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howlsofter · 11 months

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Nextdoor i.

part two , part three

John Wick moved in last year but you’re just home for the summer. He hires you to dog sit for him while he’s on business trips but it doesn’t take long til you’re pushing the limits of your “professional” relationship.

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Tags/warnings: nsfw, age gap, John is 28 and fem protag is 22, weed, masturbation, nothing too intense in this one, more plot building and some yearning

My mom introduced me to him in his drive way. Waved him down and asked him to wait. She hurries into the front door and yells my name up the stairs.

I’m in bed, cozy under a soft blanket and just a little high from the gummies in the side drawer. Her call echoes into my silent room and I huff, shoving my phone into the soft covers and scrambling up to grab some sweatpants. I decide my tank top is acceptable for whatever she needs help with and I rush down, knowing she’ll just yell again if I take too much time.

I slow my footing as I hit the door, seeing him standing there in a dark suit. He was tall beside my mother, clutching a black bag and giving me a small wave. I walk out to where my mom has already returned, waving back to him shyly and brushing the hair back from over my shoulders.

He was handsome, dark hair parted in the middle and falling past his ears, a scruffy but neat short beard. I stop with some distance between us, even more nervous now as he looks down at me.

“This is my only daughter,” she nods to me and I step up, meeting his outstretched hand.

I try to clear my throat as discreet as possible. “My name’s Jamie,” I try not to stammer, gripping his larger hand in a solid shake then returning my arms to my sides awkwardly. His hands were soft, firm, and rough against my clammy ones. Drowning in fear like I’m attending my first job interview.

“Actually, she’s only here for the summer, but she loves dogs,” she tells him like I know what they’re talking about.

He looks to me as she speaks, eyes flickering down at what I’m wearing. It was quick, I only caught it because I was staring him down. His tie loose and hanging from work, too button undone and hair just a little messy. He didn’t look too old, maybe not even thirty. Definitely 26 or older. Out of my dating range, most likely, but a girl can fantasize.

“I have to leave on business often, but I have a dog named Daisy and my previous sitter moved back home for the summer.” He tells me, opening his stance as he speaks.

“Ahh,” I drag the edge of my Birkenstock against the hot concrete, looking at his slick black business shoes, “I see… you paying?”

He chuckles, looking to my mom, “of course. Generously. I’m John, by the way.”

“Then I humbly accept.”

“Why don’t you text so I have you saved, and when I need a sitter I’ll hit you up.” He opens his jacket, flicking out his business card between two fingers and giving it over to me. I glance at it then nod, tucking that hand behind my back and swinging backwards onto my heels.

“Cool, I’m free like anytime so…” I shrug.

My mom swoops in to save me, “well, isn’t that just perfect? I hate to take up too much of your time Mr. Wick, you have a great evening now.”

He smiles to my mom, so genuinely he could be one of her own.

“You’re never a bother, Dixie,” he responds politely, she shoos him as she begins stepping away.

“You love to flatter me,” she chuckles, calling behind her. I follow my mom in, stealing glances of John walking up to his front door, tucking his jacket back to retrieve his keys from his front pocket.

“Handsome, isn’t he?” My mom teases me once the door closes. I replay our interaction in my head a thousand times over, did I seem too weird? Too young? “Hellooooo,” my mom coos, walking to the kitchen. I’m following her blindly, shaking my head to clear my thoughts.

“Yeah, uh, he was nice.”

“He’s been renting out of there since the start of the year, a widower, I hear.”

“How’d she die?” I ask too quick, my mom pulls out the baking sheet.

“I don’t think it’s anything interesting, she was sick or something.”

She loves to gossip, my questions are expected by her. Why wouldn’t I want to know the details of everyone else’s lives?

“Recently?”

“Two or three years ago… maybe? Such a shame, I don’t think he’s too old.”

I swallow and excuse myself up to my room.

Two the three years, that’s more than enough of a grieving period, I think. He seems gentlemanly, maybe the type to never marry again.

Entering my room, I realize I’m still holding his card. I flop onto the bed and grab my phone, holding the card out from my face in wonder. Its basic, white background, sleek black lettering.

John Wick

His number was on the back with his official title. It doesn’t mean anything to me, but it sounds important. I open my messages app, copying the numbers in carefully.

I compose several starter messages.

Heyyyy

A far too devious amount of ys, I delete them and try to stay casual.

Hey it’s Jamie the neighbor, lmk if u ever need a sitter

Good enough. I send it before I can overthink, immediately exiting the app.

I thought he might reply to acknowledge me, but my phone was dead all week. I purposefully avoided him outside. It was easy enough, he was hardly in the front yard. A strict schedule. He’d leave early in the morning, sometimes even earlier. Probably for breakfast, or coffee, more likely. He seems like a man who would drink a black coffee in the morning and skip lunch.

He comes home at the same time every evening. 6:04pm sharp. I watch him sometimes, I can almost sense it now. Peering out my window at 6:03 to his black Ford Mustang, he climbs out with more work to bring home each evening.

It’s extremely boring here. My old friend’s parents have moved away so no one else is home for the summer. My old plug is though. He never moved. He’s in the same nice house he’s been renting since I was in high school.

I tell my mom I’m running to Target.

For what?

I’m stir crazy. Maybe some socks.

She leaves it and I’m picking up an ounce. I do stop by target first, for the lie and for fun. I some socks with spiders swimming with pool floaties.

My mom loves them when I show her. I wait until they’re in bed to slide outside and grab the weed from my car. I bring it up inside as slow and careful as possible. It takes me minutes to open and close each door, cringing at every squeak. I set about a gram aside and grab my small bag of paraphernalia. Slipping onto the back porch I relax in my mother’s backyard area. She has flower and a tree out there, an outdoor table and some chairs. I unpack my grinder and rolling papers and get to work on rolling myself a nice little joint.

I pack everything up before I’m sparking my lighter, lounging back in the chair and looking up at the sky through the tree.

I take a few long puffs, holding it into my chest before exhaling the cloud of smoke into the branches. A few more drags in and I hear it. A patio door sliding open and the soft clicks of excited dog paws scampering across the backyard pavement. I lower my hand to the side of my chair like they could see me through the fence, holding my breath too. My joint continues to burn slow, seeping up in a small stream of thc.

It’s John’s yard, I’m praying he just lets the pup out but his footsteps aren’t hard to identify in the silence of our yards. I curse under my breath, heart beating quick.

Weed is legal in New Jersey, but the thought of John knowing it’s me is what’s so shaking. He won’t let me watch his house now for sure, he probably thinks I’m some young irresponsible trouble maker. I’m in college, I’ve never gotten in trouble, I just like to smoke weed.

Putting it out won’t stop the smell, I decide, hesitantly hitting it again. I hold the smoke in for as long as possible before blowing it in the opposite direction of John’s. I am at mercy of the wind, so I can’t force the scent in any which direction.

My phone lights up on the table and I freeze, seeing the contact I had labeled as Mr Wick light up in my notifications. I have to be in trouble with him. I breathe out the smoke I’d been holding for awhile now, grabbing up my phone to where I could read the text.

I’m leaving tomorrow, 11am. If you meet me before I can show you where all her stuff is.

Relief. I wait a minute, so it doesn’t seem like I was too available. I don’t know why I’m playing these games when he’s on the other side of the fence. I can hear him following his dog around, his footsteps heavy on the grass.

Yeah I’ll be there like 10:30?

I reply carefully, I keep going over it, not sure if I sound normal or not. I send it anyways and he replies almost immediately.

Great, thank you.

I’m still nervous, like he’s going to come over and reprimand me. The soft click of his sliding door assures me that I’m in the clear and I can finish off my joint in peace. I save the roach and sneak back into my room, stashing it in my sealed metal water bottle before I’m crashing into my bed again.

My mattress is soft, it’s so familiar and comfortable. I press one of my pillows in my chest, laying still and thinking about how stoned I am. My limbs are heavy and sensitive, just like my eyes as I slide them close.

Falling asleep immediately always felt like a waste of a high.

My emerald green throw tickles my skin as I slide into the covers. I settle in restlessly, the covers cradling my body delicately as I begin running my hands under my shirt. My core is warm but my hands are chilled from the wind. Body already trembling, I flinch away from it. I hate the feeling, but I find myself continuing to run my hand over my ribs as they heat up, the curve of my hip bone and just under the dip of my waistband. It feels good, my skin is just as soft as my finger tips, I press over my panties, just for a moment and squeeze my thighs together. A hum of pleasure verberetes through me and I think - it would feel better if John was doing this. Those strong looking hands, tall figure arched over me. His middle finger would feel endlessly better stretched up into me than two of mine ever did. My leg muscle tenses thinking about, pressing my heel into the bed. And that deep voice he uses when he speaks, would he be silent during sex, better yet, talk to me, low, sultry. In his fucking business suit, telling me how good I’m being.

I’m still not really touching myself, unmoving, it feels so dirty but I can’t stop my mind.

Finally, I yank my hand up, tucking myself into bed and pulling up a YouTube video.

I show up at 10:30 sharp, wearing a hoodie and some workout shorts. I didn't want to dress too nice since I have nothing else going on all day, but wearing a tank top again felt desperate.

John seemed like he had been idly waiting, I wonder if I should’ve been ten minutes early. I see him through the glass of the door as he strides over to allow me in.

His eyes skim over me as I pass by him, just for a moment. It's hot outside, he wants to ask me the question I always get.

Aren’t you hot in that?

The clothes are oversized; I push the sleeves up slightly, or they'd be hanging past my wrists. They're probably his size. John shoved his eyes away from me, towards a side hallway to the garage.

"The dog food is out here,” he begins leading me out. “He gets one scoop, and then just a can of wet food mixed in.” He shows me the dog food container and the cabinet where the wet one is. Guiding me through the kitchen, explaining that he doesn't care if I eat anything in the house, but he doesn't keep many snacks.

His house is the same size as mine, but the minimalist decor makes it feel bigger. There’s hardly any decoration, a few pictures. The furniture is black and new looking, his tv is large and takes up the entire side of the wall across from the couch.

In a pause, he turns to me and asks, "How old are you?"

My expression changes before I can catch it, startled. "22." I answer quickly. It’s such a normal question but for some reason the tips of my ears are burning.

John bites back a smile. “I only ask because," he gestures to a small area with a bar set up, whiskeys and assorted spirits lined the shelves, "you can help yourself. You're only next door, anyways, so I don't have to worry about you drunk driving home…" he almost begins to ramble, "so." He cuts himself off, pressing a hand to the table.

"I have cameras in the living room," he uses his other hand to point to one. Right beside a propped-up picture frame was a black home camera. "I just have it to check on Daisy when I'm working. It doesn't record, but if I check it, it lights up. It's the only one besides the doorbell."

I take mental note, and he gives me a key to the backdoor. "Last thing. I know you are staying with your parents, so if they start to annoy you, feel free to spend the night here. I have a spare bedroom upstairs.”

I thank him and leave out the front door with him. Waving him off after giving me the rest of daisy’s schedule.

It’s easy, daisy is a sweetheart and John texts me where’s his extra towels are. He hot tub hooked up to his back porch, it’s nice and clean but he said he hardly uses it.

Lucky me.

Day two of watching the dog and I’m spending the night. Creeping around the house like he’d click on the camera any minute. My large shirt covers my bikini as I go through my tote bag on the island. I try to touch the least amount of things as possible. It’s not hard, there’s not much to mess with. The camera isn’t pointed towards the kitchen, it angles to half the living room, the side of the couch, getting a nice potion of the backdoor where daisy likes to splay.

I already made sure the hot tub was out of view. He said I could use it but the thought of him catching me is embarrassing.

It’s the evening already, the sun setting back and the heat receding. Daisy sits at my feet as I make sure I grabbed everything I need from my house. Once I feel content, I take my bag and spare towel and head to the back, Daisy following on my heel.

She lays down in her spot as I peel off my tshirt, reaching into my bag for my joint and lighter. There’s an ashtray back here, I take mental note. Nothing of his smelled of cigarettes. A few steps in, I prop my phone up against the side of the hot tub and the wall, playing a new YouTube video while I continue to sink into the warm water.

I spark up and relax, listening in to my 3 hour long video essay mindlessly.

I wonder what John’s room looks like, is it just as empty as the rest of the house? It’s a rental but you’d think he’d want some semblance of of himself. Would just sheets smell like him? What did John Wick smell like? I haven’t been close enough to notice. His living room smells… new. Clean, like some just vacuumed.

When the hot tub gets boring and I’m sufficiently stoned I put on some music instead and climb out. I hate being wet, grabbing up the white fluffy towel and wrapping it around my torso.

I spend a nice amount of time rubbing on Daisy. She’s such a good girl, waiting patiently for me the whole time. It also gives me time to dry, so I’m not sopping wet when I do go back in. I go ahead and shower in the spare, keeping my hair dry. I change into comfy clothes, a new tshirt and some sweatpants, and I exit the bathroom.

I walk the halls slower, taking in the few frames that are there. Daisy, mostly. I look for his ex wife, but there’s none hanging up. I can guess where the master bedroom is from the layout of my house, arriving at his door with caution. It’s shut closed, menacing. Carefully, I reach out and turn the black metal off the handle. It gives way easy, slowly swinging open even after I release it.

His bed is large, a black fluffy looking confronter tucked into the low bed frame. Multiple black pillows sat up at the top. Still no decor, I slip in, my heart rattling in my chest. His closet door is mostly open, sunlight strewn into the bedroom illuminated the business suits hanging up.

Without further consideration, I fall onto the firm mattress. It gives way under me, soft, cradling my body as I stretch out. I moan in relaxation, digging my face into the material. It smells like man. A subtle cologne, salt, cedar maybe like shampoo. It’s so comfy that I close my eyes and choose to stay. John probably does this exact thing after work. Or maybe he’s occupied in his study hours before he’s wrapped up in bed.

I inhale deeply and push myself up, lingering around near his master suite bathroom. He has no bathtub like my parents, but he has a large rain shower. I don’t dare step in, it feels so off limits, leaning into the frame. It’s white and plane, it almost felt like a hotel bathroom. A luxury hotel.

When I’ve had enough, I retreat back to the spare room. The sheets smell like cotton fresh detergent and the blankets are soft beneath my body.

I urge to touch myself again, I wish I could in his bed. No. No. My thoughts are sinful, the guilt turns me off and I’m back to YouTube videos and heavy marijuana sleep:

I only spend the night the night twice. The second time on Thursday. He wouldn’t be back til Sunday so I was in the clear, it gave me time to wash my sheets. I follow the same slow routine, relaxing in the back with a joint, stringing out on his bed comfortably.

I had put all my stuff up, packed so I don’t have to worry about it in the morning and I can focus on cleaning. I pull John’s pillow into my chest, it smells even more of sea salt. It’s a more specific scent, so him, pheromones maybe that make hum quietly to myself.

Being high just boosts my bubbling hypersexuality I seem to suppress.

I could picture him fucking me into this bed. I would scream into this pillow, inhaling him every time I gasp for another breathe. I bet his cock is as pretty and well kept as he is. Cut, for sure, and long maybe. I’d let him use me to relive his stress after work, or maybe he’d be too tired and he’d fuck me sloppy and needy for release.

I don’t move from the bed. So comfy in my little ball and stuck in a cycle of distracting thoughts.

I started awake when I hear Daisy bark, disoriented as I peered around John’s room. Fuck, I had not meant to fall asleep here. I scramble up, rushing to the stairs to see John, pushing through the front door. I didn’t want him seeing me come from his room. I shut the door quickly, turning the handle before it closed so it would make less sound. I hurry to the guest room and toss some pillows around and pick them back up just as John as making his way up the stairs.

“Oh, sorry, wasn’t sure if you’d be here.” John speaks from the hallways, he can see you through the open door as you put the last pillow back in place.

“Mr. Wick, I’m sorry, I’ll clean up right now.”

“No, it’s okay. They sent me home early but I forgot to warn you. I’ll take care of it.” He approaches the guest room, leaving his suitcase at his closed door.

“Hey, uh,” he raises his shoulders intensely, biting his lower lip. His pause grows my anxiety. The threat of being caught looms, and he hadn’t even opened his door yet. “Next time you,” he coughs, “smoke. Could I buy some off of you or something?”

Oh. My mouth curves up into a smile. Mr. Wick wants to buy some weed off of me?

“Yeah, how much would you want?” I ask, sitting up straighter. It’s odd, suddenly having this hold over a grown man. I could scam him so easily.

“Like… a gram, maybe. Not a lot.”

“You know,” I press my tongue to the roof of my mouth, wondering if I’m crossing some unspoken line. He crossed it first, I think, asking your worker for drugs is not very professional, “you could just smoke with me next time? If you want.”

His eyes dance over me for a moment, trying to find the line I’m stepping on.

“Sure, if that’s okay?”

“I offered.” I reassure him. He nods, moving past the subject and stepping back.

“I’ll let you finish up whatever, let me know when you’re heading out,” he turns out and finally heads in his bedroom. My sudden high drops into my stomach, fuck, I left his pillows fucked up.

