#I guess I can't really call it a warm up anymore since I went back and fixed things lol

[katiapostsss]

DRABBLE:

hayden christensen and books

enjoy!

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"i'm thinkin' about reading this new book," you spoke, your hands absentmindedly running through hayden's ruffled hair in the way that you knew he loved. "mia told me it was good. my coworker, remember?"

you really didn't want to bother him much whenever he seemed on the brink of sleep, but hayden always insisted that he loved it whenever you talked while he was tired. he claimed it helped him fall asleep, which you couldn't deprive him of, so, late at night, propped up against your headboard with his head on your torso and his arms wrapped around your middle, you rattled off meaningless details about your day, from how the price of gas went up at your local gas station or that there was an ache in your left leg. sometimes, he responded, other times, he didn't, and you never pushed him to, either.

"the one who keeps holding you back at work for reshootings?" he muttered, and you huffed a laugh. since you had been shooting a new movie as the lead, your coworker—who you'd worked with in the past and loved dearly—had been the reason for your late arrivals home. hayden loved complaining about it, too, claiming he now understood what you felt like when he often had to leave for his own work while shooting star wars, you, spending most of the time home alone.

"yea." a soft smile tugged at your lips. "it's called 'the book thief'. from what i've heard, it sounds pretty good."

much to your surprise, hayden seemed to wake himself up, drawing his head from your torso and instead, lightly resting his chin there. you peered down at him, a question in your eyes, but he spoke before you could.

"what's it about?" he asked, his eyes darkened in the dull light of the lamp on your bedside table. you breathed a laugh, skepticism creeping across your face.

"since when have you ever shown interest in what i read?" you inquired in return. often, you told your boyfriend about the books you were reading, and though he avidly listened, he never really asked about it much. below you, hayden pursed his lips, face scrunching in what you couldn't guess the meaning of.

"since mia started giving you recommendations," came his reply after a bit of thinking. "why are you asking anyways? are you implying that i'm dumb 'cause i don't read a lot?" he sent you a sarcastically skeptical face, to which your mouth fell open to in mock surprise.

"i would never," you scoffed as if he was crazy for even thinking it. he kept that same look on his face for what felt like eternities until your hands reached out to tug the corners of his mouth into a smile. though he let you, each time you retracted your fingers, his mouth would drop back into that frown. "so difficult," you muttered with a laugh. hayden tilted his head to the side.

"so?"

giving up, you dropped your hands at your sides and looked away, thinking back on your earlier interaction with your coworker and what she had said about the book. "i'm pretty sure it's about this german girl... something about her moving to a foster home 'cause her mom's on the run. takes place during the holocaust." your eyes strayed back to his own, which were intently looking at your face. you grinned. "why do you care, seriously?"

hayden propped himself on his elbows, leaning up to kiss your lips. "can't care 'bout my girlfriend's life anymore, huh?" you giggled when he peppered your face with tender pecks, his lips soft and warm on your skin.

"answer the question, hay." you poked his side, turning your head to the left so he could no longer kiss you. he sighed through his nose, leaning back again and shrugging as best as he could in his position.

"i dunno. i wanna talk to you," he uttered, and your laughter died, your smile blooming even further. you couldn't help but love him even more in those moments, your heart so full you felt it might've exploded inside your chest. "be part of your life more."

"you already are," you reassured, tilting your head to the side and reaching a hand out to run your fingers through his hair once more. he hummed his approval, resting his head on your torso the way he had before you had interrupted his sleepiness.

"okay. continue, please," hayden stated against your clothed skin, hands gripping the hem of your shirt. you smiled.

"alright."

two weeks later.

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the first thing you felt when you woke up was a chaste kiss against the skin of your forehead, shifting, and cold air. you struggled to open your eyes, still weak under the weight of sleep. hayden's voice pulled you out a bit.

"got called into work, love. i'll be back soon," he said. you hummed a small acknowledgment, not bothering to say anything more before you shifted below the sheets and faintly heard the door click open and closed.

an hour later, and you were sitting up against the headboard, yawning and stretching and rubbing the sleep from your eyes. the clock on your bedside table told you it was 8:03 am. still too early, but breakfast was calling to your empty stomach. you looked to the side, upset that hayden was gone and expecting the sheets to be completely empty. they weren't.

a few inches from your thigh, was a thin, rectangular box. a present. it was wrapped up in a sort of newspaper design, tied with a red ribbon. calling to be opened. tentatively, you twisted your body, tucked your legs underneath you, and picked up the gift. it was cold and stark in your hands. not wanting to ruin the intricate paper design, you carefully unwrapped it, mind whirling to a bunch of different thoughts. today wasn't anything special. you couldn't think of a reason hayden would gift you something, but then again, he did love buying you things without you even asking. was it even from hayden?

your breath caught in your throat once it was all opened, a smile blooming on your lips. a copy of the book thief. it was— he even went with the color scheme to simply wrap it up. faded newspaper and red. you huffed a laugh, opening it up, and what was on the inside surprised you more.

'turns out mia has good book taste.' he had read it? there was 525 pages in the book, and he read all of it. for you. flipping open the pages, what you found baffled you even further. he had left notes, as well, little annotations across the pages, with words like 'this made me think of you', or, 'we should do this together'.

mia had good taste, indeed.

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another drabble because im getting writer's block 🤭

please send any suggestions in! im willing to write anything for anyone rn cause i want to be active on this page

anyways, reblogging is much appreciated! i hope you enjoyed ❤️

#anakin skywalker #anakin x reader #fanfic #hayden #hayden christensen #star wars #star wars anakin #fandom #hayden christensen x reader #the book thief #sam monroe #sam monroe x reader #hayden christensen x you

[catt-126]

>Hard to Love* ੈ✩‧₊˚

ʚĭɞೃ; Part 5: Parents...

Summary: Y/N is in their Junior year taking sciences, and has been elected as the Class Procter for the current year, as Class Procter she must fullfill certain objectives, but what happens when she runs into someone who claims to know her from her past?

Warnings: Swearing, Verbal Domestic Ab*se(?), Y/N backstory hints?!

Story Notes: Scaramouche and Y/N are childhood friends. Hutao has known you since middle school(around the time y/n left her prev school)

♡> prev here next <♡ Masterlist <-

"Aah! and this one is just too precious. In this one, Kuni had found a small chick, I think he was about-" "Yae..that's enough..." It was about 5:34pm and Yae was keeping you preoccupied by showing you baby picture of Scaramouche, or as they called him "Kunikuzushi" ?

"C'mon on! You used to be adorable, always smiley.." Yae spoke with a smile as she flipped a page, "Oh? what's this..?"

Another picture. But..

"Who's this little girl next to Kuni? ,Baal? Any idea?" She looked up at Baal who was cleaning up Kanas' color pencils and papers from the table.

"Let me have a look," she walked over to Yae and peered down and the picture album.

"Ah.. it's little Y/N hah, she really has changed alot" She had a warm smile on her face.

"Really?! I would never be able to guess, she really has changed alot!" She spoke in a cheery tone and looked up at you, "You've always been cute ,haha!" The picture was cute.. It was you and Scaramouche, almost about..3 years old? Someone had sneakly taken the picture, not wanting you two to notice them. You were happily smiling with a top hat on while making Scaramouche wear a princess crown. He had his signature pout on his face as he looked up at you with his eyebrows furrowed. It seemed that you two were playing tea party.

You were flattered at her compliment, with a slight blush and a smile you shyly thanked her. You looked at Scaramouche beside you, he had his arms crossed with a pout and was looking at Kana who had fallen asleep on the couch.

You looked down at your phone, 6:01 pm. Oh.

You lightly coughed and stood up, "Well, Aunty thank you for having me! it's getting late so, I have to get home.." You spoke with a smile. "Ah, anytime darling, please do come back again!" "Ofcource Aunty!"

You followed Baal towards the door but as soon as she opened the door, "Ah, it's quite dark, I cannot have you walk alone..Ah! Kunikuzushi, be a dear and walk her home, it shouldn't be a problem, yes?"

"Aunty, please I will be fine no need to-" "I insist." Well I can't say anything against that anymore...

"...Fine." Without another word he quickly grabbed your wrist and was about to lead you outside, "Wait!!" You looked back to see who it was.

Kana..! She was still sleepy and was trying her best not to stumble as she ran over to you with her squeaking shoes. "Don't go!! You can't" Baal lifted her up and took her room. Kana was trying to get down, whining and not wanting to leave.

"Whatever, let's just go" Scaramouche grabned his phone and walked out with your wrist still in his hand. You looked back to wave at Yae as he lead you to your house.

"Thanks for walking me home Scara!" You spoke as you looked through your purse for your keys. "Hm.." he didn't say anything else but you knew it was his way of saying "your welcome".

Finally getting your keys and putting them in the lock, you looked at your left at him. He had his hands in his pockets and was looking down while kicking a small pebble around.

'I.. I don't know if I should..' You gave him a quick side hug. It took him a bit by suprise but, he didn't push you away. A: It was a quick hug and, B: He was taken by suprise. "Thanks for today!...and sorry.." You mumbeled the last two words, he was about to question you as to why you said sorry but, you were faster and quickly went inside.

He stood there was a second, still processing everything. As soon he turned around and took a step towards his house, he heard a voice from inside.

Scaramouche POV:

"Have you not any shame?! Staying at a boys house for this long!" "Is this how we raised you!?! No less than a slut." "Pa, please I said sorry, I didn't see the time-" "No excuses!"

He had a faint worried expression on his face, very faint..barely there. His hands were clenched as he looked back at the door. 'Are those her parents..? They never used to be so...' His thoughts were all over the place. '...I better get home'. Hesitant, he made his way home

-♡-

Y/N POV:

You had just woken up. Last night felt like a blur, your memory was never that good but, it didn't bother you much now that you were used to it. As soon as you came home you remember something bad happening between you and your parents but, it wasn't clear. When you went to your room you quickly took a shower and fell asleep, not wanting to do anything else.

11:23 AM. 'Good they should be asleep..'

You grabbed your phone and turned it on just to be blasted by a bright light and thousands of messages from your friends.

'3:45 PM...i'll just make an excuse..'

"Y/NNN OVER HEEEEREEE"

"Tao!! shhhh! you're being too loud!"

"The both of you are too loud..."

"Haha! Well, you surely aren't wrong yun!"

You had just arrived at the cafe near by Taos' house, "Tattle Tea House". Though it says tea, they have many other sorts of refreshments and sweets. And the cozy atmosphere makes it better!

"Hah, hey guys!"

Xiangling signaled you to sit next to her by patting the empty space by her. They group had already ordered, for themselves and you. They knew your go to order and figured that they would order for you because of how long you were taking.

You had greeted them but, they didn't respond...They all had teasing smiles on their faces, except of chongyun, he just stared blankly? he didn't usually take part in teasing and would rather sit there and watch.

"You..you don't love us anymore.."

"Hm? Tao what do yo-"

"I knowww you're sooo in love with him but, I didn't know it was that bad!"

"Xiangl-"

"Did you invite him here so you could sneak away with him?" Xingqui whispered with a teasing smile.

"Wait..what??!" Oh damn.."H-he's here?"

"Oh so you didn't invite him?"

"Augh ofcourse not Xiangling!" you spoke while hiding your face in your hands.

"Oooh someones shyyy!"

"We should call him over!!"

"Ah! no please don't!!"

"Haha, we merely jest! worry not we will not do as we speak"

Phew! Thankgod you wont have to face him, yesterday got a bit awkward..

"KUNI KUNI LOOK!!, ITS FRIEND!!!" oh. Kana... She was excitedly pulling on his sleeve while very directly pointing towards you. She could barely stand still because of how excited she was. Scaramouche was trying to calm her voice down and get a hold of her so she would stop jumping but, she quickly ran towards you.

"Hii!! Do you remember me?" She spoke with a smile.

"Awee, lemme guess....Kara?"

"No!!"

"Hmm..Kayla?"

"No...you dont remember?"

"Awh, sorry! ofcourse I remember how could I forget Kana!"

She happily climbed up on your lap and babbled random things while Scaramouche was in line getting his order, you had already signaled to him that its okay and he can stay in line to wait for his order.

"Awe, y/n is this the baby you were talking about?" Xiangling gleemed as she squeezed one of Kanas' cheek.

"Hey kid" Chongyun wasn't a big fan of kids so he setteled on those words.

"Ah, hello Kana i've heard mighty things aboht you, you truly are as cute as they say you are!" Xingqui spoke to Kana with a smile.

"Ayaya, you are truly adorable..nothing like a certain someome.." Tao whispered the last few words, luckily they were only heard by the group...and Scaramouche?!

"Haha very funny dead girl." Scaramouche had a drink in one hand and a small box, most probably for Kana.

Tao responded by jokingly looking at him up and down and then looking away while rolling her eyes. "Ah ah, that's enough Ta-" "No!! He's literally replacing me!! This calls for war!" "Tao...now that you say it...yeah HE IS REPLACING US" "Guys-" "No! I can not stand for this foolish behaviour..!"

"Seriously? you guys are that insecure?" "Scaramo-"

"Insecure??! atleast I dont need to hide my forehead with goofy bangs"

"You have bangs too though?"

"...atleast they aren't goofy...like your bowl cut"

"Atleast I can pull off my haircut, look at yours looks like you blindly cut it at home"

"Take that ba-"

"No more fighting!" Kana?

"..."

"..."

"Oh wow, you two are pathetic, a baby told you to stop ..and you did?"

"Haha! that's a good one my friend!"

"Kuni kuni look! I fixed it!"

"Good effort Kana but, this war isnt over. Dead girl."

"Oh..its on uhm bowl cut dude.." Yeah I think Scaramouche won this one..

"Well Kana c'mon up."

"No!! I don't wanna go!"

'she grew towards me so fastly..'

"Kana, come"

"No!! If you take me i'm gonna tell everyone about how you two were about to kiss!" Kana...!

"Wait wait, what?"

"Wai...YOU TWO WERE WHAT??!"

"IS SHE BEING FOR REAL?"

"Are the three of you blind? Didn't you read the message??"

"K-kana..." Scaramouche stood there embarassed with his eyes closed and fingers rubbing his temples. "Kana don't you wanna meet the toy friend?" Scaramouche spoke with a happier tone trying to convice Kana.

"What the hell is a toy friend...?" You looked up at him confused while the group too pondered upon the same thing.

"Toy friend?! He's here? DID HE BRING KANA ANY TOYS? IS ANTONIA HERE?" 'Ohh they must mean Childe..' "Shh, yeah he just came in, do you want to meet him or no?" "Mmm.. but, then when will I meet pretty friend.." Pretty friend..?

"I don't know..How about she can come over someday, Mother did tell me to invite her" Scaramouche looked up at you with a smug smile. Kana gasped and looked up at you,"Can you prettyyy please come?" Oh how could you say no to her... You looked at Scaramouche with a upside down smile and then looked back at Kana, "Well, i'll see about it, hmm?" "Mmmh...okaaayyy" Kana went back to Scaramouche with a big frown on her face and glassy eyes.

"You will come, won't you? Don't wanna make little Kana sad ,huh?"

