands to guide the two of you on the same path. Caspian always said that Aslan himself must have made sure you found each other, and you had to agree.

You were walking down the beach over the edge of the water, your ankles kissed with the salty water slowly crawling up the sand, the tide rising once more to claim back what was its own kingdom, untamed and wild. Caspian was carrying your shoes and his, his other hand tenderly holding yours. It was warm on this summer afternoon, and Caspian had left his coat in Cair Paravel, choosing to leave for a walk with only a white shirt with large sleeves puffing around his muscles and letting the fabric open upon the upper part of his chest. The medallion you had offered him as a protective token the first time he went off to sea after your marriage was still hanging around his neck, the golden circle moving across his chest with each step he took. His long dark hair was messed with the wind, the light getting caught in his long eyelashes and the beard covering his cheeks. His eyes, so dark, showed a little bit of brown under the bright sunlight instead of their inky usual shade. He looked soft, domestic, so different from the kingly demeanour he had to wear in the castle. Instead, he was just your husband, and you couldn't refrain an enamoured smile to grace your lips at the sight.

The bottom of your dress was drenched with salty water and clung to your calves, but you didn't care. Caspian's brown trousers were wet too, patches of darker shades of fabric marking where the waves had climbed up his legs. You knew several dignitaries who would have been shocked by the King and Queen of Narnia behaving so mundanely, but none of you minded, as you simply enjoyed each other's company. When the two of you were alone, it was so easy to just be yourselves.

You reached a patch of golden rocks emerging from the water where seagulls rested after their long flights. Thanks to the low tide, the beach reached the rocks carved into sharp shapes by thousands of years being beaten by the waves. Caspian's eyes lit up at the sight.

"Would you mind a bit of adventure, my love?" he asked, a mischievous smile brightening his handsome features.

"What do you have in mind?" you asked back, yours eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Follow me."

You could have tried to fight back and pull him back towards you instead of following him as he hurried towards the rocks, but there was no need to delay the obvious. You would end up yielding anyway.

You let him guide you to the rocks, and you climbed on top, Caspian helping you up and giggling every time he had to catch you as you lost your balance. You spent some time staring at the seaweeds that covered the rock, and the tiny pools carved in that hid tiny crabs that ran away when you came too close. You looked for seashells on the edge of the water, and laughed as Caspian came too close to the edge and was drenched by a particularly strong wave, his shirt now clinging to his body, the fabric turning from white to see-through. His hair dried quickly under the warm sun though, tangling in the wind.

He chased you around with seaweeds in his hands, trying to put them on your head, and you laughed so hard you could barely breathe.

It was a perfect afternoon, really, and for a moment, you weren't so angry and jealous of the sea. Caspian had a gift to make you forget about everything else in the world but your love for him. Until your husband, in a clumsy step, slipped onto some seaweed and fell head first across the rock.

You heard him letting out a loud grunt as he hit the ground, and you hurried back to him, crossing the few steps that separated the two of you, all traces of laughter now gone from your features.

"Darling! Are you okay?" you asked with worry oozing from your every words.

"Yes," he nodded, sitting up. "I'm fine, just…"

You kneeled by his side, noticing that he was holding his forehead.

"Let me see," you ordered, and Caspian didn't even think about arguing.

As you pulled his fingers away, a gush of blood ran down the side of his face. But you quickly saw that it was nothing serious. You cut a piece of your dress to press the fabric against his forehead, but Caspian rolled his eyes, trying to wipe the blood away with the back of his hand.

"Don't worry, it's just a scratch… OUCH!" he jumped as you forcefully pressed the clothe against his cut.

"Don't start arguing with me. You hit your head pretty hard."

"It is really nothing to worry about, my darling. Just a little cut. I have seen much worse."

"Don't remind me!" you scolded him.

He rolled his eyes with a cheeky smile.

"You are adorable when you get worried about me. I like it."

"If you want me to take care of you, dearest, I would advise you to watch your words!"

