#you don’t just lay under stars and look at the pretty cute blonde girl next to you and think “that’s my best friend” | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

nctsworld · 3 years

Text

spin me right ‘round

✩‌ johnny ‌x‌ ‌reader‌ ‌|‌ record store owner!johnny | fluff | smut | 4k‌ ‌

SUMMARY‌ ‌⇾‌ buying from the local records shop leads you to eventually bed the hot owner on the night of your first date. WARNINGS‌ ‌⇾‌ ‌smut (in the second half), oral s*x (f and m receiving), f*ngering, johnny has a big d*ck and f*cks you hard???, office s*x in the epilogue (kind of) RATING‌ ‌⇾‌ explicit TAGLIST ⇾‌ @infnteen @sehunniepot (thought you might be interested in this nikki 👀)

⇾ gif created by me, please don’t share or repost without credit!

Opening the store’s door, the ringing of the bell above you signals your entrance.

You moved into the neighbourhood recently and since someone gifted you a record player for your last birthday, you thought it’d be a quaint idea to drop by the local records shop that you always pass by on your way home.

Rows and rows of vinyl records, organized both alphabetically and by genre, welcome you with open arms, along with a faint musty smell, likely due to the faded, vintage records hanging between the posters on the cream walls.

The outside of the store is misleading to its size; there’s enough space here for at least thirty people easily. However, besides you, it looks like there’s only one other customer in the shop.

Although your surroundings captivate your senses, the striking blond man bent over the rock section in the middle of the shop is the true cynosure of your eyes.

His long fingers flutter seamlessly over the records, seeming to be on a dedicated search to find one in particular. He towers high over the low stacks and oozes coolness with a thumb stuffed in his front pocket and donning a stylish green beanie atop his medium cut locks.

Not to mention that his jeans tug perfectly over the curvature of his prominent ass, but you merely steal a glance or two at his backside as you stroll towards the pop section.

Okay, maybe three glances.

With your back facing the man, several minutes pass as you rummage through the sea of mainstream music, ranging from recent to old, but all the while pleasing to your tastes.

“See anything you like?”

Your eyes meet the figure standing nearby with a hand on the edge of one of the stack dividers. His smooth voice matches his strong aura and his gorgeous face, which you’re now blessed to be viewing up-close.

Your gaze pursues downward, soaking up his sturdy frame hidden behind his flattering clothes. Darting your eyes up his lengthy body back to his face, you lick your lips and swallow, in hopes to dampen the sudden dryness in your throat, and naturally raise the corners of your mouth.

“Yeah—” You, you think in the back of your head and execute a nod, “—there are a few things.”

He smiles endearingly towards the floor before glancing back up to you. You wonder if he can read your thoughts, or maybe it’s simply written all over your face.

Releasing his grip, he says, “Take all the time you need. If you need any assistance, let me know."

Your eyebrows perk up in realization. “Do you work here?”

“Yeah.” Bobbing his head, he runs a hand over his beanie. “I’m the owner of the store.”

“Oh, wow,” you exclaim, jaw hanging slightly. “You’re so young, I wouldn’t think someone in their 20s would have their own store, especially one like this."

A frown falls over his face, and in that moment, you knew you fucked up any chance you had with him.

“Yeah, 26 to be exact,” he shrugs, tight-lipped, prior to the folding of his arms. His eyes become slits of bitterness. “Thanks for the ageism."

Immediately shaking your head at the misunderstanding, you stammer, “I didn't mean it like that—"

The owner’s expression melts in an instant and a warmness emanates from him once more. The knot in your chest loosens at the sight and relief waves over.

“I'm just playing with you, don’t worry."

He opens his mouth, about to continue, but his attention is interrupted by the ringing at the door, and you turn to see another customer over your shoulder. The attractive individual begins to stroll over, but still faces your direction, beaming.

“Well, if you decide to get anything, you know where to find me, and I'll ring it up for you."

With puffed cheeks, you nod and watch him greet the incoming patron. Trying to leave the embarrassment behind you, you shift toward the records again and browse for a little longer.

Finally deciding on a few choices, you walk toward the front register and peer over at the beanied blond. In the classical section, he’s listening intently to the bumbling customer. Not wanting to disturb them, you lay the vinyls on the counter and thankfully find a pen and a stack of sticky notes upon it.

After sticking the following note on the top vinyl cover, you head out of the store:

“Put these on hold for me? I'll be back for them. Thanks! -Miss Ageist”

“Well, if it isn’t Miss Judgmental."

A couple of days later, you drop by the store again and find the spirited owner at the front counter. Today, he’s channeling his inner grunge style, adorning a half-up, half-down ponytail and a loose white t-shirt over a tight, long black sleeve shirt. Is it possible for him to look even cuter than he did last time?

“Sorry again for that,” you scrunch your nose at the memory. He grabs your records from beneath the counter and rings them through. “You just look so young to own a store.”

The blond airily laughs, “I'm gonna take that as a compliment."

He spots you twisting your mouth to one side and nodding shyly. “It is."

As you pay for the items, he gestures to your vinyls on the counter. “Good choices, by the way.”

“Are there bad ones?” From the pay pad, you glance up at him and he’s feigning a hurt look.

“Oh, most definitely.”

You banter with a tilt of your head, “Isn't music subjective though?”

“Not to me. I am the king of music taste."

Both parties exchange laughter while you wait for the transaction to process. Once it finishes, he rips the receipt and places it into the bag with the records.

“I mean, I do own a records store, so I think I should know."

Flashing you his pearly whites, he hands the filled bag over to you.

“Here you go, Miss Judgy Pants.”

“Actually, you can call me—” You properly introduce yourself.

He leans back a little, straightening himself and tucking his thumbs into his pockets.

“I'm John, but you can call me Johnny."

With a glimmer in your eye, you question, “Is Johnny exclusive to me, or does everyone else also call you Johnny?”

His eyebrows raise, impressed by your straightforwardness. “I only let the pretty girls call me Johnny, if that’s what you’re asking.”

The wink he gives is short-lived, but it’s enough to cause heat to blossom over your cheeks. You brush some hair behind your ear.

“So, Johnny,” you enunciate, indulging in his name. “When does the store close?”

You lift up your bag and cheekily add, “Gotta know when to break in to steal more vinyls."

Johnny chuckles, and your heart bursts knowing you’re the reason behind it. Looking aside, his hand rubs the counter casually and you can’t help but stare at his large palm dominating the surface, along with his elongated fingers. Eyes blinking rapidly, you attempt to break the fantasy assembling in your brain—his hands are the guest stars alongside (and within) your body in the leading role.

“I can close whenever I want to, but thanks for the heads up; I'll make sure to keep you away from the store,” he jokes.

Catching your gaze, one of the sides of his mouth lifts. “Why do you ask?”

Shrugging nonchalantly as you play with the handles of your dangling plastic bag, you reply, “Just wanted to know when the cute worker got off so I can potentially go on a date with him.”

You scan around as if someone else is there in the empty store besides the two of you and point your thumb to one side, whispering teasingly, “Not you, but the other guy.”

His tongue grazes against his bottom teeth, nodding understandingly with a deeper smirk. “The store closes at nine usually, but I can make an exception for him to get off earlier."

Satisfied with Johnny’s answer, you bounce your head and make your way backwards toward the door.

“Sounds good, I'll be here at eight for him tomorrow night. Maybe I'll see you around then, too.”

Granting him a wink of your own, you turn on your heels and leave. Intrigued, Johnny watches you disappear down the street through the store window.

At 7:58 the next evening, you show up to the store.

A customer is at the front counter finishing a purchase. As they pay for the products, the worker takes notice of you, smiling in recognition. You return the same, beaming back at him, and casually stride over to a random section to wait until they’re done. They make some small talk, so you delve in the opportunity to admire Johnny’s outfit for tonight—a tight black t-shirt that showcases his blatant pecs and a loose red plaid shirt overtop of it.

When the customer exits, you make your way over to him as he puts on a light jacket. You lean your elbows onto the counter.

“Surprised to see you here.”

“Likewise," he jests back, snaking out of the counter to be in front of you. You glance at him, consuming the tall drink of water.

Nodding to the door, you ask, “Ready to blow this popsicle stand?”

Johnny hums affirmatively and you follow behind him outside as he flips the open sign and locks up the store.

“So, where we heading off to?”

Informing him of what you had in mind, the two of you decide to take his car to the downtown pier. Once there, both of you grab take-out and eat together at a bench table under the clear sky and dazzling stars. Conversation comes easy, making the night fly by fast.

While talking with him, since his hair flows freely today, he sometimes shyly brushes some of it behind his ear. Although you’re listening intently, you also ponder how it’d be if you ran your fingers through his soft, silky locks.

Dinner eases into dessert, with the two of you having ice cream side by side on the pier railing, looking out towards the twinkling water. By the time you’re halfway finished with your cone, you hint at not wanting to end the night just yet. Agreeing with your sentiments, Johnny makes the suggestion of going back to the store.

After finishing the ice cream, you head together back to his car. The back of your hand brushes up against his. Taking a chance, you curl the tips of your fingers around his, half-holding his hand.

Pressing up against his arm, you whisper, “Thought you said you gotta keep me away from the store."

He peers down at the partial hand holding and the grin he gives you reaches his eyes. He gives your hand a small squeeze, ensuring the burgeoning attraction is mutual.

He whispers in reply, “At least this way I can keep an eye on you."

At the shop, Johnny locks the door from inside, in case of any wandering bodies, and blasts some upbeat, electronic music onto the store speakers. Intercepting your hand, he guides you to the back corner of the store and starts to dance with you.

At first, your bodies are separate vessels, grooving to the beat of the music, but as the songs play on, you gradually gravitate towards each other. Soon enough, one hand settles comfortably upon your waist, the other on your hip, while yours are hooked around the nape of his neck. Before you know it, you merge together as one with parted lips, finally satisfying the tension in the air and within your bodies.

The kissing is intense, electrically charged and sending currents to the tips of your fingers. Although you’re barely acquainted, you two kiss like you’ve been deprived of each other your whole life—every kiss and every touch quenching your thirst for one another.

Wanting to change it up, you step over to an empty counter and hop onto it. Johnny steps in the space between your legs and his lips meet yours again. You cup his face, clutching onto his strong features, and occasionally run a hand through his hair to caress his head.

You answer inwardly to your previous thoughts, confirming the silky texture of his hair, and your touch relishes in his golden locks.

Suddenly, his mouth channels hunger onto your neck and the electric currents divert directly to your rising arousal. At the sensation, you rashly grind your hips into Johnny’s body, and he groans heavily in the crook of your neck.

He mumbles into your skin, “Do you wanna take this further? My place is nearby."

Sighing further into his embrace, you half-jokingly reply, “You know, I was really looking forward to getting fucked in a records store."

He easily breathes, “We can do that next time, I promise."

You snicker. “Aren’t you a little presumptuous?”

Tugging his shirt by the neckline, you force him to leave your neck and to greet your mouth instead. Pressing the top of your forehead against his, you match his gaze.

“And what if I don't like you after tonight?”

Something in you already knows that won’t be true, but you mischievously ask regardless.

The simper Johnny flickers is enough to send another wave of bolts downward to your core.

He peels his head away to bring it beside your ear. His thumb on your thigh may be gently rubbing you, but his following assurance is hoarse, absolutely drenched in pure lust.

“Oh, you're definitely going to like me after all the things I do to you tonight."

You barely have an opportunity to scan around his bachelor pad because his lips capture yours upon arrival. In his entryway, Johnny entangles with you, pushing you up against the wall. Impatiently, he drags you to his bedroom for the long-awaited spectacle of the night.

After hurrying to turn on his bedside lamp, Johnny presses his weight against yours on his bed, embracing the full body contact. His lips continue to attack the terrain of your skin as he denudes you. You hum softly as he pursues south to your aching desire. Hoisting your backside and with his assistance, you’re finally completely bare.

Sitting up at the edge of the bed, Johnny pulls his top layers off, revealing a sculpted physique, the kind that artists muse and obsess over. You knew he was fit from how his clothes constantly hugged his body, but this was just insane.

“Holy fuck,” you murmur, staring blankly.

Chuckling, he does the same bashful gesture from dinner—tucking some of his hair behind his ear. The gentleness is a contrast that nicely compliments his Adonis qualities. His soft side is flipped onto its backside in a second as he begins to creep his way over between your legs, his eyes darkening.

Upon resting on his chest, you didn’t notice it before, but there’s a hair tie on his wrist, which he uses to effortlessly make himself a quick ponytail.

With anticipation, you sigh into the kisses he leaves on your inner thigh, making his way toward your pulsing sex. When his tongue issues the first swipe, you inhale sharply with fluttering eyes. Johnny isn’t in a rush, taking his sweet time to lazily lap up your slick and learning what incites you.

Once he has a better understanding of your desire, he dives in and devours you whole.

Realization sweeps over as to why he has to put his hair up.

In accompaniment to the painting of your folds, Johnny spreads them gently and ensures he dunks his tongue in your wetness. One of your hands drift away from the bed sheets to one of his snaked around your upper thigh, clutching onto his fingertips in reaction to the swift rotational swirls on your raw flesh.

He draws back, lips lustrous from your nectar, and hastily replaces his mouth with two fingers.

Your half-lidded eyes shoot wide open. His long, thick fingers fill you greatly, scissor you so far in your sex, so much that you fear what his cock is like if this is how his digits feel.

You’re overcome with bursts of pleasure. Further bursts ensue as Johnny tongues your clit alongside the fingering. Your throaty cries and the squelches of your pussy is melodious to his ears, better than playing his favourite vinyls on the best record player he owns. The lewdness of it all overwhelms his jean-bound arousal, so Johnny retaliates by grinding against the bed.

After Johnny retreats, he stands by the foot of the bed and starts unbuckling his belt and pants. You crawl your way over, still panting and reeling from the rush of your high. As you reach him, he drags his pants and boxer-briefs towards the floor in one-go, freeing his unsurprising lengthy girth.

On your knees, hunched over his cock, you chuckle in disbelief. “Now that’s unfair.”

He watches in amusement as you examine his desire with delight, before taking it into your hand, pumping it languidly. “What is?”

You peer up, cocking an eyebrow. “Seriously? You’re hot, own a record store, really funny, and you’re packing. God really has his favourites.”

Johnny’s about to respond, but his brain short-circuits momentarily at the pad of your thumb rubbing his precome over the tip of his blunt head. He cranes his neck back, exhaling a groan.

“Well, what can I say? Guess I’m just-fuck—”

You suck the words out of him. Literally.

Your warm embrace encompasses his entirety, possessing a strong hold over him. Since you can’t possibly take him fully into your mouth, your fist solves your problem by stroking him by the base. Aiming to please, especially after his oral act from earlier, you slurp and bob your head mercilessly, disregarding the saliva leaking down the sides of your mouth.

One of Johnny’s hands arranges your hair in a make-shift ponytail to get a clearer view of the obscene display. His hazy eyes skim over the gorgeous curves of your bent back and ass jutting high up in the air. His breathing turns heavier and he’s about to tug on your hair, motioning for you to slow down, but you thankfully come up for air just in time.

The stately figure attacks your lips with urgency. The kiss is wet and messy from going down on one another, but it merely adds to the intensity. While lip-locked, he lowers you into his pillow once more, then stretches an arm out to his bedside stand to fish out a condom.

He nimbly rolls on the cover, but is confused to find you back on your knees instead of laying on the bed. You grasp him by the wrist and press your fingers against his firm pecs, indicating to him to recline backward. In awe, he obediently obliges.

Hovering over him, you suck in a breath as you line your sex up with his, cognizant that you need to acclimatize to his size. You steadily sit onto his length and when it finally reaches the end, you release a piercing groan at the deep sensation.

For a bit, you don’t move too much to get used to his great desire. In the meantime, your fingers wander over the chiseled flesh in front of you—his defined, veiny arms; his solid chest; and the valleys of his abs.

Once you think it’s been enough, you transfer more weight onto your knees and slide on his cock with more vigor. You throw your head back in pleasure.

On the other end, Johnny’s gaze wavers between the main action, your bouncing breasts, and your supple neck. He can’t see your face clearly, but he knows you must be enjoying this as much as him by the breathy moans that follow each thrust.

When your legs start to tire, Johnny tries to hold you close and roll you over onto your backside. You both giggle at the unsuccessful attempt to keep himself still inside of you, but that’s an easy fix. Despite just having him within you, you gasp again at the penetration. Him being on top hits you at a different angle and you truly feel the length of his inches.

Johnny reaches down to meet your lips. You brush your fingers over his pulled back hair as he consumes your existence. In addition to each passing drive of his body into yours, you also grip harder onto his hair in ecstasy, which leads to the unraveling of his long locks upon your face. The gold ocean of silkiness drowns your senses, the strands stroking your skin like extra caresses.

Retreating back onto his knees and raking a hand through his tousled mane, his hands then attach to the flanks of your body and he pounds you breathless, leaving you heaving for air.

In your dazed state, you desperately grab on to whatever you can—the sheets, his upper frame, his ass, anything. Throughout it all, your core contracts even tighter over the way his clavicle, tendons, and muscles protrude and flex like they’re about to break through his skin.

At this point, you’re beyond delirious and definitely beyond gratified. You assume he’s about to finish when he decreases his pace and bends closer to you, but instead, he continues to still move inside of you.

“Jesus. Fucking. Christ,” you gasp and grunt between his rough, buried thrusts. “How are you not close?”

“I’m not ready to be done with you yet, beautiful,” Johnny rasps into your ear. You catch a glimpse of his cocked eyebrow and smirk. “Unless you can’t handle me?”

Denying his accusation, you haul his cheeks to yours and kiss him fiercely.

And with that, Johnny’s weight is on his knees again and he fucks you like there’s no tomorrow.

However, Johnny might’ve been right because it doesn’t take long for you to beg repeatedly for him to come.

“So, what’s the verdict? Still like me after that?”

Both individuals are still nude on the bed, but now covered by a blanket. Resting on his chest, you drum your fingers over his skin in thought (as if you need to even think about an answer besides the obvious).

Pouting up at Johnny, you say, “I’ll only like you if you keep your promise on fucking me in the store next time.”

“Of course.” He palms your cheek and inches forward, preparing to kiss you tenderly.

“A gentleman never breaks his promise.”

EPILOGUE

One month later, the record store’s business has been growing, so Johnny decides to hire one of his friends, Mark, to be a part-time worker.

Which means that Johnny has more spare time to do other things... like taking you from behind in the back office over his desk.

“Shit, fuck,” you grip harshly onto the edges of the worn-out wooden desk as he thrusts endlessly. Even after a month of dating, your pussy still isn’t fully accustomed to the size of his girth. You’re unsure if it ever will be.

No matter, it always feels amazing.

“Johnny, Johnny—”

“Johnny!” Mark’s voice suddenly cuts in and calls from outside of the office door. You immediately bite down on your lower lip to shut yourself up. “Someone’s asking me about a limited edition vinyl and I don’t know how to answer.”

“Uhhh,” Johnny drones absentmindedly, yet jabs into you with more rigor. You bite down harder, but you can’t control the rising volume of your stifled moans. “Give me five minutes.”

A silent beat passes.

“Dude, are you fucking in the office again?!” the part-timer exclaims. You can practically see him shaking his head in disgust. “Ugh, I’ll give them the store’s card. Hurry up, though.”

As he walks away, you hear him faintly say, “Sometimes I think this is why you hired me...”

Simultaneously, you both giggle heartily. Your lover pecks you lovingly on your shoulder prior to diving again into the wanton moment.

In the end, Johnny actually spends ten more minutes with you. But he can afford the extra minutes—he is the owner of the shop, after all.

2K notes · View notes

kirieshhhka003 · 3 years

Note

Can you do headcanons of fem! Illuso scissoring a female teammate in the mirror world? However, if you're not comfortable writing genderbents then that's fine l0l

A/n: omg I miss writing for lesbians sm, so here I fucking am. So basically all of La Squadra members are females here, idk why, I just felt like this

Pairing: fem! Illuso x fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, pussyeating, scissoring, masturbation, fingering, squirting

Word count: 2,3k

It’s unbearably boring. You’ve spent at least 20 minutes just walking around La Squadra’s base and it’s still 30 more minutes until ye meeting starts. You and your fiancée Illuso decided to leave your home an hour before the rally, considering horrible traffic of Naples. But much to your surprise it took you less than 10 minutes to arrive, and now you both were supposed to wait for other members to gather

You are not the only ones who have arrived too early - Prosciutto, unofficial mom of hitman team, is already at the base, getting everything ready for the meeting, waiting patiently for others to arrive

Suddenly you feel Illuso’s hand wrapping around your waist from behind, her soft lips brush against your ear shell as she whispers lecherously:

- I want you, - those three simple words send herds of shivers running up and down your spine. Bright blush dusts your cheeks in a matter of seconds and you feel your heart starting to race into your chest. You furrow your eyebrows nervously, glancing at your fiancée over your shoulder

- Right here? - you ask, your throat feels desert dry and you swallow heavily but it doesn’t seem to help. You see your girlfriend nod affirmatively, wide leer stretching her shiny from lip gloss lips. - No, we can’t! What if we’re getting caught? - you utter, trying to be as quiet as possible so your colleagues are not able to hear what you two are talking about

- Baby, sometimes you forget about what I’m capable of. Y’know, that kinda hurts, - Illuso says as her lush lips form into a cute pout, but the glimmer of mischievousness in her eyes betrays her actual intentions

You shift from one foot to the other, looking around, trying to figure out how much time will it take for all La Squadra members to arrive to the base. You hear your beloved tsk behind you, annoyed by your suddenly timid behavior, and her hand that was previously resting on your waist slowly comes higher. You hold your breath, secretly expecting her to give your chest a playful squeeze, but girl only slightly brushes her fingertips against the bottom of your tit, shamelessly teasing you

- So what? - she tuts mockingly and you bite down on your lower lip, looking nervously at Prosciutto sitting in her favorite armchair, reading some magazine she’s found on the coffee table standing in the middle of the meeting room

- Okay, fine, - you give up and hear Illuso humming approvingly at your response, fully satisfied with herself

You clear your throat and refer to blonde female:

- Pros, we’ll take a walk around. There is still time before the meeting starts and we’ll check if there are any possible enemies around, - you gibber, and she looks intently at both of you, condemning look in her beautiful sapphire eyes, as if she knows what you two are planning on doing

- Okay, but don’t be late. We’re not gonna repeat ourselves if you two will be late and miss something, - female replies in her usual stern “teacher” tone, then turning her eyes back to the colorful pages of fashion magazine she’s been reading before

Immediately after Illuso grabs you by your hand, leading you to the bathroom, and you obey happily, already feeling warmth emerging in the pit of your stomach. You don’t even notice when brown-haired teleports you into the mirror world, but once you’re there she presses your body against the cold surface of the wall, her lips find yours, kissing you deeply, smearing both of your lipsticks on your cheeks

Your hand comes up to rest on Illuso’s nape, carefully not to ruin her hair, knowing how much girl hates that. She wastes no time, unbuttoning your wine-red shirt and taking it off of your body, her greedy fingers undoing hooks of your bra, exposing your soft chest to her hungry gaze. Illuso immediately busies her hands with your tits, softly moldings and jiggling tender flesh between her manicured fingers, making your nipples harden in a matter of seconds

- C’mon, - she says, taking your hand into hers and leading you out of the bathroom

