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Peanut Butter and Extra Jelly [T.H]

Summary: Tom’s long time crush on you becomes painful when you and Harrison are cast as love interests in a movie.

Paring: Tom Holland x Actress!Reader

Word Count: 5.8k

Warning: Suggestive themes, fake smut (very light), jealousy, probably some typos, swearing

a/n: i have no idea how filming a movie, or auditioning for one actually goes so don’t crucify me for this. i’m pretty happy with how this turned out, especially considering that this is the most i’ve ever written for a fic. also, Burt Kreisher is one of my fav comedians in real life, he has 3 shows on neflix and a mini series.

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Tom was not a jealous person. At least, that's what he always told himself. He prided himself in thinking he was a very level headed individual who didn’t let his emotions get the best of him. That worked best for his job anyways; always being able to control his emotions and not get in his own head. That simple, pacifistic mindset seemed to change when it came to you.

You were one of the many actors Tom got the pleasure to help hone their technique and work closely with. You were new to the lifestyle of Hollywood and the only roles you had before were in small indie films that never garnered too much attention. The first major role that you landed, which also happened to help kickstart your career, was in the MCU. You played the secondary villain in the third Spider-man movie.

Meeting the cast was a dream come true; they were all extremely helpful and they provided tons of tips and tricks in navigating the hectic schedule required for such a huge production. By the time filming wrapped up, you were considered part of their little Spider-man family.

Tom was easily the most helpful. Whenever he saw you struggling with anything, he offered to help. You two spent hours upon hours together in his trailer, ordering take out and practicing lines. Some nights you two planned to work through your script, but inevitably ended up falling asleep binge watching The Office, and laughing about crazy shit that happened on set that day.

When the movie wrapped up and you went home for a month before the press tour, you were completely unsure and nervous about what direction your career was going in. You auditioned for a few new movies, but had yet to hear from any of the directors about casting decisions. You kept in touch Tom during the month you were apart and expressed your concerns.

“I don’t know, Tom. I’m just so sick of waiting around and hoping that some director out there throws me a bone, ya know’?” You said on facetime, while making cookies.

“Yeah, I totally understand that, (Y/N/N). I had that issue a couple years ago before the Marvel movies. Trust me, you did outstanding in that role and once it gets noticed I’m positive you’ll have directors calling you, begging for you to audition.” Tom smiled warmly into the camera as he walked around his apartment in London.

“Yeah, easy for you to say, movie-star.” You giggled, turning your face away from the camera in hopes that Tom wouldn’t notice the blush his compliments painted onto your cheeks

“I’m serious! You were outstanding! Like in that one scene where you—”

“Tom! Tessa chewed a hole in my trousers again!” A voice came from outside of the frame, “Mate, you gotta get her to stop doing that somehow.”

Tom sighed, and waved his hand dismissively at the figure, “Okay, sure. I’m busy right now.” Tom looked back to the camera, “anyways, as I was saying, don’t stress about not having a new project yet, (Y/N)—”

“(Y/N)?” The other voice whisper-yelled. “Let me say hi!”, suddenly the phone was yanked out of Tom's hands and the video shook around a bit as Tom wrestled to get it back. Finally, the camera stilled and Harrison was on the other end smiling. “Hi, (Y/N)!”

“Oh, hi Harrison!” You smiled back, laughing. You'd met Harrison a few times when he visited Tom on set. “How are you?”

The camera started moving around more as the background behind Harrsion whizzed past. You assumed Tom must’ve been chasing him to get the phone back.

“I’m good! I just auditioned for a new movie. You should audition too! The main female lead’s description looks just like you.” He exclaimed, running past the kitchen to his room.

“Oi! Give me my phone back you div!” You heard Tom yelling in the background, no doubt in hot pursuit of Harrison.

“I don’t know, I'm not sure I’m prepared for a lead role.” You sighed, “What’s the movie called? I’ll look into it.”

“It’s called ‘Collateral Damage’, it’s a spy movie.” Harrison said, shutting the door to his room, while Tom pounded on it from the other side. “Yeah, it’d be really fun working with you. Tom constantly talks about how much fun you are on set.” Harrison wheezed out, trying to catch his breath.

“Aw, that’s sweet of him.” You laughed. “Well I’ve got to go. Just tell Tom he can call me tomorrow or something.” You waved at the camera. “Bye!”

“Yup, bye.” Harrison said right before the video cut out.

Harrison finally opened the door to a seething Tom. Tom grabbed the phone back from Harrison and noticed that the call had ended.

“Dude! Why would you do that?” Tom whined.

Harrison just patted Tom’s back, “Sorry, mate. She said she had to go, though. I was about to give the phone back.”

Tom huffed and sulked for a moment. “Whatever, I’ll just call her later, I guess.”

Harrison nodded and smirked at how whipped Tom was. “You should just ask her out if you’re so desperate for her attention.” Harrison teased.

“Shut up. I’m not desperate for her attention, I just like her voice and her personality, and the way she talks, and her funny sayings, and how her hair looks when she just woke up.”

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It was only a few days later when you received an email from the director of the movie Harrison told you about, asking for you to audition. You were ecstatic, Harrison must’ve already sent in some things about you since the director seemed adamant that you were of high interest for the role.

You called Tom immediately to share the good news.

He picked up after the third ring, “Hello, darling! How are you?” he beamed when he answered your call. He usually was the one to call you so he felt a sense of pride knowing that you were calling him for once.

“Tom! The director of the movie Harrison auditioned for just emailed me asking for me to audition!” You squealed excitedly.

“Really? That’s wonderful, love! Harrison just got the part of the lead too, so you’d be filming with him if you got it.”

“That’s so exciting, I’m flying to London for the audition in two days. Are you still there?” You pulled the phone away from your ear and switched it to speaker. “I’m booking the flight right now.”

“Yeah, I’ll be in London for another week and a half. Then we have the press tour starting in Japan.” Tom said, also switching to speaker phone to look at his calendar. “You can stay with Harrison and I while you’re here. Since we have to go to Japan together anyways.” Tom offered nervously. He really wanted you to stay in his flat with him. It’d be all cute and domestic, and maybe, just maybe, he’d spend enough time with you to not feel nervous about asking you on a date. If he was lucky, that is, but awaiting your reply he was a jittery ball of nerves.

“Yeah, that sounds wonderful. I won't be intruding though, right?” You said, smiling from ear to ear. Thank god you weren’t on facetime and Tom couldn’t see the stupid smile adoring your features.

“No, of course not. Harry will be so excited to see you. And Tessa too, she really misses you.” Tom shuffled around with his phone, shooting a quick text to Harrison letting him know you were coming to stay for a week.

“Ok, thanks so much, this is really thoughtful of you. I absolutely can’t wait to see you!” You gushed, finalizing your purchase of a one-way ticket to London. “K, the flight is at 2:30 pm here, it’s about 9 and a half hours, but you’re also ahead of me, so I’ll be in around..5?”

“Yeah, that sounds right to me,” Tom chuckled, “I’ll come pick you up. I’ll wear my incognito disguise.”

“If you mean that stupid t-shirt you got that says ‘I’M NOT A CELEBRITY’, then maybe I’ll ask Harrison to come pick me up…”

“That’s cold (Y/L/N).”

You giggled softly, “I’m sorry, Tommy. If it makes you feel better, that shirt isn’t as bad as that stupid blue beanie that you never wear correctly.”

“How the fuck would that make me feel better? You’re killing me, (Y/N/N).”

You laughed at his over dramatic reaction, “Sorry that you’re a sensitive babe. I gotta go now, see you soon!” You hung up before Tom could respond with a sassy quip. Then immediately after you received a text:

Tommy: The second you get here I’m bout to 👊

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Tom called Harrison up after you got off the phone, he needed to make sure his best friend wouldn’t say or do anything to embarrass him in front of you.

“Tom, don’t you think this is a bit obsessive? I mean, she’s only staying with us for a week and you already know her so well from spending all that time filming with her.” Harrison sighed, sick of listening to Tom ramble about every possible embarrassing situation he could be put in, in the coming week.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right. It's no big deal. But don’t mention that time I accidentally shit my pants at the club, or that time I got hit in the head with a golf ball ‘cus I got distracted by a flock of geese, or that time a got chased by a flock of geese, or—”

“Geez, mate. At this point we might as well not even talk to her.” Harrison chuckled, thinking of all the stories he could bring up about Tom around the dinner table with you. Tom really was just a walking ball of embarrassing moments.

“Stoppp ittt,” Tom whined, “when we were on set it was usually just the cast and Harry around, but you? You could do some real fucking damage to my love life, Haz.”

“What love life?” Harrison barked out, laughing.

Tom then hung up and began praying to whatever god was out there that this week could go by without a hitch, and then you and him would be on your way, together, to Japan.

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The whole week spent in London actually went really well, especially the audition. Tom and Harrison both accompanied you for moral support, well Harrison actually had to be there to be your scene partner, but it was still nice knowing he supported you.

The director shook your hand and you went through the normal formalities before beginning your scene with Harrison. It was a quick scene with a monologue in it. The main premise of the movie was all about choosing love over work, especially in dangerous, life-threatening scenarios. The scene you used to audition with Harrison was the scene where the main character, Lincoln, and his lover interest, Mallory, were arguing, trying to push each other away to keep each other safe. The scene had a lot of raw emotion that you were able to tap into, and the directors gave your performance a standing ovation once the scene concluded.

They said that they’d get back to you within the next few days, but they also mentioned how the chemistry between you and Harrison was off the charts, leaving you hopeful. Tom and Harrison both gave you hugs and pats on the back. Tom had watched the whole scene unfold and he was in complete and utter awe of your talent. Part of him was annoyed that he didn’t audition for the movie and a chance as your love interest. But Harrison deserved this big break and so did you, so he was hopeful of the outcome being something that benefitted both of his best friends.

After the audition the rest of the week went by nearly perfectly. The real kicker was when Tom’s family invited you and Harrison to join them for dinner. Tom had not anticipated his mom asking you to come to family dinner, so he wasn’t able to stop the embarrassing anecdotes his mom told on his behalf.

“Tom had the cutest little tush,” Nikki exclaimed, placing the old homemade scrapbook in your lap and flipping through a couple of pages. “See look,” she happily pointed to a picture of Tom as a toddler in a bath, surrounded by bubbles, his little bum poking through them.

Tom sat uncomfortably on the sofa next to you, cringing at the now 21 year old photo of him. He expected you to also cringe along, or worse case scenario, get up and make a flimsy excuse to leave his crazy family, but you just chuckled along with Nikki and continued making your way through the scrapbook, making little comments here and there.

“Oh, and this one,” Nikki said, pointing to a photo of Tom crying and Sam holding up a superhero action figure triumphantly, “that was Tom’s favorite toy, but when Sam saw how much Tom liked it, he made an effort to always be playing with it when Tom came into the room and he wouldn’t share.”

You giggled at the little whiny face Tom made in the picture, and turned to him, replicating it on your face, making fun of him. Tom laughed along and playfully shoved you. He adored how well you seemed to fit in with his family and his feelings for you only multiplied.

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The week in London was one of the best in your life. You didn’t realize how much you missed Tom until you got to the airport and he was there waiting for you, unfortunately in his stupid blue beanie, and no, it wasn’t on right, his big ears poked out of it horrendously.

The last day you had in London before you and Tom went to Japan, you finally received a call about the audition. The director called you to congratulate you on getting the part, and he sent you numerous emails about scheduling, where to be, and when. Harrison was elated to have a familiar face playing his love interest on screen, and Tom was over the moon excited for you, this on top of the Spider-man movie coming out, you were certainly becoming a force to be reckoned with.

You spent the night celebrating at a club, Harry and Sam also showed up to party with you. The night was still young and the club was already packed and in full swing. Tom ordered two shots for each of you to start off the night before he was whisked away by a few fans to sign autographs. When he didn’t return you took it upon yourself to have his shots, giving you an extra edge to help spice up your night.

Harrison found Tom in the corner of the club talking to some fans. But throughout his whole time taking pictures with them, he couldn’t help but glance at you every once and a while. You looked so carefree and beautiful, dancing around in your shiny silver top and leather leggings.

“Tom.” Harrison interrupted Tom’s gawking and directed his attention to the small group of fans Tom was with.

Tom nodded and finished up his pictures and autographs before wishing them all a good and safe night. Once he reached you, you engulfed him in a bone crushing hug.

“Thank you for such a great time in London, Tommy.” you slurred, already feeling the impact of the four shots you took. “I had the best time of my whole life.” You pecked his cheek and pulled him close to dance with you.

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The following month or so on the press tour was a once in a lifetime experience. You travelled to more cities than you even knew the name of and you had all of your friends by your side. More so, you had motivation to remain approachable and well liked by fans considering that you were moving up in the industry. Some interviews were mostly for Tom, Zendaya, and Jacob. Your role in the movie was big enough for you to be needed for some interviews, and most people were genuinely interested in getting to know you, but there were also a handful of press activities that you weren’t included in, which you didn’t mind.

When you didn’t have anything to do for an hour or so, you would text Harrison and send him funny memes. He was quickly becoming one of your closest friends; you had already created a surplus of inside jokes with him just over the phone.

Tom noticed how you were always laughing at your phone or rapid fire texting. Even when you were being interviewed, Tom could faintly hear the buzz of your text message notifications going off.

“Tom,” you snapped in front of his eyes, “did you need something?”

“Huh?” Tom blinked a few times, “Uh—no, sorry.” Tom’s cheeks flushed pink, embarrassed for having been caught staring at you. He couldn’t help it though, you were dressed so pretty that day. You had your hair done up in two bubble braids and you wore his pink sweatshirt over your yellow sundress.

“Okay then.” You smiled at him. You went back to your phone, reading what Harrison had just texted you. “What was the name of that comedian we watched the other night?”

“The one on Netflix?”

You hummed out a yes, tapping away at your phone.

“Burt Kreisher, why?” Tom asked, leaning over to your chair to try and catch a glimpse of who you were texting. When he saw the contact name “Hazzy”, he couldn't stop the little angry pit of jealousy that started in his stomach. Sure, you were here with him now, not with Harrison, but when you two were apart you also texted him nonstop, and the texts seemed to all be inside jokes, which was something you also shared with him that he held near and dear.

“I made a joke referencing him to Harrison and he didn’t get it. Fucking nerd.” You chuckled, texting Harrison a link to the skit you were referring to.

Tom chuckled along, but he couldn’t help but frown slightly at how bright your smile was when Harrison replied.

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The press tour and premiere of the movie seemed to go by lighting fast. You’d never been to a premiere for a production this big, and your nerves for the red carpet were starting to get to you.

You and Zendaya were stuffed into a hotel room with both of your respective teams, both trying to rapidly get both of you ready for the event.

“So when do you start filming for your next project?” Zendaya asked, she sat in front of a broadway-equse mirror, bright bulbs of light giving a luminescent glow to her already near flawless complexion. She hadn’t even finished her makeup yet and she was so pretty.

“In a month, I have to go back to London next week.” You said, sifting through the opinions you brought for dresses. You brought three options, just in case you changed your mind after seeing yourself in the dress. “Harrison and I are going to go over the scripts together and we were also told to go out in public a few times; for press and whatnot.”

“That’s exciting!” Zendaya mused, she glanced at the clock and gave her hairdresser some instructions about how much time she had to do hair. “It’s a good thing you guys are already friends. I remember when I filmed ‘The Greatest Showman’ I didn’t know many of the actors personally, so we had to go out together and do press all while being almost strangers. It was a bit nerve wracking.” Zendaya smiled at you fondly, she was like an older sister to you during this whole movie-making process, she constantly had your back.

“Yeah, I mean I’ll probably be in a situation like that at some point, but for my first lead role it’s nice to be working opposite a friend.” You smiled back, finally deciding on the red, sequined dress.

You both sat and worked through the makeup process in comfortable silence.

“So you and Tom…” Zendaya broke the silence and looked at you with a smirk on her face.

“What?” You looked at her with a dumbfounded look, before nervously laughing, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t play dumb, (Y/N/N).” She poked your arm and laughed, “He’s literally obsessed with you.”

You laughed at how ridiculous that sounded. A movie star, and very famous movie star at that, obsessed with you? You? Impossible.

“Yeah no, sorry but you got the wrong girl, babe.” You sighed, pulling out your phone to snap and selfie with her for your instagram story. You quickly snapped a pic of the two of you, her kissing your cheek, leaving a small, faint lipstick mark. “I mean it’d be nice,” you back tracked, “but I’m sure that’s just my wishful thinking.”

“What wishful thinking? I thought you were a pessimist?” Zendaya chuckled, taking her own photo with you to post later.

“I am, but I can’t help but indulge a bit.”

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Before you knew it, you were back in London, staying in a rented out flat for the next three to four months. Harrison was kind enough to come over to help you set up a work space, but he also offered you to spend most of your time at his place. Since Tom was in New York, doing interviews about the new Spider-man movie and having meetings with the Marvel Cinematic Universe team to try and gauge his future in the MCU, he wouldn’t be around for almost a month, so Harrison offered up Tom’s office when you needed to go over a scene by yourself and wanted a place that was already set up.

The days of filming seemed to go by in the blink of an eye. Most of your scenes were with Harrison, and he was the perfect scene partner. He rarely messed up, but if he did then he was quick to use it as an opportunity to improvise. His skills weren’t as well honed in like Tom’s, but it was obvious that their style ranged from a similar source.

The main thing about this movie that you were excited, but extremely nervous for, were the two sex scenes. The first one is at the beginning, where the two leads give in to each other for a night, then there's some implied stuff in between, and the last one is when the two leads part ways for the final time at the end of the movie. The first one had to be rough, fast, and needy, whereas the second one was direct to be more slow, thought out, and sensual.

