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bellesowl · 4 years

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kiss and make up

- multiple characters

⤷ atsumu, sakusa

genre: (an attempt at) angst to fluff ; established relationship, timeskip

synopsis: in which you have an almost relationship-ending argument

word count: 2.1k total - about 1k each

warnings: fighting (obv), being called a burden, the boys are kinda mean but they make up for it i swear

- a/n: tbh i was kinda getting sick of writing just fluff so i wanted to spice it up a lil! if this sucks i’m probably going to stick to fluff fics but i think it should be fine? this one also only has 2 characs cause idk how i would be at writing angst LMAO if this does well enough i’ll post the one i have written w kuroo and iwa <3 but i feel like this kinda sucks so oh well

- thank u @kybabi for beta-ing <3

- miya atsumu

you n atsumu have been together since high school which is why you’ve always been inseparable

you went to the same college & moved in together right after, but once he got his job with the jackals, he insisted that you didn’t work and focused on getting your master’s degree

you reluctantly agreed, if only to be able finish & earn your phd soon after

because atsumu is always busy, it’s kinda become commonplace for you to do the chores around the house- like doing the laundry or washing the dishes or cooking dinner for him

but it’s gotten to the point where he expects it

atsumu sighs, unlocking the door to your shared apartment. today’s practice was rough, it was a day of hard conditioning and bad sets and he wanted nothing more than a good meal and to cuddle. the first thing he noticed when he walked in was the mess. instant ramen bowls were scattered everywhere, empty coke cans and dirty napkins were all over the floor, and there you were, in the eye of the hurricane. the second thing he noticed was that there was no homecooked meal.

surprised, he walks into the dining room to see you, furiously typing away at your laptop with four different books surrounding you. you hear his footsteps and look up.

“hey baby! how was practice?” you ask with a smile

atsumu grunts in reply and gestures toward the kitchen, “so.. what’s for dinner babe?”

your eyes widen, “oh shoot! i’m sorry, i was so busy studying for this final that i forgot to cook. do you mind-“ you stop when you see him roll his eyes and head out.

“um, where are you going? you just got home?” you ask, following him.

“out. i have to get food somehow” he replies, “especially because my useless s/o can’t cook a goddamn meal for me” he mutters under his breath

you stop in shock because did he really just say that?

“i’m sorry, i don’t think i heard you right.” you start but he interrupts you

“i said, i have to go get food because someone is too busy to cook a goddamn meal. what do you even do anyways- well, besides spend my money? the least you can do is cook for me, god.” he finally turns to look at you but he feels his heart stop at the look on your face.

not wanting to escalate the situation any further, you try to calm him down, “tsum, hey, i’m sorry i forgot to cook okay? this is my last final before the year ends and i just can’t afford to fail it, so i’ve been studying all day. if you come back to the kitchen, i’ll make you something, okay?”

“i don’t want to eat your half assed attempt at a meal, y/n. the whole point is that you couldn’t get off your ass for an hour to cook when i make the money, i paid for the apartment, hell, i’m even paying for your school! is it really too much to ask for you to stop being such a burden and cook and clean everyday?” he fumed.

you gape at him, shocked that he would even say that. to hell with not escalating things

“at least i want to do something more with my life than hit balls around and retire at 35” you hiss, “and i do everything in this house! i do the laundry, i clean the bathroom, i cook - i do all the things you refuse to. and do i complain? no. i offered to get a job but you refused.”

you turn around to grab your laptop and your textbooks, “just- just do whatever the hell you want to, atsumu.” and with that you walk out the door.

atsumu’s heart drops when he realizes that you actually left. sure, you’ve had arguments here and there, but you’ve never left. he pulls out his phone to call you when he sees you’ve left yours on the counter. knowing there’s nothing to do but wait at this point, he begins to clean up and calls osamu over.

it’s already 3 am when you walk back into your apartment, and you blink multiple times when you open the door. it’s ... clean? you’re sure it was a mess when you left, so how would it be clean? you sigh, too tired to think about it more and walk into the kitchen. your eyes widen at the sight. not only is your favorite food on the stove, but there your boyfriend is, asleep on the dining table. you smile slightly, well that explains things.

“ ‘’mu, hey, wake up babe.” you kiss him lightly and shake him.

he grunts and sits up, “baby! i’m so so sorry for what i said. you are in no way, shape, or form a burden, i have no clue why i said that. today’s practice was just really tiring, but i know i shouldn’t have taken it out on you. just please-” he sighs, “just please don’t leave me again.”

your heart breaks your teary eyed boyfriend. “shh, of course baby. i’ll never leave you again okay?” you say, tugging on his arm, “cmon babe, let’s go to bed, okay?”

“mm okay my love.” he replies and practically pulls you into bed. “i love you, okay?”

“i love you too baby.” you reply

“to the moon and back?” he asks

“yeah, and to infinity and beyond.” you reply, your lack of sleep hitting you hard

“oh, i didn’t know i was dating buzz lightyear”

you let out a loud laugh and just like that you both fall into the same routine, love radiating off both of you in waves.

- sakusa kiyoomi

dating sakusa was,, challenging

it definitely took him a while to get comfortable with you

so you guys have been dating for a couple years now, and at this point he’s def clingy

however there still moments when he reverts to his old self

this just happened to be one of those times

“OUT! AND JUST LIKE THAT, EJP RAIJIN TAKES THE WIN AGAINST THE BLACK JACKALS!”

the stadium is silent before the ejp cheering section erupts in cheers. you stay silent, watching your team below. you watch as sakusa stills, still in disbelief. you make your way down, practically sprinting to your boyfriend.

he sees you on the sideline and makes his way over to you. you put on your biggest smile and attempt to make him feel better.

“you did great, kiyo! you’ll get them next time, yeah?” you beam, knowing how hard he’s been training to beat his cousin

he eyes you warily, not knowing what to say.

usually, sakusa gets pretty clingy after games, so you you move to give him a hug.

“don’t touch me” he barked, jerking away from you. “if you hadn’t been distracting me, we would’ve won.”

you stare at him, refusing to let the tears flow. you both turn when you hear a certain setter yelling at the opposing middle and you sigh.

“um, okay then. i’ll see you at home, yeah?” you ask

sakusa merely nods and makes his way over to his teammates. you look around to see if anyone saw what just happened and you lock eyes with your boyfriend’s cousin, who walks over.

“congrats on the win komori! you guys did so well!” you cheered

“thanks, y/n! and i’m sorry about kiyoomi. i’m sure you know he gets that way sometimes.” he explains

you smile and shake your head, saying that you’re used to it and you both bid your farewells. as you walk out of the stadium, you think back to how your boyfriend, the one person you loved with everything you had in you, utterly embarrassed you in front of his whole team. before you know it, silent tears start streaming down your face.

you enter your home and immediately rush to the bathroom. you draw yourself a bath and make some dinner while waiting. you assume that kiyoomi wouldn’t be home to have dinner with you anyways- and now that you think about it, you can’t remember the last time you had dinner together. after you finish your bath and eat your dinner, you decide to wait up for boyfriend and watch a couple episodes of your favorite show to pass the time.

kiyoomi walks into his apartment at around 1 am, completely and utterly exhausted. he kicks his shoes off and drops his bag on the floor. The rustling rouses you from sleep and you sit up.

“hey kiyo” you say with a yawn, “where’ve you been all night?”

sakusa ignores you in favor of getting ready for bed and you frown when he brushes past you.

“kiyo, babe, what’s wrong? you’ve been ignoring me all night and i-” you start but he interrupts you before you can finish.

“god, just shut up, y/n. can’t you tell i don’t want to talk to you right now? i’ve already had the worst day, i don’t need you making it any worse.” he snaps

"kiyoomi, look, i understand you’re upset but you shouldn’t take it out on me.” you reason, reaching out towards him, “listen, i’m here if you wanna-”

“i said, do not touch me.” he seethes. “you are so fucking clingy y/n, lord, let me breathe a little.”

with those words, you explode. “you know what, sakusa,” he flinches when he hears his last name come out of your mouth, “i think i have the right to want to spend some time with my boyfriend! i haven’t seen you in god knows how long- you leave before i wake up and i fall asleep in an empty bed. i’ve been working my ass off to get some time off to watch your stupid volleyball game and what do you do? you embarrass me in front of your whole team!”

you sigh, wiping away the tears that continue that continue to fall. “listen, i don’t want to fight right now. i’m going to go stay at a friend’s house for the night, alright? i’ll see you tomorrow” you say, grabbing your purse. “if you’re even home tomorrow,” you add under your breath.

sakusa is in shock. the moment he saw your tears start to spill, he felt an undeniable and unrelenting ache in his chest that only seemed to grow with every work that came out of your mouth. and when the door shut? sakusa fell on his knees, his heart dropping. he truly couldn’t believe he said that to you. now all he had to do was wait till you got home.

2:38 pm - you check the time on your phone before pulling out your keys. you hope you made the right move, choosing to come back home while kiyoomi was still at practice. you open the door and the sight causes your eyes to widen.

there, on the couch with your favorite flowers in hand, is your boyfriend. he hears the door open and stands up abruptly.

“y/n, my love, i am so sorry. i truly cannot express how horrible i feel, and i cannot begin to understand how you feel.” he takes a deep breath, seemingly holding back tears. “i- i do love you. i love you more than i’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life. i know i’m not the best at expressing it, but you mean the world to me- no, you are my world. without you, i don’t know what i would do. so please-” his voice cracks, “just, please give me another chance?”

you run towards your boyfriend, practically tackling him. “kiyo, baby, of course. i love you too, you know? you just can’t do that anymore, yeah? you shouldn’t feel like you have the right to embarrass me just because you had a bad day. and please, don’t call me clingy? i know i do stick to you like glue sometimes, but that’s just because i never see you anymore.” you reply.

“that will all change, darling.” he answers sincerely, “i’ll make more time for you, i swear. in fact, i’ll take the week off, how does that sound?” at the sight of your smile, he relaxes.

“that sounds wonderful, yoomi.” you answer

sakusa feels the weight that’s been dragging him down lift and he realizes the effect you have on him- you’re his breath of fresh air. he also realizes how utterly idiotic it was to push away the one person who could make him feel better.

it’s fine, he reasons, he’ll just never make that mistake again. he swears it.

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sluttbuttsstuff · 3 years

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Hucow!AU Part 5 (FINALE!!!)

WOOHOO!! It’s finally Bruno’s turn, I saved best boy for last. All parts combined in gdocs are 29 pages total, this is def the longest thing i’ve written in over a decade!! I hope you enjoy, and look forward to whatever i decide to write next

thanks, and enjoy!

as always. credit goes to @dark-side-blog2 for the wonderful hucow! au

WARNINGS: not sfw, yandere, duncon, noncon, sleep fucking, force feeding, manipulation, dark themes, afab reader, she/her pronouns, all characters 18+!!

After taking care of Narancia and tucking him into bed, Bruno returned to your room once more. You slept like the dead, worn out from a long night. Bruno smiled proudly, you had been wonderful for them. Each bull, you had accepted their love, their passion, their essence and earned your place in the herd once again. It filled Bruno with such joy, knowing that you were the perfect mate for them, for all of them.

You were caring and kind for Narancia, playful and fun for Mista, calming and gentle for Fugo, accepting and attentive for Abbacchio. And for Bruno: you were everything. For so long, there had been a piece of the puzzle missing in his life. He had a family with no mother, no children.

Bruno had met you first in a very dark part of his life-his herd was beaten, driven from his home in fear, on the brink of death with no hope. And then, you had appeared, an angel hidden away in paradise, offering safety, shelter. Much more than that, even, with a little bit of convincing, and a lot of planning. He would have his family, his children, and you.

Bruno knew how to play the long game, how to strategize and manipulate, but he only did it for good reason. He had to, you were too prideful, too stubborn to realize how much you needed him. You were running a giant farm several acres large by yourself, no employees, relatives or neighbors to help. Bruno couldn’t have that,now could he? He and the other bulls took over the hard work and heavy lifting-eventually, after a lot of hemming and hawing from you. Bruno managed to talk you into it; it was beneficial for both of you, a way for the bulls to earn their keep and for you to get some help.

The bulls helped with Bruno’s plan as well, in their own ways. Mista put his cooking skills to use, making you healthy meals infused with lackweed (Mulgeo, a plant that encouraged your body to lactate) and pills that increased your sexual urges. He’d even been adding charcoal to your meals to cancel out your birth control; it wasn’t necessary, Bruno had gotten rid of your birth control months ago while you were asleep, but Bruno appreciated it nonetheless.

Narancia had gotten you to warm up to them very quickly, being as innocent and naive as he was, and Bruno was able to use him to display his parenting skills. Yes, Narancia was a grown bull, and mostly treated as such, but he was still the youngest, and hard not to spoil. Plus, the way you seemed to light up when Bruno would baby Narancia- it was clear your maternal instincts were awakening. Good! It was excellent practice for your own children.

Fugo was admittedly the most awkward around you, it wasn’t really his fault, though. He had the least experience out of the bulls with women, but Bruno could tell his true feelings about you. So, he encouraged Fugo to show his strengths to you; mainly his brain. There was an old tractor collecting rust that needed repairs, and you had lost several crops last season due to lack of irrigation. Fugo was able to repair them, thanks to researching some books and some help from you. Plus, it was one less job for you to do, and another reason for you to depend on them. Bruno knew Fugo was nervous, but Bruno was certain he’d be a good mate and husband. He would make their children very smart.

Abbacchio could be a little rough around the edges, it's true, but he clearly had a soft spot for you. While he would smack Mista and Narancia around when they got on his nerves or got ornery, you he respected and let a lot slide. Bruno had seen you tug on his tail (admittedly by accident) , elbow him (after a funny joke), and even put flowers (that he was allergic to!) in his hair! Abbacchio had taken it in stride, and even defended you when Mista’s teasing or the other shenanigans went too far. Plus, Abbacchio’s skills as a lockpick let them sneak into your house when you were away or sleeping. Very useful indeed…

Bruno knew he had to share you, as much as he wanted you for his own. He couldn’t hurt his herd, his brothers, who loved you almost as much as he did. So Bruno was patient, he let them have their turns first, keep the peace….

But Bruno couldn’t wait any longer.

The timing had to be perfect, to ensure he had the best chances. He had snuck into your home months before, stealing and disposing of your birth control, and destroying your refill prescription. Thankfully you were too busy and preoccupied to make a new appointment with the doctor for new medication, which Bruno appreciated greatly. Digging through your trash, he was able to record and determine your cycle, in order to find out when you would be most fertile. He would allow his herd many things,including you.

But his child would be first.

Letting the others go first- he allowed it before you were truly in heat. They didn’t know why, but were grateful nonetheless, eager to claim you.

He pulled back your blankets, after making sure you were deep in R.E.M. sleep. Birds started chirping as dawn rose outside, but you were dead to the world. So much, in fact, that when Bruno pulled back your bed sheets you didn’t so much as flinch. You were still nude, too tired to put your pajamas back on last night; Bruno admired the early morning light glowing on your body. Bruno kissed down your face and body everywhere the sun touched, relieved you were still asleep. Bruno made note of every bruise and marking on your skin to treat later that morning, as he went lower and lower down your body. Spreading your legs, you tasted divine. You were definitely ready, too: now would be his best chance.

Licking the others out of your core, he heard you quietly whimper- he paused, waiting for you to stir, but you eventually drifted back to sleep. You always were cute when you slept, the way you would sometimes talk in your sleep or kick your legs “Running.” Bruno had learned a lot observing you, and intended to learn a lot more from you today. He cleaned you out with his tongue and prepped you thoroughly-maybe it was petty of him, saving you all for himself, but Bruno was the alpha bull, and the perfect mate for you. That’s why it was so important to not just get you pregnant, but pregnant with his children. It’s what you, the both of you deserved.

Once Bruno was certain you were ready ( you were still soft and wet from last night, and pleasantly warm against his tongue and fingers) he leaned over you, pulling your legs up against his shoulders into a mating press. It terrified him how easily you slept, how dangerous it would be if his herd hadn’t found you. What if someone else had found you before them, taken you like this in your sleep? It worried him so, that’s why he had to do this, claim you and protect you from any rivals.

Bruno stroked your cheek, before pressing inside. Finally, after all this time, he was inside of you, warm and wonderful and all his. You squirmed in your sleep,but otherwise accepted him without complaint. Bruno was so happy he could cry, he settled for kissing your shoulder as he pushed into the hilt. Bruno couldn’t hold his urges back any longer, he thrust into you again and again, hitting against your sweet spot. You cried out in your sleep, jumbled noises Bruno convinced himself were his name. In this position, he was able to reach so deep, force himself as far inside as he could reach.

His grip on you tightened, feeling the strain of the position, the slap of his balls on your ass fueling his desire more. But it wasn’t enough, he had to make sure you felt good too. He suckled your chest, licking your nipples the way he had seen you enjoy. Your pussy was so wet he was able to rub slick onto your hard throbbing clit, careful to rub the raw skin gently.

“Y/n, I’m so thankful to have found you, finally we can make our dreams come true~” Bruno whispered to you, desperate for you to know the feelings he’d held back for so long.

“I can hardly hold back with you; I’ve been waiting so long for this, and I can tell now that so have you. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, we all will. Just give in, you can trust me.” Bruno pleaded, close to the edge. Bruno grit his teeth, it was about to end, all too soon. Bruno wasn’t ready, he wanted to stay like this with you forever. Relief washed over Bruno as he heard you cry out in release, tightening around him and bringing him to release.

“I’m cumming, y/n. Please, accept all of me!” He gasped,spilling his seed inside. Tears Bruno had held back spilled down as his emotions overcame him, something he would only allow to happen while you couldn’t see. He was certain this was the right thing to do, now more than ever. You were his, all of theirs, safe and protected.

In the next months, you would become full with child. Naturally, you would have to stop manual labor-which would be fine, you could depend on your sturdy bulls to run the farm for you. And then when you had their children, you would need to raise them. Obviously, you had five capable mates to help you; taking turns feeding them, staying up on long sleepless nights, teaching them right from wrong. So many precious memories to be made with you, Bruno could

hardly wait.

As Bruno turned to leave you to rest, he saw you start to rise.

“...Bruno?” You called weakly, and Bruno was by your side in an instant.

“Y/n? What’s wrong, you’re up so early?” Bruno asked, concerned.

“...It’s hot” you groaned, reaching out for him. Bruno’s heart fluttered, you called out for him. He felt your forehead; admittedly sweaty, but not necessarily from illness.

“You are a little warm. Let’s get you out of these sweaty blankets and cleaned up.” Bruno helped you out of your sheets, and ran to get a damp washcloth. He returned quickly, sitting on your bed and wiped the cloth over your body. Your body flushed, and whenever you thought Bruno wasn’t looking, you would glance over at him. Bruno smiled to himself, you really were spoiling him this morning-he couldn’t be more delighted.

“Are you feeling any better? You should take it easy today, you had a long night.” Bruno said as he washed your stomach.

“Umm, yes, im-ahh!” You jumped, as Bruno’s wash cloth reached your nether regions.

“Relax, bella, It’s important to clean this area as well. We don’t want you getting sick now do we?” Bruno continued, unfazed by your reaction. You fidgeted a moment longer, but considering all that had happened, you relented. What more could Bruno do to you?

He toweled you off quickly, patting you dry and then headed to your closet.

“Let’s find you something extra comfortable to wear today, shall we?” Bruno asked, flipping through your hangers. What a shame, most of your outfits were utilitarian and industrial, not befitting a mother to be.

“Oh, Bruno, you don’t have to-” You began, but Bruno cut you off.

“Here we go, perfect! Ah, and this shade of lavender will look lovely on you!” Bruno proclaimed, holding up a flowery sundress made of soft cotton. Very comfortable, but not the best for farm work. Bruno couldn’t be stopped though, grabbing some undergarments for you (how did he know where you kept them?) and helped you sit up in bed.

“Let’s get you dressed, as much as I love the thought of having you nude all day, nothing will get done around the farm with the boys fawning over you.” Bruno chuckled, sliding socks onto your feet for you.

“Bruno, please! I can dress myself!” You pleaded, trying to pull away, but Bruno stopped you with gentle but firm hands.

“Bella, please-let me take care of you the way you’ve taken care of us. It’s only fair, isn’t it?” Bruno smiled, tugging your socks up to your ankles. He held a white pair of panties out for you, “Step in, dear, one foot at a time” You groaned, turning an adorable shade of red Bruno loved, but did indeed let him slide the panties up and onto you. He convinced you to skip a bra today (Bruno wasn’t completely selfless) and slip into the sundress, snug as a bug.

“Much better! Now, do you want to see if you can get some more sleep? You didn’t get many hours of sleep last night, and your body must be very sore.” He asked you, stroking your cheek. “Well, maybe later, but-” You began, only to be interrupted by your growling stomach. Bruno chuckled, “Ahh, of course, let’s get you fed shall we?” he winked, placing a hand on the small of your back and escorting you to the kitchen.

You tried to make yourself breakfast, really you did, but Bruno wasn’t giving you any leeway this morning.

“Please, Bambina, let me cook for you. You always make the rest of us meals, and I’m not completely hopeless in the kitchen.” He told you, sitting you on a kitchen chair, rolling up his sleeves. True to his word, he was decent in the kitchen-more than decent, in fact. Bruno fried up a pig’s worth of bacon, crispy and fried with a sprinkle of cinnamon. Eggs, sunny-side scrambled and over-easy, just a little bit runny and fresh from your henhouse. And the cru-de-ta, a mountain-pile of fluffy home batter pancakes, smothered in homemade syrup and creamy smooth butter dollops piled on top. Bruno piled your plate to the brim, sure to give you only the crunchiest bacon strips and roundest pancakes, with plenty left over for the boys. It was a miracle the other boys hadn’t woken up yet, but you supposed they were still wiped out from the night before and needed a little more rest.

Bruno didn’t mind one bit, enjoying the one on one time with you he rarely got. Sitting patiently for him like a good mate, letting him clean you, dress you, even feed you. Bruno was determined to spoil you, so you would never want for anything other than him again. Looking around your plate, you asked Bruno, “Sorry, but you forgot to grab a fork and knife. Would you mind?”

Bruno smiled, unblinkingly, “Oh no, I didn’t. Open wide~” He cooed, stacking a silver fork full of your breakfast. You looked at him incredulously, “Seriously?”

Bruno didn’t relent, smile unwavering, “You wouldn’t turn down all my hard work and this delicious food, would you?”

You wanted to argue with him, you really did. For every inch he gave you, he took a mile, and it was starting to be humiliating. But for whatever reason, Bruno always made you cave. Besides, after everything you’d been through, he’d never hurt you, always gentle and caring. So, against your better judgement, you sheepishly opened your mouth for him.

Bruno lifted the fork into your mouth, watching your lips close around his fork. You savored the buttery rich flavor of the pancakes, the spongy texture bouncing lightly in your mouth as you chewed. To say it was delicious would be an understatement; you were starting to consider letting Mista and Bruno handle mealtime more often. Bruno bit the corner of his lip, watching you eat your meal. You wanted to pout, not give Bruno the satisfaction of knowing you enjoyed being babied like this, but you couldn’t help smiling as you swallowed bite after bite, opening your mouth and even leaning forward. Each bite was better than the last; the salty sweet bacon grease and runny eggs soaked into the pancakes, soaking up the flavor medley and sending your palette into overdrive.

Bruno loved every minute, watching you let your guard down for him, licking up syrup from your chin, even letting him wipe your cheek clean with a napkin. Your stomach puffed out as you ate through your meal, it excited him to know he did that to you, and that your stomach would soon be even more distended and full with his baby. Your plate was nearly clean, but you didn’t think you could eat another bite. Bruno had given you so much already, and it was all delicious and rich, and had no more room.

“Please, Bruno, I’m full to the brim. I’m sorry but I can’t eat anymore.” You groaned, clutching your stomach.

“Oh please, just another bite, bambina~ you’ve done so well, you’re almost done.” He cooed, forking the last bits on your plate. You tried to excuse yourself, but Bruno stuffed it into your open unsuspecting mouth. You nearly choked on the utensil forcing your way into your mouth, a sugary syrupy mess that was starting to nauseate you. It was too much, too rich, but Bruno held your mouth shut.

“Please, y/n, you have to eat more. Think of our children, won’t you?” You froze, as you remembered everything that had happened last night with a wave. You looked at Bruno, mouth still full and ready to vomit. His gaze tore into you, more serious than he had been all morning. In fact, the last time he looked at you like that…

Bruno rubbed your back, as your eyes watered and spilled over. Poor thing, were you already having morning sickness? No worries, it was only natural; he would take care of you. You were having trouble breathing, not sure if it was the food or the panic setting in.

