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formulauno98 · 2 months

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Could you do Toto Wolff with wife reader? She always wrote those little notes on post-its and leaving them at his office whenever she was there, so that he will get a little endorphin boost when stress/working. I don't know if it make sense. Add something you'd like though. Thanks :))

Thank you for your message, I love this prompt, it got me inspired to write again! So without further ado, here is Post-Its, a short and fluffy fic, just for you.

Post-Its

Word Count: 800

Warnings: Pure, unadulterated fluff

Author’s Notes: Disclaimer, purely fiction.

“Remember not to throw your headphones today.”

Toto smiled at the looped handwriting on the pink Post-it note he’d found hidden between his iPad and the keyboard. His angry outbursts were at this point somewhat expected but after a particularly tough season, he’d struggled to keep a lid on it and had been smashing his headphones virtually every race weekend. After a frank conversation with the Mercedes-Benz board, he knew he had to reign it in.

That’s where you had come in, leaving Post-it notes to remind him throughout the race weekend not to make a complete fool of himself. In a nice way, of course. Your husband was a passionate man and you knew that he only acted this way from a place of caring too much. Not the biggest fault in the world.

As Toto settled down for the morning to reply to a few emails before quali got underway, he grinned, carefully putting the Post-it in his cardholder, trying to keep the sentiment in mind for later and tomorrow’s race. He’d barely started typing his first reply when there was a knock at the door.

“Come in.” His deep voice boomed, hoping that whoever it was was not going to take up too much of his time. Spare time was precious during race weekends and he was seldom left alone as Team Principal.

Luckily it was just his assistant coming in with coffee and a small box.

“Good morning boss,” she said, setting his coffee and the box down in front of him.

“Morning,” he said wearily, curious what was in the box, “Thank you but what is this?”

She smiled, “You’ve had a special delivery.”

Toto sat upright, he didn’t normally get deliveries to the motorhome, “From who?”

His assistant grinned more, “A special lady. I’ll leave you to open it but let me know if you need anything.”

As she made her way out of the room, Toto picked up the box in his large hands, wondering what it could be. You had already slipped a Post-it note into his iPad case, so knowing you it was probably a gag gift set of indestructible headphones.

Carefully undoing it, he was pleasantly surprised to instead find a small stack of Post-its, concertinaed together. Inspecting the first one, there was the familiar looped handwriting.

“Good luck and don’t fuck it up.”

He smiled, rifling through a few more motivational quotes, a lewd drawing (of course you couldn’t resist) and one final message, scrawled in classic toddler handwriting.

“I love you, Daddy.”

Toto melted at the delivery and knew that whatever happened this weekend he had you and your young son to come home to. Carefully gathering the Post-its up, he added them to his cardholder alongside the one he’d found earlier.

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A few hours later, Toto was in the garage and things were not going well. The engineering team had gotten the set-up completely wrong and George was knocked out in Q1, Lewis barely scraping through into Q2. He tried to remember the positive messages from the morning and willed himself to keep his temper in check, his nostrils flaring dangerously as he looked around the garage.

Breathing deeply, he put his hand in the pocket of his Mercedes raincoat, knowing that he couldn’t throw anything from there. Strangely, he didn’t remember having anything in his pockets as he’d just had his uniform dry-cleaned so when he found a folded-up piece of paper, he pulled it out, curious.

It was of course another Post-it.

“Darth Toto returns duh duh duh. Don’t go to the dark side.”

He smiled, you were truly ridiculous, always calling him Darth Toto when he wore his long hooded raincoat. No one else ever dared to.

From his right shoulder came the curious voice of his reserve driver, Mick, “What’s that?” he asked, eyeing the Post-it curiously.

“Oh, just a silly thing from my wife.” Toto said, still slightly grinning, “She writes me these messages on Post-it notes sometimes.”

Mick looked surprised but didn’t question further and Toto felt much better about the situation.

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It was race day and Toto was in a horrible mood. He had woken up early to pack as he had to leave immediately after the race and was throwing his shoes into his suitcase angrily and haphazardly, knowing that it was virtually pointless as he’d need to repack in a few days anyway.

As he gathered up his toiletries, a small yellow square fell out of his leather toiletry bag, floating to the floor. Bending down to pick it up, he laughed, reading the message.

“Hey handsome, you look good today.”

Once again he shook his head in disbelief, you were unlike anyone he’d ever met. His bad mood evaporated and he carefully put the Post-it note in his cardholder with the others he had collected over the weekend, knowing that whatever happened today he would keep his temper in check, knowing he was going to see you later that evening when he returned home.

#toto wolff x reader #toto wolff x you #toto wolff fanfic

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featherandferns · 11 months

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ik this isn’t a prompt but i’m in love with the idea of jj calling the reader mama like maybe in bed or just being affectionate. they don’t have kids but it’s just a name he’s given her

"mama's mad" is still one of the best quotes of the show, so i've got u here. hope this is okay! idk why a lot of my stuff is set at breakfast time in the chateau. maybe i'm craving bacon (my poor vegetarian ass is suffering)...

(content warning - mentions of sex)

“If you two could screw a little quieter next time, there’d be no complaints here,” Kiara says to JJ the moment he walks into the kitchen on Sunday morning.

JJ makes his way straight to the counter where some bacon has been served up. He gladly grabs at it.

“I’ll take it under advisement,” he replies, biting down into a piece of crispy strip.

John B is cooking eggs on the hob whilst Sarah leisurely slices lemons and oranges by his side, for infused water.

“Will you?” Kie asks.

“Probably not, nah,” JJ grins. She rolls her eyes.

“Where is your girl, anyway?” John B asks from the stove.

JJ opens the fridge and retrieves the carton of OJ, taking a swig.

“Napping. Didn’t get much sleep last night,” JJ can’t help but add with a slimy grin.

“You’re shameless, JJ,” Sarah sighs.

“You know it, princess,” he winks. He watches as Kiara starts mixing together ingredients in a bowl. “Whatcha making?”

“Pancakes.”

“Oh, nice,” he hums. “Lemme see if mama wants any.”

By mama, he obviously means you. It’s a given that any ‘mama’ in JJ’s sentences refers to you; something the Pogues and yourself have casually come to accept. The moment you and JJ stopped beating around the bush and fessed up to your feelings like the semi-mature teenagers you are (it was practically a battle of who-dare-say-it-first), he had taken to calling you it. You weren’t exactly sure why. Had teased him about whether he had a mommy kink in private (which he neither confirmed nor denied). Mostly he did it to joke. It sounded nice in his northern accent, anyway. Drawled off the tongue smooth and sweet like honey. So, no complaints from any party, unless JJ got vulgar with it in front of the Pogues (which was fairly often, with it being JJ).

Heading down the hall, JJ pushes open the spare bedroom door and darts his head in. You’re still in bed, lounging on your back, hair a mess and neck covered in healing and forming love bites. JJ grins, proud like a kid winning a science fair contest.

“Yo, mamma bear? Pancakes or bacon?”

“Why do I have to pick between them?”

“Fair point. You want both then?”

“Mhm,” you sigh lazily, eyes shut. “Coffee too, if there is any.”

JJ cringes. “Think Pope made some.”

“Yikes. No, then.”

“You got it mama.”

With that, he wanders back into the kitchen and grabs a plate from the drying rack of the sink. It’s always piled high with pots like some rip-off modern art project. The leaning tower of pots and pans. He dumps some bacon on, holds out his plate for John B to serve up some eggs - straight from the pan - and makes Kie promise to save some pancakes. Then he’s back in the bedroom, two forks in hand, climbing back into bed to share the morning fry-up with you.

“This is the life,” you sigh, leaning your head on his shoulder as you eat.

JJ smiles and nods. You’re right. You’re always right, to be honest - not that he’d ever confess it. Only one of you needs a big ego, and JJ likes to think he’s claimed that spot.

“Wanna fish later?”

“Mhm,” you nod. “Don’t mind really. As long as I’m with you.”

“Aw,” he grins, nudging you with his shoulder, making you laugh. He can see the flush to your features when he does. “You going soft on me, mama?”

“Only you,” you grin up at him.

JJ can’t take it when you look at him like that – like he hung the stars just so you can stand under them – so he grabs a strip of bacon and shoves it in your smiling mouth, making you laugh.

Yeah, this is the life.

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lychniis · 1 month

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⚘— RENDEZVOUS MIDNIGHT.

i. SYNOPSIS : you and tignari have an old routine. cyno partakes as it's main offender. ( tighnari x reader x cyno ) // evenfall event - prompt xviii ( ❛ i’ve known the warmth of your doorways. through the cold, i’ll find my way back to you. ❜ + daisy.

ii. WARNING(S) : mentions of injuries, food being used as love language, peaches i guess, tighnari is tired and loves you and cyno but in his words "what the fuck guys." you're a pushover, cyno is silly when he's sleepy it's true hoyo told me..

# masterlist

“Try not to wake him.”

It’s come to be a normal sight for you and Tighnari to find Cyno lying across the divan in the corner, bolster tucked beneath his chin and his knuckles a bloodied mess. A nod is shared and he’s turned over ( there is a momentary protest — Cyno’s grip on your wrist is hard but not in a way that churns anxiety into your crevices and screams of danger ).

“Nothing too bad this time.” you sigh, running gentle fingers through his hair. Your mouth and your head and your being hurts with that surge of tenderness. It’s cloying and it tears at your insides so easily and you let it, you let it ravage you apart like a foolish martyr ( it’s a scary thing, love ). “He’s probably tired.”

Tighnari shakes his head and levels that half conscious tangle of limbs on your lap with a withering stare. “I know you can hear me. Knock next time. We can’t help you if we don’t know you’re in the house.” He sits down next to you, fiddling with the waterskin and a few herbal concoctions. Pain killers, antibiotics — they were of your making, and his. The smell of petrichor still lingers on your skin from picking them.

Cyno doesn’t take the bitterness well at first. The delirium leaves him vulnerable, raw, maybe endearingly clingy ( and you’d crack a smile despite the anxious edge and coo just a little. Silly man. Silly, silly man ). If your affection was something softer like carefully crafted touches to glass, Tighnari held his reins with steeliness and a hint of exasperated care. He never sugarcoats the solemn subjects and he keeps his tone level.

“Be kinder, Tighnari.” you mutter. “He’s sore.”

“He’ll probably spit it out.”

“He won't, you know he won’t.”

Tignari’s ears sag just a bit but he relents to your words, a hand coming to rest on your shoulder, a nose coming to bury into your hair. Cyno turns and cracks an eye open. He stares up at him, then at you, and it feels like sparks of ember against the night. His hand gives yours a squeeze. “I’ll help cook later.” he promises. You press a kiss to his cheek. “Breakfast…shakshuka…have you eaten?”

“Not tonight, no.” you admit softly, if talking helps him sleep again. “But I'll have some fruit before going to bed.”

Cyno doesn’t seem to like that.

“I’ll…get something ready then.” he decides. “You need to eat…it’s important…” He says it with that tempered gentleness, the type meant just for you, for Tighnari, for Collei and the little known beloved he keeps close, closer.

“Okay.” Tighnari placates. He lays Cyno back. “Rest now. And you….” his gaze snaps to you. He hands you a zaytun peach, carefully sliced. You don't have time to question the semantics or when he even got it ready. “...eat and rest, alright? You have a big day tomorrow.”

“Right. More academic papers,” you mutter, feeling weariness settle at the thought of it. You take a peach slice and bite into it. Tighnari reaches to the side and procures another, halving it, then quartering it with his little blade. He fills the plate up again. You only just realize how starved you are.

“And Cyno’s shakshuka.” Tignari adds with a hint of weariness. “Make sure he doesn’t burn the kitchen down.”

( Cyno snorts in his sleep, as if the idea was plain offensive. )

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gabbasposts · 7 months

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>I know you want to<

Star Wars: Anakin Skywalker x Fem Reader

Warnings: Fingering, language, sneaking off to be horny, etc 💀 18+ do not interact with this post if your a minor, I’ll block you 🙂

A/n: Kinktober prompt day one: Fingering (I gotta look for the person who I got the Kinktober template from, I’ll edit this and add their name but I won’t tag them because idk if that’s going to be awkward or not 💀) but this is a bit rushed due to the fact i decided I wanted to participate in it this year after all… at the very last minute. It is currently 11:44PM and I’m trying to haul ass, so if there’s any typos I’m sorry, I’ll probably edit this anyways 😂

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You didn’t know what was worse… the fact that you actually snuck off of temple grounds with him, or the fact that his fingers were slowly working your core as you sat in between his legs within the cave he had “recently” just discovered…

“Anakin…” you panted, your eyes screwed shut as he thumbed your clit, his middle and ring finger still moving deep within your walls. This was your first time doing something like this… despite your nerves and brain telling you to stop and return to the temple, the pleasure seemed to over compensate, and made it harder for any logical thoughts to filter in.

“A-Anakin,” his name fell from your lips in a shaky whisper, your hands resting in his thighs as his arm was wrapped in front of you, working your core to it peak. “When you said you needed help I- shit…” you couldn’t even finish your sentence due to the tremors that were beginning to overtake your body.

He smirked, an action you could feel against the skin of your neck, and despite the pleasure that clouded your mind, you couldn’t help but want to smack him. “Oh come on, you like it… if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be clenching around my fingers like this.” He murmured, his tone dripping in that familiar cocky tone you grew to dislike… well, not so much in this instance.

You let out a needy whine, trying to shift in his embrace in an effort to slow him down, but his other arm was wrapped tightly around your waist, keeping you in place.

You could feel your peak practically teetering on the edge, your body flushed beneath the robes you now regretted not taking off due to how hot your body was growing, and the overwhelming heat that radiated from his torso he kept you flush against.

