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domripley · 7 days

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Caught in a Grey Web

pairing: yelena belova x reader

warnings: dark yelena, sir kink, dark au, noncon, noncon anal, ignored safewords, facefucking, face slapping, degradation, yelena is m e a n, gaslighting, manipulation, boot kink, mentions vomiting/throwing up on a strap but does not happen, gagging, cheating

summary: you try and try and try, but yelena never listens.

gif credit | edited by my lovely girlfriend @specialinterestshows 🥰

prompt: “You can take it.”

word count: 5,060

shlyukha - slut | kotenok - kitten | malen'kiy odin - little one

You took a deep breath, pacing back and forth as you listened to the music blaring on your floor. Most of the team that shared a floor with you were out on a mission, including Yelena. You were thankful for that - her being on the mission gave you time to decide if you want to still be in a relationship with the Russian. You loved her - you really did, but you couldn’t take much more of her any longer. In front of the team, she was laid back and chill, funny and surprisingly very kind. Behind closed doors, it was a different story. She was angry, mean, and when things didn’t go her way between the two of you, she loved to hurt you.

You couldn’t tell anyone, though, being the newest Avenger; and with Yelena’s sister being Natasha, you were stuck. Finally, you came up with a plan: you were just going to tell her that things weren’t working between the two of you. If Yelena were to ask why, you would tell her that you wanted to be just friends so you could focus more on training. Which wasn’t a lie, completely; you wanted to go on more missions with the team.

You turned off the music as soon as you saw the quinjet land, not wanting to make Yelena angrier in case the mission went sour. If it did, you wouldn’t be able to break up with her, knowing that it would set her off. Not only did you not want to do that for yourself, but you also wanted to avoid as much confrontation as possible.

Thirty minutes went by and you watched from a couch as Natasha walked into the room. She gave you a small smile, nodding towards you. You smiled back, trying your best to relax as she continued into her room. Biting the nail on your thumb, you flinched as Yelena finally made her way into the room.

”Babe,” she snapped, causing you to stand up instinctively, “Get into our room, now.”

You did as you were told, rushing to your shared room as Yelena followed suit. Once the two of you were in the room and Yelena had shut and locked it, she turned to you.

“So,” she said quickly, giving you an expectant look.

“So?” you repeated, unsure of what she was trying to get at. You hated when she did this, knowing that you were unaware of what she was meaning.

“I texted you,” Yelena spat. “I want you in our room, naked and waiting for me. Instead, you were out in the common area doing who knows what.”

“I was busy. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to take a nap,” you huffed, trying to push past her - but she wasn’t budging.

“Busy? Busy doing what, shlyukha?” Yelena questioned as she pushed you back towards the bed.

“I’ve been training in the gym. I showered and cooked myself some food today. I’m sorry I didn't do what you asked, but we need to-“ you stopped talking as Yelena wrapped her hand around your throat. Although you were an Avenger, Yelena was a super soldier with ten times more strength than you would ever have in your whole lifetime.

“I’m going to stop you right there, (Your Full Name). All we need to be doing is what I wanted us to do,” Yelena snapped, squeezing your neck a little harder.

“N- No, Yelena, y- you’re hurting me!” you choked out, but she wasn’t having it.

When she finally let go of your neck, you fell on to the bed. Yelena paced back and forth and you knew you had fucked up. You sat up as you watched your girlfriend.

“I have given you a spot on the team, a place to stay other than the shitty apartment you were living in, I make you come, I talked the team out of firing you so many fucking times that I lost count and now you want to break up with me? After everything I have done for you, and this is how you repay me?” Yelena snapped.

You finally let go of the breath you were unaware you were holding once she was done talking. You had never seen Yelena so angry before, even after a mission went horribly wrong. The usually calm and collected Russian you knew in front of the rest of the team was now gone. Although, even after her snapping, all you could think about was how she had convinced the team not to fire you so many times. Did they really not like you? You felt like a fool, thinking back to all those times when your teammates were more of a family to you than anything else. But they all secretly wanted you to leave, and you began to cry.

When Yelena noticed you were crying, she stopped pacing back and forth. Getting close to you, she smiled before leaning down so she was almost touching your face. You turned your head, flinching as she ran her tongue up your cheek, licking away your tears.

“Keep crying, you’re making me so wet,” Yelena hummed. “Now be a good girl and take your clothes off, I’m ready to put this little… argument aside and we can have some fun. Maybe we can watch something after?”

You swallowed your spit, nodding in agreement before pulling your shirt off. You folded it neatly and set it next to you. Yelena watched, not taking her eyes off you once she realized you weren’t wearing a bra.

“Who were you fucking when I was gone?” Yelena accused, crossing her arms over her chest.

“What the fuck, Yelena? No one!” you shouted, unsure of why she was accusing you. At the end of the day, you loved Yelena, even if you thought the two of you were better apart than together. “What are you getting at?”

“I see the way you look at Natasha,” Yelena said, finally taking off her suit. You gave her a weird look, confused as to where she was getting this - getting anything from. It wasn’t making any sense. She had made accusations before, but with Kate. But now Natasha? You looked up to the older Russian, but you would never do anything with her.

“Yelena, what are you trying to get at here?” you snapped back, not wanting to sit there and take it any longer.

You stood up, but Yelena wasn’t having it. Grabbing your neck, she pushed you down onto the floor onto your knees. “No one will never fuck you as good as I do, kotenok. Just remember that when you go fuck others to keep your spot here.”

As soon as her suit was off, Yelena walked away and into the closet. You stayed still, not wanting to get her angrier than what she already was. You began to bite at your nails as you waited, wanting this to be over with as soon as possible. You took a deep breath, jumping as soon as you saw the strapon she was now wearing.

“Yelena, please don’t do this,” you pleaded, “I’m not in the mood anymore, and I would like to sleep.”

“And I would like for you to shut the fuck up,” Yelena snapped, “But don’t you worry, malen'kiy odin, oh no, I’ve got something that will shut you up.”

Yelena grabbed the back of your head as soon as she got closer to you. Gripping the base of the strapon with her free hand, she shoved your head towards it. You kept your mouth closed, shaking your head as she tried to push the toy past your lips. Yelena sighed in frustration; her patience was wearing thin.

“Either you open your mouth and take my fucking cock or I’m going to shove it into your mouth and I really don’t give a fuck if I hurt you,” she threatened, causing you to whimper.

You closed your eyes as you hesitantly opened your mouth, not wanting to find out if Yelena was telling the truth or just bluffing. Without a warning, Yelena pushed the toy all the way into your mouth, causing you to gag as the tip of it hit the back of your throat. You tried to push her away from you as she began to hold you in place with both of her hands - fucking your mouth as fast and rough as she could. You began to cry, unable to handle the way she was doing it. Realizing she wasn’t going to let up, you tried your best to relax your throat as she fucked it, bile fighting to come up, but you weren’t going to let it.

“That’s it, that’s my good, worthless fucktoy,” Yelena moaned, looking down to see the tears running down your face. “Maybe next time I should do your makeup, ruin it before taking pictures, yeah?”

You gagged again, thankful that Yelena pulled out to let you breathe. “Please, Yelena, I-” you began, but she slapped you across the face.

“That’s not what you call me whenever we’re fucking. Correct yourself,” Yelena demanded.

“Please, Sir, I- I don’t think I can take much more of this,” you cried out, unable to stop the tears that were coming out.

Even with how she behaved towards you in private, she had never acted like this before. You hated this and, in the moment, you hated her. If being treated like this was the cost for being an Avenger, you would happily quit and go back to helping your neighborhood. Who would you be leaving? Especially since everyone hated you behind your back.

“You can take it,” Yelena said, running the pads of her thumbs under your eyes. “And you will take it, because I want you to and you do what I want, correct?”

“C- Correct,” you whispered, earning a smile from Yelena.

“Good girl,” she praised, leaning down and kissing you on the lips, “Even after all that fight, you’ll do as I say because I trained you so fucking well. Don’t worry baby, I won’t be angry with you after you take your punishment.”

Yelena grabbed the back of your head once more and this time, when she pushed the strapon inside of your mouth, you almost threw up. She shook her head, pulling the toy out of your mouth, “Absolutely not. You throw up on my cock and we’re going to be having a fucking problem. Understood?”

“Y- Yes, Sir, I understand,” you whimpered. “I’m sorry, please, no more.”

Yelena rolled her eyes, “Fine, I guess we can give that mouth of yours a break.”

“Th- Thank you,” you flinched as Yelena caressed your cheek.

“Oh,” she laughed, “Don’t thank me just yet; we haven’t gotten to your actual punishment.”

“What- But- I thought that was it?” you began, your lip quavering.

Yelena wiped her forehead, laughing at how naive you were acting. “Oh, that was just for arguing with me. The real punishment is to teach you that you’re not leaving me. So get on all fours at the edge of the bed.”

You did as you were told, unsure of what she was planning on doing. You held your breath as Yelena came up behind you. Rubbing the small of your back before lining the tip of the strap against your asshole. You shook your head, crying out, “No, Ye- Sir, you didn’t even prep me! You’re not even using lube, please, you’re going to tear me.”

“Then I suggest you be quiet and relax,” was all Yelena said before she began to try and push it in.

“Red! Red, Sir, red!” you cried out, but Yelena ignored you.

“It’s a punishment, you don’t get to safeword your way out of this,” Yelena snapped, finally getting the toy inside of you. You screamed in pain, unable to relax. “Shut the fuck up, do you want Natasha to barge in here, wondering what the fuck we’re doing?”

“No!” you wailed, causing her to slap your ass.

“Grab the pillow and bite it if you have to. Or do I need to gag you?” Yelena questioned, watching as you grabbed the pillow closest to you. Unfortunately for you, it was hers and it smelled just like her.

“Good girl. Now, I’m going to fuck you roughly and if you don’t come, its okay. But I will be fucking you until I do,” she informed you.

You took a deep breath just as she slammed the rest of it inside of you, fucking you in and out at a bruising pace. You cried silently, trying your best to think of something else as she fucked you, but the pain was so much that you couldn’t think. You felt as if you were being torn in two, and as you felt something warm and wet trickle down your thighs, you knew that you were bleeding. Yelena stayed quiet as she fucked you, focusing on bringing herself over the edge. You closed your eyes, finally being able to focus on something that wasn’t the pain that was shooting through your body. Finally after ten minutes of Yelena fucking your ass non-stop, she came silently. Fucking you through her orgasm, Yelena pulled out of you.

“You’re bleeding a bit, but nothing too serious. You stay here and I’ll go get some stuff to help clean you up, okay?” Yelena said, rubbing your legs as you laid down on your stomach, allowing them to dangle off the bed.

You kept crying silently, unable to move due to the pain you were feeling. You opened your eyes as you heard Yelena come back into the room. To your surprise, she didn’t say anything right away, making her way towards you.

“This is going to sting, but I need to put ointment inside of you,” she warned, voice soft as she put some of the ointment onto her now gloved finger. You cried out as she pushed it inside of you, unsure of how you were able to cry even more, given how much you had already. “I know, baby. It’s okay, you can cry.”

You stopped what you were doing, trying your best to process everything that had just happened. Yelena hurt you and she now had the nerve to tell you that it was okay for you to cry? You didn’t say anything in fear that it would make her angry again; you just laid there and let Yelena clean you up.

Once she was finished, she threw her trash away as you crawled up onto the bed, not bothering to get up and pull down the blanket. Yelena climbed into the bed and kissed the top of your head. “I love you, (Your Full Name). I’ll make sure we can fix any of our issues we’re having, one step at a time.”

“I’m sorry, Yel, I love you too,” you whimpered before drifting off to sleep.

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You woke up with a headache and, to your surprise, Yelena wasn’t in bed with you. You yawned, stretching as the pain from last resurfaced, making you whimper. You got up and went to the bathroom. As you were washing your hands, there was a knock on the door. You rushed to get it, unsure who might be knocking. When you opened the door, you were surprised to see that it was both Kate and Peter, both looking concerned.

“Hey, is everything okay?” Kate asked.

Kate’s room was right next to yours, so you figured she might have heard something. Thankfully, Yelena taught you how to lie well and make it believable. Or, at least, to people like Kate and Peter. If it was Natasha, you would be fucked.

“Yeah! Why wouldn’t it be?” you questioned, trying your best not to sound nervous. The last thing you needed was for Kate to not believe you and run off to say something to Yelena. You hated lying to your friends - well, you knew the truth now - teammates. You hated lying to your teammates, but you needed to. For your safety, for your position on the team. You loved saving the world and helping others, and you didn’t want to stop doing it.

“Last night, I heard you crying and screaming. I’ve heard you two before and it never sounded like that. Peter and I were talking and we’re worried about you,” Kate explained, but you shook your head with a smile.

“I understand why you were worried - rightfully so - but I can assure you that I’m okay. We just got really into a CNC scene and I got a bit too loud, that's all!” you lied, thankful that Kate seemed to believe it. Peter stayed silent and you knew he didn’t believe you, but he wasn’t going to push you to say anything.

“Okay,” Peter said.

“Give me thirty minutes and I’ll come work out with you guys, yeah?” you suggested and they both agreed.

As soon as they left, you grabbed clothes and headed into the bathroom. Once you were in the shower, you began to cry. You wanted to leave the tower and go back to your shitty apartment. Maybe you could still be an Avenger? But you didn’t want to be around Yelena or anyone that you now knew hated you behind your back.

When you were done in your shower, you got dressed quickly. Making your way to the gym, you were excited to get your mind off Yelena and what had happened last night. Unfortunately, luck was not on your side when you stepped into the gym and found Yelena training with both Natasha and Steve.

You moved quickly, making your way towards Kate and Peter without acknowledging Yelena. If she wanted to act like the best girlfriend in front of others, you weren’t going to give her any attention.

Training with both Peter and Kate turned out to be a great distraction, even if Yelena constantly looked in your direction. She looked angry each time you didn’t acknowledge her, but soon let it go when Natasha or Steve started talking to her.

“Hey, are you okay?” Kate asked. You gave her a confused look.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” you questioned.

“You’re bleeding, it’s all over the back of your shorts,” Kate whispered as soon as she was closer to you. You were thankful that she hadn’t said it loud enough for others to hear.

You began to panic, not realizing the stress of training would irritate your wounds. But Kate handed you her hoodie, she said, “Here take this, you can bring it back to me whenever.”

You wrapped it around your waist - rushing out of the room, not realizing that Yelena was right behind you. Once you got to your room, you began to cry as you took your shorts and underwear off.

“What’s wrong?” Yelena asked as she came into the room.

“You! That’s what’s wrong,” you cried out. “I’m not superhuman, I can't heal overnight like most of you can!”

“What? What are you talking about?” Yelena asked, playing dumb.

“You hurt me really bad and because I was training, I strained myself. I bled through my shorts and Kate saw that,” you cried as Yelena moved closer to you.

“I should have told you that you won’t be able to train for a week or so until that fully heals. I’m sorry, baby,” Yelena frowned.”I’m going to put more ointment in you so it’ll help, okay?”

“N- No, I need to see a doctor.” you whimpered.

Yelena shook her head, “Absolutely not. I’m not risking you telling them I hurt you when this was your fault. I will ask Tony for some medicine for you and you’ll be resting for a week or so until I see it’s fully healed. Okay?”

You nodded, not wanting to fight with her. “Okay.”

Yelena helped put ointment inside of you, but this time it didn’t hurt as much as last night. As soon as she was done, you grabbed a pair of underwear along with a new pair of shorts.

“I love you, (Your Full Name),” Yelena sighed.

“I love you too, Yel. Is it okay if I stay here for a bit? I’m kind of tired, and since I can’t train, I want to take a nap.”

“Of course,” Yelena said. “Would you like me to bring you some lunch? Wanda’s cooking today, but I can always go get you some food?”

“Either or is fine, thank you,” you laid down on the bed.

As soon as Yelena left the room, you drifted off to sleep. You were exhausted and needed to rest as much as your body was going to allow.

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You woke up as soon as you hit the floor of your room, unsure what was going on until you opened your eyes. Yelena was in her suit and she was furious.

“Why the fuck is Kate asking questions?” Yelena asked, kicking your leg as you tried to stand up. You cried out in pain as Yelena kicked you once more, this time your stomach. You gripped your stomach, trying to protect yourself as Yelena began to kick you repeatedly without stopping this time.

“I told her we were just doing a scene and I got too loud! I’m sorry, please! Please stop kicking me!” you pleaded.

Yelena stopped, “Spread your legs.”

You hesitantly did as she told you to do, biting your lip as you waited for what Yelena was going to do next. She moved so she was standing right in front of you and just as you closed your eyes, she stomped on your clothed pussy. Keeping her foot on you, she pushed it against you, smirking at how you were whimpering.

“You like when I stomp on your cunt? Fucking pathetic,” she laughed. “Go on, grind against it.”

You started to grind, trying your best to make yourself feel good, but it wasn’t doing anything for you. Yelena grew bored, pulling her foot away from you.

“You need to get Kate to stop asking so many fucking questions. I’ve taught you how to lie good, haven't I?”

You nodded, “You have, and I tried my best. I thought that she believed me. I’m- I’m sorry.”

“If you’re so fucking sorry, get up and go fucking try and convince Kate that nothing is wrong and that you’re fine. Or do I need to start telling people that you’re the one being abusive? The whole team already doesn’t fucking like you, who are they going to believe?” Yelena threatened.

“No, no, no. I’ll make things right, okay?”

You breathed a sigh of relief as she walked out of the room to get ready with the team for a mission, you assumed. Another mission you weren’t needed for. You wiped the tears from your eyes before you made your way into the bathroom to wash up. The last thing you needed was for Kate to find you with your eyes red and puffy; you would never get her to believe you then.