“Come on Bambina, you’re almost done. Just swallow it all down, you can do it~” Bruno hissed, as he plugged up your nose. Bruno sighed, watching your eyes bug out; he didn’t want to be harsh with you, but what other choice were you giving him? You needed to follow his orders, that’s how he kept you safe and happy. “Now, y/n”

Despite the lump in your throat, you had no choice but to swallow, the lack of oxygen making you gag. How could you forget who you were dealing with? How could you let him take advantage of you again and again? You wiped the snot and tears from your face, catching your breath. You flinched as a familiar hand reached out and grabbed your chin. Bruno turned you to look at him, his face calm and smiling as if nothing had happened.

“There, Bambina, that wasn’t so bad was it? You have to let me take care of you, okay? We don’t want you hurting yourself do we?” He asked, voice soft and patronizing, like he hadn’t just force fed you against your will. You wanted to run away, but didn’t know where to go. It didn’t help any as you heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Yo, y/n! You’re up already? I thought we wiped you out last night!”

“Guess we’ll have to try harder next time.”

“Are you okay, y/n? You look ill. Maybe you should go back to bed.”

“Ohh, it smells so good! Did you make breakfast for us, y/n?”

You were surrounded. No way out. Five strong angry bulls that had taken over your life, your home, even your body. You couldn’t trust them, not any of them. There was no escape.

“What’s wrong, bella? Are you crying?”

“Don’t cry, y/n! There’s nothing to worry about, we’ll take care of you!”

“You can count on us, y/n. We’re mates, after all.”

You were trapped.

Trapped.

You opened your mouth to scream, but it was no use.

It’s not like anyone would hear you, anyways

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#sluttbuttsstuff #fic #not sfw #hucow!au #yandere #bruno #brunoxreader

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jisungsmochi · 4 years

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paint and cake - hrj

a little fluff imagine for renjun’s birthday!! <33 (lowkey don’t like the title ugh)

(p.s how cute is this gif of him? and the whole relay cam in general! it was def my inspo hehe)

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“renjunnnnn, y/n is here for you” jisung’s voice echoed throughout the dorms, startling you once he opened his mouth.

“you’ll wake the whole building” you scold him playfully as you entered the dorm. jisung led you to the kitchen where everyone else had gathered for breakfast. well everyone except the birthday boy.

“jisung, you idiot, renjun spent the night with his family, he’s gonna be back at like noon” chenle slapped the back of his friend’s head, causing the rest of you to burst into laughter.

“that’s perfect actually, i was hoping you guys would help me decorate his room for his birthday! i’m thinking of doing a small lunch and painting date with him. so we’ll have to be kicking you out, sorry jisung” you shot the younger boy a small smirk before rustling through your bag of decorations.

“it’s fine, i’m going to annoy chenle and daegal all day” jisung cheerfully gleamed, pulling chenle into side hug. you heard chenle scoff and mutter in annoyance, but he still agreed to help you nonetheless.

jeno and jaemin were busy blowing balloons, while you left chenle and jisung to hang the streamers, you were sure they were trustworthy enough to do so. but you were wrong, they couldn’t stop bickering every thirty seconds, so you shooed them off to the living room to keep daegal company.

“this is so cute, i’m sure renjun will love it” jaemin smiled, feeling proud of his work. you were setting up paintbrushes and small desserts on a small platter on renjun’s desk.

“thankyou guys for helping! i bought some snacks for you guys to share” you gave them each a slight hug as they rushed out of the room to ravage the snacks. you sat quietly on the floor of the room, waiting for renjun to arrive.

you had been dating for just over five months now, and this was the first birthday you would be spending together and the first surprise you had planned for him. to say you were nervous was an understatement. you went above and beyond to ensure renjun would enjoy his special day.

you suddenly heard chattering and shuffling from outside the room.

“thanks for the birthday wishes guys! but i gotta call y/n, they didn’t wish me a happy birthday yet” renjun’s voice muttered from the other side of the door. you quietly snickered to yourself, hiding behind the door as he opened it. unfortunately, renjun pushed the door with a little too much force and ended up smacking you right in the face.

you let out a painful whine, startling the birthday boy. renjun immediately wrapped you in his arms, apologising over and over again. jaemin and jeno witnessed the entire situation, trying to hold back their laughter, before renjun shot them a glare. the two boys ran off, jaemin returning to hand you a pack of ice. you thanked him, letting renjun lead you to sit down on his bedroom floor.

“i’m so sorry, i didn’t know you were even here” renjun wouldn’t leave your side, he was quite literally glued to you.

“it’s okay, jun. i’ll be okay” you held the ice pack closely to your nose, wincing whenever you put too much pressure on it.

“in other news, happy birthday!” you gleefully exclaimed, but renjun wouldn’t budge. he felt guilty for hurting you, even if it was an accident.

you put down the ice pack, moving to hold his hand in yours. you took a deep sigh, moving closer to your boyfriend’s lips, placing a soft kiss onto them. renjun couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, his prior guilt washing away.

“everything okay now?” you mumbled, pecking him one more time. renjun just nodded, heat rising to his cheeks.

“i set this up for you today! we’re going to do some finger painting, or actually painting...it’s up to you. and we can eat some desserts i got from the local bakery. ooo and we can listen to this playlist i made for you!” you excitedly explained, not seeing how renjun was staring at you with the utmost adoration in his eyes.

“this is perfect. i’m so glad i get to spend the day with you, that‘s all i wanted” renjun reached over to grab one of the caramel tarts you had brought, taking a small bite from the delicious treat.

the next few hours was filled with laughter, some really bad singing and pure happiness. during your finger painting session, renjun ‘accidentally’ dabbed some paint on your nose. you scrunched your nose in annoyance,

“i’m sorry, but you look too cute right now” renjun slightly chuckled. you slowly shook your head, dabbing some paint on your index finger, reaching to swipe some on his cheek. renjun didn’t bother fighting back with you, wanting you to have the last word.

“hey guys, sorry to interrupt. but we bought renjun a cake, meet you both outside in ten, to blow the candles! happy birthday again dude” jeno informed you both before rushing to set up the candles, not trusting the two youngest members to be near a flame.

you and renjun quickly cleaned up, making yourselves look presentable atleast. renjun wrapped his arms around your waist, refusing to let you go as you walked into the kitchen. the rest of the boys just stared at you both,

“it’s quite sickening how cute you both are” chenle commented, causing everyone to abruptly start laughing, including you.

“you wish you had someone as good as y/n” renjun retorted, taking a seat at the end of the dining table. chenle only

frowned, jisung comforting him with a small pat on the back.

“okayyy, it’s cake time!” jaemin announced, placing the cake infront of renjun. you all broke into singing the birthday song, screaming at the top of your lungs.

“make a wish!” jisung cheered, as everyone’s eyes focused back on renjun. he slowly closed his eyes, clasping his hands together before blowing out the candles.

later that night, you were cuddling with renjun on the couch while everyone had retreated to their own rooms.

“what did you wish for?” you whispered, gently playing with the sleeves of your sweater.

“if i say it out loud it won’t come true” renjun teased, bringing you closer to him.

“come on, you can tell me! i’m sure telling one person won’t jeopardise it from coming true!” you practically begged, how was he supposed to resist?

“okay fine, only because it’s you” you shuffled to meet his eyes. “i wished for us to continue being happy together” your lips formed into a soft smile. he was cheesy at times, but you couldn’t held but gush.

“i love you” you mumbled, hiding your face in his neck. you felt renjun let out a soft chuckle, slowly moving his hand on your back.

“i love you too. thank you for making this day so special” he muttered as he placed a kiss on your forehead. you felt yourself drift to sleep in his arms, what a way to end the amazing day.

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wndrcarol · 4 years

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mine | villanelle

request: Hey!!! Ma'am plsss I loveee your account, thank you for your service 😭🥺I was wondering if you could write another piece of possessive jealous villanelle in which she beats the shit out of a guy who is flirting with you, and then proceeds to fuck you in the nearest room, fists covered in blood and sweaty. Omg I think she would love bdsm and fucking you roughly, image when she gets angry 🥴🥵 Daddy kink, straps, bondage, spanking, she speaking in Russian when she is furious. Thank you! 🙏🏼

a/n: this..wow. holy fuck- all I have to say. This was def a whirlwind to write bc I love this request so fuckin’ much. This defenitly has smut so please only 18+! I hope you guys enjoy + requests are open!! <3

pairings: Villanelle (Oksana Astankova) x F!Reader

warnings: Fingering, strap-on, daddy kink, spanking, edging, degradation, slight talk of blood/bloody hands and pure filth

All day, you had been in a teasing mood because Villanelle hadn’t been paying attention to you. You were also horny since it had been a while since you both had done anything with your schedules being so busy. She had been caught up in work all day and your tricks just weren’t cutting it. So when she said that you both should go to the club tonight, you agreed, knowing that doing something there would give you 100% of her attention then.

Walking into the club, you immediately gravitated to the dancefloor. The loud music pounded in your ears but you didn’t mind it as much. It helped you to let loose from everything that was going on all together. Villanelle suggested to grab you both drinks and you nodded, watching her push through the crowd to the bar. You felt a pair of hands grab onto your hips from behind which startled you at first since it was a random guy but you smirked at the ‘bright’ idea you got.

You began to dance with the guy, who was getting a little handsy that you kept moving his hands back up to your waist every time they went to grip your ass. Sure, you wanted to get a reaction from Villanelle but you still wanted to have some sort of control.

Villanele walked over to the bar, ordering you both drinks, turning quickly to make sure she still had an eye on you before she got lost trying to find you again. Doing a double take, she saw a random guy come up to you, a part of her wanted you to push him off but another part of her watched to see how you would react. She had taken in every attempt and hint you dropped to her all day but she didn’t want to react and give in. Her own personal teasing, you could call it.

When she saw you grind into a guy and his hands move their way to your hips, gripping onto you, that was when she lost it. She stormed over to the both of you, tapping him on the shoulder. The guy turned around before knocking over onto the ground as Villanelle had punched him right in the jaw.

You stood up, eyes wide at her reaction to seeing you both dancing as you watched her straddle the guy, punching him over and over before pulling him up by the collar of his shirt.

“Hands off my girl” she said, punching once more on his nose which caused him to bleed. Her hands were slightly covered in his blood mixed with blood from her knuckles from how hard she had punched. You rushed over, pulling her off of the guy and onto her feet.

“Stop. You’re going to kill him if you keep going” you said as she looked over at you. Her eyes were dark from a mix of adrenaline and wanting. A wanting to teach you and tell you how you were hers and only hers.

Villanelle grabbed your wrist, pulling you roughly towards the bathroom as you felt a pit in your stomach from both excitement but also from nervousness. You both had been in this predicament before, going to the nearest room to have a quickie but it never has happened after Villanelle beating up a guy, nearly killing him.

Closing the door behind you both, she tugged you to the nearest stall, eagerly pushing you in and shutting the door. Being in a tight space together, you could feel Villanelle’s breath fan onto your face as your breath hitched a bit when she grabbed your hips, pulling you close into her.

“You see what you make me do? Hmm? Almost making me kill someone just because they had their hands all over you, caressing you the way only I should be doing” she said, looking from your eyes to your lips as you let out a small whimper feeling her hands grip your hips tighter.

Swiftly, she spun you around so your face and chest were against the the stall wall as she hiked up your dress above your ass as she inhaled a sharp breath seeing you were wearing her favorite black lace set.

“Were you wearing this for him to see, Printsessa? For him to rip off of you before he fucked you?” she said into your ear, leaning into you before smacking your ass hard pulling a yelp from you.

She chuckled, pulling back and caressing your ass before smacking again. “Uh uh, baby. You want to act like a whore all night so this is your punishment” she said, smacking once more, harder making you jolt slightly forward.

Villanelle turned you back around to face her, smirking at you before she crashed her lips against yours, pulling your leg up to wrap around her hips, steadying you on your other foot. You moved your hands to lay on her shoulders until she pulled back abruptly. You looked at her, confused as she took her belt off and looked at you.

“No touching me, baby. Another part of the punishment since you were so touchy tonight, alright?” she said, looking at you as you nodded.

“Yes” you spoke as you raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yes what?” she smirked, waiting for you to answer as you moaned slightly.

“Yes, daddy” you said as she slowly rubbed her thumb against you cheek.

“That’s my girl” she said, placing your leg back down before taking both of your hands softly and tightening the belt around them, moving them above your head for you to grab a hold of the top of the stall which, thankfully, you could reach with your heels.

“Now, why don’t you tell me what you’re true plans were for tonight, angel” She said, standing back up, moving her hand down to your panties, slowly rubbing you above the fabric, smirking at how soaked they are already.

“So wet. I bet your boy toy wouldn’t appreciate this as much, don’t you think?” she said, pushing aside the fabric and slightly pressing against your clit before beginning to rub quickly making your breath hitch.

“Tell what your plans were baby” she said, continuing to rub at a quick pace as you tried to catch your breath, letting out a loud moan, gripping tightly onto the stall. You felt her other hand pick up your leg again, giving her better access to keep rubbing.

“I just-” you breathed in as she slowed her pace a bit “I wanted to piss you off, show you that maybe someone else can pleasure me” you smirked, wanting to get a reaction out of her. She stopped rubbing your clit which made you whimper at the loss of the feeling.

Giving you a sharp look, she inserted two fingers quickly, beginning to pump in and out at a slow pace, you moved your hands down from the stall to move her hand quicker but she quickly moved them back up to hold onto the stall.

“Is that so? You really think someone can fuck you just as good as me? Get you to scream so loud just like I get you to?” she said, pulling her fingers out, looking at them covered in your slick wetness before moving them to your face, motioning for you to suck on her fingers.

Opening your mouth, she moved her fingers in as you began to suck. She let out a moan, slowly unbuckling her pants and pulling out the strap that she had put on before leaving the house that night. Taking her hand from your mouth, she used it to help align herself before slamming into you quickly, pulling you close by the back of the neck.

You moaned loudly, thanking the music from the club for being so loud that no one could hear you as your eyes rolled back, feeling Villanelle pull back out slowly before slamming in again fast.

“I’ll fuck you so good, you won’t think of anyone else” She said, picking up the pace as you leaned your head back against the stall, your moans beginning to get louder and louder. You lifted your hips a bit, feeling a new sense of pleasure from the new angle, your eyes rolled back.

“That’s it, Kiska. Moan as loud as you want, let them hear you” She said, sweat beginning to bead up on her forehead as she began grunting, moving her hand to rub your clit while continuing to thurst at a fast pace.

“I’m gonna-” you started but was cut off by letting out a short scream, gripping tightly onto the stall as you started to feel your orgasm being brought to it’s peak.

“Fuck.” Villanelle moaned out. Watching you in this state was almost euphroic to her. She knew how to pleasure you and it gave her pleasure watching you unravel underneath her, being able to share an intimate connection.

“Go ahead, baby. Cum for me. Let me see you” she said, moving your head to look at her as you inhaled a long sharp breath, feeling yourself release, letting out a long moan. Villanelle moaned along, thrusting slowly, letting your ride out your orgasm before your body went slightly limp. Villanelle pulled out, putting the strap back into ther pants as you looked at her confused.

“You don’t want me to help clean you up?” You asked as she smirked and shook her head.

“We can do that at home. This is just round one” She winked, placing your leg back down, helping you with your panties and dress to make sure you were presentable even after getting fucked in a restroom. Villanelle took the belt from your wrists, placing it back onto her pants as she looked at you before placing a kiss onto your forehead.

“I love you” she said, looking at you as you smiled, taking her hands into yours and giving her a small kiss on the lips.

“And I love you. Don’t worry, no one can fuck as good as you” you winked back as she let out a laugh.

“Damn right” she said, smacking your ass lightly, making you jump as you both exited the stall, preparing yourself for what is going to happen at home.

feedback is appreciated!

lorDt- please someone, pass the holy water

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elliethesuperfruitlover · 4 years

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Don’t Disturb This Groove

A/N: This is going to be a song fic and a Nathan Young fic, it’s gonna be a little intense, I do admit. This comes from me getting multiple ideas from multiple songs. For now, the song’s are gonna stay apart, but I might create a two part plot from this. I hope you enjoy!

Songs: Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard

Don’t Disturb This Groove by The System

Warnings: smut, oral sex (both genders receiving), bad words, alcohol, overall fluffy smut, biting, hair pulling, food (it may trigger some people), unprotected sex (wrap it up folks)

Nathan and you had been home for quite a bit, just relaxing and trying to calm down from the day put before you. He’d ended up dying...a fucking gain somehow. You walked into the room that he, Curtis, Simon, Kelly, and Alisha were in and there the fucker was, dead as a doorknob. Curtis explained and said that apparently Nathan tried to demonstrate how he performed oral sex on himself, but he accidentally snapped his neck, killing himself. As per usual. You weren’t surprised, but one of these days he might be in the middle of an orgasm and he’ll forget to unwrap his hand from around his neck. Yes, he has a choking kink, and he reminds you each time he’s on the edge. You could be taking a shit and Nathan would walk in, wanking off with one hand, opening the door with the other, and ask you to wrap your hand around his neck. He’s just like that.

“Good god I’m tired. Autoerotic suicide isn’t all easy and happy y’know.” Nathan says, rubbing his neck while nursing an ice cold glass of water.

“Yeah, yeah, next time you try to suck your own dick in front of your friends, put some pillows down for the mess.” you sneer, sarcastically looking at Nathan, whose mouth opens at your comment, almost leaking water on your freshly mopped floors.

“Okay, I get it, I’m too strong for my own good. Maybe I should show you some moves and we could 69 standing up.” Nathan says, imitating eating you out.

“Nathan please, you can barely lift a box, but I appreciate the offer. One of these days I’m gonna dominate you and shut you up for once.” you say rolling your eyes.

He chuckles to himself, polishing off his glass of water. He places the glass on the counter, reaching up to grab a handful of pick n’ mix, which hilariously he got himself into community service for. A little stripe of pale skin peeks out from his shirt when he reaches up, and you rush over to kiss over it, eliciting a giggle from Nathan. You stand back up and peck his lips, covered in crumbs from his snacking. The two of you sit in the kitchen, enjoying each other’s company. Occasional soft kisses and mumbles of sweet nothings are shared between the two of you. Nathan’s hands are on your waist, and your foreheads touch. You can feel the other’s heart beating in time with yours. The warmth of each other is all you need in that moment. Nathan’s curls brush against your shoulder as he places his head between your neck and collarbone. He smushes it in, and you giggle softly, knowing that he was very vulnerable. He’s a huge softie when he wants to be.

“I love you Nathan. I really do,” you mumbled into his neck, balling his shirt up in your fist.

“I love you too. Even if I don’t show it most of the time, I really do care about you.”he whispered back, a very light dusting of pink covering his pale cheeks.

Earlier when the two of you were at the Community Center, the clouds were ready to rain, but it hadn’t happened yet. Nathan always got a little nervous when it rained because of how he gained his immortality and the general fucked up aura about The Storm and what it caused. Not that Nathan’s slate was clean before stealing that pick ‘n mix, but nobody deserves to be almost crushed by very large hail, then have to deal with multiple murders. The sky finally emptied itself and it began to rain, but it was peaceful in a way. The two of you came apart, then drifted to your patio, where you watched the back garden become supple with the cloud’s rain, the birds hiding in their trees, huddling together for warmth. You got one brilliant idea, and opened the door, taking Nathan’s hand with you, dragging him after you.

You took your hair down and immediately got wet, but you stopped caring the moment your feet hit the wet grass. You ran around, free from worries, and splashed about in the rain, ruining your jeans. Nathan followed close behind, watching you in awe, as he’d never seen such a carefree version of anyone he’d known, besides himself. You heard the song Pour Some Sugar On Me blasting somewhere in your head, and you were vibing to say the least. That mixed with Nathan watching you, and his general horniness created him walking up behind you, and he kissed you, grabbing two handfuls of your ripe ass. He put his hips against yours, and the two of you stood in the rain, making out like it was the end of the world. Nathan slipped his tongue through your lips, battling against yours, wanting it to never end. You jumped and he caught you, your legs wrapping around his waist, proving for optimal pressure on your clit. Your lips smacked together, and your hands went up to play with Nathan’s curls, which became slightly wavy under the rain.

The pace slowly sped up, Nathan’s bulge becoming more pronounced under your ministrations. He broke away from the makeout session, moaning against your neck and he bit it lightly, the rain lightly muffling your whimpers. He bit down harder, making sure to let your voice catch in your throat, making you get even more rough with him, keeping your promise from earlier. He drops his head, moaning to the sky and heavens above, his eyes closed from the feeling of wet denim and pressure against his cock. He lifted you against his body, trying to hit orgasm, thrusting against you. However, God had other plans, as lighting strikes near the both of you, efficiently scaring the shit out of the both of you.

“Christ on a cracker!” Nathan yelled, slightly dazed from his mid-coital bliss.

You both went back inside, soaking wet, looking for warmth. You placed your clothes in the dryer, and decided to head to the shower, warming up twice as fast.

“We showerin’ together? Or do you want me to join you while you touch yourself while thinking about me. Want me to shove my cock between your fat ass cheeks and cum on your back.” Nathan says, whispering in your ear, creeping behind you.

“You can come with me, and if you’re lucky, I’ll let you come in me.” you say, bending your ass over to give Nathan a nice view, turning the hot water on.

The two of you actually did shower, but Nathan is too horny for his own good. He reached around and groped your tits, grinding his cock against your ass cheeks, his pubes softly scrubbing against your back. He moved from your breasts to your pussy, touching lightly along your folds and lips, dipping near your hole every now and then. He got closer and pressed his chest against your back, his nipples hard and erect, rubbing against your shoulder blades, causing Nathan to let out little groans and soft sounds from his pink lips. He turns you around, and makes you watch while he slips a finger, no two, into your sex, soaking them in your slick. He knows that you don’t orgasm from certain actions, so with his other hand, he starts jacking himself off, his hand moving up and down, rubbing along the head of his dick, pleasuring the both of you simultaneously. He looked into your eyes, piercing them, wanting you to feel everything that he was doing. Emotionally and physically, he wanted you to feel it and absorb the pleasure. He brings himself closer to the edge, but you have other plans, thus again.

You turn the water off, and step away from Nathan’s fingers, which were rubbing against your walls. Nathan was quite soft as a person, and he followed you to the mirror like a lost puppy, entranced by your sultriness. You stepped towards the mirror, which was steamed up, and hopped onto the counter, spreading your legs to expose your vagina, pointing your toes for presentation. Nathan went up to you, kissing your lips, and grabbing your thighs. He closed the distance between the two of you, his dick entering you, halting when his length hit its mark. He softly moaned against your lips, beginning to thrust, his hips meeting your spread ones. The sound of your lips smacking against each other grew, just as your hips meeting did. You could feel his head meeting every fold in your wall, and that feeling was pure, unbridled, pleasure. He started moaning with each thrust, as you had put your nails against his back, and went up and down against it, causing him to speed up his pace. Nathan had a special place in his kinks for pain, especially inflicted by others. Your legs were around his waist, and you pulled him closer, and the mirror only stayed fogged where the two of you were, warming yourselves up. His cock sped up even more, his balls slapping against your pelvis, created noise in the cramped bathroom. Even as your body took his penis, it still stretched you as your pussy squeezed his cock, forcing Nathan to ease into his first orgasm of the night, painting your insides with his seed, moaning into the open. You held him as he shook, and he made ragged breaths, tumbling through the aftershocks.

Nathan slowly pulled out of you, recovering slowly. Your legs came down from the counter, and his cum slowly dripped from you, getting on the floor, but you’d mop later. You kissed Nathan’s cheek and made sure that he was okay before you dried him off and dressed him, as well as dressing yourself. It was nearing dinner time, and your stomach grumbled just at the thought of eating. You’d only had a light breakfast, consisting of raisins and cheese. You put on some chicken nuggets (A/N: i had to.), and Nathan rounded the corner, making motions with his hand that indicated that he wanted cuddles. The two of you sat on the couch in the living room, which was over by the door, which still made you feel...special. Nathan was on top of you, his head between your breasts, and his arms behind your back. You played with his curls while he relaxed, and you rubbed his back slowly, as his eyes drooped. You let him nap for the time being, and you closed your eyes as well, as the chicken nuggets usually took some time to get fully ready. As long as you didn’t wake up to the house on fire, you were dandy.

“Wakey wakey. Chicky nuggies!!” said a voice, presumably Nathan, as there wasn’t a weight on top of you, and you smelled chicken nuggets.

“Thank you baby.” you said, grabbing the plate and beer from him, sitting up.

The two of you dug into your food which consisted of chicken nuggets and applesauce as you keep forgetting to go out to go do some shopping. You also talked while you ate, and since Nathan was recovered from his orgasm, his funny attitude was back. He was talking about the time he died from getting pushed from a ledge, which was how he found out about his immortality. He wasn’t always happy with his power, and he was speaking of replacing it. Never dying is something from the fucking A-list, he’d even said it himself. You had no developed power yet, even though you experienced the same storm. It still baffled you, but Nathan told you not to worry over it. Easier said than done.