- Where are we going? - you ask, trying your best to catch with her temp and not to crash on the floor. Once Illuso makes your way to the meeting room she pushes you softly so that you fall right on the soft cushions of sofa, placing her knee in between your splayed legs, grinding it against your groin, making you whine softly at her actions

- It would be hella uncomfortable to fuck you in that tiny bathroom, don’t you think so? - brown-haired drawls teasingly, her hands come to the waistband of your jeans, in a few experienced moves undoing the button and a zipper. - Take off your shoes and the rest of the clothes, - your fiancée orders and you’re quick to obey, doing as you’re told, soon sitting on the couch totally naked

Illuso wastes no time, taking off her dress and a bra, carefully hanging her clothed on the armrest of the armchair standing next to the couch, revealing her lithe curvy form to you, her lacy thongs are the only clothing that covers her body from your eyes

You whine softly, spreading your legs wide, giving Illuso a great view of your already wet pussy. Your hands come up to grab on your own breasts, playing with erected buds, making the fire in your stomach grow bigger. Brown-haired girl chuckles sonorously at your impatience, kneeling before you, placing both of her hands on your thighs, gently caressing your skin

You slide to the edge of sofa so that your groin is now closer to Illuso. Girl’s smile only gets wider at this and she places a few wet kisses on the inner sides of your thighs, making you tremble from anticipation. Despite her aspiration to tease the hell out of you brown-haired remembers about that scarce time you have to yourselves. She lowers her head, taking a first wide lick of your throbbing sex, parting slicked folds with her smooth tongue, making you squirm under her caresses

Illuso fully gives in, nestling her pretty face between your legs, pleasuring you with her skilled tongue, turning you into drooling goo in a mere minutes. She’s always like that when it comes to pleasuring you with her mouth - wild and unbridled, eager to bring you as much pleasure as possible. Most of the times she edges you to be end, eating you out for hours straight without letting you cum, and only when you beg so prettily for orgasm she takes pity of you, finally making you cum that hard that stars start blurring your vision

You try to muffle your wanton moans by nibbling on your fingers as you feel your fiancée slipping two of her slim pretty digits into your clenching heat, all while she licks and suckles on your labia and clit

- Hey, take that away. I wanna hear those precious sounds you make, - Illuso chides softly, her eyes look up at you with displeasure. You obey, taking your hand away from your mouth, crying out girl’s name oh so sweetly when she closes her lips on your throbbing clit, giving it a generous suckle, and she hums approvingly at this, sending mild vibrations running through your cunny

You feel your high quickly approaching you as Illuso harshly fucks your cute pussy with her fingers all while playing with your swollen clit. You squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for your climax to come, but suddenly brown-haired stops everything, pulling back from your crotch, making you whine and buck your hips upwards to get more of her attention

- Not so soon, honey. Lay on the couch and spread your legs wide, - Illuso orders, lovingly smacking one of your thighs. You comply unwillingly, slightly disappointed that your fiancée didn’t let you cum. Brown-haired takes her panties off, discarding them to the side and joining you on the couch

She crouches over your splayed form, kissing you deeply, messily tangling her tongue with yours, and you can taste your own juices on Illuso’s lips. Her hands grip on your breasts, kneading and playing with the soft pudge and you lean into her touch, arching your back off the couch, bumping your naked abdomen into Illuso’s and the feeling of her skin right next to yours drives both of you crazy

Brown-haired straightens her back and you let out dissatisfied grunt, wanting female to stay close to you for a bit longer. She gives you a mischievous smile, throwing one of her legs over your body so that she straddles one of your thighs with hers, leaving mere millimeters between your glistening pussies

She fidgets a little, trying to find more comfortable position, aiming her leaking pussy to yours. Soft sigh leaving Illuso’s lungs as she finally sits herself atop of you, clits rubbing tightly together. You grip on Illuso’s hips, squeezing her buttocks slightly, trailing your fingers up and down her thighs, causing goosebumps to rise on the smooth surface of her pale skin

Illuso starts rocking her hips back and forth, starting on a slow pace, gradually quickening her juttings. Your swollen little clit strokes right against the inner part of brown-haired’s thigh and so does hers. Girl tips her head back, letting out a loud wanton moan, this sound makes your heart flatter. Illuso tightens her grip on your knee, pressing her pussy tighter onto yours, making you squeal like a bitch in a heat

Your gaze falls on the polished surface of the mirror hanging on the wall right in front of the couch your fiancée scissors you on. You see Prosciutto and Formaggio discussing something vigorously with Risotto and Pesci listens intently to the chat between her colleagues. Wait, they can’t see you, right? Right?!

You quickly forget about that as brown-haired expands one of her hands to your tits, groping on your tender pudge, tugging on your swollen nipples what sends electric shocks running up your spine. You whine and rock your hips back softly, meeting Illuso’s thrusts, making the contact even more pleasurable

- Fuck, baby, more more more. Pleeeease, - you squawk, and Illuso gladly obliges, fastening the jutting of her hips, bringing you closer to your high with every movement

The curl of tension in the pin of your tummy snaps and the next moment you feel warmth suffusing your whole body. You cum with a loud cry of Illuso’s name on your lips, whole body trembling as she keeps on tribbing her clit against yours

Brown-haired let’s you ride out you orgasm before letting go of your leg, she sits herself in between your still splayed open legs, one hand comes to her groin to pleasure her swollen clit. Your eyes follow her every movement - she didn’t get off, but she definitely doesn’t plan on staying dissatisfied

You extent your hand, reaching your lover’s slit, slipping three of your fingers inside of Illuso (surprisingly or not they come in without any resistance, you know brown-haired can fit something way bigger inside). You start ramming your hand on the rapid speed, mercilessly fucking your fiancée’s pretty pussy, unapologetically hitting her g-spot with every new thrust

By the way her thighs start to tremble you can say that she’s close to her own climax. Just a mere moments later thick mewl escapes Illuso’s lush lips as her whole form starts shaking. You feel her gushing on your fingers, covering your exposed pussy and inner thighs in her love juices. You hungrily watch your fiancée squirt all over your body - wow, you didn’t expect that. But that’s definitely a highly pleasant bonus

- Holy shit baby, you’ve made a mess, - you chuckle, watching your beloved getting off her high, her stunning body still slightly trembling in aftershocks from recent orgasm

It takes you about 10 minutes to clean yourselves up and make each other look at least presentable. You look at the wall clock, suffering a bit to understand what time it is since everything is mirrored. Excellent, there are a few minutes lest before the meeting starts

You make your way outside of the base while still in the mirror world so that it won’t be overly obvious when you two come back from your “patrol”. Once you get inside of the base you meet face to face with Prosciutto. Both you and brown-haired freeze in place, not expecting to meet with any of teammates that soon

- So? - Prosciutto asks, her arms are crossed on her chest and pretty eyebrows are furrowed as she looks sternly at both you and Illuso. Your fiancée shrugs faintly, turning her gaze away, letting you know that she doesn’t intend on helping you with this conversation. You look angrily on your beloved but quickly divert your attention to the blonde standing in front of you

- What? - you query, having no clue what your colleague may possibly want from you

- Enemies. Did you find any? - Prosciutto explains, and by the tone of her voice nor look on her face you can’t clearly understand if she scoffs at both of you or actually being serious. Your mind fumbled with any answer, but your brain still can’t work properly after your recent orgasm

- Oh, yes, um… there are none. We’ve looked through every possible place they could’ve hidden, but didn’t find anyone, - you stammer out, hoping that blonde beloved you and won’t ask any more questions. She only hums quietly, satisfied with your answer, then sharply turns around on her hills, sashaying towards the meeting room

- Good. Now go, we’re starting in a few minutes

You can’t help but sight in relief at this words. God, the meeting hasn’t even started yet and you already feeling like a squeezed lemon. You glance on Illuso and by her half-lidded eyes you can say that she feels no different. Well, you just gotta hold on, and you feel like the next few hours will be pure torment for both you and your fiancée

Masterlist | Smut Masterlist

119 notes · View notes

sukiglycerin · 3 years

Text

the scrapbook documenting denki kaminari and his experiences with love, subtlety, and volumes of manga || denki kaminari.

* pairing: denki kaminari x oblivious!reader (gender neutral!)

* genre: fluff, normal conflict(??) but not much, uni!au, friends to lovers, mutual pining, idiots to lovers

* words: 4.5k

* warnings: brief scenario of intoxication, mentions of maidgirls (one of them has a gun because mey-rin from kuroshitsuji), reader has past bad experiences with relationships, bakusquad is supportive af, reader is oblivious (duh), i love sero, side kiribaku

* original request: Can you do a fluff Denki crushing on the reader but the reader is really oblivious to him just badly flirting and bakusquad gets annoyed and helps them get together 😳

* a/n: this turned out much longer than expected, but i’m satisfied with the turn-out! i call this a “scrapbook” because it’s like a collection of short moments. i’m experimenting with this writing style, so i hope you enjoy it! i started writing reader by basing them off of this one pretty girl i know (and very much like), but then reader started morphing into me projecting myself and oh boy. yeah. fun fact: i actually own the kuroshitsuji manga volume with the maidgirl on the cover (volume 22).

“please don’t like me,” is the first thing you say to denki kaminari. you don’t know who he is, though, when you say these words. all you know is that he’s presumably a college student like you and that he’s quite extroverted. behind him stand three of his friends giggling to themselves. it’s apparent they’re playing a practical joke.

the first thing the blond boy said to you was, “hey, you’re cute, i like you.” that was thirty seconds ago, after you’d put your manga down when you noticed his friends pushing him towards you.

he cracks a grin upon your response. “alright.” he puts his hands up in mock surrender. “the point still stands - you’re cute.” his eyes fall to the manga you set down. “hey- is that detective conan?”

it’s an old, worn copy of detective conan’s first volume.

“oh, yeah,” you reply.

“can i see it?” he asks. you nod.

he picks up the book, surprisingly gentle with its fading corners and creased spine.

"i used to read the series all the time," he says quietly, reliving a memory in his eyes. "i always tried to solve the crime before conan."

you're not sure what to answer, but he introduces himself before you can.

"i'm kaminari, by the way." he slips a piece of paper in your manga, setting the book down on your table. "text me."

“please don’t fall in love with me,” is the first thing you whisper to denki kaminari, hushed under the sheets in mina’s room. you're surprised he can hear you over the quiet murmurings of a ghibli movie playing on the tv; you're surprised he's awake.

“okay,” and it’s the first promise he’s ever broken, voice all low and hoarse from the after-effects of prolonged silence.

(maybe he should've feigned sleep, he later thinks, as his heart stupidly falls and crashes clumsily into love. maybe he shouldn't have said anything at all.)

he turns onto his back, staring at the ceiling. it's dotted with glow-in-the-dark stars mina and sero had impulsively hung up one friday evening instead of studying. there's a couple moons, too, which bakugou had frowned upon, stating, "where are we, jupiter? there's only one moon orbiting earth." kirishima laughed.

from the sound of shuffling sheets and a quick glance next to him, denki can tell you're now laying on your back, too. he almost makes a comment about you copying him. he stares at the faux stars overhead, not tired enough to close his eyes and allow sleep it's victory for the night. there's not much to do while awake at the moment other than strain his ear to decipher to the tv's audio. his throat feels dry, but he's not motivated enough to sit up to grab a water bottle. anyway, he supposes you and he are staring at the same sky, in a cheesy way. he remembers reading something like that in a book.

he kills the time and his aching mind by finding stupid constellations in the stick-on stars. there's a slightly distorted dipper of some sort, and a heart. there's a lot of squares. there's a shape he passes off as orion, but he knows anyone a tad more into astronomy than him would gasp at the abstract shape and completely dismiss its resemblance to orion.

eventually, your breathing slows to a rhythmic pace beside him. the logical part of his mind tells him to sleep now that you, too, are sleeping. he doesn't know why he waited for you to be asleep first. one pentagon constellation later, kaminari allows sleep's gaze to wash over and envelope him. the ghibli movie is still playing.

it seems that his friends have beat him, somehow, to the conclusion that denki kaminari has a bit of a crush on you. it's childish, really. he shouldn't like you, recalling your first words to him. they struck you apart from other people he'd met. back then, though, he never seriously thought about you like that. sure, you were conventionally attractive (enough for him to approach you to give you his number), but it was all in good fun. that's what you were, too, for the longest time: good fun and a friend.

until one day, glances lingered for too long while you weren't looking. one day, kaminari's jokes became more and more aimed for you, to hear your laughter in his ears. one day, kaminari realizes he has your usual coffee and bubble tea order memorized, when he can barely remember his own.

he pretends all of it is completely normal, but mina assures him differently. as does bakugou, which is strange, because he's usually not wrapped up in other people's affairs (when voicing this to the blond, he responded, "it's hard not to notice because you're too damn obvious"). it's kind of hard to ignore when bakugou calls it obvious (he's literally had kirishima pining over him since day one with no notice).

kaminari really does try to ignore the bubbling feeling rising at the bottom of his heart. he really does, but you keep on shaking and shaking his poor heart until it's all fizzy like a bottle of soda. he's weak, okay? one day, he’ll explode.

his friends are all urging him to confess to you already, but he cannot work up the nerve to do so. instead, kaminari drops you obvious hints that he likes you. he doesn't know whether you're completely oblivious to them or if you're deliberately ignoring them.

he's been so painfully obvious, he swears.

he's practically able to write a list of hints he's dropped. he's fairly confident he could publish it as an advice book with the title "how to tell your crush you like them without saying 'i like you.'" by this point, he's the king of obvious subtlety.

the list would go something like this, in no particular order:

pick-up lines

"did it hurt, when you fell-" you were silent, "-from the vending machine? because you're a snack."

silence. absolute radio silence. he was extremely tempted to run away from the sheer awkwardness between the two of you. as he turned to leave and freak out in private, he heard you mumble a belated "thanks," which made everything worth it.

he still left to freak out, though (and plan his next pick-up line to tell you).

manga references

"hey, y/n," kaminari had said one day, after a particular burst of confidence. you hadn't looked up from your book.

"if i were shinichi from detective conan, you'd be ran," he'd said, referencing the main love interests from the manga. "or maybe vice versa. you are the smart one in this relationship..."

you didn't bat an eye. "they never get together, though? shinichi and ran."

"they- they don't?!" he'd sputtered indignantly. he definitely needed to read up his detective conan lore. "but they both like each other?"

"true," you'd replied in typical you fashion, neither letting on whether you did like him or not. well, hey, kaminari had thought. you didn't deny it. progress.

hand size comparison (which was, in reality, just an excuse to kind of hold your hand)

kaminari had smoothly been planning this for weeks (which, according to sero, was a little sad). he'd bring up the topic of hands one day in your daily conversations, then nonchalantly slip a "oh, y/n, let's do a hand size comparison!" he high-fived himself mentally upon the formulation of this genius plan - you'd definitely fall for him (or at least, realize his feelings for you - this state of teetering between do they like me or do they not like me frustrated him for months on end). the perfect opportunity presented itself one day as the two of you lounged in mina’s room (which, at this point, had become you and your friends’ hangout spot) studying.

“wow, you type fast,” kaminari remarked as he pretended to innocently look up from the “work” (changing his laptop wallpaper for the tenth time that day) he was doing. you were focused on your work, sitting on mina’s bed with your laptop propped up by a pillow on your lap. you’d barely registered his words, judging by the way your eyebrows scrunched and how you looked up at him after a slow beat.

“oh, uh, thanks,” you replied. “i’m just copying some text down. i don’t usually type this fas…” you trailed off, eyes widening as you watched kaminari scooching next to you on the bed. he put his hand next to yours, whose fingers still ghosted the keys of your keyboard.

“look,” he said softly, bringing your hands up to eye level. “hand size comparison.” it was breathed out belatedly, but your crystalline eyes didn’t leave his. he started to curve his fingers in between yours, holding your hand so tenderly. he really, really didn’t want to let go. “we fit.” it was a whisper he wasn’t sure you could hear - did he want you to hear it? “like… a puzzle,” he added awkwardly.

you nodded, dazed, slowly bending your fingers over his. he rocked your clasped hands side to side, a fond feeling creeping through his limbs. it was warm and tingly - and maybe it was contagious. could you feel it too, buzzing past his fingertips to you?

precisely three minutes passed before kaminari’s arm started to ache. he didn’t catch your disappointed expression when he let go of your hand, but he did catch the smile that emerged when he held your hand as the sides of your fingers nudged the bed. you didn’t get much work done after that, sitting in silence with him.

brushing your hand in a popcorn bucket

movie nights on fridays were commonplace at mina’s. the plan, this time, was created by kirishima, who said that it was manly with just the right amount of romantic. kaminari hoped so. the movie settled on was some romance flick, as decided by mina, kirishima, and sero’s pleading with a very begrudging bakugou.

he can’t remember much of the movie. what he can remember, however, is the very close presence of you next to him as the two of you shared a popcorn bucket (courtesy of sero’s very romantic ideas). your hands brushed a (purposeful, on kaminari’s end) dozen times throughout the film. the last couple were accidents. on the first time, though, kaminari watched with satisfaction from his peripheral view as you looked from him to the popcorn that obscured the place where your hands made contact. he was very satisfied by the time the movie ended.

truth or drink (which just ended up with you and he both getting very, very drunk)

you didn’t particularly enjoy the taste of sake, but that night was an exception. according to your drunken explanation, you had a very rough day. your exam, first and foremost, did not go particularly well (“who cares about freud!?” you blurted. “i dooooon’t!”). kaminari didn’t have the heart to ask who this freud was. then, one of your close friends confessed to you (which almost made kaminari’s heart stop, when you first recounted it to him), and you had to turn them down. you adamantly refused any sort of relationship, you told kaminari. (“nuh uh,” you shook your head. “they’re not good.”) it was surprising to him that you opened up that night. your first couple drinks left you quieter than usual - which was scary, because kaminari was practically having a conversation with himself then. a couple more drinks loosened your tongue, though.

“there’s someone i like.” you jabbed a finger at him. “but i’m not supposed to saaaay… and it’s scaaary,” you slurred.

“ohh?” kaminari asked, more focused on the burn in the back of his throat. “whooo is it?”

you looked at your arm outstretched to him, and the pieces fell into place slower than they should’ve. he first looked around, just in case he was covering the person you were really pointing to (of course, you and him were the only ones there).

“this guy?" he asked, flabbergasted and pointing to himself. "him?!"

you nodded solemnly. "but i don't like dating," you said stubbornly. "love is dead!" you announced, flopping on the carpet.

kaminari watched the heaving of your breaths as you lay on the ground, and strained his ears to hear your soft, soberish murmuring.

"i really like you, denki kaminari."

a dopish grin formed itself on his face. "i really like you too, y/n."

kaminari then promptly blacked out, but not before hearing you running to the bathroom to throw up.

as of now, he can’t recall anything he or you said that night. on the contrary, he can vividly remember the ringing in his head and the sickly feeling that overtook him the next morning.

"you two are so frustrating!" mina declares over her sweetened iced tea. she points at kaminari, then to you standing with sero in the distance. you’re animatedly talking about some painting (“it’s renoir!” you mooned when you first saw it) while he and the rest of the group sit on a nearby bench.

kaminari puts his hands up. “don’t look at me - i tried my best!”

“yeah, sure,” mina dismisses. “and i’m the queen of england.”

“i mean, they already told me not to like them!” kaminari counters. “what am i supposed to do about that?”

“shoot your shot!” mina urges. “c’mon, what’s the worst that could happen? …wait, don’t answer that.”

“yeah, kaminari, bro,” kirishima puts his elbow on kaminari’s shoulder. “flirt a little bit more.”

“that’s all you two seem to do,” bakugou grumbles from the other side of kirishima.

“you just need a little push,” mina says. kaminari isn’t sure he likes mina’s definition of push.

“i think i’m g-”

“hey, sero, come here!” mina calls to sero in the distance, earning her a couple dirty glances from others in the gallery. “kaminari wants to look at the painting with y/n.”

oh, god, kaminari groans internally. sero, already walking toward the bench, flashes a knowing grin toward him.

“go get ‘em, champ.” sero pats kaminari on the back as the blond stands up, emitting a low, audible groan.

the four on the bench watch as your eyes light up at the approaching kaminari, who’s sheepishly scratching his neck. he says something - then you start again, rambling something about “impressionism” then “salon.” mina watches with clasped, anticipating hands; kirishima’s hand accidentally brushes bakugou’s, who’s holding a juice box and watching the two of you; sero simply smiles with knowledge that the others are unaware of.

“well, what do you think?” you finally ask kaminari, gesturing to the painting.

“uhh,” kaminari says. he was too busy staring at your face - the twinkle in your eyes, the curve of your lips - to pay attention to any of what you’d said. something about impressing and fleeting moments. he looks at the person depicted in the composition, then back to you. he remembers kirishima’s words - flirt a little bit more. it couldn’t hurt, could it?

“i think it’s pretty,” he leans into you, murmuring so he can be sure no one but you and he hears his words, “but it’s definitely not as pretty as you.”

you look down at yourself; then, for whatever reason, to sero. kaminari looks at sero, too, who’s wearing this stupid smile that sets unease in kaminari’s chest. he gives you two big thumbs-up. he’s so confused by sero’s behavior that he barely registers the light sensation of something on his cheek - a kiss. he looks at you, who’s looking away, then to the bench, where his friends are cheering despite the disapproving looks from those around them. he touches his cheek out of disbelief. light swells in his chest - it’s warm, so warm - but your aloof voice brings him back to reality (which really, isn’t much different from a dream).

“kaminari, you’re very red right now.”

“the two of you,” mina exclaims with the two of her hands clasped together in excitement over skype, “should go to a manga cafe!”

kaminari blinks. “as a date?”

“i wasn’t thinking about it like that.” mina nudges him, a sly smile creeping across her lips. “but hey, that works too. i mean, they did kiss y-”

kaminari cuts the pink-haired girl off before she can finish. “is that something… they’d want to do?”

“mmm…. probably,” mina says. “they were reading manga when you first met them right?”

he can vividly remember the somewhat tattered volume of conan, the detective turned little boy who must solve crime while hiding his own identity. really, the wear was only on the soft cover, nudged and peeling on the corners with faded text splayed on the spine. the pages were in crisp condition, he’d noted one day as he (totally, completely discreetly) watched you read the copy again. the bookshelf in your dorm and the stack of books on your desk is littered with different mangas, ranging from the old classics (astroboy) to some newer works (your lie in april). he only remembers this fact because he really, really wants to borrow a copy of black butler (yes, it’s the one with the maid on it. she looks really hot with a gun, okay?). all your manga are well-taken care of, cared for diligently as if each book has a piece of your heart in it. besides, you rarely lend out any (sero once asked to borrow jujutsu kaisen and you very, very reluctantly handed it to him), so he doubts you’d trust him with it.

“hang on, lemme ask sero if they’d be interested in a manga cafe,” mina says, pulling out her phone. “they’ve been close lately,” she mumbles as she types out a quick text to him, a quiet ping letting kaminari know that she’s sent it.

after a pause, mina excitedly reads sero’s reply: “yeah, probably.”

well, that was a definitive answer.

“there’s one nearby here,” mina offers. “hagakure told me good things about it, and she has a knack for finding the best spots in town. i’ll send you the address.”

“you think they’d like it?” kaminari says in an atypical bout of self-consciousness.