Once you cleaned yourself up, you left the room to go find Kate. You needed to make this right, not wanting the team to fire you over Yelena’s lie. Even though you knew they wanted to fire you anyway.

You looked everywhere in the tower and Kate was nowhere to be found. You weren’t sure if she was on the mission alongside Yelena, but that made no sense, given how your girlfriend was acting.

When you found Peter, you called out to him. “Hey, have you seen Kate?” you asked as Peter turned around to look at you.

“I haven’t, but she’s not on a mission. Have you checked her room?” Peter suggested.

“I have not, I’ll go do that now,” you said.

You made your way to the elevators, bouncing your leg nervously as you waited for it to reach the first floor of the Avengers tower. When you heard the ‘ding’ of the elevator, you rushed inside just as the doors opened. The doors were about to shut when someone stopped them, making you look up. To your surprise, it was Natasha. You would think she would have gone on the mission that Yelena was on, too, but here she was.

“What floor?” you asked as the door shut, and Natasha chuckled.

“The same one as you, I’m assuming,” she said, looking at her phone as you clicked the button for the thirtieth floor. “Listen, whatever my sister is doing to you: I’m sorry.”

You looked at her with surprise written on your face, you stuttered, “W-What? She’s not doing anything to me. What are you talking about?”

Nastasha shook her head, putting her phone in her pocket. “You can’t lie to me; you’re bruised and you barely talk to anyone anymore. Can’t lie, either.”

“I’m- I’m not lying,” you lied, and you knew you weren’t fooling her. Or anyone, for that matter.

“Well,” Natasha commented, pulling her phone out of her pocket, “If you need anything, I will help you, (Your Last Name). With whatever. People on the team like you and enjoy your presence.”

Before you could say anything, the elevator stopped on your shared floor. Natasha walked to her room as you made your way to Kate’s. You were confused, unsure of how to process what Yelena’s own sister had said to you. How did she know? Was that a trap? Did you pass? All of these questions were running through your head. Reaching Kate’s door, you brought your hand up and were just about to knock before you heard Yelena’s voice.

Didn’t she just leave for a mission?

Kate had told you that if you ever needed her or wanted to hang out when she wasn’t on a mission (or vice versa) you could always come in without knocking. You took a deep breath, opening the door slowly. You weren’t sure if you really heard what you did, so you wanted to be as calm as possible. Your eyes widened in shock as you saw Kate on her knees with Yelena standing in front of her, her suit pants around her ankles.

“Be a good girl, little Hawk, and get my cock nice and wet for that pretty little pussy of yours,” Yelena moaned.

You bit your lip, unsure what to do. You wanted to say something, anything - but the words weren’t coming out. Instead, you just sat there and watched as Kate wrapped her lips around the strapon and Yelena allowed her to suck it at her own pace. She never did that with you; always being rough with you and fucking your face even though you had told her early on that you hated it - but she never listened.

”Kate Bishop,” she sighed as Kate picked up her pace.

You had forgotten where you were for a second and then it really hit you. Your best friend was fucking your girlfriend, Yelena. Was this why Yelena had gotten meaner recently? You coughed, finally letting them know that they had been caught.

“(Your Name)! I-” Kate began but Yelena cut her off.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Yelena snapped, moving away from Kate.

“What the fuck are you doing, Yelena?” you asked calmly, not wanting to raise your voice. You didn’t want any of your other teammates to come in and see what was going on.

“We weren’t doing anything, so how about you leave the room? You and I can have a discussion after Kate and I are done talking,” Yelena said, getting far too close for comfort.

“Oh yeah? Then why are your pants around your ankles and why was her mouth on the strapon you’re wearing?” you questioned, refusing to back down. You’d had enough of her shit, and this was the last straw.

“Either you do as I say or you will be off the team faster than you can say ‘please no’,” Yelena smirked.

Your eyes widened - you weren’t expecting Yelena to say that out loud in front of anyone. You looked down at the ground, not saying a word. You turned around and headed out of the room, feeling defeated. You couldn’t believe that Yelena would do that to you, but a part of you wasn’t all that surprised. Yelena was right about one thing: your teammates hated you secretly and this was just the proof you needed. Kate was your best friend on the team, but now you were sure that your friendship had never been real at all. It broke your heart even more than Yelena. You hated feeling this way, but neither of them gave you any choice.

You made your way back to your shared room and as soon as the door was shut, you began packing up your things. You were preparing to leave the tower and quit being an Avenger - as much as you wanted to be one. You couldn’t be here, knowing that Yelena was doing that behind your back, making you go back to your room so she could finish what she had been doing with Kate.

Yelena barged in, slamming the door behind her. “What the fuck was that, (Your Full Name)? Why the fuck would you barge in like that?”

You gave her an odd look, unsure of how to feel about what Yelena was saying. “What the fuck are you talking about? You told me to go and make Kate believe that nothing is wrong between us, but instead, I find her with your strapon down her throat! But I’m the bad guy for barging into her room. You’re such a fucking-”

Yelena slapped you across the face as hard as she could, causing you to fall on the ground. Your vision went blurry as you grip your cheek - the tears pricking the corner of your eyes.

“You’re not going to talk to me like that, malen'kiy odin,” Yelena snapped, grabbing you by the collar of your shirt. “I was trying to prove my point: that no one but me likes you. Did I not prove it to you?”

“You did, pl- please don’t hurt me again,” you pleaded, and Yelena smiled softly.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Yelena said, “I do think you need to make up for this little outburst.”

“What- how?” you asked.

“You’ll let me fuck Kate.”

#dark yelena belova #dark yelena #dark au #my writing #mine

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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years

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could I have "when i say run, i need you to do as i say and don’t even think about me." For a anti x male or gn reader as a promt from the protective protective list?

of course!!! love it when people request things from characters I have written for in a while <3

You couldn't move.

Dozens of sleek black barrels pointed at you both like a silent death sentence. Harsh red lights washed over everyones face, giving the impression that the hallways was bathed from head to toe with blood. Which wasn't too far from the truth.

Buzzers both distant and near blared into the air. The sound covered up the painful moans of scientists turned blobs of deformed flesh on the ground. Something that you would have been thankful for if the circumstances were different.

"Alter 114209!" Someone yelled somewhat fearfully from the semi circle of armed gaurds. "Stand down or we'll shoot!"

You slowly turned to look at the person, er, thing, that they were speaking to. You could feel your eyes darting around his rigid face with fear. Gaze uncertain.

Anti bared his teeth with a harsh cackle.

"If you don't put your hands in the air in the next ten seconds, my men will fire!!"

His fingers twitched. Itching to latch around someone's neck you supposed. It was funny, really, how little you knew about this demon despite spending the past thirty six hours of your life dedicated to helping him and a few other people escape this madhouse.

"When I say run (Y/n)—" He growled, white pupils burning with hatred. "—I need you to do as I say and don't even think about me. Got it?" His gaze was petrifying. It reminded you of a story you had been forced to read and over analyze in class years ago. An ancient greek myth about a hideous monster that could turn people to stone.

Swallowing at that moment felt like you were trying to force a wad of dry cotten down your throat, but you managed a small nod. Anti gave a curt one back to you in return.

"Just don't do anything to Chase." Was all you managed to wisper back before the first bullet cracked through the air.

And Anti let hell loose.

#anti #anti x reader #antisepticeye #antisepticeye x reader #alter 114209 #iris #iris x reader #jse #jse lore #septic ego #septic ego x reader #jse x reader #request #writing prompt

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her-acts-of-cruelty · 1 year

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it’s over, isn’t it?

theres a lack of lemon content and i am here to change that

this is some domestic stuff i wrote out of spite, because we as a fandom are not exploiting the thomas thing

written for the sexy @suniico

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“You’ve got to be taking the piss” he’s wide eyed and leaning away from you in defeat, “how have you never seen thomas the tank engine?”

You shrug, ”not something i really put on, fireman sam was good though”

“Love, I don’t think this relationship can go on much longer, I have to educate you” he hunches over to grab the remote to the tv.

“Do i get a say in this?”

“No, you’re gonna stop, watch, and learn and then after the first episode I am going to quiz you on what occurred” he points an accusatory finger at you, flicking through the channels without even thinking about it as the familiar theme tune begun to blare out.

“Great to meet you Mr. Lemon, sir, thought we had finished with school huh?” you groan, leaning back against your citrus lover.

“This is more important than school ever was, Thomas is a way of life” he insists, gesturing to the train rolling onto the screen.

Unfortunately, you enjoyed the show more than you expected to, and it lasted way more than you thought a children’s cartoon should. It wasn’t quite like a spiritual experience, which must have been the case for Lemon, but you were definitely pleasantly surprised. And, as promised he began asking you quick fire questions, ones like “who was the fat controller? What was the moral of the story? How many trains passed Gordon by?”. By some weird twist of luck, you had gotten every question right, which earned you a content hum from lemon, “Alright, maybe you did pay attention, good job love.”

“And now?” you raise an eyebrow

“And now what?”

You scoff, “Well i was expecting, i dunno, a prize? A reward?”

He laughs softly, turning to face you, “and what did you have in mind?”

Shuffling the smallest bit closer, your eyes drift to his lips, “oh i dunno-”

His comical expression fades and he leans into you- only to be stopped by the intrusion of your hand, “you can do the dishes, and finish the laundry, as you thought you could get away with leaving your blood stained work clothes on the brand new bloody carpet”

A pained huff is all that comes from him at first, “really?”

You get up, “c’mon, i’ve got stuff to do too, what would thomas say?” you half mock him, now realising the weight you had to use against him.

“Fuck off, don’t use thomas against me! You got me excited then, thought me might y’know, bless the new couch” he wiggles his eyebrows at that last part, looking up at you for approval.

Much to his dismay you scoff, “thomas is right there on that screen, you wouldn’t want him seeing that would you?”

“Oh so im being cockblocked by thomas now? christ almighty” he rests his head in his hands, reevaluating his life choices.

“Well, ill let you get prepared to do the dishes, thinking of popping out to get a crate of something?” you do an awkward finger gun gesture, which earns you a disappointed sigh.

“At least get me something would ya? This is a celebration, you lost your train-ginity!”

You give him a disgusted glare, “my what?”

“You heard me, you got to experience the magic train”

Laughing, you walk out into the hallway to get your coat and shoes on, “i see why tangerine gets pissy whenever you bring up thomas now, did you give him the same lecture?”

Hes stood in the doorway now, leaning against it’s frame, “funny enough, no, because he would wake up every morning at 7am to make sure i didn’t miss an episode, even watched it with me on saturdays”

You shake your head in a wave of disbelief, “Thanks for letting me be the first person you serenade with Thomas the tank engine? Oh, and the sentimental rant?”

He nods full of glee, “not a problem”

You yank the door handle and open the door, “ill see you soon yeah?” you kiss his cheek

“Woah- hang on there-” he says defensively, putting his hands out as a precaution

“What?”

“I’d like a proper kiss if you’re gonna leave me here like this, yknow, to motivate me”

You roll your eyes before smashing your lips against him, getting a grateful noise from him, you pull away a second later though, “happier?”

He stands tall and grins, you cant help but let out an amused chuckle, “good, ill see you soon love” and off you pop

#lemon x reader #domestic fluff #lemon gets cockblocked by thomas the tank engine #author wants a nap its 4am #bullet train movie #tangerine x y/n #lemon #bullet train

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thehappyscavenger · 11 months

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Books Read in July 2023

This month was crazy. I can't believe I read 8 books. True they were also shorties but I started 2 really huge books as well and made headway into them. WTF.

The House of Skin by Karina Lickorish Quinn

This is a really short novella (about 60 pages) that is a haunting gothic piece. A London artist is adopted by this family of patrons who bring her to their mansion to work. More of a mood vibe than anything. Really liked it.

I Am A Strange Loop by Douglas Hofstadter

This was Hofstadter making a stab at human consciousness and trying to explain what makes humans different from machines. I'm not sure it works fully but the ideas are interesting. The first third has a lot of math explanations I found confusing tbh so that was a bit of a slog to get through but I enjoyed it overall.

My Stupid Intentions by Bernardo Zannoni

Something about books about anthropomorphic animals just get me every time. This is about the exceptional life of a beech marten and is just absolutely soul crushing and beautiful. Pitch perfect, loved it.

Once There Were Wolves by Charlotte McConaghy

This was recommended to me by someone as the best book they read all year and, while I liked it while I was reading it, upon reflection it really falls apart and I hated it.

Part of it is about the rewilding of wolves in Scotland and part of it is a murder mystery following the lead character, a twin, and her sister who was abused so thoroughly she stopped talking. I found the abuse narrative like... shockingly dumb. I mentioned this on a book discussion forum I frequent and they mentioned lots of other books about the Scottish rewilding so I'm excited for that!

Fruit by Brian Francis

So I first heard of this when it came out around 2004 and it sounded interesting but it took me this long to read it! 19 years till I carved out time for this book during which it's become something of a modern Canadian classic.

This is about a little 8th grader in Sarnia who is fat and is struggling with his friendship and sexuality. Just pitch perfect and funny and heartbreaking. Hard recommend.

Bluebeard's Castle by Anna Biller

I got this as an ARC. I like Biller as a filmmaker and I was wondering how her unique style would work as a novel since her dialogue is so weird.

Oddly as it turned out. I feel like a lot of people are either going to hate this or not get it but while it's a very modern book her style of outright stating themes and blaring plot in neon lights is very reminiscent of early gothic works. Like 1700s gothic morality stuff. By the end I was won over by this so worth a shot imo.

Promise by Christi Nogle

Black Mirror-esque stories of worlds set in the near future. Like all short story collections this was mixed but there was plenty to enjoy and it left a favourable impression overall.

Blackouts by Justin Torres

I can't even explain this book except to say it's pretty brilliant. Even though I read an ARC of this I think I'm going to buy it.

It's fictionalized history and reminded me a bit of Autobiography of X even though it's about real people. I loved it though. Highly recommend.

#The House of Skin #Karina Lickorish Quinn #I Am A Strange Loop #Douglas Hofstadter #My Stupid Intentions #Bernardo Zannoni #Fruit #Brian Francis #Bluebeard's Castle #Anna Biller #Promise #Christi Nogle #Blackouts #Justin Torres #currently reading

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spidertgirl · 1 year

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Spider-Gwen and the Case of the Monday Blues

Part One- Monday Morning, So Forlorning

TW: This is just a little pre-Spider-Verse, ITSV Spider-Gwen transromance fic with Peter Parker (AFAB, before coming out). As the story takes through Gwen’s perspective, Patricia is dealt in prose as a woman. This is a plot point. Let me WRITE!!

This is also supposed to be cushy as shit so don’t take this too seriously. I literally finished writing it and immediately copy and pasted it here without any edits so its a bit rough. I just like posting.

Gwen hated Mondays.

Well, more than most. Sundays she tended to stay up all night, either catching up on schoolwork she missed catching criminals, or criminals she missed catching up on schoolwork.

Either way, loud blaring music kept her up far into the night. Last Night’s flavor was a local Hardcore band, mixed with some Beastie Boys, and a bit of Shoegaze.

Her ears were screaming bloody valentines like the worst hangover imaginable, and the wind rushing past them as she swung between skyscrapers did nothing to help. She had to stop and fall onto a nearby taxi just to get some relief.

Which was odd, she would have noticed if she had time to think. Her Sunday routine had long included ear-breaking decibels before and she thought nothing of it. A part wondered if she had just left her earphones in overnight, or taken a few too many hits, but the whole of her was somewhere else.

Something about this morning just drove her Spidey Sense wild. She barely felt it unless danger was right before her. Gwen looked everywhere- no danger. Well, a few dangers. She cautiously stopped a falling passerby, slowed a speeding car, tied a stranger's shoes, and a great deal more simple but thoughtful gestures. It did nothing to heal head, ear, or sense.

But her fears came and past, her school almost came and past before she realized it, and she was quickly distracted by another fear.

“Guess what day it is today?” Patricia asked. Gwen shook her head.

“No, I give up.”

“You didn’t even try! C’mon, one guess.”

“Mmm… the day Mr. Peterson is finally gonna commit to his alopecia and just go bald?” Her friend laughed, and gave her a light push on the shoulder.

“I’m serious!”

“So am I, there are only so many hats in the world that can cover up that sunk cost fallacy.”

“So you have no clue?”

“As clueless as Scooby Doo. Or Cher. Can I change my answer to Cher?”

“Honey, if you’re Cher I’ll get to be Tai.”

“Why Tai? Oh that rhymes!”

“Why Tai, why I always related to her untamable mass of curly hair, my Cheri.”

Gwen realized it was halfway through English and she still didn’t know what Patricia was talking about.

“I’m lost.”

“It’s not that hard Gwen, Mr. Morton is the subject of the sentence because-”

“No, what’s today?”

“One month.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

“Still nothing.”

“Babe, I love you but you really are clueless.”

“What’re you gonna do with me?”

“Maybe throw you out in a box like a cat. Or, I guess a Jar would be more fitting.”

“Wha- oh. Haha, very funny.” She thought for a moment.

“Do the cat’s really get thrown out with a box? I thought they found it. Like a hermit crab.”

“Of course, otherwise it’s just a cruel thing to do, throwing out a cat.”

“Yeah, but they have a bad habit of getting back in. We used to have-”

“This cat named Mary who used to sneak into your house and-”

“We could never quite throw out- what don’t you know about me?”

“Nothing, now think.”

Gwen could only think of Patty throwing her out the window in a glass cup.

Maybe the shock would get her feeling right. She didn’t know if it was sleep deprivation, embarrassment, or some secret third thing that was keeping her from focusing, but it was driving her insane.