“These nuggies are cooked to perfection.” Nathan says, eating his last one, then obscenely burping, slightly alarming you.

“Well, excuse you sir.” you said, taking a sip of beer. (or root beer if you don’t drink).

After a while, the meal drew to a close, and Nathan, a good man himself, took the plates and bottles into the kitchen and washed them.

You were stretched out on the couch, still somewhat tired from your nap. Nathan joined you on the couch, taking the opposite side, and your feet joined near the middle. You two turned on the television, and slowly joined in the middle to play with the other’s hair, cuddling against each other. Nathan sighed against your touch and closed his eyes, not sleeping, but just enjoying the presence. The tv played quietly in the background, and the rain had calmed to a meer drizzle, adding to the aesthetic. You reached down and kissed Nathan’s forehead, void of wrinkles. He put his lips to yours, and the two of you were making out again, but much softer than before. His hands wandered slowly, but still gave the same effect. He made you feel special. That was all that mattered. His tongue played with yours, lackluster, and he softly ground against your hips. Little whimpers were shared between the two of you. Every now and then, you would turn your heads, trying to mix up the angle to find a new perspective.

This carried on for some time, and the television slowly faded to just fuzz. Nathan began to get a little whiny, and moaned against you, his pretty green eyes sparkling with lust. His hips were starting to get more impatient, it seemed, ready for some action. He was transfixed on you, and only you at that moment in time. Something that was very rare for the irish chatterbox.

Nathan got a little restless, so he decided to pick you up (successfully this time) and carry you to the shared bedroom. He put you down softly on the bed, and stripped himself of his clothes, but of course, he was wearing his zebra bikini briefs. They made you chuckle as you also rid yourself of your clothes. Nathan hovered above you, worshipping your body. He took you in, all of you, and he took his place between your legs, not entering you yet. His mouth gravitated to your breasts, more specifically your nipples. He suckled them, softly, treating them too tender, much too unlike his usual demeanor. You whimpered at his antics, and moaned at his tiny bites against your flesh. He switched sides, and while he was playing with you, one of his hands reached down to touch over your folds, forcing a moan from you. Nathan kissed down your body, leaving a trail of purple and red along your torso. He made his way over your pubic mound, then immediately placed your clit under his tongue, kissing and biting it. This action was met with your loud gasps, then taking a hold of Nathan’s head, and thrusting against it. He looked up at you while he worked, and made his way down to your hole, prodding it with his tongue, forcing the muscle inside of you.

Wet kisses and breathy moans filled the air, Nathan trying his hardest to get you over the edge before his hand working him to orgasm does. His tongue slurps away at your excretements, and whenever he takes small breaks to breathe, your slick covers his face, even wetting some of his curls. Just as you’d almost reached your orgasm, you yanked him back towards you, mumbling an idea.

“I want to 69 with you. We don't have to be standing, I just want to share feelings.” you say, breathless.

Nathan softly nods, and places his leg over your hip, settling his mouth once again over your sex. You take his dick into your mouth as soon as he gets back to licking your pussy, trying to work as quickly as he does. Luckily, Nathan loves receiving blowjobs, so you had your work cut out smoothly. You ran your tongue over the vein prominent on the bottom of his dick, and kitten licked the tip, sending Nathan into a frenzy below, uh, above you. Every time you bobbed your head on his length, he let out a harsh breath on your hole, grunting against it. Soon enough, the two of you reached a reasonable pace, and Nathan bent his knees, lightly mouth fucking you. You groaned along his length, and he replied back, biting another mark on your vagina. At this point in time, you started taking his balls and sucking on them, quickly jerking him off in replacement of your mouth. Nathan started speeding up his licks on your pussy, as he was being worked closer to his edge, and wanted it to be a mutual orgasm. You did an old party trick, and slipped both his cock and balls into your mouth, moving your mouth over both bits, teasing him to no end. He came with a high moan and a grunt, and you swallowed every last drop, wishing that you could make him cum a second time.

Nathan stopped making efforts to please you when he came, as he could be a bit sensitive sometimes, but he slipped into your wet heat before you could even get a joke out. Your breath caught in your throat as Nathan thrust into you, wasting no time in trying to get you to orgasm. Somewhere off in the distance, the song Don’t Disturb This Groove started playing, and you’d forgotten to put a sock on the door before the two of you crashed on the bed. That was the least of your worries as Nathan softly made love to you, as his libido calmed down after his orgasm, but not too terribly much, as he wanted you to reach that beautifully erotic peak as soon as possible. He bent his head and kissed your lips, only doing so to cover his own moans, his hips working in succession with your mouths. He made little sounds, doing quite a shitty job at hiding them as his hips picked up with a new vigor, working to bring you closer. His cock slipped in and out of your vagina, still stretching it with his girth, and hitting just the right spot, just left of your cervix. You let him know by tightening again, sending you straight to that euphoria filled abyss. Your knees bent around his back, Nathan tensing up as you tilted your head back, and came against his cock, thrusting up to meet him, riding through the waves.

Your body had a long time for recovery, and Nathan helped you with the aftershocks, kissing your neck, and meeting your eyes with his own. When you were ready, he pulled out, and went to go get the two of you cleaned up. You were still sensitive, as was Nathan, after your little adventures throughout the day, and he cuddled up against you on your bed, making himself the big spoon, even though he longed to be the little one.

“You okay, Nathan?” you ask him, brushing a spare curl from his forehead.

He nods against your flesh, sighing against it, and grabbing your hand from underneath the covers. He smiled into your neck, and you turned into his chest, nuzzling up close. He fell asleep quite quickly, snoring quietly above you. Your face took its place on Nathan’s shoulder, and you hitched a leg over his hip, content for the time being.

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faelune-home · 3 years

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FFXIV Write 2021 #21: Feckless

(a/n: Another quick rush to submit this, so there is definitely some clean up near the end of this I’ll have to do when I post this edited for ao3 XD

But I realised I hadn’t written a job specific piece yet all month, and I was reminded of some astro fluff I’d done last year, which I suppose is tentatively mentioned here? If you want to read that and more of my WoL’s job learning habits, it’s here; Shuffle

But yes, a mix of wanting to write job stuffs - Jannequinard being the feckless one here, the inspo for this piece - and maybe have a Scion meet a job trainer, in this case Alphi. Which def makes me want to add another section to this given the trainers in question...but that’s for later edits, I already rushed this greatly aha.

Also, after sticking to using Fhara to refer to my WoL, and sticking to such situations where people would only know her as that, I finally got to try using “Fufu” as an adventuring alias with a crowd that would only know her as that. Finally representing the idea I’ve long had now. XD

Set after 3.2 and all that happened then. This is kind of taking my WoL’s penchant for taking on extra jobs more for the experience than to dedicate entirely to it, but then mixing that with her desire to do more to help her companions when she feels rather hopeless and lost.

Word count: 2006)

The air in Ishgard was tense following the failed peace conference in Falcon’s Nest, with uneasy whispers filling the cobbled streets and nervous glances to the skies. Alphinaud could scarcely blame the people for their wariness, having heard Nidhogg’s warning for himself. So set on revenge, he had even renounced his own kin, set on having the blood of Ishgardian and dragon alike to stain the land. And Estinien would be the one to administer the attack, against whatever will he would still possess.

The sight of his friend in such a state, the prone body of Vedofnir beneath him, skewered on his lance, had chilled Alphinaud at the time, and even still to recall it. Alongside the image of Aymeric, primed with a bow, ready to shoot his own comrade without hesitation...were it not for Nidhogg’s timely departure, that would be another companion sacrificed in the name of war.

In amongst his tormented memories of that calamitous day, he recalled Fhara’s conflicted expression. In amongst the rising roars and jeers of a hungry crowd, they were in their own bubble where not a word was said, only the share looks of pained terror at the turn of events, yet even her own fear seemed so much more. It was only later, overhearing the Fortemps family discussing the conference that he had learned more of what had happened that day, and Fhara’s own struggles with the conference, to put it lightly.

Afterwards, Fhara started going for more frequent lessons at the Athenaeum Astrologicum. So eager was she in her studies that she was often away from the manor or out of the city for days at a time. Alphinaud knew she was only keeping busy, and that he had no reason to fear for her safety, but eventually, after a few brief greetings in passing at the manor, he found himself desiring her company proper.

For all the bustle the Athenaeum Astrologicum had been put under in the recent weeks, it was surprisingly peaceful the day he arrived to visit, a welcome reprieve from Ishgard’s otherwise heavy atmosphere. Only a few students milled around within the building, hard at work studying star maps or tomes. The receptionist stood to attention at Alphinaud’s entrance, pushing aside a tome that had clearly been giving him some stress, the frustrated creases giving way to a welcoming, if affected smile.

“Good day, my young ser,” the older elezen said with a bow, “What manner of business brings you to our humble hall? A prior meeting or a dire emergency?”

“Nothing of the sort, sir, I’m merely looking for a friend,” Alphinaud stated, looking around the small space, trying to catch a glimpse of a blonde tail or the familiar pigtailed head he knew, “I’m aware that she’s made use of your establishment for study purposes?”

“Study purposes? Ah, I see,” the receptionist brightened up, after an initial look of curiosity had crossed his face, “You must mean the ever charming Miss Fufu. She does indeed study here under our own Lord Rufin, but she is out at the moment on an errand. Although I’m quite certain she’ll return soon, if you don’t mind waiting.”

“I wouldn’t wish to take up space, I’d be more than happy to return later-” Alphinaud started, already making for the door, when the other man quickly said, “Come now, there’s scarcely anyone here for you to trouble! And with how much work needs getting done here and how eager the young miss is about assisting us, you’d be better waiting here to catch her lest she runs off again.”

“I...I suppose knowing her, she does have an unfortunate tendency to take on more work for herself than is necessary,” the boy mumbled, ignoring the mild pang of guilt at how often he had given her that work in the past, even if she hadn’t ever questioned it or limited herself. He’d already promised her that he wouldn’t continue to blame himself for past mistakes.

“Then stay a while, all the better to wait with company, right?” Yet before Alphinaud could agree, if only to cease the chattering man and resign himself to a corner to wait, the sound of footsteps from the back stairwell seemed to make the receptionist’s grin fall to a worn grimace.

“If I were to ask now, how much is her work that of her own, and how much of it is meant to be yours? Even if you wish to say she took it on willingly, need I remind you that you’re still behind in your own studies in comparison? And I would be very surprised if you say you’re taking the time now to read up on your necessary materials while you’ve chosen to stay behind here.” The voice of the barrage of questions appeared, a hyuran woman with cropped purple hair and wearing a long white robe not unlike that of the city clergy, and with a firm disappointed frown aimed directly at the other man.

“How kind of you to join us Lord Rufin,” the receptionist coughed, attempting to give a placating smile, “Although I was under the impression that you had other business elsewhere.”

“And I returned while you were away from your post,” she replied, expression unwavering, “I did assume you were off assisting with whatever the Observatorium needed, and I would understand given the current troubles in the city, but if it turns out it was another pointless meeting with a young lady-”

“Not at all! My uncle has me far too busy for such arrangements, I assure you,” he scoffed, “Have some faith in me. And some faith in Miss Fufu, she offered to deliver my missives so that I would have a chance at further study.” The woman, Lord Rufin, narrowed her eyes, but didn’t press him further, only nudging his cast aside tome back in front of him, and then turning to Alphinaud.

“So, you’re a friend of Fufu’s? She has spoken somewhat of her companions, but most of our time together has been advancing her studies in astromancy,” she said, casting a quick glance across the boy, as though taking stock of him. He would’ve felt uncertain of the gesture if it weren’t for the friendlier tone she addressed him with.

“Aye, she has said that she found the time to learn such arts. Although I’m rather surprised that it appears to be the Sharlayan variant of healing magicks. I would’ve thought Ishgard opposed such methods,” Alphinaud nodded, noting the star globe hung from Rufin’s back. He did recall the first time Fhara had showcased her small talents, so long before her foray into the Aery, before many of the disasters that had followed them. Minor though they were, she did have an aptitude for some healing spells.

“They were, at first,” Rufin smiled, “But with enough work and convincing, plus admittedly the Holy See’s...diminished say in matters around here, some few folk have been willing to take on the arts. It helps that even outside of any fate reading skills, astromancy is a boon to have on the battlefield, something many of the soldiers have been keen to have for aid.”

With a glance over her shoulder at the begrudgingly studious elezen at the desk, she added, more quietly for Alphinaud only, “And I suppose I have to admit that, for all he’s rather feckless when it comes to his studies vs Miss Fufu’s enthusiasm, Jannequinard was a great help in getting interest to take off amongst the other student here, and getting us the chance to showcase our skill in the first place.”

“I see,” Alphinaud nodded in response, noting the name and recognising it as a notable - for many reasons - Durendaire lord, however his curiosity was taken on another note, as he asked, “But why come all the way here to teach? Even if Ishgard eventually allowed it, knowing the Forum…”

“Yes, we had some letters and disagreements sent our way,” Rufin huffed, waving a hand in dismissal, “But in the end, they didn’t try to stop us, so I’m not going to worry about it.” Alphinaud suspected otherwise, noting how quickly she brushed aside the topic, plus his own experience overhearing his father at work, but chose better than to pursue it. It wasn’t any of his business.

At that time, the doors burst open, and Fhara appeared, panting heavily as she swept into the room, the skirts of her long gown flourishing behind her as the last of the chill wind caught it.

“I’m back! Sorry I took so long, I got rather turned around in the Crozier delivering some of the messag-” Her eyes widened in surprise as she caught sight of her friend. “Oh, Alphinaud! I wasn’t expecti- I mean, is everything alright? Did something happen?”

“Calm yourself first,” Rufin chided gently, “You’re clearly quite flustered.”

“Please, nothing is wrong,” Alphinaud nodded, taking a seat from the table and guiding his friend to sit, “I was merely here waiting for you.” Some few seconds passed as Fhara breathed, trying to recollect herself. A tome snapped shut, and Jannequinard stepped out from the desk. “Lord Rufin, perhaps we should give these two a moment, given that the young lad came all this way to meet with his companion. And if you would be so kind, I could do with some help understanding a page or two here.” Rufin raised an eyebrow, but nodded, casting another glance at the pair before leaving with her coworker.

When the sound of footsteps ascending up the wooden stairs faded, Fhara turned to her friend and asked, “So, are you alright?”

The boy was briefly taken aback. “I’m perfectly alright. It is you I would ask that of.”

“Me?” She blinked.

“Well, it has been some time since we’ve properly seen each other these past few days. I know that you look for things to pass the time and keep you busy, of course, but I’ve been rather worried that you were almost too busy. And it seems so given how you seem rushed off your feet here.”

“It’s nothing like that!” Fhara gaped, although a guilty flick of the ear was already betraying her, “I’m just here learning from Rufin. Everything I’m doing is part of that, or doing some idle favours to show my appreciation.”

“Or lightening another’s workload to busy your own mind?” Fhara flinched at the accusation.

“But why? You’ve never been one for the healing arts other than as an idle study, more so for emergencies. I don’t wish to sound as though it’s odd to see you so invigorated for a subject, but why throw yourself into it now?” Fhara didn’t answer, her head turned down and gaze focused on the floor.

“...Is it because of the peace conference?” No reply.

“The Vault?” Her tail flicked.

“...Ysyale?”

“Yes,” she finally replied, a quiet mumble half buried into her chest, “Ysayle, and Minfilia, and Haurchefant, and everyone else. Estinien and Vedofnir, and Honoroit and Emmanelain, and that woman that tried to insight an outburst at the conference, and everyone else.” She finally looked up, wearing a guilty smile with tears already seeping from her eyes.

“I just want to help. But I don’t know what to do.” An ache pounded in his chest to see her weep. Even for someone so emotionally open, she was normally of the cheery type. To see her cry and bemoan how she couldn’t help everyone...

“You know you aren’t alone in this. I am here to help you- all the Scions are.”

“I know-”

“Don’t throw yourself into this if it's not something you really truly want. If it’s only for the sake of others. You would only bring yourself harm if you force it upon yourself.” Fhara sniffed, brushing aside the tears.

In that moment, he swore he wouldn’t leave her to shoulder it alone. He had already asked so much of her. He could spare his own strength to support her as well.

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2021 #my writing #alphinaud leveilleur #Jannequinard de Durendaire #leveva byrde #my wol #keeper of the moon miqo'te #fhara laali #heavensward #ffxiv #Final Fantasy XIV

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katierosefun · 3 years

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Go Back Couple made me cry it was so sweet and wholesome ;-;;; and it was really clever too! And I thought it said a lot about people it really made me think about how we really see only one or two sides of someone else in a relationship. I saw Hospital Playlist at the start of quarantine and I spent the whole time just being “I miss my friends!!” bc it has such beautiful friendships and platonic relationships (and cute romances too)

Also if you have more recs please share bc once this quarter finishes I really want to watch more dramas I’m collecting recs ^^

ooooh, i just read the plot of go back couple and i’m so curious, and i’ve added it to my to watch lost! and yessss, i’ve been meaning to watch hospital playlist! i think i watched the first 10 minutes of the first episode, but i never got around to continuing, but i most certainly will resume my watch once finals finish for me too :’))

oh yes, but as for more recs...well, there’s this list that i compiled a few months back, but since then, i’ve been thinking of other kdramas i’ve watched and liked, so...below the cut!

1. penthouse (1 & 2, renewed for a season 3, which will be coming in june!)

where to watch: viki (although with some kind of plus plan, but if you don’t have plus,,,here’s a place where you could theoretically watch)

favorite track on the ost: idk, i haven’t really been paying attention to the ost because like...this kdrama is also so incredibly focused on opera / classical music, and it’s actually introduced me to a lot of wonderful pieces, one of my faves being mozart’s die zauberflote.

listen: it usually takes me a hysterically long time to get through a new kdrama, but i was so invested that i got through the first season (complete with 21 episodes!)n within like,,,two or three weeks, and i have about 3 episodes left of the second season (which has 13 episodes!). this kdrama is just that good. it’s basically about these families living at this super fancy apartment complex called hera palace (which is fitting...hera, the queen of the gods, also the goddess of maternity...). honestly, there’s so much going on in this kdrama that it’s kind of hard to explain everything that happens, but essentially, the show opens up with the murder of a young orphan girl and works backwards from there. we learn about each of the families’ secrets, ambitions, and some really shocking twists and turns along the way.

honestly, i’m surprised by how much i love this kdrama. there aren’t a whole ton of likable characters--literally almost every character is deeply flawed and obvious about it, but honestly, the complexity and layers built into each character is worth it. we really see how environments shape people, especially with each of the family’s children. we see all these moralities clash with each other, and we see how greed and ambition can muddy those waters, even amongst the children. i’ve been super enjoying season 2 especially, because we’re learning even more, not to mention that i’ve been so surprised by the level of character development going on here. i won’t spoil anything, but like...it’s wonderful and impressive, and i cannot believe this kdrama has me actually rooting for certain characters. also, on another note: this kdrama does a lot with addressing exactly how far a parent would go for their kid--and it’s bonkers and wonderful. honestly...an addictive kdrama, full of suspense and drama and with deeply complex characters.

a fair warning: this kdrama is rated r, although i’m learning that rated r in south korea would probably pass off as pg-13 in the us--there’s more explicit scenes of violence, really harsh bullying, murder (of course), and implied sex scenes (nothing ever shown, very much a “camera pulls away” situation).

2. pinocchio

where to watch: viki

favorite track to the ost: pinocchio by roy kim

okay, this kdrama is...just really sweet, and again: i liked it a lot more than i thought i would? it’s a little older, like it started airing in 2014--but i just...really liked it. it’s about these two people from separate families (but they grow up together under the same roof, it’s a whole complicated thing), and both of them become reporters. the only issue is that one of the characters has pinocchio syndrome, which is basically that she can’t tell a lie without hiccupping. you’d think this makes for a goofy drama because of that, but this kdrama def. has a lot of heavyhanded/serious moments. it’s so weird to think this kdrama aired in 2014, just because i think a lot of the themes--all of them about truth and what counts as the truth especially in journalism--feel still so relevant today.

this kdrama also has a lot to say about generational trauma/the burdens we inherit from our parents and our older siblings, and it also has a lot of stuff about taking responsibility for the sins of our parents, etc. it’s so wonderfully and beautifully done, and i’m honestly...again, surprised by just how deeply they ran with this concept. the romance is also cute, although i’ll def. admit there’s some stuff that still makes me “???” but overall, i really enjoyed the actors’ chemistry with each other, and i was still satisfied with the ending!

3. fight for my way

where to watch: viki

favorite track on the ost: i don’t think this kdrama has too much of an ost? and i don’t think i was paying attention to the ost in this kdrama either, oops

i’m still watching this kdrama / have i think 5 episodes left of this kdrama, but i’ve been really enjoying it so far! it’s following the story of these four twentysomethings, and they all have these big dreams for themselves. unfortunately, they’re also twentysomethings, and achieving their dreams is...kind of hard. honestly, this kdrama is just so wholesome, and it has its serious moments, but i really love it. the friendships in this kdrama are solid, and the romance is super sweet, and it’s very much so the classic childhood friends to lovers that just makes me :’))

also, just like...it’s hopeful. and empowering. and just like, seeing characters go “i know this is hard for me to achieve and i know it would make so much more sense for me to just sit down with my head low and quietly accept where i am, but i’m going to pursue my dream anyways” just...idk, i feel like it’s a kdrama that a lot of young dreamers can relate to, and i really need to finish this kdrama, but it’s...really sweet and relatable.

4. space sweepers

where to watch: netflix

okay, so this isn’t a kdrama, but i need to rec this movie because it’s...so good. this is a science fiction film following this crew of...space sweepers. basically, earth is now uninhabitable/unsafe to live in, and the wealthy are all living on a repurposed mars. (bro doesn’t that sound familiar?)

in order to get money, a lot of people risk their lives by cleaning up debris still floating around orbit. these people are known as space sweepers, and they’re basically space janitors, only with a lot more flying and swearing. this crew winds up accidentally getting ahold of this mysterious child, who may or may not have a huge bounty on her head. i won’t go any deeper than that, but...this movie is so wonderful for its found family elements, and each character has such an interesting background, and i’m honestly surprised by how this movie went so deep into each character in such a short amount of time? (although honestly i would 1000/10 want a netflix series following each character’s lives just because)

admittedly, there’s some issues i have with this movie--like, idk, one character wears dreadlocks, and i’m just :/// about that, because :///// it really shows that south korea isn’t exempt from cultural appropriation. i still like the character, and i still like the movie overall, but that’s just a heads-up.

but besides that, this movie is really good at showing how sometimes the villain is just a wealthy old white dude, and sometimes family can really just be a ragtag team of outcasts, and sometimes it is really the younger generation that can literally bring hope and etc. it’s very much :’))

and that’s all i’ve got! thank u for asking me about kdramas, because...as you can tell: many thoughts.

#answered #i have....so many kdramas to watch too #like hospital playlist and king eternal monarch are def. kdramas i need to resume watching #and i've also....steadily been making my way through romance is a bonus book although i still don't really know how to feel about it #it's cute but i don't have too many thoughts/enough thoughts on it #i've just been watching a lot of lee jong suk's kdramas let's be real #i've also been meaning to watch what's wrong with secretary kim? because i remember liking it but i've only watched the first 3 eps #so i wasn't sure whether to rec it #tbh check back on me in a few months and i'll def. have more kdramas to rec asdfsfasdf #i now have the yearly viki plus plan and as you can tell: i am using it

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fmdjoosungarchive · 4 years

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plot train 4 event choo choo. this is partially for me to have an idea of what my kids are doing, but if any of these activities/prompts speak to you, feel free to give this post a like or message me directly! (& ofc if not, it’s all good)

sung

in general!

he’s doing alright atm, so this is a nice little vacation thing for him, esp since he’s in the middle of promotions

99% sure he’ll b rooming w daisuke

he’ll probably most frequent the library, game room, pool, and spa

color cards!