“of course,” mina replies instantly. “don’t you see how they look at you?”

usagi manga kissa makes kaminari cringe. it’s not the bunny-themed logo on the top of the building, nor is it the wide assortment of manga lining the walls, nor is it the cozy, soft seats nuzzled in the nooks and crannies of the café. it’s not even the life-sized cardboard cut-outs of various anime maid girls (he actually particularly really likes that detail). it’s the name itself. usagi is fine - kaminari likes bunnies as much as the next guy. manga is fine, too - he wouldn’t be here if not for the manga. the kissa makes him cringe for the most immature of reasons, like a five year old just learning basic english vocabulary. kissa innocently shortens the word kissaten, for cafeteria, but suspiciously sounds like the english word kiss. he does not want to think about kissing as he walks into the café with you, and especially not when the lady at the counter asks if you want a couples’ discount (you say yes, solely because it’s cheaper).

he does not want to think about kissing as he walks next to you, browsing the manga selection and passing the shoujo section that boasts illustrations of happy couples and romantic imagery. he doesn’t want to think about kissing as the two of you walk to a “couple’s” room, you rambling about the plot of the manga you chose and him with some shounen volleyball manga in his hand. kissing is the worst thing to think about as your knee touches his in the cramped apparent two-person room. he is not thinking about kissing at all when you offer him your water bottle, half full, and he’s definitely not thinking about indirect kissing or anything when he takes a sip. that would be crazy.

fortunate for him, his manga is full of not-kissing, so he’s able to somewhat enjoy it without his mind bombarding him with the fact that your face is less than a metre away. as he finishes up the volume, he realizes how much of a middle school student he feels like.

“y/n,” he looks up to you and says. you’re watching an old episode of neon genesis evangelion on the computer provided in the room, the manga you were reading sitting on the table beside the keyboard.

“yeah?” you respond and pause the anime. out of his peripherals, he can see you turn to look at him. he stares at the wall ahead of him, lacking the confidence to face you head-on.

“remember when we first met?” he reminisces.

“the cafe?” you say. “yeah.”

“if… i can ask,” he musters, “why did you say what you did then?”

you pause, taken aback. “i… i don’t know.”

“because,” kaminari starts, and you flinch, “i like you. a-and i know you said not to-”

a ghost has crossed your face. your mouth is agape, as if you suspected his feelings but never thought he’d verbalize them. he wonders what the kiss was about.

“i’m,” you gulp, breath stuttering, “i’m sorry.”

kaminari lied. five days later of zero contact with you, he realizes he’s in deep. he doesn’t like you - he’s in love with you. they say distance makes the heart grow fonder, and here he is, sifting through memories he had with you like they’re books. he should probably be studying instead of lying spread eagle on his bed, thinking of you. he can recall a promise made one night and the moment it was broken; he can remember the plastic stars he studied that night, falsely shining and lighting hope within him. he can remember dozens of constellations, half of which were geometric shapes, that he fell asleep to with you at his side. his heart aches, alighting a dull burn within him like a protostar barely able to burn hydrogen.

there’s a polite knock at his door, so he assumes it to be either kirishima or sero. mina always enters unannounced and bakugou is far too brash to knock softly. slowly - almost reluctantly - he sits up in bed, standing up and making his way to the door. he catches a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror, telling him that his hair is an absolute mess and in no way presentable. he figures that either kirishima or sero will comment about it, but he never needed to impress them in the first place. turning the knob and opening the door, he’s expecting either of his friends, maybe here to nag him or ask him to come and study or say “hey, why haven’t you spammed the group chat with memes in a while? i missed them.”

he definitely isn’t expecting you, face pulled into a worried expression and lips held in a thin, anticipating line before you meet his eyes. you’re pouring out a waterfall of apologies at a thousand words per second as soon as he opens the door, letting yourself in and hardly taking notice of his bird’s nest hair. he guides you to the couch, attempting to interject and ask you to slow down, but he finds that it sounds rude at any given moment. you’re sitting on the couch, lamentations and explanations spilling from your lips as you grip the plush material of the cushion you sit on, when you finally pause to take a breath. kaminari uses this opportunity to interrupt you.

“woah, woah, woah.” he hesitantly puts a hand on your shoulder. “can you back up?”

“oh, yeah,” you start to move back in your seat and kaminari stifles a laugh.

“no, can you start your story from the beginning?” he asks. “take your time, i’m not going anywhere.”

“i’m really, really sorry about what happened the other day,” you apologize, then look at him finally and ogle his hair. “i got… scared,” you admit earnestly. before he can make any question of it, you continue, “i like you too, see. and i never really, seriously acted on it - i didn’t want to. so when you did the inevitable and confessed… it scared me. the truth is… i’m not the best at romance or relationships. i don’t want to put anyone through that, again.” your voice wavers but finishes strong as you look kaminari in the eyes.

“that?” he asks. he’s afraid he’s crossed a line, but you reply all the same.

“i was in a relationship, once. i wasn’t… i wasn’t good enough. i didn’t do the things that people in a relationship are supposed to do, i guess.” you fiddle with the fabric of the couch, looking down at your fingers. your voice gives away the vulnerability of the topic, wrapped in a stiff disconnection; you’ve distanced yourself from it, probably once too familiar with the feelings you speak of.

“it’s okay,” kaminari says, almost too quickly. he slows himself down. “that’s… completely fine,” he admits truthfully. “we can go slow. i… i can wait.”

“can you?” you look up at him, hope shining your eyes. it dims quickly before you say, “you don’t have to. i don’t want to limit you…”

“the only person i want is you,” he reassures you, hesitantly taking your hand in his. “you’re not…” he struggles for words, “...limiting me if i don’t have eyes for anyone else.”

“are you sure?” it’s an almost inaudible whisper, clutching your hopes in three words that are held together by thin threads.

“i’ve never been more sure,” kaminari replies confidently, giving your hand an encouraging squeeze.

“okay,” you breathe out, relief tingeing your speech. “i… want to be with you.”

it takes everything in kaminari not to kiss you right there.

“oh, by the way-” you say, standing up from the couch and leaving kaminari to sit alone, “did you still want to borrow that copy of black butler?”

“the one with the maid who has a gun?” kaminari asks, eyes wide. how did you know about that?

“yeah. you kept staring at it before, so i assumed…”

“yeah. yeah, no, yeah, that’d be really great. amazing, actually. wonderful. stupendous-” kaminari shuts himself up before he can ramble on longer.

“okay, give me a second,” you respond, smiling, and exit to the hallway to retrieve the manga.

you return with the volume in hand, placing it in kaminari’s hands.

“thanks,” he says as he glides his thumb over the glossy cover and mint condition. it’s heavier than kaminari thought, and it feels like the weight of a heart. he’ll be sure to take extra care of it, holding it with ginger fingers and a sweet, sweet feeling in his chest.

#kaminari x reader #kaminari fluff #kaminari angst #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #bnha angst #denki kaminari #kaminari denki #bnha #luna's writing #kaminari headcanons #bnha headcanons

107 notes · View notes

tbtssstuff · 4 years

Text

Helping Hands || kth

Summary: Your father hired Taehyung to lend a helping hand around the farm every summer, but what he didn’t know was that Taehyung also lent his ‘helping hands’ to his daughter too.

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Farmers Daughter!Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1.8k

Warning: Reader being thirsty for Tae (is that a warning? Cause tbh we all be hella thirsty for that man), sneaking around, oral (f receiving), fingering, Tae is REALLY good with his hands

Masterlist

AN: Oh boy! Here we go! I like this Tae, if you guys would be interested in a part 2, I have a maybe idea in mind. For now enjoy Taehyung and his yummy hands (I swear I don’t have a hand kink 😳)

-TJ/Taco Admin 🌮

The country summer heat wasn’t anything to bat an eyelash at and your dad was getting too old to work the long grueling hours outside. Which is why he hired 15 year old Kim Taehyung.

Taehyung needed the money and your father needed the help.

You met Taehyung on his first day. He was a scrawny, bony kind of boy, but his face was cute and he was nice. His boxy smile was always so inviting. You would bring him out some lemonade and a sandwich around noon and just talk to him while he took his break.

You learned about his family, his dreams, and about his girlfriend back in the city. From how he talked about her, she was nice. An American exchange student named Tiffany; blonde, pretty, and apparently really knew her way around Taehyung’s dick.

At first you were grossed out by his stories, then they started becoming normal the more you saw him. He dated Tiffany for 2 years before she cheated on him. Poor guy was devastated and you wanted to comfort your friend, but you didn’t plan to comfort him by letting him take your virginity. It just happened all too fast.

You were both in the barn at night, watching the rain fall, and you listened to Taehyung pour his heart out to you. You would run your fingers through his dark brown hair as he lay with his head on your lap.

It was getting late and you knew you shouldn’t have snuck out to meet him there, but you couldn’t help it. You were his friend and he was heart broken, so of course you were going to be there.

One thing led to another and the next thing you knew Taehyung was thrusting into you, helping you through your third orgasm of the night.

That was the night you realized how in love with Taehyung you were. You knew your father would object to your relationship, so you never told him and dated Taehyung in secret.

It was hard during the school year, as he lived in the city, because you didn’t see him. Sure you had late night phone calls and Skype, but it didn’t mean you didn’t miss his touch. Miss his hands on your body.

“Is it summer yet?” You whine, putting your laptop at the end of your bed and laying down in front of it, taking pride at the way Taehyung not so subtly stairs at your chest.

Taehyung licks his lips,eyes never leaving your chest. “Whine more baby. Looks good on you.”

“Is it the only thing that looks good on me?”

Taehyung chuckles and shakes his head. He knew what you were up to, but you both had made a promise not to Skype sex or masturbate the last three weeks of summer, to make the first night of sex that more special.

“Y/n.” He warned. “Just three more days.”

“Of absolute torture!”

“You’ll live. Come on it’s late and we don’t want to get caught right?”

You hated it when he was right, but you knew he was.

“I miss you.”

Taehyung smiles. “I miss you more.”

It was actually four days until you saw Taehyung again. Both of you forgot it took a while to get from the city to the country, but here you were, standing beside your father, as Taehyung pulled up in his car.

You tried not to show how excited you were, but you were really bad at hiding it. Your father just thought you were happy to see your friend again.

Taehyung turned off his car, got out, and before he could even utter a word you were on him. Your arms wrap around his neck as you shoot yourself off the ground. You have to fight the urge to kiss his face silly.

“Tae! Welcome back!”

“Glad to be back.”

Taehyung,very reluctantly, let you go and went over to your father, shaking his hand. They exchange smiles and firm nods, men things, but in the end your father pulled Taehyung in for a hug, patting his back fondly.

“Taehyung,” Your father pats his back one more time before stepping back, “It’s really nice of you to come up each summer to lend a helping hand.”

“Always happy to help sir.”

Yes. Yes he was. You could hardly contain yourself thinking about Taehyung and his helping hands, but you had to. Your father was right there.

Your father told Taehyung where to put his stuff, not like he didn’t already know where it went, but you quickly interjected.

“Daddy, why doesn't Tae stay inside the house this summer? It’s supposed to be the hottest yet and honestly it’s not nice to make him sleep in the barn when we have a perfect guest room.”

“It builds character.”

“Yes, but-”

“It’s okay Y/n.” Taehyung interrupted you, laying a hand on your shoulder, his touch electrifying you. “I can respect your dad’s wishes.”

There was a long pause before your father sighed, shaking his head. “No she’s right.”

You smile knowing that your father would give in eventually.

“Come on. Let’s get your luggage in the house. Then we can get started.”

Taehyung slings his bag over his shoulder and follows your father inside, but not before giving you a knowing nod and a wink.

It was around noon when you went out and saw Taehyung again. You knew your father would be taking his noon nap and Taehyung would be out in the field. With a cup of lemonade and a sandwich in hand, you venture out to find your man.

“Hey smelly.”

Taehyung chuckles, standing to his full height and it was then that you noticed that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Sweat glistened off his tan skin, drops of it inched down his neck and chest. You were drooling at the sight of him and didn’t even care.

Knowing full well what he does to you, Taehyung made his way over to you, smirk and all, and took the glass of lemonade from your hand. “For me? You shouldn’t have.”

Hip lips touched the glass, eagerly drinking the cool liquid, some of it dripping from his lips. You wanted to lick the trail it left.

“I uh…” Your eyes trail up and down his body. It didn’t matter how many times you saw it, Taehyung’s body always tended your mouth water. It was hard and gorgeous. “I brought you a sandwich too. In case you were hungry.”

“Starved, but not for food.”

“Wha-”

Taehyung cut you off with his lips, his hands cupping your ass. You were caught so off guard that you dropped the plate, but really you didn’t care at the moment because the feeling of Taehyung’s lips against yours and his hands on your ass was all you could focus on.

“God I missed you.” Taehyung growls and kisses from your lips, down your jaw, and your neck - making sure to nibble your flesh every now and then.

“I missed you more.” You moan.

Taehyung quickly dropped to his knees, his hands rubbing up your legs, licking his lips at the sight of your short denim skirt. The one thing Taehyung could never resist on you was this exact skirt.

He licks his lips, eyes never leaving yours as you pant above him. Taehyung kissed his way from your knee up to your inner thigh before biting it. You bit your lip hard to prevent the moan from slipping out of your mouth. Taehyung was less than pleased about that and you knew it. The quieter you try to be, the more determined he gets.

His long fingers played with the lace of your panties and you squirm under his touch, whimpering each time his thumb would lightly press against your clit. You try to grind against his hand, but his other hand holds your hips still.

“Taehyung,” You breath, “I can’t take all this teasing.”

Taehyung smirks at the desperation in your voice and opted to grant your wish, pushing your panties to the side before he dove face first into your core.

You gasp at the sudden sensation, gripping his long dark curls as an anchor, you head falling back to hit the barn. It didn’t even matter to you that you guys were outside where anyone could see you at any moment. All you wanted was Taehyung.

Taehyung’s lips wrap around your clit, sucking and swirling his tongue around the bud while his hand slid up and down your slit to collect your slick before he pushed two of his fingers inside of you. The moan you were desperately trying to hold back ripping out of your throat.

“Oh god Tae!” You mewl, finally free to grind your cunt against his face.

Taehyung doesn't let up, quickly pumping his finger into you. You tighten your grip on his hair as the coil within your stomach starts to tighten as well, Taehyung moaning against your clit, the vibrations helping to push you further to the edge.

You hadn’t touched yourself in weeks, as per Taehyung’s orders, so you knew you weren’t going to last long at this rate, but you didn’t care.

Faster and faster, Taehyung thrusts his fingers, soon adding a third one. The stretch was delicious. You shut your eyes tight as you feel your high approaching, but all at once Taehyung stops and pulls his head away from your cunt.

“No!” You cry, not caring how desperate you sound, “Please! I was so close! Taehyung don’t stop!”

“Then look at me baby. I want you to keep your eyes on me as I make you cum.”

You nod quickly and he smirked. His good girl was so eager to cum and he was loving every second of it.

Suddenly Taehyung added a fourth finger, stretching you as far as you could go, and thrust hard into you. You moan loudly, wanting to shut your eyes again from the amount of pleasure he was giving you, but you keep them open and trained on Taehyung’s face.

You could feel yourself getting close to the edge and Taehyung could tell too. He was always so attuned with your body.

“Cum for me, Y/n.”

You scream as you finally went over the edge. All you could see was stars as Taehyung continued to thrust his fingers into you.

When you started to come down from your high, whining for Taehyung to stop, it was only after a few more thrusts that he pulled his fingers out of you. They glistened in the sunlight with your cum. Taehyung licked his lips before popping his fingers into his mouth, savoring the taste of you.

“Now see,” Taehyung smirked, “Wasn’t that worth the wait?”

You roll your eyes at him. “Get up cowboy. I think it’s time to help you now.”

Taehyung smiled and took your hand.

“You are too good to me.”

“I know.” You both laughed as you went into the barn.

Tag list: @harleygirl808 @yoongisabby

#kim taehyung x reader smut #taehyung x reader smut #kim taehyung smut #taehyung smut #kim taehyung x reader #taehyung x reader #kim taehyung #bts x reader #bts x reader smut #bts smut #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts reactions #tacoadmin #tbtsstuff

468 notes · View notes

ssson-of-sparda · 3 years

Text

Strawberry Sundae

Summary: It's story time! Have you ever wondered why Dante affectionate strawberry sundaes so much? Well Patty has and luckily for her, he is about to tell her. It will just cost her a small favour. A man got to pay his debts remember.

Tags: ANGST (but with some very cute moments) / Dante’s childhood / childhood trauma

Author’s note: This is my take on Dante’s origins and also my first time writing for the Devil May Cry fandom. I hope I did it right and that you will love it. Set whenever you want but definitely after the DMC Anime. I made the reader female (in case I write a sequel. I have ideas for one, just tell me if you want one), but it can definitely be read as Gen!Reader if you make some small changes.

To most people Patty Lowell looked so cute and angelic with her girly lacy dresses and her silk ribbons in her baby blond hair they’d think butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. But to Dante, she was the most annoying brat that ever walked this earth and, even though he would never admit it, also one of his dearest friends. And like all his friends, he owed her big. “I’ll erase that from your tab.” She said as she swallowed a spoonful of vanilla ice cream. “Oh c’mon! You keeping counts now?” Dante harrumphed and watched the kid wipe her mouth like a very distinguished lady. “You spend too much time with Lady.” “Not too much. Just enough to know you owe me a trip to the beach, two dresses, a dozen ice cream cones and six strawberries sundaes” She counted on her fingers and Dante sighed as he slouched in the fake-leather seat of Freddy’s diner. “Well, you can’t have it all now, can you?” “You’ve been saying this for months. And for months you’ve been eating hundreds of sundaes and bought none for me.” She grumbled, staring at him with a pout as he nonchalantly took the strawberry on top of his sundae to eat it, eyes closed to savour the sweetness of the fruit in his mouth. “What’s with your obsession with strawberry sundaes anyway?” She asked, genuinely curious. After all, even after spending so much time with Dante, watching him evolve in his natural habitat (meaning the Devil May Cry) and coming to the conclusion that Dante was a very unique species of man, one that whose diet was only based on pizzas and strawberry sundaes and that knew nothing of women, Patty still hadn’t figured why he was the way he was. Dante opened an eye to see her impatiently waiting for an answer. “If I tell you, would you consider erasing … let’s say six sundaes of my tab?” He smirked, knowing Patty would not resist the curiosity to know more about him. “That could be arranged. But your story better be good!”

STRAWBERRY SUNDAE

One more step and this would be the furthest Dante had ever been from his house. Of course, he had dared follow Vergil down to that weird old man’s house to secretly spy on his brother, wondering what was so interesting and fun in keeping a wrinkly company but he had never stepped a foot in the city. Never could. The only time he had tried and had somehow managed to go down the hill of his red home without tumbling down the steep rocky stairs and lay even just a toe on the urban pavement he was now standing on, his father and his sharp demonic earring had found him and brought him back home with a firm grip around the collar of his white shirt. Sparda had scolded him so much that day that even Vergil hadn’t dared smirking. But here he was. Wet, trembling and cold, under a pouring rain, wondering where to go, what to do, both feet on the pavement, his tiny arms holding on tight to his father’s sword which was way bigger than he was. He had never been so terrified, so alert, his blue eyes widened and scanning all his surroundings in every direction possible like a poor defenceless animal fearing for its life, wondering if a deadly predator was secretly watching him crouched in the thickest shadow, the same kind of predator that took his mother and brother away from him. He wanted to call for help, ask someone, anyone for guidance but he didn’t know whom to trust or if he could trust anyone. All he knew was that he had to be strong, that he had to be a big boy, a man. That’s what his mother had told him before leaving, before … A tear streamed down his childish face. Not the first one tonight. He wiped it with his sooty knuckle but a new one appeared, bigger and more painful. It stung his eye and he cried harder. A devil should not cry but he was so tired. And he wanted his mama. And he wanted his big brother. But they were gone and behind him, his house up the hill was just a pile of smoking ash and burnt bricks.

“Why are you crying?” Dante jumped and his small yet strong grip grabbed a hold of Rebellion’s hilt. It took his eyes a short second to fall upon the face of a little girl holding a green frog-shaped umbrella above both their heads. “Are you lost?” She said as she tried to catch a glimpse of Dante’s face hidden behind layers of soot and wet hair. “Is it a real sword?” “Don’t touch it!” Dante growled, pressing his father’s sword tighter against his chest, shielding it from the curious child as she tried to put her fingers on the legendary weapon. It had seen Vergil do that countless of times. And though it never worked with him, it formidably worked with the child in front of him. “It’s my dad’s.” “Is your dad a knight?” She questioned with amazed (colour) eyes, imagining heroes in shining armours resembling the ones in the stories her mother would read her before bed. “My dad is the Legendary Dark Knight.” Dante spat, scowling behind his silver hair falling over his eyes, a pitiful and vain attempt at sending the little girl packing. After all, to her eyes, he didn’t look impressive at all, more like a wet small kitten that someone had abandoned in the street. She shrugged “My dad doesn’t have a sword and he is not a legendary dark prince or whatever but he has a mighty spatula and his strawberry sundaes are the best in the whole kingdom!” She exclaimed with an over-the-top enthusiasm that made Dante’s weary frown even more pronounced. “That’s the name of my father’s diner.” She pointed at the pinkish red neon sign across the street. Kingdom’s diner. “You’re hungry?” Dante thought he wasn’t until he heard a rumbling in his tummy. Yes, maybe he was even though his heart was preoccupied by other things than hunger. “Come on. Follow me.” He hesitated for a few seconds, watching the girl cross the crowded street in her way-too-large yellow oilskin - which was probably not hers now that he thought about it – and feeling the rain pouring on his shivering body again. “Well? What are you waiting for?” With one last look at his destroyed home up on the hill, Dante finally took a step towards the girl waiting for him by the warm neon lights of the diner. And he took another step, and another, feeling a weird weight forming in his stomach. A mix of apprehension and hope. Apprehension of what’s waiting in this unknown land and hope that his father would suddenly appear and bring him back home. But once more, Sparda never showed up and the child was left alone. Dante had never ventured that far away from home but he had no home anymore, right?

The diner was warm and cosy, with red plastic booth seats and speckled grey linoleum-covered tables that were incredibly clean and shiny. On the walls there were vintage-like pictures of old cars, old advertisements and old Hollywood stars who were almost all complete strangers to Dante apart from a glamorous blond woman with a weird mole and another one with a tiara and a cigarette holder. Pretty sure he had seen them both in some boring movies he had seen – or slept through - with his mother and Vergil. Mama. Vergil. He missed them already. Terribly.

A new tear fell along his cold cheek and Dante looked down, devastated that he would never see them again; guilty that he could not save them, angry that his father had not been there to protect them. And with his wet sorrow came scorching flashes and piercing screams. But soon they were covered by the sound of weird music sizzling in a machine that looked like from another time. “I always listen to music when I feel bad. I like music. Do you like music?” She was impossibly chatty but deep down Dante knew it was only to take his mind off whatever she thought he was thinking about. After all, he would use the same trick on his brother. “There are a hundred of songs in this jukebox.” So that was this hellish machine was. A jukebox. “Pick one. I’ll make some strawberry sundae” She smiled and disappeared behind the counter which was way too high for Dante to see what she was doing. “Oh but don’t play the music too loud. My parents are sleeping upstairs.”

He didn’t know how it worked but he thought that pushing a button would do the trick. And so he did. And he almost fell on his butt when the jukebox started shaking and doing weird sizzling noises. Had he just broken it? “I… I” He mumbled pointing at the machine and the girl’s childish head popped up from behind the counter a bit like a funny rabbit leaves his hole. “Kick it!” She said and Dante looked at her, harrumphed and unsure he had heard right. His mother never allowed him to kick anything … especially not Vergil … and he kicked Vergil a lot … because he deserved it. “There!” The girl approached and gave the dying machine a small yet firm kick that made it come back to life. “It does that sometimes.”