"It is nothing, love."

"We should go back to the castle, clean your cut properly," you ignored him.

"Not yet," he complained. "We still haven't seen the sunset!"

"Caspian, you're hurt…"

But he took your wrist in his hand, pulling your hand away from his forehead, before guiding it to his lips to drop a tender kiss to your pulse on the inside of your wrist. His wound had stopped bleeding already, and now that you could properly see the damage, you had to admit it was nothing serious, a little scratch that would be gone in a week or so.

"I am fine. It's nothing. Let's stay a little longer, please," he asked with begging eyes you knew you would be unable to refuse anything to. "You promised we would watch the sunset together tonight. So, let's stay. Please, stay."

He pulled you closer and closer until he could kiss your lips, making you forget everything about the world around you, goosebumps running up your arms and making your knees shake under you.

"Please, stay," he asked one more time, knowing he had won already, knowing that after such a kiss, he would have broken your will for anything else but your desire to stay in his arms like this.

You heaved a sigh, resting your forehead in the crook of his neck and running your fingers through his messy hair.

"You're lucky you have good arguments in your favour," you yielded, making both of you laugh.

He hummed in agreement, tightening his hold on you and pressing you to his chest as you sat down and got comfortable in his arms.

"I am the luckiest though. I have you," he added, looking down at you before dropping a chaste kiss into your hair, making you smile and close your eyes, relishing in his wooded scent and the steady beating of his heart under your palm.

Caspian's eyes moved back to the sea, resting once more onto the untameable waves, and the infinite possibilities that laid over the horizon. Lands to discover, and monsters hidden, and so many people waiting on the other side. So many mysteries to uncover.

Caspian was well aware people sometimes called him Seafarer. Sometimes, his own men claimed that the ocean was his true home, that he belonged there, on the sea. That instead of a castle, he belonged on a boat. Caspian never paid too much attention to these words, and he never bothered correcting all those that thought the sea was his real and true love, the place he felt truly himself, that the ocean was his home.

Because he knew where his home was. He held it in his arms now.

You were his home. And no matter where the sea would try to take him, he would always come back to you in the end.

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ (ch.1 | feenin')

—𝑶𝑵𝑬.

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Frenzied cheers buzzed throughout the raving auditorium, the basketball’s reverberating bounces against the slick court floor adding onto the thrill. This match was nothing but hyped, but in a good way so.

The sports chants of the college goers sounded rather foreign to you, since it wasn’t like you attended Stohess University anyway. The fellow audience around you were at the edge of their seats, hailing their team’s basketball players as the raving shouts began to sound borderline intoxicating. So much so that you couldn’t help but clap along to another school’s anthem.

“Havin’ fun?” Marco questions, the corners of his mouth upturned into a smile that showcased his quirky dimples. You beamed right back at the freckled male, plush lips curved into a grin of your own.

It all seemed trivial, just a friendly collegiate basketball match that your friends Jean and Marco had invited you to free of charge, but it was all the break you needed from your own studies and more.

“Hell yeah I am,” you chuckled in reply, “but you know what’d make it better?”

His doe brown eyes flitted between you and the vibrant box of candy in hand, which was seemingly low in supply after you and him dipped your hands in for a bite a countless number of times.

“A refill on these, yeah?” His claims were just as what you were thinking, earning your brief nod of agreement. Marco subtly shook the snackbox within his hold, the spare pieces left beginning to rattle around with the motion.

“You read my mind, Coco,” you grinned, rising up from your reserved seat with spare cash stuffed into your back pocket. “I’ll be right back, ‘aight?” He sends you a brief smile in compliance.

“Get the sour patch this time!”

“You got sour patch money..?”

He pursed his lips momentarily, unsure as to whether you had been joking or not. “M’just messing ‘round with you, Coco,” you snickered with a teasing grin, slipping a hand into your pocket to retrieve the few bucks. “It’s on me.” Was all you said before making your way through the crowded stands, descending down stair after stair.