I ignore it, pretend everything was perfect as I finished stripping the guest bed and throwing him in the wash. He tells me he’ll finish the rest, eyes lingering on me downstairs in the kitchen. I try to return the key but he tells me I should just keep it for now, he’ll probably have to leave again soon. He’s quieter now, watching as I gather up all my things and wave myself off.

That night I text him, balancing the joint on my knee as I typed out a short offer for him to join me. I wasn’t sure if he’d be asleep by now, 11pm, he must be tired from his early flight. I had taken a midday nap to fill my time.

Despite my speculations, John replies telling me I can come over. I sneak out the back yard and walk to John’s front door. He’s waiting to greet me, black sweatpants, a white undershirt. His hair is wet from the shower and he’s wearing some funky socks. He pushes the door open enough for me to walk in and I accept, gliding past him. I’m also in my sweatpants and a big tshirt, as always. We’re almost matching.

“I rolled us a joint,” I tell him proudly as he pushes the rolling door to the outside. I don’t waste much time, easing myself into the chairs out by the hot tub and pulling the joint from my sleeve. My lighters in my pocket, I toss it onto the glass and it makes a soft clicking sound as it hits.

He follows me out slower, giving a minute to pet Daisy before he settles beside me. He picks up the joint, pulling it closer to his face to examine it. He inhales that gas and hands it back to me, “excellent roll,” he commends with a chuckle.

“Thank you, sir,” I put it between my lips, cupping away from the wind trying to light it evenly. I’m mostly successful, but it’s going to canoe at some point. I huff it a few times and lean back in the chair, pulling my legs up criss cross. John takes it from me, he’s leaning back too in the metal chair, legs pushed out.

He takes a breathe of it in, exhaling with a small cough. He suppresses more, clearing his throat before hitting it again and passing it back.

“Do you mind if I play music?” I ask and nods. I set my phone up and shuffle one of my Spotify playlists.

“Was Daisy good for you?” He asks, Daisy lays out by his feet.

“She’s perfect, I think you already knew that.” John laughs a little harder than I think he would if he wasn’t high, reaching down to scratch Daisy.

“I haven’t smoked weed since college,” he admits after a beat of silence.

“How long ago was that?”

More silence as he thinks, “about 5 years, maybe.”

Not as far away as I thought, I take another hit, it hasn’t started canoeing, go me. He’s 26 at the very youngest, but he seems pretty high up in his corporate job and there’s the chance he started college late, so maybe 31?

“I’m 28,” He said I like he could hear me thinking, “almost 29.”

“Old man.”

“I knew you’d say that,” I pass it back to him.

I talk about movies. John only plays them on flights but he hardly pays attention. TV shows? He hasn’t watched tv in three years.

Since his wife died. I fill that part in on my own.

I want to ask about her but I know it’s a touchy subject. He doesn’t even keep photos of her up.

“What do you usually do now?” He asks when it’s too hot to hit, a little roach. I set it on the glass.

“I usually stash them for a roach bowl when I’m out of weed,” I admit. Probably kinda gross now that I think about it. “Then I climb up in bed and,” touch myself, and think of you, “watch YouTube til I pass out.”

“I napped earlier so I’m not tired yet.”

“Same.”

“I don’t usually nap.”

“I do.” He chuckles and shakes his head.

“I wish.”

“Do you want to watch a movie then?”

I show him Kill Bill. He settles on the unused couch first, carefully pressed to the side to give me more than enough room. I settled on the couch with my legs folded into me. I leave a few inches between us, stealing glances at the way he’s strewn out beside me. He’s a large man, at least six foot but lean and strong looking. He has to work out, I can see his arm muscles flex as they’re crossed over his chest. He’s actually enjoying the movie, I was hoping he would. He got up to grab popcorn and I eased into our shared space carefully.

It’s easier when he comes back with it, I don’t give him the room to place it between us so he sets it on his leg near me. I let my eyes crawl over him every time I reach over to grab some. I could slide over into his lap right now, slide my hands under that tight white shirt. Help him relax.

I’m too high to dare, my hands are shaky just thinking about it. John notices when I go to grab more but he doesn’t say anything.

I do allow myself to shift closer, trying to do it unnoticed. I pressed my thigh against his. He doesn’t move but I catch his eyes darting to my leg, moments later.

I beg him with my eyes, to touch me, pull me closer. He doesn’t dare.

We get through the whole movie without me poucing on him, I yawn. Still high but not as much as earlier. He thanks me and I leave for the night. Going home I felt empty, he’d let me almost touch him. I climbed up in bed and I’m immediately rutting up against my hand. I wonder if he’d touch himself thinking of me, not that I’ve given him much material in my comfy clothes.

Maybe if I could get him into that hot tub. I imagine him, shirtless in his swimsuit. Damp and pressed to his thighs, pushed down to his hip to expose his cock, just above the warm water. I press two fingers into myself, flattening out on the bed and moaning under my breath. I want to grind against his thigh, come on his fingers. I come quick, and hard, laying shaky and exhausted in my small bed and going to sleep.

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rengokuology · 9 months

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I just read the Lexi Howard fanfiction and your writing got me back into my euphoria phase and I absolutely adore Lexi Howard! Could you please do a Lexi Howard x fem reader where the reader is really hyperactive in the moment but someone tells her she is being annoying and getting on their last nerve, so she like goes quiet and is holding back tears and biting her nails like a nervous habit, but Lexi obviously notices so Lexi pulls her aside and comforts her?

HARSH WAVES TO CALM WATERS. . .

LEXI HOWARD x FEM! HYPERACTIVE! READER

WARNINGS, hurt to comfort fanfiction ( i love this type of fanfics— )

DEAR REQUESTER, hellooooo!! as someone who is kinda inexperienced with writing this type of fanfiction, if i did anything wrong or you didn’t like it, let me know so if you want to re-request and such but anyways, i hope you enjoy!!

today, for her, has been very shitty.

well, like everyday, the beginning was normal! she went to school with the help from maddy, then she met up with her friends and her girlfriend, then went to her next classes, etc, etc.

all of that was interrupted though when an insensitive asshole told her that she needed to shut up because everybody was getting tired and annoyed of her ranting.

so, now here she was, sitting at the lunch table with her friend group and staying silent, something that hasn’t been quite common but they didn’t notice.

she was biting her nails while thinking— no, not thinking, overthinking and glancing at her girlfriend and her friends talking.

‘are they annoyed with me? they do seem annoyed. or maybe it’s just school? it could be school or— or nate! or maybe. . . maybe it’s me.’

she kept trying to reassure herself in her mind and chasing her thoughts to stop but no matter what, those thoughts kept running and basically playing ‘tag, you’re it’ with her in her mind.

she chewed on her nails, looking down at the lunch table and started to breath more and more heavily, more faster. . .

eventually, her thoughts started to corrupt her whole entire body and her body started to feel shaky and rough yet so light and far out of reach while a churning, burning feeling of doubt started to arise in her stomach.

‘what. . . what about lexi? she doesn’t hate me, she isn’t my girlfriend for no reason!’

‘or is she faking? maybe she is faking and i’m just too oblivious?’

‘no, stop thinking that, lexi loves you, you love lexi and your both happy!’

‘but lexi has been spending a lot of time with fezco. . . did she fall out of love?’

‘or maybe she wasn’t in love? is it just a prank or something?’

‘did maddy bribe her to date me? or maybe cassie?’

‘no, they wouldn’t do that, lexi wouldn’t do that’

‘but people can fake being in love and shit so maybe. . .?’

‘no, that can’t be possible. i’m not oblivious.’

‘but it can.’

her breathing grew heavier and faster by the minute, her hand starting to shake a little as tears started to brim her eyes without knowing.

everything felt wrong, not right, she felt too light, like she was in the sky almost, floating but falling at the same time.

she kept biting at her nails, caring for people who saw but she couldn’t stop.

‘are people looking at me? oh god, they’re looking at me.’

‘no, no, they’re just looking at their friends!’

‘or is it me? they look like they hate me.’

she kept overthinking and overthinking, she couldn’t focus on only one person, one thing, and because of that, her nerves of anxiety were spiking and her hand shaking to the point where people can tell by just a glance.

she couldn’t stop, chasing her thoughts and begging them to end their madness but nothing happening.

it felt too wrong, too light, she needed to run. . .

“hey, are you ok?”

suddenly, (reader) was brought back to reality by her girlfriend, (reader) turning her head towards lexi.

“sorry, what did you say?” “i was asking if you were ok?”

lexi told her, a concerned look on her features as lexi had her attention directed onto (reader).

‘she’s lying, she doesn’t care. she’s acting.’

‘or maybe she does? maybe she does care?’

‘no, that can’t be it. . .’

(reader) quickly nodded, a reassuring and small smile gracing her lips as she stared back at lexi, still not knowing that tears were in her eyes.

“yep, i’m fine!”

she wasn’t fine.

and lexi knew she was lying, taking a quick glance at the girls bathroom door before turning her eyes back to (reader).

“you wanna go to the bathroom real quick?”

(reader) now leaned against the tiled wall, looking down at her hands and picking at her painted fingernails while avoiding lexi’s gaze and calming herself down slowly by being alone with her girlfriend.

"did something happen today or. . .? i just saw you weren't talking like usually do and you were shaking and everything, i just want to make sure your ok."

lexi told her, looking at her as she leaned on the tiled wall opposite of (reader) and waiting to listen to her.

"i'm fine. . ."

(reader) claimed, glancing up at her to see her expression to see lexi's face twisted with concern and want to help her girlfriend. however, her mind was running of thoughts and questions on whether or not she was acting about being concerned, trying to see if there was anything different.

"it's ok if you don't want to talk about it (reader), just know that i'm here for you, ok? i don't want you to suffer alone."

lexi told her girlfriend as (reader)'s eyes glanced back down at her chipped nails again, the nail polish on different sets of fingernails almost being off.

the two stayed in silence for a little before. . .

"do you hate me, lexi?"

(reader) suddenly asked, not wanting to look up and see her reaction, just in case if it was bad.

"no, i don't. . . why?"

"there was this guy in my class and he told me to shut up because my class was getting tired and annoyed of me and i, uh, i kinda started overthinking it. . ."

lexi sighed, still concerned for her girlfriend who was obviously going through a lot at that moment.

"can i hug you?"

(reader) nodded as lexi hugged them, the side of (reader)'s head laying on lexi's shoulder.

"i love you, ok? to the moon and back and nothing's going to change that. no matter what asshole says or what happens, i will always be here no matter what and i’ll always love you for who you are and what you do in life. . .”

lexi told her, pressing a kiss in her hair gently while holding her with her arms wrapped around (reader)‘s waist.

(reader) was smiling at her girlfriend’s words, just staying silent as she silently adored her girlfriend and how sweet she was. her overthinking thoughts died down as lexi comforted her. of course, they didn’t disappear but one thing (reader) knew is that when lexi talked and comforted her, they would go away for so many minutes and give her the calmness she loved and all she knew in those minutes. . .

is that her overthinking was like harsh waves and lexi would calm them.

AUTHORS NOTE, hello again requester!! if you didn’t like this or anything, please let me know so i can edit this post or do a new request but besides that, thank you so much for reading and requesting!! i hope you have a good day or night, goodbye!!

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Kagehina Fanfic: Ch.6

Hinata

"Yoooouu lady-killer!" Tanaka pounces on me from behind and starts viciously grinding his knuckles into the top of my head.

"Aagghh! Tanaka, what the hell! Get off!"

Chortling gleefully, Tanaka releases me and steps back. He's grinning from ear to ear. "You've got a date," he declares triumphantly.

"Excuse-me?"

I'd been eating lunch in the cafeteria with Noya, Asahi, and Kageyama. At these words from Tanaka, Noya springs to attention. "Say what?" He pipes eagerly. "Who has our little carrot-top snared?"

"Weelllll..." Tanaka draws out the word for dramatic effect. He leans in closer to me and begins mock-whispering, clearly making a point of being loud enough for the others to hear. "Behind me to the right. See the table by the recycling bin?"

I follow the indicative jerk of Tanaka's head with my eyes. "Yeah..."

"See the tiny little blond sitting next to the girl who looks like she got her face smashed in with one of Asahi's spikes?"

"Huh?"

"Hey!" Asahi doesn't seem too pleased to be referenced in this way.

"The smashed-in-face one is my little sister," Tanaka continues.

"Okay..."

"And the tiny blond is her best friend, Sawako, whoooo..." he takes a long breath, as if expecting us to drumroll. "... happens to have a big crush on you!"

"Owwwww, Hinata my man!" Noya bounces to his feet and punches me in the shoulder.

"Jeez!" I rub my shoulder, not sure whether to be angry or just bewildered. "Calm down. I don't even know that girl, how would she have a crush on me?

"She watched you play!" Tanaka explains eagerly. "Tagged along with my sister to the championship game, and I guess she found your quick attacks so flaming hot..."

"Daaamn." Noya's way too invested in this. "Scoring points on the court and with the ladies! Two birds with one stone."

Asahi also chuckles. "Congrats, Hinata. She looks like a nice girl."

Everyone looks like a nice person to Asahi.

I frown and rub my temples. "Well, if it's the quick attacks she likes, then she should really be going after Kageyam..." I trail off as I catch sight of Kageyama's face. It's pale as hell and he looks like he might be about to hurl. "Hey. Are you okay? You look sick."

"Hellooooo!" Tanaka waves his hand up and down in front of my face, energetically. "I'm about to get you a date, you doorknob! Will you focus?"

"Just shut up for a minute." I push Tanaka's hand away so I can continue assessing Kageyama. He really doesn't look good... "Kageyama?"

"I'm fine," Kageyama says brusquely. "Go on. Plan your date."

I'm hardly convinced, but Kageyama shifts on his seat, angling his body away from me in his clear "I don't want to talk to you" fashion. I sigh. Finally, I turn back to Tanaka, who's positively incredulous at my lack of attention.

"Okay, sorry... I'm listening."

"Finally! Okay so here's the scoop. Sawako asked my sister to ask me to ask you if you'll meet her at the gelato shop down the road after school today."

"Why didn't she ask me herself?"

"Because she's a teenage girl! They like doing these things through some wacky, giggly game of telephone. Apparently they've been hatching this plan for a couple weeks, the little dorfuses."

I'm surprised Tanaka was willing to play messenger to his kid sister's friend. But I guess his enthusiasm for the opposite sex extends to an eagerness to land dates for his team-mates.

I purse my lips and consider this new information. "I practise after school," I say finally.

"For crying out loud, Hinata!" Tanaka bursts. "It's a Friday afternoon in the off-season! You do not need to blow off a girl to practise!"

"He's right, Hinata." It's Kageyama who spoke. Surprised, I turn to face him again. He still looks rather pekid, but he's angled back towards me and is holding my gaze steadily. "We practise every day. You can afford to go on a date."

"But..."

"I'm not feeling too well today anyway." His voice sounds rather flat.

"So you are sick."

Kageyama shrugs. "Nah. Just... got a headache, that's all."

I nod. "Okay."

I could practise without Kageyama, but it wouldn't be nearly as productive. Maybe I should go see this girl after all... I mean, why not?

I glance over at her again. She is kind of cute... And short enough that she wouldn't be taller than me in high heels.

"Okay," I say at last. "I'll do it."

Tanaka whoops loudly and Noya claps me on the back. Asahi smiles. Kageyama looks down at his plate of food.

The group falls back into other chatter until the bell signals the end of lunch. As I gather up my things to go, I feel a hand come down softly on my shoulder. I look back – Kageyama again.

"Hinata," he murmurs. "If you're really worried about missing a practice... I can meet you this weekend to make up for it, if you like."

I feel a smile pull gently at my face. "Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that." Read more on on AO3 and wattpad :)

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imthatchishiyasimp · 3 years

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HELLOOOOO!!!

I'm freaking out this is my first post, like the first one shot I post and write about AIB and Chishiya.

I really hope you all like it, please please please tell me what you think about it and whatever you want to tell me.

It's long (4444 words), I know, but I hate small things because I get upset. It's very close to the story and it doesn't have lot's of changes, I wanted to try first to write about something I know. In the future I will write more original and new stuff. Also, I wanted to get used to the universe and to the characters first.

HAVE A NICE READ 💚

“THIS WAY TO THE GAME ARENA”

The sign flashes all around the city. I slowly walk towards the Toei Sendagaya block apartment, focused on the cube in my hands. Due to having no electricity, I’ve gotten used to pick random things from stores to entertain myself.

It’s still shocking to feel the city so silent and calm, and at the same time it feels terrifying. One would think that being that people die every day, the streets would be forgiving. You can’t even lower your guard now. Even since the first day, I’ve liked walking around the streets, checking out shops and random apartments. I kinda feel powerful, but it’s something that deep inside I know it’s just fake and limited. And I’m not giving up, but at least I’m going to enjoy now that I can, until ‘they’ decide that I’m not needed around anymore.