Both were extremely stress-inducing to film. Harrison had also never done any scenes like this before, so he was on the same boat as you. Thankfully you had an amazing director and stunt coordinator to work with and with the help of other crew members, the scenes were mapped out so that it wasn’t too much improv or guessing on your part.

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The first intimate scene you shot actually happened to be the one at the end of the movie. That scene was more tame and dealt with more emotional subtexts than physical. Since you filmed that one first, you went into filming the next one with more confidence. It only took a few days to get the first scene down to perfection, so with this newfound confidence, it shouldn’t take too long to get the next one done.

On the days you shot intimate scenes, you only needed to wear the costume you wore before the scene and then you changed into a robe with nude underwear underneath. The bits with the outfit on before were already shot, so the director called a 30 minute break until you could begin shooting the actual sex part.

You were standing by the snack table, eyes scanning the table for any more muffins leftover from breakfast. The robe you wore made your skin prickle whenever a draft came onto set.

Just as you had found the muffin you were looking for, a pair of warm hands covered your eyes.

“Guess who!” An all too familiar warm, British accentuated, voice called.

You turned around in his arms, effectively nudging his hands from your face, and soon you were met with the warmest hazel eyes. Eyes that you missed so much this past month.

“Tommy!” You squealed and thrusted yourself into him in a hug. He immediately reciprocated it and wrapped your body in warmth. “What’re you doing here?” You asked once you let go of him.

“Harrison gave me the location so I could come watch you film. I just got home, like, two days ago.” Tom eyed you up and down, not realizing what little you had on. “Um—are you wearing anything under that?” He pointed up and down your figure.

“Nope, today and tomorrow we’re scheduled to film the sex scene.” You said casually, doing a silly twirl. Tom gulped.

“A s-sex scene?” He choked, “I didn’t know you guys had one.”

“Yup,” you smirked, “two actually, this is my first one ever, Haz’s too, I think. Well actually, we filmed the sex scene at the end of the movie last week.”

“Yeah… t-that’s cool.” Tom smiled weakly.

Right as you were about to continue your conversation with Tom, an arm swung over your shoulder and pulled you close. Harrison smiled at the both of you. He wore a similar robe to yours, except he left the front open. His plaid boxers on full display.

“Don’t listen to her, Tom. She’s a natural.” Harrison pinched your cheeks. Tom clenched his jaw at the comment. He knew Harrison hadn't meant to imply anything with it, but he couldn't help but hear the hidden meaning behind the otherwise innocent compliment.

You giggled and pushed his hand away, “Only ‘cus my scene partner is so darn cute.” You retaliated, poking and tickling his pecs.

This kind of goofy banter was normal between you and Harrison, but Tom hadn’t seen either of you in so long. He also had never seen you two interact so fluently with each other. He watched the interaction with a tight-lipped smile, nodding along and shrugging every once in a while to seem like he was paying attention. In reality though, he couldn’t pry his thoughts away from how close you were to Harrison.

“Ok everyone! Places! Let’s wrap this scene up and put it to rest today!” Your director called. You and Harrison smiled and waved goodbye to Tom. Harrison pointed to a chair in the room that had a nice view of the set where Tom could watch. Tom nodded and walked over to the chair, enthusiasm for watching you work completely dissipating.

The scene started off rough right off the bat. The second the director said ‘Action!’ you and Harrison were practically pouncing on each other. Harrison had you pressed up against the wall and you were both breathing heavily. He was leaving sloppy, wet kisses down your neck, then across your collar bones. Your moans, which Tom always imagined to sound like music to his ears, sounded too real for his liking. But no matter how much he tried to look away, his eyes were glued to the two bodies moving fluidly with one another.

“Cut! Cut!” The director yelled, effectively ending the scene. You and Harrison pulled apart and he gave you a peck on the cheek, as in saying ‘good job’. “That was good, but Harrison,” The blonde nodded, awaiting further instruction. “You gotta be a little rougher, hm?”

Harrison nodded along with the critique. “(Y/N)?” the director moved his attention to you, “would it be okay if Harrison marked you up? Just a few hickeys to really sell the illusion. We can do without, though, if you feel uncomfortable.”

Tom overheard the interaction and internally hoped that you were too uncomfortable for that, but deep down he knew you would do it. You were never the type to stray away from a challenge.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You nodded, chest still heaving from the scene. You looked at Harrison. “Is that okay with you?”

Harrison nodded, a shy smile tugging at his lips. Yeah, you guys have been working at this scene for days now, but he’d never been rough enough to leave marks. He’d be lying if he said the thought didn’t invigorate him.

So the scene started from the top, you pressed up against the wall, all your weight shoved between the flimsy wall of the set and Harrison’s strong arms. Harrison did exactly as the director required, leaving noticeable dark spots across the top of your chest. Unlike your previous moans, which had just been for show, this new roughness in his actions tore real moans from your lips.

Tom sat uncomfortably in his chair, wishing he picked a different day to visit you on set. He shifted around, watching twin moans pull from both you and Harrison’s throat. He watched as you nipped at Harrison's ear as he faux thrusted into you. The jealousy that had pitted itself in his stomach soon turned to self-loathing. You looked really into the scene, he couldn’t help but feel like he was intruding. He knew you were a great actress, but he couldn’t believe that this was all acting. In his eyes, he believed that some part of you must wish that this was real. And part of you did like this scenario, but you wouldn’t have picked Harrison to be opposite you in this little fantasy.

Your moans and Harrisons both grew louder, leading up to the climax as scripted. Tom, not wanting to watch anymore exited the set quickly before he could watch the scene end.

You and Harrison finished up, gaining applause and praise afterwards from the director and crew members on set.

“Where’s Tom?” You asked, scrambling back into your robe and smoothing out your now roughed up hair.

Harrison, now noticing the absence of his best friend, began to feel a bit guilty. He knew Tom had a thing for you, maybe he should’ve told Tom not to visit set today.

“Um, (Y/N)?” He mumbled, pulling you aside slightly.

“Yeah?” You still looked around for Tom a bit, heart sinking when you realized that he must've left without saying goodbye.

“I shouldn’t be the one telling you this,” Harrison began, drawing your full attention, “but Tom really likes you. He always downplayed it, so I didn’t realize how much, but I think watching this scene might’ve upset him a bit.” Harrison looked towards the exit, no doubtedly where Tom left through, out into the parking lot.

“Oh—oh!” You gasped, feeling terribly for having put Tom in such an awkward position. “I didn’t know he felt the same.” You whispered, smiling softly to yourself. Guess Z was right after all. You pulled away from Harrison, “I’ll go talk to him.”

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Tom didn’t go far. He still wanted to be there to support you; he didn’t want to come off as a jealous prick, but he couldn’t keep watching that intimacy between you and his best friend. He sat on the curb outside of the building the set was built in. A few people passed him going to their designated buildings on the lot, but he didn’t pay any mind to them, too lost in his thoughts. He needed to tell you sooner rather than later how he felt. No time to be a pussy anymore.

“Tom?” You walked up next to his sitting figure, still only in a robe, tightly wrapped around you. He looked up to acknowledge you, mumbling a soft ‘Hey.’ before looking back down, trying to collect his thoughts and courage. It’s now or never.

You sat beside him and rested your head on his shoulder. “Harrison told me something interesting in there,” You paused for a moment before continuing, “about you.”

Tom’s head shot up, and he looked at you with frantic eyes, only imagining the worse. There were too many things Harrison could’ve told you about Tom to sully your image of him.

“Whatever it was, he's a lying prick!” Tom rushed out.

You giggled, lifting your head up to look him in the eyes, his dark hazel eyes boring into yours.

“That’s a shame then,” You shrugged, “considering I like you too.”

Tom breathed out a sigh of relief, before looking back at you, doing a double take.

“Wait, what?”

“Mhm, yeah.” You said casually, standing up. “But since Harrison’s a liar then I suppose he was wrong.” You teased.

“No!” Tom grabbed your wrist and pulled you back next to him, but his aim was a bit off and you ended up in his lap. “He lies about a lot, but not about this.”

You smiled at him, “I should hope not, considering I’m crazy about you.”

Tom couldn’t help the smile that beamed across his face, but then he noticed the marks left on you by Harrison. Remembering why he was insecure in the first place, he looked away.

“What about Harrison?” He asked. You looked at him utterly confused. Tom caught on and explained further. “You looked like you were really into that scene with him.”

You giggled and pinched Tom’s cheek, turning it red. “I’m an actress, you idiot.”

Tom scoffed, “I know that. It’s just— I didn’t realize you could fake that kind of love.”

You looked at Tom’s downcast face. You leaned in and kissed his neck, just under his jaw. You nipped and sucked softly, leaving a nice, dark pink blotch that would go away in a few days under his jaw and he whimpered softly.

“I’d never fake that kind of love with you.” You grabbed his face, holding it gently in your hands. “I’d never have to.” You whispered, pulling him in for a kiss, soft and sweet.

Tom pulled you closer, resting a hand on the small of your back, kissing back fervently.

The short make-out session being cut short by the door to the set bursting opened. Harrison rushing out, now dressed in slacks and a white button up for the next scene you needed to shoot that day.

“(Y/N)! Hair and makeup need you.” You lugged yourself off of Tom’s lap, promising to talk to him after you finished for the day. You went back inside, jokingly blowing a kiss to Harrison on your way.

Harrison stayed outside and sat next to Tom.

“Did she confess first?” He asked after a moment of silence.

“Yup.” Tom smiled happily, licking his lips, tasting the strawberry chapstick he saw you put on earlier.

“You owe me 10 pounds then, you wimp.”

“Oh, fuck off.” Tom groaned, promptly pulling ten pounds out of his wallet and handing it to Haz.

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pod95 · 3 years

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Pairing: Finn Balor X reader

Word Count: 2152

Warnings: Smutt (implied)

Description: A/n you and your best friend Becky Lynch are sharing a hotel room together, but when her boyfriend Seth Rollins sneaks in, you are left with no choice but to sleep in his room with the guy you hate, Finn Balor.

A/N This is part of a series of one shots I am doing. You can read this and the others on my Wattpad, AO3 and FanFiction pages.

Room Swap

"Name please," the receptionist asked as you searched through your purse for your ID.

"Y/l/n. It should be a twin room."

"Ah yes, here you are," she turned to the board behind and picked out a key card. You're in room 412."

"Thanks!" you take the key card off of her and return to Becky, who was waiting with your luggage in the lobby.

"Everything all sorted, roomie?" Becky asked, thumbing through a magazine.

"Yeah I can't wait. Ever since you got with Seth we never get to bunk together. It's gonna be like old times!"

"I just hope you're ready for a wild night of stuffing our faces with room service and bingeing bad horror movies," she winked and giggled.

"Ooft sounds like a hot date," you teased her.

"Speaking of hot..." Becky gestured to the lobby entrance where her boyfriend Seth Rollins was bringing in his luggage. He made his way over to you and beamed when he saw Becky.

"Damn, you're beautiful. Can I get your number?" he teased.

"Sorry, I have a boyfriend. He's super buff and macho and could probably kick your ass," she retorted, planting a loving kiss on his cheek. Seth wrapped his arms around her waist as you smiled at how happy you were that your friend found someone who truly loved her.

"Are you sure you wanna spend the night with y/n? I mean I love Finn but we could have a LOT of fun in a room together..." Seth cooed, kissing Beckys neck.

"Hey, Rollins! Stop making moves on my woman. You get every other night with her. Go near her, and I'll chop that dick off!" you threatened playfully.

"Fine, Jeez!" he laughed, "We really need to get you a boyfriend."

You shuddered at the words. You had been secretly seeing someone, but broke it off a couple of weeks ago and you were starting to lose hope of ever finding a decent guy.

"You know, Finn is still single..." Becky prompted.

"Ugh no way!" you retched, "not even if he was the last man on Earth."

"Finn's a great guy! I really don't get why you hate him so much..." Seth shook his head.

"Where do I start? He's cocky and narcissistic, he thinks he's God's gift to women, he's always bragging about how many girls he's been with. Yeah sure, he's hot, but he knows it. Besides, he's a jerk to me whenever we're together."

"Y/n, you haven't even given him a chance. I reckon if you spent some time alone with him, you'd see all the good parts of him!" Seth enthused.

"He wears very tight trunks in the ring, I've already seen WAY more parts of him than I'm comfortable with."

"Aww, y/n, I'm flattered you spend your free time thinking about me in tight trunks!" came an Irish accent from behind you. You groaned internally.

"I wouldn't be... You missed the part where I called you cocky and narcissistic." you jeered, smirking at Finn.

"It's not cocky if you can back it up love," he winked, and you hated yourself for finding him so attractive.

"Right, sure. Guys like you are all talk."

"Oh one night alone with me, and you'd never want to leave," he went to brush a hair from your face, giggling mischievously as you swatted it away. "I could prove it to you tonight if you want."

"Oh my god, why are all the men in my life trying to ruin our night together? Go find some other woman to disappoint, Balor! She's mine tonight," Becky scolded him. "Y/n, we should go to our room before these Jackasses get in the way."

Becky stood up, kissed Seth affectionately and grabbed her luggage. You followed her leave, grabbing your things and saying goodbye to Seth.

"What no goodbye kiss for me?" Finn hollered is you set off towards the elevator, cackling at the middle finger you were now responding with.

When you got to the room, Becky kicked her shoes off and dove onto a bed. You changed into a tank top and some leggings as she looked through the room service menu.

"I'm gonna get some lobster. What do you want?"

"Ooh very fancy. I'll have the same."

You spent the evening pigging out on fancy room service and making fun of terrible movies before eventually feeling too tired to stay awake and nodding off halfway through the second movie.

Just as you'd fallen asleep, you were awoken by a noise. You weren't sure what it was at first, it sounded kind of wet. Then you heard a soft moan coming from the bed next to you and you looked over to see a huge lump under the covers of Beckys bed. Groaning, you turned your bedside lamp on.

"Really guys? I'm trying to sleep here..." you protested.

"Oh shit, sorry y/n. I'll just go." a naked Seth peeked out from under the covers, his hair messy and his voice breathless.

"No, it's fine just... Give me your key card. I'll sleep in your room."

"Really? Sure, it's in my pants. Thanks y/n, you're the best." Seth said, before retreating back under the covers, much to the delight of a giggling Becky.

You hastily retrieved the key card (room 426) from his discarded pants and made your escape.

As you stormed down the hall to where Seth and Finn were staying, you muttered under your breath. You knew that Becky and Seth were a couple, but do they have no boundaries? You arrived at room 426 and knocked on the door. Despite having the key, you didn't want to just barge into the room unannounced.

A shirtless Finn opened the door. He blinked in surprise upon seeing you, before smiling cockily.

"I see you decided to take me up on my offer earlier," he purred, leaning coolly against the doorframe.

"No chance in hell. Seth and Becky are 'getting busy', and as close as we are, I REALLY don't wanna see her O face so... Seth said I could crash here. Sorry to disappoint you," you shoved past, struggling to keep your eyes off of his impressive torso.

"Alright but I should warn you... I sleep naked," Finn beamed at you, amused by the look of horror that crossed your face.

"Whatever just... You stay in your bed, I'll stay in mine and we should get through the night without me beating you to death!" you smiled sweetly back at him.

"Oh come on. I'm just messing with you," he chuckled, grabbing a towel from the wardrobe. "I'm gonna take a shower, TV remote is there. Make yourself at home."

Finn disappeared into the bathroom and shortly after, you heard the gushing of the shower. For a moment, you imagined the water cascading down Finn's abs and trickling down his body. Disgusted with yourself for imagining such things, you shook the thought from your mind and turned on the TV.

Eventually, Finn emerged from the shower, and you were surprised to see him wearing a pair of shorts and a vest. You stared at him for a moment, still confused.

"Is there a problem?" he asks, snapping you out of your stupor.

"No! Not at all... You're just such a playboy, I'm surprised you're wearing actual clothes and not a towel that's far too small for you," you challenged him, secretly disappointed by the reality.

"Contrary to what you might think about me, I'm not a sex pest. I may be cocky and full of myself, but I'm not gonna go out of my way to make you uncomfortable." annoyed, Finn collapsed into his bed, refusing to make eye contact with you.

"Finn... I'm sorry. I'm being a jerk. Honestly, thanks for letting me stay here. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

"Well... You can buy me pizza. I like pepperoni and stuffed crust please!" He grinned cheekily and you couldn't help but smile back at him.

"Pizza, for Mr Abs? What about all those carbs?" you teased him, picking up the menu from the desk.

"Well, you really upset me and now I'm eating my feelings," Finn pouted adorably at you, giggling when you threw a pillow at him.

You and Finn went back and forth teasing each other until the pizza arrived, when Finn jumped up excitedly and rushed to the door to collect it.

"Wanna watch a movie?" Finn asked, sitting at the end of his bed and tucking into his Pizza.

"Sure," you started flicking through the movie channels. "Oooh, Toy Story!"

You lay back, occasionally eyeing up Finns pizza. Your stomach gave you away and let out a thunderous growl, as you held a pillow over it, trying to muffle the sound.

"Do you want some?" Finn tempted you, patting an empty space on the bed next to him. Nodding enthusiastically, you accepted the invitation and grabbed a slice.

The room fell quiet apart from the sound of you and Finn happily tucking in to the pizza.

"So are you feeling any better?" Finn asked, grabbing another slice.

"Better? What do you mean?"

