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astroboots · 9 months

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Issue #11

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x female reader

Summary: Miguel brings you gifts.

Word count: 3,600

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Stark’s courier service arrives at your hotel the following day, a crew of four brawny looking men dressed in overalls, carrying in some 13 boxes of equipment, which take up the majority of the floor space of your luxury suite.

It finds residence in the seating area of the hotel room. Fancy looking gadgets of shiny chrome and colorful LED lights that look like they were stolen from the movie set of Back to the Future.

Miguel sets up shop, turning the pink girly vanity dressing table into an impromptu workbench. It’s where he’s been seated most of the last 36 hours, hunched over the tiny little table tinkering with the watch and various futuristic looking mechanical gears at all hours of the night.

The laser scalpel he’s using might be soundless, but Miguel sure isn’t. Last night, you’d been constantly woken up by his growling as he trashes another expensive looking tool with an angry growl. Pacing the room for a few minutes, mumbling and complaining about the cheap quality of Stark tech and how primitive this world is. Then he's right back at it, sitting back down on the little pink velvet ottoman to continue tinkering.

Tonight is no different. You’re in bed, scrolling your phone to unwind before going to sleep, when you hear him grumble again then stab the laser scalpel into the surface of the table.

Peeling off the fluffy comfortable quilt wrapped around you, you make your way over to him before he destroys any more fancy furniture you can never dream of affording to replace on your modest salary.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, as you stand behind him.

“Bastard’s tagged the thing with a receptor that feeds information about any modifications made back to him. It’s booby trapped so that if I try to remove it, the whole thing will disintegrate.”

You lean over to peer at the desk over his shoulder, observing the arc reactor that's pulsing like a beating heart with a glow of blue.

“Does it matter? Let him have your technology.”

In the reflection of the vanity mirror, you can see the small muscle in his jaw tic with irritation.

“No,” he says flatly, picking up the scalpel again from where it’s wedged into the table. “We can’t risk him getting a hold of inter-dimensional technology. I don’t want Stark to be able to locate and come after you.”

Oh Jesus, not this again.

“I already told you, I’m not interested in Tony Stark." You resist the urge to roll your eyes at part two of Miguel's unwarranted jealousy feud with Stark. Didn’t the two of you have a heartfelt conversation about this?

“That’s not the problem.”

“Then what is?”

He's grinding down on his jaw with irritated anger at whatever it is he’s thinking but not sharing with you. “We can’t trust him.”

“He’s a superhero, Miguel, just like you. If we can't trust him, then I don't know who we can trust.”

Miguel's mouth pulls into a grim and tight line at your words. For a brief moment, you think you catch a hint of fear on his face, before he breaks eye contact and turns away, back towards the bench. It takes you by surprise because you didn’t think Miguel was scared of anything.

“Tony Stark is one of the good guys,” you try again.

You rest a hand on the edge of his shoulder, trying to help placate his unease. “He’s an Avenger, remember? It's their job to protect the world.”

It dawns on you when you hear the words from your own mouth. The reason why he doesn’t want Tony Stark to be able to keep tabs on you and come after you.

The Avengers are meant to protect the world from any threats, and right now one of the greatest threats to this world is… you.

“Oh,” the tiny sound punches out of you as a yawning pit of uncertainty and fear opens up in your stomach.

One in every 40 New Yorkers will have a run-in with Superhero in their time in the city.

You've just always thought that, if your turn to encounter the Avengers came, it would be as a grateful civilian saved from the clutches of evil. You never thought it would be because you were the danger the world needed saving from.

Miguel must sense the moment the realization hits you, because he sets aside his tools and takes your hand, gently stroking the palm of it with his thumb.

"You have nothing to worry about, it’s just going to take some time," he murmurs, and he looks up at you with such warmth it makes the anxiety in you thaw slightly. "I'll be done with it soon.”

He eyes the arc reactor, not letting go of your hand. "Try to get some sleep."

You fall asleep to the white noise of tinkering metal and Miguel’s frustrated murmured curses. The noises should annoy you, but they don't. You find it oddly comforting, being able to hear Miguel move around in the same room as you when you’re in bed. Know with every fiber of your being that his presence means you're safe and easily drift fast asleep.

You don't know how long you stay asleep for or how much sleep you manage to catch before you feel the bed dip beside you.

"Hey," a voice softly cajoles you. There's a warm palm on your shoulder, gently nudging you awake. But you're not prepared to wake yet. Too comfortable in the haze of sleep to give it up.

You bury your head into the pillow, hoping to shut out any interference that's trying to keep you from your sleep.

"Cielito," the gentle voice tries again. "Wake up."

Grumpily and with great resistance, you strain to turn your head, squinting your eyes awake to see Miguel's face filling your vision.

It’s dark in here save for a small lamp left on in the far off corner. In this muted light, his scarlet eyes are illuminated with an otherworldly brilliance. If you had been more awake, you would have wanted to take a second or two to marvel at how beautiful they are.

"I got something for you," he says.

There’s a barely contained eagerness in his voice as he speaks, and sleepy as you are, it peaks your interest. You blink your eyes properly open, adjusting to the dim dark to see two small boxes set next to your pillow.

"Miguel, it's..." you flick your wrist towards you, when you remember the watch is no longer there. It’s odd how naked you feel without Lyla as your constant companion on your wrist.

You awkwardly prop yourself up on an elbow with great effort to figure out time the old fashioned way, glancing at the alarm clock on the nightstand.

In a bright glaring LED, the digits announce: 01:00.

Past midnight?! Has he lost his mind?

"It's one in the morning! Why are you waking me up after midnight!?"

Unbothered by your outrage, he continues to lean across you to drag one of the boxes closer.

"I'm finally done modifying the parallel universe traversal device, so I got you something to celebrate."

You blink up at him in surprise. When he said he’d be done soon, you didn’t think he meant tonight.

“It’s from that place you wanted Stark to take you," he says, opening the box one-handed to reveal a gaudy looking golden donut waiting for you.

Then he drags the second box over, setting it next to the first and flips the lid open. Inside are half a dozen cinnamon-sugared donuts.

"And these are regular old donuts, from the Lower East Side for fifty cents each. We can do a comparison test. If that ugly golden donut is tastier, I’ll chop off my arm.”

You snort out a laugh. His one-sided feud with Tony Stark is alive and well you see. You don’t understand why this has become such a point of contention for him. Stark had never actually suggested he was going to get you golden donuts.

Before you have the chance to dig in, Miguel puts out his hand, palm up, on the mattress in invitation. "Give me your hand first," he instructs.

You oblige him, placing your hand in the middle of his, and he wraps the familiar watch around your wrist. Except it’s not as familiar as you remember it to be. It’s considerably chunkier now to accommodate Stark's arc reactor that sits in the middle and if anything it looks more like a cuff bracelet than a watch.

But you don’t mind, you’re glad to have the comforting weight of it back on your arm, wrist no longer feeling quite so naked.

“It’s bulkier than I would’ve liked. But there’s no helping how primitive Stark’s tech is,” Miguel snarks, clearly pleased with himself even though the man he’s bitching about isn’t even in the room to hear his clever insults.

In the gloomy light, the bright blue gem of the arc reactor shines back at you like a precious jewel. If you didn’t know better, you’d think you were wearing jewelry fit for royalty.

"I like this upgrade on the watch. It’s pretty.”

"Not a watch," Miguel corrects, but he's not scolding you. The fondness in his voice is plainly there.

Looking up you meet his eyes to see the open affection that's there for you. Your face warms under his unwavering attention, until you have to duck your head down, unable to hold his gaze anymore.

You reach over the bed, to busy yourself, bypassing the golden donut to pick up one of the plain cinnamon ones. In the corner of your eye, you catch his lips curve into a smile as you take a large bite of the regular-non-golden donut.

He would gloat about that, wouldn’t he, the overgrown childish brat. You grin around the mouthful, as the sugar melts onto the tip of your tongue and you moan loudly at the perfect warm cinnamon that floods your senses.

Miguel is still smiling at you warmly, face propped in his broad hand as he watches you eat, and the heat in your face reaches an almost feverish pitch under his gaze.

"So what's next?" you force yourself to ask him over a muffled mouthful to distract yourself.

"Get some rest, sleep in. We'll take this for a few test drives in the morning to make sure it works the way it's supposed to, and then I'll take you to my home world."

There's a jittery sensation. A mix of exhilaration, excitement and anxiety blending with the sugar in your stomach at the unknown that waits before you. Even though you knew this day was coming since your visit at Wong, now that the time has come you're nervous.

The only world you’ve ever known is your own. You’re hardly an intrepid traveler. During your gap year in Europe, the use of the metric system was a culture shock for you. You can't even begin to imagine what it'll be like to travel to another alternate reality.

But you’re going to have to do it—and keep doing it, if Wong is correct.

Will you need to get a whole new wardrobe to fit in with the fashion trends of each universe? Will you have to learn new languages? Will there be a thousand sets of unfamiliar customs and quirks you’ll have to learn to adapt to?

…Will Miguel be there for any of it?

Biting down on your lip, you try to stave off the tight knot in your stomach.

One thing that's become clear is that even if Miguel takes you to his world, you won’t be able to stay there for very long. You aren’t going to be able to stay anywhere for very long.

Even if he intends to give you Lyla for good or build you another device that allows you to jump from world to world... what then?

Will he come with you?

Or will you be left to travel by yourself from one unknown world to another?

The loneliness of that fate makes your stomach hurt. You’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t admit that you want him to come with you more than anything, but you have no right to ask that of him. Not after everything he’s already done for you.

Like he can read your mind, Miguel gives you an appraising look.

"Once we're in Nueva York, we'll stay there for as long as it's safe," Miguel says, leaning across your lap to snag a donut from the box next to you for himself, and you try to ignore the heat that goes skittering through your leg when his arm brushes past your knee. "Then we'll jump to the next location."

You watch him scarf the cinnamony treat down in two mouthfuls, barely chewing. Your heart leaps excitedly until it jumps all the way to your throat.

"We?"

He grins, crumbs of caramelized sugar dotted on the curve of his lips. "I can't leave you by yourself, can I?"

Your mouth opens and closes, then opens again and you leave it there, hanging in the air, probably looking incredibly dumb and speechless.

You don’t know what to say to him. Don’t think there are adequate words in the English dictionary capable of expressing how happy it makes you to know that you’ll have him by your side. 'Thank you' seems incredibly lacking.

Somehow despite that you are both sitting down, he still dwarfs you and from your seated position you barely come up to his shoulders. You don’t quite know why you do it, but you move before you think, getting to your knees to lean up and place a small kiss on his cheek.

A faint pink tinges his cheeks at the small contact. Then it’s his turn to duck down. He scoots over, bringing the smaller donut box closer to you.

"Eat your golden donut," he says.

You peer up at him. The way his mouth pulls into a tiny and almost shy smile, and happiness buzzes in your chest at the sight.

A dopey smile spreads across your cheeks as you watch him. The way he rubs one broad hand over his jaw to hide his reddening face from you.

Taking the box from him, you look down at the shiny pastry. If your words are failing you, maybe food can speak for you instead. You pick up the golden donut in your hand and hold it out to him.

“You go first,” you offer.

There’s not a second of hesitation from Miguel. He leans down and takes a large bite of the gilded pastry, fangs first, puncturing the soft, squishy dough.

The whole thing bursts, and you squeal with laughter as the champagne flavored jelly filling squirts across his bottom lip, onto your fingers and drips onto the sheets below.

“Miguel, you’re making a complete mess!”

You lick up the sticky jam from your fingers as you watch him. There’s dust of gold smudging against his cheeks and even on his nose as he takes another bite. You’re tittering with amusement at the sight of him.

“Here you got some–” you bring your thumb to help him wipe at the corner of his mouth.

For a man who doesn’t like casual touches, sneering even at the idea of handshakes as a greeting at work, he doesn’t seem to mind yours.

Miguel lets you rub off the flecks of gold from his cheek, eyes dropping half-closed in contentment. His jaw moves under your hand as his mouth drops open, then he presses his lips to the inside of your palm.

It’s a barely there touch, but it has warmth furl from the middle of your stomach and blooms outward, spreading to the rest of you.

In this gigantic Wyoming king-sized bed, Miguel is seated close enough to you that your knees touch. He’s close. So close that you can feel the heat rolling off of his big body.

Somehow that's not close enough, because you close the remaining distance between you, until your knee is pressed against the firm inside of his thigh, his broad shoulders brush against yours.

It wouldn’t take much now. If you leaned up at this moment. If you tilted your head upwards even slightly. Your lips would be on his.

You shouldn’t, the small voice in your head warns. Kissing him is probably not a good idea.

He might not feel the same. Kissing him might change something irreparably between you, and then who will you travel the outer limits of the universe with?

But... if you're going to die tomorrow or the next day or next week, then what does it all matter anyhow? What’s a little bit of rejection when the end of the world is hiding right behind the next corner.

You tilt up and press your lips to his top lip, then the full lower one. It’s chaste and brief, and only lasts for a second. But for a first time it’s familiar and intimate in a way that it can only be with you and Miguel.

His lips are warm and dry and slightly open under the press of yours and it sends a fluttering warmth from the tip of your nose to the end of your fingertips.

You pull back with the tiniest movement, nose still brushing against his, as you gather the courage to look up at his face and try to find out if you just made a terrible mistake.

Those scarlet eyes are staring down at you in that familiar way you catch him doing sometimes. When he thinks you're not paying attention to him and his eyes lingers on your face.

His thumb catches behind your ear, face inching closer, and then he’s kissing you back. It’s sweet and electric, the sensation surges through you with a giddiness that makes your toes curl.

Miguel presses his lips to yours and holds you there. Long consecutive kisses that don't let you pull up for air. His other hand gently cups your face, thumb stroking the apple of your cheeks like you’re the most precious thing his big hands has ever held.

You want this to last, that it could always be like this. You want it to be you and him.

This man who brings you cupcakes when you’re crying. Who saves you the best portion of the food that he likes even though he’s a glutton. Who folds you paper flowers and leaves them on your desk to make you smile when you’re having a bad day at work. A man who stays by your side through the end of the world and never asks you for anything in return.

You love him.

One large hand covers the back of your neck. He tilts you back, like he’s trying to shield and protect you as he holds you. Holds you like he’s never going to let go.

Then he stops.

Why is he stopping?

He stiffens above you, the whole of his back tensing. You chase his lips but he is already pulling back and away from you.

Your eyes open to the muted darkness of the room.

In front of you, Miguel is looking at you with an expression you can't pin down. Eyes wide, and distracted. For a terrifying moment, you think that the look on his face is one of regret.

Maybe he realized he doesn’t feel that way about you after all. Maybe he's trying to find a way to let you down gently.

You pull back and study his face.

No… it’s not that.

His expression is the same distant look he had two seconds before a helicopter crashed into your apartment. The same tension in his eyes that will have him hauling you into his arms to protect you from a rogue vehicle. The same pinch in his brow when he’ll stop a conversation with you mid-sentence because the ceiling is about to cave in and he needs to push you out of harm’s way.

