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new to this | taeyong

�� pairing : virgin!taeyong x reader

Genre ➞ pure smut oof

Warnings ➞ sub!taeyong, corruption kink, begging, mild degrading, handjob, fingering (m. receiving), public-ish(?), mild choking, running into walls

Word Count ➞ 8.3k

requested by @ninachocoo

posted ; 3.08.21

Hot. God, it was so hot.

Then again, summer in your part of town always was. But this heat— this heat was different. It surrounded you, pulling perspiration from your pores and clinging to you persistently. It spilled down your throat, filling your lungs with every deep inhale. It robbed you of any and all of your energy, leaving you too tired to rouse yourself from where you lay on the cool tile floor of your kitchen in front of the open fridge (the absolute coldest spot you could find in your entire house).

You didn’t cope very well in warm weather, if that wasn’t obvious.

And, at the cost of your poor housemate’s sanity, you always found new and creative ways to cope with the excruciating rise in temperature,

“Y/n a few of my— how many times do I have to tell you to stop doing that?!” You couldn’t bring yourself to so much as flinch as the fridge door was abruptly slammed shut, only managing to pull a whining complaint from the back of your throat as your only source of cool air was ever so rudely ripped away.

“Fuck you, Mark. It’s too fucking hot to worry about the stupid electricity bill.” You huffed, peeling your eyes open just long enough to shoot an icy glare in the direction of the scowling brunette.

He crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly, lower lip jutting out. “I think you forget that it’s a combination of both of our money going into paying them, so I think that I have a right to worry about how much is coming out of my pocket because you think that laying in front of an open fridge is a good way to ‘beat the heat’.”

“Offer me a better solution, I’m open to suggestions.” You sighed tiredly.

He only rolled his eyes.

“Oh! I’ve got one,” you exclaimed suddenly, clapping your hands together as a gasp of excitement flew from your lips, “How about I just strip down and walk around butt ass naked? That should do the trick! Oh… but little Mark would like that a little too much, wouldn’t he?” You offered him a taunting pout, feigning sympathy as you glanced down unabashedly towards his crotch.

Instinctively, his hands flew to cover himself as his cheeks throbbed a devastatingly obvious shade of red, bright enough to rival even the ripest of tomatoes. “Y–you—”

Your lips curled with an amused smirk, but it faltered at the sound of thundering laughter coming from behind your flustered housemate. Your eyes followed the sound, finding its source in a group of about five or so men crowding up the foyer. Brows lifting in mild surprise, you shifted your attention back to an even more humiliated looking Mark.

“You brought company.” An apology hung at the tip of your tongue. You really tried to keep your pg-13 teasing to a minimum around other people, especially knowing how susceptible Mark could be to his own embarrassment.

“Hey Mark, I thought you said your roommate was a raging asshole with the sex drive of a teenaged boy on viagra? She seems pretty cool to me! And hot.” One of the taller boys chimed, a massive dopey grin plastered across his face.

You turned to Mark slowly, brows raised. But he wouldn’t meet your eyes, head lowered. He wasn’t good at hiding his guilt.

Welp. No apology for ole Marky boy today.

“Please, allow me to properly introduce myself to our company.” Mark's eyebrows jumped all the way to his hairline as you pushed yourself off the floor and tossed an arm around his shoulder. “My name is (y/n), but I suppose Mark's asshole roommate with the sex drive of a teenage boy on viagra could work, too.”

The look you shot him out of the corner of your eye had him shrinking in on himself, regret shining in his big brown eyes. But, you ruffled his hair, a silent reassurance that you weren’t all that torn up about the comment, especially considering it was hard to deny the layer of truth that lingered within it.

You’d probably subjected Mark to more than his fair share of sleepless nights while you were up into the early morning giving the man (or woman) of the night the experience of a lifetime. A few scathing comments to close friends was more than understandable when looked upon in that light. Besides, you were never good at holding a grudge against your sweet, awkward, puppy-eyed housemate.

The tall one that had spoken before chimed in eagerly, “I’m Yukhei, but my friends call me Lucas. Xuxi works, too. Or papi if you're feeling especially— ow!” Lucas yelped loudly as a hand connected to the back of a head with a sharp smack. You watched in amusement as another tall, charming looking man tugged him back, shooting him a warning glare before turning his attention to you.

“Ignore him. He has a bad habit of forgetting his manners around attractive women. My name's Johnny, it’s great to finally meet you.” The sweet, disarming smile he offered you had any reservations melting away, and you easily returned the gesture before he proceeded with introductions. “This Haechan, Jaehyun, Doyoung, and— Taeyong?”

Johnny pivoted around, brief confusion settling across his face before he spotted whoever he’d been looking for. Reaching behind Lucas, he grabbed someone's arm, tugging them into your line of sight.

“And this is Taeyong!” He concluded with a grin, slapping a large hand down on the shorter boy’s shoulder. Taeyong dipped his head shyly, not meeting your eyes as he murmured a soft greeting that you were just barely able to catch. Soft tufts of dirty blonde hair fell over large brown eyes as he bowed politely, the air of meekness unmistakable.

Oh, he’s cute.

Your lips curled into an impish smirk. “Hi, Taeyong.”

A faint blush darkened his cheeks and you caught a hint of a smile upturning the corners of his mouth.

Really cute.

Mark knew you well enough to see the gears beginning to turn in your head and coughed loudly when your stare lingered longer than necessary.

“O-kay, now that you’re all acquainted…” he stepped in swiftly, opting to intervene before you could get any wise ideas about his friend. “We have got a group project to work on and it would be extremely helpful if you’d refrain from providing any distractions. I already have a hard enough time trying to get them to focus for longer than five minutes as is.”

“Aww but I wanna hang out with your hot roommate, Mark.” Lucas whined loudly, practically throwing himself across Mark’s shoulders as the cutest pout you’ve probably ever seen fell across his lips. “She’s got a way nicer ass than any of you guys.”

Doyoung sighed, his face screwing in second hand embarrassment for his friend’s shameless behavior. “Lucas, please.”

“Have some dignity, man.” Haechan huffed additionally and you grinned in amusement as he grabbed the collar of Lucas’s shirt and began tugging him towards the living room.

“Don’t worry, Mark. I’ll stay out of the way. I would hate to hinder your geek fest.” You teased, wrinkling your nose as you stepped past him.

“Thank you, (y/n). I really— wait, Geek f– it’s a project worth thirty percent of our final grade!”

“To-may-to, to-mah-to.” You waved a dismissive hand over your shoulder, before pausing briefly. Spinning on your heels, you turned back to face

the cute boy, who visibly jolted the moment your attention landed on him. “It was very nice meeting you, Taeyong.”

“Y- you, too.” He stuttered sweetly and you had to fight the overwhelming urge to reach over and pinch those adorable pink cheeks. Either pair.

With one last sultry smile, and a wink just to fuck with Mark a little, you sauntered back into your bedroom. Miraculously, you were no longer concerned with the previously unbearable heat plaguing your apartment. Now, you had something —or rather, someone— far more interesting to occupy your mind.

Taeyong was having a difficult time focusing, which was pretty out of ordinary. He had barely gotten anything done with his assigned part of the project, less than half a page filled out with what little information he managed to collect. Luckily, none of the other guys seemed to notice, too distracted by their own inabilities to focus to take notice of his. Otherwise he would have to concoct some lie. But he wasn’t good at lying. He was a terrible liar, in fact. So he would probably just end up blurting out the truth which was you. You were the reason he couldn’t focus. You with your mischievous eyes and your pretty smile and intoxicating laugh. Mark’s asshole roommate with the sex drive of a teenage boy on viagra.

He’d seen pictures of you before. But they didn’t do you any justice. In pictures, you were pretty. In real life, you were beautiful, charming, witty, sexy, and you winked at him. Girls don’t wink at him. Not ever. But you had. You’d winked and smiled at him and he wasn’t sure if you were just teasing him because he flustered easily or if there was a chance it meant something a little more than that.

… he secretly hoped it meant something a little more than that.

But he shouldn’t be thinking about you right now. He should be thinking about finishing his research. Not your eyes. Not your smile. Not your voice of the way you purred his name and those shivers rushed down his spine and he could have sworn something twitched— okay. That’s enough. He really needed to splash some water in his face, cool down a little before his mind wandered to places it definitely should not.

“Ah— Mark?”

The younger boy lifted his head, brows raising. “’Sup?”

“Where’s the bathroom?”

He perked, tipping his chin forward. “Oh, it’s to the right of the k— shit, wait. That toilet’s busted. Um, just use the one in my room. It’s at the end of the hall.”

“Thanks,” Taeyong pushed himself up with a soft grunt, nearly tripping over Yukhei’s long legs as he maneuvered himself around the cluttered coffee table, “I’ll be right back.”

None of the other guys took much notice of how quickly he rushed out of the room, much to Taeyong’s relief. He let out a low breath the moment he turned the corner and found himself in a vacant hallway, but that relief was short lived.

Mark had only said that his room was at the end of the hall. But, there were two doors at the end of the hall. Meaning one of them could possibly lead to your room. And you were in your room. Which meant if he walked through the wrong door on accident… he could walk in on you. Oh god. Heat rushed into his cheeks at the mere thought of such a humiliating occurrence. For a moment, he debated turning on his heels and returning to the living room.

But, he wasn’t ready to go back to studying just yet. He was still feeling flushed and antsy and needed another moment or two to himself. Plus… he was actually starting to need to pee a little. Damn him and his tiny bladder.

Hesitating, he gently knocked on the door on the right side of the hall then waited ten seconds. No response. Just to be extra certain, he knocked twice more before finally turning the knob. Cautiously, he peeked his head inside. The black out curtains were drawn tight so the room was dark, too dark to make out anything defining outside of the vague shape of a bed and dresser tucked into the far corner. It took a few minutes of stumbling blindly through the inky blackness, tripping over clothes and extension wires until he found what he hoped to be the bathroom door.

Without too much of a second thought, he opened the door.

Then he froze.

He thought it was Mark’s room. He really did. He thought he was tripping over Mark’s clothes and Mark’s wires. Though, he probably should have noticed the light coming out from beneath the bathroom door, indicating that someone might be inside. Or maybe he did but ignored it because– because maybe Mark just left the light on. That could have happened. That totally could have happened.

But it didn’t.

Because it wasn’t Mark’s room. Those weren’t his clothes or his wires and he didn’t leave the light on.

He realized this all too late of course. Because now he was staring at you. You who was wet and naked and… wet and naked. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. He could only stare, dumbstruck, mind short circuiting as billowing steam curled around the shape of your body like an iridescent veil, beautiful skin glistening under the soft golden light. Your head was tipped back, lips slightly parted, hands soothing your slick hair out of your face as the hot water cascading down the swells of your

breasts and over the curves of your shoulders.

It was like watching something out of a pornographic shampoo commercial.

“Oh—” it was somewhere between a whine and gasp, strangled and broken by the time it escaped his trembling lips. It was so quiet, you shouldn’t have been able to hear it over the hiss of water. So it took him off guard when your eyes opened and flicked in his direction.

He flinched, body jolting backwards like it intended to make a break for it, but it was like your stare locked him into place. His brain was screaming at him to do something; to move, to turn away, close his eyes, apologize, bash his head against the freaking wall, literally anything but stand there staring at you with his mouth open like a complete idiot. But he couldn’t.

The corner of your mouth curled, forming into a downright devilish smirk that sent hot tendrils of desire spiraling through his veins. Then you quirked a brow and it was like a burst of electricity bringing him back to life. His hands flew up from where they’d been frozen at his sides, slapping so hard over his eyes that he yelped in shock at the sting.

“Ohmygod I- I am so sorry! I am so—” he whirled around, spewing high pitched apologies as he scrambled for the door. Only, his eyes were closed so instead of bolting out the door he face planted into the wall next to the door. “Ow!”

Your low laughter rippled through the small bathroom and red hot embarrassment raced up his neck and into his face. He could only whimper out one finally strained apology as he clutched his throbbing nose and stumbled back into the darkness of your bedroom, slamming the door sharply behind him.

By the time he’d managed to scramble back into the hall, Taeyong felt like he was on fire. His heart was beating wildly in his chest and he was certain if he dared to look in a mirror he’d be the equivalent of a tomato.

Humiliation gripped at his throat, squeezing painfully around his airway every time he recalled the previous events. He’d never be able to face you again. Not after that train wreck. Not ever. Groaning distraughtly, he sank against the wall, silently wishing that the floor would just swallow him up and put an end to his suffering.

But, there was something worse than the embarrassment. Something hotter and harder, throbbing shamelessly in the confines of his suddenly far too jeans. He saw you naked— wet and naked, looking like a freaking goddess beneath the stream of hot water, soap suds still clinging to your skin. He had never seen a woman like that before. Not in person, at least. And none as beautiful as you.

Biting his lip, he squeezed his legs together, trying his best to will away his progressively hardening erection. That, of course, did not work. And it didn’t help in the slightest that every time he so much as blinked, the image of you in the shower came rushing to the forefront of his mind, still fresh and vivid and devastating.

Oh god. There was no was no way he could go back to working on the project now. If he thought he was being unproductive before— he probably wouldn’t be able to get a single legible word written with the image of you and your body burned into the back of his eyelids.

He was doomed.

And he still needed to pee.

Damnit.

It was about nine at night when the low voices transformed into booming laughter, the walls practically vibrating under the barrage of stomping feet. It didn’t take a genius to deduce that they’d finished up on their project— either that or they mutually reached the end of their attention spans.

Regardless, you were bored of remaining cooped up in your bedroom merely for the sake of your roommate’s econ grade and needed to stretch your legs a bit. Not to mention you were beginning to crave something greasy and unhealthy. You were almost certain the group of college boys lounging in your living room wouldn’t be opposed to some pizza, fries, and milkshakes from your favorite delivery place.

“I don’t know about you boys but I’m starving!” You sang brightly as you all but skipped into the room. All eyes swung to you, wide and stunned as they watched you waltz over to where Mark sat in the love seat and throw yourself into his lap like it was the most normal thing in the world. He grunted under your weight, lip curling in annoyance but wrapped his arms securely around your stomach nonetheless. You pretended not to notice the lingering eyes of one particular boy, meticulously curled into the farthest corner of the couch. “Anyone down to order?”

“Ugh please!” Yukhei exclaimed, throwing his head back dramatically. “I am dying of hunger.”

The others were eager to voice their own agreement and you turned to Mark with an expectant smile. “Rubio’s?” He asked, already reaching for his phone.

“Read my mind.” You hummed, pinching his cheek until he hissed and swatted you away.

It was nothing short of chaos trying to get everyone’s orders, multiple overlapping voices making it hard to discern exactly who was asking for what, but somehow Mark managed to place all of the requests with only a handful of difficulties. Well, all but one.

“Taeyong.”

The boy’s head jerked up so fast at the sound of his name that you were surprised you hadn’t heard something crack. Up until then he’d been sitting quietly with his knees to his chest, staring at his feet, pointedly avoiding looking in your general direction. He could only hold your gaze for a few tense seconds before his cheeks flamed and he dropped his eyes.

“I– uh– y- yes?” He coughed, blinking hard.

You tilted your head, offering him an innocent smile. “Is there anything you’d like to eat?” You couldn’t stop yourself from adding an unnecessarily suggestive pitch to the question, words dancing wickedly across your tongue.

Taeyong swallowed and pulled his knees tighter to his chest. “I– I’ll just have some of the- the pizza.” The words tumbled clumsily out of his mouth and your grin only widened as he became more and more flustered under the heat of your persistent stare.

“Perfect. Then we can share.”

The poor boy nearly choked on air when you abruptly pushed yourself off of Mark and sauntered over to where he sat, squeezing in between him and an eager Yukhei, who was more than happy to make room for you. His entire body went rigid, brief panic shooting across his features as you made yourself comfortable. It was tight with Jaehyun, Lucas, Taeyong and now you all squished onto the couch, so you were practically flush against him, shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh. You pretended not to notice that he was holding his breath.

“Thirty minutes.” Mark announced, shutting off his phone and shoving it back into his pocket.

“What should we do while we wait?” Jaehyun asked, ignoring Yukhei as he whined about how he’d be dead of starvation before the food even arrived.

“Movie?” Haechan suggested.

You perked. “I know a good one.”

“No— no.” Mark cut in quickly, pointing a finger with the intention to reprimand in your direction. “Every time you pick a movie it’s either fucked up or really fucked up. So no.”

“Don’t be a pussy, Mark.” You huffed, wrinkling your nose at him. “Just because you don’t like horror movies doesn’t mean your friends don’t.”

“I, for one, love a good horror movie!” Yukhei remarked, a smug grin breaking across his lips as he shot a flirtatious wink in your direction.

Haechan scoffed. “Bullshit! You couldn’t sleep alone for a week after we watched The Shining. And that wasn’t even scary!”

“There was a tidal wave of blood.” He grumbled defensively, crossing his arms over his chest as he slumped, lower lip jutting out dramatically.

“No tidal wave of blood is this one, promise.” You snickered, snatching the remote from the cluttered coffee table and switching on the television. It only took a few minutes of browsing through Netflix before you finally located the movie you’d saved to your watch list a few weeks ago but had never gotten the chance to watch.

Marked hopped up to flick off the lights as you pressed play, any excited or nervous murmurs coming to a halt as the opening credits rolled across the screen. Beside you, Taeyong tensed, squeezing his legs even tighter to his chest. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, not missing the nervous way he gnawed at his lower lip even in the darkness.

“Not good with horror movies?” You hummed, nudging his knee. He flinched in surprise, eyes shooting over to meet yours before he quickly diverted his attention back to the screen.

“No, not– not really.” He admitted weakly, clearing his throat.

A playful smirk twirled onto your lips and you subtly leaned into him, whispering near his ear, “you can hold my hand if you get scared.”

A fierce blush consumed his cheeks, illuminated by the soft grey light of the television. “I– I’ll be okay.” He coughed when his voice cracked and you chuckled under your breath, opting to cut the poor boy some slack… for now.

The movie progressed with the usual eerie start before transitioning into something lighter, though the low hum of anticipation-building music never ceased. Even if at some point it became rather repetitive, you thoroughly enjoyed a good horror movie. Most of the time, they failed to meet expectations and you left feeling rather disappointed that your stomach hadn’t leapt into your throat any point throughout the film. However, every once in a while, you were pleasantly surprised.

Now, was not one of those times.

Boredom quickly settled over you as the plot developed, revealing itself to be almost identical to a number of horror movies you’d watched in the past. You slumped back in your seat, a subtle scowl staining your lips. But then… inspiration. Devious, unquestionably self indulgent inspiration that risked putting a certain someone in a possibly very awkward (but also very delightful) position.

The slow slide of your eyes from the television over to the boy seated at your left revealed that not everyone found the movie to be boring and repetitive. Taeyong was practically trembling. He had both of his hands over his face, wide, uncertain eyes peeking out timidly from between his index and middle fingers.

You had to sink your teeth into your lip in order to subdue the large grin threatening to break across your face.

Fuck, he’s too adorable.

Unable to resist, you allowed a curious hand to wander towards his leg. With a brush so subtle it could’ve been mistaken for a breeze, you traced a finger over the seam of his pants. But, with his senses on high alert, it wasn’t a sensation he missed. He jolted violently, head swinging in your direction. There was fear in his eyes, but it quickly melted into relief else once he realized it was you and not some demon.

Then his eyes drifted to where your finger lingered, hovering over his clothed thigh, and the relief transformed into something else entirely. Something hot and shameful and desperate, something he tried to hide behind frantically fluttering eyelids and quivering lips. But it was unmistakable.

You lifted your brows, a silent question swirling in your gaze. He swallowed, breath coming out in quick, shallow huffs as the unnameable emotion thickened inside of him, then he nudged his leg shyly towards you. The air you didn’t realize you were holding in your lungs rushed out in one quick exhale, a subtle smirk curling onto your lips as excitement swirled in your gut. Taeyong sucked his lower lip into his mouth as your open palm landed boldly on his lower thigh, fingers pressing gently into the clothed muscle just above his knee.