She loved Patricia, and she really wanted to do right by her and their relationship. But she knew they had been dating for almost a year at this point, so ‘one month’ didn’t quite make sense. If only this damn fog would leave her head!

And that creepy feeling down her spine, if she could help it. It’s terribly unhelpful to have a spider sense that’s always turned on. Like radar at a metal concert- useless. Absolutely and positively useless.

She took a hit of the dog that bit her between classes, a smooth, poppier song. It almost did the thing, but a tug on her shoulder stopped her and took her headphones before she had the chance.

“What, you avoiding me now?”

“W- No, never! I’m just… kinda out of it.”

“I’m busting your literal and proverbial balls babe. Go to the nurse, see if she can help. And keep thinking!”

Gwen was gonna refuse- super healing and all- but remembered an especially bad hit to the side of her head that knocked her vision out for a few seconds. And apparently some memory too- not good. That’s concussion territory, she thought.

Or not, she didn’t have a super good grasp on medical sciences, but she watched enough scary news stories with her dad about sports medicine to know concussions are common and quick killers.

Still nothing on the date front though. She thought about everything she did a month ago, everything she said. Only the foggiest came through, the rest a mystery.

“What seems to be the problem?”

“I, uh… fell pretty hard and I think I might have a concussion. So… could you check it out?”

The nurse laughed.

“Sure, Bren- is that right?” the nurse eyed her up and down, with a wary eye.

“Gwen, ma’am.”

“Well, Gwen, why do you think you have a concussion?” she said, pulling out a small flashlight.

“Follow my finger.”

“I just feel sorta odd,” she said, eye clinging to finger for dear life.

“Headache?”

“Yeah.”

“Nausea?”

“A little.”

“Confusion?”

“A lot- I mean, huh?”

“Funny girl- loss of consciousness?”

“Uh, when I first… fell?”

“For how long?”

“Oh, a few seconds.” Barely two, by her guess. Not enough for her to lose her footing in the fight, but just enough to distract her, let them get the slightest upper hand.

It was a big job, with some fancy weapons. Not street level crime, this was something bigger. She kept one for questioning, but…

Wait, what happened to him? Gwen was half convinced she let him sit there forever while she went home in a fugue state, but that didn’t seem to likely.

“Ringing in the ears?”

“No, but they’re sensitive.”

“Blurry vision?”

“No? I mean, I wear contacts.”

“Blurrier vision?” Gwen squinted.

“No.”

“Ok, anything else? You can quit following my finger now.” Gwen didn’t realize she followed it right into her coat pocket.

“Oh, sorry. I feel… on edge, I guess.”

“On edge?”

“Yeah. Tingly, frightful.”

“Anxious?”

“Yeah, that’s the word! Anxious- more anxious.”

The nurse walked back to her computer.

“Ok, you probably have a concussion.”

“Shit- I mean-”

“It’s fine. Did you drive here?”

“No, I’m a freshman.”

“Good. Call your dad and have him take you to the hospital.”

“Cool- can I go outside to make the call?”

“No, I don’t think you should honestly be doing any extraneous physical activity.”

Gwen made her phone call in complete view of the nurse, much to her chagrin. The Nurse didn’t even make an effort to turn away- in fact, it seemed like she was watching the detail with great detail!

Gwen did not like this Nurse.

Gwen almost toppled over Patricia.

“Oh, watch where- oh hey. Did you just swing into me? Do you have a concussion?”

“No time to explain- I need makeup wipes.”

Patricia did not look happy.

“I’d actually kind of like to know my if my girlfriend’s got a concussion, actually.” Gwen was taken aback.

“I- shit, I’m sorry, I’m just really in a rush and I’m in a hurry-”

“Spider-Woman shit?”

“Life shit! I finally have life shit again- P, I just need you to start rummaging for your makeup wipes and I’ll explain.”

“Fine,” Patricia said, swinging her bag around and digging through it.

“I totally do have a concussion and I’m super sorry that I don’t remember what day it is but I just snuck out of the nurse’s bathroom to find you because my dad’s about to pick me up and she made me take the phonecall in front of her, and-”

“Here-”

“I thought that would take longer-” Gwen said, grabbing them, before Patricia holds them back.

“And?”

“And? Oh, I love you?”

“Sure, hon. Love you too.”

They both ran to the bathroom and started taking the make up off, four sinks running to hide their chat.

“So what actually is it?”

“It’s your one month transiversary, hun! Or, one month of being out at school.”

“Wait, really? Shit, I had no idea. Do you keep like a… handbook on me at home or something?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“No, I actually kinda would. That’s sorta weird.”

“More of a scrapbook?”

“That’s sorta cute- how do I look?”

“Ready for a Proud Boys rally. Well, drop the wig. And the skirt. And the thigh highs. And the-”

“I get it, I need to change. I’ll be back.”

“Can I watch?” Patty joked from outside the stall.

“I’ll have to charge you!” Gwen said, rummaging through her purse, past her Spiderwoman costume from her morning swing, and pulling out her slacks and sneakers.

“How long do you have?”

“I don’t know, probably a good ten, fifteen minutes. I used a youtube compilation called Ten Hours of People Shititng Farting And Groaning.”

“Weird and gross.”

“Even weirder thing is I had it saved.”

“Ew, gross.”

“Yeah, but pretty clever. Bet you're proud of your ol gir-” when Gwen opened the door, Patty was holding a small colorful parcel, wrapped with ribbon.

“I- is this a gift?”

“Yeah. I was gonna do blue and pink but I figured that’s a lil sus, so it’s red and blue. Basically the same thing. I had to cut up an american flag wrapping paper to make it, so the lace has a few holes that were once stars.”

“Aww, I love a little rebellious flag code violation! This is so sweet Pats, you didn’t have to. Can I open it in the hospital.”

“Oh, not… here?”

“Well it’s been ten minutes so far, and I need time to swing back and find the right window. And honestly I think I probably shouldn’t even swing. Besides, it'll cheer me up, I hate hotel rooms. Sorry, is that not fine?”

“Uh, no. No, it’s totally cool, babe, I get it. I don’t want you to be depressed if you’re there for a while. Call me if you’re there past six and I’ll visit you.”

“Ok- thank you, for everything. I really mean it. I… I don’t know. I owe you something. A lot, really babe. I’m sorry this Spider-Woman thing is such a problem.”

“I get it. Great Power means Great Responsibility.”

“That’s beautiful. Is that from one of your poems?”

“A comic book I read.”

“Figures. See you. Love you,” she added at the end and ran away.

She wondered if she shouldn’t have said anything at all. She always had a bad habit of never knowing when to keep her damn mouth shut, and Spider-Woman only galvanized her wit and ego to dramatic parts. She rarely felt like herself, save for when she was Gwen. When she was with Patty. When she was happy.

She wanted to say all these things, run back into her and find her… but it was probably too late. She’d call her, at least. That’s the least that she could do.

Finding the window was quicker and easier than the run- Gwen’s head just did not let up. She wondered why her supposedly super healing wasn’t helping any. But the door was locked. She stumbled through the window, and sat for a moment composing herself upon the toilet, letting her head settle in the dark room.

But when Gwen stood and walked to the door, where the phone was so perfectly placed…

“Shit, I could’ve sworn I put it there.”

The door creaked open. The Nurse and Gwen’s dad were standing there. Gwen’s dad was holding her phone.

“And you just did, young lady. What’s that- fifteen dollars now?”

“I hate your swear jar.”

“And your hate is expressed in gentle and thought out ways. Why did you leave the room? Actually, how did you even get down?”

“Why did you guys even open the door? I was on the toilet!”

“Usually I make it a habit to respond when my students with brain trauma stop responding and start groaning. Also I didn’t understand why you were so obsessed with selling me Raid Shadow Legends.”

Curse that Autoplay.

To be continued

Chapter Two coming soon!

A Stunning Preview of this Story’s Action Packed Finale!

“What’s that?” Gwen had almost gone to sleep before Patricia’s voice woke her up.

“What?”

“That… blinking red thing?”

“Pat, it’s a hospital, there are a lot of blinking red things.”

“Not really. It’s like, a laser. I mean not really, but it’s super bright. See look, there’s a dot there on the wall.”

Sure enough, Gwen stared on the darkness past her girlfriend… and there was the red light. Blinking. Unmoving.

Gwen was just as paralyzed. She looked to Patricia and Patricia looked back, more frightened.

“What is that

“I don’t know, but whatever it is Gwen… it’s coming from you.”

#spider gwen #itsv #spider-verse #spider verse #trans SpiderGwen #itsv fanfiction #atsv fic #itsv fic #spidergwen fic #spidergwen/peter Parker #trans peter parker #yes this is a period piece #hence the Raid Shadow Legends meme #across the spiderverse fanfiction #Spiderverse fic #ok that’s enough tags I apologize for any spelling errors. this was something small I was writing for myself and I ended up writing way-#more than I expected and in the rush of people sharing fun Spider-Verse fanart I felt inspired to rush it #and post. bc it’d be fun to post fanfics on my tumblr

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my-1heart · 7 months

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Falling on the Ice… and into Love?!

Wriothesley x GN Reader

A concept idea, not really what I usually post but hey it’s a post nonetheless

Notes: it’s a cute lil love story!! OOC Wriothesley?? I don’t play genshin like that and haven’t met him yet so…

So I was talking with my friend and like.. I came across this tiktok and it really got me thinking.

Figure Skater x Hockey Players right?

Now apply that to this man. Now I will be forward to say I don’t really play genshin seriously however I’ve seen clips of this man and he’s terribly funny. But like it’s charming to???

Well anyways, it’s a small idea that I do have little snip-bits on? So enjoy I guess 😭

Roles:

Reader - a figure skater (can be a well known skater or not)

Wriothesley - a decently remarkable hockey play for your city’s hockey team (I am the least knowledgeable on sports so….)

First Meeting:

You had been at the rink since opening trying to get in some practice for an upcoming competition (again, least knowledgeable on sports…) and no one really shows up on a random week day until way later.

Because of such, you had both earbuds (or headphones) on, solely focusing your movements with the music. Unbeknownst to you (as you were too focused in on your practicing) the hockey team had decided to grace the rink today for a little bit of practicing and a little bit of fun.

It was hard to notice others when you had been in your own world with the music slightly blaring. Too busy keeping your focus on your more difficult tricks since you wanted to preform prominently.

You hadn’t been even the slightest bit aware of someone skating towards you until one of them almost collided with you. His skates abruptly turning sideways to stop him caused the scratched ice to spray you which surprised you.

“What the?!” You sputtered, wiping off the wet splotches as best you can before looking at him with a slight glare.

He looked a little panicked, as he spoke. But for some reason you couldn’t hear him. I mean his mouth was moving so obviously… oh right, you were listening to music. Removing your device, you looked at him again.

“What gives??” You asked, a hand on your hip as you waited for his explanation.

“That was my bad..” he replied, awkwardly laughing…

You just stared at him cause hello?? That wasn’t giving you an answer. Upon noticing your face, he scratched the back of his head.

“We almost collided. That was the only way I could think of to avoid it.. sorry.” He explained.

“How does that even happen? I mean.. didn’t you guys just get here?” You asked, confused.

“We’ve been here for the last 30 minutes.” He states, shaking his head.

“Oh…” you replied, wiping a bit at your cheek. You realized now that you weren’t only wet, but cold.. really cold now.

In all honesty though, it was better to be sprayed than heavily injured. With such a big competition coming up… you couldn’t risk it. So you were thankful.

“Sorry again…” he apologized. To which you shook your head.

“It’s fine. Don’t worry” you managed.

Now that the awkwardness settled, you were able to take a good look at him. He was actually quite tall with a decent athletic build. From first glance you would have assumed him to be a football player or something. But hockey works too!

Reluctantly through the awkward silence he dragged convinced you to come over and meet the rest of the players.

Honestly speaking, it was a bit scary I mean from how you knew they play from all the clips and shots you saw, they were pretty intimidating. But upon speaking, they were really calm and friendly even.

In actuality, a few were fanboying over such a skilled figure being from the city they played for. And vice versa on your end. It’s not everyday you meet such well known people after all.

How you get together:

By the end of the first meeting, Wrio exchanged his contact info with you. A friendly gesture if anything.

I mean you two were aiming to be friends after that encounter.

And then out of respect or just wanting to see you again… Wrio would often send you information of where they were playing. Even going as far as sending digital tickets to you in the event that you could attend. And because it was from him, he managed to snag really good seats!

And on your end, you would tell him about your competitions. If he had the time he’d tune in digitally or even showing up in person with flowers for you win or lose.

As much as you guys did talk outside of your careers, it didn’t last too long since you both were busy with your seasonal sports.

Even attempting to talk late into the night would be cut short by either of you or even both falling asleep mid conversation.

After awhile, you both became a constant in each other’s lives and routines. Often finding it weird if you didn’t speak at least once a day. At some point, Wrio began to feel more than just weird. He began to develop feelings.

As a result, he would make moves. At first unnoticeable as they could be played off as just the right thing to do between friends, but as time progressed… it was more obvious.

And at some point you began to pick up on it. From the fresh flowers being more frequent as he was there more often at your competitions to almost always taking you out after for dinner.

If anything, you were more touched than anything. He never pushed his feelings onto you and even kept them suppressed when the two of you would hang out. He kept it respective considering the stress you were under.

And he picked up on your reciprocation. I mean a guy can hope to assume right? After pining for months on end…

But everyone cracks at some point and crack he did. On the last day of your last competition for the season, he showed up again. Taking you out for dinner again.

Upon eating dinner, he finally spoke.

“I think… it’s finally appropriate for me to come clean.” He said abruptly.

With that simple sentence, you looked at him a bit worried. Nothing good ever came from sentences like that.

“It’s nothing bad.” He added upon your expression. A small breath of relief.

“I’m listening.” You replied, looking at him.

“I want to express that… I like you. A lot more than I thought. And after realizing you’ve been reciprocating… I could only hope to assume you feel the same?” He explained, his eyes straying from your hard gaze.

“Oh… I knew you did and I.. feel the same. I mean, you’ve been so patient with me and so caring. I just… I’ve been happy.” You admitted, trying not to stumble over your words.

“You really…? I mean I thought… but y’know… assuming only gets you so far- What I mean to say is.. uhm… I hope our next outing could be a date? Whenever you want. Wherever you want. Does that… sound doable?” He asked, stumbling more than he had thought.

“Of course. That sounds delightful.” You nodded, smiling earnestly.

End notes:

So yeah that was basically my idea.

Ty @shortnessangel for listening to my little brain dump of it cause she’s the best actually.

I definitely have more notions and ideas for this but idk if I’ll post them 😭

December 7, 2023

#zuzu’s creations #genshin impact #genshin impact wriothesley #genshin #genshin wriothesley #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #genshin fontaine #fontaine #fontaine x reader

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adventuresinobx · 2 years

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Sunsets

Austin North x fem!reader

Summary: Austin loves having quiet nights out with you, watching the sunset together, just like you love 🥰

A/N: Can’t believe it’s taken me so long to write an Austin story but here we go! Hope you like it ❤️

Warnings: Nothing, this is just pure fluff.

You and Austin liked to spend your evenings doing coupley things. You were lucky; you didn’t have an office / base so when Austin filmed in Charleston, you could join him in the city he called home for several months. You rarely got to go to work with him though; he was always super busy on set and you worked from home - well his apartment - during the day. The wifi was decent in his trailer, but not good enough for a full time work shift of Zoom meetings and don’t even let you get started on how NOISY he was. In fact, you preferred when he was at work on the days you had meetings.

But when you both finished for the day, Austin would be straight back to the house to pick you up and head to the beach with you. Some nights, you’d grab the picnic you made during your lunch break and chuck it in the back of the car, before he drove out to your favourite beach - the quietest one in the area. You two would have music blaring in the car, singing your hearts out as he drove along the bridge towards the beach.

The sun was slowly setting, just in the early stages of it, but the two of you raced in the car to the beach, desperate to catch the full sunset. Golden hour looked so good on Austin, but it was his company that you loved the most. He handed you the bag of blankets from the back of the car, him carrying the hamper as he headed to the place where you both liked to chill. It was your spot - and it was perfectly secluded.

Once you walked the length of the beach from the car park, you arrived at your favourite spot and immediately set to work on laying the blankets down for both of you to sit on. You saved another blanket, which you sometimes used to keep yourself warm after the sun had set. He put the hamper down on the edge of the blanket, taking the things you packed out of it and smiling as he realised you packed his favourite snack ever.

“Rushed to the shops to get some today,” you said gleefully, as he leant in to press a kiss against your lips to say thank you for the present.

“You’re the best baby,” he replied, running his hand through your hair and letting it rest on your cheek for a few moments. Gosh he was so cute, you thought to yourself as you turned your head to kiss the palm of his hand softly. He always loved that and would go weak at the feeling of your lips on his skin.

Once everything was settled and in place, you sat down on the blanket, him taking a seat next to you. He had his legs crossed, knees up and he was leaning on his knees with his elbows. You immediately found your comfy position, leaning on one of his legs, your head resting on his shoulder as you both looked towards the sea. You caught him briefly flicking his eyes over to look at you a few times; you doing the exact same to him too every now and again - he was just addictive.

“How was work?” you asked after a few moments of comfortable silence, your hand rubbing up and down his arm, something he really loved. As you listened to him wax lyrical about today’s shoot and how “Topper deserves a break, he’s not a bad guy”, you started to draw little shapes on his skin with your finger. He loved that, and he’d always do it on your back when the two of you were laying in bed together cuddling.

You loved hearing him talk about work, he was so passionate about his career. But you still took the mick out of him for his Disney Channel days. Like when he had to say his full name - at the doctors, on the phone, filming promo videos for the show. “Hey, I’m Austin North-“ he’d start to say, and before he could add any more, you’d always look over and mouth “and you’re watching the Disney Channel”. He knew it was in good faith though and he found it just as funny as you did.

