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sir-kuroo · 8 months

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 ♡ MIYA ATSUMU

as the class president, it's your duty to talk sense into ATSUMU about the porn magazine you confiscated from him that's...until one thing leads to another

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 ⋮ f!reader, pwp, creampie, classroom sex, 69, fingering, cunnlingus, L-bomb

“Hey, iinchou...” Atsumu greeted as he closed the classroom door behind him. “It’s already late, ya know? You can just give that to me during practice.”

You shot him a stern and disappointed look. He gulped. He knew he won’t get away without another earful from you.

“I can’t believe you! Looking at dirty stuff like this during class? Do you know what could happen if the teacher finds out...”

He scoffed. “I doubt they’ll never let me play volleyball.”

Atsumu was supposed to view the magazine at home, but he got excited and took a little peek. He was too thrilled to find that the latest issue was filled with preppy and co-ed looking AV idols in school uniform that he didn’t notice you glaring behind him.

You grimaced. “You’re hopeless.”

He sighed.

All the girls at Inarizaki treated him like a celebrity. Tch! Yet the look on your face when you saw him with that magazine made him feel like he’s a convict, a criminal, a disgustin’ piece of human being.

Yeah, right. He got it. You’re the class president and you’re just basically overdoing your job when it comes to him. It ain’t even your fault. He even voted for you, because you’re... He blushed.

Why was he even thinkin’ ‘bout ya! What he should be focusin’ on right now was how to get that magazine back so he could have some good stuff before bedtime.

“C’mon now. It’s late. I don’t have time for this. They’re even turnin’ the lights off.”

Even so, the lamps were on over the running track outside shedding a little light on your profile as you stood by the window.

“You’re not even taking me seriously.” Your brows knitted together. Atsumu clenched his fist. You’re makin’ things difficult for him...

“What? Tell me...You wanna bring that home? I get it. I get it. Fine, all yers. I didn’t think ya have it in ya, iinchou.”

You blushed! “W-What do you mean- I- Hey! I’m not into this kind of stuff!”

He tried to control his grin. You’re really making it hard for him. He can’t help it when you’re this cute.

“I have a lot at home. If you want, I can share some-”

“You’re such a pig!” You slammed the magazine in his face. “I don’t want anything to do with this and you!”

“Did’ya just call me a pig? Did’ya even know how much patience I’ve been puttin’ up wit’ ya?” Atsumu stepped forward, cornering you.

He’s visible now. You gulped. Gosh, he’s freshly showered. Smells good. So handsome.

You were just speechless as he continued his nagging. “I could just easily ignore ya, y’know? I could easily shut you up. Yer even takin’ too much of my practice time! I could easily bully you, yet I don’t cuz I have a crush on ya-”

Atsumu stopped but it’s too late. Your eyes widened at his revelation.

“That’s...not a good joke.” You whispered with a saddened gaze. Was he playing with your feelings, now?

“It...ain’t a joke.” Making you sad was the last thing he wanted. He took a deep inhale and looked away shyly. “Truth is...half of the rules I break was just to get yer attention...”

You gulped and felt your face heating up. Your chest rose up and down as you caught your breath. You couldn’t believe the day would come when you’d be hearing this from him.

“I know I annoy you a lot.” You started, looking away in embarrassment. “But I only keep a close eye on you because I want to support you. I want you to keep doing what you love and-”

The next thing you know he’s already cupping your face. Your lips overlapped with his while you closed your eyes, surrendering in the kiss. His tongue started massaging yours and you held onto his shoulder as he had an arm firm around your frame.

He released your lips, shifting his focus on your neck. Your breath got caught in your chest as he tasted and suck on your skin. His mouth on your neck was building heat in btween your legs. Your bodies pressed even closet together, craving more contact. You felt something bulging between the both of you while he slid your school blazer off.

“Iinchou, I wanna...touch...” He begged.

You blushed. “Y-You’re asking that when you’re already taking my blouse off.”

“’m sorry…” he’s not. He pulled up your bra and revealed your bare breasts. “Fuck…” he breathed out and filled his hand with your flesh, fondling. “So soft…”

You breathed heavily while he couldn’t take his eyes off your squishy tits. He dry gulped and took one into his mouth.

“Aaahh…” You let out, feeling the sensation as his tongue toyed around your nipple. He pulled it up and popped it free, watching it jiggle at the release.

“Ugh, can’t take it!” He let out, panting.

You watched with a hazy gaze as Atsumu stepped backwards, pushing two tables together. With his strong arm, he scooped you up and transferred you there, placing you atop the desk.

He tugged your panties down and you gave your consent by lifting your hips to help him take it off. He sat on a chair and opened your legs wide. “Ya look so juicy…” He whispered and started licking your pussy.

“Aaahhh…Tsumu…” You moaned as he continuously lapped your folds and clit up and down. Your pussy felt so soft and puffy against his tongue it’s making him wanna eat you more and more. Your hips uncontrollably rolled while he had his hands firm on your thighs to hold you down. “Tsumu…”

He freed your pussy from his mouth and stood up as soon as he sensed you’re about to reach your peak. “I wanna see yer face as you cum.” You just stared at him clueless until he slid two fingers inside you. Your back arched as his digits pushed in and out. Gosh, you’re so gooey under his touch that his cock was getting heavier. It didn’t take long until you’re writhing around him. Your mouth parted as you softly moaned, reaching your peak.

And that…that was what orgasm felt like. You heaved, bewildered. Catching your breath, he leaned forward to engulf you in a kiss. You soon heard the sound of metal clacking, which you figured was his belt.

“Can I?” He asked.

You blushed and nodded your head. He swiped his tip against your slit to lubricate himself. You readied yourself, holding onto his strong biceps. Slowly, he eased inside you. You both let out a moan when your pussy swallowed the entirety of him in. You teared a little. He’s big that you never imagined someone his size could fit your little hole.

You remained still, panting.

“Are ya okay?” He asked.

You nodded your head. “I’m okay now. You can move.”

“It’s our first time. I’ll be slow.” He lovingly said as he began pulling out and pushing in a tempered tempo. Gradually, it starting to feel really good like an odd kind of massage wherein it was his cock inside your folds.

You let out a moan of pleasure and Tsumu increased his pace. Oh gosh, you never knew sex would feel this good. This great. Your hips now matching his penetration.

“Y/N…” he breathed out, pumping skillfully that your juices overflowed from your vagina.

You held onto the edge of the table for leverage as Atsumu’s movements were becoming more pronounced. Accidentally, your eyes travelled to the floor and saw the porn magazine you confiscated from him. You couldn’t believe it you’re in the same exact position as the idol from the magazine’s page.

Atsumu didn’t fail to notice.

“Ya know, that magazine was yer fault anyway!” He mercilessly slammed his dick deep inside you.

“Mhmn! T-Tsumu?” You breathed out.

“I only buy those so I can imagine fuckin’ ya in this uniform! In this very position!” He said as he began pounding faster.

“Aaaahhh! Tsumu…”

“Yer the only person I wanna fuck! Dammit! I’m dyin’ to have ya in every way!” Tsumu plunged in deep, his tip kissing your womb.

“S-so rough…Wait- Tsumu…”

He’s screwing you like crazy that the tables started squeaking and swaying.

His eyes were shut and his brows were knitted together as he cried out all the lewd things he wanted to do to you. “You…Against the chalkboard! Fuck! And yer mouth…around my cock under the table!”

“Tsumu….” You moaned, your mind going blank.

“Best of all…on this desk! On my desk!” He thrust harder and faster.

Your legs reflexively wrapped around his waist to meet your orgasm. “Aaahhh…aahhh…I-I’m coming!”

You reached for him and clasped your hands at the back of his neck. Your gazes met and you mindlessly uttered, “I love you, Tsumu.”

He bit his lip and whimpered. You squeezed him up, while you both moved your hips in a frenzy, as you two come down.

“Iinchou…Y/N, I love you too.” Atsumu murmured against your shoulder as he cradled you. You reveled in the moment until you felt something dripping down your thigh.

“…”

“I-I’ll take full responsibility. I swear! It’s just…ya said ya love me and I lost it.”

“How can we be so careless?” You pinched and pulled his cheek. “I can’t believe I allowed it without giving much thought.” You sighed.

“I mean what I said though.” He looked you in the eye. “Yer the only person I’d wanna fuck from now on.”

Atsumu grinned his foxy grin the kind that always made your heart stop and, now, your pussy wet. He inched closer, noses touching and soon you found yourselves making out.

“Mhmn!” You were surprised to feel him grow and harden inside you again.

“Just one more, please.” He pleaded until you couldn’t even remember how you got yourselves on the floor and with your hand around his dick and with him beneath you as he inspected your pussy.

Gosh, who knew his cock would be as pretty as him. The tip blushing perfectly that you couldn’t help but move your tongue around it. Your hand stroke up and down to stimulate his shaft while his moans encouraged you to do better and devour his full-length.

“Damn…so sexy. Yer so damn sexy. A lot better than my hand when I imagine you do that.” He exhaled as the heat in him rose. No fair, he’s about to cum. Not yet. “Ya seem to enjoy your meal there…” His hands started caressing your ass. “Now, what do we have here?” His thumbs parted the lips of your pussy to reveal your folds and he dove right in, eating you out like a hungry fox.

You whimpered around his cock, which sent him shivers. He pulled his face away and replaced it with his fingers inside you. “Oh look at that…” He said through gritted teeth so hyped up as he fucked you with his digits. “Yer creamin’ around my fingers.”

“T-Tsumu, w-what’re you-mmnph-“ Your legs gave up and Tsumu held you firm, lifting your hips up as he aggressively plunged his fingers fast in and out you were screaming his name so loud as you cum.

Shit! That shit made him even harder his cock felt so heavy. “I…I need to cum.” He huffed with hungry eyes.

You both came and came endlessly that evening. You couldn’t even keep track anymore. Droplets of his cum even messed up the floor and several chairs and tables in the classroom as you two fucked like crazy over and over again. You couldn’t even remember how you ended up with your chest pressed against the blackboard and a leg hooked around his arm as he penetrated you deeply and thoroughly from behind.

“I…hah hah…I’m going crazy.” You said, as you became lightheaded with all the sex yet couldn’t help yourself. It felt too good that you didn't want it to end. It must be the hormones or the pent-up tension of always being at each other’s throats with you being the class rep and him being the attention-seeking mischievous classmate.

“Ugh…iinchou!” He exclaimed as he pressed you even harder against board, his cock going deeper. “I’m even crazier! I’m fuckin’ the class rep raw in the classroom against the blackboard after class!”

“Ohhhh…ahhh…Tsumu…I can’t anymore, please!” You cried as you came for the nth time.

“Iinchou…Y/N!” He hissed against your ear as he gave you bust his load inside you.

You both breathed out while he slid himself outside you. His cum spilled out of your pussy the moment he pulled his cock out.

“Crap, we got some cleaning to do.” You said as he pulled you in embrace and gave your cheek a sweet kiss.

“Lemme take care of that.”

It was already dark when Atsumu finished cleaning your mess and offered to walk you home. You never thought you’d be home late just because of your boyfriend.

“Did ya have fun, iinchou? Or…did I overdo it?” Tsumu asked.

“It was great, but yes. You overdid it.” You blushed. “All of that…in the classroom for my first time.” You wanted to hide your face in embarrassment. You never thought you’d be that lewd.

“It’s yer fault.” He pulled you in an embrace. “Yer very sexy back there.”

“Goddammit, Atsumu!”

He chuckled. “How ‘bout we…”

“After your practice match.” You firmly said, knowing what he’s about to suggest.

“What? But Y/N…that’s next week.” Tsumu whined.

You shot him a look. “Got any complaints?”

He sighed and pouted. “Nope, none.”

“Your magazine…where is it?” You asked, remembering where it all began.

Tsumu carefreely shrugged his shoulders. “Nah, I ended up usin’ it to wipe the floor. I ain’t gonna be needin’ that anyways.” You tilted your head in puzzlement. He whispered closely to your ear. “I already got ‘ya.”

You blushed further and he grinned. Oh, you could only imagine what your last year of high school with Atsumu got in store for you.

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foreingersgod · 6 days

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ok hiiii! i’m the anon that asked for nika! sooo maybe a fic where reader is another players sister (or best friend, whatever you think would fit) and the player brings reader to a game and reader meets nika and it’s like love at first sight? maybe not as cringy as i made it sound lol, but i hope you get what i mean!

💗💗

to requester: i saw your other request and decided i’ll do them separately so we can enjoy more nika content!

Best Friends Sister . NM

pairing: nika muhl x reader

synopsis: you tag along with your parents for your sister’s game, not knowing it would be the best decision of your life.

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paigey: are you coming tonight with mom and dad or no?

you: only if you don’t hit me with another basketball then sure

paigey: i said i was sorry, dude. you should come though, i haven’t seen you for a minute

you: yea sorry, been busy and stuff. i’ll be there!

it was rare for you to attend your sister’s games on a regular basis. as much as you loved her and wanted to support, you were slammed with work and school and friends, the whole 9 yards. plus, watching millions of girls freak out over your sister was not your idea of a good time. but you’d been missing paige lately and wanted to show your sisterly support at least a few times this season.

so there you were, sitting outside your apartment on the concrete steps of the building, waiting for your parents to pick you up for the game. clad in UCONN attire, you picked at the weeds growing in between the cracks of stone.

arriving at the stadium, you could already sense the chaos. seeing all the girls there to see your sister play, it was a weird feeling. but once you made your way closer to the court with your family, seeing how happy paige looked out there, it made you feel insanely proud.

UCONN was up by 6 and your sister was killing it. being able to see her improvement throughout the game was truly rewarding to see. you cheered and hollered for each score until the end of the game finally rolled around, UCONN secured the win.

paige celebrated with her team for a few moments, reveling in their success before making her way to where you all sat. she greeted your parents with hugs, mom kissing her on the cheek and dad patting her back. then she maneuvered to you, dabbing you up before pulling you into a hug or your own.

“you killed it out there loser,” you congratulated “glad i got to see you play tonight, i’ve missed you!”

she laughed “thanks, me too”

paige worked her way around the rest of your family, taking time to chat with everyone. then she pulled you aside, motioning for you to follow her back down to the court.

“what?” you questioned, showing up at her side.

“thought i’d introduce you to everyone, plus aaliyah hasn’t seen you in forever and has been begging to see you”

you were always close with a few a her teammates, some of them being in paige’s life for so long that they became a part of your family. aaliyah, you were especially close with. but a lot of her other, newer teammates, you had yet to meet.

when you arrived on the court, paige leading you to the team, you started to spot some familiar faces. aaliyah ran over to you the second she saw you. pulling you into a bear hug and scolding you for not visiting more often. you greeted ice, too, congratulating her on a good game. it was nice to see them all again, catching up for lost time.

while in a conversation with aaliyah about how your job was going, paige politely pulled you aside again. she dragged you through the small crowd saying “i wanna introduce you to someone, i don’t think you’ve met yet”

finally, she stopped pulling you, coming to a halt just in front of the bench seats. paige was right, some girl you didn’t recognize sat on one of the seats, wiping the sweat from her brow and catching her breathe.

“hey, nika, i wanted to introduce you to my sister, YN!” paige said over the havoc of the stadium.

she looked up upon hearing paige summon her, eyes moving from paige’s and then to yours. she caught your attention right away, and suddenly, nothing else mattered once you locked eyes with the girl.

nika, you recalled paige calling her that, was the most beautiful girl you’d seen in your entire life. you studied every feature of her face right in that moment. her hair, you could only imagine how soft it was, pulled back in a near ponytail. her rosy cheeks, flush from exhaustion and excitement. her pearly white teeth that were so bright when she smiled at you. she was perfection if it were a person.

she was examining you as well, you could tell by the ways her eyes flickered between your eyes and down to your lips (triangle method iykyk). for a faint moment, it was just the two of you, lost in each others gaze. there was something about her, you couldn’t place it, but you wished you’d never have to look away.

unfortunately for you, your day dreams were interrupted when paige spoke up, confused by the silence.

“earth to nika” she waved her hand jokingly in front of her face “did you hear me? this is YN”

her eyes painfully pulled away from yours, looking at paige in surprise “right! sorry, i think i’m still a bit light headed”

she stood up, walking towards you and extending her hand out to you “very nice to meet you, YN, i didn’t know paige had a sister!”

your throat fell dry as you took her hand, gently shaking it. her touch lingered as her fingers swept against yours “nice to meet you too! yea i’m kind of all over the place and not around much so the team hasn’t seen a lot of me recently”

she eyed you again as you spoke. she tucked loose hairs behind her ear, smirking in a sultry manner.

“i get it, life’s busy” she bit her lip just enough for you to notice “but i’d..um-i’d like to see you around more”

“yea, hopefully i can stick around for a few more games” you joked, trying to hide how flustered you were.

“i’ll count on it” she said, then turned back to paige as she fumbled around in her bag, getting ready to leave “hey i gotta go catch up with a few people, but i’ll see you tomorrow?”

paige nodded, saying her goodbyes for the evening.