Something is wrong.

A cold sliver of fear crawls up your spine as Miguel’s face turns, and he stares into the empty space of the room beyond the bed.

There’s speck of pink spilling onto the sheets on your lap like the color of the sun on stained glass from the outside.

You follow his gaze in the direction of the radiant dusk pouring in from the window.

It’s too bright for one A.M, enough to be blinding.

Pulling away the quilt from your body, you slide out of bed and walk towards the brightness pouring in from the outside until you’re standing in front of the wide glass panes of the balcony.

You look up at the sky, and it’s not the familiar calm midnight-blue. There are vivid streaks of fluorescent pink and glowing purple staining the sky. There are fractures in the sky like someone took a sledge hammer to it and cracked it wide open.

The cityscape looks like it is folding onto itself. Skyscrapers, bridges, and streets are contorted and warped like badly-folded origami. The impossible architecture reminds you of a M.C Escher painting you saw on a school trip at MoMA as a child.

Outside, the pavements of New York is mirrored where the sky is supposed to be. Silhouettes of skyscrapers spring out from below and above and the vast sky is wedged between. Up is down and down is up and nothing makes sense anymore.

You've seen this scene take place before, when you were under Wong's multidimensional spell.

Your universe is starting to collapse.

The end of the world is here. You’ve officially run out of time.

~ Next Issue

Dedications & Credits:

To @guruan for her endless kindness and incredibly talented. I cannot thank her enough for the art she gifts me with that constantly inspires my little squirrel brain and drives me to write like I am possessed.

And @thirstworldproblemss my babe, my bestie, my moose! Thank you for always being there with your pretty face!! I adore and love you, our friendship and time together brings me endless joy. Thank you for going on this ride with me.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara fic #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara fanfic #miguel o'hara fanfiction #spiderverse #marvel #across the spiderverse fanfiction #spiderverse fanfiction #marvel mcu #oscar isaac #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara #miguel ohara x you

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twit-ter-pa-ted · 6 months

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Love Language - Monkey D. Luffy

a/n: luffy looks so cute in this gif. anyway this is the second part to the love languages series! i almost put out zoro's first but decided against it😋 anyways, enjoy!🫶

Physical Touch

Luffy clings like a baby koala.

He knows almost no boundaries so he goes all out with physical touch. It's like he can't get enough of you (but he backs off when you voice it out when he's too much).

He wraps around you like a boa constrictor when you cuddle because he likes to feel only you whenever you cuddle.

When your fingers are running through his hair, he gets all soft and sleepy. He's almost purring as you do so.

He really likes holding your hand. He likes how it feels against his own.

Quality Time

He loves being in your presence!

He follows you around like a lost puppy when he doesn't have you lounging with him at his special seat.

His mouth is never at rest from talking. Or eating. Whenever he talks (which is always), he loves that you're always there to listen.

Like with Sanji, you're practically sewn at the hip with how much time Luffy spends with you. You're not complaining, though.

Words of Affirmation

Not a single thought in his brain fails to escape through his lips. As a result, you are always made aware of what he feels.

When you do something worthy of praise, he's first to do so with enthusiasm and genuineness.

Whenever you wear something new, his eyes practically turn to hearts as they lunge out of their sockets. His booming voice announces to the entire Grand Line how pretty he thinks you are.

On the other hand, Luffy is used to receiving compliments. However, you seem to have a different effect on him as he seems to suddenly turn to melted rubber the moment you utter how pretty he looks today or how cool that new move was.

Giving/Receiving Gifts

Though most wouldn't count it as a gift, it is a different case for Luffy; during meals, he would offer you his food when he thinks it's tasteful (he thinks everything is tasteful, so he gives you at least one of everything he eats).

Despite not being big on giving gifts, Luffy really treasures the gifts he receives from you.

He would boast about it, show it off like it's a trophy, and show just how meaningful your gift is to him.

When Luffy does gift you something, there's more thought put into it than Berries.

Having spent his childhood in the jungle, he found himself to be familiar with the different cultures living within the woods. If you ever mentioned your favorite flower, he would know the moment he set his eyes on it and give you a hundred of them.

Acts of Service

Though it is last on the list, it is not the least.

Luffy is a gentleman when it comes to you.

The crew was awestruck when Luffy seemed to remember his manners when you two started dating.

He would open the door for you, feed you, hold your hand while walking – hell, he would have even worship the ground you walked on if you hadn't stopped him.

There are even instances when the captain would clean your room for you. (This would only happen when he reached total boredom, so be glad when it happens because there's a slim chance it'll have a repeat.)

He would tie your laces for you! Not in an effective way though, but he tries his best <3 (Why do you think he just wears sandals?)

He'd bring you food so whenever he's in the mood for something to eat, you're always eating with him (even if it's just a tiny bite-sized snack).

#one piece #one piece live action #opla #opla luffy x reader #monkey d luffy #monkey d luffy x reader #luffy #luffy x reader #inaki godoy #inaki godoy x reader #one piece imagines #imagine #love languages #bee's hive

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appleblueberry-pie · 3 months

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Hello, First timer here. May I please request for Yandere Nanami Kento wherein their darling finds their stalker wall ( a wall filled with their pictures) after being invited into his apartment and proceeds to runaway from him

Great idea. this will be my dessert. And speaking of dessert........

The sun began to disappear on the horizon. It had a calming dark orange color rather than the blinding white light it usually had. Parts of the sky that took off with the sun brought a yellow hue that eventually faded into a dark blue above. The clouds were purple and pink, which gave the impression that this was probably the most beautiful sunset in Japan this year. Yet, Kento wouldn't dare take his eyes off of your face. You were ten times more beautiful than any sunset he's ever laid his eyes on. Everything from your reflective eyes to your beautiful lips was something he could never get off of his mind. He needed you to be his forever.

He managed to persuade you into having a few dates with him. You and him have been work partners for a few years at the same company, and he's "known" you for even longer than that. He knew you didn't really like your job and only stayed for the amazing pay. He also knew that he was your type. Organized. Neat. Kept to himself and never really bothered to talk with others. He intrigued you and you wanted to know more about him. It was less of convincing, and more of you asking him out, if anything. More of a reason for you to stick around. He wasn't complaining.

And so you two were almost halfway through the first date. "Surprise me," you said. So he gave you some sort of dress code that would be nice for the place he'd take you to and he brought you to a (pretty expensive, in your opinion) new restaurant that opened in Tokyo. You had a great time ordering to your hearts content, like he told you to do. And you're surprised that he could even afford a place like this. It made you wonder what kind of pay gap you two had.

You spoke the most out of the both of you, even with shoving all of the food you ate into your mouth. He told you to be careful, of course, but couldn't help but let out little chuckles from your adorable behavior. You told him about your position and what you to at work(which he already knew about), told him about the stray cats you feed every night because they kept begging you so sweetly for more deli cuts from your fridge(he knew that too), and you told him about how much you enjoy his company.

"I don't know." You said, sipping your red wine while maintaining eye contact with him. "It's something really nice about you." You give him a simple smile, your beautiful nails tapping against the polish wooden dinner table. He felt his cock twitch in his pants and tried to fight back the heat that began to reach his face and ears from your sudden complete attention on him.

"You're so sweet and caring.........Very attentive and responsible. I like that in a man." You sat back in your seat, eating smaller bites off of your plate now. "You know, I can't find men like you anymore. Like, a lot of them always seem to have a lot of the qualities I want. Money, great hygiene, great taste in places they take me to, but..." You shook your head. "There's always that one thing that just....doesn't do it for me, you know?" Kento nods, understanding what you meant. He prayed that there wasn't anything you didn't like about him. Because he knows how picky you can get. And he'll play dollhouse with you a million times before you find out about how he managed to be with you in this moment.

"I used to give them a chance. That's what a lot of older women would tell me. Give them a chance, it's just one flaw, nenenene, whatever. But then I see the men that they stay with and it's.......I don't want to insult their taste, but. No. And every time I gave someone a chance, they revealed so many other things that I didn't like about them. The guy before you was just like you. So nice to me, had money, was neat and clean. He was great." You flip your hand around.

Kento internally monologues to himself, 'nice isn't enough'.

"But he was a fucking misogynist. I almost got slapped probably," Kento's eyebrows shoots up. "What?? Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" You shake your head. "Nononono, I was exaggerating, I shouldn't have. Sorry."

"No, it's okay, you don't need to apologize. I just want to make sure nothing bad happened. Who was this guy?" You roll your eyes. "Some CEO at like, um........McDonald's. I'm surprised he wasn't fat with all of the leftovers he always brought back with him." You insult him and scoff. Kento makes a hard mental note to do some deep research on all current and former CEO's of McDonald's establishments. And also to get into your phone's database.

"And him being nice wasn't enough at all." See? "And after all of the 'nice guys' I dated, and all of the weird misogynists-in-hiding i've spoken to, I have a very...very good feeling," You grab his cold hands with your very warm ones, "That you are so much more than every sleaze I gave crumbs to."

"......so I am receiving 'crumbs'?" You smile and let go of his hands. He dearly misses the warmth you provided to him. "The first date is always crumbs. It's just a matter if I believe that you deserve more than just that." You silently watch Kento pay for the bill before packing your stuff. Before you can get out of your seat, Kento almost(fully) rushes out of his to help you back up. You sweetly thank him, putting your jacket on(with his help again) and let out an exhale as you both step outside of the restaurant onto the streets.

It takes a few anxious seconds of silence for Kento to speak up. "Is it alright if we make some dessert at my place? I have all of the ingredients to make an apple pie, I didn't want to waste your time by just sitting on the couch with you. But if you want to call it a night, I can walk you back home and we can discuss our next date on the way back?"

When you turn and smile at him, the setting sun accents your face in every way possible. Kento prays to god that this moment in time isn't a dream. Without realizing, his face relaxes, brown eyes giving you that look as if you were his nonexistent teenage dream that he's meeting for the first time. It feels so natural when you slip your hand into his, intertwining your fingers together.

"No. I realize I want to do this with you. You're special. I hope you realize that by now." Kento can only stay silent while his heart nearly beats out of his chest for the entire way back to his place. You didn't mind the silence, humming and pointing at flowers or birds that caught your attention for a few seconds.

Kento goes over every door he locked and every little thing he hid around his house in case you agreed to be with him at his place. But now that you two were in front of his door, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. So, he calmly opens his front door, lets you in first with a smile, before closing it behind him. He acts as if nothing is suspicious as you both take off your shoes and outside jackets, putting them in their respective places.

Kento excuses himself to open his sliding door in the back for ventilation, only to really check all doors for their locks, peek into certain rooms he purposefully left unlocked. "Hey, Kento?" You called from the kitchen. "Yes? Is there anything you need?" He calls back, making his way to the sliding door. "Is it okay if I use your bathroom?"

"My home is your home. The bathroom is down the hall by the staircase." And it's as he opens the sliding doors that he tenses realizes you'd possibly open one of two doors at the end of the hallway. The one leading into his humongous shrine entirely dedicated to you, or the actual bathroom.

"Y/n, wait." Kento does a 180 turn and power walks back to the front of his home, about to turn left before nearly bumping into you. You pass him with the same speed he had almost, putting on your shoes you left by the door. His heart drops into his stomach when he turns and sees the door to his shrine left wide open. "Y/n-" You had already left out the door by the time he turns back to face you.

Kento thinks back to seven months ago when he first started stalking you. How long it took for him to get his first clear picture of your face in a crowd full of people. How long it took for him to build his body shape into the one you desired. How long it took for him to find a place in Shinjuku to be closer to you. To be in the same work company as you. And, fuck, did it take forever for him to get you to notice him. And now here you are. Running out of his apartment in fear of him. All of the love and desire he poured into you, into your beautiful shrine entirely dedicated to you. He was completely devoted to you. And you're running. How fucking stupid it was for him to believe he could have it easy.

His face forms into one of anger as you step out into the cold once more, as if you forgot every single good fucking thing he had brought onto you. You didn't even realize how close he got until you felt his iron-tight grip clamp onto your shoulder and yank you back into his apartment. You land onto the floor harshly and flinch when he slams the door shut, locking it tight.

You never realized how much bigger and stronger Nanami was compared to you until now. You were just a little mouse and he was like a tiger. "I can't let you go." He says. His heart feels as if it's hanging on a few strings in his chest. His throat begins to close out of stress and sadness. He didn't want to do this to you. He got so so so close....but you tried to ruin everything you two had build together.

"I'm sorry." He whispers. He rubs his face and turns his back to you. "Fuck." You stay silent and still. You couldn't believe what you had gotten yourself into. You couldn't have known that the silent businessman that worked a floor above you was a weirdo creep who would fucking hold you hostage.

"It was my fault. I knew that that door was unlocked. And forgot to lock it. I never wanted you to see that." He turns back to face you now. You're still silent. Nanami desperately wants you to say something. He missed the sound of your voice in his ears. He missed feeling your touch. And knowing it won't ever be genuine like it felt today just made it feel like a huge part of him died inside. The silence killed him.

"........You have to stay here." "No." You immediately respond to that, shaking your head. You scramble to your feet and step up to him. "I'm not your hostage, Nanami." He turns his head in mental pain, hating how you aren't on first-name basis now. "No, you're not. But you won't ever want to be with me again. And the last thing I need is for someone else to find out about it."

"Of fucking course I wouldn't want to be around you anymore. Who knows what other shit you've seen me do. It's so sickening to think I was going to be close to my stalker. Oh, jesus christ." The vile words pour out of your mouth and Nanami's jaw tenses. Nanami looked like a child being told he couldn't see his mother ever again and it just made you more pissed off. You wanted to leave. The door was right there. But his desire to want you....and keep you...kept you from being free.

You step back in thought. What the fuck are you going to do? As if he could read your mind, Nanami looks up at you. He hasn't moved once from his spot. "I will take care of you."

You shake your head and purse your lips. "I wouldn't dare neglect you. You are my angel. You know that. Right?" He takes a step closer. "We can sleep in the same bed once we get there...but until then, I can give you my bedroom."

His dining room and kitchen are big. With the surrounding space, you feel like you could get around him somehow. So you shed the jacket, letting it drop to the floor. "......" He stares at it before looking back up at you. "And then...I will also bathe you, and allow you to use the hygiene products I know you use." You scowl and cross your arms.

"I know you're trying to run." Nanami walks up to you as calmly as possible. But he moved where you moved. Which is how you ended up on the floor straddled when you tried shoving past him. "Please don't make me do this." He begs. You shout profanities at him, which eventually water down to you just sobbing, tears rushing down your face as you gasped for air. "Please, just let me go!" Nanami keeps your hands together with one hand, and wipes your face of your tears with the other. Your face was hot as you tried to avoid his cold touch.