"Well you seemed angry earlier. It must be frustrating never getting to see Becky," Finn prompted, giving you a look of genuine sympathy. You were surprised that he had picked up on it. You usually had a bad attitude around him anyway, so it was impressive that he could tell you were more upset than usual.

"I was at first, but I get it. They're a couple, they wanna spend time together. If I had a boyfriend, I'd be the same, " you confessed.

"So what happened with that guy you were seeing?" Finn asked, the hint of a smile on his lips.

"Oh that didn't go anywhere. Wait, how did you know about that?"

"Oh... I guess... Becky might have mentioned it..." Finn stammered, unusually flustered.

"Becky didn't know..." you eyed him suspiciously. Finn paused, thinking for a moment before sighing.

"OK fine..." he shuffled nervously. "A couple of weeks ago, I was outside your locker room and I heard you on the phone to him."

"And why exactly were you lurking outside my locker room, Mr Balor?" you teased him, amused by this vulnerable version of Finn.

"Well, I was planning on asking you to dinner," he quickly reverted back to his usual, charismatic self.

Speechless and somewhat embarrassed, you grabbed another slice of pizza and continued watching the movie. You're cheeks felt hot, and you could still feel Finns eyes on you. But even so, you couldn't help but feel surprised by how comfortable you were around Finn.

After several minutes, you dared to glance back at him. The glance escalated, and soon you found yourself examining his features in great detail. He really was incredibly attractive. Your attention moved from his dark hair towards his mesmerising blue eyes, twinkling with delight as he watched the movie, down his strong cheekbones to where an adorable, boyish smile perfectly complimented the rest of his face. As he turned towards you and caught you staring, every instinct told you to avert your eyes, but you just couldn't.

His eyes locked onto yours, holding your gaze as you felt your heart rate increasing. He smirked, pleased with himself for having caught you staring at him. Unblinking, he looked you up and down, licking his lips seductively. Bashful, you turned away, not wanting him to see you blush. Finn reached out a hand to stroke your reddening cheek.

Your skin tingled, as you nuzzled against his hand. Finn let out a low, victorious chuckle and cupped your other cheek in his hand, turning it to face him. You stared at his lips for just a moment before closing the distance between your face and his, stopping just before his lips. You closed your eyes, smiled to yourself, and pressed your lips to his. It was gentle and nervous at first, but as your hunger for him grew, the kiss became more passionate. You let out a small moan when he gently nibbled your lower lip. He pulled away, breathless, eyeing you intensely.

"If this goes much further... I won't be able to stop myself. Are you OK with that?" Finn asked, stroking your cheek. You nodded, never breaking eye contact. Finn smiled roguishly.

"Perfect." Finn grinned, tangling his fingers in your hair and devouring your lips, as you made a silent reminder to thank Seth and Becky

Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think, and if you want a part 2 at some point in the future 😊

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mangomochi-yn · 4 years

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[did i change your mind?]

aoba johsai. iwaizumi hajime x reader

g. kinda confusing fluff but fluff nonetheless

tw. hajime is shooketh wc. 1.6k

If there was one thing you and Hajime never got along with, it would definitely be the topic of why one gets into a relationship.

'If you like them—go ahead' was your thinking while as for Hajime— 'only if you like them enough to want to settle'. Maybe this was the whole reason why you two weren’t as close as two childhood friends should be.

But when that third childhood friend, Tooru, suddenly asks you to fill in for him as Hajime’s plus one to a wedding, well things get kinda messy.

And it all started when you asked him one thing, just as the bride and groom exchanges their vows and shares a kiss—

“But isn’t it the heartbreaks that make true love oh so much sweeter in the end?”

"Hah? What the heck are you talking about in the middle of the wedding?" Your brows furrow at the fact that Hajime seems to have already forgotten what you two were debating about earlier.

"You said 'why do people even get into relationships when they have no plans on settling'." He finally at least slightly looks in your direction. Maybe it was the fact that you were borderline whisper-shouting by now?

"Okay and?" You sigh, really you could never hold a proper conversation with this boy.

"And that's my reply— it's the heartbreaks that make the end game so much better isn't it? Kinda like gaining experience in a game so that the reward is so much better in the end." At the sound of the guests clapping along to congratulate the newly wedded couple, you two stand up as well, you never tearing your gaze from the boy though.

"I can't believe you're comparing it to a game." Jokes on him, he was the one that didn't even like saying the word love, pretty immature for someone that was so adamant against getting into casual relationships.

"How else would I get it into that thick brain of yours then? I would have thought of a volleyball phrase if I had more time." Finally, you look towards the groom and bride, clapping along with the rest of the guests as a smile adorns your face.

You said what you felt you needed to say, so maybe that's why you hadn't noticed how the spiky-haired boy was staring at you in awe— thinking deep about what you had said.

"Oi, Shittykawa, why do you get into a relationship?" Said boy's eyes almost popped out of their sockets as he stared at his best friend. Was he seriously asking him that? In the middle of a water break at practice?

"Eh? Are you and Y/N-chan in one of those little debates again?" Bullseye but not quite. Hajime actually hadn't noticed how he asked Oikawa that question.

The only thought in his mind was how he saw you earlier that day, it had been already a week after the wedding, yet your words still stuck in the back of his head — brought forward as he saw you walking around school— clinging to a boy he's never seen's left arm as well.

He didn't want to admit it but for the first time in how many years, you were slowly driving him crazy. He found himself wanting to know everything that was on your mind, every nook and every cranny.

"Oh! Y/N-chan, what brings you here?" Oikawa's booming voice echoes against the gym floors— effectively snapping Hajime out of his thoughts at the mention of your name.

"Hey, Tooru! I'm here to ask you about our one english project—" Sending a small wave to Hajime, he couldn't help but just stare at the way your eyes crinkled as you smile.

"—did I change your mind?" Wait, were you talking to him now? His eyes almost bulge as he racks his brain for an answer to your vague question. Did he change his mind about why people should get into relationships?

"—I told you I could do your part for the project if you promise to give me that milk bread recipe your mom always makes, so let me know if you’ll do it, Tooru."

Oh, but what a fool he was.

Noticing how your gaze was back at the captain's, Hajime's face turns a gushing red at how worked up he got by himself from assuming you were talking to him.

It wasn't until he heard your laughter at something the captain said did Hajime burst out his seat on the bench to march towards the locker room and wash his face to drown his senses.

"Oh and I accidentally made extra onigiris for you and Haji—" The bang of the locker room's doors were what made you aware of your other friend's sudden outburst.

"What was that?" Oikawa just shrugs. "He's been moody all day." But then as if a lightbulb went off his head, Oikawa then suddenly starts pushing you towards the locker room, a big smile on his face. You came to learn that that was never good news.

"Maybe he's just hungry, Y/N-chan! You should give him those onigiris and he'll probably feel better." You knew for sure that Hajime wasn't the type to lash out because of hunger, but before you could even argue back at your troublesome friend, you had already been shoved into the empty locker room, the door clicking locked behind you.

"I'm gonna murder Tooru, I swear." Deciding if you should just stay by the door until someone eventually opens it, you were finally greeted by the only other person in the room— half naked nonetheless.

You could only stare as he gazes at your form hunched by the door. After blinking for a few moments and seeing your cheeks turn a red hue, Hajime finally shuffles to wear a shirt, leaving you a blushing mess.

"Did Shittykawa shove you in here?" His voice was a bit gruffly but soft nonetheless, finally easing some of your nerves down.

"Uh.. yeah. He said that you might've been in a bad mood cause you were... hungry." How you made it sound more stupid than Oikawa himself, you didn't know.

But at least it didn't seem to offend or bother Hajime, instead he stared at your face with that pensive look in his eyes as if a million and one thoughts were all scrambling in his brain.

And they were.

As he sees you stand there in front of him, a small bento in hand, Hajime couldn't escape the thoughts that plagued him since that day of the wedding.

"Dating someone just because you like them..." His voice came out a whisper you almost couldn't tell if you heard him right. Was he... thinking about what you said at the wedding? That's impossible, right?

"Uhh.. I accidentally made extra onigiris and brought some for you and Tooru." He only stares at your outstretched arms, waiting for him to take the small bento from your grasp.

"Um but actually you can have them all. That stupid Tooru and his crazy ideas shouldn't get any—"

"I wanna try it." Thank god, you thought you were going to have to ramble off for the tension to ease.

"Oh, they're just normal onigiris, here—"

"I wanna try dating someone just because I like them."

Oh shit, he wasn't talking about the onigiris.

Wait... so is he saying he likes someone at the moment? And that he wanted to try dating them?

"Um, well good luck at that I guess then." You start to scratch the back of your neck awkwardly, earning a look of confusion from Hajime.

Did he want you to teach him or something? Did your childhood friend and one-sided crush of how many years really want you to teach him how to date someone else?

"You asked me if I changed my mind and that's your only reply?" Okay, now he was really getting confusing. It didn't help that he was starting to walk your way now, the doors were still locked, you couldn't exactly escape.

"When did I—" Then it dawns on you. Is that seriously why this airhead stormed out while you were talking to Tooru earlier?

"I was talking to Tooru, Hajime."

"I know, but I couldn't help but think you were actually asking me too." By now, he had you trapped at a corner right by the door, your heart was beating at your chest. When did that start happening?

From this far you could actually smell the musk of his cologne, his eyes looked sharper than they were, and for a split second you were sure he was going to ravage you. Until—

"I wanna try it too— the heartbreak."

"Pfft." It catches him off guard how your once trembling expression suddenly easily turns into that of amusement. Your laugh lightly echoes across the room and he couldn't help but blush at your small giggles seemingly mocking him.

"That's not exactly the best way to ask someone out, Haji." Still wiping the tears off your face, his blush deepens as you shake your head.

"But for you, is it okay?"

You would be lying if you said you expected that, but at this point anything was possible and hearing your childhood friend, your longtime one-sided crush, the boy that refused to go into a relationship unless it was to settle— hearing him ask you out so timidly was a whole new sensation in itself.

A sensation you would be damned if you missed.

"Hmm, no, I actually take that back, Haji." His eyes widen as you loop your arms around his neck, pulling him closer despite his confusion. Yeah, you definitely couldn’t miss out on this.

"Let's scratch off that part I said about the heartbreak, Haji. Let's go straight to the ‘oh so much sweeter’ part instead."

a/n. yall are probs like what is she trying to say? where is this going? idk either guys 😪 i just thought that first dialogue was neat then i was like aight bet or whatever. sigh i did not give iwa chan justice im sorry.

a/n. everybody lets say thank you oikawa though— that little shit actually did something

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zuffer-weird-girl · 5 years

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My god you people are sadistic and masochistic ☹😫 who wants to see Chisaki's S/o dying...

This and more asks about deaths, kidnapping. Just general things about the mafia *shrugs*

"This is bad." Chrono comented with a wince as he looked down at the message on his cellphone... a warning actually as all the eight precepts, him, Mimic, Overhaul and (Y/n) were on the same room.

"Put bad on this. We're fucking being tARgEtEd By A BunCh Of pUNKS-!"

"Sit down Mimic." Chisaki spoked nonchantly as he saw the many death threats that appeared for him.. most of them mentioning your name on it.

He should have been more careful...

"What's the issue? We get many death threats and in teh ne we always kill those fuckers." Rappa layed himself on the wall as Tengai glared at his commurate for his disrespect "So what makes this fucking different?"

"Many things." Nemoto manifested as he read one of the letters "This gang in particular had been tracking the Shie Hassaikai for years already, and this time the threats are getting way too serious."

"Serious in what level?" Setsuno asked nonchantly as he swung his katana around uncaringly.

"(Y/n) is their target." Chisaki spoked numbly as he looked down at his desk. All room went silent and you rubbed your palms a bit nervously.

"... what?" Deidoro broke the silence and everyone sighed hopeless.

"Since miss (Y/n) is their target, then they are the person in here they're going kill drunk dumbass." Rikiya spoke as Deidoro slapped the air mumbling he already knew that.

"Why though? Sure, (Y/n) is a great help but why exactly her?" Tengai asked calmly as Chisaki sighed with hatred.

"I want the security of this place ten times increased. (Y/n)." He called and you looked at him "You're forbidden to leave this place until second order, understood?" You nodded at your lover and gulped the thick air stuck on your throat.

"Maybe is because they are Overjerk's partner. Then I am the dumbfuck here." Rappa muttered as Tengai decided to ignore it.

"Well." Another voice manifested in the room and all the men in there turned wide eyed as they looked at you... more at the person behind your back actually. "The muscular there is not wrong. After all-" the person smiled wickedly "She is last thing your leader would want gone."

Chisaki widened his eyes in realization that their person's quirk was probably teleport as he almost jumped from his chair.

"Get them! Now! (Y/N)!" He shouted but sadly, even despite all trying to reach you, you were gone with the masked person on the blink of an eye... just when he had reached his hand to grab you... touching the ground instead.

He tsked his tongue before letting out one shout that left everyone in the room afraid for their lifes as even the ground itself breaked due to his quirk.

"SON OF A BASTARD!" Overhaul's shout seemed even to echo in the whole house before he bursted the door open, jacket on his gloved hands as he ran out of the house.

"The hell?!" Rappa broke their shock as Kurono and Irinaka shook their heads and ran after Chisaki.

"That was teleport quirk, surely." Tengai spoked as Rappa, Hoyo, Setsuno and Rikiya left after Overhaul shouted their names.

"I WANT ONLY THE ONES WHO HAS EXPERIENCE ON COMBAT." He shouted as Kurono tracked teh gang down to discover their address.

Hang on Angel. I'm coming

You stared in hate at the yakusa's boss in front of you. Arrogant bastard that had that smirk on.

"Say. How long have you know that street rat? Chisaki Kai?"

You only increased your glare as you growled between teeth.

"None of your damn business."

"Woah. A sassy one." He mused out loud as he snapped his fingers, the man holding your chains pushed you out of the room "You will be a good use for us."

You flipped him off, hardly since your hands were chained, as the man pushed you like a dog around that place.

"You will be released soon." The man spoked suddenly "Your only use is being a bait for that sociopath."

You arched one eyebrow as he chuckled.

"You don't need to know much. After all, his life is not going to end very much... well."

Your eyes widened in realization that this was planned to be a trap... you couldn't let that happen!

Although, only a few minutes of walking an explosion was heard from teh other side of the house and you immediately knew what it was and who it was.

"They're faster then we presumed." He cursed under his breath and this time you smirked.

"We're full of surprises." You said normally before laying a great kick on guy's stomach, the man almost fly to the wall and almost puked before glaring up at you, sneakily grabbing his gun from behind.

"You little shit-!" He hissed and you dodged his attack before running down the hall.

You didn't know their plan... but if the guy already spilled tagt you were a bat, then Kai had to be very careful until you didn't reached for him.

Hang on devil, I'm coming!

"We came in here only to save (Y/n). Have that on your minds." He said to his commurates as he saw a bunch of teh guard coming into their direction

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean we can't have a bit of fun, right Overhaul?" Chrono smirked as he twirled his gun a bit before starting to aim at one guy's head.

"I usually despise messes." He said nonchantly before he saw a guy shouting with a sword coming into his direction.

He simply crouched down, took off his glove nimbly to just touch two of his fingers on the man's torso before his upper body exploded. remnants of blood gushing everywhere and some drops hit his green jacket ... but his thirst for killing was so great, it overcame even his misophobia of years as he looked numbly at the mass of man with their terrified eyes at him and his face almost errupted in hives... like he was some savage animal or a monster that came from hell.

"But blood from garbage will be spilled on this filthy ground. Merciless." He growled before his commurates started to attack their enemies as he made his way to the inside of the house.

He almost broke the door of the big house and shouted your name. Not having an answer he scoffed and made his way in hurry inside.

Please be okay. God, please be okay. It was all that he asked.

"Well, would you look at that." A elder voice echoed behind him and he immediately turned around to see that old man... once a commurate from Pops, but the bastard tried to steal their money and betrayed them by going into the police for some whatever reason.

He was young, but he reminded very well that bastard.

"You've grow a lot since the last time I saw you street rat. What gives me the honor of having THE Chisaki Kai inside my residence?"

"I will give you ten seconds to tell me where is them before I end up with your sorry excuse for a living." He growled and overhauled his gloves in anger. The man looked at him with a sarcastic smile before chuckling.

"So we have the right one." He looked at no where in specific before looking at Chisaki "Who would thought? When my old pal showed me he had taken a street rat home I didn't believe my own eyes when I saw it, especially since the guy had an daughter already... why grab someone who doesn't have any value?"

"If you're trying to get me with empty words them you're just waiting your time." He said nonchantly, but his anger didn't changed one bit "I will give you one more warning. Give her back, and I might leave you only with a rib cage broken."

"Rude and brute as always, eh?" He messed with the pocket of his tuxedo, and showed to Chisaki his gun. The young man simply arched an eyebrow and aproached his hand to the wall.

"No no no, my dear friend. This little present is not for you." He smirked devilish as he heard footsteps getting closer and closer "Is for your little..." he lifted his gun, aiming at Chisaki before abruptly shooting the place where your heart was.

".... weird." He smiled at you falling in the arms of his subbordinates while crying out loud "I thought angels were immortal creatures Chisaki." He said nonchalantly but smirked at the way Kai's golden, serious eyes had turned wide open as hives exploded even more at his face and forearms "Oh well. Just useless as you was."

Chisaki let out a inhumane shout before slamming his bare hand at the floor, plataforms being formed with force almost crushing the subbordinate atlnd the old man.

"Boss!" Mimic broke the house down with the help of Rikiya before he cursed out loud at seing the mass of blood coming from you and the situation.