"Scara- I-...Fine, I'll come.." you looked up at him with a defeated smile and waved bye to Kana who limply waved bye to you.

You were the last one left, Tao had just went home. You were gonna walk home so decided that you would stay until the last person left. The weather was..suprisingly nice, winter was approaching. The sun was about to set and a cold fresh breeze was blowing. Just as you were about to start walking home someone called for you.

"Wait!" Oh, Scaramouche! He was a bit out of breathe due to him practically running to you.

"Hm? What happen?" He didn't have Kana with her, she was most probably playing with Antonia.

"I..I wanted to talk to you.."

"...About?"

"Yesterday, when I dropped you off, you said sorry...what for?" He was standing a bit away from you and had his hands on his knees, trying to calm his breathe down

"..." 'So that's what he wanted to talk about...I don't know what to say..'

It took a second for you to start speaking but, you eventually built up the confidence to atleast say something. You knew that if you didn't say a word, it would only make things worse, "Sorry..I..I know I lied" You couldn't look at him, you spoke with your head hanging low. You had your arms crossed and fidgeted with the sleeves of your top.

"I know I lied about not knowing you and I.. might've acted like a bitch towards you" Your voice stsrted to break it's composure.

You couldn't read his face at all, was there a slight hint of anger?, dissapointment?

"I know I left the school without s-saying anything.. I really should've but, I couldn'-"

Finally he said something, "Why did you leave? Why did you delete all your socials that day? Did...did you no longer want contact with me?" His words sounded harsh, he sounded a bit hurt.

"That's not-"

"If it is, say it as it is."

"Sc-..Scaramouche, I can't say much.."

"Just say it Y/N, I'm gettinf tired of trying to fix this, trying to fix...us" he sounded almost desprate...

"I know but-"

"Just give me a reason!" The gap between you two felt further now..

"..." 'Do I really have to say it?'

"Look... you know how she and all of them treated me..I couldn't possibly stay there..my parents ..would never let me stay there..."

"...I thought..I thought things got better between you guys.." he spoke as he tried to close the gap between you two..

"They didn't and they won't."

An awkward silence was between you two, until he decided to break it.

"...Let me make it up to you"

You looked up at him with slightly glossy eyes and red nose.

"Come over next weekend, we can work on our project and...this" By this, he meant you two.

"What do you say, hm?" He still sounded a bit hesitant in his words but, sincere at the same time.

"...Okay" You replied to him, then looked away.

"Hah, don't be so cold..." He put a hand on your shoulder causing you to look up at him. The gap got smaller.

"Also...let's make a deal." Deal? ,confused at his actions you put a hand over his hand which was on your shoulder.

"What do you mean?" you asked, there was still a slight whimper in your voice and you still felt a but shaken up from before.

"The more you tell me about yourself..the more i'll tell you"

a/n: speed ran this on a school nihht, yhe things i do for u guys ♡♡♡ okaay gn bye bye

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#scaramouche fluff #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche angst #genshin #genshin x reader #cymil♡

[wasted-my-time]

Good Morning

A sequel to Sharp.

@make-me-your-animal

Phil's POV

I'm dreaming, I always know when it is a dream or not since I've been transformed.

I am just floating around in the sky, and there's nothing else going on but the sun being periodically eclipsed by the clouds. It is weird that I often dream of the sun without actually seeing it for five years. Alt least here it cannot kill me, it just keeps me warm, like the best blanket ever.

But there's a pressure on my chest, something is pushing me down, and it moves on me, and it's not a dream and it's real and I...

-Aaah, my hand! A female voice screams above me as I sit up in surprise, unsure of where I am just waking up.

Oh fuck, Jean! I forgot about her! I look down to see my right hand tightly gripping her wrist, my long nails piercing her skin.

-I'm sorry love, I didn't want to. It's not... It's a reflex, ok? I mumble and release my hold.

She sits back on the bed and nods, but I can still see fear in her eyes, I follow her gaze, leading me to the drops of blood leaking out of the wounds I caused.

-If you want to, I can do something and it won't hurt at all. I propose.

-Yeah, I guess... She whispers.

I carefully hold her hand up and lay small kisses on the scratches, only to get a bit of saliva on them, since my mouth is full of anaesthetics. Because yeah, I'm basically a big mosquito.

-Is it better now?

Another nod, less fear. She breaks eye contact to look down to her tigh, right where I bit her last night.

-How's your leg? I ask, posing a hand on her bent knee and rubbing it through her jeans with my thumb.

-It's like any other wound, it's really not that bad. She answers with a small smile.

-No regrets?

-Not at all. What do we do tonight, wanna' go out?

It's now a big frank grin lighting up her face.

-Great idea! Where do you want to go? I answer after checking the clock on her nightstand: 9h34 P.M. no sun in sight!

-Get dressed, we'll see afterwards.

She watches as I collect my clothes from the various places we left them last night and start to pull them on. I like the feeling of her observation, the uncertainty of being teased or of being the tease.

She chuckles at the sight of my partially buttoned shirt.

-Sorry about that, but I was impatient. She walks towards me and wraps her arms around my neck.

-Was it worth the wait?

-Every. Single. Second. She says, pausing between words to kiss my face, and pushes me back on the bed.

-You know, if it goes like that, we'll never make it out of here. I stop her as she's about to lay her lips on mind.

-Would you really mind?

-... No. I admit. But if I made the effort to dress, it's not to get it all off the second after. Maybe after we went to a few clubs.

-Do you hate clothes that much?

-Just a bit...

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We went to the Marquee, the Taboo, and we just left the Blitz, and now Jean is blitzed, but I'm not so bad, alcohol doesn't have as much of an effect on me than when I was human.

Now I need blood to be really drunk.

-Hey, I know another place, somewhere you never went. I propose to her as she gets back in my car.

-How can you be so sure about that?

-It's a vampire place, humans need to be acompanied to get in. The Fallen Angel, it is called.

-Sounds good, let's go!

A few blocks away, we see the bar's neon sign: Two wings, one of an angel and one of a demon crowned by a half halo and a horn.

-'Can't believe I never noticed it. She mumbles to herself.

I park the car and jump out to open her door and help her to get out, as she can't walk very straight anymore.

-Hey Phil, you've found another angel for us? Igor, the doorman greets me from his spot beside the door.

-No, I'm just for him! Jean answers.

-I am still going to temporarily ask your hand, milochka. He adds and stamps blue angel wings on the back of her hand as she holds it out to him.

-How did you call her? I ask with faked offense while he stamps mine with red demon wings.

-Relax, it just means darling. He chuckles.

-I'll allow it this time, but watch out if it ever happens again! I joke, making him burst in laughters.

The guy could snap me in halves like a toothpick if he wanted to, I'm lucky he has some sense of humor.

Inside, the light coming from the street is absorbed by the heavy curtains blocking the windows and the only source of light are those red lightbulbs above the leather bench seats on the sides of the room and the ones lighting up the drink menu behind the bar.

-I can't see a thing. Jean whispers to me, causing all the clients (all the vampiric ones at least) to snicker under their breath.

Of course they heard her...

-Your eyes will adjust, don't worry.

-Hey, young Mister Collen, why don't you join me at my table?! Another man I know calls me.

-Jean, may I introduce you to Doctor Adelbert Von Stern.

-Oh, so you're from Germany! She remarks.

-I sure was born there, but when I left, it wasn't even called like that. He smiles, passing his fingers along his Lenin-like moustache, as he always does while talking about his younger years.

-And what kind of a doctor are you? She asks.

-Oh, what I learned is now vastly outdated. I would probably go to jail for applying some of those methods they used to teach. He chuckles. But one could say I am a vampire generalist.

-I'll go get some drinks, what do you want? I offer

-The house special vodka cranberry, please. The doctor asks.

-Dry martini, please.

I get to the bar, but still listen to Jean and my friend, it is always kind of touchy to bring a new human here. Adelbert is nice, but some of the other ones are rather snob.

-What's in the special? I hear her ask.

-Blood. They have the whole system to donate blood in an hidden room.

-Should I be afraid? She questions jokingly.

-No, they only take volunteers.

-Phil? Phiiil?! PHILIP! The barmaid repeats to tey to get my attention.

-Ah! What?

-If you came here, may I assume you wanted to order something. Otherwise you wouldn't have left your pretty girl over there. She finishes her sentence in a very less than friendly way.

-Oh, Marie, come on! You left me months ago. I try to argue

-One month ago! And because you were always seeing other girls.

Another resentful bird I shouldn't have slept with...

-It was only to get blood.

-There are lots of it here!

-But here, I have to pay for it!

-I own the place, you just had to ask!

-Good, so I can ask you for two house special vodka cranberries and a regular dry martini. Please.

-Arrogant de fils de pute... She mumbles God knows what in French and starts to prepare the drinks.

-Four pounds. She states when she is done.

-But I asked... I smile and slip a five pounds note on the counter. Keep the change.

-Of course I keep it! Now go, or I'll siphon every damn ounce of blood in your body to put it in my drinks!

-Try. I wink at her and pick the three glasses to bring them back to my table where I find Jean and the doctor both laughing their lungs out.

-What is it? I ask and give them their respective order.

-Apparently, you're an arrogant son of a bitch. Adelbert explains. According to Marie, of course... But if you ask me, she's only half wrong! He chuckles.

-You're not talking about my mother, at least? I ask and take the first sip of my drink.

Whatever he answers gets fuzzed by the feeling of the blood invading every single cell of my body in a euphoric wave.

-And there you can see one of the first things I have documented: Vampire drunkenness. One cannot get intoxicated if blood has not opened the way. I hear Adelbert explain once I snap my eyes back open to get focus out of my buzz.

-And afterwards? She asks.

-Alcool, opium, laudanum, cocaine... Anything will do, as long as it's paired with a bit of... Cranberry juice. I have not done much research with more modern drugs though.

-And by "research" he means he haven't tried it. I add. But yeah, they work too.

-Why have a body that can accommodate any substance without the least of side effects if it is not to act on it. And I can't ask my test subjects to do something I would not do myself.

-At least you're professional... I chuckle.

-Where is the loo in this place? Asks Jean as she gets up, only to lose balance and knock our table to the ground in a drunken attempt to stay on her feet.

-Oh no! Oh I'm so clumsy! She exclaims and gets down to pick up pieces of broken glass.

-It's alright, I'll take care of it, the toilets are the first door on the left.

She has barely left us that a much older vampire walks up to us from the other side of the club.

-Maybe it will teach you not to bring your human sluts in our places. She says, only inches away from my face.

-Regina, you spent the last two hundred years sleeping in your casket and you got up from your seat just to say this? Adelbert flies to my rescue.

She turns away from me only to grab him by the neck and put him up against the wall.

-You miserable little...

-Regina, if you refuse to leave my customers alone, at least agree to leave my bar! Marie jumps in and convinces the other woman to let go of my friend.

She spits on our feet before getting out and slamming the door behind her.

We help Marie to set the table back on its feet and to pick the shattered glass from the floor and Jean comes back right as we finish.

-Hey love, I think we will go now. I announce her.

-Hmm okay, are you taking me back to my place?

-Yes I'll drive you there, but I'm coming back to mother's home tonight.

I greet Adelbert and Marie goodbye, leaving her some more money because of the trouble we gave her.

The drive to her flat is pretty silent and it is only as I park in front of her building that she asks:

-Make me become like you, please.

-No. I answer unequivocally.

-Why?!

I sigh to give me some time to formulate a proper sentence.

-First, eternity's a bloody long time, second you've only seen the neat little glamorous part of being a vampire, third, it would put me in a kind of father figure regarding you, which I am not comfortable with, and finally you should think about it some more when you get sober.

She doesn't say a thing. God there it is, I upset her...

-Are you mad at me? I question.

-No, the things you said make sense... She mumbles and reach for the door.

-Wait, I'll give you my number. I get a pen from the glove box and write it on the back of her hand.

-Thank you. And good... She hesitates and cut her sentence short before looking at ger watch and adding with a little smile: Good morning, sleep well.

-Thanks. Be careful now.

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[mara-brekker]

Ice cream at 3am

Words: 704

Pairing: alex turner x reader, Y/N

a/n: Y/N = Your Name, Y/BF/N= Your best friends name

Requests

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i hate my job I should probably blame my mother for it, since it was her fault that I worked here. I never wanted to work in this bakery, but my mother wanted me to finally go to work even though I had more than enough to do with school. The only good thing about this job was that my best friend works here too. Every time Alexander Turner, a handsome boy from my school and a good friend of my brother's, came to the bakery to get something for his mother, he avoided me. He always ordered from my best friend and never from me. I guess he thinks I don't even notice him. "Alex 1:0 Y/N" laughed my friend when he left.

"Haha" I just answered. "He avoids me. Every time he's with Matt I try to talk to him but he avoids me!” I almost yelled. "He likes you, even a blind man can see that Y/N." She clarified.

-

"You should have seen her smiling at him and he didn't even look at her." Both of my friends laughed.

"Stop it," I said, groaning.

"You guys would be so cute together! I hope I’m invited to your wedding!" screamed one of my friends. I just rolled my eyes.

-

Matt, my brother, invited his friends over to our house today so they could rehearse for their band in our garage. I had only heard a few songs but I thought they were really talented.

“Matt take care of your little sister. Don't torch the house and no house party. You're in charge here while we're gone.” my mother said as she got dressed to go away with my dad. Matt nodded and disappeared into the kitchen.

"Y/N you're secretly in charge. Make sure your brother doesn't fuck anything up.” she whispered to me. After they left, I went to my room to read.

-

"Y/N we ordered pizza!!" I ran down the stairs to the kitchen to get my pizza. As I passed the living room, I saw Matt's friends and said hello to them. Of course, Alexander was also sitting there on the couch.

"I'll take my pizza upstairs, have fun you guys!" I called to Matt.

But when I came back down and threw away my pizza box, they were gone. And my chance to talk to Alexander was gone.

-

I definitely don't have a sleep rhythm anymore. When I looked at my alarm clock by my bed it was 2:38.

"Shit" I just mumbled. I went down to the kitchen to look for something to eat. When I didn't find anything in the fridge I was about to look in the freezer but was interrupted.

"Can't you sleep either?" asked a voice behind me. "Shit Alexander! You scared me.” I looked at him. "What are you still doing here?"

"Matt said your parents aren't there and offered us to sleep here," he replied.

"What are you looking for?" he asked me. "I want ice cream" I said and took out the strawberry ice cream. When I wanted to take a spoon I asked him: "Do you want one too?" He looked at me perplexed and then nodded hastily. I took the ice cream, the spoons and went to our garden to sit on the bench. Although it was night, it was quite warm. "I hate summer nights. It's just so warm," I said to myself. Alexander laughed and sat down next to me. I gave him his spoon and started eating the ice cream.

"Do you actually know how long I've been trying to talk to you alone?" I asked him.

"You wanted to talk to me? Why?"

“You are handsome Alexander. Why wouldn't I want to talk to you?"

"Alex... call me Alex." he said. "I am good looking?"

I think I blushed for the first time in my life. Alex next to me just laughed.