Nanami shakily sighs. He really didn't want to say no to you. But you couldn't just leave. So for the first time ever, he ignored you. He ignored your squeals of fear as he hoists you off of the ground and brings you into the guest bedroom, locking the door from the outside. He ignores the loud bangs on the door as he cleans up the small mess left behind, putting away the prepped ingredients for the apple pie for another time. And he ignores that small selfish feeling of happiness bloom in his chest at his once in a lifetime chance to finally have something go right in his life. No matter how dark and twisted the path was to get to this point.

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nofacentity · 10 months

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𝕄𝕀𝔾𝕌𝔼𝕃 𝕆'ℍ𝔸ℝ𝔸 𝕏 𝔾ℕ! ℝ𝔼𝔸𝔻𝔼ℝ ℍ𝔼𝔸𝔻ℂ𝔸ℕ𝕆ℕ𝕊

Okay, in my mind, I see it this way:

This man lost all of what he cherished and, after which, he made it his work to ensure what happened to him would never happen again. The thing is - it's very personal.

He works so hard not because he's born a workoholic (Idk about comic Miguel, but rn Im talking about atsv Miguel and what we've seen of him) but because hes hurting and feeling guilty, and there's just so much mental baggage to unpack.

🧛🏽Of course he'll be shitting his spider-pants from the sheer thought of having someone close to him again or having any attachments. But if this man ends up with a S/O somehow, it would mean there's already a lot of work done with him opening up and getting attached and, in this case, his priorities will change too.

🧛🏽I don't see him ignoring his SO or abandoning them for work or being mean to them for no reason, he'll get a totally new set of priorities. And his SO is surely his number one priority.

🧛🏽He will try to prioritize work, but if you call him he'll just drop everything he's been doing. (he sure will complain that he needs to do his very important job and all)

🧛🏽He wouldn't ever want to take his anger out on you, but this man does have anger issues. He'll try to manage it to best of his ability if he's around you - he'll just be grumpy and try to be civil with you while holding back his desire to punch a hole through a wall.

If he's furious he won't talk much, will just be frowning silently, he may sound a bit rude atm, he still wouldn't want to harm or upset you. If he ever shouts at you he'll be quick to apologize.

🧛🏽He doesn't strike me as a jealous type, he's concerned for your safety, not for your loyalty. He wont even think about it. Unless you'll give him a rock solid reason to.(but why?)

🧛🏽He'll have separation anxiety soo bad he'll cuff you to himself. This man can't breathe freely if you're out of his line of sight.

🧛🏽He is a family-oriented man. He craaveesss family, this man needs comfort so badly.

🧛🏽He tries to treat his SO as an independent and capable individual, no matter if they are a spider person or not, he respects them. He tries and he fails not to be controlling and protective.

❤️Love languages :

Quality time

"I want a hundred of your time, you're mine."

As I said, he will be glued to your side. He'll have you in his office while he works, just having you around is comforting, even when you two aren't talking. Just hearing your heartbeat and breathing makes his heart feel lighter. To have you in sight and to know you're safe is what it takes for him to stay calm and focused.

Touching.

Two words: touch starved(or is it one word?)

He just likes to feel any part of your body against any part of his body. He'll love it if you fall asleep on his lap while he works (I have no idea if Miguel has a chair in his lair but let's imagine he has one). If you spoil him with light touches, caressing his skin gently, patting his head, running your hand through his hair, he will crumble.

He will always be silently begging for your touch, like a cat that wants headpats, tries to hide it to save its dignity, but fails miserably by being too obvious. He is a cat.

#miguel fanfic #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #atsv miguel #miguel headcanons #miguel o'hara headcanons #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara x gn!reader #miguel o'hara x male reader #miguel o'hara x fem!reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderverse #atsv fanfiction #atsv headcanons #spiderverse x reader #across the spiderverse

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b0red-b1rds · 8 months

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I beg, cry, I AM DESPERATE. For more chubby hc with the harbingers! (If you want to provide ofc) Specially Dottore- made my heart melt.

Elaborate on them if you want, pleaseee

Elaborate, I shall! Since you mentioned Dottore, I'll focus on him.

Originally, the teasing you suffered from the segments was due to a combination of curiosity and comfort. They used you as a sort of stress ball, squishing and pinching as a way of entertaining themselves while thinking about any difficult equations. They never intentionally left bruises, but it happened occasionally. The offending segment would get a swift thump upside the head.

Like I said before, it was a hug that caused a shift in the paradigm. One of the younger segments was pouting about a failed experiment, slouched in his chair and huffing. In an attempt to comfort him, his head is pressed against a warm chest while plush arms wrapped around his shoulders. All he can really do is blink as his brain makes a record scratch. He couldn't even remember what he was so upset about. All he could focus on was how warm and soft it felt to have his cheek pressed against your chest, your heart thumping in his ear.

(He doesn't realize it, but part of the warmth he feels is from the bright blush on his face.)

After that, physical affection is commonplace. Hugs, kisses, tickles (if you allow it), you name it, they do it. Wandering hands still use you as a stress ball, but now it's with the added knowledge that this stress ball gives comforting hugs. Getting a random pat or pinch on the butt is also common now. There's always a delighted cackle as you swiftly turn around to face the offending segment. You can not escape this.

The younger segments (early childhood to mid teens) are a bit more timid with affection. The smaller ones will sit on your lap and listen to your heartbeat, utterly fascinated by the rhythm and cadence of it. The older ones will simply lean on you, placing their forehead or chin on your shoulder as they complain about a failed project or the annoying antics of the older segments.

Speaking of, the older segments (mid twenties to... whatever age Dottore is) are far more flirtatious with their touching. The Omega build is one good example of this. He delights in using his words to make you blush, knowing his manner of speech is a surefire way of making you flustered. Add in the way he holds your hands and caresses your cheek... It's an instant knockout. (And then there's Webtorre, who just straight up bites you.)

Ah, but we can't call this a Dottore post if we don't include the original, can we?

Dottore Prime is an old man. He may not necessarily look old, but he definitely is. He gets cranky and annoyed just as easily as the other segments, and when that happens, he just sort of. Steals you. He pulls you away from whatever you're doing so he can get his own block of quality time. Like Childe, Prime will just sort of bury his face in your tummy and stay there. You sometimes worry if he can breathe. He doesn't usually answer if you ask. He just makes a vague gesture with his hand. It's best to just let him do his thing.

#squak! [chatting]#little blue birds [anonymous]#genshin dottore #dottore x reader #il dottore #take flight! [character rambles]#as you can see i had fun with this one #genshin impact #dottore #fatui harbingers #genshin harbingers #harbingers x reader

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hanniejji · 2 years

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big brother!kazuha modern hcs

[ big brother!kazuha x little sibling!reader ]

notes: smol maple hcs while im at break from work and also projecting because i have a shit excuse for a brother | m.list

warnings: none

modern big brother kazuha deserves the best big brother award.

the moment you were born and he sets his eyes on you and your chubby cheeks for the first time, all he's ever talked about to his friends is you :'>

he routinely has instagram stories of you, photogenic pictures and videos of precious moments he has with you.

everyone already has a crush on him, but now seeing him be so coddling towards his little sibling made him more attractive than he already is who isn't attracted to a family person?

he's such an attentive big brother. always checks up on your crib, takes you out for some sunlight daily before he has to go to school, knows how to make your baby formula and how to put new diapers on you, never complains whenever he's put on baby duty—he's ecstatic, actually—knows everything there is to know about taking care of a baby.

he makes an album dedicated to pictures he takes of you! he has every single one printed and has little notes on some pages that tell about what happened on some of these pictures. the guy that developed/printed the pictures thought you were his kid once

buys little gifts for you every time he goes out with friends!

like if they're at an arcade, he will go ham on the claw machine just to get you this adorable cat stuffed toy :'>

he sees a baby outfit that he thought would look good on you? he's already halfway across the shop before his friends could even notice that he's gone far from their group.

speaking of friends, they're going to know about you way before you were even born.

he introduced them to you the moment you're out of the hospital! he lets them carry you (except for itto) and absolutely looks like the proudest brother while they compliment your adorableness.

family quality time and quality time with you are two different things.

he wants to build a close relationship with his only sibling, so naturally he has moments where he just wants to be with you. just two kaedeharas vibing. you're either sitting on his lap/beside him whilst he does his homework, taking you out on walks, or just chilling in the living room and doing whatever your baby self wanted to do.

because of this, kazuha was the first to see your eyes' color, vibrant crimson and the same as his. he has witnessed your first steps and it was you wanting to get closer to him and your first word which he thought was a baby babble that actually sounded like something (you were trying to say "zuha" but instead said "uwa").

THE BEST AT QUELLING YOUR CRYING SESH.

like you can spend hours crying, and then kazuha would pick you up in his arms, cooing, and almost immediately you'd quiet down. every time it happens, it just warms his heart knowing that you find comfort in his arms at such a young age.

also never shouts at you when he's upset at something you did. he doesn't want to use force or fear when teaching you things. instead, he'd gently explain why what you did is wrong and how to make up for it. punishments are just him looking at you disapprovingly, depriving you of his daily coddling, and putting you on timeout. he always emphasizes the importance of learning from your mistakes and he takes it seriously.

but despite this, he also teaches you the ways of being a discreet menace >:D

mama and papa kazuha can't help but sigh whenever the two of you do harmless pranks and band against them.

kazuha loves bringing you along with him to school festivities! if there's a school fair, he's walking around with you sat on his shoulders or in his arms there's no way he's letting you walk on your own in a place filled with unpredictable students

despite being the best brother, he also has his menace moments.

he teases you from time to time, like pulling something out of your reach before he hands it to you (also squishes your cheeks when you pout), does pranks on you (he feels bad but he still laughs even if you cry at one of his pranks, dw though, mama kazuha will pinch his earlobe for you), says the most complicated and hard to pronounce words to confuse you, and does those baby trends on tiktok on you just because he finds your reactions endearing and funny.

you bet your ass he posts those on tiktok and everyone who has a crush on him falls in love even more.

PROTECTIVE BROTHER KAZUHA IS SCARY.

let's say a certain oni looking bimbo, almost drops you. know that kazuha will be right behind him, a frightening smile on his face while demanding that itto gives you back in his arms. he glares at those type of people who sneers at the sight of children, before ushering you away from them. he has bandaids and sanitizers ready for when you hurt yourself, if you even have the chance to get hurt because he's so hyper aware of you that he catches you just before your knees meets the cobblestone pavement.

speaking of getting hurt, he hates it when you're sick.

hates to see you shivering from the cold, sweating and uncomfortable from the heat, whining from the headaches, loud coughs and sneezes, and the concerningly warm temperature of your skin.

he also hates how he has to go to school. he's restless and can't focus on his studies. sure, mama kazuha is a goddess when it comes to your and his health, but he just can't help but be worried.

the moment the bell rings, the end of another day in school, he quickly packs up his bag and ignores the calls from his friends. but before he goes home, he'll take a detour to the convenience store and buy you some snacks that you love and some medicine! then he goes home as quickly as he can and walks straight to your room to check on you.

he's already doting as it is, the two of you are inseparable when you're sick.

sings lullabies to help you sleep and does his homework beside your bed as you rest, recites his poetry to you, checks your temperature and asks how you're feeling every few hours, and just reassures you that everything will be fine. he makes it a little fun for you by watches videos on his phone while he cradles you or reads you a story book that you love.

when you're old enough to go to school, he makes it a part of his routine to walk you to and from school.

gives you a pep talk before you go inside your classroom, smiling proudly and nostalgic, before he turns on his heels to his own class.

he's just so fucking proud to be your brother and he would do everything to be a good brother to you :'>

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averyaddamsromance · 1 year

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Ok, Hunter in the pool was supposed to get your attention X_D sorry!

The last few days may have been somehow tough for our wyler community. Shippers and their ships could be the core of fandoms, and I am really sorry that in 2023 someone still doesn't get the lesson…anyway…

I decided to make a post sharing some of the fan-fictions which made the last 2 days brighter after knowing that Jenna Ortega is killing the romance in Wednesday- which I repeat, is not bad for Wyler since we couldn't get any romance in s2 anyway as you can read in my previous post. I just hope this is not going to affect the unresolved sexual tension between Tyler and Wednesday. I am curious to see if views won't drop without that. Because audience is fickle and untamable: dear Jenna, today they are clapping when you say "no romance" then in 2 years (when we will be even farther from the effects of covid 19 on people's emotional life) will start complaining about the lack of intensity in the series. For me, this is a challenge and I am curious to see who's right here.

We are forced to accept the decision to castrate Wednesday Addams, dark and sarcastic woman, yes, but still daughter of one of the most passionate couples (Morticia and Gomez Addams). How is possible that to prove women's independence and strength in 2023 we still have to castrate them? Did men do anything like this since the beginning of civilization? Wouldn't be great to affirm our sexuality together with indipendence and strenght? Is it so dangerous for a woman to get an orgasm thanks to a man, really?

Anyway, now back to fanfic:

ALL IT TOOK WAS YOUR SPARK by @wincestation

For me this is royal blood among the fan-fictions I read, latest chapter was out just a few hours before or after (don't remember) the interview Jenna did at The Tonight Show.

It's impossible to describe how much I love this fanfic- and how much I laugh when I read it. Wincestation has established herself as one of the best wylers writers already. She is building an AU and her Tyler and Wednesday can actually challenge in terms of quality the original characters of the series.

Wincestation, I am one of your cheerleaders.

YOU ARE STILL A TRAITOR by @suchaladyy

Another gem I read immediately after Jenna's interview and I loved the warm feeling left in my heart -I really needed it.

Suchalady is producing fanfictions at an impressive speed and her +18 explicit collections is for true connoisseurs. And I won't even bother to hide that after Jenna's attempt to castrate Wednesday I feel even more sadistic pleasure to read explicit +18 fanfictions where she is completely unleashed by Tyler -sorry Hunter, you find yourself in the middle of a war.

I AM TYLER, BY THE WAY by Kiranightshade @therulerofallpotatos

Gosh how I loved this piece! And I am seconding all the comments asking for the sequel! But I know that Kira is working on another more complex fanfic, so I patiently wait here.

+18 EXPLICIT that as I already said I am enjoying even more after Jenna's interview, as useless absolutely pointless personal vendetta.

BUT IT'S NOT REAL (AND YOU DON'T EXIST) by @the-strangest-person

WOW. I am new to Stranger Person'fanfic but this one hit me really hard.

There's some drama but I am pretty sure that if those poor screenwriters (Wednesday's ones) were allowed to write their own thing we would have gotten something similar.

ROUGH DAY by @realmermaid333

Realmermaid333 won't disappoint you, ever. I loved this explicit fanfic! It was fresh air, really hot but somehow sweet (Tyler can't disappoint you either) as only realmermaid can be.

THE WOES OF SELF DISCOVERY by SwedishlittleOwl @fandom-geek17

So damn hot, I started to read it and then I was like "noooooo it's not completeeee" I need others chapters! I am so curious to know what's gonna happen!