The tall complex shines between the bushes and buildings, its lights on every floor lighted on. I place myself a few meters hidden behind the stairs leading to the central lobby. From there, I sit and watch people climb the stairs. A couple of them look pretty scared and lost, showing signs of this being their first game. The rest all look shaken up but used to this. When it looks like no one else will come, I get up and get to the crowd around the phones.

There’s thirteen people waiting and all of them look at me while I pick the phone from the table. When the facial recognition is finished I can see that there’s only a few seconds left for the game to start. Almost didn’t make it. Would have been stupid to die because I was daydreaming.

‘Move aside’ I say to Chishiya, elbowing him after not having a response. He looks at me annoyed and slips off his earphones. He finally moves to let me place my back at the wall and get my hair in a bun.

“REGISTRATION HAS CLOSED. THERE ARE A TOTAL OF 14 PARTICIPANTS. THE GAME WILL NOW COMMENCE.”

It’s so easy to point out who the newcomers are and the ones that are sick of playing. You can also name who’s going to be willing to put themselves first and who’s going to scary run the whole game.

I start rolling the sleeves of my sweatshirt up when a boy with a cap starts talking to some guys. They look lost, but not new to this. Might be the first week here. I eye them from my spot, not saying a thing but listening to the whole exchange.

“Excuse me, do you know what this is?” He asks a black haired boy. Honestly, he looks a mess, like he has just gotten up from bed and hasn't changed in a few days. “I ended up here and I have no idea what’s going on”.

“It’s a game” He answers. At the same time, the blonde man next to him, probably his friend, tells him to stop it. I chuckle and cover it up with a cough, earning myself a glare from both Chishiya and Aguni. I might be prone to get in trouble with people and they won’t be happy if I screw a game up. Better be quiet.

The blonde guy whispers to his friend and I try to pick something up from the conversation. Not get close to the new ones and something else.

“DIFFICULTY: FIVE OF SPADES”

The card flashes on our phones, telling us the kind of game and the level of difficulty. I was so curious about the card when I got to my first game, I didn’t know what it meant and what I was supposed to do with it. I’m a bit ashamed to admit that I admire the cleverness behind the rules and the method of the games. It’s the work of both a psycho and a genius.

A sporty girl starts to stretch just after the card shows, so she must know what it means. She’s calm and collected and I bet she’s willing to put all of us on the killing zone before she goes down. We could be friends, I think.

I hear a sigh next to me and I catch a glimpse of Chishiya rolling his eyes. He doesn’t exactly hate physical games, but they sometimes mean having to run or climb and he’s not a fan of working out. And, even though he won’t admit it, he doesn’t like having his white hoodie dirty. Not going to judge, I don’t love spades games either, but I will choose them over the hearts ones a million times.

I get down to tie my shoes tighter just in case. I would hate tripping like the clown I really am in front of all these people. Some guy in a hat starts explaining to the two friends from before what it means a spades game. Club games are hard if there are more newcomers than experienced people. I mean, if it's a game where team work means everything, you bet you prefer working with someone who knows the way around the games. Diamond ones are a bit weird: being clever will get you through them, but sometimes the answer is so straightforward that you get lost looking for the catch. Heart games are the worst. They will kill you even if you survive, and pray that you don’t get to play with a friend or someone you know.

“GAME: A GAME OF TAG.”

“RULE: RUN AWAY FROM THE TAGGER.”

“CLEAR CONDITION: DISCOVER THE SAFEZONE HIDDEN IN ONE OF THE BUILDING ROOMS WITHIN THE TIME LIMIT. YOU CLEAR THE GAME WHEN THIS OBJECTIVE IS FULFILLED.”

“TIME LIMIT: 20 MINUTES.”

“AFTER 20 MINUTES HAS PASSED, THE TIME BOMB HIDDEN IN THE BUILDING WILL EXPLODE.”

I turn around to face Chishiya, grinning like a mad girl. He doesn’t even flinch when he stops me from talking. “No, I’m not racing you to the top.”

“But…” I sigh and watch as everyone starts running to the stairs like lost puppies. “You are so mean”. I punch him in the shoulder and cross my arms, walking towards the lift. No need running seven floors up and wasting energy if I’m not even going to be able to brag about having won a race.

Chishiya follows closely behind, probably guessing I’m going to try and leave him there.

“TWO MINUTES BEFORE THE GAME STARTS.”

We get inside the lift and silently wait until we get to the seventh floor. It’s been a long time since I used one, not everyday you get to play in a building apartment. Feels nice, and like we’re back to normal.

Once we get to the top, we both choose a position that lets us have a good look at the whole complex. He goes to one wing while I leave for the other one. No point leaving a flank unseen. I take my cube out and restart it, keeping an eye on the people looking around scattered through the floors. I don’t get why someone would choose saying in the lower ground when a tagger is supposed to chase you through the whole building. Dude, that’s the most critical place to start.

“Hey, don’t get distracted with those games of yours.”

“Don’t be mean, Chishiya. You know I’m paying attention.” Anyway, once I finish the cube, I keep it in my pocket and rest my arms on the banister.

Aguni and his new friend get to the seventh floor and both of us wave towards him. Like always, he completely ignores us and keeps walking towards another high point.

“That’s nasty” Chishiya says and I nod along. Aguni is always so serious during games, it’s boring.

“I place my bet on those two guys and the sporty girl surviving”. I firmly say. They look like they will make it, but not without having a rough time.

He has the audacity to snort and laugh at me and I look at him surprised. “You’re joking. Everyone looks like they’re about to die, as usual. Just look at them, they don’t know shit about what to do”.

“Were you this calm in your first games? Don’t be mean, they are trying their best. No one wants to die.”

“But, where you that stupid?” He says while pointing to a couple of girls on the second floor who are touching their phones desperately. “I’m not saying you gotta be a genius from the start, but if you don’t collect yourself quickly, you are already dead.”

“Well, my majesty, not all of us are like you, and some people need a little more time, and a little more help.”

Chishiya looks at me and, as if I had imagined, a caring and sorry look crosses his eyes. He probably remembers the first time he saw me get through the games and how I completely lost it once. It wasn’t easy.

“THE GAME WILL NOW COMMENCE.”

He nudges my arm with his elbow and I look at him.

“THE TIME LIMIT IS 20 MINUTES.”

“Hey” He says with a soft voice.

“GAME START.”

“Don’t die this time.”

“Wasn't planning to.”

“THE TAGGER IS NOW ON THE MOVE.”

As if we all had planned it, the whole complex goes silent, trying to locate this said tagger. A trumpet goes off and everyone looks scared, ready to bolt to wherever they can.

The sound of the lift’s doors can be heard from our position, so the tagger is probably on the sixth or fifth floor.

Not a penny drop can be heard. Not a breath.

Some people start walking and try to open doors. The rest are all watching closely until something happens.

And it does.

Gunshots run through the dense air that surrounds us. I try to see where they come from and I finally catch sight of the tagger. Probably a man, judging for the height, with a horse head and a really mean gun. He’s on the sixth floor, just in front of the stairs.

I point at him and nudge Chishiya, but I already know that he has seen him.

There’s now thirteen of us.

And then shots are fired again and we can see the two friends and the one with the hat running down the stairs, away from the tagger.

“Told you, they are gonna get killed.” Chishiya says with a smirk.

“Oh shut up, this is not a TV show we are talking about. And I have faith in them”.

They split up on the third floor, the hat man keeps going down while the other two try to hide in the hallway. Not long after, on the ground floor that the tagger chases and shots the first one and finds another man freaking out. I don’t know if it’s better that he died because he went off the game zone instead of being shot by the tagger. Anyway, he’s also dead. And that makes three dead players.

Eleven participants left.

“See, they are smart. At least the cute one”. I say smiling.

Chishiya looks at me and raises an eyebrow, silently questioning just what I said.

“What? It’s not like I’m lying; he is cute, and smart.” I laugh and wink at him, cutting eye contact with him. If we are going to have an awkward moment, please don’t be while we are playing for our lives.

The killing spree of the tagger continues with the pretty and lost two girls. They sure are on their first game, because they look so freaking scared and unprepared. I mean, who would have come with heels and handbags. I scoff and shake my head watching how one of them falls dead and the other one wastes an incredible opportunity of getting away while the tagger reloads. Well, not all of us are strong enough to leave our friend and not panic at the same time. Shame she has to die, anyway.

So now we are nine players still alive.

Looks like everything’s gone silent again, until shouts break the silence and we all look for the source. It’s the cute guy and I laugh when I understand what he’s saying.

“Everyone! The tagger is currently at the second level of the central area! The tagger has bad vision because of his mask! Let’s inform each other of the tagger’s location and search for the safezone together!”

“Oh my god, did he seriously turn a spades game into a club’s one?” I laugh again and Chishiya scoffs under his hood. “I want to be best friends with him”.

“Don’t be stupid.” Chishiya says. We move a bit to see where they are going now that they are all running. “It’s a good idea, not going to lie, but no one will answer him.”

He mutters something else, but I don’t really catch it. I think I saw the tagger doubt his step when he heard the guy shouting, but he definitely looks annoyed when the sporty girl shouts back.

“The tagger is moving from the fourth level of the central area! Anyone nearby, run!”

I celebrate and raise my hands, clapping and laughing in Chishiya’s face. He looks surprised and tells me to shut it.

The girl runs from the tagger and finds an elderly woman in the hallway. With the tagger on their back, they are probably going to get killed. I grip the banister and hold my breath. She seems friendly and clever, I’m internally rooting for her.

Suddenly she jumps off the balcony and starts climbing the pipes up to the next floor. The other woman dies behind her, and the tagger tries to catch the girl but fails.

“She’s pretty good.” Chishiya mutters. “You just wish you could do that. It’s called envy”.

“As if you could do that too. You are just as weak as me.”

“Hey! Don’t throw me in the same casket!”

“EIGHT MINUTES UNTIL THE GAME ENDS.”

“THERE ARE CURRENTLY EIGHT SURVIVORS.”

Already? We should start moving.

I look at Chishiya under my hair and he frowns at something. I follow his gaze and see the tagger looking at the cap boy from an upside floor. What’s shocking it’s him starting to shoot from there. He has been killing just people he casually finds while walking around, not shooting from that distance.

The boy goes down, but looks unharmed. The two friends are on the same floor and get to him, running away from the door he was trying to open.

Not bothering to ask Chishiya if he got that, I start jumping on the place and keep my phone in my pockets. He slides off the hood and shoves me towards the stairs.

“Shall we, ma’am?”

“THERE ARE FIVE MINUTES REMAINING.”

From the corner of my eye I catch Aguni intercepting the boys and I make a face. It doesn’t always go well when he does that, he tends to let them die in order to have his way. The sporty girl stops to talk to them and she starts jumping from floor to floor.

“Do you think someone’s going to get it too?” I ask out loud. Chishiya shrugs and keeps on walking. I tsk and stay behind him when we get to the hallway. I turn around and watch my back, even though I heard a fight somewhere near. Probably Aguni, who are we kidding.

Just when we are arriving at the safezone apartment, the cute boy appears from the other side.

“Cute boy! I’m glad you realized it!” I happily say without thinking. I mouth a silent sorry when he looks at me a bit perplexed. Chishiya elbows me, hard, and I whine a bit. That’s mean.

He picks the doorknob first, but doesn’t open it. The three of us are watching closely, and honestly I’m a bit nervous about the time. I don’t like risking it as much as Chishiya.

“Aren’t you going to open it?” he asks.

The boy answers a couple of seconds after, lost in his thoughts “Why did the tagger chase us? He could have just waited here.”

He is onto something. Now, I’m not liking this at all.

“Seems like there’s something else we don’t know.” Chishiya says, keeping his calm exterior. He’s going to use this poor boy in case he has any doubt of a risk. “However,” he adds, taking his phone out “if you don’t open it…”

There are three minutes left.

Sweat starts running down my back, making me shiver and hold my breath while I watch the boy start turning the doorknob. All our phones beep announcing the time left until we all die with the bomb.

Slowly, he opens the door with caution. We all walk inside, in silence and with darkness surrounding us. It 's empty. No furniture, neither personal objects nor some leftovers of someone’s life. A few steps in we notice a door at the end of the room and we all walk towards it.

It’s not until we are too far inside that another tagger walks out behind the door.

“Look out!” the boy screams and pushes us out of the shot range.

Gunshots fly around the apartment and I duck behind the bathroom door. Chishiya uses the taser and the tagger goes down, but recovers quickly and starts shooting again. I scream when a bullet gazes at my arm. It fucking hurts, but at least the bullet didn’t got me completely.

I can hear the apartment door being shut and the other door at the end closing too. They must have gotten through them. I hope they aren’t harmed.

I wait, trying not to make any sound in case the tagger comes to finish me off. I search through the room, but nothing seems lethal enough to use like a weapon. I hate bringing weapons to games, I don’t really want to kill anyone if I can help it.

Gunshots are fired and I cover myself up, even though they are not directed towards me. Fighting blade weapons? I’m okay with that. Fighting people? Not against it. But, I have nothing towards a gun. I mean, it can take me from a long distance! No point.

“Everyone! The safezone is in apartment 406! It’s impossible to clear the game alone! We need two people to do this!”

Are you kidding? This is so mean. What if you were the only survivor? Not fair, not at all.

Well, it seems like I should get moving and try to do something useful in this game. I haven’t done shit, now that I think about it.

Slowly, I open the door just in time to see the tagger shoot the door and break the safelock. I take small steps following it, ready to throw myself to placate it. Just when the gun is going up I jump and kick the tagger in the knee, managing to bring it to the floor.

I hear a scream coming from the tagger and a lady cursing from behind the mask. She starts shooting and I scream trying to cover myself without being hit. The guy bolts and tries to help me get her off the gun, but she keeps fighting like a mad person.

We both go down before she gets us with the bullets and I catch a glimpse of Chishiya at the door, trying to help but having to cover himself because of the lost shots.

The phones all inform us of the ten seconds remaining at the same time that the sporty girl jumps through the glass of the balcony. The tagger kicks me and gets the gun pointing at my face and I panic just a bit before I push back. The other guy tries to help me, but with no help.

“Hey!” Chishiya shouts.

I’m on the floor fighting the tagger with the gun under my chin, trying to get it off my face, but I see him throwing the taser to the girl and she quickly gets the tagger down.

I let out a sigh before I heard the time almost coming to an end. My eyes search for him and we lock our gazes. I can feel the breath we are both holding and the silent words running through our minds. My fingers clench and I swallow, accepting death like a forgotten friend, saying goodbye with a blink.

But, just like that, with a blink, it all finishes. The buttons are pressed on the last second and we all hear the beeps from our phones.

“GAME CLEAR.”

“CONGRATULATIONS.”

In that same moment, the tagger gets the mask off and we can see an old lady crying looking at us. The collar in her neck starts beeping faster and faster and I scramble to get away from her. Chishiya grabs both my arms and I scream at the touch in the bullet gaze from before, but he doesn’t let go and gets me away at the same time that the collar explodes, killing the lady.

My whole back is covered in blood and I roughly grab Chishiya’s hoodie. I don’t want to look at her and see what we did, even though it was unintended. She was also playing, and she died because we won.

Chishiya and I are left in the room with the dead tagger, and he grips my hand and makes me let go of him. He starts checking the pockets of the lady and gets something out, but I don’t register exactly what.

I get out of the apartment to breathe. I hate this part where we really think about what went down here. Lots of people died, and we got a few days to live just to have to risk it again in the next game. Could have we saved someone? Not really, I know that. But it doesn’t make it easier anyway.

“I’m Arisu.” Someone says beside me. I turn and the cute boy is there, watching me from a distance. “I wanted to thank you, for risking yourself back there. We are alive thanks to all of you.” He sticks out his hand to me and waits.

I’m speechless. No one has thanked me like this in any game. I didn’t really do a thing, but he’s thanking me. I should be the one doing it, he cooperated with the other girl and they stopped the bomb. We could have died there.

I let out a small laugh and shake his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Arisu. And thanks to you, you did the dirty work inside the room.”

I look back inside and watch Chishiya stick the paper in his hoodie and walk towards us.

“I look forward to meeting you somewhere else, hopefully not dead in a game. Be careful and enjoy the warm water in the ocean now that we are all alone in the city.”

With a wink, I walk out of the apartment building with Chishiya not too far behind. I think he heard me talking to Arisu, but he doesn’t comment on it.

We walk, and we walk, and we walk. Neither of us likes to go back to the Beach in the cars, so we always take a stroll through the streets, enjoying the silence and the stars shining above us.

“Does it hurt?” he asks.

“Mmh?” I look at him questioning and he nods to my bleeding arm. “Oh, yes, like a bitch. But I’ll have to wait until we get there.”

He tsks and grabs my arm, leading us to a pharmacy around the corner. I don’t say anything, knowing he will shut me up and will only be a waste of time. We get inside and he starts looking for some disinfectant and bandages.

He knows his stuff. I was surprised at first to discover he knows his way around the medical grounds; and I’m glad he does. It doesn't hurt having someone nearby capable of dealing with nasty wounds.