He flung his arm over your shoulder once the wind started picking up, feeding you the strawberries you had packed for dessert with his other hand. You reached in to the punnet to get some for him too. If you had been watching this from the outside, you’d been cringing hard but because it was you and him, you thought it was the most adorable thing in the entire world.

“You’re getting goosebumps baby, are you cold?” he asked, rubbing your arm as he paused his watching of the golden hues disappear into the horizon to check that you were ok. He looked at you, his eyes meeting yours as he offered a warm smile. He leant in and kissed you softly on the lips, holding his lips against yours for a moment as he snuggled up to you.

He pulled away from you for a moment, just to reach forward and get the hoodie he packed for you out of the bag. It was one of his favourites; he’d had it for years now, but it was your comfort one and he would never not let you have it if you wanted it. You didn’t have to ask this time, he knew you well enough to know when you were getting cold. He pulled the blanket up that you’d both reserved to cover your legs up and he handed you his hoodie, your favourite one.

“Comfy?” he asked, turning to face you as he wrapped his arms tighter around you. He pulled away for a moment to look at you and how cute you looked in his clothing. He noticed you’d made the sleeves into sweater paws because you were so cold, but he didn’t dare tell you it was time to go because he knew you would have been angry if he ever cut the date short.

“More than you know,” you replied, placing your head on his shoulder, his arms around you as he rubbed your arms to keep you warm. He kept himself close to you, letting his body radiate heat onto yours.

“I love you,” he whispered, turning his head to press his lips against the crown of your head gently.

“I love you too,” you replied, watching the final oranges and yellows of the sunset fall beneath the clouds.

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katsukiflr · 3 years

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are you mine? — denki kaminari

pairing: denki kaminari + fem!reader

warnings: 18+, oral (f receiving), fingering, overstimulation, pwp, dirty talk, praise, degradation, dumbification, crying, dom!denki, sub!reader, denki lowkey being obsessed with your clit, aged up denki

genre: pwp, friends to lovers, smut.

7046 words

countless flirting, teasing remarks, inside jokes, and group hangouts have somehow found their way to denki’s head in between your thighs while a certain arctic monkeys song echos in the background.

a/n: HEY lol i’ve spent months on this n so enjoy getting ur cooch ate

denki was just within reach, merely a couch over and yet you stayed completely glued to the love seat. he was running his mouth with some friends of his, arms draped over the edge of the plush furniture, throwing his head back with a boisterous laugh that rang through your ears.

the atmosphere was blaring to say the least, various shades of pink and purple lights illuminating the crowded room. red solo cups scattered across the messy counters accompanied by numerous beverages. the air filled by lively sounds of laughter, chatter, screams and howls, and raucous music which you recognized as an arctic monkeys album.

through the mob and exuberant hue of the crowded room, your gaze rested upon the blonde boy who sat just ten feet away from you. kirishima, mina, bakugo, and sero had all come along with the two of you to the party, it was supposedly a “friend group thing”. but, as the night grew older, they had disappeared off into the sea of people leaving the two of you to do your own thing. you, not knowing anyone else separate from your own group of friends, chose to sit back and observe the vibrant crowd around you. denki had found some other friends to chat with which currently surrounded him on the couch.

his eyes met yours which had been unconsciously lingering upon him. he cracked a crooked smile, patting the empty surface next to him and motioning for you to come over. you jumped at the oppertunity to be in the company of someone else from your friend group in a house of strangers, especially since it just so happened to be the boy you liked.

you picked up your phone and purse that rested next to you, eagerly standing up from the couch and making your way over to him with a grin forming upon your face.

as you got closer to denki, you could really get a good look at his chosen party attire. as your eyes raked over him you felt your heart flutter. he looked so good. he wore ripped black jeans that revealed just enough of his toned thighs, a white baggy shirt, his signature choker, and silver rings adorning his long fingers. he had subtle black eyeliner smudged under his lower eyelids, something you assumed mina had convinced him into putting on.

“took you long enough, i was waiting for you.” he chuckled.

“sorry.” you roll your eyes with a lighthearted giggle, slightly nervous fingers inattentively toying with the fabric of your skirt. you then hesitantly sat down on the couch surrounded by strangers, looking up and scanning the new faces around you. denki introduced you to each of his friends. you shook all of their hands and chatted a bit to break the ice. before you knew it you were all throwing your heads back and laughing as you shared embarrassing stories about you and denki.

“don’t forget about the time when i spilled yogurt all over your shirt in the cafeteria. you had to wear backup shirt and it just happened to be my shirt from a britney spears concert!”

denki elbowed you with a loud snort making all of you erupt into a fit of laughter.

“or what about the time we went to that pond and we were feeding the ducks and you fell face first into the water. i teased you about it for months! i will never get over how funny that shit was.”

you laugh, bringing the palm of your hand to your forehead as you attempt to cover up your slight embarrassment. denki continues laughing and gives you a faux sympathetic pout when he meets your eyes once again. you nudge his leg with your own, head rising up in attempt to redeem your bruised ego.

“don’t act like you haven’t done worse. remember the time you accidentally tied your shoes together and tripped in front of midnight? midnight out of all people!” you taunt. mouth curling up into a devilish smirk as you hear the crowd around you burst into giggles.

denki nudges your knee with his, mirroring your previous actions while his elbow prods against your own. you throw your head back and laugh harder at the embarrassment shown through his actions. your eyes somehow drift downwards and you’re surprised to find his thigh pressed up against yours. sure the two of you have hugged, cuddled, and showed affection as friends but that certainly doesn’t mean you don’t get flustered every time he so much as touched you. to your surprise he doesn’t move from there and stays exactly where he is; your bare thighs that peeked out from under your tennis skirt pressed up against his clothed thigh.

denki’s hand briskly but effortlessly comes up to rest on the plushy revealed surface of your thigh. you practically choke on your own laughter, attempting to cover it up with another chuckle to avoid questioning. your eyes shift to the side where denki sits by you finding his eyes to be already on you. they rake over your face before smiling slyly at you.

his hand felt so warm and nice on you. it would most surely make you want to melt if you weren’t thinking about how his hand would feel a few inches inward, in between your legs. imagining his ring classed fingers plunging in and out of your weeping cunt, probing at the spongy spot that had you quivering and gushing. you almost felt bad having these lewd thoughts at such an innocent gesture.

denki’s hand squeezes at your thigh, tapping it before getting up off of the sofa. “______, come with me.” he proposes, extending his hand for you to take. without hesitation, almost too rapidly, you comply by placing your hand delicately on his. “okay.” you whisper.

his hand envelopes yours before tugging on your wrist gently, pulling you off to who knows where. he takes you through the messy crowd and to an opened door that leads to an unknown room. he motions for you to enter first and hesitantly you step in, not knowing who the room could belong to. it appeared to be an unoccupied guest room judging by the emptiness, lack of clutter on the surfaces of the drawers, no signs of stationary, and absence of clothing.

you make your way to the edge of the bed, sitting down before watching denki as he closes the door.

“any reason you brought me here? i thought you were having fun with your friends?” you question. his eyes flicker from his fumbling fingers to your face and he exhales, “i have to tell you something kinda important” he starts. your eyes soften and you pat the bedspread next to you suggesting that he joins you on the edge of the bed. he inches over to you while continuing to fidget with his hands. the dull sound of music fills your ears, screams muffled due to the thick walls of the closed off area the two of you were in.

he shakily exhales, a pink flush decorating his cheeks, his eyes drifting from the floor to meet yours. “i like you, like a lot. i’ve liked you for as long as i can fucking remember. i’m sorry if this ruins our friendship and for so long i didn’t wanna risk it but here i am because i can’t keep it in any longer.”

his eyes rake over the features of your face looking for any signs of disgust. you feel taken back but can’t control the way your tummy erupts in butterflies at his confession, warmth blooming in your chest and making its way all the way up to the tips of your ears. your mouth had been hanging open in silence for probably too long. the corner of your lips curve into a smile and you place your hand over your mouth. was this real? was the guy you’ve liked for ages actually confessing to you?

“oh my god denki,” you chuckle, practically unable to contain your joy and astonishment. “i like you too, ‘ve liked you for so long.”

his mouth drops open in shock before beaming with a smile so heartfelt it made your insides turn into mush. he felt like he could probably cry at the unexpected happy look on your face and the glee he felt from you reciprocating his feelings. he didn’t even take into consideration that his feelings were mutual, the thought of you being too good for him constantly lingering in the back of his mind. but now after discovering that you felt the same way, he just wanted to shower your face with butterfly kisses, wrap his arms around you, and never let go.

“i didn’t- fuck, holy shit.” he snorts, looking down at his knees bashfully which made you giggle.

“can i- uh, can i kiss you?” he questions with pleading eyes. you felt your entire body grow warm, your limbs suddenly becoming stiff. your breath got caught in your throat, heart ramming against your rib cage with vigor. was this real? you almost wanted to scream in delight, longing for nothing more than to feel his plump lips against your own.

“yeah, yes please.” you sputter. you silently curse at yourself for sounding too eager but you can’t bring yourself to care when denki looks this happy. a smile decorates his face as he reaches for your hand, lacing his long fingers with yours. his warm hands engulfing your own was a feeling you were familiar with and had come to adore. but, after your confessions, the gesture had a completely new meaning. he leans in slowly until his long, blond strands of hair were dangling in front of your eyes. the natural scent of him mixed with pine filled your nose, warm minty breath hovering over your lips. the eyelashes of his now shutting eyes fanned out as they close. his nose nudges your own before pressing his soft lips to yours.

you relish in the feeling of his plump lips against your own and the warmth of his body so close to yours. the kiss was so gentle and tender that it made you dizzy. he tasted like mint and candy and you felt absolutely inherited. he pulls away with flushed cheeks and lidded eyes, gaze flickering over your features checking for any signs of discomfort. amazingly, all he was met with were your lovesick eyes and soft smile.

he leans back in once more and attaches his lips back to yours making you sigh dreamily. you brought a hand up and delicately places it on his clothed chest. your other hand remaining laced with his simply because of how pure the gesture was and how it made your heart swell; you couldn’t bring yourself to let go. he brings his free hand up to your waist gingerly as his lips continuing to move against your own lazily but with precision. he lets go of your hand almost making you frown on his lips. but, to your surprise, he brings his other hand up to grip your waist, gently grabbing the plush of your hips and pulling you closer towards him. you bring your shaky hands up to his shoulders before coming around his neck. meanwhile, your knees were knocking together clumsily but neither of you bothered to care. not after longing for one another for so long and finally having your dreams rest in the palms of your hands.

your whole body felt ablaze, butterflies swarming in your lower tummy. your breath stutters when his tongue swipes over your swollen lips, prying open your mouth before going to intertwine with yours. his tongue was hot against your own, tasting more and more of him with each messy swipe of it. you moan softly against his mouth: a sound that made him desperately dizzy and his eyes tempt to roll back. he moans in response, hands getting restless and the kiss growing sloppier and deeper.

you shift your weight onto your legs and sit up, knees dipping in the velvety comforter of the bed as you go to straddle him, pillowy thighs pressed against his own toned ones. his hands travel down from your hips to knead the soft flesh of your ass through your skirt. you moan softly into his mouth at the feeling of his hands gripping your skin, hands messily threading through his blonde locks. you can feel your body growing pliant against his, lust and want pooling in your tummy, and slick forming against the sheer fabric of your panties.

momentarily, his lips pull away from your own causing you to whine. both of your eyes remain closed as his forehead presses against yours. his chest was heaving slightly; you could feel his breath against your lips due to the close proximity. it had only been meer seconds but you missed the feeling of his tongue, the taste of him, and the feeling of his hands roaming your body. you felt ashamed for being so greedy for him but it was difficult to dwell upon when he seemed just as greedy for you.

“is this okay?” he breathes out, needing your explicit consent before anything could resume.

you nod, “yeah, ‘s okay. everything’s okay with you denki, i feel safe with you.” your heart was beating in your throat, embarrassment making it’s way throughout your body after hearing your last statement out loud.

it was incredibly cliche, all of it was. almost a year of stolen glances, hugs and light touches that left both of you with fluttering hearts, small gestures such as little trinkets that you’d give each other just because you thought the other would enjoy it, snarky remarks, sarcastic comments, heartfelt laughs: the good ones that made your stomach hurt, and trust built over time. all those stupid unspoken words that neither of you had the courage to tell the other, all of it led you into his embrace where he used to pray for you to be.

it was so stupid of him getting giddy over a simple statement, an incredulous smile upon his face. his heart swelled at knowing how much you trusted him. he silently thanked your eyes for being closed knowing that if they weren’t, you would see the rose flush on his cheeks caused by your words.

he hears you whimper against him, suddenly becoming very aware of the fact that you were still straddling him. he silently cursed at himself for thinking about it because now all he could think about was how he could feel the warmth that radiated from your clothed cunt right above him.

“fuck.” he groans. the longing to feel the unclothed heat of you caused his cock to throb against the rough material of his pants. he was so worried about confessing to you that he had completely forgot about what would come next if you reciprocated his feelings. he didn’t even have time to think about it because clearly his dick was thinking more than his brain.

with a sigh he presses his lips back to yours causing you to whine into him. the feeling of your tongues intertwining and his lips moving with yours was far more rough and eager than before. you had to forcefully suppress the urge to buck your hips against him and moan out for how badly you needed him. his big hands grab the softness of your thighs, gripping the doughy flesh between his fingers before pulling you further down atop his cock. you sigh into his mouth at the feeling of it against you, hips rocking into him. the friction against your clit was so good and you can practically feel yourself drooling cream through your little panties.

what was once soft was now all forgotten as his laps travel to the spot just below your ear, kissing your neck, licking and sucking at your jaw, and sighing hot breaths on your collarbone.

“denki,” you keen, head spinning as he continues suckling at the soft skin, no doubt leaving bruises of red and purple behind come morning. your hips twitching and grinding helplessly against one another made it impossible to tell which one of you is needier.

the sound of his name falling past your lips was one which made him dizzy, a sound he wanted to hear again and again and never get tired of. it was painful how badly he wanted to elicit other little sounds from you.

“you’re so hot.” he groans, nipping at the silky fabric of your clothed shoulder. you pull your blouse off hurriedly, tossing it into the darkness as you paw at his shirt which he happily discards. your lips meet his, drowning in them once again after being apart from them for what felt like too long.

denki’s hands slide across the hot skin of your back before finding the clasp of your bra. his kiss swollen lips pulling away from your own. his pupils were blown with lust along with your own, cheeks rosy and his lips parted. denki searches your features for consent. you nod rapidly, growing needier by the minute and desperately needing to feel his tongue against your skin. your bra is slung off into the shadows of the dim-lit room, your breasts now in denki’s view. his mouth drops open, gawking at the supple mounds of flesh, taking in how incredibly soft and pliable they are.

“h-holy shit. ” he rasps, “you’re so beautiful.” the callous of his knuckles brush gently against your puffy nipples. denki’s fingers take each nipple between them and brush against them gingerly, pinching at them so gently it almost felt like he was purposefully doing so. your back arches into his touch at the action, mouth dropping open in a whine.

“denki please.” you whimper.

“shh, i’ll take care of you.” he assures. with fingers digging into your supple thighs, denki picks you by the underside of them and drops you on your back, the silk mattress bouncing beneath you. he takes a moment to admire you in the golden light of the darkened room. his mouth drops open in a low groan as his eyes rake over your figure. your hair was tousled and fanned out against the mattress behind you, the marks he proudly left decorating your neck, your kiss swollen lips wet from your messy kissing, your breasts spilled out against your chest, and your skirt hitching up along with your socks digging into your silky thighs.

he makes his way over to you, his figure hovering over your own. denki’s hands come to grip your breasts, fingers tweaking and toying with your sensitive nipples. he hums as he watches them pebble under his touch. you mewl, body rippling against his touch in bliss. his bruised lips meet your own once more before traveling down the valley of your breasts, kissing at the skin which burned under his lips. he suckles on one of your nipples, tongue tracing the sensitive bud languidly while reviling in the way you thrash under him. “denki” you moan softly, feeling the way his teeth gently graze over your nipples, nipping at them before soothing it over with his tongue.

his tongue licks and sucks it’s way down to the revealed skin of your tummy. he smiles, pressing kisses into the hot skin, kissing at your hips and caressing your skin as if you were made of thin paper and one harsh movement would cause you to crumple beneath him.

his hand travels to your hip, fumbling fingers finding the zipper of your skirt as he continues cupping and licking your breasts. he takes his time worshiping and kissing your skin, leaving no part untouched. his fingers reach to tug at your zipper but before that, his eyes met yours for your permission. “can i, angel? he whispers.

you knew what this was leading to him doing and unexpectedly, a wave of insecurity rushes over you. it was in the same way that a single red shirt in the washing machine colors all the white clothes pink; it starts with one and then it spirals. before you knew it, you wanted to cover yourself up completely. did he really want to go down on you or is it that he felt compelled to because he felt bad for you?