#wyler #weyler #wyler fanfiction #wyler fanfic #weyler fanfiction #weyler fanfic #wednesday fanfic #tyler galpin #wednesday and tyler #wednesday tyler #wednesday x tyler #tyler x wednesday #tyler wednesday #tyler and wednesday #team tyler #wednesday addams x tyler galpin #tyler galpin fanfic #tyler galpin smut #wednesday smut

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zombiedumbie · 7 months

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there really isn't a point, I just wanted to write about a band and put the reader as the drummer (because I'm addicted to drummers). It ended up becoming a slice of life without much purpose, I even thought about writing more, but I didn't feel like I could get anywhere. and I based it on some posts, mainly in @/attyattlaw's band au!! if you want to see: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.

5361 words.

slice of life, fluff, band au, pre-timeskip and occ law, complaining about one night stands, slightly zoro x reader, slightly friends to lovers (i'm a sucker for this) friends sleeping together, everyone is of legal age, suggestive language, there's no explict sexual content but it is mentioned a lot. mdni.

A thin layer of sweat covered your skin, glistening. You took a deep breath, tired but still pushing through, your limbs already sore from all the movement, but Law kept urging you not to stop, so you didn't stop.

It had been a few hours since you had been like this, and Law seemed just as exhilarated as you. His skilled and tattooed fingers worked their magic, while his mouth emitted the most beautiful sounds you had ever heard, and apparently, he had no intention of stopping anytime soon. Sweat drops traced the spaces between his muscles perfectly, distracting you a bit. He softly called your name, bringing your attention back.

You glanced at your jeans discarded in the corner, focusing solely on continuing.

But your arms felt like they were about to give in, your legs too seemed ready to give up, a burning sensation filled your muscles, but you needed to keep going, at least until the end of this song.

The clatter of the cymbals rang in your ears as that 3-minute segment - which felt like 20 - finally ended. You threw your head back, groaning, feeling like you were going to die from the heat. You had already ditched your jeans a while ago, only a long black tank top covered your body, the little breeze in the room flowed through the wide sides; you were still wearing it out of respect for the homeowner.

You had shared tiny hotel rooms with these guys enough times not to care about it.

Ikkaku handed you a cold bottle of water when he saw you struggling to catch your breath, leaning on the drum set and tilting your head down. "Come on, Law", Ikkaku said. "We've been here for hours! Y/N can't even breathe properly!"

"I..." panting. "Am..." panting. "Fine..." panting.

Law flashed his famous half-smile before responding to Ikkaku. "You're right, Y/N-ya can't even concentrate properly", he teased you while taking the strap holding his guitar from his shoulder, you groaned. "Y/N-ya, you should groan less, you sound like a dog that way", you responded with a middle finger, too dog-tired to even swear back at him. He laughed.

You crawled to the cool garage floor of Rosinante, pressing the cold water bottle against your neck. "What are you all looking at, bunch of losers?!" You asked Shachi and Penguin, who were standing beside your body, they seemed to have some clever comments in mind, but they gave up when they saw your angry look.

All of this because you were going to play at an event, the Grand Line, that weekend, in a not-so-nearby city.

Your guitarist, vocalist, and frontman seemed to be in some kind of frenzy, maybe a manic or perfectionist phase, you had no idea, but he had made all of you cram into the hot garage of his house and rehearse until the drumsticks broke or your fingertips bled.

It wasn't even one of those stupid competitions you used to participate in; he just wanted to look better than other bands, like Victoria Punk or Straw Hats. He wanted to make sure you all were in perfect sync, like a big heart beating at the right frequency to ensure that all parts of a body received blood in the right amount, quality, and at the right time.

And you accepted it, after all, it was Law. You two were like peas in a pod; you would do anything for him, just as he would do anything for you; so you always gave your best to make everything the way he wanted it, after all, that's how friendship worked, right?

Rosinante entered the garage, with his wide smile on his lips and his eyes almost closing. In his gloved hands, he held a tray of hot cookies, smoke rising from the small dough men. Bepo was the first to get up and walk to the door.

(...)

You were all at the train station near Law's house, some suitcases, guitar and bass cases scattered around you as you waited for Shachi and Penguin to arrive in their uncle's pickup truck, affectionately named Polar Tang, to take everything to that damn event.

You were sitting on one of the suitcases, talking to Ikkaku about these events and how you wished they would happen closer to your hometown. Law was sitting on a wooden bench, Bepo was napping beside him, using him as a pillow. The vocalist watched as you conversed.

"Look on the bright side", she commented. "At least there are more people to meet", Ikkaku grinned mischievously.

"As if anyone pays attention to the drummer", you replied, laughing as you put your cold hands in the jacket pockets.

Law found himself looking at you for a few moments, admiring how the smoke escaped from your mouth as you spoke, or the way you swayed on the suitcase, sitting on it as if it were a wheelchair.

"I mean, you're always up front, can easily be seen by everyone", you laughed. "I'm hidden behind drums, overshadowed by the rest of you", Ikkaku laughed at how dramatic you were.

It was late in the day, a layer of orange light covered your skin, indicating that those were the last rays of the sun on this particularly cold day. Law loved to see how your lashes were gently kissed by that light, almost appearing a bit transparent.

"It's not like you're invisible either", Ikkaku commented, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. "I mean, you have some people interested in you too, but I've never seen you interested in anyone", you wrinkled your nose.

"I don't like it", you shrugged. "I don't think those people really like me. It seems like everyone just wants a chance to say they fucked with someone from a band..." Ikkaku pouted. "Hey, but that's my opinion, not saying you guys are wrong for it."

You looked back as you laughed at your friend's reaction, saying that you didn't understand and things didn't work that way, and that you were making her feel bad for wanting to be with some people sometimes. Law was looking at you attentively, an indecipherable expression on his face, but it was too late to look away, so he just gave a nervous smile. You responded with a raised eyebrow before turning to calm Ikkaku and say that there was no problem in taking advantage of it.

The guitarist sighed, his cheeks red from being caught looking at you.

The thought seemed too ridiculous to him.

Law would never admit this - he wouldn't even let anyone see him like this - but you made him nervous. He never had any trouble getting any girl he wanted, after all, look at him, his perfectly messy hair, tanned tattooed skin, and golden piercings, not to mention the perfect body he always showed off in fishnet shirts or open jackets with nothing underneath.

But you... You were different, none of that seemed to matter when it came to attraction. He had never seen you interested in anyone, always looking at everyone as if they weren't worthy of your attention, wearing a look of boredom when someone tried something with you; it was a mystery to him.

A mystery he would like to unravel, perhaps out of curiosity - or even caprice.

Shachi and Penguin arrived minutes later with the yellow pickup truck, you insisted on sitting by the window in case you got nauseous, receiving complaints from Bepo because he also wanted to sit by the window, but when he was reminded that the back seat had another window, he stopped complaining, until Shachi reminded him that he had to sit in the middle.

Law made sure to sit next to you, flashing that goofy ass smile of his when he got into the car right after you. You rolled your eyes and put on your headphones. When the instruments and bags were secured in the back of the pickup and everyone was settled in the car, Shachi took the wheel of the Polar Tang.

At some point, you rolled your thumb over the plastic knob that controlled the volume of your headphones, lowering the music to hear what they were talking about. You immediately regretted it when you heard Penguin explaining something about balls; understanding immediately when you saw Law and Ikkaku's incredulous faces and Bepo's red cheeks.

As unpleasant as these situations could be, it was nice to travel with them. Bepo was always responsible for giving directions, but he could never sit in the front and always had to stay in the middle. Those were the moments when you all talked the most, after all, there was nothing else to do. You loved hearing Shachi and Penguin's stories about their uncle, a guy named Wolf, who was always building something new as if he were Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz, Law called him Mr. Junk.

You also sang together sometimes, which reminded Law why you weren't the vocalists of the band; but it was fun to share those moments. It was funny to see how they behaved in those roadside shops when you stopped to eat something, Shachi and Penguin liked to pretend not to speak the native language just to mess with the sellers, and you, Bepo, and Ikkaku sometimes joined in, inventing new languages or speaking your language poorly just to confuse them.

You woke up a few hours later, after drooling on your neck pillow. It was just past midnight, and you had the same feeling of waking up in the middle of the night to travel, but in this situation, you already were. The sound was somewhat muffled inside the car; it took you a while to understand what they were saying.

When you finally got out of the car, you stretched, raising your arms above your head, only for Penguin to start tickling you. While you laughed and tried to free yourself from your friend's hands, someone came out of the hotel door, speaking loudly and excitedly.

"Torao!" The sound of flip-flops and the nickname immediately made Law tense up, his muscles tensing. Luffy, the frontman of the Straw Hats, immediately hugged the guitarist, wrapping his arms around him. You marveled at how Luffy could always be so electric.

You all brought your bags inside while Shachi parked the car in the hotel parking lot, Luffy and some other members of his band were at the reception, talking to you as you checked in, Kid and his band were nowhere to be found, Nami, one of the Straw Hats' vocalists, told you.

You saw Zoro on the other side of the room, his green hair was unmistakable; he was the drummer, so you always had something to talk about. You were on your way to him when you heard your name being called.

"Y/N, the rooms here are pretty cheap", Ikkaku told you, getting your attention at the counter. "We can get a room just for us and leave those idiots to fend for themselves", she said with a smile. You accepted without thinking twice; sharing a room with four guys was a nightmare you still didn't feel prepared to go through again.

As soon as you sat on the comfortable sheets of the bed, you realized how tired you were and fell asleep almost immediately upon entering the room.

(...)

It's barely 8 in the morning, and Luffy is once again speaking loudly and being enthusiastic, this time at your room's door. He was knocking on the door of the next room, where the others were sleeping, telling them to come have breakfast and that Sanji had kicked the cook out to prepare the food for all of you.

You didn't bother changing your clothes, heading to the hotel cafeteria in your pajamas, accompanied by five others who made the same fashion choice. The Straw Hats were already there, just as excited as their frontman. You finally got to see the Victoria Punk band, all of them seeming to be hungover, still wearing the clothes from the day before.

Law didn't seem to be in a good mood either, but unlike them, he didn't grunt at anyone who passed by the table. Bepo was almost falling asleep in his chair, and you had to stroke your friend's white hair to wake him up when Sanji arrived at the table, serving dishes for all of you.

"For you lovely ladies, a special dish", the blonde said with a wink as he placed a plate for you and Ikkaku. It looked way too appetizing compared to the others' plates, which also seemed delicious. Law furrowed his brows and crossed his arms.

"Why are they getting special treatment?" Your guitarist asked.

"Mind your own business, Torao", Sanji replied without turning to him.

"Tsk", Law lowered his head, probably trying to hide his eyes behind his hat, which he wasn't wearing. "Stop hitting on my band members."

"Mind your own business, Law", it was your turn, along with Ikkaku, receiving an incredulous glare from Law.

"You guys are unbelievable..."

While eating and teasing Law for being jealous of not receiving any special treatment, you felt a pair of eyes on you. When you turned, you saw Zoro looking at you, with his usual scowl and crossed arms. You smiled at him, receiving a wave in response.

Law seemed to notice this, as when you turned back to continue eating, he was watching you with furrowed brows.

You returned to your rooms to get ready. You had to take the instruments to the Grand Line, set everything up, and then perform at night. The thought of spending the whole day in a pub made your head ache, but you were impressed when you saw the size of the place; the sound would resonate better there, so you wouldn't have to worry about the soundcheck bothering your ears.

Since it was only one stage for the three bands, you would be using the same drum set for practicality. You, Zoro, and Killer, the drummer of the Victoria Punk, were setting up the drums, trying to adjust them so that everyone could play comfortably. You watched Killer add more drums, props, and cymbals to the set, sitting at the end of the stage while taking a break before the soundcheck. You had the feeling of being watched.

Zoro approached with a can, tapping it lightly on your shoulder to get your attention. "Beer?" You accepted, taking the beer.

"What happened to Luffy?" You pointed to the man sitting depressed in the corner, holding his hat in his hands while looking at the door anxiously.

"He's waiting for his brothers; they said they'd be here to see him play", Roronoa explained, and you nodded, sipping your beer.

"And you guys, bums, not working?" Kid asked, and you rolled your eyes.

"You're not doing anything either, Gizao", you said with a smile, apparently enough to annoy the redhead.

Before Kid could say anything, a tattooed hand stopped on his shoulder. "Don't annoy Eustass-ya; he's nervous because he has to work twice as hard as us because he's lame", you and Zoro laughed when you saw him turn even redder than his hair, turning to curse Law, who only responded with a sly smile.

You continued talking to Zoro while watching Killer test the drums. At some point, you got up to test a quick segment to see if the drum set was well-suited for you. When it was Zoro's turn, you saw him do his usual move, putting a drumstick in his mouth to play one of the cymbals near his head.

You didn't exactly understand why, but you found it amazing to watch him do that.

"Y/N-ya", a voice pulled you from your thoughts. "Could you please help Bepo?" Law asked, arms crossed, looking a bit annoyed, but you didn't want to ask why. You went to help Bepo set up his timbales and some drums in the corner of the stage, leaving room for people with lighter instruments to move freely.

It didn't take long for the night to arrive. Everyone was in the dressing room, and you couldn't help but feel somewhat suffocated with so many people. Robin and Nami approached you at some point, calling Ikkaku to get ready together. At some point, Kid and Killer approached you all, resulting in a comical moment of the six of you exchanging shades of lipstick. You felt the same sensation of being watched again.

In a way, everything seemed like organized chaos. You saw Robin stepping back a bit to help Franky with his mohawk, which you were sure wasn't natural. Zoro was on the couch fixing Chopper's hair while Sanji did the same, adjusting Luffy's hair, who only stopped complaining that his brothers hadn't arrived yet when Sanji gave him food.

Bepo was chatting animatedly with Chopper, and it was funny to see the two of them talking since they were the youngest, so they seemed to identify with each other. You saw Shachi and Penguin posing in front of the mirror in front of Usopp, who was fixing his afro next to Brook, who was styling his hair. They were sharing the mirror with Jimbe, who was finishing a braid.

When you looked at Law, the feeling of being watched disappeared as soon as your guitarist averted his gaze. You walked over to him, sitting on a high stool in the corner, arms crossed and alone. He was watching you as you approached.

"Aren't you going to get ready?" You asked.

"I'm waiting for one of the mirrors to become available", you nodded, smiling. Automatically, your hand reached for your makeup kit, taking out a small eyeshadow palette, raising his eyebrows, already knowing what was coming.

He let you do his makeup without saying anything, but without moving an centimeter to help; you had to hold his chin to lift his face. It only got worse when you applied your lipstick, pulling the color beyond the corners of his lips.

"Are you nervous?" You asked, feeling his jaw tense under your fingers. With a gentle movement, you began applying red eyeshadow just below his eyes; he looked up to help.

"No", he replied promptly, but you felt him tense up even more.