“What’s with all the racket?” A loud voice growled and a man with tousled and sparse black hair appeared from upstairs. Only wearing an old navy blue robe over a white t-shirt and a pair of checked slippers, he looked asleep and yet angry. “Y/N what are you doing … up?” His somewhat aggressiveness turned into confusion when he saw Dante standing next to his beloved daughter. He blinked a couple times and shook his head to make sure he was perfectly awake and not dreaming. What was this boy doing in his restaurant? All wet and covered in soot? “Who are you?” He managed to voice. Dante opened his mouth though unsure what to answer. “He’s my friend.” The girl replied. “Your friend?” She nodded vigorously. “I was making him a strawberry sundae.”

If there was two things Mister Y/LN had a soft spot for, it was food – sugary and greasy food – and his precious daughter Y/N. She was his little princess, his only daughter, the apple of his eye (even when there was sleep crust in its corner like right now). He could not refuse her anything and could not stay mad at her for more than a couple of minutes to the great disappointment of his wife. And even though he knew it was wrong, he couldn’t help it. “Y/N” He sighed and went to kneel in front of his daughter. “You cannot invite a little boy that late at night. I’m sure his parents must be very worried.” He glanced at Dante who looked down his brown boots hiding his eyes yet again behind his silver hair. What curious hair. “But since he is here, let’s eat those strawberry sundaes.” The little girl grinned and ran back to finish her creamy dessert with an enthusiasm that made the man smile for a small second.

Even though Mister Y/LN was weak for his daughter he was still a man of reason. Something deep in his guts was telling him something was wrong with that kid and the last thing he wanted was trouble. Who was he? Where did he come from? What happened to him? Where were his parents? Was he some kind of street kid? A child of drug dealers from the rough areas of Red Grave? Should he call the police? Maybe so. Certainly so. They would certainly know what to do. It was their job after all. He was just a cook, a sleepy cook. What could he do, except offering that scrawny kid a strawberry sundae? “Why don’t you sit, boy?” He waved at the stool and Dante climbed on it without saying a word. “I’ll be right back.”

“So what’s your name?” The little girl said as she placed two coupe glasses filled with cream, ice cream and strawberries right before Dante’s eyes that immediately ogled at the dessert with greediness. So much sugar, so much cream, so many strawberries. He loved chocolate, but this, this looked like even better than chocolate and his stomach seemed to agree. Excited to taste it, he went to grab the spoon that was placed by the couple but was immediately stopped. “Wait. I’m not done.” Y/N shouted and, with a frown and the tip of her pink tongue out, cautiously topped both sundaes with a cherry and two pink wafers. “There. Now you can eat it.” She barely had time to finish the sentence that Dante quickly stuffed a generous spoonful in his tiny mouth. OH GOD! If his mother saw him right now eating so much sugar in the middle of the night she would be furious. But this was the most delicious thing in the world. After pizza of course. He ate another spoonful, and another, humming after each, as he was slowly reaching a comforting sugary paradise. “I’m guessing you like it.” The little girl giggled, laughing at his mouth as round as a balloon and the cream running from the corner of his lips. Dante froze at the laugh and stare at her with a blush creeping up his inflated cheeks until he swallowed with a big gulp. “Yeah.” He confessed and Y/N smiled at the small amount of joy she caught in his childish voice. “You still haven’t told me your name. I’m Y/N by the way.” She reached out to shake his hand and Dante stared at it for a few seconds, remembering what his mother had told him as she hid him a wardrobe.

You must change your name. Forget your past and start a new life as someone else. But who could he be? And could he be someone else? After all, he had always been Dante, the restless daredevil son of Sparda and Eva and annoying little brother to Vergil who always picked a fight for fun and found ways to be involved in new kinds of mischiefs. There was a silence, heavy and pregnant, as the boy tried to answer the questions in his confused little head and as the girl patiently waited for him to talk. And only the lively music from the jukebox could be heard in the room. And it sang to Dante ‘Hey there Anthony boy. Why are you in such a rush (go!). The girl, she wanna talk to you. Look at him, how he blush (go!)’ giving birth to his new identity. A new beginning. “I’m Anthony.” He finally grabbed her hand and she shook it with a smile that he tried to mimic. An effort he thought he would have never done tonight but that he did for her. Calm down, Tony me boy. “Tony for short.” “Well nice to meet you, Tony. I’m sure we’re going to be good friends.”

And with a new spoonful of strawberry sundae he said goodbye to Dante. Hey there, Anthony boy!

***

“That was a lovely story, Dante. Sad but lovely.” Patty finally declared after being incredibly silent during Dante’s childhood story. A first. “Glad you liked it.” Dante said with a small smile that was barely concealing the sadness that this memory had brought back. “So does that mean those six sundaes are off my tab?” “I guess so.” She shrugged as she drank the ice cream in her coupe. “Great.” He winked and stood up, throwing a bill on the table before putting his long red coat on. “So … you love strawberry sundaes because they were the first things that gave you comfort after you lost your mom?” “No, I love strawberry sundaes because they remind me why humans are sometimes worth fighting for.”

But mostly, he liked them because they reminded him of someone who had helped him build a new life, someone who had given him kindness, generosity and love when he thought that all he could expect from life was sorrow and pain. They reminded him of you. Yes, that’s why he loved strawberry sundaes.

#devil may cry #dante #devil may cry fanfiction #dmc fanfiction #dante fanfiction #dante x reader #strawberry sundae

31 notes · View notes

kiribaku-queen · 4 years

Text

A Little Taste of Love

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Fluff, cheerleader!AU

Word count: 2.4K

A/N: Something sweet and short to pass time by. I had this idea in my head for a while and thought it was sooo cute! It’s hard putting my ideas onto paper so I hope my ideas came across alright. This is something new I’m trying. No angst at all in this one. Let me know if you want more fluff or if you want me to stick with angst! ENJOY!

Summary: You and Bakugou can butt heads. A lot. But that doesn’t mean you don’t trust him with your life. Especially since he’s responsible for when you fall from lengthy heights. Can the feud between you two turn into something more?

“Bakugou! (y/n)! Can you please do the routine correctly?!” Mina, the cheer captain, scolded you two. This was the third time you were being yelled at, all because of a certain angry, blonde keeps getting in your way.

“Bakugou, I literally keep telling you. I’m gonna walk in front of you first so I can get to my spot faster,” you try to explain once again without getting heated but it was more difficult to hold your temper when he’s not even giving you the time of day.

“Maybe if you walked faster, you’d get to your spot on time,” he retaliated. God, does he make your skin boil! You gave him your dirtiest glare and sure enough, he was glaring right back at you. If you squinted hard enough, you could see steam coming out of both of your ears. But no one else on the team seemed to notice your little argument. Afterall, this was a daily basis for you two. Bakugou was your main cheer partner since you entered the squad and you would trust him with your life. But that doesn’t mean you don’t annoy the shit out of each other. Every practice, one of you would shift the blame on the other for either not getting the beats right or forgetting the moves. The whole team is so used to your constant screaming at each other that they literally just block you guys out.

“Stop arguing and let’s start the music again!” Mina cued the music and everyone was starting the dance off from the top. The dance was going perfect until it got to the point where you and Bakugou would often collide. You were stubborn. So you weren’t going any faster than you already were going to show Bakugou that he could try to cooperate with you for once. As you made your way in front of Bakugou, he managed to back up a little farther so you barely touched. When you two make it in your lines, you looked at him a little surprised and he has his regular frown on his face.

“Told ya,” you quickly mutter to him. You hear him scoff beside you and everyone finishes the dance off perfectly and elegantly.

“Nice! Okay, take a break!” Mina announces. Everyone sighs with relief and immediately either goes to take a drink or lay on the floor, exhausted. You and Bakugou did the latter. 3 hour of hard work to only get the dance right once? Fuck, you guys have so much work to do. But you were determined. Nationals was only a week away. This is the first time you’ve been to nationals so you had a burning passion to at least get top 3. Break wasn’t long, about 5 minutes then you had to get back to practice.

For the rest of practice, you, Bakugou, Kirishima and Kaminari were working on a few stunts. Kirishima and Kaminari being the 2 bases, Bakugou as the back spotter and you as the flyer. They were always your go-to team because the team’s chemistry always worked so well, at least most of the time.

“(y/n)!” Kirishima yelled. As you were high in the air, you lost your balance and started to fall. Quick on their feet, all three boys worked to catch you and you fell right in their arms. What a dream come true for most ladies.

“Dumbass! If you locked your knees, you wouldn’t have fallen!” Bakugou scolded you and you glared at him in response.

“Well maybe if you held my legs properly, I wouldn’t have fallen!” you retaliated right back.

“Okay let’s not-” Kirishima tried to calm you two down but it was too late. A string of insults and curses were thrown at each other and no one was able to stop the flow. Until the dependable cheer captain came along.

“Break it up you two. If you guys yell any closer to each other, you might as well kiss,” she said with a small laugh under her breath. Those around you chuckled but her comment didn’t faze you two at all.

“I’d rather kiss Denki than kiss her,” Bakugou pointed at the electric blonde. Denki was initially shocked at his statement but then his eyes lit up with stars and he reached his arms out to Bakugou

“Well why didn’t you say so!” Denki said enthusiastically and jumped on Bakugou to give him a good smooch.

“GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” Bakugou screamed, pushing Denki away as far as possible but the other blonde was persistent. If it wasn’t for Mina, Denki would be regretting his life decisions.

“Get back to work you four,” Mina said before going to work with other groups. And so, you kept practicing and practicing until by the end of practice, your group got the stunt down, no problem. Everyone was about to change and leave for the day when Mina pulled you and Bakugou to the side.

“Before you go, I want to add this new move to the dance and was hoping you two would do it,” Mina asked. You were excited while Bakugou, on the other hand, didn’t have an amused expression.

“Why us?” he asked. Well, he could have asked in a nicer tone. You were honored that the cheer captain chose you out of all the girls on the team to perform this stunt but Bakugou acted like he didn’t give a shit. You poked him on his side, earning a small ‘what’ coming from him.

“It’s because you guys have the best chemistry on the team,” Mina continued, completely ignoring Bakugou. As she should! “Please?” she begged, giving, mostly you, the puppy dog eyes. How could you say no to that? So of course you agreed despite what your partner had to say.

“Do you have anything to do later?” you asked the man beside you. He shook his head and you sighed in relief. “Good, because we need all the practice we can get.”

The stunt required you to be in the air doing a scorpion and when you fall, you have to do a spin down and Bakugou would catch you in his arms. The only thing that made you nervous was that now, there’s only one person to catch you. Not that you didn’t trust Bakugou, you did. But you’re not the best at keeping your balance and the fact that you have to only balance on one foot is going to be tricky.

In order to do the stunt in the first place, you had to make sure you knew how to do the scorpion by itself first. You balanced yourself on one foot first and lifted the other leg up over your head. Phew, easy. Now can you do it while balancing on Bakugou’s one hand? You started off practicing with the mat so in case you fell, which you did a lot, so it would be a much softer landing. Bakugou got into position, lift you up to his chest. When you were stable and tight enough, he lifted you up fully, arms extended all the way out. Now it was up to you to do the rest. But as soon as you made it in the air, you tried to balance yourself on one foot, but you lost balance. You fall quite a bit so when you knew you were going to fall, you tried to make yourself feel lower to the ground so Bakugou could catch you easier.

“Sorry,” you apologized when you got caught.

“Try it again,” was all he said before getting back into position. Typical Bakugou response. Always straight to the point. Always the one who wants to get everything perfect. Time and time again, you kept falling over and over. Some times you got further than where you were before, but then some times it just wasn’t working.

“Tight, tight, tight,” Bakugou said over and over again to remind you to keep your body tight so that you don’t fall. He was looking up at you, evaluating every move that you made and making sure you were doing it correctly. Finally, you made it into your scorpion position. A little wobbly but you did it.

“Nice. Okay, I’m going to throw you now,” Bakugou continued to instruct every move and gave you a good warning before doing anything. You nodded, ready for the finale. He counted down and threw you in the air. You twist and turn, making your way into his arms. But your body wasn’t coming down straight. It was going way over to the side, catching Bakugou off guard.

“Shit!” Bakugou cursed under his breath and chased after you. He extended his arms out, barely catching you in the process. “(y/n), are you okay?” he asked, worried that you might have hurt something. He definitely caught you in his arms, but he fell in the process. Which led to him laying in the grass while you were cushioned above him. You looked up and started beating on his chest.

“Ah! We were so close!” you complained. You were about finished with the stunt and you couldn’t stick the landing. Now you have to keep practicing. To think the ending would have been the easiest part.

“Idiot, that’s not what you should be concerned about now,” Bakugou said, knocking you on the side of the head. “Are you hurt anywhere?” he asked. You looked at your body, felt your face and moved all your limbs. Looks good to you. It’s only then did you finally realize what situation you were in.

“No, I’m not. Shit, are you?” you asked him, already checking to see if he hurt or sprained anything. You couldn’t see it but with how close you two were right now, Bakugou couldn’t help but look away with blush running to his cheeks. You’ve always had to be close but never this close.

“I’m fine,” he says, getting up with you still laying on top of him. This caused you to sit in his lap, your faces still pretty close together. You both stared into each other’s eyes for a while, waiting for what the other person was going to do next.

“Hey dumbass,” Bakugou’s deep voice caught your attention and brought you back to reality. “Let’s do it again.”

Days on end, until the day of the competition, your team continuously worked on improving your routine and even added in the new stunt you and Bakugou worked so hard to perfect. It was now the day of the competition and your team got to the venue a bit early. So a representative led your team to one of the waiting rooms that was assigned to your school.

“Yes! Finally time to relax before the competition!” one of the other girls on your team cheered and made herself comfortable on the sofa.

“Make sure to stretch properly, drinks lots of water and eat before we go on!” Mina announced to everybody. There was still an hour left until the competition began. So an hour to kill. Bakugou was on one of the sofa, playing games on his phone. You went up behind him and wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him and resting your chin on top of his head.

“What do you want?” Bakugou asked in an annoyed tone, eyes not leaving his phone for a second.

“I’m bored,” you told him. Hopefully he’ll get the hint and entertain you a little bit.

“Did you stretch?”

“Yes.”

“Did you eat?”

“Yup.”

“Bathroom check?”

“Yes sir.”

“Then fuck off,” he said, pushing your arms away from him. You pout and made your way around the couch to sit next to him.

“Bakugou!” you tugged on his arm but he still wouldn’t look away from his phone. “Cuddle me?” you looked at him with puppy dog eyes. It was then that he finally spared you a glance but no was still no. With deflated shoulders, you just sat next to him and watched him play his game. If he wasn’t going to entertain you, then you’ll get someone else to.

“Kirishima!” you called to the red head that was across the room. “Come cuddle me!” and you waved your hands over, inviting him into your arms. He smiled and started walking to you when Bakugou set your arms down, pulled you in close and forced your head to rest on his shoulder while his hand is snaked around your waist. The image on his phone no longer showed his game. Instead, he put on a video for both of you to watch. You looked up and Bakugou was focused on the screen. You tried to stop yourself from smiling but everyone in that room saw it. You shifted in your position to get comfy in his warmth.

In no time, you started to drift asleep. Eventually, you ended up taking a nap on Bakugou’s shoulder. Bakugou was quick to notice but didn’t stop watching the video. He let you sleep comfortably on his shoulder and tried not to move so that he didn’t wake you up.

“Hey, look. (y/n)’s asleep. Let’s mess with her,” Bakugou heard Kaminari whisper to Kirishima. Bakugou glances up with slanted eyes to see Kaminari already making his move. His hand was out, about to touch your nose. He knows this trick. He’s seen it all the time because Denki likes to do it to every person who falls asleep. He was going to plug your nose so that you can’t breathe and as a result, wake up panicking. Denki thinks it’s the funniest thing in the world. But not this time. Before the electric boy could touch you, Bakugou slaps his hand away. And his slaps hurt like a bitch! Denki silently screams, clutching his red hand. Bakugou glares at him, telepathically telling him that he shouldn’t even dare wake you up. And that went for everyone. He was going to let you sleep peacefully until the start of the competition. Everyone let you two alone at that point.

Bakugou looked down at your sleeping face. Your soft breathing and the drool coming out on the side of your mouth made him laugh a bit.

“Dumbass,” he whispered to himself, but it was more to you. He rested his head on top of yours and also started to close his eyes. Maybe he enjoyed your presence after all.

A/N: Let me know your thoughts and if you want more fluff in the future! Or if I should stick with angst :)

#bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou #bnha bakugou #bakugou imagine #bakugou oneshot #bakugou x y/n #bnha imagines #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #cheerleading au

143 notes · View notes

jj-iz-bae · 4 years

Text

Don't tell me not to worry

Word count: 1722 words

Requested by @sunwardsss : Can you do comfort 38 and 43 for Chase please? 38: “I’m in the hospital.”43: “You don’t have to sleep here just because I got admitted.”

Pairings: Chase Stokes x Reader; Chase Stokes x Rudy Pankow; Rudy Pankow x platonic!reader

Warnings: Hospitals,seizures,Fluff,bad spelling and grammar

Note from author: so this is actually based on a seizure episode I had. It only happend one time and was caused by strep throat which triggered a reaction in the auto immune disorder (the disorder basically is that instead of my immune system attacking the virus or illness, my immune system attacks my brain causing all sorts of weird things to happen. When I was younger only strep throat triggered a "flare" of increased symptoms ie ocd,anxiety,age regression,mood swings,foggy brain and other things. Sadly the disorder has developed so that I flare with any illness, not just strep) ANYWAYS 😂 I hope you enjoy this Fluff with a tiny pinch of angst. Just a tiny bit if you squint. Ace is my nickname for Chase and I've used it in other blurbs. I just think it's cute. Kinda like how I call Rudy Panky🙃

Chase was wrapping up a day on set, shoving all his belongings into a backpack. He slung the backpack over his shoulder and grabbed his keys ,leaving his casting trailer when his phone started ringing. He just realized he hadn’t heard from you all day. Seeing your name flash across the screen, he stopped in his tracks and answered. “Hey baby girl! I haven’t heard from you all day!” Chase exclaimed as he started to kick a rock around with his foot. “Sorry Ace. Please don’t freak out.I’m totally fine now but I'm in the hospital.” you explained slowly. Chase’s eyes grew large as he starred jogging to his car. "Don't tell me not to worry baby! Where are you? What happened?" Chase asked as he reached his car and fumbled with the keys, trying to move quickly in his panicked state. He swore under his breath as he dropped his keys and put you on speaker phone while he picked up his keys. You heard the rustling on the other end of the phone and grew nervous. "Chase! Babe are you OK? Calm down I promise I'm OK!" Rudy just so happened to be walking to his car when he heard your voice and saw Chase cursing at his car keys. "Hey dude! What's going on? You OK?" Rudy asked as he walked over to Chase. "Rudy! Y/n's in the hospital and I need to...I just can't.." Chase stuttered. Rudy grabbed the keys out of his hands. "I'll drive. You just talk to her." Rudy threw his stuff in the back of Chase's car as he hopped into the drivers seat and Chase ran around to the passenger seat. "OK sorry babe. Rudy is driving cause you're freaking me out. What happened?" Chase asked, running his hand through his wavy hair as Rudy pulled out of the set parking lot. "Thanks for taking care of him Rudy! I swear I'm fine! I'm at St. Marcus hospital. I think it's pretty close to town." Rudy picked up his phone and pulled up directions on his GPS before placing his phone in the cup holder so he could see the map. "No problem hun! Now tell us what happened before Chase pulls his hair out." Rudy answered ."Yeah you're scaring the shit out of me,Baby girl." Chase let out a breathy giggle.

"OK. Well I had my mom over and we were just hanging out watching TV and everything went black. Everything sounded echoey and I tried to open my eyes but it was like i had no control. I started convulsing and got sick. Mom called an ambulance and they brought me to the ER. The Er sent me here so I've been in the ambulance twice today!" You sighs. Chase nervously picked at his lips. "So what does that mean? Like did they run any tests yet?" Chase asked as Rudy broke a few traffic laws to get him to you quicker. "They have me hooked up to all these monitors and I'm going for an MRI tomorrow. The doctor said I most likely had a seizure." You explained as you looked at all the wires and iv lines covering your body. Chase let out a breathe that he didn't know he was holding. "OK baby. We will figure this out! Rudy, how far away are we?" Chase looked over at the blonde with red eyes, on the verge of tears. "It's right up here on the left." Rudy mumbled as he leaned over the steering wheel to make sure it was clear to turn. "OK babe. We just pulled into the parking lot. Where do I go?" Chase asked as he unbuckled his seat belt. "I'm on the 7th floor room 54." You said yawning. Rudy pulled up to the main entrance and stopped the car. "Go ahead man. I'll park the car and meet you up there." Rudy explained as Chase gave him a quick hug and jumped out of the car and jogged to the entrance. "OK I'm getting in the elevator now. Ill see you in 2 seconds OK? I'll be right there!" Chase babbled on as he put the phone up to his ear, taking it off speaker. "So how was work?" You asked trying to distract him a little. "Y/n as much as I wanna tell you about my day, I can't remember shit right now." Chase smirked as you hummed in response.

The elevator dinged and Chase got off the elevator and walked up to the nurses station. He put his phone on his shoulder so he wouldn't look rude for not giving the nurse his full attention. "Hello miss! My girlfriend is here somewhere. Room 54. Her name is y/f/n y/l/n. I can give you her birthday if you want to verify I'm not some weirdo." Chase said talking a mile a minute. The nurse just smiled and got up from her desk. "You must be Chase! She told us you were coming! Said you'd be the tall surfer guy with the chocolate brown eyes. Follow me." The nurse smiled before walking down the hall with Chase on her heels. She got to a door and knocked lightly before opening it. "Hey y/n! Surfer boy is here!" The nurse giggled as Chase walked through the door and the nurse closed it behind him. You were laying in the hospital bed with leads attached to your chest and stomach. You also had an iv in her arm and a couple stickers with wires on her head. Upon seeing Chase, you total lost all your composure and started sobbing. Chase rushed over to your side and gently hugged you close. "It's OK baby. I'm here. I've got you." Chase cooed as tears started to run down his face. You scooted over on the bed making room for Chase to lay down. He carefully made sure all the leads were out of the way and nothing was being pulled before tucking you into his chest. " It was so scary! I didn't know what was happening or why." You sniffed as you snuggled into his chest. "Shhhh. It's OK now. It's over. You're here now ad we will figure out what happened and why. Just relax baby." Chase cooed as he rubbed your back. A soft knock made you jump in your sleepy state. Chase said come in before kissing the top of your head, noticing the jolt of your body at the sudden noise. Rudy entered the room with Chase's backpack on his shoulder. "Hey y/n. How you feeling, sweetheart?" Rudy asked in a soft voice as he crouches down next to the bed. "I'm exhausted and confused as to what happened but I feel ok. Thank you for making sure Ace got here OK. I really appreciate it." You said while reaching out to grab Rudy's hand. "No problem at all! JD is coming to pick me up so Chase's car is here." Rudy explained before putting Chase's backpack down. "I thought you might want your bag." Rudy nods to Chase as he stands up. "Thanks man. I owe you one." Chase bumped his fist to Rudy's. "No you don't! You would have done the same for me. You rest up OK y/n? Don't let this guys puppy energy keep you up." Rudy said pointing between the two of you, which made you let out a small chuckle. "He smells like the ocean and is warm. I think I'll have no trouble falling asleep." You mumbles as you snuggles into Chase's chest again. Chase smirks ,holding you close. Rudy's phone dings and he waves good bye so he doesn't disturb the half asleep girl on Chase's chest.

