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evie-sturns · 2 months

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wrong room - Matt Sturniolo

summary: you recently met nick through social media, he invites you over to his house for the night. while walking to the bathroom you accidentally enter the wrong room, walking in on matt masturbating.

contains: smut, caught masturbating, soft!dom matt, swearing, light choking.

a/n: this fic will contain different pov's between yours and matts, but it will have a little text so you will known when.

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i met nick just the other month at taras party, we instantly clicked resulting in him inviting me round today. i've been hanging out with him around his house his whole day with one of his triplet brothers, chris, i think.

(y/n's pov)

i lean against nicks countertop as he has a poor attempt to cook, "nick- nick no!" i laugh, grabbing the bag of flour as he repeatedly hits it with his elbow while mixing the dough.

"oh god, my fault" he says with a a grin as chris walks over, he spanks the cookie dough which is inside the mixing bowl, earning a slap from nick.

"okay- i'll give it a go." i decide to finally step up, nick steps out of the way as i look into the bowl, its somehow completely unmixed even after hes mixed for a solid 5 minutes.

i look over my shoulder, my eyebrows knit in confusion as i lock eyes with nick, "i'm actually not sure how i managed that."

"its okay baking isn't for everyone." i tease, he scoffs as chris laughs, "how do you mix for 20 minutes and all the ingredients look the exact same as when we put them in the bowl." chris says,

nick mocks him with a finger in the air and a nerdy tone, chris punches his shoulder.

i step away, "do you guys have a bathroom?" i ask, "nah we shit in the woods." chris says.

"yeah, we use the bark off the trees to wipe then bury it with our hands." nick adds on, unlocking the backdoor and opening it for me.

i go to walk out slowly, chris grabs my shoulder and spins me around, "down the hallway, and the last door on the left."

"oh-" i say with a loud laugh as i walk down the hall, i hear the metal of the bowl collide with the wooden floor from behind me "shit!" nick says.

i get to the end of the corridor and look to my right, the door is shut. i grip the handle and open it,

my eyes widen as i instantly grow hot, the third triplet, matt, is laying across the bed. hes wearing a green shirt and a necklace hangs loosely around his neck. his sweatpants are tugged down to his mid thighs as he's repeatedly running his hand up and down his length with his head thrown back.

(matts pov)

"fuck- fuck fuck-" strings of whimpers exit my mouth as slick noises fill the room, i brush my fingers over my sensitive tip before continuing to run my hand up and down my cock, the cold metal of my rings dragging against the veins.

"oh my god 'm- please please-" i whine, squeezing my eyes shut as i throw my head back against my headboard. my ears ring,

i dont even register the click of the door opening until i hear a feminine gasp "shit-" i hear.

my eyes spring open as i abruptly stop all hand movements, she stares at me in shock. her face is white and her mouth is open, after a few seconds she scrambles out of the room with several 'sorry's'

i sigh as my cheeks grow red, i didn't even cover myself. my hand is still wrapped around my length.

i stand up out of bed, my legs weak. i'm still hard but i've completely lost my train of thought, too embarrassed to think about finishing now. i hear the bathroom door slam shut, meaning that this girl has now found the bathroom.

i pull up my sweatpants, grabbing hand sanitiser off my bedside table and clean up my hands before pulling up my sweatpants.

"matt!!" i hear nick call from the kitchen. i open the door of my bedroom before making my way up the corridor.

(y/n's pov)

i unlock the door to the bathroom before walking back up towards the kitchen, the 3 triplets are there.

"we got the cookies in the oven but it turned to fucking liquid as soon as we put 'em in." chris says, pulling out the chair to the dining table and flopping down on it,

"this is matt, i don't think you've met him yet." nick says, matt and i lock eyes and he sticks his hand out for a hand shake.

i hesitate before shaking his hand, "formal ass greeting" nick says, elbowing matt and sitting down at the table, "sorry- 'm matt" matt says, running a hand through his hair "no worries, im y/n!" i say chirpily

all four of us gather at the table, matt is directly opposite me and i can feel his eyes lying on me, we keep making eye contact as chris and nick speak with each other about god knows, hes painfully attractive i have to admit, his tatoos, rings, awkward persona.

"its almost midnight, do you wanna start headed to bed?" nick asks me, i nod before walking off with nick towards his room.

"are you okay?" nick asks me as soon as the door shuts, "no- no i'm fine."

"is it matt?" nick laughs slightly as he pulls on a crewneck sweater and leaps into his bed. "yeah- no- i mean it's just i've met him before..?" i lie through my teeth, nick nods suspicously.

"well i'm tired as shit so i'm gonna cut it" nick says, "cut it?" i laugh, laying down beside nick.

"go to sleep? cut it....?" he smiles with a shrug.

nicks fast asleep, i just now remember the fact the cookies have been in the oven for over 35 minutes. i jump up, speed-walking out of the room and into the kitchen. i take out the metal tray, the 'cookies' are just lumps of charcoal now.

with a groan i exit the kitchen, i can see through the crack in his bedroom door that matt's still awake.

i don't know what posseses me but i knock softly on the door, "come in." i hear.

i open the door, matts shirtless in bed, still wearing those sweatpants from earlier.

(matt's pov)

my eyes widen as i see her walk into the room, "hi, uh- i just wanted to apologise for earlier." she says, i stand up out of bed to get closer to her, she shuts the door behind her. she’s only wearing a loose and long shirt which looks like a dress on her, with panties, which show every time she lifts up her arms.

"i should've knocked." she continues, i smile and shake my head.

"no i totally get it, honest mistake" i reply, "wasn't the best way to meet you so i'm sorry about that." she laughs slightly.

"its all okay," i say, "so you're not mad at me?" she asks shyly. "i would never be mad about that?" i sigh, pulling her into a hug.

theres a thick tension in the air, i don't know where it's come from but i know we are both feeling it.

she looks up at me, my arms are still loosely wrapped around her back.

she grabs my jaw before colliding our lips together, her lips are soft, i hesitate before kissing her back, my hand lacing into her hair.

i guide her back, she falls backwards onto my matress as our lips stay joined, our tongues now fighting for dominance.

her hands reach down and start tugging down my waistband. i pull away for a second, “are you sure?” i ask her, she nods frantically “please- yes.”

“arms up.” i say, she puts her arms above her head as i reach down, pulling off her loose tshirt. my eyes fall to her tits as my cheeks flush, she squirms on the matress impatiently.

i tug off her panties, discarding them somewhere across my room. she’s fully bare infront of me, her top teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

i lean over her to reach my bedside table, fiddling around in the drawer for a condom, “i’m on the pill,” she says grabbing my wrist and pulling me away

“oh shit okay!” i say, sounding a little too excited. she laughs slightly.

“you gotta be really, fucking, quiet.” i stare into her eyes, “nick is through that fucking wall and chris is the other side, if you get too loud i’ll stop mhm?”

she nods frantically “yes- yeah okay”

i line myself up with her, my hand travels down to grip her waist and i hold her hand with my free hand.

i push inside of her, instantly feeling her grip around me. i immediately worry, there’s not a single chance i’m lasting past a minute with her being this tight.

she lets out a delicate moan, holding herself back as she presses her lips together. i give her a minute to adjust before thrusting out to my tip, then pressing deeper inside of her.

with each thrust i pick up my pace as i stay concentrated on the wall, trying not to instantly cum.

she throws her head back, arching her back off my bed as every so often she lets out a shaky deep breath. i take the hand that’s on her waist and press down on her lower abdomen, seeing how far i can push her before she makes a noise.

i stop holding her hand with my other hand, and start tracing figure 8’s on her clit.

she finally breaks, letting on a desperate moan which seemed to come out louder than expected. i quicken my movements before slamming a hand over her pretty mouth. i hear a muffled ‘close’ and i continue to toy with her clit, keeping a hand plastered on her mouth.

she clenches around me, a whimper falls from my mouth as i feel her release, screaming my name.

i take my hand off her clit and place a hand on her throat, pressing lightly as she comes down from her high.

i pull out of her, finishing in my hand.

i flip down next to her, pulling her ontop of me and rubbing her back soothingly as i attempt to catch my breath. “matt..” i hear her say quietly,

“mhmm?” i reply, “can you walk me back to nicks room.” she says, sitting up on my thighs and reaching for her shirt.

“yeah, of course.” i say with a smile.

she crawls off of me to retrieve her underwear, which landed on my computer keyboard.

i sit up, pulling on my sweatpants and a soft shirt before grabbing her hand.

i creak open my bedroom door, she follows close behind me. i open the door to nicks room where he’s spread out on his bed, fast asleep. i pull down the covers and sweep her off her feet.

i lay her down on the bed, adjusting her head on the pillow before pulling up the duvet, i press my lips to her forehead before leaving the room.

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(y/n’s pov)

9:38am

i wake up to the sun blaring on my face, i roll over, my legs still hurting from last night. i sit up, “nick” i tap him, he shoots up in bed.

“jesus!” i laugh, “how the fuck did you get up that fast- were you awake??”

nick erupts into laughter, “you scared me that’s all!” he says, i scoff before standing up out of bed, nick follows behind me as i open the door to his room.

i walk into the kitchen where chris and matt already are, leaning on the kitchen counter.

“good morning!” i say, matt shoots me a stupid smile “guess what.” chris says blankly, my heart drops, did he hear matt and i last night?

“what.” i instantly reply, looking over at matt who looks equally as nervous as me.

he walks over to the stovetop where the tray of ‘cookies were’ he picks them up and walks over to nick, matt and i.

“oh yeah- you dumbfucks left ‘em in the oven so i took them out.”

“what. the. FUCK is that” nick laughs, backing away from the burnt excuses of cookies.

“are they edible still?” chris genuinely asks, looking over at me for an awnser.

“chris what do you think.”

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ajortga · 21 days

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just too late

pairing: tara carpenter x fem!reader

summary: where tara can't help but regret the outcome of her consequences, she was just too late. how can a heart love if it is no longer beating?

warnings: massive angst, death, stabbing, blood

word count: 3.5k+

a/n: based of a request i got on wp! honestly, i wrote this months ago and got to the end, but their request was so similar that i redid it. posting a small second part soon<3 also omg, thank you for 500 followers!

You had just visited Tara, a bouquet of roses in one hand as you knocked on the door. You had seen them when walking to her apartment and you knew that they were just perfect for her. You had to get them. As you heard the lock of the door click, Tara opened the door. She peeked out and saw you, smiling shyly. You thought she'd smile back, but instead her smile dropped.

That had never happened before.

"Y/N, we need to talk.

You knew something was wrong, something bad was going to happen. Your breath got stuck in your throat as she stepped aside to let you in. You knew the next thing that would happen would not be good.

fast forward 20 minutes

You stood there in Tara's apartment, Sam eyeing you with a penetrating death glare. You felt like sinking into the floor right there and then. You hated this kind of silence.

Sam broke the quietness, her gaze stern, "Y/N, this isn't going to work out between you and Tara." She states, crossing her legs as she sighs, "All of it just adds up."

You shake your head, but before you can retaliate, Sam speaks again.

"You know it too. You started dating my sister two weeks prior before the first ghostface attack. The police found your necklace right next to the victim, covered in blood. I can't trust you and have you near my sister. All of us," she states, twirling her finger in a circle, "Are in danger and I can't let my baby sister get hurt again. None of us trust you, not Mindy, not Chad, and definitely not me. You are going to stay away from her, no more coming over or seeing each other at school. Do I make myself clear?"

"You believe a piece of evidence that barely proves anything? They didn't even find my DNA anywhere!"

"Gloves."

You felt rage crawling its way out, you couldn't believe your girlfriend's sister would think you're the killer. Sam knows all too well how much Tara loves you. "You know I wouldn't hurt you! Least of all Tara! I love her with my whole heart and I would never even think of that! I-I don't know how my necklace got there, someone framed me!" You turned to Tara, blinking away tears that stung your eyes, "Tar.. You believe me right? Please tell her. I didn't do anything! Please don't leave me."

"Please.." you begged. You saw the way her gaze slightly cracked, you knew she didn't believe you. You could feel it, you wouldn't care for fucks sake if Mindy, Chad, or Sam didn't believe you. But Tara was different. It felt like a swing to the heart, it hurt so much. It felt heavy.

Tara didn't do anything but give you a hurt look, staring down at her fingers. You expect her to throw her arms around you, tell you that they all got it wrong and you can both live happily ever after in the end. Yet she doesn't.

"I'm sorry Y/N," she forces her shattered voice in her normal tone, swallowing a cry clawing to come out, "I don't trust you anymore, I don't love you. I-I never did. I just.. Don't think you should visit anymore. We're done."

You felt like your whole heart shattered at that moment as you heard her last two words. You looked at her as you sobbed in your hands. Hurt, mournful, betrayed.

All that Tara said was, "You need to get out please," her eyes pink and glossy.

"You don't understand Tara, please I'm begging you-"

"Y/N, I'm not going to say it twi- It's n-not me Tara!" you say, this point a small cry escaping you. The way Tara looks at you is wild.

Your girlfriend's voice raised, with a fury, she wasn't going to say it again, "Get the hell out! Do you need me to say i-it twice? I don't fucking love you! I don't want to see your face again!"

You flinched, you never felt more heartbroken in your life. Your heart hurt, it felt like someone had smashed it with a hammer. Tears that threatened to fall down were now dropping on the floor. All the moments you've spent together were now thrown away, stomped on. You felt your body shaking as you toss the flowers, leaving them to fall on the floor with a thud.

You simply nod, slowly.

"Fine." You say, more flat than ever, turning to leave as you feel the petals get stepped on by your shoe.

All you wanted was to brighten your girlfriend's day, entering with flowers in your hand and just wanting to cuddle her all day long. Yet, here you are, your girlfriend now turning into you ex, flowers dead, no cuddles, no more trust.

Tara felt horrible, the guilt eating her alive. All of her words were lies, she just knew that if you were to separate from her, she would keep you safe. You wouldn't be the target for ghostface if he thought you were just a normal person in Woodsboro. You would be safe. She tried to assure herself that as you slammed the door.

Her eyes met the squished flower that escaped from the bouquet on the floor and she wondered if she'd ever get flowers from you again after everything.