Law wasn't exactly the easiest person to deal with; he always appeared relaxed, but beneath that, he was always tense, overthinking. And he still had that damn habit of looking at you as if he knew a secret of yours that you would never find out what it was, the smile that no matter how many times he gave it to you, it would always tease you.

He always seemed to be hiding something.

"Then you should relax those muscles a bit", you smiled and moved a bit closer to his face, now holding the eyeliner pencil. He shrugged.

You were too concerned about not poking your friend's eye with the pencil to notice his cheeks blushing more and more. Nami took a photo of you two in that position.

"That's mean, Nami", Robin said, laughing.

"I can't help it if these two idiots are so cute together," the redhead said, looking at the photo on her phone screen. "And besides, I might be able to sell this."

The Straw Hats were the first to be called, apparently following a random order; Luffy refused to go on stage until he was informed that his brothers had already arrived.

"Zoro!" You called him when he was about to enter the wrong door. "It's over there", you pointed while laughing; he grunted and looked away, cheeks red. "Good luck", you said after patting his shoulder and handing him an extra drumstick he had forgotten.

You watched them from the corner of the stage, behind the curtains, singing and dancing with Bepo and Ikkaku. Law was also there, but he didn't say anything, just nodding along.

You were up next, and the nerves barely managed to affect you because of the excitement. Despite Law being a bit manic about his rehearsals and perfection in these shows, you loved to perform. It was fun to see people react to the music you produced.

"Here come the aspiring Limp Bizkit", you heard Kid say, and all of you responded with middle fingers.

Shachi threw himself into his DJ booth, Ikkaku already had her bass in position, and Penguin stood next to her, adjusting his guitar and microphone. Bepo was timidly behind his drums, while Law posed in front of everyone, his leather jacket open to show his chest tattoo and the plumage on his neck.

"We are the Heart" Law said before starting the aggressive chords of the song, his voice intentionally lower and sexier.

Amidst the bright lights, you saw the line of people drooling over Law; you rolled your eyes as you began to play. A brief pause for Ikkaku's fast solo before Law started singing, with Penguin accompanying him on his rhythm guitar and background vocals. Bepo played his timbales more gently than you hit your drum kit; Shachi organized the melody and added an extra touch in his DJ booth, all of you in perfect harmony.

(...)

"Go ahead, Deftones", you said to Kid as you bumped into him while leaving the stage; it was their turn to perform.

"That's unfair", Shachi grumbled when you entered the dressing room; most of the Straw Hats members should now be scattered throughout the pub. "They went on right after we warmed up the audience."

"We also went on right after the Straw Hats", Bepo replied.

"But we're different!"

You collapsed on the couch to rest; your arms were burning from playing the drums so energetically. However, your peace didn't last long when you saw a small group of people enter the dressing room, all smiling and eager to chat with you.

You often felt sad for some people who entered the dressing room to really talk to you because they were fans. You had talked to many interesting people before, but they often got lost among those interested only in taking a piece of you as a trophy to show off to others.

You even considered talking to a cute guy who was looking at you, but that desire faded when you saw one of the girls practically rubbing her cleavage on Law's arm, and he responded with a smile before looking at you.

You got up from the couch as quickly as possible, suddenly feeling more uncomfortable than you should. You tried not to let it ruin your night, heading to the bar alone. You thought about inviting Bepo with you, but he seemed to be having fun talking to an equally shy girl.

You found Zoro at the bar, drinking with Nami and Jimbe. You decided to join them since there was nothing more interesting to do. You even danced with Nami and Chopper, sang some songs in the karaoke after the Victoria Punk show, but nothing could shake that strange feeling in your chest.

"Is something bothering you, Y/N-san?" You heard Sanji's voice as you sought fresh air outside. He was smoking, his hair was messy, and there were some lipstick stains on his neck and collar.

You thought for a moment before responding, deciding whether it was a good idea to tell him or not. "Kind of, Sanji", you replied, sighing. "But it's silly."

"If it bothers you, it's not silly", you had never heard him speak seriously for so long without hitting on you. "Come on, I don't mind listening."

"I'm not sure how to explain," you smiled, looking at the street. "There are some things someone does that bother me, but I don't feel like I can say anything, especially because it doesn't... make sense for me to complain."

Sanji raised an eyebrow, recognizing the slight blush on your cheeks.

"I could resolve this by talking, after all, this person is my best friend, but I don't feel like I have the right to complain."

"I see", he took a drag of his cigarette. "Maybe you're creating the problem yourself; if this person is truly your best friend, they'll listen to you."

You bit your lip, leaning forward as you thought. "You're right, Sanji-san", you replied. Law walked out of the bar, looking around until his eyes landed on you. Sanji saw him arrive and sighed.

"Relax, Y/N-san", Sanji smiled at you, placing his hand on your shoulder. "Not all the answers are within yourself. Don't keep everything bottled up", and then he left, passing by Law and Bepo without saying anything.

"Y/N-ya", Law sounded irritated. "Bepo and I are going back to the hotel", you raised your eyebrows, looking at Bepo. "Shall we?" Maybe he was asking if you wanted to go back with him, but it sounded like an order.

You had no preference between staying and going, so you just nodded. Law stared out the taxi window with a scowl, while Bepo laughed quietly and covered his cheeks with his hands. You were sitting between the two, just enjoying the music from the taxi's radio.

It didn't take long to reach the hotel; you entered your room without saying anything. Throughout the way, you had been thinking about what Sanji told you. Would it really be a good idea to talk to Law about this? Perhaps it would become too awkward, or it could end your friendship. However, given how he acted, maybe he didn't even care. Maybe that would be worse.

Your phone vibrated with a message from Ikkaku. She asked if you could, at least for that night, sleep in the boys' room; she didn't need to say more for you to understand. You didn't get irritated; it was the first time she could enjoy the hotel room for this purpose.

After brushing your teeth and changing your clothes, you left the room even before she arrived. You waited a bit before knocking on the door of the next room, sighing. The corridor that intersected yours was open, with a view of the garden, and the moonlight barely illuminated the flower bushes.

You walked over there; there was a wooden bench against the wall next to it, and you didn't hesitate to sit down, enjoying the silence and the cool breeze. Closing your eyes, you heard the sound of laughter and footsteps of people trying to be quiet; it must have been Ikkaku, and then silence again. It went on like this for a few minutes until you were startled by a voice.

"What are you doing here?" It was Law, the firm tone was unmistakable. You opened your eyes and gasped, startled.

"Ikkaku found some company for the night", you muttered, leaning your head against the wall, slowly regaining your composure and calming your heart. Law didn't bother to apologize.

"I think Penguin and Shachi did too", Law replied, crossing his arms in front of his body before leaning to rest his arm on the wall beside him. "Bepo is snoring in the room", you shrugged. "He got all giddy because of a girl he was talking to today."

"Oh, that girl was cute", you said, recalling their rosy cheeks. "It's surprising that you haven't found anyone either", you commented with a brief smile, looking at the open corridor ceiling; there was an acidic tone in your voice, again remembering what Sanji had said.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Come on, you know", you sighed. "All these groupies, eager to appreciate your finger skills", you chuckled softly, recalling the line of girls in front of the stage, screaming in the hope of getting some attention from the Heart's frontman.

"I won't lie; I have my charisma", he replied with a smile, looking away. This guy was damn hot, and he knew it; you couldn't blame him. "But I wasn't in the mood", you laughed again.

"Funny", he raised his eyebrows.

"And you?"

"Hmm?"

"I don't think I've ever seen you with someone, or even showing interest in anyone during our shows", your eyes shifted to him, your head tilting to the side as you watched your guitarist.

"I'm not interested in that."

"Not even the lettuce head?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Lettuce head?" You thought for a moment. "Roronoa?" He nodded slowly. "What about him?"

"I saw you talking; it looked like something was going on."

"Yeah, of course, definitely", you replied with irony and a touch of humor in your voice. "He was just giving me some tips not to break my drumsticks anymore; I've been hitting them in the wrong place accidentally", you turned your eyes back to the ceiling.

"And the suit guy?"

"Sanji?" You laughed at the nickname. "We were just talking about the show", you lied.

Law paused for a moment, sighing. He clutched his arm while biting his lip, summoning the courage to continue the conversation.

"Do you... like someone?" He asked, and you looked at him curiously. "Like... you never seem interested in anyone who approaches you... But I know you're not asexual or anything", you raised your eyebrows.

"What makes you think that?" A smile appeared on your lips.

"I've overheard you guys talking."

"Hmm, eavesdropping, Trafalgar?" You chuckled.

"It's kind of hard not to overhear when you guys are talking at 3 a.m. in the same room as me while I'm trying to sleep", yeah, that must have happened for sure. "But seriously. You never approach anyone, or let anyone get close."

"I don't know", you smiled, adjusting your posture. "I think I might like someone, yeah", you scratched your head, your smile slowly fading; perhaps this was your chance to talk about what was bothering you. "But I don't want something fleeting with him, you know? That's not my thing", you sighed. "And I think he's only interested in that, so I've lowered my expectations. I must have just a crush; I don't think I'm in love or anything like that", you murmured.

Law's golden eyes watched you with hope as you spoke, not all was lost after all. He even dared to think that maybe he was the person you liked, if that were the case, all he had to do was show that he was interested in more than sex... was he really?

The thought made him choke on the air, coughing aimlessly. He liked you, a lot, but he also liked his fleeting things, after all, sex didn't have to mean anything. At the end of the night, people would leave your room anyway, so he wouldn't have to worry about the pain of losing someone else if everything was short-lived. But if he thought like that, why was he going so far for you?

It wasn't like a prize that he would spend hours rehearsing with his band to win and then just put it on his shelf as if it were something shiny to look at. You were much more than something as fleeting as a night of sex, far more present than his week-long flings, and more solid than his relationships that lasted less than two months.

You were much more than this mystery he wanted to unravel; far more than anything his whim could provide.

Fuck.

"Are you okay?" You asked. "You look a bit pale. Nervous?" He swallowed hard.

"No, no", he caught his breath. "I was just thinking, that's all", you sighed before clutching the wooden bench.

"Careful, soon there'll be smoke coming out of your head", he laughed, and you did too, awkwardly. "Hey, Law. Is there space in your bed? I really want to sleep", he raised an eyebrow.

"What? Why in mine? Do you want to sleep with me?" Law asked, straightening up on his feet, and his question came out more defensively than he would have liked. You raised your eyebrows.

"You're the only one I see awake that I can ask", Law relaxed his expression, hoping the dark corridor hid his flushed cheeks.

You squeezed into Law's single bed, hugging your friend and intertwining your legs with his, fitting into the small space. He breathed hesitantly, as if afraid of doing it wrong. "Relax, idiot", you murmured against the fabric of his shirt. "It's not like it's the first time we've slept together, right?"

Then you fell asleep, but he didn't. Law made sure to feel every centimeter of your body against his, relishing your warmth as he tried to rearrange his thoughts, which was much more challenging with your breath against his skin.

He thought, thought some more, and then some more until morning came when you got up, saying you were going to get ready to go have breakfast. He kept thinking for a while as his bandmates moved around the room, changing clothes and brushing their teeth.

"Fuck", he grumbled; his cheeks were warm, his heart was beating faster, and there was a smile on his face. "I think I'm in love."

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bumblesimagines · 1 year

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❛ just friends don’t look at each other like that. ❜

❛ remember how we agreed not to catch feelings … ? ❜

- Ez

❛ just friends don’t look at each other like that. ❜

❛ remember how we agreed not to catch feelings … ? ❜

pronouns for y/n: any/gender neutral

"Remember how we agreed not to catch feelings…?"

You nearly winced at his words, fingers drumming against the wood of the bar. You forced out a hum of acknowledgement and nodded, urging him to continue despite the dread bubbling in your stomach. Your eyes flickered past the handsome Mayan to look at his brother but luckily, snores escaped the bearded man and a dribble of drool trickled down onto the seat. If Ez's words hadn't rooted you in your spot, you would've rushed over to snap a picture of him.

"Yeah, I remember." You cleared your throat, looking back at Ez. His soft eyes studied your face for a moment, obviously having picked up on your tone.

Licking his lips, Ez briefly glanced down at his beer bottle. "I, uh..."

"Spit it out, Reyes. You're making me nervous."

"Right." He breathily laughed, his boyish smile making heat erupt on your face. Ezekiel Reyes had many good qualities but his smile never failed to make you feel like a little kid talking to their crush.

The familiar rumble of motorcycles pulled his attention away from you and a small frown appeared on his face. He wordlessly turned back to you and nodded toward the backdoor, rising from the barstool when you nodded. Your shift was practically over anyway, you doubted Bishop would care.

"What's so important you can't tell me infront of your boys?" You asked, a hint of playfulness in your voice when you mentioned the other Mayans. Ez chuckled softly, pulling the door open for you and stepping out after you. When he didn't respond, your throat tightened, anxiously gnawing on your bottom lip. The fact he had brought up the agreement to never catch feelings only intensified the anxiety. Only Hank had noticed your ever-growing crush on the youngest Reyes but he'd sworn he wouldn't tell a soul.

"I promise it's nothing bad." Ez assured you, casting a glance over his shoulder during the short trek to his trailer. You forced another hum and eyed the trailer before following him inside.

His home had become increasingly familiar to you over the last few months. You'd find yourself visiting his trailer after late night shifts, exchanging stories over some beers before allowing the booze to do the acting. The mornings were often filled with light teasing about his tiny bed and complaining about hangovers. It'd only taken two flings before you had decided to set some ground rules, one of them being about feelings. After some turbulent relationships, you wanted to focus on everything but romance. And Ez- still mending the heart Gaby had broken- happily agreed.

But now, as you sat down on the couch, you wondered if the observant man had noticed something. If he had, you were certain he'd let you down easy.

"So, what is it, Reyes?" You asked and leaned back, propping your arm up and praying the fake coolness looked real.

Inhaling deeply, Ez leaned against the counter. "I wanted you to hear this from me, not Angel." His words made you grimace and he chuckled again upon seeing your face.

"Go on, then."

"I realized I haven't been completely honest with myself since we started sleeping together. I thought it would take for ever to let her go but once we started seeing each other I really grew to like you, (Y/N). Everything about you. I mean, shit... You deserve better than the clubhouse. I know the last thing you want to do is get involved with a Mayan but Angel mentioned some things and... just friends don’t look at each other like that."

"What exactly are you saying, Ez?" You asked breathlessly.

"I'm saying I'm in love with you."

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crypticcodexcreations · 9 months

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You know, usually, I keep my opinions to myself and the people I trust, but I'm annoyed and have been thinking about this since breakfast and all day so fuck it.

I've been writing for a long long time. For my entire living memory of you count the things I imagined without ever actually writing them down. And here's the problem I've encountered with writeblr. It's not one community, it's two, and they don't want anywhere near the same things.

I can't entirely speak for what the community I don't want to be a part of wants, but they're the people who just care about the numbers from the outside looking in. From my perspective, you see it with the people who talk a whole lot about supporting the community, it's not about the quality, it's about how many asks they send or how many people they've reblogged or whatever. And then whether they're actually well intentioned or if it's for attention, I don't know, they do things like see people complaining about not getting interaction and just go "well keep writing!" Or they send more asks.