You wanted to say something back... Maybe call him a pervert for lying to you, and telling you he needed help with a new fighting technique that he wasn’t “ready to show the others”

The thought of mentioning the fact he could be booted from the temple for this also crossed your mind, but of course you only would mean it in a teasing manner.

After all, it wasn’t like those things didn’t apply to you as well. You weren’t gullible, nor innocent… you two had been dancing around each other for awhile now.

Purposely brushing up against one another whilst walking, “correcting” one another’s posture and stances all the while giving each other that knowing glance once you came in contact with one another…

When he had stopped you from fully leaving the training room after a particular training session to ask you for help later on, you knew this was finally the peak between the both of you… and you had anticipated it.

Your hand came up to clutch his bicep, gripping onto him a little tighter when you felt your vision beginning to stir. “Anakin,” you panted trying to warn him that you were close.

Your legs began to spasm a bit as you fought not to close them around his hand fully, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by him, and made his cock twitch in his pants, much to his delight. In that moment he knew he needed to be inside you immediately once you came…

“Come now… do it for me, I know you want to…” he murmured into your neck, placing heated kisses alongside it once more, urging you to your peak as his fingers sped up and soon you could hear the slight embarrassing noise coming from below.

You didn’t have to be told twice though… again, you had been anticipating this for the longest time, and even though your thoughts still turned to the possibility of getting caught, and reprimanded, you still wanted this more than anything.

Your back arched against his torso, and despite your eye’s squeezing shut just as he managed to rip the orgasm from you, you still saw small burst of light behind your lids.

If that simply came from him fingering you, you couldn’t help but to wonder what it’d feel like to do more… with him again.

#star wars smut #anakin smut #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker x reader #gabbasdumbthoughts #hopefully once Kinktobers over my smut writing skills will have improved #this is my first smut of the year and it’s almost over 💀#edited because the typo’s towards the end… 🤡

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cloveroctobers · 2 months

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NOTHING SWEETER — BODE LEONE: [Spring Prompts]

A/N: This will probably flop since it’s basically a ghost town in this tag but here I am! Plus it was also requested for me to write for Bode (again) lol which I don’t have a problem with, we love that guy over here. They’re wrong for going on break after giving us what they gave us! I also just want to say that I really miss Max’s curls but here it goes!!

PROMPT IS FROM HERE + I’m using: 18. “Damn, I hate pollen.” + 8. “IT’S A DEER!” “Yeah, and?” “I CAN SEE IT!”

<- read my previous anthology prompt here.

⋆˙⟡♡✿ ⋆˙⟡♡✿ ⋆˙⟡♡✿ ⋆˙⟡♡✿ ⋆˙⟡♡✿ ⋆˙⟡ ♡

Eve was lucky you loved her.

Being up this early on your first day back in Edgewater to give her a ride to Three Rock (her car was in the shop) was a lot to ask! Not really! but what kind of friend would you be if you didn’t complain a good portion about it on the ride up to camp?

“If I get you an iced coffee, would you love me again?” Eve pinched the space in between her brows, elbow resting against the car door.

You hummed while using one hand to tap on your chin, “Add in a Mozzarella, Pesto, and tomato bagel then we’ll talk.”

Eve twisted her lips upwards, “…that’s a thing? Whatever happened to a simple cream cheese with eggs and avocado?”

“You’re lucky I’m not asking for a soft boiled egg stuffed with caviar.” You respond as you reduce your speed once you cross the bridge, spying the familiar deli spot up ahead.

Eve scoffed as she side eyed you, “oh yeah, Switzerland done made you bougie.”

Which earned a laugh from you as you pulled the Toyota 4Runner into the small parking lot. If you weren’t a bundle of nerves you would have got out of the car with Eve to see what changed about the deli you spent many afternoons in with your old friends. However you let your mind wander a bit as you stared out into edgewater’s view.

You were home…except your childhood home was just a memory now that your divorced parents no longer resided in Edgewater. So you crashed at Eve’s although you were completely fine staying in a hotel since Jake talked you out of an air bnb after watching some movie called, “Barbarian,” and you were tired of hearing the statistics and other real life horror stories he pulled out of his ass. Eve was your number one best friend and she was more than willing to open up her place for a friend like you.

As you took up a interest in archery and later turned into a professional Archer, you were inspired to see what the world had in store so the sooner you got out of Edgewater, the better it was for you. Some just didn’t get it (your parents mainly, with your mother being an orthopedic surgeon and your father a fire chief before his MS took over) and expected you to start your own roots here. It was kind of a thing here in this small town, that you were to begin again and build your own legacy. However you were in the tiny group of odd’s that wanted more than the expectations hanging over your head.

Which is why you were proud to say that you’ve been participating in the Olympics every few years because of your passion for archery. Of course you had people down your neck all throughout your career but you still stood as tall as you could.

Now you were back home in the place that was full of doubts but the tightness in your chest wasn’t as noticeable the closer you got to camp.

“Thanks for dropping me off, I appreciate it.” Eve starts as she spots a few inmates hanging around on the yard already, “If you stick around for a minute I’ll even do you a solid and send Bode your way. Since I know it’ll be difficult otherwise.”

Taking a deep inhale you say, “I still can’t believe he’s here.”

“Yeah well…if he stays on the right track this time he’ll be out even sooner.” Eve tells, “He’s still a big pain in all of our asses but I think it would do him some good to see you…you did come all this way.”

It’s been years since you last saw each other but you came back for Riley’s funeral and you reached out to Bode when he moved away to a few towns over and changed his last name. You tried to be there even being ocean’s apart but when Bode felt low, it always felt like he wanted to take the world on his shoulder’s and find a way to make it spin again. Yet that landed him in prison and Eve had no problem filling you in on everything in between.

Would he even want to see you? It’s not like your relationship turned sour or anything…it’s just been awhile being in contact with each other. You weren’t nearly this anxious seeing Eve and doubted you would be when you had lunch with Jake and Cara—which was still weird to you—But being near Bode was different from everybody else and you knew that.

“I did…didn’t I?” You loll your head to face Eve, who studies it for a moment before dipping her head.

She tapped her hand against the outside of the door, whispering into the spring air, “it’ll be fine. He’s in a much better headspace and you’re still family no matter where you disappear off to, you got that?”

A watery smile goes Eve’s way before she leaves you to collect yourself. You’re pulling your mirror down from the sun visor, patting underneath your eyes and beginning to second guess yourself. You were here for two weeks and there was no way that you planned on not seeing Bode. You ran into his parents just last night at the bar, craving some wings before heading to Eve’s, just to be received with warm arms and classic banter from the Leone’s.

They were the parents you could talk to more than your own. If you weren’t crashing at Eve’s then you would definitely be at the Leone’s but then Bode and Cara happened so that’s when some of the distance was created. They didn’t last, like most teenage relationships but out of respect you felt like it was the right thing to do.

It felt right being back, even if it was only temporary.

Maybe that’s just how you had to view Bode’s situation. He wasn’t a temporary kind of friend although you couldn’t socialize as much but you tried to be hopeful. Even climbed out of the car pacing back and forth, not paying much attention to anyone around until you spotted the green dust decorating the navy car.

Scowling in disgust, you swiped the arm of your jacket around the hood of your car before cringing at the greenery you wiped on your sweatpants afterwards.

“Damn, I hate pollen.” A voice comes from behind, which makes you slowly stand up straight and glance over your shoulder.

There he was.

Bode Leone, standing in the flesh, hands deep in his jacket pockets, and a small smile on his lips.

You fully turn to face him and tilt your head to the side, “Didn’t I tell you once before that Orange isn’t your color?”

Bode lifts his shoulders with humor in his blue-green eyes as he motions towards the spot on you, “yeah, well maybe green isn’t yours either.”

You scoff as you motion to your outfit, “what? You don’t think I’m pulling it off?”

The blond chuckles as he takes a step towards you, “As long as you don’t start itching then sure, whatever you say.”

“Oh,” you scratch at the back of your hand and shoot a glare at the man who’s got crinkles by his eyes now, “why did you have to go and say that Bode! Now I’m doing it!”

“Sorry! It’s just that I sorta remembered that you were sensitive to almost everything including air.” He says to you, teasing somewhat, now standing face to face with you.

Rolling your eyes you couldn’t help but to smile at that. You didn’t know what it was growing up in high school, you were highly allergic to almost everything which landed you in the nurses office a lot but it seemed to relax as you reached your twenties and moved away. You always joked that maybe it was Edgewater that was making you sick. Yet the longer you stood in this town and interacted with not only Eve but Bode, you knew that wasn’t completely true.

“It’s good to see you, Bo.” You lightly shove his shoulder back while he nods in agreement, “can I give you a hug?”

Bode blinks the furrow of his brows away as if you were being ridiculous, “of course you can.”

And you’re cradling the back of his head while his fingers are at your spine, swaying from side to side in a firm but gentle squeeze. Then he’s burying his nose into your shoulder and the feel of the embrace tells you that this was meant to be.

When your eyes open, you realize that you could live just fine in Bode’s arms. You remember your final kiss goodbye in Drayscott, one month before you left the country and one month before Bode attempted to pull off a robbery—it was the sweetest thing—the kiss obviously! because it should have been happened. It didn’t come out of nowhere, it was full of intention, full of wonder and love but you were aware that it wasn’t the right time to be something more.

Maybe some day it could be.

Little did you know, Bode kept that memory not far away. He was kicking himself for the what if’s but when he manages to pull himself out of the blue, he thinks about the best possibility being you.

The both of you could be good together, could see the world together and he wasn’t sure how it all looked but he was willing to imagine.

A gasp makes Bode pull away, alarmed.

“IT’S A DEER!” You point, over Bode’s shoulder.

He glances over his shoulder to in fact see the said brown animal, peering at the two of you, “Yeah, and?”

“I CAN SEE IT!” You attempt to lower your voice but the excitement got the best of you as you almost bounce on your toes.

Bode’s still lightly has a hand resting on your waist now, as they watch the beautiful creature sniff at the grass and carried on deeper and away into the woods.

“Are you telling me they don’t have deer out in Switzerland?” There’s amusement in Bode’s voice as he peeks back at you.

“I’ve been in the city mainly but it’s been awhile since I’ve really been one with nature, you know? Which reminds me, I’ll have to make time to go off roading with this baby one of these days. Or hiking.” You jam a thumb back at the car.

Bode nods, “you’ll be careful won’t you? Don’t get so easily impressed with animals, not all of them will have the best intentions.”

You were an animal lover back in the day, so much to the point you wouldn’t dissect a frog sophomore year, which landed you in the principal’s office.

“What?” You blow a raspberry, “I’m like freaking Princess Aurora. Animals love me.”

Bode squints his eyes, “…didn’t you get bit by a goat when we were like what? Fourteen?”

“You’re really killing my vibe man and I don’t like that.” You yank on the end of Bode’s hair who laughs again.

He raises his hands in surrender and grips your wrist from his head, “alright, alright. My bad but if it makes you feel better, I still have that scar after that horse kicked the shit out of me when we had too many drinks partying at Tamsin Kadoka’s farm.”

“Really?”

Bode nods, “yeah, right on my lower back and it’s shaped like Utah.”

You meet each other’s gaze before bursting out laughing in unison at yet another memory. He’s gripping your shoulder again while he’s got your attention, “just promise me when you’re out there in those woods that you’re careful. I’d hate it if something happened to you.”

“Well the feeling is mutual, Bo.” You state, “you just had to go on and choose firefighting huh?”

Bode shrugs, “Must be in the Leone blood.”

“Yeah, must be.” You murmur, staring at him like there’s stars getting ready to rise in your eyes and Bode can’t help but to lean forward to place a lingering kiss on your forehead.

His facial hair pricks you but you don’t mind.

“Leone!” A guard calls out, which means your time is up for now.

You hold his hand, interlocking your fingers, which he squeezes with a smile to match, eyes wandering all over your features, almost as if to tell himself that you are in fact really here.

“Until next time?” He questions.

You smile, “See you soon, Bode.”

And he grins at you, those crinkles by his eyes returning before he slips his hand from yours.

This was brief but sweet and you’re mentally kicking yourself for thinking that this could go wrong.

You’re watching Bode walk away from you and he can’t help but to jog backwards to get another look at you. Almost as if you would disappear again and you would never see him again. When he turns back around, heading to the guard on shift who announces the inmates need to get ready for line ups inside at the bunks, he meets up with Cole on his way.

“Who was that?” Cole nudges his chin in your direction.

You’re seated in the driver’s seat, window down, leaning on your arm as you watch the men in Orange make their way back inside.

Catching Bode’s eye, you wave before rolling your window almost all the way up and pull away from the camp site.

“Someone i would like to give the world and more to once im out of here.”

Cole is smirking but appreciates the honesty as he claps Bode on his shoulder, already knowing what that look is for. “Then let’s make it happen, Leone! Nothing sweeter than having something on the outside to fight for, you know?”

“I agree.” Bode pulls his gaze from your retreating car, finding himself standing up straighter as they awaited for Eve to start their day.

When Eve’s brown eyes set on Bode’s, he just barely tips in his head in thanks, which the woman echo’s as she carries on along the line.

Bode already can’t wait for the next day he can get reconnected with you in person again so, he bites his smile away.

⋆˙⟡♡✿ ⋆˙⟡♡✿ ⋆˙⟡♡✿ ⋆˙⟡♡✿ ⋆˙⟡♡✿ ⋆˙⟡ ♡

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circus4apsycho8 · 9 months

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hear me out.

movie!cole x reader

reader has always kinda liked him and then one day gets stuck while escaping from a garmadon attack, cole (as the earth ninja) comes to help her but accidentally has his identify revealed by garmadon’s workers(??)