For a few minutes, it remained there, not moving any lower or any high, simply resting on his leg and he found himself relaxing beneath your touch. The heat of your hand was a welcome –comforting, even– distraction from the horror movie that had progressed to the point in the plot where the reckless characters put themselves directly into the line of danger instead of taking the intelligent path that would help them avoid it all together. You could feel the tension returning to Taeyong’s muscles as suspense building music poured from the surround sound speakers.

In a two sided attempt to both comfort and tease, you began gently massaging his thigh. His breath audibly hitched, gaze straying from the screen once more in favor of watching the slow, deliberate motion of your fingers squeezing around his leg. That alone was enough to set his long neglected desire to flames. It burned within him, hot and dangerous, turning his face a dark, flattering crimson.

It was too much. He’d never been touched like this before. You weren’t even close to his crotch and he could still feel the distinctive hardening beneath the zipper of his jeans which were growing tighter and tighter with every passing moment. At this rate, he’d make a mess of himself before the movie even reached its climax.

The mere thought of coming untouched was enough to make his head feel dizzy, a mixture of humiliation and heady lust licking at his nerves.

He couldn’t believe he was feeling this way, in a room full of his friends no less. If one of them were to look over, even through darkness, it would be impossible to miss your hand laid across his lap or the feverish blush coating his face, illuminated by the dull light of the tv.

Then, your hand shifted higher. It was a minute movement, couldn’t have been more than an inch or two. But it had his pulse spiking in his veins nonetheless, blood rushing downward. You gripped gently at the inside of his slim thigh, thumb tracing slow, calculated circles into the rough material of his jeans. He trembled beneath the teasing ministrations, jaw clenched to fight back the urge to moan as your curious touch wandered upwards once more.

“Is this alright?”

The question came unexpectedly, a sudden rush of warm breath hitting the curve of his throat. He sucked his lips into his mouth, shivering faintly at the low, rough sound of your voice, just quiet enough that none of the other men in the room could make it out.

He offered a sharp, jerky nod, desperately heaving in deep breath through his nose. The corner of your mouth curled.

“God you're shaking. Are you that sensitive? Or do you just get off on getting felt up in front of all your friends? How naughty.” You chuckled tauntingly, words borderline malicious.

“I– I don’t— I’m not—” he swallowed, shaking his head frantically in denial of your words, despite the flames they ignited inside of him.

“I think you are.” You purred, tracing your index finger lightly over his prominent bulge, eliciting a strangled moan from his trembling lips. He was fortunate enough that at the very moment the sound escaped, some ditzy bimbo began screaming her lungs out in the movie. Still, he slapped a hand over his offending lips, looking around frantically to see if anyone had heard his slip up. Luckily enough, it seemed they hadn’t.

This was payback, he realized abruptly, this was payback for walking in on you showering.

But even if it was—

It felt too damn good.

His head tipped back, hand surging to cover his burning face and stifle his whimpers as you suddenly gripped firmly at his clothed length. A low, appreciative hum thrummed through your chest as you felt him twitch, delighting in just how responsive he was to your touch. His thighs squeezed together, hips shuddering upwards as you mapped him out.

The urge to set your teeth upon his neck was almost overwhelming, but you resisted only because it might draw some attention from the room’s other, currently oblivious, occupants. You doubted Yukhei would miss it, even if he was desperately hiding his eyes behind those astoundingly massive hands.

But shit was it tempting.

His pretty porcelain skin would look so good painted in varying shades of pink and red. So sweet and pure… you wanted to taint him.

He couldn’t stop moving now, squirming and quivering in place. He was unraveling right before your eyes, and you were devouring it. What a sight…

Warmth stirred in your belly, and you rolled your palm down. He jolted violently, then in the next second he was up on his feet. It happened so quickly that you nearly fell over, just barely catching yourself from falling into the spot he previously occupied. Yukhei shrieked in shock, throwing himself directly into Jaehyun’s lap.

“Fuck, Taeyong! You almost gave me a heart attack!” Haechan shrilled, clutching a pillow against his chest. Instead of responding, Taeyong jerked forward, the movement sharp and robotic, like his body wasn’t quite caught up to his brain.

“What are you doing?” Doyoung asked, squinting at him through the darkness. “And why do you look so—”

“B- B- Bathroom!” Taeyong squeaked out abruptly. You could only watch with wide eyes and gaping lips as he proceeded to run out of the living room like his ass was on fire.

“Movie must’ve freaked him out.” Johnny muttered.

“It’s not even that bad.” Yukhei scoffed in a voice too high pitched for his words to sound believable, grunting when Jaehyun shoved him off of his lap. Noisy banter was quick ensue. Noisy and distracting enough for you to make a quick and silent escape without catching any of the other boys’ attention.

“Taeyong?” You called softly, worry churning in your gut that you overstepped or upset him. “Tae, I’m sorry if I—” you gasped, words cutting off in your throat as a hand found your wrist and you were quickly tugged around the corner and into the unlit hallway.

The motion was so unexpected you ended up tripping over your own feet, having to slam a hand against the wall to steady yourself. But it was only when you felt a rush of quick, warm breath against your face that you realized the position you’d gotten yourself into. Taeyong was standing in front of you, face flushed a feverish shade of red, faint perspiration glistening on his skin, and he was standing with his spine flush against the wall, effectively caged in by your body. And he was looking at you.

Really looking at you.

With the kind of eyes that had something tightening deliciously in the pit of your stomach, chills of excitement ricocheting through your veins.

“Tae?” His name was less than a breath on your lips, laced with an unspoken question. He sucked his lower lip into his mouth, fluttering gaze dancing across your face.

“I almost…” he swallowed, shivering voice tapering off as he became overwhelmed by the proximity. He could smell your shampoo, a subtle, smoky-vanilla kind of scent that made his head feel dizzy. “I almost c- came.”

The corner of your mouth swirled, both amused and charmed by the way he whispered the word, tone so innocent and shy that the filthy meaning behind it almost became misconstrued in your head.

“Do you want to come, Taeyong?” You asked quietly, jutting a knee forward to press between his thighs. He gasped, trembling lips silently caressing the shape of your name as his hands shot forward, clutching desperately onto the sides of your shirt. A shy nod was all he could muster, the words feeling far too dirty to say aloud. But you weren’t satisfied.

“Say it.” You murmured, nose brushing against his. His breath hitched at the command, warmth flushing through his veins beneath the staggering heat of your dark, hooded gaze. “If you want it, say it. If you don’t, tell me now.”

“I want it!” He said quickly, only to flush and shrink in on himself, taken aback by his own outburst. Licking his lips, he repeated himself in a much softer voice, “I– I want it.”

You let out a low hum, curving a gentle hand around his jaw. “Can I kiss you?”

A shock ran through his body, his wide eyes snapping down to trace to soft lines of your mouth. “Yes.” He breathed, suddenly desperate for a taste of your lips. You didn’t deny him.

The first brush of your lips against his is light, delicate… teasing. It made his knees tremble, fierce anticipation and wild desire running rampant through him. He opened up for you like a goddamn flower in bloom, melting sweetly when you applied even the slightest bit more pressure. His mouth was soft and warm, his kiss shy. And there was something ever so endearing about the way he clutched at your top like it was the only thing keeping him upright.

You kept the pace deliberately slow, relishing in the soft moans that fluttered from his chest as you sucked his lower lip into your mouth, gently sinking your teeth into the sensitive flesh. He was wracked by a violent full body shiver when you licked over the seam of his lip.

God he’s adorable.

His strong reactions made you wonder if he’d ever been kissed like this before. Or, perhaps, this was a new experience entirely.

“Taeyong.” He whimpered when you abruptly broke away from the kiss, but you ignored it. “Are you a virgin?”

His eyes widened, a deep red flooding his cheeks. Then, he nodded, gaze dropping to the floor as the tips of his ears darkened.

Wicked excitement curled in your gut, heat licking at your veins at the thought of being the first to corrupt such a sweet… innocent…

“Have you ever been touched before?”

He shook his head, chest pressing against your with every jagged inhale he drew into his lungs.

You dipped a hand between your bodies, trailing teasingly down his stomach. “Would you like to be touched?” Your voice had dropped at least an octave, a low, rasping whisper that nearly made him keen.

“Yes.” A devious grin settled across your lips at the quickness of his reply. Didn’t even need to think that one over, huh?

You slid your hand over his crotch, feeling his hips buck uncontrollably when you squeezed. “Just looking at you,” you began, toying with his zipper, “I never would’ve guessed what a little slut you are.”

“I- I’m not a slut.” He whimpered, digging his fingers into your waist.

“Aren’t you, though?” You popped the button of his jeans. “I mean, take a good look at yourself, Yongie; letting yourself get felt up and teased by your best friend’s roommate while they’re just in the next room over. Seems pretty slutty to me.”

Taeyong couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped his chest at the degrading word, his cock twitching within the confines of his boxers. Slipping a finger beneath the elastic, you tugged it away from his skin, letting out a playful coo when his weeping pink tip peeked out. The blush on his face intensified tenfold, both of his hands dropping down instinctively to cover himself. But you were faster, snatching his wrists and pinning them against the wall on either side of his head.

“Don’t even think about it.”

Shivering, he offered a compliant nod.

“Good boy.”

He barely had time to form a reaction to the praise before he felt you around him, stroking and caressing. The responding moan that burst from his lips was loud— too loud. You were quick to cover his gaping mouth, successfully muffling the series of succeeding gasps and whimpers.

“Careful, sweetheart,” you clicked your tongue, watching the way his eyes fluttered and rolled as you tightened your grip around his cock, “you wouldn’t want your hyungs to find out what a little slut you’re being, now would you? Mark was so kind, inviting you into his home… How do you think he’d feel if he were to see you taking advantage of his hospitality, getting your pretty little cock played with by his roommate? How shameless...”

Taeyong whimpered, and you felt the gentle press of his lips against your palm, followed by a meek flick of his tongue. He was looking at you now, really looking at you, with the kind of pathetic, wanting eyes that never failed to make your skin burn in excitement. You wondered if you could make him cry, overwhelm him with pleasure to the point where he couldn’t keep his emotions at bay. The desire to ruin him was almost unbearable.

Swirling your thumb over his tip, you slotted a leg between his, pressing up against him from underneath. He nearly keened at the pressure, hips rolling greedily over your thigh, simultaneously pumping his cock into your closed fist. Heaven, this must be heaven. Honestly, you hadn’t expected him to succumb to his desires so readily, with such… enthusiasm. But this Taeyong surprised you at every turn. You’d thought he’d be shy, reserved, hesitant to give in, but here he was, riding your thigh and fucking your hand like his life depended on it, his muffled moans pulsing beneath your palm.

It’d be a flat out lie to say you weren’t beyond turned on.

There was a slick warmth building between your thighs, soaking into the fabric of your underwear, and tight knots in your stomach, threatening to burst at any given moment. The knowledge that less than thirty feet away, your roommate and all his friends were gathered and one stray moan from the crumbling man before you could give away all the filthy things you were doing to him stroked the lustful flames blazing through your blood. One glimpse into those hooded, glassy brown eyes told you he was suffering from a similar burn.

“Turn around.” You demanded, somewhat breathless as you tore your hands off of him. A low whimper escaped past trembling lips at the loss of stimulation, a shiver rippling down his spine as his hard, abandoned cock swung through empty air. Regardless, he was quick to comply, spinning himself around and pressing his palms flat against the wall. You hummed a praise, pleased with his eager compliance, rewarding him with your touch. He gasped, forced to sink his teeth into his lip to stifle his whimpers as your hands slipped over his body: one returning to stroke his dick while the other pushed beneath the material of his top, venturing up to his chest where your fingers set to toying with his sensitive nipples.

“(y/n)—” he moaned your name desperately, rocking his body back against yours as overwhelming pleasure pulsed through his veins.

“Easy, sweetheart,” you chuckled darkly, splaying a steadying palm across his hips as they began grinding back into yours, “you sound like you're about to burst.”

He moaned, shuddering when you caressed his sensitive tip, and an idea struck you.

“Can you do something for me, Tae?” You asked, voice a low, rasping against the shell of his ear. “Can you suck?”

Any short lived confusion dissipated from his mind when he felt your fingers nudging at the soft flesh of his lips. A deep blush flooded into his cheeks, but his mouth opened nonetheless, shyly taking your digits inside.

“There you go…” you purred, feeling his tongue lick delicately at the pads of your middle and ring finger. He sucked, and you lowered your head to press slow, encouraging kisses laced with whispered praises to the juncture of his throat. You felt the soft vibrations of his muffled moans quivering through your knuckles and against your lips. He was shaking, the stimulation to his cock causing violent tremors to wrack his body. He wasn’t far off from release, you could tell as much by the way he was twitching and the slow increase in volume of his sounds.

But you weren’t finished yet.

Not by a long shot.

You pulled your fingers from his mouth, the suction of his lips giving with a lewd, wet pop. A filthy sound coming from such innocent lips.

Leaning forward, you nipped gently at the shell of his red tinted ear, hand releasing his dick in favor of venturing beneath the hem of his pants. You heard his breath hitched and offered quietly, “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

Taeyong nodded in understanding, but offered no resistance as you pushed the thick denim down over the soft curve of his ass. His shoulders jumped, a gasp shooting from his lips when you slid a saliva soaked finger between his cheeks, coming to the abrupt realization of what your intentions were.

“O– oh—”

“Is this alright?”

He swallowed, glancing back at you from over his shoulder. “I– I’ve never…”

You soothed a hand down the front of his thigh, “it’s okay if you don’t want to.”

There was no judgement in your tone, rather a gentleness to the reassurance that put his buzzing nerves at ease. “That’s not it,” he shook his head, gnawing at the corner of his lip as a soft pink crept across his cheeks, “j– just…”

“Just?”

Taeyong drew in a deep, trembling breath. Your furrowed brows shot to your hairline, heat twisting in your gut as he suddenly bent himself over, sticking his ass out, practically fucking presenting himself to you. “B- be gentle…” he whispered shyly, hiding his face in the crook of his elbow.

Steam would surely start coming out of your nose if your temperature rose any further. This is fucking ridiculous. How was it possible for a man to be so cute yet so sexy all at once? This couldn’t be good for your health…

Smirking deviously, you settled a palm between his shoulder blades, pressing down ever so slightly and watching as he delicately arched his spine. “I’m always gentle.”

A hiccuping moan rushed from his chest at the first careful press of your finger, his brows furrowing deeply as his muscles tightened in response to the foreign stretch.

“Relax, sweetheart.” You reminded lightly, settling soothing kisses across his shoulder. He drew in a series of deep breaths, allowing himself to adjust to the sensation of having something inside of him while melting into the tender caress of your cool lips across his feverish skin. You felt the slow dissipation of tension, felt the way he melted beneath you. “There you go…” you cooed, easing into him until your knuckle before allowing him a few moments to adjust.

He was panting, forehead thudding softly against the wall as his hips trembled, a strange but not unpleasant feeling sparking to life inside of him.

“Oh…” it was a barely audible sound, soft and breathless of shuddering lips. But you didn’t miss it, didn’t miss the way his shoulders drooped, his walls tight relaxing ever so faintly around the intruding digit. The corner of your mouth curled upwards in a salacious smirk, and you curled your finger experimentally.

His reaction was instantaneous, a moan of surprise entwined with unexpected pleasure rushing from his flush throat. He glanced back at you from over his shoulder, eyes wide and trembling, hazy with an emotion you immediately recognized as pure, unfiltered lust. Your grin widened, almost triumphant as you whispered, “feel that?”

He nodded rapidly, a gasp of breath wracking his chest. “Yes,” his hands were curling into fists where they were braced against the plaster wall.

“Wanna feel it again?”

The sound he let out was a combination of several things, keening and desperate for the sensation he’d never before experienced. “Please. Please.”

It was impossible to say anything but yes when he begged like that.

You rewarded him by stretching him out around a second finger, his knees nearly giving out when you thrust them in as deep as they would go. He was an absolute mess, forced to slap a quivering hand over his gaping mouth when his teeth proved insufficient at keeping his sounds in. You were enjoying yourself perhaps a little too much, enjoying watching him slowly crumble, enjoying watching his innocence shatter into tiny irreparable pieces on the floor beside glistening drops of precum. He was just too irresistible…

“You’re about to come, aren’t you?” He was nodding before you even finished the question, muffled moans and sobs escaping through his fingers as he fucked himself back onto yours. You curve a hand around the shape of his jaw, tugging his head back at an angle that surely causes a strain in his neck, and slot your lips into his. Shoving your tongue down his throat proves a far more efficient means of keeping him quiet.

But when you curled your fingers inside of him, subsequently stroking that sensitive bundle of nerves, even your mouth wasn’t enough to stifle the shriek of pleasure that burst from his throat. You were hoping the screams you heard emulating from the other room were enough to drown it out.

“Keep your voice down.” You all but snarled, curling a hand around his throat.

“I- I can’t— oh god, it feels so g- good.” He babbled, voice strained from the sheer effort of trying to keep himself from crying out in bliss. “I’m g- gonna come— I’m gonna c- come—” the sound of him choking on his words, gasping for breath around the added resistance of your restricting hold was even hotter than you imagined it would be.

“Gone on, sweetheart. Let me see you make a mess of yourself.” You kissed the shell of his ear, deciding then to have mercy and offer his pathetic, weeping cock a helping hand. He was finished the moment your fingers grazed his tip, struck with an orgasm so powerful it had his knees buckling beneath the weight of his quivering body.

His jaw when slack, unleashing every pent up sound he’d managed to keep bottled up thus far. They came rushing out of him too quickly to stop, not that you made much of an effort. You were enjoying the way he was moaning your name like it was his saving grace far too much to care whether or not the other boys were hearing. In fact, the thought of them hearing their sweet, innocent Taeyong whimpering like a bitch in heat, moaning your name, gave you an unexpected rush of delight.

You didn’t stop fucking your fingers into his tight little hole until you were certain you’d milked him for all he was worth, until he was reduced to little more than a trembling, whimpering mess against your chest, barely able to keep himself upright.

“Oh my g- god.” He murmured shakily, head falling back to rest on your shoulder.

A low chuckle slid from your lips as you gently released his spent cock, simultaneously pulling out of him. He winced faintly, whining weakly at the unpleasant emptiness that ensued.

“That felt pretty good didn’t it?” You teased.

He bit his lip, humming airily as he melted into your hold.

“You’re a good boy, aren’t you, Taeyong?” Your words danced over the curve of his throat, flooding his senses with the fluttering implication. Blushing, he nodded, a shy bob of his head that caused the sweat soaked fringes of his bangs to fall over his eyes, clinging delicately to his pretty eyelashes. “Words?”

“I—” he swallowed, gaze flitting as his face reddened further, “I’m a g- good boy.”

You mouth curled deviously. Holding your come covered hand up to his panting mouth, you whispered against the shell of his ear, “good boys clean up their mess.”

His breath hitched, wide eyes jumping over to meet yours. You held his gaze boldly, cocking an expectant brow. Then, ever so lightly, his tongue dipped out from between red bitten lips, kitten licking his come from your fingertips. You could’ve come right then and there, watching him shyly lap his own release from your hand. Honestly you would’ve been happy to stay like that all night, his tongue tracing the lines of your palm, caressing your knuckles…

But then the doorbell rang, and someone cleared their throat in the other room.

“Uh… foods here.”

Taeyong leapt away from you with a gasp, flushing deeply as his hands flew to tuck himself back into his jeans.

“D- do you think they—” his voice cracked and he coughed as crimson crept up his neck.

You smirked, not in the least bit ashamed.

“Oh, definitely.”

A/N; well i dropped off the face of the earth, sorry about that loves. but i think you’ll be happy to know that i have a number of wip sitting in drafts, should i tease the banners?