26th: red (work) sung loves christmas and is a lil bit sad he wasn’t able to spend the day with his family, so your muse and him can bring around some christmas cheer! alternatively, we can hallmark movie it and your muse can be the ceo who spent their whole life working and didn’t have time for children, so sung has to be the one to show them the joys of christmas and love

28th: yellow (mission) i fully expect sung to fail this mission. he can b smart but he’d probably get stressed with the challenge and would rather spend his time looking at the animals for a long time. maybe someone who also fails is looking for transport and they put their heads tgt to find something? or earlier on, your competitive muse helps sung get some of the animals up until he gets distracted

30th: blue (relaxation) free! mani! pedi! sung takes good enough care of his skin but he wants to be Pretty and get Painted (and proceed to try not to b insecure as hell abt it) maybe your muse encourages him into getting painted, or offers ideas on what to paint, or has general chitchat with him during the session, or meal afterwards

event prompts!

if duri suji yuanjun or minhee want birthday presents from sung, Leggo. otherwise, sung could give out christmas gifts/late gifts to just about anyone! he loves giving gifts, whether he’s getting one back or not

trying something new could be a new food, a book that sung wants to show your muse (book exchange?), a gift exchange with new items, some clothing items found while out n about

sung likes talking about the future so he could have a solid chat about going into 2021 right before new years

and he could def get lost. he’s too used to having his members and/or manager w him

andy

in general!

andy is still trying to be a functioning human being by Talking with Others so there are more opportunities for this grump in yalls muses lives

however he’s rooming with hwan which means he’ll be Unavailable a lot of the time

when he isn’t, he’ll most likely be at the bar, gym, or game room. he’d also like to catch a show at the theatre! and he’ll be going out in taipei, feel free to use him as your taiwan tour guide

color cards!

26th: blue (relaxation) i gave this one to him because i think it’s hilarious. andy can’t swim lol he’s not Afraid of water but he’s not gonna be partaking in underwater type pool games, and otherwise would be sitting on the edge of the pool. someone Pls expose him for not being able to swim

28th: red (work) andy is a good cook so he could be helpful for any muses who aren’t so skilled. or maybe theres some ‘friendly’ competition btwn andy and your muse for whose dish a crew member/production staff would like best

30th: yellow (mission) i’m not being all that nice to him so i’m gonna force him into blue group. sounds nice but he hates being touched and i’m entirely sure he’ll be found out because he’s sat there trying to relax enough for a facial and keeps freaking. again, pls expose his ass

event prompts!

i think the words prompt could work well maybe with andy (spinning a lie) talking to someone about fishing trips he and his family took. maybe while they’re docked so it can be more Smooth

charm member helping andy fix his microphone that keeps falling? maybe as a full thread, smth abt how it’s weird andy’s more chipper than usual

presents would be interesting. same as sung, i’ll offer andy giving a present, but just to yuanjun or minhee. otherwise, andy would be very shocked to receive a present from anyone else. gifts aren’t much of his Thing and i do love flipping the script w andy

jeonghwa

in general!

off of promotions and into a semi-vacation? she’s living. her usual self wanting to try everything and anything, get into trouble, have a blast. she’s a troublemaker and a lil whore so have at it, she’s down for anything. her job is complete if the camerappl have run away from what she’s doing at least three times

she’d most frequently be found at the pool, theatre, or every single one of the restaurants. yes she insists upon trying them all

color cards!

26th: yellow (mission) flash mobs are out of date, she says. this is the most fun mission ever, she says. your muse and her trying to figure out some dance moves to present to the group? your muse totally not into it and jeonghwa hyping them up?

28th: yellow (mission) like sung, she’ll be going to the zoo, but she’s determined to finish this. help her along? share what you’ve each gotten so far and part ways? maybe mislead her accidentally or purposefully?

30th: red (work)

the most boring of them Seemingly, but jeonghwa always tries to make everything fun. impromptu decipher’s dream girl rehearsal with mops? maybe shes getting tired and has convinced your muse to ‘help’ her? maybe while cleaning they find someone’s diamond ring and have to go on a hunt to find out who it is (except they end up just giving it to the staff’s lost and found)

event prompts!

new year’s kiss? i don’t think she’s had one before, so someone could fill up the 2020-2021 slot or the trying something new!

trying something new could be literally anything, though, jeonghwa’s never been on a cruise, big bucket list item checked off There, and she’s down for anything. even making gingerbread houses at the ball is something she hasn’t done before

lucid member or someone watching from the sidelines, maybe jeonghwa ~didnt sleep well~ some night and was doing dance moves facing the wrong way, and they help remind her

could also get lost, present giving open to all birthday ppl again, as well as christmas gifts!

#fmdcall #this is much 2 long #i'll be crossing things off as they get plotted out w ppl!#just so we don't overlap accidentally #EDIT BC I FORGOT TO SAY jeonghwa doesnt have a roomie yet #so thats also a connection to take #edit 2 jeonghwa is now rooming w miss minjung

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beifongsss · 5 years

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for the fickle [p.p.]

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: You’ve always been there for Peter but you’re tired of always listening to him pine over MJ after what happened the night of homecoming.

reader is basically MJ during ffh!

Word Count: 8.8k (i’m so sorry the ending is rushed)

WARNING: ffh spoilers! proceed with caution!

this fic was inspired by reese lansangan’s song For the Fickle which I thought was super soft :( I def recommend listening to it throughout this!

here is my masterlist!!

You walked down the hall, on your way back to the gym. You shook your hands out, getting rid of the water droplets on your hands. Of course the bathroom had ran out of paper towels.

You were knocked down as you turned the corner, a panting Peter Parker propping himself up on his hands as he stared down at you, causing you to blush.

“(Y/N),” Peter whispered. “I’m sorry I have to go.”

“Peter! What do you mean? It’s homecoming,” you exclaimed as he quickly helped you up. “What about Liz?”

Peter quickly pressed a kiss to your forehead before smiling softly. “You look amazing. I hope you know that.”

You stood there in shock at his words as he ran off, taking off his tie before bolting out the door. You continued on your way, arriving back at the gym, grabbing your purse and saying a quick goodbye to MJ before waving to Liz, who looked a little lost due to her absent date.

The time on your phone read 11:23 pm as you walked home, but you weren’t too concerned. The neighborhood you lived in was remotely safe and if anything happened, you had your trusty pocket knife. Plus, Spider-Man was known to lurk around sometimes so you knew you’d be safe.

You made it home without incident and proceeded to get ready for bed. You played your music, knowing that your parents wouldn’t be home for a while as they often worked late nights in the lab that employed them. One hot shower and a leftover slice of pizza later, you sat at your desk, removing any traces of makeup that were left on your face after your shower.

Your music was blasting, not too loud but loud enough for you to miss the tap on your window The tap came again, slightly louder, and you lowered your volume before standing. Grabbing your trusty pocket knife, you crept over to the window, flinging back the curtains to reveal-

“Spider-Man?” you asked, confused. It was then that you noticed him clutching his side, causing you to open your window an help him inside. His breathing was ragged and he was shivering as you propped him onto your bed.

“T-take it off,” he rasped, causing you to furrow your eye brows. “The mask, take it off.”

You hesitantly rolled up his mask, exposing his bloodied lip and freckled nose before revealing a curly head of hair. You gasped at his appearance. Spider-Man was no older than fifteen. He was a high school student. He was your age. He was Peter Parker.

Gathering all available first aid supplies from your bathroom, you proceeded to clean Peter up. It was a long, silent process and once you were finished, you tucked him in under your covers.

“I’m sorry,” Peter whispered as you came back into your room. “I’m sorry for keeping this from you and for leaving you at homecoming and for-”

“Peter,” you said softly, interrupting him. “You don’t have to apologize for anything.”

Wordlessly, Peter lifted your covers and you crept in next to him. He wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into your neck. You stroked his hair as he held you tighter, trying to forget the events of that night.

“(Y/N),” Peter spoke softly looking up at you. You looked down, meeting his eyes. They were full of unshed tears, making them sparkle and look beautiful even though he was hurting. “I’m sorry.”

“You really have to stop apologizing,” you said just as softly. A comfortable silence took over the room as you both stared at each other. You were lost in his honey brown eyes, the tears subsiding with every passing minute.

“I love you,” Peter whispered, taking you by surprise. “I know we’re only fifteen and haven’t even lived our lives but the one thing I’m sure of is that I am in love with you.”

Your eyes widened at Peter’s words and you stuttered over your words as you replied. “I-I love y-you too Pete. I always have.”

Silence ensued once again as Peter leaned up, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. You kissed back just as softly before Peter deepened the kiss slightly, arms tightening around you in desperation as you responded in kind.

“I’ll always love you (Y/N/N),” Peter whispered a few minutes later, both your lips swollen from the kisses you had shared. “Always.”

“What’s up losers,” MJ greeted as she sat next to you in the cafeteria.

“Hey MJ,” you greeted, resting your head on her shoulder.

“Hey!” Ned exclaimed. “We’re not losers.”

MJ snorted before opening her book and reading, making sure to keep it angled towards you, knowing you were following along. After a few pages, you glanced up, noticing Peter’s soft gaze focused on MJ. When he realized he had been caught staring, his expression hardened and he shot you a glare before looking back down at his chemistry homework.

You sighed softly, catching MJ’s attention. With one glance at Peter, she stood up, dragging you along as she left the cafeteria.

“You can’t keep doing this (Y/N),” MJ said once you had entered the hallway. “It’s quite literally been years.

You bit your lip knowing that she was right. After the night of homecoming, Peter had become withdrawn. You had attributed the sudden distance to his Spider-Man duties, knowing that they were important and took up a lot of his time. You had tried to talk to him a few times and he always stuttered out excuses before darting away. Eventually, he began ignoring you altogether, pretending that you didn’t exist even though you were part of his friend group.

And the supposed love of his life you though bitterly to yourself. Soon after, The Snap and The Blip happened and seeing as how you were part of the 50% of the population that got snapped away, you were still in high school. Along the way, you had noticed that the soft stare that had been directed at you on homecoming night was now directed at MJ.

MJ had told you that you were crazy and that Peter quite obviously loved you and that even if he had feelings for her, she didn’t like him like that anyways. You believed MJ but you still couldn’t help the way your heart dropped when you noticed the glances.

“Cheer up loser,” MJ continued. “We’re leaving on that trip soon anyways. You’ll have plenty of time to mope over dorky Peter Parker when we get back.”

You nodded, knowing she was right. Pleased with your answer, MJ grabbed your arm and began leading you towards the door.

“MJ, where are we going? We have chem next,” you exclaimed, noticing the smirk on MJ’s face.

“I think ice cream is more fun than chem. Don’t you?”

You huffed slightly, struggling to place your carry-on in the space above your seat. You were relieved when you felt someone take your suitcase from your hands, placing it into the overhead bin with ease. You turned around, surprised to find Brad Davis standing behind you.

“Thanks,” you breathed out, still slightly worked up from your previous attempts with your suitcase. “I don’t think I would’ve ever gotten it up there.”

“It was no problem,” Brad replied smoothly. “It’d be a crime to not help a pretty girl like you.”

You stared at him, a smile spreading across your face as you felt your face heat up. You both stood there for a minute before Ned came up behind Brad.

“Peter! Peter!” Ned exclaimed, trying to make his way over to his best friend. In his attempt, he managed to bump into Brad, who in turn bumped into you, causing you to stumble back and fall. You let out a small ‘oof’ when you landed, feeling an arm wrap around your waist to keep you from falling.

You flushed when you made eye contact with a pair of bright brown eyes. You avoided Peter’s gaze, looking everywhere except him as Brad panicked, apologizing for knocking you over.

“Nice catch Parker,” Brad spoke, holding out his hand to help you get out of Peter’s lap.

“Yeah, thanks,” you muttered, grabbing Brad’s hand. He pulled you up, pulling a little too hard and causing you to bump into him. You both cleared your throats and you blushed before ducking your head and darting off to your seat. Peter and Brad both gazed after you.

“I can’t believe you let her go Parker,” Brad said after a few seconds. “Everyone was rooting for you two to end up together.”

Peter couldn’t help but glare at Brad as he walked off. Ned settled into his seat next to Peter and spoke quietly. “He’s right Peter. We thought you guys were gonna end up together but then you started ignoring her. What happened?”

Peter groaned, running a hand down his face. “I know Ned! I know I messed up okay.” He lowered his voice, leaning in a and continuing in a whisper. “But she found out I was Spider-Man and I couldn’t let her get hurt because of that.”

Ned rolled his eyes before looking at you. You were sitting next to MJ, head leaning back against your seat and eyes closed as you listened to your headphones. “I bet if you sat next to her you’d finally be able to talk it out.”

Peter sighed, closing his eyes at Ned’s words. “There’s no way she’d willingly sit next to me.”

Ned stood up abruptly, startling Peter and heading towards you.

“Mr. Harrington!” Ned called out. The teacher in question turned around immediately. “I tend to get motion sick on planes so I was wondering if I could switch seats with (Y/N). She’s seated right under the air conditioning and that usually helps me relax.”

“Ned,” Peter hissed. “What are you doing?”

Ned sent him a wink before turning back to Mr. Harrington.

“Oh dear,” Mr. Harrington replied, a little too concerned about the situation. “Let’s see. Ned why don’t you actually switch with Brad? He’s also under the air conditioning and close to the bathroom, just in case. Brad, since your suitcase is close to the back I don’t want you moving too far. Oh I don’t want to wake (Y/N) up. How about you take MJ’s seat? MJ you can sit next to Peter.”

Ned shot Peter an apologetic look as he took Brad’s seat next to Betty Brant. Brad slipped into MJ’s seat as MJ made her way over to Peter, her eyes never leaving her book.

“Hey loser,” she greeted Peter, sitting down. Peter glanced over at you, eyes still closed, your head resting on Brad’s shoulder. You were asleep. He let out a loud groan before hitting his head on the seat in front of him.

“Next time,” MJ spoke, turning her book’s page. “Don’t make it complicated and just go up to her and apologize.”

The plane ride was long. Way too long.

Halfway through, you had woken up, slightly confused as to why Brad was next to you instead of MJ. Eventually, you and Brad started watching Netflix thanks to the dual headphone adapter that he luckily had.

Peter was frustrated just watching you guys and the snide comments from MJ didn’t help the situation at all. You looked like you were enjoying yourself and for the first time in a while, fear and panic overtook Peter’s mind as he realized that there was a chance that you liked Brad.

He fidgeted in his seat, fingernails digging into his palms as he heard you giggle at some joke Brad had made. MJ had fallen asleep a few minutes ago and Ned was too busy talking to Betty. With no distractions, Peter found himself glancing over at you way too often.

“Stop staring. You look like a creep,” MJ mumbled, opening one eyelid. Peter flushed, knowing she had caught him in the act. “Seriously Parker what you did was stupid.”

MJ closed her eye again as Peter hung his head. She continued, “Pulling away from her after confessing that you love her was a bitch move. You know that she thinks that you like me?”

Peter snorted involuntarily at MJ’s words. “No offense MJ but I don’t think I could ever like you. Not as long as she’s in my life.”

MJ opened her eyes, making a disgusted face at the longing look Peter was giving you. “Woman up and tell her that you still feel the same way. I know she still does. Now if you don’t mind please stop moping, I’m gonna sleep.”

Within a few minutes, MJ was knocked out, snoring softly and leaving Peter to mull over her words.

Venice was beautiful.

The sights were amazing and the large canal that ran through the city only made it even more charming. You were walking alone for the most part. Ned was apparently with Betty now and MJ was nowhere to be seen.

“Hey,” Brad spoke, coming up behind you. You smiled in response, too lost in your awe of the city to answer him. “I was wondering if you wanted to go on a gondola ride with me?”

You noticed Betty and Ned getting into a gondola of their own out of the corner of your eye before turning back to Brad. “Sure! It sounds like fun.”

Brad beamed, leading you over to the dock and stepping into the small boat before holding his hand out to help you.

“What a gentleman,” you mused, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Thank you, I try,” Brad chuckled, sitting down next to you. The two of you talked about everything and nothing as the gondola made its way down the canal. You couldn’t help but feel a bit frightened at how easy it was to be with Brad. He was respectful, charming, and funny. Plus, he wasn’t too hard on the eyes.

Your stomach turned as Brad observed the buildings along the canal. It was silent for once and you couldn’t help but admire his profile in the sunlight. He turned back around and caught your gaze, smiling at you.

“Would you mind if I held your hand?” Brad asked quietly. The question took you by surprise, he always seemed so confident and for him to be asking you this only made him seem more charming. Wordlessly, you nodded.

You tried not to blush as his hand met yours. Conversation resumed, this time more quietly. Brad scooted a bit closer to you, leaning in slightly to meet your eyes whenever you spoke.

It was relaxing, holding hands with a cute boy as the water in the canal gently rocked you back and forth. You glanced up at some point, making eye contact with Brad and blushing lightly. You couldn’t help but be reminded of that one homecoming night that seemed so far away. As Brad began to lean in slowly, you panicked, images of Peter flashing through your mind and causing you to lean back slightly.

“Brad,” you started, speaking quietly. “Listen, I-”

You were interrupted by a large splash and looked ahead of you to see a column of water rising up from the canal.

“Watch out!” you heard Ned shout, standing slightly as he stared at the water. It continued to rise, taking a humanoid shape as water splashed everywhere. Everyone soon realized that the water entity was malevolent as it began to destroy the buildings surrounding you. Panic and chaos ensued quickly.

The harsh rocking of the water sent both yours and Ned’s gondola towards the sidewalk, the four of you being sent forwards when the gondola met the cement. Ned reacted quickly, hopping out of the gondola and helping Betty out before turning to you and Brad. He waved at you, causing you to jump into action as well. Brad quickly made his way off the boat, turning to help you out.

“(Y/N), watch out!” Ned cried, rushing towards you. Another column of water hit the gondola you were on, throwing the boys back and tossing you into the water.

You broke the surface of the water, gasping desperately for air before being submerged once again. You were a good swimmer but the movement of the creature or whatever it was prohibited you from moving steadily.

Your lungs burned from the absence of oxygen until all of a sudden, you were staring into the sun. Coughs escaped you as you finally got some air back into your system only for the air to be knocked out of you once more as you noticed you were swinging through the air.

Bright brown eyes stared at you in concern as you flew through the air before finally landing on the balcony of a building.

“Are you okay?” Peter asked frantically, eyes searching you for any visible wounds.

“I’m fine,” you coughed out, taking your hair into your hands and wringing it out. “What is that thing?”

“I-I don’t know,” Peter admitted, still staring at you. “Listen (Y/N), I-”

Peter’s sentence was interrupted by a building tipping over and falling into the canal. You made eye contact, both of you going wide eyed.

“I should probably,” Peter said, gesturing to the thing with his thumb as he looked at you.

“Yeah of course,” you replied. “Pete, stay safe yeah?”

Peter opened his mouth to say something, hesitating for a moment before closing his mouth and nodding before swinging away.

“(Y/N)!” Mr. Harrington yelled as you stepped into the hotel, rushing over to you and grabbing your shoulders. “Where were you?”

You shook your head, making eye contact with MJ as she stood in he corner. “Uh the boat I was on capsized when the thing came out of the water. I got swept up in the current but I was able to swim to the sidewalk and haul myself out.”

“Well thank god you’re safe,” Mr. Harrington said. “I was about to call the police!”

“I’m fine, really,” you replied, smiling slightly even though you knew it looked more like a grimace. “Can I go to my room?”

“What? Oh yes of course. Everyone to your rooms. Get some rest before tomorrow,” Mr. Harrington spoke once more, clapping his hands to hurry you all upstairs. You trudged up the stairs, avoiding the worried look Brad was shooting you.

Once you had made it to your room, you took a nice, warm shower before settling into the hotel bed. Even though the hotel looked run down, the beds weren’t too bad. The covers were fluffy and the mattress was honestly very soft and comfortable.

You were halfway through an episode of some random show on Netflix when you heard a soft knock on your door. Warily, you got up and approached the door. You opened it slightly, catching sight of a head of familiar brown curls before opening the door all the way.

“Uh hey,” Peter said softly, fidgeting with his hands as he stood in front of you. He looked nervous, something that made you feel a spark of joy. He deserved to feel slightly uncomfortable, especially after he had ignored you for the past years. “Can I come in?”

Wordlessly, you stepped aside, giving him the chance to trot into your room before you closed the door.

“How are you?” Peter asked. “I know you’re a good swimmer b-but we have no idea w-what that thing was or what c-could’ve happened if you actually got caught in the current.”

“I’m fine,” you muttered, walking back over to your bed. “Thanks by the way. For saving me.”

Peter’s eyes softened, though you didn’t notice. “It was n-no problem. Of course I s-saved you. How could I not? I’m sorry that it ruined your ride with Brad. How’s that going by the way, being with Brad? He’s p-pretty cool I g-guess-”

“What do you want Peter?” you sighed, interrupting his rambling. “First you ignore me for years and all of a sudden you think you can talk to me like nothing happened? I get you saved my life and I appreciate it, truly, but that doesn’t mean that things will go back to the way they were. In case you forgot, you were the one who pulled away from me.”

Peter flinched at your harsh tone, pulling his sleeves over his hands. “I know, but you have to understand that it wasn’t something I wanted to do.”

“I tried Peter!” you cried out, tears of frustration springing into your eyes. “I tried to talk to you. You just avoided me and then treated me like I never existed in the first place! Do you know how much that hurt?”

“I was hurting too,” Peter said quietly. “But I couldn’t put you at risk because you knew that I was Spider-Man. If the bad guys knew that you knew about Spider-Man they’d use you against me. I didn’t want to see you get hurt.”

“Well you should’ve thought about that before you told me you loved me,�� you said, holding your tears at bay.

“(Y/N),” Peter spoke softly.

“Please,” you whispered. “Please leave.”

Peter hesitated, taking one step towards you before changing his mind and heading towards your door.

“You know, I don’t regret anything I said that night,” Peter said, pausing at the door. “But I am sorry about what I did after.”

Before you could reply, Peter was gone and all you could do was turn the lights off and settle into bed even tough you knew you wouldn’t get any sleep.

“Hey loser. What’s with the glasses?” MJ asked as she took the seat across from yours on the bus. You were currently seated alone, a large pair of sunglasses covering your puffy red eyes. You had cried after Peter had left your room, you couldn’t help it.

You didn’t answer MJ, who simply shrugged and pulled out her book, knowing when to leave you to yourself. You looked out the window as you heard Mr. Harrington climb onto the bus and announce that there had been a change to your trip.

The event with the water creature had shaken you all up, and parents were concerned. Mr. Harrington however, had convinced them to let you stay on the trip, telling them about how the travel agency had so kindly modified your trip. You were now on your way to Prague.

The trip there was overall uneventful. The scenery was beautiful and you found yourself staring out the window for most of the trip. The bus stopped along the way, and you all found yourselves at an old, albeit charming, rest stop.

Most of the group mumbled as they disembarked, anxious to get to a bathroom. You lagged behind them, glancing down at your phone and checking your notifications. Noticing the sudden silence, you looked up finally realizing that you had been standing in the parking lot for a few minutes.

You started heading towards the building, pausing when you noticed something moving out of the corner of your eye. You turned your head just in time to see Brad disappear through a door that led into another part of the building. Your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion as your feet started moving in the direction of the door.

“Brad! It’s not what you think,” Peter’s panicked voice floated through the air.

“I think it’s exactly what I think it is,” Brad replied. “And now I have proof to show (Y/N) that you’re not who she think you are.”

“What are you doing?” you asked as you finally stepped through the doorway. A shocked Brad whirled around at the sound of your voice, phone in hand displaying a picture of Peter in his underwear. You glanced at Peter, noticing a tall blonde woman standing behind him. You noticed Peter glancing at the bundle on the table before looking at you. Following his line of sight, you noticed what seemed to be an all black stealth suit lying on the polished surface.

Your lips twitched as the scene before you, noticing just how inappropriate it seemed to appear to Brad. Looking at the stealth suit once again, you realized just how quickly Peter’s secret could get out if Brad focused on the bundle of fabric.

“Look!” Brad cried, gesturing to Peter and the woman. “Parker really came to Europe just to sleep around, can you believe it?”

“I actually can’t,” you said, crossing your arms in front of you. “First of all, taking pictures of someone in their underwear? That’s pretty messed up. Second of all, even if Peter was sleeping around, it wouldn’t be any of your business now, would it?”

Peter shot you a grateful look as Brad tried to stutter out a response.

“And besides,” you continued. “It wouldn’t be any of my business either. Peter and I aren’t exactly friends.”

Noise started up again outside as the class began to board the bus again. You turned and walked out, not paying attention to Brad scrambling after you. You heard Peter say a quick ‘thank you’ to the tall blonde and some rustling afterwards. You assumed he had stuffed his new suit into his backpack.

You boarded the bus, shooting Brad a glare as he passed your seat. He ducked his head, making his way towards the back instead.

“Trouble in paradise?” MJ asked, a smirk on her face as she looked at you, then Brad.

You huffed, turning to the window. “Don’t even start.”

MJ chuckles as she took a seat a few rows behind you. The clearing of a throat caught your attention and you turned to see Peter standing in the aisle, gesturing to the seat beside you. “Uh, is this seat taken?”

You shook your head and Peter took that as a silent cue to slide in next to you. Having been expecting to sit alone, you hadn’t bothered to pull down the armrest that separated the two seat, something you regretted as Peter’s arm brushed against yours.