“It’s only the first game of the season, and our pride and joy, the Stohess Scouts, are already dominating tonight’s guest competitors!” the commentator boomed through the mic, their voice adding onto the various noises that filled the gymnasium. “We’re calling for a halftime, but let’s keep our fingers crossed that Kirschtein can pull through with a fair amount of two-pointers by the upcoming final quarter—“

The mentioned name of your close friend makes you beam with pride, content that your Jeanie was the star of the show. You set eyes on the brunette from where you stood, who was now making his way to the sidelines for a desperately needed and duly earned swig of water, his light brown hair in a disarray of stray strands fraying out from underneath the simple hairband you’d given him a while back.

You eagerly began to flit down the stands to reach him, striding past the poor row of benched players, from the injured to the water boy.

Jean eventually takes notice of your arrival and instantly beams, subtle puffs of air leaving his agape lips after all the running and dribbling and such that came with game day.

The first thing you do is taunt upon your arrival,“Y’all had better win, Jeanie.”

As always, Jean only smirks. “You doubting that I won’t bring that trophy home, Pookie?” you playfully grimaced and let out a stifled laugh over the somewhat embarrassing nickname— one that you made up when the pair of you were seven, and it's the same one that he’s been holding onto for all these years, even at nineteen.

“Well, I’d be lying if I said you aren’t lookin’ pretty damn promising out there,” your reply is genuine, the soft grin that you display causing Jean to display one of his own. It was an affable, never ending cycle— you’d tease and he’d do it right back, until the both of you would laugh over it and depart with a brief smile.

“M’getting snacks, I’ll be back before the breaktime ends, okay?” Kirschtein briefly nods in compliance, sending a few adjusting tugs to the white basketball sleeve hugging his bicep before departing with the sharp squeak of his shoes sprinting against the court floor.

Once again, you find yourself strolling past every individual seated on the benches. You’re speed-walking alongside them, anticipating to retrieve a couple snacks for you and Marco, until something— Someone catches your eye.

It was brisk and almost too sudden, but flashes of green meet your line of vision. You managed to make out the blur of thick brows, long dark hair having been thrown into the messiest attempted bun, a modest, charming smile, and a pair of turquoise irises that seemingly peered into your own with an intensity that made you take it personal. Yet, you hardly even caught a good glimpse of their face, whoever they were.

You passed by said person a good thirty seconds ago, already pushing your way past the double doors and over to the vending machines stationed along the semi-populated hallway, but that striking gaze was still heavily implanted within your mind.

Hazy green-grey eyes, you recalled, accompanied with them shooting you the briefest grin just as you whisked by. Though, as recent as it was, that was all in the past now.

You glance around to see a decent handful of people here to buy food of their own, being perched at other vending machines. The snack-wielding contrivance before you isn't drawing much attention and doesn’t have an awaiting crowd standing around for a bag of potato chips, so you withdraw the dollars from your back pocket and attempt to straighten them out a bit before inserting them into the slot.

“Wow,”

This sudden breathy gasp from a “random whoever” is something that you take notice of, but it isn’t enough to rip your attention away from your scavenge for Marco’s sour patch. To their dismay, you do nothing but continue with what you came to do. In your opinion, whoever that was had been getting a bit too close for comfort..

Albeit the evident way you choose to ignore, another whistle resounds, along with an unpleasantly suggestive hum. It sounds somewhat louder, and it seems much closer than before. You can’t help but tear your gaze away from slot E7 and look up, since it seems so directed towards you.

You've hardly turned around before being met with the abrupt presence of a stranger uninvitingly looming beside you, the man’s beaming grin seeming sickeningly sweet. Almost too approachable.

“Oh, I’m sorry to pop up out of the blue,” his apologies come out within a chuckle, and as inviting as he attempts to seem, your brows only furrow. “—but you really caught my attention!” He was greatly unfamiliar to you, some white male around your age with shaggy auburn hair and chestnut colored eyes in contrast. Despite his subtle charm, you weren't growing a liking to him and his stupid little smile.

