#he heard me making this post. did the biggest groan. and settled even deeper into the blankets

[novelconcepts]

POV: you’ve been trying to get up and make lunch for almost thirty minutes, to no avail

[blackmissfrizzle]

Just Right (2)

Part 1

Characters: Angel Reyes x black!plussized!reader

Chapter Summary: As he gets trained Angel starts feeling feelings.

Chapter Warning: Fluff, smut

A/N: Again shoutout to @starrynite7114 for being a wonderful friend, sounding board, and muse. Thank you girlie 😘

A/N (2): Since I got a chapter left, I’m gonna post one chapter a day.

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Angel was wrong and you were right. He hated you. While he was dying from the suicides you made him do you were standing there eating a taco and drinking water.

“Ain’t that enough?” Angel looked up at you during his break. “Nah, you’re gonna keep running until I feel skinny.” You took another bite of the taco.

“You’re fucking evil.” He lifted himself up for the next round torture. “I mean you could always use the safe word.” You shrugged nonchalantly.

Angel glared at you for your suggestion. He promised himself he would never speak Adelita’s name again and that’s why he decided to use it as his safe word during training. That way he wouldn’t give up. “Fuck no!” He shivered and started running again.

That’s exactly how training went for weeks. You push Angel until he voiced his hatred for you and then you pushed him some more. But in the evenings, you were each other’s company except for the occasional appearance by his brother and dad.

During this time Angel got to appreciate you more. You were attractive, funny, smart, and kind. How in the hell did he not see that before?

He was down in his garage working on his bike when you entered. “I always wanted to know what was in here.”

Angel shifted his gaze from his bike to you. He had to hold back a groan. Dressed in an oversized T-shirt of his team and shorts, a messy bun and your glasses with a plate of cookies in your hand you looked delectable. Again, he questioned himself on how Adelita was the one to capture his attention when you were right there all along.

“Ummmmm…cars.”

“Okay, smartass.” You chuckled as you rounded the corner. There you found Angel crouched on the ground working on a motorcycle. You weren’t able to see it earlier due to one of his cars blocking it. “Oh my god,” your fingers caressed the vehicle. “I didn’t know you had a bike.”

This wasn’t something Angel was used to. None of the women he dealt with including Adelita shared an interest in it. “Yeah, she’s my pride and joy.”

Finally standing up you got to enjoy Angel’s shirtless body. Yeah, he’s worked out shirtless before and you had to keep your composure then, but this, this was different. Maybe it had to do with him working with his hands or maybe it was because of his low-slung jeans that hugged his hips. Either way you were a mess.

Taking a deep breath, you purged your mind of any dirty thoughts of Angel Reyes. “Dude, you gotta take me for a ride.”

“Yeah?” Angel smiled at you, while wiping the grease off his hands. No matter how hard he asked, Adelita never agreed to ride with him, but here comes you and you’re practically begging him.

“Hell yeah! I mean I do have a fear of wiping out so I’m gonna be clutching hella hard.” Having your own bike was too nerve-wracking for you, so you settled for riding with someone, but the fear was still there.

“Don’t worry,” Angel lifted your chin and then stole a cookie from the plate. “I wouldn’t mind your arms wrapped around me.”

Your cheeks heated up. Every now and then Angel would make these types of comments, leaving you in a ditzy state. You have to convince yourself that that’s just how he is. From his interviews you could tell Angel was naturally flirtatious and charismatic.

Clearing your throat, you decided to change the subject. “So, what are you doing up this late? Don’t you have a game to rest for?”

Angel scratched the back of his head and knelt down to start working on his bike again. “Yeah, it’s just,” Angel threw his head back and let out a deep exhale. “What if I’m not ready? What if my knee gives out?”

Your heart cried out for Angel. Setting down the plate, you crouched down next to Angel and lifted his chin. “It won’t. I cleared you, the team doctor cleared you, and Coach Losa cleared you. You gotta trust the process, you gotta trust yourself.”

Angel tucked some stray hair behind your ear. “You’re amazing you know that, right? Practically a saint. Saint Y/N.”

“Oh no no no. I’m far from a saint.”

“Oh, so you’re one of them girls?” Angel arched his eyebrows suggestively.

You swatted Angel’s hands away. “No, I am not! I’m a good girl.”

Angel’s chocolate eyes darkened as his voice got deeper. “I know you’re a good girl.”

Your thighs clenched at his words. Now all you could think about is Angel on top of you calling you a good girl while he’s giving you that pipe.

“Anyway, why are you over here so late? Don’t you have a roster of men to be hitting up and making to take you out?” Angel knew you were single or at least he hoped you were. Every weekend you were here or with your parents and unlike everyone else your nose wasn’t stuck in your phone.

“Boy, I am single as Pringle.”

“Why?” Angel just had to know. You were too perfect not to be worshipped.

“Umm,” your phone buzzed, and you pulled it out to see a text from Rio. Smiling you texted him back and put your phone away. “I guess I just haven’t found the one, as corny as it sounds.”

He shouldn’t pry. It’s none of his damn business, but it was eating up at him as soon as he saw you smiling into your phone. “Who was that?”

“Oh, just Rio.” You threw out like nothing.

Of all the names, Angel didn’t expect that one. Turning away from you, Angel continued working on his bike, giving you the cold shoulder. “It’s getting late. You should go to bed and talk to Rio.”

The switch up was dizzying. One moment Angel was warm and soft and the next he was cold and hard. You just knew that it was best to leave him to sort out his feelings alone. “Well, I leave the cookies there if you want some more. Good night,” you said softly, feeling hurt.

When Angel heard the door closed, he kicked his toolbox across the room. Leave it to him to hurt the one person whose been by his side the whole time. “Way to go, Reyes.” Angel palmed his forehead, already thinking of a way to apologize.

Angel’s first game back was nerve wracking. He was playing safe, not trusting his knee fully. If he didn’t get it together right now his team would lose and be out the playoffs. “Hermosa, you gotta talk to him.” Bishop pleaded with you.

Hopping down from the stands you sat next to Angel on the bench. Feeling you next to him, Angel slid down to get away from you, but you just followed him to the end of the bench. “You go any further and you’re gonna end up on your ass.”

“Can’t you take a hint and go away?”

“Aww, someone’s cranky.” You pinched Angel’s cheek and he slapped your hands away. “Don’t be doing that shit on national tv.” Flicking his ear, you whispered in it. “Then stop acting like a fucking baby and do what needs to be done.”

Angel storms off from the bench and goes to the water cooler hoping to shake you, but you followed him anyway. “God, you’re like a fucking fly. So damn annoying.” Coco, Angel’s teammate and best friend was drinking his water when he heard Angel. He was about to defend you, but you held up your hand letting him know you got it.

Slapping the cup of water out of Angel’s hand you got in his space. “I’m not here to fucking coddle you, Reyes. I’m here to push you. You’re not a loser and I’m damn sure not a loser. So, what are you gonna do? Prove everyone else right and let your career go down in the drain or make the biggest comeback ever?”

The whistle blew signaling it was time for Angel to get back on the field. Angel kissed your cheek and snapped his helmet back on, running backwards to the field. “You know if the physical therapy thing doesn’t work out, you should ask coach about joining the coaching staff.” Rolling your eyes you flipped him the bird and he just laughed.

Bishop came up to you and put a headset on you. “Not the pep talk I was expecting, but it got the job done.” You nudge his shoulder and watched the team get a down. “What can I say? My mama ain’t raise no bitch.”

Bishop chuckled as the two of you watch Angel get the most yards he has in the entire game, making victory that much closer. He turned around and hugged you. “And maybe Angel is right. I might need you on my coaching staff.”

“Let’s get this W first and then we can talk about my salary.” You nudged Bishop’s shoulder.

There were 30 yards and one down left. They really needed a Hail Mary.

The whistle blew and for a moment you thought that Coco was about to get sacked, but the ball left his hands before they got to him. It was over. Coco overthrew the ball, there was no way Angel could catch it. You couldn’t watch this, it was making you too anxious. But then you heard the screams and you removed your fingers from your face. Angel caught the ball! He caught the freaking ball and was almost at the endzone with no one behind.

“AND THAT’S GAME LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!” The announcer informed over the intercom. “ANGEL REYES MAKES THE COMEBACK OF THE YEAR AND LEADS HIS TEAM TO THE GAME WINNING TOUCHDOWN AND TO THE PLAYOFFFS!”

Caught up in the commotion you were jumping around with the team on the sidelines, but suddenly you were lifted off the ground. “Oh my god, we did it!” Angel spun you around. “Don’t you mean you did it?” You giggled as Angel set you down on your feet. “Nah, mi dulce, we did it. I wouldn’t have been able to do this without you.” Angel kissed you on the cheek, but then he was pulled away for a post-game interview.

Gilly came up to you and wrapped his sweaty arm around your shoulder. “Get ready?”

“For what?” You arched an eyebrow at him. “To become the hottest commodity in sports history.” Then he left to join his teammates, leaving you to contemplate the next step of your career.

After the game, Angel made you go out and celebrate with the team. He claimed you were just as important to their success, even though you insisted you had nothing to do with it.

Man, these dudes can drink. “Slow down, Angel. Its not off-season.” You took his beer and finished it for him. Angel just sat back and smiled at you. “You’re right, let’s go.”

“Let me go to the restroom real quick.” You hopped up and ran to the ladies’ room. His friends gave him knowing smirks. “Cut it out.” He pointed to them.

“Nah, its not like that. We’re proud of you ‘mano. She’s a good one.” Coco smiled as you came back up to the VIP section.  

Angel couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as you came up the stairs. The heels made your legs seem longer, the shorts made your ass look extra delectable, and the crop top bralette made it hard for him to keep his eyes off your cleavage. “Ready?”

“Yeah, lets go querida.” Angel took your hand and led you down the stairs to the rideshare pickup spot.

“You ordered the Uber yet?”

“Nah, I got something better.” He led you a couple of feet down to his motorcycle. “For real?” You squealed. “Yeah, I thought we go get some ice cream and then I’ll take you for a ride.”

Jumping up and down, you hugged Angel and kissed his cheek. “Oh my god, thank you! You’re the best!” Angel snapped the extra helmet on your head. “It’s the least you deserve. C’mon, hop on.”

Giddily you got on behind Angel, but you were tentative about wrapping your arms around him tightly. Already being pressed up against him was tantalizing enough. “You’re really gonna fall off if you hold onto me like that. Hold on tighter.” At his insistence, you followed his directions. “Good girl.” He said as he revved up his bike.

It was everything you wanted and more. The wind wiping through your hair, the zipping in and out of lanes, and the vibration of the bike underneath you.

Once, Angel got the ice cream, he took you to his favorite spot in the city. It was the biggest hill overlooking the city and also a well-known makeout spot for kids.

“Cloud 9, huh?” You lifted your eyebrow to him as you went to sit on the big rock out there. “Don’t think you’re gonna get lucky mister.” Angel chuckled and lifted his hands in surrender. “Never. My attentions are pure. Its all in my name.”

Kissing your teeth, you lightly shoved him. “Boy, you are far from an Angel according to the blogs.”

“What do the blogs say?” He asked lowly, taking his ice cream cup from you. “According to them you are exceptionally blessed and your tongue isn’t just used for talking.” Angel had a shit-eating grin, but you just had to wipe it off his face. “But I think its all bullshit.” You smiled at his dropped jaw and wiggled in your seat to celebrate for catching him off-guard.

Angel invaded your space and whispered against your skin. “You could always find out for yourself.” Nervously, you began laughing and mushed Angel in his face. He had to be joking.

Sensing your uneasiness, Angel changed the topic. “So, all this time together and I’ve never asked you how you got into physical therapy.”

“Oh, easy! My dad was a war vet and on his last tour he got seriously injured. Man, when I found out I buried my head in books looking for a treatment plan. His PT asked me more than once if I wanted his job. And the rest was history and now I’m working at the VA.”

“Wow, you sure you’re not the angel?” Could you get any better, he thought. Opposite of Adelita, your kindness didn’t come with stipulations. You gave with expecting nothing in return.  

“Mmm, maybe,” you stretched out your body and yawned. “Sleepy, cariño?” He brushed back some of your hair. “Noooo,” you yawned out.

Angel took your ice cream cup and threw it in the trash. “Yes, you are, sleepyhead. Let’s go home.” You allowed Angel to move your body however he pleased. The tiredness was already seeping throughout your body. “Hold on tight. I’ll have us home in no time.”

Racing down the street Angel got you home quickly, though you weren’t as tired as you were earlier. The wind whipping you in the face woke you up some more.

“Thank you for tonight, Angel. Everything was perfect.” You didn’t know if it was the sleepiness, the alcohol, or just the heat of the moment, but whatever it was it led you to kiss Angel. It only lasted for a couple of seconds but as soon as you tried to back away he pulled you back in for a much longer, much more passionate kiss. “Come to bed with me,” he sorta asked, sorta ordered you once he let you up for air.

You nodded at him and he picked you up. “Angel, put me down! You’re gonna hurt yourself going up these stairs while carrying me.” Angel stopped mid-stride and tilted your chin to get a good look at you. “I don’t know what type of dudes you messed with before, but I ain’t them. I can handle of this,” he smacked your backside making you yelp. “Entiendes?”

“Mmhmm,” you nodded, nuzzling your face in his neck. Angel finished his trek to his room and laid you on his bed. Leaning back on you elbows, you appreciated Angel’s look for the night. He wore a simple black tee with ripped black jeans, but the pièce de resistance was his chain. There was something about it that made you hungrier for him. “Keep the chain on,” you meekly ordered him while he was taking off his clothes.

The corner of his mouth quirked up as he crawled over your body. “Yeah? You like it?” You nodded your head and bent down to kiss you while his hands slithered to your shorts to undo them. His fingers slid down your panties and right into your weeping core. “Shit, this all for me baby?”

“Yesss,” you mewled, your legs already thrashing against the bed. “How long has it been, querida? It’s a struggle to get two fingers in.”

You shook your head no, too embarrassed to tell him the truth. “Tell me.” He nipped at your chin. “Or you don’t get to cum and I wanna make you cum, pretty baby.” Angel stopped his fingers, even though he desperately wanted to continue.

“Please Angel,” you ran your fingers up and down his back. “Nah, baby. You gotta tell me first,” he kissed your pulse point. “Alright, you huffed, “three years.”

“See it wasn’t that hard.” Angel began his ministrations again. “We got three years to make up for.” The rough pad of his thumb found your clit and he began rubbing little circles.

“Angel.” You cried out and held onto his wrist. “God, you’re beautiful. You think you can handle another finger?”

It slipped out before you noticed. “Yes daddy.” Angel eyes darkened and he crashed his lips into yours, swallowing your cries. “Fuck, you’re gripping me so tight. Daddy’s gonna fuck this little pussy up.”

The delicious stretch from his fingers and the never ending assault on your clit had you on cloud nine. “Daddy, I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered, circling your hips. “Cum then.” Angel pressed all three fingers against your walls, triggering a white hit explosion you never felt in your entire life.

“Suck ‘em.” Angel tapped his fingers against your lips. Opening them up, you took them in your mouth catching a hint of metal due to his rings. You swore you tasted better on his fingers than on yours.

“Take off your top.” As you did what Angel said, he slid your shorts and panties off.  While he took off your heels, he kissed the inside of your ankle. “I can’t wait to have this dangling in the air.” He fingered your anklet.

Pushing your knees to your chest, Angel slid down your body. He took a deep inhale of your pussy, committing your scent to memory.

The first lick was a little tentative, like he was sampling the goods first . But after a couple more swipes, he had your whole clit in his mouth making you go crazy. “Mi dulce, you just became my favorite meal.”

The combination of Angel’s tongue on your bundle of nerves and his fingers sliding in and out of you was maddening. “Oh no, not another one.” You said to no one in particular. Angel chuckled with your clit still in his mouth. “Oh yes, another one.”

Grabbing onto his raven locks, you tried to pull him up, but he hunkered down instead, Angel wrapped his hands around your hips and pinned you down, diving deeper into your folds. “Fuck Angel! I’m I’m I’m,” it felt like a dam broke as your orgasm overcame you.

Then the damn demon wouldn’t let you go. Angel continued to eat you out even though you already came and was beating down on his back.

Finally Angel came back up for some air and the sight before you was beautiful. His beard was glistening all because of you. Your essence was dripping all over his beard.

“Give me a taste, daddy.” You ordered Angel, crooking your finger. “As you wish.” Angel came up and kissed you. Your tongue swiped at the seam of his mouth. Angel complied with your silent order and opened his mouth, where you and him fought for dominance.

Keeping Angel focused, your hands traveled to his boxers, setting his dick free. “Oh my!” Just from the feel of it, you could tell Angel was hung. Guess those blogs were right. “Are you gonna fit, daddy?”

Angel laughed and reached out for a condom. Slipping on the condom, Angel tapped his dick against your clique. “Ohh, he’s gonna fit.”

Feeling confident that he gathered enough lubrication to slide in. “Fuck, mami, you’re tight.” Angel bent down to swallow your whimpers. As hard as it was for him not to cum, the pain had to be worse for you.

“I’m not hurting you, am I baby?” Angel didn’t dare to begin to move once he was fully seated. “No. I need you to give it to me, Angel.”

Angel pecked your lips and sat up on his arms with his hands on your hips. “This pussy is mines now! You ain’t going nowhere after this.”

He began brutally snapping his hips into yours while singing your praises. ‘Cum on my cock, pretty baby.’ ‘You make the cutest sounds while I’m beating this pretty pussy up.’ ‘You look so beautiful coming on my dick.’

Angel intertwined his fingers with yours and nipped at your lips. “Angel please let me cum.” He took your bottom lip and dragged it it in between his teeth.   “Not until you tell me whose pussy this is.”

“Mines,” you gasped as he hit a new spot. “I knew there was a little brat in there.” Angel wrapped his free hand around your throat. His cool rings starkly contrasted the heat emitting from your body. “You like that shit, huh?” Angel commented when he felt you clench around him after he put his hand on your neck.

“Whose. Pussy. Is. This?” Angel growled, punctuating each word with a harsh thrust. “Damn it, yours Angel! It’s all yours!” You scratched down his back.

“Damn right it is,” he bit on your shoulder. “Cum on daddy’s dick, pretty girl.”

Throwing your head back, arching your back you let the orgasm wash over you. “Angel,” you screamed clutching onto him. “I’m right here, baby.” He kissed you all over face, letting you know he was right there with you.

“Shit,” Angel groaned, his strokes began to get sloppy. “I’m gonna cum, baby. Where do you want it?”

“In my mouth.” You just had to get a taste of him, especially since he already knew what you tasted like.