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rhaenyratargeryn · 3 years

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A few weeks ago I wrote slutty, slutty Kent x Button fic and then didn’t post it-- but now I’m gonna and reveal myself as a thirsty ho.

title: reciprocity rated: explicit fandom/pairing: Mind Blind (IF) Kent Zarneki x f!Button Wiseman summary: One photo leads to another leads to another... Button could open a gallery with the sheer volume of nudes she possesses of one Kent Zarneki.

It had started innocently enough. At least, that was the lie I was telling myself because in all honesty, what was innocent about sending your boyfriend a selfie— when that selfie was really just a strategically cut close up of the new strappy bralette you’d bought, peaking out from the unbuttoned V of your Aeon uniform top? Nothing. Absolutely god damn nothing.

The text I sent: new! shockingly comfortable. didn’t want to rip it off as soon as I got home

Kent’s message bubbles were silent, but the “read” notification had gone off. I grinned slyly to myself, getting comfortable back up against my bed pillows. Kent blushed so infrequently, I had made a game of it as much as Glitch, though I had had unprecedented success. Glitch had given me a withering look at the boast.

I mean. It was obvious why I did.

My phone dinged, the notification image showing that in lieu of a text, Kent had sent an image of his own. I clicked the tiny preview and was awarded with a picture much like my own, Kent’s tie loose around his neck, the buttons of his shirt undone to show the pale expanse of skin beneath. I could just barely see the line of his jaw, the smirk ticking up the corner of his lips.

I responded by undoing my own shirt down to my waist, pushing the fabric down around my shoulders and using my arms to help my cleavage look fuller. This was dangerous. Very dangerous, but I shook my head to let my hair cascade down across me, took a few shots and sent the best one.

Are you in bed?

Kent’s reply. Followed shortly by another photo. He had put aside ceremony and fully removed his shirt, revealing he was in bed himself. The dark sheets contrasted against him. All that Aeon training had sculpted and carved him into a lean, but strong figure. He was not bulky, like Grayson, cut more narrowly at his waist which gave his shoulders an even fuller illusion of broadness that made my hands ache to run over them.

Kent Zarneki, in short, was too fucking hot for his own good.

I am

Im taking my clothes off

I assume that is what we are doing?

I sent the three texts in quick succession. The message bubbles in reply were brief.

yes

The image that followed was enough to send a hot pang right down into my stomach. He’d unbuttoned his trousers, using the thumb of his free hand to hold down the band far enough I could see the line of his pelvis and the dark hair that dusted across.

If you want to

I want to

I took off my shirt, throwing it aside without care. I had chosen to wear a high-waisted black skirt that day, which was all the better. I very carefully slid my hand up the cup of my bralette, letting the fabric rise up to show the under curve of my breast, appearing fuller when pressed up into my palm.

I sent it and in a second got a reply.

Off

I smirked. Kent had already been naked from the waist up for some time now. I received a sequence of three images, all of which where very flattering shots of Kent’s own torso and abs.

Seems only fair

I pulled the lacy fabric up and over my head as easily as my shirt, looking down at my own pale breasts, my nipples already hardened in the cool air and in anticipation. Shyness fell over me like a cold shower. Kent had never seen me naked before. What if I was too small? What if I was too big? Was my right breast always that much different from my left? Anxiety panged in my stomach as intense as arousal and despite my delay, Kent’s messages remained silent.

Patient. Waiting.

I could cheat. Brushing my hair over my shoulders, the strands lay perfectly over the tops of my breasts, hiding them from clear view, but not as much as my bralette did. I let the photo catch just the bottom half of my face, my tongue stuck out to the side. Teasing. Taunting. Like it was on purpose, not because I was nervous.

Kent didn’t respond for several minutes. The next image, I felt my mouth go dry. I could very clearly see the outline of his erection, pressing against the groin of his pants and going down the leg.

He wasn’t wearing boxers. Of course he wasn’t. This was Kent Zarneki, a man who was one bad day away from leaving everything and joining a nudist colony.

Is this okay?

It was more than okay. It was super okay. It was, please-send-me-more-now okay.

I relayed as much through the text message and got a photo that sent my heart racing. It was just him. His cheeks flushed, his gray eyes dark and storming, a smug smile half formed on his lips. His dark hair was messy and I nearly groaned with frustration at how badly I wanted to run my fingers through it, tug on it, pull that smirk against my own and kiss it off his face.

The next photo I sent him I hid nothing, cupping my breast in my hand and making as if I was drawing my thumb over my nipple. I showed my face, trying my best to look as effortlessly sexy as him— though no matter what I did, my smile was always more playful than sultry. My cheeks flushed with more than just wanting.

Cute

High praise

I replied, trying to remind myself his short responses were normal and not to read into it.

You want praise?

You’re driving me crazy

His words hit me like a sucker punch. His next photo is the second one I didn’t see coming.

No man this gorgeous should ever be blessed in such a way. There were really no words other than “pretty” to describe the flushed skin of his length, not overly long, but definitely blessed where it counted. Or at least where I had heard it counted. It’s all about the girth. My mind supplied in its best Cosmo magazine voice.

The tip was, in all honesty, a very pretty shade of darkened pink, and curved with a sort of perfection that should have been reserved to— I don’t know. Porn stars? Dick models? Do dick models exist? Hand models sure do, and the way his hand was wrapped around himself was enough to make me think he could easily be one of those too.

Cute

I snap back and I can practically hear him laugh in my mind.

High praise

More?

Is that an offer or a request?

Both

How could I say no? I definitely didn’t want to. I found the zipper at the top of my skirt and slid it down. I was left in just my panties and hose. I rolled the hose down low on my thighs, sitting up on my knees to take a photo. Hesitating for just a moment, I flicked the camera over to video and let my hand run down over my thigh and then across my hips. I drew my finger over my center, my breath hitching and my hips moving forward as I rolled against my own touch.

I sent it.

And after a moment I got a video in turn. I watched Kent’s hand glide up over his length in slow, languid motions, pausing to rub his palm against the tip of his head. Teasing himself with the lightest touch. His cock flexed and jumped, a tiny gruff sound escaping his lips and reminding me that even though I couldn’t see his face this was Kent. My Kent.

I nearly dropped my cellphone as it began to vibrate, an incoming call displaying on the screen. I laid back, pushing my hose off the rest of the way as I answered. The line was silent before I finally broke it with a breathy- “hey.”

“Are you naked?” Kent’s voice was low, strained, but somehow eager.

I took a quick moment to slide my panties off, kicking them away.

“Now I am.”

Kent took in a deep breath. I let my hand trail between my legs, touching myself in the familiar way I did when I was alone. I traced my index and middle finger up my labia, spreading the soft warm skin, dipping my fingers into the center where I was slick and hot.

“I’m touching myself.” I said, my voice a broken whisper. Kent made a gruff sound of acknowledgement.

“Kent...” I said, “You made me so wet.”

He moaned.

“Is that okay?” I said, teasing him. I appreciated his caution, his check ins, making sure I was enjoying myself.

“Yes. Yes, it’s okay. Tell me.”

“Wow. Six whole words? Be careful, you’ll make me come.”

“That’s the idea.” Kent said, a breathless laugh filtering through his words.

“What about you? Having fun yet, Zarneki?”

Kent made a sound and I heard the rustling of sheets and the faint click of the phone camera shutter. My phone chimed, an image appearing of the head of his cock, wet with pre-cum he was smearing around the tip.

My tongue slid out against my bottom lip.

“Kent, don’t take this the wrong way— but you have such a pretty penis.”

He snorted.

“I’m serious. I want to put it in my mouth, which is not something I thought I’d ever say to any guy. But like? It just looks so appealing.”

“You’re killing me.” Kent said, a groan that sounded almost exasperated coming from his throat. It was hard to tell.

“With my witty charm or because I put a very naughty image in your head?”

I slipped two fingers into my mouth, pursed my lips, made a show of how wet and soft they looked and sent it to Kent.

“Shit—“

I felt a burst of pride at his expletive and found my clit with my fingertips, circling in a quicker pace.

“I like listening to you.” I said, thoughtless. I sighed, feeling my whole body warming, “Wish it was closer.”

“...I’m just down the street.” Kent said, trying to play it off like it was a fact and not a very tempting invitation.

“But this is fun. And naughty. And I get a keepsake.”

I heard the question in his voice, almost masked by a small groan. I wondered what his hands were up to.

“The photos. Speaking of which... I wouldn’t mind an after shot.”

“After?”

“After I make you come all over yourself, Zarneki.”

I heard his breath hitch.

“Only if I get one too.”

“You got it.”

Talking became a non-priority then. The only thing I strained to hear was his breaths, his soft moans, the faint wet sound I sometime thought I heard over the receive— or maybe that was me. I felt flooded, with heat and wanting and need. I pressed harder, worked my palm flat against my clit and stroked my fingers inside, imaging how much further Kent’s slender fingers could reach. Imaging his tongue. That pretty cock.

“Kent.” I whimpered, the involuntary clutch of my walls around my fingers my bodies way of telling me it wanted all of that and more.

“Good?” Kent murmured, a faint reply.

“Yes— I... I just keep imaging if it were you.” I don’t need to explain. I can tell by the way his breathing has fallen into faint rhythmic pants that he got my full meaning and he liked it.

“...me too. I want... I want you.” Kent paused, his next words coming out with earnest sweetness, “I’ll wait as long as you need... but I’m ready. I want it. This. With you.”

Whatever I was thinking, whatever I wanted to say fuzzed out around the edges as a prickling sensation spread out from where my fingers were rolling and pressing in tandem. I coaxed my climax out, the peak hanging on the edge for a wonderful few tense moments before it fell. I whimpered, the sound coming out louder than I intended.

I heard Kent swear, or say my name or some combination of the two and then his voice pitched up for just a moment, a gasping moan aching from his throat.

I was hot, messy and completely boneless, laying back on my bed and feeling like I could fall asleep right then and there.

But I owed Kent a picture.

I spread myself open, the puffiness, the redness and slickness hopefully all the evidence he needed to see I had most definitely orgasmed. The moment I opened the chat to send it I received his in turn. His cock lolled back against his stomach, a line of cum connecting to the opaque white puddle settled there. There were drops across his chest and a few splatter across his hand.

My walls clutched hard as I thought what it would feel like to lick him clean.

I sent my own photo, the two of us quiet now, content with just listening to the sound of the other breathing through the phone speaker.

“So. Shower photo shoot next?” I said, unable to hide a nervous giggle.

“Give me just a second to get a towel.”

I had been kidding, but the eagerness in Kent’s voice was enough to make me decide to not correct him.

#mind blind cog #mind blind #kent zarneki x button #kent x button #kent x f!button #mb fanfic #mind blind fanfic #IM SORRY PLEASE DONT READ MY GARBAGE I AM A SLUTTY SLUTTY PERSON #AND MY BUTTON IS VERY THIRSTY I DONT MAKE THE RULES #EXCEPT I DO #i can not believe i am tagging something 'lemon' in this day of our lord 2021 #but ya #lemon

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evenmyzefronposter · 4 years

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OK. I have extremely complicated (and largely negative) feelings about Ginny. As someone who spent a large part of my youth being bullied by girls that, looking back on it, remind me so much of her, she simply rubs me the wrong way. At the same time, though, I have come across so much anti stuff about the character that means the most to me (Snape), that I really hesitate to just bash someone else's favorite character. I know that she really resonates with some people and they feel empowered by her and I think that's cool. Finding a character that means a lot to you is always an amazing feeling. I have bashed her in the past because I was angry and I have no intention of doing that here.

However, today, on the day of her fictional birth, I saw the question posted "what do you like about Ginny and what would you change about her if you could?" And I like that because it gave me the opportunity to change my focus some and really examine the character.

I like that she is strong and brave and bold. I like that she was able to overcome a huge amount of trauma. I like that she doesn't fit into typical feminine stereotypes... she's athletic but still likes cute things sometimes, she dates multiple people in the series and feels no shame for doing so (which she absolutely shouldn't feel shame for but it's the kind of thing that does sometimes get shamed). I like that she's friends with people who aren't cool and popular and that she defends those people against those who would look down on them. She is a very dynamic character who I think really stands out, especially in the later books, despite not being a major character.

If I could change her, though, there's a lot that I'd change. I'd change her fangirling over Harry. It comes across kind of icky to me the way that she pines after him for years then uses other guys to make him jealous. That it works is even worse. I'd change the whole nature of her relationship with him really, either by building it up more naturally or, more likely, by eliminating the romantic nature of it altogether. They don't fit very well together, especially given how anti-bully Harry is in every other respect, and, to me, the whole thing seems incredibly sudden with no real substance. Most of all, I'd change how she bullies others – all the name-calling, the treating her friends badly, the hexing people who annoy her. I think I'd have people call her out for that kind of thing within the narrative of the story instead of praising her for things that aren't really praise-worthy. She defends her friends against bullies, but she also treats them badly herself. I don't think anyone should let that fly.

Honestly, after examining it like this, it's not even Ginny herself that bothers me the most (although she does bother me quite a bit). It's the people around her. Her flaws are largely ignored by the other characters; she's only ever presented in a positive light. Her bullying is seen as a display of power by the rest of the characters and she's rewarded for it. Her temper is seen as admirable, and even though she says nasty things and acts pretty awful, she's never the problem. She's still seen as a feisty, badass girl and it's the other characters' fault for being so mean/annoying to her. Thats why Ginny resonates so much with me, but it's in a negative way.

And I guess that kind of brings me back to Snape. (Doesn't everything always come back to him? That's not just me, right?) If any of the Marauders had called James out on his bullying, he'd likely have stopped, especiallyif they consistently called him on it. If teachers had really punished him instead of protecting him, he wouldn't have felt so entitled (kind of Iike when Ginny got into the Slug Club for hexing someone in the face). If Lily hadn't laughed at James' bullying, if she hadn't taken his side over Severus' after the werewolf incident, Snape may not have been as inclined to snap back at her while he was being assaulted.

Being bullied or mistreated by your peers is bad enough, but when everyone around, teachers and friends alike, see your bullies as funny and witty and charming and cool and "they wouldn't treat you like that if you weren't so weird/ if you didn't try so hard/ if you'd fit in better/ if you were more girly/ if you were less annoying/ if you weren't so quiet" etc etc, it's that much worse. It's victim blaming, period. I see Ginny much the same way that I do the Marauders, albeit to a lesser degree. No one ever stops to think that maybe it's not funny and cute for Ginny to call people names or to hex them when they annoy her or to belittle them when they're concerned about something.

I don't even really know where I'm going with this. Lol I can say that it was interesting to try to appreciate my least favorite character, and it was interesting, if unsurprising, that it all made me think of Severus. I think the reason I don't like her is very closely connected to the reason that I love him so much, and it's odd that I hadn't made that connection before.

It's also kind of funny to think that Harry didn't just marry someone who resembles his mother, he also married someone with the personality of his father.

Aaand I just made it weird.

#harry potter #anti ginny #i guess #pro snape #word vomit

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a-libra-writes · 4 years

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who do you think would prefer an s/o who’s charming, more of a people person, using their words to get what they want vs an s/o who’s more quiet, strategic, and plans and schemes to get what they want? is it a case of opposites attract, or would they want someone to compliment them? 👀

.......so i ended up having a lot of thoughts about this LOL

okay so i think this depends on the s/o’s morals! like you can be scheming to help others instead of hurting them. so let’s go with that bc i dont wanna brainstorm a low ethics/morality s/o (this makes me think of 7KPP, a fantastic visual novel that’s the only decent Court Drama Simulator vn i’ve come across). Also there’s a loooot of characters so imma just list the ones I have Strong Thoughts on and sort them by region oh lord what have you done my dork is showing

Northbois

So while I feel like Robb and Ned would prefer a more outgoing and charming sort of person ... I really can’t help but ship them with someone whose more cunning and can actually play the game of thrones. Like lord someone help these Starks because their intrigue score is 0 and they need someone protecting them from Tywin, Roose and Walder LOL. I can really see both father and son thinking their s/o is this sweet thing and not having a clue of how much scheming they’re actually doing to protect Winterfell... Ned would probs catch on after a while but Robb would just be blinded by love and devotion haha.

Sansa would probs want the first ideally, but as she gets older she’d greatly appreciate someone who has that sort of cunning and uses it for good purposes. Also she’d like a calm and steady personality to rely on.

Jory is a straight up honest guy to a fault, kinda like Ned, so he’d also prefer the first type of person and appreciate them more.

OKAY SO you’d think Roose would go for the second type but HEAR ME OUT. I think he’d go for both equally, or a mix of the two. Listen. I have a strong HC that he would be very attracted to someone who is his opposite in many ways - outgoing, charming, sweet and kind. If that person also happens to be cunning as hell and willing to manipulate anyone - even him - to protect what’s their’s, oof. He’s gone. I think he’d really get off on the idea of having an s/o who everyone is shocked he’s involved with bc “omg they’re sooo nice” and only he really knows their “other side”, so to speak. Realtalk I don’t think he’d go for someone just as morally awful as him bc he’d see them more as a threat than a potential partner.

Ramsay is a little shit that would also be attracted to the first kind of person but honestly needs the second type to keep his ass in line. That’s the sort of person who would figure him out and manipulate him accordingly so he isn’t skinning the goddamn neighbors. Also he wouldn’t give a damn about their morals so go off i guess just dont start any revolts in the north

VERY Northbois

Jon really doesn’t care for schemes, even if he acknowledges they’re useful, and he’d be attracted to someone who knows just what to say and is charismatic bc lord knows he’s struggled w that for a bit. Benjen really loves outgoing, charming and talkative peeps esp when they wiggle their way out of stuff or convince the upper command of the Watch to consider a different plan. He’ll be soooo attracted to that. Edd is kinda meh on both I’d feel? Like he’d prefer a quieter person but not a scheming sort, that’s too troublesome to deal with. I think he could come around to the first one eventually.

Mance super respects the second type, he finds it very attractive actually, especially when they start manipulating him into something and he catches them. Tormund is a dork and prefers outgoing people, totally doesn’t notice when he’s being taken in lol. He rlly hates the second sort of person, sees them as snakes.

Southbois

Edmure would absolutely be drawn to a gregarious and outgoing person! And if they can talk their way into or out of things thank god bc fishboy has a habit of putting his foot in his mouth. I really don’t think it’d work out with a schemer person bc of that Tully honor, and unlike Ned or Robb, Edmure would start to catch on (I don’t buy into the show characterization of Edmure like frack that he’s not an idiot). Brynden has a lot of experience and has seen a lot of BS, so he’d understand the risks and sacrifices his s/o would be making when they’re playing the game, and he’d really wish they wouldn’t!! Like yeah it’s to protect their family and friends but he wishes they didn’t have to do that. He wants to protect them on his own.

Brienne REALLY prefers someone whose honest and can talk their way in and out of things!! Like the Starks she’s very honorable and has no patience for lies and manipulating even if it’s for something good. It’d take a lot for her to trust and be attracted to that kind of person, they’d have to like... be very honest with her about what their plans are and why they’re doing them.

Kingslanding bois

oh lord Stannis okay so INITIALLY he’d be put off by both personalities for diff reasons - outgoing because socializing and diplomacy is something he just sucks at and the second one because holy hell he hates dishonesty and scheming. Now, he can admire a strategic and collected mind, but as soon as dishonorable plots roll in he starts side-eyeing. I think it would take some time for that latter personality to gain his trust, and if this is like... his wife we’re talking about, she’d probs have to scheme behind his back, even if it’s for his own sake. For an outgoing person, he could eventually befriend or fall for them once some common ground is found. He wouldn’t be able to admit how much he admires their people skills haha.

Davos understands that sometimes manipulating and scheming is needed and can be used for good, but personally he prefers a more diplomatic, out in the open approach. So the first type is def his kinda person. He could still befriend the second type as long as they’re not assholes, though.