He silently works and I watch him closely. He’s handsome. And he knows it, that’s why he smirks feeling my gaze on his face. I trace his features taking my time. His eyes are the most scary thing I’ve ever met. They hold so much knowledge and feelings. I always feel like he could take me apart just with his eyes. He mostly covers his emotions, so even though you search for micro expressions, you will come empty handed almost always.

I bring my free hand up and run my fingers through his hair. I love it, it’s so smooth and soft. And the fact that he always wears white to match his hair makes me smile like an idiot.

Chishiya clears his throat and starts covering up the wound. My hand drops and rests in his arm, basking in the heat he’s making.

Once he’s done, he brings down my sleeves and looks me in the eye, silently checking if I’m okay. I nod and take his hand, quickly gripping and, just as fast, letting go. I can hear him sigh behind me, and he follows behind.

“You know, I’m glad I met you here, but I would have prefered meeting you in the real world.”

“Why?”

“Because I know I will be safer here with you, but I also know the probability of us having a happy ending is minimal while we are here.”

“You are not wrong.” A couple of minutes goes by until he adds: “But that doesn’t mean you can’t try and make the most of it while you are alive. It will hurt more, but at this point, who cares?”

I let out a breathy laugh and turn around to hug him. Hard. He stops and lets me hug him, finally giving in and hugging me back. I hide my face in his neck, breathing deep and closing my eyes. I can feel his pulse and his chin coming down on my head, his hand running through my back.

“You are an idiot.”

“And you are mean. Deal with it.”

I swear I can feel his lips kissing the top of my head, but it’s so fast I can’t be sure. He starts walking again and I run to catch him before I lose him.

We may have a complicated relationship, if you can call it that. We are there for each other, not sure of what to do, what to give, what to take. But we do not give up. I’m just glad I’m not alone, and thankful that I have someone looking out for me.

I smile all the way to the Beach.

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Emerald Eyes: Chapter 5

Chapter 5: (Y/N’s POV)

Word count: 2k

A/N: this honestly was awesome to write, like I'm hoping I got the protectiveness of Clint right, and then change in attitude. Also, I hope you find the same stuff I laughed at for like 20 minutes while writing funny. Other than that Enjoy the Chapter and if you wanna be added to the tag list fill out the form and give me some suggestions and your Vote for our endgame!

Chapter 4 , Chapter 6

Your first week of training with Natasha seemed to be going well, everytime you got pinned, had to tap out or take a break (which was not often, so you had to pretend a few times) she would tease you which started to become something you actually enjoyed, you liked how creative she would get with a few of them. Every so often she would make comments regarding something Steve said about you “not being a regular recruit” and “you’re something special, apparently” is all she would say about it, you were glad that steve didn’t tell her about your enhancements. You hadn’t told anyone yet, not even your -self-appointed -“best friend” Pietro, who you know would understand more than the others at the compound, but you just couldn’t risk anyone knowing especially the person who is in charge of your training at the compound. If Natasha did know or had a suspicion of you, you couldn’t tell from the way she acted around you.

It wasn’t until her friend Clint came back from “personal time” did she start to act different, at first nothing changed she acted as she normally does around you, but after your first meeting with Clint something changed…

“Hi, I’m SWORD Agent (Y/L/N), its great to meet you... Agent Romanoff has told me about you” you greet him with a smile and an outstretched hand, he returns your smile with an indifferent look and refusing your hand “nice to meet you…” he says as his eyes scan you as if he is looking for something, and then he turns to Natasha with a wide smile “soo...Nat how about we head to the team dinner now? I don’t want Thor to get all the good stuff” Natasha turns to you with a surprisingly gentle smile “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” you return her smile with one of her own as you back away from the two “yeah, have fun…” you give Clint a small wave goodbye “...nice meeting you, Agent Barton” he doesn’t pay you any mind as him and Natasha walk off down the hallway.

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You run into him a few times over the next few weeks around the compound after that, but none that stick out to you as much as when you were running around the track outside the compound while Natasha watched and wrote a few things down on her notepad every so often, you had noticed Clint walking up to her and just assumed it was regarding avengers business, but when Clint reached Natasha he just watched you run and would look at the redhead beside him a few times before his stoic expression slowly turned into one of surprise as his jaw dropped, he said something into her ear which made her finally look up at him. You couldn’t tell from where you were, but from the way she grabbed his arm and led him inside through the glass doors, she was either mad or something really bad had happened.

As you got closer to the side of the track they previously occupied you stopped for a sip of your water and watched them through the glass, Natasha seems to be annoyed while Clint just looked up at the ceiling with a huge smile and his arms crossed, Natasha however just shook her head and walked outside back to the track, she saw you and gave you a short smile that didn’t reach her eyes, when she came up to you she motioned for you to go back inside the compound you assumed that this meant training would be more sparing or shooting, but she didn’t move from her spot, you called out to her “you coming?...can’t really continue training without you” she looked up at you with an emotionless expression “you’re done for today, eat and rest and we’ll be back here tomorrow morning” this confused hell out of you, the entire that you’ve been training with Natasha she has not once let you go early if anything she keeps you for longer. You could tell something was up but you didn’t want to intrude so you simply walked back into the compound where you were greeted by Clint who was suddenly cheery to see you “Hellooooo, (Y/N)...I just realized I never asked how you’re liking training with Nat, is she fun? Keeping you on your toes?” this sudden change in mood from the two of them confused you even more.

“I’m finding it nice...she seems to know what she’s doing and she’s highly skilled, it was nice of steve to assign her to me” Clint’s brows furrowed at that last part but his smile didn’t fade “Oh...she told you Steve assigned her to you?...” you nodded because that is exactly what she had told you after your first training session “...big blue told me that she requested to be your partner, hmm I wonder why?-well I better get going have a lovely evening!” he pats your shoulder as he walks past you and down the hall, you stand there for another minute before continuing back to your qu-room -as Pietro kept insisting you call it- and called it a day before heading to the library to relax. You waited for a few hours for the young woman that you would talk with on the other side of the shelf, she had stopped showing up a few weeks prior and so you decided to head back to your room and attempt to get some sleep after the day you had.

Time Skip--3 weeks

After about a month of training with Natasha and getting lessons on “how to live” with Pietro you’ve started to feel comfortable around the compound, Natasha seemed to get back to her normal behaviour after a few weeks since her talk with Clint that had changed his mood about you suddenly, you were even invited to the avenger’s movie night by Pietro, it was a little weird when you first sat down though...

Pietro had asked Natasha if it was okay for him to join your training for the day and she knew he was lonely since his sister’s mission so she allowed for him to join a few exercises, once your session was over he was very quick to stop you when you were heading to leave the room.

He whizzes from his spot across the room to right in front of you as he beginnings “so dude, I was thinking...maybe you wanna join us for movie night?” he gives you desperate eyes that he always uses when he wants something.

You give him a “really?” look because you were pretty sure Natasha would object to this idea, “umm, well...I don’t know man, is the team cool with me crashing?” He nods and calls out to Natasha who is making her way towards you two.

“Is it cool if (Y/N) crashes movie night tonight?”

Natasha’s lips go up into a small smile -that you have been very oblivious to the fact that she only does it when someone says your name- as she responds to Pietro’s inquiry “well I think it would be a great idea, the team wouldn’t mind at all I’m sure”

You give a small smile before answering “I don’t really have a choice, do I P?” Pietro gives you a big grin which is all the answer you need, he was definitely going to bring you to movie night if you agreed or not “nope! Now tell me what do you like to snack on during comedies?” you tell him what your favourite candies are and he says goodbye as he rushes out to grab the snacks for the whole team and now you.

Natasha is already making her way down the hallway when you call out to her “You really had to give him an answer?” she lets a small giggle escape her lips as she continues walking.

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You get into a few of the new casual clothes that Pietro helped you buy as part of his “how to live” lessons, and make your way to the avenger’s common room, it is much nicer than you imagined and is filled with a lot of comfortable looking furniture, as you enter you are greeted by Pietro of course, who is setting up the snacks on the coffee table in the middle of the room, and then Steve who is grabbing beverages from the fridge in the kitchen, he hands you a beer but you decline.

“I don’t really drink, but thank you” as soon as you say this Clint and Pietro appear next to you. Pietro has a faux look of sympathy and Clint is giving you a look that says “don’t worry we aren’t gonna judge you” as he takes one of the beers from Steve. Pietro presses the drink into your hand and looks you in the eye as he speaks slowly “Lesson. Number. Three, dude...relax a bit” you hesitate at first but reluctantly accept the drink and thank Steve once again. You see Bruce enter with Tony hot on his trail ranting about one of their new inventions “Brucie, I’m telling you this would only take a few- um I’m sorry who are you? who is this?” he says pointing to you.

“Oh um, hi I’m Agent (Y/L/N)-*Pietro elbows you and gives you a LooK* (Y/F/N)-I'm (Y/N) -this was another lesson from the speedster "use your first name more"- Pietro invited me to join you all tonight” you say before taking a sip of beer to calm your nerves, he looks over to Pietro “you keep bringing the agents your shacking up with to movie night and I’ll ban you again” you spit out some of your drink as he says this and proceed to cough while you try to correct him “n-no *cough* we-we are not *wheezes before coughing again* we *clears throat* we are not together sir...I can promise you that, I am-I am very much into women” Pietro is laughing on the floor after falling over while all of this is happening and cursing that he didn’t have a camera. Steve is patting your back to make sure you’re okay and Clint is giving you a cheeky smirk as he walks over towards the TV area.

Once you and Pietro are both recovered from that spectacle, and you say hello to Bruce, and everyone goes and takes their seats, Steve takes an armchair, Tony takes an identical one next to him and Bruce takes the one next to Clint, Pietro goes and sits in front of the coffee table facing directly at the screen, as you look around you notice that one redheaded Russian is missing from the group, you shrug it off and go to sit down on the couch that is behind the coffee table as soon as you get comfortable though the entire team is staring at you with wide eyes and concern...all except for Clint who is looking at you as though he is calculating something in his head.

You look at all of them before you speak up “umm...is something wrong? Did I get beer on my shirt or something?” Bruce opens his mouth to speak before everyone turns their heads to the direction of footsteps coming their way, as you turn your head to look you are greeted by yet again a pair of mesmerizing emerald eyes that don’t connect with yours as they scan the room before landing on you, you wave and give a small smile to the owner of those eyes as she looks like she is contemplating something for a second before shrugging slightly and making her way over to the couch and sits next to you, far enough away that you are both sitting comfortably on the couch.

“Hi” is all you can muster to say in front of her, she gives you another small smile and responds “Hi..." she waits a moment before asking you "...could you pass me a drink please?” you reach over to the coffee table in front of you both and grab her the only beer left on the table, as you hand it to her, her fingers brush yours and you nearly drop the bottle, she lets a small giggle escape as she thanks you and turns to face the tv before adjusting herself to be comfortable in her seat, as you turn to look forward you can see Clint giving you a wink and Pietro looking over at Steve with absolute bewilderment and Steve returning it with a look of his own before he presses play on the movie.

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hellooooo! congratulations on 100 followers!!

i was wondering, if you could write one-shot with “Hey guys, it’s me! The biggest disappointment you know”, loki × reader? thank you!

Hey Guys, It's Me! The Biggest Disappointment You Know.

Characters: Loki, Thor, Tony, Pepper, avengers

(Tony, Pepper x Daughter! Reader, Loki x Reader, Thor X Platonic! Reader, Avengers x Platonic! Reader)

Warnings: None, humor

Summary: you've been dating Loki behinf everyones backs for a few months now, your dad and mom find out about it and they are not very happy with the decision that you've made

ANNOUNCEMENT: I have been enjoying doing these one-shots SO much! They have really been helping me branch out and giving me more stuff on my master and I am absolutely enjoying the feed back so much! Thank you to all of my new followers amd my old ones alike! Please keep the requests coming! Most of the time these are only taking a day or two to put out. FEED BACK IS GOLDEN, REQUESTS ARE OPEN. If you don't see something you want or you want to send a diffrent one in its more than welcome too! 💚💚💚💚

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"Loki, stop." You laughed as he kissed your neck. The theater room was empty, the two of you had put a movie on to watch while the others were away on a mission. He had been left behind because the rest of the team still didnt trust him in the field. Of course if your dad had known that the two of you were a thinh he would have let him tag along.

"Why must I stop? No one is here for now, lets enjoy what little time we have together." He said kissing your neck causing you to giggle more.

"I cant wait till we can actually be open about this. I just wish they understood." You sighed playing woth the ends of his hair.

"One day my dove maybe your father will accept me. Until then I'm happy either way." He smiled down at you.

"I'm getting to the point where dad ca-"

"Where your dad can- WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?" Tony had walked into the theater room. You and Loki sprung apart, Loki to the end of the couch, you had fallen to the floor.

"When did you get home?" You asked standing up.

"I asked first. What. The. Hell. Is. Going. On? Y/n." You could see his face turning red.

"Kissing, we were just kissing." You stumbled over your explanation.

"Ah brother, you have decided to court the young Lady Starkling." Thor smiled walking into the room.

"Oh my god." You mumbled placing your face in your hand. "Oh all nine realms." Loki made the same gesture as you rubbing between his eyes.

"NO! NO, NO ONE IS COURTING ANYONE!" Tony yelled turning back to thor

"You, room, now." He pointed to his ans your mothers side of the tower. "You, your just lucky I haven't decided to kill you." He said pointing at Loki.

"See ya later" you waved at Loki before following your dad down the hall.

"No she wont!" Tonys annoyed voice came after.

"Brother this is good, she is a beautiful woman for you. She will not tolerate you mischief, possibly even put you in your place." Thor saod happily slapping Lokis back.

"I am sure brother whatever we had will end tonight if Tony has anything to say about it." He saod getting up to walk to his room. Steve stood there with Bucky watchjng what had happened.

"But if you know y/n she wont listen and shes still gonna be with you if Tony like it or not." Steve shrugged.

"But if you hurt her." Bucky shrugged looking at Loki. "You know the rest."

"This is absolutely embaressin y/n, why? Why him of all people? Hes no good!" Your dad yelled stepping out of his suit.

"Your gonna give your self a heart attack screaming and getting yourself worked up the way you are." You said crossing your arms.

"Hes killed people, hes tried to take over New York, for god sakes he brainwashed Clint! Theres no telling what the psychopath will try to do next! Your not seeing him any more."

"Dad! He was brainwashed, he was tortured. You've never been told that you wasnt good enough, thrown to the side, lived in the shadow of your brother! What do you plan on doing to keep us away from each other? You won't let either of us go on missions. You don't trust him enough and your to afraid that I'll get hurt."

"You'll just stay locked up here with Pep."

"Great so I'm the modern day freaking Rapunzel. Thats not gonna happen."

"Tony," your mom came and put her hand on his arm automatically calming him. "I remember a certain someone that my parents didn't trust or want me to be around." She said calmly. "And you remember what I did? I went with my heart. And out of it I have a beautiful daughter, who tends to take more after her father, and another one on the way."

"Don't lie, I gave your parents a crazy amont of money for you." Your dad said rolling his eyes.

"Tony!" Your mother said smacking his arm.

"Your not dating him y/n, end of discussion. I am very disappointed in you about this, not because its him but because you kept it from us. Go to your room." Tony sighed.

"Its not your decision on who I date, besides do you blame me for keeping it secret? Look how your treating not only him but also me." You turned to walk back to your room on the other side of the tower.

The next morning you was in your gray sweat pants with a gray tank top on and a emerald green zip up hoodie, you smiled to yourself as you realized you had on his color. You shoved your hands in your pockets as you walked into the kitchen where everone was eatting breakfast including Loki.

"Hey guys, its just me, the biggest disappointment you know." You saos walking over to take a seat beside Loki.

"Is this smart?" He asked leaning over to whisper.

You turned your head toward him and placed your hand on his face. "Everyone knows, I don't give a rats ass about what dad thinks, I want to be open and be happy." You leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. He pulled back with a suprised look on his face.

"Oh Jesus Christ y/n, intold you la-" your dad started as he walked in the door

"And I told you I wasnt going to listen." You looked over at him as you took a bit of your eggs.

"Like father like daughter." Your mom laughed shaking her head.

"Young Lady Starkling! You are wearing my brothers colors! The courting continues then!" Thor laughed as he slapped you both on the shoulders, both of you groaned and put your face in your hands.

After Thor had fully embaressed both of you it took no time for the rest of the team to join in, your father still wasnt happy about it but he could get over it. This made you happy; he, Loki of Asguard, made you completely and utterly happy.

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ANNOUNCEMENT 2: I'm not gonna lie. I had this almost finished yesterday and for some reason the app gitched and erased what I had not saved (lesson learned) so I was honestly so irritated that I just left it to finish today. I am very happy with how this turned out. I am extreamly happy with all the feed back i am getting. Thank you guys so much! My tags are open as always! 💚💚💚💚

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Festival 1: Introduction

TWICE Momo x Male Reader

2684 words

Categories: smut, oral, titfuck

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It was finally time. Time for your long awaited break and another 4 days of worrying about nothing but listening to live music and relaxing. You have always been someone who put a lot of effort, sometimes too much effort, into their work and never left time to unwind. So when Abe, your best friend since elementary school, invited you to tag along with him to a music festival all those years ago you took a risk and said yes.