"Something about my pal that I never agreed on Chisaki." The man gave him a psychotic smile as blood spilled from his mouth at the force of teh concreto crushing his body as Chisaki still was using his quirk and glaring at noth men with murderous wide eyes. "He had his honor and believes, but drugs were something that always put us on the top before the heroes days... so imagine if by my quirk of healing what we could do?"

"You have the nerve to even SPEAK?!" Chisaki formed another spike with the material of the floor and made it's way to the elder chest... he only coughed a bit of blood before laughing... his commurate already dead on his side.

"You see it's funny. You worry so much about killing us... that you forgot about that thing over there..." Chisaki followed the man's chin and jumped form his place when he saw you were still breathing.

"(Y/n). No no no. Hey! (Y/N)!" He cupped your face and ignored the mass of blood that was spilling from your chest "Is going to be alright, angel keep your eyes open! Do not dare to close your eyes on me!" He shook your head a bit before placing his hand on teh wound "I can heal it! See?! I can take the bullet's out! Stay just a bit (Y/n)-"

"There's no use." The elder laughed when Chrono put his gun at his temple and told him to shut up as he yanked the man on the ground. "We made sure that those didn't work with your types of quirks. Only one thing is needed. And well... is not even a good use."

"Kai..." you coughed, trying to find him in your blurry vision "Trap... you.. kill-"

"Don't waste your oxygen idiot!" He shouted and tried to lift you up... but stopped when he felt your limb hand on his wrist.

"Not... time..." you whispered and felt your body getting cold... worse than the cold of ice.

"She has a point." He laughed before he got pinned down by Rappa and Chrono. "This works like venom... even I didn't got the heart, it works just as fast as a bite from a snake."

"Stop this nonsense!" He shouted, ignoring the elder and cupping both of your cheeks again as you tried to mantain your breath "You're going to get through this..." he shook his head to stop his eyes from burning "Come on angel just-" he gagged a bit at seing your faint smile and eyes almost closed... lifting slowly your hand up to trace his covered jaw.

"At... least... I could get to see you... one.. last... time..." he grabbed your hand a bit too harsh but when his bare skin of his hand touched yours he widen his eyes in terror when he saw you letting out your last breath... your body going limp on his hold.

"No..." he whispered before putting his quirk on action. But even if he had gotten your back back your pulse still didn't come as well "No...!" He tried again "No, no no nO!"

He tried again, again... and again... all ended up in failure...

"Kai-" kurono tried to talk but the laugh of the elder surpassed his own voice.

"See what I told you?! Isn't it glorious?! My masterpiece worked! Even if I wanted more, seing teh next leader wrath and hatred is so much more valuable, it makes me really proud to be honest-"

"Shut-" Chisaki growled before slamming his hand on teh ground, sending Kurono and Rappa out of the man's body as he make the old man come to him by the the force of the wall pushing him "-THE HELL UP!" he lunched on the gut of teh man before opening his hand and overhauling the guys entire body... covering your limp body with his to not send any of the filthy blood in your angelic figure...

He breathed in and out before looking at your face... his limbs stopped working, be couldn't catch what his commurates and sobbordiantes were saying as he sneaked fhis hand on the back of your head as his free arm brough your cold one to his...

He didn't felt like this... in ages. And for the first time... he wish he could feel nothing at all... because for lord, that hurted he couldn't breath.

He didn't catch that Irinaka and Kurono asked for space to him. Setsuno, Rikiya and even Rappa nodded in respect and left to wait outside... all of them with a unconscious pain on their chest.

Kurono and Irinaka hesitantly aproached, not much close to Chisaki due to respect for the man as he hugged his death lover still on his arms.

Overhaul was so... quiet. It even scared both mans that had stayed to at least try to help his own grief.

"Chisaki... we-"

"No..." he interrupted Irinaka with a shaky sigh... shocking both again, since they never heard Kai sounding so... broken.

"Kai." Chrono took his mask out, surprisingly noticing a hint of two or three tears on his eyes forming before he wiped them quickly "We gotta go before the heroes come by..."

The shoulder of the dark brow haired man shook suddenly, and it didn't take long for faint sobs started to appear...

He was almost crushing your body to his as he almost yanked his mask from.his face in anger at feeling his tears coaxing the material... the disgusting fluid slidding from his eyes in all directions of his face possible.

He let out a louder sob before burring his face in the cold crook of your neck and letting out one of his worst, painful, loudest shout that even seemed to hurt his lungs.

He let ou a howl of your name after his outburst as he succumbed to sobs again, clinging around you... his knees were hurting but the pain he felt surpassed all of those he ever felt on his entire life.

Mimic and Chrono could only lower their heads and pay respect... not even flinching at the strenght of their... friend's shouts.

All of his tears fell like a water fall... but one single tear of Overhaul's had slided and emerged on your wound... not catching attention of anyone until Chisaki felt a warmth coming back from your chest.

He lifted his head a bit to look at your chest... tears still falling endless, he continued to have your body glued to his... a desperate wish that if he squeezed you hard enough against his living body, you could be back.

But he wasn't foolish.

He blinked before looking back at your face and he sucked a shaky breath in as he traced the side of your face with his fingers... he touched foreheads with yours before leaving a chaste kiss on your cold plump lips...

Just when he was about to lift you up a string of gold started to appear on the side of your neck... almost shinning if it wasn't for the rooftop blocking the sunlight.

"The fuck?" Mimic mumbled before cursing when Chrono punched the back of hsi neck with a scowl.

Chisaki arched both of his eyes brows before tracing the string of gold... looking more like tree branches then mere strings. Soom they started to gently trace your face and come lower and lower until they reached your chest...

"What the..." he muttered, his voice and throat, weak and sore from all of his outburst and shouting.

He placed his hand on where you were shoot and widened his eyes at not only feeling the warmth of your chest back neither that the strings had dissapeared... but the most important.

He felt your pulse. The beating of your heart right below his bare hand.

It... was he hallucinating? It couldn't be...

Suddenly you let out a grunt that even made Chrono and Irinaka shout a curse in shock before falling into their backs. Chisaki widened his eyes at feeling you stirring on his arms before lazily opening your eyes to look around you... getting confused a bit before looking up at him.

"..(Y/n)...?" He couldn't believe his own eyes as you arched one eyebrow at both man layed on teh floor not much away form you two. You soon looked up at Chisaki again, a confused and sheepish little smile as you asked shyly.

"Did... did I missed something?"

He let out a shaky sigh as a rare smile appeared on his lips before he almost crushed you for real on his arms and toned chest.

"(Y/n)!" You hugged him back, a bit confused, before yelping in surprise when he lifted you up in the air and started to leave feathery kissed in your cheeks, nose, forehead, most important were lips... everthing his lips could touch.

As much you were giggling in shock a bit you looked at Chrono, whose had recuperated from his scare, and pointed at Chisaki discretly with a questioning look.

"Where's my Kai?" You asked before giggling at his growl for you to shut up as he nuzzled in your hair, sighing in relief as he crushed you even more on his embrace.

"YoU ComE BacK FrOm ThE FucKiNg DeAd AnD YoU StiLL WAnT FuCKinG AnsWeRs FrOm Us YOu FReaCkinG PUNK ThAt Let Us AlmOsT DyInG-?!"

"Wait what?" You widened your eyes as you took notice of your lover's chest easing back a bit.

"Long story." Chrono sighed while picking his mask up as Chisaki breathed in and out before returning his usual expression.

He cupped your cheek and inspected a bit your face and body in general.

"We have to do tests to take notice what on all Earth and Hell happened with you..." he squeezed your hand back when you did the same as he had you close to his chest. "We need to clean this up before those heroes suspect of something or even the police. Call those three back."

"Yes boss." Just when they left he sighed and brought you close to his chest again, your face even hitting his chest.

"My angel..." he sigjed shakily as his hand carresed your hair, his touch seeming like you were some type of porcelain... form how gentle and careful he was being with you.

You had a LONG tests to give to him and a lots of questions... but right now you were happy to give the comfort that your devil was needing...

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hoodoo12 · 4 years

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Man I'm loving these Dewey asks 🥺😳 do you think you could do one where his S/O writes him a song and sings it to him, and his reaction because he didn't know they could sing! It could be sfw or nsfw whatever floats your goat. Also have a nice night/day ily 🥺❤️

Thank you, anon! This is a cute ask and I’m happy to fill it. As the only songs lyrics I can personally write are filks, I took the liberty of making a minor creative change. SFW, Dewey Finn/f!reader, fluff

Just Like Heaven

Usually Dewey was chomping at the bit to get into the bar. Tonight, when he read what was on the chalkboard outside, he put on the brakes. “Karaoke?!” he exclaimed in dismay. Dramatically, he wilted. “When did they start doing this shit? I was looking forward to drinking beer and listening to live music!” “Karaoke is live music?” you had the audacity to suggest. He gave you a withering stare. “I mean real live music, not some rando who thinks because he’s got a mike in his hand he’s the next Mick Jagger. Real live music with actual musicians playing actual instruments.”

You’d been dating Dewey Finn too long to be intimidated by his stare. In fact, you returned it with the same amount of distain right back at him. “I did not get dressed up to go out just for us to get back in the car and leave! Maybe it won’t be as bad as you think. Come on, I’m going in!”

Grumbling and with his hands jammed into the pockets of his jeans to show to the world how much he hated everything, he followed you in.

The bar’s stage looked the same, minus all the standard equipment that would typically be in place. The lights were still bright; the speakers were still positioned on either side. New was a screen facing backwards for anyone who wanted to sing to read the scrolling words and a guy setting up electronics just in front of the stage. A small queue of people had formed to sign up. A banner on the front of his set up read, “SonicBoom Entertainment!” Dewey groaned and rolled his eyes. You elbowed him. The two of you picked your way to a table near the wall. It took several minutes for a waitress to make her way over to you; it did seem to be more crowded tonight here than normal.

“Hey!” she greeted over the noise of the crowd. “Nice to see some regulars! The usual?” “Yes, and hurry,” Dewey replied. “Keep ‘em coming, I’m gonna need a lot of beer to get through tonight.” You caught the waitresses eyes and shook your head to silently apologize for your boyfriend’s rudeness. “Yeah, thanks, Stacy,” you replied. “Busy night!” “People like karaoke,” she shrugged. “Good for me. Looks like it’ll be lucrative.” “Good!” you agreed, and she left to get the two of you your drinks.

Even as you both recounted your days and plans for the weekend, Dewey had two beers under his belt before the first person went up on stage. He grimaced as the guy began a rendition of Black Hole Sun and chugged the remainder of his third beer before the song was halfway finished. He waved at Stacy for another.

The next few people weren’t the worst, but not great either. Since you’d taken the seat facing the stage, you watched politely and even clapped a little when someone was better than average, but Dewey stared at the tabletop and winced dramatically when someone hit a note flat or had couldn’t find the beat. You could tell he was counting down the minutes to when he thought it was safe to suggest going home.

You reached across the table and squeezed his wrist. He looked up, hopefully, and you knew it was because he thought maybe you were going to suggest getting the hell out of here.

You only smiled sweetly and told him, “I’m going to powder my nose.”

At his obvious disappointment, you kissed him on the cheek as you walked past him.

When you got back to the table, a fresh beer was waiting for you. He was halfway through another. “How many is that for you?” you asked suspiciously. “Still my fourth,” he answered. “But you finished mine? The one I had left here?” Sheepishly, he grinned and nodded. Smiling, you shook your head again at him and took his beer out of his hand to gulp down a swallow in retaliation. “Hey! I didn’t drink that much of yours! ” he protested with a laugh.

Just because you could, you drank another mouthful, then your name was called over the speaker. Dewey’s eyebrows furrowed. “What was that? Was that your name?” Giving him a bit of the same sheepish smile he’d just given you, you slid out of your seat again. “Yep! My turn!”

“Oh baby, no!” he whined.

“Hey! You’ve never heard me sing!” you shot back, which pulled him up short.

That wasn’t a lie. Dewey was the musician. You barely ever sang even in the shower, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t.

“I’m sorry, baby!” he apologized.

“It’s my turn on stage,” you replied and walked away.

He called after you, “I meant the karaoke thing, not the singing thing!”

That made you feel a little better, honestly. You stopped by the DJ’s set up just to make sure he’d pulled up the right song, then stepped up onto the stage. You’d only ever been up here before or after one of Dewey’s gigs, and at those times it was crowded with equipment and other people. Standing on a brightly lit stage all alone with a microphone in your hand was a different experience altogether. You swallowed past the butterflies that seemed to want to fly up from your stomach into your throat and squinted out over the crowd.

Dewey had at least turned around now, to watch you. That made you smile. The first riffs of your chosen song blasted from the speakers, and you closed your eyes to get into the rhythm of it. Dewey was all about rock, and this was more gothy-punky-pop, but you knew he’d recognize it anyway, even if you changed some of the words from “she” to “he” and the like.

Taking a breath, you sang, “Show me show me show me how you do that trick, the one that makes me scream he said--”

With only a few issues of missing notes or your voice cracking, you plowed your way through the song. You’d always liked that particular song, and you thought it actually fit yours and Dewey’s relationship pretty well. To a smattering of applause after you finished, you hopped down from the stage and made your way back to your table. The butterflies were still in your stomach, but they were settling down.

You did not have the range of Robert Smith and so sang the song in a much lower voice than the Cure’s front man did, but overall you thought you did okay. That’s probably what the other people who graced this stage tonight thought too, and you were sure that Dewey would let you know it.

Surprisingly, he was grinning from ear to ear.

You grabbed his beer off the table and downed the remainder of it.

“My throat’s so dry! How do people sing more than one song?!” you complained before he could say anything.

“You did great, baby!” he gushed, pulling you into his lap instead of letting you get back to your own seat. “I didn’t know you could sing! Why didn’t you tell me you could sing?”

Blushing harder now than when you’d been under the spotlight, you kissed him instead of answering. Instead, you asked him, “I think I’ve done enough damage here tonight. Wanna blow this joint?”

He grinned through your kiss and squeezed you. “Sure thing, baby! You wanna listen to more of the Cure on our way home? They have such a different sound, it was fun to hear it again, it’s been so long since I’ve heard that--”

During his babbling, Dewey caught the waitress’s eyes, held up a folded wad of cash so she could see it, and dropped it on the table. You helped him up and the two of you wound your way back to the door, and out into the crisp night air. Dewey didn’t stop talking--a sure sign he was tipsy-borderline-drunk--but you didn’t mind, because he was nothing but complimentary to you, despite his earlier distain for karaoke.

Maybe someday you’d tell him that you were the one who’d suggested to the management of the bar to offer a karaoke night.

fin!

“Just Like Heaven” by The Cure

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krizaland · 5 years

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You know what? I love that random pilot from the movie. So despite not knowing his name, I'm going to use my dumbass energy and ask if you've got any relationship hcs for him?

Ooh! I love him too! He was the only one with enough courage and braincells to try to talk some sense into the Tallest!

Note: The pilot doesn’t have an official name. So I named him Skad.

By some miracle, Skad had somehow managed to survive the Florpus. However, the Florpus had left him stranded on Urth!

Needless to say, Skad was petrified! Being on the same planet as Zim aside, Skad was trained a pilot not an Invader! He had no idea how to adapt to life on another planet!

Anxious and alone, Skad frantically searched for shelter. He desperately tried to avoid drawing attention to himself. He didn’t want to even think about what the inhabitants of this terrible planet would do to him if he got caught!

Just when he thought he had found the perfect shelter the door swung open.

“HOLY SHIT! AN ALIEN!”

All of the color drained from Skad’s face. He had been caught by one of the inhabitants! This was it! He was going to die deserted on a foreign planet!

Skad took a deep breath and decided to brace himself for his inevitable doom.

The moment he turned the face the source of the voice, Skad felt his PAK spark.

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you!” You squeaked as you slowly put your hands in front of your face.

Skad tried to speak but all that came out was gibberish. Never had he seen such a beautiful creature! Your eyes twinkled with stardust! And your voice! What a lovely sound!

“Ah geez, you don’t speak English do you?” Your face fell a bit as you rubbed the back of your head.

Skad shook away his infatuation and cleared his throat.

“Fear not, Urthinod! I am perfectly capable of understanding and speaking your language!”

“Oh! Sorry for assuming!”

“It’s quite alright. I take it this planet doesn’t get many foreign visitors?” Skad laughed nervously as he tried to sound professional.

“Nope! I mean, people have claimed to have seen an alien but there’s never been any actual proof. Like, I know this really creepy paranormal guy who keeps claiming that one of my classmates is an alien.” You replied casually.

“Creepy paranormal guy?” Skad parroted as he tilted his head to the side.

“Yeah, I think his name is Dib or something. He goes to my skool and he’s always screaming about exposing aliens and dissecting them. But that’s not what makes him creepy though.” You groaned.

“I’m sorry, how is wanting to dissect aliens not creepy?!” Skad gasped as he hugged himself protectively.

“Oh wanting to dissect aliens are definitely creepy but trust me, that’s only the tip of the iceberg with that guy. Speaking of which, we should probably continue this back inside. If Dib finds out that there’s another real alien running around, it’s not gonna end well for you.” You explained as you gestured for Skad to follow you into your house.

Skad reluctantly agreed and followed you inside.

“Alright, we need to be quiet because my parents are sleeping.” You whispered as you crept through the halls.

“My, this home is much more… primitive then I was expecting.” Skad muttered as he observed his surroundings.

“Heh. I guess things are a bit more advanced where you’re from.” You giggled as you led Skad to your room.

“Well, I am from planet Irk. We have the finest technology in the universe.” Skad boasted.

“Really? That’s awesome.” You gently opened your bedroom door and motioned for Skad to enter.