"Would you like to do something with me during the daytime?" he asked me.

"Gladly" I smiled at him. "You have no idea how Y/BF/N will freak out if I tell her about this. She's been planning our wedding since I was 12.” I laughed.

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Thanks for reading <3

[pansyfemme]

Omg kicks my feet. Hii hello. Umm what to talk about. I love oversharing so! Back when I first got on T, I let them take a blood sample. It wasn't needed but I was like "oh yea sure 8)!" bc it wasn't gonna cost me anything.

So, it gets done nice and quick, I get a little like gauze + tape badda bing badda boom. I went through my Whole Thing tm with insurance almost not covering my T Gel (would've literally exploded otherwise n cried).

I'm on call with my partner, to do my first dose. The T gel is drying on my arm, I'm shirtless, I get ANOTHER call. A like, restricted number/one that wasn't showing. Weird! So I tell him like, "hey I got another call?? Hold on???" I answer it, assuming it's going to be spam or a telemarketer.

Wrong!

A nurse from where I went to my appt. is calling. Uh oh!

"Is this so and so?"

"Umm yes!"

"Hello! I'm really sorry but your blood got left out too long in the locker and it froze. So it can't be used anymore. Can we reschedule you for an appointment?"

> blood frozen

BLOOD FROZEN????? I proceed to tell her, yea of course I can reschedule. Althemeanwhile I'm in shock over "did they forget about my blood???? How does it get left out too long????? Hello?????"

I get the new appt. set up, get back on call with my partner and then retell the story.

Originally, I was gonna go back to this place in spring, 3ish months? But now I'm gonma be going back in March to get my blood taken again. Which like, I guess it'll be a way for 'em to see how T is doing atm. And then again at what would've been my truw 2nd appointment.

My dose now has been treating me good I think! But I def wouldn't want to stay at this dose foreverrrr you know? I think I'm getting changes at a nice rate, even if it feels a little slow. I'm gonna ask next time (probably at appt. 3) about switching to shots bc like Greedy Little Guy who wants T changes a little bit faster. I'm getting them!! But like, I want more you know? I'm sure too though a lot more changes have happened but bc I check in daily since I need to apply Tgel daily, I miss the littler things.

This is a very big ramble >_<; hopefully you don't mind!

i dont mind at all i like when u ramble in my inbox TBH ^_^

but that sounds like a whole weird ordeal omg! I get bloodwork to check my t levels maybe twice a year now but when i was first starting out it was every six weeks for the first year and i hated it soooo much.. bc ive had a lot of misc health issues i get bloodwork pretty regurally and each time i would hope that my mom would be the one taking me bc she would take me out to breakfast or dunkin after and that was the only good thing abt getting bloodwork.

weird story of my own thats kinda similar was that i have like. awful veins. like awful awful ones that they can never find and i end up getting poked a LOT when i get bloodwork. but this is worse when i have to get surgery and i have to get an iv and cant drink any water beforehand. So when i was gettin my horomone blocker implant out, i had to get an iv hooked up, which im fairly used to. but they tried for like. half an hour with every method and they could not locate a single vein and had poked me multiple times in both arms so they were eventually like. ok we’re gonna grab an ultrasound for this, its the last resort. and so they did, and my Anesthesiologist for some reason was there and helping, probably bc they were taking so long and they just wanted to get me into the OR. and so the ultrasound is like a big machine and nothing is working on it. like theyre trying over and over again. and then a nurse walks by and comes into the room and is like. hey. you have to plug it in.and that made me feel great about going into surgery lmao…

blood freezing is a new one tho, ive literally never heard of that! i know they sometimes keep it warm but ive never heard of it freezing before.. it was weird bc i actually was interviewed by a few students for an article in a yale journal about my experience transitioning as a child in my city, and it was so weird going over all this stuff that happened ages ago i didnt know where to start 0_o.. im glad t seems to be working out ok, but the first few months r always kinda rocky and weird tbh!! i dont have experience with gel but i know the changes sometimes come at a different pace than injections! i hope u get to increse ur dose soon!

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[straightouttheslendermansionn]

𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓: Suicide Sadie

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: fem! reader, Sadie is mentally and physically scarred, fluffy :D

NOTE: So Sadie is no longer a creepypasta, but I'm insanely proud of this little drabble. Please support her original creator, @/pnckes on instagram! There, they have an official ref sheet for new Sadie!

Ah, homecoming.

The day where we celebrate the first home game of the season.

Brilliant.

I'd rather watch the game than be in here voting for a popularity contest, dancing, and forcing myself to awkwardly converse with people. Even if this is my last year of high school and I'm supposed to be "enjoying" myself. My friends ditched me to have what they call "fun," To each their own I guess, but I'm still a bit upset.

I'm getting butterflies and my legs are weakening under my fluffy dress. I can't do this anymore, really. But it'd be terrible if I went home early.

I mean, not terrible, but I'm not looking forward to a lecture about how I won't benefit from being antisocial. So I just have to force myself to smile and act happy.

I've felt this cold presence the whole time, though I swore that it was just weather. Everybody else looks so warm, but I'm getting colder and paler every moment. Even other people have noticed.

Then, in the corner of the room, I find this glowing light. I see a girl underneath it. She has beautiful blonde and flowing hair, a brown orb, and a... missing eye...?

Curiosity killed the cat, as they say, and I walked over to ask her about it. She started to glow a little as I walked up.

"H-hi there..." I stuttered. Her aura was cold, and not to mention, I'm socially awkward.

She looked away, and a blush had seemed to appear on her pale, glowing cheeks.

"I'm sorry, I-" I stuttered, and started to walk away, but her cold hand grabbed at me.

"No, please stay," she begged, giving me puppy dog eyes. They were almost irresistible.

"I'd think that you'd be scared of me, but somehow your reaction seemed more of being considerate and leaving me alone than being frightened. I'm not used to that." she said, a raised eyebrow and an awkward smile on her face. I could clearly tell that she wasn't used to talking to people.

"So... what happened?" I asked. She just averted her gaze. I thought I struck a nerve but then she looked back up at me and smiled at me again.

"While I'd much rather not explain," she said, but paused as if what was coming would be hard to phrase.

"I want to spend time with you."

"That's... interesting." I said, considering her proposal.

"I-if you don't want to..." she started, looking down at the ground, incoherently muttering the last part. Over the music it was hard to hear, but I understood what she was trying to say.

The air between the two of us was cold and silent for a moment. I probably look crazy over here, talking to thin air in a secluded corner while everyone else is twerking on each other and all that other junk. It's absolutely excruciating to watch, so I break the silence to distract myself. And this girl. I'm sure she doesn't quite like the look of the floor that much.

"You ever danced before? Y'know, with someone?" I asked her. She kept her head down. I was about to repeat myself when she responded.

"I could've, had my night not been ruined my a pig's blood shower." She muttered.

"You're joking, right?" I asked. She shook her head and a light chuckle came from her pale lips.

"Nope, kids were pricks back at my high school. Especially when most have a vendetta against you for being the prettiest or smartest or whatever." She slightly laughed through it, but she looked sad even through her laughter. I hesitated a little, but grabbed her hand gently.

"Wellllll since your dance was ruined for you and this is the song I requested, why don't we? I mean, it's no slow song, but it's still doable... I guess...?" I anxiously rambled. She averted her gaze and smiled, submitting to me.

"Lonely Dance" by Set It Off was playing. Nobody knew it, everyone was bewildered, but the adorable ghost girl and I took the floor. People must have seen her because everyone looked at me perfectly fine. The question is, how did they see her? Meh. Guess I'll never know. I'm no ghost expert.

She and I danced, incorporating ballroom dance with our own wacky moves. I sang along to it while dancing, and while my eyes were closed at certain points, I sensed her looking at me. She had been so taciturn and her mood so mundane and sad up until right now. Seemed like, for once, she was enjoying herself. It made me happy, especially considering the markings on her. Something must have happened, but all of that seemed to melt from her psyche for a good three minutes and ten seconds.

Lots of people had left the dance floor for this song, but eventually the bliss ended and the boisterous rap music rang through the sad little school gym that people called a "homecoming venue". Side note: truly disappointing, but it is what it is.

We got off the floor as soon as the snare and heavy bass started absolutely pounding our eardrums. She was actually dizzy and laughing. Even when she's laughing, she still looks upset. However, I'm glad she's enjoying herself.

"You wanna head out of here?" I asked her.

"There really isn't anything else that's gunna happen except for the crowning and if I know anything, neither of us wanna see that." I explained and she nodded in agreement. We headed for the exit, her arm hooked in mine.

We sat on the sidewalk near the school silently. It was serene; just fresh air and a calm dark night. The stars glowed and formed constellations in the sky. Tonight was absolutely gorgeous. I looked down at the girl next to me and she was still smiling. Albeit, it was fading, but remnants of the moment stay written in her expression. I put my hand on her shoulder.

"I'm proud of you," I told her, my voice as soft as a cloud in the sky above us.

"Why? All I did was dance... and... talk to another person. And show myself in front of a bunch of dumb teenagers that are prone to forgetting me anyway." She responded, not recognizing the effort that she knows it took to do that.

"Just that, my friend," I began, "It takes a lot to talk to people, let alone a human. Especially in your position. It really is a lot and if nobody else is proud of you because it's 'something you should already know how to do', then at least I am. Take it from someone who has been in a shell for a while. From the looks of it, you've been too. So, I'm proud of you. You're brave."

When I finished speaking, she was tearing up and smiling. Blood was leaking from her gauged-out eye, but she still cried pretty, even though I never really wanted to see her cry.

Even though I have known her for but a good thirty minutes, something about her speaks to me in a way no other experience has.

"That was years too late... but that means more to me than you could ever imagine..." She said, choking up.

She hugged me, her skin cold as ice and her aura just as cold. She squeezed tight, not wanting to let go. Her face burrowed into the crook of my neck and she scooted closer to become more comfortable.

"Thank you," she whispered as she faded away. I was confused and sad, but it's a ghost thing I'm guessing. Saddening, no less.

"I'll see you again soon." Her voice lingered as her form dissipated into thin air and left me alone under the calming night sky.

"I hope so." I muttered.

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[starkslove101]

CHAPTER 17: "Desperate measures"

(A/N: Hi everyone 

who's waited patiently and is still reading this story. I want to say thank you you've made it so far it means a lot to me. Please share, vote, and comment on this story the more the merrier! )

Tony grabbed my hand. "You've walked around with this for four months?" Tony talked to me softly as he wiped away the tears from my face. "I'm so sorry" he had this guilty look. Like the fight Steve and I had was his fault.

"It isn't your fault" I sniffed. "He's right you know" I grabbed a tissue and blew my nose. "I don't know who I am. I'm constantly on the run from whatever it is. I really can't do this anymore, Tony" I pleaded. He looked at me with an understanding look. I felt him shift a bit trying to get control of his anger. I knew he felt hopeless because he couldn't do anything. It wasn't like solving a mathematical problem or a suit that needs to be built.

Tony sighed as he placed his hand on top of my head. "It's not your fault either" he reassured me. "No one has ever been honest to you and here you are picking up the pieces" I looked up at him as he softly wiped the hair out of my face. He gave me a soft smile.

I enjoyed the touch of his warm hand against my cheek. A comfortable silence washed over us. He played with strands of my hair. "We need to figure out what this Avelora thing is," he said. His eyes trailing off to his computer.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked. Tony sighed and his brows furrowed for a minute as he was thinking. "Maybe, we can make contact," he said. I sat up.

"Is that a good idea?" I asked. "We just had an alien invasion" I stated. Tony looked away again his eyebrows frowning as he shook his head. Indicating that he didn't want to think about it. "I'm sorry" I sighed. Tony shook his head, telling me it was fine.

"I don't see anyone else giving us answers though" he also got up and made his way to his desk again. He was frustrated.

So, I decided to humble him. "Say we could make contact" I started. "How would you do it?" I asked. Tony raised his index and turned my attention to his screen again.

"Maybe this way" I took a few steps closer and read his screen. It showed instructions. It resembled a lot of an Ouija board. I scoffed. "You want to do a séance?" I quipped. Tony sighed as he grabbed my hand.

"Just humble me. We're out of options" He looked desperate.

"Let me think about it" I turned around and walked upstairs to the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of water when I got there.

I looked down at my hands as I moved a ball, which was supposed to resemble fire, between my fingers. I shine bright orange reflecting from the counter to my face. It felt almost comforting. It was short-lived however when I felt someone standing behind me.

It must've been something new to my powers but I could sense other people's auras. I refused to give the thought any time of day and I pushed it away. "You came" I whispered as I took a sip from my water.

"Well, not to sound overly romantic but you called" Fury quipped. I laughed sardonically.

"You're not so easy to get a hold of these days" I smiled softly as I turned around. He nodded slightly.

"I got something" he went through his pocket and gave me something that resembled something like a beeper. When Fury handed it to me, Tony walked up from his lab.

"Ransom what's taking you so-" he stopped in his tracks. "What's going on?" Tony asked as he took big steps from the door towards me.

"We might have our answer" I sighed as I felt the pressure falling off my shoulders a little bit. I nodded to Fury as a thank you before he left.

I smiled at Tony as I showed him what I was holding. "A beeper?" he quipped. "Are they still living in the 90s?" Tony joked.

"That would be fun though since I missed all of it" I joked back as I pushed and twisted some buttons. The screen turned bright orange as it said 'CONTACT MADE'. "We just wait, I guess" I shifted on my feet nervously.

I smiled as I played with the thing in my hands. My smile disappeared as fast as it came. Three red dots hovering over Tony's chest. Before I could say anything, my instincts kicked in. I jumped on top of Tony.

Bullets and glass scattered everywhere. Now I knew inviting fury wasn't a good idea. I had no clue where the shots were coming from. But I knew they were here for me. "What's happening?" he crawled up and hid behind the big kitchen counter.

"They're here" I said my voice shaky. My hands covered my head from the bullets and glass flying everywhere.

"I thought the Avelorians were friendly" Tony yelled as he pushed a button on his bracelet. A part of his suit covered his hand.

"No, it's Killian" I looked up from behind the counter and saw a dozen of soldiers standing in the living room. More were swarming in. "There's nowhere for us to go" I whisper/screamed. Sweat dripped from my forehead.

"Can't you just blow them up?" Tony said, his voice laced with panic.

"I could blow them up and 5 other blocks" I spit and Tony cursed.

"Tony we are stuck" I yelled. We were surrounded. There was nowhere for us to go. There was one option. I knew Tony wasn't going to like this. "We can wait until the Avelorians come" Tony suggested. But I shook my head as I had already made up my mind.

I raised my hands up in the air and walked from behind the counter. "Don't shoot. I surrender!" I yelled. A dozen guards, pointing their guns at me. Red dots on my chest. I wasn't scared I knew they couldn't kill me. They'd have to blow my heart out before they could.

"Ransom, what are you doing?" Tony yelled as he came up from behind the counter.

"Putting an end to this" I put my arms behind my back and fell to my knees. "You can come out now Killian I'm done hiding" The guards moved aside and Killian stepped in, adjusting his cuffs.