“wait wait, denki. you don’t- you don’t have to.”

denki’s hands freeze in place, his eager expression replaced with one of worry and what you hope to be empathy. he was slightly surprised by your words, how you assumed he didn’t want to eat you out and it was simply out of pity. he tilted his head to the side with wide eyes like a lost puppy. “what’s wrong? _____, are you ok baby? do you want to stop?”

you find his wrist that held the top of your skirt and wrap your fingers around it, your thumbs gently stroking the soft skin. “i’m okay! it’s just...” you tilt your head to the side; suddenly the pale walls of the room were far more interesting than his gaze. you felt the tips of your ears grow warm in embarrassment, “i don’t know denki... what if it’s gross for you? i don’t know.”

you bashfully tilt your head back in his direction, your eyes meeting his golden irises. surprisingly you were met with kind eyes and a tender smile. his free hand reaches down to engulf yours that remained around his wrist, intertwining it with his own. his other hand moves from the zipper of your skirt to cup your face lovingly. you nuzzle yourself into his hand and your lashes flutter closed while you inhale deeply. “i don’t want you to feel that you have do this if you don’t wanna.” you mutter quietly.

he runs his thumb across your cheek, his heart aching at the thought of you feeling unworthy of his own genuine affection. “_____, don’t think for a second i don’t want to do this. i want to make you feel good, i want to taste you. want it so fucking bad you have no idea.” he flashes you a soft grin, “‘kay? if you don’t want this that’s okay sweetheart, we can go do something else. but don’t even think that you don’t deserve this; you deserve to feel good. the fact that you’re letting me touch you like this is fucking— more than i could ever want. i’ve liked you for as long as i can remember so be able to do this for you is literally my dream come true. okay? you deserve to feel good and i’d love to show you how much you deserve it if you’ll let me. will you let me make you feel good angel?”

you feel your heart burst, your cheeks burning impossibly more than they were already. it was like he could see into your mind; your insecurities and negative thoughts were sprawled out in front of him like cards. he suddenly had the winning hand, damn him.

you couldn’t help the emotions bubbling up inside of you, the wave relief and newfound respect for yourself his words brought to you. you hoped your emotions weren’t too visible by your expression. little did you know you were beaming and your eyes were already glassing over with tears.

you nod meekly, “yeah, please.” your glassy yes met his and denki happily responds with a nod of his own. he brings his head up, head ducking down towards yours. he presses his lips to your forehead with a featherlight touch and you smile softly at the action. he then brings his head back down so it’s placed back in front of your hips. he struggles with the back of your tight skirt, fingers curling into it before wiggling the zipper down, peeling it off of your thighs and over your knees.

you’re left in black thigh highs that dig into the flesh of your thighs and thin painties that do nothing to hide your weeping cunt. he groans lowly, eyes raking over your curves and the damp spot in between your legs.

“look at you pretty girl. can’t- can’t even fuckin’ believe you’re real.” he says as he watches you writhe underneath him and your thighs tremble in anticipation. his lips find the soft skin of your exposed tummy and he begins leaving a trail of wet kisses, making his way down your body as his fingers dig into your plush hips. the steady beat of the music echoes throughout the crowded room adjacent to yours, a familiar tune ringing through you ears. you soon recognize it as “R U mine?” by the artic monkeys. the lyrics linger in your mind as denki continues kissing your skin, your mind growing hazy with each peck of his lips.

you whine his name as he presses a kiss to your clothed cunt, tongue running over the warm fresh spot of slick. you grasp at his hair between your fingers and press your hips up into his mouth, it would have all too felt embarrassing if you weren’t so utterly desperate to feel his tongue on you.

he holds your hips down to the bed forecefuly, “stay still. yeah? stay still and i’ll make you cum as many times as you want.”

the cute pitchy whine you let out at his words is heavenly and he suddenly becomes very aware that his patience is growing impossibly thin, threatening to slip away. he dips his fingers into the top of your panties peeling them off of you, a string of slick connects them to your sticky folds and he moans at the sight, wanting nothing more than to feel you gush on his tongue.

“sweetheart, your little pussy is s’cute.”

he grips your thighs in his hands, beginning to press wet open mouth kisses along your skin. he sucks at the warm slick that coats them, once in a while stopping to suck and lick marks that he could admire. you can feel his hot breath against your inner thighs, just within reach of where you needed him most. eventually his face finds its way right in front of your cunt, glossy n soaking. he’s admiring it ravenously, watching you drip cream with every desperate clench. his eyes meet yours, your fluttering lashes closed and fanning against the top of your cheeks, mouth dropping open in a soft moan when he presses a soft kiss to your clit.

your thighs quiver around his head when dips his tongue into your weeping hole and licks up everything you had to offer. “denki, s’good” his eyes peak up from between your thighs and you keen. “please please please-“ he licks up your slit before attaching his lips to your puffy clit, sucking harshly causing your words to become reduced to incomprehensible babbles.

he moans into your drizzling cunt, tongue swiping over your wet folds and toying with your clit. “needy little slut.” he grumbles, his fingers digging in impossibly deeper into your quivering thighs. he’s messy and relentless but it’s so good and your body can’t help but writhe in pleasure.

“aw you’re shaking, does that feel good?” he coos, the condescending edge of his words making your cunny clench and flutter. he relishes in your cries of his name, chanting with fervor your back arches off the mattress that he’s kept pinned you down against. his cock is impossibly hard, it’s almost painful. the blushing pink tip sensitive and neglected, leaking precum all over the inside of his pants. his pants feel tight, too tight. the saccharine taste of you combined with each whimper that leaves your lips has him moaning into your pussy and bucking his hips against the mattress in an attempt to get any kind of relief. he didn’t even care if he came in his pants at this point and with the way you reacted to his touch, he wouldn’t be surprised if he did.

“ ‘s too much!” you cry, tears welling up in your eyes as he suckles on your clit, tongue toying with it softly. he does a particularly harsh suck, sucking it between his wet lips before pulling away with a “pop!” to really hear you cry out and watch your little clit twitch. he lets go of one of your thighs and suddenly a nimble finger prods against your hole before sheathing itself within you. there was practically no resistance, the velvet heat of your gummy walls greeted him eagerly, sucking him in. “denki! ” your hands find their way to his golden hair, tugging brutally which caused denki to whine against your cunt.

“you begged for this, now be a good girl ‘n take it.” he orders whilst his finger curls up, poking at the spongy patch of tissue that has you shaking and moaning. he continues licking at your sticky folds languidly, lips suckling and practically making out with your cunt. his tongue collected your cream, lapping it all up before swallowing with a low moan. it made your entire body tremble and shiver under him. “that’s it, good girl,”

“denki, denki p-please!” you whimper, gluttonous walls clenching avidly, greedy for more. the painful stretch mixed with pure bliss has you blinking tears through your lashes, your bottom raw from biting it so hard. before you could stop it, hot tears began to roll down your burning cheeks. “want more.” you pant. he peers up at you through his lashes, eyes wide in pure adoration and fascination. you were so pliant, your body so responsive to his touch he couldn’t help but marvel at you.

“greedy little thing” he grumbles with a smirk. he slips his other finger into your cunt which easily sucked him in due to how embarrassingly soaked you were. denki’s fingers curled against your doughy walls, searching for the spot that made you see stars. once his fingers nudged it, all you could do was shake and gush, moaning and whining his name as if you were a broken record.

his kissed your clit with the softest suck to really hear you cry out. you hiccup, eyes rolling back, thighs trembling and toes curling. “‘m i making you feel good honey?” he mumbles, pulling away from your puffy clit momentarily and curling his fingers more rapidly. you couldn’t even answer, the feeling of his fingers was making you absolutely dumb. you were incapable of even thinking for yourself anymore.

a broken moan found its way past your lips, messy cunt fluttering around his fingers. denki forced himself to tare his gaze away from your cunny to see the tears streaming down your face accompanied by the blissful and dumb expression you wore. the way your breasts bounced with each thrust of his ring cladded fingers was hypnotizing. “dumb little baby, can’t even answer can you? ‘s okay, dumb sluts don’t have to think.”

denki tore his eyes away from you to watch the way you swallowed his fingers eagerly. he was in awe at the way they were coated in more and more of your translucent white cream with every pump of them inside you. the way slick would gush, dribbling down all the way to his hand and onto the ivory comforter underneath you. he craved more of it, for more of your little noises, and for the way your soft walls clenched and hugged his fingers. denki was overcome with the overwhelming need to be drenched in your dewy slick.

your glassy eyes met his and he couldn’t help but moan, hips bucking into the soft fabric of the mattress in search for any kind of friction. he reattached his mouth to your clit, sucking and licking at the sensitive bud and marveling at the way it felt on his tongue. “denki, ‘m gonna- gonna cum.” you whimper, hands tugging eagerly at his blonde locks. he pants out a light chuckle with a smirk, scissoring his fingers inside you rapidly.

“please, please- d-denki!” you sob as his tongue dips into your fluttering hole, lapping at the saccharine cream gushing out of you. he works his fingers in deeper, dragging the rough pads of his fingertips along your tender walls while resuming his unrelenting assault on your clit. it was so much, you were shaking everywhere and you weren’t even sure you were able to form coherent sentences anymore. your mind was blank from his tongue ‘n fingers, nothing but pleasure coursing through your body. “gonna- cum!”

words couldn’t describe how greedy he was to feel you cum on his tongue. how eager he was to feel your pussy clench oh so tightly around his fingers while you gushed and coated them in the prettiest shades of milky white. denki’s cock twitched at the thought of lapping it all up only to make you do it again and again until you were sobbing. he needed to feel it running down his chin and dripping down his hand.

“yeah bunny? be a good girl and cum on my tongue. c’mon, make me proud”

with one final kiss to your clit, you came with a hiccup and a strangled cry of denki’s name. shocks of white hot pleasure shoot through your body as you drenched his fingers. you trembled, thighs quivering and squeezing at the sides of his head. your lips parted ‘n tongue lolling out, eyelashes fluttering shut, back arching off of the silk mattress, and broken moans leaving your lips as you feel your cunt gush and cream on his tongue. your gummy walls hugged at his fingers tightly, clenching and unclenching as your little hole drooled all over his fingers and trickled down his hand, coating them in milky cream.

“good girl.” he cooed, tongue softly tracing circles on your clit, working you through the crashing waves of your orgasm as you trembled underneath him. he smirked at the way your cunt would flutter and quiver in sensitivity, hips wiggling in an futile attempt to escape his mouth because it was becoming too much. “messy little slut.” he grunts.

your body settles down, the trembling subsiding and your little whines being reduced to small pants and sighs. denki reluctantly pulls away from your cunt, his hair disbelieved and askew from your pulling, apples of his cheeks dusted with pink, pupils blown, and his chin soaked. he looks at you through lidded eyes, chest heaving as he brings his fingers to his mouth before pushing them past his lips. he suckles at the cream that coats them before bringing them out of his mouth with a wet “pop!”

“you did so good for me bunny, came real nice ‘n hard for me, yeah? c’mere.” he makes his way up your body, hand finding the soft skin of your hip and meets your lips. he presses his puffy slick stained ones to your own, your hands cupping his cheeks. he feels you smile softly into the kiss and can’t help but smile back. his hand finds the back of your neck and deepen the kiss. you could taste yourself on his tongue and it shouldn’t have been as hot as it was. it was so nasty and made your cunt throb in sensitivity, your hips bucking into his unexpectedly.

he chuckles, a low sound that rumbled against you. denki pulls away from your lips only to gaze in your eyes to see the greediness held within them. “you want more? hm? you’re so greedy.” he mutters condescendingly. you nod eagerly, fingers coming to thread through his golden hair. you didn’t even have it in you to be embarrassed at this point, you just needed to go dumb from his tongue again.

he kisses your neck softly before bringing his hands back to your thighs, prying them apart and pulling his body down so he was face to face with your glossy cunt once more. “it’s okay pretty girl, just let me take care of you.” he hums. he brings a finger to drag through your messy folds, mouth stretching into a smirk at the milky cream that dripped from it. he dives back in with a moan, kissing ‘n sucking at your clit eagerly. anything to get you to cum on his tongue again and again. he runs his tongue over the raw bud and chuckles when he sees you already shaking underneath him in sensitivity.

“sensitive?” he questions, tongue running up and down your slit, eyes peering up to meet yours.

“y-yeah, fuck.” you whine. he hums in agreement against you and grabs at your thighs, bringing you impossibly closer to his lips with a moan. you were practically grinding your cunt on his face at this point, unable to sit still. he took notice into this and held your hips down, pulling away from your pussy which caused you to whine. “uh uh, stay still.” he orders.

once your hips are pinned down successfully, he resumes his sloppy assault on your cunt. this time, so much slower; practically lazily. he was doing this on purpose of course, to tease you. he wanted to see your hips squirm against nothing, unable to move, and to see more tears spilling down your cheeks.

he traced circles around your clit with his tongue ever so gently, running his tongue down your slit before licking into your gushing hole. he thrusts his tongue in and out of you softly, nose pressed against your clit and cheeks squished against your dripping cunny. the mixture of spit and slick was so messy and couldn’t help but hiccup, tears begin streaming down your hot cheeks once more. you reach out, hand searching to grab something; the sheets, his hair, anything. he smiles against your cunt, bringing his hand up to intertwine with yours.

“denki, it’s s’good. w-wanna cum, please!” you moan brokenly, body trembling with inescapable desire. you could only assume how embarrassing you sounded, hiccuping and begging as if you were a little child throwing a fit.

he brings his mouth back to your puffy clit, grazing it over with his teeth gingerly before sucking it into his mouth. he pulls away and presses another kiss to it, eyes peeking up from in between your legs to see the way tears webbed through your eyelashes and your lips trembled. “shhh,” he coos. “ ‘s okay baby.” he grazes his thumb over your inner thigh reassuringly, silently telling you he’ll take care of you.

you throw your head back against the cushiony pillows once he resumes licking and lapping at your clit, sucking at the bud until it was raw and twitching against his lips. you were so close, he could see and feel your thighs trembling around his head. he was just as and arguably more eager than you were to feel you cum on his tongue. he needed to feel you drench his chin in slick once more, to hear the way you babbled and cried out, and to watch the way your breasts bounced slightly as you shook and gushed. he brought two fingers up to your drooling hole, seething themselves inside you once more in an attempt to bring you over the edge faster.

you felt your impending orgasm as he sucks and spits around your folds, fingering and scissoring your pussy open as his fingers brush over the spongy spot inside you. before you could even comprehend it, you’re gushing and leaking all over his wrist. he just smirks against you, licking at your clit. he can’t contain his amusement as you cream over his face and wiggle underneath his grip, cumming real nice ‘n hard on his tongue once more.

before he can even register it, he’s bucking his hips into the soft mattress underneath him and cumming untocuhed with his face buried in your cunt. he’s moaning into your messy folds; the taste of you and the feeling of his cock twitching and leaking cum in his pants becoming overbearing.

“that’s it, good girl. you’re so good for me pretty baby.” he whispers, out of breath from his orgasm. his thumb grazes over your knuckles as his hand stays intertwined with yours. you have to practically push him away with your hand, his tongue feeling all too much against your sensitive cunt at this point. he manages to detach himself from you though he wanted to feel you do that on his face half a dozen times more. your slick was visibly running down his chin and onto his neck, a few droplets getting onto his white cotton shirt but he doesn’t seem to mind at all.

he makes his way up your body once both of your orgasms have subsided, hands finding their way to your tear stained cheeks and caressing them gently with his thumbs. he presses his lips to both of your cheeks, to the tip of your nose which made you giggle, to your forehead, and then finally to your lips. he whispered praises into your ear, mumbling how good you were for him, how pretty you looked cumming for him, and how lucky he is to have you. all as you press kisses to his cheeks and thread your fingers through his hair.

”oh. oh- denki, do you want me to...?” you question, pulling your head away, eyes flickering over the crotch of his black ripped jeans. you assumed after making you cream on his tongue twice and putting your pleasure happily in front of his own, that his cock was impossibly hard and searching for relief. his cheeks flush rosy pink, eyelashes fluttering shut bashfully and burying his head in your neck for a reason you hadn’t understood yet. he shyly lifts his head and meets your eyes, making sure you saw the obvious flickering his eyes did from yours to the crotch of his pants.

it wasn’t clicking for you.

“i kinda...” he starts, burying his head back in your neck with a groan. once you put the pieces together and gather what he was suggesting, you gasped; mouth dropping open in exasperation. did he really just cum from eating you out? the thought itself sent heat rushing to your cheeks, your chest fluttering, and heat pooling in your tummy.

“denki... did you-, you liked it that much?”

“shut up.”

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for @hajiswife lol u asked for a dt months ago and i’m SO sorry this is so late but i hope u enjoy love <33

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shroudcore · 3 years

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Speak now, or forever hold your peace. (Finale)

Summary: The ghosts may have left, but the wedding they officiated is not something to be easily forgotten. Will unsaid feelings remain hidden? Idia thinks so, after seeing you with your admirers.

Idia x GN!reader. Reader is MC, or takes the role of MC in this story.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Warnings: none

After that 3-star difficulty sidequest, it was finally time for the ghosts to leave. They were filing out through a shimmering silver portal to the Land of the Dead, which you joked about jumping into “for the meme”. Idia was quick to discourage it. The joke would’ve been funny at any other time than right now.

Each ghost made sure to give the newlyweds their congratulations. Each congratulation made Idia want to take off into the night, never to be seen again. It was beyond embarrassing. Unbearable. Way past his limit of social interaction capability. Things were getting way too much to handle for his now-empty Energy bar.

While Idia longed for the comfort and isolation of his dorm room, you were the one who thanked the well-wishers and said the goodbyes—from a safe distance, of course.

“When we return, I want you to meet our baby!” Eliza announced before she stepped into the portal. You and Idia shared a look. As if reading each other’s minds, you checked your schoolmates’ faces for their reactions—which did not disappoint. Different ways of saying “Don’t come back!” filled the hall, in varying degrees of anger and vulgarity. Before she disappeared for good, Eliza huffed and stuck her nose up in the air—an expression that tonight’s failed suitors knew all too well.

At her departure, the portal shrunk into a mere speck until it completely disappeared. Then came the loudest cheers of the night serving as Victory fanfare. It was all over! But before he went, Idia hoped to say goodbye and take a look at you in your suit one last time. Or maybe even ask you to hang out tomorrow, depending on his current Courage level.