At this point you can’t even count the number of festivals you’ve been to. But that feeling when you scan your wristband in and walk into the mass of people never changes.

As you’re walking toward the fountain that marked the middle of the festival grounds, you’re stopped dead in your tracks by a group of nine girls. They were all in these hippie outfits, some more revealing than others, but each outfit fit the girls that were wearing them to a T. One of them made eye contact with you and could tell you were staring at them. You quickly turned your attention to your phone trying to seem occupied.

“Excuse me?” a delicate voice called out.

You looked up from your phone to see what could only be described as an angel standing in front of you. Her blonde hair hanging down a little past her shoulders. Her decorative, tribal inspired blouse gave way to her delicious toned midriff, which led down to a red floral designed pair of shorts that cut off mid thigh. The shorts were being held up by a brown belt with what looked like a pegasus in the buckle.

“Hellooooo?” she once again called out.

“Ugh, sorry hi did you need help with something?” Quickly snapping to and returning her eye contact trying to save yourself from further embarrassment.

As you got a better look at her face you could sense a bit of a sly, sultry look on her face after catching you staring at her body.

“Yeah there is actually. I saw you staring at my friend group and just wanted to let you know you should come and hang with us while you're here. That is if you want to?”

You look back over her shoulder and see the other 8 girls whispering and smiling among themselves while watching this scene happen.

“You want me to tag along? Why me?”

“Well… I’m not so sure why myself yet, but I usually have a pretty good hunch when it comes to this kind of stuff” she replies with a wink.

“As long as you don’t mind, I don’t see why we can’t all enjoy ourselves together.”

“Perfect! I’m Momo by the way.”

“Y/N. Nice to meet you Momo.”

Momo then reaches out grabbing your hand and drags you back to the rest of her group.

“Everybody this is y/n, he’s going to be spending today and hopefully the rest of the festival with us!” she announces to the group giddily.

You give a shy wave having 16 new pairs of eyes inspecting you from head to toe.

“I don’t know Momo, he doesn’t seem to be the normal type we go for” a girl with short brown hair and bunny teeth says.

“Come on Nayeon, when have my instincts ever led us astray.”

“All the time actually.”

The other girls all have a good laugh among themselves as Momo pouts.

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After that comment Nayeon made at the beginning of the day you weren’t really sure what she meant by “the normal type we go for.” It kept playing back in your head throughout the day and you were never really able to pinpoint exactly what she meant.

Later on you guys decided to take a break from the next set of bands that were getting ready to play so you could be at full strength for the headliners.

Everyone broke off into their own little groups, some going to the bathroom together, others going to get some food and drinks.

Momo who practically wouldn’t leave your side all day was sitting next to you leaning on your shoulder. You and Momo had decided to just go and people watch while you all took your break.

You didn’t mind Momo leaning on you, in fact it gave you a perfect view down her blouse straight at her rather well endowed breasts. They were harder to notice from looking at her straight ahead since her clothes were rather loose fitting, but from this angle you could see them in all their glory.

“Enjoying the view?” Momo teased up at you, her lips curling.

“U-Um, well” you begin to say as you feel your face getting redder.

“Well...”

“If I’m being honest, who wouldn’t enjoy a view like this one.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Momo happily said.

Momo quickly got to her feet and turned toward you. She began brushing off the dirt and grass that had stuck to her legs, throwing her massive cleavage right in your face.

You started imagining what it would feel like to fuck those glorious tits, so round and perfect. To dive into and be smothered by them. Blood began to rush into your cock, causing it to strain against your pants.

Momo, noticing the large bulge, grabbed your hand and pulled you toward a secluded forest area away from most of the crowd. You were then pushed back against a large tree trunk.

“Momo wh-” your words were cut off as her hand finds its way onto your cock, slowly stroking in over your clothes.

“F-Fuck Momo.”

“God I really do know how to pick them don’t I?” she says crashing her lips onto yours.

Feeling her soft lips on yours with a hint of peach flavoring made you melt into her. You wrap your arms around Momo to deepen the kiss. It doesn’t take long before her tongue is sliding into your mouth battling for control.

Your hands roam down her body toward her ass and give a hard smack before squeezing it, causing a little yelp to come out of her turning into a moan as your kiss continues.

Momo works your shirt off through the kiss and places it on the ground beneath her.

Finally breaking up your make out session, Momo drops straight to her knees and pulls your pants and boxers down, freeing your restrained cock. Momo’s eyes were locked on your hard throbbing cock taking it in as if she was viewing a fine piece of art.

She gets to work licking from the base of your cock to the tip, collecting the dripping liquid with her tongue. Then bringing one hand up to help lather your dick as she runs her lips along the side of it. Momo had turned into a completely different animal whose soul focus was to bring pleasure to your cock.

“God damn…” you gasp.

“You like that baby? You like the way I stroke you big cock?” she beamed pumping you up and down at a faster pace.

All you could muster was a slight nod of your head as she continued her assault.

She locked her lips around your swollen head swirling her tongue around it for good measure before slowly bringing it into her warm mouth. Taking it deeper and deeper until you hit the back of her throat causing you to let out a moan.

Satisfied with the reaction she was getting, she began to swallow your cock down her tight throat.

“Holy ssshhhiiiiiiiitttt,” you hiss.

Momo reached around and grabbed the back of your thighs forcing herself even deeper. Her nose planted firmly against your stomach now had taken your dick all the way to the base. Locking eyes with you once there, she watched an expression of pure bliss wash over your face.

After a couple of more seconds, she released your cock from her mouth and moved her attention to your heavy balls. Taking each one into her mouth separately lathering them up in the same droll that now covered your entire shaft. Licking from ball sack to the tip of your cock she continued to marvel at the specimen before her.

Engulfing your dick once more she brought you into her throat. Momo almost completely freed you from her mouth before sinking back down taking you all the way to the base. Placing a hand on the back of Momo’s head was all you could muster, savoring how easily she could take you into her tight throat.

As she continued this pace the messiness of the blowjob increased. Her lips sliding back and forth coating your cock and giving you access to every part of her wet warm mouth. Spit and drool rolled down Momo’s chin and began to cover her cleavage. Coating them in only caused you to become more bold.

Unable to hold back any longer you placed both hands on the side of Momo’s head and began to rock your hips back and forth slowly. Looking into her eyes she gave you a slight nod and braced herself on your thighs. You picked up the pace and began to fuck in and out of her mouth.

The amount of pleasure feeling her throat squeeze around your cock every time you entered it was euphoric. Hearing occasional gagging noises coming from Momo only added to the experience making you thrust longer and deeper into her welcoming throat.

Gripping her head a little tighter you pick up your pace making your strokes more deliberate. Every push into her throat causes her to slurp and gag around your cock. As you gaze down at this Japanese beauty all you can see in her wanton eyes is her desire to be owned by you in this moment.

Relinquishing yourself to the pleasure her mouth and throat were giving made you feel the end quickly approaching.

“M-Momo, I’m gonna-”

Momo quickly pushes against you and releases you from her mouth, gasping for air.

“Not.. not yet... you haven’t even gotten to the best part yet,” she said between heavy breaths.

She then reached both arms above her head and looked at you.

“Take this off of me,” she said seductively.

You reached down and grabbed the loose fabric pulling it up and over Momo’s head giving you an even better view of her cleavage and delicious abs. Momo then made quick work of her bra freeing her tits with a little bounce.

Momo then cups her breasts and pushes them upward.

“You’ve been staring at these most of the day. Do you like them?”

“I love them,” you growl back at her.

Going down on one knee and you capture her left tit in your mouth. You begin to hungrily lap at it, taking long, wide licks across the mound. It’s as if you hadn’t had anything to eat for days just trying to satisfy your need. Moving your attention to her erect nipple causes Momo to let out a moan.

“Baby…”

Moving your left hand up you trace your fingers along her abs, slowly and methodically guiding your index finger along her center line. You begin to feel goosebumps forming underneath your fingertips as you draw closer to her unattended breast. Finally reaching its destination, Momo lets out another satisfied moan as you begin to knead her free breast.

Momo, wanting to help you feel more satisfied, reaches down and grabs your rock hard cock moving her hand in a corkscrew motion. A muffled moan can be made out from the head buried in Momo’s tit. Subtly rocking your hips you fuck into her hand as she continues the motions.

After feeling satisfied with your work on one tit, you switch positions now engulfing her other breast with your mouth while kneading her freshly devoured one. Pushing the both together and placing your face in her beautiful cleavage kissing the valley that lies underneath.

Momo releases her grip on your dick and pushes you to stand up. She then sat up and pushed both of her breasts together capturing your dick between her soft mounds. Slowly she begins to rock her body up and down causing the head of dick to appear and disappear in her cleavage.

You let out a long deep moan as Momo continues to fuck you with her tits. Her soft breasts created an inescapable domain for you dick. Not that you’d ever want to leave it, but even if you tried she wouldn’t allow it.

Gazing back down Momo was looking up at you, her eyes glazed over with lust wanting nothing more than you in this moment.

“Fuck my tits.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Pushing yourself off the tree and planting your feet firmly on the ground, you place a hand on top of her shoulder and you begin to thrust upwards. A soft moan escaped her lips letting you know she enjoyed this almost as much as you did. Guiding your other hand to her face, you caress her cheek attempting to give her any kind of affection you could. Momo dips her head back down, licking your swollen red head every time it reveals itself.

Her smooth soft skin on the underside of your cock plus the soft warmness that her tits were providing was magical. Her breasts already covered in spit and drool made them even easier to fuck into. Adding Momo’s tongue aiming for your leaking slit whenever it entered her view you were in a complete state of euphoria.

At this point you knew you wouldn’t be lasting much longer. Once again beginning to lose control you found yourself pushing closer and closer towards the point of no return.

“Momo” you let out in between breaths.

“Cum for me, wherever you want. Just let it all out”

With that you were sent over the edge, increasing the pace with whcih you were fucking her tits. You grabbed the back of Momo’s head and shoved her down onto your cock. Your balls visibly pulsed as you released thick rope after thick rope of cum down her throat. Momo suctioned her mouth around your dick draining it of every last drop. As she released it from her mouth with a pop, she opened her mouth and showed no traces of your cum anywhere to be seen.

“Holy shit Momo that was incredible.”

“It must have been with how much you just came. I will be expecting you to pay me back later though” she teases with a wink.

Feeling a throb go through your dick as you hear those words, but quickly shake off the sensation knowing this isn’t the time or place for something like that.

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Luckily you two weren’t the last two to return to the group, which gave you a huge relief off your shoulders not having to explain where you were causing the whole group to wait up.

As you all headed toward the exit after a long and tiring day, you feel someone tap you on the shoulder. Expecting Momo to be there you turn to see Sana, an orange haired beauty who was equally as stunning as Momo.

“I saw you and Momo today and I have to say that it was fucking hot. Watching her take your big dick all the way down her throat…” she whispers as a little shiver rushes over her. “All I’ll say is I can’t wait for it to be my turn after the show I watched.”

“Your turn?”

“Oh don’t worry you're gonna have plenty of time to figure out what’s going on” Sana slyly retorts back walking ahead of you to talk with Nayeon and Tzuyu.

“So, are you going to pay me back in your room or mine?” Momo teases.

Author’s Note: Hey everyone who ends up reading this. I hope this wasn’t too bad, it was my first REAL attempt to write something like this and I hope it wasn’t too bad. Feel free to comment or send messages through asks on what you liked or didn’t like. Thanks for reading!

#twice smut #momo smut #male reader #reader insert #momo #twice #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction

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tomurasprincess · 4 years

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Hellooooo!👋 This request thingy looks fun! May I ask for 49 and 2, please? 👀 Tasty blood licking *oh la la* 🤤👌 And I have to confess that I just loooooove your writing! It can awaken my thirst even when everything else fails 😍 Thank you for gracing us with all this steamy, messed up goodness 😈😈😈 Love you!

Pairing: Hawks x Reader Prompt: I want to bite you all over. I bet your blood tastes lovely~ Word: Licking Warnings: noncon, blood play, blood drinking, bondage, kidnapping, yandere

“Aww, little bird,” the pro hero known as Hawks coos at you as he watches you dangle. Your hands are shackled above your head to a chain connected to the ceiling, leaving your toes to barely scrape the ground. The way you’re hanging makes your shoulders ache, and you don’t know how long you’ve been here. Your memory is a blur, a foggy haze surrounding your mind that makes it hard for you to think.

He places a feather under your chin and forces you to look at him. “You need to look at me when I’m talking to you, do you understand?”

“Y-y-es,” you whimper at him as your body can’t seem to stop shivering from both the cold of the room and the fear of Hawks himself.

“Ah, little bird, I want to bite you all over. I bet your blood tastes lovely,” he whispers darkly to you before running the feather down along your skin. In one quick movement, his feather slices down on your upper breast. Your skin splits open as blood begins to trickle down your body. You twitch at the pain but continue looking at Hawks, too afraid of what he may do if you stop.

He takes the feather across the other breast as well, before putting his mouth over the wound. The sensation of his tongue running along the wound makes it burn, and you wince at the feeling. He laps at the blood like a man starved, groaning as the taste of your sweet blood fills his mouth.

The feather continues to trail downwards, making small slices all the way down your body, along your stomach, before finally reaching your pelvis. He cuts deep right above your folds, and you let out a gasp and try to jerk away from the pain. He simply digs his fingers into your hips roughly to hold you there, making another few deep cuts across your skin. The blood drips down in between your legs, and he eagerly seals his mouth over your clit.

You let out a broken moan as he sucks on the swollen bead, feeling aroused despite the pain. Your blood has mixed with your juices and he won’t stop moaning at the taste, sending pleasurable sensations traveling all the way up your body.

“Oh fuck, you taste so good,” he groans against you before continuing to place kitten licks around your pussy, occasionally returning to give a hard suck to your clit. “And so wet for me, little bird.” He uses his free hand to make more cuts along your blood slick thighs and you glance down to watch your blood drip on the hard cement. “You enjoy this, you know you do.”

You shiver at his words and glance away, not wanting to see the amount of blood you’re losing or the look of sheer lust in Hawk’s eyes. He gathers up the blood on your thighs with two fingers before sliding them inside of you, curling up immediately to find that spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. You let out a choked sob at the sudden burst of pleasure, and you shake your head furiously as you try to not feel it.

“Shhh, I want you to cum for me,” he pumps both fingers against that spot as he takes your clit into his mouth. He lashes his tongue across the bead, occasionally stopping to thrust his tongue into your aching pussy alongside his fingers.

Your gasps and moans fill the quiet of the warehouse, and you feel yourself beginning to tighten up. “Please, please don’t do this, Hawks,” you try to reason with the number two pro hero. “I won’t tell, I promise, just stop.”

He chuckles against your pussy as he slips a third finger inside, scissoring them out inside you as he stretches you. Tears run down your face at all the conflicting sensations, leaving you confused and off balance, unsure how to handle what is going on.

All too quickly, he pulls his fingers out of you and rubs his cock against one of your wounds. You glance down and see his sizeable, girthy cock coated in blood. You pull and squirm at your bonds, trying to get away. The clanking of the chains sounds so loud in the closed off space, and you are secured so tightly that they do not budge at all.

“I’m going to make you feel so good,” he mutters as he begins to push inside of you. You whimper at the feeling of him bottoming out inside of you as tears roll down your face. He leans in to kiss the tears away before pulling almost all the way out of you and slamming immediately back in. You let out a scream as he sets a fast pace inside of you, balls slapping against your skin. He grabs onto the chain connecting you to the ceiling, using it as leverage to force yourself further down on his cock.

“God, shit, this cunt is so tight, you feel so good around my cock little bird.” He reaches down to stroke your clit in tight circles, and you clamp down hard on his cock. “Oh, do you like to be praised? Want me to tell you how much of a good girl you’re being?”

You let out a choked sob as you feel yourself clenching down again, the waves of pleasure building higher and higher. The blood loss is making your head spin, leaving you feeling dizzy and weak and only intensifying the pleasure. When he leans down to bite into your neck, the waves finally break and you cum hard around his cock. He grunts at the feeling of your pussy fluttering around him, barely managing to pull out before he meets his own end. He strokes himself through his orgasm, hot ropes of cum landing on the cuts around your cunt. The salt of it against the open wounds makes them sting, and you feel your eyes begin to water in pain.

“My little bird, you did so well,” he whispers gently at you as he reaches up to unfasten your chains. He lays you gently on the ground as he gets disinfectant from a bag across the room. He meticulously cleans and bandages your wounds as he sweetly coos at you for being such a good girl for him. He lays down alongside you before gathering you up into his arms, and you cling onto him as you cry. “Shh, my little bird, I promise I’ll take such good care of you now that I have you.”