"Glad to see you've come around" a smug grin on his face. He turned to one of his people as that person handed him the collar. My mouth went dry instantly and my heart was beating out of my chest. There's nothing I could do now.

"Ransom, please you can't do this" Tony pleaded, tears streaming down his face. Tony was being held down. "I have no choice Tony" I can't let them hurt anyone else" I cried. Killian grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.

I did this for Vivian. She got hurt because of me. I couldn't let that happen again.

Aldrich then proceeded to put it around my neck. There was a familiar pinch in my neck and I felt all the energy leave my body. My arms and legs were the first thing to give out, after that, my eyes started to blur and lastly, my head felt like it was going to blow. Until finally I fell unconscious.

No one was going to save me now, no Steve, no Tony. No one is ever going to be able to save me now...

Tony.

I watched them carry her out of my house. Her shoes make a scraping noise against the ground. Her body was almost lifeless.

I felt like I couldn't breathe. It was only made worse when Killian turned around and grinned as he picked up his phone.

"Malik, we have her," he said, his voice deep and taunting. All I could feel was dread. I know they're going to kill her. It took me everything to try and pull myself out of their grip but one of them hit me in the head with his gun. I fell to the ground reaching for my head. As I pulled my hand back, my fingers were covered in blood.

I had no idea where they took her, I just cried. I tried to get back up, but my arms and legs refused to move. My head felt like it was about to explode. I lay there, looking at my ceiling, ears ringing and the room spinning.

"Oh, God" Pepper's voice chimed through the room yet it felt soo far away. "Tony, What happened?" I couldn't move, my head and heart just hurt.

Pepper walked in and grabbed a towel as she knelt down next to me. She put pressure on the wound. She looked down at me, worry all over her face. "They took Ransom" I cried. "Oh," Pepper sighed a sorry look on her face. She was still applying pressure on her wound.

"What did they do?" she asked as she pulled me up. I sat up and leaned against the kitchen counter again. I replaced Peppers's hand with mine so she could stop adding so much pressure. My head was killing me.

My chest felt heavy as I was thinking of her and how they carried her out. I looked at my bloody hand and then back up at Pepper, who was eagerly waiting for an answer. "They shot up the place and then she surrendered herself," I said, looking back down.

"We have to do something" I tried to get back up but Pepper pulled me back.

"Tony, there's nothing you can do," she said. She was right. I just rested my head against her shoulder and sighed as the pain in my head got worse.

"Pepper, can u get me an aspiring my head feels like it's about to fall apart" Pepper nodded quickly and got up. She rummaged through the cabinets.

"You probably need stitches," she said, grabbing bottles and throwing them aside until she found the right one.

"There's a solution somewhere in the drawer that should fix it" I pointed to a drawer underneath the kitchen counter. She looked down and opened it where she found it right next to the painkillers. She took both bottles and handed them to me.

"What is that" she asked. I avoided her question for a second as I popped the cap of the bottle and sprayed it on my forehead. Her eyes went big as the wound healed itself in seconds.

"It's something Ransom made in the lab a few months ago. Pepper pulled me up once the painkillers and the solution kicked in. I looked around for a bit trying to find my footing. I tried to make a plan. Who should I call?

My eyes darted around, looking for a trace or an answer. "Tony, what's this?" Peppers's heels clicked rapidly against the marble tiles.

"What?" I turned around. She handed me something. It was the beeper. It had stopped flickering. I looked at it for a minute as an idea popped. Pepper noticed but I just ran to the lab. I jumped straight to my desk. Pepper ran behind me, a confused look on her face.

"Tony, what's going on?" she asked. Her voice was soft and worried. I ignored her again and kept typing away on my keyboard.

"Call, Steve and Natasha" I ordered. "We're going to need their help," I said with a sigh. Pepper nodded and walked out of the room.

In the meantime, I started to get the screws out of the beeper. I found a USB port and connected it to my computer. Some unrecognizable code appeared on my screen.

Pepper was pacing as she tried to get a hold of Natasha and Steve. She cursed when her call was sent to voicemail again. She looked at me as defeated as I felt. I encouraged her to try again. She sighed and stopped pacing to look at me for a minute.

"Can I borrow your jet?" I looked up.

"Why?"

"I'll go get them myself" I nodded.

"Knock yourself out" She nodded a small smile on her face as she ran off, her heels clicking on the tiles.

I turned my head back to my screen as I tried to figure out the code but to no avail. "J.A.R.V.I.S?" I sighed desperately. I hoped they would have an answer.

"The code looks foreign, sir" I sighed. If Ransom were here she'd tell me that I'm too dependent on technology. I didn't give up however, I didn't give up and kept looking for answers. I went through different databases and servers but I was out of luck.

"This damn code" I grabbed something from my desk and threw it. I looked up when I didn't hear the thing fall to the ground. My heart beating faster. This probably wasn't my best idea but what else was I supposed to do?

I took a few careful steps as a silhouette was slowly appearing. Every instinct in my body told me to run but I fought against it.

"Show yourself" I yelled sticking my one gloved hand out, readying myself to blast the man. 

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[steelminds]

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[ WRITING QUESTIONS ]

1. What themes would you like to write about that you feel don’t get explored very often?

hmm. i really like writing about the little ways huge things can affect people, i guess?

i write about grief a Lot (like. more than i thought) and i know other people do too, but. i guess it's never really hit the same way that i always see it written? the obvious Big Sad is there, which is the most notable part, but i particularly like writing about the way it changes people, in ways that are both subtle and not. in heartache of july, which basically centers around sara's grief for joe, my favorite parts of it to write were definitely just. the habits she's formed. the way she can't do certain things anymore. she always leaves a note for ryoko if she leaves in the morning. she no longer uses her phone unless its an emergency. she hates quiet moments because all she remembers is quiet moments with joe and laughing doesn't feel the same, not even with ryoko, because there's somebody still missing. and it's so. it drives me insane and i looove putting it into words.

(additionally, on the other side of the scale: i just really like writing details of how characters rub off on each other you know. in warm, like a fire, ranmaru picks up all his teasing from sara & joe, who are constantly teasing one another, even prior to being close with the two... & while i don't discuss it in writing as much, the sonobenos have all exchanged stims from each other agehehe. sara occasionally calls joe buttercup to mess with him, esp because once ryoko called him that before they were close, and he was. insane about it.)

this bit got lengthy but <3 i'm normal about people. trust me

8. Favorite dialogue in your wip?

not between any important characters, but in chapter two of blood on whose hands? (which should be out soon!), joe overhears his classmates poorly whispering about what's going on with him & ryoko + sara. and it's honestly a little funny, if you ignore like. everything wrong here:

“Obviously, there has to be like– some kind of disagreement? Like, it doesn’t make sense for them to be so awkward around each other for no reason. They’ve been like, super close ever since they stepped foot in this building. I think Chidouin and Tazuna are way closer than Hirose is with either of them.” “What? No way. Didn’t Tazuna and Hirose go on a date?” “Yeah. With Chidouin’s help. Maybe it went wrong and now her and Tazuna are mad at each other?” “That doesn’t make sense. If it went wrong, wouldn’t he and Hirose be upset at each other instead? And it doesn’t explain why Chidouin’s attendance just suddenly fell off the chart. Like, I don’t really pay much attention to Tazuna’s, but she has this whole streak to keep up, you know? I’ve seen her come to school with a face mask on instead of taking a sick day.” “Huh. Good point.” His classmate slinks back into her seat. “Then damn, I’m stumped.” “Maybe because it’s none of your business? Not that I’m not intrigued, but you’re way too invested.”

15. What physical quirks do your characters tend to have?

stares. nail biting lip biting CHEEK BITING FOR SURE humming before answering somebody pacing Anndd snapping fingers . and thats all stuff i do eep

27. Do you have playlists for your wip? What are some of the songs in it?

YESS I DO !!! i only have one for blood on whose hands (which i'll put here), because typically i just make playlists for characters & listen to those when i write from their pov - and usually i don't use music anyway because i'm always writing super late and i don't want to go through the hassle of getting headphones anyway.

#thank u for the ask. i am insane about writing i'm realizing #asks! ★ #datastate #comet talks! ★

[mythacality]

"I feel safe around you" the Danse x X6 fic!

Chapter 3

New drinking game, take a shot every time I use softly/soft, gentle/gently or quietly/quiet. /j

Enjoy!

X6 was starting to get used to this life, three months and a few weeks had gone by since he left the Institute and he had a... friend, wich was a bizarre to him, but despite their differences the two got along rather well, even though X6 still got this weird warm feeling whenever he's around Danse.

Even when he's just walking beside him, the warm feeling is there... he's starting to think he might have to get that checked out.

"We're here." Danse speaks up, snapping X6 out of his thoughts.

"Shouldn't be much of a problem, just some fearl ghouls." X6 said looking at the area that was going to become a new settlement, currently being occupied by the fearls.

"Agreed." Danse said, nodding and readying his laser rifle.

~~~an hour later~~~

Danse breathed a sigh of relief

"Phew, there was more that we anticipated- but asides from that, the mission went well." He says, taking another breath before continuing-

"Good work as awlays X." Danse finishes.

"Mhm." X6 acknowledged, trying to ignore the weird fluttery feeling he always gets when he's praised by Danse.

Danse sets up the the radio tower while X6 sets up some basic defenses (some walls and guard posts)- A few hours later and their work is done, the sun is starting to go down as they leave.

As their makeing their way to Sanctuary Danse looks troubled, X6 feels...worried.

[Yeah I'm definitely defective, empathy is not something I'm supposed to have...] X6 thinks.

"You seem troubled, why?" X6 asks.

He can't believe he actually just said that.

"...Nate is going to blow up Liberty Prime and the Prwyn..." Danse says in a lowered voice.

"Oh." X6 says, a little caught of guard by Danse's honesty.

"I don't know how to feel about it..." Danse says, X6 can tell he's conflicted about this.

"Why? Didn't Elder Maxson banish you from the brotherhood and pronounce you dead?- And also haven't you've been shot on sight by the brotherhood?" X6 asks, there's actual concern in his voice.

Danse furrows his brow as he answers

"...I know the brotherhood will never let me back in, I know that... but I spent so much of my life dedicated to them and their beliefs... I still find myself working with their principles in mind." He sighs.

"I think I understand... I know Nate plans to destroy the Institute and I don't really know how to feel about it either." X6 says honestly.

"Different boats, same storm." Danse states.

X6 looks at Danse, he hadn't heard that saying before but figured what it ment. He looks back at the the road.

"Well I guess we both feel conflicted about the places we can't go back to being destroyed" X6 said sadly, there was a liquid suddenly welling up in his eyes- a sadness punching him in the gut, making him stop in his tracks.

Danse turns around to see X6 looking obviously upset, (even with his sunglasses on) and he steps closer to him.

"X?" Danse calls out, concerned.

X6 took off his sunglasses and tried to wipe the liquid coming out of his eyes... was he... crying...?

He tried to stifle a sob as he realizes that he hadn't really acknowledged his feelings since he left the Institute, all these feeling hit him in big overwhelming waves and he couldn't hold in anymore as he lets out a loud cries and falls into Danse's arms, tears streaming down his face.

He's having a hard time breathing, he finally takes a gasping breath when Danse puts his hand on X6's back.

A combination of ignoring and avoiding his emotions all his life and never being touched like this, made X6 grab onto Danse, griping his power armor as much as he could- sobbing against the middle of the torso- He starts to hyperventilate.

"Hey, hey deep breaths..." Danse soothes, putting his other hand on X6's back, being as gentle as possible.

X6 blinks hard and takes a deep shuddering breath in and out...

"That's good, keep doing that" Danse encourages softly.

X6 breaths deeply again, he keeps doing it until he finally calms down, letting go of Danse and stepping back- wiping his flushed face.

"I'm sorry..." X6 says, his voice shaking.

"Never apologize for feeling overwhelmed, or for feeling anything for that matter..." Danse says gently, he looks so concerned for X6.

X6 smiles at Danse, and quietly laughs.

"...t-thanks... please don't tell anyone about this..." X6 says, still feeling a little embarrassed.

"Of course." Danse said softly.

"Let's go home..." X6 says, starting to walk again.

~~~

X6 was never exactly happy to go back to the Institute back in his courser days, but he was happy to be home. He felt relaxed...safe even.

"Danse?" X6 said looking at Danse who had just sat beside him on the couch.

"Yes?" Danse answered curiously.

"I uh- really appreciate earlier..." X6 said, his face becoming flushed.

"Of course, I care about my friends, X..." Danse responded, smiling at X6.

Danse puts a hand on X6's shoulder, that warm feeling becoming stronger.

"Speaking of that, how are you feeling?" Danse asked concerned.

"B-better now, I'm still processing what happened..." X6 said, trying to ignore the urge to hug Danse, being touch starved was an under statement.

"That's good to hear, take your time with it- it seemed be a lot at once." Danse said gently, giving X6's shoulder a squeeze before he let go and spoke up again.

"If you want to to talk to me about it, I'll try to give the best advice and comfort I can." he said with a soft smile.

"Thank you, that's very kind" X6 said, feeling worn out from what happened today.

"I'm going to sleep..." He says, yawning.