“Indeed. It’s really a shame how behind most of the universe is.” Skad playfully shook his head.

“So what brought you to Urth anyway?” You asked as you pulled up your desk chair and gestured for him to sit.

“Um, Well…It’s quite a long story…” Skad murmured as he slowly sat down.

“It’s cool if you don’t want to talk about it.” You reassured as you plopped onto your bed.

“Oh no! It’s not that! It’s just a long story! I simply don’t want to waste your time with my babbling.” Skad explained as he straightened up a bit.

“You’re not wasting my time at all! I’ve actually always wanted to meet an alien! Tell me everything! As long as you’re comfortable with that, of course.” You gushed as you pressed your hands up against your cheeks.

“Well, since you insist…”

Skad took in a deep breath as he begun to explain everything. He told you all about his life as one of The Massive’s pilots. He couldn’t believe that you were actually listening to his entire story! Not only were you listening but you were even asking questions!

For the first time in his life, Skad felt respected. It was a glorious feeling! Skad never wanted the feeling to end! He went into more and more detail of his life and even bragged about a few of his slightly exaggerated achievements.

However, all good things must come to an end. Skad soon had no choice but to talk about the dreaded Florpus.

He felt a twinge of bitterness bubble up as he remembered how stubborn the Tallest were. Had they listened to him none of this would’ve happened!

“So, that’s how I ended up on your planet….” Skad sighed as he hung his head.

“Oh, Skad…”

“You needn’t pity me, Y/N is it?”

“That’s right.” You nodded.

“We Irkens are highly trained! My survival skills are the best in my class! I can assure you, I will be just fine. I’m certain I could just….um…” Skad trailed off as his mind searched for the right words to say.

“You could always stay here with me.”

‘Y/N, I mean no disrespect but I cannot stay on this foreign planet! Not without supplies anyway.” Skad huffed as he folded his arms.

“Ok, well how about you just stay until you can find some supplies?”

“Well… I guess I don’t really have a choice do I?” Skad sighed as he buried his face in his hands.

“Hey, it’s gonna be alright. I promise..” You reassured softly.

“How could you be so sure?”

“Because…. you’re amazing! I know you can get through anything!” You giggled.

“Wait…Do you really think I’m amazing?” Skad’s ruby eyes lit up.

“Of course I do! You managed to survive a deadly multiverse-destroying wormhole! How is that not amazing?!” You cheered as you pointed to the ceiling.

“Well, I’d consider it more lucky than amazing b-but I’m very flattered by your words, Y/N.” Skad stuttered as he rubbed the back of his head.

You let out a yawn and stretched out your arms.

“Alright, I’ve got Skool tomorrow, so I gotta get some sleep. We can talk more in the morning if you want.”

“Sleep? You humans still require that?” Skad blinked in surprise.

“Yeah- Wait, what do you mean still? Don’t Irkens sleep too?” You asked as you raised a brow.

“We Irkens haven’t required sleep for over thousands of years. Our PAKs are equipped with special charging cells that provide us with a constant stream of energy. Therefore, sleep is obsolete to us.” Skad explained as he gestured to his PAK.

“Oh damn! That’s crazy! So you guys don’t get tired? Like at all?!” You asked as your eyes widened a bit.

“Well that’s not entirely true…” Skad muttered as his antennas drooped a bit.

“Eh? I thought your PAKs provided a constant stream of energy or whatever?”

“W-Well it’s true that we Irkens don’t require sleep but we can still get tired if we get overworked. Or when we have to deal with frustrating individuals….” Skad’s voice tapered into a soft mutter as he spoke.

“What was that?”

“N-Nothing! P-Perhaps it would be best for you to get some sleep now! We can talk more in the morning!” Skad spluttered as he waved his hands in front of his face.

“Ok then…I guess I’ll get ready for bed.”

And with that, you dug out your favorite Pjs.

“Why are you pulling out different clothes? I fail to see what’s wrong with what you’re currently wearing/”

“Oh! Well, it’s not comfortable for me to sleep in what I’m wearing now, so I’m going to change into something that is comfortable to sleep in.” You explained as you gestured to your Pjs.

“Oh I see…..W-Wait what?!” Skad’s face flushed as his mind processed what you just said.

“Well you see, we humans don’t like to be uncomfortable when we sleep so-”

“Oh that part I’m fine with! It’s the…changing part that startled me!” Skad spluttered as a few beads of pink sweat dripped down his face.

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing at Skad’s reaction.

“W-What’s so funny?!”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. It’s just… I’m not gonna change in front of you! I’m gonna go to the bathroom to change.” You explained playfully.

“O-Oh right! Of course!” Skad let out a nervous chuckle.

And with that, you headed to the bathroom, changed into your Pjs and brushed your teeth.

While you brushed your teeth, Skad let out a dreamy sigh.

“That human sure is something….Perhaps staying here won’t be so bad after all.”

Skad rested his head in his hands as he let out a soft chirp.

ZAP!

Skad’s PAK sparked a bit.

Skad’s eyes widened in shock! That wasn’t supposed to happen.

Skad begun to panic! If anyone found out about his PAK sparking, he would no doubt be deactivated!

It was then Skad’s mind came to a realization:

Most of his people, including the Tallest, have no doubt been swallowed by the Florpus.

Therefore, no one else would even be alive, let alone be able to find out about his sparking PAK.

Skad let out a sigh of relief as he wiped away a few beads of sweat off his forehead.

“Alright! I’m back!”

The sound of your cheerful voice woke Skad from his thoughts.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” You giggled as you plopped onto your bed.

“No! No! You’re fine! I was just um… Well sleep well. Would you like me to shut the lights off?” Skad offered.

“Oh, don’t worry, I can take care of that-”

“Really, it wouldn’t be any trouble for me.” Skad insisted.

“Well if you insist.” You yawned as you begun to crawl into bed.

And with that, Skad turned off the lights as you got cozy in bed.

“Good night, Skad.” You whispered.

“Good Night, Y/N.” Skad replied as he watched you fall into a deep sleep.

Skad stifled a chirp as he watched you sleep.

Yup, he was definitely going to like his new life on Urth.

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my-darling-has-forgotten-me · 4 years

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Oof... I'd feel for anyone in that situation. Thanks for the ask, and thank you for the compliment! I appreciate the support ❤️

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I got inspiration for this off 'Say I Love You'

"Kou! I heard your new song! It's so good!"

"Aw really?! Thanks for the support!"

"Yeah! We heard it too! You're as awesome as always!", Gushed a group of his fangirls.

"Oh! Y/N, you can go on ahea-"

But as always, I going to class before him. Automatically walking ahead of him. It's like this everyday, he gets crowded and I'm told to go. It's so annoying....

I walk ahead and saw Ruki, he looked at me and approached me. "Where's Kou? You've been going to class on your own a lot lately", he asked as stern as ever. "He's... Busy", I said, looking behind me seeing Kou laughing and smiling at his little harem.

"So it's like that? I don't like his neglect to you much either but I suppose it's his duty as an idol to entertain his fans", deadpanned Ruki, looking at the scene also. "N-no... I find his actions reasonable, besides it's not like I'm jealous or anything..."

Ruki softened his normally stoic face. "Would you like me to talk to him later? He's your Adam, he shouldn't treat you like this", he said

"No need...", I muttered and walked away. I heard fangirls muttering and whispering about me.

"Ugh... Look at that stuck-up bitch..."

"I know, she's such a whore"

I'm not...

"She only talks to Kou whenever she wants something... She's a slutty gold digger"

Stop it...

"She completely neglects him at school, seriously I bet she forces him to sleep with her"

I don't...

"Kou could do way better than Y/N..."

I know...

I put my earphones and I keep walking to class, once I get there, I see more fangirls. Stupid bitches...

I pull out my phone and I feel a pull on my right ear.

"Hey Masokitty! Wassup?", He said cheerfully. I say nothing, I feel Kou's fangirls glaring daggers at me. "Ehhh? You changed your screensaver?! Whhhyyyy? We looked so cute together in that photo!" He whined.

"So? Am I not allowed to change my background photo? And must you be so... Over the top?", I deadpanned, I only get into trouble when Kou gives me attention in public.

"Take it easy, I was just asking... Anyway, what're you listening to?", Kou said placing the earphone into his ear.

"Hey!"

"Huh...? Everybody Wants To Rule The World again?", He asked.

"Loser...", One of the girls uttered.

"You seem off today? You doin alright?", He asked in a worried voice.

"Nothing, I just didn't get much sleep last night!"

"Maybe because I didn't let you sleep last night?~ I'm sorry! You know how I get when I'm needy~", he said putting his arm around my waist.

Jesus Christ! No need to bring it up infront if people you dumbass! I felt more glares of horror and burning hatred being stabbed into me.

"Y/N, you listen to a song on loop when you're upset, are you sure it's okay?"

"Geez, I'm on my period okay!", I hissed... God, why can't he just leave me alone in school?

"it actually ended last-"

"Can you shut the fuck up for five seconds?!"

Everyone looked at me... Kou just glared at me, well, I'm in for it tonight.

I walked into class and I just tried to forget... everything. Why did I have to say that?!

I quickly leave the class after the bell rang and I headed straight for the girls bathroom hastily. I lock myself in a stall and went on my phone, again.

"Kou would look sooo good with Megumi right?", A feminine voice sighed.

"Doesn't he already have a girlfriend? It's that Y/N girl right?"

"I hate that bitch, she told him to shut the fuck up today, the audacity"

"Seriously?- Oh hey Megumi!"

Who's Megumi? I heard she's some really famous model/idol. I listen in on their conversation.

"Hey guys! What's up?", She said enthusiastically.

"Did you hear what Y/N said to Kou today?"

"Hm? Yeah I heard about it... Poor Kou, he must feel so abused by her. Also I asked him if he wanted to do a photoshoot with me and he said yes!"

My heart sank at her words... He really said that he'd do it with her? I get an Instagram notification that Kou updated his story, I went on and it read: Doing a photoshoot with Megumi! I'm so excited! I'll put pictures on later!

I turned my phone off in defeat. I'll stay with him for the plan... Not because I'm in love with him. I'm sick of the shit he does at this point. I wait for the girls to leave, which didn't take long so I left the stall and went to wash my hands. "Hey you stupid bitch!", A voice screamed at me. I ignored it. "DONT FUCKING ANNOY ME BITCH!".

I looked at her and I felt a strong impact on my face and I felt something run down my face. I looked in the mirror and blood was spilling down. The girl and her friends took turns hitting me and they left after 5 painful minutes.

I hate this...

I walk out to the nurse's office and grabbed a large plaster for my face and walked out. Why can't this day just end? I wanna go back and go to bed.

"Masokitty...?"

"Yeah... What's up?"

"What happened to your face?"

"I..."

I saw the group of girls snickering at me.

"I fell..."

"Is that right?", He said getting serious. The way he was looking at me made me wanna crawl under a rock and die. School was over before I knew it and the car ride was silent, a very awkward silence.

"I wanna talk when we get back Masokitty... I'm not very happy on how you were acting today, it was sooo embarrassing"

Yuma pursed his lips and widened his eyes, knowing that some major tea is going to go down.

"I'm sorry for being such an embarrassment...", I said shyly, not looking him in the eyes.

Does he honestly think that he'd be the one suffering...?

"I don't think you're an embarrassment Livestock... Kou, you need to think about Eve, her happiness should be your top priority. The plan is almost finished"

"I-it's really fine, it's not like it matters to me whether I'm happy or not...", I deadpan looking out the window.

"Jesus Christ! What the hell is your problem today?! You're starting to piss me off!", Yelled Kou.

"It doesn't matter, I'll just...deal with it myself or whatever", I sighed listlessly.

"Eve... isn't...acting...like...her...normal...self...at school... you...tend...to...be....much...happier...at... home....are...you...sure...that... you're... fine....at....school?", Said Azusa, clearly worried.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me. Nothing that bad has happened", I said smiling.

"Oh, also I gotta go out later today", said Kou.

"Be back before dinner, what time are you going at?", Asked Ruki. He's such a mom sometimes.

"Uhhh... 12:00 to 15:00. Shouldn't you of all people be curious as to where I'm going Masokitty?", Hissed Kou.

"Not really no, just don't do anything dumb"

Kou ignored you for the rest of the car ride and avoided you for the rest of the night.

It was time for you to go to bed, you just went to your own room because you thought he didn't want you to sleep next to him.

It was 16:00... He should've been home by now... I checked his Instagram and...

He and Megumi made such a good couple... Comments on the post said that they should start dating, they'd make such a great couple.

What is this... Inferiority?

This crushing feeling like I'll never be good enough for Kou...

Do I only love Kou because... He's someone no one else can have? Do I see him as a trophy...?

Does he only see me as a blood bag? Something he can use for his amusement?

I turn off my phone and flop onto my bed, Jesus Christ, I wanted to cry until I eventually drown into my tears.

It feels like Kou's moving away from me... And I hate it.

Ruki POV-

"Explain this Kou", I ordered showing him an image on my phone of his going into some girls apartment. I was beyond annoyed with him for what he did.

Kou was looking at the photo in shock. "You slept with that girl didn't you?! Incase you haven't noticed, you have a girlfriend, who has seen this and questioning her worth to you"

"Ruki! I didn't sleep with her and most importantly, Y/N saw?!", He yelled. "She even said that you and Megumi made a good couple today at lunch"

Kou looked like he was about to cry.

"I knew it was weird, how she was always trying to avoid me at school. I ruined her..."

About time he came to his senses...

"She even told me that she'll stay to fulfill the plan, not for you. The stress of choosing an Adam was hard enough, but the stress of her Adam not loving her is worse"

Kou rushed off finally. Besides, I knew he'd never cheat on her. He loves her too much...

Y/N P.O.V.

I was looking outside my window and I heard running down the hall, Kou burst in with no context and rushed over to me.

I tensed up and closed my eyes, thinking that he'd yell at me but instead, he just stood infront of me helplessly crying like a child. He leant down and embraced me like I was going to disappear in seconds.

"I'm...I'm s-sorry! I was o-only thinking about m-myself!", He cried, I could barely decipher what he was saying yet I had an idea why he was being so apologetic.

Because I saw the picture of him going into Megumi's home and he wants me to keep being in his little harem.

I out one arm around him and keep a listless face, knowing him he's just trying to manipulate me into feeling sorry for him.

"Grow the fuck up, you're just sad because you got exposed and I'm just the most convenient to go and cry to"

He looked at me and started crying even more. "SHUT UP! I LOVE YOU AND I'D CHOOSE YOU OVER MEGUMI- NO ANY MAN OR WOMAN OUT THERE!", he yelled.

"R-Ruki told me that... You think that I no longer care about you or love you... I don't want to be around those girls, they only like me because I'm attractive and famous but you- you've seen me at my worst and most violent, yet you've still stayed with me... Thank you... Thank you so much Y/N, my precious Eve"

I hug him back and I felt like crying, however, there was still a little demon on my shoulder telling me that he was faking it.

"Kou...there's no way that I'd be good enough for someone like you"

His mood swing came and he aggressively grabbed my shoulders. "How the hell can you say that?! Jesus Christ, you're the most precious thing to me! I'd sacrifice my career for you in a heartbeat!"

I'm getting mixed feelings here, he says he loves me but he sounds like he's gonna strangle me any second. Why couldn't Yui be an option? She can be my Lilith but that's not the point.

"Stop lying to me...", I whisper, holding onto him tighter.

"I'm not... You know how much I hate lies"

"Stop lying..."

"I'm not", he said softly holding onto me.

I start crying quietly, feeling a lot better that Kou gave me the verification that I so desperately wanted to hear, yet there was still some lingering doubt.

We skipped school to hangout and to do other stuff.

Timeskip~ Monday

"Kou! You looked so handsome in that photoshoot!"

"Thanks! But I don't have time to talk today because I need to focus on my special lady", he said politely.

"It's been awhile since we both went to class together", I said. I was in much better spirits because he was with me.

I guess being around with Kou in public isn't that bad.

IDGAF if I made mistakes, just deal with it because I'm too lazy...

#diabolik lovers #yuis pantsu #kou #mukami #scenario #tw bullying #bruh

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rosaetae · 5 years

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2 + 27 w jk??💞

+ #12 with kookie please 👉👈

☇ prompt: 2. things you said through your teeth + 12. things you said when you thought i was asleep + 27. things you said through a closed door

➣ pairing: jungkook x reader

➣ genre: fakedating!au + postbreakup!au

➣ synopsis: jungkook asks you to be his date for his sister’s wedding because his family doesn’t know that you guys broke up

“You’re late,” Jungkook whispers as you sat next to him, preparing for the dinner rehearsal set.

“Well excuse me if I was working,” your narrow your eyes at him, fixing your posture as you took a sip of the glass of water from the table, drained out by your job at the hospital.

“I had to order you the salmon and potatoes.”

You look at him as you set down the water back onto the coaster, scrunching your eyebrows at him. “I’m allergic to salmon.”

Jungkook pauses and looks at you, blinking. “No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am. I think I would know what I’m allergic to.”

You nearly feel your eye twitch when he shakes his head. “But you’ve had salmon before.”

“No, I haven’t,” you look at him incredulously. “Are you fucking serious right now, Jungkook?”

“Chill, okay, fuck. You can have my steak.”

“No, because then I’d feel bad,” you reason, knowing how taking other people’s food always made you feel a little guilt inside of you. “I just won’t eat.”

“Don’t be so stupid, it’s food,” Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“Don’t call me stupid.”

“Then just eat my goddamn steak—”

“Do my eyes deceive me?”