You stared at the picture frame placed on the counter of you and Tara together hugging with matching clothes, you choked on your sobs. Tara nor your friend group had chatted with you since then. Sam had blocked you on social media. At least your other friends had came along and checked up on you to make sure you were okay. Tara had sent a few messages, saying she was sorry that things had ended up like this, but to realize you blocked her.

You couldn't function properly, your eyes were dry with the amount of tears you released in the past week.

It's not your fault, you tried to assure yourself. You weren't ghostface. You can't believe the person you trusted most didn't even put her trust in you.

Maybe it all is your fault. Maybe if you were different, in personality, how much the core 4 really liked you, you wouldn't be here, crying like those teens in the movies that just feast on a gallon of ice cream. It makes you cry a little harder while you hug your teddy bear.

Especially the taunting memory of Tara screaming at you, tears blurring your vision as you stumbled back out of her apartment. Sam's eyes softening just a little bit, not meaning for this to happen. Yet you didn't even try looking into her eyes, too caught up with your own feelings to feel her sorrow.

The past few days, you've locked yourself up, abandoned school. Ignored the core 4, blocked Tara and the other three.

Your mind wandered, you were clouded in your own thoughts as you sobbed angry and hurtful tears. You cried to the point where tears stopped falling, and you were left with feeling nothing and your body feeling sore. Your breathing was still heavy, you let out heavy shaky breaths, but they started to cool down.

You closed your eyes, focusing on your breathing, until you heard your phone buzz from the ground. You picked it up, there was a message.

A part of you expected your friends to check up on you, since that's what they've been doing every since you've stopped going to school. Instead, you were met with a picture from unknown of the abandoned movie theater not too far from here. There, you saw the camera facing a knife pointing towards Tara and Sam, threatening, daring.

Your eyes widened, as you immediately take your keys and bust out the door, grabbing a small knife, maybe you'll need it, unblocking Tara and calling her and all of those you knew must be in there. They're in danger.

Each call leads to voicemail, from both Tara and Sam, you search up their location. The only one shared for you is Tara's. You almost smash it to the front of your phone holder, locating where they are at.

As much as you hurt, you knew that you would never heal knowing that someone you loved was at risk. The car engine roars to life as you head for the theater.

With each texts and call ignored, you get paranoid, worried sick. Stepping on the accelerator of the car, your car turns a corner and is out of sight.

"She fell for it, she's coming your way," a taunting voice rasps into their phone, Ghostface.

"Our plan is just setting into action."

Carefully, you slip into the door of the run down theater. You hear clatters, and immediately you freeze, hiding a corner and peeking out. Tara's scream echoes through the theater, your eyes widen and you look around, for something sharp.

This is a stupid shrine committed to ghostface, you realize. It makes it a little better, at least you're guaranteed a knife to defend and fight with?

You sweep a corner, the room your in is silent, and you creek down the floor board, being greeted with glass display cases.

You're not good with blood, yet there's evidence from ghostface's mark years ago. TV's, a knife laced in the red crimson color. A gag almost leaves your lips, yet you open the display case and your hands grasp around a cool metal. It's a knife alright, not too sharp if you were to drop it you wouldn't cut your whole toe off. Yet it's do-able.

"Tara?" your voice echoes, walking around and exploring, you're frantic. You keep hearing her voice mail ring through your ears and your worry increases.

You thought the room you were in was obsessive with ghostface, yet when you go into the middle of this shrine, it's filled with obsessive things. Masks, robes, knives, even the TV that Stu Macher was killed by. A shiver escapes you.

You look up, and you see the chaos going, glass shattered on the floor, action buzzing around. You see Tara.

"Tara!" You shout, trying to keep your voice low, your eyes meeting the ladder that goes up, you climb on it, grunting in effort. You climb, climb, climb, climb, until you reach the top.

Tara is with Sam, they're talking about their plan, they're a couple hundred feet away from you. The sister's clothes are smothered in blood, Sam's arm has a wound, and you feel sick seeing the blood seeping from your girlfriend's clothes.

Your about to say her name, until you see a shadow emerge. It's not any that you know, this one is dark, tall, more man-like.

It's not until you see the tilt of their head the sliver of light reflecting off their mask. Ghost face.

You don't know what gotten into you from the adrenaline from the moment, but your legs begin to run, move, nothing sounds more fitting than slow motion. His knife lifts from his chest, the sharp metal edge glistening.

You try to scream, the words bubble up in your throat, comes out in a dry cough.

Your legs feel like jelly, run faster, damnit.

They can't see him, he's behind them, tucked just 2 feet away in a corner, yet you see him. You can save Tara and her older sister, you can save the both of them, you have time.

You can save the both of them, your love outplays your brain. It's telling you to stop, you're going to get killed. But your heart overwhelms it, beating quicker, with each beat all you can hear is

Tara

Save

Her!

Tara

You

Have

Time.

The knife ghostface is holding gets brought down.

"Tara!" You finally scream, it comes out as a desperate cry as you lunge towards her. Her eyes turn from the setting below her to you, confusion, then shock as your hands shove her shoulders. The strength you built up finally goes to use, pushing her out of harms way, she shoves into Sam, as they both stumble back.

You hear them both say your name, confusion at first, before the second time they holler it out. It's a scream, yet it dies down in your ears, feeling the cool metal of the blade slam into your shoulder. The ring from Tara's screams fade, replaced with the blood pulsing in your ears. The pain, the sharp knife sinking into the flesh of your shoulder. All you can do is let out a soft cry, too tired to scream.

Your eyes water, looking up at ghostface, the ugly mask boring into your eyes. He tilts his head, shocked for a moment. Until he tilts his head back again, like the target he hit is even better than what he wanted. They didn't expect you so soon.

The knife tears out from your flesh, a sob leaves your throat, kicking and flaring your arms.

"Y/N!" Tara screams your name, this one you can hear. She's crying, sobbing, wailing. Begging for her older sister to let her go and save you.

Sam shushes her, all they can do is watch. All Tara can do is watch you suffer.

His knife slams into you again, your abdomen. You hear a disgusting squelch as it goes in. The pain is unbearable, this stab hurts even more than anything you can think about. You thought the 4 foot thorn going through your foot was bad. You cry, grabbing the knife that's tucked into your pocket and slam it against the black coat, right where the neck meets the shoulder.

A raspy whisper escapes your lips, "F-fuck you." You snarl.

You barely hear him grunt. Yet he doesn't back down, in fact, you hear the disgusting squelch again.

And again.

The pain lessens. You know why. You're dying.

You can't hear it anymore, but there are now several stabs on your abdomen. You collapse, blood seeping through your clothes, your hands, your face. It's warm, dark red, spreading. It oozes out of your wounds, and the squelching sounds are gone. Your eyes flutter, seeing the flurry of the white masked figure leaving you to rot. Your body collapses to the floor with a loud crash.

You saved Tara, you would die before he could ever kill her. Before she could ever die. If Tara died, you'd kill yourself, or you'd die quicker from a broken heart.

Sam's yelling, kicking ghostface as he lets go of you, you can barely see her bringing him down to the bottom floor, both of them collapsing off the second story.

Your eyes begin to close, your breath comes in short heaves and wheezes.

And then, you see her, barely, through your weak vision.

It's blurry at first, but you know it's Tara, who else would look so good with blood all over her face?

She presses her body down to you, her warmth barely seeping through, your body is colder. Those warm, soft eyes are wide, looking so scared, hands pressing down deeper to your stomach, trying to stop the bleeding.

"Fuck, no. Nononono.. Why the hell would you do that?" She yells at you, shaking your body, you whimper.

You barely respond, croak her name out, cough out blood.

She's crying, you realize, she's choking on sobs as she cradles you, lifting your body up to her chest. She smells like your favorite scent, sweet.. light.. vanilla.. So lovely.

You just want to be in her arms forever. Let her sweetness soothe the pain.

"Y/N," she sobs, seeing the way you're struggling to stay conscious, you're only holding on because she's there. She can tell the way your eyes are slowly glassing over, your vision is twitching, blurring, un-focusing.

Don't cry, you want to tell her, even though you know you're here, dying in your girlfriend's arms. But you're too weak to speak, instead, let a slurred murmur leave you. Her hand is clinging to yours, like if she were to let go you would immediately fall away.

"It's okay baby," Tara sniffs, clinging to you. Like if she lets go you'll shatter, "I'm here, help will come soon. Stay with me. Eyes on me baby."

You look at her, your girlfriend, being in her arms. She has a small wound, around her arm to her shoulder, yet it's barely bleeding. Being here, in her arms. It's your favorite thing ever, you've done it so many times to feel her warmth. You never thought you would not be in Tara's arms at night with you buried against her.

Yet you know it's your last time you'll be in them. You can barely feel the warmth she's trying to transfer to you, you're freezing. She senses it too, the way she's hugging you tighter. Pleading you to stay here, with her. The brunette squeezes your hand, distracts you from the pain that's already leaving. Along with your pulse.

"I'm so fucking sorry," she sobs, "I love you so much, you don't fucking understand," she wails. Pulls you closer to her, "I should have never left you, you mean the world to me, I never meant what I said. I t-thought I could protect you if ghostface knew that you were no longer in our circle."

You wheeze, your eyes never looking away from hers. She notices, how you're studying her, like the moment you don't, you'll forget how she looks like in heaven.

Freckles, doe-shaped crying eyes. You lift her hand to your chest, let her feel your heart, to let her know that your giving her your heart, your love. You don't want her to forget about you.

You don't want to die.

Yet if you don't want her to die, you'll die before she could ever.

Tara's still sobbing, ripping her shirt and tying it against your stomach, the blood seeps through, she tightens it. Looks worriedly down at you.

Ugly shapes of swiggles and dots cloud, you see random shapes flying. Try to focus on Tara.

Sirens ring in the distance, Tara looks back, yet immediately looks back at you. A tear falls from her stained mascara cheeks, down your shirt. Weakly, you bring it up and wipe her cheeks. Assure her it'll be okay. Yet she knows it's not. They're just too fucking late.

You saved her. That's all that matters now.

"It's all my fault, I'm so sorry my love. I never meant to hurt you. I never thought it would end so soon. I don't want you to die."

You swallow, blood slightly gurgles through your throat, use your dying strength to speak, "I'm h-here." You croak, "T-tara."

"I love you so much," you slur, hiccupping on a cry. Trace the matching necklace she gifted the two of you years past on her neck. You're wearing it too. Hers was silver, yours was gold. A silver and golden dove.

The blood loss is too much, you can barely speak. But she's here with you, in your last moments. You're able to have a goodbye you might not have had. She might not be ready, but you almost are.

Time wasn't in your favor. It really wasn't.

This isn't goodbye this is a simply see you later.

She's okay, knowing that makes you feel a little more okay. A little more okay and soothe the worries.

Tara plays with your necklace. A proper goodbye. Her eyes glisten with tears, and she leans down, presses her lips to yours. You kiss her, knowing it'll be the one you'll live to feel. Then you slump back down on the concrete. You don't care about anyone but her anymore. Sirens holler, people bust into the theater, and you look up at her, taking off her necklace and putting it into the palm of her hand.

"I w-want you to promise me one thing."

She sniffles, tears wont stop anytime soon, keeps tying cloth around your deep wounds. It's no use. She nods, "Y-yeah?"

"Promise me y-you won't forget me. E-even when you find someone you love, maybe even more than me. You won't t-throw.." You pause, coughing, "T-throw our memories away. Promise me that. That when your h-hands hold theirs, you realize that mine was once warmer. When you're by yourself on F-Friday nights, you'll remember that you used to come to mine and cuddle m-me." You hiccup, losing your train of thought, blinking, your words are barely audible, yet Tara can still make them out.

"...When you look at the stars on the grassy meadow, you'll remember that that's the spot we always w-went to to get our thoughts out of things," you barely giggle, it hurts your stomach. "A-and, when you look at all my pictures, or maybe one day I won't pass your mind for once, you'll be ready to let me go. The thought of me still being here. Y-you'll be able to love, even though I might still scar your heart."

She sniffles, seeing the way you begin to struggle on your words, they grow quieter.

"But I won't let that happen, I don't want your h-heart t-to scar," You place her hand on your chest again, "You can have mine."

Tara swallows her tears, still, they drop.

"I love you, Y/N," she sniffles, it's the same word from every other time you both said you loved each other. Yet this time, it's so fucking different. It's the last time you'll ever hear her say it to you while you're still hear. "I'll never love anyone more than I loved you."

"I love you too, Tara," you whisper. It's the last time she'll ever hear it from you. A small, weak smile cracks on your face as she leans down one more time, kisses you softly, taking the last breath from your lips.

And it's time to go. Your chest stills.

And for the last time, she hears your heart beat one more time.

A heart that once beat for her was gone.

#jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega imagine #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x you #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega x reader #vada cavell x reader #jenna ortega x y/n #vada cavell x y/n #tara carpenter x y/n #tara carpenter x female reader

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ft-3racha · 6 months

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Yunho, size kink, lots of hands pls 🤪, with a lot of fluff, lovely aftercare

new necklace (ft. jeong yunho)

pairing: jeong yunho (ateez) x gn reader

warnings: smut!!!(minors dni!); established relationship, clear d/s dynamics, bigdick!dom!yunho x curious!sub!reader, hands (🤪), size kink (heavy), degrading, praise, fingering (reader rec), choking, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl), breeding kink, creampie, multiple orgasms (reader rec), a little teeny tiny angsty bc of problems regarding their sex life, ending with fluff and aftercare bc yunho is a gentle giant at heart <3

author‘s note: your wish is my command! how could i not write this ask??? as soon as i read this, the gears in my head started spinning and produced this piece. enjoy. :))

wc: 3,6k (oops-)

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„i‘m cumming, baby.“

i know, you thought to yourself, before your boyfriend pulled himself out of you to release himself on your lower back. as always. yours and yunho‘s relationship was absolutely beautiful, and so was the sex. the only problem: it was always the same. he made you cum with his hands, then you guys fucked until you came a second time before he chased his own release, which always resulted in him unloading on your back, kissing you on your forehead and getting a towel to clean up the mess he produced.

it was good, but you sure as hell missed something. you always had the feeling that yunho was holding himself back, for whatever reason that may be; he just absolutely didn‘t look like the vanilla kind of guy he was trying to be. or so you were hoping deep down.

a couple of days, and a shopping spree online later, you find yourself in your shared bedroom, the parcel on your bed opened up and it‘s containments already on your body. as you look into the mirror, you admire the white silky robe against your skin, hiding your nude body from unwanted eyes; actually, any eyes other than your boyfriends were unwanted. together with that beautiful shining piece of fabric you ordered another thing adorning your lower half: it was a beautiful bottom piece completely made out of white lace. that color was chosen on purpose, because it made you look the most innocent; what you were planning was far from that though. just a few minutes prior you had taken some sultry pictures of yourself posing in your new undergarments, not even thinking a second before sending them straight to yunho. it didn‘t take him longer than five minutes to reply with a casual „i‘m at work, love“. well, no shit, that was kind of the whole point. your answer was a question, straight to the point with a little bit of attitude: „what are you gonna do about it?“.

silence. all that followed was unanswered, mysterious and unsatisfying silence. you were hoping that yunho would understand what you were trying to do, that you wanted to tease him and rile him up with your bratty behaviorism. but he unknowingly ended all potential fun and experimental games before they had even begun. you threw your phone to the side, exhaling heavily while closing the robe with a knot in the front. the rest of the day was spent with chores as you tried your best to get your mind off of the disappointment that was spread all throughout your being. the sun was close to being set, and you just finished wiping down the kitchen, when you heard your phone go off. nonchalantly, you went to check it, and you did a double take when you openend the message you received. it was from yunho.