"You've definitely earned it" Danse says, giving him a caring look.

~~~

X6 woke up with a gasp- he had dreamt that he was found and been taken back to the Institute, his breaths where rapid.

he tried to calm down- it wasn’t really working, X6 got off his bad and quietly paced around his room... he needed comfort, and with a racing heart he left room and knocked on Danse's bedroom door- he felt guilty about waking him up at 1 am... but he now knows what happens if he just stuffs his feelings down.

Danse opens the door to see X6 looking worried.

"What's wrong?" Danse asked, rubing his face.

"I'm sorry, I know it's late... I just- I had a nightmare a-and I can't calm down..." X6 stuttered, he never used to do that that.

"It's okay X, I said I'd be there for you didn't I? That includes 1 am in the morning." Danse says gently.

X6 listens to his inner wants and just hugs Danse, crying softly- he's never been shown such care in his life asides from Nate.

Danse is a little surprised by X6's hug, but he reciprocates it, gently rubing X6's back with one hand. He does this for a few moments, and then X6 pulls away, wiping his eyes.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Danse asks in a quiet voice.

X6 nods, heading inside Danse's bedroom, a oil lamp softly illuminating the room.

"You can sit on my bed if you want..." Danse offers.

X6 takes up on the offer and sits down, Danse sits besides him.

"I'm terrified that the Institute will find me" X6 says, taking deep breaths- trying to calm his shaking.

"I have the same fear actually..." Danse responded.

"Really?" X6 asks, looking at him.

"Yes..." Danse says softly.

X6 leans his head on Danse's shoulder, and when Danse's puts arm around him- he hugs Danse again.

"I don't know why I'm being so...touchy...I'm sorry..." X6 says in a quiet voice.

"It's okay X, it's okay... I really don't mind..." Danse reassures.

X6 takes some deep breaths...feeling tired... he eaily falls asleep in Danse's arms, he felt safe after all.

{End of chapter 3}

#my fanfiction #fanfic #creative writing #writing #my writing #fallout 4 #fallout 4 fanfic #danse x x6 #paladin danse #danse fallout 4 #x6 88 #fo4 x6 88 #slow burn #fluff #comfort

[lxckynxmber19]

Selfishly embrace the glory vengeance brings

#blood #injuries #bruises #smoking #oc #Nathan #my art #I guess I can't really call it a warm up anymore since I went back and fixed things lol #but it looks less wonky now #I toned down the lighting too cause it was a little much #this is post-dealing with Benny #aka my excuse to draw some bloody knuckles

[fluffymcu]

Hi this is quite quite unhelpful but I'm dying for some Tony x teen reader. Maybe with the reader being a mentee or something. I can't think of a exact scenario but the people in this community have started to severely neglect poor Tony 🥺🤣

It’s not unhelpful at all! I love Tony! And I completely agree there’s not enough Tony content anymore 😔😔😢

I’m a bit rusty but let’s give this a go!

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Tony was like a dad to you. After spending 2 years helping him at the compound after school and meeting all the avengers on the way, they became like your second family.

Your situation at home wasn’t exactly ideal. You never really went deep into that but let’s just say you enjoyed spending your time out of the house. So naturally you always looked forward to heading over to the compound to help Tony.

As the months went by, your relationship with Tony grew into a father-daughterly bond. And if course, Peter was like a brother to you, since you’d known each other since 4th grade.

You were currently on your break right now. Tony was in a meeting with the team so you had a couple of hours to yourself. You were scrolling on your phone while the tv played in the background. You had made yourself comfortable on the couch, bundled up in blankets.

You were the type of person to get pretty bored easily. Peter was out doing his evening swing around the city so it wasn’t long before you fell asleep, bathing in the warmth of your fuzzy blanket.

You don’t know how long you had slept but apparently you slept until the meeting had ended because you woke up to light chatter and a whiny Bucky.

“Ughh, Tonyy, get your kid off the couch, she’s been here ages. I wanna sit down.” He whined, softly kicking the foot of the couch to wake you up. You stirred softly and turned your body to snuggle the backrest. “Hey. Get up. Come on.” He said with an unimpressed face.

You groaned in annoyance and shrugged a shoulder at him. “Bug off. I’m sleeping.” Bucky rolled his eyes.

“I’ll sit on you.”

You turned and opened an eye to peek at him. “Don’t. You’re like 300 pounds.”

“Well, get up! There’s no space for anyone else. And for your information, I’m 225.” He deadpanned, beginning to poke at your belly until you’d move.

“Hehey!” You flinched harshly, letting out strangled squeaks since you realized you were pretty tucked in your blanket.

“Aww, you made yourself a little burrito and not you can’t get out; how fun.” Bucky teased with an un(apologetic smile, continuing to poke your belly.

“Aaah! Stop! Ihihit tihihickles!“ You laughed, wriggling in the blanket like a worm. “Gaaah! Buckyhyhy!”

“Tony come onnn, your kid’s being stubborn. She won’t get off the couch.” Bucky yelled, smirking at your giggles and poking at your sides, alternating spots to keep you guessing. You were still half asleep, making you laugh harder than you should be at the tickles, snorting and squealing every time bucky would poke you.

A moment later, Tony strolled in and took in the scene. “Kid, come on, Bucky likes his couch time. And plus, your break is over; back to work. Let’s go.” He said, waiting for you at the end of the couch.

Bucky still wasn’t letting up, but neither were you.

“Noho! You had a 3 hour long meeting and ended it right when I took a nap. Now you gotta wait on me until I finish.” You giggled, turning on your belly, hoping that would stop Bucky’s attack.

Tony raised an eyebrow at your smart reply and looked at Bucky. “Did you hear what I just did?” He asked.

“If I say yes, will you help get her of the couch?” Bucky asked. Tony sniffed and wordlessly walked over to your “sleeping” form and looked at you for a moment.

“Well, kid, if you wanna play it that way, I guess I can indulge in this little challenge you’ve gotten yourself into..” he shrugged, sitting and straddling your back, making you stiff up.

“H-hey, what are you doing?” You asked, wiggling a bit to try to get out. You should have tried to get out of the burrito when you had the chance!

“What do you mean?” He asked, digging his fingers on each of your sides, scratching at your ribs making you scream and flop around as much as you could. “I’m getting you off the couch.”

“Nohoho!! Tohohony plehehease!” You cried, pulling at your arms to get free but the more you tried, the more energy was zapped out of you. You couldn’t even kick your feet out since they were tucked in too!

“Gonna have to get rid of this…” Tony started, ripping the blanket off and technically freeing you, but quickly targeting under your arms. “Theeere we go, now we’re talkin.” He smirked.

You were screaming and kicking, finally able to turn around under him to fight him off. However you were already too weak to fight him with your whole strength, so he was easily able to keep the upper hand. “Well that was a mistake.” He shrugged, clawing his fingers and vibrating them into the middle of your belly. You arched your back with a scream and grabbed onto his hand in hopes of tearing it away.

“STOHOHOP TOHOHONY!!” You laughed, letting out tired giggles. “BUHUCKY HEHEHELP ME!!“

Bucky laughed loudly. “Are you kidding me? After you so politely told me to bug off and continue to hog the couch? Haha- you’re funny.” He chuckled, shaking his head. Tony chuckled along with him and lifted up your shirt. “Oh, what do we have here, Ms. Y/n?” He hummed, digging a finger into your belly button, making you arch your back with a high pitched squeal. “I see… an adorable little belly that’s hungry for raspberries.” He teased, scratching at your belly button relentlessly.

“PLEHEHEhehease dohohohont.” You laughed, throwing your head back in defeat. “I’ll get uhuhup! I prohohomise!”

“A bit too late for promises, hun.” He quipped, leaning his head down to blow a long raspberry on your belly, shaking his head into it to make it that much worse.

The scream you let out was surely heard throughout the compound and you pushed at his head with all the strength you had left. “DAHAHAHAD!” You instantly gasped as you realized what you slipped out and felt your face heat up hotter than and oven. “WAHAHAIT!”

Bucky gasped a bit and Tony was surprised by the word but didn’t relent in his attack. Bucky was grinning widely and Tony poured his lips to tease you. “Awww that’s too cute. You called me dad.” He teased, digging his fingers back into your ribs, giving them a few shakes to make you squeal.

“NOHOHO I DIDNT, STOHOHOP!” You we’re so embarrassed and upset with yourself. How could you let that slip out?

“Aww, I’m pretty sure you did. I heard it. Did you, Buck?” Tony teased, looking up at Bucky.

“Definitely heard it.”

“Yup! 2 against 1, y/n/n. You definitely said it.” He smirked, blowing a raspberry in the crook of your neck while squeezing at your sides. Your saliva caught in your throat with a squeal and you began coughing. Tony quickly let up and helped you sit upright. “Wooah, you okay? Don’t wanna kill you now. You alright?” He asked, rubbing and patting your back as you coughed a few more times.

You nodded shyly with a frown on your face. Tony noticed and his smile dropped a little. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Bucky took this as a cue to give you both some time, so he walked out the living room with a smirk on his face. He’d get his time on the couch later.

You sighed and shook your head. “I didn’t mean to call you dad. I just- I don’t really know why I did. I’m sorry. If you want me to stop coming to help for a while I understand.” You shrugged lightly. Tony furrowed his eyebrows and and placed his hand on your shoulder.

“Woah woah woah, what are you talking about? Why would I want you to stop coming over? You’re family, y/n!” He exclaimed, taken aback by your reaction. “I mean that. I know your situation at home isn’t good. And I also know what we mean to you. But now its time for you to know what you mean to us. And I’m sorry it wasn’t made clear before. But you’re literal family to us, y/n/n. We love you. You know how many times Peter has called me dad before? Now, are we related by blood? No. But he is literally the son I never had. He’s my kid. And so are you! Not one person on this team is related to anyone else here by blood… but we’re as close to a family as anyone can be. And don’t ever think for a second that you’re not part of it. You don’t have to be embarrassed that you called me dad. I actually found it quite endearing! And I’m glad that you see me in that way, cause I see you as my daughter too.” He smiled, kissing your forehead gently with much love.

You had tears in your eyes threatening to fall. Your own parents had never said something so heart-touching like this to you. You felt your heart burst with love and you instantly threw yourself into Tony’s arms in a tight hug. He quickly returned the gesture and held you tight. “Thanks, Dad.” You grinned, hugging his impossibly tighter.

Tony smiled and ran his hand up and down your back, his heart warming at your new name for him. “Of course, honey.”

Blood don’t mean a thing.

——

Ooof I’m really rustyyyy but hopefully y’all enjoyed 😂💙

#ticklish!reader #tickle fight #avengers tickle #marvel tickle #tickle fluff #tony tickles reader #tony x reader #avengers #marvel #marvel mcu #bucky barnes #bucky x reader

[lostinthewiind]

Piss Off Your Parents - Part 8

Ukai Keishin - Haikyuu

Synopsis: freshly turned 18, you want to prove to your parents that you aren’t a child for them to push around anymore. First, get a job at the local corner store. Second, use the store owner’s 26-year-old son with piercings and a cigarette addiction to piss your parents off. Third, accidentally fall in love.

Rating: PG13

Warnings: none

Song → 18 by Anarbor

Previous → Part 7

Next → Part 9

Feeling a body shift beside you, you slowly began to wake from your deep, dreamless sleep. With thin rays of sunlight shining through the crack between the curtains, you let a content, sleepy smile toy at the corners of your lips as you rolled over in Keishin's arms and came face to face with his sleeping form.

It had been over a week since you had started staying with Keishin and even though waking up beside someone every morning definitely took some getting used to, you were a little surprised by just how quickly it was beginning to feel normal. Not only that, but you never slept better than you did in Keishin's bed with his warm, calming presence beside you and strong, protective arm draped over your waist.

Eyes closed and lips slightly parted, Keishin was fast asleep. His chest rose and fell rhythmically and at some point during the night, just like every other night, his hair—which wasn't tamed by the headband while he slept—had gotten all messed up and a few strands had fallen into his face.

Whenever you woke up before him, you would always take the chance to just look at him. While he slept, he seemed completely and utterly at peace—no longer burdened by the stress of coaching volleyball, working at the store, and no doubt whatever extra problems you had brought into his life. You thought back to the time you had watched him sleeping on the couch in the back room and sighed happily; the thought of how much things had changed in such a short period of time truly putting things into perspective.

Unable to keep your hands to yourself any longer, you reached out slowly and brushed the loose strands of hair out of his face and tucked them behind his ear—the same way you had done when you two had first had sex and the same way you had done countless times since.

Keishin could sleep through a thunderstorm or the sound of you calling out his name, but as soon as he felt your fingertips graze against his cheek, his eyes fluttered open. Upon noticing he was awake, you made your touch more prominent and caressed his face.

"Good morning," you whispered, unwilling to raise your voice any more than that and ruin the soft ambiance of the early morning.

Keishin leaned into your touch and smiled softly. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," you answered as you ran your thumb along his bottom lip, internally debating if you should ambush him with kisses now or wait until he had woken up a little more first. Chuckling to yourself over your own thoughts, you caught yourself staring at his lips and directed your gaze back to his eyes. "I'm just looking at you."

Keishin scoffed as he pressed a gentle kiss to your thumb. "Why?"

"Because you look so beautiful when you're asleep," you told him matter-of-factly. "Not that you don't always look beautiful," you added quickly before he could make some sort of sarcastic comment.

Keishin rolled his eyes before pulling you flush against his chest and kissing you. "You're such a sap, you know that?"

You laughed. "First, I'm dramatic. Now I'm a sap. What's next?"

"I have no idea." Keishin shrugged the best he could while lying down. "What I do know, however," he glanced at the clock, "is that we need to get up and get ready."

Following Keishin's gaze to the time, you huffed sadly when you noticed there were only five minutes left until your alarm would go off, forcing you to get ready to open the store. "Can't we just stay in bed all day?" you asked, hoping you could convince him to stay under the covers with you.

"Not unless we want to go broke and end up living under a bridge together."

You chuckled as Keishin crawled out of bed, the temptation of slapping his ass gently when he stood up almost too much but you managed to control yourself. "Together?" You grinned. "You'd stay with me even if we were both dirt poor?"

Keishin rolled his eyes playfully at your takeaway from his statement. "Of course." He collected his clothes before making his way around to your side of the bed and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "But I think I like plumbing and heating too much to give them up, so let's shower and get ready."

Sitting up in bed, you cocked an eyebrow. "You want to shower together?"

Keishin flashed a devilish smirk as he headed for the bathroom. "Purely for the purpose of saving water." He disappeared into the bathroom and seconds later his boxers flew out and landed on the floor, indicating he was completely nude. "But if you hate the planet, then I guess that's on you."

Your cheeks flushed red but nevertheless, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and began removing your clothes as you approached the bathroom. "Sure," you laughed as you closed the bathroom door behind yourself and let your eyes wander over Keishin's wet, naked body as he stood under the steaming water. "If it's for the planet, how could I possibly say no?"

20 minutes of passionate kissing and soapy hands exploring every inch of each other's body later, the two of you towelled off and finished getting ready before sitting down for a quick breakfast together.

"So the volleyball team has a game today, right?" you asked Keishin as you poured milk into your bowl of cereal. Keishin nodded. "What time do you think you will be home?"

Keishin thought for a moment before answering. "Probably around six or seven tonight. The game is right after school so it shouldn't run too late."

"Okay." You sat down across from him at the table. "Should we get dinner after I close up the shop?"

Keishin nodded again. "Sounds like a plan."

With a few more bites of his breakfast, Keishin was setting his dishes in the sink, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head, and rushing down the stairs and out of the building to start his day.

As you listened to his footsteps stomp down the stairs, followed by the sound of the back door opening and closing to indicate that he had left, you sighed to yourself and sat back in your chair. It was then that you took a minute to think about everything; your job, your boyfriend, your living arrangements, your tattered relationship with your parents. In the span of a few months, your life had completely turned upside down, but that wasn't the part that freaked you out the most.

What really got you thinking was the fact that, even though your life had done a complete 180, you had never been happier; which led to the constant internal questioning about if you had ever really been happy before you had met Keishin at all, or if this was just a different kind of happy—a happy that only a stable, supportive significant other could provide.

Before you had the chance to get lost in your thoughts, you snapped out of it, finished your breakfast, and headed downstairs to open the shop and begin your day.