And that's when they butt heads with the community I tend to vibe with. The community where it's not about how many of anything we get. It's about seeing a genuine interest in what we're doing. So when people say "man it's discouraging that no one seems to care what I post!" The other group at best goes "just keep writing!"

I'm gonna let you all in on a little secret. I used to write fanfic. Used to post it too. But I didn't stop writing it at the same time I stopped posting it. I stopped posting it when people stopped interacting with it. And then I kept writing it for myself. I just stopped putting in the effort to make it legible for other people when other people stopped interacting with it. I may as well not put in the effort of making others able to read something that's only for myself after all. I then shifted to oh my own original fiction because that's what made me happy.

And the obligatory asks section because I know someone will make this about asks somehow, I don't mind if someone has one WBW ask or STS ask that they want to send to multiple people if it's something that actually makes sense for my works or is broad enough you know? What gets my goat is when someone who's sent me asks before, who's been my mutual for months, sends me a copy paste ask introducing themselves to me. Like, yes, I know who you are. Because we've interacted before. I want to feel like a person, not another number in your follower count. Because here's the secret. I will always be writing. It's just about whether I share it or not. And if I were to decide fuck it, I would still share with the friends I've made here. Because I know they care. It's just a matter of whether I would put my heart and soul into making it available to a bigger audience or not. Because all the people who've screamed in my tags, come into my inbox to ask me things, and be social with me? I have them on Discord. There's no reason for me to bother putting it on Tumblr other than the fact that I love to share it. I'd like more people to enjoy what I write. I want to bring the emotions I write to more people. I want people who can connect to my stories to be able to. I don't want numbers. I want real connections. And if you don't connect with my stories? If they're not to your tastes? Then I don't mind you not sending me asks.

Long story short, I'm not a content creator. I don't care about the numbers. I'm a storyteller who wants to tell stories for the same reason ancient humans did. Connections.

#discourse maybe?#I dont know I just got frustrated #I'm tired of people missing the whole famn point

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deaddoveadventures · 27 days

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cont. from here with @windwithinmyveins

It took a fair bit of cunning to get to this point. Phase one involved finding an honest-to-goodness merchant who wouldn't just swipe all the loot before they got a chance. Phase two, well, that was convincing Gale to let her take a turn at cooking! If it weren't for the fact they were trudging up a mountain pass, and if his knees weren't complaining, she doubted it would have ever worked. But lo and behold, here they were, and she intended to make the best of it. Admittedly, she may have gone overboard with the beef, but finding buffalo meat of such quality at the edge of the world? That had to mean something! Combined with the sour red wine she 'borrowed' from the Zentarim, and her meticulously slow cooking, those meat chunks would shrink, sure, but they'd become so succulent and tender that— Abruptly, the precise sound of a knife cutting interrupted her thoughts. She half expected Gale to backtrack on his promise and mimic her actions, but to her relief, it was Curumë, deftly chopping the meat into the same-sized chunks she had prepared. Before she could thank him, though, he'd already thrown them into the pot, which hadn't even reached the perfect boiling point yet. If it were possible, she felt her heart plummet into her stomach. "...Beef stew," Ceres managed to say calmly, suppressing the urge to scream inside. She shifted the other ingredients aside carefully. "And since our Wizard doesn't bother with vegetables but can't do without his meat, I figured it was a good place to start." She neatly chopped some thyme and added it. "I've been jotting down what everyone likes or dislikes since joining the group. The ingredients are simple enough... but it needs three hours to cook, so if you're hungry... here," she gestured to a bowl of apple slices, each cut into the shape of a little bunny.

"Oh?" the half-elf cocked his head at the changeling, regarding her with a curious look in his eye. "What is it that I like and dislike then, hm?" Deciding not to passively await her answer, he chose another vegetable -- a bunch of carrots -- as his next victim instead. Blissfully unaware of Ceres' growing concerns with his cooking skills, he began chopping away at the orange roots.

"And what about our vampire friend?" he added, as death befell another unlucky carrot. "Shouldn't you keep the meat untouched, as raw and bloody as the hunt, for him?"

Swiftly the knife made its final cut, and Curumë nodded satisfied with himself and his work. Returning to the cooking pot, he snatched one of the apple bunnies the other had made for the rest of the camp.

"I mean, he'd surely prefer that over a pot of mushy beef stew. Or, perhaps…" The warlock's lips contorted into a sly smirk, as he towered over the smaller changeling. "You are his dessert? I mean I wouldn't blame you."

He shrugged, and in went the vegetables. "What do you want me to cut next?"

#char: curume #windwithinmyveins

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Cyrax

Cyrax is a sweetheart and pretty moderate with showing affection, Although he won't go father than a hug and a kiss. He tries to keep you at a distance with the lin kuei and his more personal business, but regardless of what happens he's still going to love you. And when he inevitably becomes a cyborg, loving you will never be reprogrammed out.

Cyrax prefers quality time than gifts, time being a precious thing, he would rather spend it with someone he cares about deeply. He enjoys conversation even if neither of you have to say much, the little things matter to cyrax and especially after becoming a cyborg

Cyrax would sacrifice a lot of things but for you especially, netherrealm would freeze over before he'd allow you to get hurt, much less suffer a fate similar to his.

Sektor

Sektor is a bit stiff with showing affection but the smallest gestures with him mean a lot. He's always been loyal to the lin kuei, not even you could change that. However he's softer on you than others, it may not seem like much, but it matters.

Like cyrax, quality time is his preferred way of showing affection, maybe even the only way. But to him time is even more precious, and spending it with you is his greatest gift.

Sektor may be conflicted when you get hurt, preferring that you could handle yourself. Perhaps even try to get you to eventually become a cyborg like himself so you both can work together and be of superior physical capability. But even if you refuse, sektor might actually fight his reprogramming for the first time if he's ever sent to harm you.

Kabal

Oh he will not shut up about you, kabal will brag about you and not afraid to get a little handsy in public. You do the same to him however is a different story and he'll get all flustered.

Kabal will give you any kind of expensive thing, mostly out of "societal expectation" of whats the best way to win your heart. But really he likes to just do things for you, hold your hand, even talk with you. Really kabal is kinda insecure of a dude (i mean his face literally got messed up bad) so he might try to overcompensate but once you reassure him, he's very sweet.

Kabal is dead serious if anyone threatens or harms his darling. They'll be dead before they even realize it, before you probably even register you were ever in danger in the first place.

Stryker

(Ok im gonna admit, he's my least fave mk character EVER but I'll try to write him good)

Stryker is a bit of a serious kinda guy so when it comes to relationships, he's gonna be a bit stiff with PDA but not so stiff you can't do something simple like hand holding and kissing. Private is a different story he's more lax but kinda traditional in the sense that, he's more likely to take the lead in certain romantic situations like opening the door for you or carrying you bridal style. Although he's not gonna complain too much if you insist on doing all that too.

The most you're gonna get in ways of gifts is flowers, maybe a cute bracelet he saw that he knew you'd like. Its not that he doesn't want to, he just thinks spending time with someone and doing things with them is more important than material. To Stryker, material things is just the icing on a cake, too much and its just a tub of frosting.

Stryker is absolutely not gonna let you get hurt on his watch. If you're not the fighting type or not fit to, he wants you out of harmful situations asap no questions asked. But if you can hold your own, he's still going to be a bit more protective than necessary bc he can't afford to lose you, Stryker doesn't believe he could ever emotionally recover from that.

Nightwolf

Oh he's such a gentleman with you, he's simple with public affection but in private he's very romantic and heartfelt. He takes the relationship seriously.

Any gift he gives you is gonna be handmade, from jewelry to food, its all made with love. But he shows his love in many ways equally mostly with relaxing in silence at night, star gazing with you is his favorite moment.

Hell hath no fury than nightwolf seeing you get hurt. The greater the injury, the greater the pain inflicted on whoever is unfortunate enough to get an axe to the head, And a spirit animal biting their guts out

Sindel

Sindel shows affection in that regal sort of way, nothing too intimate but probably more intimate than kitana would be comfortable with. Needless to say, sindel is gonna treat you good. Even when corrupted by dark magic she still is generous to you, of course by the twist of said magic she expects you to not mind being the "submissive" one in the relationship from time to time. She's a queen and expects to be treated as such either way.

Lavish, rare and expensive gifts are to be expected. Both received and delivered, but if you're with sindel your status should make it relatively easy for you to find something sindel would like. Sindel is a words of affirmation kind of woman, she loves to give praise and hear it back. Sindel loves to remind you how much she loves you, but she won't shy away from getting physical if her words alone aren't enough. Just a fair warning, sindel likes to "squeeze" a lot

It should be obvious that it's a bad idea to mess with sindel, let alone hurt her lover. Sindel isn't afraid to personally get her hands dirty to "make an example" out of someone. Fortunately you've learned to pack a few spare earplugs in such a case even if the poor victim is far away from you. Sindel's scream can carry sound even from far distances

Sheeva

Sheeva is sort of like goro when showing affection, but not as "show offey". Like she just appreciates your presence more than anything, but doesn't shy away from declaring her love.

Her gifts come in the form of armor, something to protect you, but also act as a show of love and devotion. Strong armor that won't break so easily. Sheeva also likes to "play wrestle" with you from time to time, take that as you will.

Sheeva would rather take someone who can defend themselves physically, however appreciates other forms of strength as well. But regardless, if you're hurt badly, sheeva is gonna skin alive whoever hurt you and wear them as a mini coat

Smoke/tomas vrbada

Tomas is a sweetheart and knows the danger of showing affection and others potentially using this knowledge for malicious purposes. Despite that he tries to get away with lowkey hand holding and kissing you in the shadows as much as possible.

Tomas is a kind of homemade gifts kind of guy. Whether that be origami or he makes you a homecooked meal, its from the heart. But he's very smooth yet humble about it. The only lavish gift he'll give is a beautiful wedding ring later down the relationship.

Despite the terrible fate he ends up having, no amount of reprogramming will remove his love for you. Fighting within an inch of his soul to keep you from harms way, even from himself. You'll always be able to snap him out of whatever evil thing the lin kuei did to reprogram his mind, body, and to a degree his soul.

Motaro

(So sorry motaro enjoyers this was the best gif i could find)

Everyone doesn't know whether or not to be shocked that someone was crazy enough to be in a relationship with motaro, or that motaro even has a relationship in the first place. But regardless, the Centaurian carries you around like royalty.

Don't expect much in the way of gifts, but motaro's love language is fighting or hunting alongside you. He might even show off a bit and prance around with pride if you're impressed.

Even if you suck at fighting, motaro may be highly annoyed trying to protect you all the time. But he will always make sure no one would even lay a finger on your head, at least while still intact and not crushed to death.

#mortal kombat cyrax #mortal kombat kabal #mortal kombat Stryker #mortal kombat nightwolf #mortal kombat sindel #mortal kombat sheeva #mortal kombat smoke #mortal kombat motaro #mortal kombat #xreader #x reader #im so sorry this took so long bc my brain literally crashed on smoke #i deadass forgot what his character was like and got so embarrassed i procrastinated for months #BUT I CAME BACK TO FINISH THIS

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Good Cop, Bad Cop

We have finally made it to part 4 of @karatekels ' request! It's on the longer side because I didn't want to break it into two parts, but I hope you like it, and I appreciate you submitting a request!

TW: Mentions of emotional and verbal abuse towards children, Neglectful Parent, Generational trauma, Arguing, Mild Violence, Smut, oral (female receiving), Confessions, Fluff, Mentions of Police Brutality, Kinks, Cindy Ryan isn't that bad actually sorta kinda, and you might feel a little more sympathy for Cash, man still can't communicate

Chapter 4: Confessions of a Bad Cop with Other Redeeming Qualities and a Kinky Little Minx

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Cash’s Pov

“Why is having sex with me so damn important to you now, you had so many chances, Cash. I gave you so many chances, you didn’t take any of them and now you decide after twelve years of acting like I don’t exist that I’m good enough for you now. I wasn’t good enough for you to return any one of my calls, I wasn’t good enough for you to ask to prom, you couldn’t even go to a movie with me without disappearing to make out in the lobby with Cindy Ryan and you complained every time we went shopping. Now you just want me to act like everything is okay and that I’m happy you’re finally choosing me now when you’re leaving next week. So, stop acting like you’re trying to make me happy or that you’re trying to make this special for me when we both know it’s never been about me, you don’t care about me. It’s always been about you, Cash. So, if forcing me to sleep with you is what it’s going to take for you to finally stop hurting me then that’s fine. Just get it over with already so I can go home, and you can go back to a happy life free of me” you snapped, turning around to storm back into the bedroom.

Cash let you pull him back into the bedroom, your outburst left his mind and heart feeling incredibly heavy. It was like he was sixteen again, the age where he didn’t know how to act around you anymore, the age where he realized he didn’t just have a crush on you, he was in love with you. He just never figured out how to tell you because you terrified him back then, you still did in a way. You always made him nervous, insecure even, and this prevented him from being as close to you as he wanted to be. He felt this overwhelming need to overcompensate by projecting a confident put together image of himself. He would come to realize that this personality quirk was due in part to what his father expected of him back then.

Cash was always the primary target of his dad’s alcohol induced tirades, he’d get home from school and be hit with an abundance of angry vitriol about his grades, how he was too sensitive, and how he needed to act like a man. Even long after his dad finally went to rehab and deserted their family, Cash carried those words and all the feelings involved with feeling unloved by someone who should love him unconditionally, with him. His dad had reached out to make amends a few times over the last decade apologizing for the things he said and did to him. Confessing that he did those things because his father did them to him and he didn’t realize he was projecting all his unresolved trauma onto to Cash. Until now Cash hadn’t realized he had subsequently done the same to you; he saw you through a lens of fear, rejection, and abandonment and now you saw him the same way.

“Y/N, slow down would you” Cash muttered as you impatiently tugged him towards the bed. You shot him another one of your intense glares as you moved to lay down on the bed. Cash wasn’t sure how he had convinced himself he’d be okay with doing this if you weren’t willing. He supposed he could’ve been more forthcoming with his intentions going forward from the beginning, you had assumed he was only looking to sleep with you. Given his history of casual flings he could see why you’d assume that, he truthfully only had casual flings because you still held his heart he wasn’t interested in giving any of them the level of love and care he gave you.

“No, I don’t want to drag out the inevitable, so make it quick Ewing” you snarled leaning back onto the unmade bed as you used your free hand to pull your dress up. Cash gently pushed your hand away before you pulled it up all the way, gently pulling it back down into place. You rolled your eyes at him, attempting to pull it back up. He wished he had realized you returned his feelings back then if he had you’d be married by now.

“Stop it Y/N, I don’t actually want it to happen this way, okay. I’m sorry I said I did. I didn’t mean it” he said softly, gently moving your hand away again and pulling the fabric back into place. You rolled your eyes at him again before scoffing.