„wait for me in the bedroom in that outfit. on your knees. be home in 15.“

speechless. absolutely no words were leaving your mouth, but more so roaming in your mind as heat spread through your entire body. you did exactly as yunho requested you to do, his message making it sound as if you had no other choice but to obey to him. exactly how you wanted it to be.

14 minutes and 52 seconds later you heard the front door open and lock back up. normally it took him about 20 minutes to get home from work, you figured he went a little over the speed limit for the perfect reason. if he were to get a ticket, you would definitely forgive him. and while you were doing as he asked, yunho came through the door, his heartbeat pounding in his ears and his thoughts going wild. nevertheless, he calmly took off his jacket, hung it up neatly and placed his bag down in it‘s designated spot before taking off his shoes as well. a deep breath left his plump lips, the exhaled air hot and heavy; with slow and heavy steps he made his way towards the bedroom, cuffing the sleeves of his white button up and pushing them up to his elbows in the meantime. it was exciting to him, almost as if he was a predator on the hunt, because he could only imagine what the current scenario did to you; how it made your breath hitch in your throat with every single step that was taken, how a shiver ran down your spine at the thought of what he was going to do to you, how excited you were about not knowing what was going to happen.

yunho slowly opened the door, and what he saw kicked all the air out of his lungs. you looked so stunning, so ready for him to destroy you: perfectly sat on your knees in front of the bed, your robe untied, the white lace still adorning your lower body. your gaze faced towards the ground, palms neatly sat on your legs. so good for him, and him only. the door closed, but you didn‘t dare to lift your eyes. yunho stepped closer and came to a halt right in front of you, yet all you could see was his feet and the beginning of his black slacks that were covering his beautiful long legs from your desperate view.

„beautiful“, was the first word that left him, and it made a chill creep up your entire being at how deliciously deep his voice was. „did you do all of this for me?“ you nodded, his presence so domineering that it took away your ability to speak. you knew he wasn’t as vanilla as he was pretending to be. „you should use your words when asked a question, sweetheart.“ sweetheart. you considered yourself lucky to be sat in this very moment, otherwise your knees would‘ve given out. wanting to please him in every way possible, you slowly lift your gaze and almost inaudibly answered: „yes, i did. all for you.“ „good baby.“ a needy whine escaped your throat at the praise, not used to yunho being as vocal as he turned out to be. his dark eyes raked over your submissive form; glossy and half-lidded, irisis almost eaten up by enlarged pupils. he slowly made his way over to the bed and sat down on the edge, instructing you to get up and sit on his lap. you do as you‘re told without another word, finding yourself on him only seconds later. his big hand cradled the side of your face, the calloused pad of his thumb slowly pulling at your bottom lip, it snapping back in place immediately after he let go. „kiss me, please“, you begged him, overwhelmed with the feeling of him surrounding you entirely. „you sound so fucking pretty when you beg“, is all he said before giving in to your request, his lips engulfing yours in a kiss so passionate it made you throb with need. it was all tongue and teeth, desparation visible on both sides. but it might‘ve just been the best kiss you‘ve ever shared. you felt him everywhere, long fingers digging into your scalp, slightly pulling your head to the side as his lips traced your neck, wet kisses spreading all over it. „my god, you are so stunning“, he spoke lowly into your ear, earning a moan from you in response, „can you feel what you are doing to me?“ indeed. as soon as he said that, you could feel how hard he was inside of his pants, his cock trying to break free while poking at your center. experimentally, you started rolling your hips, to which yunho responded with an almost animalistic sound escaping his throat. „so desperate“, he mumbled, his hand itching its way from your scalp to the front of your throat, „want me to choke you, baby?“ „god, please“, was all you could say, the thought of his hand around your neck causing you to involuntarily clench around nothing. you’ve always had a thing for his hand, and yunho knew; he saw your little glances here and there, but never said a word. it was cute, almost naively sweet even, how something so normal to him could rile you up so easily still, even after having been together for awhile now. he had never asked to choke you before, but feeling those slender fingers expertly applying pressure on the spots where your charotid artery lays had you crying out his name, your thoughts revolving around nothing but him while your hips ground into him with more pressure in search of any kind of friction. „look at you“, he almost growled, hazy eyes scanning you with a smirk on his deviously handsome face, „all it takes is my hand around your neck and you start acting like a desperate little whore?“ the name had you internally screaming, the combination of praising and degrading words tumbling out of him hitting you just right.

next thing you know his hand leaves your neck and you find yourself on your back, the white robe having been cascaded in the process. „are you gonna be a good slut for me, hm? you gonna behave?“, yunho asked, his dominant frame hanging over you as his big hand lays on your inner thigh. „i promise“, you answered so fast it was almost pathetic, „i‘ll be so good. just want your cock inside of me, please.“ „i have to stretch you out first, baby. don‘t think your tight little hole can handle it without.“ and he was right. there was a reason to the beginning of your usually bland sex routine: he had to make you cum with his hands first to help you relax, to help you adjust to him easier, because he was a sight for sore eyes. he always stood tall, not only having been blessed in height but also in size. thats why, even after many times of sharing the bed with him, you find yourself still not used to his impressive length. slowly testing the waters, you reply: „give me your fingers then, so i‘ll be able to take your big cock.“ he groaned, and you added a very obvious size kink to your mental notes; you had suspected it for a while after having been asked if „it will even fit“ and being reminded of „how tight you are“ a couple of times before. yunho pulled down your panties almost in a hurry, attaching his fingers to you as soon as the lace left your body and hit the floor. finally. „inside, please“, was all you were able to say, mind foggy with the need of him filling you up. and he did just that, his pointer and middle finger breaking past your entrance and into you, deliciously stretching you out. both of you moaned at the feeling, yunho finally realizing how badly you really needed him after feeling your wetness trickle down his hand, and you because you almost came from him just inserting two fingers. the chokehold this man had on you in this very moment was absolutely driving you crazy. „always so fucking ready for me, shit“. he cursed before driving his long digits into you with force, hitting the spot that made your toes curl and your hairs stand at the back of your neck. your hands flew to his back, clinging to the thin material of his dress shirt. the fact that he was doing your fully naked form fully dressed drove you insane, the humiliating feeling adding to your pleasure. his name left your lips like a prayer, as if he was the only thing that mattered in this world, and for you, he was.

the way your orgasm approached so quickly left you shocked, not even being able to warn him before it happened, and you swore to yourself in that very moment that you never came that incredibly hard because of just his hands; in fact, you probably never came that hard in your entire life. he helped you calm down, softly stroking your thigh to soothe you and help you calm down from your orgasm, letting his gentleness peak through for just a second, checking in and making sure you were okay before all of it left again in the blink of an eye. his newfound duality was crazy, but crazy attractive indeed. relishing in your post-orgasmic state, you barely realized that yunho had gotten up, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and leaving it to mingle alongside your panties on the floor, his slacks and boxers joining just a minute later. as he hovered back above you, you saw him in all his glory, the tip of his long cock leaking precum, and you couldn‘t help your hand finding his shaft, stroking him slowly. „so big“, you state softly, doe eyes finding his, „it‘ll stretch me out so nice, will hurt so good.“ „fuck“, he cursed, tip prodding at your abused hole, „i‘m gonna fill you up so good, and you‘ll take it all.“ with that, you felt him slowly fill you up, and you nodded alongside that burning feeling you loved so much. „look at how you swallow my cock, greedy little slut can never get enough of it, isn‘t that right?“ his pelvis met yours as his tip kissed your spot with the right amount of force, making you see stars in the process. „yes yunho, feels s‘ good.“ you couldn’t even form coherent sentences anymore, already too fucked out from him just entering. he bottomed out slowly, barely having left you before pushing all the way back in with a little more strength. you arched your back and clawed at his, moans and whimpers leaving you, and that‘s all it took for him to finally let go. his cock rammed into you hard and fast, the sound of skin slapping on skin echoed from the walls. it was as if the english language had left you completely, barely understandable mumbling and cries of pleasure being the only things leaving your mouth alongside his name. „shit angel“, yunho panted above you, your nails raked down his back at the nickname, marking him up, „you feel so fucking tight around my big cock. tell me, who do you belong to?“ „you“, you answered immediately without a second thought. „i bet nobody could ever make you feel the same.“ „never“, you reassured, causing him to speed up even more, „y’ make me feel so fucking good. cock‘s so big, can feel it in my tummy.“ as those words left your mouth you felt that familiar feeling built up again. yunho must‘ve felt it too, probably because you kept clenching around him, because he leaned down, lowly whispering in your ear: „cum for me, now.“ and you did, your second orgasm of the night not washing over you, but rather hitting you like a brick. your vision turned blurry as your whole body tensed up, thighs spasming and hole clenching around yunho to the point where he had to still completely to ensure he didn‘t spill, wanting to relish in the feeling of your heat just a little longer.

he helped you again, gently stroking your hips, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you slowly came back to this planet. you feared it was over, were scared that it would be the same as always from now on, but you were met with a stern gaze again as soon as he realized you were good still. „on all fours, ass up.“ that was a new one. usually sticking to just missionary, you were surprised when you found yourself with your face pressed into the pillow and your back arched, ass up in the air. yunho stood behind you on his knees, his cock now glistening in a mixture of your fluids. „hands behind your back“, he instructed as you gave him your hands to hold behind youf back with one of his giant ones, the other one used to guide his cock back into you. the new angle made you moan, mentally cursing yourself for not suggesting this position sooner, because fucking hell, did it feel fantastic. he could reach even deeper, making you feel fuller than ever before. now you could really feel him rearrange your guts. he wasted no time. snapping his hips into yours at a ruthless pace, no mercy to be found. „you feel so fucking good“, he praised, „my good little whore. all mine.“ this man and his filthy mouth will be the death of you. „so full“, you whimper. „yeah? gonna fill you up even more.“ the moan that escaped you after that statement could put pornstars out of business. „you‘d like that, huh? want me to pump your tight little hole full of my cum?“ all you could do was nod in response, the thought occupying your mind completely. breeding you was never a topic of discussion; it has been a silent agreement from the get go for him to pull out, eventhough the thought of him filling you up had crossed your mind multiple times beforehand, and not once did you mind it. not at all. so you nodded again, clenching around him before answering with a desperate tone: „please fill me, use me. i can take it all.“ you didn‘t think it was possible, but after that he sped up even more, not only chasing your third orgasm of the night but his own as well. he pulled you up by your neck, your back colliding with his chest as his big hand wrapped around your throat again, choking you from behind while relentlessly pounding into you. you could feel your orgasm approaching again, hearing him mumble some more praise into your ear, always mixed with those delicious derogatory words. „my good little slut, so ready to take my cum. gon‘ give it to you, just a little more.“ his thrusts got sloppier after that, not once going down in roughness as they did. „yunho, i‘m-“, was all you managed to stutter out, before your third and final orgasm hit you like a truck, your whole body clenching and tensing up in yunhos arms. and as he felt you clench and pulse around his cock, yunho‘s orgasm hit him as well, causing him to spill his seee inside of you. it felt good, almost animalistic; as if he was marking you up from within, and you loved every second of it.

all that was heard after was both of your heavy breathings in the heavier air. yunho slowly lowered you onto the bed, caressing your hair while you snuggled up to his chest. the room probably reeked of sweat and sex, but you couldn‘t care less. „you did so great, my love“, yunho spoke up after taking a minute to breathe, „so incredible for me. i love you so much.“ „i love you too“, you smiled up at him, before laughing lightly, „you fucking animal.“ he laughed, his cheeks coating themselves in redness. „i always felt like you were holding back“, you stated, to which he just nodded. „i did, yeah. didn‘t wanna scare you away.“ you could (metaphorically) hit him in the head for not just speaking up about his desires, but neither did you, so you chose not to scold him for that. instead, your heart swell at the fact that he didn‘t wanna scare you, and you lifted your head, slowly entangling your lips in a sweet kiss.

a couple of minutes of you guys reflecting on your session and cuddling in bed passed by, before yunho got up to run a bath for the both of you; your sore muscles couldn‘t thank him more. he came back seconds later with a wet towel, the water running in the background. „is it okay if i clean you, or do you wanna do that yourself?“, he asked cautiously, and you appreciated his thoughtfulness, especially in moments like these. „you can do it. thank you, love“, you answered as he slowly spread your sore legs to clean up the mess both of you produced. once he finished that up, he picked up the clothes from the floor, tossed them in the washer alongside the towel and got you some water and snacks for you to hydrate and gain back some energy. and as you laid in your warm bath yunho sat behind you, massaging your shoulders skillfully. „that feels really nice. thank you for preparing all of this, i really appreciate it.“ you letting him know that made his head spin and his belly fuzzy. „no worries, beautiful. thank you for letting me take control of your body and making you feel good. it means a lot, and it‘s not something i take lighthearted“, he replied and you blushed. yunho always let you know that he appreciates your body, but hearing him say it after such an intense session was extra special. „i trust you“, was all you said, before letting your head fall on his chest, his arms snaking around your waist and connecting with your hands in the front of your body. „how about we lay in here for a bit more, then we wash up, get into something comfortable and i order our favorite while you pick out a comforting movie?“, yunho asks with a soothing voice, playing with your fingers absentmindedly. you nodded in response, a shy smile grazing your features, before you guys get back into conversation about nothing particular, sharing love confessions, laughter and mindless kisses surrounded by bubbles and sweet lavender air.