“Oh,” You muse with a dull hum, pursing your glossed lips before releasing them with a slight pop, “Did I really?” His nod is too enthusiastic, and you hardly try to cover up the mug-like expression that overtook your features, eyes grazing across his plain face uninterestedly. You promptly slide the dollars right back into your pocket, “Nice to know. Can you mind your own now?”

“Wait! I'm not meaning to be a bother, but.. I don’t see girls like you around much..” You're instantly encased with a shiver of deep cringe, one that annoyingly scurries up your spine and makes your lip twitch into a vexed glower.

You emitted the most exaggerated huff, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, all the while glancing at the sheen glass of the vending machine to see your own reflection. It was plastered all across your face, yet this dense-ass man still couldn't get it; you were pissed-off.

Great. You internally groan, Another snow roach who thinks I’m exotic.

“I really appreciate how different you look,” Was he really still rambling on, despite knowing damn well that you were growing uncomfortable? Or maybe, he was just an utter dumbass and couldn't take the painfully obvious hints.

“You wanna know what I’d appreciate, hm?” You say sharply, taking a swift inhale through your nose, “If you left me alone.”

Your smooth, placid voice was the first thing that Eren heard when he trotted into the hallway, that of which sounded dulcet and intriguingly accentuated, but more annoyed than anything else. He turns the corner and is met with the sight of a bastard that looked too smug for his own good, and a girl, such a pretty girl, whose melanated skin even found a way to gleam under the shitty fluorescent school lights.

It then clicks in Eren’s mind, briefly but distinctively. You were the person who'd strolled by the bench that he was sitting on earlier. You were also the same one who did a double take upon seeing him, glancing once— No, twice, with those captivating eyes of yours. He remembered the way his leg started to bop along the floor with a newfound excitement that he just couldn't place. Though, more than anything else, Eren recalled that he did the exact same; hold his gaze and grin at the sight of you.

“Ah, but you can spare me a minute more, can’t you?” You respond with the swift roll of your eyes, eliciting an exasperated groan, “Nigga, I said bye.” Eren’s thick, neat brows falter into a furrowed position, looking upon the scenario that was being splayed out before him, which everyone else in that hall was seemingly content with ignoring. It couldn't have only been him that saw that this bastard was relentlessly bothering you, could it?

“Woah, no need to get aggressive,” Eren’s expression contorts into a grimace upon hearing every little word, the tips of his ears red with brewing rage. Despite his matured will to control his daily outburst of emotions, it was safe to say that he'd never exactly gotten past his trial of anger issues since he was a kid.

“Listen, this is my nice way of tellin’ you to fuck off, but I can get aggressive if you want.” Your offer sounds downright threatening, “Do you really want that?”

You’re snappy and direct, and Eren can't deny that he likes that. Though, as much as he's growing fond of your strong will and defensiveness, he knows he can't stand idly by all day, he just can't. Besides, everyone knew well— It was practically Eren Jaeger’s forte to intervene.

The green eyed male eventually begins to make his way towards the scene in the form of subtle limps, being cautious of his ankle sprain as he grows closer, which was the reasoning behind him being benched in the first place.

You were much too preoccupied with that cheeky, unrelenting bastard to notice the way that Eren was gradually coming over, anyway. What could he say? He was a fan of the element of surprise.

You halt in the middle of your opposing rant, growing aware of another’s emerging presence. You're yet again bombarded with somebody else making their way beside you with an act of stealth that you were unknowingly soon to be thankful of.

Before you get the chance to merely peer in their direction, tall, a long haired male clad in the black and grey Stohess basketball uniform is towering alongside you, his toned, burly arm slinking around your shoulder.