“Oh, so you just said it for no reason then, right. Got it” you said sarcastically, still laying on your back as you glared up at him. Cash sighed looking down at you with soft eyes, feeling especially vulnerable in your presence for the first time since you were teenagers.

“No, I do have a reason, but it doesn’t excuse me implying I’d enjoy forcing myself on you. So please sit up, Butterfly.” he said reaching down to gently pull you up. You swatted his hand away but moved to sit up on the edge of the bed, Cash took the spot next to you sitting further away than he wanted to. He wasn’t sure if you understood that to his need to touch you and be close to you wasn’t always sexually motivated, he thought he was expressing his affection for you because that’s how he liked receiving affection.

“Why the hell did you say it then” you said dryly, Cash glanced over at you for a moment to see you staring down at the cuff on your wrist. He knew if he took it off you now he’d feel compelled to take you home to avoid having to explain things to you. He had avoided talking about his feelings for you for twelve years and in doing so he left you with the impression he didn’t actually care about you.

“Well, you were making digs at me and I’m not saying I didn’t deserve them. It’s just sometimes it takes me back to when my dad was around, as you know he was really mean when he drank. Yelling at me and criticizing me were his favorite hobbies, I couldn’t do anything right by him it didn’t matter what it was I did it wrong. I cried too much, my grades weren’t good enough, couldn’t accidently knock something over without being called something. So when you said that stuff as silly as being called a shit head is, it hurt” he admitted avoiding eye contact with you. You let out a soft sigh.

“I’m sorry, I know your dad didn’t treat you very well” you replied softly, Cash let out a sigh of his own ready to spill everything he could just for the sake of telling someone. You weren’t going to pick him now so he really had nothing to lose, he lost you a long time ago he just didn’t want to admit that it was his fault.

“You don’t have to apologize. You’re right. My communication skills are shit especially if you think that I don’t care about you or that I never cared about you. I love you, and I always have. You were my first crush and the first and only girl I’ve ever felt that way for. You’re the girl every other girl gets compared to. You were always my first choice. I was afraid to tell you because I never thought you returned that sentiment back then. You’ve never really been all that open about your feelings, you know. I never learned how to be open that way either, my dad never held, hugged or kissed me, never told me he loved me, he wouldn’t even let me hold his hand when I was a kid and he’d even yell at my mom if she tried to show my affection. He yelled at me when I cried, I was just afraid of getting that reaction from you even though I knew you would never do that, Y/N. When you decided to go to NYU, it crushed me it felt like you were abandoning me. I know I didn't tell you how I felt but I always tried to show you, I took care of you, didn't I. I always kept a sweater in my truck in case you got cold, remembered all your favorute things, hugged you when you were sad , and I thought that was enough at the time. I wanted to take you to prom, but I overheard Ben Lewis ask you right before I was going to. I made a sign and got you flower, you know, that’s what you saw me shoving in the trash. I didn’t ask Cindy she asked me the day before. Glad to know I’m not the only one who can’t tell when someone is into them unless they’re throwing themselves at you though” he said repressing a laugh at you still being jealous of Cindy and him, he was happy to see a blush sweep across your cheeks as you scowled at him. It gave him hope this wasn’t a total loss.

“Gee I wonder why I never thought you liked me Cash. Clearly guys that like you ghost for twelve years, they also ask you to see movies with them on Valentine’s Day then leave ten minutes in to make out in the lobby with another girl. Oh, and let’s not forget the kidnapping, I mean I could go on for hours about it really” you said sarcastically, Cash rolled his eyes and repressed another chuckle at the irony of the specific night you’re talking about. He had a very interesting conversation with Cindy Ryan a few days ago.

“I wasn’t talking about that, Butterfly. You know it also would’ve been nice of you to mention you had a boyfriend when you called me every day your first semester at NYU. You know I was planning to apply at the NYPD, I was going to give you the application as a Christmas present that year and then you showed up with a guy that looked like he stepped out of a GQ magazine. I fully planned on confessing to you that Christmas you know, I asked you to go ice skating at Frog Pond and to take a stroll with me down Acorn Street up in Boston. It was supposed to be just you and me the you invited him and Pete and Daisy took it as an invite too” he said roughly, you sneered at him.

Cash could sense you getting fired up again and he can’t help the way his heart flutters. He had never really gotten to see you be anything but sweet and friendly to him back then and seeing you freely express anger at him made him feel a little closer to you.

“You’re making it really hard not to call you names right now. You can’t even overhear correctly, Ben asked if I’d consider going with him to prom if YOU didn’t ask me, everyone knew I was waiting for you to ask me. You ALSO never said that was supposed be a date, we used to go ice skating at Frog Pond with Daisy and Pete every year. How was I supposed know you wanted it to be romantic, and Riley wasn’t even my boyfriend. He’s very happily married to his husband, the only person he was into that night was you. He went on and on about how hot he thought you were all the way into our sophomore year. You would know these things if you just asked a question” you said sarcastically

Cash felt his ears flare a bright shade of red at the confession. Riley talked his ear off that night and Cash assumed it was to annoy him, you and Riley were huddled in the corner giggling for most of the party at his mom’s house. You barely even talked to him that night.

“You guys were all over each other at my mom’s party, Y/N. Huddled up in the corner and giggling the whole night. You barely even talked to me that night ” he said pointedly, you scoffed and rolled your eyes at him. Yanking hard at the cuffs still attached to both of your wrists like you were trying to break them. Cash rolled his eyes before digging in his pocket for the key as he repressed a smile. He wasn’t sure how you hadn’t noticed he was just goading you, and you were taking the bait.

“Knock it off” he chastised you teasingly, as you nearly knock the key out of his hand. You glared daggers back at him. “Do you want them off or not. I wish I knew New York had turned you into such a stuck up brat before I brought you here” he said teasingly before unlocking the handcuffs, as soon as he gets them off you start swinging on him relentlessly. Cash can’t bring himself to block any of your slaps, scratches, or punches for a moment sensing that you desperately needed to get it out of your system.

Reader’s Pov

“You just accused me of being a liar and I’m the one who’s a stuck-up brat! Riley and I were talking about you, he was trying to help me figure out if you felt the same way I felt about you. We were playfully shoving each other, it’s not like we were making out. I wasn’t the one making out with Cindy Ryan in the fucking lobby when I was supposed to be seeing a movie with the girl you claimed to have been head over heels in love with, was I? You went to prom with her and everything! If you cared about me so much, why didn’t you know she picked on me relentlessly when we were growing up!” you shouted, hitting him wherever you could reach alternating between closed fists and open palmed slaps as you tried to pin him to the bed.

Cash is keen to let you wail on him for a while and you feel your heart flutter despite yourself. He did say he wanted to take care of you, you didn’t believe it in the moment but you found yourself believing it now. Cash shoves you off of him with ease, quickly wrapping his arms around yours to prevent you from doing any more damage to his pretty face. A slight satisfied looking smile tugs on your lips when you see all the welts and scratches you’ve managed to make in such short amount of time. Cash looked down at you with some amusement swirling in his eyes.

“You can put up quite a fight I’ll give you that, I really hope you feel better now. I know Cindy picked on you a lot. I ran into her just the other day and we got to talking about you and you’ll never believe what she told me, Butterfly” he said in a teasing tone, you growl at him for daring to mention her name again, before shooting one of your knees up into his gut, Cash lurched back with a pained grunt. You moved to shove him off you but he grabbed your wrists firmly before pinning them by your head and collapsing on you slightly to keep you from kicking him. You let out a breathless groan as he used a bit of his weight to pin you into place against the bed. You still feel an overwhelming amount of rage and jealousy coursing through you.

“I don’t really care to know what you talked about me for. She’s a bitch and you’re an asshole, you guys seem to be the perfect for each other really. Didn’t you lose your virginity to each other at prom?” you hissed struggling against him. You feel another wave of jealously overtake you at the thought of him being with your self-proclaimed archnemesis, and confusion at the fact that he really seems to see it as a non-issue. Cash gazes down at you with a fond looking smile, and you really wish you could slap it off his face because you can feel butterflies flutter in your stomach.

“No Y/N, I didn’t lose that until I moved to Cleveland. It wasn’t some amazing grand affair either, none of them meant anything to me, just wanted to practice for you. I wanted all my firsts to be with you, okay but I thought you moved on, I thought you were happy. I’ve always wanted you to be happy, Y/N. I promise I wasn’t happy without you I never moved on, I checked up on you every year to see if you broke up with that scumbag Jack you know” he said calmly, you stopped thrashing upon hearing his confession, looking deep in his eyes for a tell, you were surprised when you didn’t find one.

“I never wanted to be with Jack, I just didn’t want to be alone, I didn't want to be left again. He was horrible to me, you know and you weren’t there to help me. I needed you and you were just gone” you said feeling tears slowly fall from your eyes and the urge to beat him up leave your body. Cash let go of your wrists and let you out from underneath him, taking a sitting position right against the headboard. You craned your neck to look up at him suddenly missing the feel of him being pressed against you; Cash outstretched his arms before beckoning you to him with a finger.

“Come here Butterfly, come on it’s okay” he said in a soothing tone, you sniffled before rolling over so you could crawl over to him, hurling yourself into his arms as you clung tightly to his neck. Cash pulled you into a sitting position on his lap wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug, you let out a soft sob as you nuzzled your face into his neck. Cash ran his hands up and down your back in soothing circles whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

You’re not sure how long you stay like this but you know you never want the moment to end. Feeling whatever lasting anger you had towards him slowly dwindle with every loving word he whispers and every tender circle he draws. You haven’t felt this loved or this content in twelve years. You can now acknowledge that you had made him just as confused and afraid as he had made you. You both had a little bit of responsibility to take for the way things turned out. If you had plucked up the courage to let him know you cared about him regardless of whether he shared that sentiment, things would be different between you now. You can understand now that he interpreted you going to school as abandonment, his dad left without Cash ever really knowing he loved him. He was afraid of you rejecting him, afraid of you not loving him, and afraid of you judging him for having those feelings. You felt Cash tangle his fingers in your hair.

“Can you look at me for a second, Butterfly” he whispered hoarsely, you pull back to see his face just as tear stained as yours is. You haven’t really seen him cry since you were kids, those nights when he crawled through your window weeping after a verbal lashing from his father seemed so far away. You had missed the days when you guys weren’t afraid to be vulnerable and comfort each other this way.

“I’m so sorry I left, I never did it with the intention of hurting you. I’m sorry, I didn’t know about some of the things Jack was doing to you if I had I would’ve put a stop to it faster than I did. Pete told me about that Christmas three years ago when he walked in on Jack hitting you” Cash said calmly, you furrowed your brows at him in confusion at him for a moment.

“What do you mean you put a stop to it, Cash?” you asked, though you were pretty sure you already knew the answer you had seen Jack come home looking pretty mangled on two different occasions. He never told you what happened but the first time had been on some ‘work’ trip, which was really code for a trip with his mistress and the second was when he showed up at your apartment to pick up the rest of his things

“I think you know already, but I sought him out and talked some sense into him on his little work trip to Cleveland during New Years that year. I caught him on a parking violation then I was able to hit him with resisting arrest so I could use a little force” Cash said in a dark eerie sounding way that makes you feel hot all over. If you had known he fought in your honor you would’ve jumped him that first day on the beach without a second thought. You still loved him despite all those things that happened between you. You don't think you ever stopped loving him and that was why you were so angry and afraid.

“He apparently didn’t get the message the first time, as you know. I’m sorry he framed it as him leaving you for his mistress, I wish he had told you a cop beat him to a pulp twice. It would’ve made getting suspended sting a little less, you know. I wanted to reach back out it just never felt like the right time. And then Pete told me you were going to be in the wedding and I knew I had to at least try and give us a second chance. When you tried to run off, I panicked, I'm sorry about doing all this, Butterfly. I over rracted. I’m never going to let anyone hurt you again, Y/N. I’m never going to leave again, I promise. We can get married and travel like you always wanted to” he said softly. You gave him a teary smile.

“You know if you had started with, ‘I beat your abusive cheating ex-boyfriend to a half to death twice because of my undying love for you, let’s get married’,at the beach I would’ve said yes. You’re bad at planning, can’t communicate, and have no observational skills. You’re a bad cop, Cash” you chuckled, Cash rolled his eyes playfully repressing a chuckle of his own.

“I’m not a bad cop, way to ruin the moment, Butterfly” he replied softly, you bit your lip slightly as you look at him, running your hands up his chest. Cash trailed one hand to grip your thigh possessively as he gazed back at you with dark lust filled eyes and you feel your clit throb eagerly at the action. You feel nervous butterflies in your stomach, you'd been dreaming about this moment for years. It was a little rocking getting to this point, but you were glad you did because you felt closer to Cash than you had ever been. You loved him, and he loved you too. You've already seen each others faults and flaws and yet still craved each other despite.

“Well, you are not a very good one, my love but that’s okay you have other redeeming qualities” you purred, moving a teasing hand up his shirt. Cash let out a deep growl before crashing his lips onto yours, capturing you in a passionate kiss. You moaned against his mouth before parting for air, as you quickly move to unbutton his shirt pushing it hurriedly off his broad shoulders. Neither of you appeared to be thinking, it was like you were on autopilot and just instinctivly knew what the other needed. You felt Cash place hot, opened mouth kisses down your neck, moving his hand further up your thigh under the hem of your dress. You feel your heart rate pick up at fact that you were finally doing this.

“Can you take this off for me, baby” he said huskily motioning to your dress, your cheeks flush a dark shade of red as you slowly take it off for him throwing it off to your side. He made a pleased sound as he aimlessly ran his hands over your skin. Placing hot kisses on your exposed cleavage, you quickly unhook your bra, throwing it off to the side. Cash let out a soft groan as his eyes racked hungrily over your chest for a moment. You loved the way he looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes on. Cash closed his mouth around one of your nipples, sucking on it as he gazed up into your eyes. You gaze back at him, blushing before running your fingers through his soft gray hair, Cash let out a content sounding sigh at the feel of you running your fingers through his hair. Cash bites down on your nipple causing you to let out a shriek and moan as you throw your head back . Cash never takes his eyes off your face, feeling particularly prideful that you rewarded him with such pretty noises. You shudder against him against him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck in an attempt to keep him from pulling away. Cash chuckles against you. He wanted to stay there as much as you wanted him to.

“I just want to move you baby . I love seeing you like this for me ” he crooned running a hand through your hair affectionately as he smiled at you , you pout slightly but let him pull away from you. Cash lifted you off his lap placing you gently next to him on the bed, moving further down the bed to admire your perfect body from a far.

“You’re wearing more clothes than me, that’s not fair” you said innocently batting your eyes at him, Cash chuckled rolling his eyes at you, your bratty side was really growing on him.