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez smut #jeong yunho #jeong yunho x reader #yunho x reader #jeong yunho smut #yunho smut #kpop fanfic #kpop x reader #ateez x reader #kpop smut #ft-3racha‘s ask

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 7 months

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[10:13 pm]

(POOKIE PROPAGANDA!!! Anyway,, cw: this is mostly humor, with a weird smidge of angst)

Situationship!Jaehyun wishes he could focus on the show playing on his laptop. He was in the perfect position to lay back and relax after a long week. He was under his warmest blanket, laying in bed, and had you laying right beside him. He was big spoon as was his usual position when it came to cuddling. However, he wishes he could just put a stop to the constant repetition of the same song playing over and over again kissin’ I hope they caught us, kissin’ I hope they caught us. It was getting on his last nerve. That song paired with your excited giggles were driving him crazy knowing that it was some type of edit. You shouldn’t be looking at anyone else while cuddling with him!

He tried to peek over your shoulder, his show no longer keeping his interest while his curiosity (jealousy) was gnawing at his brain, but you were so curled in on yourself and covered with blankets that he couldn’t see anything. “I’m noticing that the edits are changing,” he heard a man say before Agora Hills started up again. He could confidently say that about 20 minutes ago he had nothing against Doja Cat, but now he could say he hated her. He had nothing against her beside the fact that her song was driving him up the wall.

And really he should have been grateful, the song was better than hearing the guy talk for a whole minute flirting at the camera, ugh how cringe. “Pookie” this and “Pookie” that and “Pookie, Pookie, Pookeh!” Jaehyun had had enough. He wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you impossibly closer, “What are you watching baby?”

You hummed before giggling at the video playing on your phone, “my husband.”

Jaehyun froze, his blood ran cold, he tightened his hold, “Who?”

You turned to face Jaehyun slightly, revealing a guy sitting in his car talking to his phone like a total loser, “Big Pookie.”

“Why are you saying all these names like I’m supposed to know who it is?”

“You don’t know Girl Dinner? Pray Pray?” You asked, Jaehyun shook his head, “God, I forget your for you page is aggressively male. You don’t know Prayag?”

“Why would I know him?”

“Because he’s an icon. Here, you have to have seen this,” you reply before pulling up a video where “Big Pookie” waves his hands and shakes his shoulders.

Jaehyun scoffs with an eye roll, “I can do that,” before he sits up and starts doing the most horrendous shimmy and pointing you have ever seen. He smirks, clearly thinking he’s just done something to drive you wild with lust, “does that make you want on your real man now?”

Your mouth closes to a flat line, “You’re not my anything.”

Then you turn over to face away from him again. He quickly turns you around to face him before the man in his car can recapture your attention. “Why would you be laying in my bed if we weren’t anything?”

You shrug, avoiding his gaze with a sudden shyness, “You never liked it when I called you my boyfriend before. You just ask me to come over and do all these relationship things without the commitment and I go along because I like you. I don’t want to lose you so I just go along.”

Jaehyun can feel his heart drop to the pit of his stomach, “I’m sorry I ever made you feel like that. I should have made my feelings more clear. I was an ass when we first started seeing each other, but if I’m being honest I thought that we’d been official for at least 3 months.”

Your jaw drops yet again, “When did you act any differently?”

“I thought me cooking your favorite meal over a candlelit dinner when I gave you that necklace was the turning point,” Jaehyun replies, playing with the chain around your neck with a very poorly concealed smirk.

You bury your face in his chest and groan out of embarrassment, “I could have been calling you my boyfriend this whole time!”

“Glad we cleared that up, can we watch the show again?” Jaehyun asks, saving you from more embarrassment.

You quickly roll over, facing the screen and Jaehyun feels a sense of ease and calm. Finally, he can relax. Until a few mainutes later when he hears your gasp and “Pookie, I don’t know whose hair this is.”

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prettyinpurplelights · 1 year

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kylian mbappe headcanons on what it would be like to date him?

Dating Kylian

(speaking from first hand experience of course 🤭) (Also i literally cant help myself i had to do a “how did you start dating”)

You meet Kylian at your distant cousin’s wedding, you weren’t even supposed to be there, but your mum had come down with something last minute and forced you to attend in her place

You’re at the bar at the reception with a caramel apple martini mocktail planning your escape when a handsome guy comes up to the bar orders the exact same drink

“I think you’re the first guy today to order that.” You say as he’s about to leave

He turns to you with a raised eyebrow

god he’s so handsome

“Not a dark liquor type of guy?” You ask

“Ew” He scrunches his face. “Definitely not, I like sweet things.”

“Ditto.” You raise your glass at him, nodding

And with that interaction, you find yourself in his car 30 minutes later headed back to the city, which is a whole 3 hour drive

He’d also been looking for an excuse to leave so he offered you a ride

You didn’t know this man or why he was being so generous but you were so desperate to get out, you hated weddings, especially when you know almost no one, so you took him up on it

Off topic: Mbappe driving…🧎‍♀️

You figure out who he was 2 hours into the drive when “Ramenez a la coupe de la maison” blares out through the speaker and you gasp so loudly when you realise he laughs

“My brother is going to lose his SHIT when he finds out THEE Mbappe drove me home.”

“Give me your phone.” He says when you finally reach your apartment. He punches his number into it

“Proof for your brother.” He winks, and suddenly you feel shy under his gaze

Fast forward to 4 days later and Mbappe is definitely sure you’re ghosting him

He’s venting to Neymar who just laughs at him because finally Kylian couldn’t bag a chick he wanted and Achraf being the voice of reason saying perhaps you were busy

It’s not for another week until he gets a text from you

“It’s Y/N’s brother. Prove you’re Mbappe and call her.”

He wastes no time ringing and the first thing he sees is you screaming at your brother to give the phone back

“Holy shit Y/N, you weren’t lying.” Your brother says

“You owe me 20 euros, dickhead.” Your face comes into view and you’re flushed and looking frustrated

“Hi.” You say to him. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Kylian laughs. “I’m glad your brother called, it’s nice to see you again.”

“Oh.” You blush

2 weeks later you’re going on your first date and for some reason Kylian is nervous

Kylian is confident, he knows what he wants and how to get it, never sweaty, never shy, never nervous but for some reason he wanted to impress you so much he works himself up over it

He picks you up with a bouquet of roses in his sweaty hand and you greet him with a kiss on the cheek which drives him slightly insane

Your date goes very well and you have another, and another and before you know it you’re his girlfriend

OKAY NOW TO THE DATING AKSHJSKSJS SORRY

KYLIAN IS A GOLDEN RETRIEVER/SUNSHINE BOYFRIEND AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL (my king of aeygo 🫶🏿)

Whenever you hang out at his or your place he’s basically on your leg like a koala

You can’t leave or enter the room without giving him a kiss first or he’ll pout and whine until you do

He absolutely loves cuddling, he’s the big spoon always (Alexa play cuffing season by sza)

Hugs from behind >>> he’ll just randomly wrap his arms around your waist and place his chin in the crook of your neck or pepper kisses across your neck instead

He also likes lying his head on your lap so you can give him head massages, he’s loves them a lot

Kylian spoils you way too much

“Hey babe remember that necklace we saw last week in the window you said you liked”

“Kylian that was just a passing comment please don’t tell me you-“

And he always presents the gifts with the cutest smile on his face, both his dimples shining so you can’t be mad at him

He knows you can’t be mad at him when he smiles like that and you know he won’t return anything you ask him to

He’s even worse on your birthday and valentine’s

You absolutely don’t know how he rents out the entire louvre for your first valentine’s together but he somehow does

“Baby, I’m Kylian Mbappe.”

Cocky little shit.

It’s the best date you’ve ever had, a candlelit picnic set up on the floor of the museum

You both hate fancy dinners however so your regular dates are always fun things like amusement parks, or roller skating, visiting new cities when he has the time and arcades

He’s a TERRIBLE loser btw kylian absolutely does not like to lose grumpy boy

You kicked his ass at fifa once and he gave you the silent treatment for a few hours

It never lasts longer than that because he’s missing you then he’s all over you again

Kylian loves kissing you, ik that boy is a phenomenal kisser i know it

Horny as fuck too.

He cannot keep his hands to himself however hard he tries, especially in public when you’re trying to not look obvious

He’ll put his hand in your back pocket, he’ll pull you into an alley and kiss you senseless, he’ll whisper in your ear for absolutely no reason because he likes seeing you hot and bothered

Your relationship is still private so he makes sure he pays you a lot of attention behind closed doors

He always makes sure you’re pleased first, he loves the way you moan his name and the sounds you make

Your lucky day is anytime he scores a hatrick, he makes sure you reach at least 7 big O’s in honour of his jersey number

You in his jersey - drives him CRAZY

You wearing his clothes in general, his favourite thing to see, especially first thing in the morning

You don’t argue a lot, but it happens, and you’re both stubborn af

He’s always the first to apologise though, especially if it’s when he’s come from a bad game or training session and that’s what causes the argument

As mentioned, Kylian doesn’t take loses very well, and sometimes he takes it out on you, but he doesn’t mean to

You do your best to be there for him in those times

There was a particularly bad argument because of a tabloid post and you went 4 days without a word to each other and he thought he was going to die

The make up sex is- *call drops*

He always holds you extra tight after

Your family absolutely love him, your mum especially

“You and Kylian are coming over this weekend? Is his favourite food still _____? I must go shopping.”

He always gifts your brother tickets to his games, you’ve gone a couple of times together and Kylian will always look up in the stands for you with a smile

Of course no one knows who he’s looking for

Until they do

The day your relationship is leaked was probably the worst day of your life, you had to take a few days off work because the paps wouldn’t leave you alone it was an absolute nightmare

Kylian was there for you the whole time, assuring you, loving you, making sure you knew he wasn’t going anywhere

Once the media moved onto someone else, the relief of not having to hide anymore felt great

Especially for Kylian because he could now hold you hand and kiss you wherever he wanted, which he made sure he definitely did

He’s not possessive but he’s absolutely jealous, he knows you’re stunning and people look at you whenever you’re out

Makes a point of PDA when he notices someone staring

“Kyky they’re probably staring at you, not me.”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

Now you’re in public relationship, you can sit with the other wags at his games so he know exactly where to find you when he wants to dedicate a goal to you

Champions league games and international friendlies are the worst when he had to travel and you can’t always go with him

He’d always call you before the game, he claims you’re his “porte bonheur” (good luck charm) or something of the sort

He comes straight to your apartment from the airport every time

His favourite days are lazy mornings with you when he doesn’t have training

He likes to cook for you sometimes, but he mostly steers clear of the kitchen

Especially after the time he almost burnt it down trying to make tacos

Also boy can he eat

You’re both big foodies, you have a spontaneous date night every week where you pick random restaurants or food truck places to try out

You’re sat on a bench at 11pm, 6 months into the two of you dating, with mouthfuls of food from a place you’d seen on tiktok when he asks you to move him with him

You’re hesitant at first because you do enjoy having your own space but you agree to it, you were over there a lot anyways, would be easier

And he said you can convert one of the spare bedrooms into your own safe space

Kylian is a huge romantic, corny too so he’ll leave little notes around the house for you

“You’re the straw to my berry” you find this in the fruit bowl

“You’re so sweet, I get a toothache just looking at you.” this was on the mirror above your bathroom sink

Stupid nicknames

“Kyks if you call me “your little avocado” or “your cheeky cotton bud” one more time, I’m calling you Donatello next time we have sex.”

He sticks to ma cherie or mon amour from then on

Living together means domestic things like cooking together and negatives like Kylian stealing your skin care products

And he absolutely has to do a face mask also everytime you do one

“Kylian this shit isn’t cheap keep your hands off!”

Next time you open your bathroom cabinet, there’s 6 of every product with a note: “I know something else that would be great for your skin, I’ll show you tonight.”

You’re very glad that night Kylian’s apartment is sound proof

Movie marathons together

Marvel and Disney especially, he’s team Iron Man 👎🏿

You absolutely cannot stand horror movies, but he loves them, you think it’s mostly because you always end up in his arms with your face in his neck to avoid watching them

Becoming really close with the other wags, especially Achraf’s wife Hiba, she becomes like a sister to you

Joking Kylian and Achraf were going to leave the two of you for each other

You and Kylian going to support Ethan at his games and babysitting his neice and nephew, he loves seeing you with him

So much so he asks you one night how you feel about having kids with him

“NOW??”

“Of course not now Y/N. Just at some point.”

You say yes

So he proposes 2 months later, he doesn’t care you’re young or have only been dating 15 months, he loves you and can’t see himself with anyone else

You say yes

2 years after your wedding you welcome your first child together, a baby girl the spitting image of Kylian and he’s never felt so content with life and how everything has turned out for him

——-

I hope this is okay 😭 I’m terrible with headcanons bc i always end up wanting to just write a fully fledged fic instead 😵‍💫

#football fanfic #mbappe fanfic #mbappe #kylian mbappe fluff #kylian mbappe fanfic #kylian mbappe #mbappé #kylian mbappé #kylian mbappe fic #kylian mbappe x you #kylian mbappe x reader #mbappe x reader #mbappe fic #mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe imagine #football imagine #footballer x reader

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vylad243 · 2 months

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Have some random headcanons

● My Vaggie & my Vox would totally handshake and agree on one thing

Hating themselves

Charlie and Alastor are only a little stressed over it

● Husk one time spent 3 hours telling Alastor that he doesn't have a crush on Angel and Alastor just said 'Your soul disagrees' and sent Husk into a spiral of "Why the fuck is he stalking my soul?" And "why is my soul betraying me?"

● Charlie and Alastor wear heels because their hooves inconvenience them and it works out well for them

● Lucifer forgets he has hooves because he hasn't taken his shoes off since his wife left him. Depression is a bitch. Once he finally took them off in the hotel he freaked out because "Oh shit, I have those!"