You awoke from your nap to Chase still at your side. You smile up at him. "Sorry I fell asleep on you. You didn't have to stay." Chase opened his eyes lazily, drawing shapes on your arm with his finger. "No way am I leaving you baby. But since you're awake now. I really need to pee." Chase chuckled as he slowly scooted off the bed and walked to the bathroom on the other side of the room. You turned on the TV and sat up a little, looking at the screens and wires all around you. Chase came out of the bathroom, tossing a paper towel into the trash bin, before grabbing his bag from next to the bed. He pulled out his charger and plugged your phone in before putting it down on the table next to you.As he placed the bag down and sat next to you on the bed, a nurse knocked and entered the room. "Hey you two! I have extra sheets and blankets for you! This chair fold out into a lounger so you both don't have to smush together all night." The nurse explained as she sat the extra blankets and linen on the chair. "Thank you so much!" Chase beamed as the nurse came over to your bed side to check all your vitals. "Is there anything I should look for overnight?" Chase asked the nurse."Well if she has any convulsions or gets sick, press this call button." The nurse said pointing to the red button on the wall. "Other than that, if anything has you worried press the button and we will come make sure everything is OK." The nurse smiled as she finished getting your blood pressure and typed the vitals into her laptop before leaving the room. Chase got up from his seat on the bed and opened up the lounger chair, putting on the different sheets ad blankets. "You know, you don't have to sleep here just because I was admitted." You smile watching his basically throw blankets round until he was satisfied. He came and laid down next to you again before pecking your lips. "I told you ,baby. I'm here with you for everything. We'll figure this out together." Chase cooed as he pulled you closer and watched SpongeBob with you on his chest, running his ringers through your hair. "I love you, Ace." You said before kissing his hand. "I love you more,Baby girl."

*photo cred to pintrest*

Taglist:

@afterglowsb-tch13 @cherryobx @sunwardsss @yourlocalauthor @starkeymarkey @k-k0129 @royalpogue @ilovejjmaybank @beatement-l @miniatureauthorpartyspy @bxmaaa @allielozoya @shawnsthighs @i-love-scott-mccall @lilbabyharrys @dannii-li

Comment tag list on any of my writing to be added❤️

84 notes · View notes

fortheloveoffanfic · 4 years

Text

Taking Chances 1/4

Keanu Reeves x Reader (A/n- Why’d i write this brain? Why? Also, to any French speakers, my sincerest apologies if I botched the translations, it’s been a while since I’ve done any of it.)

Warnings- None, I think.

“I don’t know about this,” Y/n sighed despondently, folding her arms across her silk clad chest as she watched him put on his shoes.

Typing the laces of his shiny black shoes, Noah glanced up at her, clear green eyes, behind round spectacles meeting hers with nothing but love and quiet reassurance. She didn’t know if he was tired of her whining by then, but if he was, he was good at keeping it at bay, “It’s going to be fine darling,” he sat up, planting his hands on the sheets, still messy from their sensual morning session, “Come ‘ere,” he beckoned sweetly.

Begrudgingly, Y/n pushed off from the wall near the open Victorian doors that led to the balcony, which in turn overlooked Paris. When she stood before him, clad only in a flimsy silk, pink robe, nothing beneath and her feet bare, Noah pulled her into his lap, holding Y/n close, “What are you worrying your little pretty head about, eh?” The pad of his finger tapped the tip of her nose and him nuzzling the crook of her neck had Y/n’s smile splitting wider, “I know you, and you’ve got this.”

“You’re just saying that,” she leaned into him, seeking further comfort. Wishing that they could just stay in the room for the rest of the day, without any commitments or consequences. But they couldn’t, Noah was there for work and Y/n was supposed to be writing. "Supposed to be" being the operative term. But it was all new territory for her, new city, new apartment, and entirely new career. It was all just happening so quickly.

Thankfully though, she had him.

"I'm not," Noah affectionately pecked her cheek, "I know this is a lot for you, but I believe in you, I just need you to believe in yourself."

"Yeah," she exhaled, looping her arms around his neck, skimming a finger along the back of his neck and smiling when he hummed at her touch. "I'm sorry that I'm being such a baby about this," she pouted, quickly kissing his cheek.

“You are not being a baby,” he reassured between brief kisses, travelling from her cheek to Y/n’s lips. Noah’s hand stayed low on Y/n’s back, the comforting warmth of his palm seeping through the thin material, urging her to lean further into his touch, “Tell you what, why don’t you go on a little solo adventure today? You’ve been stuck with me ever since we got here; you’ve barely gotten a minute to put anything to paper and the only place you’ve seen besides the cafe across the street is the university,” Noah used his free hand to shift a few stray locks from her face, tilting his head so their gazes could meet, “You could take walk through the city maybe hop a metro, go somewhere for inspiration.”

“Babe,” Y/n giggled, taking his face in her hands, his 5 o’clock shadow rough beneath her soft touch, “You’re not in England anymore, I think they call it a train here.”

Noah hummed in amusement, “Actually, I think it's called la rame here,” his enunciation was perfect, reminding Y/n that Noah was far more traveled than she was, having experienced and picked up on several languages along the way. Sometimes, it was hard to believe that he’d spent a whopping five years in Washington, just for her, when Y/n knew that he much preferred exploring the world, spending no more than one or two academic years in one place. Noah was a gypsy of sorts, an English one, who’d picked up an adoration for world history along the way. Always moving, teaching at different universities and sometimes going on archaeology excavations. But when they’d met, he’d taken up a position at a respected university, giving it his all just so they could be together. He was happy, Y/n knew he was, they both were, though, when the offer from a school in Paris came through the mail, she took note of the way his eyes lit up. It was an opportunity to travel again, that time with some to share in the experience. And though he’d deterred the idea, lying to protect her feelings when he said it didn’t matter if they stayed or went, Y/n knew him better and decided that after everything, the least she could do was make a sacrifice for him. And here they were.

“I love it when you speak smart to me,” her flirtatious wink was enough to have him blushing and subsequently leaning in for another kiss, one longer than the others. Y/n’s fingers tangled in his honey, short, loose curls, while her other hand laid flat on his chest, trying to push him into a laying position.

Groaning quietly in protest, with dwindling resolve and barely any ability to refuse her, Noah, gently moved the offending hand away, “We shouldn’t,” his objection had her frowning, “I can’t be late,” letting his large hand cupping Y/n’s cheeks slip down to the knot holding her robe closed, tentatively tugging strip of fabric, he continued, “And we both know if you take this off I won’t be leaving for a while.”

Summoning up her most seductive pout, Y/n trailed her feather light fingers down his chest, “No goodbye orgasm?”

Chuckling, Noah gently encouraged Y/n into a standing position, placing his hands on her hips, “Not today love,” he bent to kiss her quickly, “But maybe later we can have a welcome home orgasm later, when we get back."

Home.

The moderately sized, high ceiling Victorian styled apartment hadn't become much of a home to Y/n yet. There were still boxes tucked away in the corners and none of the furniture belonged to them. Though, Y/n supposed that when one traveled as much as Noah did, home stopped being a place and started being what was constant, who was constant. For him, that was Y/n, she was his home. Maybe he could be hers too.

"Okay," Y/n breathed quietly, walking him to the door, "I'll text to let you know where I'll be, and I’ll see you when we get home. I love you," she endeared at the front door, when he was already standing beneath the threshold.

"I love you too darling," he caressed her cheek one last time, urging his messenger bag further up his shoulder, before setting off. With one final wave and a blown kiss from her end, Noah was gone, taken down by the elevator.

"Cut!" The voice rang through, signaling the halt of everything that was happening in front of the camera. The director sighed quietly, staring hard as she scanned the set, specifically on where most of the extras were gathered, "There," she pointed an accusing finger to the patio dining area at a cafe, "That doesn't look right." Barking someone's name, she waited until an Assistant Director was at her side before continuing harshly, "What the hell is this doing here? I said authentic pieces from the region, this says made in China."

Keanu watched as Alicia, the director shoved the center piece to the young girl's chest, not caring if she got a proper hold on it before walking away as she continued, "Fix it, else you'll have to use your last paycheck as air fare back to L.A!"

"Dios mio," a husky female voice groaned beside him, accent thick, "She's such a bitch." It was his co-star and the movie's female lead, Ayiana. She was Spanish, though years living in America had made her English exceptional.

Keanu glanced towards her way just as she was working against the wind to brush some dirty blonde hair away from her face, "Yeah, she's pretty intense."

"Poor Clara," Ayiana frowned deeply as they started towards their trailers, “I hope she gets that prop, before Alicia loses both their heads.” When they approached the first set of trailers, Ayiana offered Keanu a friendly nudge on the shoulder, “Well this is me,” as she went up the brief bout of metal stairs, getting the door open, she stopped him again, “You know, the nanny has Emmy tonight, and Mark and I are going to that cute little pub nearby, you should come too.”

“I don’t know,” Keanu rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. Going out for drinks that night did sound like it would make for a good time, and he and Ayiana’s husband got on pretty well anyway, but Keanu didn’t want to intrude on their time together either, “I don’t wanna be a third wheel.”

“Tonterías!” Ayiana huffed, shaking her head and folding her arms, “You wouldn’t be a third wheel,” though her English was exceptional for someone who’d moved to America in their adulthood, Ayiana’s accent was thick, especially when she spoke quickly, making it a bit difficult to understand what she was saying. Though, Keanu got the jist of it, “You will come. We meet in the lobby at seven, be there!”

Chuckling, Keanu just nodded, slipping his hands into the pockets of his jeans, “Okay,” he agreed, knowing he didn't really have a choice in the matter. Even if he’d decided to bail at the last minute, she and her husband would probably come up to his room and give him an earful, “I’ll be there,” he waved, walking off.

Keanu’s trailer was just a couple over from Aiyana’s, and on his way, Keanu glanced upwards to the sky, just as the low rumbling of thunder combated the noises he’d grown used in the little town in Luxembourg; the faint hum of air conditioning units and birds chirping. A storm was brewing, it had been plastered all over the local news, and heavy rains, accompanied by gusty winds, thunder and lightning had been predicted to start that night and last through the next three days. Thankfully though, after Keanu was finished with drinks that evening, he hadn’t planned to leave his hotel room until it was all over; hopefully he’d gathered enough to pass his time.

“Shit,” Y/n huffed, nearly on the verge of tears as she ducked beneath the under croft of a local pub. Standing outside the closed doors, she could hear the sounds of loud chatter and music wafting through the cracks, the aroma of booze evident. She couldn’t believe she’d gotten herself in such a mess. The storm, which she’d only learned about when she was caught right in the midst of the beginnings, had prompted the close of all routes back to Paris, and worse yet, her phone had died, just when she’d taken it out to call Noah. Worse yet, Y/n’s search for a pay phone had been fruitless, even as she’d walked along the sidewalk, attempting to ask anyone who’d stop to hear her. Y/n supposed that her efforts might have been successful if she spoke a little French, but alas, Noah had always been more linguistically skilled than she’d been.

Groaning quietly, Y/n spectated the downpour, briefly glancing at the milky sky, occasionally interrupted by frightening flashes of lightning. It really had come down heavy and all at once. Or perhaps, Y/n had just been too enthralled with the quaint, vintage looking town that she hadn’t noticed the first drizzle. Either way, dwelling on it wouldn’t have made any difference, she was already stuck and the least she could do was go into the bar and hope the person at the counter spoke a bit of English.

“Téléphone,” Keanu could hear the urgency in the young woman’s voice, her accent botched, and probably the reason the bartender was ignoring her. About three stools and a couple patrons separated them; he’d just gone to stand there, intent on ordering a second round of drinks, but from the minute she’d caught his eye, Keanu had forgotten all about everything else. Even with wet hair sticking to the sides of her face and drenched clothes clinging to her frame, she looked absolutely gorgeous. He didn’t know her, but he wanted to.

In fact, Keanu might have even gone as far as saying that he felt as if he were being drawn in; enticed by a beautiful, though seemingly desperate woman. Without much thought of anything else, he started wondering what had upset her so much, what was a girl like her doing all alone, soaking went anyway? He had to know.

Swallowing his nerves, planning on using the guise of assistance, Keanu weaved through the small crowd separating them, “Hey,” he tapped her shoulder, causing her to jump and yelp in surprise, “Shit,” he huffed when she turned, holding her small had to her chest, just over a small portion of deliberately exposed cleavage. Her eyes were frenzied and frightened and her lips, agape and quivering, though he didn’t know if it was because she was afraid or just cold. “I’m sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” sheepishly, he offered his best shot at a smile, understanding when she didn’t really reciprocate.

She did look relieved though, slumping her shoulders as her breath caught, “You speak English.” The woman didn’t seem to recognize him in the slightest and Keanu actually found that the fact made her even more attractive.

“I do,” he nodded, “First language and everything,” when she didn’t laugh at his shoddy attempt at a joke, Keanu nervously cleared his throat, opting to carry on, “Is everything okay?”

“No,” she nearly sobbed, hanging her head, defeated and sorrowful, “My phone’s dead and I need to call home and say I won't be back, before-”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Keanu tentatively reached for her shoulders, trying to offer some comfort and slow her sobs, “It’s going to be alright.” Retracting one of his hands, he felt around in his coat pocket, eventually producing his own cell, quickly unlocking it before offering it to her, “Why don’t you just use my phone? And then we can go from there, sound good?”

In an instant, she was visibly soothed, her breaths and tears slowing and a new glimmer of hope twinkling in her eyes, shining brightly even in the poorly lit pub, “I…….thank you,” the first signs of a smile broke through and she breathed another sigh of relief, “You have no idea how much this means to me, really, I’ve been wandering around this town for almost two hours, looking for a phone. So thank you,” she smiled wider, “I’m Y/n by the way.”

Y/n offered a small hand, which Keanu readily took, matching her grin, “Keanu.”

“Wait,” she furrowed her brows, proceeding to blink quickly, “Keanu Reeves,” her jaw hung slack for a minute, though, it wasn’t long before she was regaining her composure, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t recognize you.”

“It’s okay,” he reassured, not wanting her to feel bad about it, especially since he was actually pleased that he hadn’t. Being famous was nice, usually, you were treated well, got seated immediately at restaurants and everyone wanted to give you free drinks. But, especially when you were trying to make new friends, it got in the way. Everyone wanted to know you because of what you were, as opposed to who you were. "Why don't you go somewhere quiet and make your call, then you can join me and my friends for drinks?”

Y/n’s lips quivered in indecision, internally debating Keanu’s offer. It wasn’t like she really had anywhere to afterwards, and after the evening she’d had, a stiff drink was definitely more than appealing. With a breathy exhale and a soft sniffle, Y/n nodded, “Okay, thank you Keanu,” and with one final backwards glance, she wandered off to the hallway near the bathrooms, where she could make her phone call in a quieter area.

“No problem Y/n,” he breathed, knowing she couldn’t hear him, and still in complete awe of her, already excited for her return. Huffing, he approached the bar again, snatching up one of the flimsy, cardboard drink menus, barely able to focus on the options displayed. As he leaned forward, the fingers of his free hand absently drummed the worn wooden surface, and as hard as he tried, Keanu couldn’t help but let his imagination go wild with thoughts of the woman he’d just met. There was just something about her, the way she’d smiled despite her distress, the sparkle in her pretty eyes when they locked with his, the way he’d spotted her, out of every other woman in the entire establishment; like it was faith. Did he even believe in faith? Did he still believe in-

“Hey,” a petie hand touched his elbow, rousing his attention, and startled, Keanu turned back to Y/n, his smile immediately growing at the sight of her, internally relieved that she seemed far more relaxed, “Thanks again,” she offered his phone, “I seriously don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t been here,” after he’d pocketed his phone, Y/n moved to stand next to him at the bar counter, loosely mirroring his posture, noting the discarded menu between his forearms, “Next one’s on me.”

“Oh,” Keanu shook his head, pushing the menu away, “You don’t have to do that, it’s just a phone call, and I’m sure you have people that’ll be worried if you don’t check in,” briefly, he glanced at her, just to see if she’d give anything away. Was she there on vacation with family? Was there a husband or boyfriend waiting? A wife or girlfriend? Anyone that would make the way he was feeling when she stood that close wrong? When, even after a minute, Y/n didn’t offer anything much, Keanu tried to dismiss it, “Besides, you’ve had a rough night, let me get this one.”

“No,” Y/n put her hand over his just as he’d moved to get his wallet. Both shocked, their gazes fell to their joined hands, and Keanu found it hard to ignore the softness of her palm, how her touch sent sparks up his arm and Keanu swore he’d never experienced anything like it, “I insist.” For a moment more, Y/n held onto his hand, then, as if just realizing herself, she awkwardly pulled away, immediately starting to avoid his gaze, “Um….” Y/n stuttered and for a split second, Keanu was worried that she might change her mind on spending the rest of the evening with him, Ayiana and her husband, he was just starting to look forward to have someone that wouldn’t make being the third wheel so uncomfortable.

Though, as quickly as she hesitated, Y/n mustered up another smile, shaking off the moment and going to rummage through her bag for her purse, producing a gold card, “Drinks!” She declared with a breathy giggle, hoping to fill the flustered silence, actively avoiding his gaze, hoping she wouldn’t get lost in it again.

It was definitely going to be a strange night.

******

Tagging- @harrisongslimited @magnificentclodpiebanana @keandrews @greenmanalishi @rdjloverxxx @danceoftwowolves @planetkt

58 notes · View notes

letterstothemidnightsociety · 3 years

Text

Alright, so if you've been following along with me, Supernatural season 3 starts out on a trio of episodes that are Really Fun, slides into some episodes that are Pretty OK, then takes a real nose dive into Bummersville. Hoo boy guys, I really hope that this season picks up. I mean, it won’t, but I can still dream. 2021 was maybe not the year to start watching this season. Fair warning.

The next three episodes for this season are just, like, real downers. First we get “Fresh Blood,” which, aside from the terrible title, starts out on a high note. Gordon (gross) somehow manages to catch up with Bela (HOW??) and threatens her if she doesn’t hand over the Winchesters. Bela, in all of her class and grace, won’t give them up because she has a high price point and Gordon is really lowballing her here. Just like, yes, ok, please stay forever, you’re amazing and I love you. And what a scene this is! You have two characters, one with a strict moral code (albeit one that allows for violence and winning at all costs) and the other with almost NO moral code, but an allegiance that can be bought with the best price and it’s such a fun back and forth until Gordon pulls out a gun. And then she pulls out her phone and just has Dean on speed dial and that’s maybe my fav part. Bela has run into the Winchesters twice and they maybe legit hate her but she’s very much like, oh yeah, my BFF’s the Winchesters, I love those idiots!

I love that we come back to this moment later in the episode when Bela, like, three days later, is like, Oh! I guess I should warn the Winchesters that some crazy guy is after them! She’s just so casual about it you kind of get the feeling that, even though technically Gordon was threatening her life, she doesn’t view him as A Threat. She gives the Winchesters a heads up just to be like oh yeah, you might want to watch out for this mild inconvenience, and she seems legit shocked when Dean freaks out. There’s this moment that plays across her face like, oh shit, did I...did I fuck up? And it adds a nice bit of depth to her character. She’s seems honestly worried, both for the lives of the Winchesters but also that Dean won’t like her anymore and that is just a charming bit of A C T I N G!

I am gonna miss her SO MUCH when she dies at the end of this season. WHY did we CANCEL HER???

But despite the fun beginning, this episode is about monsters and how people become monsters and how other people are probably the reason. Because our main baddie is a vampire who hunts to...well, listen if we look at the facts that he lays out in his monologue, it’s a little more tragic - he’s trying to replace the daughters that he lost hundreds of years ago, cool motive, still murder. In practice though, he goes around turning hot blonde coeds into vampires and then ?????? Who knows. I’d like to believe that this was a problem with the CW executives or maybe casting/directing and not with the writing, but it’s SPN and you really can’t be sure with anything. The fact is, this is a CW show from the early 2000’s and a lot of their extras are cast to type. And that’s maybe me exhibiting some girl-on-girl crime, but there are other episodes that did a much less blatantly gross job casting their extras/Very Special Guest Stars.

Anyway, the POINT of this guy is that he’s a monster because someone killed his daughter and he’s just been trying to fill that grief hole inside of him for centuries. This is not unlike Gordon, who ALSO has been trying to fill a grief hole that he’s had for decades, except he’s not killing people and resurrecting them as blood suckers, he’s just killing them. And then, when the Vamp decides to turn Gordon it’s a real sweet moment of comeuppance for like, a HOT second and then you’re like, awww dude, ya done f’ed up. That was a bad idea. You’ve made a HUGE mistake.

More importantly, our Vampire In Question finally runs into the Winchesters and get’s to say things like “I was desperate! You ever felt desperate? I've lost everyone I ever loved. I'm staring down eternity alone. Can you think of a worse hell?” and also “I just ... I didn't care anymore. Do you know what it's like when you just don't give a damn? It's like ... it's like being dead already.” and Dean’s v. much like, THIS IS TOO REAL ROY.

Sam may ALSO be feeling Too Real feelings because he is DONE dicking around with Gordon and honestly yes, I like this, this is good Sam development. It’s nice to know that Sam has a breaking point. And I admit I’m of two minds about this moment because 1) I love the idea of Dark!Sam this season and that maybe Sam’s decision to actually kill Gordon is just one step in that process but 2) I ALSO love the idea of Sam Lite finally having a breaking point and Gordon is IT. I don’t know which theory I like more in this scenario, but they are both good theories.

I think as much as this episode wants to draw parallels between the monsters and Dean (thank you artful editors), you can’t look at the “I’ve lost everyone I ever loved,” line and not think of Sam? Cuz he’s got one (1) person left in his life that hasn’t died horribly, so how desperate is he about to get through the end of this season? I’ve definitely been watching this season with eyes on all the ominous Dean foreshadowing, but the Sam foreshadowing is also there, just buried under the heavy weight of a thousand smulders and suicidal levels of denial.

And also, FUCK the tag on this episode! Guys, it is CUTE but it is also HORRIBLE. Dean starts teaching Sam how to fix the Impala and at first it’s all, “Oh! Adorable Brothers Being Brothers!” and I loved it but then I almost immediately hated it because you realize this is about making sure Sam can get along without him once he’s gone and Dean just accepts his own death with such casual ease that it’s just...INFURIATING!

This scene was rude and I HATE IT!

Cut to - “A Very Supernatural Christmas” Special!

Guys, I was so excited when I got to this episode. THIS is Classic Supernatural Shenanigans. Plus, you know a Holiday Special is the ultimate sign that this show has Made It, right? Or it could be a sign that they’re selling out, who knows, but I think we can say that at this point in the series, SPN is established enough to start having fun with their fans. That’s what this says to me. BUT THEN what we get is like...oh boy.

First - like, I’mma beat this horse to death, but what is WRONG with this FAMILY? John Winchester very quickly devolved into the sort of father that forgot about every single holiday and did not ever, even a little bit, make up for it. It’s not a surprise, but it kind of wrecked me seeing a flashback where Baby Dean is just so attached to a father who can’t be bothered to actually care for his children. I know he’s not in this episode because Jeffrey Dean Morgan was tied up in other projects, but the fact that John doesn’t show up at the end to button the flashbacks with a But then he DID show up for Christmas! just makes this plot line that more gutting. And despite Dean’s hero worship of their father, this is maybe the Christmas where Baby Sam stops believing in his own father. The only bright side to this is that it continues to enforce the fact that Bobby should have sued John for custody. Bobby should maybe STILL Sue for custody so that Dean at least would feel like someone wants him for once in his life, damnit.