As usual, you dealt with the typical morning rush of people stopping in to grab a coffee or other various food items on their way to work or school. Once the mid-morning slump hit and the customer traffic went way down, you took the time to do some routine cleaning and inventory. By now, you were like a well-oiled machine when it came to the daily task of running the store.

Around noon, as you were finishing up stocking some shelves, the front door opened and a very well-dressed man strolled into the store. "Hello," you greeted him, standing from where you were kneeling in front of the shelves and dusting off your pants.

The man gave you a once over, eyeing you from head to toe. Without so much as an acknowledging nod, he brushed past you and toward the full-length fridges at the back.

Assuming the man just wasn't in a chatty mood, you took the empty boxes to the storage room. When you exited, the man was already standing at the front counter, impatiently tapping his foot while he held two bottles of water in his hands.

"Sorry for the wait," you apologized. "Just the waters today?"

The man just nodded and let out a grunt.

Trying not to take his dismissive attitude too seriously, you rang up his purchases and gave him the total. Instead of pulling out his wallet, however, he just gave you a dirty look.

"That's a little expensive for two bottles of water, don't you think?" he retorted.

You didn't know what to say to that, so you shrugged. "I'm sorry, I don't make the prices, sir," you told him. "I just work here."

Huffing loudly, the man fished his wallet out of his back pocket and pulled out some bills before tossing them haphazardly onto the counter. "Fine. Don't forget my change."

Before you could open the cash register, the front doors opened again and a woman dressed in a beautiful dress with her hair done up elegantly walked in and stopped beside the man before you. "Have you paid yet?" she asked the man, who was either her boyfriend or husband based on the way she was hanging off of his arm. "I just realized I'm out of cigarettes."

"I'm just paying now," he told her, his face softer than you had seen it yet before he turned back to you and asked for the brand of cigarettes that his partner smoked.

Spinning around, you felt your stomach twist at the sight of the empty dispenser of cigarettes, meaning that you were out of the brand he had requested. Of course, the delivery for that day hadn't come in yet, making your job even harder right now.

Plastering the warmest smile on your face that you could muster, you turned back to the couple. "I apologize, but we are all out of that brand. Can I get you something else?"

The woman rolled her eyes. "No, everything else tastes like garbage."

"I see." You stepped back up to the cash register. "So just the waters then?"

The man nodded. "I guess so if your shitty little store doesn't even stock up on popular brands of cigarettes." He watched you intently as you opened the register and counted his change. "I knew we should have stopped somewhere other than this hole in the wall."

As much as you so desperately wanted to rip this man and his spoiled girlfriend a new one, you bit your tongue instead and grinned as you handed him back his change. "Here you are." You dropped the coins into his outstretched hand. "Have a wonderful day."

Neither one of them said anything in response as they turned on their heels and marched out of the store, noses turned up at everything around them. As you watched them get into their fancy car and speed away, you wondered if they treated everyone like that or just lowly corner store workers like yourself.

Trying to let the incident slide off of you like water off of a duck's back, you returned to the remaining tasks on your to-do list and tried to forget all about being treated like a second-class citizen.

As the day turned to late afternoon and the after-school and after-work rush hit, you had found your way back into your groove again.

An hour or so before closing time, and roughly around the time Keishin would be returning, you heard a pair of heels clacking against the tile floor and stood up front behind the counter only to come face-to-face with your mother. Dressed in a pencil skirt and blouse, it was obvious she had just come from work, but your attention was more focused on the envelope she was holding out to you.

"This came for you the other day." She didn't even bother with a simple greeting even though it had been weeks since you had seen or spoken to her or your father.

"Oh, okay." You reached out and took the envelope from her. Turning it over, you felt your heart jump into your throat when you read that it was from the University of Tokyo.

You looked up at your mother expectantly but she waved you off. "Don't ask me what it says, I didn't open it," she said, folding her arms across her chest. "Why didn't you tell your father and me that you applied to the University of Tokyo? It's a very good school."

"Because I didn't do it for you," you said as you tucked the envelope into your back pocket. "And I certainly didn't do it to go to law school or anything you guys would approve of."

Your mother narrowed her eyes at you. "Then why did you do it?"

"To play soccer," you answered, your mind immediately going to the conversation you had had with Keishin while taking inventory together. "And because I told someone I would."

Your mother eyed you for a minute more, waiting to see if you would reach for the envelope again to open it. When you made no indication of sharing your application results with her, she hummed softly. "Well, whatever that letter says, you should take some time to seriously consider what your next step is going to be." She turned to leave but stopped halfway to the door and looked at you over her shoulder. "It's not too late to make the right choice. Think carefully before you throw your life away."

With that, your mother exited the store, leaving you with a mixed slurry of emotions and no clue how to deal with any of them.

Pulling the envelope out of your back pocket, you set it down on the counter in front of you and stared at it. Whatever was printed on the single piece of paper inside would set a course for your future . . . although you were unsure if you even still wanted the future that this piece of paper could give you.

All you wanted was to be happy, and all you knew was that Keishin gave you that.

Anything more felt like asking for too much.

Anything more felt like a gamble that wasn't worth the risk.

#piss off your parents #part 8 #haikyuu #haikyuu!!! #sexy time #haikyuu smut #lostinthewiind #reader insert #reader imagine #x reader #ukai keishin #ukai #ukai x reader

[leepumpion]

Tension | Hange x reader +18

Summery : you have a fat crush on Hange but you never thought it would go anywhere, that is until today

Tags : female Hange, lesbian sex, oral sex, Hange being to hot to handle 🙄

A/n : I’m sorry the writing at the end was kinda rushed and a bit shitty but I hope you enjoy:)

Word count : 1k

The potent smell of varying chemicals and the endless amount of documents that seemingly don't  have a home is what I have become accustomed to. While the smell of something burning would've alerted me only a couple of months ago, now I don't even think twice about the constant smoke that lingers around the lab.

But there is one thing I don't think I will ever get used to, that being the one and only Section Commander Hange. No matter how many long days I spend in the lab with Hange, I can never get used to the sporadic nature of the woman.

But her actions were never the problem, it's the way she makes me feel things I've never felt before. I couldn't even count the amount of times that I have gotten myself distracted by finding myself entranced by every little thing about her. I don't know what it is about Hange that makes me feel this way but it's all so foreign to me. And to be honest i hate it. I hate the way she makes me feel so good, even though I know it is wrong.

And a sick part of me hopes she notices my feelings, in the slight chance that she might feel the same. but I know it would be wrong. Not only am I in a strictly professional relationship with Hange, being her assistant, But we are also both girls. Girls can't love girls and that's just the way it is, the way it's always been.

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I walk into Hanges office and place down a warm cup of her favourite tea, admiring the way she smiles and thanks me even when deeply consumed in paperwork. As I walk around the desk to seat my self Hange finally looks up from her papers and gives me a almost a pleading look.

"May I help with your paperwork section commander?" I offer, knowing that's what she wanted to hear. "Thank you darling"

"And I remember telling you to call me Hange when it's just the two of us" her voice deep and strained for the days work.

I nodded as I tried to ignore the way my heart fluttered at her choice of words, instead focussing on the work in front of me.

And that's how it went for a few hours. But then seemingly out of nowhere I got the overwhelming feeling of being watched, so I looked up for the first time since immersing myself in the work. And my gaze was met with a pair of beautiful brown eyes. She looked at me for a second before breaking eye contact and chuckling. " sorry I didn't mean to stare, I was getting a bit distracted"

Fuckfuckfuck i dont know if I can do this anymore. I try and get back to work but the air in the room suddenly felt thick, the heavy tension feeling like it could swallow me whole.

And then suddenly, as if on cue, both me and Hange looked up at each other, eyes locking. That's when, with no words said, Hange stands up, walks over to me and smashes her lips on mine.

In the shock of it all I just stand there trying to comprehend what the hell just happened, but I'm guessing Hange took that as rejection and pulled away.

"Shit- I'm so sorry, I'm must of miss read the-" and before she could explain I leaned in and kissed back.

Hange quickly took the lead as she slithered her hand down to my waist so softly pull me into her. As the kiss got more and more messy, I could help but be hyper aware about the way my hips are flush up against her upper thigh.

Just as I thought this couldn't possibly get anymore erotic, she subtly pushes my hips forward into her thigh then back again in a almost rocking movement. I whimper into the kiss which prompts her into doing again, and again until I've become a whimpering mess beneath her.

"Your so fucking hot y/n" she said as she pulled away and looked down at me.

I lean back to support my myself self against the desk but Hange grabbed my hands and pushed me down so I was now laying on the desk.

Still not having shared any real words, she quickly started to in button my shirt, she kiss my body every time she exposed a new area of skin, making sure I feel like the most beautiful person in the world.

When she finally finished worshiping my body she finally reached my pants. Before going to unbutton the she looks up at me as if to ask if I'm ok with this. So of corse I nod my head, and the continues to undress me.

Now being naked in front of Hange, for the first time this evening it all hit me and I started to feel embarrassed of my body. But, almost as if she felt me tense, she placed the soft opened mouth kisses onto my thighs, calming my nerves a bit. But all thoughts got thrown out the window as soon as I felt her tongue on my against my slit. “F-fuck Hange!” She hummed against me in response making me moan out even more.

And of corse being a total virgin it really didn’t take me long at to build up towards my orgasm. All I could think about is Hange. And then it hit me like a fucking train, “Ah! I’m coming- fuck oh I’m coming!” I practically screamed as my vision blurred and I was in complete and utter ecstasy.

And as I came down from my high I look up to see Hange grinning at me like a exited kid. “ I think I love you y/n!” She ecstatically stated.

And all I can do is look up at her in shock, still trying to process everything that just happened. And for the second time to today hanged face dropped at your silence, thinking that it meant rejection. But before she could say anything I replied. “ I think I love you to Hange”.

She squealed and hugged me but then quickly remembered what state I was in. She she swooped me up and took me to the bathroom to get cleaned up. “But you didn’t get to y,know” I said feeling bad for only being on the receiving end, but she shut down that guilt by telling me that we can do the another time. Mhh yes, another time :)

Ahhh this was rushed I’m sorry the the writing declined through out but I’m kinda struggling with lots of uni work rn. On another note, thanks for reading ❤️

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[niksfics]

↬ WHAT COULD NEVER BE

↬ PAIRINGS: bokuto x f!reader? (Side) atsumu x f!reader

↬ WARNINGS: nothing really. Just some heart wrenching angst, bokuto is careless with your heart I guess

↬ SUMMARY: you fell in love with your bestfriend but your bestfriend has never felt that way about you.

↬ A/N: I totally did not cry while writing this pft

↬ WC: | 1.7K |

My first year at Fukurodani had been lonely to say the least. I had been new to the area wheras everyone else had gone to middle school together, and I'd been the odd one out. The cliques had already formed leaving me to fend for myself.

My second year though I'd seen a flyer for the boys volleyball team needing a new manager. I signed my name against my better judgement and hoped for the best. When I'd shown up to the first practice game after a talk with the coach, I had realized signing that flyer was the best decision I'd ever made.

Bokuto Kotaro a second year -at the time- like myself was just a ball of energy. He was an honest to god enigma. Being around him was just intoxicating, a rollercoaster you never wanted off of. We got along fairly quickly and him and the rest of the boys had made my second year a little less lonely.

In my third year I was always greeted in the halls, by my fellow classmates who'd known me because of Bo. When he'd learned that I was basically friendless in my second year he'd gone around and introduced me to just about everyone he knew. Eyes shining with love and happiness. That was the third time my heart had skipped a beat because of him.

By the time I realized the butterflies in my stomach increased as the months went by in my eventful second year, the more I realized I was falling in love with my best friend. My heart thumping against my rib cage every time he'd look at me. My skin lighting on fire as his skin brushed against mine. My breath catching in my throat whenever he'd look at me a certain way, or whenever he leaned down to whisper something in my ear. He made me feel breathless and I could never get tired of it.

The day I realized my bestfriend, Bokuto Kotaro, just might not be in love with me as well was the day I'd stayed late after practice to put some of the equipment in the storage closet. I'd been proudly wearing his jacket. It swallowing my body because that's just how big he was. He'd rounded the corner into the closet and smiled at me sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

"Y/n, I was wondering," he'd paused and my heart beat against my chest almost as if it was gonna burst right through my skin. The breathless feeling coming back and I felt myself starting to smile until he'd finished his sentence, "well uhm... I was wondering if I could have my jacket back, Koyuki is cold and I don't want her to freeze," my smile dropped in an instant. The way he'd said her name, it was.. well it was different than whenever he said anybody else's name. "Oh yeah sure Bo, lemme just put this stuff down really fast," I'd turned from him nose stinging from the tears welling up in my eyes, and I swallowed the lump forming in my throat down. Suppressing every single emotion in my body.

I'd handed him his stupid jacket back and slammed the door closed as I watched him drape it over her shoulders and she smiled brightly at him.

I should have known then. Known that he was falling head over heels for akaashi's twin sister, because when bokuto falls in love it's not quiet, its loud and powerful and passionate and it'll swallow you up if you let it.

Koyuki akaashi did just that. Let his love consume her like the raging fire it was. They were a beautiful couple. A match made in heaven.

She was beautiful and confident. His personal little cheerleader. She was undoubtedly the most wanted girl at our school. She was perfect for him. I knew that. I felt it, and I tried my damn hardest to be so happy for him. To love him differently. The way he loved me. Platonically. I watched them fall in love.

Watched him kiss her with a passion I only dreamt of feeling from him. They held looks of love whenever they looked at the other. The hardest part though. The hardest part was she was the kindest, sweetest girl you'd ever meet. A heather. No hidden agenda. Nothing like those girlfriends in the cliche best friends to lovers trope books. She welcomed me as a friend and fully supported me as bokutos bestfriend. She was impossible to hate, and how could I hate her when she was the reason my best friend smiled the way he did. The reason his breath caught in his throat just the way mine did.

When we graduated and I'd become a cheerleader for the MSBY Black Jackals, because I'd promise Bo to not leave his side. Promised I'd followed him to the ends of the earth. We were y/n and bokuto. We came in a pair. It was hard. Hard being around him when he'd talk about Koyuki and how he couldn't wait to feel her again and how it was so hard being away from the person you love more than anything, and then he'd say "you know?" With his puppy eyes, and I'd just shrug and agree.

The way I'd wished and hoped that it wouldn't last. That somewhere in bokutos head he'd realize she wasn't the one. That they'd get in a fight too big to cool down from. The more I'd wished that the more I felt guilty. Why would I wanna ruin my bestfriends happiness? Why would I wish that to go away?

So when shoyo hinata asked me on a date, I'd excitedly agreed. Finally I could, maybe, forget about the big himbo I'd fallen for. No. In fact that made it worse. I found myself comparing hinata to bokuto. The way hinata walked, the way hinata talked, the way Hinata's touch didn't make my skin burn up quite like bokutos did. Me and hinata didn't last. It was a disease, and I was dying. Being eaten from the inside out. My very heart collapsing in on it self, and when he'd proposed to her. God, the way I cried. The way I ached. The way my chest clenched and the tears finally fell.

"Y/n, what's wrong?! What did I do?" He asked desperately grabbing my wrist as I'd gasped and tried to turn.

"Nothing Bo, I'm so happy for you!! These are happy tears Ko!"