● Velvette taught Niffty how to blackmail after Vox and Alastor said she couldn't have an extra cookie

● Vox has grounded Velvette

● Vark has a nick in his tail from his fight with Alastor

● Alastor is colourblind

● Vox used to only see in black and white until he upgraded his head

● Emily doesn't have an angel form anymore but does have a demontic form

● Angel and Cherri have placed bets on different things around the hotel about everyone's relationships

● When Alastor finally remade his red staff, he carried it around for a solid month and refused to put it down

● Yes Vox had to sleep with the red mic.

● the mic bullied Vox for a about 20 minutes before it was lectured and told that Vox and Alastor were dating

● Charlie decided to mimic Alastor's idea and made a necklace for Vaggie

● Vaggie also made one for Charlie

● Cherri got something in her eye, and it was stuck in there for 30 minutes, and she almost cried

● Vox accidentally set the kitchen on fire and got banned from cooking and baking

● Angel recorded Vox setting the kitchen on fire

● Velvette uploaded the video to Vox's Voxstagram

● He hasn't been able to live it down

● Alastor taught Emily how to cook and bake

● Emily cut her hair short after she fell because she wanted a 'new beginning'

● Emily is scared of the dark

● Vox sometimes stands outside during the acid rain storms to absorb any electricity, and if people get too close, he lights up the whole sky with electricity

● Bee keeps crashing at the hotel and pulling pranks on Vox

● Everyone has been unsuccessful in stopping her

● whenever the power goes out, they flock to Vox and Bee because they glow

● Lucifer once tripped over nothing and fell on his face

● Bee and Lucifer talk about what heaven was like before they fell. Sometimes Emily joins in

#hazbin hotel #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #radiostatic #a month in rut #hazbin hotel charlie #vaggie hazbin hotel #chaggie #hazbin hotel beelzebub #hazbin hotel husk #angel dust #emily hazbin hotel #huskerdust #hazbin hotel velvette #cherri bomb #headcanons #hazbin hotel headcanon #vylad's random headcanons #hazbin hotel lucifer

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beansnsoup · 11 months

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hii -🍄

can i request a Reader x Fred Weasley

after a tiring week, on his break they plan to spend time together but something happens at the reader's work (maybe in her own store) and now Fred is a needy mess and impatient for cuddles

when she solves the problem (it didn't take long but I'm sure Fred would scoff that she left him for hours) they just hug and piss each other off

just fluff funny and more fluff fluff pleasee

Fred is so bbg

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All Love No Jokes

Summary: Diagon Alley has been very busy the past week or two, and it's caused you and your boyfriend Fred to not have a lot of time to yourselves.

Relationship: Romantic

Character: Fred Weasley

Warnings: fem reader, clingy partner??, fluff

"Thank you, please come again!" You say, handing them their bag. They smile at you, waving food bye as they take the bag.

After the customer leaves, you watch more come into the already packed store. You let out a sigh, you haven't seen your boyfriend, Fred, it days.

He and his brother, George, own the joke shop 2 doors down from yours. The three of you met when they first started setting up the shop after they bought it, and you and Fred had an instant connection.

Recently though the stores have been so packed either of you haven't been able to find the time see eachother.

The holidays were just around the corner, so family and friends were scavenging for the perfect gifts. This is the second most busiest time of the year. It's a close runner-up to back to school shopping.

You hear the door ring as it opens, but ignore it since the grandmother is taking forever to choose a gift, so she's been talking to you for the past 20 minutes to help her pick one.

You finally just convince the lady to pick out the necklace from your sister's jewelry line since not a lot of people have been purchasing from her lately.

You check her out and rub your eyes out of frustration. The people piling up in the shop are causing the volume to rise gradually.

"You're a very amazing businesswoman." You hear a familiar voice call out. You turn around to find Fred.

"When did you get in here?" You ask him as he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you closer.

"I squeezed in when you looked like you were going to rip your hair out because of that old lady."

You laughed, "Yeah, but she was really sweet. There's just a lot going on in the store today."

"You should close early, and we'll make a night of it, George will cover for me."

"As good as that sounds, this is the most money I've made in a while, I need this."

He sulks, "Okay love, just so you know, I'll be back at your closing time."

You smile at him as his grasp loosens, "Okay."

He makes his way to the door and sends you a small finger wave. When the door shuts, you suddenly feel empty, and you also find yourself looking at the clock every time you aren't helping a customer.

"Just these, please." You hear someone say thag knocks you away from your trance. You smile at them and start to add up and bagging the items.

The whole situation seems like a blur due to you trying to listen to the ticks of the clock and count them as they go.

Once you finally get the last group of customers out and the clock strikes 6 you lock the door up and run to the back door, swinging it open.

"Well, it's nice to see you too, love." Fred says, you smile at him and pull him in for a kiss. You lead him in, locking the door behind the both of you.

Soon enough, the two of you are in the flat above your shop. "Today was wild, I had a woman yell at me because one of the candles I was selling wasn't a color she liked." You started.

Fred laughed at this, "Well, George got slapped by a 12 year old boy because he couldn't get Puking Pastilles for free."

You laughed at this while he wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into your neck, "You okay?" You ask him.

"Yea, just a long day and I missed you."

"I missed you too, I'm contemplating closing the shop tomorrow or the day after to catch a break."

"That'd be nice. We could finally get some alone time." He said, wiggling his eyebrows.

You cringe and nudge him off you, which is followed by a groan from him. You knew he had a thing for physical touch, and you had a thing for egging it on.

He rubbed your shoulder with his thumb, grazing it up and down. "I missed you."

"I missed you more."

"Wrong, because I missed you most."

I LOVE FRED WEASLEY SM

"Don't start with me."

#harry potter #fred weasly x reader #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #fred weasley x fem!reader

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aaakikoo · 1 year

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RANDOM BAKUGOU KATSUKI SCENARIOS

1. WHEN YOU’VE BEEN WAITING FOR HIM

It is a winter day in the middle of January. It was 19:30 and your boyfriend would be just now leaving his agency. Today is your first date with your boyfriend since almost two months. You two had been busy with lots of hero work. So today was a break for the two of you.

You wore a white puffer jacket, and white boots that were hidden under your baggy blue jeans, a thick white scarf and ear muffs on. Katsuki had texted you to meet him at an entrance of a park that was near his agency.

You had been caught up by making yourself look all cute for him, wore the golden necklace with ‘k’ on, gold hoops and bunch of rings. You even did your make up carefully. Conclusion, you left late, 19:45, when he had asked you to meet him by 20:00.

So you ran and ran on the way there, you arrived around five minutes late and waited for him at the entrance. You looked at the watch on your wrist to see that it ticked 20:15. Did he leave? You sat down and decided to wait a little more. 20:20..20:25 and then you were mad, you searched for your phone to see that it was gone. You felt your heart drop as you tried to find a possibility of where you had dropped it.

You probably dropped it while running all the way here. You looked at your watch to see that it now was 20:30. You felt tears in your eyes for some reason. As you got up to leave you heard your boyfriends voice. “Y/N!” He said as he ran towards you.

It was snowing now. “Y/n…sorry I was late.” He said as he was breathing heavily. “Katsuki!” You said angrily and hit his chest. “Do you know how long I waited??” You asked him angrily once again. “I’ve been here for 30 minutes! You made me run here and you end up being late!” You said as you started crying.

“I-I’m sorry, They kept me for extra long because of a meeting.” He said as he held your shoulders. “I’m sorry for making you cry.” He said as he smiled at you. “Cmon let’s go.” He once again said as he reached for your hand.

“Katsuki.” You said, as he bummed in reply. “I-I lost my phone..” you said as you looked at him. “You what? How?” He questioned in confusion. “It probably fell out of my jacket as I was running here.” You answered as you sort of yelled out the last part.

“I’ll track it don’t worry.” He said as he sat in the car. “What do you mean you’ll track my phone? Do you always track me?” Silence.

You found your phone after the date.

2. WHEN HE WINS IN CHESS

“Katsuki!! It’s not fair!” You said very very irritated. “Alright pack the chess set, I’m tired.” He said confidently. You almost felt humiliated by his words. “One more round! Please babe!” You begged him with eyes closed. “Alright I’ll teach you some tricks.” He said as he flashed a grin.

“See how this bishop moved? Move this pawn to block it.”

“See now you’ve created a battery, by moving the knight he’s protecting the queen.”

“Don’t take this pawn, if you take it, you’ll loose your rook.”

“No he doesn’t move diagonally only the bishop and queen can move diagonally.”

“See now it’s checkmate.”

“Thanks katsuki!” You thanked him as you smiled, you felt more confident now. “Can we play one last round? Please!!” You asked him and he knew he had to say yes to this. “Alright.”

He ended up checkmating himself on purpose to make you happy.

3. WHEN YOURE TOO NERVOUS TO MEET HIS PARENTS

Today you were meeting your boyfriends parents and you’ve been stressing the whole week. What should you wear? What perfume should you wear? What gift do you bring? What to do at all?

Katsuki tried to ease your nervousness by telling you that it isn’t deep, and it should be fine. It’s easy for him to say because these are his parents. They’ll always like their son, but you have to make them like you, or else, you don’t know if you and Bakugou can have a future.

“Y/n hurry!” Katsuki said as he walked inside your bedroom. “Wait idiot! I’m doing my hair.” You tried to brush him off a little. He ended up dragging you to the car.

Once the two of you at his family house you made multiple self notes.

DONT be yourself too much

Compliment Bakugou

Laugh at his dads joke

Compliment his moms cooking

Act lovey dovey

None of that ended up happening, because the second you walked in his mom showered you with compliments. His parents weren’t how you expected, but better than expected.

They were both super nice and you think you made an amazing impression on them both. They both teased you and Katsuki on certain topics, over all the visit went 10/10.

When you and Katsuki left and got into the car he said, “I’m pretty sure they love you more than they love me now.”

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sanjisboyfie · 7 months

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๑ keep safe : wings that made [name] fly (19)

one piece x male reader

and i said, "do you wanna dance?

do you wanna dance? do you wanna dance,

dance at the back of the hall?"

『 prev 』

tw: gore, very brutal (but not too descriptive) torture...i think that's it

[name] walked away from the fight, the dagger of kosuke’s still gripped in his hand. his hand was dripping from blood, as was the weapon, but it wasn’t [name]’s. a whole mess had been made on the street.

buildings had blood splattered on them, the dirt beneath [name]’s feet was seeping with the liquid, pools of it surrounding him. but none of it was [name]’s.

in his other hand, he held the decapitated head of kosuke by his hair.

“what a troublesome guy,” [name] sighed, looking at the head and throwing it into an alleyway, “put me off from chasing after vivi, the bastard.”

for a moment, [name] debated going into the alleyway and kicking the skull of the head in, just to release his frustration. but he decided against it since it’d only be a bigger waste of time.

20 minutes before — after kosuke had broken the news to [name], he was confident he’d have been able to use that to his advantage.

and his eyes were gleaming at the opportunity, [name] standing completely still — obviously out of it — making himseld to be the perfect target. plus the bastard still had his dagger in his hands so kosuke was eager to finish this interaction off quickly

“now die and meet him in hell!!”

he equipped himself with his rifle and had his finger already on the trigger, a second away from setting it off. but he stopped when he suddenly felt wind breeze past his cheek. and [name] disappeared from his sights.

“what a shit joke that was,” [name] said in a dry voice, eyes darkened as he glared at kosuke from the corner of his eye. “look what you’ve done, you’d just lost yourself a leg.”

in a second, the body collapsed onto the ground and kosuke was shrieking in pain. where his left leg was supposed to be was completely missing. blood pooled beneath his body, staining his clothing and face. he was still screaming in pain.

“what’s your deal with wanting to disable yourself? losing an eye and ear first, now a leg. you’ve got to get better at this shit, kosuke,” [name] said, mercilessly stepping on the thigh, right above the cut off.

“he’s dead! he’s dead, i saw him!! the sand swallowed him up and even before that his body was completely dried up!” kosuke shouted with all his energy, “crocodile ended him!”

[name] sighed, simply not believing it. he felt angry the first time kosuke broke the news to him, but then he thought rationally. there’d be no way luffy would die, not when he had to become king of pirates anyway. but he was still angry over the fact kosuke said something as outrageous as that.

“before i kill you,” [name] said, sitting down next to kosuke’s writhing body. with a wave of his hand and pushing the air forward, the body of his past colleague lifted into the air and was pressed against the stone building behind him. cracks formed in the building behind his body.

[name] looked onward with a bored expression, keeping his palm outstretched to keep him in place.

“what’s this killing squad you speak of? who’s running it?” [name] asked, ignoring the cries of the man in front of him. “who else is apart of it?”

“oh, it’s all familiar faces, trust me,” kosuke said with a grin, spitting out blood and making it splatter across [name]’s face. “everyone misses you, [name], if you’d just come back-”

[name] rolled his eyes, getting tired of the soon-to-be dead man’s rambling, “like i give a shit.”

“you underestimate us. what we can do,” kosuke’s eyes glinted, a smirk on his lips, “you think we’re stupid?! i figured it out just now, that necklace you have on is the key to it all, isn’t it? once the others put two and two together, it’ll be free game in capturing you. it’s only a matter of time!”

“shut the hell up,” [name] sighed, putting one of his fingers down. “i’m losing my patience! just answer the original question, dumbass!”

the motion made kosuke’s left arm bend backwards, effectively breaking the bone and making it peak out of the flesh. another shout of pain, beggings for mercy were heard, but all ignored.

“it’s obviously the fucking world government, who else would be wanting you dead so badly?!”

“i got an idea…but thanks for confirming it’s not them,” [name] drawled, looking at the dagger in interest, “did smoker tell you then? that i was in alabasta?”

kosuke’s eyebrows furrowed, “no, it was crocodile, he’s still apart of the government to some extent,” more blood was spat out of his mouth and onto [name], which made the man grit his teeth in annoyance.

“so the warlords are in on it?”

“they're not supposed to be — but crocodile has his way of getting information i suppose, the scummy bastard. if he has information, the other 6 probably do as well…”

he swiped the blood away from his face, “what do they plan on doing if they catch me?”

“killing you, of course! once you’re dead, they’ll be able to properly regain back that body of yours — it’s more important than your actual life,” kosuke replied.

“hm, that pissed me off,” [name] hummed in thought, lowering another finger and breaking another one of kosuke’s limbs. “actually, i’m bored now…” he lowered all of his fingers, but one and grinned as he saw the man’s eye roll to the back of his head.

his middle finger was proudly being shown off to kosuke.