While he silently rehearsed his thank-yous and good-byes, he wondered if you knew that you were still holding his hand. He decided not to mention it.

Unfortunately, his brief moment of (weak) celebration was cut short when he noticed that the now-mobile Groom Rejects were approaching. They might as well have red bars floating over their heads to warn him of danger. He froze, contemplating whether to:

> Bear it and stay with you just until he was prepared to say goodbye (+10 relationship points -20 comfort LV)

> Just run off on his own without saying anything, ignoring your calls. (-10 relationship points +10 comfort LV)

For now, he decided to stick with Option 1. Just a little bit longer.

“That was amazing!” Deuce exclaimed, rushing over to give you a high-five. You laughed and met other high-fives, low-fives, fist bumps, and head pats that came your way with that lovely smile of yours.

Suddenly, Ace rips you away from him. Suddenly, you weren’t holding hands anymore. The loud first-year put his arm around you and Idia couldn’t help but notice how easy and natural it looked. Meanwhile, there he was: someone who needed to rehearse his goodbyes.

Clearly, there was a huge level difference here and Idia was the one disadvantaged.

“Our hero!” Ace yelled, inspiring more cheers. The distance between you and Idia grew as your wave of admirers and friends swept you farther and farther away. He was an outsider once again, stuck watching the fun from the sidelines. Their eyes sparkled. Their mouths smiled. Their loud voices laughed and praised you and laughed with you again.

They loved you. And Idia was no different.

Everyone’s Friend and the Weird Shut-in. Was there hope?

“Brother, I’m so glad you’re safe!” Ortho’s voice cut through his stream of thoughts. Immediately, he feels the weight on his shoulders lighten.

He watched as his brother, his beacon of hope, made his way around your fan club until he eventually reached his spot. Ortho wouldn’t care if he looked like a loser, standing there awkwardly at the side all alone. Finally, he was saved.

My savior! “Ortho! Thank you, thank you…”

“No injuries… tense muscles… an increase in cortisol production,” Ortho muttered, frowning. “Are you okay?”

“No…”

Ortho nods. “We’ll return to the dorm, then. But before that, we should thank the Prefect.”

“Oh… right.” Idia looked over to you, still surrounded by your “fans” like the SSR character you were. You listened to Azul, who prattled on and on about something that was oh-so-interesting that you couldn’t take your eyes off him. And Vil judged your suit’s design, reaching out to fix something near your neck. You cracked up at something Floyd said. You posed and smiled beside Cater as he took a selfie with you.

His mind raced as it continuously spotted the students on his list and everything they did. What was so interesting about Azul? What was so funny about Floyd? Did you like Vil’s hardworking, confident attitude? Did you think Cater had a way with words?

He looked away.

“Ortho, I’m going back to my room,” he said with a heavy heart, admitting Defeat. He was underleveled, had zero energy, and zero SP (social points). He’ll see you… some other time. After his cry-sesh, maybe.

“Huh? Don’t you want to talk to the Prefect first?”

“I’ll just… DM them later,” he lied. In truth, all he wanted was to drown himself in a video game while he gorged on candy and tried not to think about you. Ortho’s eyes narrowed, but followed him as he sneakily left the hall anyway.

You’d understand, right?

Once he and Ortho were out, he looked back at the hall doors, hating himself for being too shy and cowardly to make a move. He imagined charging back into the room, wedging himself in between your friends, grabbing your arm, and pulling you away. Then he’ll kabedon you and—

Who was he kidding? He can’t do that, and you probably wouldn’t like that.

“It was terrible, brother. Nobody wanted to help!” Ortho said, and Idia thinks he didn’t need to be reminded that nobody liked him.

“When the Prefect and I reached Diasomnia, we expected them to reject us too…” he mused. “But Malleus Draconia agreed to help us! Can you believe it?”

“Wait… Malleus-shi?”

Ortho nodded enthusiastically. “Yes… because the Prefect talked to him… and then he cast a charm on them to help us ward off those ghosts! It was really nice of him.”

“I see…” Idia knew that you and Malleus were friends. But to actually help you and him? Maybe your relationship with the Diasomnia dorm leader ran deeper than he thought. Why else would he go through that trouble?

“The Prefect volunteered without needing to be asked, you know,” said Ortho, who he now noticed was observing him carefully. Idia tried to ignore the way his brother’s eyes lingered on him as they walked (floated in Ortho’s case).

“...I’m so glad their plan worked!”

Wait, what?

“Volunteered? Their plan?” All this time, he thought you’d been forced to do this by the Headmaster! You did always rant about Crowley promising you different sorts of rewards if you did jobs here and there. But… you got yourself into this mess… all for him?

Idia looked at the hand you held just moments ago and dared not hope again. Maybe you would have done this for anyone else in his place. Maybe you treated everyone the same, and it just so happened that he was the one kidnapped by a ghost bride.

Still, he felt bad for not doing as Ortho said earlier. It was too late to turn back, however, as Idia and Ortho finally reached the Hall of Mirrors.

“Finally… I’m so tired,” said Idia, meaning it in all ways. But as he put one leg forward to enter the door to Ignihyde, he heard someone’s voice, along with the scuffle of shoes against the floor coming closer and closer to where he and Ortho stood.

“Idia, wait up!”

Oh no. It’s you. Enter now! Enter now!

But no matter what his head told him to do, he remained rooted to his spot. He stood still despite his pounding heart, that elevator-like feeling in his stomach, and the blaring alarms in his head.

Object of affection at 5m…

Ortho was probably seeing his vitals going haywire and giving him that look again. He turned to look at his brother… only to not find him there.

Help… oh no…

2m…

“Hey,” you gasped out, catching your breath. “When I turned around, you were gone…”

Yeah, same. Just like Ortho…

No one said a word for a while. The silence was only filled by your heavy breathing as it slowly evened. Inwardly facepalming at himself, he decided to take the chance to tell you everything he should’ve said before he left.

But before he could open his mouth and apologize for leaving, (gods know he had too many things to apologize for after tonight), he was taken into a warm embrace.

OHMYGODSOHMYGODSOHMYGODSOKAYLET’SCALMDOWN

“I thought I was too late.” you mumbled into his suit.

At that moment, without anyone else around, nothing else mattered but the safety of your arms. And damn, how good it felt to be embraced. Did anyone else get these hugs from you? Idia didn’t think so. He hesitantly lifted his arms up and hugged back.

Looking up at the domed castle ceiling, he wondered what he did to deserve something this good.

It’s okay. I can have this. He allows himself to melt into your arms, head drooping down to rest against your neck.

“G-good thing you weren’t,” he finally whispered back, freezing as he heard you sob against his chest. Oh no, oh no, what do you do when your love interest is crying? Quick, quick, pull up the archive of romantic scenes from your memory.

“Hey, hey, I-I’m okay, you see?” he said, patting your back awkwardly. You let go after releasing another sob to wipe your eyes with your sleeve.

“Sorry I got your suit wet,” you said softly, turning your face away. “I’m really, really sorry about what happened there too.”

“About what?”

“The whole wedding thing...” You took a quick look at him but immediately dropped your gaze to the ground.

Idia blushed. “I-It’s okay! D-don’t worry about it… I-”

Come on, say more! Ugh… I hate myself.

You pulled at our vest and slipped something out of it—an envelope. “I… wanted to tell you everything through a letter.”

Tell me what?

“But… Eliza came and took you before I could give it to you.” You avoided his eyes as your fingers tightened around the white envelope. Idia’s breath hitched, expecting you to crumple it. But to his relief, your fingers relaxed. Then, as if it took all your courage, you handed it to him with a slightly shaky hand.

“It's old-fashioned, I know but yeah... just read it!”

In the hall’s silence, he could hear your breaths quicken once again.

“Th-That’s all I came here for. Goodbye!”

Before he knew it, you were running off. Your arm waved frantically from a distance as every step carried you farther, farther away. He lifted his arm to wave back but you never saw it. You were gone and all he had left was the letter.

His curiosity made him impatient. With fast and purposeful steps, he sprinted on the way to his room. What did he feel? Excitement? Dread? An unpleasant mix of both? His room, feeling farther than usual, was the only safe place he could experience whatever it was.

After a lot of walking and almost slipping over someone’s spilled soda (he cursed the shoes those ghosts made him wear. His very own would never fail him like that), he found himself in front of the doors, which slid open, revealing Ortho already inside.

“You left me there!” Idia huffed.

“Couples need alone time, brother,” replied his brother, innocently blinking.

“Wh-wha… we’re not a couple!”

“Hmm? I could’ve sworn the signs were all there...”

A blushing Idia threw off the silly coat those ghosts made him wear and threw it over his desk chair. He sat on the bed, fingers racing to open the envelope. Ortho watched with great interest as two sheets of paper covered in your handwriting slipped out.

Unfolding the first page, Idia took a deep breath and began reading:

Hey Player 1!

Sorry I couldn’t make it tonight last night. Maybe you can show me your new manga tomorrow? I know how excited you are about it. I’m writing this while Grim’s asleep. He’ll never let me hear the end of it otherwise.

I figured that this would be the best way to communicate my thoughts and feelings. This way, you won’t feel pressured to respond immediately. You can open and read it whenever you’re ready, in the safety of your room. I know it’s old-fashioned. But to me, a handwritten letter feels more personal—like I’m giving you a piece of myself. So here’s that piece of myself. Please, handle it with care.

Beware. I’m about to get sentimental and mushy and cheesy and everything you cringe at! I hope you read on, anyway.

First of all, I want you to know how much I admire you. Right from before we were friends, I was impressed by your intelligence and knowledge with technology. I’ve seen nothing like it back home. I always wondered why you hide yourself and those talents away. My curiosity drove me to want to get to know you. I’m glad I did.

You were closed off. To you, I was just another normie. Do you remember? Your dismissal annoyed me, so I challenged you to a 1v1 match. I thought I was good, but you crushed me. I guess that’s where it started: our friendship… and something else. Soon, I found more and more reasons to admire you. Honestly, I find more with each passing day.

I should have known, right from when songs started to make me think of you, that I was falling. I started to see you as, well, more than a friend. Your quick mind, your expressive hair, your soothing voice, your precious grin… your voice when you talk about things you love, your love of cats, and your candy, and your cold hands… Okay, I think you get the point. But if you have time, I could go on forever.

There’s something different in your eyes when you truly care. You say you’re bad at being sentimental and feel-y, but that’s okay! We express love differently. I see your love pour out in the way you perfect every detail on Ortho’s modifications, anyway. I’m sure he knows how much you love him.

I want you to know how special you are to me. You’re so amazing, Idia. I wish you knew that. I want you to know that.

I know it’s hopeless. You’re the young master to a noble house. I’m just… me. A homeless, magicless foreigner with nothing to my name. Nothing to offer but my feelings (and my superb gaming skills of course). I’m not asking nor expecting to be your special someone. But hey, I can be a top-tier teammate. A worthwhile BG opponent. A movie buddy. And most importantly—a friend.

Our time together has always been a highlight of my difficult stay in NRC. The times we hung out in your room were my refuge from the outside world’s demands. Somewhere I was untouchable and safe from harm. Safe from demeaning remarks. Even if you never get back to this letter and decide you never want to see me again, I will always treasure the matches we played, the movies we watched, the candy we shared, and the memes we laughed over.

That’s all of it, really. Please don’t sleep too late. Watch your sugar intake. Listen to Ortho. Take care of yourself.

Oh, and enjoy your new manga.

Your best raid teammate,

Player 2

Wide amber yellow eyes glistened as they repeatedly flitted over the words. A shaky thumb caressed the smudged ink from where a fallen teardrop marked the paper. Burning different shades at once, fire-hair slowly released itself from the tie it was forced into. Now free, it swathed Idia’s back in warmth like it should.

“Th-This can’t be real!” he sputters as he waved your letter around like he was fanning a bonfire. In a way, he was.

However, Idia knew his hair wasn’t the only thing that kept him warm. He stared at the letter and it stared back. But no matter how many times he blinked, the words remained the same. You felt the same.

“What have I done to unlock this route?” Idia clutched the letter to his chest, but noticed he was wrinkling it. “Nooo!” He quickly smoothed it over again.

“They… they like-like me!” Saying it out loud made it more real. It was a fact! It was true all this time! Thinking of everything you did tonight: rescuing him like a true hero, running after him because you couldn’t keep your feelings secret for much longer… he couldn’t stop himself from swooning.

“Like-like… did you mean love?”

“L-love?” Idia exclaimed. He suddenly felt dizzy, so he fell back onto his bed and talked to the ceiling. “It’s too early for that word!”

But he knew the effect which that word had on him didn’t go unnoticed by Ortho. Well, at least he knew now that Idia wasn’t suffering from an illness. Can love be considered an illness? Idia recalls a documentary that said it was. Back then, he ate that up. Love made people do crazy things, after all.

But ‘illness’ wasn’t an apt word to describe this dizzying happiness surging through him, was it? It was way too wonderful for a word like that.

“I’m so glad the Prefect finally confessed!” Ortho bounced happily, reflecting his brother’s joy. “I knew they would do it soon!”

Mouth hanging open, Idia looked at his brother. “Wait… you knew?”

“I’ve known for a while,” Ortho giggled. “Vitals can’t keep secrets!”

***

Contrary to plan, Idia didn’t touch his video games, nor gorge on candy, nor cry himself to sleep. Instead, he replayed the night’s events in his head over and over like a song he couldn’t get enough of. It had been two hours and thirty-five minutes since he read your letter. Two hours and thirty-five minutes since his world was turned upside down. In his reflection on the dark screen of his off tablet, he almost looked different. He saw someone who was admired. Wanted. Loved.

Was that what you saw whenever you looked at him?

Ortho told him what the next move was: asking you out. He was scared. You might have changed his view of himself a bit, but that didn’t mean he was suddenly ready to go the distance and conquer the world, or whatever those overenthusiastic extroverts say. The night was still too much, and maybe he still needed those three weeks of being a complete hermit.

Okay. Maybe with your help, I'll get there little by little.

Perhaps you could watch a movie in his room... Would you be okay with that? You always hung out with him in there. But what if you wanted to do something outside? Eh, maybe it all didn’t matter, as long as you were together.

When he put on his headphones, he knew which song to choose right away. There was one forgotten song in his music library that he couldn’t bring himself to delete. A love song. It wasn’t a bad one, because Idia would never keep a bad song in his music library. It’s just that the lyrics were too happy—its singer so blissfully in love that it amplified the loneliness that had always been there.

Now playing: “Immortal Flowers” — SERPINA

This time, it’ll be different. Tonight, he puts it on repeat. He listens to it with a head for once clear of uncertainties. Instead, he thinks of fluffy otome scenarios.

That date idea would have to wait. For now, he’ll imagine and dream of you, with your warm smile and open arms—skin basking in the glow of blue fire light.

THE END.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

There you have it! Thank you for reading. I had fun writing this 4-part series. Would love to hear some feedback!

Btw, the title of the song Idia listens to at the end comes from “Conversations with Persephone” by Nikita Gill. “What Hades gave me was a crown made for the immortal flowers in my bones.”

#twst x reader #idia x reader #idia shroud x reader #idia shroud #twisted wonderland x reader #twst fic #my work

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spunky-89 · 3 years

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Derek Hale x Reader - Mate = Mom - Prologue

A/N: So full disclosure, when I wrote this I was still binging the series and was only in season 3. However, I had read so much fanfiction I felt like I knew pretty much everything. I have since nearly finished (I can’t make it through 6b, I just can’t) And I had had this idea rolling around in my brain since I started the show so here we are. It has been edited to fit my new knowledge about the show but lemme just say this is a happy ending AU where no one really dies and people don’t have to go through as much heartbreak. Depending on the response to this I’ll probably make it a series as I have so many ideas for this concept but we’ll see how it goes :D

Warnings: None, just fluff

WC:1.2k

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Once things had finally calmed down again after everything with Jackson and the Kanima issue, Derek knew he needed to stop avoiding his phone which was blaring every few hours. He just knew that it wouldn't go well, and ignoring reality was easier than accepting it. So he continued to ignore his phone.

This went on for a week.

Derek had invited all the wolves to his loft, meaning Isaac, Scott, Boyd, and Erica. And of course, Stiles had to tag along. He wanted to try and train the wolves to enhance fighting skills and their control. Scott was reluctant to join in, not wanting to be in Derek's pack, but he knew he needed to better understand and control his abilities.

So far they were doing okay, but they still had a ways to go before they were ready to take on their normal teenage lives. He had just given them a break, he only did it because they were complaining too much for him to make them keep fighting. The younger wolves collapsed on the floor panting and bleeding a bit. Stiles went around and gave water to them all as he was chattering away.

“You know there are better ways to train than trying to kill them. I mean are you like a navy seal dropout, because I don’t even think they have this rigorous training…” he kept talking, but Derek stopped listening. He was focused on something else entirely. He could smell something, something he shouldn’t have been able to smell.

He slowly moved towards the door, perking his ears up to try and listen for any movement outside the door. Low and behold he could hear that click-clack of high-heels strutting down the hallway. He looked back at the pack in panic before schooling his features and muttering an ‘I’ll be back’ before he headed for the door.

“Does that mean we’re done for the day?” Erica called to him. He didn’t make a move like he’d heard her and just slipped out the heavy iron door.

Once he had shut the door he looked down the hall and there you were. Seeing him step out of the loft had you freezing. Your face flickering between joy (and relief) and anger. Derek paused to see what you would do, and when you made no movement, he started to head towards you with long strides. As much as he was fearful of your reaction to his disappearance, he had missed you terribly. So his pace quickened. This seemed to snap you out of your daze and had you running as fast as you could towards him. You met in the middle as you jumped into his arms as he held you tight, lifting you off the ground for a moment before placing you back down. He didn’t release his hold on you though. He rested his forehead against yours as you leaned into him.