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 :) 𝚒 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢! 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

unmasked. | movie!cole x reader

Sunshine spills over your desk as you gaze out of the window, eyes scanning the horizon splayed beyond the smudged glass as your mind ventures through all of the activities you’d be doing if you weren’t in school at the moment.

The room is quiet, save for the muffled music emanating from someone’s headphones as the class finishes the daily journaling prompt. Your eyes quickly glance down towards your finished entry, no other words coming to mind. Instead of adding more, you elect to add a few doodles to the side of your paper.

About a minute passes before the teacher stands, a stack of papers in her hands. “Alright, everyone! Journaling time’s over. Today, we’re going to be preparing for our first Socratic Seminar. So, please partner up! No one is allowed to work alone!”

You sigh softly upon hearing this, watching as your classmates partner with each other. Stars, you hate this aspect of school. You probably won’t even need a partner for this!

The chatter kicks up a notch as people start looking for partners before clearing into their respective seats. You remain at your desk, deciding just to take whoever is leftover.

A few moments later, you spot another student apparently hating this as much as you are. Sitting diagonally from you and now facing your direction is none other than Cole Brookstone himself. His combination of long, black hair pulled into an adorably messy bun along with his spearmint-tinted eyes makes your heart skip a beat - doubly so when you realize he’s looking at you, headphones dropped around his neck. The fact that he’s wearing a muscle tank that sets those gorgeous-toned arms on display does not help.

It’s then that you’re snapped out of your trance, heart racing even more when he nods toward you, one of his eyebrows raised.

You get the message, briefly nodding at him with a soft smile.

While he grabs his supplies, you take a moment to put away your journal, now replaced by your school laptop. You subtly take a deep breath, part of you in disbelief that you’re going to be partnering with your crush of several months for this assignment.

Cole settles in beside you, dropping his belongings on the desk before relaxing into the chair.

After he does, the teacher glances around before nodding. “Great. Okay, your assignment is to read the next three chapters of our current novella, then prepare for next week’s Socratic Seminar using quotes and notes from the chapters. I’m handing out your seminar preparation packets now - remember to read the overview! I’ll be going more in depth about the actual seminar the day of. These are going to be due on Wednesday.”

“I hate Socratic Seminars,” Cole mutters, pausing the music on his headphones.

“Me too,” you agree as the teacher hands you two packets, one of which you hand to Cole. You try to ignore the tingling the ignites as your fingers brush together.

“At least it’s only three chapters. With how short they are, it won’t take long to read. I can probably finish them both up tonight.”

“Yeah, same. I’ll make a Google Doc so we can share notes as we read,” you respond, opening your school laptop. “Does that work?”

Cole nods, doing the same. “At least it’s only three chapters. With how short they are, I can probably finish them all tonight.”

“I will too, then,” you note, creating a new document before spinning your laptop around so that he can add his school email.

“In that case, would you just want to meet up after school tomorrow so we can just knock the packet out before the weekend?”’ he suggests, sliding the computer back to you.

The proposition catches you slightly off guard, although you can’t help but acknowledge that blooming elation in your chest.

You nod. “Yeah, let’s do that.”

“How does the cafe right next to the school sound?”

“That works,” you say. “I’ll meet you there, then?”

…

“It’s a date!” your friend shrieks over the phone.

You roll your eyes, tossing the novella atop your nightstand. “It is not a date! I’ve told you like eight times already!”

“Someone’s in denial! Okay, okay, fine. How about we go over the facts, hm?”

“Oh, come on! What facts? I think you’re just making a big deal out of nothing,” you add, finishing up your nightly routine.

“Nothing? Yeah, right. So, tell me - if it really is nothing, then why aren’t the two of you just working on it remotely via the Google Doc? That’s what everyone else is doing! You don’t have to meet in person to get this done!”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” you interject with a shake of your head. “We just want to get it done before the weekend starts.”

“You’re unbelievable,” mutters your friend. “But that’s fine, because you don’t have to believe it. This could be your chance!”

You contemplate what your friend is saying for a moment before deciding to play the dumb card again. “Chance for what? It’s just homework. It’s not that deep.”

“You’re always making goo-goo eyes at him, and I’ve noticed him looking at you too, you know. I think you guys have some good chemistry.”

“I don’t know,” you mumble, nervousness creeping throughout your chest as you shift the grip on your phone slightly. “I…I guess I’ll just see how it goes, then.”

“There, there we go!” cheers the voice on the other end. “Just tell me how it goes, okay?!”

“Fine, I will!”

“Good. Now finish reading that stupid book so you’ll be prepared. Text me, okay?”

“I will. Thanks.”

With a few more closing words, the two of you hang up for the night before you get started on reading the required chapters.

…

You don’t think you’ve ever been this nervous before.

With each passing class, the ball of nerves embedded within your belly grows, eventually manifesting into a racing heart and sweaty palms. You swallow as the last bell of the day rings, grabbing your bag before heading out.

As you exit the school, you find that your friend has texted you:

good luck!! :)

After shooting a quick reply, you make your way through the crowded sidewalk for few minutes. Once you get past the school, you will yourself to take a moment to simply breathe.

As you inhale deeply, you tilt your head slightly up to the sun, its warm rays enveloping your skin. The air is crisp and fresh, unlike the stale atmosphere lacing your school. Finally, you’re able to calm down a bit as you approach the café, quick to enter.

The first sound to greet you is the soft, café playlist sounding from the speakers in the ceiling, the song slightly masked by the quiet chatter of patrons. From behind the counter emanates the tearing noise of milk being steamed as baristas busy themselves with their work.

You glance around, finding that the café isn’t as busy as you’d thought it would be. Seated in one of the booths is Cole, eyes focused on a book situated on the table. It seems different than the assigned book. He’s dressed in dark jeans and a graphic tee depicting a band that you haven’t heard of.

You approach him, setting your backpack on the opposite side of the side. “Hey.”

Cole glances up at you as you do so, a dimpled smile forming on his lips. “Hey.”

“Just give me a minute to order,” you say, returning his grin as you turn towards the counter. Thankfully, there’s no line, so you’re able to place your order and pay quickly.

Once you have your order, you sit down across from Cole before pulling your needed supplies out.

“So...” Cole starts, pushing his current read aside and sliding his note packet out. “Quanish the Elder. Quite the character, don’t you think?”

You chuckle lightly, sipping on your drink as you nod in agreement. “Definitely. But his stories have some merit. After all, rumor has it that he can see the future.”

Cole shrugs. “My...grandfather always told me that he was an idiot. I guess he had his moments, though.”

You nod, plucking the seminar prep sheet up in order to read over the questions. “Okay...so, we have to figure out what stance we’re going to take on the message he was trying to embed, right?”

“Yeah, sounds about right. So...what do you think he was trying to say?”

“That people are unpredictable. And sometimes stupid,” you summarize, surprising yourself at how simple the theme is. “And that’s unavoidable no matter where you go.”

“Ironic, coming from him,” Cole mumbles, shrugging. “Yeah, that’s what I gathered too.”

“Cool, so we I guess we can go ahead and look for quotes and examples that back our theory,” you mumble, pulling your book out.

Cole nods in agreement as he sips his drink again. “Sounds good.”

With that, the two of you scour the chapters for quotes. During your reading, you can’t help but sneak a few glances over at Cole.

He’s so cute when he reads, you think, smiling softly as your eyes flick back towards the page. Your brain happily reimagines the memory of his pretty eyes scanning over the page, the way his fingers would flip the page, the callouses present on his knuckles...and not to mention his muscles.

It takes you a minute to process that, despite reading almost an entire page, you hadn’t digested any of the words. You sigh softly, starting over again. Okay, focus!

Thankfully, you’re able to redirect your attention to the task at hand as opposed to the handsome man sitting right across from you. Soon enough, you’re both able to finish filling out your homework for the weekend.

“I’m so glad that’s done,” you note, shoving the papers back where they belong. “I was dreading that.”

“Yeah, I’m relieved that we finished before the weekend,” he responds, also putting his belongings away. “Thanks, by the way. For meeting me here.”

“Yeah, I um...I enjoyed it,” you admit softly, not sure of what else to say. An idea occurs to you when you notice his other book slipped against the wall. “Oh, what are you reading now, by the way?”

To your delight, Cole starts telling you about the book he’s reading. And from there, the two of you end up discussing other books for a little while.

You didn’t think he would be so well-versed in Ninjago’s literature, but he proved you wrong. Proof that you should never judge a book by its cover – especially if that cover sports muscles, graphic band t-shirts and a manbun.

Sure enough, the two of you were there for far longer than you’d anticipated – not that you minded, though. He was fun to talk to.

You’re about to ask him something else when his phone starts ringing.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, fumbling for his device as he shoots an apologetic glance towards you. “I need to get this.”

You dismiss his worries with a wave of your hand. “Not a problem. I should stretch my legs for a second anyway.”

So, you stand, deciding to browse some of the merchandise situated at the other side of the café while you wait for him to finish.

Once he does, you make your way back over, noticing that he’s packing all of his belongings up.

“Hey, sorry. I have to go,” he admits, snatching his book. “But...maybe we could do this again sometime? Maybe same day and time next week?”

“I’d like that,” you reply, smiling softly as you grab your stuff, making sure all of the trash has been cleaned up.

“Dope,” he mumbles quietly, nervously grinning. “So, I’ll see you then?”

“You sure will,” you say, the two of you exiting the café together.

With that, you both bid each other goodbye before heading home for the evening. When you get home, you immediately text your friend to concede defeat:

I think you were right. We’re meeting up again next week.

…

The weekend, as per usual, passes in a haze much to your dismay. You hadn’t slept well, either, which normally wouldn’t be a huge issue except for one, little detail:

You fell asleep before setting your alarm on Sunday night.

It didn’t take you long to realize you weren’t going to make it, even going as far as not to rush your morning routine. Now, you’re walking on the sidewalk towards the school, checking the time on your phone. Yeah, there’s no way you’re going to arrive in time. Might as well grab a cup of coffee since you can’t be late twice, right?

Decision made, you slow your pace and decide to simply enjoy the fresh air while you still can. You weren’t really looking forward to first period anyway, so why not live a little?

The atmosphere of Ninjago City seems to be extra busy today, with citizens much like yourself bustling about. You arrive at the café in a few minutes, immediately joining the line.

After you order, you wait for the baristas to make your drink, idly watching one of the televisions hitched up in the corner of the store. It’s stationed to one of the local news channels, the hosts of which are currently discussing local news.

You lose interest after a few moments, electing to scroll through your phone again.

A few seconds later, the barista calls out your name and hands you your drink. After thanking her, you take a sip and go to have a seat at one of the tables.

About ten minutes pass as you scroll through your phone while enjoying your beverage. At some point, though, you start hearing more and more concerned murmuring among the crowd.

You lift your head up, noticing quite a few people leaving the store. Narrowing your eyes, you shift your stare towards the TV again.

“This just in – our scouts have spotted Garmadon and his forces approaching Ninjago City again! You know the drill – take cover wherever you can until the Secret Ninja Force can repel his assault!”

Oh, fucking dandy. Another Garmadon attack. You stand with a groan, watching as the camera footage shifts to a shot of Garmadon’s giant shark mech breaching the coast. Again. Fantastic, that’s not too far from where you’re at, which means you probably won’t be able to make it back home in time. That means your best shot is figuring out where the nearest public shelter is.

You shift your attention towards the street, noticing that people are already starting to panic.

After making your way out of the shop, you realize that your time is shorter than you initially thought. You can already feel the vibrations of the mech’s footsteps within the ground, and people are starting to panic even more.

You feel your heartbeat increase as someone yells out from the street behind you. Upon turning, you feel the beginnings of an adrenaline rush as an all-too-familiar group of Garmadon goons flood the streets.

As your breathing speeds up, you make a split-second decision to cut through an alley between two buildings – a route that you know will lead you to a back road that fewer people know about. You jog towards it, cautiously making your way through.

Thankfully, it’s clear, leading you to the road. You continue following it, making sure to keep your head on a swivel.

It’s eerily quiet, save for the small vibrations. In the distance, you can hear people yelling. You pass a few people on the way, but not too many.

You manage to make it within a few minutes of home – from here, it’s just a walk past a skyscraper, then a few turns and you’re there.

Your gaze shifts up to the skyscraper you need to walk by, and for some reason, a horrid feeling courses through your stomach. You stop in your tracks, hairs standing on end as you glance around.

Your home...it’s not far, and yet...

Your unease pays off, because seconds later, a deafening shattering noise sends you scrambling for cover. Something crashes through the skyscraper you would have been standing in front of had you not stopped when you did. You run back towards a nearby alley, trying to get away from the action.

As you turn, however, you find that a few of Garmadon’s soldiers are blocking your path, along with a few smaller mechs controlled by some of the higher-level goons.

You turn back around, spotting the mech you saw on TV emerge from the debris of the skyscraper, your eyes widen as you notice the remains of the building swaying unsteadily for a moment before toppling over – right in your direction.

A scream becomes stuck in your throat as you try to run from the falling debris, but before you can, a pair of hands roughly pushes you backwards. You yell out, falling onto the pavement.

The breath is knocked out of your lungs, leaving you gasping. Your mind is spinning, part of you trying to get your ass in gear while the other part of you is trying to suck a breath in. With both warring thoughts in your mind, combined with the sight of the falling debris...

...you freeze.

Breath hitched in your lungs, you can only watch as the debris tumbles down towards you.

You close your eyes, waiting for an impact as tears prick the corners of your eyes.

But...it doesn’t come.