“we’re…gonna get you,” kosuke breathed out, seemingly spending all of his energy on his last words, “if it’s not me, it’s gonna be one of the others,”

“yeah, i hope they’re stronger than you because this shit is pathetic, i can’t lie,” [name] sighed, resting his chin on his palm as he looked at kosuke’s deformed figure.

“and you know, if we don’t catch you, we’re gonna catch that shit crew you’re sailing with,” kosuke smirked, knowing that that would hit [name]’s nerve, “we know everything about them, if we can’t get to you, we’ll get them!! and when we do, they’ll be nothing but bloodied bodie-”

[name] slammed his fist into the ground, stood up, and cleanly cut off kosuke’s head. before the government dog could even finish his sentence, his head was flying off.

“fucker didn’t stand a chance, hehe,” [name] sighed, picking up the head and tossing it up in the air several times, as if it were a ball.

he wiped the blood off of his face, gritting his teeth as he saw that it had gotten all over his clothes as well, “he made more of a mess than i'd thought. talking all that shit and he can’t even properly fight back,”

back to present — [name] was running to the palace, taking care of anyone that got in his way by slicing them down (not actually killing them, just hitting them hard with the sheathe of his sword). when he reached the square, it was all basically a dust cloud due to the aggressive attacks from both the royal and rebel army.

“ah, there’s [name]!!”

he stopped in his tracks, whipping his head around every which way to find out who it was that yelled for him. when he caught sight of a familiar head of orange hair, his face brightened up instantly.

but as he ran towards them, he began hearing their screams.

“who the hell is that murderer?!”

“he’s got blood all over him!! quick, usopp deal with him!”

“hell no! i’m all bandaged up, i can’t even move!!”

[name]’s eyes turned from showing happiness to anger and annoyance, “quit yelling your heads off, it’s just me!!”

“[name], it’s so good to know that you’re alright,” vivi said, hesitantly walking over to him. the amount of blood covering his person seemed to concern all of them. the princess thought it was his whilst the other three (chopper, usopp, and nami) all thought it was just terrifying.

“it’s not mine, don’t worry,” he said gently, waving his hand.

“that’s even more worrying!!” usopp and nami shouted in fear, tears going down their cheeks, “who the hell did you have to fight?!”

“some guy, don’t worry about it,” [name] said, shaking his head, “but what’s going on? what did i miss? where’s crocodile?”

remembering what kosuke had said about luffy being killed, [name] wanted to give the warlord a beating himself. he knew luffy wasn’t dead, there’s no way he’d go down so easily. but to think of how badly crocodile had probably injured him was enough to make his blood boil.

“crocodile…he’s,” vivi took in a deep breath, trying to calm herself so she could speak clearly, “no! that’s not what we need to worry about right now!”

[name] blinked in surprise at the sudden outburst, “what?”

“we were all about to split up, there’s a cannoneer who is looking to blow up the entire plaza as well as anything in a 5km radius! zoro and sanji went ahead, we need to move now!” nami shouted in urgency, making [name]’s expression turn into one of shock.

”5km radius?! we’re all gonna die!!” he screamed out, hands squishing his cheeks in shock.

nami and usopp hit him down on the head, “that’s our line!!!”

“what are we going to do?!”

“search for it, obviously, let’s go!!” nami shouted, grabbing [name] by his longer hair and tugging him harshly to come with her, “you need to carry me, i can’t run!”

“liar!” usopp and chopper said, but were surprised to see [name] obediently get on his knees and show her his back to climb on.

“hurry up,” he commanded, easily taking her weight on his back and running forward, “how much time do we have?!”

“only 10 minutes, now go!” she commanded and pointed forward.

he grunted, holding onto her legs tightly as he ran forward. the others followed running in other directions, as well.

“if they’re shooting a cannon to target the whole square, they’re probably high up!” he shouted to nami over his shoulder, “look up, nami! and scan the buildings!”

“alright, just keep running! and try running more smoothly!” she scolded, making him glare at her.

”you should run then if you have such a problem with this!!” he shot back, looking ahead and at any of the buildings.

he tried finding any that were holding anyone inside of them, but all he found were abandoned buildings.

“[name], there’s someone chasing us!!” nami shouted, holding onto his neck tightly.

“can’t you take care of them, i’m occupied!” [name] said in annoyance, but as she tightened her arms’ grip on his neck he was forced to act on her command or else she’d choke the life out of him. “fucks’ sake!!”

he skidded to a stop, turning around and slicing them with the dagger on his hip. nami shouted at his aggressive movement, but he didn’t pay her any mind. the grip he had on her thigh tightened to make sure she didn’t fall, but other than that, he was efficient enough in just using one hand.

“get them, [name], get them!!!” she shouted in support, punching her fists in the air.

he was going to scold her for not even helping during their battle, but decided to bite his tongue. in a matter of seconds, he took care of them, anyway.

“did you really not see any buildings, nami?” he asked, running ahead and leaving the defeated men behind.

“if i did, i would’ve told you by now!!” she replied back in frustration, hitting him several times on the head, “idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot!!” each time the word left her lips, she had hit him.

“you can’t be serious!! stop hitting me!!”

the two were bickering. [name] running at a consistent pace as he tired to cover as much ground as possible. the minutes were ticking by and they were beginning to get restless.

”hold on,” he said to nami, making her tighten her hold on him. he jumped up, using his hands to claw into the sides of the buildings and scaled them upwards. she was screeching in his ear the entire time, almost choking him to the point of him passing out, but thankfully — they were able to reach a roof of the building before that happened.

“now from this view, it should be easier to find something,” he said, running on the roof and jumping from rooftop to rooftop.

he cursed in annoyance as nothing was catching his eye. they only had a couple of minutes left. out of nowhere, a red flare was shot into the air and made them whip their heads around.

“usopp! go there, he must’ve found it!!”

[name] complied easily and rushed forward to go back to where the flare was shot from. they rejoined with vivi, chopper, and usopp, with [name] still holding nami as they talked in a circle of what they found.

“you’re sure its there?” [name] asked, looking at the clock to see how many minutes they had left and also in wonderment on if vivi’s assumption was correct.

she had come to the conclusion that the only place the cannon could be hidden would be the clock tower. both for how big it was and also because of how it overlooked the square perfectly.

“then we need to get up there right now!” [name] said, looking around in search of their two other missing crewmates, “where are those idiots?!”

“hah?! who are you calling an idiot?!” sanji said, poking his head out of the second story of the building.

“did you really call me an idiot?! grouping me together with that stupid cook!?” zoro said in aggravation.

[name] ignored their cries, trying to think of how they’d be able to get up there in time. and his face brightened up the moment he conjured a good enough plan.

“usopp, chopper, vivi, stand on top of each other, now!” he shouted, urgent in getting them to the top of the building, “nami, use that new clima stick,”

“it’s called clima takt!!” usopp and nami shouted out for their own pride.

“whatever it is! use it to generate a wind going up!” [name] pushed everyone in position, getting on top of chopper’s back and staying behind vivi. “sanji, zoro, please tell me you have half a brain to understand what i’m insinuating!!”

“it’s a shit idea!” zoro cried out at the top.

“it’s the only one we can work with!!” [name] shot back, looking to nami and nodding his head, “no time to waste let’s go,”

she gulped and nodded, following his orders and setting loose a direct wind stream to go underneath them and boost them upwards. usopp cried out, for whatever reason, and they were all being launched into the air.

sanji had jumped in time with them, kicking them up to zoro with his right leg. [name] held onto chopper for dear life, not expecting the kick to have that much power.

when he saw zoro prepared to send them flying upwards with his swords, he shouted, “put your back into it, idiot swordsman!!”

“don’t call me that, bastard!” zoro cursed, crossing his swords over one another and sending the three of them into the air.

from there, [name] grabbed ahold of vivi and allowed chopper to grasp onto the both of them with his large hands. the two were sent launched up into the air, [name] having his eyes trained in on the cannon that was hidden in the tower.

he pushed vivi forward, seeing as she was prepared to deal with the baroque workers inside. and he ignored their cries and instead focused on the fuse that was burning closer and closer to the cannon.

he flicked the top of his water jug open and quickly directed a splash of water to end the fuse, sighing in relief when he saw that the flame died down. just as he and vivi were about to rejoice and announce to the rest of the crew that they had stopped the bomb, there was a ticking noise that could be heard.

he stilled where he stood, his eyes scanning the room from where it could be coming from before he realized it was coming from inside of the cannon.

”you’re fucking with me…” he breathed out as he and vivi walked around the front of the cannon.

and right in front of them was the gigantic cannon that was strapped with a timed device. the fact they went through all that effort to get the cannon to stop itself from setting off meant nothing.

vivi was already crying beside him. and he pushed back the urge to comfort her, too busy trying to think of how they could stop the bomb from going off.

the only choice was something completely self-sacrificial.

but it seemed a ray of hope had shined down on them.

standing at the circular opening of the clock tower was pell, a guardian of alabasta. he smiled at vivi to ease her worries and just as he was about to turn into his devil fruit, a falcon, [name] stepped in front of him.

“you’ll die,” he said to the guard, moving ahead of him and picking up the bomb with his bare hands. “let’s go together, i’ll ensure we survive,”

“no, no, no!!” vivi cried out, slamming her hands into both [name] and pell’s chests, “there has to be another way!!”

[name] and pell moved in silence, the guardian accepting his offer wordlessly. the look of seriousness in [name]'s eyes was something he couldn't ignore. the guard watched as [name] picked the bomb up with his hands, supporting it with his shoulder over his head. then he transformed using his devil fruit, grunting when he felt the immense weight come onto his shoulders.

and with one final smile and wave to vivi, [name] and pell flew into the cloudy sky.

“y’know, i’ve always wanted to fly,” [name] said, breaking the silence. “what’s your name?”

“pell.” was the simple, quick reply.

[name] looked at the square below him, a smile on his face as he felt the wind beating into his skin. everything became so quiet so fast.

“so this is what it’s like to fly,” he said to himself. then he looked to the sky and stared at the sun with squinted eyes, “would you look at that, huh? the wings you gave me really did work!!”

pell looked up at [name] from the corner of his eye, wondering what on earth he was talking about. but then his eyes widened and the flapping of his wings almost stilled when he saw what [name] was doing.

the bomb was set to explode any second. and [name] was standing tall and upright on pell’s shoulders, balancing the bomb on his back.

“sorry, pell,” [name] breathed out, “but…i’ll just assume you’ll thank me later,”

the guard looked at [name] in confusion before water was splashed on his face. in an instant, his wings turned into his regular arms, his face formed back to the humanoid features, and his body began to shift into his normal form.

“i was gonna use that on crocodile,” [name] said, pocketing the clear tube of salt water, “but luffy’s got that taken care of,”

“what are you doing?!” pell desperately tried wiping the water off from his face and transforming back into a falcon, but it seemed that none of his efforts were working.

“no time to waste explaining, see you!!” [name] grinned, using geppo to get farther and farther away from the guard.

an unfamiliar humming rang in pell’s ears and it almost had him in a trance.

it was a soothing song. he had only heard it for a couple of brief seconds before the sound was immediately overtaken by the earth shattering sound of the bomb going off.

pell covered his eyes at the bright explosion before he stiffened up in trying to find [name]’s body.

right before the explosion, [name] had gotten as high up as he could. and he saw that the timer was just about done, only two seconds left, and with all the strength he could muster he had thrown it into the air.

“sorry,” he said to the sun once more, a sheepish grin on his face, “close your eyes or else it might hurt your vision,” he spoke to the sun, his arms outstretched as he welcomed the feeling of falling.

the tattoo on his back, of the wings expanding across his entire shoulders, looked as if they were outstretched. they looked like wings that were making him fly.

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"Proper Date" Gn!Reader x Raiden (2/5)

Summery: Y/n and Raiden have a date at the Sun Do festival, and maybe makes it official.

A/N: I cannot wait for yall to read what I worked 1 whole week on.

Part 1: "Injured and Grief"

Word count: 1.2k

Mentions: Kenshi, Johnny cage, Kung Lao

It's been a week since you have gotten injured, luckily Raiden has been by your side since you got hurt.

To ever think about 1 week ago you were in the medical ward with an absolutely horrifying, gaping wound. Raiden's crying and panicking and overall guilt. But now he does seem better, but also so many people have visited you in that 1 week before you can get out the ward, mostly Raiden but also Kung Lao, Johnny Cage, and even Kenshi visited you once. All wishing for your quick recovery and to keep your spirits high… One day, actually, 2 days before you're supposed to leave the medical ward Raiden came to visit, like he usually does.

"Hello Raiden! How lovely to see you again." You say cheerfully, he visited only yesterday yet the nice butterflies in your stomach makes you so happy.

Raiden smiles like he always does, small light pink blush is on his face. "Hello Y/n, how are you today?" Raiden asks, he is hiding something behind his hand, which makes you curious but Raiden pulls your head in for a forehead kiss, he keeps doing it after you accidentally confessed to him while injured and in the ward.

"What are you hiding Raiden?" You ask him, your head and eyes try to look behind Raiden. Raiden chuckles then shows you, it's a long, small box with a note on it. You smile as you stare at Raiden's beautiful smile, his radiant smile makes the butterflies in you flutter more. "It's a present for you, Y/n." Raiden says, sitting down at the edge of the bed as you read the note Raiden wrote by hand.

"Y/n, I hope you heal fast so you can wear this for the festival."

You look at Raiden before opening the box, it's a beautiful necklace with gems in it. The necklace had your favorite gems, jade, amethyst, and topaz in it, the jade in the middle in a star shape, the amethyst and topaz are in circles and alternating on both sides. You feel happy tears in your eyes, you chuckle as tears fall out of your eyes. "Y/n, are you ok? Is the gift not enough?" Raiden asks you in concern, you close the box and hug him. "The gift is perfect, thank you so much" you start to say, wiping away the happy tears from your eyes. "this must've cost you a fortune to buy!" You say, opening the box to see the beautiful gems on the necklace. Raiden chuckles before pulling you in for a small kiss. You close the box again and leaves it by your side, now the days seem faster. You and Raiden talk about the Sun Do festival. You have never had the time to even go to the festival, but now you can and you and Raiden will be able to have a… a lovely date.