“see you around, YN” nika remarked, shoulder brushing against yours slightly as she walked past you, leaning in to whisper to you “and uh, do you think that maybe…maybe i could grab your number from paige or something? only if it’s ok with you”

you nodded your head vigorously, “yea, yes that’s more than ok with me”

she nodded back, flashing those dazzling teeth at you again before rushing across the court. you turned to face paige and saw the contorted look on her face.

“what the hell was that?” she asked.

“nothing” you suppressed a smile “it’s nothing”

that night, after the excitement of the game had worn off and you were back home, you were tucked into bed about to fall asleep. your phone buzzed abruptly, cashing you to roll over and pull it from its charger. your eyes squinted shut from the bright light of the screen.

unknown: hey is this YN? it’s nika :)

you didn’t have to think twice before responding and creating her contact.

you: it is, hi nika <3

nika: sorry to text you so late, paige was…very hesitant about giving me your number lol, but i was hoping i could take you out sometime if you’d want?

you: haha she’s annoying sometimes i’m sorry!

but i would love to you out with you!

nika: great! are you free friday? maybe 6ish?

you: definitely, it’s a date <3

you couldn’t stop smiling as you texted the rest of the night. who would have thought a basketball game would have changed your life completely?

#nika muhl #nika mühl #nika muhl x reader #wcbb #wcbb x reader #uconn wbb

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meowufff · 10 months

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This is my first actual post on Tumblr ever so pls bear with me. Also, English is not my first language so pls excuse any mistakes I make :)

So, this whole thing here started just as a joke bc I was curious if anyone else was feeling constantly tired all day no matter how long I sleep. But it all somehow escalated a bit and I may have started hyperfixating on it so well, now it actually became a little survey.

I also wanted to mention that I only asked the artist in my little Tumblr bubble, which is mostly tmnt content, so my results are mostly referring to tmnt artists.

In total, I asked 143 people if they could remember the last time they woke up and just felt actually rested for more than half of the day.

I probably could have been more specific with my question but again, I did not actually planned to let it become so big. Personally, for me being rested means, having a clear head, no headache or foggy mind without consuming any caffeine.

So out of 143 people, 100 answered me and I tried my best to sort all of the answers after the criteria “good-sleep-schedule” and “bad-sleep-schedule” and also noted when exactly they last felt actually rested into either the last days, weeks, months, years or “???” when they couldn’t remember or didn’t mention anything specific.

And let’s just say… it does not really look good. Out of 100 people, only 18 have an actual good sleep schedule. Out of these 18 people, 13 felt really rested in the last days, 2 in the last weeks, only one person in the last months and 2 in the last years.

Out of the 82 of people who have a bad sleep schedule, 10% lastly felt rested in the last days, 11% in the last weeks, 11% in the last months, 30% in the last years, and 38% couldn’t remember or didn’t specify it.

While reading all your answers I came to realize being sleep deprived is not just bc any of them thought “Oh it would be really neat to stay up till 4 am!” or smth like that.

A lot of the artists who answered me mentioned that they have trouble falling asleep or staying asleep due to stuff like insomnia, chronic pain, other issues, or children (yeah, ok, there was just one who had a child but still).

While analyzing I mostly referred the situations to my own experience with going to sleep or rather not going to sleep...

I usually don’t have problems falling asleep but trouble actually putting my stuff away and going to bed bc I don’t want to end the day or just don’t want to go to sleep (don’t ask why, I have no idea why I am like this). While having these “episodes” I often doodle smth, binge reading some fanfics, or watch whatever I can find on the internet until I’m just falling asleep or can convince myself that it is 3 am and I really should go to bed now.

So, my personal theory about why sleep deprivation is so common among Tumblr artists is not bc they do art all night. My theory is that a lot of people who have trouble falling asleep due to insomnia, pain, or other issues are filling the time until they hopefully fall asleep with their art, doodles, writings, or whatever their creative minds can bring up, to help the time pass.

In total that would mean that not all artists are sleep deprived but more that a lot of people who have trouble falling asleep do a lot of art or creative stuff in general.

Something I could also imagine is, that if they start doing art while waiting for sleep, they start to concentrate a lot on creating more and start procrastinating sleep even if they actually get tired bc they wanna do art and fuck up their non-existing sleep schedule even more but that could also just be me projecting here.

I know that is probably no kind of big revelation but for me it was kind of surprising to see how many people here are as sleep deprived as me and due to what reasons.

I’m not going to preach to any of you to get that problem solved or smth, I have no right to tell you what to do and would be a major hypocrite so instead I really which everyone to get some kind of good sleep schedule one day and the joy of waking up and feeling completely rested at least thrice per week.

I absolutely love all your art and thank you a thousand times for helping me with this spontaneous survey!

I would love to hear your opinions on my theory and conclusion so pls don’t be shy and feel free to point out any mistakes I may have made or tell me your own theories :D

Also, if my question is still sitting in your inbox, feel free to answer! I’m gonna keep ma big ass excel table so I can edit all the results anytime. And maybe, one day, I'm gonna continue this survey and go into more detail but for now I need to leave it like this.

Ok, that's all I got

BYE!

Thanks to all participants

@abbeyofcyn @angelpuns @beannary @bulbabutt @camilieroart @cementgeek @cheesyescapade @cokowiii @easterartist @frosteaart @gemini-forest @happyfoxx-art @heckitall @hellishgayliath @holy-sweetsour-milk @icepopcider @idiot-mushroom @iscreamkitty @kovalitics @laseralligator @lieutenantbiscute @matchstique @mightyanxiety @miiukkaa @mr-doodles @pezhead @probably-not-a-rutabaga @pumpkster @sad-leon @sassatello @sewercrocodileart @sheep-turtles-and-pizza @signanothername @spectra-bear @stephuart @tangledinink @tapakah0 @tasenwiththerobots @tblsomedoodles @thegunnsara @triona-tribblescore @turrondeluxe @valen-timez @vangh17a @wraenata @zinovi768 @debb987 @dianagj-art @goatedgreen @indieyuugure

#Average Tumblr artists sleep deprivation #Sleep survey #Survey #If I had put at least half the effort I put into this survey into learning I wouldn't need to do a retake of my finals #Hyperfixiation is kicking HARD #that escalated quickly

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prettyboyrry · 11 months

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hi!! i’m so so sorry i haven’t posted any content in a week but i’m back :)) i totally did not expect you guys to like that last one as much as you did but i appreciate it so much. this one is actually based off of an audio from my absolute favorite nsfw va ever so please please please go listen to it before you read. i kind of did some things different just for fun but the concept was too good not to write about. hope you enjoy<3 below is gonna be a link to jupiters audio :)

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I flinch as the same stupid jump scare pops up as the last 15. If you told me this morning instead of having a chill day to recharge and cuddle with my beautiful girlfriend I'd be sitting in a movie theater watching a movie she was oh so excited to see that it deterred her from cuddling with me, I'd be pissed.

Which I fucking am. I'm sitting with my arms crossed, my lips in a pout and my eyebrows furrowed together just to make it all the more dramatic. This isn't even that aggravating I just wanna make her feel good so we can go home and she can hold me like I deserve after being so good for her all week.

"What's the matter baby?" I'm snapped out of my angered internal rant by abby's sexy raspy voice I have to pretend doesn't affect me so I can keep up my act. It's so hard when she's looking at me with that smirk on her face that makes my cheeks warm up.

"Nothing." I grumble, not very politely might I add. I can see her intake a deep breath trying to calm herself before she answers me. My attitude clearly being uncalled for. I know this isn't as big of a deal as I'm making it but I just want her attention so bad I'm losing it.

"You wanna try that again?" She asks. I flit my eyes over to her to check her demeanor and she's becoming more and more aggravated with me by the second which is valid I'm getting snappy with her but it's for a good reason. Kind of.

"Nope i'm good." I reassure her but she doesn't miss the way I roll my eyes at the end for good measure. I just want her to fucking touch me at this point it's what I've been craving all week but all she wants is to see a dumbass movie we could've watched in the comfort of our own home instead we're now surrounded by a bunch of college students who had nothing better to do.

"I really hope that it's just because it's dark in here i just saw your eyes roll" she assures me "because you would never ever be that rude to me right?"

"I don't know what you're talking about" i whisper to her,"just shut up and watch your movie you care about oh so much"

She raises her eyebrows at what I've just said to her. I'm practically shaking at what's to come. The anticipation is killing me. Is she gonna let us go home? Keep watching the movie? Or mayb-

My internal rambles are cut off by her snaking her hand between my thighs and cupping my heat. I bring my hand down to the arm of my chair and grip it tightly. The feeling of her large hand on my clothed cunt are nothing short of orgasmic.

"You know" she starts, leaning over whispering into my ear "I've been teasing you all week waiting for you to get this needy. I saw your puppy dog eyes when i came in from work waiting to be fucked like the good girl you are and knew I had to mess with you. I don't wanna see this stupid ass movie"

My breathing hitches when I feel her pull down my panties from under my skirt and the cold air hits my pussy. I groan watching her slide my panties into her pocket.

"But what I do wanna see, is you try to keep quiet while i fuck you around all of these people." She says in a husky voice that's making me practically drool.

I gasp at the revelation and that's when I finally notice the shape of her strap sitting pretty in her grey sweatpants. I squeeze my eyes shut when she starts to use her thumb to rub circles onto my clit not starting off slow at all but going at a pace that's making me soaking wet. I let out a strained whimper but remember where we are so I quickly jerk my head over to her and shove my face into her neck leaving hot kisses to try and quiet myself.

"Fuck, you're so hot" she groans,"I'm gonna put my fingers in now okay?"

"yes yes mhm," i cry pathetically to her, feeling so embarrassed at how worked up i already am.

"I bet they're gonna slide right in at how fucking soaked you are" she practically laughs at me "such a whore, hm?"

I nod frantically grabbing onto her bicep hoping she gets the memo and puts her fingers inside me.

"nuh uh" she tutts "when I ask a question you answer it"

"Yes yes abby i'm your whore, all yours" i whine," please."

"shhh" she says "need you to be quiet baby, I know you're needy but do you want everyone to know that you're my little whore?"

"Actually, don't answer that" she rephrases, knowing what my answer was gonna be.

I go to make a snarky remark but am cut off when she skips warming me up and slams two fingers into me.

"oh god please" I don't even know what I'm begging for at this point I just want her.

My brain has turned into complete mush because all I can think about is the way she's curling her fingers just right into the spot that has my eyes rolling into the back of my head and my teeth biting into my lip so hard I can feel myself bleeding a bit.

I cry out desperately when a particularly harsh thrust is delivered and I let my pitiful moans out.

I whip my head up when she stops thrusting her fingers into me to see her practically seething at me.

"Your moans are for me and for me only" she orders,"so what's the issue hm?"

"i know i know m'sorry" I apologize "i'm trying to stay quiet but I can't"

"fix it" she says very sternly.

"yes ma'am" i respond politely.

I immediately fuck up when she slips her fingers back into me with no warning so of course I let out a small moan I couldn't mask. She smirks knowing I was gonna do that and looks up at me darkly.

"poor baby, doesn't know how to listen" she says in a sweet tone but what she's about to do to me is everything but sweet, "it's okay honey, I'll help with that."

Before I can ask what she's gonna do, two fingers get shoved down my throat.

"Since you don't know how to be quiet I'm gonna do it for you huh baby" she asks, knowing I can't answer.

She continues what she's doing under my skirt but instead of just pumping her fingers at an incomprehensible pace, she adds her thumb, continuing the circle motion she was doing on my clit earlier. The combination of the two makes me double over gripping the arms of my theater chair tightly trying to get some type of leverage.

The erotic feeling of this combined with that fact that we could get caught at any moment makes my let out a shaken moan into her fingers that are covered in my saliva. My abdomen begins to tighten when she continues hitting that same spot inside of me that makes me scream. I've had some of the most life altering orgasms when I'm with her but this time it feels completely different.

"mm i-" i try to speak to her through the fingers that i mine as well be choking on with a frantic look on my face at the feeling that's washing over me.

"I know I know lovie," she hums working me through it,"just let it happen"

I nod at her, feeling safe.

"fuck fuck I'm coming, oh my god please" i chant out a mantra of her name and curses as a feeling hits me I've never felt before all at once. My body is twitching all over and my legs are shaking so violently in my seat that she lays her arm across them so no one notices. The feeling that's happening in my stomach is making hot tears stream down my cheeks.

"holy fuck that was hot" she says gruffly after I come down from the most intense orgasm I've ever had.

I look down to find a small puddle of my orgasm in the seat below me realizing that I just-

"I've never made you squirt before what the fuck" abby is looking at me astonished.

"I made a mess" i look at her with a pout slightly embarrassed at this new experience but also feeling like I'm on cloud nine.

"mhm," she hums, pulling me onto her lap facing her "and you're gonna make another one on my lap."

I'm caught off guard when she slides her sweats down just enough to where her dick comes out of her pants. She grabs onto it sliding it back and forth on my sensitive folds making me shudder. I remember we're in a movie theater when she grabs the blanket we brought with us and places it over the both of us to cover the lewd scene happening underneath.

"Can't have everyone seeing your pretty little ass grind on my cock now can we?" she questions me.

"no abby" i whine, "may I have a kiss"

"Of course you can angel" she smiles leaning in planting a long, loving kiss on my lips that reassures me that we're both on the same page and I'm always safe with her.

"Now be good for me and fuck yourself on my cock" she orders, to which I immediately comply to.

I grab onto her shoulders for leverage and bounce lightly up and down onto her to get any sort of friction getting rid of the achy feeling in my tummy from how much I've wanted her.

"The next time you think about being a little cunt to me instead of telling me what you need" she punctuates her sentence by thrusting up into me very harshly making me bite down on her shoulder "I hope you remember how hard it's been to stay quiet in a movie theater and how if you would've just asked for what you wanted at home I would've given it to you and more"

I continue grinding fast and hard on her lap feeling her cock bulge out of my tummy at the angle.

"m'sorry just want you now please" i whine into her ear.

"I know you are baby, it's okay" she reassures me.

My orgasm is coming much faster than the first one due to how sensitive I am so all I need are a few more thrust before that familiar feeling in my belly starts to form.

"god i can hear how soaked you are over the movie" she whispers into my ear trailing hot kisses down my neck. I gasp out into the air when I'm hit with a harsh thrust from her and her very last kiss lands on my boob where she stays, sucking and biting down softly creating bright red hickies.

This is all I need before I'm thrashing against her begging for mercy as she notices my lack of grinds, taking over and fucking up into me clearly not caring about the people around us helping me ride my orgasm out.

"abby, fuck, they're gonna hear me" i cry to her.

"shhh it's ok darling keep going" she hushes me bring her hand down between us rubbing my clit in circles as my orgasm ends making my legs shake in overstimulation.

I freeze when I hear a voice other than abby's but before I can look my head is being covered by a blanket.

"Is she alright" the other voice asks.

"yeah she's fine" abby says in a bored tone clearly pissed we were interrupted.

"just checking" the person says to which abby hums to.

"thanks" is all I hear from her before the person's footsteps lightly fade away.

Abby lifts the blanket from my head smoothing back my hair and pecking my lips three times.

"round three at home?"

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i wrote this half asleep so really hoping i don’t regret publishing this tomorrow but bye bye ily mwahh

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𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐄’𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 ➺ k.mbappé

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — in which it’s the night of the grammys and amara has the chance to make history and shock the world with some revelations

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — amara imani (oc) x kylian mbappé

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 10k

𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 — while we’re young [jhene aiko]

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 — @aechii @lorarri

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — so… we’ve finally made it. one more article and we’re through with mon amour. I want to thank you all for reading, for not leaving even though I had some periods where I couldn’t find any inspiration. You still read Mon amour even if I found myself soo discouraged and unmotivated. Don’t worry, i still have a lot for this series planned. A very big thank you goes also to @aechii who accompanied me through the entire process and supported me in the best way. nothing i could wish more for and i am very happy about the fact that you enjoyed it so much. one of my closest people. and then a big thank you goes to my soul sister @lorarri — without her this series probably wouldn’t exist and this series are as much mine as they are hers.