Quickly both of you got off the bed. You on your knees and Angel hovering over you. Throwing the condom off, he began stroking his veiny masterpiece he called a dick. “You’re gonna look so pretty with my cum all over your face.” Angel stroked your cheek lovingly like he wasn’t just about to paint your face with his load.

Out of nowhere, you got jealous of Angel’s hand and instead of letting him jerk himself off to completion, you wrapped your mouth around his dick. “Oh shit,” Angel moaned, throwing his head back. “Keep sucking Daddy’s dick like that.” He buried his hands in your hair as he tried his hardest not to fuck your face.

“Aww fuck, I’m gonna, I’m gonna, shit!” Angel exploded in your mouth, making you take every drop. But you didn’t stop after that, you kept sucking and swiping across his tip. Angel had to push your head back to get you to stop. “Think that’s funny?”

Wiping the corners of your mouth you smiled up at him. “Yeah.”

“Nasty bitch,” Angel pulled you up by the hair and kissed you, loving the taste of himself on your tongue. “So, did I live up to the blogs?”

“Hmmm, I don’t know. I need to conduct further research.” Angel pushed you back onto the bed. “That can be arranged.” He smiled as he climbed back on top of you to ensure he blew past your expectations.

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[birdwonder]

I just saw your body swap HCs for the Bucciarati gang, so could I request one for the Crusaders? I also heard about your computer troubles, so if it’s too long and rage inducing I apologize. (Hope you can get your computer fixed) (also found out I could use emojis thanks to you!)🃏

|| sorry for the late response ! thanks for the concern, jester/joker ( whatever shall i call you? ) btw !

Original Post + TW : comedic, very light nsfw 

Star Dust Crusaders | Bodyswap Headcanons

Jotaro Kujo

- The two of you were heading out to buy some cold beverages when you were hit with the stand attack that wasn’t even all that surprising seeing as Dio had sent non-stop, relentless attacks against you all ever since your journey had began. What was surprising was the stand’s effects however.

- When you staggered backwards, you had unfortunately hit your head against a stop street sign that hurt more than you wanted to admit. There was some shock though, as you hadn’t bashed against the pole of the sign but the actual image it displayed it’s self - something you were sure you were too short to reach. “How the hell?” You muttered to yourself while rubbing the back of your hair, pausing when you realised how freakishly different your hair felt. Not to mention, when you looked down, those were definitely not your clothes. 

- “You tell me.” A voice- Your voice responded, your own eyes glaring at you yet from a much lower angle. Shit, you were tall. Or, was this body tall? If you had to guess by your fashion, height and the fact you could see yourself and not Jotaro; well the dots were easy to connect.

- “Fuck, I’m you!” “No shit.” “Why the hell are you so god damn tall?” “That’s your issue?”

- “Ugh, suck my dick.” You groaned at his tone, already hating the situation. A guy was in your body and though you knew Jotaro wasn’t the shifty type, it was still uncomfortable to think about. 

- “Don’t you mean my dick?”

- Ah, he shouldn’t have said that. The two of you both stared at each other in awkward silence, Jotaro visibly regretting what he had let slip and you, slowly starting to laugh. Your laughter was a strange sound seeing as it sounded way deeper than your original one. This must be what Jotaro sounded like when he laughed … it was nice.

- Jokingly, you wagged your brows, “does this mean you want me to whip it out?” If it wasn’t your face, you’d die of laughter at the distraught Jotaro showed, followed with a hint of fluster.

Noriaki Kakyoin 

- “Now, don’t freak out,” Kakyoin tried to soothe, hands holding out to stop you from doing anything rash which didn’t work too well when even he was panicking internally. After all, the one he had to comfort had his face.

- “There’s no way I can’t, I’m… I’m you! You’re me!” Of all the times to be in a stand user’s way, why did it have to be this one ? And w h y did this weird strand of hair keep getting into your mouth?! Seriously, how does Kakyoin manage to look so cool with this pest in his face all the time?

- That wasn’t the only problem though, no. You just had to swap bodies with someone you not only thought of as cool and amazing, but freakishly handsome too. Yet you were convinced you were anything but that. Bending down, you took hold of the jacket on your body, one that Kakyoin’s mind was currently in. “What are you doing?” He asked with a confused look, watching you zip up the jacket which was horribly confusing since he had to watch his own hands fix a jacket that wasn’t even his own.

- “Zipping your- my jacket! Just don’t pay too much attention to me, ok? I’m such a mess,” you mumbled, fumbling with the zipper. Gah, you weren’t used to having such long and thin fingers. Kakyoin in return narrowed his brows, his temporarily smaller hands going over your’s. 

- “Don’t start with that [First Name], you’re perfect the way you are. How we look is not our biggest problem anyways, we need to find that stand user and quick.” As much as you didn’t want to say it, he was right. You couldn’t focus on this, not when you didn’t know how permanent this situation could be. Nodding, you agreed.

- Kakyoin then smiled, a hand placing it’s self on your shoulder. [He died a little inside when he realised he had to go on his tip toes to do this.] “Come on, after all this I’ll treat us to something nice.”

Joseph Joestar

- “OH MY GO-” Joseph tried to yell but stopped abruptly when he realised how horribly strange it sounded in your voice. Of all the days you both agreed to team up, this had to be the one.

- While he was panicking in your body, you were staring at yourself in a mirror’s reflection, flexing your arm with an interested look. The way his muscles tensed and relaxed was way too good not to admire, not when his short sleeves left little to the imagination. Even for his age, this man seriously looked good and you couldn’t even try to hide that thought from him; so you didn’t. With a low whistle, you found a new pose to show off the Joestar’s muscles in, “not bad, old man. Guess you don’t skip gym day even on a retirement plan.”

- Joseph had to double take at your comment. “I’m not that old, and I sure as hell am not retiring anytime soon!” He argued, huffing before storming up to you and shoving you away from the mirror. Admittedly, he was pleasantly surprised by your praise to his physique and it really did get to his head, “you can stare all you want at my body later when we’re not facing serious danger, just get a move on now!”

- Raising a brow at the comment, you smirked to yourself as you watched your own body try to push the one you were in currently. Wonder how it felt for him. The guy would probably get a kick out of it if he just let him relax like you were. “Is that a promise? ‘Cause you can have front row tickets to your own show if you really want, Mr Joestar.” You cooed, dropping a formal title as though you weren’t suggesting something incredibly personal at all. At least it got a good reaction out of him, seeing as he paused his efforts to get you moving to stare at you with surprise. This then made you laugh, a gloved finger then moving to gently press his nose to pull him out of his dazed state. “Just kidding, pervert.”

- After that, you started to walk off ahead of him as he tried to collect his thoughts, his final reaction leaving him grumbling over what a damn tease you are and that there was no way he’d settle for the treatment you had just given him.

Mohammed Avdol

- Neither of you were too panicked by the situation thankfully, but there was still an awkwardness between you. Luckily, neither of you were the type to get too handsy and experimental with your comrade’s body so there was a strong bond of trust.  

- “Doesn’t all this clothing get uncomfortable in the heat?” You questioned while on your search for the stand user, making a gesture to his body which was your’s for the time being. It was insanely hot and though you were sure you had a little bit of his endurance, the heat was agonising. “Even your stand uses fire! Doesn’t it bother you at all?”

- Avdol chuckled in response to that, his laugh not being nearly as satisfying and fun to hear as it sounded more like you than the man himself. Shaking his head, he answered casually, “I don’t mind much at all. I was raised in the heat and when you are brought up like that, you grow accustomed to it. Magician’s Red’s ability doesn’t affect me at all either, seeing as he is my stand.” He enjoyed answering your many questions you always seemed to have for him, it made him feel wise and secretly savoured every second the two of you spent alone together. Not only were you good company, but you were deeply treasured in his heart. That was something for another day however.

- “Really?” You were surprised that he could stand this at all. It was already becoming bothersome for you. Instinctively, you took a hold of the bottom of his shirt and pulled it forwards and backwards to make some air flow across your stomach and chest. While doing so, you looked down for a split second to really take in the fact that you were in a whole other person’s body and your breath hitched at the short glimpse you had of his chest. You knew this man was healthy but you had no idea he was that fit. Wasn’t he like a semi-pacifist sorta guy?!

- Your sudden silence had concerned Avdol, leading him to questioning you. “Are you alright, [First Name]?” He was too much of a sweetheart to be real. You forced a smile and nodded, humming a happy reply. The best you could do really when you were too ashamed and surprised that you had seen the body of a god. 

- “Yeah I’m alright! Just checking out the hot body I mean weather! It’s like… really hot. So let’s find the stand user soon so I can feel cool again, haha!” Totally played it off well. Avdol seemed skeptical but he moved on, nodding in agreement with a determined look. You two really did have a goal to complete and fast.

- Even so, he knew what you had done and found it incredibly adorable how worked up it had got you.

Jean Pierre Polnareff

- The moment the shock of your minds switching bodies had subsided, Polanreff’s prioritises had gotten a little jumbled. His arms wrapped around his body, which really meant your’s, caressing each curve and swayed side to side with a dreamy expression. In fairness, he did feel like he was in a dream. He was in your body! It was so soft and perfect and whooo, did he mention soft? This chest was made for loving and supporting a head, and Polnareff was seriously looking for a pillow.

- “Ma cherie, you’re just so gorgeous! You’re so wicked to have kept this from me all this time,” he exaggeratedly complained while his hands still roamed his new, greatly admired body. You on the other hand, were a blushing mess who was trying to get him to stop.

- “Polnareff, please! We need to get going,” you insisted, trying to pull his arms away as you shut your eyes tight to avoid seeing his actions. One pro side of being in his body was adopting his incredible strength. 

- “Ah, oui, we shall go! But please, I need to let you know there is no way I can pass up on admiring this.” Oh please someone stop him now. “I mean, have you seen this rump?” Almost screeching, you slapped a hand over his lips and shook your head quickly with a stressed look. You were going to die of shame before any of Dio’s henchmen or women would even get to your first.

- He stared up at you with confusion before finally letting it sink in just how crude he was being. It wasn’t like he whole heartedly meant to! He just really appreciated your appearance. “Sorry cherie, I suppose I went to far, hm? I just couldn’t help myself.”

- You, unable to stay mad at the french man for longer than even a day, sighed and waved it off, knowing he meant no real harm. “It’s alright but please, we really should try and find a way to revert to our original bodies.”

- “Of course!” He enthusiastically agreed, taking a hold of your hand before starting to march off to whatever direction he so needed to go to - meaning, a random one he picked and prayed for the best. “There’s no way I can truly engross myself with your perfections from a first person’s perspective! As soon as we’re in our bodies, you’ll be showing me everything, cherie!”

- Honestly, you were a little excited by that.

Iggy

- “AAAAAH.” “woof.” “AAAAH” “wOOF?!” “AAAAAA-” “WOOOOO-”

- mother fucker you are a dOG.

[baby-grayson]

Kind Stranger| GBD

Word Count: 2.8k (teeny tiny) Trigger Warning: quarantine talk A/N: This is my first fic post ever! Please let me know what you think about this little teaser. Please please give me feedback about if I should keep going or if I can improve at all!!

The saltwater hit his tongue sharply. His body fell alongside his board in the water. While his feet met the ground again, he quickly scooped up the wayward board before it floated too far away. Arriving back on the shore, he dug the bottom of the board into the heavy, wet sand. He sat next to it, the tide kissing his feet and bare legs as it danced along the shore. He took a deep breath. He was at peace.

Grayson Dolan didn’t feel peace often: at least, not lately. The past two years had been one chaotic haze after another. Moving into a house in LA. Being on Fear Factor. Having his first stalker. Being there to watch his father pass. Starting a fragrance company. Erupting into a workaholic pattern of self-destruction to avoid dealing with the emotions of his father’s death. Announcing to his over 10million fans that he and Ethan had reached their last emotional string and needed to pursue a life that was happiest for them, including projects that pushed them as creators.

The creative projects were as scary and dizzying as they were exciting. He and Ethan traveled across the country in a custom van. They explored the Australian wilderness. They started a podcast with their friend, Ryan, to introduce the real, mature versions of themselves to the internet. Grayson had a small black notebook in his bottom left desk drawer with project ideas and timelines for the year.

But that notebook became pointless when the pandemic hit. He and Ethan were in the process of finding a new house after an incident with an unhealthily obsessed fan when the shelter in place orders hit. The first month was unstable; no one should have to move to a new house in the middle of a pandemic. But the craziness subsided eventually, Grayson and Ethan found a home to call their own for the first time in their lives. After living in close quarters during construction left them at each other’s throats, they found a rental in Malibu to live out the rest of their quarantine days. Periodically, the visited their mother in New Jersey.

Visiting New Jersey did not exactly follow the CDC guidelines. Grayson quelled the risk in his heart with the importance of his mother. If she wasn’t working and he and Ethan only ever saw each other, how dangerous could it really be? Besides, his mother needed him. After the death of his father, his mother was left alone in their house in rural New Jersey. She had nothing but the memories of buying the home, bringing home two twin baby boys, teaching her daughter how to ride a bike, and having tough conversations about her sons’ dreams… Yeah, she needed him. Grayson decided. Grayson still held guilt from not spending enough time with his mother after his father passed. He loved her more than anything, and in a deep place, a place so deep that he didn’t dare think on often, he would never forgive himself for not being there for her in the weeks following his father’s passing.

He thought of her often: like on this beach in Malibu. He thought of how she’d love to pull up a beach chair and enjoy a Mojito while soaking up the sun. The image almost made him chuckle. For a short second, he pictured Ethan and Cameron there with her. Cameron would pull up a beach chair next to their mother, blasting her latest musical obsession from a stereo. Ethan would try to surf, but eventually his more whimsical tendencies would give out and he’d try building the biggest sandcastle a 20-year-old man child could muster.

Grayson chuckled to himself, he buried his hands in the sand at his sides. He played with it in his palms, feeling the fine granules pass over his coarse skin. A thousand little diamonds slowly withering away at a firm and precise exterior. He was also reminded of his mother constantly telling him to exfoliate his callouses from building.

This was Grayson mid-pandemic. The mess of finding a house passed. The initial marvel of staying busy inside the house passed. Hell, even the wonder of cutting his home-grown mullet had passed. Now, he and Ethan traded turns being the more bored twin. Ethan had re-watched Stranger Things about 10 times by now. Grayson spent his days working out, following his regimented daily routine to soon reach a Planche Hold. Occasionally, one of them would reach a deeper state of boredom and go to bother the other twin. They would go to bed and rehearse the routine again the next day.

Unfortunately for Grayson, Ethan slept like the dead. His twin brother usually slept until 11:00 AM; the pandemic had pushed that to a firm 1:00PM. His brother’s sleeping beauty impression left Grayson with nearly half a day to himself. Grayson made a ritual out of going surfing. The beach was secluded enough to not require the precautionary thinking of masks and hygiene in a pandemic. It was just Grayson, his board, and the ocean. He spent his alone time thinking of the important people in his life. In some ways, this pandemic was almost a good thing for him. He spent last year moving too fast among emotions he was too immature to process on his own. This year the world forced him to move too slow in an attempt to let his mind and heart catch up to the rest of his life. His introspective moments on the sand and sea were his own to experience and process alone. Except today.

She looked down at him and smiled, “Good Morning”

His lips turned up softly, “Morning”

He watched as she walked away: a long, dark ponytail fluttering in the wind over a flowy, white sundress sundress with a small, leather purse hanging at her hip. Grayson leaned back on his palms when he noticed something. Her footprints weren’t even. In the sand, one foot was about two inches deeper than the other. He furrowed his brow, pondering it for a second before shaking his head. He dipped his hands in the water and wet his newly cropped haircut. He was seeing things, probably swallowing too much salt. He grabbed his board and headed up shore to his van.

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He wouldn’t have recognized her without the hair. The next day, he was paddling back to shore on his board when she walked by. He could make out her long, dark hair against the pale, sandy background. He squinted: not being able to tell if she was looking back at him. He smiled brightly and outwardly, just in case she could see him. His smile faded in a few seconds. what am I doing? He thought before padding back to shore to make his usually introspective campsite.

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The third day, he was firmly in deep thought about his next tattoo when she walked by. They made eye contact as they flashed each other warm, but polite, smiles. “Good Morning” “Good Morning”.

This secluded little beach not his own anymore. He shared it with a kind stranger. She was a silent reminder that the world continued to turn outside of his fast-paced, modern, social media based lifestyle. Okay he thought maybe I’m being a bit deep …but it’s nice to have someone else around I guess.  

Their routine played for two weeks. She would walk by Grayson, either as he was coming to land again or paddling his way back to shore. They exchanged greetings and smiles as they passed. By the time she turned around and walked back to her car again, Grayson was gone.  Sometimes she saw the imprint of him in the sand when he was gone and thought about him when he wasn’t there. For a few minutes, she would muse to herself about his name. Sterling? No too Disney. Lance? No too King Arthur. William? No too Royal Family.

Occasionally, Grayson would think back to her outside of his beach visits. Maybe he passed a girl with long, dark hair in the grocery store, or maybe he saw someone about her size on the other side of a parking lot, he would catch his breath quickly before realizing it wasn’t her. What would I even say? Are we friends? She probably doesn’t remember what I look like. Why do I care? That last one got him.

Why did he care? Sure, he thought, she was pretty. She seemed nice, well okay her Good Mornings sound nice…nicest he’d heard in a while considering the only other person who wished him a good morning was Ethan. Maybe that was just it, he was spending too much time by himself or with Ethan. Ethan and Grayson had been quarantined together for almost four months now. The only other people he had seen was his mother, sister, and friend Ryan. When you only speak to 4 other people face to face for four months, the girl on the beach was a contender for one of his closest friends. The thought settled well in his brain, rationalizing his anxieties about seeing her in public.

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About two weeks later, on a Tuesday morning, the sky was grey as the sun hid behind the clouds; the ocean water was unusually murky with dense foam. Grayson’s head must have been in the grey clouds because his usual surfing excursion left him tumbling around in the water more than usual. He started back for the shore earlier than usual, sensing that today was simply not his day. When the water reached his chest, Grayson started to walk upright in the water while dragging his board behind him. Not a few seconds later, he felt a sharp pain stab the outer edge of his left foot. “FUCK”, he swore out loud and gasped. The saltwater heightened the pain as he continued to trudge through the water.

He arrived on shore and noticed a jagged, long cut along the side of his right foot. The saltwater washed away the blood seeping through the wound: all that was left was a deep, slender slice taken out of the side of his foot. He tossed his board down, not bothering to dig it into the sand. He sat on the waters edge, trying to wash the sand out of the wound but wincing when the salt returned with its pointed sting. He groaned softly to himself.

I can’t walk back to the car like this, he thought to himself.