“I want to hate you and be mad, I really do. But gosh I’ve missed you too much to care.” You spoke softly. He let a little smile take over his face before he pulled you in for a long-overdue kiss. You melted into it immediately. You spent the next few minutes just holding each other in the hallway, stealing kisses every now and again, smiling dumbly at each other.

“God I’ve missed you,” Derek mumbled against your lips.

“Is that why you didn’t answer my calls or texts?” You inquired, a hint of bitterness in your tone. You pulled away, but only slightly, just so you could fully see his face. He looked guilty.

“I’m sorry, things have just been crazy here and I didn’t want you involved in this business.” He explained.

“So that means you can’t send a simple text saying ‘hey I’m okay, gonna be longer than I thought, love you’.” you snapped, your anger and hurt coming back full force. He sighed and looked down.

“I’m sorry, I really am. I guess I just wanted to keep you as far from this world as possible. And that meant far from me.”

“What happened to ‘in this together’, huh? Did those words actually mean anything to you or was it just to make me comfortable enough to run the first chance you got?”

He was shocked at your words. And then he realized why you were so mad. You weren’t mad at him, you were mad at yourself. Your insecurities had taken hold of you and he wasn’t there to help fight them off. Sure, he wasn’t always great with words, but somehow you found comfort in him. And then he had left.

He pulled you back into his chest, and even though you resisted slightly, in the end, you succumbed to his embrace.

“I don’t know what your brain is telling you but I can promise you, it’s wrong. I only left because I was worried about my sister. It had nothing to do with you or us.” He promised. He felt you sag, the anger dissipating.

“Just promise me you won’t do that again. I can’t have you just disappear on me.” You begged.

“I promise, no more leaving.”

“Good,” You mumbled as you brought his lips back to yours. It was barely a few moments before the sound of a heavy door creaking open could be heard, even by your human ears.

Derek sighed as he could hear the young wolves behind him trying to stealthily exit the loft to see what the commotion in the hallway was about. He could hear them whisper arguing about being quieter.

“Do I wanna know?” You asked, looking up at him and seeing his face pinched in mild exasperation.

“There’s a reason I stuck around,” He said, still keeping his back to the loft and using his body to subtly shield yours from view.

“Okaaay,”

“Long story short, there’s a bunch of teenage werewolves trying to eavesdrop and are failing terribly by talking way too loud.” His voice raised at the end so that he was pretty much shouting down the hall. Even you could hear the “oh shit” that was let out as the wolves tried to scramble back inside the loft. You just laughed. Between these kids getting caught and Derek’s long-suffering look, you couldn’t help it. Derek desperately tried to keep a straight face muttering “It’s not funny, they’re a pain in my ass.” But the more you laughed, the harder it was to keep a smile from creeping onto his face.

“Com’on grumpy pants, let’s meet these wolves that are somehow more important than me.” You teased as you took his hand and started walking towards the door you saw him come out of. He groaned and fell into step with you.

“That’s not what that was and you know it.” He grumbled.

You giggled and said, “I know, but you know I love teasing you.” He just mumbled something under his breath and you smiled, reaching over to peck his cheek.

You quickly reached the large iron door and Derek gave you a look before pulling it open and saying, “(Y/N), meet the pack.”

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better for you

pairing: chris evans x female!black!reader

warnings: age gap, angst, language

word count: 2.7k

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You didn’t consider yourself a jealous person. Much less a jealous girlfriend. Not at all. Never had and you thought you never would.

You had practically raised yourself as your parents had always been more preoccupied with their jobs. You loved your parents, you really did, but when your high school counselor told you that you could graduate high school a year and a half early, you took the opportunity to start college immediately and move out of your parents’ house. This drastic change when you were so young made you become extremely independent. Which is why your relationship with Chris worked almost perfectly. You valued your independence, as he did his, and you respected his independence, as he did yours.

As a corporate lawyer that had multiple firms around the country, you traveled a lot, needing to meet with clients. Chris, as an actor, also traveled a lot.

You both trusted the other without a doubt at the beginning of the relationship despite that Chris was, at first, a little wary of being with someone as young as you. As a 24-year-old, he thought that you should be living your life, partying, sleeping with whomever you wanted without being tied down, but you had explained to him that despite your age, those were not the things that you wanted.

You and Chris were truly made for each other, knowing the other more than they knew themselves. You would even dare to call yourselves soulmates.

Which is why you could not fathom why you were in your current situation.

You had left early in the day for California, where you were overseeing the opening and start-up of your newest firm. Chris, on the other hand, had left 3 days ago to go on some trip his publicist had arranged for him. You hadn’t bothered asking what it was about, assuming that it was about ASP. Plus, you didn’t mind it: he had to do what he had to do.

But now, you couldn’t believe yourself.

You were sitting on your hotel bed, in a white and fluffy robe, fresh out of the shower. Your computer was open in front of you, the TV was blaring the news and you had your phone in your hand. It was almost 11pm but you had been doing this for at least 3 hours. All three electronics were talking about the same thing: Are Chris Evans and Lily James dating??

It was a bit your fault that people gave themselves the right to assume things like that, to be honest, since you had been the one to pressure Chris about keeping your relationship secret. You knew that people would talk and judge you for your 15-year age gap. You, personally, didn’t care and neither did Chris but his career was dependent on his public image and you didn’t want to hold him back, especially not at a pivotal moment in his life like right now.

So, you had agreed on telling your families and your very close friends and Chris had convinced you to let him tell his publicist, Megan. God, she fucking hated you. When Chris arranged for you guys to meet, she had called you “a walking, breathing PR disaster”. You had laughed it off calling her funny, but you knew that she was 100% serious. You really shouldn’t have been surprised that she would do something so fucked up at some point.

A bunch of different news outlets were pumping out new stories every 30 minutes, each article a little more detailed than the previous. It was all over the Internet and it seemed to be the only thing that people cared about today.

Considering the 8-hour difference between London and San Francisco, you hadn’t been able to talk to Chris at all since you got to your hotel. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to talk to him. He hadn’t even tried to talk to you. Why was he avoiding you and acting like he had something to hide?

You’re reading the latest Daily Mail article on your computer about how Chris and Lily apparently got to his hotel in the same car when you hear your phone ring on the nightstand. You don’t even bother looking at the caller ID as you reach for your phone, eyes still glued to your computer and answer,

“Hello?”

You hear a loud exhale on the other end of the phone before you hear Chris’ tired voice, “Baby, hi.”

You tense up slightly before asking, trying to seem nonchalant, “What’s up?”

“Have you watched the news today?”

You bite your lip, thinking, before replying, lying through your teeth, “No, why? What’s going on?”

Chris sighs again before answering, “Nothing, it’s fine. How was your day?”

You roll your eyes. Was he seriously not going to say anything?

“Fine, but it’s really late and I have to get up early tomorrow so good night.”

You hang up the phone before Chris can answer anything. You throw the phone at the end of your bed, frustrated beyond belief.

You continue to read the Daily Mail article as you hear a message coming in. You don’t bother to get up to pick up your phone as you see the message appear on your computer screen a couple of seconds later.

chris💙, 11:01pm:

Good night baby girl. Good luck tomorrow🤍

You groan loudly at his message. Even when he had pissed you the fuck off, his words still brought butterflies to your stomach.

You disregard his message and finish reading the article. You roll your eyes as you close your computer and get up to put it on the hotel desk. As you’re walking back to bed, you take your phone from the end of the bed and put it on its charger, ready to go to bed.

You’re not sure how you manage to fall asleep that night as your mind swirls with unending thoughts.

When your alarm wakes you up at 6am the next day, you feel groggy, having slept very badly last night. Which was to be expected.

You get up and change while eating a protein bar before heading to the hotel gym: you needed to do something to get your energy up. Once you finish your workout, you head back to your room to get ready for the day.

When you get out of the shower, you open your computer and, having left the Daily Mail website open last night, you see a new article posted 2 minutes ago: Chris Evans and Lily James seen on a date in a London park.You groan loudly, closing your computer as you hear that your cell phone is receiving multiple texts.

You reach for your phone on the hotel desk and your eyes widen as you see your lock screen.

5 missed calls

12 messages

You open your Phone app seeing one call from Chris, two from your best friend, one from your brother and one from your mom.

You open the Messages app as a new message from your brother comes in.

will, 7:31am:

When did you break up with your boyfriend? And why didn’t you tell me?

you, 7:32am:

i didn’t

yet

will, 7:32am:

You know i’m gonna fucking murder him right?

You smile fondly at your brother’s concern, chuckling softly as you type your reply.

you, 7:33am:

as you should(:

You open the rest of your messages, mostly asking the same thing. You didn’t feel like talking about it anymore so, you ignore them until you get to your conversation with Chris.

chris💙, 5:22am:

Hey, I’m sure you’ve seen the articles by now.

I’m so sorry

Call me when you can, please. I really need to talk to you.

You bite your lip as you think about what to answer. You didn’t have the energy to deal with this right before your firm’s opening. Shaking your head, you lock your phone, putting it back on the desk, getting dressed.

As you get back to your hotel room, exhausted from your day, you hear your phone signal an incoming text for the millionth time today.

You sigh loudly: you knew it was Chris texting you again. You had been ignoring his texts all day because you didn’t want to get in a bad mood while you were opening the firm.

You put your purse and work bag on the floor, unlocking your phone. You open the conversation with Chris, scrolling through his messages.

chris💙, 6:15pm:

I’m leaving a bit earlier than I planned, I should be home tomorrow morning.

Are you back in Boston or are you gonna stay in LA?

You sigh, feeling guilty that you had been ignoring his texts all day. You start typing a reply, your finger hovering over the send button for a couple of seconds before clicking on it.

you, 6:17pm:

i’m still in san francisco i’m leaving tomorrow morning

As soon as your message goes through, you see the three dots pop up in the conversation.

chris💙, 6:17pm:

Oh my God, hi. Are you okay?

Can I call you?

You chew on your bottom lip: you really didn’t think he was going to answer that fast.

you, 6:18pm:

i’m about to take a shower then i’m gonna go to bed i’m really tired sorry

chris💙, 6:18pm:

Okay, I’m sorry

Good night

You groan loudly. You really didn’t know why you felt so guilty: he was the one running around with another woman. As you think about this, you realize that you didn’t really know who she was.

You shake your head at yourself as you pull up Google on your phone and look for her. You don’t even realize it but, 20 minutes later, you were now at the oldest post on her Instagram.

You curse at yourself, dropping your phone on your bed, and head to the shower.

You stay under the hot stream of the shower for at least an hour before you finally get out, toweling off.

You order some room service for dinner, settling down in front of a random show playing on the TV. After pushing your food around for half an hour, you sigh loudly, put the tray on the hotel desk and get under the covers before finally falling asleep.

You had not slept very well so you had been in a rush to leave the hotel and catch your flight to LAX in the morning. You were exhausted and hungry when you got to your shared LA home with Chris but there was no food in sight, considering that neither of you had been here in a couple of months.

As it was not too late in the day, you decide to take a nap and order some food after.

When you wake up a few hours later, the sun has already completely set and the house is pitch black. You rub the sleep out of your eyes and take your phone before heading to the living room to order some food.

As you enter the kitchen and are about to head to the living room, you hear a deep voice, “Hey, you’re up.”

Taken by surprise, you throw your phone in the direction of the sound and scream, “Holy shit!”

“Ow… What the fuck?”

You’re breathing heavily, clutching your chest as you turn on the kitchen lights, brightness illuminating the area as you see Chris holding the side of his head.

“Jesus Christ, Chris! You almost gave me a fucking heart attack!”

Chris rubs at his head as he looks towards you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Your heartbeat starts to slow down as you roll your eyes.

“What are you even doing here?”

Chris frowns and replies, “Well, you never told me where you were going to be but when I got back to Boston and you weren’t there, I assumed you were coming here.”

You groan silently, crossing your arms over your chest and raising your eyebrows,

“So, London seemed to be very fun.”

Chris shakes his head, looking up at the ceiling, before making eye contact with you, “I didn’t know that’s what the trip was about.”

You chuckle humorlessly, “Really, Chris? Since when do you go on trips, not knowing what they’re about?”

Chris exhales loudly, taking a couple of steps towards you, “I promise that I didn’t know. Megan planned everything and just sent me the info.”

You snort loudly, rolling your eyes. Chris frowns before asking, “What?”

“Megan, Chris? Really? She fucking hates me, of course she would pull a stunt like this.”

Chris frowns again, shaking his head, “What are you talking about? She doesn’t hate you.”

You laugh, this time, actually finding this funny, “Chris, she literally called me a walking disaster.”

Chris struggles to find an answer to that: he knew that Megan used this exact kind of formulation so he couldn’t deny it.

“And you know what? It’s fine. Maybe you really should be dating her instead of me.”

Chris’ face contorts in a mix of hurt and anger, “Why the fuck would you say something like that?”

“Because it’s true, Chris. She’s better for you. She’s actually your age, not a fucking child compared to you. She can give you the things you want from life that I can’t. Maybe it’s better that way.”

“What way?”

You shrug your shoulders, looking at your feet, mumbling, “If we weren’t together.”

Chris scoffs, “You literally have to be kidding me.”

Chris takes large steps, making his way towards you and takes your chin in his hand, forcing you to look at him.

“Y/N, I’ve told you before and I will tell you again. I do not give a shit about your age. And I thought you didn’t either. So, what’s the problem here?”

You bite your bottom lip nervously, “Because what if what Megan said is true? I mean… If people find out that we’re dating, the shit talking would never stop. I can’t do that to you.”

Chris sighs, enveloping you in a hug.

“Baby, it doesn’t matter. None of it matters if we’re not together.”

He lets you go, stroking your cheek, “You’re it for me. There is no one better for me than you. And no one is going to take that away from us. Not you. Not Megan. And certainly not my fans. If they love me as much as they say they do, then they’ll respect you.”

You chuckle slightly, “Chris, I don’t know what kind of fantasy you live in, but in real life, that’s not how things go.”

“Okay, but who cares? There’s two people in this relationship, you and me. Not you, me, Megan and my fans.”

You scoff, mumbling, “Yeah, tell Megan that.”

“I will. The same goes for her. I didn’t know she actually meant those things about you and I’ll tell her that she needs to knock that shit off.”

You sigh, nodding slightly, “Okay.”

“And, baby, I’m sorry.”

You furrow your brows, trying to understand, “I never should have agreed to Megan’s little plan thing. But, most importantly, I should have told you as soon as I knew. It’s just that I kinda owed Lily a favor and she needed this. But it doesn’t erase the fact that I should have been honest with you and I’m sorry I wasn’t.”

You sigh, “I know, it’s okay. I knew this kind of thing could happen when I decided to be with you, and I overreacted a bit so I’m sorry too. I knew it wasn’t true and I should have asked you about it instead of ignoring you. I just… couldn’t let go of the fact that maybe you should be with her.”

Chris shakes his head, “I shouldn’t. And I never will be.”

Chris laughs a bit before continuing, “Sorry, but you’ll have to try harder to get rid of me.”

You laugh loudly, throwing your head back. Looking back at Chris, you smile warmly before hugging him,

“I love you, Chris. Like, a lot.”

Chris chuckles, squeezing you tighter, “I love you too.”

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Kismet 6

Book: Open Heart (Pre-series)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x MC (Kaycee MacClennan)

Rating: Teen

Category: Fluff with a little angst

Summary: The last time that Kaycee and Ethan met before they “meet” for the “first” time. Sometimes fate puts us where we need to be, but we’re not ready to see it yet.

Warnings: Auxilliariy character discussion of his family not accepting his sexuality.

A/N: Don’t be mad at me. 😊 They will be meeting at Edenbrook soon enough. A few more A/N’s at the end to explain some of the story. I hope you enjoy it.

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Kyle was grimacing behind the wheel as a chorus of horns blared outside. It was clear that the Boston traffic would not budge anytime soon. Kaycee fluffed her hair and applied a fresh coat of Ruby Woo that only highlighted the smug smile tugging at her lips. She burst into a fit of giggles, and his frustration grew deeper.

"Remind me why we're going again? I told you I wanted to stay in and watch TV or play games at your place."

"We're going out to cheer you up and get you back out there."

"I'm cheerful! I'm out there! This makes no sense."

"Kaycee, don't you trust me?"

"No. Not in the least."

She threw her head on his shoulder and mussed up his hair, and he was still as sour as before. But another round of giggles, and he finally relented. Kaycee MacClennan's giggles were intoxicating, so it was only a matter of time before he caved.

“Would you get off of me,” he laughed, pushing her back to the passenger seat. “The last thing I need is one of my parents spotting you like that. Then my mother will really be laying the ‘Why don’t you ask Kaycee out’ crap on me again. Stay friends with the girl you meet at the middle-school science fair; your Mom thinks it’s kismet.”

“Aww, Kyle, would asking me out be that awful,” she teased.

He turned to her and smiled, “If I was straight, even bi, nope, I’d be all over you. But, sorry, Kay, you just don’t do it for me. No offense.”

“None taken,” she grinned, but the smile fell from her face as she saw her friend’s face fall.

“And maybe one day my mother will realize it too.”

She reached across the console and squeezed his hand. “And when you’re ready to tell her, you know I’ll be right there by your side. Literally, figuratively, however, you need me.”

“I know.”

He squeezed her hand back, and his smile returned.

“So, can you now admit that we’re going out to cheer you up and not the other way around?”

“No! That’s bullshit! You are crushed over losing Tomas, and don’t play like you’re not!”