Tywin would honestly work with both sides of the spectrum and in between, but ultimately, you’d have to understand who you’re dealing with. There’s no honor or high ground being involved with Tywin Lannister, and the s/o should expect to get dragged into his schemes, esp when he trusts them ... and that’s no easy feat. Ultimately it’s less of how you get what you want and more of ... what are you willing to do to get it. Pesky morals and all that.

Tyrion has had enough of his dad’s bullshit that he’d only be romantically involved with the first type, someone who uses sass and flattery like he does. He can still respect and befriend a more cunning person, though. Jaime also prefers the first type, he thinks it’s just because “oh I like outgoing and forward people” and not...”i’ve spent years dealing with lies and schemes from father and cersei”, yanno that old chestnut. Bronn definitely prefers gregarious and cheeky peeps, schemes go over his head and bore him.

Sandor dislikes both sorts of personalities for different reasons ... He’s offput by someone who would be very talkative and outgoing with him (like why are they talking to him wtf), and he also hates scheming and lying and all that, he’s seen too much of it. The first type has a better chance of befriending and getting close to him, the second not so much.

Petyr very much respects and admires both but like ... you know he’d prefer someone that he thinks he can outwit and manipulate, so probably more of the first type of personality because they seem less cunning and more of “just” a people person. Given his obsessive/yandere tendencies he probably wouldn’t notice he was being taken in by someone friendly and kind.

like okay weird thing to think about but just consider this... I really wonder what it’d be like if Robert had an s/o like the first one you mentioned. Not Cersei, certainly not his beloved Lyanna - a third party, a gracious and likeable queen that kinda makes up for his faults and she’s TRYING hard as hell. like idk if they’d ever fall in love but like idk i feel like his depression would be slightly lessened to have a partner that’s very beloved and tries to help him and put him in a good light in his subject’s minds. Am I making sense? She’s not perfect but she wants what’s best for the realm and if she’s gotta do it herself she will. IDK sorry this is a tangent, i think about major change AUs and their political consequences a lot

Heckin south n east bois

Margaery is a Big Gay and you can’t fight me on this, you will lose. She’s super attracted to the first kind of gal bc that’s def how she is herself! So she’d love to play those little word games with them. The second personality type she’d just write off as “eh quiet person” but once she got closer and began to realize their cunning and wittiness she’d def take an interest, esp if she found out about some good things they did. Then it’d be a classic “outgoing babe dating more reserved babe” and yall both would be VERY well-known in court. absolute power couple

Oberyn likes both equally! Especially if your motives are to help others and/or save your friends and family. He loves that kinda loyalty and he really admires someone who has a way with words and schemes in equal measure. Hell he does both himself. He might lean more toward an outgoing person just because that’s how he is too.

idk where to put Beric but he rlly likes the first kind of people!! He’d probs ask you to get supplies or money on the Brotherhood’s behalf, and he actually kinda likes it when he finds himself doing something you wanted cause you asked so nicely or talked him into it ..... Thoros calls him a simp and it’s true ok don’t bully he can’t help it

& lastly Essosssss

So, I think Daenerys would be a lot more drawn to the second kinda person. First of all: Very mysterious, ooh. Secondly, she’d appreciate a cool head that will tell her the truth and is willing to do more unsavory things bc they believe in her so much. Obvs she would need someone with unquestionable loyalty, and once she tests and is reassured of that loyalty, then she could start some kinda romance. She’s def attracted to someone who can get shit done that way.

Jorah is a big opposite in that he’s kinda had to do that unsavory stuff himself and is still ashamed by it, and generally doesn’t trust people like Littlefinger and Varys and Illyrio, etc so he’d prefer someone who is just genuine and talks their way out of things. Also yall know him he can’t resist once he starts liking someone like cmon

Grey Worm is absolutely in the first camp too but for diff reasons! Scheming and all that shit just makes him nervous and he distrusts it, even if it’s for Daenerys’ sake. He just wouldn’t associate with the person ... Someone more outgoing would definitely fluster him more but at least he could feel like he could trust them. Missandei can go either way - she knows the power in both diplomacy and manipulation, and would likely admire and be pulled to someone who uses both to help people.

sorry i got so wordy and a bit repetitive lol both are like, my fav kinda character archtypes, esp for court settings.

#libra says #libra says A LOT OF SHIT LOL oops #yall can send in stuff like this anytime idgaf its interesting #libra headcanons #got x reader #got imagines #game of thrones x reader

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Stitches - Bryce Lahela x MC

Hi everyone! This is my first Choices fic, and I’m pretty happy with it! I’ve posted it over on Ao3, the link is on my blog, user is margotmuses, but apparently links don’t show up in tags :( if you like this it would be super cool if you could go give it some Kudos or a Comment💜💙 feedback means the world to me!

Doesn’t follow canon, but elements of canon. FWB.

Song: I Wanna Be Adored - The Stone Roses

Rating: M

Word Count: 3600

Chapter One: The First Time...?

It was no good having nerves on day one. Day one of thousands. But she couldn’t help it. This was the real test, the real tell of whether or not she would make a good doctor, and it was all she’d ever wanted. It didn’t help that she was running late, either. On day fucking one.

She walked with a sort of half run as she neared the doors to Edenbrook, trying to quell her nerves by counting her steps. It was modern and intimidating, glass windows piling on top of each-other, intercepted by the occasional wooden plank. She had aced college and med school, but actually practising medicine was a little different. She swept through the doors and up to the front desk, where a kind looking woman was waiting with a clipboard.

“Ah! An intern?” She asked. “I’m Dr Ines Delarosa. I’m your resident for the year.” Ines was instantly calming, and suddenly all worries about the upcoming year and about being late were dispelled from the intern’s head.

“What’s your name?”

“Suki. Suki Moore,” she smiled confidently and pulled out a hand to shake Ines’. Ines shook her hand with a warm smile and made a few notes on her clipboard before rounding the desk to enter into the computer. Seconds later she brandished a freshly laminated name tag.

Dr. Suki Moore, it read. Dr. Suki Moore.

Her confidence came rushing back as she clipped the badge to her clothes, even though she’d have to transfer it to her scrubs shortly anyway. Ines then directed her to the staff changing rooms and Suki rushed over with a new spring in her step. Time to ace this internship.

She cradled her cornflour blue scrubs in her arms as she entered the staff changing rooms. They appeared to be empty at first, before Suki rounded the corner and crashed right into a chiseled, honeyed chest.

“Oof!”

“Well hello there,” the voice audibly smirked.

She could smell body lotion and cologne, it was lovely. She unburied her face from the chest and stepped back to look at the man. He was tall, and very, very attractive. His smooth golden skin highlighted the tight abs on his stomach, and muscular chest; his shoulders and arms were broad and strong looking. His hands crossed over his chest as he leaned against the locker next to him. This man definitely took care of himself. Suki scoped her eyes up to his face. And oh. My. God. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever seen a prettier man in her life, and that was no exaggeration. His jaw was defined below an absolutely encapsulating smile, even if it was slightly mocking, white teeth shining against plump peach-golden lips. His deep brown hooded eyes were warm and inviting, humour sparkling in them, and his eyebrows were thick and defined. His hair was brown with natural looking blonde highlights, swooped back and to the side floppily. And he had a strong, straight nose. But there was a rugged edge to his good looks. Something familiar about the wolfish grin he bore struck something in Suki. Probably because he’ll be just like every other asshole who came here from an Ivy League.

She quickly averted her gaze, she may have been looking a little too long. There was an absolutely furious blush on her cheeks.

“You know, you’re going to have to get used to seeing naked people if you’re going to be a doctor.”

She tried to conjure up a good comeback, without having to look at him, but she could only stutter out a scoff. Suki was confident, but easily flustered. Finally, she came out with something.

“I’ve seen plenty of naked people, thank you. That doesn’t mean I want to bowl face first into your…chest.” She had to stop herself from focusing on how his chest had felt, the smooth warmth and the enveloping scent. Now is not the time for you to be thirsty, she told herself.

He chuckled, seeming pleased that he’d rattled her. Yeah. Typical Ivy League medical intern jerk.

“I think you’re an odd one out,” he smirked, clearly used to the attention.

Suki tried to avert her gaze from him as she began to change out of her own clothes into her scrubs. It was clear the guy was struggling to not look too, as he slipped his scrub top over his chiseled chest. She’d just have to get on with it. Now was not the time to be shy. She was late already, and she would be changing in front of these people for years to come anyway. With a clearing of her throat, Suki quickly pulled up her Henley and replaced it with her scrub top. Just as the guy was looking like he was about to leave, face trained on anything but Suki, the door fluttered open. A pretty but serious looking woman stood at the threshold.

“Scalpel jockey, you’re late!” She called into the changing room. “Hi,” she gave a quick smile to Suki before trying to usher them out of the room.

“Coming, Jackie,” the guy shot Suki a wink as he left the room.

“Come on!” Jackie encouraged Suki, with motherly strictness, as the guy strode past her and out of the room. Suki rushed her joggers off and her scrub trousers on, clipped her name tag to the pocket and hurried after Jackie out the door.

“We’re lucky,” Jackie muttered as they neared the lump of interns standing in the main foyer of the hospital. She obviously wasn’t copping for introductions just yet, so Suki kept her mouth shut as they joined the group on the right side. Next to them, was the guy from the changing room. He smiled at Suki once more, confident and flirty. She nodded in return.

Ines was stood at the head of the group, and started her speech to welcome everyone to Edenbrook.

After a few lines from Ines, a glamorous, attractive woman strode up to the spot in front of everyone. Ines nodded to her.

“Everyone, this is Chief Harper Emery.”

The group quivered with quiet mutters and some awkward shuffling. She must be a big deal. Chief Harper Emery went through a gruelling speech about the upcoming year as an intern, challenges they’d need to face, instincts they’d need to follow, and standards they would have to meet.

After the long (and kind of terrifying) talk from Chief Emery, she left for Ines to partner off interns to work on their first case together. There was a little reprieve where Ines shuffled through the papers, a harsh looking man glancing over her shoulder.

Suki turned her attention to the interns around her. God. She’d known how many there would be, but seeing them all in a group like this was so intimidating. She wondered if she’d even get the chance to befriend anyone. Maybe Jackie would be a good friend when there wasn’t a time limit. She looked to her right at Jackie, who was chatting to a guy in a wheelchair in front of her. She wasn’t the type to butt in halfway through a conversation.

Reluctantly, Suki turned to look to her left. Her delicate features scrunched up in uncertainty as her eyes raked over the sculpted man. There was definitely something about him that was giving her déjà vu. She tried to get a glimpse at his name tag, but it was just at the angle where sun was reflecting off it, and moving her head too much might be cause for suspicion.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” She breached the air around them.

“You mean, aside from like five minutes ago?” He turned to her and gave a megawatt smile, one she was sure charmed all the ladies and gents and everyone else he came across. “I don’t know, do you?” He shot her another wink, before Ines was calling for everyone to quiet down so she could assign partnerships. Sigh.

The surgical residents were beckoned over to one side, and the familiar man left her side with a farewell grin.

“Don’t go bumping into too many chests, I might get jealous,” he muttered in a deep voice before leaving. She wished she could have come up with a witty response, but alas, he was gone.

Ines started to read down her list, before;

“Moore and Emery.”

Emery?? As in, Chief Harper Emery??

“Uhh,” Jackie hesitated beside Suki, looking a little worried for her. There were mutters throughout the group of interns as Suki gave Jackie what she thought was a reassuring smile, and made her way to Ines. Then, a stunning, organised woman stepped up. She looked a little angry.

“Aurora Emery,” she introduced herself. Suki breathed a sigh of relief.

“Hi!” She smiled, and introduced herself to Aurora.

—-

The day went by, Suki and Aurora talking to patients and treating them. Aurora turned out to be Harper’s niece, but she seemed like she didn’t like to talk about it. She was pretty focused and serious, but Suki could tell that was her mask of professionalism, and that underneath she was just a normal girl, frustratingly overshadowed by her successful aunt. Her work ethic was fantastic, and she was smart, and Suki tried extremely hard not to feel intimidated. Luckily, they were able to work together well to come to conclusions and treat their patients. At one point Aurora was called to her Aunt’s office for a little while, but it wasn’t too long and soon enough she was back to working smoothly with Suki.

Then, Suki caught Jackie in the corridor at one point.

“Hey, Suki Moore,” Jackie grinned down at her name tag.

“Hi, sorry I didn’t introduce myself earlier but…timing and all.” She laughed comfortably. Jackie smiled.

“I got it. Hey, some of us are heading down to a bar called Donahue’s after our shifts, celebrate day one kind of thing, want in?”

“Yes! I’ll definitely need a drink.”

“Tell me about it. Meet us in the lobby and we can all head down together.”

—-

The end of Suki’s shift came soon enough and she was heading to the changing room to slip out of her scrubs. She’d packed a nicer outfit in her bag in case of something like this, so she changed into the skirt and bodysuit. They might be interns now, but they were still med students at heart, after all. The changing room was empty, and Suki thought back to her awkward encounter that morning. She was going to spend the next however many years seeing bare chests, so why had this one flustered her so? She supposed she had bowled right into it, which was, quite embarrassing. Especially when she’d never met the man before. She sighed and left for the lobby.

There was a group of tired looking interns gathered around the seats in the lobby. Jackie was there, along with the boy in the wheelchair she’d been chatting to that morning, Aurora, a sweet girl with a plait, and a thin, blonde boy. She was grateful at the absence of chest-boy, but she remembered he’d gone with the surgical interns, so he probably wasn’t known to this group. Aside from Jackie somehow, that was. Still, she was grateful not to be further embarrassed.

“Hey! Everyone, this is Suki,” Jackie smiled as Suki walked towards the group. They all greeted her and introduced themselves, the boy in the wheelchair was Elijah, the sweet girl Sienna, and the blonde boy Landry. They all chatted as they made their way to the bar, which wasn’t far at all. They talked about their first days, and bonded over patients. Sienna had been partnered with Elijah, and Jackie with Landry, which she hadn’t seemed to happy about. He was probably too weaselly for her.

Once they’d reached Donahue’s, Landry grabbed them all a table, a booth in the centre, and Jackie went to get rounds.

“Tequila!” Jackie sang as she came back to the table.

“Oh, no…” Sienna said.

“Give me that.” Suki grabbed a shot. She clinked it with Jackie’s and they downed their shots. Suki’s face scrunched up at the strong taste, meanwhile Jackie was deadpan. They continued chatting for a while, each of them taking turns to get each round, some opting for safer options than others, such as beers. Only a short amount of time in, Suki already felt comfortable, like she knew these guys were going to be her closest friends through her time at Edenbrook, and even after that. She also basked in the warm glow of the alcohol coursing through her, forgetting all her worries.

She felt her throat jump as she saw him waltz in. Oh god, time to be further embarrassed. The boy didn’t even have to acknowledge her at all for her to feel utterly mortified, but something told her he would anyway. He walked in confidently, laughing attractively with a group of friends. Other surgical interns, probably. He looked good in more casual clothes, wearing a patterned button-up and black jeans. Not as good as he’d looked un-clothed, though. She watched for as long as she could, before he was too close and she had to avert her gaze for fear of being caught.

Much to Suki’s chagrin, about five minutes later he was swaggering up to their table.

“Ah! It’s the odd one out!” He grinned as he placed down the tray of shots. “Thought you guys might need these.”

“Thanks,” Suki stuttered and threw a shot back immediately.

“Woah, girl. Take it easy,” Elijah chuckled. The boy eyed her up with an impressed look on his face.

“You two know each other?” Sienna asked.

Suki could feel her face growing red, and she was praying the nameless boy would explain, even if he did say something embarrassing.

“Yeah, she was admiring my bare chest this morning,” he winked.

“What!?” Landry spat out his drink, the insinuation a little much for him.

“Not like that!” Suki scrambled. “It was just in the changing room… I didn’t see him…”

“Ahaha!” Jackie cackled, “That’s what was going on when I saw you two this morning! I thought you looked a little flustered.”

Suki looked at the boy, taking in his features once more. Who are you? She couldn’t outright ask his name, that was far too clunky, but she had to find out somehow. She highly doubted ‘Scalpel Jockey’ was his actual name. Thankfully, Jackie jumped to her rescue.

“This is Elijah, Aurora, Sienna, and Landry. And you’ve already met Suki,” she snorted, turning to the group at the table, “Me and Bryce met this morning on our walk into Edenbrook.”

Bryce. Bryce. Hmm. Not an uncommon name, but it wasn’t Chris or Alex or anything. She’d definitely known some Bryce’s in her time. Bryce smiled at the mention of Suki’s name.

“Yes, I know Suki,” he smirked. But the way he said it seemed to hold more than just their meeting that morning. Did he know? Had they met before, and he wasn’t telling her? Her name flowed off his tongue like it was familiar. Ugh. Suki had spent so much of the last ten or so years studying hard and meeting so, so many people, that placing his face was just, difficult.

“Well, anyway, I should get back to the other surgical interns, you guys enjoy your shots. And your night.”

“Yeah, see you man!” Elijah grinned, as Bryce stepped back to his former group.

“So uh, what’s the deal with him?” Suki asked Jackie in her best attempt at sly.

“Bryce? No clue, like I said, I only met him this morning. He’s quite full of himself, nothing unexpected from a surgical intern.”

“Hm, okay.”

—-

After a couple of hours filled with drinks and shots, Suki was laughing and dancing with all her new friends without a care in the world.

“I’m gonna pick a song on the jukebox!” Suki grinned to her friends, before making her way over to the old jukebox in the corner of the bar.

She scanned down the list of songs, coins at the ready.

“Pick something good,” the voice came from behind her neck, hot and making the hairs stand on end. Suki turned to look at the culprit, already knowing who it was.

“‘Good’ is very subjective.” There was an odd twinge to her voice which only came out when she was drunk. He laughed, his own honey skin showing a sheen of sweat over his forehead.

“This,” he pointed at a Beatles song, “overrated. But this,” his finger slipped down to a Stone Roses song, “much better.”

“Noted.” She bit her lip as she weighed up her options. He watched fondly at her focus. Eventually she picked the same song Bryce had pointed out.

“Do you?” He asked as she turned to him.

“Do I what?”

“‘Wanna Be Adored’?”

“Doesn’t everyone?”

He flashed that wolfish grin again. “You don’t need to want it if you’ve already got it.”

He was cocky as shit, sure, but it was utterly captivating. He was ever so slightly blurred by her alcohol intake, but his deep eyes bore into hers as they had briefly that morning. Something about starting her internship reminded Suki of being a freshman at college, inhibitions low and desire high.

If he’d been a standard guy, him but without all the mystery and mortification, in all his beauty and flirtatiousness, she would have no doubt taken him home. They would’ve been out of there faster than ever; but there was hesitancy, stemming from the niggling at the back of her mind over who this guy was.

“I think you’re confusing adoration with something else.”

“Admiration?”

She chuckled. “You certainly have the whole cocky jockey thing, huh?”

“It’s Scalpel Jockey, actually.”

“Duh, so you’re a surgeon?”

“I’m going to be the best surgeon Edenbrook has even seen.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it. Bryce, right?”

“That’s me. And you’re Suki.”

She squinted at him and bit her lip again. “Do you have siblings or something? Or, have you ever been to Santa Fe?”

“That where you’re from?” He asked, raising his eyebrows and very definitely avoiding her questions. She let it slide: after all, if he was going to play that way, so was she. She was too buzzed anyway to push.

“Yeah, lived there for a bit before college. Where are you from?” Okay, maybe not to push a little.

“Your dreams,” he winked. Damn this boy was full on. She found it amusing, though, and she wasn’t exactly avoiding his flirtations. “You wanna dance?”

“Alright, then.”

She noticed as they walked the short distance to the space where people were dancing, (it wasn’t exactly a dance floor) her friends were watching her and Bryce and whispering amongst themselves. Sienna shot her a wink.

Bryce grabbed Suki’s hand from behind and spun her round to face him, his face more serious but still with a playful air. She tried to suppress the gasp which unconsciously came at the sudden movement, but Bryce noticed the surprise in her eyes anyway.