He threw his head back, frustrated with the situation. Frustrated with how he might have scratched his board on a rock from tossing it down. Frustrated from the deep wound spewing blood from his foot. Frustrated with his loneliness. Frustrated with the pandemic. Frustrated with his career. It all lead him here: sitting on a beach, more than half naked, with a bloody foot and a bruised ego. He sighed out loud and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Are you okay?”

Grayson nearly jumped, not because she was mean or aggressive but because he was having his internal meltdown under the impression that he was alone. He forgot about his little beach friend. Her brow furrowed softly, oh shit I should say something. 

“Yeah, I uhh I just got cut up is all” Grayson waived his injured foot softly from where it lay.

She hesitated for a second, neither of them was wearing a mask. Surely Dr. Fauci would approve of her helping a lone stranger who was in pain. She ignored the premonition, figuring that she wouldn’t be seeing anyone else soon anyway but remembering to put a mask in her purse for any future first aid incidents.

“Do you need a hand?” Her eyes were kind and caring, a deep brown that looked nearly gold in the grey light of that Tuesday morning. Grayson found himself looking at her, really looking at her for the first time since they started sharing the beach. She did not notice Grayson’s awkward gawk getting the best of him. She bent her head down, her eyes leaving Grayson’s gaze to search her purse for something. Grayson realized how small she was, probably only 5 feet tall and slender framed underneath her T-shirt and shorts. She unearthed a small, white package from within her purse. “Bandaid?” she offered, holding it out to him.

“Yeah that’d be great,” Grayson nodded softly and took the package from her. He looked from the white box to his cut and his muscles tensed up, unsure of where to start. He looked up at her, his brown eyes wide with uncertainty. She smiled softly at him, reassuring that frustrated place in his heart slightly. “Want some help?”, she was already kneeling down before he could start nodding.

Grayson slipped the white bandage box into her small palm as she started wiping away the larger pieces of sand around the cut. “You think it could get infected?” he asked, “By something in the water?”

She laid a piece of gauze over his cut as she shook her head. “No, the salt in the water would act as an electrolyte to dehydrate the phospholipid bilayer of any aquatic bacteria before it even got in.” He felt his eyebrows raise. She wrapped his foot in a larger bandage before adding, “uh I mean… it’s salt water, so you’ll be fine…..how did you do this anyway?”

“I must’ve stepped on a rock coming out of the water,” Grayson coolly forgot to mention his earlier debacle of looking like a Saint Bernard on a surfboard.

“If a big guy like you can get taken down by a rock, I have no chance in this world,” she remarked while standing up and putting the box back in her purse.  Grayson laughed out loud with a wide smile. Her joke wasn’t even that funny, but it had been so long since he heard someone make a joke besides Ethan.

She smiled down at him, “I like the band” she gestured toward the solid black tattoo on his right ankle. “I think I would go with an anklet though,” she added with a soft confidence.”

Grayson tried to stand on the freshly bandage foot, “True but this way I’ll never lose it in the ocean.”

It was her turn to laugh, she flashed a bright smile at him and let out a happy sound. Her laugh died down as Grayson stood up tall: a tanned, muscular Adonis standing before her. “Well um..I’m glad to see you’re doing okay,” she started to step away from him, “See you later.” She smiled before turning away.

“See you later,” Grayson waved goodbye as she turned her back and continued her walk. He stopped himself, why was a grown man waving goodbye in public like a kindergartener at school? He let his hand fall to his side before picking up his board and walking back to his van. He looked down at his foot, I guess Ethan is taking out the trash tonight..and making me dinner. 

On the other side of the beach, she drew in a breath and cursed to herself, shit..I didn’t get his name..

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Grayson returned to the beach the next morning without his board. He decided that getting his bandaged (freshly done and kissed with love by Ethan) foot was too much of a risk. Also, he feared cutting up his good foot with a matching gash. He couldn’t depend on pretty girls with nice eyes to always be there with bandaids.  Instead, he sat down on the sand, letting the water run over his right foot and leg. He held his injured leg in his bicep, folding his knee up to meet his chest. With his free arm, he tried to skip stones in the water from his position on the ground.

He tried his best to enjoy his introspective morning with the ocean, even though he wasn’t in the water.

“I almost didn’t recognize you without your board” she looked down at him from under the visor of a black baseball hat.

He chucked, “Boards don’t pair well with bandaged feet.” He smiled up at her, “Thank you, by the way, for yesterday. I really appreciate it… You didn’t have to do that.”

“It’s no problem….just being a kind stranger,” outwardly, she smiled gently but inwardly she cringed at the awkwardness of her own words. Grayson smiled gently back at her, she can’t have been too awkward if he’s still looking at her right?

“My names Kate”

“I’m Grayson”   A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING! This is the first thing I am ever posting and would really appreciate any feedback you have about whether or not I should keep going. <3 

[flutteringphalanges]

Summary:  Chloe and Lucifer are survivors in a post apocalyptic world trying to make it through life step by step. (The cause is not biblical, but still falls in the canonical universe of the show.)

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A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter and the little goodies within it! Comments are greatly loved and appreciated! (Sorry it’s been a year lol)

                                                 Chapter Five

Fighting one's instinct versus knowledge on the situation at hand was becoming very clear to Chloe as she ventured deeper into the brush and away from Lucifer. Together, the Devil was vulnerable to any injury he received. Yet, as crudely humorous as it was, the same could be said when she was separated from him. Vulnerability. Such a fine skill to hold during the end of the world.

Twigs scraped against the detective's skin as walked as silently as she could. Every time a dead leaf crunch underneath her shoe, the more on edge she became. Despite their remote location, it was never a bad thing to be on the alert for looters. Or worse. These dark times had really turned some into true monsters. The things she'd witness, the stories she'd heard. It was something she tried to never think about, pushed far back to the outer limits of her mind.

Not much further, Chloe. She said to herself. Soon enough you can turn around and go back to Lucifer and-

There came a rustling noise behind her, a very distinct, undeniable sound. Chloe's blood ran cold as she froze in place, mouth completely dry. It came again, closer now. Heart pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears, she tried to decipher the sound. Human? Animal? Before the next foot fall, the detective began to sprint.

Noise seemed to come from every direction as Chloe ran blindly through the dying forest. Blood pumping, breathing ragged, she kept going and going as what she could only presume was her hunter closing in on its prey. Just as she thought her limbs couldn't move any faster, someone grabbed her from behind.

"Detective," Lucifer tried to steady Chloe as she struggled against him, still in a state of defense. "Detective, it's just me. It's Lucifer."

"Something," she swallowed thickly, gasping for air as she pointed behind her. "Something-"

"It's alright," he soothed, letting her lean into him. "It was just a deer."

There, standing a few hundred feet away from them, Chloe could just make out the body of a doe. The creature seemed to meet her gaze, dark eyes staring back curiously. How odd it was to see such a thing out in this wasteland. A forest once teeming with life now stripped of its beauty. How the animal had survived this long, she wasn't sure. Before she could even make a remark, the deer bounded off, leaving both Chloe and Lucifer alone once more.

Embarrassment flushed in her cheeks as the adrenaline faded away. Months ago, or however long it'd been, she'd gone for her gun first. Fight versus flight. But just then, her gut reaction was to run. Flee into the uncharted woods and into a trap for all she knew. She was exhausted, strained from their days trekking through the wilderness. Sometimes it even surprised her that her sanity had somewhat remained intact.

"Shit!" She cursed, breaking away from Lucifer. Her foot connected with a small stone, sending it flying into the base of a tree. "I could've just gotten us both killed. If it had been...if I had…"

"Technically, you could claim that I was at fault since I'm the reason we're down here in the first place." He gave a tired smile, hoping she'd take to his crude attempt at humor. She didn't. "Everything's fine now," he reassured, moving to her side. "We're okay and that's what's important." Lucifer dangled his leg in front of her. "Good as new!"

Chloe's mouth twitched into a small smile, her head shaking at the gesture. Optimism at its finest. Inhaling softly, she reached over and gave his hand a small squeeze. The Devil's eyes flickered down to her fingers before flashing up to meet her gaze.

"No more injuries," she murmured, her smile weary.

"None," he agreed.

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Even though she was expecting it, the sound of shattering glass still startled her as Chloe watched Nate ram a rock straight into the vending machine. It took a couple good strikes, and while she knew Lucifer could easily do it in one with his fist, she didn't feel the need to explain her partner's true nature to their group. So she waited hungrily, the desire to eat overpowering the guilt of stealing.

"Hell yeah," the young man chuckled, lunging straight for a bag of cheese puffs. "I love these damn things!"

But before Nate could even open his beloved prize, Lucifer quickly snatched it from his grasp. The man reeled around, a look of pure resentment burning in his eyes as the Devil held it just out of his grasp. Unlike him, the others had not immediately gone into a frenzy for the food. While each one of them wanted nothing more than to dig into whatever the machine offered, it was a silent agreement some sort of rules needed to be set in place.

"Give. That. Back." Nate growled, trying in desperation to retrieve his meal. "That's mine. I earned it!"

"Ha," Lucifer snorted, clearly amused by the other man's desperation. "If anything, you've earned yourself a first class ticket to Hell-"

"We need to ration," Chloe interrupted, throwing her partner a look. "Despite our luck in finding this before someone else, we need to figure out how to divide this to last." Her eyes flickered to the vandalized machine and the junk food it held. "Not that candy and chips are the best form of nutrition."

Though the machine was far from empty, it clearly hadn't been refilled before the chaos hit. Off brand chips, some chocolate bars of various kinds, gummies that looked a little stale even from where Chloe was standing, and a few packs of gum. That was it. Empty calories that would cause them to crash and burn energy. But it was all they had and anything was better than nothing.

"Come on," Nate groaned. "We've had barely anything to eat in the past several days. I'm starving. We all are!" He wildly gestured to the others. "What's one bag of chips going to do?"

"I'm with Chloe," Ruth spoke up, moving to the detective's side. "We need to have a plan. If we're going to make it far." She swallowed, her shoulders rising as she inhaled. "Before we turn on each other."

"You have my vote," Charlie agreed, throwing Nate a cold look. "Sometimes you have to sacrifice to get things done."

"Mine too," Kate added, her eyes focused on the ground. "It's for the best, I think."

All eyes fell on Lucifer, who, still holding the chips, simply shrugged. "You know whose side I'm always on." Chloe's smile only deepened Nate's scowl. "Especially when it comes to crisp eating pricks-"

"It's settled then," the detective cut in before Lucifer could finish. "We split things up. Divide and conquer." With a small smile, she reached in and grabbed a bag of old gummies. "So how do we go about this?"

After much debate, mostly on Nate's part, the snacks were gathered and split up. They had a good few days worth of "meals" if one would call them that. Chloe's stomach was already twisting at the look of all the sweets. It wasn't that she didn't like sugary foods-she really did, but for however long it would last, that's what her diet would consist of.

"Eat."

The detective was pulled from her thoughts as Lucifer continually poked at her with a chocolate bar. She eyed him carefully before taking the candy and breaking it in half. Handing him his piece, she began to nibble on hers, trying not to cram the entire thing down in one bite. She didn't have to look at the Devil to know he wasn't consuming his.

"Eat your own," she mumbled. "I'm fine."

"I'm not hungry," he countered. "You have it. I don't even like chocolate." Like a child, he obnoxiously poked her with it again. "Quick, it's melting in my hands and I don't want my clothes to get bloody chocolate stains on top of everything else."

Chloe huffed and shook her head. "You're being ridiculous right now, you know that?"

"And you love me for it," he smirked before forcing the treat into her hand. "Now eat, I'll be fine. I'll just have a few extra licorice whips later."

They both knew that it'd be a long while before they'd eat again, but neither spoke up about it. Instead, Chloe just leaned against him feeling his arm wrap around her waist. The wind began to blow, but only silence followed in its wake.

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"Damn mosquitoes!"

Lucifer slapped the back of his neck as they trudged on through the woods. The air was sticky and the heat made Chloe's head spin. Despite the fact they were heading up north, the weather had turned out of their favor. Days had passed since they last saw rain, maybe even weeks. She was too tired, too thirsty to concentrate.

"Hey, hey," she hadn't even realized she was slipping down to the ground before Lucifer grabbed her. "Stay with me, detective. I know it's hotter than Hell, but we have to keep walking. We have to find water, yes?"

Chloe nodded her head weakly, her dry lips smacking together as Lucifer threw her arm around his neck. Weather seemed to be going from one extreme to the next. Maybe it was normal. Maybe it was from the bombs. But she needed to fight through this. Fight to stay alive. Survive for Trixie. For Lucifer.

"You know what I want," her voice slurred as if she was drunk. "A nice, big swimming pool of water that I could drink out of."

"I could go for a few shots of whiskey myself," he added, but a glass of water would be nice too I suppose." He chuckled, but Chloe could hear the worry in his tone. "Tell you what, we survive this and I'll build you the biggest bloody pool in all of Los Angeles."

"And we'll skinny dip," Chloe mumbled deliriously. "It's too hot for clothes."

"Ooh, you are quite the temptress, detective," Lucifer smirked, shifting to carry more of her weight. "I'll hold you to that."

They continued to walk on, Chloe growing more and more out of it as they went. Lucifer fear for her outdid his own concern for his well being as they pressed on. He knew if they didn't find some source of water soon, their outcome wouldn't be so pleasant. If running Hell was still a concern of his, he'd consider making this a torture option.

"Lucifer," Chloe murmured, bringing Lucifer back to reality. "If something happens to me-"

"Stop," he interrupted firmly. "It won't."

"But if it does-"

"It. Won't."

For a brief moment, his eyes flickered a crimson red. Though his anger was not aimed at Chloe. No. Literally at everything but her. As they moved on, almost painfully slow, suddenly the detective's voice broke through the silence.

"Lucifer, look," she nearly rasped. "A house!"

At first, he thought she was hallucinating, her hand shaking as she pointed towards the distance. He was going to ignore her words when his eyes did too catch a glimpse of something past a thicket of trees. By Father, she was right. There was a house. Right in the middle of bloody nowhere. The Devil couldn't contain the grin that spread across his face.

"Why my dear detective, I believe we found something much better than a pool," he breathed, looking down at her. "Much better indeed."

At least, he hoped as much.

[carmenlire]

Higher than the Big Trees Ch. 44

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Taking a picture from the window of the private jet, Alec leans back in his seat as he starts fiddling with filters.

Their flight took off less than an hour ago and as Magnus reads a journal-- one of seven he’d brought along to Alec’s amusement-- Alec posts the picture to Instagram.

It’s obviously taken from a plane with a view overlooking the sunset above the clouds. It’s a pretty cool picture even if it is pedestrian. The caption is unforgivably sentimental but Alec shrugs. He’s entitled, he thinks with a little laugh.

Leaving his phone in his cup holder, Alec leans down and digs out the book he’d thrown into his bag right before leaving. It’s a thriller and from the synopsis, he knows that he’s in for a treat.

Before he can do more than reread the back page, though, the flight attendant is coming over and asking for drinks.

“Just water for me, thanks.” Alec smiles at Selina as she hands him a glass of ice water. She’s flown with him before and is exceedingly good at her job.

Magnus looks up from his journal, raising a brow as he asks, “What are the chances I could get a martini?”

Selina raises a brow right back as she offers, “Vodka or gin?”

Chuckling, Magnus asks for vodka and she returns just a moment later with his glass.

Settling back in his seat, Magnus nudges him with his shoulder. When Alec looks over, Magnus’s eyes are dancing over the rim of his martini as he takes a lingering sip.

“I’ve got to admit, this is nice,” he says. “No security lines, no crying babies or crowded rows of travelers. Be careful, darling, or I’ll get used to this.”

Linking their hands, Alec brings them to rest on his thigh as he sends his boyfriend a droll look. “Traveling is a nightmare under the best of circumstances. Flying internationally? I can’t remember the last time I flew commercial.”

It’s quiet for a moment before Magnus speaks again. “Thanks for taking me on this trip, Alexander. Knowing that I had a few days alone with you after midterms is what kept me sane.”

“It’s as much for me as you,” Alec says with a little grin. “I love travelling but I’m usually by myself or with the crew during tour. Plus, I’ve been working on my album so much that I could use a break, too.”

Magnus laughs. “Well, you certainly weren’t too busy to plan this trip. I’m still afraid that I don’t quite know what I’ve gotten myself into.”

“I was shocked that you let me have carte blanche.”

Leaning into his side, Magnus burrows deeper as Alec lifts an arm to wrap around his shoulders. “You seemed excited at the prospect of planning everything. I was pleasantly surprised when you chose Florence, though. I’ve always enjoyed Italy but I’ve never been to Tuscany.”

“I thought it might be nice to go someplace neither of us had been yet. You know, getting to explore the same city for the first time together? That sounds pretty damn nice.”

Magnus’s voice is soft as he lifts their joined hands up to his lips for a quick kiss across Alec’s knuckles. “You know what? It really does, darling.”

The two of them spend the next couple of hours reading and listening to music through their respective headphones. Magnus scours the latest issue of The Public Historian and Alec has to gently yet insistently pull the magazine away from him halfway through the flight.

Magnus glares at him with little heat and Alec just laughs as he urges him to stand up.

“C’mon,” he says. “We’re landing early in the morning, Florence time, and we need to sleep now if we want to beat jet lag.”

Sighing heavily, Magnus stands and follows Alec to the back room. “I was in the middle of a particularly engrossing article about Australian Aboriginal picture archives.”

“It’ll still be there tomorrow,” Alec says easily as he closes the door that separates the bed from the rest of the cabin.

Their bags are on luggage racks and while Alec just falls into bed, Magnus changes out of his day clothes into a tank and sweatpants. They’d left right after Magnus’s last class this afternoon and Magnus moans a little as he slides in between the sheets.

“God, this feels good.”

Moving over until he can kiss the back of Magnus’s neck, until he can through an arm around his waist and pull him closer, Alec just replies, “You did have a busy day. Get some sleep while you can, babe.”

It seems like no time at all before the stewardess is knocking on the door, calling out that they’ll start their descent in thirty minutes.

Alec groans a little. He hears Magnus laugh and when he opens his eyes a few minutes later it’s to see Magnus studying him with warm eyes.

“Time to get up, Alexander. We do want to hit the ground running, after all.”

They’re back in their seats twenty five minutes later, seat belts fastened, dressed and ready for the day. Their landing is uneventful and as they disembark, Alec throws an arm over Magnus’s shoulders.

“What about our luggage,” Magnus asks as they walk through the gate and right towards the taxi lane.

“Someone from the hotel will pick them up and send them over,” Alec explains and the two of them wait in line for the next cab.

Magnus sends Alec an arch look but doesn’t say anything else and then the two of them are climbing into the back of a taxi.

They’re taken to the city center and dropped off near the Duomo. Paying the driver, Alec is the last one out and as they gain their bearings on the sidewalk-- not too busy since it’s so early-- Alec takes a moment to just breathe.