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charles_leclerc … about that 😶

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𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄

her life was truly a fairytale. amara imani was sure of that now.

looking back a year and a half ago, she would have never thought she would be able to say those words; especially because she loved fairy tales and her life seemed to be going drown back then. and somehow one person had been able to change everything and make her life resemble a disney movie. give her her own fairy tale.

her love for fairytales dated back a long time ago. back to when her father used to read her stories before going to sleep. how often had she fallen asleep to the happy endings of snow white or cinderella? wished that she would meet her dream prince like belle did with the beast? well, now she had.

the life she had built now was different than before. historians liked to define time by distinguishing before christ and after christ. and amara could organize her time now by differentiating between before and after evan — or better yet, before and after kylian.

before kylian, she was there but she felt herself floating between spaces, just there but with no cause. the quick rise and new found fame had made her lose herself in all the turmoil and with the addition of evan, amara soon didn’t even recognize her own reflection in the mirror anymore. during that time, life become meaningless and fairytales stayed what they were. plain fairy tales, made simply for the purpose of entertaining children.

that was the problem once one lost themself. the genuine pleasure and joys of life were lost with the person itself. colors became blurry together, and there was no difference anymore in what was real and what was a simple imagination of what one truly felt. amara found herself lost, drowning even though the water was clear. herself long gone. and her identity too.

philosophy described the identity as several qualities, beliefs, characteristics and the sense of belonging that formed a person. described them and made the different from all the other humans and their identities. their identities were highly necessary for the growth of the human. but when one lost themselves, their identity was often a part of what they were losing too. the security of knowing what one was became a doubtful question, followed by several insecurities that were coming up too.

maybe losing herself big amara so hard because she had never truly known herself — after all, the brain has not finished developing till the age of 23. the sudden void that filled a part of her and could not be filled had ripped apart the part of her that she had carried into her new life. the new-found fame. and even the smallest innocent parts of herself were lost the moment she had not known who she was anymore.

and then there was after kylian. the time where she found herself again. and fairytales became true again.

sometimes people had to lose themselves to find themselves again, to see themselves the way they truly are. find their own worth again. a process amara had needed more than she could have imagined.

evan had reduced her, made her believe she was nothing more than a side piece to his person that cling to him and followed him wherever he went. he had treated her career as if it was a side hobby she had been doing and could stop at any time. she had gotten so wrapped up in the false illusion evan had created of her, she had forgotten how much she was worth for just being herself. maybe evan had shown her a different world, shown her the secrets to it and made her see different colors — but he had also shown her how much she didn’t fit into his world. she had forgotten how special she was because she was too busy loving him, trying to meet his expectations and ideals.

it had made the idea of love seem disgusting — why would anyone go through that kind of pain just to be disappointed? sure, love included pain, after all one didn’t truly love if they had never experienced the pains of love. but when the pain was outweighing the good? the happy moments? amara had closed the chapter of love when evan had humiliated her. forgotten all her dreams of getting her happy ever after.

it was kylian who made the difference.

showing someone something was not the way one can learn. they’ll know how to spot it but they won’t know how to use it. it’s by teaching them that one can truly learn. and kylian taught amara how to love.

taught her that love was not just sharing “i love you”. the act of love went further than that, more intimate. love was about creating. constructing a world that fits the other one as much as oneself. trying to realize the best version of the world. and it was so much more than just creating.

love was also about trust. being able to confide in your partner was just as important as the feelings that were developed in a relationship. they had to trust that the other would always be there to catch them, no matter what case. trust was just as important. it was valuable and once the trust was gone, even love would not be enough.

but what amara treasured the most was communication. it made her feel seen, her problems were heard and not just swallowed down to forget. they compromised when they weren’t sharing the same opinion and talked it out when they felt misunderstood. amara had always thought men didn’t like talking about their feelings, especially with all the fights she had had with evan whenever he seemed angry but again, kylian proved that there was hope for the male population.

he didn’t keep to himself. when something seemed to be bothering him, he cleared it quickly with her and cuddle sessions were often spent with him ranting, whenever he felt bad or annoyed at his team. but most importantly, he never took it out on her.

no matter how complicated it got, how angry he sometimes seemed at paris, he never let any of his anger out on amara — he never even showed it. it was another way of expressing their love for each other; by being their best versions for each other.

they were ready for everything. even for the big night that was awaiting them.

just thinking about the grammys made a shiver run through her body. in about fifteen minutes she would officially step into the public again. re-enter the high society of the music industry and make her comeback. and for the first time, she would be opening the grammys. to say she was nervous was an understatement — even cleaning her entire house seemed like a better idea at the moment.

the closer the car got, the more she could hear fans screaming and yelling from outside. amara had truly forgotten what big importance the grammys played — the night that decided all. and she was nominated in eight categories. she hadn’t even made two last year and now she was nominated for eight — oh, how the tables could turn.

“on a scale from one to ten, how nervous are you?” grace asked her softly, reaching for amara’s hand and squeezing it.

“44,” amara replied stiffly, fidgeting with her fingers. her heart was pounding like a drum in her chest, even though in a few minutes she would put on her best million dollar smile. weeks had gone into the preparation for the grammys, especially since she was the one hosting and opening them. adding to that, she also had two more performances scheduled tonight and amara knew that they had to be perfect. everyone would be scrutinizing her, watching her with prying eyes and waiting for a slip up.

the weight of expectations was suffocating her but she was not about to have a panic attack ten minuets away from the venue. and not when she looked this beautiful.

the beautiful diamond-encrusted blue mermaid gown that had been specially made for her fit her like a second skin. the dress was gorgeous with its long tail and waves that emphasized the long slit and showed off her beautiful legs. it was made to turn heads and steal the show — perfect for amara tonight. her hair had been pulled into an elegant sleek bun that matched the neutral but glowing makeup. she looked breathtaking so why didn’t she feel like it?

“you are the star of the night and you know it. no album was as good as mon amour and everybody knows it. even the people on social media are backing you,” grace tried to assure her as amara took a deep breath. she was trying to steady her hands and stop the shivering but her nerves were getting the better side of her.

was she very excited to spend the night with people who had turned their back on her the minute evan had started spreading his lies? no. but would she love wiping the smile off their face by stealing the show tonight? definitely.

her redemption arc had gone perfectly. even better than she had imagined. she didn’t have any reason to be nervous. she was still fidgeting with her fingers as the car arrived but her nerves had calmed down a bit. this was her moment; her chance to show the world again that she was back and here to stay.

she closed her eyes for a few seconds as the car pulled up in front of the venue, a small smile appearing on her lips as she heard all the fans screaming. she wasn’t sure if they were yelling for her or maybe a previous artist but it reminded her again of how much she had missed them. missed her own fans that had defended her till the end. she would step onto that red carpet and make everyone swallow their past words. that’s what she had been taught and no situation fit better than this one.

“it’s show time,” grace whispered excitingly and amara took one final deep breath. the driver then opened the door and amara stepped out, the defeating roar of the crowd hitting her like a sudden wave.

the moment she had finally gotten out of the car, people making sure that her dress was okay, Fans reached a new height of their screams as they yelled out of excitement. everyone surged forward, trying to catch a glimpse of the attention of the star singer while paparazzis were literally blending her their cameras and constant pictures. amara turned around and waved to the fans, blowing them kisses while a huge smile formed on her face.

as she walked towards the red carpet, even journalists who were reporting live from the event were shocked by what turmoil the arrival of amara imani caused. cameras were flashing constantly without a pause, nearly blinding her as they tried to capture every move. even the other stars who had arrived before her were stunned by her appearance — and the way they nearly saw white because of all those paparazzi trying to take the best picture of her.

“oh my god, this is crazy,” amara exclaimed, her cheeks starting to hurt from all the smiling.

“girl, what did you expect? eight nominations and your first grammy appearance since two years? of course you’re gonna be turning heads,” grace replied in a matter of fact- tone because it was obvious. “this is your night so enjoy it.”

guided by her team, she moved quickly along them before stoping for the final red carpet photos and the interviews grace had told her would he waiting for her. the poses came naturally to her though it became quite difficult to keep her eyes constantly open with the way photographers were flashing her with their cameras. she smiled one last time, turning a bit so that her entire dress was visible and was caught at every angle. and then it was interview time.

with a smile plastered on her face, she stepped towards the first reporter, all cameras still on her. “wow, first let me say, you look gorgeous. you’re glowing tonight.”

“thank you so much. i would say i’m blushing but i can’t…,” she trailed off jokingly before becoming serious again. “nah, but i am really thankful for my team that organized all this and very thankful for the designers that created this dress for me.”

“well, amara, we all know that you prefer to hide the muse behind your new album but has it helped you with your success? especially after such a hard year?”

she took a deep breath, trying to form the perfect words in her head. “i guess, one could say so. choosing this privacy for my life this time seemed right at the moment and i do not regret it. i am still a bit amazed at mon amour’s success because all i did. was just expressing my love but i am grateful for the success.”

the reporter nodded before asking the next question. “amara,” she began, “your return to the music scene has been eagerly awaited by fans worldwide. i mean even i was excited when you announced that you were going to be present at the grammys. what inspired to do comeback and can we expect more music?”

amara laughed. “to be honest, it was my boyfriend who inspired me that i hid enough from the public. especially from an important night like this. but what concerns music, i do not know right now. i hadn’t planned mon amour till i had four songs ready in a short amount of time and thought i can do more. i guess we’ll see.”

she bid her goodbye to the reporter before moving along to the next one, who seemed completely marveled at her.

“wow, amara imani is standing in front of me. i think i can die happily now.” he joked enthusiastically, making amara grin too. “okay, but jokes aside. you really do look gorgeous.”

she smiled cheekily. “thank you very much. i feel flattered that i made you accomplish your life goal.”

“so, how does it feel to be back on the red carpet after your long hiatus? any special feelings?”

she shrugged nonchalantly. “it’s amazing being back. it’s always a big honor to be invited but being nominated is always another step. i kinda missed the rush and my fans. a small part of me probably even missed the constant pictures.”

“it was announced that you were going to co-host the grammys alongside dua lipa but you also have a performance scheduled tonight. that are a lot of expectations for tonight, do you feel ready for that?”

she nodded happily, her hand subconsciously smoothing out her dress. “definitely. we spent weeks perfectioning this performance especially because it is my first after such a long time — and as for dua, we are good friends so it should be funny to host with her tonight. but i’m definitely ready.”

she waved at the reporter before going to the next.one that she had grown fond of over the years. naomi hart.

“if it isn’t amara imani,” naomi greeted her cheekily, pressing two kisses on each of her cheeks. the typical french greeting the two had developed between each other.

“naomi hart. my favorite journalist,” amara stated in the same tone, hugging her. the two women went way back to amara’s early days of fame when naomi took her aside and explained to her how the whole press thing even worked.

“wow, you really look amazing. like can we just take a moment and admire your dress?” naomi exclaimed jokingly but with a slight tone of admiration. “and that necklace — must have cost a fortune.”

“thank you so much. it was a difficult choice choosing this dress but it’s nice knowing that the dress is doing what it’s supposed to do.” she chuckled, doing a little twirl with the dress. “and the necklace was a gift from my boyfriend.”

“oh, the mysterious boyfriend. wanna tell us more about him or about your grammy performance?”

she shook her head amusingly. “nope, not really. i kinda like the privacy we got. but concerning my performances, all i can say is that it’s gonna be a lot. i don’t know the word small but then again, let’s not give away too much,” she answered teasingly, winking at the camera.

“well, i’m definitely excited for it. you better slay on that stage.”

“i will,” amara stated firmly before grace walked up to her and the two were escorted inside by her security team. the show was officially starting now.

“wow… long time no seen amara,” sarah pierson greeted her, smiling at her while amara only faked small one. that sarah played a big part in her time with evan had not been forgotten. especially because she was the one amara thought she could trust the most only to be stabbed in the back. the comments her former friend had let out about her had really showed amara who had actually been her true friends and who was just with her for the good parts.

“wish i could say i missed you but mama taught me not to lie,” amara replied simply, fiddling a bit with the microphone in her hand.

sarah sighed, brushing a few strands of her hair out of her face. “amara, don’t tell me you’re still mad about the past. i didn’t know evan was lying.”

amara shrugged nonchalantly, not caring anymore. “i’m over it. you had your fifteen minutes fame. that’s what you wanted right? and now that they’re over, you’re crawling back?” amara questioned sassily as she checked her makeup one last time in the mirror. “sorry sweetie,” she replied in the same sweet tone she had been used to receiving from her, “but you’re a bit late. now excuse me but i’m about to open the grammys.”

she sent her ex-friend one last dirty glance before strutting past her, ignoring any other calls for her attention as she made her way backstage. she had spotted lots of people — people who had supported her through the backflash and people who hadn’t even bothered to send her a message through all that complicated time. it had given her the chance to realize who was truly on her side and who weren’t and sarah and her whole clique definitely were on the bad list.

“was she bothering you?” amara had found dua and grace chatting friendly when she finally made her way back and the latter had instantly remarked the somewhat displeased expression on her face.

amara waved dismissively. “it’s nothing, just some insincere apologies that i’ve already heard,” she replied shortly, adjusting her outfit. “is everything ready?”

dua looked at her phone one last time and nodded. “it’s nearly 8. the red carpet is over and people should be at their places,” her serious expression softened as she looked at amara suggestively. “is he here?” she asked slyly, emphasising the "he”.

“you won’t get anything out of me,” amara laughed as dua nudged her lightly, making her laughter only increase.

amara couldn’t imagine a better person to host the grammys with than dua. the two singers had immediately hit it off when they had been introduced three years ago at the grammys and had since then stayed in contact. dua had even sent her some messages when amara had taken her leave from the star business. and now the two girls found themselves next to each other again. a sweet reunion.

“ready to get everyone dancing?” dua teased her slightly, moving a bit so the dancers could all take their place before she left to get in place to announce everything.

“never been more ready,” amara stated confidently, as she stared one last time at her outfit. the silver metallic ensemble that she had chosen for this performance fitted her perfectly, like a second skin and made everything look very futuristic and modern. a complete contrast to the video of the song but the dancing would make up for it.

“have fun,” grace told her quickly, blowing her a kiss and quickly disappeared too as the lights started to dim, to catch everyone’s attention and signify that the night was about to start. and it was.

amara was officially letting the entire world know that she was back.

it was pitch black. except a few phones, every source of light had been extinguished or turned off. everyone’s eyes were focused on the stage or rather the person that would be appearing soon on it.

she took one last breath before going into her start position, microphone tight in her hand. the music then began to play as the curtains opened slowly and amara hid a small grin at everyone’s reaction.

“i’m ready to pull up on you,” she sang the minute the music stopped and the screen became black again before she continued to sing again. she and grace had put a lot of effort into the visuals of her opening performance, with liyah sometimes pitching in as a pair of fresh eyes. but the way everyone was cheering for her, a surge of pride overcome her as she danced — everything was going great.

she was back in her element, her true nature. performing. some people were great at singing while some prefered to dance but amara found herself home in both. and she always tried to perform for her public. give them a show. she wasn’t one to just sing and do some moves — if she was on stage, she had to do both: sing and dance. give people the time of their lives. and from the way everybody was dancing, clapping or even singing along, she was clearly succeeding.

by the time the music for hrs&hrs started, people were clearly out of breath from all the activity but they felt alive and no one was sitting down. the song she was singing now was perhaps a bit slower but people could still be enjoying themselves by singing loudly along, which was a great pause.

during the second song, amara had changed outfit and had switched from her metallic modern ensemble to a beautiful, silky green dress with two thick straps that shimmered under the light. she had let her hair open and in the short pause where the dancers had time to leave the stage and it went black again, amara could change her shoes and put on some black heels. they matched the dress perfectly.

“and yours, mine and ours,” she sang gracefully as the music faded out and light illuminated the hall again. she smiled brightly at everyone as whistles and clapping erupted from her audience — how she had missed this.

dua was the first one to join her on the stage again. “and with this, the 2024 grammys have officially begun. let’s all give a huge applause to amara imani for opening our night like this.”

again, huge applause filled the arena and amara playfully bowed down.

“thank you for your warm welcome. it’s been a while since i last performed,” amara admitted sheepishly as she brushed some hair out of her face.

“well given the audience, i think you were amazing,” dua congratulated her. “tell me your secret, how do you do it? be gorgeous and talented at the same time?”

“omg dua are you flirting with me?” amara asked shockingly, playfully putting a hand on her heart. “you’ve never been this nice.”

“took you long enough to catch up, huh?” both were grinning as they entertained the public, making the people present laugh. “okay but focus back. welcome to the 66th grammy awards everyone — a night created to celebrate some of the finest talent in the industry from pop to punk. i can assure you there is an award for everything, with big names, big performances and even bigger awards there is no shortage of entrainment for our viewers at home and here to enjoy. i’m dua…”

“and i’m amara. and we’re going to host the show tonight.” both finished the last words together, posing playfully. they laughed at each other again before dua pulled out the first envelope. “let’s kick off the night with our first winner.”

amara thanked the person quickly that had handed them the envelope before giving it to dua who opened it. the stars were out in the sky and by the stage and both were in for a long night.

the night was fully in motion. they had kicked off with announcing the grammy for best rock song of the year which had been followed by a performance from megan thee stallion and cardi b before several other winners had been announced. but none of the categories where amara had been nominated. the energy was high, everyone was in a good mood as they waited for the results of the night and there were no scandals that could be discussed slightly.

she had even spotted evan, which truly confused her as she couldn’t find a reason why he would even be invited, but it didn’t bother her much anyway. tonight was about her. she could make history tonight, or better said, gain her place in history with eight nominations. though she didn’t think she would truly win all six.

amara found herself standing backstage as she watched lizzo perform while her heart pounded in her chest. just before the black beauty had started to entertain the public, they had read out the nominees for the category of “best r&b song”, a category she had been nominated under though. the energy in the room was beyond anything she could have imagined the last time with people dancing and singing along to songs. the nigerian singer found herself so lost in her thoughts, she didn’t even notice that the performance was nearly over. as she looked up, her hands instantly clapped when she saw that lizzo was exiting the stage amidst roaring applause.

the stage was set for another celebrity to grace it as all nominees started to hope that it was their name being called out. even amara reached for grace’s hand for support and squeezed it lightly to calm down some of her nervosity. all eyes were on kelly clarkson who was set to announce the winner.