After slowly opening your eyes, you realize that something else is towering over you. Your breath finally returns, allowing you to sit up.

Above you is another mech – this one familiar. You recognize it as one of the mechs used by the Secret Ninja Force. Relief courses through you as the mech hovers over you, blocking the debris with its fists. It’s the Black Ninja’s mech.

Three other mechs appear – the Red Ninja leaps into action by driving back Garmadon’s mech using its momentum and surprise. Second to appear is the Green Ninja’s mechanical dragon, aiding Red in his assault against Garmadon. Finally, the Gray Ninja’s water strider leaps out of a nearby river, one of its legs sweeping out against the row of smaller mechs, effectively sending them flying backwards.

With that, she leaps back in the water, the mech swimming away. Green and Red manage to drive Garmadon’s mech out of sight, while Black’s mech seemingly spots the various enemies around you.

You decide it’s best to get away from the giant robot that’s about to start fighting, so you scramble out of its way, eyes scanning the area for cover. To your dismay, more of Garmadon’s troops have arrived, and have surrounded you.

“Fuck,” you curse, wondering what the best course of action could be. There’s no cover for you to take, so your best hope of not getting squished like a bug is to hope that Black sees you.

“General, do it now!” an enemy shouts. You notice one of them holding some strange device – a gun, maybe? A big one, if it is. They aim it towards Black’s mech, and in a matter of seconds, it launches a blue ball of energy towards the mech. You gasp as blue waves pulse across its structure before sending it crashing to the ground.

Was that an electromagnetic pulse?! you wonder, eyes widening as the mech fails to get up.

Then, a pair of arms jerks you backwards by the shoulder, another arm coming in front of you. You struggle, screaming out as something sharp is pressed against your neck.

“Easy, beautiful,” a scratchy voice taunts. “No use struggling unless you want your throat slit.”

"Let me go!” you demand as the grip on you grows tighter. Fingers dig into your skin, the blade now poking into your neck.

“That’s up to our little ninja friend,” he responds. You watch as a figure emerges from the cockpit, heart racing.

“I’d like to see what he’s capable of without his big robot,” another soldier taunts as Black slowly makes his way towards you. You try not to let your fear show, but you can tell it’s not working. His eyes glance at you, studying you for a moment.

“Let her go,” he states calmly, raising his hands.

“Nope,” replies the man holding you. “We want something. If we strike a deal, maybe then we can think about releasing her.”

“Okay,” Black assures, stepping forward slowly. “Let’s talk.”

“That’s more like it. Okay, here’s what we want. We want you,” he states simply.

“You want to capture me?” Black clarifies.

“Yes. You’re going to be good leverage to use against Green. Not to mention that when Garmadon finds out that we captured a ninja, we’ll get a promotion for sure!”

“What do you mean by leverage?” asks Black. You get the feeling that whoever’s holding you hostage isn’t the brightest, and that Black is just scrounging for time however he can. He must have some kind of plan.

“Isn’t it obvious? To get your damned team to back down and surrender control to Garmadon!”

Black doesn’t answer for a moment, seemingly going over his options. You notice that his eyes keep flicking towards a direction behind you ever so often, but the enemy doesn’t seem to realize this. He must be waiting for backup.

“So, what’ll it be?”

“I’ll come willingly. Just...let her go.”

“Come over here.”

Another goon steps forward, holding out a pair of handcuffs. You bite your lip as Black takes a few steps forward, heart pounding.

Then, you hear something: the guy behind you grunts, dropping his knife arm. A split second is all it takes for you to realize that this is your chance. You immediately run forward, making your way behind Black before turning around to face your attacker.

You see a bunch of men...convulsing, maybe? But not all of them – a portion of them are watching their fallen allies in shock. You’re stuck wondering what happened until a blue aircraft zips overhead.

“Thanks, Blue,” Black mutters before turning to you. “Hey, you need to go.”

You don’t reply, watching as he goes to defend against a few goons who have recovered enough to rush him.

For some reason, you’re rooted in place. You know you’re free, and that you can run, but...something prompts you to stay.

Black seems to be holding his own despite the fact that he’s outnumbered. However, the situation changes when someone manages to trip him up, another goon taking advantage of the opening by tackling Black.

They’re quick to pin his limbs down, with another man circling the restrained ninja with a dark chuckle. “You were a fool to think you could take us on all by yourself!”

Black doesn’t reply – just keeps his cool.

“How about we take a look at who we’re really dealing with, hm?” the villain taunts. “Take his mask off!”

Oh, stars. You have to do something!

You glance around, realizing that this could be your only opportunity since they’re preoccupied with Black’s true identity. Thankfully, the debris around you provides plenty of impromptu weapons – one of which is a chunk of concrete that seems heavy enough to do some damage, but light enough for you to throw. Perfect.

You grab it, hoisting it up before aiming it at one of the men holding Black’s arms down. With a grunt, you throw it as hard as you can.

The concrete sails through the area before smacking the intended man in the shoulder, effectively causing him to let go of Black’s arm. It's not much, but it’s enough for Black to strike the man holding his other arm.

“You fucking bitch!” the injured man yells, gripping his injured shoulder. “Get her!”

Thankfully, though, Black manages to take the rest of the men out. You sigh in relief, realizing that you’re starting to crash from that lovely adrenaline rush.

“Are you okay?” you ask, shifting your gaze to Black.

And you pause, eyes widening as you remember that he’s unmasked.

But...you know this face.

“Cole?” you wonder. “You’re the...?”

“Um...yeah. Yeah, I am,” he mumbles, smiling smally as he bends over to pick his mask up. “Guess my cover’s blown, huh?”

You’re not really sure what to say, so you avert your gaze as he pulls the article over his head. With your thoughts racing, you have a hard time making sense of all that’s happened.

Cole...so it’s been him all along. And his other friends...the numbers and personalities certainly match up. They must make up the rest of the Secret Ninja Force.

He studies you for a moment, walking up to you slowly. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

“N-No, I’m fine,” you reply. “Um...for what it’s worth, I won’t tell anyone.”

“I’m sorry about all this,” he says, pausing. “You should find shelter. I know that the public ones are probably locked by now, but there might something else nearby.”

“My home isn’t far. I’ll just head there,” you note.

“I’ll come with you. The main streets are crawling with Garmadon’s army, and my mech isn’t much use now anyway,” he replies. “Lead the way.”

“Thank you,” you mumble, starting to walk towards your home.

With that, the two of you quietly make your way through the city, most of the goons having made their way to other points of the city by now. This part of the city has gone eerily quiet, leaving you and Cole to trek through the streets in a strange silence.

“Are you doing okay?” Cole wonders. “I’m sorry that he...”

“It’s not your fault,” you assure, smiling sadly. “And...I’m just a little shaken, I think, but I'll survive.”

“...And you’re taking the news of my identity better than I thought, too,” he admits.

“I mean...I can’t really complain, can I? You saved me. Yeah, it’s...kind of weird to think that you’re actually a ninja, but...it’s not as surprising as I initially thought. Maybe because I might have hit my head. Or because I’m in shock, or...something. I don’t know.”

He nods in agreement. “Yeah, and I guess I owe you thanks too.”

“Why?”

“For stepping in when you did,” he adds. “I don’t think I would have been able to escape them if you hadn’t given me an opening.”

You smirk, turning to glance at him. “Even ninjas need saving sometimes too, huh?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

That makes you giggle as the two of you finally approach your home, with you turning towards Cole.

“Thank you again,” you mumble, smiling at him.

“Not a problem,” Cole answers. “Are we still on for next week, by the way?”

“We sure are,” you add, stepping closer to him.

You can feel him freeze slightly, especially when your hands come up to lift his mask slightly. A wave of confidence slips over you as you press a soft kiss to his cheek, stepping away after you pull it back down.

“Thank you again, Cole.”

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚒 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍! 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚒 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢. 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗; 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘!

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deandoesthingstome · 1 year

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Hall Pass - Chapter 2

Paring: Henry Cavill x Reader (RPF)

Series Summary: You run into Henry Cavill at the start of a two-week house-sitting vacation. You had some previous plans. Some were ruined by your now ex-boyfriend. Some were made better. Guess by whom?

Series Warnings: I’ll be honest, this whole thing is just self-indulgent smutty fluff. Here’s what I offer: meeting, making out, and having sex with Henry Cavill (rpf). I’m probably NOT going to be adding chapter warnings unless I get a bug to re-write and something worms it’s way into the story that I wasn’t expecting.

A/N: I started this story shortly after the fiasco of The Witcher and Superman announcements. I thought about how great it would be to try and cheer him up a little. For the purposes of this story, he is single. No hate to anyone in his life right now, in whatever way you imagine that to be. I also understand if you do not read rpf. Feel free to scroll on by. I don’t need to hear about it.

This was going to be a looooong one-shot, but solicited feedback prompted me to break it up for you.

Playlist: I will add to Spotify with each chapter.

Word Count: 3.8K

Chapter 1

In the morning, the smell of freshly brewed coffee forced your eyes open. You hoped you had enough time to shower before heading out to say goodbye to Henry. Plus you needed to tame the lingering fantasy from your dreams the night before. Somehow while reaching for the bottle of body wash on the floor of the tight shower cubicle you almost slipped and fell out, cursing loudly and grabbing on to the shower curtain, praying it held while you found your balance again. You heard a sharp knock at the bedroom door.

“Everything alright in there?” Henry called.

“It’s fine! I’m fine. I’ll be right out,” you hollered back from the bathroom.

You tried to hurry while still taking your time to keep your footing. One more quick rinse, then a dry off with a fluffy towel and you were back in the room slipping into fleece-lined leggings and a comfy oversized sweater.

He had another fire roaring in the great room and was sitting next to two mugs of coffee at the breakfast bar.

“Good morning! I heard a shout when I came to see how you took your coffee. Everything okay?”

“Oh, just clumsy me. I’m fine. And black is fine, thank you very much.” You glanced at your watch. So little time left.

“Yeah, I should probably get going soon. The store said 10 and I recall it was about 30 minutes out?” You nodded in response to his query. “Yeah, so a quick cup and then I should run.”

You hoped your face hadn’t fallen too low. Could you fake a need in town so you could head in with him? Ooh, go back for the honey! No, too desperate.

“Henry?” Might as well try, desperate or not.

“Yes?”

“Do you… where you’re staying… Is there any reason…Would you want to…I mean, there’s a table that gets good natural light you could take over and work on your model…oh, but Kal…shoot, nevermind.”

“Were you offering this farm as my hiatus home?”

“Yes? I mean, you could take up more space than a table. Plus the grounds are inspiring to wander around. And the goats. You barely had time to meet them while you were making out with the horses yesterday.”

Henry gave a hearty chuckle. “That’s really sweet of you. Very kind. But I’ve got…”

“Yeah, right, of course. Ignore me. Please. This must be so weird for you. A total stranger offering you a room in a home that isn’t even hers.”

“Well, I wouldn’t call you a total stranger and I’ve often found that Henrys make the best friends, but yes, I do have Kal and my assistant to think about.”

“Yeah, of course. No worries.”

You offered to jot down the directions back to town while you finished your coffee with Henry. He asked you to text him the details instead, reciting his cell number for you.

“I can trust you won't just go handing this out now, right?”

“Never!” You clutched your chest in mock dismay.

Too few moments later, you waved down the drive with a bittersweet smile on your face as you watched him go, then turned to re-enter the house and settle into your non-anniversay day. It had started out so lovely, but now that you were alone…

Oh, but not! You shifted gears and headed into the barn, where Caleb was mucking stalls.

“Did you have a visitor last night?” the old man greeted you with a cheerful smile.

“Sort of? The strangest thing…”

“And where’s your better half this morning?” He watched your face fall and tried to recover. “Everything okay?”

“It will be.” You paused for a moment. “We’re done. He just couldn’t tear himself away from work, not even for our anniversary.”

“That stinks. I’m so sorry. Was that him I heard leaving just now?”

“Not exactly…” you hedged as Caleb laughed at your reticence.

“Okay, well, keep your secrets then,” he winked. “Want to help out here?”

You jumped at the chance to get a little more familiar with the care and handling of the horses. Caleb helped you lead Mikka and Sadie into the field. You asked if you could have Butterscotch saddled for a ride in a little bit, which meant Telly would stick nearby. He never went far without her. Caleb recommended waiting to saddle the horse until the work was done so she wasn’t uncomfortable for the duration. The manual labor kept your mind off both Henry and your ex for the time being. As soon as the stalls were done, you headed back inside to pack some provisions for the afternoon. When you headed back out to the barn, you turned your attention to the goats who were ready for mid-morning nibbles.

Caleb was just about to saddle Butterscotch when a familiar vehicle wound its way up the drive.

“Holy shit,” you whispered under your breath.

“Any idea who this is now? Wait, isn’t that the SUV I saw on my way in?”

“Sure is,” you were almost beaming. Henry Cavill was driving back up the road to you with what looked like a large bear in the passenger seat.

Henry parked and stepped out of the car, making his way toward you and offering a hand to Caleb in greeting.

“Good afternoon! I’m Henry. You must be the horse master?”

“Sure am. Name’s Caleb. Nice to meet you.”

“Henry, what on earth are you doing back here?” you asked.

“Well, I got to thinking. First of all, we forgot to grab some photos for your hosts. And second, why would I spend my hiatus in a fancy hotel in the city, when I could just as easily enjoy this beautiful country-side? If the offer still stands, that is.”

“You a photographer or something?” Caleb asked, and it was all you could do not to laugh at the older gentleman.

“Uh, no. Nope. Not a photographer,” Henry smiled.

“Caleb, Henry forgot to give you his last name. Seems that’s his schtick. This is Henry Cavill, he’s an actor. Plays Superman,” you offered, thinking it would be the easiest character for Caleb to identify with.