Even after everything he had put you through, you found your cheeks heating up. You thought back to what he had said at the hotel, that he had been protecting you by pulling away. You understood why he did the things he did, you really did, but that didn't mean that you could just forget the way your heart would clench whenever he went about his day ignoring you.

You had loved Peter. Heck, you still loved him but you knew you wouldn't be able to forgive him that easily. You proceeded to stare out the window, the scenery taking your breath away, until he hesitantly nudged your shoulder.

“Thanks,” Peter said meekly. “For standing up to Brad for me.”

You shrugged your shoulders, not looking away from the window. “It was nothing. Besides, we couldn’t have him learning about your secret.”

“Y-yeah,” Peter replied. “That would’ve been pretty bad.”

You snorted, glancing at him just to see him staring at you. His eyes held a soft look and your stomach lurched as you realized it was the same look from the night of homecoming.

“I don’t like MJ,” Peter blurted out, cheeks heating up when he realized what he had said. He paused, decided he might as well just put it out there already. “I like you.”

You pursed your lips, looking back out the window before sighing. “Peter I really don’t want to talk about this right now.”

Peter nodded silently before whispering out a small ‘yeah okay’ and shifting in his seat. Even though your emotions were still jumbled and you had no idea why Peter had chosen now to apologize, you couldn’t help the small smile that spread across your face at his words.

Everyone, even Flash, glanced around at the hotel that had been booked for you. It was magnificent, definitely an upgrade from the one you had stayed in while in Venice. The rooms were huge, and included a balcony that gave you a beautiful view of the city.

Music played softly as you sifted through your suitcase, looking for the clothes you would be wearing to the opera the next day. Pulling out a semi-formal dress, you nodded contently to yourself before hanging it up near the mirror.

Your eyebrows furrowed when you hear a ‘thwip’ and you saw Peter swing onto the balcony. He stood on there awkwardly, waiting for your permission to come into your room. You tilted your head slightly, motioning for him to come in.

He took a seat on your bed, eyes never leaving the floor. He didn’t even look up when you pulled a chair over and sat in front of him.

“What is it Pete?” you asked quietly. You were tired. You still felt angry but you understood Peter’s reasoning. He had lost so much; his parents, his uncle, Tony. He didn't want to lose anyone else. And you loved him. You felt that it was time to hear him out.

“I’m sorry,” Peter said after a while. He bit his bottom lip before continuing. “I know that those two words are not enough to make up for everything that I did for these past years and that they’re definitely not enough to make up for what I put you through. But I was scared.”

Peter’s voice cracked at the last words, and your face softened when you noticed the tears in his eyes.

“You don’t understand,” he continued, furiously wiping his eyes. “I thought it was cool, being Spider-Man. I guess I never realized just how big of a responsibility it was even though everyone kept reminding me. For the longest time I was just the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, but when T-Thanos came along, everything became so much more complicated. I finally got to see firsthand what consequences trying to be a hero brought. I mean, I know I had already lost my parents and B-Ben, but seeing everything Tony gave up for the greater good and seeing just how much Captain America gave up in order to save the world made me realize that nothing good lasts for people like us.”

You stood and walked over to Peter, taking a seat. Silently, you took his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers.

“You mean so much to me (Y/N/N),” Peter whispered, finally meeting your eyes. “But I’m just a kid and I don’t know what to do. Everyone keeps telling me that I’m supposed to step up and take Tony’s spot, because the world needs a new defender but I don’t think I can. I’m a kid (Y/N).”

Tears were rolling down Peter’s cheeks at this point. “I know that we’re supposed to be heroes, but its hard. A-and I thought that if I pushed you away, I’d never have to deal with the pain of losing you, but ignoring you was worse! I just never wanted to be put in a situation where I could lose you. I-If people knew that you knew about Spidey, they’d use you against me, and they wouldn’t hesitate to do things to you.”

By this point, Peter was full on sobbing. His head was nestled into the crook of your neck and you could feel the hot, fat tears rolling down your skin. You held him tightly, not being able to understand the pain he was feeling. You never would. Minutes passed and you found yourself lying down on the bed, Peter still in your arms. His cries had died down some but he still found himself hiccupping every once in a while.

“I forgive you,” you said eventually. “What you did hurt, but I understand why you did it. But Pete, please listen to me when I tell you that’s it is most definitely okay if you don’t want to step up and take Tony’s place. You said it yourself, you’re just a kid. No one, not even Spider-Man, should be forced to grow up that quickly.”

“Thank you,” Peter whispered after a few minutes. “And I’m sorry for hurting you.I wish I could say I never meant to, but I was trying to keep you safe.”

You pressed your lips to his forehead, choosing not to reply.

“I still love you,” Peter admitted unsurely, not knowing how you’d react.

“I never stopped,” you mumbled. Peter’s arms tightened around you and you laid there, eventually drifting off to sleep.

The next day, both you and Peter were in a better mood, and everyone could tell. MJ kept shooting you smug, knowing looks, and not even that could dampen your mood.

The majority of the day was uneventful, and that evening you all found yourselves on your way to the opera house. You trailed slightly behind the group, eyes wandering around the building a you took in every detail no matter how small.

“Hey,” your staring was interrupted as Brad came up to you, hands in his pockets. “The show’s about to start and I was wondering if you wanted to sit together.”

Your eyes widened and you opened your mouth to reply but you were stopped when a hand intertwined itself with yours.

“Sorry Brad,” Peter said, a small smile on his face. “She’s actually sitting with me.”

Your cheeks heated up as Brad glanced at your joined hands before stepping backwards.

“Oh yeah, sure. No problem. I uh, I should be heading in,” Brad said, awkwardly turning away and heading over to the seats.

You could see MJ looking from Brad to you, the realization of what had just happened hitting her as she burst out into laughter. You began walking towards the seats, only moving a few feet before you felt Peter tug your hand back.

“What’s wrong Pete?” you asked, tilting your head.

“I have to go,” he said quietly, tugging at his shirt collar.

You looked at him, realizing that he must be wearing his suit underneath. “Go. I’ll cover for you.”

Peter leaned forwards, placing a kiss on your forehead before sprinting out of the building. You quietly made your way over to your group, sitting next to MJ.

“Where’s Peter?” Mr. Harrington asked across the row.

“He wasn’t feeling too good sir,” you replied smoothly. “He’s in the bathroom currently, but he’ll be fine.”

“Oh, okay,” Mr. Harrington replied, glancing behind him at the bathroom door. “I hope he comes out soon.”

“He will,” you reassured your teacher before settling into your chair, going quiet as the lights dimmed and the show started.

Honestly, you couldn’t remember anything from the show. You had fallen asleep five minutes in, your head resting on MJ’s shoulder. The group arrived at the hotel a few hours later, the trip blurry due to the fact that you were still groggy from your nap.

You were close to sleep, curled up on your bed, when Peter came swinging through your window again. He landed harshly, crashing into the bedframe as he tried to regain his balance. You instantly shot out of bed, helping him sit on a chair nearby.

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” Peter gasped, yanking his mask off. “Just a few bruises, nothing too serious.”

You sighed in relief before noticing the thing in Peter’s hands. “Pete, what is that?”

“I was hoping you could tell me,” Peter admitted, scratching his head as he looked at the black object.

You carefully took it in your hands, inspecting it as you turned it over in your hands. You saw a lens, but other than that, the object was pretty sleek.

“I think,” you spoke hesitantly. “I think its a projector of some kind. It looks like pretty advanced tech though. Where did you get this?”

Peter cursed under his breath, taking the projector from you. He ran his hands over it until his nail caught something. It seemed he had pressed a button, and the projector began to shudder. Shocked, Peter dropped it and it hit the floor, turning itself on.

A giant creature appeared in your room and Peter pulled you towards him for safety. The creature’s arm swung towards the two of you and you braced yourself for the impact only to feel...nothing.

“It’s all fake,” Peter said, staring at the projection. “He’s a liar.”

“Who?” you asked, walking away from Peter and picking up the projector. The illusion disappeared and you tossed the projector back at Peter.

“Mysterio,” he replied as he caught it, placing it on your bed. “He told us that the use of the Infinity Stones against Thanos had caused a rip in the fabric of the universe, allowing him to come here from his world.”

You snorted. “And you believed him?”

“(Y/N), I went to space. I saw many things. You can’t blame me for finding his story believable,” Peter defended himself.

“Okay you’re right. I’m sorry,” you apologized, a smirk on your face. The smirk quickly faded however, when Peter’s eyes suddenly went wide. “What’s wrong Pete?”

“I-I gave them to him,” he whispered in a panic. “O-Oh my god. I gave them to him.”

“Gave what to who Pete?” you asked, slowly approaching him.

“The glasses! The glasses Mr. Stark gave me. They have access to everything in Stark Industries, including weapons and satellites. And I gave them to Mysterio,” Peter cried, tugging at his hair.

This time, your eyes widened as you took in the severity of the situation. “Oh shit. Okay well its well past midnight now. Go to sleep and tomorrow we can go tell whoever is in charge and get your glasses back.”

“No!” Peter exclaimed. “No us. I’ll go talk to Fury tomorrow. I can’t drag you into this.”

You bit your lip and nodded, knowing he was right. You had no superpowers, what would you do if something happened. “Alright, but please stay safe.”

Peter nodded, stepping closer to you. “I’m gonna go to sleep. You should too.”

You nodded in agreement, walking him to the door. Before leaving, Peter leaned down, eyes flickering to your lips. Your breath caught in your throat and you stood still, unable to move. Carefully, Peter pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth before moving back and checking the hallway, making sure the coast was clear.

Satisfied with his observation, he stepped out into the hallway. “Good night (Y/N/N).”

“Good night Peter,” you said, smiling at him. He walked off quickly trying not to be seen in his Spidey suit. Grinning at him once more before he closed his own door, you sighed softly. A sudden movement caught your eye and you turned your head to see MJ standing in her doorway, leaning against the structure with her arms crossed.

“MJ!” you yelped. “Its not what it looks like.”

“Please,” she scoffed. “I already knew he was Spider-Man. He’s not exactly the best at hiding it.”

You opened your mouth to reply but then thought better of it, instead closing it and nodding in agreement.

“I’m just glad you two finally made up,” she said before turning around and going back into her room. “Good night!”

“Night,” you replied, going back into your room and closing the door.

Walking further into the room, you stopped suddenly, seeing a figure standing at your bed, projector in hand. They were dressed in a dramatic outfit, their head covered by what looked like a fishbowl.

“Y’know,” the figure spoke, turning around. “I’ve been looking everywhere for this.”

The fishbowl disappeared, revealing a young, attractive man. He slowly walked towards you, extending his hand. “Quentin Beck. Nice to meet you (Y/N).”

“How do you know my name?” you asked, not moving an inch.

Quentin smiled, putting his hand down. He was surprised that you weren’t scared and he could see why Peter liked you. “Eh, spider-kid mentioned you once or twice.”

You bristled at the mention of Peter. You quickly realized that this was Mysterio, and decided that lying was your best option. “Did he? That’s a surprise, considering he hasn’t talked to me in years.”

Quentin laughed delightedly. “See, that’s a lie. Peter has been talking to me, telling me all about his progress with you. I know you’ve made up, and I also know that you figured out what this is.”

He held up the projector before stepping even closer to you. “I might not be able to take him out without raising suspicion, but I can sure as hell make sure he doesn't go to Fury about this.”

The last thing you remember was being surrounded by a green mist.

You woke up in your hotel room. Sitting up, you looked around, trying to figure out what had happened last night.

Had you really imagined Mysterio in your room?

You slipped out of bed when you saw the time, quickly changing into some jeans and a shirt and slipping on some sneakers before heading into the bathroom. You washed your face and brushed your teeth, quickly fixing your hair before sprinting to your door. You paused briefly, scanning the room before going down to the lobby.

The projector was missing.

“Ms. (L/N)!” Mr. Harrington exclaimed when you arrived. “Where have you been?”

“Sorry,” you said, walking over to Peter and MJ. “I overslept.”

Mr. Harrington nodded before turning and leading your group out of the hotel. You frowned slightly when you noticed MJ and Peter’s intertwined hands. Walking up to them, you tapped Peter’s shoulders, tilting your head slightly to the side. Understanding you, Peter squeezed MJ’s hand softly before following you.

“What’s going on?” you asked once you were far enough.

“What do you mean?” Peter asked.

“Are you and MJ a thing?” you asked, confused.

Peter laughed. “Yeah, yeah we are. Listen (Y/N) everything I told you before, I lied. I do like MJ. I don't actually love you.”

You looked at him strangely. “Oh okay, Thank god, that would’ve been awkward. We’ve been friends for so long I can’t see you that way.”

You chuckled, pretending not to notice the way Peter’s eyes widened. You began walking. “So what are you gonna do about Mysterio?”

“Nothing,” Peter replied quickly. “I’m gonna try and focus on my relationship with MJ right now. I’m gonna hold off on going to Fury.”

“Well you said he had called you right?” you asked. He nodded. “Well just forward me the number and I’ll call him.”

“Why would you do that?” Peter asked.

“Because I know exactly what’s happening right now and I know that you have to be stopped,” you replied.

You stood still as the scenery around you faded away. In front of you stood Quentin, who was clapping slowly as he walked up to you.

“When did you know?” he asked, a smile appearing on his face.

“Before I left the hotel room,” you replied. “The projector was gone. And Mr. Harrington has never referred to me as ‘Ms. (L/N)’.”

Quentin nodded, stroking his chin in thought. “You’re smart.”

You glared at him in disbelief.

“No really! You are,” Quentin exclaimed. “Poor Spider-Man couldn’t break out of my projections quick enough. Shame, kid’s probably dead now. Hit by a train.”

You didn’t react. You knew that’s what he wanted; for you to cry, scream, anything. Instead, you stood there silently, looking at him expectantly. “If he’s dead then why am I still here.”

“Oh you’re good,” Quentin said. “Real good. I expected some kind of emotional breakdown from you. Are you a hero too? You seem too well composed to be an average person.”

“Nope, no powers,” you replied. “Just good with emotions, I guess.”

“Okay, well to answer your question,” Quentin continued. “You’re still here because we both know he’s not dead. I said that to try and get you to break but he’s enhanced. He’s probably badly injured, sure, but not dead. Plus, he knows I have you. He’ll follow us wherever we go just to get you back.”

“First of all, what makes you think I won’t escape? Second of all, he won't follow us.” you said.

“You’re smart, but not smart enough,” Quentin said, striding over to you. “As for Peter, he’ll come. He loves you. I know young love when I see it.”

Quentin said the last part with disgust, causing you to smirk. “Aww did someone hurt big, bad Quentin?”

You gasped as Quentin grasped your jaw tightly. “Shut it. Just because I need you alive doesn’t mean I can’t hurt you.”

Your eyes never left his as he spoke, and your smirk never left your face. He let you go, throwing you to the side harshly.

“What a shame,” he spoke, picking up a crowbar. “Under different circumstances you could’ve been such a wonderful asset to my...mission.”

Without giving you a chance to reply, Quentin spun around, swinging the crowbar and effectively knocking you out.

“Now,” he spoke, standing over your body. “On to London.”

Peter was having a pretty shitty day. First, he woke up to find you missing, but brushed it off and labelled it as bad timing. Secondly, he had gone to Fury with his new information, only to find out that he had been manipulated by Mysterio.

Oh and of course he couldn’t ignore the fact that he had gotten hit by a truck.

After waking up somewhere in the Netherlands (he still couldn’t pronounce the name of the town) and contacting Happy, he had broken down. While talking with Happy had helped him, it only reminded him of the conversation he had had with you a few nights ago, causing his heart to clench as he remembered that Mysterio had taken you hostage.

Out of all the lies that Quentin Beck had fed him, Peter knew that he wasn’t lying when he had told him that he had you.

And that’s how he found himself designing a new suit, making sure to take every precaution as Happy flew them to London. even though he knew that stopping Mysterio should be his main goal, he couldn’t deny the fact that your safety was his top priority.

In Peter’s head, the majority of the fight was a blur. He knew that his class was safe, for the most part and he also knew that the city of London was thrown into chaos as Mysterio’s grandest illusion yet appeared.

The Elemental Fusin illusion had been taken down, but Peter was still faced with a mass of drones as he struggled to get to Beck. Peter grunted as he continuously confronted more drones, eventually making it onto the bridge and using his webs to destroy Mysterio’s fishbowl-like helmet.

Upon destroying the dome, the scenery around Peter shifted slightly, and he turned to see Beck holding you by your hair. Peter breathed in sharply when he saw you, dried blood on your face but otherwise unharmed.

“(Y/N),” he muttered, causing Quentin to smile widely.

“Ah Peter,” he said, sliding the EDITH glasses onto his face. “I thought you were dead.”

“No you didn’t,” you muttered, causing Quentin to frown at you.

“Ok, no I didn’t,” he admitted. “But you will be. Soon. Listen kid, it’s better if you let me leave. I won’t have to hurt your dear (Y/N).”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” Peter said softly, his eyes never leaving you.

“God I wish you didn’t say that,” Quentin replied, chuckling. “EDITH? Yeah, enable the other drones.”

Peter took a step forward before stopping, multiple drones appearing in front of him ready to fire. Glancing at you once more, Peter took off, jumping and swinging through the sea of drones.

Pausing slightly, he noticed there was only two drones left and grabbing one, he catapulted over the final one. The drone shot twice, missing both times but managing to hit the other one in Peter’ s hands. Using the last of his webs Peter threw the last one into the side of the bridge, effectively destroying it.

Pulling his mask off, he turned towards you, only to see both you and Beck on the ground.

“(Y/N)!,” Peter cried as he rushed towards you. You were holding your side, wincing slightly as you sat up. Across from you was Quentin, doing the same but holding his stomach instead.

“I’m fine Pete,” you groaned. “It barely got me.”

Satisfied with the fact that you weren’t dying, Peter stood up and made his way over to Beck.

“You lied to me. I trusted you,” Peter spoke sadly, looking down at Quentin.

“I know,” he replied, coughing slightly. “You’re a good person Peter. Such a weakness. Stark was right you know.”

Glancing at the EDITH glasses, Quentin continued. “You do deserve that.”

Your eyes widened as Peter extended his arm, a gunshot going off as he did. Quentin stood at his side, gun in hand as the Quentin on the floor dissipated.

“You can't trick me anymore,” Peter stated, plucking the EDITH glasses off Quentin’s face and placing them on his own. Quentin sunk to the ground. “EDITH, turn off the drones!”

Looking around at the destruction surrounding you, you looked at Quentin. “How could you do all this?”

“You’ll see,” Quentin rasped, his breathing shallow. “People tend to believe, and nowadays...they’ll believe anything.”

You shuddered as Quentin’s eyes went dull.

“Is he?” Peter asked quietly. Crawling over to Beck, you checked his pulse before nodding.

Quentin Beck was dead.

You had finally gotten to meet the infamous Nick Fury when Peter insisted on getting your wounds checked out. He had stared you down as they worked on the injury from the drone, impressed by the way you didn’t flinch once. Your head had also been checked out and you had been allowed to leave once they had made sure you didn't have a concussion.

Before leaving, Fury had slipped a card into your hand. “If you ever need a job, feel free to call. We could use people like you around here.”

You had smiled before slipping your hands into Peter’s and following him out.

Before you knew it, you were back in New York. The trip back had been exhausting, with everyone having been concerned about where you had disappeared to and with MJ demanding to know all the details about what had happened.

Eventually, you settled back into your routine. The only thing that had changed was your relationship with Peter. After the whole Mysterio debacle, Peter realized that rather than push you away, he’d rather have you close. That had led you to where you were now, getting ready for your date.

You were dancing around giddily to the music blasting from your speaker, shrieking softly when a knock came from your window. There stood Peter, clad in his Spider-Man suit (without the mask) and smiling amusedly as he watched you.

Opening your window, you smiled at him, cheeks still red. “Creep.”

He said nothing, instead choosing to pull you to him and place his lips on yours. You sighed softly into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. You stood there for a few minutes, exchanging soft kisses until you were smiling widely.

“Well hello to you too, Pete,” you said, pulling back and looking into his eyes.

“I love you,” Peter whispered, leaning in and kissing you once more. “So, you ready?”

You giggled delightedly. “I love you too. Where are we off too?”

Peter smiled upon hearing your words. “I was thinking about going for a swing?”

You nodded happily, following him to the window and holding on tightly as he swung. You sailed through the city for a while before landing on the roof a building. Sitting down next to Peter, you placed your head on his shoulder as you took in the view. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah you are,” Peter replied looking down at you. You rolled your eyes at his cheesiness before pulling him into another kiss.

The two of you spent the rest of the day there, talking about everything and nothing, exchanging soft kisses, and simply enjoying each others company, happy that you the two of you had finally gotten over your fears and gotten together.

And so there the two of you remained, blissfully unaware of the story that The Daily Bugle had just published.

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Love and Leather /part forty one/

Word Count: 6k

A/N: Ya’ll the amount of love i got for the last chapter was fucking incredible! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Here’s your birthday present, @zoenicoles! Enjoy! Let me know what you think!

Warnings: Nikki coming back from the dead, language, drugs, some cute nikki and vanity flashbacks

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December 23rd, 1987

I sat at the diner, waiting for someone else to come in. I had two hours left on my shift, and so far everything has been a complete shit show today.

I sat on the barstool with my legs crossed as my eyes gazed over to a teenage couple. The girl was wearing this flowy light pink dress, her hair was done up in a bun and had flowers poking out of the sides. She looked like a ballerina. Her boyfriend, he was wearing all black. Black combat boots, black jeans, black under shirt, black leather jacket. His hair was messy and he had a bulky skull ring on his finger. They were sharing a chocolate peanut butter milkshake together as they held hands. They reminded me of Nikki and myself.

I sighed as I turned around to face Lucia who was pouring salt and pepper into their respective shakers.

“I’m ready to go home.” I pouted as I rested my head in the palm of my hand.

“Why?so you can stuff your face with ice cream and cry yourself to sleep?” She outed me as I scoffed.

“Um, I traded ice cream for frosted animal cookies like a week ago, and I haven’t cried in a couple of nights, thank you very much.” I rolled my eyes as I watched her.

“You going home for Christmas?” She questioned as I shook my head, “No, mom took Greyson and Sage on a cruise until after New Years. So I’ll be by myself.” She looked at me with sad eyes.

“Stop, it’s fine. It’s all good.” I shrugged as I turned around when the bell rang over the door.

A group of drunk guys, awesome.

“Hey guys, welcome to-“ “Can we just skip straight do dessert?” The tall blonde asked, grabbing me by arm and pulling me to him. I was quick to shove away from him.

“Behave, all of you or get the hell out.” I spat at them. They laughed at their blonde friend before pulling him into the booth.

I took their orders and was walking to the kitchen, when another waiter, Jenny walked out. She had a tray full of food and bumped into me. The hot chili cheese fries going all over my apron.

I closed my eyes and exhaled, “I’m so sorry Vanity, I...I didn’t mean too, I’m so sorry.” She was repetitive, I think it was cause she was still new

“It’s fine, just clean it up and tell the customers it’s gonna be another Ten minutes.” I ordered as she was quick to do what I said.

I sighed as I pulled the apron off of me, throwing it into the dirty bin as I grabbed another one, “Here’s my orders Rubio.” I said, handing him the meal ticket.

I walked back out, seeing that Jenny was having a difficult time with her guests. I groaned as I walked over.

“Hi, what seems to be the problem?” I asked, “How long does it really take to get me my damn chili cheese fries? It’s not that damn hard to make!” He snapped at me.

“Sir, we apologize. But we make the freshest of fries. May I offer you a complementary beer?” I asked, motioning to the empty mug.

“I...I uh, yes I would like another one. Thank you.�� I smiled at him as I handed the mug to her.

“Always, always offer them free beer. It calms them down.” I reassured Jenny.

“I’m going to take a smoke break.” I told Lucia as she nodded.

I grabbed my jacket and stepped outside. It was a bit chilly. I looked at the busy street of the sunset strip.

My mind drifted to Nikki, as it usually does the past month. He won’t talk to me. None of the guys will, not even T-bone. I tried calling Doc, but he tells me to let it go. I can’t just let it go. I need to tell him I-

“Vanity! Foods ready! And Nikki’s on the TV! Hurry!” Lucia yelled, frantically motioning for me.

“Nikki’s always on the TV.” I said as I grabbed the tray of food, she held the door open for me. “No! Look!” She said as she pointed up to the tv that was in the corner, we always kept it on MTV when Francisco wasn’t working.

We’ve received unconfirmed reports that Mötley Crüe bassist Nikki Sixx has died of an apparent drug overdose.