“okay, so i’ve got the envelope here.” she began as she opened the envelope. “and the grammy for best r&b song goes to… amara imani!”

the arena erupted in a loud, ear-baffling cheers as the spotlight shifted to the winner. her name was plastered across the big screen on the stage while her music filled the stage as she stood there, stunned and frozen in disbelief.

it felt surreal. she had just won her first grammy. so many days and months she had dreamt of this moment and yet she still didn’t feel prepared. she had done it.

“girl, this is your moment,” grace whispered to her quietly and amara slowly made her way to the stage. her sensations were on another end, a flying sensation running through her body. she passed many fellow stars, who congratulated her on her way and offered her beaming smiles as she made her way onto the stage.

she was instantly pulled into a hug by adele before the award was handed to her and amara took some seconds, just to breathe. the trophy was heavier than she had expected but still the proudest thing she had ever won. though as she thought about it, she noticed how it paled a bit. two years ago, she might have felt complete with it but today — she had already achieved the feeling of content and happiness.

her voice trembled slightly with emotion as she started her small thank-you speech. “hey again, i guess. oh mon dieu, this feels so surreal to me. like someone’s about to pinch me and tell me it wasn’t me. or maybe james cordon is about to jump out with a camera and that little show where they would prank people,” she joked making the audience laugh. she wiped away some tears that were threatening to roll down her cheek. “this grammy means so much to me. but it wasn’t just my work. i want to thank my family, my friends, my fans who didn’t let me down after this chaotic year that i had. that i could still do it. this is everyone’s work who believed that amara imani could do it one day. but this grammy also isn’t just for me because we all,” she continued, referring to the other nominees, “released some terrific music. and the fact i was nominated with you is a lot. i guess i just have one more thing to say and that goes specifically to my mother. mama, if you’re watching this, which you probably are… we made it. the little girl dancing in front of mirrors made it.”

once again, the audience erupted into applause, their cheers echoing for her well-deserved win. amara was still a bit paralyzed, after all she had just won a grammy in a category she had been nominated with along beyonce. her heart filled with gratitude as she saw the sea of faces that looked all happy to see her succeed. no matter if some of them were fake or not true smiles. she was the one leaving the stage with the golden trophy in her hand.

and it wasn’t the only one she would win tonight. amara couldn’t describe her feelings when she found herself on the stage again as winner of the grammy for best r&b performance. her heart raced and her heartbeat quickened as she gracefully accepted the grammy trophy in her trembling hands. everything around her seemed to fade away with overwhelming emotions and feelings rushing through her body. she felt it from her head down to her legs, that were shaking a bit. all the hard work was paying off, hours she had spent not sleeping and working instead. this was a part of her legacy now.

and what made it even more emotional was the fact that liyah was the one to have handed her the grammy. she had pulled amara into a big hug, both girls taking all their strength to not cry and ruin their makeup. they remembered the days when they were just two girls, starting university and barely managing to get by and now they stood on the stage of the grammys with one handing the other her award. the years spent on youtube, with the dream of illuminating the world with her music had finally come true. here she was, standing on the biggest stage and walking it down with her second grammy.

“i’m sooo proud of you,” grace instantly congratulated her, pulling amara into a hug again. “you did it. you showed everyone your place in the industry is the top. this all your work.”

“our work,” amara managed to squeeze out. this wasn’t just her achievement — it belonged to everyone who was somehow involved with her and the album. it belonged as much to her as it belonged to grace because without the latter, none of this would even have been possible. “we did this together.”

her mind was running at high speed with thoughts and emotions. she wanted to say so much but her voice was betraying her with words stuck in her throat. nothing could describe this feeling, this moment of pride she felt.

“let’s see our next categories,” amara and dua had gone on the stage again after a short break to continue hosting. the two had already announced the grammy for best rap album, best rap song and best country album amongst other numerous things. they entertained the audience with short playful acts and teasing that came to them naturally. and amara was smiling even more because now she stood there as a two-time grammy winner.

“but first of all, let’s hear it for adele who is going to grace us with her beautiful voice. i swear that woman just knows how to make you feel better during a breakup,” amara announced, laughing at the end of her phrase.

“and you had the hardest of all time. did you play adele on repeat?” dua went along and amara nudged her slightly. “i can imagine amara imani at home, listening to adele while filling her stomach with ice cream.”

“can you blame me? anyway let's hear it for adele.” the lights dimmed again as the curtains opened and adele appeared. the hosts left the stage quickly and took their places next to grace and liyah to listen to the british singer.

the atmosphere was beautiful, a mix of admiration and warmth as adele brightened the stage. “easy on me” was definitely one of her top songs with the way the lyrics were able to pull someone in so quickly and literally attach them to her voice. listening to adele was a journey that had to be felt in every inch of the body, it went further than just listening to it. it reminded amara again, why she looked up to adele and beyoncé so much.

the performance was nothing short of breathtaking, with her eyes recounting every detail of the song. the entire arena was left speechless again, singing quietly along but all eyes were on stage. when the final note had been sung, the room erupted into loud applause, a standing ovation that seemed to go on forever.

after adele’s performance, it was sza to take the stage and announce the winner for best pop/duo group performance. she stepped up to the microphone with a huge smile firstly expressed her love towards adele before naming the nominees again .

amara subconsciously grabbed liyah’s and grace’s hand, squeezing them both as her leg trembled a bit because of all the anticipation. “and the winner is… wow, amara imani, come get your third grammy of the night.”

the cheers were deafening and the camera turned to amara to capture her expression. grace and liyah pulled her in for a group hug, the friendship trip jumping up and down as they celebrated. she accepted hugs from stars next to her, such as taylor swift and chloe bailey before making her way to the stage. the two black artists shared a short embrace before sza stepped aside to let amara speak.

“is this normal? i mean winning one is already incredible but winning three — damn. firstly a big shoutout to cardi b because she slayed just as much as i did,” amara pointed to the female ripper and blew her extra air kisses before continuing, “okay, so big thank you again to my mother. for pushing me into the arts when i told you back then i didn’t want to. and a big thank you to my father, for sacrificing his time to accompany me to rehearsals instead of watching football — though i’m pretty sure, though i’m sure you’re not that mad about it. to my amazing fans, thank you too for putting up with me and not turning insane when everyone was labeling me as a crazy bitch.” laughter erupted throughout the arena as she paused for a moment. “thank you to my boyfriend without whom i guess this song wouldn’t exist. standard thank you to my besties grace and liyah, all those late night facetime calls were definitely worth it.”

“to all the other people who were nominated here, i loved your performances. adele, just wow and lizzo, i love you,” she blew a small kiss towards the black artist who copied the act. “and lastly before i forget, thank you to my bestie’s boyfriend charles leclerc and the amara imani protection squad. it’s lovely that you love me enough to stay up till six in the morning for me. i love you guys.”

applause erupted once more as amara finished her speech and left the stage again. she rejoined grace and liyah, giving them her grammy and sat down again. there would be a commercial break any moment, which amara wanted to use to change her dress. because the way it seemed, there was no doubt that she was the big winner of the night.

breathtaking was the only word that came to mind as amara looked at herself in the mirror. the exquisite black gown was the definition of elegance and beauty and fit amara like a second skin. it was perfect for the announcement of the award that everyone had been waiting for — the grammy for album of the year.

the dress had been a gift from versace and it reflected her beautifully. the classical mermaid dress, covered with a beautiful lacework and black crystals created an ethereal image of her.

the shoulderless dress perfectly highlighted the jewelry she was be wearing. especially the beautiful necklace, kylian had gifted her.

“wow,” liyah exclaimed as amara walked out, her eyes spotting her. “they don’t do things half-way, do they?”

amara only chuckled and did a little spin to show every angle of the dress. the gown especially showcased her décolletage and with it, her boobs that seemed to be bigger than they actually were in this dress.

“you look breathtaking,” grace appeared from behind them, having chosen to change her dress too. “gorgeous isn’t enough to describe this dress.”

“but it’s you who makes it shine,” liyah finished. “i wanna borrow that dress asap.”

amara laughed. “poor charles. you’ll drive him crazy if you ever wear that dress.”

“and don’t tell me you plan to wear it to a casual date. let’s not disrespect this masterpiece,” grace chimed in which resulted in both laughing.

liyah shrugged dismissively. “never. but the next driver’s gala, if me and charles are still going strong, why not wear it there…” she trailed off, a playful expression on her face. “make him leave earlier to take it off me… what’s for sure is that we’ll definitely not be able to christen some toilets in this.”

“liyah!” amara exclaimed and began to laugh, joined by grace who also started to laugh due to amara’s infectious smile.

“we all know i’m right though. i’m the bad bitch to his big d energy. but enough about my relationship. let’s talk about you, miss five-time grammy-award winner. no one stands a chance tonight. and don’t forget our bet,” liyah threatened in a joking way.

amara held up her hands. “don’t worry. let’s go now before i miss the last performance. and i want to see bruno mars live at least once in my life.”

the trio went back to their seats again and sat down just in time as the lights went out. amara quietly thanked taylor who complimented her outfit and send a radiant smile towards ella mai who had gushed about the dress.

the nominee’s names had all been said already along with a small introduction for each album but before they could announce the winner, they would firstly be graced with a honorary performance from bruno mars.

amara jumped up to her feet when the stage transformed into a light spectacle and bruno mars along with his usual band stepped out. the crowd erupted into screams as he launched into a medley of his greatest hits and amara found no shame in herself as she sang loudly along. and it seemed that she wasn’t the only one.

the entire arena had gotten on their feet to dance to bruno mars. they sang along to every word of ‘locked out of heaven’ screaming around out of joy. bruno mars certainly held that power — bringing together everyone and getting everybody to dance.

it felt too short as the last notes of his performance were played out and the song came to an end. amara was one of the first persons to clap, hardly being able to contain her excitement. after bruno mars performance, she felt recharged with energy again. his performance just brightened the whole atmosphere. especially because the evening was coming to an end.

it was the vibing of her phone that tore her attention away from the stage as she picked up her phone. instantly a smile appeared on her face when she saw that it was kylian and she instantly opened it. they had spoken earlier but it had been to his time, shortly before nine and amara couldn’t imagine him being awake now if it hadn’t been for her.

𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄

amara turned around, hoping to spot kylian wherever he was hiding but it was useless since the biggest award of the night was about to be announced. she would be lying if she wasn’t nervous even though she had already won five prices that night. but the sixth would make her break history, mark her place in the music industry. she knew that this moment could change her career forever — winning six grammys in one night. and knowing that kylian was there suddenly seemed to make everything sound not as bad as it seemed.

“oh mon dieu, beyoncé is going to present the award,” liyah exclaimed, her eyes widening.

as usual, the audience clapped loudly and whistles when beyoncé took the stage, walking elegantly towards the microphone. amara felt a sort of intimidation as she looked at beyoncé, knowing what the woman in front represented. excellence, grace, talent. simply perfection.

and she was more than that for amara. she was the one to get amara into the music industry, she discovered her and made sure that her star was shining. there was a bond between them since the recording of brown skin girl — a mentor-student relationship that had made her rise.

the renowned artist began with a small recounting of how she used to stand down there and reflected shortly on how all those albums actually deserved an award. opening the envelope, beyoncé did a small double take before laughing. smiling she announced into the microphone, “and the grammy for best album of the year goes to… amara imani. congratulations!”

one second, everyone was processing what had just happened, the next amara found herself engulfed by liyah and grace and three girls were jumping up and down. a few tears of joy were streaming down her face as she celebrated, not really believing what had just happened. when the two let go, amara was pulled into hug by cardi b followed by taylor swift before she made her way upstage.

she approached the microphone slowly and tenderly embraced beyoncé who passed her the golden trophy. amara wiped away some of her tears, her head already looking for ways on how to form a sixth thank you speech. her eyes mirrored gratitude and happiness— she felt out of this world.

“congratulations amara. you just put yourself onto history,” beyoncé praised her. “i am so proud that i was your mentor and helped you get there.”

“if anything i need to thank you for even giving me a chance. for actually being there for me. thank you queen b,” she thanked the woman in front of her, who smiled at her fondly and placed her heart on her heart. “this dream became true because of you. you are so much more than just my mentor. you were my inspiration and my idol. and that will never change.”

everyone smiled softly as they watched amara imani and beyoncé share an emotional moment that was finalized with a big hug. everyone knew the little background story to them; how beyoncé has started praising a random black girl on youtube to even inviting her for a collaboration — the queen had always had her back. their bond resembled a mother-daughter bond.

after both pulled away from their hug, beyoncé left the stage and it was time for amara to hold her last thank you speech. her eyes scanned the room, where they spotted her best friends grinning teasingly at her and suddenly amara had the perfect idea.

“so the first two person that i want to say thank you are my parents. it’s because of them and their desire to give me the world that i am here. thank you to my sister for always pulling me up and backing me when i needed you. then my best friends, liyah and grace who is also my manager because honestly, i don’t know if amara imani would exist if it wasn’t for those two. they built me up, made me stronger and showed me that family was more than just blood. a big shoutout to my entire team — you did all the hard work. i just wrote the songs but you guys are the ones who spend hours and hours adjusting everything, letting everything sound perfectly and making sure that every tune is sounding the way it should. it’s more work than people think and you deserve this prideful feeling as much as me.”

a small grin made its way on her lips when she finally spotted kylian. she took a deep breath — this was the moment everyone was waiting for. millions of people were watching just to see whether she would finally uncover the mystery of her beau to the world.

“and lastly, i want to thank the love of my life who inspired me to write this entire album. kylian, this album was for you— this grammy belongs to you because all i did was just writing about the way you were loving me. about the way we loved,” she expressed, laughing as she looked him straight into the eyes. shocked gasps, whistles and whispers of astonishment erupted throughout the crowd as they followed amara’s eyes and fell onto kylian. even the cameras were zooming in to catch the revealing moment.

“thank you for going to training tiredly just because you stayed up all night, listening to me rehearsing. thank you for enduring all of my weird mood swings during the process of recording this album or organizing self-care days because you saw how tired i was. for giving me inspiration to even write this,” she wiped away a tear that had escaped, “i want to thank you for staying with me — even at my lowest and hardest times. there are so many things i want to thank you for but i doubt we have enough time for that. but one last thing: mon amour, je t’aime.”

a roar of applause, bigger than any tonight, rolled over the entire audience. everyone was clapping with smiles on their faces and the camera zoomed in on kylian’s face — everyone was excited to finally get a look at the man who had captured amara imani’s heart.

since she was scheduled to perform now anyway, amara just waited for dua to join her on stage again. grace had informed her that the winner of album of the year would be performing and in this case it had been her. and amara wanted hers to be the most memorable one from the past.

dua pulled her into a tight hug, congratulating her before announcing the nigerian singer just as tradition asked for it as the winner of the night and calling her up for her performance.

“soo… at first i thought about performing xo but honestly… i don’t feel like this song fits now and i lost a bet,” amara chuckled, “so i thought of something else. just like i promised. i do have one special request for someone.”

her eyes stared straight at him. “kylian, would you please join me on stage?”

the french striker furrowed his eyebrows, a confused expression turning up on his face as he listened to her request. his eyes darted around his surroundings, numerous celebrities encircling him. he looked at her, waiting for her to explain her request but she just nodded at him, waiting for him.

grace nudged him lightly. “go,” she motivated him and he reluctantly got up from his seat to join his girlfriend on stage, greeting some celebrities on his way up that he had met with psg before. even though he, himself, was a celebrity he felt like an outsider at the grammys, surrounded by all those stars and artists.

“want to tell me what you’ve got planned?” kylian whispered quietly, making sure his words weren’t picked up by the microphone.

“nope,” amara responded shortly. “just relax and enjoy.”

the stage lights went dark again as the music started to play in the background. just like always, when the two were together, the world around them started to blur and only they mattered. no one else fit into their blurb, everything around them just faded away.

their stare went deeper than just their iris, with their eyes going deeper than just the soul, as the music played in the back. time was frozen at the moment; they didn’t care if millions of people were currently watching them on tv — no one else mattered. this was their moment.

“‘telling everybody you’re mine and i like it, and i really hope you don’t mind i can’t fight it.” her voice was soft, tender as she sang to him, her dark-brown eyes not leaving him. her body nearly melted in his embrace, his hands steady on her waist as they swayed on the stage together. if her voice didn’t tell their love story, their eyes and the way they looked at each other definitely did. his eyes held a kind of look, elderly people often told their grandchildren about in tales: the look of love, that completely enamored look that had taken over his entire face. that innocent kind of love that had become so rare around the world. if destiny ever made them go separate ways, then faith was truly cruel.

every word hit him deeper than any ball he had ever received and went through his soul. each word was sung with a certain sincerity, vulnerability— amara was laying all of herself over for him, every of her walls. just for him.