He really does love Italy and he’s looking forward to the next few days where his biggest worry will be where to eat dinner or how much gelato is too much gelato.

While Magnus had put everything into his hands, he’d told Magnus almost two weeks ago where he was booking, just in case his boyfriend had a secret, passionate hatred for the city and to give them both a chance to decide on absolute musts for the trip.

When Alec traveled, he like to wander around and get lost. He usually only had one or two things he wanted to see or do and everything else was just a matter of getting a feel for the city. By contrast, Magnus liked to sightsee and check things off a list. There were a few museums and sights that Magnus had put on their list in between aimless wandering and Alec was excited. This trip was a representation of the both of them-- likes and dislikes, everything a perfect mix.

He thinks that he heard once that if you were serious about someone, then a good test was travelling with them. Alec can’t help but think that so far-- and yeah, they did just land but still-- that everything was going smoothly and held the promise of continuing to do so.

Friday goes by quickly. They grab breakfast at a little crêperie called La Milkeria. Magnus goes for a savory option while Alec enthusiastically dives into his nutella and strawberry crepes. It’s a great start to the day and the spend the morning walking around the near the Duomo. They stop wherever their eye catches and take an embarrassing number of pictures. They linger at street vendors and wander around an outside market where Alec picks up a few souvenirs for his family and Magnus does the same for his.

They stop and have lunch, lingering over glasses of wine and a charcuterie board. Magnus, the frustrating man, tries to pay and Alec just scowls as he grabs for the receipt.

“I don’t know why you insist on paying for shit,” he says as he reaches for his wallet. “I invited you on this trip. I pay.”

Magnus just stares at him, unimpressed. “I’m perfectly capable of paying for my own wine, Alexander. I wouldn't want you to think I was only after your money after all,” he teases and Alec rolls his eyes even as his mouth tilts up.

“I’d have to be a fucking idiot to think that,” he scoffs and tosses a few euro onto the table as they stand up.

Walking towards the river, it’s much more of a slow stroll. They linger on the river side for awhile, people watching and taking in the scenery.

“It’s beautiful here,” Magnus says as they watch a rowing team go by below.

“I love Italy but I think Florence might just be my favorite city after today.”

Crossing the river, Alec and Magnus pop into shops and stop by a gelateria. They take a selfie with their cups and miniature spoons and this time, it’s Magnus who posts the picture.

The company’s sweeter.

There are a line of emojis after the scant words and Alec rolls his eyes as he likes the picture on his own phone.

“You’re such a nerd,” he mutters under his breath with a grin and Magnus takes a bite of gelato before replying, “You know you l-like it.”

Magnus’s voice falters a little on the latter half of the sentence and Alec frowns a little, though he doesn’t wait a second before sighing and nudging Magnus’s foot with his own.

“Unfortunately, I do,” he teases and watches as Magnus’s face eases into amusement.

In the late afternoon, Alec starts leading them towards their hotel. Arms linked, they stroll along the river and Alec can’t remember ever feeling so relaxed.

They come to the entrance of the hotel and Magnus pauses, a little incredulous. “We’re staying here?”

Tilting his head a little, Alec starts toward where the doorman is waiting. “Yup,” he says. He looks back with laughter in his gaze. “That’s alright, isn’t it?”

“Is it alright-- my God, Alexander, this place looks amazing.”

“They had good reviews on Google,” is all Alec says and Magnus glares at him before shaking his head.

Making their way to the reception desk, it’s only a few minutes before they’re being shown to their room.

Looking around the suite, Alec nods, pleased. “Not bad,” he says absently and reaches for a bottle of water in the mini fridge.

Magnus snorts. “It’s taken a little while,” he says as he takes the bottle Alec holds out with his free hand, “But I do believe I’m finally seeing Alec Lightwood, celebrity.”

“What do you mean?”

Opening the doors to the balcony to let in the cool breeze, Magnus leans against the railing as he takes a drink of water. “This is a five star hotel and even my credit card might wince a little at the nightly rate but to you, it’s acceptable.”

He grins over at Alec, winking. “You’re a travel snob, darling.”

Shaking his head, Alec protests. “Just because it looks nice and I said so doesn’t make me a travel snob,” he says defensively. “I like a nice hotel-- especially when I’m trying to impress someone.”

The last bit is said low as he joins Magnus on the balcony, ducking close to lay a kiss below his ear. “I can’t let it be said that I did anything by half measures, now can I?”

Magnus doesn’t take the bait, instead looking at Alec with pity. “Darling, the summer I graduated from Yale, Ragnor, Catarina, and I toured Continental Europe on a shoestring budget. We stayed in hostels-- and for the last week, we managed to sleep in hotel lobbies when our savings ran out. You don’t have to impress me. If you’d taken me to a hostel this afternoon where we would've had to sleep in the same room as twelve other strangers, I’d be just as happy and excited as I am now. I’m just looking forward to spending time with you somewhere new. That’s it, that’s all.”

“Aren’t you a sweet talker,” Alec whispers before he leans in and kisses Magnus. When they break apart a little while later, the sun’s almost set.

Alec yawns and it turns into a laugh when Magnus pokes him in the side. “Is that jet lag I’m seeing?”

He glares. “Shut up,” he says, hiding another yawn behind his hand. “We’ve been on the go all day and I got three hours of sleep last night.”

“And who’s fault is that?”

“Yours,” Alec says, mockingly scowling. “You act like it wasn’t appallingly obvious what you were doing on your side of the bed.”

Magnus sniffs, turning away to watch the water. “I’m sure I have no idea what you mean.”

Alec’s voice is wry as he merely says, “Babe, not only was your cell phone flashlight on but I could hear the pages turn as you finished reading that journal.”

Grumbling a little, Magnus just throws up exasperated hands. “I told you it was a fascinating article and I knew we wouldn’t have time today. It’s not my fault you’re a light sleeper.”

“I’m not a light sleeper,” Alec laughs. “I’m over here trying to cuddle my boyfriend and he won’t stop muttering about Australian photography. I think anyone would have trouble falling asleep to that.”

Magnus shrugs before he finally relaxes, smiling. He moves closer to Alec and sweeps a hand through his hair so that it’s off his face before tilting his head.

The kiss is soft with a hint of bite towards the end and when Magnus pulls away, Alec chases his lips. When they break apart the second time, Magnus sweeps a thumb over Alec’s cheek. “Sorry that I kept you up, darling,” he says, eyes amused. “I’m sure you’ll sleep good tonight, though.”

Alec huffs out a laugh. “I’m sure you’re right,” he agrees.

The two of them head back inside and get ready for dinner. They’d seen a little ristorante during the day that they’d agreed to go back to for dinner and as they turn the corner of the hotel, he hears the shutter of a camera as a flash goes off in the night.

Rolling his eyes, Alec keeps his gaze forward, though he doesn’t hasten his pace. To his relief, Magnus does the same and it’s only a minute before the reporter seems to have gotten all he needs and they’re left alone.

The restaurant is small and intimate and they pass a few hours at a little table in front of a window. They drink a little too much wine and enjoy food that just can’t be found in the States. It’s the perfect ending to a wonderful day and as they take their time walking back to the hotel, Magnus pulls him just into a small side street and kisses him until he can’t think straight.

He doesn’t know how long they spend there, kissing while people walk by on the main street just a few feet away but when they finally pull apart, it takes everything Alec has not to dive back in.

Magnus’s expression is warm and open, eyes shining in the low light and mouth bruised and red. He’s damn near irresistible.

When Alec takes his hand a minute later and all but drags him in the direction of their hotel, Magnus’s laughter rings out in the narrow street.

Later, when the moonlight drips over their balcony and his ears are filled with Magnus’s gasps, with the way he says Alexander like it’s both a curse and a prayer, Alec kisses that laughter off his lips and sinks into the feeling squeezing his chest.

Alec wakes slowly, the sun shining into his eyes. Jerking his head away from where they’d left the curtains open, he lifts up onto his elbows and rubs his eyes blearily.

He has no idea what time is is but Magnus is still sleeping soundly under him. Shifting carefully so as not to disturb him, Alec rests on one elbow as he watches Magnus in the morning light.

His eyes trace the steady way his chest rises, the way his hair falls over his forehead. Magnus hadn’t taken his makeup off last night and there’s glitter trailing over his cheek, black smudges under his eyes.

Alec’s breath catches and his heart cracks open for what feels like the hundredth time since he met Magnus all those months ago.

Words come to him, unbidden, and Alec leans forward to plant a soft, barely there kiss on Magnus’s jaw before climbing out of bed.

He rummages around his bag for his songbook and then curses under his breath as he realizes he’s not even wearing underwear. Pulling on a pair of sweats with Magnus’s shirt, he slowly opens the balcony door and breathes a sigh of relief when it doesn’t make a sound.

Settling into a chair that offers a hell of a view-- they’re on the fifth floor and he can see the morning traffic below him and the gold tinted river right there-- Alec opens the book and starts writing.

He pours everything out. He remembers the first time he saw Magnus and the first time they properly talked. Everything from the terrible night where he’d felt like nothing more than a goddamn commodity to just last week when Magnus had surprised him at the studio with food just when he’d been about to tear his fucking hair out in frustration over a recording snag.

It could be ten minutes or an hour later when something breaks his focus. Looking up, Alec sees Magnus watching him with a barely there smile. He still looks mostly asleep and everything rushes through Alec-- the words he’s just written, the way they barely scratch the surface of what he feels for Magnus, the sight that he realizes with a shuddering sigh that he could wake up to for the rest of his life.

Before he quite knows what’s going on he’s tossed his book to the ground and is standing. He strides over to the bed and Magnus doesn’t move, just tilts his head to keep his eyes locked on Alec’s.

Alec climbs onto the bed, crawling up until he’s straddling Magnus and Magnus still doesn’t move. His smile grows imperceptibly as Alec cages him in, as he leans down and catches his mouth in a searing kiss that does nothing to dampen the desire that’s lighting him up from the inside.

His hands go to Magnus’s face and he rests his forehead against his boyfriend’s and works like hell to get his breathing under control. Magnus’s doesn’t say anything, just wraps his hands around Alec’s wrists and breathes in sync.

When Alec pulls back and opens his eyes, he takes another moment and sears it onto his memory.

Magnus studies him, brow arched expectantly.

Alec opens his mouth. He takes a deep, grounding breath. His thumbs stroke over Magnus’s cheeks and he smiles.

It’s small at first but then it grows until he feels his own cheeks aching.

“I love you,” he says hoarsely. “I am so goddamn in love with you.”

He watches the way Magnus’s eyes widen, hears the sharp intake of breath.

It’s funny, Alec has a second to think. He’s never said these words before. They’ve never weighed on his tongue like honeyed gold before. He’s never, ever felt this exhilarating, terrifying mix of love and lust and hope swirling around him fast enough to make him dizzy.

It doesn’t feel strange, though. It’s a good fear because it means that it matters. This matters-- they matter.

He’s waited so long to say them, has fought to keep them in when they wanted to fall from his mouth so desperately. He’s bit them back when Magnus made his head spin with want, when he’d done nothing more than text him a silly picture of an adorable animal.

They feel right. Now that Alec’s said them, now that they’re out there, most of him breathes a sigh of relief.

For better or worse, this is the last piece of him. He’s given everything to Magnus and now that his heart is out there, waiting, Alec finds that he’s not as worried as he always thought he’d be.

For better or worse, he thinks.

He doesn’t have long to think it, though, because almost immediately Magnus is grinning, the corners of his eyes crinkling with delight and happiness and-- dare Alec say it-- love.

Magnus blinks furiously and Alec watches as he closes his eyes and takes a shuddering breath. When he opens them a moment later, they’re full of everything Alec’s always dreamed of.

“I love you too, Alexander.”

The words are simple and said on a whisper and Alec shuts his eyes to savor them.

He feels them wind around his heart before settling. He feels Magnus pull him closer and place the most gentle of kisses on his forehead, his cheeks, the bridge of his nose.

Opening his eyes, he meets Magnus’s gaze and it’s silent in the room as they study each other, sharing the same breath.

And then Alec’s laughing and falling forward to nose along Magnus’s throat. “God,” he says. “I don’t know why I waited so long to say that.”

Humming a little, Magnus sweeps a hand down his back. Alec shivers a little as Magnus’s lips touch his ear. “I could say the same.”

“How long have you known,” Alec asks idly as he settles on top of Magnus, a leg thrown over his.

Magnus doesn’t stop his slow touches and Alec crowds infinitesimally closer. “Honestly? Probably whenever you came over to Catarina and Ragnor’s for Sunday Dinner a couple of months ago. You just fit and I realized that the thought didn’t make me want to run for the hills. I liked that you fit in with my family.”

Raising up a little, Alec just gives Magnus an incredulous look. “That’s what Jace and Izzy said at my birthday party last month-- that you fit. I really liked it, too.”

Reaching for his hand, Magnus laces their fingers together. “We fit together pretty well, wouldn’t you say?”

“Perfectly,” Alec murmurs and smiles before resettling over Magnus.

“What about you,” his boyfriend asks. “When did you know?”

“It’s cliche,” Alec tries to deflect but Magnus doesn’t take that for an answer, instead poking him in the side until he jerks away, scowling.

“Fine,” he mutters. He doesn’t move from where he’s laying on Magnus and the words get caught against his throat. “It was the first time we slept together. That shit with your dad happened and I realized that I believed you and that everyone else could go to hell.” He laughs shortly. “I figured if I was willing to choose you over my career then you meant a lot to me, more than I even realized. And then after-- after we slept together that night, the words were on the tip of my tongue.”

His voice is quiet, as he adds, “You were perfect, everything I could’ve wished for.”

Magnus doesn’t say anything for a minute but then he’s kissing the top of Alec’s head. “I love you so much, darling. I’m glad you finally said something. I’m glad you feel the same.”

Scoffing, Alec just replies, “Of course I feel the same. I never stood a chance, babe.”

The two of them fall quiet after that, dozing in the morning sunshine. A little while later, Magnus wakes Alec up with a kiss and Alec urges him onto his back as the sun warms them.

“I’m going to make you feel so good, baby,” he whispers hoarsely against the hollow of Magnus’s throat. “Let me love you, okay?”

He feels Magnus nod shakily before he sighs, fingers coming up to curl in Alec’s hair. Alec kisses a path down Magnus’s front, mapping a trail of adoration for just the two of them to see.

His efforts are stalled a few minutes later, though, as a knock sounds loudly in the room.

“Housekeeping,” the maid calls out and both Alec and Magnus freeze at the voice.

They look at each other, askance and a little panicked before they both start laughing. It’s nothing delicate, all gasping breaths and deep chuckles.

“Answer her, Alexander,” Magnus pleads as he wipes his eyes.

Rolling his eyes, Alec doesn’t immediately reply only for his eyes to widen as they hear a key in the lock. Clearing his throat hurriedly, Alec all but shouts, “Busy!”

There’s a pause on the other side of the door before they hear the key being taken out. “So sorry,” she replies. “I’ll be back this evening or I can put the do not disturb card on your door?”

Magnus actually fucking giggles at Alec’s exasperated expression but nonetheless replies, “The do not disturb sign works just fine, thank you!”

They hear a rustle at the door-- presumably the maid hanging the sign up-- before there’s silence.

Alec sighs and all but collapses on top of Magnus, hiding his face against Magnus’s hip. “Oh my God,” he whines. “That could’ve been so bad.”

“At least you’re still wearing pants,” Magnus points out reasonably. “She would’ve seen me in all my glory if she’d walked in without warning.”

Humming a little, Alec starts mouthing against Magnus’s hipbone. “At least we’ll be left alone for the rest of the day,” he murmurs and Magnus’s easy agreement is choked off as he takes Magnus in his mouth without warning.

“Give a guy some warning, Alexander,” Magnus wheezes and Alec just hums again as he works him over.

A little while later, sated and happier than he can ever remember being, Alec uses all his residual strength to lean over Magnus and kiss him.

Later that night, when they’ve finally left the bed and gotten ready for the evening-- after an exceptionally long shower-- Alec looks up as Magnus comes out of the bathroom, having just finished putting his makeup on.

“God, I love you,” he blurts out, grinning as he takes in his boyfriend.

Magnus had definitely dressed to impress for an evening out and Alec can’t think of anything he’d like more than to show him off.

Magnus laughs at his reaction but as he walks over and wraps his arms around Alec’s neck, he treats him to a slow once over in return. “Love you too, darling. Though I do hope you’re not just saying that because of my looks.”

His voice is teasing and Alec rolls his eyes. “Trust me, babe, if I’m not only willing but excited to listen to one of your diatribes on medieval Southeast Asian pottery, then you have nothing to worry about.”

His voice lowers a little as he continues, “I fell in love with you because you’re wise and you’re generous and you’re brave. You’re incredible,” he says, ducking a little to catch Magnus’s eyes when he tries to look away, abashed. “When you walk into a room, there’s a spark in you that lights everyone and everything up. I’m just lucky that you let a little of your light warm me up.”

“God, Alec, you can’t just say things like that.” Magnus’s voice is raw, awed and disbelieving.

Shrugging, Alec just asks, “Why not? It’s how I feel and you deserve to know how I feel-- how you make me feel.”

“I never expected this,” Magnus says, studying Alec. “I never expected you. But how lucky I am that we ended up in the same shitty diner one night.”

Alec laughs, shaking his head as he leans close for a quick, smacking kiss. “Who knows? Maybe it’s fate. I guess we’ll have to just wait and see.”

“I guess we will,” Magnus says warmly in a voice that’s almost too low to hear.

With that, they leave their room and head towards the lobby, both of them looking forward the rest of the night.

[omg-imagine]

⊱ Drink You Gone ⊰

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: After a disastrous date, Bucky stops by your apartment only to find you very drunk and in despair.

Warnings: Angst and alcohol.

Words: 3,335

A/N: I’m sorry for not posting in the last couple of months. I’m trying to get back into writing, but it’s been difficult finding spare time. But I do have three stories close to completion and will be putting them up within this week or the next. Enjoy!

Bleary-eyed, Bucky trudged up the last few steps to your apartment. He was not in the best mood, and the fact that the only elevator in the entire complex was broken once again made it worse. All he wanted to do was get to your place, tell you how much his night sucked, and perhaps distract himself by cracking open a bottle or two with you.

But he wasn’t sure if you would be up to talking to him. Bucky promised to spend that Friday night with you since the two of you hadn’t seen each other in a while. He canceled those plans at the very last minute because he was too eager to have dinner with the hot blonde he had met recently.

A dinner which ended horribly, if he might add.

You were quite pissed off, yet somehow Bucky thought you would get over it. You did encourage him to ask her out in the first place.