And then we wrap this episode up with the Best Worst Christmas of all, because we see Sam start to...also?? accept that Dean is about to die? Cuz that’s what this episode is really about - Dean’s Last Christmas. And everything about that makes me ~ u p s e t ~.

So Sam decides to put his curmudgeonly grinchy attitude aside in order to make it a special day for Dean and ugh. UGH. UGHGHGHG. Season three is the worst guys, and I can’t believe I didn’t realize that until right this second now.

So let’s wrap this up with "Malleus Maleficarum", honestly an episode that is mostly forgettable until we get to, like, the last five minutes. Sure, witches and curses and selling your soul, woohoo whatever.

But then we get some real Ruby centric reveals and like, WHAT is happening?? First off, the scene where Ruby and Tammy have a moment is a real Moment. There is some baggage and tension here and it is heavy. And then Tammy drops the mic when she reveals that Ruby used to be human.

THEN, Ruby legit saves their asses by killing Tammy with a fancy magic knife. Ok, Dean does the actual killing, but Ruby brought the fancy magic knife. So between the hot and heavy tension with “Tammy” and her repeated attempts to keep the Winchesters alive, we’re left wondering what IS Ruby’s deal? I personally wonder how much of the show’s mythology the show actually has figured out at this point? Because interviews with Kripke definitely walk the line between “Oh we definitely have this whole thing worked out,” and “yeah, we’re sort of finding things as we go along,” which is maybe why it’s able to last as long as it does. More on that later.

Of course the big kicker is the final scene between Ruby and Dean. Dean is almost on board with Ruby at this point in the season, and much like his scene with the demon in “Sin City”, they share a kind of vulnerable moment together where Ruby admits that, yeah, she was human once and yeah, Hell will destroy you, body and soul, and yeah Dean’s worst fear will probably come true - he will become the thing he hunts, no ifs, ands or buts about it. And Dean knows that Ruby knows that Dean knows that there’s no way to save Dean from his fate, but they both agree that they can’t take Sam’s last ounce of hope away from him because, for both of them, Sam is their hope. Ruby and Dean both see the war happening around them and they know that with Dean gone, Sam’s maybe the last guy holding back the tide to save all humanity.

Which, honestly? Bull shit. Do you know how many hunters are out there? Neither do I, but this season seems to indicate that there are a LOT. We have barely scratched the surface on the hunter community and it’s a damn shame that they are all weirdo loners because there is a war going on. You know what works great in a war? An ARMY. Buncha mentally unstable, martyr-complex ijits who can’t put their differences aside for one damn MINUTE so that maybe, JUST maybe, the could actually defeat the evil they’ve spent their entire lives dedicated to fighting. And if Ruby and Dean wanted to help Sam, what they should probably do is get him plugged in to that community. I do believe that of all they backasswards, self-obsessed, painfully anti-social crazies out there, the Winchesters are THE WORST.

Listen tho, this was like, a solid scene between these two. Just a lot of work goin' into this and it paid off.

Anyway, back to the mythology for a hot second - This sort of loosey-goosey stumbling into your own world building is probably another one of those things that you’ll only really get in a show with this many episodes per season? It’s that room to play and experiment and just make stuff up as you go along. I think the slow drip method of releasing episodes ALSO helps in this scenario because you’re able to see what fans are reacting to in almost-real time. When viewers are binging episodes, I think you're less likely to see what specifically they’re reacting to and more wholistically they’re reacting to. And that’s not to say you won’t see those specific things that they like/love eventually, but by the time you get there, your season’s been produced in its entirety and you’ll have to bear that in mind for (hopefully) next season. But with SPN, they were writing and producing the show at the same time that some of the episodes were airing. That’s why they were able to make decisions on the fly, based on what fans responded to. And definitely by this point in the show, there was a sizeable and vocal fan base that made their feelings VERY well-known. We’re only in season three, but they’ve already had a number of con appearances and a pretty active online presence. That kind of feedback has got to be helpful, from a writing perspective, but it also allows for things like characters getting cut because nobody liked them for some dumb reason. BUT, if you’re fighting to stay on the air for 100 episodes or longer, responding to fan reactions is what’s gonna do it and that’s a fact.

#Supernatural #Supernatural rewatch #SPN #Sam Winchester #Dean Winchester #Bela Talbot #Gordon Walker #Ruby #SPN Season 3 #Fresh Blood #A Very Supernatural Christmas #malleus maleficarum #It's gonna lighten up on the next three episodes #I promise #I hope #Don't watch this season if you're still feeling 2020 #Is my personal opinion

3 notes · View notes

minervahopebeyond · 4 years

Text

Blood Daffodils.

Chapter 5: The wedding. (Part 3/3)

The ceremony had been beautiful, a perfect mixture of Fleur's culture with the Weasley's traditions...

Draco was enchanted with everything, he always loved weddings... The bride's dress, the groom's dress-robes, decorations, the vows... Magic always seemed to surround the recently married couple, bringing them even more together and making them even more in love than before.

Of course, that only happen when you got married because of love, not in arrange marriages like it was costumary in the pureblood families. His parents were an exception to the rule, because his mother once told him that she had liked his father since her first year at school. So since that moment, she asked Draco's grandmother, every summer, if she could arrange a marriage with Lucius Malfoy until it became true. His father was taken with Narcissa as well, so as their Hogwarts years went by, they fell madly in love with each other.

Draco always dreamed of marrying Harry Potter. He dreamed about having a summer wedding, just like Bill’s and Fleur's, in a beautiful garden, something small intimate with all the ancient traditions; the dances, everything. Now, to that fantasy, he added dancing to 'Love of my life' in their first dance.

Not that it would ever happen, of course.

He took a sip of his wine as he watched the happy couple dancing in the middle of the dance floor. Everyone was clapping around them as they danced.

He could see Mr. Potter smiling softly as he looked at Sirius who grinning wide and beautifully at Bill and Fleur as he clapped to the beat.

Next to them, Remus was trying to explain to Nymphadora that he was quite happy not dancing at all... They were so cute together, it had been quite a surprise to everyone when, last year, after the battle, Tonks kissed him in front of the entire Order of the Phoenix. During the couple of times that they went to have dinner at the Potter's mansion, Draco had taken the opportunity to remind Remus of that scolding, the prior summer, that the blond boy had received for his joke about dating Charlie because of their age difference.

Draco's eyes drifted to look at the dragon-tamer. Charlie was laughing at something that Fred and George just said, glass in hand. His dress-robes were almost as dashing as Bill's given the fact that he was the best man, Mrs. Weasley had been quite insistent about keeping the forms and that included the dress-code; the twins were pretty much annoyed about the entire thing. Charlie must had feel his gaze on him because he looked at Draco. The blond boy looked away as quickly as he could, blush appearing in his cheeks.

"I think your brother caught me staring at him, be a good friend and hide me, Weasley."

The redhead chuckled and waved at Charlie. The blond boy punched him on the arm, which only made Ron laugh before seeing something that seemed to erase his smile automatically. He followed the direction of his friend's eyes to find the source of his discomfort. It was Granger laughing with her international quidditch star ex-boyfriend.

Draco brought his glass to his lips before before emptying its content. Hermione was too busy talking with Krum, and Potter was too busy pretending to be a Weasley cousin and talking with Ginevra; hence Ron and him being the bitter bastards of the party. Cheers.The alcohol was starting to low his inhibitions. He didn't mean to drink as much as he had but because of what happened that same morning, he thought that he deserved a bloody break.

He turned to look at his friend again.

"You know what would be considerably more fun than moping about our love interests, weasel?" The redhead looked at him with amusement in his expression.

"Are you drunk already?" Draco only moved his hand, gesturing that yes, more or less. "What's the plan?" Ron asked before leaving his glass on the nearest table. Draco just grabbed his arm and dragged him towards the dance floor.

The songs were more fun by then, not as fun as dancing to Queen or, well, any other muggle band, but it was definitely more entertaining than spending the entire night looking at Potter with longing eyes. The song was customary danced by couples, Weasley also knew the steps, probably because Molly or Arthur had force their children to practice before the wedding. Draco and Ron twirled and jumped to the beat, laughing everytime that the weasel stomped on his feet and the blond boy pinched his arm in return.

After a while, Draco noticed that almost everyone were looking at them, probably because they were laughing so bloody laud that they were interrupting the party.

"I feel judged, ferret."

"Couldn't agree more, weasel. How about a drink?"

"Yeah, no. You are not allowed to drink anymore, I don't want you tripping all over the place."

"I beg your pardon? I seem to recall that you were one who couldn't walk straight to your common room." Weasley smiled smugly at him.

"Well, at least, I walk straight sometimes." Draco barked out a laugh and nudged him playfully.

Suddenly, someone was touching Draco's shoulder. When he turned around, he found Charlie's gorgeous eyes looking at him, small smirk on his lips.

"Nice dancing, very smooth, not clumsy at all." Draco lifted his chin.

"I'll have you known that I'm a spectacular dancer, your brother is the one who moves like a troll." Draco could hear Ron muttering a 'Fuck off'.

"Well, how about you dance with a more qualified partner?" The redhead said as he offered his hand to take him back to the dance floor.

Merlin, how Draco wished to don't give a fuck. To not care about Potter, to not think about Theodore; because maybe, if he didn't care about anything, Charlie would seem like an awesome choice. Tall, handsome, brave and kind... Good dancer too, he noticed, funny as hell, he kept whispering things in Draco's ear, trying to make him laugh. He praised him too, said that he looked dashing and that his make-up looked beautiful.

It was so fucking frustrating, he wanted to be able to look at people, really look at them. Like he looked at Theodore, and still, everytime that Potter fucking talked to him, the brunette would instantly disappear from his mind. Because there was no comparison. Yes, he loved Theodore but he wasn't in love with him and he definitely couldn't even look at Charlie, not more than admiring and enjoying his company.

A bright light irrupted in the tend, a silver Lynx announcing what Draco feared since last year.

"The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.”

No. Not now.

Everyone started to apparate away and in a matter of seconds Death Eaters were attacking them. Charlie was fighting, along with the rest of the Weasleys, except for Ron who was running towards Hermione. Draco almost ran behind him...

Yeah, no. The golden trio could take care of themselves, Mr. Potter on the other hand had already died once and Sirius tended to do reckless shit when someone was in danger. He found Potter trying to help Ginevra, shouting like a mad man and he caught him by his shirt to stop him.

"SHE IS GOING TO BE FINE! GO, GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" Draco shouted in between the caos, As he pushed him towards Hermione who was already holding Weasley's hand. Hesitation flashed through the girl's eyes when she realized that the blond boy wasn't making any attempt of running away with them.

"GO. NOW." He commanded at her and the three of them apparated away. Draco couldn't miss the panic in Potter's face before they disappeared.

Good. Now let's find the other two reckless Gryffindors.

It was madness, people were taken away and he could hear the Death Eaters demanding for the guests to hand in Potter. He found Sirius and Mr. Potter fighting back to back, quite literally, great method to avoid being curse on the back but still, the killing curse couldn't be blocked... They needed to leave.

He ran towards them, almost knocking them to the floor as he casted a Fumos Charm. The cloud of smoke started to surround them as Draco yelled at them.

“We have to leave! We have to find them!”

And that was enough explanation for James who caught both of their arms and apparated them into the middle of the living room of the mansion.

Silence. Fucking finally.

“Kid, you are bleeding.”

“I’ll get the Dittany.” He heard Sirius say before running towards the bathroom cabinet.

Everything was moving too fast. He felt the potion drip over the wound on his shoulder, closing it, hurting like hell. He let out a pained noise.

“Sorry, little cousin, almost done.” Draco shook his head.

“Not your fault, I drank too much.”

After Sirius was done, he asked him to fetch the map that was hidden under his bed. His cousin looked at him with confused eyes but did as he was told. Mr. Potter was frantically pacing around him, so bloody nervous.

“Hurry the fuck up, Sirius!”

“DON’T YOU YELL AT ME, YOU BRAT!” His voice sounded muffled because of the distance and maybe because he had his head under Draco’s bed to get the map.

When Sirius got downstairs to where they were, he had a frowned on his face.

“It looks like a regular map.”

“Because it is. Give it to me.”

His cousin put the map on his hand and Draco unfolded carefully to lay it, on the floor, in front of him. Then he grabbed his wand and casted a Diffindo on his hand. He heard the two men gasp, surprised, as he closed his hand tightly, letting the blood drip over the map. Once it seemed like a good amount, he asked for more dittany on his hand.

‘This is going to work, if you could bring Mr. Potter back to life, you definitely can do this.’

He closed his eyes, trying to focus on the spell and only the spell, on the urge to find them. ‘Powerful spells need powerful magic sources, my Dragon prince. Hate or love are powerful enough to kill or save someone, always choose love. Always love deeply, Draco.’His mother’s voice was echoing in his head.

Love. Potter. Weasley. Granger.

He needed to find them.

He took another deep breath before pronouncing the enchantment.

“Reperio ones diligamus, datur nobis ad ones, quae sunt sanguine.” The drops of blood seemed to begin shaking as they listened to Draco’s command. “Reperio ones diligamus, datur nobis ad ones, quae sunt sanguine.” They started to move, slowly, leaving a trail of red as they gathered together and moved towards their destiny. “Reperio ones diligamus, datur nobis ad ones, quae sunt sanguine.” The blood settled on a little spot. Draco frowned.

“Oh for fuck’s sake! They can’t be this stupid!”

His cousin was frowning at the map as well.

“That’s Grimmauld.”

They went to fetch them when Draco said that he was feeling good enough to endure another apparition.

Wands out, entering the old house again, risking being found by Severus again.

They heard Potter casting a stupefy as soon as they crossed the door. Mr. Potter casted a protego just as quick as his son.

“It’s us, Potty. Lower your wand.”

But the three of them were holding out their wands still, and neither Sirius or James lowered theirs.

“What was the first thing that you said about hufflepuff when we met, Malfoy?” The green-eyed boy asked, suspicious.

“That I’d leave if I got sorted into Hufflepuff. When did we meet?”

“At Madam Malkin’s, your mother was looking at wands for you and you told me that you were going to drag your father to look at brooms after.”

Finally, Potter lowered his wand and everyone did the same.

“Why didn’t you come with us? You bloody scared me to death.” The boy hissed at him.

“I needed to find Sirius and your father, Weasley was wearing the necklace,I knew I’d find you after.”

Potter frowned, maybe the weasel hadn’t told him about it... Ron walk towards him and pulled him into a hug.

“This is really the best present that I’ve gotten, ever. Thanks for coming to get us, we didn’t know if we were being followed.”

Draco smiled softly and tightened his arms around the redhead.

“You are not getting rid of me that easily, weasel. I’m just glad that you are safe, really... and don’t you ever dare to take the necklace off.”

“I promise I won’t, ferret.”

Potter face was as moody as it could be, probably mad at Draco for separating him from Ginevra in the middle of the fight. Draco pulled away from his friend and turned to look at the rest of the group.

“Now, how about we really start that horcrux hunt?”

#drarry #fanfic #fanfiction #prongsfoot

23 notes · View notes

ververa · 5 years

Text

Fairytale

Okay, so I didn’t plan on writing it. It happened spontaneously. I’d say it was an accident, but here it is - the continuation of my previous work Better love

Also, sorry if this is bad

Xandra x Fem!reader

You fell for her, because she was different. She wasn't like every other woman you met in your life. She was nothing like your mother's friends or your best friend's older sister on whom you used to had a crush. She was special to you and you fell in love for real for the first time in your life.

Since the night you spent together. After she told you that it's you who had all her love, you were sure it's a promise of something more. A promise for your future - together.

But that didn't come. A few moths passed and you're still nobody. Well, she kept on saying that's not true, though you felt like that.

You couldn't stand her behaviour. One time she wanted you and then she didn't. It hurt and you couldn't take any more pain.

The decision to move out and go to your mother was hard, but that's your only option. So, when your father and Xandra were out you simply packed your things. You were about leaving, when they came back - earlier than you had expected.

"Y/N?" your father started surprised

But you could barely heard him. All you noticed was Xandra's questioning look. Her eyes were moving from your suitcases to you.

"What are you doing?"

"Mom came back. I'm... I don't want to disturb you, so I figured out that may be an option"

The blonde stared at you. Her eyes were full of concern and if you're there alone she would most likely yell at you. You knew what she would say - that you hate your mother, but you had made up your mind. It took you a week. You thought it carefully and made a decision. You're not a child any more. You knew she would never choose you and you're tired of her games.

"I'm really happy for you two, dad" you said hugging him

"Y/N" Xandra started "You're not disturbing us..."

"I'm sure you'll be happy" you couldn't hug her, so you offered your hand "Take care of yourself" you tried to smile, but couldn't do that

It's hard for you to believe that you're actually doing that. You're leaving her for real. For a moment you hoped that maybe, just maybe she would go after you. But she did not. You laughed bitterly at how naive you were. Of course, she didn't go after you. Who did you think you are?

Xandra didn't really understand what happened. She's too surprised and shocked to think of doing anything. The had just come back from a boring dinner to which your father had practically dragged her, cause he wanted to make a good impression on his new client. By that time Xandra was done with his shit. All the time she had been thinking of what the two of you could do, when your father left again. But then there you were with your suitcase and everything ready to leave. She didn't have enough time to process it, but later at night she did.

She couldn't sleep at all. She was thinking about you and all that had happened. Your father was long asleep, so Xandra slowly got up and instead of going downstairs or smoking, she went to your room.

Your bed was still unmade and she could remember why. You had spent that night together and like every morning you're in hurry and didn't care to make the bed. The next thing that she noticed was one of your T-shirts. She took it and stared at it for a while. It smelled like you. Xandra couldn't help, but hugged the soft material and lay down on your bed. Only then - thinking about you and feeling your scent - did she manage to fall asleep.

You couldn't sleep either. You hated that place - your mother's house. And since you found one if Xandra's blouses while unpacking you were unable to stop thinking about her. You're so much in love. You were ready to do anything for her, though apparently, despite everything that had been said she didn't feel the same.

A few weeks passed. The time of your graduation and the prom was coming. You focused on school, so as not to think about Xandra. And that worked for a while, until one of your schoolmates asked you out. He's a captain of football team and you had known each other for some time. Though, you still didn't really want him. You didn't want anyone, because none of them was her.

You're so childish. She doesn't love you. Get over it. You told yourself as you're walking home late in the evening. You stopped at the door, but you didn't want to get in. So you sat down on the pavement and lit a cigarette. You had no idea that someone was watching you.

It's Xandra. She had been doing it for a few days. At first she had wanted to talk to you, but as she saw you all her courage was gone. But she kept on watching you from afar. Almost every evening she was there sitting in her car, admiring her little girl and leaving only when you entered the house. She missed you more than she had thought she could. She missed your smile, your cute laugh and your conversation. She missed your touch and having you close. Yet, she did nothing about it. She didn't know what to do, so as not to make things worse. But she knew for sure that she wanted, needed you back.

That's why she was over the moon, when she saw your name on her phone's screen. It's already past midnight, but she couldn't care less.

"Y/N, sweetheart?"

"P-please take m-me from h-here" you sobbed

"Where are you?" she asked worried hearing loud music in the background

"I-I... In the club. The o-one near the college"

"Stay where you are. I'll be right there, okay?"

When Xandra arrived your brother was already there. He's carrying you - half-conscious to the car.

"What happened?" Xandra asked

"They added some drugs or something to her drink. I'm taking her to my apartment. You can go too"

"Okay. I'll follow you"

You had gone to the part, because you couldn't stand constant thoughts about Xandra. You're done with all of it. So when the football team captain invited you to the party, you were sure that's gonna help you. Though the situation had slipped out of control.

"Look" your brother addressed Xandra "I don't know what has happened between you two. But I can say she's in love with you. I don't know how do you feel about it either, but I can tell you that she's worth more than our father"

Xandra looked at him a bit surprised.

"You don't need to explain anything. Really. I know my sister, that's how I know about you two. She's so happy. You made her happy..."

The woman didn't know how to act. She began to feel things that she hadn't really felt before. With you everything was different. It wasn't just desire or sex. It was something deeper. A kind of connection that she had had with nobody before.

"I'll inject her. This medicine should neutralize the toxins, but someone has to keep an eye on her, cause I need to go back to the hospital"

"I'll stay with her"

"Good. She may throw up, so make sure she drinks water. I'll see you in the morning"

"Okay"

Your brother left and once again there were only the two of you.

Xandra looked at you. You're asleep. Your face and body were covered with sweat, so she took a towel and carefully wiped it. She smiled as you frowned your brows

"Don't worry, darling" she stroked your hair "Everything will be alright. I'll take care of it" she said kissing your forehead

When you woke up you weren't sure whether all that was just a dream or happened for real. Your head hurt and you felt nauseous, though despite it you got up and slowly went to the kitchen.

"X-Xandra?"

"Good morning, sweetheart" she said smiling "I made you a breakfast"

"You... I... What?"

Xandra looked at you and slowly approached you.

"I made a breakfast" she said again "And I've missed you" she added kissing you

"You... No! We can't"

"What?"

"You can't do that..."

"What? A breakfast?"

"No. Not a... breakfast! You... You're doing it to me again..."

"Y/N, I really don't know what do you mean"

"I'll tell you! You're indecisive. First you want me, then you don't"

"I already told you that I love you"

"Yeah... But do you do anything to show it? I don't mean sex... Love isn't only about sex"

"I think about you all the time. What are you doing. Where are you. With whom. Are you happy. Upset. Even when I'm with him, I'm not really with him... But it's not that simple"

"It is. Just made a final decision. You wanted to wait until I graduate. I fucking did! We're always doing everything the way you want it, but I'm tired. I'm done with hiding all the time. I'm done with you being unable to make up your mind. I'm just done... I did everything you wanted. Now it's your turn. There're no excuses any more..."

"Grow up, Y/N! Life is not a fairytale!"

You took a step back.

"No! Wait. That's not what I..."

"Well, I guess that makes things pretty clear"

"No, no, no, no. Wait"

"I don't have time. If you want to know I have a prom today. I bet your fiance is worried, so you should go back home too. Take care..." you moved towards the door, but stopped "And leave the key under the doormat"

With that you left your brother's apartment. Luckily or not, for you it was raining. So, it wasn't visible that you're actually crying. Your tears were soon matched with the raindrops. And when you finally came back home you're completely rain-soaked. Though instead of changing you just sat on your bed and were blankly starring at the wall. It's hard to accept that it was over for real.

Xandra came back to your father's luxurious house. She could still see that hurt look that you had had in your eyes. She entered the bedroom and looked at the bed. Was it what she wanted? Be with a man she didn't even like any more. Fall asleep and wake up next to him...

She had been always like that. Always taking and never giving anything for exchange. But then you appeared in her life. You changed her. You made her soft. Xandra looked at her reflection in the mirror. Then at all the expensive perfumes and cosmetics. Was that what she needed? No.

She threw all the bottles off of the dressing table and watched them shattering on the floor.

Your prom was a flop. So you ended up sitting outside. Far away from people listening to the muffled music and humming quietly. The worst day ever. You thought to yourself.

You heard a click of shoes. Somebody was approaching you, but at that point you didn't even care any more. You're ready to tell the arsehole to fuck off, but she was the first one to spoke up.