“Well, played, yes,” Henry countered and you almost fainted from embarrassment. Of course! He’d just had some terrible news about that role. And after leaving The Witcher, no less. Poor guy was having a hard time of it lately.

“Oh, yeah. Think I knew that. Well, what’s a big Hollywood celebrity doing all the way out here?” Caleb asked.

“I was picking up some items from a store nearby when I got sidetracked and wound up at this wonderful farm last night. And now I’m hoping I can impose for a little while longer.” He smiled at you with a genuine sincerity and you couldn’t stop grinning back. Suddenly a sharp bark sounded from the SUV.

“Oh, yes, and Kal! Caleb, are the horses good with strange dogs? I’d love to let him run free, but happy to keep him inside if it’s a problem?” Henry asked.

“As long as he’s good with horses, they’re good with him. Sadie and MIkka are out in the pasture right now, but Telly and Butterscotch can show him around.”

While Henry retrieved Kal from the car and introduced him to you and Caleb, an idea began to form and before you knew it you were giving it voice.

“Caleb, would it be too much trouble to saddle Telly as well? If Henry’s up for it, I’d love to take him for a ride this afternoon,” you gave a questioning glance toward Henry, hiding your panic that he might think you were once again insinuating a different kind of activity altogether.

“Oh, well if it’s not too much trouble for Caleb, that would be a wonderful treat.” If he did notice the double entendre, he wasn’t showing it.

“Sure. Happy to saddle ‘em up for you. Think you can get ‘em untacked when you're back?”

You nodded, noticing Henry did as well, and Caleb proceeded to get the horses ready for you while you led Henry back into the house.

“Oh, and here, for you” Henry handed you a small brown paper bag. You opened it and peered in to find two jars of honey. “I wasn’t sure which flavor you preferred, so I just asked Josh if I could have one of each.”

“Well, thank you!” You put the honey in the kitchen and continued down the hall to drop Henry’s bags in his guest room. While he used the bathroom, you took the time to gather a few more items to add to the bag you’d already packed to take with you on your ride, then led Henry back out to the barn.

“Alright, you two. I’ll be back this evening to gather the other two and get them all in the barn for the night. See you later!”

You waved as Caleb took off, then headed into the barn to grab a helmet. Henry followed.

“Do you think I could borrow a helmet as well?”

“Oh, I didn’t even think. I usually wear one because, you know,” you gestured to yourself, “clumsy. But I didn’t want to assume, since you ride so often.”

“Well, it’s always a good idea to take precautions, I think. Maybe just to stay on the safe side,” he winked at you. Or tried to.

Once you were settled in the saddles, Henry asked where to.

“There are a few different paths around the property. If you don’t mind, I’d like to take an easy ride through the pasture and around the woods.”

“Sounds just fine.”

Henry and Telly fell in line with you as you led Butterscotch down the lane and into the field at a slow pace. Kal ran ahead and returned every so often to make sure he was headed in the same direction you were. You asked Henry how he managed to switch up his plans.

“I just felt so welcome and unbothered here last night, I really didn’t want our time to end. I called my assistant and had her bring Kal to meet me in town. Gave her the rest of the hiatus off and hoped for the best. I just texted her while I was settling my things in the guest room to go ahead and cancel the suite as well, since it seems I have another lodging option now.”

A warmth spread from the tip of your head to your toes. Henry Cavill wanted to spend more time with you. It seemed you wanted the same. You let your sincere smile speak for itself and enjoyed the rest of the ride in a serene quiet, listening for the sounds of nature instead. Every so often, you snuck a glance to see if the videos you'd watched online did any justice to the way this man sat in the saddle.

They did not.

Soon, you turned Butterscotch to enter a small copse of trees and Telly followed suit, barely requiring a nudge from Henry’s reins. A short distance in, you pulled to a stop and turned to see how Henry was reacting to the landscape in front of him.

“What in the world…?” he marveled.

“It’s a small natural hot spring. The next town over is famous for them. There’s a hotel, spa, roman bath house, the whole works. It’s their tourist draw. My friends were lucky enough to find this small pocket on their land. They set the flagstones surrounding the pool and even created some stone seats once you step in.” You paused, realizing Henry had just told you how unbothered he felt here and now it seemed you were making a play to see him practically naked. “If you want to, that is, no pressure at all.”

“Well I don’t know if I’m prepared…”

“I snagged a pair of swim trunks while you were settling in,” you admitted, sheepishly. “I was already packed and getting ready to head out here when you showed up. I really hope you don’t mind.”

“How could I mind? And the water’s safe?”

“Absolutely. They test it just about every week, but it stays consistently warm and without bacteria. It’s really a wonder!”

“Well alright then. Let’s do it!” Henry smiled wide and dismounted with such ease you were almost embarrassed to get down in front of him.

It honestly felt like you were flopping yourself to the ground every time you got off a horse. But once you were on solid ground, Henry approached to help you unpack the saddle bags. You let the horses saunter around the clearing, trusting Butterscotch to keep Telly close.

“There doesn’t seem to be a changing room out here,” he joked, making a show of looking around.

“Yes, well. I thought you could just step behind that rather large pine over there and change while I get in. There’s no one around for miles, I swear it.”

Henry accepted the trunks and towel you offered, then marched off to the makeshift dressing room. You set the food and drink you’d packed on the side of the spring, then peeled off your clothes down to your bathing suit and stepped in, sitting quickly to fend off the brisk, wintery air, keeping your back towards Henry, lest he actually be too big to fit behind the tree as well.

In a moment, you heard a rustle and footsteps heading your way, so you turned and almost lost your breath. He was striding toward you, jeans and sweater in hand, towel draped around his neck, and looking just fine in the borrowed swim shorts. They fit him snuggly and it may have been the best idea you’d ever had, short of actually inviting him to stay with you at the farm.

As he got closer, you moved to the far side of the spring to give him room to enter. He sat and released the same satisfied sigh you had when you first entered the warm water.

“I didn’t realize how chilly the air had gotten until you had me strip naked behind a tree. But this is just phenomenal.”

You laughed and apologized, but he waved it off.

“I’m glad you suggested this. It’s a welcome treat. And I see you have champagne?”

“Yes, well. My plan was to come out here and drown my sorrows alone…”

“Oh, right! Ah, today’s the actual day, is it?”

“Was. Yes. So would you care to toast the demise of my most recent blunder with me?”

“Absolutely. And his loss, by the way. Absolutely.”

You ducked with a sudden shyness and took a sip of the champagne.

“Did you also bring strawberries for this? That’s a pretty standard anniversary thing, isn’t it?” Henry teased with a wink.

“I would have if they didn’t wreck my insides. I can’t stomach the tiny seeds. But here,” you turned and grabbed a small container to open and hand over. “Have some grapes?”

Henry thanked you and grabbed a few, then apologized if his strawberry joke was in poor taste.

“You had no idea. How could it be?” you assured him.

“You know, I’ve been meaning to thank you.”

“Thank me? For what?”

“For not treating me like a celebrity. With kid gloves and as if the whole world revolves around me. It’s been refreshing from the moment you bumped into me. You’ve listened to my ramblings about my hobbies and haven’t asked once about that Witcher fiasco. Or Superman for that matter. It made it very easy for me to accept your offer of a few weeks of quiet country time and I really appreciate it.”

“Confession?”

“Yours or mine?” he asked.

“Mine.”

“Ok, go.”

“You’re my Hall Pass.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Hall Pass. It’s like…”

“Yes, I think I’m aware, but you aren’t in a relationship anymore, right. Not since the very minute we met, if I’m not mistaken. Do you need a pass now?”

“No. No I suppose I don’t.”

“Good. Because I really wouldn’t want this to ruin anything you’ve got going.”

You blinked your eyes with confusion. “This?” you asked, not sure if you were afraid he would give you the answer you assumed he’d give, which was something along the lines of anything that hinted he had no real interest in you. Or if you were afraid he’d give you the answer you hoped for and that he meant he had the same undeniable attraction to you as you had to him.

He licked his lips, tilted his head, and furrowed his brow ever so slightly. You could see the way his mind sought the right words.

“I suppose it’s my turn to apologize and hope I’m not being terribly forward when I say that I don’t mind saying I’d like to kiss you.”

You blinked again trying to decipher the words that sounded like a jumble and yet also appeared to mean exactly what you wanted them to when combined with the sexy drop in his voice and the way he leaned in ever so slightly.

Don’t shake your head to clear the cobwebs, you idiot. But do something soon so he doesn’t regret what he’s just said.

“I think I’d like that, too,” you managed to whisper, afraid of the tremble you were sure would accompany the regular volume of your voice as he inched closer.

“Is now okay?” and he waited just long enough to see you nod before he bent his head left and captured your lips between his.

It was sweet and warm, a tender, gentle touch. At first. But the groan that escaped his throat as you swiped your tongue across his bottom lip when you very much couldn’t hold back sent shivers down your spine and a heat wave through your core. Henry placed a hand against your neck to hold you firmly in place as he tilted your head back and answered your silent ask with his own deepening of the kiss, tongue swirling into you.

The various ways you imagined kissing Henry Cavill could go each time you pressed play on one of his movies or shows did absolutely no justice to the real thing. And maybe you were naive, but this didn’t feel like an “acting kiss.” No, this was real, at least for you. Every tingle, every spark, every butterfly struggling for release. And yours wasn’t the only body reacting.

Henry pressed closer, pushed you gently against the side of the small pool, one hand behind your back to cushion you against the stones. You felt his knee wedge between your thighs and when your hand touched his side to hold him close you could swear you felt goosebumps. But that must just be the cold air.

Suddenly he pulled you away from the wall, backing himself up to the other side and dragging his hands down your back before lifting you onto his lap and coaxing your legs to either side of his thighs. He never once let go of your mouth, so you had no choice but to moan wantonly into his as you could now feel what else this kiss was doing to him.

His hands roamed your body, fingers pressing and squeezing gently before settling on the small of your back so he could shift you closer into the grind of his hips. After a few moments of even more passionate kissing with heads tilting back and forth in a carefully choreographed dance of lips and tongue, you felt him pull back and reluctantly let go.

“If we don’t stop, I’ll likely come right in these borrowed pants and I wouldn’t want to mess with the pH of the hot spring,” Henry confessed with a little sadness in his voice. “I’m sorry, I know I started that.”

“Please stop apologizing to me,” you answered kindly, attempting to retreat to the opposite side of the spring. “If nothing else, on my darkest days I can at least remind myself of a hot tub makeout session with Henry Cavill.”

Henry didn’t let go.

“Oh, well, I was hoping…I mean, is it presumptuous of me to imagine there could be something else, more than … well.” The way he simply stood up as he shifted your legs to wrap around his waist and turned to set you on the ledge. “Is the air too cold for this?”

“I have a feeling you can take care of that,” you grinned, accepting his arms around your shoulders as he bent for another taste of your lips. All his residual body heat was keeping you warm and even if it wasn’t, your mind was decidedly on other things for the entire time his mouth was on yours.

Suddenly, your phone’s alarm sounded and you jumped, knocking your head against his once again.

“Shit! Sorry! That caught me by surprise,” you apologized.

“That phone seems to cause you more trouble than it’s worth,” he teased, letting you free so you could stand up and grab your cell from the bag.

“Oh, I'd rather say this phone has provided me a unique experience," you replied before glancing down to silence the alarm. "Oh…fuck,” you tried to keep your flash of concern to a whisper but Henry heard.

“Everything alright?” he asked, already slipped back into the warm water where you also wished you could be at the moment.

“Uh, yeah. It’s…oh, god. I swear. You are going to think I am just trying to take all kinds of advantage of you,” you offered, while wrapping yourself in a towel to stay warm.

“I mean, I’m not exactly protesting here, am I?”

“No, I suppose not. But this whole day is just..okay, well it was supposed to be an anniversary date, if you recall. So what’s happening now is that we need to pack up and head back to the house because in sixty minutes I have a massage booked.” You grimmaced, hoping it didn’t sound like just another excuse to be next-to-naked next to Henry Cavill. “I could just cancel, eat the fee, it’s not a big deal…”

“Absolutely not. Unless that’s what you want to do. This is your day, right?” He watched you nod. “And do you want to have a massage?”

What you wanted was to continue your time with Henry in a hot spring, but you had also shelled out some major bucks to schedule two in-home 90-minute massages for you and your dolt of an ex. Canceling now would mean losing the entire fee. And Henry was here for another two weeks. There’d be plenty of time to get back here, literally and figuratively, if that’s where things were really going to head.

Plus, the stress of everything over the last several months left you longing for the sensation of palms and knuckles and fingers kneading into deep tissue to release stubborn tension. You could send one of them home, maybe. Eat that cost. Unless…

“Would you be interested in one as well?”

Henry paused for a moment. “There might be some things to consider with that…ah, fuck it. Why not?”

Chapter 3

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starry-snippets · 1 year

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stronger together.

synopsis: you’re withdrawing from everything suddenly. jotaro, in love with you and one of your two best friends, is worried and decides to check up on you

tw: bullying (physical, swears, and emotional), threats *implied sa threat from bully to jotaro*, they/them pronouns used (gender of reader not decided though), a suggestive comment

Jotaro walks down the stairs alongside Kakyoin while listening to the male explain his latest video game. He nods to indicate he’s listening, occasionally giving his own opinions.

“The graphics are stunning!” as he begins to compliment the fluidity of the character’s movements the usual group of girls surround the males on their way down the steps.

“Jotaro!” One girl calls out while pitching her voice higher. “Are you free today? I have something to show you!” Her boldness causes the other girls to glare, one attempting to push her down the steps but she’s a moment too late when the group reaches the end of them. “Jotaro?” She drags out the “o”, annoying him to no end.