You were finally able to leave the medical ward, and lucky you, carrying the box you see Kung Lao. You and Kung Lao have been friends for a long time, he is one of your most trusted friends.

"Ah Y/n! How are you? I heard you have healed almost fully, and that you are going to the Sun Do festival!" Kung Lao says, his voice very happy that you are doing well. "Hello Kung Lao, I am doing well and… How did you know I am going to the Sun Do festival?" You ask, Kung Lao and you walk around the Wu Shi Academy to your chambers. Along the around 20 minute walk to your chambers, Kung Lao starts a new convo mere minutes after ending one.

"So… You and Raiden, never expected you to fall in love with Raiden." Kung Lao says, chuckling in surprise. "Wha- How do you know?" You asks shocked, your face starts to get hotter as the blush fills your face. "I heard Raiden in his chamber, talking to himself about a date with you, plans for a date, you know? The usual fresh love stuff?" Kung Lao confesses, you are just outside your chamber now and inside. "Bye Kung Lao." You say bluntly before shutting the door to your chamber. Hours pass and you finally find the outfit to match the necklace Raiden got you, and you found the perfect combo, a yellow hairpin to hold some of your hair up and then a yellow fabric belt to hold up the other parts of the outfit. A beautifully made purple shirt, the right side has no sleeve and the left is of a rainbow, beautiful long sleeve. The pants are the same, long, flowy purple pants, the left side a rainbow of patterns and beautiful colors.

You hear a knock at your door, you know the Sun Do festival will be soon so it may be Raiden, all you need to do is put on the necklace and shoes. "In a minute!" You yell to the person outside your door, as you quickly put on your jade color slippers and opens the door to see Raiden there. He is wearing the clothes he usually would wear but… they were fancier and in a nice light blue color, he wasn't wearing his hat like he was hours before and his hair is combed unusually better than usual.

"Wow… you look stunning Y/n." Raiden says, looking at your outfit combo. His face seems to be getting redder, but you drag him into your chamber. "Good, I need help putting on the necklace you bought me, I will be honest with you my love. I cannot get my fingers to keep the necklace on." You say, not even realizing you gave Raiden the nickname 'My Love', but Raiden decides to help out his date. Who wouldn't help out their date? Raiden takes the necklace he bought you and puts it on your neck which perfectly matches your outfit. Raiden then looked at the outfit more and couldn't help himself from kissing your neck… Man his love is severely tender. But then you and Raiden realize the festival is gonna start soon. You kiss and Raiden rush out of your chambers to the festival, and wow have you been missing out on it all your life, you hold Raiden's hand as you and him walk through the festival, and it is truly magical. You and Raiden have delicious food, talk a lot, and walk around. It must have been at least 1 hour until Raiden pulls you close.

"I know somewhere to watch the fireworks." Raiden whispers in your ear, you follow him as you and him just run across a bridge and to a beautiful lake, it's still close to the Sun Do festival but it is still a perfect spot for the firework show.

You and Raiden sit on the edge of the clear lake and look up at the sky as the fireworks start. "Thank you for this date Raiden." You say as Raiden's hand hugs your side, his hand rubbing your hip. "No problem… it's the least I could do for you…" Raiden says to you in a loving voice, but before he could speak again you interrupted him. "I wanted to ask you something… Something important." You say, your tone makes Raiden nervous. He maybe wasn't prepared for what you are about to say.

"Do you want to… Be my boyfriend?" You say, that small hesitation was of the small chance Raiden maybe didn't want to officially start dating. "Yes…" Raiden says hastily, pulling you in for a kiss. After that sweet kiss you chuckle and touch Raiden's forehead with yours. It was the start of a long and wishful relationship between you and Raiden.

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lolasimms · 1 year

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Part 2: The Nanny- Abby x reader

Summary: You’re assigned as a live in nanny for a couple and their young daughter, but what happens when your boss takes an interest in you?

You were awoken by the familiar chimes of marimba, your alarm ringing obnoxiously. 7:00 am. Immediately you noticed the sunlight peeking through the privacy curtains, you must’ve forgotten to close the block-out ones last night. After the strangely sensual interaction with your boss Abby, you’d given Liv her snack and then completed the rest of the tasks on her schedule. She was a very agreeable child so far, and you could see yourself growing attached to her.

Avery on the other hand was gone for the night, after her appointment she was heading to work. You didn’t know what exactly it was that her job entailed but she claimed she was a holistic life coach. In other words she coached other rich snobs like herself on how to maintain an eating disorder and do excessive amounts of cardio and crystal cleansing. You couldn’t complain about her though, so far she seemed quite nice.

You felt bad that her wife was hardcore flirting with you last night, though you weren’t sure it was flirting…was it? Maybe that was Abby’s personality, it’s not like you knew her personally. You brushed the thoughts from your mind and scurried into the ensuite. It was simple and effective, a waterfall shower with marble tile, a nice vanity and sink, a circular mirror installed with LED light. You truly were living the life.

After a steamy shower, you did your skincare, applied some simple makeup and threw your hair into a ponytail. Opting to keep it simple, you wore a pair of black leggings and a beige chunky cable knit sweater. Liv would be due for breakfast in about 20 minutes, so you headed to her room to get her ready for the day. Making your way down the long hallway, you heard a bit of commotion coming from her room.

“Liv, you up?” You said slowly, after twisting the gold knob of her door open. You looked to her queen sized bed, littered in plushies and fluffy pillows. She was swallowed whole by her oversized comforter and was playing with what appeared to be a flute. Your words caught her attention and immediately she smiled, warming your heart.

“Morning!” She says your name and then drops the instrument, bounding towards you and hugging your legs. You assumed she didn’t meet many people, seeing as how attached she already was to you. You smiled at the contact, reaching your hands down to ruffle her chocolate locks playfully.

“Morning Livy, how about we get your teeth brushed and a nice shower?”

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“Mommy’s here” You hear Liv mumble from beside you. It was around 12:00pm, and you’d just given her her mid-day snack, the two of you now working on her reading reading. Her mother had her reading a collection of adapted Shakespeare books for children, it was a bit much for a five year old but you supposed it was never too early to make a genius.

Avery walked into the room, hair in a messy bun, wearing a frilly white blouse and a matching white maxi skirt. She had a necklace of what you assumed was rose quartz and held a large folder in her arms. She sported her usual wide grin and was waving at the two of you.

“Hi Livy, mommy’s home!” She exclaimed, coming towards the desk and ruffling her daughters hair before placing a kiss on her head. Livy smiled kissing her mothers cheek and then returning to her book.

“And you sweetie, has Livy been for you?” She turns towards you, unexpectedly giving you a big hug. You’re taken aback by the contact but welcome it. Your past employers never dared touching but Avery was different, in a good way.

“I’m great, and Liv’s been perfect” You smile at Liv and then back at Avery.

“That’s so good honey, well you’re free until 7:00pm, since I have another overnight client, but for now I’ll be taking this one to gymnastics.” She pinches your cheek playfully and you return a smile. You grab your phone and lanyard that housed your keys off the table and rise.

“Alright Avery, you have a good day and Liv, have fun at gymnastics, I’ll see you tonight.” Liv smiles, giving you a shy wave and Avery calls out a “have a good day” to you. You weren’t sure what you’d plan on doing for the rest of the day, seeing as you had a few hours of free time. Maybe you’d try get in a workout at the home gym, go out to the markets and grab Liv a treat, take a dip in their large pool, who knew? You were however alerted when the Maria called out to you.

“Mrs. Anderson called for you, she wants to see you in her office.” She smiles at you, hands tucked behind her back. Your heart immediately dropped into your stomach. What could she possibly want now?

“Oh, um…do you know why?” You awkwardly let out, and Maria simply shrugs.

“She didn’t discuss details with me, she just told me to let you know the driver would be waiting for you outside.” She motioned for you to follow her and you did, Lo and behold the driver was parked in the large driveway.

—

The drive to the office was quite short, tou expected she’d work at the hospital her family owned but were instead driven to a high rise building with corporate offices. You assumed this is where the corporate part of the hospital worked from. The driver simply motioned towards the building and you were escorted into the elevator. 8th floor. You were rattling with nervousness, unsure of what this was about. Did Avery even know about this?

The woman who you assumed was Abby’s assistant led you out of the elevator and down a bright hallway. The offices were open for all to see, courtesy of the glass windows, save for one down the hall that was shut with blinds. She walked you to the last door and on the door inscribed in bold font was your bosses name. ‘Mrs. Abby Anderson’

“In you go!” The woman said, opening the door for you and then turning on her heels.

The office was quaint and plain, the large office desk featuring two computer monitors, a pen jar and no intimate pictures of Avery or Liv. Abby was sat back in her chair, leaning her head on the back rest. Her hair in a fishtail, a black dress shirt and matching black slacks. She smirked as soon as she noticed your presence and directed her eyes towards the chair opposite her desk. It was a command to sit.

You took a seat, obeying her silent instruction, your body continuing to rattle anxiously. “Afternoon, Mrs. Anderson.” You whisper, not bothering to make eye contact, knowing you’d piss yourself.

“It’s Abby to you, sweetheart.” Your heart just about stops at the term of endearment, you were still so confused by her. Was she flirting or was this her personality?

“Afternoon…Abby” She smiles once you’ve corrected yourself and leans forward. Her elbows against the desk, hands placed under her chin.

“I heard you had free time, thought I’d have a chat with you.” She casually says.

“Is there something in particular you’d like to discuss, is this about Liv’s schedule?” You ask, curious about why the fuck you were in her office right now.

“Fuck no, the schedule is one of Avery’s psychotic ways of taking control of the child’s life. I want to discuss us.” You’re left in complete shock, what did she mean by “us?”

“Us?” You question.

“I want to get to know you better.” She finally removes her elbows from the desk and leans back into her chair.

“Why?”

“Why, not. I want to get to know you if you’ll be caring for my child, staying in my home.” The way she says my child throws you off.

“Oh…okay.”

“I’ve heard that you and Avery have been getting on well.” She tilts her head while looking at you.

“Yeah, she’s very sweet. She’s been so kind to me.” She chuckles at your words and your eyebrows raise. It was true, Avery had been nothing but a sweetheart to you so far.

“Sweet wouldn’t be the word for Avery, you have to admit she’s a bit of a nut.” Abby laughs, brushing a stray of hair that fell from her plait away from her face.

“I think she’s great, she’s an amazing woman.” You stand on your words and can’t help the next words form spilling. “Is there anything else I can help you with ?” She’s taken aback and her eyebrows immediately furrow, she gets up out of her chair, crossing the table and towering over your chair.

“There is in fact, like I said, I want to get to know you. I chose you from the agency website for a reason.” She places two fingers under your chin, lifting your face up to look at her.

“You’re married, I don’t think this is a good idea.” You pull your head away from her grip but she doesn’t budge.

“Sweetheart, you shouldn’t undermine my intelligence. That’s okay though, you’ll learn.” She smirks caressing your cheek, the smirk still painting her gorgeous face.

“Please, we can’t.” You plead, you knew you had to stand your ground but the way she was looking at you left your thighs pressing together, you could feel yourself growing wetter by the minute.

“Don’t fight it, you know you want this.” She leaned down, enveloping you in a kiss, if you thought it was bad before it was worse now. You were clenching around nothing, moving further into the kiss, her hands groping your breasts. She was groaning deliciously, only egging you on further. But as much as you were enjoying the kiss, you knew it was wrong and you had to stop this, so you pulled back despite her grunts of disapproval.

“I can’t, we can’t. This is wrong on so many levels, Abby, you have to back off.” She simply smirks at your words, taking them as a nothing but a challenge.

“If you say so, see you at home dirty girl.”

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vinecradle · 1 year

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16 OMG - what was once mine, will be yours (✿)

scaramouche x fem!reader

blue is for scaramouche, green for heizou

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"scara, what's the thing you wanted to find? is it like.. maybe another keychain? an id holder? an acrylic standee? or a phone case of some sort?"

"its a secret. you'll see later when we find it." he smiled smugly, playing around with his necklace as you walked beside him.

feigning a scoff, you then pointed towards a tall building with the words "AKADEMIYA" lighted up brightly. "we're almost there, you've gotta lead the way though. i don't know the directions to the inazuma classes.."

scaramouche nodded and continued walking, "yeah, just keep on following me." putting his hands in his pockets, his thoughts racing miles per hour.

fuck. am i really giving it to her? i cant believe this.

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"we're here." scaramouche spoke as you admired the entrance to where inazuma class is located.

..this place is so pretty..! "wow... am i allowed to take a picture of the entrance? am i?" you questioned excitedly, taking out a phone from your bag.

he shrugged, "i think it should be fine, it's not like they don't have a video published of a tour of the whole akademiya. feel free to." you smiled and nodded, taking some pictures of the place for yourself and showing him the results once done.

"do you like them? look! i even caught a picture of you here." grinning happily, you handed your phone to him as you watched the corners of his lips lift up. "yeah, they look nice. mind sending me these pictures?"

nodding happily, you sent the pictures to him.

"we should start looking now. you could start from the front of the class, i'll start from the back." scaramouche said, and began to search for the item.

you then picked up an artificial flower that's in half, showing it to him. "i guess someone in this class got heartbroken or something like that.." sweatdropping, you grabbed a cardboard box nearby and put the flower inside.

i think this'll take awhile to find..

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"scara, it's been around 20 minutes.. did you find anything? all i found were stuff like school books, hair ties, keychains, and hairclips. what's up with people and keychains?" you questioned as he sighed softly.

"well, keychains are nice and you can bring it everywhere with you without it adding too much weight to your bag. there's one spot left we haven't checked, we should look there."

nodding, you followed him behind and began looking again. your eyes went towards a small cat plushie, grabbing it gently and showing it to the male.

"scara, is this what you were finding?"

his eyes widen slightly and went back to normal in a blink of an eye, walking in front of you. "yeah, it is.. if you look on it's back it has my nickname in cursive."

your eyes sparkled, handing over the plushie to him. "it's really cute.. and it kind of looks like you in some way. maybe it's the color?"

scaramouche gently pushed the plushie towards you again, "take it, i wanted to give it to you. it's something my aunt made for me, but i wanted you to have it now."

your eyes softened as you looked at the plushie and at him, holding the plushie near him again. "wait, i can't take this! it's yours, isn't it? i can't take this.."

the male shook his head and placed his hand on your head, "keep it, really. what was once mine, will be yours. i want you to keep it for yourself." ruffling your hair softly.