A voice immediately ends the bickering you and Jungkook were having, creating a quick facade of two lovers who have been together for 2 years. Your eyes immediately land on Aunt Lily, the one relative who absolutely adored you and Jungkook’s relationship. You remember her intruding you with questions about you and gushing about you and your relationship with Jungkook all the time to her friends.

With wide eyes, you meet Jungkook’s exact same facial expression, immediately plastering a smile on your face at the relative approaching.

“How are you two?” She asks, immediately grabbing hold of you and Jungkook’s hand in hers. “Oh, it is so refreshing to see two familiar faces still together.”

“Aunt Lily,” Jungkook feigns a laugh. “It’s nice to see you as well. We're—”

“You know I was scared that you two wouldn’t stay together because well,” Jungkook’s statement was cut off by Aunt Lily, a blame can be thrown to her lack of hearing, and short attention span. “Well, I know how scary it is to be in love with someone.”

You hear Jungkook nearly snort, a snort that referred to her three divorces in the past 20 years.

Scowling at him, you look back at Aunt Lily, her cream cardigan keeping her warm just like her heart. “Yes, it is very scary,” you agree, giving Jungkook the side eye.

“And commitment is frightening— oh, I lost my first husband because of that but ironically, he was the one that proposed!”

Eyebrows shooting up, you nod slowly, ignoring the fact that Jungkook was shifting beside you uncomfortably.

“Yup, commitment,” you repeat through gritted teeth. “Such a scary thing— even for men.”

“Oh, but you guys seem to make it work,” she cleans, eyes creating crescents as she was genuinely happy. “It really is nice to see you two together still. Especially since you were in Amsterdam for awhile, I was scared that I would never see you again.”

You peer over at Jungkook, who had his gaze trained somewhere else before you peer up at Aunt Lily, who chuckles lightly. Amsterdam was the one place that you dreamed about going to and hearing that Jungkook brought it up to his family as to where you had been or gone, you felt a churning feeling in your stomach.

“Okay, I won’t bother you two anymore, I’m going to bother Seulgi now. That damn girl, I didn’t think she would land on a man like Taeyong,” Aunt Lily shakes her head and looks at you and Jungkook once more. “Well I hope you two treat each other well. Hopefully I’ll live to see you two get married.”

And with a sad smile, you nod as she was on her way to bother the bride to be who was busy laughing about something Taeyong had said.

You turn your head to face Jungkook who was slightly flustered at the situation, but once the food came, you notice that he was quick to switch his plate with yours, and silence was the only thing between you two.

Later that night, less than 24 hours before the wedding, Jungkook’s thoughts were as loud as day.

Kicking and turning in the hotel bed sheets did him no good, and even closing his eyes to force sleep upon him was a meek attempt.

That was until his heart decided to take place of his own mind, and suddenly, he was getting up out of his hotel bed, shoving his feet into one of those cheap hotel slippers and walking down the hallway to your room.

He takes a deep breath, not wholly realizing that he was knocking on the wooden door and waiting a moment for the door to open. But as he did, he became completely conscious that the door might not even open.

Scratching the back of his head, he decided to knock his knuckles on the door once more.

“___?” he asks quietly. Jungkook felt a bit queasy talking behind the door when he knew that the probability of you being asleep at this time is at a high, but he didn’t care. He needed to let whatever his mind was keeping him up at night out. “You’re probably asleep, but I just wanted to thank you for doing this— pretending to be with me for the sake of this wedding, even though we really aren’t. I know it’s not your ideal scenario as your first experience of being a bridesmaid but I really do appreciate it and once the wedding is over, I’ll let everyone know that we broke up, including Aunt Lily. And uhm…” Jungkook’s began to trail off before he finally swallowed his pride and decided to say what he couldn’t a long time ago. “Just sorry. For everything. For this and for never telling you why I left. I don’t know if you could forgive me for the past.”

He pauses for a moment, before his lips are curling upwards. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning—”

And just then, the sound of the door opening has him raising his eyes and his hopes, but when he saw that the person who opened the door was not you, but someone in pajamas staring back at him with a confused and tired look, he felt all sorts of awkward crashing over him.

“Hey, man,” the stranger tiredly says, a yawn following after and it hits Jungkook just then that a total stranger has heard everything that Jungkook racked up to say only for your ears— not like he was expecting you to actually hear it, but it still horrifies him that a complete stranger has witnessed his vulnerability. “Sorry to ruin your moment, but you got the wrong room.”

“Shit, yeah,” Jungkook says, completely mortified. “Sorry you had to hear that.”

“Nah,” the stranger nonchalantly waves him off, letting out a tired chuckle. “If anything, I’m sorry that I was the one to hear it, not her.”

Jungkook shook his head, letting out a laugh of embarrassment.

“Look man, from the looks of it, she was willing to pretend to be with you for the sake of a wedding… hopefully not yours,” he lets out a dry chuckle. “I think if the girl was willing to put up a facade— I think she can forgive you,” he states simply.

Jungkook, staring back at the stranger who was rather wise for someone who looks a year older than him, gave a single nod, to which he did the same and closed the door. Jungkook’s mind was reeling, but what calmed him down was the stranger’s words, and he at least had that to thank for the embarrassment of an encounter.

And suddenly, when the door closed, another door opened.

“Or she already has.”

Jungkook thought he was crazy, but the minute he twirled to see your form behind him, his heart dropped.

So she did hear it.

“___,” he breathes, but barely. “Look, I'm—”

“I heard you,” you cut him off before you’re leaning against the door. “And don’t worry, I already forgave you.”

He was hesitant, and unsure as he stared at you and the way you were peaking your head out from the doors. “And you’re not just saying that?”

“I might be,” you jokingly began, but the way the look on his face fades, you immediately shake your head.

“I forgave you awhile ago because it just makes my life easier than to hold a weight of a grudge,” he watches you tiredly shrug. “But to be disappointed that you left me without a reason? Slightly… but we all move on, right? Your reason isn’t mine and I’ve came to terms with that. To blame you for apologizing just now? Absolutely.”

Hearing all of that, he couldn’t help but to express that little feeling of elation and relief as he let his lips curl into an amused smirk. “Better late than never.”

You smile. “Better late than never.”

And there was that banal moment, standing there, both of your minds alert and awake at the middle of the night before a big day. But it was nice, sweet, and— as Aunt Lily would say— refreshing.

Then after having his time to cherish that little minuscule moment, he let out a sigh that he felt like he was holding since forever. “Okay, I guess I’ll just let you sleep tonight. I know how long you take getting ready.”

Rolling your eyes, you shake your head. “I don’t take that long.”

“You take up my whole lifespan.”

“And you overreact too much,” you say before you’re offering him a sleepy smile. “Goodnight, Jungkook.”

“Goodnight, ____.”

That was what Jungkook liked a lot about you.

You were quick to forgive as you always preach about never holding grudges that weigh you down. Once, you had a toxic best friend, constantly trying to one up you, constantly trying to put you down, constantly giving you hell for all the mistakes you did, but even then, the minute she apologized for being a terrible friend after accusing you of ruining her relationship with her cheating boyfriend, you were quick to forgive, but you managed to keep your distance from her ever since then.

Jungkook silently hoped, as he was walking back to his designated room, that you wouldn’t do the same to him— the distancing away yourself part, but knowing that this situation was all sorts of odd and nostalgic and bittersweet and—

He forgot his hotel room key inside his own hotel room.

Groaning in frustration but realizing he had to keep it down, he let out a sigh before he cursed under his breath silently, knowing that the groom is probably in his own suite and knowing that he was stuck, he had to trudge his way back to your front hotel room, painfully knocking on the door— the right one this time.

What caught him by surprise wasn’t the fact that you opened the door, but you opened it within a millisecond.

He was slightly amused, but his amusement would have caused him to be cocky, and his cockiness will most likely get a door slammed to his face, so he covered his slight mirth by scratching the back of his neck.

“I kind of…” he barely starts before the cockiness he had possessed earlier that moment was transferred to you when a curl of your lips and an eyebrow arch painted your face. “I may have forgotten my keycard in the room, and uh…”

That shit-eating grin on your face as you watch him awkwardly attempt to finish his sentence was very well evident, and he couldn’t help but to narrow his eyes at you.

“You know what, I’ll sleep out here.”

Bursting into fits of chuckles, you shake your head before you catch him by surprise as you grab ahold of his wrist.

“You can stay the night,” you roll your eyes. “But if you try something, Jeon.”

He immediately rose his hands up. “The groomsmen would like to show up to his sister’s wedding.”

Giving that smile he hasn’t seen in awhile, you turn around and let him in, immediately climbing into your bed and creating enough space for the two of you.

And it was that little glimmer of hope, that silver lining that sparked something within him— and gave him just a little bit of courage.

Jungkook woke up that morning, early enough that none of the other parties had woken up yet, including you.

You were snoring softly beside him that he couldn’t help but wonder what it was like to wake up to you every morning, like this.

He wouldn’t say guilt filled his body, but he did wish he didn’t leave someone like you with not a single reason as to why he did. Admittedly he felt regretful, watching someone so beautiful and so forgiving could be in front of him. To say that he cared a lot about you would be an understatement.

He stares, one hand resting behind his head and the other reluctantly hovering over your cheek, before he allowed his knuckles to just barely graze over it, careful enough not to wake you up.

“There were nights where I wished I never left you,” he whispers, quietly, eyebrows scrunching. “You once said that something that can be so bad could be so good. I guess I never really thought about that until I left. You know, letting the relationship go a little more steady and letting that little thing that felt like hell to me become a safe haven. I guess I never gave us a real chance.”

He lets out a light scoff, retracting his hand from your face as he indulges in the art of your image in front of him. You were talking about something you learned about called The Nova Effect, and though almost 98% of it was pure gibberish along with your dash of nerdy expertise, he took note of what he could.

“I guess asking that little chance now would be a stretch,” he smiles, humoring himself to the thought that maybe you would give you and him a chance. “But you also said that something that can be so good could be so bad.” He purses his lips before he lets out a sigh when he realizes that this moment— you sleeping soundly, that feeling of chance in his stomach— will probably be the last; that after the wedding, he was going to fully and completely let go of you.

“It was good while it lasted.”

The wedding went great, other than the fact that Taeyong accidentally walked in on Seulgi when she was getting her makeup done that morning. Fortunately, they were able to make it to the “I do” part and not a single curse of “seeing the bride before the wedding” was casted upon them— at least not yet.

For Jungkook, he felt a bit queasy when he couldn’t get his eyes off of you when in front of him during the wedding ceremony, looking all beautiful and lovely in the color of lilac. When you caught his eye, you had gleamed at him with the smile of your eyes and even then, he refused to remove his eyes from you. He wished that he didn’t have to say goodbye to you again.

At the reception, after everyone had taken their fill of the buffet, it was at the moment when everyone was slightly buzzed and the performer who sang lively jazz music had everyone swinging and dancing on the dance floor, including yourself.

Jungkook, being sober and sitting at his designated table, was talking to one of the other groomsmen until he was grabbed by whom he assumed was his girlfriend and was left alone.

That was until you showed up, plopping yourself onto his lap, and by the whiff of your smell that consisted of honey and a bit of the champagne served, he knew you were tipsy.

Your arms were wrapped around his neck and he found his hand instinctively holding your waist and the other holding your thigh, and he didn’t realize it until you leaned into his touch.

“You’re tipsy,” he observes and you let out a laugh.

“Not really,” you retort back, crinkling your nose before you immediately pull back to look at him, big beady eyes staring into his. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“A secret?” He laughs amusedly, knowing that something from your tipsy mind would probably be something dumb or mind blowing.

You hum in response before you lean in again, bringing your lips to his ear. “I heard you.”

Jungkook, furrowing his eyebrows, pulls back to look at you. “I know, you told me.” Did the champagne block out her memory of what happened that last night where you heard him express his apology to another stranger?

You laugh, shaking your head. “No, no. I heard you this morning.”

“Did I wake you up when I was leaving?”

“No, idiot,” you sigh. “The Nova Effect. You remembered.”

And it hits Jungkook right in the head, another set of mortification when he realized that you actually heard him.

Maybe he shouldn’t be expressing his thoughts out loud anymore.

“What?”

“Something so bad to be so good. Something so good to be so bad,” you repeat. “I heard everything.”

Jungkook was silent as he was blinking at you, like a lost puppy.

“And you know, this good doesn’t have to be bad,” you start slowly. And maybe he was confused and maybe he wasn’t hearing you right, but either one, you couldn’t help but laugh at his blank expression. “This,” you say, referring to him and you. “Doesn’t have to be the last.”

Jungkook opens his mouth, lost at words. “So you’re…”

“We… can start over,” you began. “I’m willing to, if you are.”

Jungkook manages to smile. “Better late than never.”

Laughing at that, you shake your head at him, continuing to enjoy the night while Jungkook was being his usual joking and cocky self.

“You two look pretty cozy for being broken up,” Seulgi says, a smirk forming on her lips as she grazes her eyes at the two people in front of her.

“What?” You ask, immediately sitting straight up in Jungkook’s lap, your laughter over something he mention beginning to die out. He sat back up straight as well and blinked at his sister who was smiling into her champagne glass in hand.

“Fucking hell,” Jungkook rolls his eyes, resting his head against your shoulder before he looks up at his sister. Meanwhile, you were confused. “You knew?”

“Oh please, what type of sister would I be if I didn’t know that my own brother was heartbroken,” Seulgi scoffs, shaking her head.

“Then you just let me believe that you didn’t know?” Jungkook asks in disbelief. “What the hell?”

“Hey, you not telling me that you and ___ broke up was all you,” Seulgi defends. “I invited her because she’s the only girl you’ve ever dated that I actually like.”

You smile at her. “Is it too late to get you to marry me?” You felt Jungkook squeeze your hip, causing you to laugh a little.

“Great, I just keep embarrassing myself left and right,” Jungkook sighs as Seulgi shrugs her bare shoulders.

“Kookie, the fool.”

Laughing at that, you lean back into Jungkook’s touch as he was sighing in embarrassment of this whole wedding weekend. He was truly debating on keeping his thoughts closed off, but he realized that in the end, everything turned out okay. Besides the fact that a stranger heard what he had said.

“Alright, lovebirds, unless you’re planning to get a room, get your damn asses on the floor,” Seulgi says, point the rim of her empty glass to the both of you, stalking away to find her other half.

As she does so, you stood up from Jungkook’s lap, taking Seulgi’s advice and grabbing his hand and realizing that maybe, just maybe, you already found your other half.

this drabble is apart of my drabble series

the given prompts are from this list

#did i....#kill two birds with one stone?#yes i did #ahahahah #ok #jungkook #jungkook scenarios #bts #also i just got back home and that was the longest layover ever my back hurts #spontaneous writing

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spidercakes · 5 years

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Please carry on the au where peter is a quickly rising pop star and tony is an international music legend!!!! I'm addicted to it!

Oof, it wasn't me who started that (I just reblogged it on account of I liked it too) but I figure what the hell, I’ll write a little thing with the same premise! This is more preslash than anything, but um. Hope you like it!

Sometimes Peter hates the lights, the yelling, all the flashing from the cameras but he also knows that this is what he gets stuck dealing with if he wants to have a music career and hey, it could be worse. He’s seen the way some other people in the music industry get treated and he knows he’s lucky that he got a decent manager, and his family- which really only consists of May- is supportive, and so are his friends. So if he has to deal with all the lights and cameras and people he can do that for until he can safely retreat to his hotel room and crash there for awhile before doing it all over again.

Its a lot though and sometimes Peter wishes he could take a step back from the public, take time for himself but that’s impossible when your face is all over billboards. Which is probably why he finds himself at the bar to begin with and its mostly industry people here so he doesn’t need to worry about anyone riding his ass about image. Yeah, he gets it, thirteen year olds love him but it does seem weird that somehow he ended up people’s role model rather than like... literally anyone else. The fans themselves though, they’re nice, its just their parents suck sometimes.

“And here I thought you pop stars were on short leashes. Who let you out to play?” someone asks and Peter swears to god he knows that voice but there’s no way. He turns, pretty much hoping in equal parts that he’s right and wrong and when he turns out to be right he isn’t sure what he feels.

“Um. I mean, compared to you rock stars a drink really isn’t something to worry about, is it?” he asks and oh man he can’t believe he said that with that much confidence when he’s talking to Tony Stark. Tony fucking Stark, rock star legend, basically killed his career and revived it like five times. Split his band and managed to come back. Joined another and managed to rocket them into a level of fame that was even bigger than his last band. Has so many awards he probably has a room dedicated to them and only them. And that doesn’t even touch on the potential biopic Peter has heard rumors about. Ned called him at four in the morning about it because they’ve both had a crush on Tony Stark for basically as long as they’ve been alive.

Tony laughs, shaking his head. “I guess not, but pop stars tend to be all image, no substance. Kind of puts a damper on things if you ruin the image,” he points out.

Peter would like to prickle at that but he’s still in shock that Tony Stark is talking to him. “Is that what you think of my music?” he asks, raising an eyebrow and he just said that? With his mouth? Jesus Christ where is he getting this confidence?

“Not the songs that you wrote, no. But god help me if I have to hear any one of your catchy, irritating love songs on the radio, no offense,” he says.

“Be glad you don’t have to sing them,” Peter tells him because even he’s sick of them, not that he wrote them. He writes some of his stuff, but never the singles and wait, did Tony just compliment songs he wrote like he did enough research to know he wrote them? “Wait, how do you know which songs are mine?” he asks.

Tony snorts, “one, they aren’t garbage. Two, there’s real emotional substance. Sorry about your uncle,” he says, tone a little softer there and Peter sighs.