Scowling, he simply says “no.” Jotaro begins to walk away from his crowd of fans, Kakyoin happily following him because it’s an awkward position to be in.

“But why Jotaro? Aren’t I cute?” Her question is poorly timed because you make your appearance, already waiting outside for you two best friends.

“Hey Jojo and Kak!” You wave to them, both males heading over to you with haste. Your smile enrages Jotaro’s posse, causing them to scoff and roll their eyes at your appearance. “How are you liking your new game Kak? And Jojo! Still good for the aquarium today after school too? I know Kak is!” Your nonchalant questions make the nosy girls just a bit away from you three faces heat up in rage, crossing their arms and gritting their teeth.

“Whore.” One girl mutters under her breath, as another adds, “they're such a slut for wanting both of them.”

You’re the closest to them, just in range to hear their bitter comments. Literally shaking your head in hopes of removing those thoughts, you put your attention back on your favorite boys.

“I’m still available.” Jotaro answers first with a serious face. “We can go now, if you want.” He tilts his hat down, calmly adjusting it. Little did you know it was because his face felt hotter and he wasn’t ready for you to know yet.

Kakyoin grins at his stoic friend, knowing full and well that he’s been in love with you. “I’m actually busy today. I spent all last night gaming, so it’s time to cram before my tests.” You simply nod, entirely understanding. “So looks like you’ll be going alone together!” Kakyoin grins at Jotaro again, prompting him to raise Star Platinum to him although you can’t see the stands you can observe the teasing ensuing.

But you think nothing of it, so you just say; “Don’t be like that Jojo! It’ll be fun!” You give him your trademark smile, making him readjust his hat for a second time. Before Jotaro can say anything Kakyoin takes the chance to further fluster his concrete friend.

“Don’t worry, I don’t think that’ll be an issue.”

“Oh, good!” You say with a smile as the bell rings. “Oh! I have a test, I’ll see you two at lunch!” With that you run off in the direction of your class, worried you’ll be late if you just walk.

“I’m going to kill you.” Jotaro glares at Kakyoin without actually meaning his threat. Probably.

Kakyoin only chuckles, giving him a hardy pat on the back with full confidence. “You’ll thank me later.”

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Your brain feels like mush at how difficult your test was, your body desperate for food in order to get some of that brain power back. As you go into the lines to get your food you see the girls from this morning and immediately look the other way. You weren’t scared - you just didn’t want to deal with their aspersions. Nothing they said was creative but it was all beginning to add up. You wished that you weren’t punished for who you hung out with but you know that this is just what high school is.

Lost in your thoughts, you don’t realize when the group migrates closer to you. When you move forward in line you bump into the meanest of the bunch, a girl with obviously artificial curls. She smirks before purposely spilling her smoothie on you, the red liquid getting all over your uniform top. Your mouth opens in silent shock, absolutely shocked she’d do something like this until you think about this morning and the days prior. Pressing your lips in a fine line as you walk away, you’re heading to the bathrooms when you see Kakyoin and Jotaro enter the area from the side.

Kakyoin is the first to notice the red dripping down your now red shirt. “What happened?” His voice is a bit panicked, anxious that you fell or worse that someone did this to you.

“I bumped into someone, my bad haha.” You force a laugh to try and convince them that Jotaro’s self appointed protection squad didn’t do this to you. “Just so clumsy!” Hurrying to push the door of the bathroom open you disappear into the room, a loud thud intensifying your departure.

“Do you think that’s really what happened?” Kakyoin asked with a twinge of disbelief in your explanation but not going to adamantly say you were lying.

“I think they’re leaving something out.”

A moment later you come out to see them both waiting for you, a subtle smile making an appearance on your face at that. Your shirt is stained past repair, the wet material sticking to your skin uncomfortably. You pull at it, trying to get the fabric to stiffen in a way it won’t be right up against your midriff.

“Here.” Jotaro says in his classic monotone while offering you his jacket. You seem to just blink at him which makes him readjust his hat for what, the third time now he wonders? Still he looks at your expression, noticing how your smile widens before you apologize.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t being careful. I know you don't really like to take off your jacket.” He appreciates your care when you grab it, careful to not let it drag against the cafeteria’s floor. It engulfs you, the chains feeling heavy yet comforting on your shoulders. He stares at you with a reddening face and a busy mind, just thinking of how precious you look in his clothing. The thought of you wearing his hat - you being so bold to take it off his head while you hug - makes his face grow so hot he’s scared you’ll see how much he really cares about you. He turns away while you retreat to the bathroom to take off your soiled shirt and pin up the jacket.

“Smooth!” Kakyoin lightly elbows his blushing friend casually prompting him to respond with an elbow nudge that makes his body rock but he still laughs because he knows Jotaro isn’t actually mad at his meddling. “I think they like you.” His voice is a little playful while he teases Jotaro, but he knows Kakyoin is serious behind his initial tone.

You come out with enough buttons latched together to hide your undershirt but still reveal your uniform bottom. Jotaro stares at you with a serious face, cheeks less red from getting a moment to curb his surprisingly romantic thoughts at giving you his jacket. Before he can get caught up in his head again and imagine you reciprocating his feelings you’re all heading to your normal, secluded lunch spot.

“I brought some of my mom’s cooking for you.” Jotaro says to you to get a clap of your hands in excitement and Kakyoin complains that he never offers him any of her cooking. A road you and Jotaro have gone on before is revisited as you make fun of Kakyoin for liking older women a bit too much as your nerves settle down from that targeted encounter in the line.

As you walk through the doors of the cafeteria you are entirely unaware of the seething girl sitting in the cafeteria already plotting how to “get even” with you for “exploiting” Jotaro’s kindness.

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You’re putting all of your books back into your bag once the bell rings, every other student seems to rush out while you’re still trying to fit your biggest notebook back into your main pocket. Frustrated, you have to dump everything out to try and rearrange it. Groaning as you do so, your things slide off the desk and under the next desk. Bending down to pick it up, you hear a voice you don’t quite recognize.

“So this is your class.” They say with a click of their tongue. “Slut. On your knees.”

At the insult you immediately connect the dots as to who it is, immediately standing up with your folders in your hand to be greeted with those ridiculous fake curls of hers.

“What are you doing here?” You’re so done with her at this point. Still in Jotaro’s jacket, she grits her teeth before knocking your folders out of your hands.

“Stay away from Jotaro you bitch!” She yells it with venom in her voice and you can practically feel the toxicity of her tone fly onto your skin with her spit. “I don’t know why you think he even likes you! You’re just some bitch who’s friends with his best friend. He wouldn’t even talk to you if that boy with cherry earrings didn’t tolerate you.”

You know her words aren’t true but they amplify the anxiety already residing in your mind. Still you shake your head, not going to believe her spiteful words.

“What is your problem? Why can’t I be friends with Jojo and Kak? Not everyone has ulterior motives like you.” You decide to be bold as anger settles into your heart. You’re tired of her disrespecting Jotaro, always pushing herself onto him and trying to get him to love her like accosting him is the way to do it. “Jotaro doesn’t love you. Can you just be decent and back off?” You hate how pleading that last bit sounded, but you really just want her to leave your friend alone because you know he hates the constant touching, pestering, and fawning.

“Bitch!” She immediately slaps you across the face, watching your head tilt with the force put into her strike. She grins at that, taking a moment to seemingly admire the redness forming, before she slaps your face in the opposite direction. “Useless whore! You think I’d listen to your bullshit? You’re just jealous! I’ll kill you!” Her hand continues to beat your head around, your body going limp with the threats of her hurting you. Despite the sheer rage in her voice you don’t budge until she says, “You stay away from him or I’ll force you both to realize he loves me!”

The implications of that has your blood boiling, frantic about what that means she’ll do to Jotaro. You grab her hand as she leans to slap you again, squeezing it harshly. “You leave him the Hell alone.” You glare at her with a look even more intimidating than Jotaro’s classic side eye he’s always giving her. Must be the jacket adding the extra finesse to your potent frustration.

“That’s my line.” Her voice isn’t steady as she speaks because her hand is beginning to burn with the pressure you’re applying. “Stop hanging out with him or I’ll take something he’ll never get back. And it’ll all be your fault.” The extra emphasis on “all” makes your eyes widen in despair. Additionally, the color drains from your face. Utter horror heats your veins as you thump her hand against the desk with enough force to make her cry from the pain, your own hand stinging from your fingernails digging into your skin. But you don’t even feel it as you fret about her doing such a thing to Jotaro - barely considering the fact that Jotaro is plenty capable of protecting himself. Still your panic over your best friend, who you do know you love, outweighs that logical reassurance.

“Fine.” You submit with an angry bite of your lip. You tear at the flesh, blood oozing from the opening.

“Good bitch.” She says for no other reason than to get one last dig in, bumping against your shoulder on her way out the door.

You shove all your things into your bag, not caring about the ripped pages and your now split folder as you race home - not shooting Jotaro a text immediately.

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“Have they talked to you at all?” Kakyoin only shakes his head as he reads his comic. “They haven’t been at school for days. That’s not like them.”

“Yeah, it’s like you.” The male responds in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere a bit. It doesn’t work as Jotaro huffs. He’s silent as he thinks, growing nervous about if you’re okay. Jotaro, who’s never this on guard and anxious, decides it’s time to get a concrete answer. Regardless of if he likes the outcome or not.

“I’m going to see them.” Jotaro stands up, clear intent in his stance as he strides to put on his shoes located by the door of his friend’s room. “I need to make sure they’re okay.”

Kakyoin pauses his game, smiling softly. “You’re such a romantic.”

“Shut the hell up.” Jotaro closes the door, leaving Kakyoin’s room and ultimately his house. He knows the way to your place from here since it wouldn’t be the first time he’s walked from Kakyoin’s to your house.

His quick walk turns into a full sprint as he rushes to get to you - terrified you won’t be okay and that’s why you didn’t say why you stood him up when you made plans for the aquarium. He can’t handle the possible reality you’re out of his life - that you’re done with him. He knows he’s abrasive and can be rude but he cares about you and he’ll be damned if you don’t know it by the time he leaves your house tonight.

His heavy knock alerts your guardian, the adult no stranger to seeing his face. They’re surprised by his lack of jacket and hair spilling from the confines of his hat, forehead shiny with a thin layer of sweat.

“Oh Jotaro! Did you come to get your jacket? [Name] is upstairs, they’ve been rejecting all companies lately however,” Jotaro nods and heads in, cutting that conversation short. Luckily your guardian isn’t upset about his somewhat rude actions, simply accepting that this is your best friend’s worries making him impatient.

Jotaro knocks twice on your door, hearing a groan from you through the door. He doesn’t grow annoyed since he knows you have no idea it’s him. It’s a few minutes before you unlock the door despite him seeing the doorknob jostle. It’s like you’re contemplating with paranoia clouding your mind. Why are you being overly cautious? You finally open the door, sure to be slow, just enough to see Jotaro’s ocean eyes beckon you. Immediately you try to shut the door but he’s quick to put his foot in the gap.

“Can I come in?” He asks without the fear in his chest being evident. “You’ve been gone.” That’s Jotaro’s equivalent to an “I miss you” but those words clog his throat.

You stare at his shoe, widening the gap so his foot isn’t crushed. “I,” Your voice is swallowed in the memory of his admirer’s threat. “I can’t.” Tears form in your eyes but you shake your head in an attempt to dismiss them. You can’t seem to shake anything off. “This is for your own good. I’m sorry.” You move to shut the door but something pushes hard enough against the door that you can’t shut it. The door flies open, Jotaro practically being invited in.

“What’s wrong?” He’s begun his questions as soon as the door locks shut. “This isn’t like you.” You’re sitting back on your bed, body wrapped in a weighted blanket, with eyes focused on his shoes again. “I care about you [Name]. Did someone do something to you?” His blood is already preheating in case there’s someone he needs to pummel for hurting you.

“No, no one did a-anything,” You lie with shaky breathing and he immediately sees through it and gives you a look to make sure you know that won’t fly.

He motions to the empty space on your bed to ask if he can sit down. You nod, feeling the bed sink when he takes a seat. “I care about you. A lot. Let me help… please.” His voice is marginally softer than you’ve ever heard it before, your face heating and tears no longer held at bay.

“Someone thre-at-ened to hurt you if-if I didn’t,” it’s hard to stop from sobbing when the tears stop. Jotaro wraps an arm around you in an act of boldness and compassion. He rests it lightly on your shoulder so he could easily back off if you’re uncomfortable, but you lean into his touch and begin to cry into his chest. “Stop talking - hanging out - everything with you a-and I can’t be the reason you get hurt.” There’s a moment of silence as you deeply inhale, anxiety you’ve kept on the back burner ravishing your mind and body. “I-I love you. I-I don’t want you to ever hurt, I don’t want her to-to,” You stop talking as your tears stream in rivers. “She can’t take that from you!” Head pressed into his chest, you yell, all the frustration of being manipulated and as a result hurting him crushing you. “I’m sorry I hurt you, I’m so sorry-”

“Don’t apologize.” Jotaro interrupts you with a pat to your head. It’s so unlike him but the touch calms your racing mind before you could repeat sorry like a mantra. “It’s that bitch I’m mad at.” His eyes narrow at the thought of her reducing you, the beacon of joy in his life, to this crying, shivering state. “I love you [Name], that’s part of why I’m so pissed off at her right now.” He cracks his knuckles, tension building in his body as he approaches boiling. Looking at your bruised lip and slightly swollen face makes him angrier at what she’s done to you, since he knows you can protect yourself too.