"May I have this dance?"

You stood up and turned back immediately

"Xandra? W-what are you doing here?"

"Well, I guess I'm your date"

You looked at her confused. Was she playing again?

"Look. I know I'm not a prince. And I don't have a white horse either. But I do have a white car, a room in a nice hotel and a lot of spare time to spend with you. What I'm trying to say is... that if you haven't changed your mind, I would be honoured to be a part of your fairytale"

You didn't know what to do. You're froze. Your mind was so empty that you needed to remind yourself to breath.

"So, Y/N Y/L/N will you be my princess?"

You nodded quickly and before she knew you're in her arms.

"I love you, darling" she said kissing your forehead "But you know, I'm not going to let you go any soon, right?"

"Why do you think I'd want to?" she kissed you deeply not leaving a place for any doubts

She chose you. She loved you. And for the first time you weren't scared that she's going to change her mind.

@cakexblankett

@misssmephisto

@cordwliagoode

@tasyahilker

@sarahpaulsonisgod

@melmel1705

@laixpaulson

#xandra #xandra x reader #sarah paulson imagine #sarah paulson x reader #the goldfinch #part 4

134 notes · View notes

steebharringt0n · 5 years

Text

cat’s in the cradle

infant | toddler | child | teenager | young adult

a 5-part story exploring the relationship between billy hargrove and his first-born son, adam

pairing: billy hargrove x you

rating: t

a/n: last part! this was super fun to write and who doesn’t love softdad!billy? as always, thank you for your ongoing support and encouragement, i am so happy to be a part of such a wonderful, and friendly fandom.

---

part 5 - young adult

Hawkins, Indiana. May, 1985.

You took a deep inhale of the cool May night, your eyes lingering on the dark sky that was illuminated by the bright stars. If it was one thing you loved about Hawkins, is the stars that were visible by the end of a long day. The best place to watch the stars? The Quarry of course. You sat on the hood of your boyfriend’s blue car, waiting for him to find the lighter that he had accidentally dropped between the center console and the driver seat.

You felt the wind blow by you, it sent a slight shiver up your spine. Your arms instinctively crossed, hugging yourself tight to keep yourself warm. You suddenly felt something heavy drop on your shoulders, you turned your neck to face the familiar face that you had come to love so much.

Billy carefully draped his leather jacket over you, taking a seat beside you as he brought the joint up to his mouth, the search for the lighter was a success as he flicked the wheel of his lighter until a dim flame appeared. He took a deep inhale, then exhaled, passing it over to your fingers.

You took an inhale, then frowned, then proceeded to cough, “This weed is shit” you mumbled.

Billy shrugged, “Tommy’s usual guy couldn’t get good stuff. It’s too bad we weren’t in California. They got all the good shit”

You passed the joint back to him, shaking your head. “Patience m’dear. Just one more year and we’ll be out of here”

We.

It was a short word, two letters, but ever since you and Billy had started to get serious, it was a word that had begun to hold more meaning. It wasn’t just you anymore, it was you and Billy, a collective we. Plans were being made, slowly yet surely. Did it scare you? Of course it did. Billy Hargrove was a rough and tough kind of guy. He had a reputation, he slept with countless of women before he decided to settle on you.

You both were the exact opposites, and how he fell for you is still a mystery that you still can’t solve.

But here he was, sharing his shitty weed with you, giving you his leather jacket when you got cold. You’re not sure what changed in him, maybe because you were the only one who saw through his tough guy bravado and saw the scared, insecure, and deeply sensitive person he actually was.

Billy Hargrove was all smoke and mirrors, you had decided that when he showed up to class with his aviators attached to his face. When you spotted the purple eye behind the shades, you knew, you instantly knew.

Not that he would open up to you though. You were the quiet girl, you minded your own business, dated a couple guys here and there, but the blue-eyed blond that sat behind you in English class always made your heart skip a beat, made the blood rush to your cheeks whenever he paid any attention to you.

And he noticed, and he enjoyed seeing you all worked up around him.

With a wolfish smile, he would always ask you to borrow a pencil, and even if you didn’t have one, you’d lend him yours. English class was a breeze for you anyways, it’s not like you needed to take notes on Othello.

But other than that, the both of you never interacted outside of class. He’d go his way, and you’d go yours. The hierarchy of Hawkins High made it clear who he was supposed to hang with, and you certainly weren’t one of those people.

Then December came, and something in Billy changed. He became much more quiet, kept to himself. He would still bug you for pencils, and you happily always lent him one. Never asking him any questions, never making any small talk.

The day before Christmas break, everything changed.

As you were cleaning out your locker, you suddenly felt a presence behind you. You turned around, and came face with a bashful Billy, his hand holding a wrapped gift.

“Here,” he mumbled, his eyes avoiding yours as he shoved the gift into your hand. “Thanks for everything ... see you next year”

He left you planted at your locker. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to feel flattered or confused, but the fact that Billy Hargrove brought you a gift surprised the ever loving hell out of you. You watched as he walked out of the double doors, not even turning back to look at you as he disappeared into the parking lot.

It was neatly wrapped, something that surprised you. A green bow adorned at the corner with a small card attached to it.

Thanks for all the pencils, figured this is the least I can do. - B.H

You let a small laugh escape your lips, then your heart skipped a beat when you saw the 10 digit number scribbled messily under his initials. With trembling fingers, you carefully unwrapped the present. A grin creeped up on your face when you realized he had bought you a brand new set of pencils - lord knows that you had probably spent a good penny buying new pencils for yourself and for him.

With a newfound confidence in you, you quickly headed home and dialed the number on the card.

When his deep voice answered the phone, the rest was pretty much history.

You quickly became his refuge, tending to the broken boy every week. He opened up to you, he showed you all his demons and you stayed by his side. His faith in you became unwavering, and suddenly Hawkins wasn’t such a shithole with you by his side.

The Quarry became the spot for the both you. When you needed to escape the world and just lay in each others arms, relish in the quiet, the stillness of the moment.

Or when you both just wanted to smoke.

“Remember my cousin? The one you met during that family party a couple weeks ago?”

Billy let his eyes gaze out into the distance, the weed starting to make him feel light. “Mhm”

You took another inhale, closing your eyes and letting the drug overtake your senses, “My aunt called yesterday, she got knocked up. At 18?! Can you believe it?”

Billy let out a snort, “Poor kid”

You jabbed him in the ribs, and he gave you a scowl.

“Be nice. She’s going through a lot of shit ... “ you paused, adjusting yourself on the hood of his car. You pulled your arms through his leather jacket, then proceeded to lay down, getting a better look at the stars from above.

“Can you imagine having a kid? At this moment?”

You handed him the joint, he shook his head, “Nope. I ain’t ever having kids”

A laugh escaped your lips, “Bullshit. You would love a little mullet haired spawn of yours. He’d be so cute, with your eyes, and your smile ... “ a dreamy look took over your face. You felt Billy shuffle around, he stayed quiet.

You lifted your head up, sitting up so that you were resting on your elbows as you gave him a frown.

“Seriously, you don’t want kids one day?”

He let out a deep sigh, getting off the hood of his car, “No Y/N. They’re annoying, they cry, they shit all the time ... “ there was a pregnant pause, his voice then came out quiet, flicking the ash off of the joint, “Plus, I’d be a shit dad”

You scooted off the hood of his car, standing in front of him with a scowl on your face.

“Who said that? Because I know for a fact that you’d be a great dad”

He rolled his eyes, “That’s just the weed talking Y/N ... “

You jabbed a finger in his chest, “No, stop it Billy. I love you, and I think you’d be a great dad. You’ve gotten better with Max, I see how you are around my little cousins. Whether you end up having kids with me or not, don’t sell yourself short just because Neil is a piece of shit”

He raised an eyebrow “Who said I’d be having kids with anyone else?”

You shrugged, “Who knows? You might dump me for some blond bombshell with big tits once we get to California”

Billy chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulled you into his chest, “No way, who would help me keep track of all my pencils?”

“Your new hottie bombshell”

“Ha-ha”

You raised your head up to meet his blue eyes. The both of you stood quiet, your eyes gazing into each other as the crickets hummed in the background.

“I love you. Nothing’s going to change that” he murmured, leaning his head down so that your noses brushed against each other. Your eyes fluttered shut, chills going down your spine.

“Does this mean you’ll change your mind about having kids?” you quietly asked.

He pressed a small kiss on your lips, “Nope”

“Aw, you’re no fun”

---

San Diego California, August, 2009.

“Do you have your winter clothes packed?”

“Yes mom”

“And your toiletries?”

“Oh my god, yes mom”

“And your wallet? Your important documents? Is your cellphone fully charged?”

22 year-old Adam brushed a hand over his face. He turned to face the camaro, gesturing on how was tightly packed it was. Everything that he held near and dear laid resting in boxes in the trunk of the camaro, and in the backseat.

“Mom, I think he’s okay” Ava’s voice spoke from behind you, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

You caught your bottom lip in between your teeth, your eyes intensely staring at the boy - no, man - in front of you.

With graduating at the top of his class, Adam was a shoo-in for Stanford University. Although it wasn’t your alma-mater, and although he was now about 8 hours away from you, you were happy that he was at least in-state. His four years at college flew by, but life for you and Billy continued. You both had your hands full now that 17-year old Ava was beginning her senior year at Sunset Cliff High.

She’d grown into her looks, definitely looking like you more and more everyday, which meant that Billy’s over-protectiveness was on a constant high. When word got around that Billy Hargrove’s hot daughter - Adam Hargrove’s younger sister - was starting at Sunset Cliff, every guy wanted to date her, which meant that Billy had a lot on his plate.

All those antics that Billy pulled in high school, Ava was now pulling them. No longer could she hang her lower lip and pout her way out of things. She was rebellious, loud, and into scuffles here and there.

And dating? Don’t even think about it. Every guy who would even think about showing their face at the Hargrove household would get a door slammed in their face.

It scared the shit out of Billy, watching his little girl, his little princess, go out into this big, unknown world. No longer did Ava need her daddy to hold her hand, or kiss her booboos. She was turning into her own, strong-willed woman, and she didn’t take shit from anybody (Except you because hell hath no fury like a mother finding her daughter sneaking into her bedroom at 3 AM on a school night)

But Adam? Oh he was good, he was always good. He ended up majoring in business, inspired by his old man who had continuously ran successful automotive businesses. He wanted to go into the trade, open up his own business, whatever it would be.

Then, an opportunity arose for Adam during his senior year, a job offer, working at a large business firm. He had a desk waiting for him with his name at the end of May.

You and Billy couldn’t be any more thrilled, any more proud of your boy.

However the opportunity laid all the way in New York, thousands of miles away from you, from Billy, from his family, and that was a hard pill for you to swallow.

But here the three of you were - standing out the driveway, watching as Adam finished packing his last belongings into his camaro. Billy had made sure the car was up to par, that it was able to make the long drive to New York. He put on new brakes, new oil, and he even updated the radio so that it could play bluetooth.

Adam turned to face his little sister, standing next to her mother with a soft smile on her face.

“I’ll miss ya kid” he muttered.

“Invite me up to your place sometime yeah? Maybe I’ll end up checking up some colleges there, Brandy said that NYU has a really good writing program” Ava said.

Adam nodded, “Just don’t mention it to mom, I don’t think she can handle both of us living across the states. Knowing her she’ll end up following us and dragging dad along”

A laugh escaped both their lips. Adam then scooped up his sister for a tight embrace, squeezing her tight. He wasn’t sure when the next time he was going to see her, so he made sure that their last memory of them together was a good one. He pulled away, ruffling her long (Y/H/C) hair, “Don’t be so hard on mom and dad, go easy on them”

Ava smirked, “I’ll try my best Adam”

Adam then turned to his mother who had been constantly on the verge of tears this whole week. Wailing about her baby boy leaving her across the state. You bit your bottom lip, trying to prevent yourself from become a blubbering mess.

You placed your hand on Adam’s cheek, “Drive safe, be good, please call me when you get to Colorado ...” you trailed off, tears starting to leak from your eyes.

Adam leaned into your touch, placing his hand over yours as he watched the tears fall freely from your eyes. “I love you ma, you’re the best mom anyone could have ever asked for”

That just sent you into crying overdrive.

You pulled Adam into a hug, he was much taller than you so you just rested your head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat as you sobbed into his t-shirt.

“Ma, you’re gonna ruin my shirt” Adam whined.

You pulled away from him, nodding as you quickly wiped away your tears. You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. Adam then quickly scanned the driveway, then the front porch,

“Where’s dad?” he questioned.

“He’s inside, somewhere, he might be in his office” you said.

Adam nodded and he made his way back into his house. His eyes quickly scanned each room on the first floor, but he still couldn’t find him. He then made his way upstairs, checking each bedroom, until he found his father standing in his childhood room, staring out the window. Billy didn’t need to turn around to know that his son was standing behind him.

“About to head out huh?”

Adam leaned against the door frame, “Yeah, I’m meeting a friend in Colorado, it’s a 16 hour drive, but with stops I think I can make it. Then it’s off to New York”

Billy turned to face Adam, walking towards his son.

His son.

It scared him how much Adam looked like him. How there was another person in the world that had his features, his mannerisms. 18 year-old Billy would have never guessed in a million years that his son turned out the way he did. A good person, off to embark on his own journey in this world. He thinks about that night, that night where he told you that he never wanted to have kids, and he laughs at himself.

Sure Adam wasn’t planned, he was the surprise of the century, but he doesn’t regret this journey one bit. It taught him patience, it taught him perseverance, to find joy in the little things, to not sweat the small stuff, and above all, it taught him to love, stronger and more fierce than ever before.

Billy reached behind his neck, pulling off the silver pendant that laid on his chest and in a fluid motion, he placed over Adam’s head

Adam stared at the pendant, his eyes wide with surprise, “But dad ... didn’t grandma give you this?”

“I want you to have it. It’s supposed to keep you safe. I won’t be around anymore to make sure there aren’t any monsters in your closet, so I want you to have it.”

Adam swallowed the lump that appeared in his throat.

Instead he just nodded, letting the pendant rest in his palm. He looked up at his father, a half smile on his face as he threw himself into Billy’s arms one last time.

Billy squeezed his eyes shut, tears quietly leaking out, streaming down his cheeks. Adam tried hard to fight back the tears, but eventually his eyes became flooded with tears as well.

Billy’s mind suddenly became flooded with memories. Of you, him and Adam slowly swaying to Led Zeppelin. To Adam walking his first steps, his first words, to taking Adam to the beach for the first time, winning his little league championship, graduating high school, graduating college, and now, leaving home.

It’s memories that he would hold near and dear to his heart for the rest of his life.

Billy then pulled away, letting out a small laugh as he realized they were both crying, but neither of them cared. He grabbed his son’s head and placed a kiss on his forehead.

“I love you son”

“I love you too dad”

“You come back home to visit us alright? Don’t forget about us” Billy jokingly warned.

Adam let out a laugh, “Not sure whenever that’ll be Dad, but I’ll try my best to come home for the holiday season”

The two Hargrove men walked back downstairs, and outside to the camaro. You and Ava said your final goodbyes to Adam one last time, watching him as he pulled out of the driveway.

Billy had his arms laid wrapped around his girls’ shoulders, the three of you stared at the blue car, getting smaller as he drove away until he finally disappeared into the distance.

“Remember when we were 18, and how you told me you’d be a shit father?” you suddenly asked, reaching your hand towards his and interlinking your fingers with his.

Billy felt the brush of your wedding band against his. He let out a hum in response to your question. You looked up at him, a shit-eating grin on your face, “Oh how wrong you were”

Billy returned the grin back, shaking his head at the words he uttered to you that night at the quarry.

Oh how wrong he was indeed.

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon Little boy blue and the man in the moon "When you coming home, son?" "I don't know when" But we'll get together then, dad We're gonna have a good time then

---

tagged: @the-first-breath-of-autumn-air @justabeautiful-letdown @fab-notfat @tarahell @noodlenerd101 @crazylittlethingcalledobsession @letdecemberburninflames @kake-babe @barbarasbae @delqcour @wearewiththebands @oogachuggaoogaoogachugga @klanceiscannon14 @mrs-hollandstan @gracieadorable @mysterious-adventurer

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove imagine

313 notes · View notes

somebridgesburn · 5 years

Text

almost is never enough

2,383 words

loosely inspired by “Details” by the extremely talented Maisie Peters and the mess that apparently is my life

warnings: lots of alcohol, slight mentions of adult content, Shawn kinda being a dick

***

„We might not be something but we sure as hell aren`t nothing“

***

Shawn’s a Grammy – nominee now. Not a Grammy – winner but a nominee nether less.

And he can’t lie, he does feel a little proud when they announce him like that.

She can’t help but raise her eyebrows at him, sitting on the couch with his eyes glued to the TV, grinning to himself. Nerd.

„Feeling a little proud, don’t you?“

He looks startled for a moment when he sees her but then he gives her that big Shawn grin. (and she tries to ignore that thing in her chest, she really does)

He opens his mouth, searching for a cocky reply when another arm slings around Aspen‘s tiny shoulder and whips her into a big bear hug.

„Jo, Aspen! Good to see you, dude!“

He watches Brian and Aspen exchange pleasantries, catch up with a small smile before turning back to the TV.

***

Shawn`s brought a girl.

It’s nothing out of the ordinary, really.

He meets someone, they talk, he brings her along a couple times until he doesn’t.

Aspen figures she doesn’t like this week`s girl. Her hair‘s a little too bleached and her laugh‘s a little too loud. Especially when everyone knows that Shawn’s dad jokes aren’t a tad bit funny.

So she doesn’t understand, she really, really doesn’t, when he doesn’t drop that girl after a week, or a month even.

He actually seems to quite like her.

„Probably just because he finally found someone who laughs at his lame jokes.“

Aspen doesn‘t like the way her voice is laced with bitterness, too, and she‘s relived too see that Ian, who is sitting next to her in the small nook of the bar, either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

***

They’re hanging out at Brian‘s and they are talking girls. Aspen doesn‘t mind it too much. Being in a friend group that mainly consists of boys, it’s only a matter of time until they start talking about who got laid, when, where, by whom

As I said, she doesn’t mind it. It`s gross but entertaining nether less and she loves to tease the boys with it. She doesn’t mind it until they start talking about Shawn.

“Our boy`s pretty happy these days, eh?”, Ian comes up from behind and shakes Shawn`s shoulders.

“No wonder, man. He`s finally getting laid again!”

The guys are laughing as Shawn blushes.

“It`s not like that!”

“C`mon dude, you really wanna tell me you guys haven’t fucked?”, Brian chimes in, “Cause I´m pretty sure I heard you last Saturday.”

More laughter, more blushing. Aspen should take this as her cue to flee into the kitchen. She doesn`t.

“It`s like, yeah, but-”

“See! That`s what I thought, man.”

“We`re not just fucking, man. It`s, she`s... different. She`s something, I guess.

“Yeah, we`ll see about that in a week.”

Ian shakes his head, grinning and Aspen silently prays he`s right for once.

***

He’s not really her ex -boyfriend.

They almost dated in sophomore year but then there was Lauren and then the whole world knew his name and he knew Taylor fucking Swift personally.

So no, he isn’t her ex-boyfriend he just a big, unnerving almost.

***

She likes to watch him, always has. Not in a creepy way but in a way that she notices when his eyes wander around the room, not matching the big grin on his face.

At least she doesn’t have to feel as stupid anymore, now that millions of teenage girls seem to love to do the same thing. Or maybe she feels even more stupid for being the same as those obnoxious fan girls.

She shakes her head, no, she’s not. She doesn’t treat Shawn like some kind of god or follows his every move over Twitter. She just sometimes wishes she could feel his lips on hers again.

***

They’ve kissed a couple times. At some of the house parties they had had, when the guests started to clear out and only they’re close friend group was left, all of them sitting outside, cuddled up in each other.

Or when they were in the club with the bass rattling and sweaty bodies on bodies and tequila being downed like water. All hands, all lips, all over.

Or a lot of other times. (Aspen could name every single one, she’s sure Shawn couldn’t)

***

She is sitting on her bed, eyes glued to the screen in her hands, thumb hovering over that blue button on Shawn’s girl Instagram account. Her name‘s Kendall, which is just as cliché as her description. She tells herself it’s no big deal, they’re acquaintances after all. Only that Aspen hasn’t exchanged a single word with her, not even when Shawn introduced them.

Still, she knows her favourite brand of cigarettes and what kind of music she listens to and that she thinks self-tan is gross because Shawn can’t shut the fuck up. She hates it, she really does. She also thought about getting him duct tape for Christmas as a warning that the next time he can’t keep his mouth shut himself, she’ll literally tape it shut.

The next time they’re at his place and he tells them Kendall forgot her hair brush there three times in a row, she regrets she didn’t.

She turns off the phone lets herself fall backward in to the mattress. She closes her eyes. Then she sits up again and presses the follow button.

***

Once, they all met up in Toronto. Aspen could smell the summer air and the liquor and Shawn’s jacket on her shoulders as they were roaming through the streets. They were bar hopping or whatever but ended up in a park anyways. Now, they were passing vodka bottles on a playground and Brian and Ian had a competition who could swing higher. Shawn and her had a bet which one would throw up first.

“They stars are pretty.”, she says as she leaned back, feeling the soft grass on her skin.

She was that nice kind of drunk where she was a bit more than tipsy but not completely hammered either.

She didn’t know about Shawn but he doesn’t look as if he’d throw up any time soon either when he laid down beside her with his arm around her.

“You’re pretty”

Before she had time for a sassy reply his lips found hers. It was sloppy and a bit lazy and felt somehow different than the other kisses before. She couldn’t quite put a finger on it yet.

She doesn’t remember how long they had laid there, on that fucking playground, wrapped up in each other and stealing kisses.

She does remember laying in bed, retracing every single kiss, every single moment moment than once.

***

They were at the bar again. It`s nearby and it`s cosy and it`s got a karaoke machine. It doesn’t happen often that all of them get together, with Shawn being an international pop star and the majority of the others going to college all over the country.

College starts again soon and Aspen is stressed as ever but right here, right now, sitting with her friends in that grubby nook, laughing, it`s perfect.

That one waiter with gelled hair and obviously whitened teeth makes his way to their table again to bring them yet another round of shots, not without giving Aspen a lopsided smirk that made her stomach twist a bit like he had all night.

And then he does something Aspen hasn’t expected for sure. He leans on the table and drapes his arm around the back of her chair. He`s close enough for her to smell his cologne.

„So um, I get off in five. Wanna grab a drink or something?“

He is so desperately trying to look cool, Aspen has to control the urge to laugh, or roll her eyes.

“Nah, thanks, i‘m good actually.”

She doesn´t even really smile at him like she usually would, trying to make it obvious that he should just take the hint. And he does.

The waiter opens and closes his mouth for a moment before giving in, leaving without a word in the end.

“Eyyy, Aspen! Come ON! That waiter was, like, really cute.”

She flincheds when Brian roughly slings an arm around her.

“Really cute, eh?”

“Yeah, dude, like hot, like, really hot, like, you should get his number, man! He was totally flirting with you the whole evening.”

She watches her friend drunkenly gesture with an amused grin.

“Well, if he’s that hot, maybe you should get his number!”

The guys breake out into roaring laughter as Brian openes and closes his mouth, just like the waiter earlier, before raising his hands in surrender.

Aspen laughs with the guys when she meets Shawn’s stare. For the first time in a while, she can’t read his expression.