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moolovesyou · 4 years

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Crush Culture | JJ Maybank

Request: Hey i really really love your write it's so good,can i request a imagine with jj please? like they are friends since kids and start catching feelings for each other and all this tension between then

Author’s Note: this was fun. i hope i you like it :D thank you for requesting!!

Genre/Type: Fluff

Warnings: Cursing

Word Count: 1,629

“JJ GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” I tried to sound angry but failed when I laughed. I couldn’t breathe. JJ was tickling my sides and I couldn’t take it. I snorted loudly, which caused him to stop. He fell back laughing at the noise I let out. I pouted crossing my arms over my chest.

“You’re mean...” I shoved my face into a pillow, trying to hide my flushed face.

“Nooooo, don’t hide.” He flipped me over, but I still held the pillow to my face. “It was adorable.” I could hear the smirk in his voice. My face reddened even more.

“JJ! Come out here and help me mow the grass. I can barely walk around here without grass poking at my ankles...” Pope complained. JJ groaned, mimicking Pope.

“I’ll be back for you.” He deepened his voice, causing both of us to giggle. Once I heard the door close, I took the pillow off my face.

Recently, I’ve been feeling different about JJ. And I’ve known him since the womb basically. We used to play in the same park everyday when we were younger. Then it turned to constant play dates. And then going to the same school. We were inseparable. He was very protective of me.

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I skipped over to the swings, where JJ was going to meet me. It was a Saturday so we always go out to play. I was rocking back and forth before I was shoved off the swing.

“Ow! JJ that was mean...” I rubbed my scraped knee, my lip quivering. I looked up and noticed it wasn’t JJ. It was one of the mean rich kids, Rafe or something...

“Your little boyfriend isn’t here.” He mocked me. Two of his friends snickered behind him. “This is our park, go back to your bust in the cut.”

I stood up abruptly, walking away with my head down. I felt a hand grab mine. I looked behind me and saw the familiar blue-eyed boy I knew. His face was red. He gripped onto my hand and pulled me back to the swing set.

“Hey Rafe, you can’t tell us what to do! I can go into whatever park I want around here.” JJ hissed. The other kids laughed. I rolled my eyes at them.

“I’ll get my dad to kick your butt outta here.” Rafe shot back. JJ let go of my hand, his fist clenching. Instead of punching him, he pushed Rafe down to the ground.

“Yeah, go and run off to your daddy.”

Rafe stood back up, his face fuming. He was as angry as much as a 9-year-old could be. He looked back at his friends. The three of them all leaned down grabbing some pebbles and rocks from the ground. They launched the rocks at us. JJ ran over to me, grabbing my hand and running away. We laughed, hearing the kids grumbling in the back.

“Did you see the look on his face!” I snickered, heaving from running. JJ snorted.

“I love messing with that idiot.” He boasted. His face dropped when he looked at my knee. “You’re bleeding! Come on, we need to go get you fixed up. I’ll also need to kiss it to make sure it won’t hurt.” He pecked my knee, looking back up at me with a determined look.

I nodded. “It worked!” I hugged him tightly. He smiled widely.

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We used to be able to hug and kiss each other on the cheek without thinking twice about it. Now, it had a weird tension. He’d hug me and linger for more than before. I’d kiss his cheek and they would flush with a peachy color. Kie would even tease me about it, but I wouldn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what was happening between us.

I heard a ruckus outside, so I got up and went out. John B and Kie were throwing stuff at each other and cackling. I saw Pope mowing on the east side of the lawn. Then I looked over and saw JJ. My breath hitched. I had to lean on the door frame.

His hair was hanging over his face. His eyebrows were furrowed deep in concentration. His hands gripped the handle of the lawnmower tightly. The veins on his biceps popped out. My eyes trailed down to his abs. Am I drooling? It was like he was perfectly sculpted. I felt a coil in my chest springing.

“Hellooooo? Earth to Y/N?” I heard JB’s voice tease me. Kie was waving her hand in my face. I moaned on accident, making my eyes widen. I buried my face in my hands.

“What is going on with me...?”

“I can’t help but think you have a little crush on our JJ” Kie poked fun at me. I scoffed.

“Before you defend yourself, maybe you don’t believe you have a crush on him. Maybe you don’t wanna admit it.” John B pointed at me, an eyebrow raised at me. I stuck my tongue out at them.

“Yeah, you guys can dream it.” I flipped them off.

“What are we talking about?” JJ walked over, wiping his sweat down with a towel. I looked down to avert my eyes from the godly sight in front of me.

“Well, Y/N-”

“THE ROYAL MERCHANT! We should definitely go back tomorrow morning to find it...We could be lucky this time.”

“I’ll go, I got nothing else to do anyways.” He rubbed his hands together menacingly.

“Greeeat...”

“Well, I can’t go I have to help my dad at The Wreck.” Kie shrugged.

“Yeah, and I have to work out a problem with foster care y’know..” John B added. Oh, I see what they’re doing. These little shits.

“I think I can go-” Pope began, but both Kie and John B glared at him. His mouth formed into an ‘O’ shape and then smiled. “I can’t. I just remembered I have to help my dad clean up.”

“It’s just you and me, sweetheart.” JJ wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I laughed nervously.

This is gonna be awful...

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“I cannot do this, I can’t. ABORT THE FUCKING MISSION!” I hid under my blanket, fully dressed. Kie had woken me up for my ‘date’ with JJ. No one said it was a date! Now I was surrounded by everyone except for him, he was probably waiting down at the dock for me.

The blanket was ripped off of me, and I was met with determined eyes. “Come on, hurry up. Your man is waiting!”

“Oh, shut up!” I stood up reluctantly. I was pushed over to the front door. I turned around to look at my friends for one last time before they slammed the door in my face. “Traitors!”

“Good luck!” They yelled simultaneously. I huffed.

Walking over to my bike, I hopped on and reluctantly pedaled to the dock. I could make out the figure of JJ standing there. He was looking down, toying with his fingers. I smiled instinctively, my heart tightening.

“Hey blondie!” I teased. His head snapped up and he grinned. I got off my bike and dropped it. He ran over to me and hugged me tightly. I could smell the scent of cologne on him. “Did you put cologne on?”

“No? Yeah- Maybe.” He sniffed himself quickly. JJ cleared his throat and jumped into the boat. I was about to go in but he stopped me. He held his hand out for me. “M’lady...”

“Wow...such a gentleman.” I put a hand to my chest, acting shocked. He smirked at me. JJ started the engine. He steered the boat farther into the water. Far enough no one could hear us but close enough we wouldn’t get lost. He dropped the anchor down under. “So are we really gonna try to find it or do you just wanna catch some fish?”

“You know me so well.” He pat my head. I scrunched my nose at him. He started to look around for the rods but his face dropped. “Fuck, they’re not here...”

“That’s great. We’re gonna sit here and do nothing now.” I complained.

“Am I that boring?” JJ put a pained look on his face. I nodded a yes. “Oh, really? Even though every time you’re with me you have that adorable smile on your face? And any time I say something you let out that cute little laugh of yours, sometimes a snort too? It seems like you have a lot of fun with me. I can see the way you look at me, Y/N...”

I was in shock at what he just said but I tried to play it off. “And how do I look at you?” I smirked at him. Our faces were close, his breath fanning over my lips.

“Like I’m the only thing in the world.”

“How cocky of you...”

“And I look at you the same way, babe.” He tucked my hair behind my ear. I looked into his eyes, but he was looking at something else. His eyes flickered to my lips and back to my eyes. The both of us leaned forward, connecting our lips. It was the release I never knew I needed. I pushed into it more, grabbing locks of his hair with my fingers. He put his hands on my waist, tightening his grip. I squealed at the pressure. We pulled back, breathing heavily.

“That was...”I panted. “I needed that.”

“Me too.” He drummed his finger on my hips. “Now there’s only one more thing to ask...”

I grinned. “And what’s that?”

“Would you, I don’t know, wanna be my girlfriend?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” I kissed him again on the lips.

“So, is that a yes?” He mumbled against my lips.

Tagging some lovelies: @thatboogiebro @anxietyismyspiritanimal

#jj maybank #outer banks #outer banks imagine #jj maybank imagine

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ironicwaifu · 4 years

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BNHA College HCs (Part 1)

What if our favorite babes were in college?

I thought this would be fun to do and I have a few more ideas for this series come to mind while I was writing these! Enjoy!

Togata Mirio, Midoiyra Izuku, Dabi x GenderNeutral!Reader

Togata Miro

Move-in day was as tedious as you thought it would be. There were too many boxes and too many people. After your parents had left you on your own to unpack your room you were left with a single box. It wasn’t particularly heavy, just sort of big.

You held on to the box, barely able to peak over the top. The elevator had a kid and their family and you decided you’d rather just wait for another one. Mostly everyone else in your building had moved their boxes in and were mingling. As you waited you felt your arms start to go numb.

“Need help?” The voice was masculine and bubbly, startling you since you couldn’t see anything in front of you.

“No, I’m fi-” Before you could even decline their offer the box was lifted out of your hands.

You blinked, your arms feeling the emptiness and standing in front of you was a tall, blonde boy in a bright blue t-shirt with the college’s name on it. On his chest was a name tag sticker, Resident Assistant: Mirio.

“Oh.” Your heart fluttered, his smile sending your stomach into tiny backflips, “Thanks.”

“What floor are you on?” The box that gave you so much trouble was handled easily by him, the box tucked between one of his enormous arms and his head, his other hand free to press the elevator buttons.

You stepped into the tiny elevator with him, “Four.”

“Ah, you’re on Nejire’s floor! Too bad, I thought you might be on mine.” His smile grew a little wider, “I suppose it’s good you’re not on mine.”

You tucked hair behind your ear, “Why is that?”

“Then,” His blue eyes twinkled under the lights, “I wouldn’t have been able to tell you, that you’re very cute.”

You squeaked out a thank you, wondering how this elevator ride seemed to go on for ages. Once you stepped out you spoke a little, him mostly asking questions and you answering until you got to your dorm room.

When he set the box down he glanced down at his watch, “There’s going to be a welcome cookout tonight at 7. I’ll see you there, right?”

“Sure.” You smiled lightly, admiring the way his eyes glistened.

Midoriya izuku

He was staring. He was always staring. It was just so convenient that you sat in the row in front of him, just at the right angle he could see the way your face changed emotions while you listened to the lecture. Or the way you bit the end of your pen when you were bored.

He especially loved when you both texted during class and if he said something particularly funny she would stifle a giggle, glancing back at him for just a moment.

“Izuku, hellooooo?” You waved your hand in front of his face. He had spaced out and class was already over.

“Oh, sorry.” He shut his book louder than he anticipated, a blush dusting his cheeks, “What did you say?”

You leaned over his desk, “I was wondering if you wanted to come over to study tonight.”

“Yeah!” He cleared his throat, trying to disguise the excitement in his voice. He wanted every opportunity to spend more time with you. The only problem was that studying at your place usually meant you extended the invite to a few other people in your class. It’s not that he didn’t like them, but he just wanted you to himself for a little bit.

Sure he could ask, but what if you said no. What if he ruined your entire friendship because he caught feelings? What if you hated him after that? Or thought he was using school to get to you? His fingers tightened around his backpack straps, thinking of every way this could go sour.

“Hey,” You tilted your head while you both walked out of class, “Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah! Sorry, just a lot on my mind with exams coming up.” He scratched the back of his neck, trying to laugh it all off.

“We need a break.” You said wistfully, him just barely missing the glimmer of mischief in your eyes, “Don’t you think?”

He only nodded, still stuck in his thoughts. You whipped around to face him, making him stop dead in his tracks. His eyes widened, his freckled face lighting up with surprise and a fine pink dusting his cheeks. You grabbed one of his hands with both of yours, giving a gentle squeeze.

“How about we take a break then? I don’t have anymore class today, we could go get some food and hang out.”

“S-Sure!” He was still focused on the fact his hand was in yours. He was on cloud nine.

“It’s a date.” You winked, pulling him into a random direction. Poor boy was having an overload all day after that.

Dabi

Come over.

You stared at your phone for a few moments, taking in the two simple words he sent. Your mind was screaming at you to just ignore the message or, better yet, tell him to fuck right off. You weren’t his play thing. And you certainly were not some girl that would come to his every beck and call.

Sure, you two had your fun. You were friends first then, friends with benefits. Oh, the benefits. His hands roaming down your sides and his lips pressed against your neck. He was intoxicating, the sort of boy your mother definitely warned you about.

Babe?

Another message. You sucked in a breath. Why did he have that sort of effect on you? He had this stupid charm and that smirk god, that smirk would send you to your knees. You tossed your phone across the room, as if touching it was going to melt your hand off. You bit your fingernails, trying to find anything else to do for the night to get your mind off him.

The past few hours had just been you cleaning every inch of your bedroom, organizing your backpack, and cooking a meal big enough for a small army while you avoided your phone at all costs. Your roommates had watched you pace back and forth before they left, trying to urge you to come out to the clubs with them. Maybe it would help but the last thing you wanted was to be surrounded by more people - more useless boys.

“I’m good. Thanks though.” You had said, waving as they left.

When the door shut you realized how alone you were, that emptiness was one of the reasons you even started fooling around with Dabi. He gave you what you needed, even if you ended up falling for him harder than you wanted. Against your better judgment you had told him your feelings and his response?

“Baby, you know what this is. Love just isn’t for us.”

You glared at the dishes you were washing, mumbling curses aimed at the universe and a certain dark haired boy. A hard knock on your door brought your attention out of your pity party and your heart hammered in your chest.

You walked to your door quietly, looking out the peephole and cursed. Dabi in all his leather covered glory was outside your door, his hands shoved into his pockets. You stopped breathing, as if he could hear it from the other side of the door.

“I know you’re home [y/n]. I ran into Uraraka on my way here.” His deep voice carried through the door, your chest squeezing.

You opened the door, trying to put on your best casual expression, “What do you want Dabi?”

He raised an eyebrow, “You didn’t answer my texts or my calls.”

“I haven’t been around my phone.” You shrugged.

He moved closer, anticipating you letting him into your apartment but you stood your ground, “Are you still mad at me?”

“I’m not mad.”

“Then why the cold shoulder?” He put his hands on your hips, pushing you further into your apartment, “I missed you.”

“You didn’t miss me.” You snickered, “You miss what we do.”

His eyes, for a fraction of a second, seemed to soften. His lips meeting yours in a way that was softer than you’d ever kissed before. It made you want to melt right into his arms.

“No.” He mumbled it against your lips, shutting the door behind him and picking you up with ease, “I missed you.”

It was all you needed to hear to let yourself fall into the moment. If he was lying it was the sweetest lie you’d ever heard, a lie you would deal with another day. But just tonight you wanted to feel like maybe love was in the cards for you.

#bnha fanfiction #bnha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mirio x reader #midoriya x reader #dabi x reader #mha dabi #midoriya izuku #togata mirio x reader

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i-miss-balthazar · 4 years

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Black and White and Shades of Grey

Warnings: they talk about sex?

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Midam

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Adam lay with his head on Michael’s chest as the archangel ran his fingers through his human’s hair slowly, a sated silence between them. There were no words between them because none were needed, both just basking in the comfort shared between them. Michael’s wings were visible, the soft white and pale blue feathers caressing Adam like a second embrace. They’d been like this for a long time, tangled together in the still of the morning, both awake yet neither speaking or moving to get out of bed. It must’ve been hours before Michael finally broke the peace.

“We promised we’d go to the bunker today.” He reminded softly, leaning down to kiss Adam’s head. Adam sighed.

“We did, didn’t we? Alright…” Adam murmured. “I suppose we should get up then.” Michael stooped down, capturing Adam’s lips this time.

‘I don’t want to.’ Michael’s voice rang within his head.

‘I know - me neither. I like mornings like this.’ Adam agreed.

‘I enjoy the peace, and your company… being comfortable, and knowing that we’re safe…’ Adam gently cupped Michael’s face as he kissed him. The gentle touch was a simple, silent reassurance. They were out. And they were safe.

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Seeing Sam and Dean was still awkward. It was a neat mix of them trying to be friendly and also trying to show how apologetic they were. The latter was mostly Sam, and the only way they would really talk instead of uncomfortable small talk was when they’d all had a few glasses of alcohol.

The angels that lived at the bunker, they were the real reason Adam and Michael came. Castiel had a big heart, and with him came Jack; Michael’s nephew. Adam liked Jack. He was sweet, and had an innocence that reminded him of a time before the cage. Then of course there was Gabriel. Though his and Michael’s relationship was still strained at times, he had a quirky sense of humour and spunky personality that Adam rather enjoyed.

“Adam!” Gabriel whistled, plunking down one the chair next to him. “Good to see you again, kiddo.” He hummed. Adam gave a smile, sipping the dark liquor Dean had poured him.

“You too, Gabriel.” He responded.

“How are things with Michael?” Gabriel wiggled his eyebrows. Adam chuckled softly, a fond smile befalling his lips.