The tray of food slipped from my fingertips, Lucia was in my face talking but I couldn’t hear her. It was like everything turned off and the world stopped. I stared at the TV, seeing a video of him playing the bass.

“I...I have to go.” I stuttered, blinking away tears. I felt my heart beating in my ears.

“Okay, Van....lets just sit down, okay? Let’s take a bre-“ “Nikki’s dead?” I asked her, she looked at the TV as it wouldn’t stop playing.

“Maybe...maybe it’s just a joke and he’s-“ “That’s such a fucked up joke!” I yelled out but she hushed me.

“Come.” She said grabbing my hand and pulling me out the back door. The moment we stepped outside I kicked over a trash can.

“He can’t be fucking dead!! He-he can’t just leave me like that!! I...I have to go...I need to go find him.” I cried out, trying to walk back inside but the door wasn’t opening

“Why isn’t this god damn door opening!!” I sobbed, tears running down my face as I kept trying to open it. Lucia came over, looking at me with sad eyes again as she used her key to unlock it.

I took off my apron and my work shirt, as I had a undershirt on. I pulled on my jacket and grabbed my keys and purse, “I have to go! Just take care of everything!” I shouted at her, before running out the door and to my car.

I sat in my car, trying to calm myself down before I started driving. Nikki isn’t dead. He can’t be dead. He’s done so much god damn drugs he has to be immune to them by now. Right?

I became pissed off as I started slamming my hand against the steering wheel, “God damnit!” I cried in frustration. I rested my forehead against the steering wheel as I tried to control my breathing. I took a few seconds and then started the car and smoking cigarette after cigarette until I became lightheaded.

I turned on the radio to help keep me sane as the silence was killing me. But every Rock station was saying the same thing, Nikki Sixx was dead.

“Shut up!!” I screamed at the radio before changing the station once again. I started balling my eyes out when I heard Def Leppard’s “Love Bites”.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!” I sobbed, wiping my eyes with my shirt. He can’t be fucking gone! He can’t do this to me!

I pulled up to his house in Van Nuys, punching in the code to the security box. I waited until the gates were open and then drove up. I quickly turned off the car, jogging over to his front door and walking inside.

“Nikki!!” I yelled out for him, turning on the lights of his living room.

“Nikki! Are you here!” I yelled again, taking the stairs two at a time until I was walking down the hallway to his room, I pushed open the door. His bed was made for once, the leather jacket he always wears was laying on top.

I looked over to the closed doors of his closet. I shook my head, feeling my bottom lip tremble as I walked over to it. I opened the doors but he wasn’t in there. In his place were needles galore and enough alcohol bottles to make an alcoholic throw up.

I closed the doors before leaning against them, maybe he’s just out with the guys- the guys!!!! I need to get ahold of them!

I rushed downstairs to his kitchen, going over to the landline before picking it up and trying to call Tommy first. I waited patiently but there was no answer. I groaned as i hung up the phone

One by one, I had called Mick, Vince, Doc, And Tom. I even went ahead and called Motley’s body guard and their publicist. Not a single soul answered their phones. I put my head in my hands, leaning against the counter as I cried.

I forced myself away from the counter, dragging my feet up to his room. I felt as all time had stopped around me. Nothing felt real anymore. I opened the door to his bedroom, walking over to his bed before crawling into the middle of it. His black satin sheets smelt like his cologne, I clutched the pillow he sleeps on when we share the bed together.

*Flashback*

September ‘82

“Nikki?” My words were slurred as I tried keeping my focus on him. Ever since I came back from visiting my parents, I have a new found friendship with Mötley Crüe. They were pretty cool guys, except they always found a way to get me extremely fucked up, and tonight’s party at Nikki’s house was no exception.

“Yes, doll?” Nikki said, putting his hands on my waist to help keep my balance, “You good?” He asked, a look of concern written across his face.

“I don’t want you to think I’m lame, but I need to lay down.” I giggled as I gripped his shoulders. He smiled at me, before taking my hand and leading me up the stairs.

“Watch your step.” He told me, as I kept looking down at the stairs so I wouldn’t trip. He led me to a room and when he opened the door it was his bedroom.

I let go of his hand as I looked around his room. The furniture was a dark mahogany, the curtains were black and his bed sheets and comforter were blood red, “Do you want to wear the dress or one of my shirts?” He asked, digging through his closet.

“Can I have a shirt? This dress is suffocating me.” I said as I kicked of my heels and sat on his bed. I took a deep breath in and exhaled, god the room was fucking spinning.

He let out a laugh as he handed me the shirt, “uh...can you turn around?” I asked him, he nodded and faced the other way.

“I can tell T-bone to lay off the zombie dust and the blow if you want?” He asked as I started taking the dress off.

“Zombie dust yes, blow...no.” I said as I shimmied the dress down my legs before kicking it at him as I saw him try to turn his head.

“Hey! No peeking!” I shouted, stumbling onto his bed as I lost my balance.

He laughed, “I’ll see you naked one day, I’m not too worried.”

I put the shirt on, seeing that it was an old T-Rex shirt. I smiled, he always wore this one.

“And what makes you so sure about that?” I asked, trying to walk over to him. He turned around and faced me.

He shrugged, “I just know I will.” He smirked down at me, I hate that smirk of his. It’s so damn cocky.

“Don’t get your hopes up, Sixx. It’s never gonna happen.” I said, toying with the necklaces that laid against his bare chest that was poking out from underneath the half buttoned shirt.

My gaze met his glazed over eyes, he moved the curls out from my face. His hand rested against the side of my cheek as he lowered his head down, I tried taking a step back from him but he snaked his arm around my waist and wouldn’t let me go. He pulled me closer to him, my chest hitting his torso. I felt my heart race as he licked his lips. I couldn’t take my eyes away from his lips.

“Let’s get you in bed.” He whispered, he smiled before letting me go. I nodded quickly as he walked me over to the bed, pulling the blankets down so I could get in before he threw them on me.

I pulled them up to my chin as I watched him get undressed. I stopped watching, pulling the blankets over my head when I saw him undo his belt buckle. A few moments later, I felt the bed shift as he got in beside me.

“What are you doing?” I asked, peeking my head out and looking at him. He was on his back as he tilted his head over to look at me, “I’m going to bed, what does it look like?”

I furrowed my eyebrows, “But I’m sleeping here, can’t you go somewhere else?” I questioned, my tone coming off as snobby. He let out a laugh as he tucked his hands under his head.

“You’re telling me to get out of my own bed?” He asked, giving me a curious look.

“N-no, I just, You still have guests here...” I trailed off, still hearing the music from downstairs.

“They’ll leave when they’re ready.” He said, turning on his side to face me, as he took most of the blankets away.

“Hey asshole, give me some blankets.” I said, tugging them away from his grip.

“If we laid closer together we wouldn’t be having this issue, Princess.” I scoffed at his remarks.

“As if.” I rolled my eyes, “Stay on your side and don’t touch me.” I warned him as he grinned. I turned on my side and had my back facing him.

“You know, That’s the first time a chick has ever said not to touch her while she’s in my bed.” Nikki explained as I shook my head.

“Shut up.” I said, pulling the blankets up over my head, as an attempt to drown him out.

“How about you make me?” I heard him chuckle. I sat up in bed, “I’d rather sleep outside then in the same bed as you.” I took the blankets off but stopped when he grabbed my wrist.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop, I’d rather you sleep in my bedroom than the guest room. People know not to come in here.” Nikki said, his grip subsiding as I laid back down.

“Stop looking at me.” I said through closed eyes, as i could feel him hovering over me.

“You won’t let me fuck you and you won’t even let me look at you...What do you want me to do? Just ignore you?”

“Who said I wouldn’t let you fuck me?” I smirked, opening my eyes as he studied my face.

“You just assumed that because I decline your advances and make you work for it.” I smiled in his face, gently patting his cheek as he exhaled deeply.

“Well, it’s annoying. You’re annoying.” He grumbled, plopping back down on his side of the bed.

“Once you get to know me, you’ll fall in love with me.” I told Nikki as he laughed.

“Alright drunky, I’ll be waiting for that day. Go to bed.”

*End Flashback*

That was the first night I shared a bed with him, the following morning was the first time out of many attempts to get into my pants. God damnit, Nikki. I sobbed into the pillow. How could he just be dead? I needed more time....I needed more time with him.

*next morning, Nikki’s POV*

I stumbled up the driveway, turning around to wave goodbye to the girls that had picked me up at the hospital. Did I really fucking die? Did I really shoot up that much heroin to cause my heart to stop beating and my body to shut down on itself?

I groaned as I bent over, grabbing the spare key from underneath the flower pot. My whole body felt like it was on fire my joints kept locking up on me. I walked over to the door, swinging it open as it unlocked. I leaned into the door, resting against it as I looked around the house. It was deathly quiet and it was rather cold in here, I should open up some windows.

My eyes darted over to the kitchen, my throat was dry and hurting. I needed some water, and then to pass out for a while.

I dragged my feet, feeling as if weights were attached to me. I hated feeling like this, but I did it all to myself. I gripped the kitchen counter, grabbing a cup before filling it up. I couldn’t control the trembling of my hand as the glass met my lips, I didn’t even care that half of the water was dribbling down my chin and onto my bare chest.

I put the glass down, gripping the counters as I stared down into the sink. I closed my eyes as I tried to collect my thoughts.

“Fuck.” I muttered to myself, shaking my head as I stood up straight and looked out the window to my back yard. I turned around when I heard a light gasp. Oh, Vanity. I am so fucking relieved to see you.

She stood across from me with puffy blood shot eyes. Tears were falling down her face as she covered her mouth with her hand, sobbing into it. My eyes widened at the pain written all over her face. Did she know what happened?

“Wh-what are you doing here?” I winced at how horrible my voice sounded, it was like going through puberty all over again.

“Nikki…” She croaked, taking hesitantly slow steps towards me. She reached for me, placing her hand on the side my face. I closed my eyes, feeling as if I was melting into her touch.

“You’re here…you’re alive….but, but all the radio stations and MTV…” She trailed off, getting choked up by more crying.

“Of course I am…the devil didn’t want to give up his throne just yet.” I muttered, breaking into a small smile, but she just stared at me and rolled her eyes as she wiped her face.

“Nikki! This isn’t a time to be fucking funny! I thought you were dead!!! The whole world thought you were dead!!” She weeped, choking on her own breath.

I was concerned, how long had she been here for? I wasn’t at the hospital long…I don’t think.

I had no time to react as Vanity hugged me, squeezing me tight, “Ow.” I moaned, wrapping my arms around her shoulders. I breathed in the scent of perfume.

“I’m so sorry, I’m sorry.” I whispered into the top of her head as she continued to cry on me, feeling her hot tears drop onto my bare chest.

“What….What is that?” She trembled, pulling away as she brushed her finger over the giant dark purple bruise that was on top of where my heart lays.

I rubbed my eyes as I looked down at the bruise and her red nail that didn’t move away from it, “Adrenaline shots, it took two of them to get me back. Apparently the guy was a fan.”

My gaze met hers as she stared at me through teary eyes, “Nikki, I love you.”

I dry swallowed the lump in my throat as I stared at her, I couldn’t muster up any words to say. By the look and tears on her face, plus the glimmer of nervousness written all over, I could tell she was serious.

She stuttered, “I…I’m…I’m in love with you. And I am so sorry you had to die to make me realize it.”

She ran her fingers through her hair, “I spent the whole night crying. I…I came here after work hoping that it was a sick cruel joke but you weren’t here and the house was cold, and, and nobody would answer my calls, I know I fucked up and I’ve missed you so fucking much and I am-“

I swiftly kissed her, tasting the saltiness of her tears on our lips. I pulled away and rested my forehead on hers, “I love you too.” I pecked her lips once more, “So damn much.”

“Don’t ever leave me again. I don’t want to be without you…ever.” She warned as I nodded.

“I’m done with drugs. I’m done with letting everyone down and I’m done with being unhappy.” I told her, rubbing the back of my neck.

“I’m so sorry for everything with Slash. I don’t know why I was being like that…I should’ve just listened to you.” She looked down at the floor like a scolded child, “I should’ve never slept with him.” She added on, finally looking up at me.

“It’s fine.” I quickly brushed it off, I didn’t want to think of it ever again.

“He was with me, at the hotel when I Uh…” I started saying, but I was feeling as my skin was crawling. He was fucked up too, Stevens girlfriend had to get him in the shower to wake him up.

“I figured as much, he told me you showed it to him. Why would you do that? Just so he can ruin his life and body too?” I rolled my eyes as I leaned against the kitchen counter.

“Vanity god damn it….everything hurts right now okay? I feel like everything inside my body is burning. I don’t want to argue. Just-just can you please get me something? I’m starving.” I expressed. She looked at me, I couldn’t even begin to imagine the last time I ate, let alone took a shower

She nodded, “I have to go to the store then, you have no food….just stay here, shower and I’ll be back as soon as I can.” She said as she, grabbed her keys and jacket from the couch. She put my hand on his chest, “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.” She repeated herself, I nodded as I watched her walk out the front door.

I stayed downstairs to hear her leave. When she drove out the security gates, I slowly walked up the stairs. Y’know, fuck the drugs. I don’t need them I can get clean. I can do the whole sober thing. I can do it, I want to do it.

I walked up to my bedroom, glancing in the mirror of the bathroom. God I looked fucking horrible, I looked like a zombie. I closed my eyes, shaking my head. I need to call everyone, she’s the only one that knows I’m not dead.

I sat in front of my telephone and recorded a new voicemail, “Hey…it’s me Nikki, I can’t come to the phone right now…because I’m dead.”

I cursed at myself as I stood up straight, eyes meeting the only place in the world I felt safe in, with my guns and drugs by my side.

I closed the doors behind me, sitting down on the floor as I melted junk on a spoon, over and over and over again. Until I felt nothing. I still didn’t feel nothing, I felt dizzy and numb. Fuck! I wish I can stop this self destruction, it’s not fucking fun anymore!

I stood up, wobbling around as I looked into the already cracked mirror, laughing at myself. My laughter soon turned to tears of pain, before a rush of anger went through me. I glared at myself before punching the mirror again, finally shattering it into a pieces. I grimaced as my knuckles were busted up.

I stumbled onto the floor, eyes half shut as I laid down. Maybe this way would be better. Maybe dying with my drugs and Tom’s guns and my rockstar clothes by my side. What a perfect way to be found.

*Vanity’s POV*

After a short while later, and an unexpected trip to work since Francisco had left me in charge over the holidays, I was back at Nikki’s.

“Nikki! I’m back! I tried calling and you need to change that god awful voicemail. That’s not even remotely funny!” I yelled out, putting the paper bags full of groceries on the counter. Hm, he must be in the shower.

“Nikki?” I called out as I walked up the stairs and too his bedroom. I didn’t hear water running, but I saw the doors to his drug haven were half open.

I exhaled, putting my hand on my stomach as I was becoming nauseous. I stared at the doors before walking over to them. Please don’t be in there. Please don’t be in there.

I pushed the doors open, to find him laying on the floor. A needle was still in his arm as blood was prickling down it.

“Oh, you son of a bitch. Wake up!” I yelled, lightly kicking his foot. I stared at him waiting for him to move but he didn’t. I furrowed my eyebrows as I dropped down to my knees in front of him.

“Nikki? Wake up.” I said as I patted his cheek and shook his shoulder. He finally groaned and a huge sigh of relief rushed over me.

He looked down at his arm, seeing a bent needle and blood dripping down as it puddled in his hand. I saw his eyes begin to water up, probably realizing he was still alive and he wasn’t going to to die so easily as the first time.

I stared at him. He needed the help, and I know he wants it. Heroin had him choking and injecting only made breathing a little easier. Now it was ruining him. Killing him. This use to be tolerable for everyone involved, including me. This whole time he was probably screaming for help and nobody listened to him. I didn’t listen to him.

He looked up at me, seeing that I was just as scared as he was. The tears in his eyes trickled out as he let out a sob, “Fuck!”

I cupped his jaw, his tears falling onto my hands, “Nikki, you need to go to rehab and you need to stay there for a while. Your addiction is too much for you to handle on your own. You have to go.”

“Ple-please don’t leave me.” He choked out, as he grabbed my hands. He cursed. “Shit blood, fuck, I’m sorry.” He moved his hands away from me, “I…I hit a mirror.” I turned my cheek and saw broken glass everywhere.

I looked down at my hands, feeling nauseous as I felt the warmth of his blood and the metallic scent hitting my nose, “Sixx, I was only gone for an hour and a half.” I mumbled as I wiped my hands on the shirt I was wearing.

My eyes wandered to the track marks that ran all across his body, I could only imagine the ones out of view, “I need help, Vanity. I can’t do this anymore…I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want this…” he cried as he grabbed the bent needle that was stuck in his arm, tearing it out of his skin before he threw it away from us.

“This…this shit is going to kill me..” he sighed as he laid back down, but rested his head on my lap. I ran my hands over his hair, trying to smooth it out. He sniffled a few times as I felt his tears soak into my jeans.

“This shit already killed you, Nikki. I told you to fucking stop months ago. You need serious help. You need a drug counselor, you need a therapist, you need all of it.” I expressed my dismay as I leaned over and kissed the side of his temple.

“Not just you, but the whole band needs to go. You all need help, Tommy is gonna be next if he continues.” I wiped my eyes, thinking about loosing any of them. Even Malibu Barbie, Vince.

“I-I know they’ll do it…Tommy will, if I go he will go too…” He trembled, “I’m sorry Van….I’m so sorry.”

“Stop saying sorry. I know you’re sorry, I know what I was getting myself into. I knew what I was signing up for from the moment this started, Nikki.”

He continued to rest his head against my legs, I noticed his eyes were having a hard time staying open, “I’ll call Doc…and we’ll have a group meeting and find a rehab. Please stay here…please. I need to throw all of it away.”

I looked around at all the drugs and paraphernalia that littered his closet, “You need to show me every spot in this house where you hid the drugs and I’ll get them out.”

“I love you, I love you so much.” He mumbled into my skin before weakly standing up. He walked over to a box and opened it up. I quickly closed it and took it from him. It took us over an hour to show where he hid everything. He hid it in his closet obviously, behind the headboard of his bed. The bathroom, taped in a plastic bag in the toilet. He had used rigs tucked away underneath the couch cushions in the living room. He told me he would buy in bulk, so he kept most of the drugs in the freezer so they would stay potent. I followed him around the mansion for over an hour with a trash bag.

When we were done, I took the trash bag to the can outside and then took the can to the curb outside his gate.

I walked back into the kitchen and immediately washed my hands, scrubbing away his dried blood as well as sticky heroin residue. When I was finished I rested my head in my hands, leaning against the sink as i took a moment to collect my thoughts.

Nikki cleared his throat, I turned around to look at him, “I’m… I’m gonna take a shower…” he said quietly as he looked at the floor, “Did you get food? I am really hungry. I haven’t ate in three days.”

I nodded, “Um yeah…I can make chicken Alfredo…it’s um-“ I stopped and laughed at myself, “It’s the only thing I know how to cook…” I trailed off as I saw his lips pull into a small smile.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” He reassured me as I grabbed a pan and put it on the stove.

I felt his eyes following me as I searched for things around the kitchen, “Thought you were going to shower?” I questioned as he nodded.

“Yeah I am…just, thank you.” He said, trying to come near me but I stopped him by putting my hand on his chest, “Van, I’m sorry.” He pleaded with me, taking my hand off his torso and placing a gentle kiss as he smiled at me.

“Go shower, Nikki.” I said, taking my hand away from him. He soon left and went upstairs.

*an hour later*

I finished cooking as I scraped the bottom of the pan. I mean, can you really blame me? I never really learned to cook as Loretta always cooked every meal when I was younger and Tonya cooks for us back at the house.

But it tasted okay at least. It wouldn’t be served at a five star restaurant that’s for sure.

“Your phone won’t stop ringing.” I spoke to Nikki as he walked in and sat at the table, pushing bottles of alcohol to the side to make room for us.

“Yeah, well they can wait.” He said before stuffing his face with the food. I was waiting for him to react badly to it but he didn’t.

“This..is really fucking good. I didn’t know you can cook.” He said, mouth full of food. He was probably saying that to spare my feelings, and probably cause he hasn’t ate in a couple of days.

I laughed as I sat down next to him, “I don’t know how to cook. But I can make this, Mac and cheese, a grilled cheese sandwich, scrambled eggs, and a nice bowl of cereal.” I explained, as I poked the food around the plate.

He laughed as he wiped his face, “No, really this is good. Thanks for going to get groceries. I’ve been meaning to do it..” he trailed off, continuing to shovel food into his mouth.

“You should call doc, maybe the band…let them know you’re alive.” I suggested as he looked at me.

“I am, I will. But later.” He said as I shook my head, “After you finish, I mean it Nikki.” I ordered as he nodded and continued eating.

After we were both done, he went into the living room to make some calls as I stayed behind and tried to clean up his disgusting kitchen. It was like the counters have never been wiped down. I wiped my hands on a dish towel as I threw the remaining empty bottles away.

I heard yelling coming from the other room, he didn’t sound happy.

I heard him slam the phone down, then a bottle shattering, his foot steps found their way to me.

“Everything good, rockstar?” I asked, hopping up on the counter and taking a sip of my glass of wine.

“Everything is not all good.” He said, coming over to me and taking my glass before chugging it. He handed it back to me as I stared into the empty glass.

“They want us to leave for rehab already, starting tomorrow. I…I that’s too soon…i…can’t go.” He said, as he searched in a cookie jar and brought out a baggie of white powder. And I don’t think it was flour.

“Nik….just, you need to go to rehab.” I said, hopping off the counter, “I thought we got it all out…” I said quietly as I watched him dump some on the kitchen bar.

“You said heroin, not blow, it’s fine.” He smirked, as he cut a few lines, “If I have to go to rehab tomorrow, then I’m going out with a bang.” I scoffed at his words.

I grabbed a cup of water and dumped it across the counter, “Van! What the fuck!!” He yelled, trying to get the dry bits away from the water. While he was distracted, I snatched the rest of the baggie away from him.

“No! Give it back to me! Now!” He shouted, reaching out for it but I kept it behind my back, “No! You’re done! You get high on blow and then you’ll go looking for junk!! I know your routine, Nikki! And I’m not fucking doing it! You are going to rehab tomorrow!” I argued back.

“Oh fuck off! Give me my fucking drugs, now!!” I shook my head , “They can’t take me to rehab if I’m not here!” He yelled, grabbing the keys to his car.

“Baby, please don’t do this.” My voice was soft as he started walking to the front door, “You need to go to rehab and you need to get better.” I spoke as he threw the keys down on the couch.

“And what if I can’t!? What If I’m just gonna be a junkie for the rest of my life? I don’t know how to do this without heroin, it’s been with me for so long now….since fucking Razzle.” Nikki opened up as he sat down on the couch.

“You’ll get better, you’ll learn to live without it as much as you might hate it at first…” I explained to him, as I sat down on the couch with him.

“What if I can’t live without it, Van…I’ve only ever gone two weeks without it.” I sighed, running my fingers through his hair as he leaned back into the couch.

“I’m dying to see what a life with sober Nikki would be like.” I teased him as he tilted his head to look at me, “Are you now?” He asked, a loose smile appearing.

“You’ll stay by my side when I’m going through this?” He questioned, “Of course, babe. I’ll always have your back.” He nodded as he kissed the side of my cheek.

“I love you.” His eyes were big as he stared at me. His deep honey eyes were a lighter shade, usually they’re dark, cold and uninviting. They were warm; full of love and hope. I ran my hand across his jaw, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“I love you too.”

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Bigger than you (John Deacon/Reader SMUT)

Another filthy filthy one shot. This is KINK SPECIFIC, and it is my personal kink, so I wrote it how I like it. (: I’d be interested if anyone else has it too. Anyway. Lets do it.

Warnings: Smut?

Kinks!: SIZE KINK(being very smol to someone who is very tol), degradation talk(only like once), choking but not really, hair pulling def, das it??

Tags: @perriwiinkle @deacytits @rogerscupboard @princessleiaqueen @anotheronebitesthedeaks why do i always forget who to tag like why am i like this

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Another day in the studio, everyone plucking, drumming, singing. You sat on the couch in the mixing room, smiling at everyone as they looked to you while they performed. Your eyes always glanced over to John more than the others. You’d been a “thing” for a few months, everyone knew that. But you made a point not to get too handsy or open while in public. Not that you didn’t want people to know, because they definitely knew. The situation would just escalate if your hands were on each other for too long. John was such a gentleman though, always patting your hand if you tried to get cheeky in a bar, or even in the studio. Giving you a smile and a wink, which was his way of saying ‘Later’, and he always kept his word. He knew how much you loved to be touched and teased, and he knew he couldn’t always do that to you in public. He loved hearing your sounds and breaths as his fingers danced along your skin.