Her stomach fluttered as he pulled her body to press flush against his, in much of an echo of their position that morning. This time, however, his hand held hers down to the side while his other warmed the small of her back, and she leaned up to rest her free arm against his shoulder. Intimacy with a practical stranger wasn’t unknown to her, but it still sent jolts of scandal through her, especially with the way he was looking at her in that moment. And something about it being him in particular.

“You getting déjà vu right now or is it just me?” He joked.

Man, I’ve been getting déjà vu all day.

“Yeah, thanks for reminding me.” Her cheeks were hot from the memory of her embarrassing morning.

“You made my morning, the look on your face…” he trailed off into a laugh.

“I wasn’t exactly expecting the first intern I met to be a shirtless guy walking into me.”

“Hey! You walked into me,” he laughed, and rubbed his thumb up and down a little on her back. The movement sent electricity up Suki’s spine, so subtle, yet so intimate. They bobbed side to side in time with the song, very close to grinding on one another. Since it wasn’t exactly a slow song, but it wasn’t hugely upbeat either, their dance was chilled, with occasional comic moves.

Bryce’s hand was warm, and large, and the palm slightly rough. Suki thought about how he was going to be using this very hand in surgery, its precision and stillness aiding his art. Hell, it was art. She moved her own hand so that her fingers slowly threaded in-between his, watching as he gently reciprocated. The sensation crackled like an open wire exposed to a puddle, pulsating all the way through her arm. Sneaking a look at his face, Suki watched as Bryce’s smile widened, and his eyes sparkled.

Dancing with Bryce felt right, and freeing, and exciting. But all too soon it was over. The bar was closing, and Suki’s first day as an intern at Edenbrook was reaching its end.

“That’s our cue,” she cleared her throat as she reluctantly stepped away from Bryce.

“I guess it is. You uh, alright getting home?”

Suki looked behind her, where her friends were collecting their belongings from the table.

“Yeah, thanks. I’ll see you ‘round.”

His eyes scrunched up in the corners as he smiled.

“Yeah, see you Santa Fe.”

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itsclydebitches · 4 years

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Never seen the musical Hamilton (big fan of Daveed Diggs though), but I saw someone go off on how terrible he was. How the musical glories a slave owner and all that. How should we go about telling stories of our history The musical is mostly POC and seeks to retell this story for a modern audience. Is that right? Should we glorify our founding fathers who were kind of shitty people. Or do we support this reinterpretation by the very minorities who weren't even considered human back then?

People tend to use the term “glorify” and the similar “romanticize” without understanding what those words mean. They’re used as catch-all terms for “Thing I don’t like” because it’s understood that (like “problematic”) they’re hot-button words that immediately make people wary. That’s the point. If you say, “Hamilton romanticizes slave owners” that sounds so damning that most people will accept the argument at face value. Those three words do the work for you because if a story is romanticizing/glorifying a Bad Thing or the story is just all around problematic... I don’t want to be the one to defend that. Those terms are useful for shutting down conversations before they’ve even begun.

Thing is though, Hamilton doesn’t romanticize the founding fathers. To romanticize/glorify something is to present it as unjustifiably good, to idealize it unrealistically and work to make it more appealing than it actually is. That doesn’t happen in Hamilton. Putting aside the work Lin did reclaiming that history and retelling it for a cast made up almost entirely of people of color, the story itself acknowledges all the flaws these men had, including the horrors of slavery. Though not the centerpiece of the show, it’s far from ignored. Laurens is working to end slavery. There’s a refrain about “Are we free?” as it applies to the war and the answer is continually “No” because others are still enslaved. Jefferson’s perception that he “can’t believe that we’re free” is looked down upon. He’s explicitly called out by Hamilton in the cabinet battles, reminding the audience that most of his holier than thou attitude stems from the boost slavery gave him:

A civics lesson from a slaver, hey neighbor Your debts are paid 'cause you don't pay for labor “We plant seeds in the South. We create.” Yeah, keep ranting We know who's really doing the planting

That’s in no way romanticizing! Despite how staggeringly negative this is, some people seem to want a heavy-handed disclaimer. Like Lin should pause halfway through the show, speak directly to the audience, and go, “Hey, everyone. I just wanted to take a moment and remind you that slavery is, in fact, very bad. I know the show has been sending that message from the get-go and that we’re a cast of those most impacted by that legacy, but just in case it wasn’t clear: none of us support that the founding fathers did this.”

The founding fathers were absolutely shitty people. You know what’s beautiful about Hamilton? It shows them being shitty people. I could give you a laundry list of times in the show where they’re depicted as both flawed and truly horrible. Again, not glorifying. The viewers may choose to glorify them in fic/art/conversations/etc. despite all the work Lin did, but that’s not the fault of the show. It’s likewise not his fault if people are unable to tell the difference between romanticizing and acknowledging accuracy. Meaning, real life isn’t like a cartoon. The bad guys we see around us - like the founding fathers - are not going to be mustache-twirling horrors with no redeeming qualities because we find that simplicity comforting. Evil people are charismatic. They’re intelligent. Witty, humorous, kind to so many others provide they’re the “right” kind of person... Writing Thomas Jefferson as the kind of guy you might want to be friends with isn’t romanticizing, it’s accurate. And it’s really important to acknowledge that. Racists aren’t villains hiding out in some super evil lair just waiting to commit hate crimes. They’re the friend you grew up with and love to death... who is also now going to Trump rallies. It’s your brother who is great to you but talks shit at the dinner table every night. It’s your upstanding boss, pillar of the community, beloved by all... who is using that power to get away with heinous things. It’s important to acknowledge - and teach - that this is what racism looks like and it’s something Hamilton does beautifully. Part of the point is to create that discomfort. The feeling of, “Wow! I love Jefferson in this. He’s so cool, charming, funny and - oh fuck yeah he’s got slaves, shit.” Because that’s what real life is like. The racists aren’t going to come out on stage spewing their rhetoric so you understand precisely how horrible they are from the get-go and never, ever have to acknowledge that there are parts of their personality you really like. They’re the Thomas Jeffersons of the world: charming you in the morning and raping his slave at night.

To acknowledge that isn’t glorifying him. Hamilton the story is explicitly anti-slavery while likewise acknowledging that the founding fathers were complex human beings who, yes, achieved some great things even while they did other, truly horrific things. To deny that is to teach that racists aren’t anything like that person in your life who also did this great thing... even though they are. Hamilton didn’t shy away from that and it’s a story that expects a certain level of critical thinking from its audience. Frankly a pretty low bar of, “We’re a group of minorities forcibly taking this narrative for ourselves and using it to comment on these issues... that is in no way the same thing as glorifying those issues.” It’s basically fanfiction with Lin (the fan) taking an incredibly offensive canon (history) and going, “I’m going to reclaim this as best I can without, you know, totally erasing what I was given.” It’s also like fanfiction in that it is fiction. Hamilton takes a great many liberties with history because that’s what art does. It’s not a textbook. To claim that anyone who enjoys the Hamilton version of Thomas Jefferson is a bad person is like saying you’re a bad person for liking Darth Vader, or Hannibal, or any other bad guy given a sympathetic twist. The acknowledgement, “Just because I like this horrible person in a story doesn’t mean I agree with them...” applies to Hamilton too. We’re not discussing the historical figure here. We’re discussing a semi-fictional amalgamation Lin created for a broadway show.

Is Hamilton perfect? Of course not. No story ever is and if we tear all two hours and forty minutes of it apart we’ll undoubtedly find something objectively “problematic” because that’s just how creating art works. But overall I think the show did an excellent job of getting its - complicated - messages across. Those who are #cancelhamilton aren’t paying attention to what Hamilton is: a reclaiming of white supremacy, a commentary on the malleability of narratives (that is, what narrative does America normally spout about how great this country is?), and an acknowledgement of the complicated face of racism - among other things. Again, if people are reducing that to “You made me like a slave owner character therefore you’re romanticizing him” that’s not the fault of the text.

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Hello luv. I just came across your blog and I was wondering if you could do a one shot or headcannon for crocodile? Maybe something along the lines of someone kidnapping his wife or something. Feel free to make it as angsty as you want. Thank you and have a great day.

Ahhhh I actually had to do a double-take at who sent this because guess what? I’m actually a fan of yours lmao. Not too long ago I read your All Might Omegaverse story on ao3 and it was soooo good omg. Anyway, you asked for angst? I hope I delivered! I did a one-shot but it was on the shorter side so I also did bonus headcanons! Hope you enjoy it Lovely and stay safe out there!

Sir Crocodile x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Angst, so much angst, mentions of violence and injuries, I made the ending neutral meaning it can be bad or good depending on how you feel :’) The bonus headcanons may help ease any heartache

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Crocodile stares down at the piece of paper with that everlasting scowl on his face. The words on it fill him with rage but his eyes remain emotionless. The question now, is how should he go about this? Slowly, his hands twitch alongside the piece of paper before his eyes flicker up to Nico Robin.

“Well… What are your thoughts on this sudden problem, Miss All Sunday?” He questions.

Robin merely smiles at his tone. He is angry, very angry, and she for one knows better to keep any information on this subject to him. She speaks in a calculating tone, “Whoever sent this has been tracking you for a long time if they know you are in Alabasta. However, they do know that you are respected across the country but did not know of your ties to Baroque Works. That can only mean that they know you from your past if they followed your name here. They must have known her too if they were able to capture her so easily-“

“Do watch your choice of words when speaking about my wife. (Name), could not have been captured easily even if she did know her kidnapper. She would have put up a fight,” Crocodile growls out momentarily losing his cool.

Robin only hums before she continues. “It says a time, a date, and a number. There is no location. They may be sending another note soon then. I expect that to be when they wish to meet with you and money. Mr. 0 I advise you to be careful. If they are from the past and still holding a grudge who knows what has happened to her. You even went the whole mile to make sure she was a safe distance. Their anger probably holds no bounds so prepare for the wor-“

“You are dismissed,” Crocodile cuts her off.

He can’t even bear the thought of her saying prepare for the worst. Robin leaves immediately and he is stuck in his dark office observing the stupid paper that holds his precious wife’s fate. Your fate.

Crocodile will not admit it with his organization- But you are truly his whole heart. You are one of the reasons why he has not completely fallen and why he has made sure you were so far away from him, actually at a home where you can be happy and hopefully soon be a mother with his kids, and not on the run with a Warlord like him. He thought you would be safe without the target on his back from the enemies he has made over the years but this proves not to be true and now he realizes that your true place is really by his side where he can protect you in a moment’s notice.

He will be damned if anything happens to you.

~*~

You do not know how much longer you can hold out for. It feels like it has been years since this group of pathetic pirates seeking revenge took you from your home and lit your home on fire. All because they wanted to see Crocodile in pain. The note they sent with your handwriting on it as proof they have you was a lie.

They made you write the time, date, and a money amount after making you write how you have been kidnapped by these people. How they are just looking for money Crocodile owes them for once taking out their entire ship and ruining their dreams. It truly was pathetic because they plan on having you half-dead by the time the date is supposed to be here.

You have a feeling it is soon from how weak you are. They have starved you, dehydrated you, watched you bleed, painted your skin black and blue, all for the sake of seeing Crocodile upset. You have been married to the man since he was a rookie, so you know they are doing this in vain.

He will never give them emotion even if he is painfully feeling it. They will see the satisfaction of him being hurt but with your observant eyes and knowing his true self you will see it painfully clear.

“Oi, have a little bit more fun with her will ya? I’m going to send the location- Be prepared to move her when I get back,” The boss of the whole kidnapping states.

One of the burlier men started to make his way back to you and you wish desperately that you can beg or plea with them but… It did not work the first time and it only made the men angrier. His large hand comes across your face and the numbing you had felt a bit ago is gone. The pain is so much from the previous beating that you can’t help but to cry out.

They enjoy that and as the boss leaves- You fear that your time may be running out.

~*~

Crocodile sighs as he finally gets to the location- Some abandoned building in Alabasta, near Rainbase. Your kidnappers really did want to get him that they hid right under his nose. He does not knock. He uses his Devil Fruit powers to enter the building and reform himself. Immediately, shots are fired but as always, they do not faze him.

“Still same tough boy, aren’t you?” The leader questions with a laugh.

With a bored expression, Crocodile glances around the room only for his eyes to fall on your unmoving form. It looks like you are barely breathing. The blood tainting your skill is enough to put him in a murderous rage, but he holds off.

The men standing idly are waiting for his expression to change but when it remains the same, they begin to sweat out of slight anxiety.

“In the note, it said she would be fine, but it appears she is dying. Not that it bothers me, if she truly let herself get kidnapped by you lot then her life was not worth much anyway. I will be disposing of the lot of you for wasting my time. In your next life make sure whatever you have hostage actually has meaning,” Crocodile states in monotone.

There is no mercy as he has the floor made of sand beneath them open and up and swallow them. This truly was a waste of time for him and his anger grows as he makes his way over to your form. Your eyes are trying to stay open and he kneels down beside you to pull you onto his lap.

You recognize the anger in his eyes but ignore it as you give him a weak smile. Your hand comes up to cup his face and he immediately leans into it, the warmth for you, showing in his eyes now that he can let his guard down.

“I am pathetic, aren’t I? Getting kidnapped by these idiots. I am sorry to make you worry so much,” You say in between wheezes.

Crocodile adjusts him and you so he can help you sit up and hopefully breathe better. If you are wheezing in a pile of your own blood- It just is not a good sign at all. He can see how fatigued you are, and he hates it for not finding you sooner.

“You aren’t pathetic. These lowly scumbags were. I commend you for staying alive for what they did to you and when you recover, I will lavish you with the attention you deserve. I will never let you out of my sight again,” He promises.

Your hand has trouble sliding up his face to mess up his gelled back hair, but you did it with struggle. You mumble, “Dear, I believe you me if, not when. I am not feeling too hot right now.”

“Really? I think you look divine as always. Enough talk. Save your strength. I will have my associate, Miss All Sunday help us go to a private clinic so they can work on you,” Crocodile states.

In his mind, there is no possibility of you dying so you no longer try to tell him how you are slowly fading away. Nico Robin as she enters the room, for once, does not have the heart to say anything witty as she sees an innocent woman slowly perishing all while her husband is denial. If luck is on their side, you will survive but- When has a man who lost his hand and with ever-growing arrogance ever have luck?

For your sake, Robin is hoping that you are his good luck charm.

Bonus Headcanons:

Okay so yeah, much like in the one-shot if Crocodile had a wife who was kidnapped- He would be boiling with anger

He would look all calm at first but the moment he saw the damage he would murder everyone on sight for daring to hurt his precious person

He would be more caring if he wasn’t y’know trying to take over Alabasta for the weapon but since he is in this one-shot that is why he tries so hard to pretend he does not care

He totally would go ballistic

He is possessive and he hates the idea of someone else touching his wife

For the sake of the one-shot, I had his wife away but as I said in the prior point he is possessive so he would definitely have eyes on his wife all the time- She is one of his only weaknesses so he would protect her at all costs

Here is a fluff idea! He would love just giving his wife items of luxury- It just makes him happy knowing he can provide for her even if he is doing it with blood money since he is a bad guy

He would also remember every important date that has to do with him and his wife so he can lavish her on said dates

#my writing #crocodile x reader #sir crocodile #one piece x reader #one piece #fanfiction #one shot #headcanons #one piece fanfiction #one piece oneshot #one piece headcanons #angst #female reader #one piece crocodile

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ghostnebula · 4 years

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okay self indulgent ask about waterpolo bc i played it and it doesn't even have to be about waterpolo specifically i just desperately need hc's about richie being a waterpolo player and eddie being a swimmer and they hate each other for stupid unknown reasons until they're showering off in the lockerrooms one day uwu

90% of what “goes down” is that Eddie actually sees Richie naked for the first time, because he stayed later than usual (swim practice ends before water polo) to get some extra laps in, even though the rest of the team has already gone home. And Richie’s one of the stragglers from the water polo team, like always, so he’s pretty much just getting into the shower as all his teammates are packing up and filing out.

Eddie’s a huge slut anyway, and he owns it, because this is college and he’s finally free from his shithole hometown and his mother’s influence, which means he has had the sexual awakening of the century, and fully embraced the fact that he is gayer than a rainbow. So he knows what the fuck he is talking about when he says Richie Tozier is hung. Like, he knew it was big, but seriously, what the fuck? And how the fuck is that fair? That guy is annoying as shit. How come the guy who makes Eddie want to rip his own hair out gets to have such a nice dick? It’s not like Eddie’s ever going to want to fuck him.

(Oh wait, shit, don’t think about fucking him)

And maybe he shouldn’t have looked, but you know what? Curiosity may have killed the cat, but satisfaction-- (no!)

The other 10% of what goes down is that by the time Eddie’s laid out his toiletries all neatly and pulled his stupid little shower shoes on, it’s just the two of them in the locker room, and Trashmouth hasn’t said anything to him yet but he always does, doesn’t he? He’s always got some jibe or remark or witty (shitty) nickname and he keeps calling Eddie “Wheezy” ever since he had a panic attack during practice that one time and he’s always so fucking smug, and he’s stupidly pretty for being such a dorky-looking creature, and Eddie wishes he would fuck him-- what, no--

No, Trashmouth isn’t teasing him or calling his ass juicy or anything else that makes Eddie burn with lust hatred. He’s just singing Africa to himself because he’s a fucking dork, after all, and not someone all cool and suave like he pretends to be, and then Africa is sounding strangely close, and Eddie looks up from scrubbing himself down with lavender soap to find Richie’s moved to a showerhead much closer to him, and while Eddie stares he winks.

Eddie goes back to scrubbing himself faster, because he does not want to get roped into a conversation with this fucking guy, no thank you, not Stupidly Hot Trashmouth Tozier and his... his fucking horse cock, no way. Except then there are hands on his shoulders and he’s being crowded against the wall, and, holy fuck, is Richie actually hard against him? Is that what’s pressing up against his back? (What the fuck else could it be?) “You stick around just to spend some quality time with me?” Richie asks, right in his ear, as his hands slips from Eddie’s shoulders and trail down his sides to settle on his hips.

“No,” Eddie says, then, “Get the fuck off me,” in a much quieter voice, with little, if any, conviction.

Eddie can hear the fake little pout as Richie says, “Aw, you don’t want that, pretty baby.” A shudder rips through Eddie at the nickname, but, no, that must just be the cold from the tiles he’s pressed bodily against, the very same thing that’s making his nipples harden (there’s no excuse for his dick; he’s going to try to ignore that). “You know, I heard a sweet little rumour about you. You think I can hitch a ride?”

“Fuck you,” Eddie says, because the alternative is a desperate, whiny yes, as Richie leans back enough to slot his dick right against Eddie’s ass and thrust forward a couple times, slow, just to make an already very clear point that much clearer.

“I’m trying, baby doll.” Richie grabs the hand that Eddie’s trying to use to make a show out of the pretense of pushing him away, and slams it into the tiles above his head. He takes hold of the other for good measure and holds them both there in one hand while he uses the other to hold Eddie’s hips in place and rock against him. “But you gotta cooperate.”

Eddie whines, mostly because he doesn’t know what the fuck else to do. He hates this guy’s guts. Doesn’t he? He’s goofy and annoying and hot and funny and a slut (but that’s hypocritical) and he has no respect for personal space or boundaries, and he’s rude when he isn’t being annoying, and maybe Eddie saw him feeding some of the stray cats on campus a few times, but that’s unsanitary, honestly, and not at all charming, and there are so many rumours flying around about the Manwhore Trashmouth he doesn’t even know what to believe (except the ones about his dick -- those are definitely true). But he’s a shitty, annoying person, and that alone should cancel out anything else, so no, Eddie is not fucking attracted to him and no, he doesn’t want to fuck him.