"then.. thank you. lots of thank you's. i'll update you every day with a picture of this cat plushie whenever i wake up! i'll take care of it with my whole being."

scaramouche chuckled and walked out of the class, "it's nothing, i think we should go back to our dorms now. it's kind of late, don't want our dorm advisers to scold us now do we?" you smiled and nodded, holding the plushie close to your chest as you closed the door.

and as you both walked away, you saw a flash of burgundy hair from the corner of your eyes. stopping in your tracks, you shrugged the thought away.

in a corner, a certain male put a hand over his mouth. "wasn't that yn.. and she was with scara? oh my god. a new discovery. i'm so glad i followed my intuition to find my hair tie at this hour!"

• heizou sneak.. i had to

• btw i know the plushie looks big BUT PRETEND ITS SMALLER THAN IT LOOKS

summary :: wanting to go back to your dorm from the library, and accidentally leaving a friend's book there not knowing she has the intention of making you give it to someone she's trying to set you up with, a note inside with your number. without anyone realising, the book is in the hands of someone else, and you then wake up to a message from an unknown number.

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amakumos · 1 year

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twizzle into my heart — nishimura riki (teaser)

twizzle into my heart is out now! read here ^_^

synopsis. Falling in love when your sport is your top priority is hard, and nobody knows this better than you and Nishimura Riki. You two tried to make it work, but things didn't end up like you both wanted it to. But, when you and Riki cross paths again 4 years later at 4 Continents, old feelings resurface, and you find that Nishimura Riki comes twizzling straight into your heart once again.

genre. angst, fluff, exes to friends to lovers, slowburn (?), figure skating au

pairing. figure skater! riki x pairs figure skater fem! reader

warnings. swearing, mentions of injury, riki is 21, reader is 21, and both compete for japan. set during the 2026/2027 figure skating season.

word count. 20-30k (est.) teaser is 1.6k words

author’s note. yun comes back again with another! figure skating fic. r we surprised… no because i already teased this😭😭 anyways this was the one that was voted the most on the poll so here it is!! i hope u guys enjoy this little teaser and if you’re interested the taglist is open so just shoot me an ask ^_^

Riki puts his skate guards on, sitting down on the bench next to Taki. “Oh, and before I forget to ask you, do you wanna go to lunch with the rest of us? The whole 4CC team is going, with the exception of Sakura and Fuma, ‘cause they’re practising.”

Riki shrugs, taking off his skates to change into his regular sports shoes. “Sure. Where are we going?”

“Kazuha found this nice restaurant nearby the arena,” Yuma chimes in. He puts his skates into his bag, standing up to wait for the two other boys to finish putting their skates away. “Let’s leave our bags in the locker room and go. I think Kazuha, Mina and Yuta are already there.”

“I’m going to get changed.” Riki says, getting up from the bench and heading towards the changing room. He’s sweating after practice, and he’d much rather go out in fresh clothes than wear what he’s got on now. Taki and Yuma follow him not long after, and Riki changes into a black hoodie and a pair of jeans, spraying some cologne on as well.

He brushes his bangs out of his eyes as he takes his wallet and phone out of his bag, shoving them into his pockets. “You ready?” he asks Yuma and Taki, who have also changed. The two boys nod, and they all head out of the changing room.

“Where’s the restaurant again?” Taki asks Yuma, who’s got the location entered into the GPS on his phone. “A five minute walk from here.” Taki replies, and he walks in the direction of where the GPS tells him to go, and the two boys follow him.

Soon enough, the three boys arrive at the restaurant, telling the front of house staff Kazuha’s name, since she was the one who booked. The staff member takes them to their table, and Riki greets everyone before sitting down next to Taki.

But, when he turns his head, he sees Keiji sitting just one seat away from him, with the one next to Riki being empty.

“Hey, who joined us?”

Riki knows exactly who that voice belongs to, and he turns his head slowly to meet eyes with you.

Everyone at the table immediately goes silent as you and Riki stare at each other for a few seconds, neither of you moving. Riki lets out a shaky breath as he looks at you — he hasn’t really seen you at all since the breakup.

“Hey.” You’re the first to speak.

Riki gulps. “Hey.”

You awkwardly slide into your seat next to Riki, and he sees Yuta wiggling his eyebrows at him, and Riki makes a mental note to send him a text message with many middle finger emojis later.

You haven’t seen Riki in a long time. He’s grown taller, way taller than you last saw him, and he’s now got dyed blonde streaks in his dark hair. It looks good on him — he looks good. As Riki talks to the others, you can’t help but stare at him. There’s a couple silver necklaces he’s wearing around his neck, and you’re sitting close enough to him to realise that he’s still wearing the cologne that you had recommended to him years ago.

“So…” Kazuha starts. “How’s Bisco?”

Riki’s eyes light up at the mention of his dog, and Hitomi notices that there’s a fond smile on your lips when you hear him talk about Bisco. After all, you did frequent Riki’s house when you two were together, and had formed a close bond with Bisco.

Riki never told you (and doesn’t plan on telling you) but after your breakup, Bisco would often sit by the door, waiting to see if you’d show up.

And you never did.

“Good,” Riki says. “I’ll go back home to see him after the competition. I try to go back as much as I can since it’s only a 4 hour train ride from Nagoya to Okayama, but — training kinda steals most of the time I have.”

“Oh, so you found out Bisco’s gender now?” you ask, absentmindedly — you don’t realise the words slip past your lips until Riki replies. “Uh, yeah. Konon told me, actually.” he chuckles awkwardly.

The tension between you and Riki is so thick that you could cut it with a knife. You didn’t think that seeing him would be this awkward, since you two had ended things amicably — but now that you’re seeing him for the first time after the breakup, you really don’t know what to say to him.

“Awks.” Taki whispers into Riki’s ear, and Riki rolls his eyes, nudging him on the arm. “Ow,” Taki says dramatically, clutching the spot where Riki had elbowed him. “That really hurt.”

“Sure it did.”

The lunch goes well for the most part, with Mina catching you and Riki sneaking glances at each other when one of you isn’t looking. There’s a sneaky grin on her lips as she watches the scene play out before her. You’re awkwardly taking a sip of your tea, whilst Riki is trying to do everything in his power to stop himself from trying to steal another glance at you. “They should talk.” Mina whispers into Kazuha’s ear.

“Keiji, practice is in an hour.” you tell your partner, and he checks the time. “Shit, right. Um, guys, we’ll have to leave soon for the official practice.” Keiji announces to the group, and Yuma nods.

“Let’s just all leave, then. We’re all done with eating.” Yuma says, and Riki nods. Riki stands up, looking at the time on his phone as you catch a glimpse of his lockscreen, and it’s of Bisco having Riki’s Worlds gold medal hung around his neck.

A smile spreads across your lips as you catch sight of the photo. “That’s cute.”

Once again, the words slip out before you realise you say them. “Sorry. Caught sight of your lockscreen.” you say, and Riki shrugs.

“It’s alright.” he says, and you two just stand there awkwardly, looking at each other — you both don’t even realise that everyone’s gone to the cashier to pay (even if they all did it purposely just to get you two to talk in private.)

“So… how have you been?” you ask, attempting to start a conversation. “I’m good. Just training a lot… you know how I am,” Riki says, and you nod. “How about you? How’s Canada?”

“Oh, it’s nice there. Really cold in the winter.” you say. “Colder than Japan?” he asks, and you nod. “Sometimes. Oh, and I forgot to say — congrats on gold at Worlds last year. You did really great.”

Riki smiles at you. It’s a smile that you didn’t know you missed until you saw it again. “Thanks. I saw you there, I think — just didn’t get a chance to say hi. I’ve seen you at many competitions, briefly, actually. Just… the opportunity never came up.”

“Yeah. I saw you too. I was in the bleachers, actually. Umm… yeah, you did really great. You’ve come so far. Super proud of you.” you say, offering him a smile. “We haven’t talked in so long. How long has it been?”

“4 years, I think.” Riki replies.

“Right. 4 years… 4 Continents.” you quip, and Riki tilts his head, looking at you with an amused smile.

“Good one.”

You know it wasn’t really a good one. More of a lame joke, compared to the ones that you had told him before when you two were dating.

“Thanks.” you say, shoving your hands into the pockets of your jacket. “We should probably… go. They’re all gone.” you say, and Riki nods.

“Right. Yeah. Don't leave anything behind.” he says, not forgetting about your terrible habit of losing things often. He’ll never forget the day when you nearly forgot your skate bag in the bus that you two were riding on to get to the rink — thank god he was there to remind you to pick it up.

“Yeah. I won’t.” you say, checking the table once more. Riki remembering that about you makes you feel a little bit happy, somehow. To you, it shows that he didn’t really forget about you, despite not having seen or talked to you for 4 years.

You follow Riki as you two both make your way towards the cashier, Taki looking at Riki expectantly. “So… did you guys kiss?”

“What the fuck?” Riki asks his friend. “You think I’m going to see my ex girlfriend after 4 years and after maybe a… 5 minute conversation, we’re going to kiss?”

“You’re unpredictable. And you two also broke up in less than 5 minutes, so… yeah. Maybe.”

“You’re insane, Taki.”

“Are you guys going to go back to the hotel?” Sakura asks Riki, Yuma and Taki. The men’s single skating practices were officially done for the day — meaning Riki could just go back to his hotel room, flop onto the bed and sleep.

“Uh… yeah. Probably.” Yuma says. “Do you guys have any plans?”

“I’m going to watch the pairs practice.” Kazuha pipes up. “You guys are more than welcome to tag along so we can watch (Name), Keiji, Mina and Yuta if you’d like.”

“Might go take a shower before I come join you.” Taki says, and Yuma nods in agreement. “Yeah. And I’m sure Riki would love to tag along as well.” he says, and Riki knows that Yuma’s just enunciating the word ‘love’ to piss him off.

“Yeah, I’ll come.” he says.

“Nice,” Keiji says. “See you later.”

The group splits up, with Riki, Taki and Yuma walking back to the hotel, and Kazuha, Mina, Yuta, Keiji and you heading to the arena. But before Riki gets far away enough, you call out his name.

“Hey, Riki?”

The boy turns his head to look at you.

“It was nice seeing you again.”

You leave before he can respond.

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This was one of the only moments of relaxation that I had this last week, I had them closed I was so relaxed that soon I would take one of the long naps that caused me to drink 5 margaritas and 2 piña coladas, I almost returned home in an ambulance when I started to feel Carl's withdrawal, it was very hot that day but I was lying on a soft bed, under an artificial palm tree.

The whole moment was interrupted by the blow when a very familiar masculine voice took me away from the dream, - Hey Bro! Where have you been? I've been looking for you, but the guy from the bar told me you were out here- a young blonde sat on the side of the bed holding an iced coffee, it was pretty obvious to me that this happened. It was just to show off his huge biceps and rub sweet in the face once again.

- Anyway! I don't have much time I have a big night planned before I turn all this over to you, I just wanted to say thank you, it's been the best week of my life and if you want to repeat it just call me I'm sure you have my phone! -

had been crazy all this shit, when I return to my body I'm going to make my father sue them for every penny and close his fucking Instagram account! I didn't know what I was getting into when Swap Corp's Instagram account invited me to promote their social networks, I had already done these hundreds of times, a fucking brand gives me a lot of shit that my parents could buy me and they only ask me for one single photo or video eating or wearing their overpriced clothes, with a shitty logo.

They promised me a lot of followers and more "job" offers in another of their exclusive 5-star hotels, of course, I accepted immediately when I saw all the internet celebrities who had been there, people from the world of bodybuilding that I admired in the list in addition to some actors and models.

When I arrived everything was perfect, the hotel had everything from a gym to a spa, which is great for me because although they promised me everything I wanted to drink, eat or smoke, all I needed was a pool full of beautiful models to massage my biceps in the pool after a long session at the gym.

Before I could even unpack and take a shower, I was drugged and put in this shitty body for 1 fucking week! Those pageant motherfuckers came and ravaged my room for 3 fucking minutes until I came out of the bathroom, my whole body randomly covered in shower suds with just a towel around my waist and my huge feet leaving stains all over the carpet and as soon as I opened the door I knew something was wrong.

The guy who organized the contest was accompanied by two hotel guards, of course, they were clean and well dressed, but there was one person who stood out among all of them, he was a fucking whale, he had never seen someone so fucked up! The man in the suit started talking as he tried to guess how much the man in front of him was thinking 286 pounds. I'd bet 20 bucks on that.

Before I could react, the man in the suit took me by the arm and stretched out his hand to hand a cloth necklace with a VIP identification... without thinking I left my last chance to give up the worst week of my life, I put the identification on the neck without looking that didn't even have my picture on it, instead of my hot handsome face, there was the picture of that man with that white unkempt beard that hid most of his obese face.

I felt a small chill and after a simple blink, my mind was transferred to the body of the man in the photo of my necklace, when my eyes opened the first thing I saw was a huge hairy belly, my legs would almost bend if it weren't for the wall that was at my back, the 4 men in front of me turned around and looked at me to help me not fall from all the extra weight on my knees.

When I recovered they gave me a glass of water and explained the situation to me, those sons of bitches launched another contest and the prize was a week of vacation in this hotel on my body, And while the man in a suit was explaining all this to me, that man is nice He kept putting his kinky hands on my cock and pecs, maybe he didn't notice or maybe he didn't even care when a newlywed couple came out of another room and stared at the show for several minutes.

Since then I am Stuck as "Carl" Every day I wake up thinking that this has only been a nightmare and at any moment I am going to wake up in my bed next to a model who seduces me at a party to take her to my bed.

but no, I wasn't dreaming what I always saw Waking up was this mountain of hairy fat uniting my old and aching body, The first thing I did Upon waking up swallowed the huge amount of pills that were in the drawer next to my bed to try to relieve the pain in my back, after that I went to shit and piss and came back to order a huge breakfast while watching what was new on Netflix.

I was able to up on “Love death and robots”, At least they kept their deal my Instagram followers doubled in a week. The only bad thing is that most of them are middle-aged men who put obscene comments in the comments like "fuck me" or "show us your dick"

From time to time I saw Carl having fun on my body while being photographed with my iPhone, being worshiped by two bald middle-aged men in the hot tub, or playing volleyball with all the lucky bastards with incredibly hot, skinny bodies.

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