“Yeah. I had a long fight to get that on the album and people were surprised that it made charts.” Its slow, sad. Peter had written it on the anniversary of his death the year before and it made May cry.

“That doesn’t surprise me. That shit is why I avoid pop like the plague, no offense. But know I will absolutely be offended if you think rock is just as bad,” he says, lips quirking up a bit.

Peter lets out a breathy laugh. “Uh, no. I love your music, like really love your music. I’ve been listening to it for like... ever. I lost my virginity to your Man in Black album, I can’t believe I said that I’m going to go kill myself now,” he says, lifting his hand to cover his face as Tony barks out a laugh.

“Knew it had to happen at some point. Congrats on keeping your cool for that long. Believe it or not that isn’t the strangest thing I’ve had a fan say,” he says and Peter laughs.

“Oh I know, fans say some weird shit. I’ve had soccer moms say some um... not family friendly things to me in front of their children. They can get weird. I’m sorry I got weird, I hate when people get weird,” he says. Its always a little uncomfortable and he’s had to learn how to handle people being creepy at him. Liz gave him lessons given that she deals with it all the time being a beautiful woman. Peter never really thought he’d have to deal with that kind of thing but people treat celebrities different.

Tony shrugs, probably used to a lot worse than what Peter deals with. His fanbase is mostly teenagers and while they do regularly call him ‘daddy’ on Twitter it can’t be anything like Tony’s fanbase, which is like a billion times larger and consists of people from every age group and country. He doesn’t know how he’d handle that level of fame.

“So, are you actually all that wholesome shit they push or do you actually have a personality in there? Because your music, your music, suggests you aren’t really the America’s sweetheart kind of guy,” Tony says, head tilted to the side.

Peter shrugs, “I mean most of its true. Internet age makes it hard to lie when fans will literally show up at the hospital you were born at to find out what time, specifically, you were born at. But I wish I didn’t get stuck in pop music. Its not bad I guess but have you ever heard Bo Burnham’s Repeat Stuff, the comedy song he did making fun of pop? I feel that sometimes. Its all repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff and it gets a little exhausting. That’s what I’ve got though, so,” he shrugs.

“Word of advice, Peter, if you want to do what you want to do you’re going to have to fight for it. Managers and execs will fuck your face if you let them. They want to talk market and research and song length and workable study tested formulas but that ignores all the shit that suggests people will listen to whatever the hell you hand them if they like it. If you don’t fight back you’ll get stuck in that shit forever,” Tony tells him.

“Hmm. Guess you’d know, your whole career is pretty much yelling ‘fuck it’ and doing whatever you want.” Maybe a little too much of that if he counts the long period of alcoholism and drug use but he got clean years ago and once again somehow managed to revive his career.

Tony winces, apparently thinking the same thing. “Yeah, don’t do anything I would do. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do either. There’s a grey area, operate in there,” he says and Peter laughs.

“Okay, alright. Question though, if you hate pop so much how come you came over here to talk to me?” he asks. Because he’s kind of curious and the star struck feeling is fading.

“Your hot,” Tony says bluntly and Peter almost chokes on his air supply. “Don’t look so shocked, if pop knows how to do anything they know how to pick them pretty. Besides, you’re not the worst pop artist I’ve ever heard, you actually have talent, and Quill told me you were too wholesome to give me your number,” he says, nodding across the bar to holy fuck Peter actual Quill, who is looking pretty damn shocked right now.

“Oh, I’ll give you more than my number,” he says, wincing because he totally didn’t mean to say that out loud.

Tony grins though, “I knew you weren’t as wholesome as your image made you out to be,” he says, looking amused.

“Oh come on, can you blame them? Do I look like a rock star to you?” Peter says. They both know he looks like he could be a member of One Direction and that doesn’t really jive with the rock star image. He’s just glad he didn’t get jammed into country music. He would have quit on the spot, he refuses to sing about trucks and dirt roads. At least love songs are kind of sweet.

Tony looks him up and down and Peter is pretty sure he turns red in response. “I can work with that,” he says, grinning.

Ned calls him in the morning screaming and he lets him get it all out before trying to calm him down. “Oh my god you met Tony Stark!” he screams. MJ and Liz appear in the background and lean forward, lurking for answers.

Peter shrugs, “I mean yeah, we met,” he says coyly.

“Don’t make me pry the details out of you Parker,” MJ tells him. “You were wearing his jacket in the picture and I’m ninety percent sure you took it in a bed. Explain yourself.”

“I maybe got a bit of a rockstar makeover,” he says, shrugging like its no big deal. It so is and he wants to gush so bad but Tony is a person, not someone to brag about so he doesn’t. He wouldn’t like it if someone did that with him but also he’s losing his shit a little on the inside.

“A rock sta- oh my god are you still with him?” MJ asks, losing composure for half a second before she pulls her cool aloof look back together again.

“Hey guys. What do you think Twitter would do if I announced a collab?” he asks, appearing behind Peter and wrapping an arm around him. Ned faints, MJ’s eyebrows shoot up, and Liz leans into the camera hard.

“I love you,” she says, wincing and then pulling away. “I can’t believe I just said that. I’m going to go die now,” she says, scurrying off.

MJ points the camera at still passed out Ned. “Pretty sure that’s what Twitter would do,” she says and Tony laughs.

“He’s still alive, right?” he asks right as Ned wakes up.

“Oh my god I had the craziest dream,” he says.

#starker #tony stark x peter parker #alternate universe #fanfiction #rock star au

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Unexpected Arrival - 2

Pairing: Eventual Bucky x Reader, Possible Steve x Reader

Summary: As if working with the Avengers wasn't exciting enough.... an unexpected visitor is about to change your life forever.

When the team got back from their mission Natasha went straight to Y/N’s room to check on her. When she opened the door and found the bed empty she started to panic, she had told her to go see Bruce if she got any worse.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y where's Y/N?" Nat asked the A.I.

"Agent Y/L/N was taken to medical by Captain Rodgers and Mr Stark"

"Shit!" Nat cursed as she turned and started running towards the medical floor.

"Nat? Whats going on?" Bucky asked seeing her running towards him.

"Y/N was taken to medical! I knew there was something wrong with her before we left! I should've trusted my gut and taken her there myself!"

"Well lets go check on her then" he said getting into the elevator with Nat.

Nat rushed out of the elevator and saw Tony and Bruce standing at one of the doors looking in while they spoke quietly to eachother.

"Hey, what happened is she okay?" Nat asked quickly wanting answers.

"Shes fine, we handled the situation" Tony said truthfully "did you not get my message? I tried calling you"

"My phone got trashed in the fight...."

"Its been an interesting night lets just start there" Bruce said running a hand through his hair.

"Interesting is the biggest understatement of the year Banner! It was literally the shock of a lifetime!! Especially for that girl in there" Tony said pointing towards the room behind him.

"Does someone wanna tell me what the hell is going on??" Nat snapped.

"You should probably take a look for yourself.... you’d never believe me otherwise".

Natasha walked over quickly, as she looked into the room Y/N was sleeping soundly.... Steve was sat in the chair next to her..... with a baby??!!

"What the fuck...... she.... she was pregnant???" Nat said turning to face the men behind her.

"What??" Bucky asked walking over to see for himself.... when he saw Steve holding the tiny baby in a yellow blanket he turned to the others looking horrified.

"Yep, a healthy baby girl. Born at 04:34am weighing 5lb 9oz delivered by yours truly!" Tony said sounding pleased of himself.

"How is that possible..... theres no way...." Nat was saying quietly to no one in particular.

"If you’re this shocked, can you imagine how shes feeling?" Bruce said nodded towards the room.

"Is it Steve's?" Nat asked seeing him holding the tiny baby and smiling.

"They say its not, she wont tell us who the father is until shes had a chance to tell him first"

"So she didnt know she was pregnant?" Bucky asked from beside Nat, his eyes glued to the tiny baby in Steves arms.

"Not a clue. She thought she had bad stomach flu" Bruce answered looking over her chart.

"She had been sick, she told me she thought it was stomach flu before we left. This is huge!"

"No shit" Tony rolled his eyes "she's gonna be out for a while, you want me to call you when she wakes up?"

"Yeah that would be good" Nat nodded

"I'm gonna check in with Steve quickly and make sure he’s okay" Bucky said and walked toward the room.

"just keep it down i don't want her waking up yet, shes had a tough night"

"Sure" Bucky nodded and headed inside.

Steve looked up when he heard the door open and smiled at his best friend.

"Guess you guys heard about the unexpected visitor we had" Steve said looking down at the baby in his arms.

"Yeah.... they just told us.... a..are they both okay?"

"Yeah they’re both perfect. Y/N is wiped out but after what she went through i cant say i blame her. It was amazing Buck!"

"You were there?... for the birth?"

"Yeah she wouldn't let me leave" he chuckled "that woman has got one hell of a grip i tell ya! Nearly crushed my hands. And this little lady..... i cant stop staring at her Buck! Shes so tiny and perfect. Look!" Steve motioned for Bucky to come and take a closer look at the baby.

"Wow.... shes beautiful! Look at her tiny little hands...."

"She keeps making the cutest little cooing sounds i swear my heart is melting for this kid" Steve gushed as Bucky pulled up a seat "You wanna hold her?" Steve offered his friend.

"No.... no i might hurt her" he said looking down at his metal arm.

"You wont, it'll be fine. Besides i really need to go to the bathroom"

"Oh... Okay" he said letting out a shaky breath as Steve stood up and passed him the baby.

"You good?" Steve asked checking with Bucky before he left.

"Yeah.... i got her" he nodded settling the baby in his flesh arm.

"I'll be right back" Steve assured him before slipping out quietly.

The room was quiet as i slowly opened my eyes, i could already sense there was someone else in here with me but just assumed it was Steve still. When i turned to look i was shocked to see Bucky sitting in the chair holding the baby.

"Hey..... you’re back" i said quietly so i didn't surprise him.

"Hey, Yeah we got back about an hour ago" he replied with a small smile "you had a busy night huh?"

"You could say that" i said pulling myself up in the bed so i was sitting up against the pillows.

"She's perfect Y/N" Bucky stated looking down at the yellow bundle in his arms.

"Yeah she is" i agreed "Buck....she's yours" I added quickly, there was no easy way to tell him that he was a dad "you know that right?"

"I had a feeling she might be" he nodded slowly and gave me a smile. Bucky seemed surprisingly calm about the whole thing actually.

"I swear i had no idea i was pregnant! I would've told you if i did. Having this dropped on you is huge.... i mean we're not even together! It was a one time thing and now we're parents!" I rambled away nervously "i was still going on missions for christ sake!"

"Y/N you didn't know, of course you'd still go on missions"

"I don't expect you to be okay with this, i can do this on my own.... no one needs to know shes yours, if thats what you want?"

"Is that what you want?" Bucky asked looking at me with sad eyes.

"No! Of course i want you to be apart of her life.... she needs her dad too. Im not ashamed to tell people she's yours Buck" i added knowing that was what he was really asking. He was asking if i was embarrassed about people finding out i had slept with him "but if you’re not ready for this i completely understand, i wont pressure you into it".

"Hey, you’re awake" Steve said smiling as he walked back into the room again interrupting whatever conversation i was having with Bucky.

"Yeah" i nodded with a quick smile before looking over at Bucky holding our daughter.....It really was a beautiful sight, he was being so careful with her. Steve must have noticed something in the way i looked at Bucky and Bucky was looking at his daughter because he suddenly let out an "oh my god....".

Bucky and i both looked up at him with wide eyes "what?" We said in unison waiting for Steve to tell us what was wrong.

"Is.... is she...." he pointed at Bucky and looked at you for confirmation.

"Yeah, she's Bucky's" i confirmed casually trying my best to act like this wasn't a huge deal.

"I didn't even know you two were a thing.....you never said anything Buck?"

"We're not together Steve thats why he never said anything" i said to save Bucky having to explain to his friend.

"So it was just a one time thing?"

"Yeah" i said with a shrug, i was trying my hardest to kept my shit together and keep calm. Keep my heart from trying to explode from my chest, i was pretty sure the two super soldiers could hear my heart racing though.

"Hey Steve, could you ask Nat to bring me a change of clothes down i really need to take a shower i feel disgusting" i said changing the subject before it became any more awkward.

"Sure, i know shes waiting to see you and meet this one here" he nodded to the baby in Bucky's arms "speaking of.... shes gonna need a name, have you thought about it yet?"

"Not yet, i don't want to rush into it and regret it. Parents normally have 9 months to decide on a name not 9 hours"

"Fair point" Steve chuckled "i'll go get Nat for you".

"Thanks.....hey Steve?" i called getting his attention as he reached the door.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for being there for me today, it means a lot"

"Of course" he blushed before leaving me alone with Bucky and our daughter.

"I wish i could've been there" he said quietly "I'm sorry doll".

"Its fine, we didn't know what was going to happen Buck".

He nodded slowly but looked kinda sad that he had missed it, or maybe it was because Steve had been there and not him.

"I should go and let you get some rest"

"You can stay, you can watch her while i take a shower if you want?"

"You don't mind? You trust me with her?"

"Of course i do! Buck you’re her dad you’re not going to let anything happen to her".

"Id die before i let anything happen to her" he stated staring lovingly at her.

"See" i said with a chuckle "ive got nothing to worry about. Well almost nothing"

"What do you mean?"

"I have nothing for her, no clothes, diapers....no nursery. All i can do is feed her right now. Tony said he'll take care of it all but i feel bad leaving it all to him"

"He’s probably enjoying it doll you know what he’s like"

"Yeah i know, i just wish i had had time to do all that stuff myself"

"You would've kept her then? If you had found out you were pregnant?"

"I would" i nodded happily and truthfully.

A knock on the door pulled my attention and i turned to see Nat making her way in with a bag.

"Hey sweetheart, i leave you alone for a couple of hours and you go and have a baby?"

"Yeah sorry about that, who knew?" I laughed as she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a tight squeeze.

"Let me see!" She cooed as she walked over to Bucky to get a good look at the tiny bundle in his arms.

"Oh my god shes so precious! Absolute perfection. Y/N.... Can i hold her?"

Bucky looked like he didn't want to part with her but eventually handed her over to Nat gently.

"Hey I'm your auntie Nat. Uncle Bucky doesnt get to hog all the cuddles does he" she said rocking the baby gently.

"Erm about that Nat..... its not Uncle Buck.... she's his daughter"

Nat looked up at me with wide eyes and then looked at Bucky "what?? When did that happen??!" She said loudly causing the baby to stir slightly "shhhh im sorry baby girl go back to sleep" she said quietly.

"I'll give you two a few minutes to talk, i'll come back to watch our girl while you take your shower"

"Thanks Buck" i smiled and watched him leave the room.

"Sooooo, spill! You never told me you and Barnes were a thing!"

"We're not a thing, it was just the once"

"When?? You didn't even tell me you two slept together! We're supposed to be best friends!"

"You remember that mission we went on, the one where we had to stay at that safe house for the night to make sure they weren't tailing us?"

"Alaska?"

"Yep that would be the one. We were both beat up and were helping each other clean up.... one thing led to another and here we are" i said pointing to my baby daughter in Nat's arms.

"And it was just a one time thing...."

"Yeah, it never happened again. He acted like nothing had happened the morning after so i didn't make a big deal about it. We just carried on as normal" i shrugged.

"Did you want things to change? With you and Bucky i mean"

"Honestly? I was hoping it would" i finally admitted "i had liked him for ages Nat and when we finally.... i thought maybe he felt the same way. But clearly i was wrong"

"Y/N..... you should tell him! You guys have a daughter now"

"Thats not gonna make him suddenly want me Nat" i laughed "it doesn't matter anyway, I've already accepted that we'll only ever be friends" i said as i slowly climbed out of bed to grab the bag that Nat had brought with her.

"Hey be careful!" She said taking a few steps towards me.

"Im fine Nat just a bit sore, i can get out of Bed by myself" i told her as the door opened and Bucky came walking back in.

"take it easy doll, should you even be up and about yet?"

"Guys I'm fine, really" i tried to tell them "i just need a shower"

"Okay, Buck you wanna take your girl and i'll get momma to the shower" Nat said handing over the baby, he soon had his daughter settled against his chest and took a seat again.

"You’re a natural Barnes" Nat said sounding surprised walking over to me and taking the bag "lets go get you cleaned up".

"I wont be long Buck, you okay with her?" I asked wanting to make sure he felt comfortable being left alone.

"We're good, go take care of yourself. We'll be waiting for you when you get back" he smiled.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #winter soldier #bucky fanfic #bucky imagine #bucky x you #sebastian stan #unexpectedarrival #steve x reader #natasha romanoff

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2-fast-2-curious · 6 years

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Let Me In Your Ocean

Masterlist for Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Original Request: Can you please write a Peter x reader where he makes her squirt for the first time and she's kind of embarrassed but he thinks it was super hot?

Warnings: oral (female receiving), embarrassment, dirty talking, intercourse, fingering, unprotected sex

Words: 2400

Author’s Note: Peter’s an adult in this one. So it’s Peter’s first time making you squirt. I feel like you can tell how sexually frustrated I am by the turn around time on my requests. Kind of inspired by Swim by Chase Atlantic.

You were painting your toenails as you and your friend engaged in your weekly catch-up call. She had moved away after school so the two of you made it a priority to keep in touch.

“We had our fourth date yesterday and after the movie, I asked him if he wanted to come in, and you know.”

You bit your lip as you concentrated on keeping the polish on the nail of your baby toe. “Yeah? And?”

“Best sex of my life. We could not keep our hands off of each other and we were so in sync. He just knew...you know what I mean?”