“I didn’t know you were so impatient. I really wanted to take me time with you this round” he said letting out an exaggerated sigh as he moved to stand from the bed. Loving the way you bite down on your lip as you scoot to the edge of the bed in front of him, reaching to undo his belt for him. This was everything he had ever dreamed of, seeing you return his affection without hesitation made his heart flutter.

“Um, I’ve been patiently waiting for you to come to your senses for fourteen years, Cashton Ewing,” you said sharply, as you finished unzipping his pants, tugging them down his waist shamelessly. Cash bit back a moan as he gazed down at you, loving that you wanted him as badly as he wanted you. “And I’m not sure if I’ve fully forgiven you for ditching me at the movies for Cindy. So, you’re really going to have to prove you can be a good boy for me. Then maybe I’ll consider being a good girl for you ” you said teasingly, Cash let out a low growl staring at you with eyes filled with lust and love.

“Will you lay down for me, pretty girl” he finally breathed out he really didn't mind doting on you. He wanted you any way he could get you after all. You had him in the palm of your hand. He rolled his eyes lovingly as he watched you pretend to ponder his request for a moment, playfully placing a finger under your chin. Cash gave you the biggest pair of puppy eyes he could muster.

“I suppose I will” you quipped, turning to lay your head on a pillow looking up at him expectantly. Cash chuckled softly dragging a hand up one of your legs delicately, stopping right where your panties lay on your hip. You let out an impatient whine you were soaked already and need him inside you desperately, Cash smirks at you before finally hooking a finger under the waistband and tugging your panties off in one quick motion. You shiver in excitement and anticipation at the display of dominance and immediately spreading your legs in submission for him the minute he lowers himself onto the end of the bed. You reach out towards him needily batting your eyes at him, Cash flashes you a sweet smile as he felt his heart flutter and his cock twitch againt his thigh, he quickly moved to capture you in another brief passionate kiss. Leaning back on his knees to gaze down at your body fully. You really were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

“I just knew you had a pretty pussy” he moaned running a long finger over your wet slit, appreciating how you flush at the compliment and let out a whine at the contact bucking your hips up eagerly. “Can I finish you off now?” he crooned feeling his cock twitch again.

“Yes, Cash. Please finish me off” you cried softly; Cash made a deep pleased sounding rumble from his chest. Coating his fingers with your juices before rubbing your swollen clit in slow circles with his thumb. You moan loudly, arching your back, as Cash lets a finger dip inside you. Cash let out a moan, you were so tight, so wet, and all his.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, Butterfly” he groaned adding another finger and angling them up to hit your G-spot as he pumped them in and out at a steady pace. You were so reponsive to everything he did. Your eyes roll into your head feeling a pleasure you didn’t know your body was capable of. Jack never made you feel like this, he could never bring you to climax. And Cash had gotten you so close in mere minutes You let out a needy whine when Cash withdraws his fingers from inside you for a moment. Your eyes fly open to look at him. Cash stares at you with dark eyes adoring that you craved him as much as he craved you.

“I just want to taste you, baby, hold on” he said sweetly, rubbing your leg reassuringly before adjusting the pillows behind your head. “Don’t close your eyes, Butterfly. I want you to look at me while I make this pretty cum, hm” he purred, lowering his head between your legs. Taking in your pretty flushed heat with hungry eyes.

“Okay” you cry out breathlessly, Cash places a tender kiss on your thigh before letting his tongue make a few teasing passes against your bud, you tasted like heaven and he regreted not being the first to have you. He watches you try to grind against his mouth for more friction desperately needing him to put you over the edge. Cash throws his long arm across your stomach, pining your hips in place. He needed to savor this moment, wished he could film it really but he wasn't sure you'd be open to that.

“I’m just savoring you, my love; you taste so good. Be patient” he whispers teasingly, you narrow your eyes at him. Cash chuckles before finally slipping his fingers back inside of you loving how your walls flutter around them he couldn’t wait to feel you on his cock. He steadily increased the pace of his strokes wanting to hear all the pretty sounds you made leave your lips, he finally latches onto your clit eating you out rapidly. You cry out with your hands clutching the sheets in your fists, trying to keep your eyes from rolling into your head again. Cash moans against you, removing his fingers so he can thrust his tongue into your wet heat. You move a hand to grip his hair, trying to bring him as close as you can as you let out a string of depraved sounding moans and cries. Cash lifts his head up so he can speak to you, shoving and angling his fingers back inside your tight pussy.

“I know you’re close, Butterfly, cum for me” he said, putting his mouth back on your clit and letting up a bit on your stomach so you can grind into him loving every pass you make. Staring into each other’s souls, you let out a shriek of pleasure as you feel your walls clenching around his fingers. Cash maintains eye contact with as he sucks your juices off his them. You groan at the action, feeling exceptionally filthy at how sexy you found it. “Can I have a kiss, baby?” he asked softly moving to hover over you with big eyes, you giggle breathlessly reaching up to cup his face.

“Of course, you can” you said dreamily, Cash smiles at you before capturing you in a sweet kiss, you could tast yourself on him. He pulls away and strokes your hair affectionately, resting his forehead against yours.

“Can I make you mine now, Butterfly” he whispered, you nodded in reply trailing your hand down his sculpted chest. Cash gives you one last kiss before standing up to remove the last thing separating the two of you, something about feels oddly poetic. You perk up moving to kneel at the edge of the bed, your whole body is quivering in equal amounts of need, want, and anticipation. Cash maintains your gaze for a moment before gently bringing your hand to his waistband.

“Do you want to do it; do you want to be my good girl, Y/N” he coos, you nod frantically practically tearing them off him. Cash chuckles darkly thinking of every filthy thing he'dget you to do for him eventually loving the way you take his cock in with pretty wide eyes. You admire him for a long moment feeling your mouth go dry,the feel of him definitely didn’t do him justice, he’s huge both in size and girth, you desperately wanted to lick the precum off of it. You begin to wonder if it’ll even fit inside of you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle” he assures you, leaning down to kiss the top of your head.

“I don’t want you to be gentle. I’m not that delicate” you said confidently, hoping maybe you’ll believe yourself. You know Cash sees right through this as he leans down to whisper in your ear. He didn't want to hurt you too bad, he still saw you as his frail little butterfly. Even though he very much wanted to fuck you as hard as he could.

“We’ll start slowing and see how you feel. You nodded to my question before, but I need to hear say it, Butterfly. So, I’ll ask you again, do you want to be my good girl” he repeats seductively, laying hot kisses on your neck and shoulders. You suck in a sharp breath as you shudder against him, feeling your walls slick with your arousal again.

“I want to be your good girl, Cash. Please make me yours” you moan out, Cash growls in approval giving you a firm but gentle shove onto the bed. Grabbing the underside of your knees he pulls you swiftly to the edge. You raise your hips as high as you can in an attempt to meet his waist.

“Why are you so damn tall” you breathed impatiently, Cash chuckled under his breath, pushing your hips back down. He placed one of his knees beside you on the bed. Staring at you like you were a piece of prey.

“Legs up, baby” he commanded gently, you bring your knees up to your chest almost instantly. Cash bites his lip at the act of submission before angling your legs a specific way. He gazes at you with dark, mischievous eyes. You raise your eyebrow at him slightly, but don’t say anything, Cash seems to be able to read your mind and answers your unasked question. “The butterfly position for my beautiful Butterfly “ he crooned, you flush a bright shade of pink as he positions himself at your entrance, making a few passes on your wet slit, coating his large cock with your juices before pushing the tip inside you. You unintentionally tense up beneath him, Cash moves to run his hands in soothing motions on your hips, and you relax almost instantly as he rests his forehead on yours.

“I love you, go ahead and stretch me out I can take it” you whispered, Cash stares at you with loving eyes before thrusting into you slowly; pausing every so often to let you adjust. You let out a soft cry when you feel him bottom out inside of you, you feel so full, and you wonder how you stretched so perfectly for him. Cash peppers your face with kisses as he whispers sweet nothings and words of encouragement.

“Good job, you’re such a good girl” he praises you; you blush, looking at him sheepishly rocking your hips in small circles. Cash chuckles knowing that he's found a kink of yours so quickly “oh you like praise, I’ll praise you forever, Butterfly” he croons pulling out before thrusting in you again slowly wanting to feel every fold of your insides. You moan as he sets a slow pace. You dig your nails into his shoulders. He hisses in pleasure at you, marking him as yours before leaning down to mark you as his as well, leaving as many lovebites as he can. Loving how you mirror his actions.

“Oh Cash” you sigh softly, Cash lifts your hips off the bed with one hand slightly to hit you at a different angle before pinching one of your nipples roughly. You let out a string of cries and moans as he gradually increases his pace.

“Oh, Y/N you feel so good. This pretty little pussy was made for me, right” he grunts.

“Oh, yes made for you. Fuck, please fuck me harder, Cash. You feel so good inside me” you cry out dazed, feeling your second orgasm quickly approaching, Cash growls gripping both of your hips so hard, you were sure you’d have bruises but can’t bring yourself to care. Cash accepts your request pounding into you as hard as he can, until the only sounds filling the rooms are your shared filthy cries of pleasure and the slapping of skin on skin.

“Does my good girl want to cum again for me” Cash grunts, as his thrusts grow more erratic. You were so perfect for him.

“Yes, Cash please, please i want to cum on your cock” you beg, Cash growls rubbing your swollen clit frantically. Continuing relentlessly pounding into you, you dig your nails so deep into his arms you’re certain you draw blood. Cash is too wrapped up in you to notice as he looks deeply into your eyes. You stare back at him.

“Cum all of this cock, Y/N and I’ll fill you up. I’m yours. Only yours” he pants out, you shriek until your voice is hoarse as your second orgasm comes crashing in on you. Cash shudders above you, letting out an animalistic grunt and repeated cries of your name as he spills his load deep inside you. You reach out to him, Cash doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you, lifting you up and pulling you into his chest. He doesn’t pull out as he sits down where he just scooped you up from you both cling to each other, trying to catch your breath, nuzzling your faces in the other’s neck, placing kisses on each other, and stroking the other’s hair. Mirroring each other like you were in perfect synchronicity, in sync. You let out a content, tired sigh against him and you feel Cash’s chuckle rumble through out your whole body.

“You need a nap already, Butterfly, you slept for fourteen hours” You could hear the amusement in his voice and turn your head to look up at him with a dreamy smile.

“No, I’m weak, I haven’t eaten anything yet, remember. Feed me, then I’ll cuff you to the bed and we can go another round” you said playfully, Cash narrowed his eyes playfully at you before finally pulling out of you, setting you gently on the bed. You watch him lazily pull his pants back on before picking up his shirt.

“Come here, Butterfly” he cooed beckoning you to him with a finger, you scoot to the edge of the bed because your legs feel like spaghetti noodles. Cash chuckles softly dressing you up in his shirt and loosely buttoning a few buttons, you giggle at how gigantic it looks on you, before reaching up to him with a sweet smile.

“Carry me please, Cashy” you say sweetly, Cash happily scoops you up and carries you out of the room and down the hallway.

“Wait, what did Cindy say” you ask narrowing your eyes at him playfully. Cash chuckled placing a quick kiss on your cheek as he made it to the top of the stairs.

“Oh, so now you wanna know, huh” he said with an amused glint in his eyes as he carries you down the stairs gently. You giggle raising your eyebrows at him expectantly.

“Yeah I really wanna know, you were a good boy and all but I need all the info so I can fully move past this misstep of yours. Tell me about your mistress Officer Ewing” you said teasingly, Cash rolled his eyes at you setting you on a stool at the kitchen island before heading towards the fridge.

“I was never even into her that way. You’ve been the only girl occupying my thoughts and dreams since I was seven, Butterfly. You seem to be under the impression that you and Cindy were both vying for my affections, but the truth is Cindy and I were both vying for your affections” Cash said smugly, you furrowed you eyebrows together.

“Huh” you said, looking at him in disbelief. Cash let out a deep chuckle.

“That day at the movies, I only left to go to the bathroom and get you Twizzlers from the concession stand. You said you didn’t want any but I knew you did, anyway, the line was insanely long it was Valentines Day after all. I was just waiting patiently when Cindy popped up out nowhere and asked if she could give money for what she wanted because she didn’t want to wait in line. I said sure just to be nice and then she started talking my ear off for like fifteen minutes straight. We bought our stuff and I told her I had to go because you waiting for me but she wouldn’t let me leave, she just kept talking and then out of nowhere she threw herself at me. I didn’t even kiss her back, Y/N and it wasn’t very long. She stopped pretty quickly but I guess that because she got what she wanted, you ran out. And then Cindy just left like nothing happened, I was so confused but went back in to be with you, I may have also been planning to kiss you that night but that doesn’t matter now. I just thought you went to bathroom but after twenty minutes I got worried and went back to the lobby to find you asked some girl to see if you were in the bathroom, you weren’t. I went looking for you everywhere you know, Butterfly that’s the only reason it took me that long to get home” he said placing a reassuring kiss on your cheek.

“Awww, you were going to kiss me. I’m sorry I left, so you’re saying Cindy did all that because she was jealous” you cooed blushing, you guess you really were just as oblivious as he was.

“I forgive you, and yeah, she told me all about this when I ran into her and her girlfriend the other day. She didn’t realize why she hated how much time you and I spent together you know, she knew she liked getting your attention and picking on you but she hadn’t realized it was because she was attracted to you. Until she kissed me to make you mad and she figured out she didn’t enjoy it like she thought she would and she felt really bad when you ran out crying. After she figured that out she did everything in her power to keep us apart. You’re just that irresistible, Y/N” he crooned with a smug smile, setting a sandwich in front of you. You gave him an apologetic look and puppy dog eyes.

“I’m sorry for holding that over your head, but again…” you said pointedly. Cash rolled his eyes before taking a seat next to you.

“Communication is your friend, yeah, I got it, now eat your sandwich. And no, I won’t share you anyone else, man or woman, so don’t even ask” he said with a smirk. You rolled your eyes playfully giving him a slight smirk.

“That’s okay, clearly, I don’t like sharing either, Cash. It’s like I talk but it goes in one ear and out the other. My only request is that we at least have sex once in my bedroom at my mom’s house. I think it’ll be really kinky if you defile me in the first place I ever had an orgasm while thinking of you” you said nonchalantly, taking another bite of your sandwich glancing at him for a moment, Cash looked at you dumbfounded.

“While your mom’s there” he asked in a hushed tone looking at you with wide eyes and rosy cheeks. You gave him a smug smirk and wiggled your eyebrows at him.

“Yes, we can play your little game from earlier and everything. Although, I think she’d really be into hearing us actually, you should see the nightie she put in my duffle bag” you said coyly, a wide grin spread it’s way onto Cash’s face as he looked at you.

“I’m beginning to think you liked me kidnapping you more than you let on, Butterfly. You’re a kinky little minx, I didn’t think it was possible for me to love you more than I already did.” he crooned, pulling you into a sweet kiss.

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#thomas ian griffith #smut #cash x reader #black friday 2007 #the kidnapping 2007

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