Reaching the foot of your front door, he heaved out a sigh before digging around in his pockets for the spare keys you had given him. It was well past midnight, but it wouldn’t be the first time he’s turned up at your door this late in the evening.

Bucky entered your apartment only to be greeted by complete darkness. He took a step further and shut the door behind him, careful not to trip on any of your shoes lying around.

“Doll? It’s me,” he called out.

At first, he didn’t hear anything except the humming of the refrigerator from the kitchen. He figured that you were probably fast asleep in your room until he heard a muffled groan followed by the sound of a glass bottle hitting the wooden floor.

Bucky quickly switched on the lights, illuminating the entire living room. There, he saw you lying down on the couch, using one of the throw pillows to shield yourself from the sudden brightness.

He grew even more concerned when he saw a bottle of one of your stronger liquors spilling all over the floor and an entirely empty one sitting on the coffee table in front of you. Your hair was a mess, and you looked as though you had been crying for the past couple of hours.

“What are you doing here?” You grumbled.

Bucky immediately went over to your side, kneeling down and brushing your hair away from your face. “I was just checking up on you. Doll, what’s going on?”

Your eyes locked with his for a moment, and Bucky could see the hurt and the sadness in them. “Nothing, I just wanted a drink.”

“It’s clearly something if you drink that much.”

You said nothing, and when he took a seat next to you, you quickly pushed him away. “Leave me alone!”

“I’m not going anywhere. Not until you tell me what’s wrong,” Bucky pleaded with you. “Darling, I don’t like seeing you this way.”

“Nothing’s wrong,” you declared, but Bucky could always tell when you’re lying. “It’s nothing, just go home. I’ll call you in the morning.”

“I’m not leaving you. Tell me what’s wrong, and I’ll fix it. I’ll make it better. But only if you tell me what happened.”

“You can’t,” you quietly sobbed. “You can’t fix it.”

Bucky reached over and grasped your hands, squeezing them gently for comfort which didn’t do much for you. “What can’t I fix?”

There was silence, and then you released another cry. The words began trembling out of your mouth, and he couldn’t understand most of them. What he was able to hear was something that broke his heart. “You can’t fix me.”

“But what is there to fix? You are perfect,” he assured with a sad smile.

“I’m not enough. I’m not pretty enough, smart enough, funny enough. If I were, you wouldn’t have gone out tonight!”

“What do you mean? Why are you saying these things?”

“You don’t love me,” you blurted out. “I do, but you never will.”

Surprised by your declaration, Bucky was left speechless. He took a moment to process your words but just couldn’t find the right response. Despite this, he didn’t let his gaze on you fall. He watched as tear after tear fell from the corner of your reddened eyes before wiping them away with the edge of his thumb.

“Come on,” Bucky whispered just enough for you to hear. “Let’s get you to bed.”

He was relieved when you cooperated. With ease, Bucky picked you up and carried you down the hall in his arms. He could feel your tears soaking the nice buttoned-up shirt he chose to wear for tonight as he headed towards your bedroom.

Once inside your room, he gently sat you down on top of the mattress and then walked over to your dresser. He pulled out a t-shirt and pajama shorts before returning to your side and offering the set of clean clothes. You stared at him for a second and then accepted the clothes in his hands. Bucky took a deep breath as he excused himself from the room, allowing you to change in private.

As he returned to the living room to clean up the mess, a million thoughts began running through his head. He wasn’t sure if you were going to remember all of this tomorrow morning. He wasn’t sure if he even wanted you to remember all of this. What if you did? Then what? You didn’t plan on telling him that way, nor did you even seem to intend to tell him at all.

“Bucky,” the soft muttering of his name brought him out of his reverie, and after moping up the spilled liquor on the floor, he returned to your room.

“Doll,” he said as he sat on the edge of your bed, the mattress dipping to the weight of him. You were now staring up at the white ceiling, the moonlight seeping through the window, allowing Bucky to see your glistening eyes.

For a few minutes, he listened as your sniffles subsided and exhaustion became very evident. “Go to sleep. I’ll be right outside if you need me.”

Without much thought, Bucky leaned down and pressed a single kiss on your forehead before wiping the remaining tears away. He sighed once more, and as he got up to leave the room, he felt your hand holding him back by his wrist. Turning around, you were now lying on your side with pleading eyes.

“Stay.”

Of course, Bucky thought to himself. Of course, he’d stay. He’d do anything for you.

You moved your body towards the other side of the bed, giving space for Bucky to lie right beside you. Once settled in, it was Bucky’s turn to stare up at the ceiling while you rested a hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat flutter underneath your fingertips.

“I’m drunk,” you voiced, and he simply nodded in acknowledgment. “And I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Bucky asked, but before he could get an answer, you had already fallen asleep.

At some point during the night, Bucky wondered if it was best for him to leave your room. But every time he moved even the slightest, you nestled closer to his side. He could feel the warmth of your body and your calm, steady breaths against his neck.

As you slept peacefully, he was able to memorize the soft features on your face, reminding how beautiful you really were. 

And not just physically. No, never just that.

You were a beautiful person inside and out. You had the biggest heart out of everyone he knew. You were kind, caring, and selfless—there were more than a hundred words he could use to describe you, but none of them would ever be enough.

To Bucky, you were the best in the world.

He would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about your purely platonic relationship becoming something more. He would have asked you out on a date if he wasn’t so afraid of ruining what was already a great friendship.

What happens if things don’t work out? What if things get too awkward? There were too many “if’s,” and Bucky didn’t want to take the risk. He hated taking risks, he would rather stay safe.

As the night continued ticking away, Bucky didn’t move. He couldn't bring himself to do so. What he did, however, was wrap one of his arms around you, drawing you even closer. Meanwhile, you unconsciously snuggled deeper into his side.

The corner of Bucky’s mouth curved upwards at the sight of you. Giving one last kiss against your temple, he then shut his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Morning soon came, and Bucky woke up to the aroma of fresh buttermilk pancakes making its way from the kitchen to the bedroom. He smiled softly to himself as he recalled the feeling of holding you while asleep.

And then he felt it. The dread and uncertainty. He didn’t know what to expect the moment he gets out of bed. Did you remember anything? Nothing? Everything?

The walk to the kitchen took far longer than it should, mainly because he was stalling. He’s avoiding confrontation as usual. The floorboards creaked with each step, and when he finally neared his destination, the happy humming he hadn’t noticed earlier ceased.

“Good morning,” you greeted him almost cheerily, but you couldn’t fool Bucky so easily. “I made breakfast.”

“I see,” he only said, taking a seat on one of the nearby stools. He clasped his hands and rested them over the surface of the kitchen counter, watching as you cooked. “You’re awfully chipper for someone who should be having a terrible hangover right now.”

“Oh, I am. I threw up more than once earlier. I still feel like shit but not as much as when I first woke up. Which reminds me, why were you in my bed?”

“You asked me to stay. If I made you feel—”

You waved a hand at him. “Oh, don’t worry about it. I was just wondering.”

“Okay. About last night, what happened?

Silence. Bucky inwardly sighed, thinking about how he shouldn’t have asked you so soon. Yet, he was surprised when you eventually turned around and gave him a convincing smile. “Sorry, you walked in on me like that last night. I was having one of my moments, you know me.”

You let out a hesitant chuckle before placing a plate in front of Bucky. “God, I hope I didn’t say anything stupid.”

“You don’t remember?”

“Not really, no,” you shrugged, and Bucky didn’t know whether he should feel relieved or disappointed. Part of him wanted to ask about what you had said last night. Your words still echoed clearly inside his head and recalling them made his heart feel heavy.

You don’t love me. I do, but you never will.

Bucky sat quietly, unable to pick up his fork and eat. He felt sick despite not being the one drinking themselves to oblivion the night before. You didn’t remember, and Bucky would probably never know what you meant by saying he would never love you.

But he didn’t want to pry any further. He was too afraid of what damage it could do. Yet at the same time, he was conflicted between wanting and not wanting to know.

“Bucky? You okay?” You questioned, raising a brow at him. “How did the date go last night? Is that what got you all distracted this morning?”

Oh, yeah. That. “It wasn’t great. We probably won’t see each other again.”

“That sucks. Well, perhaps next time.”

“Perhaps,” he muttered lowly.

You smiled sadly at him before sitting down with your plate and drink. “Hey, I truly am sorry about what happened. I didn’t expect you to stop by late at night so I went overboard with the liquor.”

“Why did you?”

Shaking your head, you attempted to play it off as if it were nothing. “Work’s been stressful lately, and I needed to relax. I haven’t had a drink for the longest and forgot to pace myself.”

“But you literally drank straight from the bottle. A whole bottle and a half, just so you know. Something’s clearly up.”

“I’m telling you, it’s nothing.”

Bucky shook his head, knowing a lie when he hears one. “Are you sure? Because I know you’re not telling the truth. You don’t drink that much out of the blue, and as your best friend, I want to know what’s on your mind.”

“Can we please drop it and have breakfast?”

“Not until you tell me what’s really going on.”

“God, it’s stress, Bucky!” You snapped at him. “Just because everything in your life is working out perfectly doesn’t mean the same is happening to me. There’s too much to handle right now, so please give me a break.”

Bucky didn’t say anything else afterward. You were on the verge of tears, and you were doing what you could to keep them at bay. He licked his lips as he stood up from the chair, his eyes avoiding your gaze.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “It’s fine. I should be going now anyway. Do you need anything else?”

Biting your tongue, you stared at the half-eaten pancake in front of you, having lost your appetite. Bucky didn’t know what was going on inside your head and he was right, he should be going now. It was probably best to give you some space, some time, and though you probably didn’t agree out loud, you wanted it too.

“I’ll call you later, doll,” he said with a kiss on your forehead. He pulled back a little and saw the look in your eyes. It broke his heart having to leave, but he had to. He didn’t know what else to do.

The door quietly shut behind him, and that’s when the tears finally fell. He was at a loss and unbeknownst to him, so were you.

It’s been more than two weeks since Bucky had seen or heard from you. He would send you text messages which you wouldn’t respond to, and you had ignored all of his calls. He had even stopped by your apartment one time, but you didn’t answer the door. He would have used the spare key but decided against it. If you genuinely wanted to see him, you would have done it by now.

For those several days, Bucky thought he was losing his mind. He was missing you so much, and with every missed call and unread message, he grew even more worried. Was this it? Was this the end of your friendship? He didn’t want to give up yet. You were only taking time.

At that point, he wished he hadn’t come to your apartment that night. He wouldn’t have found you almost passed out on the couch. He wouldn’t have carried you to your bedroom and stayed there when you asked. He wouldn’t have slept with your body curled up against his.

New York outside was dark and gloomy. Usually, he could see the city vibrantly lit up outside his window, but tonight everything to him was gray. The rain was pelting softly against the glass, and listening to it was calming to Bucky.

He was lost in a trance when there was a small knock on the door. A second knock sounded, this one louder than the first, and he immediately got up from the couch and padded over to the entrance.

Bucky’s eyes widened once he opened the door. Your hair and clothes were damp from the rain, your body shivering from the breeze outside the hallway. “I lied.”

“What?” Bucky asked as he stepped to the side, letting you in. Quickly, he turned to the thermostat and increased the temperature inside his apartment. He then went to a nearby closet and pulled out a thick blanket for you.

“I lied,” you repeated, following Bucky to his couch before he draped the blanket over your body. “I lied to you that morning.”

“What did you lie about?”

Your eyes moved from the floor and then up to his. He could see the lingering sadness in them. He could see that you were hurting as much as he was. “I lied about not remembering the night before.”

Bucky tilted his head. “What do you remember?”

“Everything. What you did and what I did. What you said and what I said.”

“You do?”

Drawing a long breath, you pulled the blanket closer to your body. “I do.”

“Why did you lie?” He furrowed a brow as he inched closer to you on the couch.

“Because I didn’t know how you were going to react,” you began to weep, your chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. “I was drinking that night because of you.”

“Because of me?”

“Yes. God, I’ve been so miserable. Because for the longest time, I’ve loved you. I loved you so much that every time you went out on a date, it was killing me slowly inside. Day after day, I try to find the courage to tell you how I really felt, but I didn’t want to risk what we had.”

Bucky found himself wrapping an arm around your shoulder, allowing you to bury your head in the crook of his neck as he breathed in the scent of your hair. “You never seemed interested in me. You never asked me out. Then you went on that date, and I thought I lost my chance. ”

“Doll,” he spoke softly as he lifted your chin up to meet his eyes. “It’s alright. I feel the same way.”

Your mouth opened slightly, and you darted your tongue out to lick your lips. Bucky repeated those words again as if you didn’t hear him the first time. He leaned in until he was close enough to press his lips against yours.

“Bucky…” you sighed as he cradled your head in his hands. “I...we should have–”

“I know, darling,” he agreed. “We could have saved ourselves a whole lot of trouble if we had just spoken out our feelings. Because for the longest time, I’ve loved you, too.”

With that, you leaned forward, closing the small distance between your warm bodies. The kiss was soft, the intensity gradually increasing as hands began to wander and the need grew heavier.

Bucky had you underneath him on the couch. His fingers delicately touched your supple skin as you tangled your hands in his hair. His mouth then traveled to the edge of your jaw before peppering kisses down your neck. He kissed the spot behind your ear and along your collarbone, relishing the way you urged him on with the slight pull of his hair.

He returned once more to your face, teasingly nipping on your bottom lip. Your tongues danced as he committed the way you tasted into his memory. He certainly could never get enough of you.

It took a lot of strength for Bucky to momentarily break away from the kiss, and it took a lot more when you made the most delicious sound he’s ever heard.

“As much as I want to keep doing this, I’d like to ask you out on a date first.”

You paused for a second, pretending to decide whether or not to accept, and it gave Bucky a hearty laugh. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

Bucky helped you on your feet, taking your hand and leading you out of the apartment. Luckily, the rain had stopped, and you two were surrounded by the bright city lights. You walked down the sidewalk hand in hand, the warmth and tenderness of it assured Bucky that this was all real.

He smiled lovingly at you, moving stray pieces of hair away from your face as he dipped down to give you one more kiss. It felt so right to have you right there and then and he could never imagine a better feeling.

[crayonwriting]

The World’s Your Stage

Summary: You are to perform a huge role in a production and Steve is there to provide you all the support you need.

Word Count: 2.9k

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Inspiration: Les Misérables by Victor Hugo

Requested By: @tootie-rocking-everywhere (My first request-er ever! Love you darling!)

A/N: Thank you for all the love you’ve given me for Tell Her You Love Her! You guys are awesome! Here’s something requested! A little College!Steve and College!Reader. First request I’ve ever done (and received). I received a few more and I will be working on it ASAP, but posting might take some time. So please bear with me! I really hope I did justice to this request. Enjoy my darlings!

REQUEST/COMMENT/ASK | MASTERLIST 

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“Babe, are you sure I can’t come?” Steve whined for the fifth time that day. You shook your head and continued scanning the various racks of clothes. You were at a thrift store with Steve, looking for the perfect coat, pants, and shirt for your costume. You were a sophomore at Indiana State University, studying Theatre, and luckily enough you were cast as one of the lead roles at one of your department’s biggest productions yet. You were doing a stage play of one of the greatest musicals of the 80’s, Les Misérables.

“I don’t want you to come to rehearsals Steve,” you turned to him, “There won’t be much of a thrill anymore.”

“I don’t even know what it’s about.” He followed you around the shop, with his hands in the pocket of his jacket.

“Exactly, Steve.” You pulled out a coat, inspected it and shook your head, putting it back on the rack. “The more you don’t know about it, the more it will be a surprise for you.” He groaned and pouted his lips like a kid.

“Aww c’mon Y/N. I love seeing you practice.” He reached out an arm, wrapping it around your waist, pulling you toward him, hugging you from behind. He leaned down and put his chin on your shoulder. He gave a slow, wet kiss on your neck, earning a giggle from you.

“Steve, it’ll be worth it.” You turned around in his arms and kissed his cheek lovingly. When you turned back around, you spotted this faded brown coat by the corner. You went and checked it out.

“What’s your role again?” He questioned, leaning against a nearby wall.

“I play Éponine.” You stated, not looking at him while you check the piece of clothing. “She’s this girl who falls in love with a guy who’s in love with another girl.” You laughed at his expression—eyebrows knitted together, bottom lip in between his teeth, arms across his chest.

“That sounds like some cheesy romance movie.”

“I’m just part of the whole story, Steve. It’s not the whole point of the play.” You folded the coat you held and put it in the basket hanging off your arm. “C’mon. I found my costume.”

—

“So you’re saying that this dude,” Steve started as he focused on the road in front of him, “goes to prison for nineteen years, just because he stole some bread?”

“Yep.” You replied. “It basically just goes from there.” He parked his car in front of your apartment building. You both got out of the car and he helped gather your things—some groceries, extra supplies for your play, and the clothes you bought at the thrift store.

You walked up the stairs, to your room and unlocked the door. You and Steve dropped your things on the couch. Steve headed towards the small kitchen, grabbing an apple and taking a bite out of it.

“Nice seeing you here, Harrington.” Stacy, your roommate, greeted Steve as she went to the fridge, grabbing a can of beer. She offered Steve some but he refused, saying that he was driving back to Hawkins.

“Have you been holed up here all day, Stace?” You sat beside Steve, biting the apple he had.

“Oh, you know me Y/N. I’d rather die here than go outside.” She took a seat in front of you. “What have you been up to?” Stacey is studying Literature, and she much preferred the peace and quiet of the apartment than the noise of the outside world, that was why she was always inside, always writing and reading, all day—and she loved it that way.

You leaned against Steve, clasping your hands on his shoulder and placing your chin on top of them. “Just got some extra stuff for the play. I also bought some groceries.”

“Those days of listening to you blurt out the same songs better be worth it.” She continued drinking her beer.

“Wait, you’re gonna sing?” Steve looked shocked.

“Yeah, Steve.” You crossed your legs. “You’ve heard me sing before, it’s the same.”

“I’ll tell you what, it’s not the same.” Stacey interrupted. “Have you ever heard her sing that makes the hairs all over your body stand up and goosebumps just scatter all around your body?”

“I only ever heard her sing in the car.” Steve looked very amused. Now, this was something new. The excitement started to settle on his nerves. It felt like he was about to unlock a new level about you and he was more than ready to see it. “I’m surprised that I’m only knowing about this now.”

“Shut up Steve. It’s nothing new.” You took the apple from his hands and finished it off.

“Don’t believe her. She wouldn’t bag a lead role if she wasn’t that good.” Stacey laughed at your red face. “You’re embarrassed! Oh my god Y/N! And to think you’re performing for a large crowd in a few months!”

You tried to pat away the redness from your face. Steve could only laugh at you, pulling you to his side and kissing your forehead.