You made a light humming noise to fake agreement, you could not relate to her at all if you were honest.

“Y/N, are you still there?” Your friend asked.

You broke the awkward silence and answered her question. “Peter and I aren't really like that.” It wasn't that the sex between the two of you was bad, your sex life just wasn't as uninhibited as your friends. It was good, Peter was respectful to you and your boundaries and very sweet.

“Right, are you still hung up over what happened with that jerk from a couple years ago?”

Your blush felt as deep as the maroon varnish covering your toes. “It was really embarrassing, okay? Forgive me if I don't want to screw up the first decent relationship I've been in.”

“You said it yourself, Peter's not like all the other guys before him, he's special to you.” You smiled, thinking about your boyfriend, you were currently in one of his hoodies, you loved to bury your face in the material and just inhale the scent of clean laundry mixed with Peter. “Besides, maybe it was just a one-time thing.”

“It wasn't a one-time thing, it's happened when I'm by myself too.” Usually, when that would happen, you'd lie to Peter and tell him you had changed the sheets because you thought the old ones needed to be washed.

“Wait, so has Peter never made you come before?”

You scoffed, “Of course, he's made me come” Lots of times, sometimes even multiple times a day. “I wouldn't be living with some guy who couldn't give me an orgasm, it's just that when it feels too intense I'll ask him to hold off until I can reign myself in before we start again.” Peter had stamina unlike any other guy you had been with and it worked well in your favour.

“As sweet and gentlemanly your boyfriend seems I guarantee you he's had to have seen it happen before in porn and shit.” You applied the shiny clear top coat to your toes, you smiled imagining Peter's lustful expression as he jerked himself off. “Who knows Y/N, maybe it'd even turn him on.”

You were preparing a sarcastic retort when your friend's phone chimed. “Oh shit, that's the guy from last night, is it okay if we wrap it up and pick up next week.”

You agreed, you had pretty much exhausted every possible topic under the sun and the two of you exchanged your goodbyes.

“Hey gorgeous,” Peter said kissing your cheek. God he was so quiet sometimes you didn't hear him when he came in. “I love the colour.” His arms were wrapped behind you and he was planting light kisses on your neck. He picked your foot up in his hands, playing with the toes. “I think the colour's going to look even better when they're over my shoulder and down my back, don't you think?”

Normally you'd giggle at Peter's attempt to be suave but something about his words and demeanour had your parties dampening. Were you actually buying Peter's dirty talk for once?

You turned your head and giving Peter some kisses on his jawline.“Babe, how much of my conversation did you hear?”

“I heard enough.” Peter began moving the hoodie off of your shoulder, giving little kisses to your shoulder and back. “All this time I thought you were my sweet innocent princess that I needed to take things slow with.”

Peter’s hands roamed underneath the hoodie, discovering you weren’t wearing a bra. He pinched and pulled at your nipples as they stiffened under his touch. “Who knew I had such a cock hungry slut on my hands.”

You moaned, as a response to his touch and his words. You helped Peter take the hoodie off of you, leaving you in your underwear. Peter shifted his position so his mouth could have access to your breasts. “You have the most amazing tits baby girl.”

Peter pressed kisses all over your chest occasionally swirling his tongue around the areola of each breast. You signed blissfully as Peter sucked on each breast. “I'm going to kind of rough with you tonight, is that okay baby?”

“Oh Peter, that would be more than all right.” You replied you licked your lip as you watched Peter strip off his clothes so he could be as naked as you were.

You reached your hands out, tracing the contours of Peter’s muscular torso. “If you want me to stop just yell cinnamon and I will stop whatever I'm doing, no questions asked.”

“That sounds perfect.” You had never had sex that required a safeword but you trusted Peter and you knew he would never want to intentionally hurt you.

Peter threw you over his shoulder. You always had no idea how he was able to do that. But Peter never made you feel any less than secure when he lifted your feet off the ground, his grip on you was steady, never showing any chances of wavering. As you made your way to your shared bedroom, Peter had his hands on your butt, groping and smacking the globes of flesh. Peter moved his hands between your legs, touching the wet fabric of your panties. “Wow Y/N, you’re soaked.”

Peter stroked his fingers, up and down your panty covered seam, applying the perfect amount of pressure. “That’s all you Peter, I had no idea you were so filthy. Your dirty talking and naughtiness made me so wet, baby.”

Peter lifted your body off of his shoulder and dropped you in the middle of the bed. He crawled up on the bed so he was between your legs. He pulled your panties to the side and took a moment just to admire the sight. Your soaked pussy, pulsing clit and plump labia lips, every part of your pussy was so tempting when it was exposed like this. All these parts of you were waiting for Peter’s tongue and hands and he didn’t know what he wanted to do first.

Peter placed each of your legs on either shoulder and buried his face between your legs. He swiped his tongue in a zigzag motion revelling in the taste of your wetness. “Tastes so good baby, your little pussy is so fucking juicy.”

“Just for you, babe” You replied from your perch on the mountain of pillows. Peter burrowed his tongue into your cream coated hole and added his fingers, lightly pinching your clit.

“You ready for my fingers?” Peter asked, collecting your wetness to lubricate his fingers.

You nodded. “Yes, Peter, I want you so bad.”

You bucked your hips, showing Peter you wanted him closer. Peter added one finger, testing the waters before adding another, you were so pretty, looking down at Peter with your lust blown expression, your pussy hugging his digits.

“The most gorgeous creature I’ve ever seen. Why doesn’t my girl show me how much she loves my fingers by fucking herself on them?” You bounced yourself a couple of times on his fingers as Peter turned his attention to kissing the soft skin of your breasts.

“Such a good little slut.” Peter took over as he moved his fingers, causing you to mew helplessly. He lightly kissed your clit as he continued fingering you, it couldn’t remember if his fingers had ever been that deep before, he expertly curled them, prodding the spongy surface of your G-spot. You couldn’t believe that your boyfriend was hiding a sex god underneath his sweet exterior.

You felt your orgasm coming, your breaths were getting shorter and you were feeling light-headed. “Peter, I can’t...”

“If you really want me to stop you know the magic word.” Peter looked up at you through his lashes, he loved how vulnerable you looked, at that moment, your pleasure was completely at his mercy. The eye contact between the two of you showed Peter that you could trust him and that was enough to make you come right then and there.

“Peter” You panted “I’m going to-” Peter was relentless, going back to suck your clit into his mouth. “If you don’t want me to-”

Peter released your clit from his mouth momentarily. “Trust me Y/N, I want you. All of you.”

You let out a moan, not caring if the neighbours were going to complain. “Peter!” You screamed his name as he stimulated your g-spot and clit. You could feel your wetness gushing out of you, all over your boyfriend and bedsheets, and Peter eagerly lapped up what he could.

Despite Peter’s actions, you still felt deeply embarrassed, your cheeks were hot and you pulled the covers up, over your head.

Peter crawled up your body, caging his body in with his arms, preventing your escape.“Hey, what’s wrong, Y/N?”

“I’m sorry.” You tangled your fingers in Peter’s wet curls, you weren’t sure if that was sweat or you.

“What are you sorry about?” Peter asked tracing patterns on your wet thighs. “That you squirted on me?”

You nodded, still refusing to look at Peter.“You don’t need to apologize for that Y/N. If anything, I should be thanking you. You gave me a front row seat to the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Peter gently cupped your face, turning you so he could kiss you deeply. You could taste yourself on his tongue.

The two of you continued kissing, Peter pulled you closer to him and you could feel his hardness pressing against your bottom. “See how hard you made me? Baby, that’s all you.”

“Peter, I want you inside of me. Please. I want to make you cum, I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.” You straddled Peter, grasping his cock and jerking him to make sure he was nice and hard. You rubbed Peter’s length against your thigh to use the wetness to ensure he would enter you with ease.

“Take me, Y/N” Peter said gently pulling your hips so the tip of his cock gently pressed against your entrance. You sunk down slowly, you were already so wet. “You feel so good, Y/N.”

You knew that Peter received pleasure from pleasuring you and genuinely enjoyed eating you out due to how vocal you were. You didn’t mind that tonight wouldn’t be one of your marathon sex sessions. Especially after you had come so hard earlier. Your velvety folds always consumed Peter’s thoughts, sometimes it was hard for him to concentrate on anything else. And there was so much to see as you continued to ride your boyfriend, your breasts bouncing freely, your face twisted up in pleasure. One of the hands were on your hip, keeping you steady as his thumb brushed against your clit. His other hand was on your breast, squeezing at the mounds of flesh to his heart’s content.

“I think I’m going to...” Peter trailed off, as he flipped you over. He was now in control and was free to fuck you at whatever tempo, he saw fit while his hands were free to grab and play with whatever part of you he wanted.

“Please cum inside of me Peter, you always make me feel so good. All I wanna to do is make you feel good. Can you come for me?”

He buried his face into your neck, marking you. “You don’t have to ask me twice.” He swirled his fingers against your clit, lightly touching your sensitive lower lips that were wrapped around him so nicely. “But first, I want to make you squirt again.”

Peter punctuated his words with a couple of extra hard thrusts. “Can you do that for me, Y/N?”

Your face was pressed against the pillows so your desperate moans came out muffled. “Yes, I want to come around your cock so badly, I want to squirt for you and soak you.”

There was a symphony of sounds from you and Peter. His thrusts grew more erratic, your pussy was pulsing as you gave in to the intense sensation fully, shaking as your release coated your and Peter’s thighs. When you were finished you could feel his hot cum flooding out of your pussy.

You looked down at the mess between your legs that was dripping down onto the sheets. You began to move off of Peter so you could clean up the mess. But Peter kissed your temple. “Don’t worry babe, I’ve got it.”

He reluctantly slips out of you and you felt disappointingly empty. He wrapped you up in a blanket and carried you over to the chair in the corner of the room.

Peter stripped the sheets from the bed, threw them into the washing machine and grabbed new ones from the linen closet. You snuggled into the blanket as you watched your naked boyfriend be all domestic and shit. He was cute as fuck, you were the luckiest girl in the world. “So... what are you going to tell your friend next week?” He asked you as he tucked in the fitted sheets. You mentally made a note to have Peter in charge of the sheets from this point forward as his impressive arm span allowed him to finish the task relatively quickly

You held together your makeshift blanket dress with your hands as you sat on the freshly changed sheets.“I’m going to thank her for indirectly being responsible for the best sex of my life.”

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Daniel appreciation post

I have a little rat bastard named Daniel Kelly Hammond and everyone hates him but he's a good man.

This daft motherfucker is hated by just about everyone in the story but I love and appreciate him, and here's why:

He had no idea Jackson and Sean were finally together when he and Sean hooked up.

He deeply regretted banging a taken man and tried dozens of time to apologize only to be shut down.

He works ridiculously hard to keep himself in college, paying all he's remaining fees himself because he only got a partial scholarship.

He does everything he can to not be a burden on his aunts because he knows they didn't have to take him in.

He feels bad for his mother rather than hating her despite her abusive tendencies that had eventually led to his own father's death.

He tries ridiculously hard to stay positive despite his shitty situation, but still acknowledges his own mental health and need to go to therapy and take his antidepressants.

•He's not the bad guy!!!

Something to consider next time you read about Jackson being a bitch.

Also an excerpt from later on in the book:

He went to bed knowing he had plenty to think over now, and as his eyes fluttered shut wondered what the future had in store for him. He drifted off, and then woke up somewhere entirely new.

Jackson was beyond confused to see that he had woken up in a dark, snowy environment he had no recognition of. From what he could see, he was resting in a chair on the back end of an old fishing boat. Out front, a dim yellow light shone off into the distance illuminating the falling snow ahead. He got up and made his way forward, noticing only then the moving shadow of a person drifting across the snowy background. When he turned the corner he was in complete disbelief seeing who it was.

“Daniel?” He gasped.

The figure turned to look at him and clearly couldn’t believe his eyes either.

“Clarke? How the hell did you manage to get all the way out here?” Daniel flared.

“I honestly have no idea. How are you here?”

“I don’t know either to tell the truth, but last I checked I was on this boat alone.”

If he were honest, Jackson was pretty disappointed seeing just how upset Daniel was seeing him. He’d realized what an asshole he’d been to Daniel a long time ago, and he’d really thought this would be his chance to finally make amends with him. He also, however, completely understood why Daniel wouldn’t want to.

“Fine,” He said. “I’ll take the loss. I guess I’ll just go wait back where I woke up and maybe I’ll end up home again.”

Without another word, Jackson turned right back around and did just what he said he would. He didn’t take into consideration just how cold it was as he sat and waited, before long he was curled up and shivering. He listened to the waves as he waited, thinking about what could’ve turned Daniel since he’d last seen him. Jackson thought he’d finally come around since he didn’t kill him, but then again, maybe he just didn’t want that blood on his hands.

“I guess I can’t really blame him though, can I?” He muttered to himself.

Boy was he right about that. He couldn’t help but think back to all of the times he’d treated Daniel like shit since they’d met. If he were to put them all together he’d have an entire weeks worth of video footage. The worst part was that he often didn’t even realize what he was doing. It just kept happening that he was so caught up in his own shit that…

“Hey.” He heard from behind him.

… That he didn’t even realize what was happening around him. Jackson turned to see Daniel behind him, who tossed him a thick jacket.

“It’s pretty cold out man, I’m pretty sure we're somewhere in the Arctic.” Daniel huffed, not looking Jackson in the eye.

Jackson muttered thanks in return, wasting no time before putting it on. Daniel lead him into the sheltered part of the boat where a space heater was kept so he could warm up, but the icy silence between them started to prove to be the real issue.

“Daniel...” Jackson tried breaking the silence, not quite knowing how.

“You’re an asshole, you know that?” Daniel chose for him.

“Oh yeah. That one just seems to be a given with me I guess.” Jackson let out a pained laugh.

Again he was left with nothing but a glimpse of a cold glare from Daniel, then a chilled silence.

“I’m sorry about all that you know.” Jackson reached out.

“And you should be.” Daniel retorted, leaving him hanging.

“Look, Daniel, I know I treated you like absolute garbage, but honestly I finally realized it was me who’s been the asshole. Hell, all the shit I was mad at you over wasn’t even your damn fault.” He paused a moment. “Shit, if anything, I'm the bad guy here.”

“Yea, you kinda are.” Daniel retorted, seeming to retreat again after a second. “It’s just… Well, Sean’s been there for me our whole damn lives, then suddenly he grows a ‘conscience’ and up and leaves? All ‘cause of what anyway? Some foreign twink he met like a month ago?” He finally stopped himself, looking away.

“Did you just call me a twink?”

“That’s beside the point!”

It took them a second, but they both couldn’t help laughing at that.

“But anyway,” Daniel continued. “It was just kinda bullshit man, I was pretty much left stranded there.”

“I can get that.” They stayed quiet again for a moment. “Damn, even I’d be pretty pissed with my dumbass if I’d have known that. Shit, I am. Of course my stupid twink self had to go and latch on to the first asshole who’d look my way. I guess I just really missed my childhood ‘friend.’ Then again, that bitch turned out to be some murderous psychopath anyway.”

“You’ve got some pretty shit taste in guys, huh?” Daniel joked.

“Boy, are you right about that!” Jackson laughed. “What’s that say about you then?”

“Whaddya mean by that?”

“Sean and Tobias? Same shit choices as me man.”

“Oh yeah right, I’m not gay dude.”

“Hold up, what?” Jackson stopped. “You’ve literally only ever been interested in guys as far as I’ve seen. Shit, you’ve definitely fucked at least two.”

Daniel froze up at this.

“Wh- I- That-” He seemed to be getting flustered. “Shit, I’m gay aren’t I?”

“You really need me to tell you that?”

“Well, I just- I’ve never really thought about it before. Definitely never admitted it before.” Daniel submitted.

“Really? How?”

“I don’t know, my mom’s just really against gays so I never even considered it in the first place.”

“Oh, wow.” Jackson was . “Daniel, I am so sorry…”

“Don’t be man, that one’s not your fault.”

“Still, that’s gotta be pretty damn rough. I don’t know how I could live without my mom’s support. She’s got my it comes to just about everything.”

“Must be nice. But hey, it’s not like it’s much of an issue anymore. I’d been living with my aunts since I was like fifteen.”

“Aunts? So like-”

“Yea! Man, they’re great. It’s really cool actually having an example of a normal healthy relationship in my life. Guess the psychological damage on me was already done though.”

“That’s actually incredible man! I guess it’s too bad I’ll never actually get to meet them though, they sound great.” Jackson gushed.

“Maybe you could if you ever get off this boat, let me write their address down for you.”

Jackson couldn’t help grinning at how happy Daniel looked writing it out for him on little notecard. He honestly couldn’t even remember a time when Daniel seemed happy to be around him in the first place. Daniel handed him the address and sat back in his chair.

“Man, it actually feels pretty damn nice to admit it. Now that I think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever had a connection with a chick beyond being friends.” Daniel laughed. “So what’s that mean now? Am I like… out of the closet or whatever it was?”

“Yea, I guess so.” Jackson smiled at him.

They sat quietly for a short while looking out at the snow.

“You know what?” Daniel interrupted the quiet. “I’m sorry too Jackson, for not seeing that Sean was the problem that whole damn time.”

“He had good intentions, but that fucker sure made a mess of things, huh?”

“You got that right.” He laughed. “I’ll be honest, I hope we get to see each other again Jackson, I get the feeling you’ll be out of here much quicker than I will.”

“Me too Daniel, me too.”

With that, despite having just woken up Jackson's eyelids grew heavy again, returning him to his cell with sunlight streaming in onto his eyes.

In conclusion, Daniel deserves love too.

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