He smiled big and bright. Bokuto wasn't dense. He was more aware of anyone's feelings than he was of his own. Either he saw the pain in my eyes that night and ignored it, or he saw it and in fear of our friendship crumbling right in our hands that night swallowed down what he'd wanted to say. It was the latter.

The day of the wedding finally came. Here I stood, next to my favorite boy. Waiting at the end of the aisle for a girl who was not me. My bestfriend, the boy.. no man I'm in love with. Tearing up as is his wife to be walked closer towards him.

Tears gathered in my eyes and I forced a smile as they fell down my face. Atsumu tapped my shoulder. I turned and he'd held open his arms. I'd buried myself in the tight embrace of the setter who knew. Who knew the story. Who'd held me as I cried many times. Times just like this one. He kisses the the top of my head and I turn back around catching the eyes of bokuto.

After the ceremony everyone had gathered at a venue for the reception. I walked away from the laughter. The buzz of the party and the cheers as the groom dipped the bride and kissed her.

Unfortunately for me, he'd soon noticed my absence and come to find me. "Y/n" he whispered hand closing over my elbow, and a warm, salty tear rolled down my cheek and stopped at the corner of my lip.

I turned away from the salty water washing over my feet, and my toes dug in the sand. "Don't touch me" I tried my hardest to sound determined, but my voice cracked.

"What was it? What does she have that I don't Ko?" I asked. Desperate. Reaching for anything. Grasping at straws.

That's when I looked at him, and his eyes said it all. He was never very good at hiding his emotions. His eyes always gave him away, and he'd known. He knew the whole time. I knew that now.

Lovely Bokuto Kotaro had known all along.

He was quiet for a minute. "You have everything that she has and more." He said what he felt and bokuto never lied. He hates lies I knew that.

"Then why not me? I know you knew. You knew the minute we were sitting in that boba shop and you looked at me staring at your hands interlocked. I know you realised. Then and there." I pulled my elbow away from his hand.

"I love you y/n, just not in the way I love koyuki," he says it so casually as if he'd just told me he'd left my purse on the counter. Not tenderly. Not carefully.

My eyes closed collecting myself, "don't you think I know that Bokuto? Don't you think I've cried over that every night for years? I know you do, and God it's so fucking hard to be happy, and bite my tongue. To swallow down the word vomit, because I love you so fucking much, kotaro. I've loved you since the middle of our second year, but now you've gotta let me go. Leave me behind." I turned back facing him again.

"Please don't ask that of me, you know I can't do that. That'll kill me sweets-" I stopped him and turned to glare at him, "you can't fucking call me that anymore. That's a pet name for lovers, not for a man who is married to use on his bestfriend."

You could hear someone walking towards you guys, "y/n?" You knew that voice. "I'm here tsumu," you sighed. Moving around bokuto and walking closer to the setter. "Just... just.. enjoy you're honeymoon Bokuto, and please let me move on and heal. Congratulations on your marriage"

You smiled softly at him kissing bokuto on the cheek as you took the hand of the blonde. Atsumu smiled down at you, heart beating faster just like yours did the day you made eye contact with bokuto for the very first time.

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[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦 𝐺𝑙𝑎𝑧𝑒𝑑 (𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑖 𝑆𝑎𝑛) 𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚒 𝚂𝚊𝚗 (𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣)× 𝚂𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎)

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝙸𝚍𝚘𝚕 𝙰𝚄

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𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚃𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚞𝚙𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚈/𝙽 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚂𝚎𝚖𝚒-𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢, 𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢, 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚓𝚘𝚋, 𝚊𝚋𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐?) 𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗), 𝚂𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 '𝙽𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚊' 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚐𝚎. 𝙳𝚘𝚖! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 × 𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚢! 𝚂𝚞𝚋 𝚂𝚊𝚗

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Y/N took a deep breath as her hand held tightly onto the doorknob of the dressing room. She tried to calm herself, or more specifically, her body. Then again, no amount of preparation could help her when it came to Choi San, the man was unpredictable and absolutely cunning. And the worst part was he knew he was charming, using it to his advantage and then playing coy about it whenever she called him out on it. Not wasting anymore time, she turned the knob and swiftly walked in, tossing her bag on the couch by the wall before beginning to take off her coat to hang on the rack.

"Hello Noona."

She was greeted by the innocent looking dimple smile of the idol she had been assigned to, hands folded across his lap, giving him the aura of a perfect and obedient angel......

When he was everything but that.

"Don't start San, we don't have time for your jokes. The sooner we get you ready, the sooner I can leave."

San poked his bottom lip out, a soft, muffled whiny hum vibrating against his throat.

"You seem to be in a bad mood Noona....aren't you at least happy to see me?"

She rolled her eyes at his question as she began laying out all the stuff she was going to need to prepare him for the photoshoot. Missing a few palettes, she bent over to open the last drawer on the vanity display and began rummaging through its contents. She was completely unaware of the eyes that were now checking out her ass as she was hunched over, the position slightly rising her skirt up.

"Did I mention you're looking especially lovely tonight...Noona?"

Tilting her head over, she caught him as he bit his lip as he shamelessly looked up and down her legs. When he saw she noticed, he didn't shy away or apologized, he merely sent her a wink and went back to gazing at her glorious backside.

"You're a pervert." She accused him as slammed the drawer closed after finally finding what she was looking for.

"I'm simply admiring a beautiful piece of art. Is that such a crime?" He grinned at her.

She hadn't even started yet she already felt exhausted and aroused by the man sitting in front of her. Squirting some of the foundation onto the mixing tray, she picked up a beauty sponge and began dabbing it onto San's already flawless face. He might liked to tease her every now and then, but if there was one thing she appreciated was the fact he stayed still whenever she was working, never moving and always following instructions when she asked him to lift his head or close his eyes when she needed him to. It almost made her think that he was actually a good little boy, so poised and obedient....

And then he'd pull out some stupid shit that made her remember his true bratty nature. Stupid shit like what he was doing now: his hand was gently gliding across her leg, dangerously coming up towards the hem of her skirt. She swallowed a non-existent lump in her throat, clearing it out as she was determined not to loose focus and continued to blend out his contour and shading before moving onto his eyebrows. She could tell him to stop or move away, if she did, she knew he'd at least have the decency to stop and not do anything for the rest of the day. But she didn't want to do that this time. She was tempted to find out just how far he'd go, just how much could she actually let him get away with.

San was also amazed she hadn't slapped his hand away, which he took as an invitation to continue. Sliding his hand up, he cupped one of her ass cheeks and squeezed it softly. His fingers tugged at her panties and pulled on them slightly before releasing them and letting it hit against her skin. When he saw her momentarily pause, he smirked at finally getting her to react. But he was soon disappointed when she chose to ignore him once more and instead move to work on his eye makeup. Not willing to stand and be ignored, he cupped her ass with both of his hands, pulling her closer that she nearly toppled over and fell on top of him, but luckily regained her balance before that happened.

"Have you been working out Noona? Your ass feels a lot firmer and rounder since the last time I touched it."

He couldn't keep the satisfied smile off his face as he began dragging down her panties past her thighs until they were pooling at her ankles, a clear wet stain visible in the center of them.

"Noona are you perhaps needy?" He chuckled.

Stepping out of her panties, she kicked them out of the way before resuming her previous task.

"The only thing I need at the moment is for you to keep still or else your eyeshadow is going to be a mess." She told him.

"Speaking of making a mess, do you know what I wanna see?"

With a shit eating grin on his face, he swiped his index and middle finger along her folds, collecting some of the slick she had already accumulated.

"Wanna see you make a mess all over my hand."

Although she would love nothing more than for him to fist her if he wanted, she couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow up at him, a slight scoff coming out her lips.

"Can you even do that? It wouldn't surprise me if in the end, Choi San was nothing more than an all bark no bite kind of boy."

From out of the corner of her eye she saw him frown angrily. He always did hated having her refer to him as a 'boy.' She didn't care, deep down she knew he was nothing more than a brat that she would love to tame if given the opportunity. And besides he was doing her a favor as he began swirling his fingers around her hole. Pushing them in, he couldn't believe how unbelievable warm she was nor how her walls were practically sucking him in.

"God Noona, I can barely get my fingers out."

He began to thrust his fingers in and out of her, making sure to curl them up so they could graze along the roof. When he felt her shudder as he hit a particular spot, he knew he had found what he was looking for.

"Right here Noona?" He teased as a kept his fingers buried in her, flicking the tips across where he assumed was her g-spot.

"Oh my god yes!" She didn't care if her words boosted his already high ego, all she cared about right then was getting him to continue until she was spasming under him.

San released a light humming tune as his fingers continued their assault on her wet cavern. Wanting to boost her pleasure even further, his thumb began to rub her clit, drawing circles across it. When Y/N's legs nearly gave out, he used his other hand to steady her.

"Cum for me Noona. Make a mess all over me, I want it. Can't you give it to me?"

She melted at the way he was pleading at her, his eyes getting slightly large as he waited in anticipation for her to tip over the edge just for him. Unable to resist his cute plea, she squeezed her thighs shut as she began cumming all over his fingers, a choked out gasp escaping her lips as she held onto his shoulders for support to keep her from falling.

"That's right, such a nice and sweet Noona, giving me what I want."

San didn't pull his fingers away until he made sure to help Y/N ride out her high until she was finished. As his hand emerged from under her skirt, a trail of her cum was dropping all the way up to his wrist. Looking at how wet his hand was, he admired it before holding it out towards her face.

"Told you I'd have you making a mess." He giggled before proceeding to lick off every last bit of secretion he made her produce.

Y/N straightened out her ruffled skirt.

"I should really finish your makeup San."

Thankfully, she was able to finish his eye makeup without any further interruptions. His lip makeup also ran by smoothly, except for when she stared at them a little too long and unconsciously began leaning in, tempted to just bite them.

"Noona....." He tapped her shoulder to point out what she was doing.

She flushed a pink tint across her cheeks, embarrased by her actions. But that was nothing compared to the embarrassment she was going to feel next.

"Ok your makeup is done. You can go wait for the photographer to get here?"

As she began picking the brushes up to go clean them, she turned back around when San was still seated in his chair.

"San...go?" She asked in puzzlement.

San also seemed confused as he tilted his head at her.

"Didn't they tell you?"

By the way she just stood there blinking as she processed what he could mean, San sighed as he began unbuttoning his jacket.

"I.....was going to give Atiny a surprise for this comeback. I'm going to be wearing a crop top, and the photographer suggested it'd be a good idea if maybe my makeup artist could make them... shine a little?"

Y/N was about to ask what he meant by 'them', but when he tossed his jacket to the floor and his torso was fully exposed, she understood what he meant. Although she guessed he had a fit body due to how much he worked out, she was more than surprised to see such a firm and toned 6 pack adorning his lower abdomen. She didn't even realize how long she was staring or had her mouth open until San cupped her chin.

"Close your mouth Noona....."

Leaning in, he whispered in her ear.

"The sight makes me wanna fuck your face."

He couldn't help but laugh softly as he stared at her flustered state. Throwing all inappropriate thoughts out her head and going back to being professional, Y/N began looking around for any oil to douse his abs in.

"San do me a favor and lie on the couch."

The poor boy shot his eyes wide open when she ordered him that.

"Wait- you want me to what?"

She smacked his arm.

"Don't get any ideas. If we do this standing up, it'll roll off your body and I can't spread it evenly if you're sitting down. So unless you're able to levitate, go lay down on the couch."

Now he flushed a red tint for thinking so wrong. He walked over to the couch and obediently layed down. He stiffened considerably when Y/N came over with a bottle of oil, and it was then he realized that although he had grown used to having her touching his face, she had never once touched him anywhere else in his body. This was about to be the first time. He recalled all the times he'd teased her by smacking her ass or letting his hands graze across her chest. It made him fear that she'd probably want to take revenge and tease him back. When she popped open the bottle, he gulped very obviously that even she noticed.

"Relax you baby. It's not going to sting you or anything. It'll just leave you smelling like vanilla."

His ab muscles contracted when he felt the trail of oil splatter across his stomach. Making sure not to pour too much, Y/N closed back the bottle and set it down next to her.

"Just breathe and try to enjoy it."

Deciding it would be best to heed her advice, San closed his eyes and focused on each movement of her hands. It felt absolutely relaxing and blissful having her run her hands along his abs, staying shy away from his nipples. Each caress of her hands had him wondering why he'd never allowed her to touch him like this before. With each swipe of her hand across his body, the more he was becoming addicted to her touch. He began wishing she would travel farther down, reach inside his pants and give it the same care and attention she was giving his abs. He was already letting out soft moans and murmurs before he even became aware of it, or of the growing tent in his pants that was quite obvious now.

Y/N noticed it and it made her proud to know such a simple touch could get him so riled up. Wanting to test something out, she began to dig her nails into his skin. Although she expected some sort of reaction, she didn't think it would result in him flexing his hips up, giving them a slight roll as if micking a sex movement.

"Please do that again."

He stared at her through hooded lids which then closed once again when she raked her nails down his torso, an even louder moan coming out from his lips as he began to buck his hips up.

"M-more please..." He begged her.

Stopping her movements, she feigned ignorance at his request.

"Hmm? What was that Sannie?" She wanted him to repeat himself.

Tugging at his bottom lip with his teeth, he began fussing around.

"Noona please it hurts." He whined.

Cupping his face, she squished his cheeks.

"What hurts Sannie?"

With a frustrated grunt, San took one of her hands off his face as he began unzipping his pants, fumbling with it until he managed to pull them down enough to allow his thick and long cock to spring free from its confinement. He hissed out loud as he made Y/N wrap her hand around the base.

"It hurts Noona. Please do something. Anything." He began moving her hand, hoping she'd get the hint.

Y/N couldn't believe he was actually begging her. He looked so pitiful and desperate under her as he was left at her complete mercy. Wanting to indulge him for a moment, she began pumping at his dick a little bit faster, the leftover oil on her palm serving as lubricant so it was easier for her to smoothly stroke him. San gasped and held his mouth agape when she began running her thumb across his slit, toying around with it as she continued to jerk off the rest of his length.

"Yes! Just like that! Oh my god! It's even better than what I imagined." He was very vocal for sure, but she kinda already suspected that.

"Oh yeah? You imagined my hand wrapped around your cock?"

San grunted harshly when she squeezed him a little too hard.

"Fuck yeah- I got off on fantasizing about you jerking me off." He admitted.

Y/N did not hide the smile of satisfaction spreading across her lips as she heard him say that. It boosted her confidence knowing the sexy man in front of her often pictured her in such an intimate position.

"Tell me Sannie, what else have you imagined me doing to you?"

San bit his lip, unsure of whether it was ok to spill out his dirty secrets. But then he realized that maybe if he said them, Y/N would be nice enough to fulfill some of them.

"I thought about having you ride my face, smother it with your soaked pussy. I wanna taste it. Bet it tastes so good."

He began bucking his hips into her hand, feeling his orgasm fast approaching. Y/N could sense he was close too.

"Keep talking Sannie. What else have you thought about?"

San's cock twitched when he saw Y/N lean down, her face hovering close to his leaking tip.

"Suck-sucking me off. I've always wanted you to suck me off."

He didn't keep his eyes off her mouth as she ran her tongue across her lips, her gaze looking intently at his length.