“that we found the one in one another”

his hands were wrapped around her waist, with her back facing him as she buried her head in his shoulders, leaning back. their bodies fit like a puzzle and the feeling of comfort spread instantly while they danced slowly to the rhythm, lost in each other and the meaning of the song.

amara had never planned to actually release the song — her true and final love letter to kylian. but she had made the mistake of showing liyah and grace the unreleased song and both had instantly fallen in love with it which is how they came to the bet. and now amara was happy that she had accepted and lost the bet because the moment she was currently sharing with kylian — no money on the world could ever buy her that feeling again.

“spend my life with you, alright”

their chemistry was undeniable. even a blind man would be able to see how much in love they were. just the way they moved, perfectly synchronized with that certain amount of grace and elegance.

the french striker was definitely more than mesmerized by her. his heart belonged to her and only her. no words did justice to describe her as she sang—even angelic was not enough to describe her. and she was more than just the sun in his universe. and it was vice versa.

kylian was more to her than just her soulmate. no term in any language would ever measure up to the significance he held in her heart. nothing could ever compare to the feelings that emerged when he held her or just smile at her. the way his smile managed to drown out everything else. even memorizing it wasn’t enough anymore, she needed to see it constantly. and she had fallen in love with every flaw that he portrayed and carried. they had created a safe space around each other, that let them live like they wanted. amara had simply found her best friend in her lover; the true significance to a soul mate.

“baby, while we’re young,” amara began to sing the last verses, as the rhythm became easier and the music started to fade out. she was smiling bigly, her cheeks from hurting from its width but she couldn’t stop herself. the amount of serotonin her body was producing at the moment was too much to not show any signs of it. and it seemed kylian was feeling the same. “and walk hand in hand to the sun.”

the song officially came to an end as kylian gave amara one last spin. they both leaned in, foreheads touching as they stared at each other utterly enamored. they didn’t have to say anything, their grins were enough to communicate with each other. even as havoc broke out in the audience, with applause rushing over along with whistles and calls for more but the two did not let go of each other.

“je t’aime,” amara mouthed, exhausted but happy nonetheless.

“plus que la galaxie.” he finished, matching her facial expression.

in the end, the only time they needed was for each other. they were enough for each other, completely in love and ready to face the world together.

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I know a lot of people give Twilight a country accent… how do you think the chain would react if reader had a southern/country accent aswell? (If you don’t wanna answer this, dw)

Sorry this one took so long!! It took a few tries to write something I was happy with plotwise!! I hope you'll like it! But for the accents, I have to thank my wife @angry-trashcan for helping me out with them, and by helping I mean rewriting the all dialogue perfectly for me 💖💖💖 they're incredible and I really recommend anyone who hasn't goes and reads hair holds memories because it's an absolutely amazing fic!!!

Where am I? It feels like I’ve been hit by a truck, but worse… This place clearly isn’t my room, because the last time I checked my room wasn’t a forest.

The last thing I remember was playing twilight princess, then this weird red-eyed shadow and now I’m here? The amount of pain I’m in proves that it isn’t a dream, no matter how much I hope it is. The area I’m in looks vaguely like… no, no that couldn't be possible.

This place is a game. This can’t be outside of Ordon, It can’t be.

“Is anyone there? Anyone at all?”

No response, but if I really am in… or somewhere similar then I know where to go. After that revelation, it’s a fairly easy decision to follow the path I’ve memorised from many playthroughs. It doesn’t take long to get to find my way either, a matter of moments until I’m on a more well-worn path. With nine people who look like Link standing in front of me… Great…

"Uh, you 'right, darlin'? We found ya on the trail, passed out. And ya don't look like you're from 'round here."

"Sorry I just... Yeah, I ain't from 'round here."

Why does he look so happy, I’ve not really even said anything have I? He doesn’t recognise me, he can’t it was dark link who’d always look at me in the games when he shouldn’t have, not link. Except for… No let’s not get into that right now. I’m speaking to, I’m speaking to the link from twilight princess and he’s got the same accent as me. HE’S GOT THE SAME ACCENT AS ME. Is that why he’s so excited? It’s part of why I’m so excited.

"You do seem kinda familiar though, darlin'. Even though I ain't know exactly where... just how, but now I could listen to ya all day long."

"I think I may be able to answer that, though I'm not sure if ya'd like the answer I'd give ya."

"I'm fairly certain I can, darlin'. 'Sides, it's not like I don't already know."

“What was that?”

“Nothin’”

He looks obsessed and a bit ashamed? Is my accent really that impressive to him? His voice is nice as well, but his voice isn’t the only reason I’m flustered right now. Link, the hero of twilight is standing over me like he’s never heard anything like me before.

"so [name], are you feelin’ better now?"

"I-I haven't told ya my name. How do ya...?"

“Ah, sorry darlin’ lucky guess, mayhaps??”

"Lucky guess!? I know for certain that that ain't a rare name here, let alone a common one."

"And what you was sayin' under ya breath earlier, you already know who I am, don't ya?"?"

Seems he still has the decency to look ashamed of how eager he was there, but now that brings up so many more questions. Was he aware the whole time, how much has he heard? If he has heard all of that why is he so excited to see me?

"darlin'?”

"How much do ya know ‘bout me, link."

"Well, it's a uh, long story."

#links✦react #linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #link x reader #moss✦answers #moss✦writes

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Reunited

Illumi x Reader x ??????

Part 12

part 11

part 13

warning: illumi is a LITTLE mean, mostly because he’s trying to push his feelings for you away!! Also slightly suggestive, mention of panty stealing, Leorio is a pervert(as per usual)

“I’ll teach you, for a price.”

(Name) raises an eyebrow at the man in front of her, who she knows as Gittarackur, but is actually the disguised Illumi.

“Yeah, and what you want as payment?”

The man lifts a hand to stroke his chin. “Two options.”

(Name) leaned against the tree, waiting for him to continue.

“You can pay me back with your… body.”

She jumped, her face heating up. “W-what? My-“

He raised a hand to stop her, shaking his head. “Not in that way. You will owe me a favor, which I may need your future skill to complete.”

She relaxed a bit, sliding down to sit on the ground. “Okay. And the other option?”

He smiled, crouching down in front of her to pull out a picture, one that she had dropped.

“You tell me who the people in this picture are.”

Her eyes widened, and she reached out to snatch the picture back, a hint of anger in her eyes. “Give that back.”

He shook his finger, tutting softly. “Not until your training is over.”

She grabbed his arm, her eyes wide. “That picture is very important to me, please give it back!”

Illumi paused, not liking the shaking that had entered her voice. Was she about to cry? And why was he getting anxious at the thought of her tears.

“…”

He scoffed and let the picture drop to the ground, seeing her snatch it away and hold it to her chest before he turned away, a frown on his face.

“… it’s a picture of me and someone I care about. I don’t remember much about him, but I wanna see him again someday.”

She brings the picture to her lips to kiss the boys face, smiling at his blurred features. Illumi stiffens at this.

“You really care about that person, huh?”

She nods. “He was my first real friend. I hope he’s doing okay, I know he had a rough life, but he’s strong. And was really cute!”

She giggled to herself, stuffing the picture into her bag. Illumi was glad that he was facing the other way, or she would see his disguise trembling, a blush erupting on his cheeks.

“… I’m sure he’s fine. Probably misses you too.”

He calmed himself before turning and offered her his hand.

“Tonight will be your only rest time, so find somewhere to sleep. We’ll start your training in the morning.”

And with that, he was gone. The only thing he left behind was a nostalgic girl that he now knew to be his childhood friend.

When he was far enough away, Illumi’s disguise completely came undone, and the long haired man could only hold his chest as his heart threatened to break through his ribs.

She missed him. Him! She had held onto that picture for over 10 years, searching for HIM! He let out a shaky breath, using a nearby tree to support himself.

“Look what you do to me, (Name). Can’t even stand up straight…”

He calmed down just enough to remember her words more clearly. She had mentioned that she didn’t rennet much about him. Was that just her memory being shoddy, or amnesia? Questions for later, right now he could barely think about her without melting.

“My, my, seems you got the conformation you needed.”

Hisoka shuffled his cards, not even glancing up to look at Illumi’s flushed expression. He could tell by Illumi’s aura that he was beyond flustered, and was there to revel in this new side of him.

“Yes… she is the girl from my childhood. A person that was very important to me…”

Hisoka glanced up, a smirk pulling at his lips. “Was?”

Illumi nodded, folding his arms across his broad chest, steadying his breathing. “Was. I won’t have myself falling for her all over again. The first time it was… agonizing when I realized she was gone. Plus I’m way too busy to play around, I’m not a child anymore.”

Hisoka hummed. ‘Oh poor ‘Lumi, doesn’t even understand he’s still in love with her. Oh well, just makes it more interesting for me.’

“So, what do you plan on doing with her then? You’re going to teach her to be a hunter, correct?”

The black haired assassin mulled over this, brushing his hair to the side.

“Yes. I can sense potential in her. I may…”

A small smile spread across his lips, a smile devoid of good intentions.

“… borrow her after the exam.”

——————

(Name) did her best to create a rudimentary shelter before the sun dipped below the trees. When she finished, she crawled in and lied down, using a pile of leaves as her pillow.

She thought back to earlier, gripping her photo so tight it wrinkled.

‘How did he get this? I’ll have to be much more careful in the future. Someone could use this picture to hurt my old friend…’

She curled up, her eyelids growing heavier by the second.

“Goodnight Gon, Killua, Kurapika, Leorio, and Gittarackur. Wherever you are…”

——————

(Name) awoke when the feeling of water surrounded her, she tried to breath, but stopped when her mouth filled with liquid.

She breached the surface of the water, gasping for breath. (Name) took a moment to breath before she checked her surroundings, seeing Illumi standing on the bank of the stream she had been tossed in. He had an amused smirk on his lips.

“I came to wake you up and you didn’t budge. I pulled you out of your mediocre shelter, nothing. If I can carry you to a stream and toss you into water before you wake up…”

He grabs her sleeve, pulling her up onto the bank with ease.

“We have a problem.”

(Name) pushed him away, coughing up water. She gestured to her soaked clothes, her brows furrowing.

“Okay, cool, but now my clothes are absolutely soaked. What am I supposed to do?”

He shrugged, looking her up and down. “You could just train in your underwear. Don’t worry, I’m not attracted to girls like you.”

He winced at his own comment, but she didn’t seem to care.

“Huh, okay then.” She scoffed and pulled at the hem of her shirt, just enough to expose her pink bra.

He jumped back, his head turning to look in the opposite direction quicker than he would have liked.

“Vulgar girl, I would’ve hoped you’d change in privacy, considering you have an extra set of clothes.”

He tried to ignore the urge to look, biting his lip. She just huffed, throwing her shirt on the ground and waking past him to her shelter.

“You’re blushing an awful lot for someone that ain’t attracted to girl like me, Gittarackur.”

He growled, folding his arms as he waited for her to change.

“Anyone would blush when a woman starts disrobing in front of them. You feel comfortable getting naked in front of men?”

She laughed, exiting her shelter wearing her shorts from the first day and a sports bra. He could feel his pants tighten at the sight, telling himself he’d address THAT later.

“No, only the men I’m not attracted to.”

She stuck her tongue out at him, stretching out her legs.

“Let’s get started, yeah?”

——————

Illumi’s training was tough, partly because training to be a hunter was tough, but also because he wanted to let out a bit of pent up energy.

He was no stranger to seeing half naked women, often being an assassin meant women trying to seduce you into not killing them. This never worked, as Illumi didn’t have much of a libido.

(Name), however, was testing his patience.

The way she bent to watch the fish be picked up by birds and practiced catching them by jumping into the air, causing her breasts to bounce was driving Illumi crazy. She seemed almost unaware of her effect on him, leaning against him during her breaks to offer him food or a drink.

Her scent mixed with the sweat of her hard work was mind numbing. He wondered how he was able to keep himself in check when she loosely lifted the hem of her bra to complain about the heat, fanning herself.

“I’m heading out. Keep practicing, watch how the bird waits to catch the fish and practice the moves I taught you.”

He runs off, hissing at the hardness between his legs.

(Name) watches him go, a bit confused at his hasty departure. “Alright, see you tomorrow.”

——————

By the time Illumi arrived to wake (Name) up, she had already rose and gotten dressed, this time in a t-shirt and shorts. Illumi sighed in relief, glad he wouldn’t have to deal with his “little problem” again after their session.

He would have stayed relieved if he didn’t see her clothes from the last day drying on a string next to her shelter, including a pair of panties with a strawberry pattern.

“(Name).”

He gripped her shoulder, staring down at her intensely. She just lifted an eyebrow. “Yes?”

“Why… why are you drying your underwear out in plain view?”

(Name) just shrugged, pushing his hand off her shoulder. “Why not? I need clothes to wear, since YOU got them all soaked yesterday.”

His eye twitched. She wasn’t exactly wrong but…

“There are dangerous men taking this exam, (Name). I seem to remember you saying that Hisoka would be into strange things. What do you think his reaction would be, seeing your little strawberry panties waving in the wind?”

(Name) blinked, then covered her mouth.

“Oh god, he would get WAY too excited. Do you think he’d steal them? They’re my favorite pair!!”

Illumi glared at the girl, raising a hand to rub his temple. “Men are capable of much more than stealing your underwear, girl.”

She tilted her head at this. “Capable of what exactly?”

He dropped his hand, sliding it to her chin.

“Want me to show you?”

“…”

Illumi pulled his hand away, covering his lower face to hide his blush. He was losing control, the power this girl held over him was concerning. He could feel himself throbbing at the thought of touching her, kissing her, bending her over and-

“Are you done being creepy and ready to see my progress?”

She tapped her foot impatiently, a light blush also apparent on her cheeks. He cleared his throat and nodded.

“Yes. Go ahead.”

—————

It took (Name) two days to master the act of hunting, which impressed Illumi immensely. She was proud of herself, jumping up and down excitedly.

“Ahh, thank you for training me Gittarackur!”

Illumi tensed at her arms wrapping around him, giving him a tight squeeze. He wanted to pull away, but his arms hound themselves wrapped around her waste, his head lowering to smell her hair.

“You’re welcome. I have no other reason to be here, so I just leave. I still have to k- find my target.”

He retracted his arms and pushed her off, earning a huff in return. Illumi held back a chuckle.

“You helped me before even you found your target? You’re such a nice guy!”

Illumi paused, turning quickly to grab her by the shoulders.

“You have no idea the kind of man I am. Don’t trust people so willingly, (Name). You’ll only get hurt.”

He squeezed her shoulders before he let go and scurried away. She frowned and yelled after him.

“A BAD MAN WOULDN’T BE SO GENTLE, GITTARACKUR!”

Illumi ignored her, speeding up.

—————

(Name) left her temporary home to explore, having a bit more confidence in her abilities. Illumi had sparred with her relentlessly, and she rubbed her bruised bottom. He’d sent her falling onto her butt so many times you would of though she’d broke her tailbone.

“Man, where is everyone hiding?”

(Name) perked up when she heard Illumi’s voice in the distance, immediately following it.

“I haven’t seen anyone for the past two days.”

(Name) appeared, waving excitedly.

“Leorio, I’m so glad to see you!”

She jumped into his arms, squeezing him tightly. He gasped, his hands hovering around her hips.

“Oh, (Name), you scared me! How you’ve been holding up?”

“Meh, okay I guess. One of the applicants trained me in the “art of hunting.” He’s moody, but I think he’s actually a nice guy under all that doom and gloom!”

Leorio relaxes, his hands finally resting on her hips. “He? (Name) be careful, men don’t just help a girl for no reason.”

“But you and Kurapika have helped me plenty, and I know you two don’t have any ulterior motives… unless…”

She playfully hit his shoulder. “You’ve been using me for my canteen haven’t you?”

He sighed, playing along by holding up his hands in defeat. “You got me. This has all been an elaborate plan to steal your pink water canteen.”

They looked at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter. (Name) pinched his cheek, her eyes sparkling.

“See, now that wasn’t so hard to admit, huh?”

The moment was ruined when the bush next to them rattled. Leorio stood, pushing (Name) behind him and wielding his knife. She pulled out her own dagger, her eyebrows furrowed.

“Who goes there?”

“Oh, hold on!”

Tonpa left the bush, holding his hands up to show he wasn’t armed. (Name) frowned, folding her arms across her chest.

“It’s just me!”

“Tonpa! Don’t tell me your target is…”

Leorio and (Name) tensed, pointing their weapons at him.

“Hey, wait a second! Just calm down you two! Neither of you are my target.”

“Prove it.”

Tonpa reached into his back pocket, pulling out a card with the number 191 on it. The two relaxed.

“Good think I didn’t throw it away. Fighting people who aren’t my target is a waste of time and energy.”

(Name) looped her arm around Leorio’s, glaring at the man. Tonpa caught this and began to back up, pointing at her.

“Wait don’t tell me that I’m your target?!”

“Unfortunately you’re not.” Leorio replied. (Name) shook her head to signal he wasn’t her target either. Leorio held up the card that held the number of his target.

“Number 246. Ponzu, huh?”

“Huh? You know who this is?”

“You didn’t already know?”

(Name) giggled, poking Leorio’s cheek. “You shouldn’t let him know he has an advantage over you, Leorio.”

“Uh, er, well… I wouldn’t put it that way. I just didn’t have a chance to find out…”

Tonpa grinned. ��Heh. Want me to fill you in?”