“Things are good. It’s so… peaceful.” Adam sighed. “I really love him.” He added much quieter, into his tumbler. Gabriel’s grin told him that the statement didn’t go unheard. The youngest archangel leaned over, his elbows on the arm of Adam’s chair, resting his chin in his palms. There was a mischievous glint behind his eyes, the devilish smirk on his face inspired no confidence.

“So…” The word was drawn out, and Adam leaned back, sighing. “Have you and Michael done the dirty yet?” Gabriel asked, his voice low. Adam blushed, his eyes darting around for his brothers, but Dean had gone to the kitchen to make snacks and Sam was far enough away in conversation with Cas and Michael he couldn’t hear their chatter.

“No… is that a bad thing?” Adam responded. Why was he even entertaining this? He decided to blame the liquor. Gabriel simply shook his head.

“Everyone does it at their own time. You and Mikey have been together a long time, but you’ve only been in separate bodies for so long… is he just too nervous? He’s been so focused on being ‘the good soldier’ I don’t think he’s ever had sex before…” Gabriel hummed thoughtfully.

“Michael’s a virgin?” Adam blinked in shock. One of the oldest beings in the universe still had his v-card. It was almost funny.

“I think so, anyways.” Gabriel shrugged. Adam nodded slowly, letting his mind drift.

No, it wasn’t Michael’s fault. There had been times when they were making out, and Michael’s hands had begun to wander over his body. But Adam hesitated, and so Michael stopped. There weren’t words, he just stopped, pulling Adam closer and focusing purely on kissing him. It wasn’t like Adam was a virgin. In highschool he had gotten around. His girlfriend had wanted it, and he liked her. He liked feeling loved. Yet the whole time he’d been completely in his head, less enjoying the moment and more wondering if he was doing it wrong. When his friends talked about it, they made it sound like the greatest experience ever, but when Adam did… it was more just something to do. It felt good, sure, but he just… didn’t care for it. His partners wanted it though. It kept them happy, so… what was the harm? Michael was different though. Whenever Michael sensed the hesitation he stopped. Michael could hear his thoughts, and the nerves that haunted him. He didn’t press. He just accepted it. Part of Adam still felt guilty though. Why couldn’t he just be like everyone else and give his boyfriend the pleasure he more than deserved?

“Hellooooo? Earth to Adam?” Gabriel waved a hand in front of his face, yanking Adam from his thoughts. Adam felt his cheeks heat up.

“I dunno. I guess it’s just… not that important…?” Adam really did mean to sound more sure of himself, but it came out a question, and that didn’t slip past Gabriel.

“Come on, Milligan, talk to me!” He urged. If Adam was thinking about it, he probably could’ve made a snappy comment about Gabriel being way too into his brother’s sex life, but a little advice couldn’t hurt, could it?

“It’s weird, Gabriel.” Adam sighed. “I’m just… I’m not sure. Sex has never really meant a lot to me. Everyone says it’s so amazing, but I just… I don’t care for it.”

“Wait, Adam, are you a virgin too?” Gabriel blinked.

“Nonono, I’ve had sex… I just…” Adam sighed. “It’s just not a big deal to me. When I do, I kinda feel like I have to dramatize how much I enjoy it for my partner, and I don’t enjoy it as much as I think I’m supposed to. Everyone talks it up so much but I just… I don’t get it.” He sighed once more. “And I feel bad! Michael knows me well enough to know when I’m not totally into doing something, so he just stops. But it’s not just about me, I feel like I should be doing something to pleasure him, I just… it’s confusing, Gabriel.” Adam stared accusingly at his glass of liquor, feeling guilty for opening his mouth.

“Have you ever heard of asexuality?” Gabriel inquired thoughtfully.

“That’s when people hate having sex and never do it at all, right?” Adam asked.

“Well kind of. It depends on the person. Some asexuals are repulsed by sex, but like most things, asexuality exists on a spectrum.” Gabriel explained.

“Okay. But I can’t be asexual. I still like… think about having sex with people. And I guess I get aroused sometimes.” Adam sighed dejectedly.

“Maybe grey-ace then.” Gabriel provided. Adam stared blankly. “Nothing is black and white. Because you do feel a bit of sexual attraction, so you don’t exactly classify yourself asexual… but you’re not allosexual either… maybe you’re grey-ace.” Gabriel shrugged. That made Adam really think. He didn’t entirely have his head wrapped around it, but something about it did feel right.

“...thank you, Gabriel.” Adam offered him a warm smile. Gabriel smiled back charmingly.

“No prob, kiddo. Anytime you need help with that stuff, I’m your guy. I’m like a walking gay encyclopedia.” He laughed, and Adam laughed too. Gabriel held out his drink. “To you, my friend. And self discovery.” He toasted. Adam chuckled, clinking their glasses together.

“Sure. I’ll drink to that.”

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Author Note: I know it isn’t half as good as Sheya’s asexuality story, but here’s a hefty dose of self projection, my friends! Thank you all for reading my Representation Week stories, this is the last one I’ve got. You’ve all been so kind and supporting with the comments and I love you all <3

#Representation Week #spn fic #midam #asexual adam #grey ace #asexual adam milligan #grey ace adam milligan #gabriel the gay encyclopedia #he strikes again #gabe and adam have a lovely friendship #anyhow #thank you all so much #maddisons drabbles

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vickypoochoices · 5 years

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Partner In Crime.

Who's the crazy person uploading two chapters for the same fic in the same day? That would be me! I've seen you all with the many, many questions, and I thought I'd help you guys out. And then this chapter happened and I basically think I've failed to answer any questions at all, there's a chance you'll end this chapter with more than before? I dunno, but enjoy! 😉

[MASTERLIST.]

Part One.

Zig slouched in the booth, a lingering sigh escaping him. Zack cleared his throat loudly from his seat opposite him, waving his hands in front of Zig’s face, trying to break through his trance like state.

“Hellooooo. Earth to Zig. I said, are you gonna eat that?” He gestured to the untouched fries at the side of his plate. Zig shrugged absentmindedly in response. Zack lunged forward, hastily grabbing a handful of fries, scoffing them down as quickly as possible.

“You know how hungry I get right after the holidays, winter always makes me comfort eat. Luckily it’s never caught up with me.” He mumbled, speech impeded as he shovelled more fries in.

“Yet.” Zig retorted, leaning back as he sipped from his bottle of beer.

“Watch it Zig. It’s not often me and Grant make the trip back here and I have a whole host of friends I could be spending my precious time with tonight. Including that beautiful best friend of yours.”

Zig spluttered on his next sip, unsettled by the sudden mention of Lyla, and the curious glance Zack cast in his direction.

“Interesting.” Zack stated, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

“What is?” Zig inwardly cursed as his voice failed him, coming out in a high pitched squeak that left him furiously blushing.

“This reaction of yours. It’s exactly what I would expect from someone who’s madly in love with dear, sweet Lyla, and no doubt has been for some time.”

“Zack, that’s insane!”

“Really?” Zack laughed humorlessly, raising his glass of wine to Zig, eyes boring into his. “Aren’t you tired of pretending Zig? If you can’t be honest with her at least be honest with yourself. And if you can’t even manage that then there’s no hope for you.”

Taking a moment to mull over his words, Zig made a show of swilling the idea round in his head, knowing all along it was exactly that. Nothing but a poorly strung out ruse. The truth was he didn’t even need a second to think it over. He’d known for a long time that he was in love with Lyla, and this best friend facade was slowly wearing him down.

Something in his facial expression must have given him away as Zack reached forward to clap him affectionately on the shoulder.

“That’s what I thought. Come on then. Are we gonna talk this out or are you planning on wallowing in self pity for another four years?”

“Do I have a choice?”

Zack made a show of fluttering his eyelashes, his lips falling into a tiny pout, face all of a sudden very angelic looking.

“Alright fine, just don’t pull that face ever again. You know damn well that it gets you everything you want.”

“Oh Zig, if only you knew the half of it!” Zack winked.

As he arched an eyebrow in response, Zig couldn’t help but chuckle.

Snapping his fingers in the air, Zack tapped his foot impatiently, looking around the restaurant.

“What are you doing Zack?” Zig hissed, uncomfortably peeking around to see if people were staring.

“What does it look like? We’re out of drinks and I’m feeling too lazy to go to the bar. This is what waiters get paid for right?” Zack shrugged, waving his hand in the air and snapping his fingers insistently.

“This is a nice place, and people don’t do that anymore. Only obnoxious pricks like Dean...”

As a waiter sauntered over, Zack fixed him with the same angelic face he’d just pulled on Zig, eyelashes fluttering just a second longer. The waiter blushed, before hurriedly pacing over to the bar, returning as quickly as possible.

“You are something else.” A low whistle of appreciation came from Zig, fingers gratefully accepting the bottle from Zack.

“If you think sweet talking me will get you out of this little talk of ours you are mistaken.” Zack narrowed his eyes at Zig.

“And if you think buying me a drink will have me spilling my deepest, darkest secrets you are mistaken.”

“I don’t need alcohol to get this out of you Ziggy-O, trust me. You want to tell me this, you just don’t know it yet.”

“Are you gonna talk in riddles the whole night?” Zig muttered into his bottle.

“It would make this more interesting, but I don’t think you’ll benefit from that tonight. Look Zig, I’m not gonna beat around the bush, you are the only one that really knows how you feel. You either need to find out if Lyla feels the same way or just hope for the best and take the plunge regardless.”

“I can’t do that.”

Zack gulped down his wine in one swift motion, using the back of his hand to wipe at his mouth.

“So what’s your current plan? Wait until you’re old and lonely and tell her on your deathbed in a note?”

“Zack don’t.” Zig warned.

“That’s the way this is heading if you don’t pull your finger out. I care for you both and I just want you to be happy. At this point, what have you got to lose? You’ve been acting out the best friend card for far too long. She loves you, and I can’t see her throwing that away for anything.”

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An hour later Zig found himself turning the key in the lock, head spinning in confusion after his conversation with Zack. He knew what he had to do, he just didn’t know if he could actually go through with it. Did it really have to be now? Surely it could wait a week, or two!

Pulling the door shut behind him he sank back, the crown of his head bumping against it a few times. Zig startled at the sight of Lyla pacing repeatedly beside the sofa.

“There you are.” A rush of air harshly exhaled in a shaky, impatient breath. She started to rush towards him, then stopped herself, her brows knitting together as a wave of indecisiveness washed over her.

“What’s wrong?” Zig frowned, closing the space between them. He reached out a hand tentatively, then thought better of it as he watched her cross her arms, rubbing over a rough patch of skin on her elbow repetitively.

“Zig I need to tell you something.”

“Same. Ladies first, I can wait.”

She faltered, bottom lip trembling.

“Hey, what is it? Did I say something?” His voice was laced with concern.

“No...No. You’re just being you, and I love you for it.”

He smiled at her words, feeling himself relax slightly upon hearing them. “You do huh?”

His mouth fell open as tears instantly trickled down Lyla’s face. Damn. He must have read this all wrong, she wasn’t in the mood for joking. This must be bad.

Zig jerked his head in the direction of the sofa behind them, ushering her down with him. Her arms wrapped around his middle the second they sat down, cuddling into his side fiercely and burying her face into his chest.

After a few minutes of relentless tears, she finally resurfaced, using his t-shirt to dab at her eyes, covering it in black smears.

“You know this is my favourite top right?”

She chuckled lightly. “Of course. Why else would I purposefully ruin it?”

Zig grinned in response, gently peeling a few soggy strands of hair away from her face. “There’s my girl.” Lyla’s back stiffened. “Come on, out with it. If you can make jokes then you can tell me what’s up.”

She swallowed loudly, eyes darting across the room, settling on anything but Zig. Drawing back from him, she shivered at the instant loss of warmth. “Zig I... Me and Dean...We’re engaged.”

Tagging: @zigortega4life @emerald-bijou @littlegreenmoo @krsnlove

Part Three.

#choices #play choices #zig ortega #fanfic #zig x mc

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tiggys-bitch · 6 years

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Chapter Two - Small Bald Man.

AAAAA!!! Here is chappy 2 angels, we are honestly so excited for you guys to read the rest of the fic. We have so much planned out!!!

@papa-chibs and i are so happy and thankful for the notes and likes on the first chappy. We decided that we’re gonna treat you guys to Chapter 3 later on as well!

We now have a lil tag list so please message us if you want to be added to it!

tag list: @isayweallgetdrunk, @dirty-daryl-dixon,

Enjoy!

Xoxo

Babydoll and Lassie.

The next day, Rissa was fast asleep in the dorm room despite the sun shining brightly through the windows. She'd spent the whole night sprawled out in the double bed, dead to the world. Normally she wakes up to go to the toilet a couple times a night, but after the events of yesterday Rissa didn't wake up once. Roxxie had assumed the two of them were going to share the bed, however when she came back from her chat with Jax up on the roof, she found Rissa sleeping and cradling the bottle of wine in her arms. Who knew such a small girl could take up so much space? Roxxie, being the good friend she is, took the open bottle out of her hands before she spilt it, and pulled the duvet over her. Then she left Rissa to sleep. There were three other dormrooms thankfully so Roxxie would be able to sleep in a bed. But then she decided to have a couple drinks in the empty bar before going to sleep and then before she knew it she was drunk and ended up crashing on the couch instead. 5 hours later, it was now 9am and the Clubhouse doors were unlocked and opened. The sound of singing and footsteps woke the sleeping ginger on the couch with a jump. "Oh shit! Who the fuck are you?!" Roxxie exclaimed looking at a small bald man with strange hands. He stared at her with wide eyes, his cheeks turning pink in embarrassment. "Oi, who are you little man? Are you even allowed to be here? This isn't a shelter y'know?" The man smiled and shook his head. "I'm Chuckie, i work here." He said with a chuckle. "I work behind the bar sometimes, but mostly i'm the bookkeeper. Oh and i help out with cooking as well sometimes. Now that i have these magic fingers, everything is far much easier to do. I have Gemma to thank for that. She's a great woman, you should meet her, you'll love her! She's pretty, kind, funny-" Roxxie cut him off by clapping her hands together. "Here's the thing Chuckie, i don't really care about your whole lifestory. I'm slightly hungover and you're talking A LOT." The girl told him with raised brows. Chuckie smiled and nodded. "Would you like a coffee?" Chuckie asked politely. Roxxie smiled and pointed at him. "Strong, black and sweet." Roxxie answered and the little man skipped off into the kitchen. Roxxie laughed, lying back down on the couch. What a strange man, she thought.

Not long later, Chuckie returned with a mug of steaming hot coffee. Roxxie thanked him and asked if he wouldn't mind making a milky coffee with 3 sugars for Rissa. She knew that Rissa would also need some caffeine before facing whatever the day would bring. After Chuckie had finished making Rissa's drink, he made his way over to the dormroom humming a song. He didn't bother to knock, he just walked straight in. "Wakey wakey, sleeping beauty!" Chuckie sang in a high-pitched voice as he walked around the bed. "Hellooooo?" Chuckie poked her cheek and her eyes shot open. As soon as she felt something touch her she woke up instantly. Less than a second later Rissa screamed. And then Chuckie did. Roxxie came running into the room to see Chuckie and Rissa screaming at each other and she fell apart laughing. Rissa turned to look at Roxxie and stopped screaming when realising she wasn't in danger. "What the hell is going on?!" The brunette exclaimed, waving her arms in the air. "Who are you?! And why are you laughing?!" It was fair to say that Rissa wasn't a morning person.. Or someone who likes to be woken up by a stranger poking her face. Chuckie handed her the mug of coffee. "Careful, it's very hot. Okay dokay, see ya later!" And then he left the room. "Good morning, princess." Roxxie laughed, taking a seat beside her friend on the bed. Rissa glared at her and raised her brows. "Is it?" -- Later that day after the girls woke up, showered and got dressed they made their way into the main hall and to their suprise the place was crowded. The bar was filled with men of all shapes, races and sizes. Chuckie was at the bar serving some of them and having a conversation with others. All of the men were wearing the same leather jacket with patches all over. However, a few didn't have the grim reaper on the back. None of the men realised that Rissa and Roxxie were in the room as it was so loud and busy. It wasn't until a dark curly haired man with familiar blue eyes looked in their direction, that they were noticed. ''Ayy it's the runaway bride and psycho sally!'' Tig shouted, grinning at the girls who weren't as happy to see him. He was rude and annoying. "Settle down, Tiggy." A gruff voice told the man. Roxxie's Uncle, Clay, stood up from the seat at the bar. "Mornin' ladies." He said with a smile. "I'm glad you're both here. Okay everyone listen up, i have an announcement to make." Clay declared, making the room fall silent. The tall grey haired man walked over and stood beside the girls. "First of all, i want to introduce you to my niece, Roxxie." He looked down at the red head who was feeling super uncomfortable with everyone staring at them. A few men looked shocked to hear that she was Clay's niece, or even suprised to find out Clay had a niece. "And her friend, Rissa." "Now i trust you all to welcome them with open arms. They're going to be staying here with us for as long as it's needed. But, they aren't just here to visit. They need our help." Clay announced, looking at his fellow members of SAMCRO. "Long story short, they're in trouble.. And possibly danger. So i need you all to make sure these girls are safe, at all times. They are your priority." Hearing the man say those things put Rissa's mind at ease. Roxxie was right, they were going to protect them. She could feel her eyes fill with tears as she listened to Clay, she already felt safe and knew she would be okay. Roxxie saw that Rissa was getting emotional and took hold of her hand. "Club business will run as usual, but i want two of you two stay put and keep an eye on them at ALL TIMES. Anythin' happens, you call me." Clay explained to the men. "Now, on a lighter note." His stern voice faded and was replaced with a more friendly tone. "Since this is the first time i've seen my lovely niece in 10 years, i want to celebrate!" That announcement earned lots of whooping and clapping from the men. Clay put his arm around Roxxie and she smiled. A party dedicated to her? Amazing. "Tonight we're gonna drink until we run out of alcohol. And after that? We're gonna find more alcohol to drink!" Clay exclaimed. The building erupted with cheering and Rissa and Roxxie couldn't help but laugh, they'd never witnessed anything like this. Clay hushed everyone so he could carry on speaking. "Alright alright.. I just want to say, thankyou all, i trust you will help these girls. They're family. And family is all that matters. Alright, speech over!"