"Won't you please suck me off?" He raised his hips, the top of his head touching the corner of her lip.

Y/N thought about it for a moment. His cock did look delicious, and she couldn't deny the thought of stuffing it til it reached the back of her throat made her insides start pooling once more. But he was still the same brat he'd been since she met him. It wouldn't hurt to teach him a little lesson for a few minutes. Bending her head down, she opened her mouth as if she was going to wrap her lips around his tip. San was looking at her in eager anticipation, nearly busting a nut right then and there. He began whining erratically when she not only pulled her face away but also let his still erect cock dropped against his stomach.

"Why did you-?"

When he tried sitting up, Y/N roughly pinned him back down which shut him up immediately.

"Stop being a little brat and take what I gave you or else you're going to be going through an entire photoshoot with a denied orgasm."

San blinked slowly at her words.

"God you're so fucking sexy putting me back in my place like that." He confessed.

Y/N giggled softly before pecking his lips. Looking back at his abs, she ran a finger down along them.

"I'm not going to deny it, your abs look mesmerizing." She complimented him, which had San beaming with joy.

"I'm glad you liked them. I worked hard on them especially for you." He looked up at her rather shyly at his confession.

"Oh really? All this is for me?"

San nodded in an affirmative motion. Smirking at him, Y/N bent her body and began pressing feather light kisses along his abs.

"Well if they're meant for me guess I should make sure everyone knows it too."

San couldn't contain his giggles when Y/N began suckling on a small patch of skin. Her hands gripped his waist tightly in an effort to hold him still.

"Sannie, stop moving." She said against his tanned skin before moving down to suck on another spot.

"I'm sorry- I'm just really ticklish." He covered his mouth in an effort to stifle his laughter.

Y/N slapped his stomach rather lightly, finding him to be absolutely cute and adorable as she began leaving a trail of hickeys down his abs, starting from the end of his sternum and ending right on top of his bellybutton. She didn't stop until making sure they were all a bright purple color that was adorning his beautiful skin, admiring her own work. San also sat up slightly to look at what she had left, a fond smile on his lips.

"Does this mean I'm yours?"

The way he was looking up at her in earnest made Y/N realize he was being serious and not being the teasing little shit he liked being. He patiently waited for her answer, his own heartbeat pounding so hard against his chest as he feared getting rejected. Reaching up to cup his face, Y/N nuzzled her nose against his.

"Are you going to stop being a little brat and actually behave?"

San laughed heartily at that before swiping his tongue across her upper lip.

"Where's the fun in that? Don't you like me being a brat?" He counteracted at her.

Y/N pretended to think about it.

"It would be nice to spank you every once in awhile.......but can't you be a good boy every now and then so I can spoil you?" She purred softly as she began kissing along the side of his neck, making him melt instantly.

"I'm being good now N-Noona-" He sucked in a breath when she dragged her tongue along his collarbone.

"Yes you are my Sannie."

Thinking it was time to put an end to his frustration, Y/N stripped him off his pants and underwear before taking off her own skirt and pulling her shirt over her head, discarding them on the floor. San stared in amazement as she stood in front of him completely nude.

"Where have you been all my life?"

Y/N let out a subtle snort as she straddled San's lap. Lining him up to her entrance, she didn't keep him or herself waiting as she sunk down on his length, eye shut tight as he stretched her out in a delicious burn. She felt him twitch inside her, no doubt eager to finally be allowed to cum after having waited for so long. After getting adjusted to his size, she lifted herself off him before sinking back down on him.

"Oh god- it feels so good."

San propped himself up on his elbows, watching with great attention as his dick disappeared and appeared inside Y/N's warm and velvety pussy. When she began picking up the pace, he began releasing soft pants and grunts as his previously denied orgasm came spiking up once more. He could feel it about to burst out of him. Through clenched teeth, he tried to desperately hold back a little longer, just so Y/N could cum before him. But the feeling of her walls squeezing him tightly and rubbing him was too much to bear. No longer able to contain himself, he flopped back into the couch, hips shaking as his nails scratched the leather material under him.

"Y/N! G-gonna cum-!" He tried warning her.

Pulling him out of her, she helped him by pumping him up and down as he began releasing spurts of white, sticky cum all over his stomach. Y/N made sure to milk him until he could no longer squirt out anymore.

"You cum a lot." She giggled as she spread some of his cum around.

Covering his reddened face, San let out a tiny groan.

"I'm so sorry. I wanted to hold out a little longer for you but I couldn't. I promise it won't happen again."

Climbing back on top of him, Y/N surprised him when she straddled his abs.

"Well then....guess I'm going to have to get myself off on some other part of you. Right?"

Smiling down at him in a mischievous way, she began grinding herself against his abdomen, the muscles protruding out of them feeling heavenly as they rubbed against her clit. His skin began to get coated even more as his semen was being spread all over his body the more she rutted herself against his bare skin.

"You like this baby boy? Like watching me fuck myself on your abs?"

"Oh my- please call me that again." Hearing that nickname roll off his tongue send him into a frenzy.

"What? Baby boy? Like it when I call you that?" She teased as she began grinding harder against him.

"I love it. Is Noona gonna cum all over my abs?" He asked as he snaked his hands to grip at her thighs.

"Does my baby boy want that? Want me to make a mess all over his abs?" She questioned him.

"Yes! Want Noona's cum all over my stomach. Mark me as hers and hers only." He released small whimpers as he felt her pick up her pace.

When he felt her shaking on top of him, he moved his hands to wrap around her hips, holding her in place as she began spilling her juices all over his body, mixing with his own as they coated his abs even further. San helped her ride out her orgasm. When her breathing finally calmed down, he sat up to kiss her tenderly, his buff arms wrapping around her to pull her against his body.

"Mine." He smiled against her lips.

"You're so needy." She told him but he merely laughed it off.

Getting off him, they both gazed down at the mess that was covering his entire lower torso.

"They look like honey glazed cinnamon buns." She joked.

"I know. It's so cool." He looked at them in awe, running over to the mirror to get a better look at not just the shiny slick all over him but to marvel at the purple bruises running in a straight line through his stomach.

"Ok we should get you cleaned up before the photographer gets here."

Before she could start wiping off the residues of their sinful acts, San stopped her.

"Or......you were supposed to make my abs shine...well... they are shining." He squealed.

"San you are not about to take concept photos for your next album with your body covered in cum." She stated firmly.

Pouting furiously and stomping his foot, he crossed his arms.

"You're no fun."

Raising an eyebrow at him, she took a step forward and gripped his hips to press him against her.

"Trust me baby boy, I can be very fun if I put my mind to it......"

Ghosting her lips over his own, her hand began caressing her face.

"And I'll let you join in on the fun later tonight if you behave like a good little boy and let me clean you up and cover up those hickeys because they're only mine to see. Got it?"

He let out a soft squeak when she cupped his cock once more and gripped it harshly.

"Otherwise you're going to go out there with blue balls." She continued.

San quickly nodded, quickly succumbing to the charms and domination of the woman in front of him.

"Yes Noona. I'll be your good little boy."

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Like A River Flows - Stark!Reader x Peter Parker

Title: like a river flows

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Y/N hopes to meet her soulmate on her eighteenth birthday. Soulmate No Blip AU

Warnings: none

A/N: I've been gone so long but here's a new imagine! I got a new laptop! So hopefully there will be tons more of these. I listened to "Can't Help Falling In Love" by Kina Grannis if you wanna get the full experience.

Word Count: 1824

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You could hear the sound of glasses clinking and laughter echoing up from the main room as you tugged at your dress at the top of the stairs. You turned around and looked in the ornate mirror behind you. 

Everything about you was perfectly polished and plucked; your lace was perfectly laid with every hair beautifully framing your face. Your ears were adorned with simple gold diamond studs and a matching name necklace sat daintily on your collarbone.

Your makeup was done to perfection with your brown eyes sparkling from behind layers of shadow, liner, mascara, and false lashes. For the first time in your life, you had gotten your makeup done professionally. Your father had paid for it of course -- it was at his insistence that you had gotten it done.

In fact, the entire party was at his insistence and he had taken it upon himself to have every detail perfect. You didn’t really want a big elaborate birthday party, but today was the big day. 

Everyone had a special day when you’d finally know the person you’re meant to be with. At a young age, you’d come to the conclusion somehow your meeting would be on your eighteenth birthday. When your father was enlightened with this fact, he had taken it upon himself to make everything perfect -- including you. Thanks to him, you looked undeniably stunning.  It was the most beautiful you had seen yourself in a long while. Ever since your mom had passed, you hadn't felt the need to dress up anymore -- so it no longer felt like you.

“You look absolutely radiant, Y/N.” Pepper assured you as she joined you in looking in the mirror. “Your father outdid himself. Just wait until he sees you.” You understood immediately what she meant, you were almost a spitting image of your mother. Your mahogany skin and high cheekbones were hers, as was your smile and arched eyebrows. The only evidence of your father was the occasional facial expression. “You ready?” she asked turning you back towards the steps. 

You nodded and smiled cautiously, “You’re gonna be okay. There’s so many people down there and they’re all excited to see you.” The two of you peered over the banister down all the sea of people below. Your father had indeed gone for a more sophisticated approach, but as with all Stark parties it was pretty much promised to liven up as the night went on. 

“All right! Chin up!” You did as you were told and began your way down the grand staircase. As you made your descent, you saw the attention shift to you as everyone took you in for the first time that night. “The birthday girl is here!” Natasha raised a glass to you. You smiled to her as you were welcomed with a myriad of birthday wishes.

As the party continued on, you felt almost like a princess. So many promising people had come up and introduced themselves to you; however nothing had clicked yet. You were starting to wonder if all the theatrics had been for nothing when your dad found you. You were standing against the wall watching your friends have a ball of a time dancing to the DJ that had recently taken place of the string quartet. 

“Y/N, shouldn’t you be dancing?” he asked, his dark brows furrowing in confusion. You sighed disappointedly, “Yeah, I guess.” You picked at a string on your dress, “I thought I’d meet them today.” Your dad nodded glancing over at Pepper. She was talking excitedly to Natasha -- likely about wedding plans. The way he looked at her was so beautiful. The way you could tell everything he felt for her from just a look was absolutely amazing. That was it -- that what you wanted. 

“Well, Y/N, you never know there’s still a few hours left to your birthday.” you frowned a bit, “I’ve talked to every person here that I’ve never met. I’m pretty sure it’s not happening today.” your dad chuckled, “You know Y/N, I know I’ve told you the story of how I met your mom.”

“Italy, 1999.” you mumbled looking up at your father. He nodded, “We met and it felt right. I’m not one to be very emotional, but I knew I wanted to keep her around. There was just something about her.” you tilted your head, “She wasn’t your soulmate though. Pepper is.” He sighed, “She was the one for me -- well until she passed, of course. By that time, I had known Pepper for years and I didn’t see her in that way until one day, I just did.” He looked over at her again, her and Natasha had been joined by Maria.

“I don’t know if you're understanding what I’m getting at. I don’t know if I’m explaining it clearly. What I’m saying is -- it could be someone you’ve already met and maybe you just haven’t realized it yet. No one ever said it had to be someone new -- just that there was a day that you would know.” He gave you a small smile, “You should enjoy your night because either way, you look amazing, kiddo. Happy birthday.” he playfully hit you on the shoulder before walking away.

Taking your dad’s words to heart, you decided to let it go for the night and just have fun. You made your way out onto the dancefloor, your friends cheering at your arrival.

...

It was finally the end of the night, cake had been eaten and presents had been surveyed as there were too many to open. Most of the guests were beginning to go home but some still lingered out on the cul-de-sac. You stood on the front porch, your heels in your right hand as you waved people goodbye with your left.

“I seemed to have missed most of the festivities.” A familiar voice made you turn around to see your father’s prodigy, Peter Parker, standing behind you. You were pretty good friends with Peter as he had been working with your father for little over three years now. Even still, he seemed to have his moments where he seemed to shut himself off from you and get quiet. He seemed to have his moments and his secrets and so you didn’t really hang out much outside him visiting the tower.

He also wasn’t a social butterfly so even though you had invited him to your party, you didn’t actually expect him to show. Even though it was the end of the night, your spirits still rose seeing him here. “Yeah, you did. My dad got so drunk he serenaded Pepper on the bar.” the two of you laughed. 

You looked out over the seemingly never-ending property, your father had held your party at the summer home. It aided in you feeling like a princess, there was a garden maze on the south side of the home and a long driveway lit by lanterns. You glanced over at Peter and stepped off of the porch, “Would you like to join me on a walk?” He smiled and followed. 

The two of you slowly made your way towards the garden maze on the other side of the property. “You look...” he trailed off while admiring you. You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks and were glad he couldn’t actually see it, “Thank you.” The two of you turned into the garden maze as lightning bugs flew overhead and a cool breeze filled the air. As you walked, you tried to catch and release a few lightning bugs.

The sounds of late summer night hummed in the background as you spotted the small black rectangular box in his hand, “What’s that?” you asked. He looked down at it sheepishly, “It’s just something I got you. I don’t know if you’ll actually like it.” He had thought to buy you something? That was unexpected, but very welcomed. 

Without you saying anything, he slowly opened the small box to reveal another gold necklace. “It’s not 100 percent pure gold like the ones your dad gets you,” it was absolutely gorgeous. It was a small heart pendant attached to a gold chain. “It’s stupid really-” he scratched the back of his neck, looking down at it. “It’s beautiful, Peter.” You whispered in awe. 

“Would you mind? You can take the other one off.” You said turning around. He carefully removed it from the box. He put it over your head and placed the pendant on your collarbone before securing it in the back and you felt a warm sensation in your heart. Suddenly, everything changed. 

It was like your senses had sharpened. You could hear the distant conversation at the front of the property and the chirping of the crickets. You could feel the soft summer breeze across your body and Peter’s soft breath on the back of your neck where goosebumps had started to form. Every time his skin accidentally brushed yours, it felt delicate yet intense all at once. The world seemed to slow as he pulled your hair over the chain after removing the other necklace and turned you to face him. 

You studied his face and your eyes fell upon his brown ones. His hand found yours sending shivers through your body. You lightly squeezed his hand before pulling him closer feeling your knees start to get weak.

Resting your hand on the side of his face, you slowly guided him to the ground. You were close enough to lightly feel the air escaping his nose. He looked down at your lips and was about to lean in when- “Y/N! Come say goodbye to your grandmother!” your father called off from the distance somewhere. 

The two of you fell apart still sitting on the ground the closest you had ever been. You frowned slightly looking away, “I should say goodbye to my nonna. I usually give her a kiss and a hug goodbye.” You licked your lips looking down to avoid eye contact. “She flew in from Italy -- my mom’s side of the family. I don’t get to see her like that.” 

“No, no. I understand.” he mumbled as you both quickly stood. You began dusting off your dress as he helped. You looked up at him again quickly before looking back down again, “Thanks again. It’s beautiful.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes again because his gaze suddenly felt so intense, it felt like you’d melt. “You’re welcome.”

“Y/N!” your dad yelled off in the distance again. You gestured towards the balcony of the house where your dad was likely yelling from, “I have to go.” Peter nodded quickly, “I understand.” You admired him and watched as his eyes softly gazed over your features one last time. “Good night, Peter.” you waved quickly, “Good night, Y/N.” You gathered your dress and hurried off towards where your dad and nonna waited for you on the balcony.

That was it.

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