“You are so adorable.” He held you tighter against him and you wrapped your arms around his waist, snuggling deeper into his embrace.

Stacey finished off her beer, crushed the can and threw it in the garbage. “You two are gross.” She stood up from her seat and headed to her room. “Don’t have sex on the kitchen table!” She shouted and shut her door.

“Love you!” You shouted back.

—

“Hey Y/N!” Your lead act, Jim, called you as he was walking up the stage. “Steve’s outside.”

You were vocalizing, having just finished rehearsing Act I, and you looked up at him in confusion. “What? He is?”

“Yeah. I told him to come in but he said he wasn’t allowed.” He raised his eyebrows in question. You laughed at that and told him that you didn’t want to spoil him about the whole play. You got down from the stage, said thanks to Jim and hurried down the aisles of seats, exiting the auditorium through the big doors. You saw your boyfriend, leaning against the far wall, wayfarers atop the bridge of his nose.

“Hey, stranger.” You called, walking towards him with a wide smile. You kissed him briefly on the lips.

“Hey, babe.” He pushed his glasses up, placing them on top of his head. “I brought you a sandwich and some water.” He handed you a paper bag and then a small thermos. “Here’s some tea too. I heard it soothes your throat. Since you’re singing a lot, I’d figured it help ease some stress or something.”

You wanted to cry at how overly sweet Steve was being. Yes, he was supportive of you since the very beginning but as time passes he still manages to amaze you in various ways possible. You reached up to him, puckering your lips, him meeting you halfway. You kissed him deeply, pulling him towards you, never really wanting to let go. He held on to your waist, keeping a tight, firm grip. You angled your head, kissing him deeper. You felt him smile against your lips. You couldn’t help but giggle.

You pulled away only to stare at his eyes—those deep dark pools where you didn’t mind to drown in. “What did I ever do to deserve you, Harrington?”

“I could ask you the same thing, Y/L/N.”

—

(PREMIERE NIGHT)

Tonight was the night. The auditorium was packed full of people and everyone backstage was bustling about, doing their best to get ready. You and your department have been rehearsing for this play for months already. Something this big hasn’t been done in years and you were glad that you are a part of it. You were sat in front of your vanity mirror in one of the dressing rooms trying to calm yourself down. You loved performing in front of a crowd ever since you were little but it didn’t mean you’d never feel nervous about every performance ever.

“Y/N?” Your best friend, Phoebe, who was playing another lead role—Fantine—approached you, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Are you alright?”

You gave her a nervous smile, and answered, “Yeah. I’m fine. Just a little nervous. I just hope my voice doesn’t crack.” Phoebe chuckled and went to sit down beside you.

“I know it won’t. You’re a natural out there.” You thanked her and gave her a grateful smile. You adjusted the slightly tattered dress you were wearing and brushed a few stray hairs away from your face.

“You should go outside for a little air.” She suggested. You looked at her and she gave you a wink. You gave her a questioning look but you just brushed it off and stood up. When you were out the door of the dressing room, you saw Steve, standing in the far right, holding a huge bouquet of roses. When he caught sight of you, he smiled and approached, holding out the bouquet.

“You look amazing, babe!” He exclaimed, scooping you into his arms and giving you chaste kiss. You smiled at him, taking hold of the flowers he got you.

“You look pretty dashing yourself.” You noticed how his hair was perfectly combed. He was wearing a black shirt with a black suit.

“Of course. Tonight’s your special night; I have to look good. I just came by to wish you good luck. Or was it ‘break a leg’?” You pinched his cheeks. Boy, was he being adorable.

“Thanks, Steve.”

“You nervous?”

“A little bit.” When you said that, Steve suddenly shook you a little, making you laugh. “What was that about?”

“Just to shake those nerves away.” He held your face in his hands and put his forehead against yours. “You’re gonna do great, Y/N. You always do.” He kissed you slowly, making you feel relaxed. Pulling away, you hugged him real tight, inhaling his scent.

“I love you, Steve. So much. Thanks for coming.” You whispered.

“I love you too, Y/N. More than you know.”

“No more visitors allowed! We’re going on in ten minutes, people!” The teacher shouted.

“That’s my cue to go. Love you!” He kissed you quickly on the lips and on the backs of your hands. “You can do this!” He winked at you before letting go. You waved at him shyly and went back to your dressing room, feeling more confident than before.

—

Steve went back to his seat and settled down comfortably.

“So? What did she say?” Dustin asked beside him. “Did she like the flowers?”

“Yeah, she did.”

“I told you!” He held up a hand for a high-five and Steve gladly obliged. Steve and the rest of the Party were there—Mike, Lucas, Will, Jane, and Max—also with Nancy and Jonathan; even Joyce and Hopper were there. This was Steve’s other surprise for you. He knew you hadn’t been back home to Hawkins for a while—given that you were practicing really hard for this play—so he thought of bringing Hawkins to you. Who better to support you than family, right?

—

“But only on my own…” You’re voice echoed throughout the silent auditorium

When the music cut off, the crowd cheered. Steve stood up, along with the rest of the party, and clapped and shouted how amazing you were. Since the first time you started singing, Steve was awestruck. Stacey was right. Your voice made all the hairs on his body stand up and he had goosebumps everywhere!

“She’s amazing!!” Will cheered. Hopper and Joyce were also cheering, amusement evident on their faces.

—

“And rain…”

“And rain…”

“Will make the flowers…”

“Will make the flowers…grow.”

Your character had just died. Steve sat still in his seat, his hand covering his open mouth. He couldn’t believe you just died. Though he knew it was acting, you were so good.

“Oh my god Steve. She’s amazing!” Nancy whispered to him, wiping away her tears.

“Shit! She died!” Dustin sneered. “You better avenge her Marius you piece of shit.”

“Shhhhhh!” Mike and Lucas hissed. Dustin mouthed a ‘what’ before settling back in his seat. Steve laughed lightly and patted the boy’s shoulder.

—

“Tomorrow comes!”

The song had finished and the play was now officially done. Steve stood immediately and cheered for you. He shouted as loud as he could so that you could hear him over the noisy crowd. The rest of the Party were jumping up and down, Joyce and Nancy were crying, Jonathan was clapping along and Hopper too.

You and the whole cast were bowing on stage. You couldn’t believe that you’ve actually done it. Tears were running down your face because this was a whole new achievement for you. The crowd hadn’t stopped cheering since you’ve finished the play and you were waving at no one in particular. You tried looking for Steve but the crowd was too huge for you to find him.

One by one, each lead role was being introduced in the middle of the stage. It didn’t take too long before they were gesturing for you to take center stage. You walked shyly and bowed in the middle of the stage.

“THAT’S MY GIRL!” You turned to sound and saw Steve waving his arms around. You waved back at him and noticed who he was seating with. There beside him were Dustin, Lucas, Will, Mike, Jane, Max, Hopper, and Joyce. They came to see you—your family. A fresh batch of tears had clouded your vision and you gave them all a flying kiss, silently promising to meet them later. You bowed one last time before going back to the side.

—

Steve took off, running through the aisles of seats, avoiding all the people hugging and congratulating each other, just to get to you. You met him halfway and latched yourself in his arms. You hugged him tightly, crying tears of joy.

“Oh my god, I love you so much,” Steve whispered in your ear. “You were amazing, babe. God, I just love you even more!” He kissed you straight on the lips; you kissed him back feeling your heart swell. You heard a snap of a camera, and you both pulled away, looking to see the rest of the gang.

The kids all ran up to you and tackled you into a huge group hug. You laughed loudly, trying your best to hug them all back. They started telling you how good you were, and how badass your singing was and how ‘that Marius dude is such a sissy.’ You didn’t understand fully what they were saying because they were talking at the same time.

“Oh my god you guys are all so big now! I feel liked I’ve missed out a lot!” You hugged Jane and Max in both of your arms.

“You were amazing,” Jane said.

“Yeah! I didn’t know you could sing like that!” Max pumped her fist in the air

You smiled at the two of them. You looked towards Hopper and Joyce who were standing side by side. They went to you and you hugged Joyce so tight.

“Thank you for coming.” You said to her.

“It’s an honor. You were just incredible!” Joyce kissed your cheek. You looked to her side and gave a mock salute to the man.

“Sheriff Hopper.” You giggled as he rolled his eyes at you.

“I thought I told you to stop calling me that.” He smiled, making the wrinkles on the sides of his eyes appear. He ruffled your hair and offered you a one arm hug. “Proud of you kid.” Hopper has been a father figure to you. You grew up without a father and your mom was always overseas. Hopper took the liberty of filling in that vacancy in your life.

“Fuck you, Y/N!” You turned around and saw Stacey, with her arms open, running towards you. You hugged her tight and squealed. “You were amazing! Holy shit!” You laughed at her and thanked her for coming.

“Of course, I’d come girl! I’m always here for you.” You beamed up at her.

“Oh! You have to meet my friends—well, family.” You pulled her towards to group and introduced them to each other. 

“Group hug!” Dustin shouted and everyone crowded around you. You reveled in the love and support that was overflowing from your family.

“I love you guys.” You whispered. You all let go and smiled at each other. “Who wants some KFC?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

Everyone cheered and started heading toward the exits. Dustin and Lucas fought on who got to sit shotgun; Mike and Jane walked hand in hand; Max and Will continued talking about the whole play; Nancy, Jonathan, and Stacey were engrossed in a conversation; Hopper had an arm wrapped around Joyce’s shoulders.

You felt fingers lace through yours. You looked up at Steve as he closed his eyes and kissed the back of your hand. He smiled brightly at you, inching closer to your face. You gave him a short yet sweet kiss on the lips, the both of you smiling into it. 

“I’m so proud of you, baby.” He said softly.

“Thank you, Steve. For bringing them here. For being here.” You kissed him again. “I love you so much.”

“Love you more, Y/N.” He smiled, looking down at you with his eyes and heart full of love. “I heard someone say KFC. C’mon let’s go.” He pulled you towards the doors; you laughing behind him.

—

NOTE: I chose Les Miz as the musical to be done because I LOVE THE SHIT out of it. And I once performed it before. Also, our little Gaten Materazzo performed it himself on Broadway. (YAY LES MIZ!!!)

Posted: January 6, 2018

[thedouchebrigadesympathizer]

The door flew open, no knock to be heard as you patted your hair dry with a plush and fresh smelling towel. You didn’t need to raise your head to know it was Dabi, and you didn’t even flinch when the door was thrown shut behind him.

He stood, hands at his sides, and flexing his fingers. Through the vanity mirror you stood in front of, you saw how his eyes glinted with a hardness to them, fists clenched. He was pissed, and god dammit, now you were going to be caught in the crossfire.

“Yeah?” You turned to him, shaking your hair with the towel and messing the damp locks into a less than attractive shape.

“I’m here to vent.” And with those words, he closed the space between the doorway and your bed, dropping dramatically down into your messy sheets and groaning.

You sighed, running a brush through your hair before setting the brush on your vanity and jumping onto the bed next to him, patting his shoulder.

“Lay it on me, Dab’s.”

Muffled by your comforter, Dabi stifled a laugh. “I can’t believe you just called me that.”

“What is wrong, my Burnt Toaster Strudel? Whats getting you down? FuckHands McMike?”

“Augh, you’re the worst.” He rolled, flipping onto this back and kicking his shoes off the edge of the bed, where they fell with dull thuds. He exhaled heavily before scratching at his chest and watching the ceiling.

“I don’t feel like I’m accomplishing what I need to do.”

“Thats rough buddy.” You said, but eased your head to the side, catching damp chair across your cheek and watching Dabi’s eyes follow the pattern of your popcorn ceiling. “But why do you think that?”

“I was supposed to have done countless things by now, and I feel like…” Dabi frowned, closing his eyes and shimming his arm under your neck, wordlessly asking for you to be closer to him. “I feel like where I am now is no where close to the goals I’ve set for myself.”

You inched closer, resting a hand on his chest and biting your lips. “You’re achieving Stain’s ideals, aren’t you?”

“I guess.”

“Isn’t that all you wanted?”

“No,” He said wistfully, the word almost pained. “No. I wanted more.”

“What more do you want?” You murmured, hoping to encourage him to dig deeper than the surface.

There were so many thoughts in his head, too many wants in his heart, it was difficult for Dabi to focus on just one. Still, he filtered through enough before settling on a need that ravaged his heart, that controlled his deepest desires.

“I want to kill Endeavor.” He said finally, opening those cerulean eyes and peering down at you through his lashes, awaiting your response.

You blinked, not expecting that kind of response. “I don’t follow.”

He gave a woeful smile, rolling his head to face you fully. “You wouldn’t. But that’s fine.”

“Why kill him?” Your brows furrow, entirely confused. When had Endeavor ever encountered Dabi? Why would he care what the number two Pro Hero in Japan did. Why would he care to end his life?

Brushing damp strands of hair from your cheek, Dabi raked bright eyes down your features, taking in every apprehensive flash behind your eyes and smiling contently.

“Doesn’t matter. But, I needed to say it.” He pinched your cheek lovingly, so glad in the moment to have someone like you in his life. A friend. A trusted friend. “So thanks.”

You made a face, smacking his pinching fingers away and sitting up on an elbow, pushing hair behind your ear and giving him a stern look. “Dabi. Seriously, why are we killing Endeavor?”

“We?” Dabi repeated, tossing an arm behind his head and raising an eyebrow. “It’s just me doing the work, Princess.”

“You’re beating around the bush, I know it’s your specialty, but god damn it man.” You  smacked his knee. “Whats up with this? You’ve never mentioned Endeavor before.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Dabi stated firmly, losing patience with your prodding. “Forget it.”

Sitting up now, you nudged his knee again. “You can’t walk in here and be all upset about something, say you want to kill a pro hero as powerful as Endeavor and then be like ‘Nah man its chill let’s just take a nap, I’m Dabi and nothing bothers me’. I’m not falling for it. Spill.”

“I don’t want to.” There is a edge in his tone, but of course you press further.

“I’ve known you for three years, this is the first I’m hearing about Endeavor, Dab’s. Tell me.”

Dabi lays there, silent as the grave. His chest thuds erratically, because amidst his growing irritation, part of him urges the young flame wielder to confess. He’s held it in for so long, and you have patiently waited by his side- never probing for an answer until now. It was his own fault, for storming into your apartment after watching the news, seing Endeavor, his father, plastered across the glossy screens of The League’s many televisions.

He’s a trigger for so many emotions. Rage. Sorrow. Worry. Guilt.

It isn't fair. It’s never been fair for him or his siblings. It never would be as long as Enji Todoroki lived. Still, was it his place anymore to claim it his right to take his life?

Yes.

But, also no. Maybe that could be Shouto’s choice instead.

But there he was, teetering on the edge of a confession. His biggest confession. His most well kept secret to ever be forged inside his soul. No one knew, so would he tell you?

“Dab’s.” You urge again, the warmth of your hand finding his cheek, where a thumb runs the edges of his scars, the ones that had you had never gazed reproachfully upon. The scars you accepted, along with his cocky and demeaning personality. The personality that carried a heavy handed ideal. The Ideals given by a murderer, a murderer whom Dabi looked up to. Who he emulated, or at least tried.

And yet, despite the bodies you knew he had dropped, you stayed.

You didn’t care he was a villain, a murderer, a thief.

“Promise you won’t leave.”

It comes out, a plea. A reaching hand, asking for your acceptance. He watches as you seem to look confused before offering him a nearly pained smile.

“Why would I Dabi?”

“Because I’m damaged, and your love is too good to lose.”

Calloused fingers take your hand from his face and the dark haired man takes a shaky breath, gaze hardening and jaw clenching.

“My name was Seiichi Todoroki. And Endeavor is the reason why my name is Dabi.”

This wasn’t a request, it was freehand. I was feeling saderino so I wrote to make myself feel better. Enjoy a little bit of humorous angst. Dabi’s “real Name” is based off this post (Here)

[thatalfredpennyworth]

DBZ Fanfic: Tame The Beast

One shot inspired by this Dojinshi that’s been going viral. http://theamericankorra.tumblr.com/post/170380352347/shakunetsu-this-post-is-so-long-im-sorry#notes

Enjoy

Tame the Beast:

Vegeta had been forced to sleep on the couch by Bulma due to an argument the two had earlier that evening. Oh how he loathed the couch. The prince could never get any sleep on the damn thing so he dealt with it by picking up a copy of the West City Times that had been lying down on the coffee table and began reading. The prince of all saiyans, reduced to sleeping on the couch all because of an argument with his wife. The once feared planet destroyer reduced to this. His blood boiled at the thought.

"why doesn't that woman ever listen to me?" Vegeta grumbled under his breath. Just then, the saiyan heard small footsteps coming from the stairwell.

"Ok Old Man, let's play, LET'S PLAY!" a small but feisty voice shouted from behind. Vegeta turned over to see Bra awake and out of her bed, large eyes begging the prince to give her some attention. Vegeta turned his head back to his paper.

"Shouldn't you be in bed?" he strained, obviously tired.

"NO!" Bra shouted and stamped her little foot on the floor. She really did remind him of himself at times.

"Bra, what did I tell you about backtalk young lady?" Vegeta scolded her.

"To never do it," Bra complied.

"Good girl, now go back to bed," Vegeta rasped as he placed a hand on his face and groaned. Bra was about to when she turned around and took a seat on the couch next to him.

"What now?" Vegeta growled, his patience wearing thin. Bra placed her little hands on Vegeta's chest and stared right into his dark eyes.

"I know you can turn into Mr Ape," she stated shyly. Vegeta went red but regained his composure and placed both of his hands on her shoulders.

"Bra, we've discussed this, I want you to forget about that story," Vegeta replied. She'd been asking about the giant ape thing ever since she'd heard about it from Gohan and he was fed up with having to repeat over and over again that he wasn't going to do it. He had a feeling that she was just still a little unsettled by the story and wanted to be sure her father would never turn on her but it still annoyed him. Bra refused to drop the topic as usual, just like his wife when she was on a tangent of her own.

"Even when Papa turns into Mr Ape, he still loves Bra right?" She asked very softly, holding her little hands together and blushing, her eyes getting watery. Vegeta looked down at his daughter and sighed, giving her the same answer he always did.

"Bra you know that no matter what form I'm in, you are my daughter and I'd never do anything to hurt you," Vegeta tried to reassure her. Bra nodded but continued to stare up at him, looking like she wanted to ask something else.

"I-I'd like to see it Papa," she said innocently. Vegeta only groaned again.

"Trust me Bra, no you don't," He replied sternly. The Oozaru form was enough to unsettle him, even if he still had his tail, he wasn't going to transform in front of his daughter, she'd never look at him in the same way again.

"It's impossible without a tail," Vegeta informed her. What she said next startled him.

"I knew you would say that so I found all the dragon balls," Bra stated as she ran upstairs to go get them. How the hell had she found all seven dragon balls? Vegeta put his hands on his face and moaned.