Richie kisses the back of his neck, lingering for a moment before peppering more kisses all across his shoulders, which are bent up at an awkward angle as Richie pins his arms above his head. Then his teeth are digging into his skin and Eddie makes a noise halfway to a scream, jerking against the wall so hard he’s sure there will be bruises all down his front tomorrow. “That’s good, kitten. That’s good. Just let me take care of you.”

Eddie abandons all pretenses and reminds him, a little dazed, “But we need--”

“Lube?” Richie twists away from him for a moment, leans down and lets go of his wrists (but Eddie keeps them there, and he’ll tell himself it’s because he just forgot in the moment) and then he’s tapping Eddie’s side with a plastic bottle. “I brought mine over. I come prepared.” And then he laughs to himself a little and Eddie’s fucking dumbfounded, because he cannot believe this is happening right now. He can’t believe he’s about to fuck the guy he has refused to be attracted to for the duration of his college career, right here in the dirty fucking locker room showers, and he’s just... letting it happen.

He should, at the very least, tell Richie they need a condom, too, if he’s going to just let this virtual stranger fuck him like this, but he just... doesn’t. There’s nothing about not using a condom that’s appealing to him. Nothing at all. It must just slip his mind.

Richie pushes Eddie out from under the spray of water, dragging him along the wall, and once he’s rubbed some lube on his fingers he grabs Eddie’s wrists again to keep him in place as he fingers him, and frankly it’s just fucking ridiculous that his fingers are big, too, and Eddie hates that he’s so attracted to this asshole, and that he wants this so fucking bad he thinks he would actually die if Richie were to stop right now. Richie tells him how good he is in the same breath he calls him a slut and a bitch, and then calls him his “pretty baby” while telling him he shouldn’t be so tight for someone who supposedly spreads his legs to anyone looking for a hole to fuck. He bites all over his throat and sucks hickeys anywhere he can reach, while he digs his fingers right into his prostate until Eddie’s trying to rip his hands from Richie’s grip, and then keeps going until there are tears streaming down his face, and his cock is so hard where it’s trapped between Eddie’s stomach and the wall that it hurts. He thinks he might be close to coming when Richie finally slips his fingers out of him and then, because he’s a fucking asshole, he smears what’s left of the lube across Eddie’s cheek.

“Oh, shut the fuck up. We’re in a shower, you can wash it off after,” he snaps when Eddie starts spitting expletives at him. “You’re being fucking ungrateful, kitten. Maybe I should just leave you here to finish this up on your own.”

Eddie shuts up real fast, and Richie’s laughing at him, low and cruel, as he trembles where he stands. The feeling of the laughter rattles through him where they’re pressed together, back to chest, and Eddie’s pretty sure Richie pinning him against the wall is the only reason he’s still upright, because his legs have gone weak and he’s lightheaded. But he has to move, and when Eddie starts slipping down the wall as he shifts back, Richie just laughs louder, catching him around the waist and pausing to lick from the base of his throat to his jaw when Eddie tumbles back into him. “You losing touch there, or what?”

Eddie murmurs something that he hopes to be an affirmative, because he’s maybe a little numb everywhere and maybe a little dizzy and all he wants right now is for Richie to just fucking rail him. He wants to forget his own name. He wants Richie to add to the bite marks and hickeys already littering his neck and his shoulders. He wants him to come inside him and just leave it there. Another wave of dizziness overcomes him. “Please...” is all he manages, and then he’s being shoved face-first into the wall again, Richie still holding him up around the waist, and the head of his cock is pressing to his hole and he’s saying, “please” again, while Richie tells him in a voice warm with mirth, “Don’t you worry, kitten, I’m gonna give you exactly what you want.”

#itskitschyrichie #ask #reddie #minors dni #inappropriate #cw dub con #water polo au

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aquvmarines · 4 years

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[ MASON GOODING, CIS MALE, HE/HIM ] shh ! CAMERON “MACK” MCKINLEY, the TWENTY year old SECOND year BUSINESS major from EDINBURGH, SCOTLAND, is known as an AQUAMARINE around here. HE was invited to join because HE IS BEST FRIENDS WITH HIS OPAL, and now, they’re here to stay. HE reminds me of THE SMELL OF FRESH BAKED COOKIES, WARM HUGS, LAUGHING UNTIL YOUR STOMACH HURTS.

ok so i THINK i have all of the necessary info in here and it’s STILL like.. way too long 🙄 can someone PLEASE tell this bitch (me) to shut up?? but in case you all want to read even MORE for some reason... here is my app!!

background

his dad comes from a long line of attorneys. his family owns a huge law firm and they’re old money! his mom was a caterer at an event when they met. they fell in love but his family never liked her because she was from a lower class and didn’t fit in.

being a housewife/being of a different class/already having deep-seated insecurity issues and a temper got to his mom. she convinced herself her husband was having affairs and started to pick really nasty fights. these fights scarred young mack and made him into the conflict averse people pleaser he is today!

his go-to method of diffusing tension and stopping fights is humor! king WILL make a joke in any situation to try and distract people from whatever they were arguing about. he does have other conflict resolution skills or whatever and will try and get people to compromise or like see the other side or something these just will not be his first reaction!

there was an instance where he realized he inherited his mother’s jealous streak. he’s ashamed of it and overcorrects so he doesn’t ruin anything by being possessive.

mckinley men go to strathmore 😤 and yes mack only got in because he’s a legacy and money has been donated to guarantee mckinley men go to strathmore! mack knows this and is kinda like eh whatever!

he’s majoring in business because if he was an attorney he would immediately roll over and concede whatever the opposing party wanted but there’s room for him in the financial department of mckinley & sons.

but he really has no interest in business or being a financial guy.. like he’ll do it because it’s what his family wants. his passion is in baking :D he would like to be a pastry chef with his own bakery, or a cooking show, he’d take either! but he thinks that would be a waste of his family’s resources :(

personality

for a long time, mack was the boy that got “...but he has a great personality.” which to be fair, he does. it’s easy to look at him and point to a number of admirable traits — kind, funny, patient — but he was a late bloomer looks wise and that left him a little bit scarred. much like his mother, the sinking suspicion that he’ll never be good enough haunts him. this isn’t something that’s easy to pick up on, as he presents himself with an air of easy confidence, but it’s there.

mack is a flirt. once he grew into his looks, he couldn’t help himself. mainly, he likes the banter that comes with flirting; the witty back and forth. both the ego boost he gets from feeling desired and the opportunity to make someone else feel just as good are big fun to him.

that being said, he’s not so easy and fun once things get any more serious than casual flirtation. worried about coming across as possessive, he overcorrects and often he turns something with potential into nothing. in general, he struggles with managing the difference between playing it cool and seeming indifferent, even if the reality is he’s very much invested and cares a lot.

he’s a very grounded presence. yes, he’s goofy and sometimes annoyingly positive, but i think his optimism would remind people not to take life too seriously, that problems aren’t as big and insurmountable as they might seem, and i think that bringing people back to the moment and encouraging them to stop stressing is grounding and reassuring.

like, yes, he’s an optimist, but he’s not a delusional optimist. he can pick out the good that exists in any situation and remind you of that, he doesn't bury his head in the sand and feed himself and others fantasies, you know? the bigger picture he paints is a bright one, but it’s not one that could never exist.

but i also don’t think it would be unreasonable for people to read him as delusional. especially someone more pessimistic or colder!

he is everyone’s cheerleader. he’s very supportive and always up to do things, so if there’s someone that needs a companion for anything, he’s definitely the person to turn to

i outlined how he fits in with all the aquamarine traits on my app if you want some more details for any reason KFLWJELFK

headcanons

he chooses to believe in the loch ness monster, please don’t talk about nessie like she’s not real in front of him.

going out first year was a blur of drunken one night stands, all to prove something that no one had asked him to prove; that he was attractive, that he could pull, that he wasn’t pathetic. the irony of course, being that his motivations were pathetic. somewhere along the way he grew out of it and slowed down; recognizing that no one was paying attention and it wasn’t making him feel any better, but he still has trouble resisting the ego high of a someone beautiful’s attention.

once lasted just under five minutes on a mechanical bull. to this day, it’s one of his proudest accomplishments.

in his spare time, he volunteers in the kitchen at a hospital. it’s cooking, not baking, but it does the trick.

during his first year, some of his friends discovered that they could all play different instruments, and naturally, that meant they had to form a band. mack was their frontman, not for any outstanding musical talent, but because no one else would do it! he has a nice enough voice, and could charm a crowd, but it’s not some previously unknown talent. he was just the one his friends knew they could ask.. they ultimately disbanded, citing “creative differences” to anyone who asked, but really, they just got bored of playing the very few songs that they all knew.

i have some wanted connections on my app but i’m really open to anything!! pls come hmu to plot i love all of you 🥺

#opalsintro #THE GIRLS ARE INTRO POSTINGGG 🤪

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bbyx · 4 years

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ripple effect - part five

Summary: During her fourth year at Hogwarts, (y/n) Deauxville falls for none other than Cedric Diggory. But it's not easy when you have to deal with protecting your family's fortune, keeping your father's illness a secret and having two of your closest friends catch feelings for you.

Pairings : reader x cedric, reader x draco, reader x harry

(y/n) walks inside the huge double doors of Hogwarts when she gets hit in the face by a balloon. It explodes and leaves her soaking wet.

"Oh fuck you Peeves."

Peeves shrieks in delight seeing Millicent’s smooth newly straightened hair frizz back up to her usual red curls.

(y/n), Millicent and Daphne walk inside the bright Great Hall.

You eye your usual spot where Draco is sitting with his henchmen and you drag your friends away. They shoot you confused looks because you always sit in the exact center of the Slytherin table but you smile reassuringly.

"I want to be near the front today. So Daphne can have a front row seat to her sister's sorting ceremony."

Daphnee looks charmed by your thoughtfulness.

Thank god I was born a good liar.

The hat sings another ridiculous song. The first years line through the great hall and Professor Mcgonagall begins shouting names out. You start cracking your knuckles waiting for someone else to be sorted into Slytherin so your house can cheer loudly,

"Greengrass, Astoria"

"SLYTHERIN"

What seems like the entirety of the Slytherin house jumps up and cheers for the little brunette girl.

A proud looking Astoria Green takes the hat off and hurries to the Slytherin table, where everyone was applauding her. Harry caught a glance of (y/n) cheering Astoria on. For a fleeting second, Harry had a strange desire to join the Slytherin table too.

During the whole dinner, (y/n) could feel Draco's eyes burning into the back of her head. She focused hard on not looking to her right and meeting his eyes. But during dessert, while searching for the treacle tart, you meet his eyes. He looks strangely hurt?

As soon as Dumbledore starts his usual speech you zone out and start thinking about the hundreds of things on your mind and worrying about your father's business.

"It is also my painful duty to inform you that the inter-house Quidditch Cup will not take place this year."

"WHAT! Did he just... That's ridiculous... He can't possibly... Tell me he didn't just say... no quidditch?" You're at a loss for words.

Even if (y/n) didn't play Quidditch herself she was the Slytherin team's number one fan. She was there at any game, didn't matter the weather, and she screamed her lungs out cheering. The team even gave her an honorary member's Quidditch robe for Christmas. It was one of her most cherished possession.

For the first time this evening, you willingly look at Draco. You know that as the Slytherin Seeker Draco would be flipping tables. His cool gray eyes meet yours. He looks utterly unphased. You cock your head to the side, silently asking him What the fuck is going on?.

Just wait. He mouths back. (y/n) rolls her eyes at him, obviously annoyed and turns away.

A battered looking man bursts through the doors. His glass eye jerking around then fixes on (y/n). A shudder goes down her spine.

What a creepy little man.

"May I introduce the New Defense against The Dark Arts teacher" Professor Dumbledore bellows. "Professor Moody!"

Jesus fucking Christ.

"As I was saying" Dumbledore continues " we have the honour of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event which has not been held for over a century. It is my greatest pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."

"YOU'RE JOKING!" says Fred loudly.

You were too busy trying to remember a conversation you overheard at the Burrow about Professor Moody to process all the excitement around you.

As students start to file out of the Great Hall, you feel someone tug at your robes.

"Do you know there's house elves at Hogwarts?" Hermione presses.

" Um yeah, never been to the kitchens?"

"No. And it wasn't mentioned in Hogwarts: A History." She purses her lips and continues.

"Do you have house elves (y/n)."

"We had a couple elves when I was little but then one of my dad's muggle business partners accidentally spotted one and the ministry had to erase his memory. Quite a funny little accident actually. So then my dad freed the elves and got muggle staff. Why?"

"Oh (y/n)! We have to do something about the house elves. It's basically slave labour. I was thinking about starting an organisa-"

She gets cut off by Fred and George.

" That's bloody bullshit! They can't do that!" George bursts. " We're seventeen in April, why can't we have a shot!"

"They're not stopping me entering." says Fred stubbornly. " The Champion'll get to do all sorts of stuff you'd never be able to do normally. And a hundred thousand Galleons."

"Yeah" says Ron wistfully "Yeah, a hundred thousand Galleons."

"God, Ron don't tell me you were actually thinking of entering. You wouldn't last a second" You tease.

"I'd last longer than you." He says poking his tongue out.

"Don't know about that" Harry joins.

"(Y/N) C'MON YOU'RE TAKING FOREVER." Daphne hollers from across the hall.

Ron turns a little pink when he hears her voice. Even though he would never admit it, you know he had a slight crush on Daphne.

You wave the Gryffindors goodbye and go meet your other friends.

"Death toll, huh?" Millicent says.

"Who do you think is gonna enter?" Daphne quips.

"I know Nick is gonna want to enter." Rolling your eyes at Millicent, who's blushes furiously whenever you mention your brother. " And probably some of his friends."

"You think Jeremy Barlett will enter? You shattered his nose less than a day ago!"

"Who knows" You laugh.

"(y/n)!"

You turn at the sound of that voice.

"Don't forget our date Saturday" Cedric shouts from the other end of the hallway. A group of Ravenclaw girls glare at you. You blush furiously as you walk towards him.

"A date, huh?" You smirk "Sorry Diggory I have no clue what you're talking about

He laughs. A beautiful melodic laugh. "Saturday, nine thirty, Great Hall."

"Only if you bring chocolate frogs" You cross your arms. He shakes his head and chuckles.

"Done."

You see Nick and his friends round the corner of the hallway, they join Cedric’s side.

"Oi Ced! Is my little sister annoying you?" Nick chuckles.

Yay! The arrogant asshole's here.

"Oh fuck off Nick" You say hitting him with the back of your hand.

"Feisty" Says Xavier, his Ravenclaw friend.

"Now now (y/n), that's no way to speak to your brother, the future Triwizard champion." Nick boasts.

You stifle a sarcastic laugh.

"Nick, you're not seriously thinking about entering" (y/n) wheezes "even Jeremy, with his broken nose, has a better chance of winning than you."

Nick shoots you the dirtiest look. Eager to change the subject he says

"Any of you guys entering?"

"Maybe"

"Sure thing"

"Absolutely"

"Of course"

(y/n) is taken aback by Cedric's answer. She turns to him.

"You're entering?"

Cedric looks down at the pretty little face looking up at him."You're entering?" She asks, a worried grimace flashes across her face."Yeah why ? Don't think I can do it?" He would never admit it but her opinion mattered to him, a lot. "No um I mean you're really talented but are you sure you should. It's.. it’s really dangerous."

Cedric doesn't miss the slight blush that sweeps across her cheeks as she says this.

Before he could answer, Professor McGonagall stomps in.

"Everyone to your common rooms now!"

"We'll talk Saturday, okay?"

She smiles his favourite slight smile. "See you later Diggory."

"Goodnight (y/n)." Cedric smiles the whole way back to the Hufflepuff common room.

"Let me get this straight" Daphne says walking inside the Slytherin common rooms. "Cedric freaking Diggory asked you on a date! And you didn't bother mentioning it to us! For God sakes (y/n)!"

"More importantly what are you gonna wear?" Millicent asks as the three of you sit down on one of the leather couches.

"Hadn't really thought about that." You admit to her. She huffs and playfully rolls her eyes.

"Don't worry we'll find you the perfect date outfit." Daphne reassures you.

"Date?" A low posh voice curiously chuckles. On the couch facing you are the rest of your Slytherin friends. Draco, Theodore and Blaise. Crabbe and Goyle were there as well but due to their lack of personality, they were more like furniture.

"Yes, Draco. A date. Is that so surprising?"

" With who? Your new friend Potter?" He sneers, obviously jealous of how much time you've been spending with Harry.

"Cedric Diggory." The look on Draco's face was absolutely priceless.

He scoffs. "A Hufflepuff? You could do better"

"I would never be caught dead on a date with a Puff" Pansy says, eager to join the conversation.

"Trust me Pansy, you're not gonna be caught dead on a date with anyone." You answer back.

The boys try to muffle their laughter while the girls spread out leaving no room for her to sit. She sits on the arm rest anyways. The subject of the conversation quickly changes.

"Did you see his glass eye?" Blaise asks you.

"How could she miss it" Millicent laughs " He was staring at her the entire time." Draco seems to stiffen at those words.

"While I was at the Burrow this summer, I overheard Mr.Weasley and Mr.Diggory talking about him and they said he's basically insane."

Draco chokes on his drink.

"YOU SPENT YOUR SUMMER WITH THE WEASELS!?"

"Got a problem with that, Draco?" You ask, arching your brows at him.

"Is it true they sleep in carton boxes, on the ground?" Pansy snickers looking extra proud of her oh-so-witty remark.

"Pansy, I hope you fall down the stairs and break your neck." You say in your sweetest voice.

She finally goes up to her dormitory, defeated.

"Alright goodnight boys. We're going up." You say.

Draco looks like he's about to say something else but you shoot him a I don't wanna hear it glance and walk up the stairs.

At the opposite end of the castle, Harry, Ron, and Neville got into their pajamas and into bed. Someone — a house-elf, no doubt — had placed warming pans between the sheets. It was extremely comfortable, lying there in bed and listening to the storm raging outside.

"I might go in for it, you know," Ron said sleepily through the darkness, "if Fred and George find out how to . . . the tournament . . . you never know, do you?"

"S'pose not. . . ."

Harry rolled over in bed, a series of dazzling new pictures forming in his mind's eye. . . . He had hoodwinked the impartial judge into believing he was seventeen . . . he had become Hogwarts champion . . . he was standing on the grounds, his arms raised in triumph in front of the whole school, all of whom were applauding and screaming . . . he had just won the Triwizard Tournament. . . . (y/n)'s face stood out particularly clearly in the blurred crowd, her face glowing with admiration. . . .

Harry grinned into his pillow, exceptionally glad that Ron couldn't see what he could

#cedric diggory #harry potter #draco malfoy #hp and the goblet of fire #cedric diggory x you #cedric diggory x reader #cedric x you #cedric x reader #harry potter x reader #draco malfoy x reader

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antigenius · 4 years

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Negativity... Begone. [Second Chance]

A/n: Here we are! I almost forgot to post it :”)) I’m also sorry that the lengths of these chapters are sporadic, I’m itching to post everything I’ve done already, but I’m holding back because I know it’d be bad to make myself be worried about this. Please message me if you’d like to be apart of the taglist!

Warnings: A very sad Sugawara, and some shock ig?

Taglist: @bakugou-jpg , @nyxdelanuit , @animefandomally , @icythotsenpai , @fallingintoimagination , @heyybrittannia

So the story continues...

“I swear the colour changed!”

The walk home was filled with concerned glances from the people around the three, but Suga didn’t care enough to lower his voice. Daichi watched his friend in curiosity. Sugawara was cheeky yes, but he would never lie about something as precious as his soulmate, especially knowing his situation. He taps his chin in thought.

“Maybe you could ask the doctors?”

The boy sighed, twirling the string around his finger subconsciously whilst Asahi made sure he didn’t walk into a pole. “Mom would think I’d gone insane or something.” His eyes fall to the ground, downcast. “She already worried so much when I told her…”

He trails off, stopping in his tracks. His eyes brim with tears, but he swallows down his urge to bawl.