You’re weak when it comes to him. And he’s weak when it comes to you. So you’ll be stronger together.

“Jojo,” He got off the bed while captivated by his thoughts of revenge, getting preoccupied with dealing with the root of this weed. “Can you stay with me for now?” Your voice sounds so sad as you wipe away your tears since they’re coming to a stop. “I’m sorry for doing this to you. You didn’t deserve to be left in the blue-”

“Make it up to me with an aquarium date.” His face is a pink tint as he says that while yours is entirely red.

“Deal.” You say immediately with a giggle that makes Jotaro’s heart race. He’s back in the moment of you and him right now, sliding off his shoes and getting into bed with your permission. He sits down, his arms wrapped around you while you make up for lost time. You grab his hat, placing it on your head backwards so the brim doesn’t poke him. “Is this okay?” You ask in reference to stealing his hat.

“It’s… preferred.” Jotaro admits stoically despite his face saying he’s flustered by your action. “I still plan on getting even. At least.” He changes the topic and you sigh, slowly nodding after.

“I think it’s only right.” You move your head into his warm chest, hat still backwards to prevent it getting misshapen. “She really isn’t a good person.”

“Not even that. She hurt the wrong person.” He says it with all seriousness, holding you gently.

“I love you so, so much Jotaro.” You confess again while looking up into his soothing eyes.

“We’ll deal with revenge later. Together. I want to be held right now.” You admit with a chuckle and he nods, happy to do whatever you need after having to deal with his insane fans for so long.

He has the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on his face as he says, “I love you” back while holding you against his chest, thankful you’re no longer alone in what you’re going through.

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You’ve invited Jotaro to stay the night and he agreed after notifying Holly and by now you’ve fallen asleep. Not having discussed where he’d sleep, he’s situated himself on the bean bag you read your comics and play games in. His legs hang out a ridiculous amount but with you asleep he’s not worried about how silly he looks - he never normally is. As he checks his phone a message from Kakyoin catches his attention.

so… howd it go :)

sitting on their bean bag

WOAH 3RD BASE

we’re having a sleepover dumbass

;) sure

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note: bold is jotaro’s text!

my first oneshot for jjba! hope you enjoyed! let me know if you have a request! working on my rules and they’ll be posted soon

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 1 year

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All I Want For Christmas Is You (Under the Mistletoe)

Winter Prompts Masterlist | Winter Prompts List

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Prompts: Cards/ Sassy/ Office Party

“I hope you’re not too disappointed that it's a relatively humble bash,” Foggy offers with a small smile as he sets his empty beer bottle down on the edge of the pool table. You smile, shaking your head and looking around the bar.

“Not at all. So far this is the best damn Christmas party I’ve ever been to.”

“Josie’s is never short on ambiance and festive fun,” Matt comments, shifting back against the wall beside you.

“Or lukewarm beer,” Karen tacks on as she straightens up from the pool table, cue in hand, “Even when it’s thirty degrees outside.”

“Speaking of which,” Foggy adds, looking around, “We all need a refill?”

“Yes, please,” You nod along with Matt and Karen’s agreements.

“I’m just gonna run to the bathroom,” Karen adds, pressing the pool cue into your hand and stepping past you as Foggy heads for the bar. Oh…Cripes. You’re not sure what’s more stressful about this situation—being beer-free when you need some liquid courage, standing beside your sweet-smelling and sweetly-smiling boss, or holding a pool cue when you have no idea how to play pool.

“So do you have any Christmas plans?” Matt asks, easily filling your nervous silence.

“Not really, no. I usually have a pretty quiet day. What about you?”

“About the same. I’ll probably go to mass in the morning—and sometimes Foggy has me over to his, which is always nice.”

“No midnight mass for you?”

“No,” Matt chuckles softly, shaking his head. “I uh—I’m not much of a night owl.”

You want to call him on it—on the fatigue that riddles his face and voice some days, and the bags you occasionally see under his eyes—but you keep the comment to yourself.

“Oh! Um,” You crouch down to your bag as you remember something. “I meant to give you this earlier, but you were at a deposition.”

You draw an envelope out of your bag and straighten up, turning to face Matt. You peer down at it, stomach twisting with nerves. You sweep your fingers across the front, where Matt's name is written in braille. The card inside is in braille as well—and you can only hope that it really says what you ordered it to say. You checked and double-checked it independently, but you’re no expert.

“You don’t need to open it now, obviously,” You add, passing it over. Actually, you'd rather he didn't. You're not sure you could handle the questions from foggy and Karen—or the look on Matt's face if the spelling is wrong, or if he just plain hates it.

Your heart flutters in your chest as he takes hold of it. He seems to open his mouth to say something, and then he goes still, brows raising in surprise. Your gaze darts to where he’s holding the card in his hands, his fingers skating across his name. Looking up at his face again, you find a warm, lovely smile spreading across his lips. You let out your own relieved breath. That's right, at least.

“Thank you,” He says softly, grip tightening minutely around the envelope.

“Sure,” You nod, smiling.

You’re a little buzzed by the time you finally make it home. Matt’s walked you back, despite your insistence that you could get there yourself, and that you didn’t want to keep him out any later than necessary. Still, the two of you had taken your damn time, your arm curled around his, your hands brushing every few steps. The goodnight had been a little slow, and you'd talked yourself in and out of kissing his cheek the whole way back. When you'd gone for it, Matt's cheeks had gone just a touch redder than they had been from the chill.

You’d just kicked off your shoes and made it a few steps inside when you heard a knock on your apartment door. You frown, turning and walking back toward it. You peer through the peephole, brow furrowing as you spot Matt. You don’t think you left anything at Josie’s—or with him.

You open the door, taking a slight step back. That's when you see your card in one of his hands. The other is holding up the little sprig of mistletoe that had been taped inside held over his head. You can’t help but laugh a little, relieved. You take a step closer to him as you hesitantly raise your hands, cupping his cheeks. Matt dips in, his nose brushing yours lightly. You hesitate, heart thudding in your chest.

“Are you sure?” You mumble. Matt raises his other arm, curling it around your middle and drawing you into his chest. You grin, tipping your chin up a bit, kissing him gently. Matt’s grip tightens on you as his lips worry tenderly against yours. You vaguely note the rustle of the mistletoe being dropped as he steps closer, his free hand raising to cup your cheek. You curl a hand around his tie, tugging it gently to guide him deeper inside, absently kicking the door shut behind the two of you. Matt drops the card as well, curling his fingers in the fabric of your shirt. Your kisses cool, and Matt rests his forehead gently against yours with a smile.

“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t,” He murmurs.

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#Matt Murdock x Reader #Matt Murdock x You #Matt Murdock/Reader #Matt Murdock/You #Matt Murdock fic #Matt Murdock imagine

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lou-struck · 8 months

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Burned

Kenma Kozume x reader

~Kenma is not an outdoorsy guy for a number of reasons. One of which being how easily he fries in the sun.

WC:1.2k

Warnings: Mentions of brutal sunburns and the pain the comes from them. reader helps Kenma, but it hurts a bit.

~This is one of the requested prompts for my Summertime Fun Event. Feel free to check it out.

Your once-peaceful summer afternoon ended the moment Kenma trudged through the door after his usual lunch date with Kuroo. Right away, you notice three things,

One, he is drenched in sweat.

Two, he looks utterly exhausted.

And Three: His usually pale skin glows bright red with the angriest of sunburns.

“Ken, what happened to you?” you ask, and he steps into the cold air of your hallway. “I thought you guys were just going to lunch.”

Unfathomable misery is related in his eyes as he moves at a snail’s pace. “Me too, but someone thought it would be a good idea to sign us up for a sand volleyball league and not tell me.”

You were playing volleyball in this heat?” you ask with wide eyes. “You look so burnt.”

“Because I am so burnt,” he mumbles shakliy, reaching out a hand for you to take. Every movement must be agonizing to him right now. “Tetsuro didn’t have any sunscreen either. Ughh, I wanna just curl up in a ball and die.”

“At least you don’t have any sand on you,” you add sympathetically as you help him to the couch.

“I got to wash some of the sand off at the beach, but it hurt a lot,” he replies, looking down at his sweat-soaked t-shirt. “Can you help me take this off?”

You notice the red skin that evenly covers his skin, and your stomach sinks. “Oh Kenma, don’t tell me you played with it off?” you ask tentatively, only imagining the angry burn that hides beneath the threads.

He only nods as you try to peel the shirt off of him as painlessly as possible. The key word in that last sentence being try, because even the slightest shift of the garment has him hissing and flinching away from the painful sensation of movement against his skin.

“Owwww,” He winces as the fabric leaves his skin, exposing it to the cool air-conditioned air. His poor back, chest, and arms glow a deep fire engine red color that is angry to the touch.

“Try not to move too much; I know it hurts,” you murmur, giving his hand a little squeeze; strangely enough, it is one of the few parts of him that is not burnt. “I’ll get you some water; you’re probably dehydrated.”

“Definitely dehydrated,” he replies back, lips quirking up into a thin smile as he gingerly shifts to lay down on the leather couch and presses his face into one of the decorative pillows that adorn it.

He whines in pain again, but as you are walking away, you hear him, Half-mumbling, half-whining something akin to a thank you.

As you walk to the fridge, you can’t help but pity the man. Kenma has never been an outdoorsy person; he burns too easily in the sun and is always prone to some kind of nature-based misfortune. Last week was a nasty number of mosquito bites, and this week has to be the burn.

Your water pitcher rests in the fridge door. Wasting no time when pouring him an ice-cold glass.

With the glass in one hand, you stop yourself from putting the pitcher back into the fridge and take it with you.

You read somewhere that proper hydration is one of the key factors in healing a sunburn. So you’ll make him down a few glasses right away.

You come back into the living room, noting the contrast between the light gray of the couch and Kenma’s glowing back. “I brought you some water, Ken Ken,” you say, watching as Kenma struggles to readjust his position on the couch.

“Thank you,” he breathes, taking the glass from your hand and downing it in a second; he drinks desperately as the droplets drip down his chin and onto the carpeted floor beneath him. M’ sorry, I can clean that up later.” he gasps, reaching for the pitcher to fill it up again.

“Don’t worry, it’s only water.” you say, “We gotta take care of this burn, Ken, is Kuroo burnt too?”

A look of annoyance flashes in his catlike eyes. “Not a bit. It is so unfair. Why did I only burn? He looked completely fine while I’m a freaking lobster.”

“But you’re my lobster,” you say, giving him a lopsided smile. Absent-mindedly, you reach over to rub a few soothing circles on his skin, just as you have done for him a thousand times before.

Usually, the innocent little touch helps him relax, but today, when you touch his skin, you find it hot to the touch. He flinches and yelps.

“I am so sorry, it was a habit.” you apologize quickly.

“It’s not your fault,” he responds, looking at you with a softness in his eyes. “It’s the sun’s; if the sun wasn’t out today, it wouldn’t have been hot, and I wouldn’t have gotten burned. Why does the sun have to be so hot anyways? Its annoying.” He takes a breath from his anti-sun tirade as you quickly duck out of the room and head back to the fridge where you have been keeping your aloe vera after sun lotion so it stays cold when you apply it.

“Okay, Ken, this may hurt a bit, but I promise it will make you feel better,” you say, walking over to the front of the couch and sitting on the edge of the cushion. He only groans, and you see his fingers dig into the cushion as he braces for the pain.

You squeeze a generous amount of lotion into your hands; the cold sensation feels odd as you hover your palms over his burning skin. Your hands are shaking in apprehension. You really don’t like doing things that would hurt him, even if you are trying to do the opposite.

“You’re hesitating,” he says from beneath you. “You aren’t going to hurt me.”

You let out a dry chuckle, “I’m the one who is supposed to be helping you, remember?”

“You are helping,” he says, his voice encouraging you to move. You take a deep breath and gingerly place your hands on his burnt skin. He squirms as the cold lotion drips onto his back and his breath hitches.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you repeat softly as you continue to rub the lotion onto his skin.

“You’re fine, I’m fine, We’re fine.” Kenma comforts in a shaky voice. “It’s feeling better, I promise.”

“If you say so,” you mumble as you continue; the last time you were not feeling your best, he did so much to make you feel comfortable. And you are paying him back with well-meaning pain.

“Okay, that’s it. You can sit up if you’d like.”

“It’s all rubbed in?” he asks, trying to hide his pain from you.

“How do you feel?” you ask, pressing him and searching for a bit of reassurance.

“Much better, thank you.” he sighs. “I think I just want to lay here for a while. Will you stay with me? You could play one of the games I got for you.”

“That sounds good; of course I will,” you smile, leaning in and kissing him on his sun-dried lips. “But next time, you really gotta wear sunscreen.”

“Next time?” he chuckles, returning the kiss, looking at you with affection in his gaze. “I’m never going outside again.”

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#hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #kenma kozume #kozume kenma #haikyuu fluff #kenma x reader #haikyu x reader #kozume kenma x reader #x reader

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”Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.”

Rupert Giles x Witch! Younger! Reader

You and the Scoobies try to have a normal Thanksgiving. Try, anyway.

[ w — age gap (20+ years), older man/younger woman, injured! reader, assumed unrequited love, short story, tv show-compliant only, slight canon divergence ]

— divider cred: @/inklore

Living above the Hellmouth meant that nothing would ever be normal. No holidays, no birthdays would ever be like the average person’s.

Thanksgiving and Christmas was the same. Monsters and creatures of the dark never took days off, not with their insatiable need to be evil.

Buffy sighed as she staked what was probably the 20th vampire of the night. Thanksgiving was a time to sit down with friends and family, having a lovely, large dinner and being thankful for the people in your life and the things you had.

But not for the Scoobies.