"Oh shit!" he said under his breath as Bra came down with a basket containing the orange orbs.

"Mama and I went looking for them together the other day, it was really fun," Bra said excitedly. Vegeta face palmed as she ran outside to go make whatever wish she was about to come up with. Vegeta continued to sit on the couch and read when he felt something on his underside, something furry. He stood up and turned his head around to see the familiar saiyan tail, back in it's place on his body after so many years.

"DAMMIT!" Vegeta shouted. Bra ran into the house as exited as ever.

"PAPA YOU GOT IT YOU HAVE A TAIL," She squealed. She tried to grab it but Vegeta wrapped it around his waist to prevent that.

"PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET ME TOUCH IT, JUST A LITTLE," She begged, bouncing up and down.

"NO!" Vegeta replied angry. She refused to listen to him and went and brought back that damn tail. "Go back to bed NOW!" Vegeta ordered, pointing his finger to the stairs. Bra refused.

"But I wanted to see you turn into Mr Ape," She pouted, giving him her biggest eyes she could manage. She'd been driving him nuts all week about this topic and finally he'd had enough. He'd transform but he was still worried about her potential reaction.

"Alright fine, follow me to the front deck and I'll do it but don't get close to me until the transformation is complete...you know what, just stay in the living room until I call for you," Vegeta instructed.

"Why can't I see you do it?" Bra asked wide eyed.

"Bra the transformation is unsettling and I don't want to frighten you, it's best if you come see me when it's complete," he warned her.

"Papa I won't get scared, please?" She begged.

"No, I'll call for you when it's complete and that's my answer, take it or leave it," Vegeta stated firmly, folding his arms. Bra relented and went to the couch.

"My voice will be a lot deeper when I call you outside but know that it's still me alright?" Vegeta asked her softly.

"Yes Papa," she answered. Vegeta then went out to the front deck to begin the transformation. Why did he have to give into her?

Bra sat on the couch and played with the newspaper when she felt the ground rumble. Bra then heard something that sounded like a deep growling noise and hid under the couch. The growling settled after several minutes when Bra heard a deep booming voice ask her to come out too the deck. Slowly, Bra made her way to the front door, opening it and nervously walking onto the deck. She looked up and her large eyes went wider than ever. There standing behind the railing of the deck edge was the largest ape the girl had ever seen. Her father wasn't kidding when he told her the form was around 50 feet tall. She shook a little when she saw the red eyes and sharp teeth.

"You're n-not gonna eat me right?" Bra asked nervously. Vegeta shook his large head.

"Bra it's just me," he said in that deep voice. "It's Papa," he attempted to say as softly as he could manage, difficult since he was a giant ape. Bra looked up at him, then looked down, fiddling with her fingers. Vegeta was worried this would happen.

"It's me Eschalot," he assured her, using her saiyan name. Bra looked back up at him, feeling a little braver. Only her father would use that name. Vegeta lowered his large hand and laid it on the deck. Bra was startled at how large it was, about 20 times her size most likely. Vegeta tried to attempt the best smile he could manage and looked down and then back up, motioning for Bra to come closer to him. Bra gulped and slowly took a few steps across the deck until she was right in front of his large hand. She reached her tiny one up and placed it on the edge of his. She noticed that once she got close enough, she could hear the ape breathing in and out rather loudly. She couldn't believe how furry her father was. Slowly, Bra stepped up into Vegeta's hand and held onto his thumb. Vegeta slowly lifted his hand up to his face for her to get a better look. Bra took her tiny hand and placed it on Vegeta's snout as soon as she got close enough, feeling the soft skin. She smiled up at him, knowing her father would not turn on her.

"PAPA!" She squealed, hugging his snout. Vegeta laughed softly, relieved that she recognized him.

"C-can I pet your fur," Bra asked shyly.

Vegeta moved his hand up to his forehead for Bra to feel his fur. Bra was still a little unsettled by his red eyes, but reached out her hand and moved it through the thick fur.

"You're really fuzzy Papa," she giggled. He brought his hand back down to his snout. Suddenly, Bra got an idea, her father needed a check up.

"Hey Papa, can you say aaah?" Bra asked playfully.

"Why?" Vegeta asked her, unsure of what she was doing.

"I wanna make sure you're healthy," She replied. Apparently she was playing some sort of Dr game.

"Alright Bra but don't get too close to the teeth, they're sharp," Vegeta warned her. Bra nodded and Vegeta opened his mouth. Bra took a closer look and nodded her head, trying to act like a Dr.

"You can close your mouth now," Bra stated.

"So what's your decision Dr?" Vegeta asked her, joining in on her game.

"You're a healthy ape and your throat looks fine," Bra said in the most "professional" voice she could muster. She hugged his snout again, rubbing her cheek on him.

"Papa," She said softly. Both of them heard the deck door slide open.

"Hey Vegeta, Krillin just called and said there's a fake moon in the sky...YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!" Bulma screamed.

"You're here too?" Vegeta asked shocked.

"Mama look at Papa, he's big and fuzzy," Bra giggled. Bulma just stared at the two of them with her jaw dropped.

"WHAT'S THIS, YOU'VE NEVER LET ME SEE THIS UGLY FORM OF YOURS EVEN THOUGH I'VE WANTED TO SEE IT SOOO BAD!" Bulma yelled at the top of her lungs.

"Papa's not ugly mama, he's just really big," Bra said defensively.

"I'll explain later woman," Vegeta answered in his booming voice. Bulma put her hands on her hips.

"No Vegeta, you will explain now, let me come up there," Bulma sassed. Vegeta growled and lowered his other hand which Bulma stepped on. Vegeta lifted his wife up and she stepped onto the same hand as Bra.

"So, Bra used the dragon balls to wish for your tail back so she could see the giant ape?" Bulma asked her husband. Vegeta nodded.

"She's such a persistent little thing," Vegeta said softly. the girl really was a lot like her mother. Like Bulma, Vegeta had a difficult time saying no to Bra.

"You're too sweet Vegeta," Bulma said slyly as she leaned in and kissed his snout. Bra rested her head on it and closed her eyes.

"Vegeta I'm gonna follow her lead," Bulma yawned as she rested her head next to Bra's. Vegeta looked down at his girls. They really did love him no matter what form he was in. Vegeta rested the hand holding his girls on the deck railing and the other arm on the deck itself, using his other hand to prop up his head and he closed his eyes himself, falling asleep.

"I'm too soft," he yawned.

A half hour later, the door slid open again and a lavender haired saiyan hybrid stepped out onto the deck.

"Dad, Dende say's there's a power ball in the sky," he said. Trunks looked up and saw his little sister and his mother sleeping on the snout of his father in his Oozaru form. The girls looked so peaceful and content as they slept, and Vegeta for once seemed happy. Trunks was surprised that a giant ape could be so gentle, but it was his father and he loved his girls. He could swear he heard a soft purr-like sound coming from Vegeta as he slept.

"Leave it to mom and sis to tame my father," Trunks sighed. "I'll let them sleep," he said softly before closing the deck door quietly and walking back inside Capsule Corp.

[shirewalker]

If you’re writing things for those royal AU prompts could you pretty please do Nikolina - “i grew up not knowing i was royal and now i guess i’m heir to a throne and you’re the guy who’s supposed to be teaching me how to be royal bc i suck at it and oops we made out” ✨

Sorry it took so long, but it is finally done and ready for posting :D

Rated T for expected making out sesh. (also on ao3)

“Again.” He said, a bit tired after three hours of trying to get theprincess to recite the Constitution’s first three and most important points. Sofar she wasn’t doing terribly, except when she’d say it right three times andthen wrong five times. By this rate she’d be thirty before she would be able toglare to cinders anyone that dared to pass a stupid law in council.

“I got it right five times already. Can’t we take a break?” She groanedfrom her sofa, her petite frame lost somewhere within the layers and layers ofher pale golden dress.

He walked up to the music player, “All right, princess, I guess fortoday it is enough of Constitution.” He hit play and a soft, jazzy song filledthe room, “Now, etiquette rules. You know the drill, all of them.”

She groaned again, “Really?”

Amusement tugged at his lips, “Alina, love, you have to be ready beforethe Winter Solstice or the council and all the old white men in it will run youinto the ground.”

Her head snapped up and fire burned in her eyes, “Don’t call me love,Nikolai.”

The smirk he flashed had her insides flipping like acrobats, “All right,princess. What should I call you then?”

She sat up, back straight, head poised, hands on her lap. Just like he’dtaught her, “Princess is fine. Alina is fine as well, as long as it’s behindclosed doors.” His eyes sparked with a private joke and her cheeks heated up,“And all those royal titles you keep calling me.”

He arched a brow, “Your highness?”

“Yes.”

“Etiquette?”

For a moment she was lost, why was he calling her ‘etiquette’? But thenher brain kick-started and she groaned again. Saints damn the man, all he hadto do was smile a little longer at her and she would lose grip on her carefullygroomed self-control. Why did he have to be her coach? Why this insufferableexemplar of a man? Just because he was the only one close to her age in a widepool of royals in Ravka? It wasn’t because of his lineage, the Lantsovs had longlost any right to the throne, all thanks to some Vasily losing everything insome stupid situation of… Oh what was the point? She couldn’t even rememberimportant points in Ravka’s history! Still, the point remained. Why was Nikolaiher coach and not some old lady? It would be so much easier.

Because the truth that she would never admit out loud was that NikolaiLantsov happened to be the biggest distraction in the room. And she could neverconcentrate properly when he was around. Which was always.

Why? Because he was an insufferable git. Obviously.

He raised both brows, “So…?”

“What? Oh. Right.” And again she’d lost track of things… “Can’t we dosomething else? Something less theoretical?” Maybe go for a run. Or ride thehorse. Not that she enjoyed it that much, but it would be preferable overtrying to recite rules of etiquette when her mind was already too tired. Anddistracted. Saints damn her, there it was, that smirk again! Wait… Somethingsank in her stomach. This was the mischievous smirk. The one that had gottenher in that big, poofy dress the first time. The same that had gotten her introuble with Baghra.

“All right, princess. I guess we could do something more… practical.” Heturned to the music player again and chose another track.

Oh.

No.

He offered a hand, “Waltz?”

She cursed herself. Why couldn’t she accept her fate and stick toetiquette? Whatever, what’s done is done. Resigned, Alina walked to him andtook his hand, willing her body to not tremble, nor sweat, nor blush duringthis dance. She really didn’t need that. Nikolai would never let that go. Hemight even do more things just to get her all worked up.

Nikolai pulled her in, his other hand settling on her waist. A gaspescaped her self-control, surprised as she was with the soft touch. His eyesshined but silence remained. And then, finally, the dance started. One, two,three. One, two, three. So far so good. Alina hadn’t stepped on him, neitherhad she blushed too hard. And Nikolai was quiet, which meant death threats werekept on a low number today.

One, two, th—

Nikolai hissed as Alina missed a beat and stepped forward too late.Despite the stumble, Nikolai continued dancing, shaking softly his head, achuckle on his lips, “Something distracting you today Alina?”

She looked away, “What? No. Why?”

“Well,” his voice was laced with humour, “You never step on me thisearly in the waltz. Always after ten steps. Today it was a lot earlier.Something must be occupying your mind.” He turned her outwards, her skirtsrustling with the movement, “Do share.” Following the momentum of the step,Alina twisted back into his arms.

She really shouldn’t have, but the second she was back in place, hereyes locked on Nikolai’s. Those beautiful, hazel eyes that always seemed tohave a playful spark ready to ignite. Today they looked particularly golden,the brown overtaking those specks of green that always had her thinking ofemeralds. She’d always thought blue eyes were the best ones, but that was untilshe’d seen Nikolai’s. No blue eye could ever compare. No! She shouldn’t bethinking this. She really, really shouldn’t. She had to look away. Now!

Reluctantly she looked away, however, her gaze didn’t stray far, fallingeasily on his lips. Oh saints. She’d never been this close to his lips beforeand something she would never admit to anyone ever came to her mind. Those werethe most perfect and lush lips she’d ever seen. The slope of his lower lip, thedip of his cupid’s bow, the perfect and soft texture… Her own had never beenlike that, always on the verge of cracking. Nikolai, Nikolai had perfect lips.Before she could stop herself, her mind was already wondering what it would belike to kiss those lips.

Wait, was he… was he getting closer?

She blinked. No. She was the one. No… They were both leaning in.

Her heart let out a startled ‘oh’ as their lips met. The pressure of hislips soft, tentative. Her eyes fluttered closed and she placed her hands on hisshoulders, holding herself up as her body threatened to melt to nothing. Then…Then the kiss changed. The pressure changed and suddenly his lips were moving,goading her own, luring her deeper into it the kiss. His arm circled her waistand pulled her closer, until there was nothing left between the two of them. Ahand cupped her nape and Alina buried her hands deep into Nikolai’s hair, thegolden locks thick and silky between her fingers.

Stars, she was starting to see stars. And saints help her, this waseverything. As Nikolai’s teasing tongue deepened the kiss, Alina couldn’t helpthe soft and delighted moans that formed in her throat and poured intoNikolai’s mouth. Her knees were butter, melting away as she let herself getlost in this kiss. She’d been kissed before, of course she had. After all,she’d had a normal life until she’d turned eighteen. But this? Oh saints, thoseother kisses were nothing compared to this. The way her body seemed to be onfire in all the places Nikolai was touching her, the way he leaned her backever so slightly, as lost in the kiss as he was, the way his lips moved againsthers. Saints, her heart couldn’t handle it all. It would explode from all theexcitement, surely.

Footsteps sounded outside the door.

She snapped her eyes open, her lips still busy in another world. Duringthe split second before she broke the kiss, Alina had the chance to see the wayNikolai scrunched his eyebrows in the heat of the moment. It was… quite asight. But soon the moment was gone, the footsteps now loud enough that even focused-on-the-kissNikolai heard them.

Where there had been nothing between them a second earlier, now theystood three paces away from each other, their breathing erratic, their cheeksflushed. Nikolai barely had time to comb his hair back into place before therewas a soft knock and a maid entered the room.

The maid was startled to see two pairs of eyes staring at her, “Oh!” Shequickly covered her surprise with a bow, “Apologies, Your Highness. But I havea message from your Tailor.”

“Oh? What is it? And please, you don’t have to address me like that.”

“Of course, princess.” She cleared her throat, “The Royal Tailor hascalled to announce there has been a change in plans. Her plans for the day havebeen delayed a bit, so she won’t be here until sometime in the middle of theafternoon. She also said she would call in advance to confirm youravailability.”

Somehow, Alina didn’t think her Tailor had spoken like that. Genya wasone of the few people that still talked with Alina like a normal person. Shewas certain her friend had said something among the lines of being late andonly having time in the afternoon. But she couldn’t blame the maid for wantingto do her job well. With as much graciousness as her rushing heart allowed her,Alina nodded and dismissed the maid with a heartfelt thank you.

The distancing footsteps echoed in her head and within the chambers ofher heart, that damned thing still beating hard as she stood there frozen.

Not a moment and a blink later, Nikolai stood in front of her again. Shelooked up and saw his eyes searching her face, looking for something. He put upa tentative hand and slowly brushed his knuckles on her cheek, the touch solight that Alina wondered if she was imagining it. The need to lean into histouch was irresistible. But this was Nikolai, the insufferable git that droveher mad with his witty remarks and his ill-timed smirks and that lazy pace ofhis and oh, that gaudy teal coat he always wore everywhere.

“I want to kiss you…” it was a breathy confession, Nikolai still at aloss for air as he’d been a minute ago. It made her heart flutter inside herchest and do all sorts of crazy acrobatics. Again.

Her lips twitched, “You already have…”

That smirk of his found its way back to his lips and oh, who was Alinakidding? Nikolai was insufferable, but he was certainly the only one that madeher feel the way she did when they were together. Any and all worries flew outthe window and everything seemed so much easier to handle. All with Nikolaishowing up for the day.

He leaned in, his hand moving back to her nape. “I want to kiss you…again…”

Oh. In that case… Standing on her tip toes, Alina grabbed his lapels andpulled him in for a kiss. Unlike the first one that started slow, this one washungry from the start. Perhaps this was what happened when one bottled down alot of feelings for their royal coach. Nikolai dived into the kiss just as eagerlyas Alina, blindly directing the two in the general direction of a loveseat thatwas somewhere by the garden windows. She vaguely thought about the exposure ofsuch location, but Nikolai’s lips and hands and oh, saints, was that a groan?Saints damn her, what was she thinking about just now? Probably nothingimportant, if she’d forgotten all about it with just that sound.

Finding out she was the crown princess of Ravka didn’t seem like such ahorrible situation now. After all, it had led her to a loveseat and a very,very incredible make out session with her insufferable royal coach.

[ofnifflersandkings]

Media Naranja IV

A/n: Longer chapter, but I’m super happy with the way it turned out and this’ll probably be the last part so i went all in.

Previous Part: http://ofnifflersandkings.tumblr.com/post/163150824192/media-naranja-iii

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Connor flinched a little when he heard the volume of his door closing, but simply shrugged it off as he threw his coat and bag onto thefloor, promptly flopping onto his bed and groaning into the pillows. He felt pretty bad about just leaving you at the library, but decided that it was best to collect his thoughts.

Connor sat up on his bed, his gaze fell on his laptop and he debated on talking to Jared and Evan and get their intake on the whole ordeal.

The three of them all shared a couple classes, and they had mutual ideas of who the other was, besides that one English project sort of forced them to all get along with one another and form their small friend group.

They weren’t close friends. But still, the two of them had a funny way of talking to each other that amused Connor, so they all would talk online more than in person.

“God dammit,” Connor mumbled, fetching his computer from his desk and sitting up on his bed.

He booted up the computer and pulled up chat and stared at yesterday’s conversation.It took him a solid five minutes before actually figuring out what the hell he was gonna write

Connor: Listen, I need opinions on something.

Only seconds after hitting enter Connor felt the overwhelming desire to cringe, this was going to be the most awkward conversation of his life.

Evan: Sure, what happend?

Jared: oh my god, are we all about to have a moment??

Connor rolled his eyes, Jared was probably his least favorite of the two, but he certainly had the better sense of humor.

Connor: hilarious, seriously though, i need help on this one.

So, he told them what all happened at the library down to the part where he ran away. Connor saw the annotations that both of them were typing and rubbed his forehead, all of this emotion bullshit was giving him a major headache.

Evan: That’s a lot of information, but I’m sure we can help you with it.

Jared: hoLY SHIT CONNOR MURPHY IS JEALOUS!

Jealous?

Now that didn’t sound right.

Connor was a lot of things, but jealous? Never.

Besides,what was there to be jealous of? You and him were friends and nothing more.