“What?”

“Your target’s appearance, weapons, special abilities, and weaknesses.”

Leorio let him continue, thinking it over.

“I have one condition.”

The two were surprised to hear a wet gurgling sound come from Tonpa’s stomach. (Name) made a disgusted face, stepping back.

“I think I ate some bad fruit.”

“Bad fruit…”

“To be honest, I can barely stand… you want to become a doctor right? Do you have any medicine one you?”

He groaned, holding his stomach as he trembled. (Name) gagged, retreating behind Leorio. He approached Tonpa, holding out his briefcase.

“Wait, don’t soil yourself. I have all kinds of anti-diarrheal and stomach medicine.”

“Oh, thank you so much!”

Tonpa reached out for the briefcase, his hands brushing against it. Leorio pulled it back, scowling.

“First tell me what you know.”

“F-fine.”

(Name) didn’t pay much attention to their conversation, only picking up that the woman she’d met before was named Ponzu.

Leorio instructed Tonpa to step back before he opened his briefcase, which he did quickly.

As soon as the briefcase clicked open, someone descended from the trees and attempted to wack Leorio in the head with a large stick. He barely dodged, the contents of his bag spilling out…

Including his badge number!

“Leorio!”

(Name) launched forward, but before she could grab the badge it was stolen by a monkey. (Name) was so surprised by the monkey that she fell backwards into Leorio.

The two hurriedly stood, (Name) embarrassed apologizing as they did. Leorio paid her no mind, his anger increasing by the second.

“You two are working together!?”

“Exactly so. I didn’t need your medicine. I have my own, and I might as well confess that you actually are my target.”

Tonpa swallowed his medicine, a cocky smile on his face.

“What about the card you just showed me?”

“That’s my target.”

The man with the monkey waved, winking in (Name)’s direction. “This is tonpas, we switched cards. And these…”

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a pair of strawberry panties.

“Are yours, right?”

(Name)’s face erupted in a combination of embarrassment and anger. “Hey, those are my favorite pair!”

Leorio just gawked at the man, his jaw nearly hitting the ground.

“Can I uh… have th-“

(Name) elbowed him in the stomach, and he shut up.

“There you have it!”

He laughed, which only enraged Leorio further.

“Damn you! I’ll make you pay!!”

“Uh-oh!”

He began to chase Tonpa. (Name) glanced between tonpa and the man with the monkey, deciding to follow after Leorio.

“Hold up, I’m gonna kill you!”

“Hey now, I’m not the one with your tag and her underwear!”

“Shut up!”

Tonpa laughed, keeping a good distance between them. “You still haven’t learned your lesson, rookie? It’s your own fault for letting us trick you! Besides, working in teams during the Hunter Exam is common sense!”

“I agree with the latter, but I cannot accept the former.”

Kurapika appears on the path. Tonpa doesn’t have time to stop at the pace he was going, and Kurapika kicks him.

“You shouldn’t be tricking people, in the first place!”

“Kurapika!”

(Name) embraced him, her eyes welling up with tears. She couldn’t get any words out, just blubbers. He pats her head, and looks to Leorio.

“You two wanna team up?”

—————

“Oh dear.”

Kurapika holds a hand over his mouth as they explain their situation. His cheeks flush when (Name) tells him what happened with her.

“What degenerates. How did they even get them? Are you…”

He barely stops himself from asking if they had been taken straight off of her. She was wearing shorts after all, that would be near impossible.

“Probably stole them while I was hanging them out to dry. My favorite pair, with the cute strawberries!”

She started to cry again, shaking Leorio. “What if they get away and keep them?! What am I supposed to do without my lucky pair!! Ugh Gittarackur was right!”

The two exchanged a look. “We’ll get your uh.. undergarments back, (Name).”

Leorio ruffles her hair, which calms her a little.

——————

(Name) waits at an old log, kicking her feet. The two had promised to retrieve her underwear, and she promised to cook dinner.

The two returned an hour later, Leorio with his tag in one hand, and her neatly folded panties in the other. Kurapika was polite enough to not look, instead turning his head when Leorio offered her the pair of panties.

“Oh thank you so much! Ah, my favorite pair!”

She held them up, spinning in a circle before stuffing them into her bag. “I’ve gotta out these on later. Guess they’re only safe when they’re on my-“

“Ahem! Anyways…”

Kurapika stopped her mid sentence, avoiding her gaze. “We have the tags for #16 and #118 as well.”

“So Kurapika, Tonpa was your target? You saved me back there!”

“No need to thank me. I didn’t want Tonpa to notice me, so I stayed hidden while you were jumped from behind. Well that was because there’d be no point teaming up with you if you couldn’t withstand that attack. I suppose that you barely qualified.”

“You really are full of yourself…”

(Name) pointed to herself. “Did I qualify?”

Kurapika smiled, shaking his head. “I didn’t need to test you, I already planned on teaming up with you from the beginning.”

Leorio frowned and (Name) gasped, pulling Kurapika into a hug and ruffling his hair.

“Aren’t you a little charmer?”

“He’s rude that’s what he is!”

Leorio huffed. “Well, I can’t deny that it’s easier to work as a team. Let’s stick together for the remaining four days.”

(Name) released the now flustered Kurapika, putting her hands on her hips.

“Yeah, let’s.”

The three chatted for a bit, discussing their targets and the tags they now had.

“Wait, (Name), who’s your target?”

Leorio glanced at her, only slightly suspicious. She sighed and reached into her shirt, pulling the blank card out to show them.

“I have no target, and I’m not being hunted. I’m the one who drew the blank card.”

—————

Illumi had been watching over the interaction from a distance. Once (Name) had gotten her stolen underwear back, he left.

He didn’t like that another man had held her panties in his hands, but there wasn’t much her could do about it… yet. It was almost night time and he had long since gravely wounded his target, only needing to capture his tag.

Illumi took one last look at (Name) before he was gone.

————

The group of three traverse through the forest, (Name) stopping to pick up herbs and mushrooms she’d need to make dinner.

They all slide down a cliff, (Name) complaining about their nonchalant behavior.

“Do all boys just enjoy getting dirty? I just washed these.”

She groaned, dusting the dirt off of the back of her shorts.

“You can just wash them again later. You can wear my tunic if you need to.” Kurapika offered like the gentleman he was.

“Thanks, but that would barely cover me. I’m not exactly the smallest girl, but any girl with hips would pop out of that.”

Leorio put a hand on Kurapika’s shoulder. “Let her borrow your tunic.”

The younger man pulled away from his grasp. “Did you not hear her, it would barely cover her.”

“That’s the poi-“

Kurapika smacked him over the head with his weapon. “Pervert.”

Leorio huffed. “So I’ve figured out who my target is, but how am I supposed to find her on this huge island? Isn’t walking around aimlessly a waste of energy?”

“Constantly whining and being a pervert would be an even bigger waste of energy.”

“You already have six points, so you’re finished. But if I don’t find my target…”

The three stopped in their tracks, Kurapika gasping. Down the path and causally leaned against a tree was none other than Hisoka.

“Hey.”

He held up a card nonchalantly. The two men stiffened, standing in front of (Name) protectively. Kurapika barely noticed her slowly raise her hand to grasp her hurt wrist, trembling.

“Imagine meeting you here…”

Leorio laughed humorlessly. “I keep running into people I don’t want to encounter.”

“You see, I need two more points. Could you give me your tags?”

“What was that! Screw that, I’m not gonna-“

“Leorio!”

Kurapika cut his eyes to (Name), and Leorio did the same. She was shaking, struggling to control her breathing. It was very obvious that Hisoka scared her, and it wasn’t just because he had a frightening presence. Something had happened between the two.

“You said that you only needed two points, correct? Which implies we are not your targets, correct?”

“I’m the one asking questions here. Will you give me your tags or not?”

He held a card to his lips, his eyes trained on (Name). The two men inches closer, blocking her from view.

“That depends. We currently have five tags. Mine, my target’s, Leorio’s, (Name)’s, and a tag only worth a single point to us. Of these, only two could be the number of your target. Mine, or the tag only worth a single point.”

“Correct. Neither of those is my target. So?”

“That’s leaves the other two tags. If you’re willing to take the tag worth only one point to us and leave, you can have it. But I will not let you have mine or (Name)’s, and the same goes for the other two.”

The two of them throw down their respective bags, readying themselves for battle. (Name) drew her dagger.

“If you insist on taking them by force, you’ll have to fight me!”

Both Kurapika and Leorio raised their weapons, the three men having a stare down. (Name) attempted to join them, but before she could move from behind them the two blocked her with their arms.

“Stay back.” Kurapika whispered. Hisoka’s eyes narrowed, taking in the sight of the three with wicked glee. He covered his face with his hand, laughing into it.

“Mmm….”

He pulled his hand down to glance at them. “Out of curiosity, what is your number?”

“#404.” Kurapika answered, frowning.

Hisoka glared at them for a bit longer, almost like he was savoring the moment. “Alright. You have a deal. I’ll only take the one tag.”

Kurapika nodded. He crouched down to grab his bag, fishing the badge out and placing it in the hollow part of a tree.

“I’ll leave it here.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be standing here for a while.”

Before the three can leave, he stops them with a smirk.

“Girl, stay here for a moment.”

Leorio and Kurapika began to protest, but (Name) stops them. “It’s alright. I don’t want to anger or… excite him with my refusal.”

“You two, walk away a bit. Don’t worry, I don’t plan on killing her or anything. Just need to.. pass on a message.”

The two glanced at her as they walked away, Kurapika’s hand forming into a fist.

“What do you need to tell me?”

(Name) stand a good 5 feet away, her dagger still out and ready for use. Hisoka steps towards, and she takes a step back.

“Relax, I’m not gonna hurt you again. I really do have a message for you, from your little friend.”

(Name) perks up at this, breaking the distance between them. “You mean it? A message from-“

Hisoka puts a finger over her lips, smirking as she winced in disgust. “You surround yourself with such dangerous men, (Name). Be careful who you say his name around.”

She nodded hesitantly and he pulled his finger away, licking it.

“He said to meet him in York New, September 1st.”

Her heart started beating against her chest, and she gripped the fabric of her shirt. “I’m so glad he’s okay…”

‘Although he could have just texted me instead of getting the creepy clown to play messenger…’

Nonetheless, (Name) shook Hisoka’s hand, smiling up at him. “Thank you so much, I didn’t know you were this nice!”

After that she ran away, chasing after Leorio and Kurapika.

Hisoka watched her go, staring down at his hand for a moment before clenching his fist.

“I’m starting to understand why those two are so… interested in her.”

——————

(Name) made a simple soup for dinner, eating and drinking water from the stream as the two fussed over her.

“What did he tell you, did he hurt you?”

“Why the hell did you grab his hand, he could’ve crushed your windpipe with ease!”

(Name) leaned back against her leaf pillow, stretching out her legs. “I’m fine, aren’t I? And he didn’t tell me anything that you two would need to know.”

She wasn’t sure if she should tell them. After all, her friend wasn’t exactly a… great person. She was okay with that, but she knew others wouldn’t be so lenient.

“We’re just worried, (Name). You seem to have a knack for getting yourself into trouble with dangerous men.”

Kurapika didn’t know how right he was. (Name) pouted, snuggling up under their new shelter.

“I can handle myself… most of the time… I promise if what he told me was bad I would have told you by now.”

“Yeah? Well how about you tell us why you were shaking so badly when he looked at you?”

(Name) was silent at this, looking down at her wrist that had turned purple over the last few days. Leorio didn’t miss this.

“He’s the one that did that to you, isn’t he? That bastard… I’ll kill him!”

(Name) reached out to pull at his sleeve, shaking her head.

“Don’t. He’s too strong for any of us to beat. He… made me promise not to say anything. I agreed, for… your sake.”

She gestured to the two, before releasing Leorio’s sleeve.

The three fell into silence, and (Name) soon fell asleep. Kurapika took of his tunic and covered her with it, brushing the hair out of her face.

“She did that… to protect us?”

Leorio shook his head, gripping his blade.

“We’ll have to return the favor.”

—————

Four days had passed since they saw Hisoka, with nothing to show for it.

“Wanna head back to the starting point?”

“Huh?”

(Name) stopped, placing her canteen back in her bag after they’d all had a sip. Leorio continued.

“It’s possible that people have already finished.”

“No, we won’t be able to find anyone there. This phase is unique because you have a chance to recover your tag if you lose it. On the other hand, you might have six points in tags right now, but that doesn’t guarantee you’ll have them when the phase ends. You can’t finish it quickly.”

“I see.” Leorio grunts out, rubbing his aching legs.

“But it’s worth a shot. Only one day remains, people who already have six points will be inclined to wait near the goal. I would do the same.”

(Name) nods, jumping over the roots of a tree.

“Okay, let’s go!”

————

“Well? Anyone there?”

The three stare out at the place where they first disembarked. “No. No one that can easily be spotted.”

“Damn.”

“Perhaps we should split up to search after we decide on a place to reconvene.” Kurapika and Leorio sigh, (Name) raising an eyebrow at the suggestion. Had they forgotten that there was a Killer Clown on the loose?

“It’ll go faster with four people!”

“Huh?”

The three startle, quickly swiveling around to see Gon jump from a tree.

“Gon!”

“I guess we all had the same idea. I’ve been watching from up above, and a number of people are nearby.”

(Name) jumped up and tackled him in a hug, petting his head. “Gon!! You’re safe!”

“I see, we should search from above.”

Gon wiggled out of her grasp and Kurapika shook his head.

“We can’t, it’s only possible if you have eyes as sharp as Gon’s.”

(Name) agreed, looking at the tree with dismay. “And I don’t think I can climb a tree, not after what happened last time.”

“Last time? What happened last t-“

“Gon!”

Said boy perked up. “Yes?”

“Do you have the tags you need?”

His expression soured a bit. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Damn, so I’m the only one without enough points.”

“Who’s your target?”

Leorio handed Gon his card. “#246, a woman named Ponzu. I heard she used chemical weapons. Gon, did you see any women when you were up there?”

He shakes his head. “None besides (Name).”

“I see…”

Kurapika placed a hand on Leorio’s shoulder. “We can assume that there are four possibilities. She’s I. Good shape and still has her tag. She’s in good shape, but she lost her tag. She’s out of action, but she still has her tag. She’s out of action, and she doesn’t have her tag.”

“Is it really likely that she’d still have her tag if she’s out of action?”

“If she were caught in a sudden accident, or if she were defeated after hiding the tag. If she died after conceiving her tag, we won’t be able to find it.”

“Sounding gloomier by the second.” Leorio whined.

“Hey, do you know anything else about Ponzu? Does she wear a special perfume like (Name)?” Gon asked. (Name) sniffed herself, but all she could smell was soil and sweat. Kurapika gasped.

“Oh, that’s right! Gon can follow her scent!”

“But she might not wear perfume.”

“He can smell the chemicals she uses. She’s known for using drugs, right? Some of them must have strong scents. Well, Gon?”

Gon nodded. “Okay, I’ll give it a shot! That’s why I’m here.”

—————

The group of four travelled under the shade of trees and through hills of grass, Gon inhaling the air as they went.

By sunset, Gon sniffed out a cave where they stopped in front of. Leorio peered at the cave, giving Gon a nod.

“Is she in there, Gon?”

“Yep, definitely.”

“What do you want to do, Leorio?”

“I’m going inside.”

They all looked at him as he picked up a stick and began to approach the cave. “You guys wait here.”

He walked in, tapping the walls as he did. He threw his stick into the dark to test for a reaction.

“I’ll head inside. Don’t renter until I give you the okay.”

“30 minutes.”

“Huh?”

“If we don’t hear anything from you after 30 minutes, we’re coming in.”

Leorio denied Kurapika’s demand with a shake of his head.

“Unacceptable. If that happens, you guys should return to the start.”

“I can’t do that. Since we teamed up, I won’t abandon you now.”

(name) nodded, in agreement with Kurapika. “I still owe you from getting my… lucky pair back for me.”

She winked, causing a blush to erupt on his face.

“Then I quit the team. You don’t owe me anything. It’s selfish, considering all the help you’ve given me, but I’ll do this alone.”

Gon frowned. “No.”

Leorio ran back. “What did you say?!”

“We’re staying here no matter what! Still got a problem?”

He watched the threes faces, all of them looking at him with stubborn eyes. He sighed and pulled out his knife, tossing his briefcase to gon.

“Do whatever you like. Hold onto that for me.”

The three smiled between themselves.

———————

“-and then he bit me, like actually bit me! I was afraid he might be rabid so I ran away.”

“(Name), you attract the strangest people.”

(Name) had begun to tell them about her meeting her mysterious friend, although she kept his name and occupation secret. Kurapika rubbed his temple.

“Yeah, he is pretty strange, but cute in a way. He really liked the rose syrup I made so I mail him some every month. His address changes for work often but…”

She paused, biting her lip. “Sorry, I’m rambling. It’s just…”

“Nervous about Leorio taking so long?” Kurapika asked, a smile pulling at his lips. She nodded.

“It’s been nearly 30 minutes.”

“Kurapika, Gon, (Name)!”

The three shoot up at the sound of Leorio’s shouting.