After Clay ended his declaration, everyone got back to whatever they were doing. Clay gave the girls a smile before rejoining his brothers. "See? I told you we're all good here." Roxxie smiled, giving her best friend a hug. "I ain't lettin' no one hurt you ever again, i promise." Suddenly the sound of shouting interrupted the girls' moment. "Roxanne? Roxanne?!" The sound of her name being called made the red head pull away. She hadn't been called by her full name in years. It confused her at first, but then her eyes landed on the person who was trying to find her. "Roxanne baby?" Clay's wife and Jax's mom, Gemma Teller-Morrow, was frantically looking around the room. Roxxie felt her eyes well up when seeing the woman who helped raise her. She thought of Gemma like she was her actual mother. Finally, the woman caught sight of the girl and she grinned. Without wasting another second, Gemma ran over and wrapped her arms around Roxxie, holding her in a tight embrace. "Oh baby i'm so sorry i'm late. I was babysitting my grandson because the sitter cancelled and-" "Gem, it's okay." Roxxie told the woman who refused to let go. "I can't tell you how happy i am to see you.. I wish it was on better terms.." "Baby, you're here. You're home. That's all that matters." Gemma stroked back Roxxie's long ginger hair and let out a heavy sigh. Rissa watched the women hug and and express their love for each other and couldn't help but get a little upset. They weren't even related by blood and they were so close and affectionate. Whereas her mother had never been so 'motherly' to her. She'd never felt her mother's love before.. Gemma pulled away from Roxxie, kissed her cheek and then looked over to Rissa. "Oh, hey darlin! I'm Gemma, you must be Rissa." The woman pulled Rissa in for a quick hug. "Oh wow, aren't you absolutely gorgeous!"Roxxie grinned and nodded in agreement. "Thank you, Miss Gemma. It's nice to me you. You are quite beautiful yourself." Rissa replied, making Gemma giggle. "Baby you don't gotta call me, miss. Call me Gem, Gemma, Auntie Gem, Momma Gem. Whatever you like. Any friend of Roxanne's is a friend of mine." Gemma explained to the younger brunette. Rissa looked over at her friend when hearing the name 'Roxanne', she knew how much she hated it. Roxxie rolled her eyes and let out a laugh. "Oh, Clay told me you didn't bring anything with you? No clothes? Nothin'?" Gemma asked the girls who shook their heads in response. "Okay, well, i don't mind putting off the stack of files i gotta sort through and taking you girlies shopping instead?" Rissa's face lit up with excitement. Shopping?! She LOVED shopping! Especially for clothes! It was fair to say that Miss Gemma was winning her over. -- While the girls were out shopping for some new clothes, the members of SAMCRO were called in church for a meeting. Clay was sat at the top of the table and talking about Charming's new Sherrif, Eli Roosevelt. "The man seems to have it out for us, boys." Clay told his brothers. "We gotta keep our hands clean.. Or at least make it look like we are." The men around the table nodded in agreement. "Keep a low profile, but get shit done." "We have a meeting with the Gallindo Cartel in two days, until then, we celebrate the arrival of Roxxie and Rissa." The man grinned as everyone banged on the table and cheered. Clay respected and trusted his brothers to keep the girls safe. He knew they would help him keep them safe from the drama they left behind in Redding. The thing was, SAMCRO already knew who Elliot McQueen was. They'd done business with the rich playboy a couple of years ago. They knew what kind of manipulative, violent and unpredictable man he was so they prepared for the worst. "Those girls are deffo gonna cause us some trouble boys." Tig said with a smirk plastered on his face. Clay hit the back of his head with a small laugh. "Keep ya eyes and hands off my niece... The other one is free for the taking." "I'd happily take her." Jax said. "But Tara wouldn't like that." Chibs chimed in as he held his hand up in the air. "I can take one for the team." "Give over old man, she won't want you... I think I've got this one." Juice said with a goofy grin, the whole table began laughing. "That's all good, i don't like brunettes so..." Tig said as he thought about the redhead, his jeans growing tighter just thinking about her, he shifted in his seat and smirked. No one else added anything about Roxxie, even though they all thought she was hot, they knew Clay would have their balls if they did. Tig looked over to the top of the table to find Clay glaring at him. Yep, he would definitely get a shot to the dick if he carried on talking. -- After a long day of shopping with Gemma, both Roxxie and Rissa were tired out. It's safe to say Gemma knew how to spend money. "Can we nap?" Roxxie said in a whiny voice as they entered the Clubhouse. "Don't be stupid girl, it's been a long time since I've had girl's I actually like around here... We are getting ready for the party together." The older lady said in a stern but playful tone. They were going to get ready now? But it was only the afternoon? "But Gemma... The party isn't for like 4 hours?" Rissa said, for some reason she felt very comfortable around Gemma, which was unusual for many reasons. "Hush girly." Gemma said for leaving the room to gather her things. Both Roxxie and Rissa looked at each other and let out a laugh. "So I'm gonna wear the button up denim skirt and the red top, what you gonna wear Ris?" "Help me pick? You know usually I'd be wearing a shirt buttoned up to my neck and fancy pants." Rissa sighed as she thought about how controlling Elliot was, he even chose her clothes. Roxxie bit her lip as she rummaged through the bags. Then she grinned, pulling out the perfect outfit for her. "You are gonna be such a biker babe!" "Oh shut up." The dark haired girl laughed. "No I mean it... All those guys are gonna be fighting for your attention." She paused. "Stay away from Trager though okay?" The last part was said so seriously, Rissa knew it was a warning. Gemma strolled back into the girl's room, make up and hair appliences in hand. "Why are you brats still sat down? Go shower." she sighed as she rolled her eyes at the pair of them. "Sometimes I'm so glad I didn't have no daughters." She let out a small laugh as she shooed Roxxie into the shower. Once Gemma heard the shower going she walked over to the bed and took a seat next to Rissa. "So, do you want to talk about what has you looking so down baby?" The older woman hadn't known the girl long but she had taken a liking to her already and that didn't happen very often. "It's just, all these clothes... I would have never been able to wear them before... Both Elliot and that woman that gave birth to me would never allow it. I'm just a little overwelmed I guess." "Oh sweetie." Gemma sighed. "They ain't here and you can't live your life thinking about those bastards... You are here now and you are safe." Gem wrapped her arm around the girl and pulled her in for a hug. "Don't know if you heard but we are a big family at SAMCRO and you are now apart of that... Whether you like it or not" Gemma smirked before placing a kiss on her head. Roxxie walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. "It's your turn Ris." The brunette walked over and hugged her soaking wet bestfriend before running off to get in the shower. "What did I miss?" The red head asked the older woman. "Bonding, baby. Bonding"

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90sgrungelouis · 6 years

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hellooooo i was tagged by @f-l-i-c-k-e-r, @celebratinglouis, @iconichalo, @lovelylarrie, @ravioli-cats and @tommostummie to do the selfie thingie so here it is!!

i feel like the years have been progressively speeding up and flying past me as i get older. Maybe its because im more aware of my life unfolding in front of me, maybe its the era of my life that im in, where im constantly being pulled in a MILLION DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS and im doing SO MANY THINGS but also feeling like im not doing enough? like, picture that episode of spongebob where he forgets everything but beef wellington and his brain is on fire, little tiny brain spongebobs are crying and screaming and shredding probably important documents they need to keep. thats me. 2017 has had its ups and downs, its lefts and rights, things that could have and things that probably wouldnt’ve anyway. 2017 was a wild bitch, but she made herself known and i respect that.

starting from the top left and going in a zig-zaggy motion downwards (you know what i mean):

1. i dont really remember when this was taken but my hair looks BANGIN and judging by the cold temperature i assumed it was the winter, which sounded like a good place for me to start

2. winter break me and my brother escaped to disney florida for a week and witnessed many wonders, including how many tie dyed cheesecakes you can take without anyone noticing, regretting not wearing good standing shoes for those long lines, hearing the same song and parade start back up again literally every 15 minutes, and sitting through enough biographical-themed rides to become experts on disney’s history. frankly disappointed i didnt get to see any ghosts haunting the rides tho

3. my friends and i went to philly to celebrate my birthday!!! it was a nice weekend

4. got my first tattoo!!! or, ta’oo as louis would say

5. ayeeee my first pride i went to!!! i wore a magnificent rainbow cape and tied little bottles of glitter to the top of it so i would sprinkle glitter everywhere i walked. my plan was foiled by faulty bottle shakers tho, so i just had to twist the cap and let it flow out in magnificent streams, then make a huge bolt down the street and look like a glittery gay superhero. some dude laid down on the street in the biggest pile of glitter, people were everywhere asking for more and i found it in the most random places for daysss afterward but boy, was it worth it. got bigger and better plans for next year ;)

6. ah the summer shenanigans of our youth. me and my friends like to go to this abandoned factory in the reservation near our houses and stare up through the remains of the burnt up roof. i think there was a fire sometime before. abandoned buildings get me JaZzED

7. the farm internship i was at the whole summer!!! the bosses were satans but i got hella jacked and tan, and i was always surrounded by flowers and nature so i would call that a win-win

8. you cant see it but p!atd was right after they were on, and i didnt take any pictures or videos cuz i was dumbstruck at how beautiful brendon urie was, ok?? give a girl a break. anyway i cried multiple times and it was the best fucking night of my life, i wish i could relive it

9. my harry show. god, i dont even know what words to describe it it was just. he was there in the flesh and singing and dancing and kiwi-posing and running back and forth like he was training for a damn marathon. it didnt feel real to me, not when i was walking in, not when i was screaming “ITS NEW YORK BABY ALWAYS JACKED UP” as hard as i could until i lost my voice, not when i had tears going down my face during sott, not even when i was sore for literally DAYS afterward because i was jumping up and down and waving my flag so hard throughout the whole concert. it still feels like a dream.

10. i really dont have another deep story for this one and i probably shouldnt have ended it like this but, theres my face. i look like a unicorn. sick.

Goodbye 2017, you were a lot, but you were also chill i guess. Lets hope 2018 brings good things too

im gonna tag @please-dont-freak-out, @nicolouis-flamelinson, @foolishrainbow, @zladdins, @blougreen, and @sleigharry

#whew this took too long lmfao #tag memes

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allmyloveavery · 7 years

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if this was a movie ~ j.m

A/N: this one’s for @nightsspentthinking hope you like it bub you said fuck me up and i tried? idk you be the judge of it. I did this moodboard a while back and my romeo and juliet loving ass just couldn’t resist writing this based off of that moodboard. (also @jonahgarl wanted to be tagged in this if i posted it so here ya go love)

Requested: nah fam I just woke up to the thought of this concept and I was like gotta blast and write this fuck my homework

Summary: You’re on a holiday in Verona and like juliet you find your romeo (only without the dying lmao like could you imagine I would actually write a modern-day version of that and killed them at the end wow that would be wild)

‘Two households, both alike in dignity,

In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,

From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,

Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

From forth the fatal loins of these two foes

A pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life;

Whose misadventured piteous overthrows

Do with their death bury their parents’ strife.

The fearful passage of their death-mark’d love,

And the continuance of their parents’ rage,

Which, but their children’s end, nought could remove,

Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage;

The which if you with patient ears attend,

What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.’

You drag your friend Marina along the street via Capello in excitement as you get closer and closer to casa di Giulietta, Juliet Capulet’s house. You can’t wait to get a picture with Julia’s bust touching the right side of her chest for luck in love, stand on the balcony where the whole thing went down according to Shakespeare. You weren’t in a relationship so you wouldn’t be hanging a love lock on the gate or posting a little love note on the walls but regardless of that you were super excited to see the house from your favorite love story.

As you and your friend approach the line to go in you notice the boy in front of you. As cliche and ‘that only happens in movies’ as it sounded, you felt your heart drop for a second and admired his smile as he laughed at something his friend had said. His laugh sounded warm and hearty and it echoed through your ears after the boy had already stopped laughing. Marina waved her hand in front of your face “hellooooo earth to y/n, did I vanish or something?” You snap out of the mesmerized trance you were in as you were looking at the tall dark haired boy. “No, why would you say that?“ Marina didn’t even have to say anything to answer your question. Instead, she just rolled her eyes, glanced at the boy and raised an eyebrow to you. "Okay fine, you caught me, but I just couldn’t help myself.” You say as you throw your hands in the air in defeat. “You’re such a hopeless romantic, gosh."

Marina shakes her head as she smirks at you. "Not gonna lie though, he’s pretty cute.” You gasp dramatically and exclaim “are we going to have to battle for his love?” Marina takes a step back before saying “I challenge you to a duel.” You both laugh before both letting out a sarcastic “my oh my”, not realizing the boy you were supposedly gonna battle over was looking at the two of you with an amused look on his face. You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn around to face the handsome stranger. “May I ask whose love you’re battling for?” You fight the urge to blush with every fiber in you and calmly answer: “actually we don’t know his name yet.” You hear that soft laugh again that mesmerized you in the first place. “Oh, well, we can fix that” he says before pausing and sticking out his hand for you to shake, which you gladly take. “My name is Jonah."

Your eyes widen as you realize he knew you and Marina were talking about him. Too in shock to respond to what he’d just said you just stare at him as a little smile grows on your face. The boy that just introduced himself as Jonah winks at you before saying "how about instead of battling I take you out on a date instead?” You chuckle and pretend to think about it for a second. “Hmm I don’t know challenging someone to a duel to battle over love sounds pretty cool.” He looks at you and smirks “Not as cool as standing on Juliet’s balcony saying ‘O Romeo, Romeo wherefore art thou Romeo’ to a complete stranger you just met.”

A little baffled by how smoothly he picked that up you stay silent for a second. “Are you insinuating that this supposed first date would be us acting out one of the most iconic scenes in the entire play?” Jonah nods his head and makes a little bow “that’s exactly what I’m insinuating m'lady.” “That actually does sound cooler than battling for your love." He can’t help but smile to himself at your response. "Does that mean you’ll be the Juliet to my Romeo?” You blush and try to hide your face with your hair “I’d be your Juliet any time.” Jonah takes your hand bows down and gives a gentle kiss on top of it. “I trust your words, just call me your love.” he says and wiggles one of his eyebrows. “You do know that like comes after the balcony scene, right Romeo?” He rubs his neck and bites his lip while looking at you. “Of course I do.” “Mhm, sure.” “Hey” he whines and shoves you softly.

When it is finally your turn to go inside both you and Jonah go up to the balcony and stand there admiring the view. Jonah is standing behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist as you take a few pictures until you finally hear Jonah speak up. “A promise is a promise, I’m gonna go downstairs and stand under the balcony for the highlight of our date.” You nod in agreement excitedly and when Jonah is standing under the balcony you start reciting the famous lines “O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love and I’ll no longer be a Capulet.” When you’re done reciting all of Juliet’s lines you hear Jonah speak from under the balcony. “I take thee at thy word. Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized. Henceforth I never will be Romeo.” Last but not least you recite Juliet’s last line in that scene, “What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, so stumblest on my counsel?"

You make your way back downstairs to the garden to meet Jonah and he hands you two little pieces of paper and a pen. "What’s that for?” you ask him with a puzzled expression on your face. “We’re gonna post a love note on the wall.” Still confused you look at the little notes and back at Jonah. “But why do I have two notes?” Jonah flashes you a smile and simply says: “one for the love note and one for your number. You didn’t think I’d go all out like this and not get your number right?” and with that, he swung his arm over your shoulder. “And they say chivalry is dead” you jokingly say to him as you quickly scribble down your number and hand him the piece of paper. You make your way to the love note wall with Jonah and when he looks away you quickly scribble “ I didn’t find Romeo of Montague but I did find Jonah and that’s basically the same thing.” on the little paper before handing Jonah back his pen and waiting for your turn to put the note on the wall.

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