So, then why did it hurt so much to think about?

He shook his head and promptly carried on the conversation.

Connor: Absolutely not.

Jared: Bullshit, literally everything about that story points to jealousy, just let it happen man.

Evan: Well hold on, it coud be something else? Maybe it’s just because you don’t like this Tony guy.

Jared: nobody even knows who tony fucking is, why would that explanation make any sense, hansen?

Jared: You’re jealous and I’ll prove it, because word on the web is that (Y/n) and Tony went on a date tonight at the one bookshop next to the coffeehouse. It’s a total hipster’s wet dream but there are pictures and everything.

Connor reread the message a few times, his brain was taking bit longer to actually process what he was reading on the screen.

Connor: Well fine, why should I give a damn who she goes out with, it’s not like i care or anything. It’s whatever.

Connor made a small ‘hmph’ noise as he leanded against the headboard of his bed, he could feel the disappointment and minor anger getting to him the more he thought about it.

And at first, he really, honestly, and truthfully thought he could end it there and leave it at that.

But before he knew what was happening, his hands were harshly typing away on his keyboard.

Connor: i mean what the fuck does she see in him anyways? the dude looks like a discount Harry fucking Potter they’ve literally never spoken in person i hang out with her all the time and this is the first I’ve heard of any stupid fucking tony

Evan: I think you should calm down a little.

Connor barely even looked at the responses, because all of this pent up anger had been released and he was certifiably pissed.

Connor: the two of them were chatting up a. storm at the library and the dick even made her laugh like ten times but whatever i honestly couldnt care less so what if the ass doesn’t deserve her or care about her like i do. i’m perfectly Fine.

Evan: holy shit

Jared: um…okay.

Evan: I mean really, wow.

Connor looked back at what he had written, and immediately wanted to toss his computer out of his window before throwing it into the deepest depths of the ocean.

Something didn’t add up though.

Jared wasn’t particularly close to you, and he didn’t know Tony.

Connor: Hold on, how do you known they’re together?

Jared: oh yeah, i don’t.

Jared: I was just pulling on your dick because you were being a bitch about your big ole crush on (Y/n), only wanted you to own up to it. But then you just went oFF.

Connor blinked, admitting his feelings to himself was something he was never able or wanted to do. Maybe it was because you were his first real friend, and the idea of putting that at risk for some petty schoolgirl crush was something he didn’t want to do.

But looking back on it now, this was clearly something a lot deeper than that.

Doesn’t mean he wants to admit it.

Connor: Right, well uh, I’m gonna sleep on it.

He closed his laptop amd set it aside, situation himself so he could look up at his ceiling and think.

Connor Murphy liked you.

A lot.

That part was obvious.

He indulged himself a little, allowing his subconscious imagine what it would be like if the two of you got together. Honestly, it wouldn’t be much different. You and him were already so close, it practically felt like a romantic relationship.

Connor just couldn’t wrap his arms around you, or hold your hand whenever he wanted to, or kiss you.

But he’s getting ahead of himself.

Connor got worried.

•

Another hour passed and stilll not a thing.

But he was cool about it, it’s not like he was waiting on you to answer him.

What a fucking lie.

The boy was checking phone nearly every five minutes regardless of his ringer being on and at the highest volume.

Connor carried it with him everywhere checking to see if you had answered. His phone was practically glued to his hands, it went with him while he brushed his teeth, talking to the boys, or pacing around the room as he stared at the messenger

He was a mess.

•

I mean what the hell kind of teenager doesn’t have their phone on them 24/7? He even knew that you had least 15 ebooks downloaded onto your phone.

Another hour and nothing, dejected and a little hurt, Connor left his phone on the kitchen table to go outside and kick at some of the pile of leaves that had gathered in the backyard to get out his frustration.

Ten minutes and scattered leaves all over the place, Cynthia showed up at the back door. “Connor! Your photo went off!” She called, holding the phone out to him.

Connor nearly ran his mom over when he ran past her, snatching the phone out of her hands.

“Thanks, love you, I’ll be in m room!” Connor said, far too quickly for her to understand.

Once he was alone, Connor looked down at the screen and got the biggest smile on his when we saw you had finally replied.

(Y/n): Sorry, I was reading. But I can meet you in 10??

Connor managed to reply, put on his jacket, and tell his mom where he was going in the matter of minutes before he was out the door.

•

You were already there whenever Connor came sprinting down the walking path, you smiled at his unkempt hair and the way the curls went absolutely everywhere.

Jared had told you Connor only started letting grow out over the summer, but you had a hard time imagining him without his long hair.

You had grown fond of it.

“There you are,” You said, giving him a smile when he came up to you.

Connor gave you a breathless laugh, and you could see how rosy his cheeks had gotten from both the exercise and the cold.

Speaking of which, you noticed that his jacket was far too thin for the kind of weather that was happening right now. Winter was on the horizon so the temperatures kept getting colder by the day.

“Hey, come here,” You said, beckoning him with your hand until he was standing right in front of you. “That jacket isn’t gonna do you any good, take this.”

Connor saw that you were beginning to take off your thick wool scarf and his hands went out to stop you before he stopped himself and awkwardly shoved him into his pockets.

“N-No, no, don’t do that, keep it.”

“Stop trying to act all tough and just take the scarf,” You ordered him sternly. “I don’t need you whining to me when you get a cold.”

He expected you to hand the scarf to him, so picture his surprised look when your hands gently went around his neck to put it on for him.

He could feel the coldness of your skin when your fingers softly brushed against the base of his neck and it made him involuntarily shiver at the sensation. Your perfume still lingered in the material of the scarf and he was suddenly completely wrapped in the feeling of you. It overloaded his senses amd he felt heat crawl up on his cheeks.

"Thank you,” Connor said, coughing to cover up how flustered he was.

You smiled before backing away from him. “So, what did you summon me here for?”

Oh, yeah.

Connor sighed, momentarily forgetting what he was doing. “I wanted to tell you something important.”

“Go on then, I’m all yours.”

He looked at you for a moment, his brain suddenly coming to a blank about what he had rehearsed saying to you. The words were meant in a nonchalant way, but it made his head go in a million different directions.

So much for the plan.

Connor’s hands fumbled together as he trie to figure out how to word his feelings without sounding like a total idiot. “I uh, I totally understand if you don’t feel the same..,” He trailed off, eyes looking up at you for a minute before a minuscule smile formed on his face. “But it would be really nice if you did.”

He settled his gaze on you again and instantly regretted everything once he saw the soft expression on your face. Did he sound stupid and that was some kind of look of pity.

“Of course I feel the same, stupid.” You said, wondering how he missed all the signs you had been giving him.

“Seriously?” Connor asked, feeling a smile grow whenever he saw you nod. “Well that’s good.”

Shut up you sound stupid

There was a short moment of silence before he spoke up again. “You know, your hands are really cold, give ‘em here,” Connor said, taking your both hands in his and tucking them under the scarf. “Better?“

“Better.” You replied, looking up at him to see him smile.

Connor examined your features up close, all the small freckles down the bridge of your nose and little imperfections one could only see if they were really looking at you.

You noticed him subconsciously leaning in towards you, your noses barely brushing against each other. You retracted your hands from him, on to place them around his neck as you leaned up to kiss him.

His hands reacted by wrapping his hands around you, resting them on your shoulder blades before pulling you closer.

Borh of your lips were chapped, and there was little movement from either of you, but it was warm and sweet and it just felt right.

Connor had every intention on keeping you there for awhile but you pulled back and looked at him with wide eyes, though he still had you tucked into his arms.

Connor took the opportunity to place a tender kiss on your cheek before letting you make your call.

Oh, yeah.

Connor Murphy liked kissing you.

A lot.

[aiimaginesbts]

Command (M)

Birthday post for badass tsundere rapper Yoongi!

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut, fluff, childhood friends AU

Word count: 2,580 words

Disclaimer/Copyright

You couldn't believe it, lips forming an 'o' of disbelief, eyes boggling at the white draw four text with black background on the small stack of cards. "What the hell? How is this even possible?!"

"Blue," Yoongi drawled, ignoring your question.

Huffing, you drew four cards from the deck and added them to the ever growing pile in your hands, not bothering to hide your vexation. You gestured wordlessly for him to continue, and he dropped a blue draw two card. "Uno."

You screamed in frustration and threw your cards at him, earning a chuckle in return. "Just what sort of voodoo are you using? It's not possible to have so many draw cards every game!"

"You're just unbelievably unlucky, y/n," his shoulders shaking in silent laughter as he picked up the cards. "Let's see, how many commands do you owe me?"

"Five," you mumbled, barely audible.

"Come again?"

"Agh!" You stormed out of the living room into your bedroom, although if you were being fair, you knew that your answer was so soft that he probably genuinely didn't hear it. But you were not in a generous mood. The fact that you lost to him so many times in a row was just illogical, even after factoring in your luck that bordered on abysmal.

Yoongi didn't follow you immediately, probably giving you some time to cool down, but after getting no response when he called your name, his knuckles rapped your door softly before he entered and you felt the mattress sag a little when he sat on the edge beside your immobile form on the bed.

"Are you mad?"

"No," your voice was muffled due to your refusal to move, your face pressed against the bed as you laid down on your stomach. He kept silent until you turned sideways with a sigh. "I can't believe you talked me into this."

"You don't have to do it if you don't want to," he said gently, then ruined it by smirking. "Just acknowledge how nice and cool I am."

That made you twist your body onto your back immediately to roll your eyes at him, but magnanimously gave in, "A promise is a promise. So what do I have to do?"

You were staring at the ceiling, so you completely missed him chewing his lower lip and wringing his hands nervously. "I can give you five commands, and you'll follow them, right?"

"Yeah."

"No questions asked?"

"Yeah."

"You can't complain."

Losing your patience, you sat up and frowned at him. "Wasn't this your idea in the first place? We went through this before we started. Why are you asking me now?"

He refused to look at you as he answered, "I just wanted to make sure you're okay with it."

"I'm fine with it," you said. How bad can it be anyway? I'll probably have to run to the store to buy him food or something, was your idea of punishment. Nothing could have prepared you for his first, hesitant command.

"K-kiss me."

You blinked several times in confusion, unable to comprehend his order. "What?"

"Kiss me."

There was no mistaking it, but you couldn't help but gawk at your childhood friend. You couldn't believe those words came out of his mouth, but when he turned to look at you, the steely glint in his eyes radiated with such a strong force that you found yourself gravitating towards him.

Eyes locked on his, lips just a scant inches away, you couldn't breathe. Never in a million years would you have imagined that you would see him this way. Not as the boy you grew up with, not the confidant that you spilled all your secrets to, not the annoying brother figure who teased you every chance he got, not your protector from everything bad that you could ever encounter, but a man. A man who looked at you as he would a lover, no humour behind his eyes, only longing, just deep, burning hunger, for you.

No questions asked, your eyes flickered away from his to glance at his pink lips, wet from his tongue anxiously licking them, as you leaned in and brushed your lips against them.

Never had you imagined kissing him, but even if you had, you knew that you would never have imagined that kissing Yoongi would be like this. The electricity that coursed through your body upon contact took your breath away, and it almost made you pull away from him but his arms quickly prevented your escape, one of his hands on the small of your back and the other at the nape of your neck, both pressing you closer to him. You gasped in surprise and he took the opportunity to lick your bottom lip before entering your mouth.

He tasted sweet, from the iced chocolate drink that you made for both of you to drink while you played earlier, and your fingers closed into a fist on his chest, crumpling his shirt. For reasons unknown to you, you never wanted this to end, and when he broke the kiss, you pulled him back to you, softly moaning into your second kiss. His arms tightened around you even more at your positive response, the kiss getting deeper until you had to pull away, both of you panting from lack of air and belief that this was actually happening.

His forehead pressed down onto yours, and you were satisfied to see that you were not the only one affected by the mind-blowing kiss. He had to gulp down several breaths of air before he muttered softly, "Second command."

You waited nervously, anticipation rocketing especially when his pale skin brightened with blood rushing to his cheeks. "Take off your clothes."

The command caused you to join him in blushing. You were too embarrassed, but you found that you didn't want to disobey him either, so you tried for a compromise. "Do it for me." His silence made you think that he didn't hear you, but when you raised your eyes to meet his, the shock in them told you that he heard every word. "Please."

His hands were trembling as they reached for the hem of your shirt, but you kept your gaze on his face as he slowly lifted your shirt up. You raised your arms to help him take it off, and lifted yourself a little so he could pull your shorts down. You could still feel him shaking as his hands slowly travelled up from the waistband of your panties, grazing your spine to the clasp of your bra. It took him several attempts to take it off, his faint curses bringing a small smile to your face as you patiently waited for him to unclasp it and pull it off of you.

He stared at your bare breasts with a thirst that you have never seen before, and it made heat pool in between your legs. Not a word escaped his lips, yet you have never felt so desired, never felt so beautiful, so much that when he reached for your panties, you did not hesitate to let him peel them off of you and gently pushed you back onto the bed.

It was only then that you were made aware of how fully clothed he was, while you were completely naked and you pouted at him. "Aren't you being a little unfair?" Your tug at his shirt conveyed the message but he didn't complain, simply smirking as he tore his shirt off and kicked his pants and boxers down, barely moving from his position, and he propped himself on his right arm beside you.

"I've never seen anything so beautiful," he whispered, but he wasn't the only one admiring the sight before him. You never dreamt that you would ever see Yoongi naked, but there he was, and you couldn't tear your eyes away from his crotch. He was bigger than you would have guessed, already fully erect, and you longed to touch it.

"Third..." he hoisted you up as he sat, making you kneel facing him. "Touch me."

The command was not explicit, but somehow you knew what he meant, and you didn't hesitate to lean down and wrap your fingers around his cock before darting your tongue out to taste him. His sharp intake of breath was all the encouragement you needed to take him into your mouth, tongue swirling around the head and running along the slit, tasting his precum. Then you moved down, taking more of him bit by bit, determined to swallow all of him. Tears filled your eyes as your lips hit his base, he was the biggest you've ever had, hitting the back of your throat, but it was worth it to hear him groan your name in ecstasy.

His fingers raked your hair when you started to move, bringing yourself up to the tip and then down to devour him, repeating this motion again and again, but he did not seek to force your movements. This scenario right now was already beyond his wildest dreams and he was reveling in it.

Although most people regarded Yoongi as indifferent and insensitive, you knew he was far from it, and he proved it by leaning down over your bent back, his long torso and arms easily allowing him to rub his fingers against your wet opening. You gasped at the sudden contact, then moaned against his cock as he inserted a finger inside you. His upper body covering yours made it difficult for you to move, so you let your hand pump his shaft as you sucked on him hard. Now that he knew how wet you were, another finger joined the first, finger fucking you, making you suck on him even harder, your moans reverberating deliciously around him.

It felt so good that he couldn't endure it for long, so he took his fingers out of you and pulled you back up. Your protests were cut off when he laid you back on the bed and spread your legs apart so he could settle between them.

"Let me enter you." You were having trouble breathing just feeling his tip at your entrance, so you could only nod eagerly by way of response to his next command. You bit your lip to stop it from trembling as he applied more pressure on your slit, but before he could penetrate into you, he paused to shoot you an intent gaze, his eyebrows knotted with worry.

"Do you want this? You don't have to do this if you don't want to. Please don't say yes because of the bet. If you say no I swear I will stop right now."

You couldn't believe that he could ask you that now. Didn't he see how worked up he had gotten you? How much you wanted him? "I want this," you replied urgently. "Please, Yoongi, I want you."

"Thank God," he pushed forward, and you looped your arms around his to grip on his shoulders, gasping as he slowly stretched you out. Having him buried to the hilt inside you was overwhelming, and it took you several moments to get yourself accustomed to it. Only then you opened your eyes to find him gazing at you with barely controlled lust, and something more... maybe affection?

"Are you okay?" He asked in concern.

"Yes... it feels good." Your comment made him grin, and he took it as permission to start moving. His motions were slow at first, but your moans egged him on, and his thrusts increased in speed. You wrapped your legs around his hips as he became more rough, each thrust pushing you back on the bed until your head hit the headboard. Yoongi groaned in irritation and hastily placed a pillow between your head and the wood to protect you.

"Oh God, y/n, you feel so damn good, I don't know how long I can last."

"There's no need to hold back, Yoongi, just let yourself go." But he shook his head and brought his hand around to your clit, pressing it hard in his state of excitement. You didn't mind one bit, the pressure making you scream his name in pleasure and your nails bit into his shoulder as the pleasure built ever higher so that you couldn't think about anything else but Yoongi and how good he was making you feel, until you exploded in his arms.

His name escaped from your lips in the loudest volume yet, your nails scratching his bare back, your whole body shivering in an earth-shattering orgasm, making him groan loudly at the sight of you becoming undone right underneath him, feeling your walls clamp onto his cock.

Never letting his pace slow, he leaned down and pressed his lips against your ear, flicking your earlobe with his tongue, tracing the curves of your ear before he asked the still trembling you, "Lastly... would you let me come inside you?"

There was no hesitation in your answer. "Yes, please Yoongi."

He trailed his mouth along your jaw before meeting your lips to press them with his, then pulled back to grab your hips. You realised that he was going easy on you before, gone was the usually cool and seemingly lethargic Yoongi - now he started pounding into you, his hips snapping so his cock hit you hard and deep. You arched your back, your nipples brushing against his chest, your cries filling the room as he ravaged you like a savage beast.

His wild, sloppy thrusts told you that he was close. "Fuck! Y/n, I love you so much," he growled, but he didn't give you a chance to respond, capturing your mouth in a kiss as he filled you with a few last thrusts. Which was just as well, because your head was too clouded for you to process and reply anyway.

For several minutes, both of you just held onto one another, panting hard, with Yoongi being careful not to crush you under his weight. Then he rolled onto his side, taking you with him.

Silence ensued, but it wasn't awkward, despite the fact that your childhood friend had just fucked you senseless. Truthfully you were still wrapping your head around the fact that it even happened.

"I'm sorry," he said suddenly, breaking the silence. "I've fallen for you a long time ago but I didn't know how to say it."

"You could have just told me," but your rebuke lacked strength. It never occurred to you that he felt this way, but now that you knew, surprisingly it didn't repulse or scare you at all. In fact, it felt... right.

"I was too scared," his fingers ran through his hair in nervousness. "But now that you know... y/n, would you be my girlfriend?"

You buried your face in his chest to hide your happy grin and shyly nodded. His arms tightened around you in excitement at your answer.

"There's also something else I have to apologise for."

"What is it?"

"I won earlier because I cheated," he barely got the words out before you shrieked in indignation and kicked him clear out of bed. But the sight of him happily laughing from the floor beside the bed, looking up at you with what you now knew to be love made you break into a smile and laugh along with him.