“Don’t come in!”

The three run forward, Kurapika pushing (Name) back. “You stay here. Don’t move!”

With that, (Name) is alone again. She kicked the sandy ground, her lips forming into her another pout.

“Stupid boys and their stupid chivalry.” She crossed her arms, deciding to gather ingredients for dinner to pass the time. If they weren’t out in an hour, she’d go in.

—————

(Name) was lucky enough to find a nest full of eggs, so she boiled them and made a simple salad to go with it. It wasn’t much, but would fill their bellies enough to get through the night.

She stared at the entrance to the cave as the eggs boiled. She noticed smoke starting to pool out.

“Smoke? Oh god I hope they didn’t-“

(Name) quieted when she heard the d sound of shoes slapping against the cave floor. She gasped when she saw Gon carring the boys, plus Ponzu out of the cave.

“Holy- Gon how strong are you!?”

He let out a great before inhaling loudly. “Strong enough!”

—————

The boys explained what happened over dinner. Gon seemed particularly excited, his stomach growling loudly.

“Thanks for preparing dinner, (Name)!”

She patted his head, putting two one of her eggs onto his plate. “No problem. Here, take one of mine. Young boys need to eat!”

He didn’t argue, only gulping it down and grinning. After dinner the four gathered together to sleep, (Name) telling them stories about her mysterious friend, who they were beginning to wonder the motive of.

“(Name), I think that guy might be in l-“

Kurapika smacked Leorio across the head.

“Goodnight, let’s all get some rest before the big day tomorrow.”

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Negan x Reader - The Princess And The Bodyguard

For my amazing friend @little-diable 15k celebration! Congratulations again love!

Prompt in bold - Since her marriage the tales of her beauty had grown still greater.

I hope you all enjoy this!

Warnings - Smut (under the cut), arranged marriage, death threats (18+)

“You’re an ass, you know that,” Y/n hissed as Negans thumb drew circles on top of her overly sensitive clit.

He’d been teasing her for hours, bringing her to the edge of her release and then denying her at the very last second, just to do it all over again.

But, despite her words, Y/n couldn’t deny that she loved every single torturous second of it.

A dark chuckle fell from Negans lips as he pushed two of his fingers deep inside her dripping wet pussy, flicking her g-spot slowly as he leaned in closer to her.

“Still think I’m an ass, princess?” He asked, his lips ghosting over hers.

Y/n opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out, instead the only sound that left her slightly swollen lips was a loud moan, as Negans fingers quickly pumped in and out of her.

“You’re gonna get us caught, if you’re not careful,” he stated quietly, a triumphant smirk tugging at his lips as he placed his other hand over her mouth, quieting the shameless noises she was making.

Y/n didn’t care.

She knew this was the last time they were going to be able to be together like this; so she was going to make as much noise as she wanted.

Negan knew this.

And he loved it.

He reveled in watching as her eyes rolled back in sheer pleasure; he loved watching her squirm and writhe underneath him as she desperately chased the release she’d been craving and he’d been denying.

“You wanna cum?” He teased, feeling her clenching around his fingers at his words; knowing the answer before the words could even leave her mouth.

“Please,” she begged, once his hand was no longer covering her mouth.

The sound of Princess Y/n begging, that was a sound he would never get tired of hearing.

“Cum for me,” he whispered as his fingers took up the fast paced rhythm once again.

And just like that, Y/n fell over the edge she’d been made to teeter on for so long; a symphony of moans and half spoken curse words falling from her lips before Negans hand once again muffled the sinful noises coming from the princess.

~~~~~

“This is the last time we can do this, princess,” Negan mumbled, pressing a soft kiss on Y/n's forehead, before pulling away from her completely and getting out of the bed to gather up the clothes he’d quickly discarded earlier.

She knew it was the last time they could do this, she did.

But she just wanted to be with Negan for a little while longer

“Stay,” Y/n's plea was barely above a whisper, but it was loud enough for Negan to hear; and drew his attention back to her.

When his eyes met hers, he felt his heart begin to break; even more so when he noticed how her bottom lip was trembling as she tried not to cry.

He didn’t want to go.

His brain was screaming at him to just throw his clothes back on the floor, wrap his arms around her and never let go.

He wanted to stay with her; but he knew he couldn’t.

“We both know I can’t,” he answered back, sadness filling his eyes as he continued to get dressed, making sure he avoided any further eye contact with Y/n.

He knew if he saw that sadness in her again, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from staying.

He hated seeing her sad.

And he certainly hated being the cause of it.

But she was leaving. No matter how much he hated the idea of it, it was out of both of their control.

“You could come with me,” she offered softly, moving off of the bed, the bed sheet wrapped around her body until she stood in front of him, her gorgeous y/e/c eyes looking up at him.

“You could be my personal bodyguard,” she continued, lifting her free hand to Negans face, gently caressing his cheek.

He knew he could go with her.

Her father had already asked Negan if he would go with her, to keep an eye on her and make sure that she was safe.

And he’d said no. Not because he didn’t want to; he did.

But because he knew that if he had to watch the man that Y/n was arranged to be marrying, he’d kill him, the second he laid a hand on her, he’d be a dead man.

Which wouldn’t have been good for anybody.

Negan knew that this arranged marriage between Y/n and King Rick had to work for the sake of the kingdom.

Y/n's father was an old man, he wouldn’t be able to rule forever; so Y/n, being his only heir, would have the throne.

Naturally, her father just wanted her to be safe and looked after when he was gone; that’s why he arranged her marriage to King Rick. Her father knew he was an honorable man who would look after his daughter and his kingdom.

On paper it was a perfect match.

Except for the fact that Y/n loved Negan and Negan loved Y/n back.

“I can’t,” he whispered, lifting his hand to hers, wrapping his fingers around her wrist, wishing that he could just stay in this moment with her forever.

“We both know I wouldn’t be able to look at you with him everyday, without wanting to-” he stopped the final words from falling from his lips, instead it was a sigh that came from his lips instead as leaned down and rested his forehead against hers.

He was fighting every urge he had to kiss her again knowing that if he did, he’d never be able to let her go.

“In another life, we're together right?” She sniffled, trying to stop the tears that were forming in her eyes from falling.

That question….it was enough to break his heart completely.

“Oh I fucking hope so, princess,” he replied, noticing how his own voice shook a little.

He pulled away slightly, pressing a quick kiss on her forehead before grabbing his jacket, throwing it over his shoulder and making his way to the door.

His hand hovered over the door knob for a few seconds longer than it should’ve; his heart still fighting with his head; but deep down, he knew this was the right thing to do.

And with that he left the room, quickly wiping away the stray tears that had fallen from his eyes, before walking through the halls of the castle as though he hadn’t just broken his own heart.

~~~~~

It had been two years since Y/n's marriage to King Rick, and since her marriage the tales of her beauty had grown still greater.

Everyone in Alexandria, King Rick's kingdom seemed to love her; especially the king of the kingdom himself, whose love and devotion was clear enough for everyone and anyone to see.

Including Negan.

Even though it made the blood coursing through his veins burn with jealousy, he couldn’t deny how much King Rick loved Y/n; and that’s what had made her the perfect target.

Four days ago, Y/n's father had received word that his only daughter had nearly been assassinated whilst out on a horse ride at the borders of Alexandria.

Y/n's father was too ill to travel the three days it would take to get to Alexandria, which is why Negan was here.

Not that there was ever really a question about it, regardless of whether he was sent by the King or not, he’d be here.

Y/n's life was at risk, and there was no way in hell he was going to let anyone harm her.

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To Call You Mine

Chapter 8

Authors note: sorry it's been a while. Hope you enjoy! Stay tuned for a Xmas/NYE special chapter!

Warnings: a/b/o content(claiming,marking, knotting)

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You grunt as you thrust forward, the sound of the smacking of your hips against your Omegas ass fills the small room. Your grip on the underside of her thighs tightens as you press them further against her chest and she cries out, pleasure mixing with overstimulation as your knot slips into her for the fifth time.

She whimpers as she shakes and her nails dig into your forearms. You have no doubt small crescent moon shapes will linger, practically imprinted into your muscles at this point. Once her grip on you relaxes you help her lay her legs out against the bed and help her get comfortable while running your fingers through her hair, not bothered that it's slightly damp with sweat.

She tries her best not to fall asleep underneath you as your fingers lull her into a deeply relaxed state as they massage her scalp and she wraps her arms around you, letting her fingers trace along the edges of your many bandages as she revels in having you so close. You press your lips along her jaw a few times, finding it impossible not to shower her in your affections.

“Such a good girl, my Omega is. Did so well for me Natty, took my knot so many times.” She nuzzles into you, purring at the praise

Despite being tired, that sentence kickstarts her brain. She realizes then just how much of your seed you had filled her with tonight, which means the probability of her soon being with your pup is extremely high. Excitement fills her and her heart swells as she thinks about the life that may soon be growing inside of her and her thoughts move to daydreams of the future with you.

“Y/n?”

You pick your head up to look at her, “Yes Natty?”

She takes a deep breath, forcing her anxieties away before asking her question, “Instead of staying here, can Dima and I go home with you tonight?”

“Baby, you don’t have to ever ask that. You're my mate, my home is your home. So of course we can go home. And tomorrow we can go shopping to buy Dima everything he needs for his new bedroom, and I’ll buy you anything you want or need. For yourself or the house.”

“Anything?” she asks, “You really mean that?”

You nod, “Of course I do. I’m going to treat you the way you deserve. And that means spoiling you any chance I get.”

Happiness fills her and she can hardly contain her excitement, “I love you”

You press a kiss against her temple, “I love you too, detka(baby)”

Natashas eyes widened at the use of her native language, “You know Russian??”

“Well, I’m not fluent by any means, but Yelena had taught me a few words and phrases back in college.” you admit, “I had wanted to learn it, so I could surprise you and talk to you in your native language. But then after we graduated and I thought you chose Bruce, I stopped taking lessons with her.”

She smiles fondly at you and cups your face, “Let me teach you then? I’d love to be able talk with you in my native tongue”

“I would love that. Then we can teach our pups so they can all be bilingual too.”

A purr leaves the Omega as she holds you tightly, “I can’t wait to grow our family”

You rest your forehead against hers, letting one of your hands brush against her stomach, “That might happen sooner than you think with how much mating we did today.”

“I hope so” she replies, bringing her hand down to hold yours, and the two of you remain like that for a few more moments until your knot deflates.

“Now then, if you wanna go home tonight we should get cleaned up and then have Lena bring Dima back, don’t you think?” She nods so you slowly pull yourself from her, careful to not agitate her sensitive cunt. You nuzzle against her cheek affectionately before standing, “I’ll get the bath ready and be back for you, ok?”

“Mhm. Thank you Alpha”

You head into the motel's bathroom and turn on the hot water, only plugging up the tub when you've gotten it to a reasonable temperature. You smile to yourself as you notice some bubble bath. It's more than likely for the pup, but you see no harm in adding a few drops into the bath. You're sure your Omega will enjoy it.

Once the tub is filled you return to the bedroom, where Natash still lays on the bed awaiting your return. She smiles and does grabby hands in your direction, causing you to chuckle at her cuteness, but of course you comply with her demand. You effortlessly lift her and she cuddles into your embrace.

“You're adorable Natty” you tell her, causing her to smile widely at you from her spot in your arms and she nuzzles against you further

“Mmm. Eh uv ou” comes a mumble of gibberish, and you laugh at not being able to understand her

She moves her face away from you enough to glare at you, adding a playful nip at your jawline to showcase her annoyance but it only serves to make you laugh harder. She was far too cute to be intimidating, especially when you had to carry her because her legs couldn’t work properly at the moment thanks to your earlier activities.

“Baby, repeat that for me, preferably not into my neck?” you ask as you stand in front of the tub with her

She smiles and places a kiss against your cheek, “I said, I love you.”

“I love you too”. Now let's get in this nice bath I prepared for us.”

It's then she notices the bubbles that fill the tub and a smile lights up her features. You mentally high five yourself as you see her happiness and gently set her down in the warm water. She sighs at it soothes her slightly achy muscles and then eyes you expectantly. You carefully climb in behind her, and she practically climbs into your lap to cuddle against you.

“Is this ok?” she hesitantly asks as her insecurities show themselves. She doesn’t want to overwhelm you with her need to be near you.

You kiss the top of her head as your arms wrap around her waist, “Of course it is, my Omega. You're always allowed to be near me. If you need or want to hold my hand, hug me, cuddle with me, sit on my lap or anything else then please do so. You don’t need to hold back your affections, ok?”

“Okay” she responds looking up at you from your chest, “Thank you Alpha.”

“You're welcome, detka(baby)” you reply, causing butterflies to flutter throughout her stomach, “Do you want your hair washed?”

“Yeah, I think I’ll wash it. It probably needs it”

You shake your head, “Nuh uh, that's not what I asked. Do you want it washed?”

She watches as you grab her shampoo bottle and then look at her expectantly. She's not used to Alphas actually caring, wanting to be helpful and take care of their mate. She absolutely knows you're capable of such kindnesses, but when all she's been around is Bruce, a selfish Alpha who only wanted her around to use for his own needs, it's understandable why she wouldn’t expect this. You hope that after she settles into life with you that your kindness and care no longer surprises her.

“Yes please” she finally responds, trying her best to ignore the few tears that have built up in her eyes

After you finish washing and rinsing her hair she insists on helping you wash your body, knowing that your injuries would not only make such a thing more difficult but that they also need to be tended to appropriately. She relishes the way you relax under her touch, it shows that you trust her to care for you, and nothing could make her happier.

Once you're both washed and clean you climb out of the bath and help dry each other off. You both head back into the bedroom and Natasha makes her way over to her duffle bag to grab herself an outfit. It's then she realizes you had no other outfit as you’d only had the one when released from the hospital. The one you slept in last night.

“Alpha, wait” she calls out to you before you can put on your shirt. You stand there in your pants as you watch her dig through her bag, “Here, wear this”

You smile as she hands you one of your own shirts, an old one that you had given her a few years ago when she had ended up needing to change after an incident with some spilled ice cream.

“You kept it.” you whisper in disbelief as you grab the old shirt from her extended hand

“Of course I did. It was something of you, all I thought I would get. I wouldn’t have let it go for anything.”

You pull it over your head and admire the way it smells like her. She had obviously worn it a lot over the years she had it. You hoped it brought her plenty of comfort and you couldn’t help but wonder if she had done anything more in your shirt though. Perhaps she touched herself dreaming that it was you doing so…you’d have to ask her about that later.

“Well, now you have all of me Natty. But you can still wear whatever shirt of mine you’d like. I enjoy seeing you in my clothes.”

She smiles as she grabs her phone, opening up her sister's contact, “Good, because I enjoy wearing them.”

As Yelena pulls her car into the parking lot she can see that you have already packed her sister's car full of all her and Dimas belongings and she smiles as she looks back at her nephew, “You're gonna go live with your…well, I don’t really know what parental figure term she’ll wanna be called but the point is that you and your mama are going to go live a happy life.”

She sends a quick text and waits before she sees the motel room door open. She smiles and sends a wave back to you before getting out of the car to hug her sister. Natasha hugs her tight as her excitement radiates throughout her body and Yelen chuckles at her giddiness.

“Someone is excited hm?”

“Can you blame me?” Nat replies with a quirk of her brow

The blonde shakes her head, “Not at all, but I have to tease you about something.”

As the two Russians talk you make your way to the car's backseat. Dima squeals happily as you open the door and you smile at the pup. You quickly undo his buckles and scoop him into your arms. He grabs at your cheeks with his chubby little hands and you laugh as he gives them curious little squeezes.

“Hi mister. I hope you behaved well for your Auntie.”

He looks at you before his gaze turns to your mate and he lifts a hand out in her direction, “Ma ma!”

Your eyes nearly pop out of your head and you smile wider than ever, “Natty!!”

Natasha and Yelena both turn your way, worried something was wrong until they see the smile on your face as you rush over to them, the pup bouncing giddily in your arms as you do so.

“What made you so excited, Alpha?”

You smile at your pup, “He called you Mama! It was the cutest thing!”

Yelena chuckles at your excitement, it was quite obvious you didn’t know what she did about the pup which she honestly wasn’t surprised about with how cut off Bruce had made you from their lives.

“Oh, moya lyubov'(my love). You're so adorable.” she says pressing a kiss against your lips, “He's been calling me that on occasion for the past few months now. I’m sorry I didn’t think to mention it to you.”

“Don’t be sorry Natty, I’m still excited either way! I got to hear him say it!”

She smiles again as she takes Dima from your hold. She greets him with a kiss on the cheek which he does his best to reciprocate, “Hi malen'kiy(little one). I missed you.”

He coos at her with a smile before looking back at you. You ruffle his hair and he looks back at Nat, “Ma ma!”

She nods, “That's right, I’m Mama. My boy is so smart”

He turns and outstretches a hand to you once more, “Ma ma!”

You and Nat stare, wide eyed and open mouthed at each other while Yelena beams at the pup, “Oh he is very smart.”

Natasha brings Dimas forehead to rest upon her own, “That's right baby. That's your other Mama. She loves us so so much”

You quickly wrap your arms around them both, kissing each of their cheeks, “I really do. You guys are my world.”