The two stop with him, watching. It wasn’t a normal sight to see; their most resilient friend, their most caring friend, the one that would hit them and shout “Negativity, BEGONE!”, crumbling out of desperation for a chance at true love. They couldn’t relate to him, their strings were red, as they should be.

Daichi places his hand upon his friend’s shoulder tentatively, knowing that Suga could and would break at any given moment. He was not only Suga’s friend, he was a captain. There was no time like the present to perform the role he was so proud of being.

“Don’t mind.”

The words tumbled out before he could really think about them. Asahi looked at him quizzically; the statement sounded insensitive, almost offending in a sense. Daichi continues.

“White string, red string, whatever colour string,” he rolls his eyes, “you have a chance, just like we had a chance.” He shrugs. “We could’ve never played volleyball again, we could’ve given up and forgot about being a powerhouse school, like we used to be.”

He sets himself in front of Suga, piercing gaze locking with sad brown eyes. “But we had a chance to win and we took it. You have a chance to find them, him, her, them, whoever, wherever. Fact is, there’s still hope, however small that may be.”

He finishes with a smile. “So when has a slim chance ever stopped us? Or you, for that matter?”

Honestly, he surprised himself at that point. He didn’t expect to sound so… Cheesy and inspiring. That was more Takeda-sensei’s job, or Asahi’s even. Sugawara himself would be a better choice in this sort of scenario. It seemed to work however, Sugawara had rubbed his tears away and puffed his chest, mimicking Nishinoya.

“Right, right.” He sniffles a bit, but grins. “Sorry, about, well…”

Daichi claps him on the back, knocking the wind out of his lungs. “Yeah, yeah, just stop crying. Negativity begone my ass.”

Suga smirks. “Oh? Shall I do it for you two then? You know, to disperse the negativity?~”

The so called ‘Captain’ tenses up, backing away from his friend in fear. “I-I think I’m good-“

“NEGATIVITY… BEGONE!”

He jabs both of the boys in their sides, causing them to double over in pain. They groan loudly, Asahi whimpering something along the lines of ‘I didn’t even do anything…’.

Well, at least Suga felt better.

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“Sugawara.”

The setter blinks, coming back down to earth. “Sorry sensei.”

Despite the pep-talk, Suga still felt desperate. A bit less than before, yes, but still utterly desperate. Hell, he’s always felt desperate, but it felt like the universe was mocking him. It felt like it was dangling hope right in front of his eyes, just to tease him.

Instead of dwelling on it further, he gets back into position, receiving the ball that was served to him.

‘Just focus. Focus, focus, focus.’

He really couldn’t, but he tried his best to. The elderly man grit his teeth in annoyance after watching him miss the nth ball this session.

“Take a break. You’ll get a penalty later.” He grunts. “Azumane!”

Suga hangs his head in shame, walking himself to the side and cleaning up any balls that came across his path. Hot tears prick at the sides of his eyes, and he clenches his fists. God, he just wanted to punch himself. He was so damn pathetic. Even after being cheered up, after so many years of knowing the inevitable answer, his heart ached to think something different. Why? Why was he so stuck on it?

“Hey!”

Suga quickly wipes away his baby tears, a smile forcing its way onto his face. The smile freezes half-way as he realises who had called out to him.

Forehead damp with sweat, face red from running, (Y/n) heaved a breathless greeting to the silver-haired mess.

“S-sorry,” they wheeze, “I’m not as much as an athlete as you all, but I was scared I was going to miss seeing you guys!”

Sugawara cocked his head to the side like a lost puppy. “Miss seeing us?”

“Yeah! It’s pretty cool watching you guys play!” Their bottom lip juts out in a pout. “Though, I don’t exactly get what you guys do sometimes.”

Heat flushes into Sugawara’s cheeks. It flattered him that people other than the players enjoyed the game, or watching him fail, more like it.

“Thank you,” he rubs the back of his neck, an embarrassed chuckle leaving his lips, “if you don’t get something, you can always ask; we’re happy to help.”

They giggle along with him, not quite boasting the same bashful expression, but it was something along the line. “The thing I need help with is studies rather than understanding volleyball, but I appreciate it.”

The setter looks at him in curiosity. “Studies? I could help you, if you like.”

Upon hearing Suga’s request, (Y/n)’s eyes brighten in an instant. Their exhaustion is replaced with hyperactivity, lips weaving into a beaming smile.

“Really?!” They ask, almost bouncing up and down. “You would?”

Despite their loud, childish outburst in an adolescent’s body, Sugawara could feel his heart melt. His former misery trails behind him, grumbling as his signature cheery persona shows face.

“Sure! Whatcha having trouble with?”

They might’ve been sitting on the gym floor for a mere half-an-hour, but that half-an-hour felt so cleansing. They were funny, witty, charming, not to mention, a breath of fresh air, especially in the gymnasium reeking of sweat. For once, volleyball wasn’t on his mind in the gym. It felt a little freeing, not to just escape into the thrill of his favourite sport.

During their talk, Sugawara manages to glance at their hand. A light blue string connected from his hand to theirs, but the lilac string seemed to lead to nowhere. It went in the direction of their hand, but it continued after that. Internally, he sighs. Maybe he was getting so desperate he hallucinated. It was too good to be true anyway.

Time flies by, Sugawara had finished his penalty of five flying laps (a merciful day) with (Y/n) cheering him on. The two continue talking immediately as he finishes, and they stay behind to clean up.

“So, when are we gonna do it?”

Suga blinks. “Do what?”

“The study date!”

“A…” Suga screws his eyebrows together. “Study date?”

Realising how it sounded, they fluster around in a panic.

“It’s not what you think it means! I just always called things dates because it happens on a date, ya know?” They ramble, hands wringing together. “It’s like saying you have a girl or boyfriend! A girl that’s your friend! A boy that’s your friend! You know?”

Watching them go into a bumble about how words didn’t make sense, Suga lets himself smile in amusement.

“I mean, you’re not wrong.” He grins. “I just was confused is all. You don’t have to worry.”

Their blabbering stops. “R-right!”

They then place their hand in front of him, pinkie held out for a promise.

“You finish at five tomorrow right?” Their pinkie waggles in front of him. “We can go study at that new café and grab those gorgeous coffee shakes I’ve been craving for once you’re done.”

He stares at their pinkie. It looked normal, a lot smaller than his, but normal otherwise. No white string, no red string either, but he wouldn’t be able to see it either way. The only string he could see was the one that connected them together. A light blue string of friendship. He intertwines his pinkie with theirs, and his white string moves. It ties a knot between the two fingers.

They scream in shock.

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crowley-fe11 · 3 years

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Lost RP (dark!Crowley)

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say STAND WITH HONG KONG AGAINST THE CCP!

You both like Ineffable Husbands.

Stranger: ((Human AU. Totally based off another prompt on here. Dark!Crowley, Aziraphale felt there was something off about Crowley and was reluctant to agree to a date no matter how sweet he was by bringing him chocolates, treats and flowers. Despite his initial feeling, Aziraphale did fall for him, and although conflicted, he was urged by his friends to give him a chance. Crowley can be a part of the mob, not quite human, or even just a normal guy with an obsession. Go as dark as you want, no limits.)) Crowley, do you have a moment? -A

You: I always do for you. What is it, angel? C

Stranger: Thank you. I wanted to ... sincerely apologize to you. -A

You: What for? You haven't done anything wrong. C

Stranger: I’m just rather worried that I’ve been... callous and cruel. I do appreciate it, and quite love it when you come around the shop! You’re a very sweet man. -A

You: Please, you're definitely the sweet one here. And you certainly haven't been cruel in the slightest. C

Stranger: Thank you, dear. I’m glad you don’t think so! But you are certainly the kindest person in the world. -A [......] Do you perhaps want to go out to dinner this weekend? -A

You: Only trying to spoil a lovely and deserving gentleman. C Nothing would make me happier. When did you have in mind? C

Stranger: Oh, you’ve accomplished that! Your taste is truly impeccable, you brought me the best sweets. I do have a bit of a sweet tooth. -A ...Perhaps Friday if you’re free? And please, I insist on treating you to wherever we go. -A

You: Oh, good. Glad you've enjoyed them, and I'll definitely keep that in mind. C But you don't have to do that. I like treating you. C

Stranger: I feel so badly, you do simply everything for me. You’re too lovely, I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve it! -A ...At least pick the place, dear. I’m hardly picky, I quite enjoy many different things! -A

You: You've been a gorgeous, perfect angel. C How do you like Italian then? C

Stranger: You’re such a flatterer, you handsome thing. -A [....] I love it, simply wonderful flavors. Do you have a place in mind? -A

You: I do, and I think you'll really enjoy it. C What time should I come pick you up? C

Stranger: Oh, lovely, I can’t wait to see what you’ve chosen. Perhaps around six if it works for you? -A

You: That works wonderfully. I'll see you on Friday then? C

Stranger: Wonderful, dear! I’ll see you then. Please drive safely. We’re supposed to get snow. -A

You: I will, my lovely angel. C

Stranger: ((Would you like to switch to paragraphs?))

You: (Sure, would you like to start, or would you like me to?)

Stranger: ((Since Crowley’s coming over would you mind? ))

You: (yeah, sure thing!)

Stranger: ((Thank you! ))

You: When Crowley first laid eyes on the lovely bookshop owner, he couldn't help but shower him with gifts every time he was in the area. Flowers, chocolates, anything he saw that he thought that lovely angel would enjoy. Not to mention just sharing a few moments of conversation during his visits, peppered with easy flirtations, could easily make even the worst days so much better. And now he had a dinner date with Aziraphale himself, and Crowley couldn't be more thrilled. He'd made special reservations, and with snow lightly falling on the streets of Soho, he pulled up in front of the bookshop in his Bentley, soon getting out with a bouquet of roses, which he meticulously picked out to make sure he had the perfect ones to give. He stood just outside as he waited, right on time for when the other man wanted him to arrive.

Stranger: ((This is lovely! I just have to let me dog out really quick and then I will start typing!))

You: (No problem!)

Stranger: “Oh, stop being silly,” he muttered to himself before he returned to his day of stacking shelves. In theory, Crowley should have been the man of Aziraphale’s dreams! He was frankly /beautiful/, considerate, attentive, and brilliantly witty. However the moment he had walked into his ship, he had felt such anxiety and deep-seated apprehension for him, and he couldn’t, for the life of him say why! He always made sure that he was ‘busy’ or meeting with friends, because he quite frankly didn’t wish to be alone with him. Over time, the feeling had slowly repressed itself, and Aziraphale could fully admit that he had quite the crush on him! He didn’t know such a stylish, nice, cool man would waste time wooing a reserved, slight prissy bookseller, but what was he to do against such attentions /except/ fall for him?! Crowley was charismatic and energetic about many topics, making Aziraphale smile when he spoke about his lovely car or his music or his plants. But it still didn’t stop the nervousness as Friday evening rolled around, Aziraphale in his normal suit and a bow tie, fleece coat and mittens. He didn’t like the cold! Anathema and Newt had called him mad for not even trying. And so he would! Perhaps the remaining nervousness would dissipate, after all he wasn’t used to putting himself out there! He saw the familiar car outside and had a tiny smile, stepping outside to greet him. “Hello, dear!” He said, but then he stopped, a more genuine smile overtaking his face. “Crowley! Oh my goodness, you shouldn’t have.” He insisted, putting a hand to his heart in shock. “They’re simply beautiful!”

Stranger: ((Aziraphale’s mittens are like Bernie Sander’s btw. Couldn’t think of any other kind he’d have 😂))

You: (That's too perfect 😂)

You: Crowley smiled adoringly once he saw his date all bundled up, and he soon handed Aziraphale the flowers he'd brought. "Not nearly as beautiful as you," he answered as he took in the sight of the lovely man. Bundled up was to say the least, and Crowley happily waited for the other to take care of the flowers. With how often he brought some over to him, he was certain he had a vase somewhere that would be ready. But he waited for Aziraphale to be ready before he offered his hand to the other. "Something tells me you'll love the heated seats," he mentioned as he led the bookseller to his car, smiling at him softly before opening the door for him. He then got in on the other side and smiled over at Aziraphale before he pulled out onto the street and started toward their destination. "How's your day been? Any interesting customers?"

Stranger: “Oh hush,” he said delightedly, taking the roses from him gratefully, taking a sniff even. He so adored flowers, and he was quite flustered whenever he received them. “One second, dear, let me just put these in a night vase, and then we can get a move on.” He said, as he turned back inside, hoping the pleased flush and racing of his heart would subside a little. He kept several vases because Crowley simply brought him so many flowers! He arranged them carefully, a find touch to their petals, and then hurried himself back outside. “Thank you for waiting,” he told him and Aziraphale’s inner avid reader of chivalrous romances absolutely preened as he held the car door open for him. “Thank you,” he said with a duck of his head, slowly climbing in his car. Crowley told him how much work he had put into it and it absolutely showed! He must love it very much. He settled, a sigh of contentment as he pulled off his mittens and relaxed in the car’s warmth. “My day was lovely, barely any customers!” He exclaimed. And perhaps it was odd, he just didn’t want to get rid of his books unless he had to. “Anathema did stop by.” More like giving him tips, ‘kiss him already you idiot!’ Much to the shy bookseller’s rampant disagreements. “Lovely girl, very smart.” He turned to him. “How was yours? Get into any dramatics with plants?”

Stranger: *nice vase

You: "I'm sure you enjoyed the quiet, then," Crowley offered with a smile as he glanced over at the other. He couldn't help but take in just how gorgeous Aziraphale looked as he drove down the snowy street. He'd heard Aziraphale bring up Anathema a few times before, and from what it sounded like, she was just about as bookish as the sweet angel beside him. "Oh, plants are growing nicely. Maybe my firm words with them are paying off," he added with a chuckle. "But today's been nice. Mostly looking forward to this," he added as he smiled over at Aziraphale. It wasn't long until he pulled up outside the restaurant, which looked fancy even from the outside. Once he'd parked, he got out of the car and helped the other man out of the car, offering his arm as he led him inside. Once they checked in with the hostess at the front, they were brought to an elegant table at a quiet spot of the restaurant, which was a bit quieter than usual in the first place, even with the snow falling that evening. Other than the waitstaff, the only other's in the restaurant were some gentlemen in dark suits posted discreetly by the entrance. Once again maintaining his manners, Crowley pulled out a chair for Aziraphale as he smiled at the other warmly before he took a seat across from him.

Stranger: “Very much so,” he replied. “Selling my books is always my least favorite part!” Aziraphale had never been bold about anything in his entire life, but he did find himself considering Anathema’s words. Would Crowley like to kiss him? He dearly hope so. Aziraphale found himself more at ease, sharing a laugh with him. “Oh my dear, when you told me of your methods I was absolutely boggled! Your plants must be rather terrified of you. I... suppose they must not know how sweet you truly are.” And sweet he was, a sharp gasp from Aziraphale as he parked in front of the restaurant. He had so very often wanted to go here, but he never had! Aziraphale already felt underdressed, and he made a mental note to insist the bill be split. “Crowley, honestly.” He shook his head in fond amusement as the two went inside. It smelled /divine/, and oh how thoughtful was he? Charmed, he couldn’t possibly resist, perhaps being more bold than he had ever done so in his life, “Thank you, my dear,” he said, and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek in thanks, his own cheeks suddenly burning as he sat down. Oh no, should he have asked?! Perhaps he should have asked, oh dear. Suddenly nervous, he glanced over the available menu. “I think you’ve picked a perfect place!” He said, hoping to change the subject.

You: It had always intrigued him how Aziraphale never liked to sell his books, but if he loved them so dearly, it did make some sense. It was adorable, really. It was like the other man had his own personal library in a way. "Probably better that they don't get that idea. Maybe they'd get lazy as a result," Crowley mentioned with a playful smile. Though when Aziraphale gave him that gentle peck, his heart was soaring. His cheeks warmed as he quickly sat down. "Yeah, of course. You mentioned being a bit of a foodie, so I figured you might enjoy it here," he answered as he smiled across at the other man. It didn't take him much to book the entire restaurant for the night with his connections, after all, and Aziraphale seemed to enjoy peace and quiet. "We could get a bottle of wine to share if you'd like?" he suggested, taking in the sight of the other man, how lovely it was to simply bask in his presence...

Stranger: ((Jesus Crowley you bought out the entire restaurant XD lmaoooo ))

You: (Oh, those mafia connections, you know... ;) )

Stranger: ((Never once did aziraphale even be like “how can he afford all this stuff?” Nah he’s oblivious lol, or well not quite Bc of those initial feelings ;) ))

Stranger has disconnected.

#if this was you #please message me #lost rp #omegle rp #omegle #ineffable husbands #ineffable husbands rp #good omens #good omens rp #dark!crowley #mobster!crowley #human au #this was so good and i sooo want to keep going aaaaaahhh

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Dance with Me, Chaton - 8

Read it on A03, WattPad, FF.net

Written for @ladynoirjuly2019

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8. Homework

“How is your progress on locating Ladybug?” Gabriel asked from the screen of Adrien’s phone.

“Not very successful so far,” Adrien replied. “I followed a few leads in Public Relations and designing departments, but they ended up being dead ends.”

Gabriel let out an exasperated groan. “Why did you go to Public Relations, Adrien? If anywhere, Ladybug would work in the design department. Do your homework. No one apart from that department has seen all the designs.”

Adrien broke the eye contact. Father could’ve told him that from the start. He wouldn’t have wasted his time elsewhere. “I’ve been trying to infiltrate the company in a believable way, Father. If I can earn your employees’ trust, they might lead me to her.”

Gabriel scoffed. “They’ll always look at you as an outsider, Adrien, but do what you want. It’s your future on a line. I must go now. We’re almost at the airport.”

“Father, wait. Just two more questions.”

“Make it quick.”

“You promise you won’t fire her?”

Gabriel groaned. “I already said it once and I’m not repeating myself. Next.”

“I fired Lila Rossi yesterday for assaulting one of your junior designers. Apparently, she’d been bullying her for years now, so I thought it was necessary. Can you write the executive order?”

Gabriel frowned. “Lila Rossi? Who’s that?”

“One of your accessory buyers.”

“And whom and how did she assault?”

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, one of the junior designers. She’d spilled coffee all over her, following with verbal threats and diminishing after that.”

Gabriel raised an eyebrow. “I know Mlle Dupain-Cheng. She’s quite the talent.”

“Yes. That’s why we can’t have her being bullied on our premises. She might quit, and I thought you’d hate to lose a valuable employee. An accessory buyer is a much easier to replace position than a good designer.”

Gabriel hummed. “Have you’ve witnessed the assault yourself?”

“I did. Both parts.”

Gabriel nodded. “All right. I’ll sign the order first thing Monday morning. Good day, Adrien.”

“Thank you, Father.”

The screen went dark. Adrien flopped back into his bed. The sun was just starting to peak from the horizon, so he could probably catch a few more hours of sleep. He’d need all the energy he could get to figure out how to steal the designs from his father undetected. Because Ladybug isn’t going to trust Chat Noir based on his words alone. He’d need to act no matter how much Adrien didn’t like the idea.

When he opened his eyes again, it was almost nine o’clock. Adrien lingered for a while before getting up and getting breakfast. Then tidied his apartment, did laundry and cooked lunch and started on making dinner. Then he sorted and organized his schoolwork, got rid of the clutter, and when there was nothing else to do, Adrien got to research basic hacking techniques. None of what he saw made much sense, despite him being smart enough to graduate with Masters in Business Management at the top of his class.

Chat Noir: Working on our mission ;3 How are you this morning?

Ladybug: It’s 4 pm, Chaton. Did you have a late night?

Chat Noir: LOL Sorry didn’t notice the time, but no. You? How did the club visit go?

Ladybug: Amazing. As always. You won’t believe what a few hours of dancing can do for you after a stressful week.

Chat Noir: I’m not much of a dancer, but if you insist I can try. Any clubs you can recommend?

Ladybug: Not really. The one I’m going to is exclusive by invitation only and I’ve never really been to any others.