This sudden proximity leaves your head spinning in the best way possible, and how could it not? You don’t know a single thing about this alluring stranger, but he’s close, so close, and it gets your heart and mind racing miles in a minute. You were subtly, but instantly enraptured once the weight of his arm rests comfortably upon you.

Eren doesn’t pay the confused male not one glance, but instead tends to you and your own state of delighted shock. “Play it cool, alright? I wanna help.” Your breath instinctively hitches once he leans down to ease out his whispered plan into your ear, flashing you a consoling half smile.

You return a brief nod before dragging your eyes along the male’s face, which looks so much better up close. Your interpretation of his image was more literal and precise than you thought to be; The dark, long tresses that had been pulled back with the aid of a thin elastic scrunchie, his expressively thick brows, pink lips that upturned into a supportive smirk, and those sea-green eyes that left you feeling weak right in the knees.

Albeit Eren’s prior grin, he eventually turns his attention towards the unrelenting man for a second or two. In that moment, his expression speedily grew all the more intense, practically sharper than before, and contorted into something of a scowl. Although, you can tell he’s trying so hard to channel his temper and mask away his revulsion.

“I’ve been, ah.. waiting for you to come back to your seat!” Eren begins to improvise, flashing you a subtle gleam that made it seem as though the pair of you were familiar with each other. “S’been a while since then."

He purses his lips within a pause, nimble fingers draping along your shoulder before shooting you a reassuring squeeze, "Is it ‘cause this bastard is keeping you occupied? He’s bothering you, isn't he?”

You're damn near close to stammering over the words that were bound to leave your mouth. Though, it doesn't take much for you to regain yourself. Your lips fall slightly agape all the while you briskly dragged your line of vision along his charming features, but your response follows after in a quick manner. It was just that you couldn't help how his unnerving gaze left you mesmerized.

“—Yes. Yes he is.” You hum, accompanying the claim with your hands crossing over your chest as you leaned into his grasp, in an attempt to appear convincing. Your confession sounded assured and stern, which was the complete opposite of how girls would act around him.

Eren knew well of the doting effect that he had on females— It was hard to forget when he’d merely ask for a spare pencil and wind up with an unasked phone number in return. Though, he admired the way you saw him as any other person and played along so well.

The brown-haired male scornfully laughs, and just the sound of him leaves you feeling uncomfy, “Whaddya' mean? We were just having a small chat, isn't that right?” Your contorted expression is full-fledged disrespectful, and Eren has to stifle his chuckle over your unsmiling glare and scrunched up nose. Damn, were you entertaining.

“Small chat, huh? Well, it was real one sided..” You voice out an irked murmur, “You're over exaggerating, you just haven’t warmed up to me yet—”

“If I didn’t know any better,” Eren makes a very much intended interruption, “I’d say that she doesn’t want to mingle with a sorry bastard that should leave her alone already.” You note at the subtle flex of Eren’s clenching jaw, signifying the way his already weary patience was running rather thin.

“Bastard—? Wait, who even are you?”

“Who am I, huh?” scoffs the green eyed male alongside you, a twinge of drawled hesitance in his voice. Eren pauses momentarily, only now beginning to realize that his little hero act wasn’t as planned out as he thought to be.

What could he say that would be persuasive enough to get this sorry fucker to leave you alone other than throwing fists unnecessarily? Jaeger’s emerald-hued eyes eventually light up in the dawn of an idea. One that he’s somewhat unsure of, but it’s much better than nothing.

Besides, this plan of his had been set in stone by the very moment he had draped his bare arm around you and shot you that all-too-suggestive smile, so he might as well finish what he started.

Eren’s touch trails downwards swiftly, spreading riveting tingles from your shoulder down to your forearm, then along your wrist, and even past there. His hand is now encasing the left side of your hip as his lithe fingers press into the curve of your supple waist. He takes a light inhale, giving you a light squeeze with his large palm, as though signaling for you to brace yourself over what he was bound to say.

“—I'm her boyfriend.”

—𝑭𝑰𝑵.

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