***

There’s that one Friday night. They were at a club and the ground under her had been spinning for a while now when she pushed open the door to the ladies` restroom. She gripped the sink with her hands. The mirror above her was shattered, she wouldn`t have dare to look into it anyways.

Brooke found her there, head hung over the sink, shallow breaths echoing from the tiles. She pulled her hair back before she realised that no, Aspen wasn’t trying not to throw up, she was trying not to fall apart.

It took Brooke one and a half hours and two bottles of water to figure out that it’s Shawn. Shawn and some blonde he‘d been making out with under the lights.

And usually, it wouldn’t matter, really, Aspen assured her. But maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the fact that last Friday he cradled her in his arm with millions of stars glistening above them and she almost hoped. (she keeps that part to herself though)

She went - Brooke dragged her - home then without saying goodbye and emptied her insides over the toilet bowl until she didn’t feel quite as sick anymore at the thought of Shawn.

She’s said a lot of stupid things that night, half-lying on the dirty tiles. She doesn’t remember a lot but she does remember slurring we might not be something but we’re sure as hell aren’t nothing over and over and over again.

She’s shocked to find she’s never said anything more true.

***

He hasn’t written a song about her, ever. Sometimes she wishes he would, so she could at least have something, a piece of him, a piece of his mind, so she‘d know he thinks about them, too, even a little bit. But he doesn’t.

So she stands and watches him sing about his one night stand to the Rogers Centre, full of screaming girls.

It’s fascinating, really. Most of the time, when she isn’t reminded by the amount of girls he attracts wherever they go or his ridiculously large condo, she forgets that Shawn, the boy who had the same blue pencil case all through Middle- and Highschool and copied her chemistry homework every Tuesday, is actually a pop sensation.

Looking at him now, standing on stage, guitar in his large hands, sweat dripping off his forhead, it’s hard to imagine he ever does anything else.

He kisses Kendall, first thing, when he comes off stage, laughing and sweating, and she hates her a little bit for it.

It’s kind of intoxicating when he hugs her. Her heads spinning, chest’s clenching, cheek‘s are burning. She pulls away, wants to say he’s amazing, she’s never seen anything like that, she’s proud, she -

„You stink.“, she says instead.

He laughs and her head spins a little more.

***

They’re at Ian‘s this time and Aspen is just getting Brooke and herself a refill, when she feels something warm against the small of her back for a moment. She turns around to see Shawn laughing with their friends a few foot away.

She knows this game. It starts with their fingers, hands, shoulders lightly brushing against each other, seemingly accidental. A few shots later, he‘d wrap an arm around her waist, shoulder, hand gripping her hip. He‘d pull her into his lap then, first chance he got, and nuzzle his head into her neck. And then it was only a matter of time until her back was pressed against a wall with his hands on her ass and her tongue in his mouth.

It’s not different tonight and she already feels his breath against her neck and his arm locked around her waist like he‘d actually keep her. And she lets him.

He takes her hand, interlocks their fingers and pulls her with him.

She lets him until she feels a wall against her back and hands behind her neck and lips on hers. Then she pulls away.

“You’ve got a girlfriend.” She`s a little breathless already and she loves and hates it at the same time.

“No, I don’t. Me and Kendall, we’re not like, dating or anything.”

She flinches at the sound of her name.

“But you`re something.”

He hangs his head and she knows she’s won. She doesn’t now if she actually liked to win. It`d be so easy to just give in to him, revel in the feeling of his lips against her neck, it`d be be so, so easy. Okay, no, she doesn’t, not at all, not even a little bit.

But it’s the right thing to do, so she licks her lips and tosses her hair and lifts her gaze to meet his, a strand of his thick curls falling into his face.

„We can’t do this as long as you’ve got someone“

„I know“

But he looks like he really doesn’t.

He doesn’t tell her he’s gonna call it off, whatever he’s got with Kendall, and she knows he won‘t.

For a moment, she wants to tell him, word vomit all of these feelings, these fucking feelings that aren’t even really feelings, that she’s kept, bottled up for far too long but she doesn’t.

She watches him leave, walk through the door, raising the beer in his hand and laughing with their friends as she leans against the wall of the hall, embracing the coolness, focusing on her breathing.

They might be something but they won’t ever be enough anyways.

#shawn mendes #Shawn Mendes Imagine #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes oneshot #shawn mendes angst #shawn mendes one shot #shawn mendes blurbs #angst #shawn mendes fluff

217 notes · View notes

misssunflowersandsangria · 4 years

Text

Stars and Sand

Shikamaru stood up, twisting at the waist to stretch. He’d been sitting for far too long pouring over paperwork and translating scrolls. His blonde partner took off her glasses rubbing at her eyes.

“I think we should probably call it a night and pick it up tomorrow.” He recommended and she nodded beginning to gather her things. They’d worked together for a while now but he felt as though he knew very little about her. At first, she was so skittish and seemed scared of him. Thankfully she’d calmed down and they worked well together. She didn’t force him to talk more than necessary, she was smart and a hard worker.

“Wanna get a bite to eat?” He asked trying to remember if he ate lunch or not but remembered that Temari had stormed in with her usual fanfare and handed him his packed lunch that he’d forgotten to grab.

Shiho looked surprised by the invitation her face flushing bright red.

“Temari wouldn’t mind?”

“Why would she mind?”

Shiho still looked unsure but nodded “Uh… yes, I would like that.”

“I’ll see you at the front in 5 minutes.”

“Okay!” She replied excitedly clumsily toppling a tower of books in her excitement.

“I’ll get that tomorrow!”

He just chuckled and shook his head. Women were weird and despite being older he still didn’t quite understand them.

He made his way down the hall hearing the familiar sounds of a storm brewing. He stood in the doorway watching as he liked to call her his “Hericane” berated a Chunin about his lack of motivation, initiative and worried for the future of the Leaf if he was truly the best they had to offer.

“Come on Mari lay off the kid.” She turned those stormy eyes towards him and while still frightening didn’t fill him with the same dread as they once had.

“Lay off?” She asked confused by the statement. Shikamaru couldn’t help but love the cute look of confusion on her face. The Chunin was smart enough to take this opportunity to jump out of harm's way through the window.

He just chuckled at the incredulous look on her face as she mumbled ‘soft’ under her breath.

“Anyways Shiho and I are going to get something to eat. Wanna come?” She stood there in stunned silence and he feared that he had invited the storm into the tiny office.

“You and Shiho are going to go get something to eat tonight?”

“Yes…” He wondered why she was repeating his previous statement.

“She seems like a nice girl. We’ve worked together but I haven’t gotten to know her, I figured that this would be a chance to. You heard my mom the other night, all that nonsense about settling down, hopefully, this will get her off my back if she sees I’m trying to meet people. Besides I’ve told you all about my goals for the future feels like she’d fit into that role nicely.” He explained half-jokingly hoping it would help the confusion.

Temari shut her eyes and shook her head. “I’ll pass. Have a nice dinner.”

With no other explanation, she began to organize and sort her work grabbing her bag to make her exit. He wasn’t quite sure why but there was a weird feeling in the air. He grabbed her arm before she could leave. “I’ll see you at home okay?”

She refused to meet his gaze. “Yea, okay.” He watched her rush down the hall part of him wanting to run after her and ask what was wrong. He knew that she would only berate him for worrying so instead he watched her walk away.

Once some time had passed he made his way towards the entrance to meet Shiho she greeted him with a bright smile and they fell into step with one another.

“Where should we go?”

“I’m okay with anything, you pick.” That was odd. The women in his life, his mom, Ino, Temari, they typically told him where to go and he just fell in line.

“Ramen?” It seemed like a safe enough choice.

“Sure!” They walked to Ichiraku in silence and while he preferred that to idle chit chat it felt awkward and uncomfortable. Temari by this point would have told him all about the level of incompetence and idiots that she had to deal with during the day. He’d tell her that she was too hard on them and she’d call him weak. Then they would trade verbal barbs with one another before falling into a fit of laughter followed by companionable silence. It was routine, familiar and he enjoyed it.

He knew that Shiho was more subdued and quiet by nature but it almost seemed as though she was worried to say anything to avoid making him upset. She opened up a little more at the ramen shop and she told him about her history and experience. She was intelligent and excelled at what she did but she seemed very insecure and unsure about herself. She didn’t flaunt her skills or accolades more than necessary often minimizing what she did. She didn’t make fun of him or criticize anything he told her even if he probably deserved it. She was to the core a very kind, agreeable woman and it left him a little on edge.

Was this what it was like to have a woman in your life who was kind and supportive? Temari, of course, showed that she cared in her own violent/ aggressive way. Shiho though, in what little encounters they had placed him on a pedestal and it seemed in her eyes he could do no wrong. She was overly complimentary over the littlest things. He’d imagined that this was what he wanted for himself versus the constant nagging but this was even more uncomfortable. She would never push him to do more, to strive for greatness. Waving off her compliments was more exhausting than having Temari nag him for being lazy, although she did that far less now.

They were sitting on the roof of the Nara home star gazing.

“You’ve grown up Shika.” He grinned looking towards Temari where she was sitting up looking at the sky.

“You think so?”

“Yes, you’ve become the Shinobi and person that I always knew you could be even while you were crying in that hospital waiting room.”

That compliment coming from her was paramount and filled him with an immense sense of pride.

“Thank you, Mari.” She nodded knowing that they needed very few words between them. She laid down next to him settling against his chest, his arm wrapping around her in familiarity fitting perfectly against him.

“Tell me about the constellations again.” He requested shutting his eyes. She’d told him all about her enjoyment of stargazing back in Suna and he found that he enjoyed it just as much as cloud watching. He smiled to himself, her warm familiar voice telling him stories about the stars.

Temari looked up feeling his breath steady and realizing that he’d fallen asleep. She smiled and kissed his cheek softly loving the look of peace and contentment on his face.

“I love you.” She whispered her confession to the stars.

Shikamaru walked Shiho home staring up at the stars before making his way back towards the Nara compound carrying some take out for Temari. He figured that she probably ate or his mother made her something, still though he figured that she would appreciate the gesture and he kind of missed her. Hopefully, she’d be up for a game of Shogi before bed.

“What the hell did you do?” He was surprised to see Yoshino standing at the doorway fuming.

“What do you mean?”

“Temari left, she packed up her room and left.”

It took him a moment before his voice returned.

“Left?”

“Yes, as in she’s gone.”

“Where did she go?”

She sighed frustrated. “I don’t know, that’s why I am asking you. What did you do?”

“Nothing, I saw her after work, I asked her if she wanted to get something to eat with me and Shiho and she said no. I told her I'd see her here.” He stared at the empty room that was devoid of anything related to the Sand Kunoichi.

Yoshino rubbed her temples fighting the urge to smack the stupid out of her son.

“You asked her if she wanted to get something to eat with you and another girl tonight?”

“Yes.”

Yoshino stared at him with wide eyes. “Are you stupid?”

“What?”

“Oh my goodness. The regaled strategist of the great shinobi war knows nothing about women.” She cried, throwing her hands into the air.

“What are you going on about? You told me to start getting serious about settling down and finding a wife and I told her that. I figured that this is a step in the right direction.”

“I meant that in regards to Temari!”

“Temari?”

“Yes! Are you that dense? I won’t accept this Shiho woman or another woman as the future matriarch of the Nara clan.”

“But you’ll accept Temari?”

“Of course. I thought that this was what you were working towards as well.”

“What do you mean?”

“You spend all your free time together on top of work. She stays here during the weekends, she’s worked with me on top-secret Nara research, she’s met almost 90% of the clan. You gave her access to the clan forest. I mean she wears your old clan shirts to bed. I assumed that you’ve been grooming her to fit into that role.”

“No...no that wasn’t what I was doing ...at least not intentionally.”

“Did you honestly forget that you two had plans tonight? She was so excited about it too.”

“Next Friday night okay? Don’t forget.” Temari reminded him pushing a finger forcefully against his chest.

He just waved off her concerns. “I won’t forget. Besides Fridays are and have been our nights why would I forget all of a sudden?”

She worried her bottom lip unsure but nodded. “Just wanted to make sure. Don’t disappoint me.” She demanded leveling him with a look.

“Troublesome woman. I won’t, come on lay down and relax, will you. I need to sleep.” She sighed but returned to her spot next to him and his arms wrapped comfortably around her. His face resting against the back of her neck inhaling the familiar scent. And he felt himself relax into the bed her presence in his arms grounding him. She had immediately sunk into his touch and settled feeling safe and at peace.

“Good night Mari.”

“Good night Shika."

Shikamaru felt himself pale at the memory. How could he have forgotten?

“You need to figure this out. Do you like this Shiho girl?”

He shrugged trying to process all this information. “I mean...she’s fine. She’s nice, pretty enough I guess. She doesn’t nag me like the two of you do. Life with her would be easy.”

“As opposed to being with Temari?”

“There is no with Temari.”

Yoshino sighed and shook her head. “Then it’s settled.” She turned away from him frustrated and disappointed.

It was one dinner it wasn’t as though he was planning on proposing to Shiho. He knew that she had a crush on him, it was pretty obvious and he hoped that she didn’t think that it was anything more than a friendly dinner. Even more so he hoped that Temari didn’t think that it was any more than a friendly dinner.

He laid down on the bed her sheets still smelling like the wind and the rain remembering how wonderful and familiar it was now to wake up with her next to him. Life with Temari wouldn’t be easy she would nag him, force him to stop sleeping in and work. They would stay up late at night playing shogi because she was stubborn and wouldn’t admit defeat. They would spend afternoons cloud watching and nights stargazing. She would be difficult and demanding and they would probably argue a lot, but even so, he knew that he would be happy with her. She’d push him to be better than he thought he could be. She would help him achieve goals and dreams beyond anything he could have imagined alone. They would laugh and cry together and experience all the joys and tragedies life had to offer. They would be very happy together.

He thought about his life with Shiho, he was sure that they could also have a pretty happy life together as well. She would probably do anything that he asked. She’d never expect more out of him. He wondered whether she’d cloud watch with him. She mentioned that she was allergic to grass so that might not work out. She was kind and smart so Shogi could still be fun with her. Like he’d told his mother, life together would be easy, they’d have two kids, he’d retire once his daughter married and his son became a fine Shinobi and he’d die before her. He could be as simple and as lazy as he wanted to be. Shiho fit into his original plans perfectly and yet it left him feeling sad and unfulfilled. He thought he wanted easy, he thrived in that and yet the idea of hurricanes and winds made him so much happier. So he decided to chase those storms.

Temari wasn’t surprised when he showed up at her place. She was sure that his mother when she found her room abandoned had become upset and demanded he find her. She needed to take her key back.

“Why did you leave?”

She shrugged refusing to look him in the eye. “I didn’t think it was appropriate for me to stay there. Please tell your mom that I appreciate her hospitality. Here are all your clan things. It wouldn’t be right for me to keep any of it.” She handed him a box that had all her Nara clan paraphernalia. Shirts, a stuffed deer, a necklace. They’d even gifted her a fan with the clan symbol emblazoned on it. It hurt packing those things as she not only lost him but an entire family that she had grown to love and care for. She’d selfishly kept a deer looking onesie that an older clan woman had given her as a joke.

Shikamaru rubbed the back of his neck frustrated. “Temari, please, what’s going on.”

“You made your choice Shika and it’s not me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Shiho, she’s what you want isn’t she, she’s the perfect person to fit into the future you imagined as you said. I’m messy, demanding and stubborn. I’ll make life much more difficult for you. All I’ve ever wanted for you was to just be happy. For a while, I thought that I could do that but you don’t want happy, you want easy and that’s not who I am and I’ll never be that person. I was going to tell you tonight to see if maybe we could be something more. Foolish right?“ She very lightly kissed him just wanting to see what it would be like but she felt her heartbreak at the gentle touch. Shikamaru wasn’t hers and he never would be. For as much as she wanted to be his, he’d told her time again his dreams for the future and she didn’t fit into those plans. It was time to accept it.

“I have to thank you though. The last few months with you have been some of the best I've ever had. Being part of the Clan, having Yoshino nag and coddle me like I was her daughter. Having you sitting across the dinner table, then lying together watching the stars. Waking up next to each other. It was almost like I was the person you’d dreamed of and that I fit into the future that you’d imagined. I was just kidding myself and seeing something that wasn’t there. Shika, be happy, live your life to the fullest and live it out as the very person I know that you are.” The tears in her eyes made them glitter and his heart was breaking in his chest. How could he have messed this up so badly? He felt like she was slipping through his fingers like sand.

“You’re right. You’re nothing that I ever wanted for myself. But that was when I was younger and didn’t know what I wanted in life. I wanted simple and easy but now it’s changed. I want you and whatever that means.” He felt desperate, like trying to hold onto the wind in his hands.

She just shook her head stepping away from him refusing to believe that his mind could change so easily. He was a planner and strategist at heart. He didn’t just make decisions following a whim. “You can’t mean that.”

“I do. Mari, you’re right the last few months, well if it's any indication of what our life might be then I want that, it’s been so easy. I want to wake up next to you before the madness of the morning begins and we’re trying to eat breakfast and get our kid dressed so that he can get to school but he’s just like me so he’ll be slow and lazy about it. I want to cloud watch with you then stargaze. I want to argue and fight even if it's just to make up after. I want all this because it’s with you and in the end, you are everything I want. Even when I didn’t realize it, I was trying to make this feel like home. To make it so wonderful and complete that you’d never want to leave.” He used his thumb to brush a stray tear away swearing that she would never cry because of him again.

“I fell in love with this place in the same way I fell in love with you. You became home to me. And this afternoon I felt like I was seeing it all being taken away from me. Shika you have to be sure. Not even just a few hours ago you were out with her to see if you could settle down with her. I won’t be a second choice or have you accept me because that’s what your clan and your mom wants. I chose you a long time ago but I don’t think that you felt that way about me despite all the things we’ve been through and how much closer we’ve become. I’ve just been a troublesome woman in your eyes.” He didn’t like seeing her so insecure and unsure. He knew that he had messed up and how much it affected her was jarring.

He gathered her into his arms clutching her against his chest. Her hands went to latch onto his vest holding onto him tightly, grounding herself, trying to prevent more tears from falling. Maybe if she held onto him tight enough she’d never have to let him go.

“I was looking for the easy way out. I never let myself dream that you could be mine so I pushed away any thoughts and hopes of a future together. Mari, I’m so sorry. Of course, I want and choose you. You’re the only one. My goals and dreams for myself are so small but with you they’re limitless. You make me feel like I can accomplish anything. In the best versions of my future and myself, you are there. The only thing that was troublesome about you was my feelings for you and not being able to do anything about them. I just...I didn’t realize that you felt the same. I figured that one day you’d realize that you were wasting your time with me here and you’d go back to Suna and marry some rich, powerful Lord that was worthy of you. You’re an actual Princess. All I have is my heart, some deer, and a nagging mom, I don’t know if that’s enough for you.”

“It always has been.” She kissed him fiercely, possessively and with all the love she had for him and to her delight he responded just as fiercely. She could feel the weight of his words in his kiss and that he was finally allowing himself to hold onto something that he’d believed for so long was out of his reach.

He kissed her along the shell of her ear sending delightful shivers down her spine. “I love you, Mari, I have for a long time and I’m sorry that I didn’t realize it sooner.”

“Even your feelings are lazy.” She teased him before kissing him once again softly. She knew that this was going to be something that she’d never get tired of doing.

“I love you too Shika.”

“So what did you have planned for us tonight?” He asked after they’d spend a good amount of the night sharing lazy loving kisses.

“It was stupid.”

“Hey, I’m sorry I forgot. Nothing you do is stupid. Please?”

Temari paused and thought to herself before nodding. “Okay, when we get there you can decide what to do. Follow me.” He watched her grab a small bag tucking it into her waist before following her out. They ran to the very edge of the Nara clan forest to the top of the hill where they’d often spend their nights stargazing. They’d long claimed it as their spot.

He watched her carefully as she pulled from the small pouch two vials of sand and a necklace with a large silver ring. She handed him the vial with the Nara clan symbol on it. “It’s something of a tradition in Suna. Almost like a pre-engagement kind of ceremony.” The ring of the necklace opened and she carefully poured sand from her vial that had the symbol of the Kazekage family into it.

“It’s a smaller sand ceremony. I brought sand from Suna and took sand from the Nara clan forest and we are supposed to combine them, symbolizing the bringing together of two lives into one. The two sands combined symbolize everything that we have been or will become in the future.” He nodded in awe of the meaning.

Temari took his hand into hers pausing his movement. “Shika, it’s a real promise and this means a lot to me. Don’t force yourself into it.” He hated that she still seemed unsure about his feelings and hoped that he could prove it to her.

“I already told you tonight I’m committed to you and me and whatever this will become in the future. I’m never letting you go. I love you.” He poured his own sand into the necklace and in doing so, her eyes filled with tears. She then closed it and placed it around his neck.

She held onto the pendant and looked up meeting his soft deer-like eyes that she’d fallen so in love with. She whispered a few words in what he recognized as an old Suna language out loud.

“Just as these grains of sand can never be separated, we pray today that our lives together would be blended like the winds and may our love swirl around each other like the prevailing winds.” She repeated softly so he could understand, his own eyes filling with tears her forehead resting against his.

“You carry the weight of our family and the relationship with you. When we’re married you and me along with representatives from our family will combine sand in a show of unity, some of that sand will be placed in my ring completing the ceremony and cementing our bond.”

He pulled her into a kiss holding her tightly against him the weight of the necklace present against his chest, its meaning heavy on his heart. He couldn’t believe that he almost missed this.

“I love you so much.” He didn’t know if those words could adequately describe how much he truly loved and cared for her.

“I love you too.”

They eventually made their way back to the Nara manor and Yoshino apologized profusely for her son's idiocy. But her happiness at Temari being back home won out.

Shikamaru traced the Nara clan symbol over Temari’s heart as they laid down to sleep. He’d had a shirt made specifically for her a while back and it always filled him with a strong sense of pride to see her outfitted in his clan's clothing. She smiled sweetly at him her hand lacing with his.

“Mari..” He whispered into the dark almost in disbelief that she was there and his. But she had always been there, like a shadow. She kissed him softly and slowly pressing her weight against him as though she knew what he was thinking. Promising that she’d always be there. The sand ceremony was a very old tradition and completing it with someone was a very real and serious commitment. They were promising to build a life and family together. She had decided that night under the stars when she’d confessed to the universe how she felt about him, a life together was all she wanted. She felt that he shared that dream too but like so many other things she’d have to push him along to realizing it.

They cleared the air with Shiho. Temari had no reason to hate the girl and bore no ill will towards her. Shiho explained that she’d seen Shikamaru as a friend for a while and it was obvious to everyone that Temari had his heart. They were actually both thankful to Shiho because she served as a catalyst to reach this point.

Temari lifted Shikamaru’s hand in hers to trace the outlines of the constellations. They seemed so much brighter here in Suna than they were back in Konoha. The vast desert sky laid out before them. After everything that happened, they both wanted some time to themselves and planned a trip out to a hot spring before going to Suna. This was so that he could tell her brothers that he was formally courting their sister. She deemed it unnecessary but appreciated his willingness. When Gaara and Kankuro had seen his necklace though they knew that it was beyond something so simple.

Shikamaru laced her fingers with his to bring her hand down to place a kiss on it. Soon enough he knew she’d be wearing his ring on that hand and it only filled him with a sense of joy, happy that he was finally holding the wind in his hands.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21373042

#shikamaru x temari #shikatema #fanfic

39 notes · View notes