You huffed, rolling your sore shoulder. A vampire had taken a good chunk out of of your neck, but the second he tasted your blood, he instantly revolted, and you took a stake to his heart.

“You good?” Buffy asks, eyeballing your shoulder.

“Yeah.” But you hiss a little as pain flares through it. “It’s just gonna take a minute to heal. I’ll put some bandaids on it when we get back.”

Buffy cheerily and knowingly chips in a, “I’m sure Giles would disapprove.” That prompts you to give her a deadpan look.

“You know that he doesn’t like me like that,” you reply. You shove your hands into your pockets. “It’s a one-way street. Can we talk about something else?”

She shrugs. “Sure.”

The two of you walked side by side out of the graveyard. Buffy sighs, tilting her head down.

“I really wish Christmas could be normal,” she admits. “I miss it, from when I was a kid. It’s so much different from now.”

“Not as involved with monsters, you mean?” you say, and Buffy nods in confirmation. “Yeah, me too. I feel so… apathetic about it anymore. It doesn’t feel as important, as fun as it used to be.”

“Cons of being apart of the supernatural world,” she adds.

“Truly.” You laugh. “Not to mention—” A scream rips from your throat. Cold heat washes through you and up your spine, all the way up to your skull. Your head jolts back at the pain, and the cold heat leaves as the wooden stake leaves your body, now replaced by odd, liquid warmth.

Oh, you’re bleeding. Bleeding out, perhaps.

You heard the slaps and thuds of fighting as you fall to the ground. You try to have some semblance of control as you collapse in pain, but it doesn’t work. You bump your head into a headstone and more liquid oozes down your skin.

You hear the familiar hissing sound of dust. Buffy’s won. Now you see her over you, terror and fear written all over her features.

“[Name]? [Name]? You with me?”

You gulp, attempting to focus and swallow down the pain. “Kinda,” you hiss.

“Healing magic? Can it fix this?” she inquires hurriedly.

“Probably,” you reply, becoming more and more breathless.

“I’m gonna put pressure on it, okay? The second you feel any sort of clarity, start chanting.”

You let out a loud cry of pain, more blood coming out and staining your shirt. The pain signals the adrenaline in your body. It takes you a couple seconds longer than what you hope before you start chanting in Latin.

It feels strange, your body stitching itself back together. The strange feeling of blood coming out of your body disappears. You huff, the chant ending a minute later. Buffy takes her hands off the wound and you watch her examine it.

“How’s it look?”

“Looks good, head wound is gone, too,” she says. “But we need to get you back to the Magic Box. Giles and Willow might have something they can help you brew up to get you fully healed.”

You lean up using your elbows and hands. You take Buffy’s hand and let out groan of pain as you get to your feet. You two walk out of the graveyard and head to the Magic Box. You thank God it’s dark and no one can see you and your best friend walk through the streets of Sunnydale with her holding you up.

The Magic Box comes into sight not ten minutes later. Buffy uses her key to open the door, but neither of you expect to see the floor of the Magic Box completely cleared out, with a large, decorated table filled to the brim with food and drinks.

Xander is the first to turn his head up and see you and Buffy.

“Happy Thanksgiving, you guys!” he says.

“Happy Thanksgiving, Xander,” you speak breathlessly. And that’s when he knows something is wrong. His eyes trail down to your bloodied shirt and widen drastically.

“Oh, crap.”

“Oh, crap is right.” Buffy sets you down in one of the nearest chairs. “Get the others and tell them [Name] needs a healing potion… or some sort of healing magic. The wound isn’t as bad as it looks, but she needs help crossing the finish line.”

“On it.”

Xander heads to the back to get the others, who come rushing in not a moment after he gets them.

Unfortunately for you, all you can focus on through one eye (the other squinted in pain) is Giles, and the look of worry and concern on his face.

“She’s very pale,” Giles says. His voice is clearly worried. It almost seems borderline… terrified?

“Blood loss,” you say in a shakily exhale. “Healed, yes. Blood back inside the body? Not so much.”

“Can you do anything, Giles?” Buffy asks.

“Let me see the wound and we’ll see.”

You raise your shirt, showing off the nasty scar. It’s not fully healed, maybe three-quarters. You look away, eyes meeting Buffy’s, who’s expression is borderline teasing and full of amusement. You roll yours in return.

“Nothing out of my capabilities I can’t heal,” Giles says. He looks up at you and adds, “But I do have to touch it to heal it.”

You shake your head. “It’s fine.” The second Giles places his hand on the injury though, a large wave of nausea makes you shudder and groan.

“She looks like she needs a trash can,” Xander pipes.

“I’ll get one,” Anya offers, disappearing behind the counter momentarily to grab one. She places it next to you and you thank her.

Giles’ warm hand leaves your lower torso. The wound is completely healed, although you still feel faint from the blood loss. He looks at you again, scanning over your sick expression.

“I’ll be fine in a bit,” you tell, a smile appearing on your face. “I think some food in my stomach would do me some good. Thank you, Giles.”

“You are most welcome,” he replies, standing. “And I think you are absolutely correct. Shall we eat?”

Buffy nods and speaks for everyone’s hungry stomachs. “We shall.”

Dawn sits between you and Buffy. Xander, Anya, and Dawn are on the other side of the table. At the head of the table, between Xander and Buffy, is Giles. Just like a father should be, you think, humored.

“So… What happened? How’d you get such a wound?” Willow asks.

You and Buffy answer in unison: “Vampires.”

“Thought we were done and one caught us by surprise with one of the stakes,” Buffy explains. “[Name] used her magic, but she couldn’t heal it all the way.”

“Glad you both made it back,” Xander said happily. “This Thanksgiving dinner we put together would’ve been a total bust.”

Everyone laughs in agreement and digs into the food. Unknowingly to you, Giles can barely keep his eyes off of you, only looking away to take a bite of food off of his plate. Though he does try to it make it obvious.

Indeed, he’s glad you made it back. He’s glad he’s able to heal your injuries. Life would certainly be a lot more dull without you around.

But as Anya hands you the gravy, you catch Giles staring at you out of your peripheral vision. There’s a look on his face, one you know well, because it’s the same one Spike gives Buffy when she’s not looking.

You smile and raise your glass in a toast. “Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.”

Everyone raises their glass cheerily, downing a swig.

You thank this Thanksgiving for giving you hope. Even if it doesn’t last.

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Backseat of his Brother’s Car - Tommy Miller x Reader

Summary: Tommy picks you up from work, both of you having missed each other recently with your work schedules meaning there's a lot of pent up frustration

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: Smut; riding; p in v; fingering; a little bit of overstimulation; fluff; established relationship

Notes: I had this idea for a while but didn’t have the motivation to finish it until @thesapphirequeen send me an ask with a similar prompt

Y/N’s POV

The cafe is always quiet after seven pm as the workers are mostly home by now but there’s always a few stragglers who have had to work late or the students who have been in all day, not realising the time until the evening sun turns the room a mixture of oranges and red. It’s my favourite time of day, the sunsetting means I can finally hang my apron up, leaving Frances to close up. Before I go I make sure to brew three coffees and a frappe knowing I’ll get those sad puppy dog eyes from Joel and Sarah if I don’t come back with their usual coffees. Upon moving to Austin I never expected I’d find a family let alone a boyfriend but three years later here I am. The tray of coffees in my hand and my soft goodbyes called to Frances breaking the comforting quiet of the cafe then the cold evening breeze wrapping her hands around me.

There he is, sitting in the front seat of Joel’s truck, cigarette hanging from those kissable lips, curving up into a loving smile when he sees me. The click of the car doors unlocking has me rushing over, wanting to get into the warmth and head home to have dinner with my three favourite people.

“Hey there baby girl.” Tommy coos as I pull the passenger door shut behind me, securing the coffees in the cup holders before leaning over the console to steal a kiss from him, his lips tasting of strawberries and cigarettes. It’s so addictive, everything about Tommy is addictive and I just want to climb over and settle on his lap but we can’t. We’re outside my work and Tommy’s brother and niece are waiting for us to have our dinner, Joel probably trying to cook it which will end up with Sarah taking over. I don’t know how the brothers survived before I arrived in Austin as neither of them can cook anything without almost setting the kitchen on fire. It’s amusing and I guess adds character to them both, watching the way they panic and flail around trying to act smooth which I don’t think is a word either brother have heard of when it comes to cooking.

A hand lays on my thigh, higher than it should be and Tommy’s bottom lip is between his teeth as he joins the road from the carpark. His sun kissed skin glowing in the evening light, illuminating his freckles and I want to run my tongue over every single one. His hand is inching further up, slipping under my skirt until his pinky finger ghosts over my now aching core, my legs spreading further apart instinctively. I could never say no to Tommy, the way he treats me like I’m the only person in the world, taking his time to explore and work out every dip and bump in my skin over the last year.

We’re not that far away from home and Joel and Sarah will be waiting in the living room so we wouldn’t be able to sneak upstair anyway so he’s just teasing me. Teasing himself too from the way his jeans look exceptionally tight and well… two people can play this game, “Tommy,” I warn and he glances at me, cognac eyes so dark they’re almost black and his lips part with a soft moan when I place my hand over his ever-growing bulge, “Is this why you wanted to pick me up today, hmmm?” I breathe against the taught skin of his neck before biting down, not enough to break the skin but enough that the car jerks a little.

“Fuck baby girl,” He grips my thigh tighter, “We haven’t had much time alone together with me working late and you working early.”

“I know,” I sooth the bite mark, before moving back to my seat, leaving him wanting more. A scowl appears on his face as his hand tightens on the steering wheel, his hand on my thigh moving to cup my soaked panties. Two thick fingers plunge inside without a warning, my hands flailing to find something to ground myself to, one wrapping around his wrist that is pumping those two fingers in and out of me and the other digging my nails into the fabric of the seat below me, “T-tommy… we can’t. O-oh fuck.” My head drops when he curls those fingers and my backs arching, tightening around him as he smirks, attention on the road as we pull onto our road. The heel of his palm presses against my clit and I’m jolting in my seat, a pitiful whine leaving my lips as he reverses into the driveway.

“Backseat. Now.” Tommy’s growling out, turning the engine off and I just stare at him wide eyed until he’s pulling his fingers out of me, leaving me empty and wanting. He doesn’t have to say it twice, I’m scrambling into the backseat, minding the coffee and waiting for Tommy to join me. As soon as he’s settled in the back with me I’m being yanked onto his lap, his fingers resuming their brutal pace, rubbing against that sweet spot that has me whimpering. His other hand tangles in my hair, voice low when he says, “Eyes on me baby girl, I want to see you when you cum for me.”

It takes everything in me to force my eyes open, meeting the endless pools of deep cognac staring back as his thumb rubs rough circles over my almost overstimulated clit. A gasp tearing from my lips as the waves of pleasure crash through me, my walls clamping around his fingers and he’s whispering sweet praises as I ride out my high until I’m slumping forwards, my head on his shoulder. The hand gripping my hair now moving to card through it as he murmurs against my neck, “One more baby girl, I need one more from you.”

I just nod, hands moving between us to fumble with his belt and popping the buttons on his jeans. We both feel the urgency, this needing to be quick as there’s no way the pair inside the house didn’t hear the car pull in. It means Tommy barely gives me time to adjust to his girthy length before he’s gripping my hips and raising me up to slide me back down, finding a brutal pace that has me gasping as the tip grazes my cervix with every thrust. It’s quick, it’s hot and it’s heavy. Kisses are harsh and biting, the windows of the car fogging up as my hands tangle in his hand and I’m pulling as that coil in my stomach begins building again, causing my walls to close around him.

He panting my name, teeth marking any bare skin he can get his lips on as his dick begins twitching with every downwards drag. Neither of us are going to last much longer, especially when his thumb moves back to my sore clit and he’s pressing on it, not even rubbing but it’s too much. My nails digging half moons into his shoulder while my other hand in his hair tightens almost painfully but he seems to get turned on by it with the way his hips stutter and he’s pulling me down once more. The guttural moan that leaves his lips in the form of my name is making me almost cry with pleasure, the feeling of him filling me up making my legs shake with effort.

We stay like that for a little longer, his face buried in the crook of my neck, my forehead against the back of the seats and both of us trying to catch our breaths, just revelling in the feeling of my overstimulated walls still fluttering around him. Tommy is very much into the after sex bliss, wanting to stay inside for as long as he can, sometime we’ll fall asleep like that but right now we can’t. His hands tightening on my hips when I try to move has me whining as we’ve been out here for a suspiciously long time and his dick is twitching against my g-spot, sending waves of too much pleasure up my spine. I finally pry my eyes open, legs still shaking and am met by the front door opening, Tommy still grinding my hips against his a little in overstimulation. Joel appears, eyes narrowing with suspicion when he catches the fogged up windows and I’m panicking.

“Joel! Joel! Joel!” I’m tapping Tommy’s shoulder as Tommy’s older brother walks towards the truck… his truck. Tommy helps me off, quickly tucking himself back into his jeans and doing the zipper up while I flatten my skirt just as the door to the backseat gets open.

“In my car?!” Joel crosses his arms like a father telling his children off and I just duck my head, straightening a crease in my shirt. Tommy just flashes his older brother an innocent smile, grabbing my hand and pulling me out the car after him. Joel shuts the door and locks his car before following us inside.

I kiss Tommy’s cheek and tell him I’m going to take a shower. Tommy’s eyes darken hungrily at this but I smack his chest lightly, not wanting to get into even more trouble with Joel, “Go help Joel set the table for dinner.”

“Yes ma’am.” He grins, grabbing my wrist when I head for the stairs, eyes soft when I look back, “I love you baby girl.”

“I love you too cowboy.”

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