A few hours had gone and the recording was done. Everyone had packed up their instruments, one by one heading out the door and waving you goodbye until John was the last one. “You guys sounded great today.” You gave him a smile as he approached you on the couch, stopping in front of you. “You say that every time, love.” He chuckled.

“Yes I know, but it’s true!”

He crossed his arms as he kept the smile on his face, looking down at you. The glint in his eye was obvious, and your cheeks flushed. He took a step forward, his shadow covering you. Your heart began to beat a little faster, your breath almost caught in your throat. “John...here?” You said quietly, looking up at him through your lashes, your shoulders scrunching.

John was doing what you loved. Sizing you up. You were tiny compared to him, your petite frame almost doll-like. His hands swallowed yours, and he could easily wrap his arms completely around you. You loved feeling so small against him. It made you feel vulnerable.

He took another step before picking his legs up onto the couch, straddling you. His legs were on either side of your hips, resting his weight on his knees. His back was hunched, looming over you as he looked down on you, lust in his eyes. “No not here, but I like letting you know what you’ll be in for when we get home.” His voice was thick, his hand running up your arm to your shoulder, your neck, then cupping your cheek. He leaned down, closing the gap between you with your foreheads touching. “You’re so small, Y/N.” His words sent shivers up your spine, your face beet red. You squeaked as he scooted somehow closer to you, craning your neck back to look up at him. “Feel how big my hand is on you?” He moved his hand back down your arm, gripping at your wrist. You shifted your legs to get some sort of friction, as just this alone was enough to turn you on. “Please take me home, Deacy.” You breathed, not being able to compose yourself very well.

He smiled, completely removing himself from you, the light hitting you again. “Wow, just from that?” He made comment to your flushed face, which of course made you turn away and pout. “You know what that does to me.” You grumbled, your gaze back at him as you felt him gently take your hand. “Oh I know. It’ll get even better.” He said and winked, pulling you up from the couch. You gave a small, almost fake moan at his words, gripping his hand as you both left the studio.

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You arrived at the flat, taking your time to get inside and settle down. John watched you as you took off your shoes and set your purse down on the kitchen table. His eyes were on you like a tiger stalking its prey, and he couldn’t wait to pounce. Your back was turned to him, taking a couple things from your bag to set on the table. You had no idea that John was slowly making his way to you. In a blink, he grabbed your hips and pull you against him. You yelped and grabbed the table at the force of being bent over. Immediately, he began rolling his hips against your ass, feeling him harden beneath his jeans.

“John, what are you—“ you tried to ask, but a hand moved to grab at your hair, yanking you up. “Good girls don’t ask questions.” He said quietly to your ear, giving another hard roll against your hips before letting you go. “Bedroom. Now.” He demanded. You were quick to follow. When you got to your shared bedroom, John closed the door behind him, kicking his shoes off and removing his jacket. Everything was quiet except for the sound of clothes rustling and falling to the floor. You sat on the edge of the bed as you watched him, his eyes glued to you. You began to feel the heat between your legs begin to pool, and you crossed them to try and make yourself a bit more comfortable. You wanted to touch yourself so bad.

John sauntered over to you, putting his hand on your knee, untangling your legs before stepping between them. You looked up at him as you held yourself up with your hands behind you on the bed, his eyes boring holes into yours. Still no sounds had been made, no words said. He slowly began rubbing up your arms to your shoulders, cupping your face. Waiting just a little too long to build up your frustration, he continued to look at you. You shifted your body as your calm expression began to scrunch slightly, wanting him to fucking kiss you already. “Why are you waiting, what are you—“ he cut off as he crashed his lips to yours, teeth clacking at the force. It was heavy and needy, his hands going down to yours, lifting your arms and laying you onto your back with your legs dangling off the bed.

He kissed you feverishly as he held your hands above your head with his left hand. It was so incredibly easy to hold both of your hands together, with just one of his. You always gave a slight struggle, but as long as you didn’t say the safe word, he wouldn’t stop. His hips rolled up into yours, pressing his already hardened cock against your heat. You moaned within the kiss, moving your hips with his. He pulled from your lips, looking down at you as he continued grinding against you. “You look so pathetic. Your face is red, and your eyes are so blown out. And just from this.” He annunciated the last word with a harder roll to your core, making you throw your head back. You try to tell him not to point out how turned on you are, “John, d-don’t—“

“What?” John stopped his hips and stood still. “Don’t tell you how you’re out of breath just from me grinding up on you? You gotta be soaked too.” Before you could protest, his right hand slipped down your pants and underwear, immediately between your folds. You gave a moan as his fingers rubbed your slit, turning your head to the side to try and hide your pleasure filled face. He smiled down at you, tightening his grip on your wrists, teasing your dripping core with his fingertips. “Tell me what you want, Y/N.” He said deeply, looking down at you. You could feel his gaze upon you, so you turned your head back to face him, opening your eyes.

Your stomach turned. The expression on his face was almost nonexistent, but you could tell the lust was there. His hair casting a shadow over his features, the bedside lamp behind you lighting up his hazel eyes, and his mouth was slightly open. “Finger me..” you whispered shyly, hating how he always made you say it. He barely slid in one digit, tilting his head and raising an eyebrow. “Hm? I can’t hear you.” He had a cocky smirk plastered on his face, still teasing you. Groaning in frustration and furrowing your brow, you grit your teeth. “Finger me, John.” You spit, maintaining eye contact. His smirk turned to a smile as he pushed his finger inside of you. “There we go..” He hummed. You clamp your eyes shut, tossing your head back at the relief. He moved his hand from your wrists to lift your leg up to get a better angle. He slowly pumped his finger in and out of you, his eyes still watching your contorted face. “See, if you just tell me, I’ll do it.” He teased, inserting a second finger. He got up to a good pace, his eyes closing as he rested his forehead against yours. His mouth hung open, panting as he worked his fingers into you. “Oh my God, John..” you breathed out, your eyes fluttering shut, moving your arms to wrap around him. You weren’t specifically told to keep them above you, but you needed to hold onto him. He then started to curl his fingers into your g-spot, and fast. You gasped at the sudden sensation, your grip on him tightening. “Deacy!” you moaned loudly, your back arching into him. “Atta girl, cum for me, Y/N.” You chased your orgasm as he went even faster, feeling your walls contract around his fingers. “Fuck..!” You gave a last cry as you came, your legs trembling. John moved his hand from your leg to wrap under you, pulling him close as you rode out your release. Your held onto him as you came down from your high, your legs weak and shaking. “Holy fuck, John..” you panted, letting go of him and plopping back on the bed.

He slipped his hand from your pants, bringing his fingers to his lips looking down at you, he licked them clean with a smirk. “Mmm, I’ll need more of that.” He gave a smile before pulling your pants off, your underwear with it. You lay there open for him, your pussy dripping with your release, your folds swollen and red. He got down to his knees, nestling himself between your legs, his face dangerously close to your heat. “At least give me a minute!” You protested before he touched you again. You were still sensitive, but he didn’t care. He chuckled before delving right into your core. His mouth latched onto your clit, sucking hard as his hand came back up to insert two fingers. You threw your head back with a yell, your hands flying forward to grip at his hair. You tugged at his roots, only making him suck on you with more vigor. “Deacy! Fuck!” You cried, your second orgasm rushing through you. That wasn’t difficult for you to cum multiple times in a row, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t exhausting. John removed his fingers to then move his mouth down to your entrance, lapping up every bit of cum he could. “F-fuck John, let me catch my breath at least..” you gasped, your hands letting go of his hair.

John stood up, stepping back and admiring the work he did. You were a mess. Your hair was disheveled, you were panting, your core literally dripping with your release. He began undressing himself, catching you as you sat yourself up to look at him. Your breath hitched seeing him now completely naked, his cock looking painfully hard. You followed suit and took off your shirt, your bra going with it. He walked towards you, and from the look on his face, you crawled backwards on the bed, John following you. It was like he was stalking you, crawling on top of you as you stopped. He towered over you, his shadow casting over your body. He watched you as he got closer to your face, his forehead nearly touching yours. He positioned himself between your legs, teasing his cock at your entrance. Gathering your slick, rubbing the tip hard against your clit. He hummed, just barely slipping in, teasing you. “I’m going to fuck you into the bed until you lose your voice from screaming.”

The most obscene sound came from your mouth after his words, your mouth agape. You loved hearing him talk like that, it made you unravel right in front of him. “Oh God yes, fuck me please..” you moaned out. John pushed into you, completely bottoming out as his hips met yours. You both gave a shuddering breath, sitting still for a moment. He leaned down against your ear, his breath hot against your skin. You took this moment to wrap your arms and legs around him, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck. John started his thrusts with a sharp snap of his hips, his pace immediately quick and unrelenting. You cried out into his shoulder, your moans matching the timing of his thrusts. He was groaning into your ear, his arms slipping under you to hold you close to him.

The bed shook and creaked with the rock of his hips, your cries sounding more like sobs by now. “You feel so small under me..” he muttered to your ear, pulling you closer to him, your chests now touching. “Please, Deacy..” you hiccuped, not sure to what you were pleading, but it made him pull back, slipping out of you. “Get on your knees and turn around.” He commanded. You stumbled to even turn over, and he ‘helped’ by forcing you over, pulling your ass in the air. He repositioned himself at your pussy, pushing back in and starting back up the quick thrusts. His hand snaked its way into your hair, gripping it and pushing your head into the pillow, leaning over you. “Say my name. I want everyone to know who makes you feel this good.” He growled at you, not stopping his hips. You sobbed out a moan, your face twisted in pleasure. “God! Deacy!” You yelped, his grip in your hair now yanking you up against him, his other hand wrapping around to rub your clit. “Louder. Scream my name, Y/N.”

“JOHN!!”

He was happy with the hoarseness of your voice, his thrusts getting quick and sporadic, his orgasm close. “Fuck, Y/N..” he groaned to your ear, his breath dancing across your skin. “Cum inside me John, please..” you moan a bit quieter, your own release creeping up. “I’m gonna fill you up, don’t you worry.” He panted, moving his hand from your clit to grip your hips. He pounded into you, his voice raspy and dry from the panting. Just a few more rolls of his hips and he exploded into you. Your orgasm followed, milking his cock as you felt him twitch inside of you. “Oh God, John!” You cried, your body arched back from the pull of your hair. His hips began to slow, then he slid out of you and released your hair, watching as his cum dripped from you. You fell forward, your hips still in the air as you catch your breath. “Holy fuck, John...” you chuckled. “Well I told you I was gonna fuck you into the bed.” He chuckled as well, crawling off the bed to grab a towel.

You shook your head with a smile, jumping slightly as you felt the wet cloth to your still sensitive heat.

John was cleaning you up. He wasn’t going to leave you a sweaty, dripping mess. He was a gentleman after all. You hummed as he rubbed your thigh gently, carefully rolling you onto your back. You were flushed, and your chest still rose and fell quickly as your heart rate began to slow. John tossed the towel to a pile of already dirty clothes, crawling his way up to you, pulling you to him. His hand was gentle through your hair, and he hummed the melody of “Spread My Wings”, making you smile. “Gotta sing your own song, huh?” You teased, sighing into his chest. He chuckled, squeezing you into a hug. “Yeah well it’s that or the other one stuck in my head. Something about a car. Don’t think you want that one.”

“Yeah, I’ll take yours.”

You both laughed as you nuzzled into each other, breaths finally slowing to a normal pace. You were both so madly in love with each other, the aftermath was almost as good as the sex. You loved falling asleep in his arms after an intense “work out”, usually waking up to him gone, a blanket over you, and the smell of whichever meal John had going in the kitchen. John shifted to pull the blankets over both of you, brushing some hair from your face. “I love you, Y/N.” He said quietly against your head, kissing it gently. You smiled wide against his chest, taking in a deep breath. “I love you too, Deacy.”

#john deacon #john deacon smut #john deacon x reader #joe mazzello x reader #joe mazzello smut #my stuff #what else do i tag lmao

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worldofmuses · 5 years

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💘 thorfinn and glenda ofc

where they first met and howThey probably met in school but the first notable meeting was in a record shop, both hoping for the same one. (Which Thorfinn only really wanted to be difficult)

how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involvedMonths? We haven’t reached it yet but it will definitely be a looot of months, maybe even a year before they ever admit anything.

who fell for who first ( if applicable )I would say it was pretty much the same but Glenda definitely realised it first.

where their first date was and what it was likeUhhh this is a tough. I feel like they just went from friends with benefits to boyfriend/girlfriend, without any in between. I don’t know if they’d have any sort of official sort of first date. Maybe they’d have one for show, where he brought her to some event to sort of show her off. Or maybe the first holiday he takes her on.

who asks who out and how ( with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’? )Again sort of doesn’t happen. But, it will be Thorfinn who does the official, ‘lets be together’ talk, because he’s the one who originally shuts it down.

who proposes firstGlenda! But Thorfinn does it back, a bit more romantically, just seconds later.

if they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right awayLolllll definitely a secret

where the proposal happens and how ( kiss cam at a baseball game? on a hillside surrounded by ducks? at a disney park? )Naked in bed, v tired from sex and v happy in each other’s arms. Glenda suggests they get married and Thorfinn is quick to agree and give a proposal of her own, that probably makes her cry.

if they adopt any pets togetherI don’t think so? I honestly don’t think it even kind of crosses their mind because they have very busy lives and a pet wouldn’t even really be fully nurtured.

who’s more dominantLol Thorfinn

where their first kiss was and what it was likeIn her bed!! On a brand new mattress that they had just bought her so they decided to test out. It was... unexpected. And very much desired. They had done many (many) things up to that point but had never kissed, so finally giving in and doing so was quite honestly a kiss like no other. (At least for Thorfinnn)

if they have any matching couples stuff ( mugs? sweaters? pillowcases? )Idk I was going to say no but Glenda probably loves that shit so she probably buys it without him knowing.

how into pda they areNot at all surprisingly.

who holds the umbrella when it rainsOmg Thorfinn, 100%. Could you imagine him trying to fit under if Glenda held it? He’s be doubled over

where their usual ‘date spot’ is ( if applicable )Whoever’s bed is closest

who’s more protectiveIt’s kind of pretty equal??? Thorfinn is a bit more consistently vocal about it, but honestly Glenda has a protective nature to rival his, it just comes out more sparingly.

how long it is before they sleep together ( can be as in ‘had sex’ or as in ‘shared a bed’ )It was not long at all, and would have been sooner if it could have been

if they argue about anythingJokingly? Constantly. They argue every ten seconds without fail but it’s never serious. Serious arguments are a lot more rare. Right now that’s just because they’re very surface level acquaintances, but even as they grow closer that won’t change. They’re very good at talking things through and listening to the other when they’re mad, rather than getting mad in return. Even if Glenda angry cries out of frustration, Thorfinn quickly learns better methods to deal with it then getting mad back at her.

who leaves more marks ( lipstick, hickeys, scratchmarks etc. )Glenda?? I feel like he probably leave a looot of hickeys, but if you’re adding everything else into the list she probably wins.

who steals whose clothes and how oftenGlenda and always. Thorfinn couldn’t fit in anything Glenda owns.

how they cuddle ( spooning? facing each other? )Honestly probably facing each other a lot? Especially when they’re officially together. There’s def some spooning too though.

what their favourite nonsexual activity isDoes travelling count?

how long they stay mad at each otherLike 3 minutes max

what their usual coffee / tea orders areThorfinn’s is probably black and Glenda’s has sugar because they are Stereotypical but honestly I don’t know for sure

if they ever have any children togetherThey dooo. Three girls; Elsie, Isadora and Aurelia. and maybe a boy later who knows everyone pretend you didn’t see this

if they have any special pet names for each otherPlease don’t ask, it’s a touchy subject for them both

if they ever split up and / or get back togetherSooorta? Before they’re officially together they have a ‘let’s never sleep together again’ sort of thing, (spoiler: they fail) before the get together properly.

what their shared living space is like ( messy? clean? what kind of decor? )Clean because Thorfinn won’t have it any other way, but much more Glenda’s style. Sort of elegant and stylish but with splashes of colour and unique items to make it their home and not just anyone’s.

what their first christmas / hanukkah / etc as a couple was likeFirst one as a couple I’d imagine was spent apart honestly? Unless maybe they’re engaged by then and they spend Christmas is one of their parents houses

what their names are in each other’s phonesG Spot and Zaddy TNot that either knows it

if they have any ‘couple traditions’ ( buying a new mug for their collection every year? baking every friday evening? )Having sex every time they go somewhere new probably. Date nights preferably once a week, at least once every fortnight. Going to one new place every year. When she has a podcast episode she’s really excited about they listen to it together after it’s officially released.

who falls asleep first and who wakes up firstProbably both Thorfinn

who’s the big spoon / little spoonThorfinn is the big spoon and Glenda is the little spoon always

who hogs the bathroomThorfinn

who kills the spiders / takes them outsideThorfinn kills people, I don’t think he’ll have any problem with spiders.

send me 💘 + A SHIP and i’ll tell you—

#Asked #{ThorfinnxGlenda} am i more than you bargained for yet?

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beckzorz · 6 years

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Out of Nowhere (6/21)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/OFC Summary: An offhand comment at work draws Jesse Kaplan into the orbit of Bucky Barnes. Bucky’s excited at the prospect of normalcy, but there’s nothing normal about falling in love with the Winter Soldier. Words: 2702 A/N: The song for this chapter is “Chant in the Night” by Professor Cunningham And His Old School from The Rhythm Method. The plot thickens this chapter; buckle up!!! Hope you enjoy :3

PART 6: “CHANT IN THE NIGHT”

By the time Jesse got home from work on Monday, Bucky was due for lesson planning in less than fifteen minutes. The effects of Marilyn’s prolonged absence from the office were starting to take root. Between that and her own lingering anxiety about last Friday morning, Jesse had stayed late once again to finish everything on her plate. She hadn’t succeeded, but she had to get home to meet Bucky. Work would have to wait.

Jesse scurried around the apartment, trying to meet her guest-coming-over cleanliness standard. She cleaned the toilet—her skin crawled at the memory of dunking her arm—and did a hasty sweep of the bathroom and kitchen to pick up anything that had accumulated in the corners. Were the surfaces clear enough? The papers on the coffee table were in a single pile, and the top was just a shopping list—perfectly uninformative and bland. The counters were clean, with just a few dishes in the dishrack, but she ran her squeegee across the counter to get any crumbs in the sink.

The buzzer rang; Jesse froze with squeegee in hand. She quickly brushed the crumbs into the sink and ran to the buzzer unit on her wall.

“Hello?” she said into the speaker.

“It’s me.”

Bucky.

An unbidden smile appeared on her face as she pressed the button to let him in, and then she turned around and flinched. She still needed to do a few things—close Fran’s door, run the sink to get rid of the crumbs. A knock at the door came as she was closing her own bedroom door, and she dashed to turn off the sink before opening the door.

There he was. Bucky was typing something on his phone—a grammatical monstrosity of a text? She couldn’t tell. He was dressed similarly to that time at the coffee shop, with a baseball hat and a long shirt that didn’t quite disguise his musculature. Jesse tried not to stare. Fortunately, he finished typing in a moment. Bucky put his phone in his pocket and gave a tight smile.

“Sorry,” he said as he came inside. “It couldn’t wait.”

Jesse locked the door. “If it’s urgent, we can reschedule…”

“No, no.” Bucky crossed his arms and leaned against the partition wall between the kitchen and living room. His smile was lighter now. “Not that kind of urgent.”

“Good, I hope!” Jesse said. She bit the inside of her lip. She usually asked people to take off their shoes, but Bucky was wearing combat boots, of all things. Better not. “How are you?”

“Alive,” he said.

She snorted. “I feel that. Haven’t slept properly in days.”

“No?” Bucky tilted his head and fixed his eyes on hers. Worry wrinkled his brow. The concern written on his face sent a swoop through her; she swallowed.

“No,” Jesse repeated. She went to grab a cup of water; it wasn’t hot in the apartment, so why was she so warm? “Want something to drink?”

“I’m good. What’s up with your sleeping?”

Jesse fiddled in her freezer for ice cubes. Did she dare tell him about the scare last Thursday? She was pretty sure it was just a case of a distorted memory, but… No, no, Bucky didn’t need to hear about her problems. He never shared his with her. The least she could do was follow his lead.

“Just had some bad nights, I guess. I think I screwed my schedule up with all the late evenings.”

Bucky didn’t respond. Once she’d filled her cup, Jesse turned to look at him, but he’d left his perch by the wall. She made her way into the living room and saw Bucky inspecting the photo arrangement over the couch. He’d left his hat on the coffee table; she could see his whole face now, and he was frowning.

“Who is this?” He pointed to one of the many pictures with Fran.

“Oh, that’s my roommate. His photos have the gold frames. Mine are all silver.”

“Huh.” Bucky studied the photos for another minute, then turned to her with his face set with determination. “So what’s the plan?”

“Let me pull up what I’ve got, and we can go over it…”

Jesse grabbed her laptop and opened the document her college friend had sent. She talked Bucky through the different steps—warm-up, introduction, basic footwork, open position, closed position, dancing together, so on and so forth—and Jesse tested out various wordings for explaining the different motions and moves before typing it out in the lesson plan document. Bucky just typed, but he didn’t edit at all. Jesse looked over his work whenever he tilted the screen in her direction, but it was always solidly done. He must have had a lot of practice planning without making a sound.

It only took about an hour and a half to get through two lessons. Getting through the basics for total beginners didn’t exactly go at a clipping pace.

“Hopefully the kids are as enthusiastic as the ones from your other workshop,” Jesse said. She scratched the back of her neck. All the dance lessons she’d taken involved willing participants; plopping into a middle school to teach unsuspecting preteens wasn’t necessarily going to go so smoothly.

“Enthusiasm is catchy.” Bucky typed up his last comments. He shut the laptop and set it aside on the coffee table, then leaned his elbows on his knees and smiled ruefully at her. His eyes were bright, open. “You do a good job of it.”

Jesse snorted and propped her feet on the coffee table. “You haven’t seen me in front of a crowd.”

“I bet you could fake it,” he said.

“If I can, so could you,” she countered with a cheeky smile. “At least, I suspect so.”

“Yeah?” Bucky’s lips twitched, though he wasn’t smiling yet.

“I’ve seen you smile before,” she teased. “Properly, I mean.”

Bucky laughed out loud. Still grinning, Jesse surreptitiously studied the laugh lines on his face. For all his reserve, he was able to smile around her, and now laugh. How had she gotten so lucky? How many people could say they’d seen Bucky Barnes laugh because of them?

Not many.

He stood up and headed to the door, still chuckling. “We’ll find out when we get started,” he said. He unlocked the deadbolt and turned back to her. “Should we meet again before then?”

“Marilyn wanted at least five lesson plans set before we start,” Jesse told him.

“I’ll be out of town for at least part of the week,” Bucky said, his expression more serious than before.

“Okay.” Jesse’s heartbeat kicked up a notch, though she tried not to let it show. Out of town doing what? Did he have some work—dangerous work? Would he be okay? Would he come back? Or was he just going off to visit a friend? Did he have friends? She clenched her teeth against the avalanche of questions building in her brain. “How about next Sunday morning?”

He pulled out his phone again. “Should work. Here again?”

“Ye—no, we should take advantage of bagels,” Jesse decided. “There’s a great bagel place on Prospect Park West, two blocks south of the park.”

“Fine,” Bucky said. He pulled on his cap, shielding his eyes from her. “Ten okay?”

“Works for me.”

Bucky opened the door and tilted his head up to look her in the face without his hat obstructing his vision. He wasn’t smiling, but there was a softness in his blue eyes that set her heart beating fast. “Good luck sleeping.” He slipped out and shut the door.

Jesse sat on the arm of her couch and fell back onto the couch, feet dangling. All things considered, that had gone awfully well. She’d made him smile; she’d made him laugh. He’d looked more carefree in that moment, with his hair tucked back behind one ear and his eyes crinkling with genuine amusement, than anyone she’d ever seen. How could he consider anything he did normal? He was extraordinary, every step of the way.

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Today, 9:08 PM

itsadrian: i finally beat that game!!! jesse.kaplan: nice!! jesse.kaplan: did it have a good ending? itsadrian: surprisingly, yes itsadrian: i was def expecting some cop outs on the tough stuff, but nope itsadrian: they did a good jesse.kaplan: haha, good! itsadrian: what are you up to tonight? jesse.kaplan: picking up my takeout jesse.kaplan: I had a late meeting itsadrian: what for? jesse.kaplan: dancing stuff itsadrian: uh huh… itsadrian: with someone in particular? :P

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Jesse couldn’t help the smile on her face as she stuffed her phone back in her purse. Adrian had the subtlety of a ton of bricks. Jesse wasn’t sure if she was smiling over fondness for Adrian or because of someone in particular, as Adrian had put it. Adrian usual made her smile, but so could Bucky, when he wasn’t awkward or frightening. Which was more and more, lately.