“Ky, I’ll probably always love him and miss him to some degree. But… it was almost a year ago I’ve made peace with it.”

“You sound so healthy.”

“I am. So can we now admit that this has nothing to do with me?”

“Fine. We’re going out to cheer me up and get me back out there again. Apparently, you’ve got your shit together, and you’re going to show me your ways.”

“Atta boy, Kyle. Let’s go find you a cute guy.”

“Music to my ears! Unlike these fucking car horns.”

_____

“You’re coming with me," Reggie announced.

“And where would that be?”

“Down the Seaport. I’m filling in for a buddy of mine who is under the weather. He has a bartending gig there every Thursday, and he can’t afford to lose it. I told him I have his back.”

“And who is watching this place.”

“Are you offering, Ethan?"

“Very funny, Reg.”

“Mario’s got it under control. Besides, it’s summer, and you know it’s slow this time of year.”

“Which is exactly why I like it here. And you want to drag me to some trendy spot… with people.”

“Ethan, I’ve been watching your ass mope around this bar ever since you and Harper called it quits. Now, either do what you usually do and get back together or come with me and try something new for a change.”

“We’re not getting back together this time. She’s chief now, and it’s for the best. Besides, I went on a date with Erin last week. So I am trying something new.”

“Mmm-hmm. And where is Erin now?”

“I honestly don’t know.”

“So then you are free tonight. And maybe you need a different, something new. Now, shut up and help me bring this stuff to the car.”

“Fine. But if it is crowded, I’m leaving.”

_____

“Kyle, you’ve been staring at him for the last twenty minutes. Go say hi.”

“He’s not interested.”

Kaycee's eyes rolled to the back of her head. “He’s been staring at you too!”

“Maybe he’s staring at you?”

“Ky,” she sighed.

“If it’s meant to happen, it will happen.”

“Well, you know what is going to happen? I’m going to end up peeing here if I don’t go to the ladies room.”

“Classy. Can you please say that in front of my Mom next time you see her? If she realizes you may speak like that in front of her country club friends, maybe she’d get off of my back about you after all.”

“If it will help you, you got it.”

She walked away and, turning around to make sure Kyle wasn’t watching, headed away from the restroom and toward the tall, handsome man Kyle had been eyeing. Smiling broadly as she approached him.

“Hi!” Kaycee grinned.

The man eyed her suspiciously but answered politely.

“Hi.”

“You don’t… you don’t like me, do you?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Like you weren’t looking at me, back over there… right?”

“Uh, you’re gorgeous, but….”

“But you were totally checking out my friend.”

His interest was piqued.

“He’s not your boyfriend?”

“Kyle? Nope. Not at all. He’s my friend, we met at a science fair in… you know, that’s irrelevant. What is relevant is that he loves mojitos and loves to dance. I think that you should….”

“Bartender?” The gentleman yelled over Kaycee.

“Quick learner,” she grinned.

“Yes, my man, what can I get for you?”

“Can I have two mojitos and, uh, get the lady whatever she likes.” He turned to Kaycee, “Joseph, by the way.”

“I’m Kaycee,” she grinned.

“You don’t mind staying here while I….”

“Say no more,” she said, holding out her hand. “Me and,” she turned to the bartender, “I’m sorry your name, sir?”

“Reggie.”

“Me and Reggie, here we are old friends.”

“We are?” he laughed.

“Reginald! I’m insulted.”

Reggie shook his head and laughed, “I’ll make sure she is plenty safe here, sir. You go and….”

“Make your move!” Kaycee winked.

He took the two drinks in his hand and smiled, “You are one hell of a wing woman, you know.”

“I know,” she pulled the cherry out of the drink Reggie placed in front of her and popped it in her mouth. “He doesn’t appreciate me enough.”

“You’re something else,” Reggie laughed, “I didn’t catch your name, bestie.”

“It’s Kaycee,” she said, extending her hand.

“Well, Kaycee, it’s a pleasure. And your next drink is on the house.”

Reggie took a step away then slowly turned around again. “Say, are you here alone? Because of my buddy….”

“Nope!” Kaycee said, holding out her hand, “I’m just here for the weekend, and then I’m back off to Perelman.”

“Perelman?”

“Med school. I go to U Penn.”

Reggie's brows shot up to his forehead, “Oh, you do? Hmm.”

“Mmm-hmmm. I’m just here for the weekend to help hook my clueless friend up, not to hook up myself.”

“Oh, that’s a damn shame because I’m trying to hook up my clueless friend, and I think you two would be a great match.”

“Well, I’ll tell you what, if I end up in Boston for my residency, I’ll come back here. Maybe you can hook me up then.”

“Now, I’m going to hold you up to that little lady! But if you just want to talk to someone while your friend is otherwise engaged, my friend is….”

“Excuse me!” a voice called from the other end of the bar, “can we get some service here.”

“Duty calls,” Reggie grimaced.

“Don’t worry. You don’t have to babysit!” She eyed the beautiful wall of windows at the other end of the room, “I am going to take in the view over there anyway. It was very nice meeting you.”

“Same here, young lady, same here.”

Kaycee turned around inconspicuously to spy on Kyle and Joseph, who were blissfully engaged in a cozy conversation. Satisfied, she made her way over to one of the elegant blue velvet couches lining the curved windows overlooking the Boston Harbor. Lost in her thoughts, she stretched her arms out over the upholstery, mindlessly rubbing circles into the plush fabric. Kyle wasn’t wrong. Her heart still hadn’t healed since Tomas boarded a plane, taking him to the new world that awaited him, leaving her to navigate a new beginning in the streets that they called home. It proved to be more difficult than she thought. But Kaycee was all about greeting the world with unbridled enthusiasm and hope. She had seen so many who had things worse, so she never felt comfortable acknowledging her own losses or needs. She had her friends, her education, and a bright career ahead. She told herself that was enough, and perhaps it was. But at moments like this, how she longed to have someone with whom she could share the view. Someone who would understand that the smile on her lips and the spark in her eyes, beautiful as they were, tended to be illusions.

Just footsteps away, Ethan had retreated to a setee in a quiet corner. Lured in part by the spectacular sunset and his desire to escape the deafening noise surrounding the bar, but on any other day, that would have been his cue to leave. He would have gone outside and walked along the water to find solace the best way he knew how, alone. Yet, when he realized Reggie would be far too busy to socialize tonight, the compelling need to run that was so prevalent in his life escaped him. Instead, he found himself strolling to the spot where he sat right now, taking in the sun's glorious reflection on the water below.

Kaycee attributed the sudden chill to the vent above her head. Though, it hadn’t bothered her before. She wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing gently in search of warmth. Her sudden movements caught his attention, and he turned his head her way. For a man who was not easily fazed, he found himself mesmerized. Her pale skin was bathed in the delicate pastels cast from the sun’s glow, her sparkling eyes gazing into the distance, looking lost yet entirely home at the same time. He stared at her the way he had every other masterpiece he had been fortunate enough to view before. But those times, he had anticipated the mastery before him. When he was in an esteemed museum or an ancient cathedral, he was there by design, anticipating the works of art before him, but this, this was different. She was unlike anything he had ever seen, yet familiar, and he was captivated.

She turned her head, and each felt a peculiar sensation when their eyes met. It was new to each, but their own limitations prevented them from understanding it. But her smile was unmistakable. Ethan was grateful that she was far enough away that he could not hear how loudly his heart began pounding in his chest. Unsure how to react, he nodded and turned back to the view outside the window. Discouraged, Kaycee lowered her eyes and did the same. But when she peeked at the handsome stranger again and found his steel-blue eyes fixated on her, she smiled. He knew if he didn’t do… something… he’d hate himself forever, and before he had a chance to think, he found himself making his way over to her.

“Hello,” he smiled, standing before her, “do you mind if I join you?”

“Not at all,” she said, shifting to make room for him to sit.

“I’m not in the habit of interrupting people when they’re alone….”

“Well,” she gestured around her, “it’s hard to be alone in a place like this.”

He gently snorted, “Honestly, it’s easier than you can imagine.”

“Believe it or not, I understand.”

He looked down and pointed at the empty drink in her hand. “May I get you another?”

“Sure,” she blushed, and their fingers touched as he went to retrieve the glass from her hand. “But not just yet,” she grinned, pulling it back.

“And why not?”

“Because you’d be forced to leave me. This place is getting crowded, and I’m not about to give up this prime spot. So to get me a drink, you’d have to go to the bar, and… I don’t want you to leave me.”

His lips morphed into a charming smile as his body visibly relaxed.

“Good,” he replied, “because I’m not entirely certain I’d be able to bring myself to do that. My name is….”

“Excuse me,” Kyle said, smiling apologetically at Ethan, “Hey, sis, can I borrow you for a minute?”

“Right now?” She took one look at his face and realized it couldn’t wait. She turned to Ethan, “Do you mind if….”

“Of course not. Go ahead. I’ll be waiting right here.”

Kaycee scurried away, and Kyle took her hand, pulling her to a small balcony outside.

“What’s wrong, Kyle?” she asked her friend, who was clearly in duress. “You looked like you were having fun. What happened?”

“Kaycee, I… I need to go. You were right. I was wrong. We should have stayed in.”

“OK, Ky… deep breath’s what’s going on… did something happen?”

“Yes. No… Yeah… It’s me… my anxiety… I. Kay, here, at home, no one but my closest friends know. I’m not out, and I know I should be, but….”

“Ky. Honey, listen, that’s on your time clock, no one else's. I knew your parents didn’t know, but the way you talked, I assumed….”

“Because I talk a big game. Yeah, away at school, people know, but not here in Boston. When I was dancing with Joseph … I saw my sister’s friends walk in…they saw me and I… I just panicked… I just want to go home….”

“OK, OK. Listen, deep breaths. It’s going to be OK. Anya is wonderful, and she’d never betray you….”

“I know,” Kyle said, lowering his head into his hands, “but I just need to get out of here. Are you OK if we….”

“Don’t say another word. We can go, but… can I just go say goodbye to the man I was talking to? I just ran off in the middle of….”

“Oh, my God. I’m sorry, Kay, I didn’t mean to....”

“No! Ky. You’re my friend, and you need me. I just don’t want to be rude and….”

“You like him?”

“I… I just started talking to him, and it’s not like….”

“No, you like him.”

“I just….”

Kyle gave her a knowing look, “Go say goodbye, get your number, and I’ll wait by the door.”

Kaycee reached up, placed a peck on Kyle’s cheek, and raced back inside.

Ethan was patiently waiting for Kaycee's return. He noticed how her perfume lingered in the air after she had gone. He didn’t normally notice these things, but now, he was grateful that it was there to keep him company. Was it possible to miss someone he had just met? It defied logic, and Ethan Ramsey was a man whose core existence centered around logic. Yet, he couldn’t deny… he was missing her. He was about to turn around when he felt two small, somewhat cold hands reach over from behind and cover his eyes.

“Guess who?” A soft voice asked sweetly.

Ethan chuckled, “Well, that is a very unfair question, considering that you haven’t told me your name yet?”

The hands immediately fell, and, giggling, she slipped into the empty space next to him.

“Dr. Ramsey, I knew damn well when I agreed to go on a date with you that I could be a rebound. But is it too for me to expect you to remember my name?”

“Uh, Erin?” Ethan gasped as he moved back, putting some space between them. “What are you doing here?”

“I come here all the time. A better question would be, what are you doing here.”

“I came with Reggie. He’s here…” he froze as Erin placed her hand on his shoulder, “he’s up at the bar.”

“Good,” she laughed, leaning her head on his shoulder, “I’m about ready for another drink anyway.”

“Erin, it appears you may have had a few too many already,” he said, attempting to extract himself from her.

“Ethan, stop!” she laughed, placing a kiss on his cheek just as Kaycee caught sight of him across the room.

“Oh,” she gasped, stopping short in her tracks, Kyle almost toppling on top of her.

“Kaycee, what is it…. Oh.”

She shouldn’t be crestfallen. It was silly. She had just met him, but... she was.

“You know what," she sighed. "I guess there is no need for me to say goodbye after all. Why don’t we just head out.”

“Are you sure? I mean, she looks a little drunk, and he might just be trying to….”

But her insecurities got the better of her, and she could feel the walls closing in on her.

“No, Kyle. I want to leave.”

Ethan forcefully removed Erin from his lap, summonsing a friend of hers who was nearby to watch over her. His head moved from side to side, surveying the crowded room for any sight of the beautiful woman whose return he was anxiously awaiting. Fuck! He muttered under his breath. What if she had returned and saw Erin hanging all over him. With that, he caught a glimpse of her on the elevator just as the door closed. And like that, all doubt was erased from his mind.

He collapsed onto a stool beside him, defeated. What the hell is going on? He thought. Ethan Ramsey never got this worked up over anyone. But at that moment, he felt like he had lost something that he never even had. Within moments, a fire began to burn in his chest.

“Fuck it!” he said, springing from his chair. He knew it was a long shot, but it was a shot he had to take. He took the next elevator, hoping the line for valet parking was long, as it was the only chance he had of catching up to her if only to just get her name.

“Pardon me.. excuse me…” he said, pushing his way through the crowd. His eyes scanned lines, and he didn’t see her anywhere. He let out a visible breath and shook his head, giving up hope. “Damn it.”

Kaycee clicked the seatbelt, smoothing it over her chest. She squeezed Kyle’s hand and offered a nervous smile.

“Ky, are you sure you’re OK to drive? I’m more than happy to do so.”

“Nah. I’m fine. Plus, you seem a little off too.”

“I’m fine,” she lied through a broad smile.

“Don’t try to fool me," he bopped her nose. "I know you too long.”

“We should have stayed home,” she laughed.

“Next time, I’ll listen to you. I swear!"

Kyle put the car into drive, then immediately stepped on the breaks. “Uh, Kay.”

“Yes."

“Isn’t that the guy….”

She looked out the window and saw the outlandishly handsome man taking one last look around, she knew if Kyle would just put his foot on the gas, they’d be gone, and she would have made a clean getaway.

“So it is," she said. "Now drive, please.”

“I’m not driving.”

She turned with narrowed eyes. “Did we not just establish that you should listen to me?!”

“About going out, not about this. Go say goodbye.”

“What, no. I’m not getting out, especially now. I’ll look like an idiot.”

“Fine. Then we wait here.”

“Kyle! No, we do not.”

“Yes, we do,” he laughed, removing the keys from the ignition.

“Give me those,” she said.

“Nope,” he laughed.

“KYLE! You did not just drop your car keys down your pants!”

“I did,” he laughed. “What? I know you won’t go get them there.”

“You underestimate me!”

“Kaycee, the guy came all the way down to look for you."

“How do you know he’s looking for me? He could be looking for the chick that was sitting on his lap when we left.”

“Kay?”

“Fine,” she exhaled. “But if I mortify myself out there, Kyle, I swear to god they are going to find your body parts in at least three different states.”

She slammed the door behind her, and Ethan's neck pivoted in her direction. Her face turned bright red as she walked his way.

“Hi,” she smiled nervously.

“Hi.”

“So, what are you doing down here.”

“Looking for you," he replied with a tender smile.

“I…”

“You saw me with Erin.”

“Erin?”

“The very drunk woman who was on my lap?”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed….”

“No,” he smiled, “I would have done the same thing. Only I would have kept going once I got into the car.”

“Oh, I would have too… if he (she points to Kyle) didn’t drop the keys down his pants and force me out here.”

“He what?”

“Oh, nothing…. I just… I guess I wanted to say goodbye. Under normal circumstances, I’d ask for your name, and I’d really try for your number, but honestly... I’m leaving Boston in the morning anyway.”

“Oh, and where is home.”

“Right now, Philadelphia. I mean, are you on Pictagram or Snapchat? We can exchange….”

“No,” he laughed, “I don’t do social media.”

“Oh, too bad," she grimaced. She looked back up at him with renewed hope. "Do you want to start?”

“I’d need someone to show me how," he laughed. "I don't touch the stuff."

“I could help you, but….”

Ethan let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "It's OK," he smiled sadly. "Sometimes life is all about timing, and, if I’m being honest, mine usually isn’t too good when it comes to these things.”

“Mine is kind of shitty too,” she laughed. “Well, I should go. Kyle is going through some stuff, and he needs me.”

“Yes,” Ethan nodded.

Kaycee shivered, but it was not because of the wind gusting around them when he reached down and brushed her auburn locks to the side of her face. Then took her hand and brought it to his lips, brushing the tenderest kiss across her knuckles.

“Well, for what it’s worth, I’m glad we met. But it’s getting cold, and you should get into the car.”

He walked her to the car door, and she turned to him before getting inside. “Can I at least know your name? Or can I tell you mine?”

“No,” he smiled. “I think it will hurt a little less if we don't.”

She nodded in agreement. “I have a feeling this isn’t done,” she said, sliding into the passenger’s seat. "Watch out. One day, I may show up when you least expect it."

“One can only hope,” he smiled.

Ethan shut her door, then watched as the car drove away. He took a few steps toward the entrance, then pulled out his phone to text Reggie. It was time for him to go home after all.

A/N 2: It's OK. They couldn't get together yet anyway. Give it time. If you haven't already figured it out, Kyle was the young man who was next to Kaycee at the science fair at Brown Univesity in Kismet 3. I HC that the two stayed friends and helped each other through some pivotal times. As I concentrate more on Ethan and Kaycee's HC, you'll see Kyle included in some stories.

Also, Kaycee is coming to terms with the fact that she's not over her breakup with Tomas yet. That is evidenced by the auburn break-up hair she is still sporting in this fic. Making it a little more difficult for Ethan to place her in the future.

I will have two more parts to this series, one where they officially meet, and then we will see if they ever recall some or all of the meetings they shared in the past. I know this one was long. Thank you for reading!

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