Chat Noir: Oh, like a secret underground society? Fancy.

Ladybug: LOL Something like that. Sorry, I must go now but wishing you all the luck with our project. :)

Chat Noir: Thanks. Have fun.

Luck? Adrien got up to find Marinette’s lucky charm. Maybe that will help him? Poor thing. She got attacked by Lila the next day after giving up her lucky charm to him, and even if she insisted that it wasn’t a big deal, Adrien felt uneasy. He looked at the charm closer, then googled how to make one. It didn’t look as complicated as hacking. The decision was instant and putting their project aside, Adrien left the apartment with a list of the supplies he needed to make Marinette a new lucky charm. Call him selfish, but he didn’t want to give her back the one she gifted him. It would’ve been rude, and he wasn’t a rude person. Plus, he liked that string of colourful beads. However, if he could make her one, that’d be a different story.

Adrien chose a set of blue and yellow beads and even included a cool-looking bird one, as a hint that as amazing as she is, Marinette could fly high, soar above her problems and succeed in everything she wanted. An hour later, he grinned, admiring his handy work. His cell phone chimed.

Ladybug: How was your day, Chaton? Had fun?

Adrien glanced at the clock and swore under his breath. How did it get so late?

Chat Noir: Absolutely. Didn’t notice the time fly by. You?

Ladybug: Same. Went out with friends for ice cream, so feeling fantastic. You know André and his magical, love predicting ice cream?

Chat Noir: Yes! Love it.

Ladybug: He gave me my love ice cream today.

Chat Noir: Intriguing. He gave me one once too. What did yours predict?

Ladybug: green eyes, blond hair. Yours?

Adrien held his breath, warmth spreading in his chest. He had green eyes and blond hair.

Chat Noir: Red lips, black hair and blue eyes.

She took a few moments longer than usual to reply.

Ladybug: I hope it was yummy.

Chat Noir: It was delicious, my Lady.

Ladybug: Good. Gtg again. Just arrived at the club.

Chat Noir: You’re going there every day?

Ladybug: Only on weekends and when the days get really bad. Dancing is a kind of therapy for me.

Chat Noir: That’s a good idea. I should pick up some kind of therapy as well. Ignoring the issue doesn’t always work.

Ladybug: It really doesn’t. Anyway, bug out. Ttyl.

Adrien put the phone aside. He marvelled at the lucky charm he made for Marinette a few moments before putting it aside and trying to focus on his hacking research.

Ladybug’s ice cream had his colours.

Could that mean anything? Because surely there were tons of green-eyed, blond guys in Paris. But then why did she pause when he told her his combination? His heart fluttered. Could it be… No. Probably not. She was on her way to a club. She could be just unable to write for a few moments.

Adrien shook his head. Research, Hacking. Work. Concentrate.

They did click rather fast, didn’t they? She was an amazing person. Smart. Funny, witty. Just fantastic. And they could spend hours chatting about nothing and had fun. How often did people like her come around? Adrien felt like he could trust her with anything. Especially since they've become partners in crime. No. Not a crime but bringing a point across to his Father. Because Adrien doubted he’d listen to a random email himself, but if it was a live person, then it would’ve been a different story. So, really, Adrien was helping Ladybug and his father at the same time. Because if his father would listen, Adrien would do a huge favour to the company because, honestly, all those ridiculous innovations…

Ugh!

Adrien dropped his head on a desk. This wasn’t working and the information on the screen made little sense. It could be because it was late, or it could be because it was too complicated to learn in a few hours. Whatever it was, though, it'd have to wait until tomorrow because as of now, Adrien was going to bed. And he would take Marinette’s lucky charm with him because he needed all the luck he could get.

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starletwriting · 5 years

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Killervibe Fic Week Day Three: Doppelgangers

Word count: 3111

Notes: Thank you to @thatkillervibe for proofreading!!

Tags: @shakesqueer-writes @narniasfinestavengingsociopath

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“Aw, man! That’s the third mosquito bite I’ve gotten since we got here,” Ralph whined, rubbing his arm where the mosquito bit him. “Earth-31 sucks.”

“Earth-1 has mosquitos too, Ralph.” Barry said.

“Not this many!”

“Ralph, you can shapeshift,” Cisco said. “Can’t you just… magically make your bug bites disappear or something?”

“No, it doesn’t work that way.” Ralph grumbled. “Believe me, I’ve tried.”

“It would be impossible.” Caitlin piped up. “Mosquito bites itch because of the body’s reaction to the mosquito’s saliva, which has already entered his blood once the mosquito bites him. Although Ralph’s cells can multiply and allow him to stretch or change his appearance, he can’t take the saliva out of his blood once they’re in there, nor can he stop his body’s reaction to it.”

“Great.” Ralph sighed. “I have bug spit in me.”

Cisco stumbled over an overgrown tree root and he would’ve fallen if he hadn’t grabbed onto the tree next to it. The moss and the wet leaves stuck to his shoes as he treaded through the deep forest, and the humidity caused him to sweat, especially in the thick leather of his Vibe suit. Ralph was right. Earth-31 does suck.

“Well, hopefully we won’t have to be here long.” Barry said. “If this is the place that Cisco vibed, then the meta couldn’t have gone far. We can have him arrested and go home by the end of today.”

“This is definitely it.” Cisco pointed to a tall tree a few yards ahead of them. “In my vision, the meta was standing next to that tree.”

“How can you tell?” Caitlin asked. “It all looks the same.”

“You see that stream over there? I saw that in my vibe as well.” Cisco pointed. “That tree was closest to it.”

“Well, that’s good.” Barry said. “He should be around here somewhere.”

“Not to point out the obvious, but this is one thick forest.” Ralph said. “How are we gonna find one guy in this place when the trees are barely three feet apart?”

“Ralph’s got a point.” Caitlin said. “Not to mention, this forest probably stretches for miles.”

“Alright, then we’ll split up.” Barry said. “I’ll go with Ralph. Cisco, you go with Caitlin. I can cover ground a lot faster if I run, and Cisco can breach to different parts of the forest. That way, we have much better chances of finding him.”

Cisco shrugged. “Seems fair to me.”

“Then it’s a plan. We’ll meet back by the stream in a few hours.”

Barry grabbed onto Ralph and ran off at super-speed, leaving just Cisco and Caitlin to venture off to the rest of the forest. The two of them continued walking forwards, minding their step as they did so.

“This forest kinda makes me nostalgic.”

“Really?” Caitlin looked at him. “How so?”

“When Dante and I were kids, we used to go exploring in the woods behind our house. We’d find sticks in the woods and pretend to battle each other with them, and then we’d go and find cool-looking rocks to bring home and show our parents,” Cisco said.

“Aww, that’s sweet,” Caitlin smiled. “I take it you two used to be a lot closer.”

“We were thick as thieves when we were kids.”

“What changed?”

Cisco shrugged. “We grew up. We each went on different paths, I suppose. Dante was the concert pianist, the golden child, the chick magnet. I was his nerdy younger brother, collecting tech magazines and going on for hours about how a computer works. My brother bathed in his glory. I didn’t get any of it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It is what it is,” Cisco said. “I envy you for being an only child.”

“Actually, it got pretty lonely growing up,” Caitlin said. “I was ten when my dad disappeared, and after that, my mom was distant and obsessed with her work. She hid all her emotions away out of fear. She didn’t want to get hurt again. But in doing so, she only drove me away.”

Cisco offered a sympathetic smile. “I guess none of us had a normal childhood.”

“Honestly, have our lives ever been normal?”

Cisco laughed at that. “No, I don’t think so.”

“At least we’ve acknowledged it.”

There wasn’t much Cisco could think to say to that, so he decided to let it go. The next few minutes consisted of silent walking, with the occasional warning to the other person telling them to watch their footing.

“We’ve been walking in one direction for far enough. If he was here, we would’ve found him by now,” Cisco said. “I’ll breach us to the other side of the forest, maybe we’ll have better luck there.”

“You’re probably right.”

Cisco held his hand out in front of him, and formed a breach big enough for him and Caitlin to walk through. Before they could, however, a figure ran up and grabbed Cisco by the collar of his Vibe jacket, and ran through Cisco’s breach, yanking Cisco along with him. The breach closed the second that Cisco went through, leaving Caitlin stranded on the other side.

Once the breach closed, the figure tossed Cisco onto the ground. He had just managed to get himself up in a sitting position when he got his first good look at the man that had grabbed him.

“It’s you!” Cisco exclaimed. “The one I saw.”

“And you’re tracking me.” The meta matched Cisco’s emphasis mockingly.

“You heard us?”

“It’s not hard to hide in these woods,” He spat. “I can’t have you and your friends following my trail. Fortunately, without you they’ll have a much harder time.”

“You think I pose the biggest threat?” Cisco asked. “What, cause I’m a breacher?”

“Exactly.”

“Well, you’re wrong,” Cisco said. “We have a speedster on our team. He’s who you really have to be afraid of.”

“Yeah?” The meta gave an unamused, vaguely threatening chuckle. “Well, without their breacher to vibe my location or breach anywhere in the forest, I’m at least safe for now. I can take on this speedster when he comes.”

Cisco was trying to formulate a witty reply in his head when a long stream of ice came out of nowhere, knocking the meta against a tree. He managed to gather himself in time to run away before anybody could catch him. He was long gone in the trees in just a few seconds.

Cisco stood up, his heartbeat racing in his chest. He turned to his savior with a grin on his face.

“Caitlin! How’d you get here so fast- you were all the way across the forest- nevermind that, though, thank you so much for saving me--” Cisco paused a moment to catch his breath, and furrowed his brow. “Wait. You’re not in your Frost form. You just shot that stream of ice, how are you not Frost?”

Meanwhile, Caitlin was staring at him like she had just seen a ghost. “Cisco?!”

Cisco raised an eyebrow. “...Yes?”

“It’s really you?” Caitlin poked his shoulder, as if making sure he wasn’t a hologram. “But… this shouldn’t be possible!”

“Uh…”

“Wait.” Caitlin studied him from head to toe. Her expression seemed… disappointed, but not surprised. “You’re from another Earth, aren’t you?”

“What do you mean?”

Caitlin tried again. “Are you from this Earth?”

“No.”

“That’s what I thought,” Caitlin sighed. “You’re a doppelganger.”

Cisco blinked. “Wait, so that means…”

“Whatever Caitlin you think I am, I’m not her.” Caitlin- no, not Caitlin- said. “I’m from this Earth. Surely you’ve encountered doppelgangers before, breacher.”

“Yeah, of course,” Cisco said. “Sorry. My mind is still reeling. A minute ago, I was walking with Caitlin- my Caitlin- on the complete other side of the forest, then I open a breach only to get straight-up abducted by the very person we’re trying to catch, then not even thirty seconds later, I’m saved by the doppelganger of the exact person I was just with!” Cisco gestured wildly with his hands. “It’s been a very crazy 60 seconds!”

Caitlin smiled. “You remind me of the Cisco of my Earth.”

“I assume that’s a compliment,” Cisco said. “Unless the Earth-31 Cisco is a supervillain. Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“It’s a compliment, I assure you,” Caitlin said. “It’s nice to meet you, doppelganger-Cisco. You can call me Caity.”

“Caity?” Cisco raised an eyebrow.

She nodded. “I prefer it to Caitlin. It just fits me better.”

“Alright then… Caity.” Cisco said. “I’m Cisco. From Earth-1.”

“Earth-1? What’re you doing here, then?”

“I had a vibe about the meta-criminal here, the one that was just here. We came here to catch him.” Cisco said. “Wait, what’re you doing here? In this forest, I mean.”

“...Camping.”

It was an obvious lie, but Cisco decided not to press.

“I need to find my friends.” Cisco said.

“I’ll help you.” Caity said. “I know these woods fairly well.”

“You will?” Cisco smiled in his appreciation. “I’d love the help. I recognized the sliver of the forest I had seen in my vibe, but… I’m a long ways away from that now.”

“Of course.” Caity said. “After all, you’re Cisco, even if you’re not the one I’m familiar with.”

The two of them started walking through the woods, talking along the way.

“The Cisco on this Earth, what’s he like?”

“Funny. Witty. Charming.” Caity responded. “He always knew the best way to make me laugh. Oh, and caring. That’s one of his best qualities. There’s nothing more important to Cisco Ramon than his friends.”

“That does sound like me.” Cisco said. “I guess this Cisco and I aren’t too different after all.”

“What about the Caitlin of your Earth?” Caity asked. “What’s she like?”

“She’s… beyond words, really.” Cisco said. “She’s incredibly smart, and she’s sweet and loving and kind, and so brave. I can always count on her when I need a friend. She’s helped me through some of my worst times. I don’t know what I’d do without her.”

“How long have you guys been together?”

The question took Cisco off guard. “What? Oh, no, we’re just friends. Best friends, nothing more.”

“I see.”

“So,” Cisco changed the subject. “I take it the Cisco of this Earth is a breacher as well?”

Caity nodded. “I take it the Caitlin of your Earth has ice powers? You recognized me after you saw my ice blast.”

“Yup.” Cisco said. “Although, her powers work a bit differently than yours.”

“How so?”

“When she uses her powers, she gets white hair and white eyes.”

“Lucky.” Caity said. “I want white hair. That’d be badass.”

“She is badass.” Cisco said. “You should see her in full-out Frost mode. She could do some serious damage if she wanted to.”

“You’re pretty powerful, too.” Caity said. “That is, if you’re anything like my Cisco. You can vibe, and breach, and shoot vibe blasts, and-”

“I’ve met some pretty powerful breachers before.” Cisco said. “I’m kinda the least powerful out of the ones I’ve met, though. I dated a breacher once and she could do wonders with her powers. I’m not like that.”

“I’m sure you could get better with practice.” Caity said. “How long have you had your powers?”

“Five years.” Cisco said. “But to be fair, for a long time I was more focused on doing away with my powers than using them.”

“Why’s that?”

“When I first got my powers, I thought they were a curse.” Cisco said. “My first ever vibe, I watched myself die. It happened in an erased timeline. My friend, he’s a speedster, had changed the timeline and brought me back to life in doing so. I would’ve had no memory of it ever happening if it weren’t for my powers.”

“Yikes.” Caity grimaced. “I can see why that would make you hate your powers.”

“Oh, believe me, I did, at first.” Cisco said. “But… that changed. They grew on me. The more I used them, the more comfortable with them I became. Now they’re a part of who I am. I’d be lost without them.”

“I always envied Cisco’s powers.” Caity said.

“I do like that I can go anywhere I want at any time.” Cisco said. “It’s convenient.”

“The Cisco I knew loved to breach to different places and see what the universe has to offer.” Caity said. “He was always willing to go exploring new places, and his powers made that possible.”

Something about Caity’s tone seemed off with Cisco, but he couldn’t quite seem to place a finger on it until now. The realization left an uneasy feeling in his stomach.

Caity talked about her Cisco the same way that Caitlin talked about Ronnie.

“Every time you’ve brought up Cisco,” Cisco said. “You’ve spoken about him in the past tense.”

Caity nodded slowly, her movements solemn. She was looking at the forest floor, choosing to focus on the moss growing on the tree trunks instead of facing Cisco.

“For years, Cisco and I were a superhero crime-fighting duo.” She said. “The two of us versus any metas that dared cause trouble. We were practically inseparable. That is, until about two years ago. We were up against our strongest foe yet, a speedster by the name of Eddie Thawne. He was terrorizing people, killing them, all for a sick little game. We managed to stop him, but… Cisco paid the price. He sacrificed his own life to save everyone.”

“I’m sorry.” Cisco said. “I take it seeing me only served as a reminder of what you lost.”

“Rather, the contrary.”

Cisco tilted his head. “How so?”

“If I can help you, even in just a small way, then maybe it can be my way of… paying my respects to Cisco.” Caity said. “Honoring his memory.”

“I never thought of it that way.” Cisco said. “Wait, is that why you were in this forest? To help me?”

Caity shook her head. “No. I had no idea you were going to be here. Finding you was completely by coincidence.”

“Then what were you doing in the forest?”

“I don’t expect you to know this, seeing as how you’re from another Earth.” Caity said. “But this forest actually holds some significance here. The meta you’re tracking, the one in this forest, I reckon he doesn’t care much about this forest’s meaning, but I do. There’s an old rumor that the spirits of your loved ones can see you in this forest, and that you can venture into this forest to pay your respects to them. It’s sentimental, I know, but I was here because I was missing Cisco. Never would I have guessed that I would run into his doppelganger here, and be granted with an opportunity to actually do something to honor him.”

“Well, I’m happy to offer that for you.” Cisco said. “And frankly, I could use the help. This forest is huge, and I have no idea where my friends or the meta is.”

“Actually,” Caity stopped walking and turned to Cisco, like an imaginary lightbulb had just lit up over her head. “This didn’t occur to me before, but there’s a small hill about midway through the forest. Maybe you could breach to the hill and get a higher view point, and maybe you’d be able to see your friends from there?”

“It’s worth a try.”

Cisco formed a breach in front of them, but when they stepped through it, they discovered that the hill wasn’t empty like they’d thought. Cisco immediately recognized his friends before him, surrounding the hill, on high alert. They watched as the breach closed behind Caity and Cisco, and for a few seconds they were frozen, processing what they saw.

But then the meta ran up from behind the hill and punched Ralph in the gut, and Cisco realized what was going on.

There wasn’t time to explain, not now. Cisco shot a vibe blast at the meta, knocking him onto the ground, and Ralph pinned him down with a stretched-out arm until Barry was able to get meta-cuffs on him. Only once the meta was secured did the team take a moment to regain their breath. Killer Frost morphed back into Caitlin, and Ralph stretched his arm back to its normal length.

Then the team turned to Caity, and Cisco standing beside her.

Caitlin was staring at her with the most shock. “You’re… my doppelgänger.”

“Cisco told me about you. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Caitlin raised an eyebrow in interest. “Cisco told you about me?”

Caity smiled. “All good things, I swear.”

“Look, Caitlin,” Cisco teased. “You finally have a doppelganger that isn’t a villain.”

“You’re one to talk.” Caitlin said. “We’ve met one doppelganger of yours and that was Reverb. Very evil dude.”

“Hey, I’ll take it. At least it’s better than what Harry has to be doppelgangers with.”

“Which one?”

Both Caitlin and Cisco erupted into a fit of giggles, like schoolchildren sharing an inside joke. Caity looked between the two of them with a knowing smirk, but didn’t say anything.

As the team was getting ready to head back to their own Earth, Caity pulled Cisco aside.

“There’s something else I never mentioned.” She said.

Cisco raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”

“Back when Cisco and I were hero partners… I developed a crush on him. For years, I was hopelessly pining for him, and too much of a coward to ask him out. He died before I got the chance to tell him how I feel.” Caity said. “Don’t make the same mistake I did. Tell Caitlin how you feel.”

“What? But I don’t...”

Caity didn’t say anything, but her expression told Cisco that resisting wasn’t worth the trouble.

“You don’t have to pretend with me.” Caity said. “I’ve been there. After all… I think Cisco Ramon and Caitlin Snow are soulmates in every universe.”

Cisco took one last look over to where Caitlin was standing with the others. She laughed at something Ralph had said. The sun shined on her face as she threw her head back, and her brown hair bounced ever so slightly. Just the sight gave Cisco butterflies in his stomach.

He turned back to Caity. “Thank you.”

Caity smiled at him. “Don’t mention it.”

“Cisco! You ready to go?”

Barry had called him from where they were standing. Cisco looked over at him and then back to Caity.

“Goodbye, Cisco Ramon.”

“Bye, Caity.”

Cisco ran off to join his friends. He formed a breach set for Earth-1, and waited as his friends all passed through it, Barry taking the hand-cuffed meta along with him. Cisco turned and waved to Caity one last time… then he stepped through the breach, never to return to Earth-31 again.

#killervibeweek #killervibeweek19 #killervibe #the flash #cisco ramon #caitlin snow

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