She crossed the street, and from there it was steps to the Chinese restaurant. Jesse went in and gave her name at the counter, but the cashier frowned at her.

“Someone picked that up already,” he said.

Jesse’s eyebrows went up. “What?”

“Sweet and sour chicken and veggie dumplings for Jesse?”

“Yes, that was for me,” Jesse said. “Steamed dumplings.” Her stomach growled, and the cashier winced.

“Someone picked that up a few minutes ago,” he said. “He knew the order, so I assumed… Even the steamed bit. One sec.”

He went back into the kitchen and started speaking Chinese to the chef. Jesse turned away, lips pursed and stomach panging. Of all the nights! She was already starving. And the news on the tv over the other wall was full of disturbing stories again.

[ A Brooklyn woman has returned home after [ five 5 days missing. Authorities report th

The cashier came back quickly, and Jesse turned away from the tv.

“We’ll get another order made up right away. So sorry,” the cashier said.

“Thanks,” Jesse said. She made her way to the counter and stools by the front window and perched there, frowning at the other patrons.

What the hell? This was bizarre. She’d been coming here at least once a month for the last year and a half, and nothing like this had ever happened before. She’d always called in an order, waltzed in fifteen minutes later, and picked it up. Boom, done. How had someone gotten their order mixed up with hers? Was there another Jesse out there with the same tastes?

No, that couldn’t be it. If that was the case, there would be a second order that she could take instead. Someone knew her order. Despite the heat of the restaurant, Jesse couldn’t help the chill that ran up her spine. She adjusted her gray dress over her leggings self-consciously. How could someone have known her order? She’d called in it at home—from her bedroom, no less.

Her stomach dropped; she rubbed her right arm, trying to get rid of the phantom feeling of wetness there. Did this have something to do with last Friday? She’d been working hard to convince herself the toilet and all the rest had been nothing, just a series of happenstances she’d brought about herself, but now… Now she was back to square one. She couldn’t figure a way for this to have been a coincidence, or anything else she could explain away. Her order was specific enough—steamed dumplings weren’t even on the menu! She’d asked for them special. How could someone have known that without listening in on her? Could they have read the receipt on her takeaway bag? She glanced behind the counter, but the completed orders were off in the kitchen with the orders obscured by a pile of unassembled boxes.

So. Someone was listening in on her. How? Something in her apartment, or just hacking the phone lines? If there had been a break-in last week, she knew which was more likely, but she was less and less certain of the truth. Nothing made any sense. Who would spy on a conversation just to steal some takeout? Or was this about something else?

Was this… about Bucky?

Jesse’s eyes prickled; she pressed her lips together and stared at the ceiling. God, let it not be about Bucky. She shuddered a little and pulled her phone from her purse. The blank screen stared up at her.

Should she text him? Call him, even? No, she couldn’t do that. They weren’t on calling terms. And if he wasn’t traveling, he was alone, enjoying some privacy. Jesse shoved her phone back in her purse and crossed her arms tight over her chest. She was supposed to be a normal thing in his life. He’d looked so pleased at the possibility. They’d toasted to it, together. If she couldn’t give him normalcy, what good was she?

Her stomach growled again. Jesse grimaced. She needed a plan, one that didn’t involve Bucky. She still had no idea where he lived, but she doubted he lived close enough to actually be of help. The closest police station was less than a mile away. She could go there—get an Uber, a cab, whatever came first.

But first, food.

She waited there for another five minutes, her whole body tense and her purse clutched tight on her lap. The place got a little busy at one point, and a stocky man bumped into her, poking her arm with his keys. He apologized, but Jesse just gave a tight smile and went to sit further away from the door.

When her food was finally ready, the cashier brought it out to her with a tense smile. “Sorry about that,” he said. “We threw in some egg rolls for free.”

A smile ghosted past Jesse’s lips as she took the stapled back from him. “Thank you so much,” she said. “Sorry for the confusion.”

Jesse slid off her chair and stumbled. The waiter grabbed her by the arm.

“Are you alright?” he asked, eyes wide.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” she said quickly. She pulled away, stood up straight, and rolled each ankle. “Just sat still for too long! I’m calling a cab, so no worries.”

Jesse gingerly sat back down and called a cab line. She kept an eye out of the front window, though exhaustion was catching up with her fast. Her vision was beginning to blur, and her limbs were tired. She blinked rapidly and pinched her arm.

A cab pulled up to the restaurant, and Jesse perked up in relief. She slid carefully off the high stool and made her way outside. She tried to pull open the back door of the cab, but her hands were as compliant as wet rags. The driver turned in his seat to raise his eyebrows at her, and Jesse gave a harried, apologetic smile and tried again. This time even her wrists didn’t engage.

“Let me help.”

Jesse turned her head and blinked groggily up at the same stocky man who’d bumped into her a few minutes before. He put a hand on her elbow to move her a little out of the way, and Jesse sucked in a harsh breath. Keys? He hadn’t bumped into her with keys! He’d done something to her! She tried to pull away, but all her strength had seeped away. Keeping herself upright was almost more than she could manage, but she shook her arm as much as she could, heart racing.

“Dun touch me!” Jesse meant to shout, but her words were barely a groan.

The stocky man ignored her. He opened the door and maneuvered her inside, then slid in beside her. The moment he closed the door, the driver peeled away from the curb.

“No,” Jesse mumbled. Her vision was fading. She tried to fumble for the phone in her purse, but the stocky man beside her easily pulled both her bags out of her reach. He patted her shoulder consolingly as he worked the takeaway bag open. Jesse’s head drooped, and before her eyes slid shut she saw him pulling out an egg roll.

“Relax, Jesse,” he said. Jesse heard him take a crunchy bite and swallow. “Just relax.”

#bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x ofc #winter soldier fic #winter soldier x ofc #bucky x ofc #becca writes #fictive february #the not for profit fic

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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afraid (aristique) - melody

Summary: Plastique and Ariel couldn’t be happier, their love was a cherry blossom in a warm spring afternoon: flourishing and flourishing. It flourished and flourished, until somehow challenging nature thorns started to grow in the twigs. It was time to meet Plastique’s parents, that thing itself made Ariel go crazy. Read on ao3 / writing blog /main blog

A/N: Hello! I’m melody, formerly mai as some of you might know me (or even as uranus trash sjfdhjfggjkhgjkf), and I decided to change my pen name because of some stuff so I hope you like this new brand <3 This is part of the feelings are chemicals!verse such as “chemistry” and “falling in love in a coffee shop”, so if you wanna catch up feel more than welcome <3. Hope you like this piece, as always thanks to the amazing @ artificialmeggie for beta reading this, I’ll be eternally grateful for having her in my life <3 My new url on the writing blog is “artificiallymelody” so feel free to follow!

Me: I can’t do this, I’m not going.

Ariel sighed, in the middle of her heavy tears as she typed the short sentence and threw her phone away in the bed - she was so messed up that she didn’t care if it was going to break or anything. That simple message revealed a lot of fear. She didn’t even care about what Vanessa - her best friend - would say. Vanije wasn’t the kind of girl who judged, but she knew she was persistent and would try to convince her at every cost.

Well, unfortunately her phone didn’t break, because it wouldn’t stop beeping. This time it wasn’t Vanessa, but her girlfriend, probably very worried about her. The same girlfriend she was going to let down, and who planned that whole night for them, who was the sweetest thing in the world. Ariel being such a coward probably hurt Plastique, and while Ariel had no sensibility when hurting other people, hurting her girlfriend made her want to punch herself in the face.

Princess plastique 🎀✨💞: C’mon Ariel… I already said I’m sorry

I know my parents are scary but please… You’re really making me sad by ignoring my texts

…I love you

If they ever hurt you I swear I’ll fight, you know I’d do anything for you babyyyyy

Just… Please

Ariel?

We can eat pizza at my place if you want, cancel all this stuff, I was excited and planned it with my heart but… I really care about you, just please answer my texts

You don’t need to go if you don’t want to

Guess I’ll have dinner alone with my parents then.

I really love you :( please don’t give up on me, on us… We’ve come so far

They’ve come so far… It was true. Ariel used to be very negative, she used to not be in touch with her feelings - hiding them, just as she was doing right now - and Plastique caught her attention since the first minute she saw her walking in the hallways of the Fashion Institute of Technology. They shared a very boring class in the course they were doing, and Plastique was the only thing that made her attend that class without fail.

It didn’t take long until they started flirting and having a fling. But it never was more than a fling because Ariel had ugly actions - pretty on the outside, ugly on the inside - that made her sad. When she saw that girl that gave her palpitations in the heart get away from her, she knew she needed to change, that she needed to stop being such a coward. She did it for Plastique, and for herself, and it worked: their love now was a cherry blossom in a warm spring afternoon.

It flourished and flourished, until somehow challenging nature thorns started to grow in the twigs. It was time to meet Plastique’s parents, that thing itself made Ariel go crazy. They both came from wealthy families, but Ariel’s was more liberal than anything. They never minded their daughter liking girls - her mother was biseuxal, actually - and were the kind of bohemian rich family; traditionality was a thing she never knew. She liked that, that her mom was the boss and that her dad was her business partner, that they were a team, that they raised Ariel and incentives her to choose the path she wanted in her life - and ironically, to match her uncertain last name, she chose fashion.

Her surname was Versace, but she didn’t have a connection with the actual Versace family at all - what everyone mistook. She heard from her parents that her dad was a very distant bastard cousin from one of the Versaces and that was they preferred to have the name - it was pretty fancy after all. But her family’s wealth was concentrated on her parents company - that obviously didn’t take the Versace name, but used ‘’Neel’’ instead. That was her mom’s name.

Plastique’s family was a traditional family. The Edwards were pretty reserved, and if Plastique was shy, quiet, and polite nowadays it was because of the many etiquette classes she told Ariel her parents made her do. They weren’t very happy with her studying Fashion - they wanted the perfect Patricia Edwards to be a doctor or something - and Ariel was sure they would explode if they knew she was a lesbian.

It seemed like Plastique knew it too, because she told her parents Ariel was a boy. That was the reason she was a mess in first place; if meeting Ariel’s parents was already stressing, now it was impossible. She got to control herself thanks to Vanessa to meet her parents, and to find the perfect dress - Ariel’s dresses were ‘’too slutty’’ for Plastique’s parents fancy noses, but now all the control she had was falling apart.

Ariel just wanted to run away.

Vanije 👯‍♀️:

Bitch, put yourself together! I’ll be there in a minute, I love you

Well, she couldn’t, because nothing would stop Vanessa now. She knew the girl since they were dumb middle school girls, she knew she wouldn’t give up easily. Neither would Ariel.

Vanessa Vanije Matteo was what you called the most persuasive person in the world. She entered Ariel’s apartment determined, like solving Ariel’s mess depended on her life. Ariel cursed herself for giving her extra keys. Great, now it cost her peace and safe crying space. Vanije was like hurricane in her speech; she talked so fast that Ariel could swear she almost got thrown to the other side of the room.

‘’Bitch I’m here, get out of this bed right now! I’m here to-’’

As a defense mechanism to avoid that, she began to sing. She always sang when she was nervous or just trying to shake off the bad feelings, she knew that would distract Vanessa - and herself.

‘’ Bitch, I’m here to fuck you up,’’ Ariel sang, trying to clean up her tears and make some fun. ‘’Wanna make your bottle pop, ooh nah’’

‘’Ariel, my hoe, this isn’t time for Charli, you know how much I love her but I’m being serious-’’

‘’I’m ‘bout to drop!’’ Ariel yelled in Vanessa’s ears. ‘’Looking like wow.’’ Vanessa sighed: ‘’Are you really doing this, bitch? Are you testing me?’’

‘’We spending ‘cause we got this.’’

Vanessa rolled her eyes in redemption to Ariel’s loudly yelling: ‘’ These dollars all in my pockets’’

‘’I’m like a diamond in the sky, so high.’’ And they laughed, that was enough to make Ariel’s rough heart warmer, and less worried with everything and anything. There was a time where it was all laughs, no worries, just a warm friendship. Three years ago, when they were still in high school, Trophy came out and it automatically became the duo’s song to jam to. Ariel had lost the count of how many times they danced to it electrically at multiple parties.

But it was time for the laughs to go away, and the tears to take place. Ariel knew Vanije was persuasive, but she also felt so comfortable venting to her. She sobbed her heart out telling how much she loved Plastique, that her parents thought Ariel was a boy and when they found out the truth she would never see Plastique again. Even if they accepted her as a lesbian - which was hard - they would think their daughter was too good for her…

‘’Look at me.’’ Vanessa cleaned the black trails of mascara on Ariel’s face; it was dramatic - like she was a movie star.

‘’I can’t-’’

Her phone beeped again:

Princess plastique 🎀✨💞:

Ariel I swear to god, they are waiting for you, they are excited to meet you

A billion of angry replies passed on Ariel’s mind.

Me: Oh are they excited to meet me Patricia? Or are they excited to meet Ariel Versace the heterosexual boy?

Princess plastique 🎀✨💞: Hey you have all the right to be angry baby. Yes I know I screwed up, but I’m willing to tell them, we’ve got this… It’s all about our love. if hey ever hurt you I swear to god I’ll hurt them back.

Me: But dolly, you are baby you can’t hurt a fly

Princess plastique 🎀✨💞 For you I would kill a lot of flies >:(

No jk I wouldn’t kill the poor things :(, but I’d def fight my shitty parents

Ariel smiled to the phone, Vanessa placed a hand on her shoulder: ‘’You know she loves you, you love her. Are you going to stay here and cry? Watch a dumb girl movie with your best friend and eat more pizza than your diet allows?’’

It was one of Vanessa’s pep talks, and they always made Ariel laugh hard.

‘’…Or are you going to fight for her? Fight for Miss Patricia, she loves you! I’ve known you for an annoying amount of time, and I know Ariel motherfucking Versace doesn’t give up on anything!’’

It was true, Ariel would never give up on the girl who made her heart warm, or held her hand when she felt Ariel was scared - Ariel would never say she was, but Plastique knew. They would fight it together, she was Ariel, Versace or Neel. Her family never gave up, she would never give up… Now she had a face to redo, and a Vanije in the room putting on their old high school playlist.

‘’Let’s go lesbians’’

[…]

Looking flawless was a matter that Ariel mastered easily, so in a few minutes she looked like a goddess. Her white turtleneck dress wasn’t that short, and her makeup skills made her go from crying mess to dressed to impress. In theory she was constantly trying to remember herself - now in Vanessa’s voice - that she was enough, and that she and Plastique had this. But in practice she was tempted to start biting her nails - even if she just painted them.

The drive to the restaurant was chaotic for the very least to be said. Ariel wasn’t the best driver in the world - her parents surely were way too liberal, they gave her a car even if she was a disaster driving that - and now that she was nervous she was sure that she would have her car crashed and die - in fact, she almost did. What was she doing again when she was taking the driving lessons from her family’s chauffeur? Oh yeah, she remembered: she was reading fashion magazines instead, but in her defense if that car was a dress she would one hundred percent know how to make that cute with sneakers instead of heels.

With no car crashings - for her luck - and an impression eating fast timing, Ariel was in the restaurant. One of the fanciest restaurants of New York, the pressure was high. Plastique’s parents were really invested in knowing who her daughter was dating. Ariel went there before, so it wasn’t a problem for her; she liked the atmosphere of fancy restaurants a lot. She was scared, walking through the tables like a small fish in an ocean full of sharks - until she found the table of sharks she looked for so much.

Plastique’s parents were for the very least, classy, in an old school way - her dad wore a monocle, a monocle for world’s sake. Her mom had the biggest pearl necklace Ariel had ever seen, and a big beauty queen blonde her that was a big contrast with her bright blue eyes. She imagined them to be serious and rigid, Plastique’s dad surely seemed to be, but her mom talked loudly and witty about something - she seemed to be such a fun figure.

Ariel stopped observing, and in five steps that seemed to be five steps to her death, she shuttered a bunch of words she didn’t even processed right: ‘’G-goodnight’’

Plastique smiled in surprise to see her girlfriend, and blinked to her. Suddenly Ariel remembered why she had to do everything right: she would fight for her girl, you could be sure of that.

‘’Oh who’s this beauty darling?’’ Alyssa turned her head to Ariel with a friendly look. ‘’Aren’t you the bastard Versace children? I know your dad from college, honey we used to smoke pot together.’’

Plastique’s dad, an old serious Vietnamese man looked at Alyssa with the coldest look.

‘’What?! It was in college, stop being so grumpy’’

‘’Who are you? Are you Patricia’s friend? We were waiting for her boyfriend Ariel, we didn’t knew her friend was coming too.’’ Her dad split the words on Ariel’s face harshly, but it didn’t take Ariel down.

‘’In fact…’’ She smiled ‘’I’m Ariel, nice to meet you’’

The old man seemed like he was having a stroke; he literally choked on his drink with Ariel’s speech, while Alyssa had a kind of playful glow in her eyes. Plastique had a worried semblance, looking at her parents and to Ariel awkwardly.

‘’B-baby why don’t you sit?’’ Plastique shuttered.

‘’Baby? Are you kidding me, Patricia?’’ her dad yelled as Ariel took a seat beside Plastique.

‘’Look my dear, let the girl explain herself,’’ Alyssa intervened. ‘’Hi Ariel, we are excited to meet you aren’t we?’’

‘’…I’m not.’’ her dad looked at Ariel like he wanted to kill her. ‘’I’m not okay with the fact my daughter is a dyke, I’m sorry Alyssa but this won’t happen.’

‘’Dad, we didn’t even order…’’ Plastique seemed like she wanted to cry.

Damn, damn, damn. Ariel just wanted to hold her, she held her hand under the table, Plastique’s weak fingers squeezing Ariel’s in a cry for comfort. Ariel rubbed her thumb on Plastique’s hand, telling her everything was okay as they always did, it was such an intimate gesture in the middle of that whole hurricane.

She wanted the peace, the love, the healing they always felt when they were together. That moment was one thing, chaotic, and the poor fragile Plastique was in the middle of that. If she could, she would… She would fight her dad, but Ariel was paralyzed, she didn’t know how to react, just to hold Plastique’s hand as strong as she could.

‘’Do you even listen to yourself, Patricia? We raised you to be our heir, our treasure, you would marry a rich man and be an influential woman in high society… And if you marry… This girl, what will they think of you? She’s a bastard, and a girl! Do you think high society will accept you? Are you a lesbian now? Do you think a lesbian has success in her life?’’

Tears started to go down Plastique’s face. No, no, no… Ariel wanted to play with her hair until she calmed down, to kiss her forehead and make her the chamomile tea she knew she enjoyed that so much. Ariel wanted to be there for her, to fall asleep with her in her arms, the world would be a safe place. But now she could only rub her thumb on Plastique’s hand trying to give her the bare minimum of comfort she could at that moment.

‘’Well I am, but you never listened to me did you dad? Did you ever pay attention? And this girl here is the best thing that ever happened to me. She’s kind, she’s lovely, she has personality, and her arms are safer than any of your expensive security equipment could be. I love her!’’

‘’You don’t love her, we don’t approve this!’’

‘’I do, look at us, we are in love.’’ Plastique raised Ariel’s hand holding hers over the table, now it was visible - not just to her parents, but the whole restaurant was looking at them.

‘’Darling…’’

‘’Don’t interrupt me, Alyssa… Well, you can live without our money and with… this.’’ He looked at Ariel with the most disgusted face. ‘’Or fucking be normal and end this lesbian bullshit, right now’’

Violently crying, Plastique left the table and the restaurant, like a princess running away from her abusive, sick, and homophobic tower. Ariel’s first instinct was to go find her, outside the restaurant, sitting by the fountain, crying her soul out. She looked so weak, unprotected, now it was the right time to hold her. Ariel loved that girl so much… Usually, she made people cry, but seeing Plastique cry was like experiencing a thunderstorm.

‘’Baby…’’ she held her, she held her as tightly as she ever had Plastique sobbed even more. ‘’Shh, shh, I’m here, it’s okay.’’ She kissed her forehead.

‘’Don’t look at me I’m pathetic, I’m so sorry… This was such a dumb idea… I just thought they would change, that they loved me.’’

‘’No it wasn’t, you’re perfect Patricia, they are bullshit. Fuck it if they disown you, I have money, I can afford a pretty comfortable life for both of us baby, my parents would love you… God they would never stop talking about you, in fact I think they would like you more than they like me.‘’

‘’I don’t wanna be a weight for you Ariel, I’m such a failure…’’

‘’No you aren’t’’ Alyssa’s voice was irreplaceable. ‘’My daughter is everything but a failure, and I know that since I saw her stupid cute face after long hours of labor.’’

‘’Mom, what are you doing here?’’ Plastique asked surprised, cleaning her tears.

‘’Do you think I was going to support your father on his bullshit?’’

‘’Well…’’

“Sweetheart, I love you, and I’m sure Miss Thing here is as lovely as she seems. I see that in the way she looks at you, in the way she holds your hand, calms you down…’’ Alyssa looked at them fondly ‘’I always knew you were gay, since you spied the neighbor because she went to a preparatory school and that skirts were… Well…’’

Plastique blushed, Alyssa placed a hand on her shoulder. ‘’And it’s okay, I’m gonna change his mind I promise, I always do.’’

This fond moment meant so much for Ariel because she saw Plastique smile again. Her radiant smile was more precious than the diamond necklace she wore, more beautiful than all her dresses put together - Plastique was art, the most beautiful thing in the world, nothing could be ever compared. Ariel wondered if she knew how beautiful she was, how she made her heart skip a bit every time she smiled, how much everything she did meant for her.

So enamored, they were hugging each other. After all they got this, Plastique wasn’t lying at all - they were stronger with that, even if they didn’t have Alyssa’s support, they would get over this. Because they were so powerful, their love was a rose with a lot of thorns, but that thorns made them stronger to the world. Alyssa gave her a weird comfortable feeling, holding Ariel’s hands and looking directly to her eyes: ‘’You have my blessing, please take good care of her, she’s so fragile…’’

‘’I’m not a fragile thing needing to be protected!’’ Plastique crossed her arms.

‘’Baby I would love to agree with you but last week you cried when I showed you a kitty video.’’

‘’That kitty was so cute! It made me emotional.’’ Plastique complained ‘’I’m not fragile hmph’’

‘’Okay sweetheart you aren’t’’ Alyssa patted her head.

‘’Thank you mom.’’

‘’I’m lying, she’s such a baby and if you hurt her I’ll kill you bitch.’’

‘’Mom!’’ Plastique seemed mad ‘’Ariel don’t listen to her.’’

‘’You look so cute when you’re grumpy princess.’’

‘’No, not cute. Dangerous. I’m dangerous.’’ Plastique pouted.

Ariel kissed her pout: ‘’A dangerous cutie’’

To make Ariel’s heart burst into an explosion one more time, Plastique smiled, and she smiled back kissing her forehead. They didn’t even care if they were in front of Alyssa, but they got the woman sobbing.

‘’I can’t with you two, I’m so happy for you, truly.’’ Alyssa smiled to the fond moment ‘’…Now I have to get in again, what are you doing tonight?’’ she sighed.

‘’I promised Miss Versace some pizza at my place if it all went wrong, I guess we are watching a movie too. I don’t know.’’

‘’Yes babe Mean Girls and cuddle.’’ Ariel blinked.

Alyssa looked at both sides: ‘’Can I go with you? I don’t wanna bear Mr. Edwards and his bullshit tonight, to be fair honest I love him, but sometimes…’’

‘’Yes mom of course!’’ Plastique seemed electric as a child on a playground. ‘’It will be so fun, I didn’t see it coming, I know a very good pizza place. We can get delivery-’’

‘’Shhh Patricia, I know you’re excited’’ Alyssa patted her head. ‘’I hope I’m not third wheeling, and I want your hands in a place I can see them.’’

Plastique blushed so hard, Ariel cracked and couldn’t stop laughing. ‘’Bold of you to think you will even see them.’’

‘’Ariel! No mom isn’t true don’t worry.’’

‘’Patricia it’s okay people fuck, how do you think you were born?’’

Now Plastique was red as Alyssa’s lipstick.

And the following events were full of fond laughter and blushed cheeks - full of family. Plastique fell asleep in Ariel’s arms, and even in the dark she could swear she was the cutest thing in the world. Alyssa could too, she looked at them like she just saw the same kitty video that made Plastique cry from joy.

#rpdr fanfiction #ariel versace #plastique tiara #aristique #vanessa vanjie mateo #alyssa edwards #fluff #rare pair #hurt/comfort #angst with a happy ending #lesbian au #college au #s11 #melody #tw homophobia #tw slurs against lesbians #concrit welcome #submission

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