Yelena hastily wipes away the tears that escape her eyes at the scene before her, but she notices those same tears are spilling from your eyes and her sisters as well.

“Alright you three, enough with the sappy. Go on and get settled into your new home sestra(sister)”

Nat breaks away from her embrace with the two of you in order to hug Yelena. The blonde is sure to pepper the pups face in kisses before saying their goodbyes and then she comes to hug you as well. You hug her back and listen to what she whispers into your ear.

“Thank you, for loving them as they deserve”

You can only nod in response and watch on protectively as Nat works on strapping Dima into the car. Once Yelena drives away you both get in Nats car and you begin your drive home.

About an hour later you pull into the driveway, and you can see your car parked in front of your garage door. You make a mental note to thank Vis for following through with that. Your three car garage is plenty big enough to keep Nats car in as well, which also works in your favor because it keeps Bruce from actually having proof she was there should he drive by or send someone else to drive by.

“Natty baby, I’m going to go grab my keys from where Vis hid them and open the garage up for us ok? Then we can pull our cars in. I’ll let you park closest to the door that connects to the house since we’ll probably have Dima in your car most often.”

She quickly agrees and moves into the driver's seat, waiting for you to open the door. Once you do she pulls into her new spot and you pull in beside her, leaving your motorcycle in the third spot, farthest from the door. You make sure the garage door shuts before leaving your car. You lock it and make your way over to Nats to assist her.

You had only allowed her to carry in Dima, his diaper bag and his bag. You, being your strong Alpha self, brought everything else in. You set Dimas highchair in the breakfast nook before taking his bouncer to the living room. Natasha heads right for your bedroom, remembering where it was from the other few times she had been here over a year ago.

You join her after a few minutes and can’t help but smile as you see her cuddling Dima on your bed, “I’m not sure if you remember but my extra bedrooms are upstairs. Ones set up as a guest room right now, but there's the other two to pick from as well as a bonus room to do whatever with up there too.”

“Thank you, for tonight, since he doesn’t have the proper furniture I’ll make a nest in here for him. If that's alright.”

“Of course. Tomorrow while we’re out you should pick up anything you'd like for your own nest. I have plenty of space in my walk-in closet for your clothes as well as mine so no dressers should be needed, for out here anyway. So even if you do find any furniture you’d like for in here there's still plenty of areas for you to set it up.”

She looks excitedly around the room, “I can’t wait to have a nest again. I may not have liked Bruce, or the nest I had there very much because the supplies he let me have weren’t that comfortable, but I can’t deny it was the safest place I felt.”

“Omegas need their nests, at least he wasn’t a complete asshole and let you have that safe space. I’m sorry he couldn’t even be bothered to allow you to be comfortable though Natty.”

“Don’t worry Alpha, this one will be especially comfortable. And big enough for us both.”

You join her sitting on the bed, “I think it needs to be a bit bigger too, just in case our pups need to join us.”

She nods, “Yes, because I’ll want everyone close at first. After Dima was born all I wanted was Lena, Wanda and you and Bruce hated it. He couldn’t even be bothered to realize it was his own fault I didn’t seek him out for safety or comfort.”

“Well, you're my mate, so you're now gonna get all the safety and comfort you want or need.”

She hums appreciatively as she hugs you, “Thank you Alpha. But what I really need right now is some food. Can we order take out?”

You chuckle, “Still like that family owned Chinese food place?”

She nods enthusiastically and you quickly pull out your phone to look up their menu and order your mate her desired foods as well as finding something for yourself as well.

Once you eat the rest of the night is spent helping your Omega get comfortable in her new home. You help her put her clothes away in your closet and even help get Dima settled in a nest before settling down to cuddle the rest of the night away.

You awake the next morning to find Natashas body practically laying on top of yours, her head resting in the center of your chest. You smile softly and carefully grab your phone to snap a picture. Soon after she shifts and begins to softly mumble nonsense under her breath. Eventually she wakes properly and once Dima is given his breastmilk the three of you head out to the kitchen where you prepare breakfast for your new family.

The rest of your morning is spent following Nat around as takes in your home's furniture and decor. She makes mental notes of anything she can think of that may need to be purchased for Dima and his new room, as well as taking her own few wants into account. Though she's hesitant to actually bring these things up to you, she's still not used to her opinion and wants actually being taken into account.

Once at the store You plop your pup into the child seat in the shopping cart and let your Omega be the one to lead you around the store. Just as you figured she would, she leads you to the pup section first. She starts by grabbing some new toys for him. Some blocks, stackable rings, an interactive talking plush dog to help him learn and a walking toy to entice him into walking more. Then she chooses some bath toys. A rubber ducky, an octopus that acts as a little fountain, and a small little floating boat. Lastly she chooses a few more stuffies for him. A teddy bear with a cute plaid bowtie and a large super soft dinosaur.

Next is the pup supply aisle. She grabs a few plates for him as well as utensils then picks up a pump and bottles for his breastmilk before adding two sippy cups for his juices to the cart. She also grapes a new pacifier and pack of washable bibs before moving on. She then grabs a few packages of wipes and diapers, as well as picking up a few packages of pup food and snacks for him.

She looks at the already full cart and then at you, “Are you sure about this? I mean we still have to pick out his furniture and nest supplies, not to mention my things.”

“It's fine Natty. I may not work for him super often, but Mr. Stark pays me well and I have my military benefits too.” you tell her, grabbing her hand, “You both need things and as your Alpha I will happily provide them for you, ok?”

“Ok, as long as you're sure”

“I am. So whatever he needs and wants, put it in. Then we’ll work on your things.” you tell her, smiling as you watch her walk to the end of the ails to pick up a small outdoor swing to attach to a tree, “Good choice”

“The swings always his favorite when we go to the park.” she replies with a smile

“Then he’ll love swinging from my giant maple tree” you fondly reply, “Do we need anything else here before looking at nest supplies?”

She nods, “Just one more thing. I want to get a nice pup monitor system. I never needed one at Bruces because the house was so small. But since his bedroom will now be upstairs I’d feel more comfortable with one.”

“Alright, let's see what they have then.”

After looking through the selection the store had to offer she finally decided on one that not only let her hear things but see things too. This way she had far less to be anxious about when she was downstairs, as she could also take the screen with her anywhere she needed to.

You head to the nesting section after that, and though Nat had packed blankets and pillows those were for actual use not nesting. So she browses through the blankets until she finds a few that she believes will suit the pup and tosses a few more pillows into the cart as well. Now the cart was absolutely overflowing with things, but you were somehow able to fit the crib and the changing table on the rack underneath the cart.

Before heading to where your mate needs to go you grab another cart, letting her steer the one all of Dima's things were in. She feels like she's being a bit selfish, asking for so many things for him and then herself. But then she remembers that this isn’t a new place for you, it's well lived in. While for her and Dima it's very new, and aside from their clothes she was only really able to grab the bare minimum of necessities so it makes sense to purchase so much. It is very reasonable. Still, she can’t help but feel like it's too much. Surely she would be ok without things as long as Dima was taken care of and had anything he needed.

Sensing her thoughts you take her hand once she stops in the kitchenware aisle, “Stop thinking so hard baby. I want to get you these things ok? I want to take care of your needs, your wants, and you. Please let me.”

“Ok, thank you” she replies

“Of course. Now what would you like me to grab?”

She has you pick up a new set of pots and pans, as being single, you only had one of each at home currently. You mainly ate out at friends houses, restaurants or picked up fast food and take out. Along with those you also grab some utensils to aid in cooking, a slow cooker and air fryer.

She heads to the furniture area next and picks out a small end table with a cute lamp to go with it, as well as a small bookshelf which you also load into your cart. While you had been doing so she had moved on to look at some smaller decor items. Dima happily babbles to himself as she browses the items, and she grabs a few picture frames of various sizes. Her intent is to add Dima all over the space.

Finally she finds something that catches her eye. It was a beautiful plate, painted with intricate flowers and design that was easily recognizable as that of Eastern Europe. She feels a connection to it immediately. There is one problem however, she's too short to reach it.

“Could you come help me, printsessa(princess)?”

Confused by the pet name your head shoots up, and you glance around the aisle to find who she deems cute enough to call princess. But when you find no one else you realize she was referring to you, and a slight blush settles over the apple of your cheeks. You’d never really thought of yourself as the princess type but if your Omega thought of you that way, you wouldn't object. You would

“Princess?” you ask with a raise of your brow

She nods, “You are my big and strong Alpha, but you are also my beautiful princess”

You can't help but smile at her, “Thank you detka(baby). Now what can I help you get?”

“That plate, please.” she says, pointing to the exact one she wanted

You easily grab it for her and carefully hand it over, “It’s very pretty”

“I think so too. It reminds me of all of Mama and Papas things from Russia”

Once her heart is content with her new knick-knacks she heads on to the nesting aisle. She's immediately drawn to a huge bean bag chair, she's sure it would make the perfect base to build upon as it's about 10 feet.

“Is that the one you want?”

She nods enthusiastically, “Yes! It’s perfect!”

You chuckle, “Alright baby, I’ll grab you one. Go ahead and look at the blankets and pillows. I’ll meet you there.”

After you get her boxed bean bag into the cart you take a quick shortcut through the stuffie aisle. You remember how many she had as a teenager, and then even in college she had quite a few. You imagine she would have had to leave them behind. If Bruce even let her have any to begin with. So, your mind is set on getting her at least one of the adorable plush items.

When you meet back up with your Omega she's immediately suspicious of what took you so long and then notices the proud look on your face, so before she places her pillows and blankets into your cart she takes a closer look at its contents. That's when she notices them, a teddy bear and a plush lion. A smile spreads across her face as she feels how soft they both are.

“You like them?”

“I love them.” she replies, briefly picking up and hugging the bear

“I’m glad. Now let's go check out and we can go home and set everything up.”

Sure enough, that's how the rest of your day had been spent. You helped Nat set up the kitchen before moving onto building all of the furniture that had been bought. While you were busy with that your mate was working on her nest. She decided to have it in the one corner, near the windows that looked out into the backyard, that way she could soak up some natural sunlight and warmth while laying in her nest.

Once she was pleased with her work she picked Dima up from where he'd been playing on the floor and carries him up to his room. She's impressed by your ability to build things so quickly. And she absolutely loves how his room has come together.

“Everything looks perfect, Alpha. Thank you.” she says, kissing you in appreciation

“Anything for the two of you” you reply, ruffling the pups hair, “Now that we have everything I hope you both can settle in easier.”

She hums as you kiss her again, “We’ll feel at home in no time”

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Hiiii, hope u're doing well :)

Can I request a slow burn-strangers to lovers connor stoll x mortal reader please?

( no headcanon, just a one shot 🫡)

Like how they met, their first kiss... AND connor reveling he's a half blood

A fem reader or gender neutral is okay

Okay so this has been sitting in my drafts since the stone ages but I had a burst of motivation so here's 2.9k of teasing and fluff

It's not really a slow burn because it's a one shot but it's implied that it happens over time so yk yk. And I checked all the boxes you get first interactions a make-out session and the big reveal :)

Cafe au but it's not an au--- Connor Stoll x gn mortal!reader

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“We’ve got a new kid today, you wanna show him the ropes?”

You finished ripping the receipt out of the machine and smiled politely at the customer who took their change and moved to the side. The receipt made a tearing sound as you pushed it onto the metal spike [you didn’t actually know what it was called, you realized], and then spun around, “oh thank god, yes please.”

“That’s what I thought,” Maria chuckled, wrapping an apron around her middle and pining his name tag to the front of the green material that had an odd shaped stain on the pocket. “You hate the till.”

“Who doesn’t?”

“Hopefully the new kid, he should be here in a minute, I did say four thirty.” He looked up at the clock behind the queue of customers waiting for their coffees that read four forty, and then glanced towards the glass doors.

“What’s his name?” You ask, resetting the price on the cash register and taking off the stupid little cap whoever was at the til had to wear. You groaned, “oh please don’t tell me it’s his first job, i can’t explain how to count change to another pimply little-”

“It’s his first job, just moved to New York,” she said, lifting up a sticky note and reading the note underneath it on the whiteboard near the mops. “And his name is… Cecil Markowitz.”

“I’m here, I’m here!”

“We noticed.” Maria muttered drily, pulling the cap over her jagged strawberry blonde hair.

A blonde kid, maybe fifteen or so, panted on the other side of the counter. He was in a school uniform that he tugged a black hoodie over the top of as he spoke at the speed of light. “Sorry, my brother had to drive me and he ran like four red lights so we wouldn’t be late but then-”

“Then you shut up so your amazing big brother —who did not have to drive you here by the way, I have other things I could be doing— wouldn’t get arrested?” Another boy asked with a raised eyebrow, swinging car keys around his pointer finger. You had to pay a little more attention to him than the bouncing blonde currently eyeing the tip jar, because wow, the jawline he had…

“You have to look after us Connor! That’s the whole agreement!” Cecil hissed up at his brother.

“Zip it, short stuff.” Connor [you liked the name] smirked, then turned to you. His eyes widened for a moment and you ignored the fact you immediately noticed they were blue. He blinked a few times and then cleared his throat, “Um. uh, I’ll get a black coffee… please.”

You just shrugged at him, and motioned for Cecil to follow you into the kitchens, where the fridge foods were whipped up. “Don’t order from me, I'm showing short stuff around.”

A look of horror dawned on the new employee’s face. “No, not you too!”

»»————-　★　————-««

“I’m sorry, but we don’t serve pizza here, there’s a dominoes a few blocks away if you-”

“No, I want to order one here, thank you.” The customer said to you with a frown and that patronizing look you got ten times a day just for being a teenager. “I know what I’m talking about, I’ve gotten pizza here a million times, and I'd like two large meatlovers.”

You stared blankly at the woman in front of you for a moment and wondered if it was too late to drown yourself in caramel sauce just so you wouldn’t have to deal with this lady. You take a deep breath and bring out that perfectly fake smile again to-

“Oh Fucknuggets! Miss, that chick just ran off with your purse! You’d better go chase her down!”

“What?” She shrieked, and reached for her big red leather bag and went pale under her orangey powdered face. “Oh for heaven's sake!”

The woman was out the door immediately, chasing down four different people that had just left the cafe. She waved her arms wildly and wailed like a duck that had just been stepped on.

Connor watched her leave with an amused expression on his face you had to quickly pull your eyes away from. He reached into the pockets of his spiderman hoodie [SpiderHam, to be specific] and pulled out a blinged up silver purse, flicking through the contents with interest.

He turned to you and held up an ID card with that smug expression that made your stomach feel like you’d had too much bubble tea. “I reckon I could pull it off, in the right lighting.”

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t see that.” You said quickly with your eyes narrowed, but Connor pulled the wads of cash out and stuffed it into the tip jar as he turned to the glass double doors.

“Hey!”

Cecil nearly stumbled into another customer and you motioned to the back of the cafe, pulling his apron off the rack and handing it to him as he took off his yellow beanie, which for some reason had a lot of little sun’s sewn around the edges. “Hey short stuff, you can start by taking the trash out.”

He visibly sunk, tying the apron around his middle and sighing.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Definitely don’t go over the fence to the back of the dollar store because it would be a terrible idea to see the baby racoons living in the recycling bin.”

Connor grinned, watching his little brother speed out of the room with black bags of rubbish in his hands. “So… Can I order from you today?”

“As long as it’s not a pizza, go ahead.”

“...What’s your favorite?” Connor asked, leaning on the bench littered in plastic cup lids and receipts, with his chin in his hands. He was lucky there wasn’t a queue behind him, but you probably would’ve let him sit there and distract you anyway.

You just tapped away at the ipad, sending the last of the order’s over to Maria, who was making one of the matcha teas. “Not a black coffee, if that’s what you're asking.”

“No seriously, what is it?” he said, and you felt yourself get hot when he glanced somewhere a bit lower than your eyes. Not in a gross way, but holy shit when did his own eyes get that lidded? “Maybe I’ll try it sometime…”

“Are you asking to kiss me or do you actually want an iced strawberry tea?” You blurted out, hand frozen over the screen in front of you.

Connor went red in a matter of seconds and shot up, his eyes certainly not lidded anymore. “Oh look at the time I have to go make sure my goldfish doesn’t drown,” He yelped, tripping over untied shoelaces and scrambling to the door.

“Careful… You’re looking at him like you look at those racoons.” Maria muttered as he walked past with a little grin.

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You dumped your school bag on a bench in the corner of the kitchen, but before you could ask Jerry if there was a new order you were supposed to pick up some new ingredients [the amount of times Connor ordered a black coffee when he dropped off Cecil meant they were seriously out of it[, someone banged on the back door.

It was pouring with rain outside, but you eased open the door and peaked out into the stormy weather, then frowned at the figure. “What are you doing back here-”

You stopped in your tracks and choked, nearly dropping the drink in your hands. Cecil rubbed his hands together to avoid frostbite, a thin line of blood down the side of his face. His hair was stuck to his forehead, and thin patches of golden powder covered it, and his clothes.

He grinned, wiping his nose. “If it’s any consolation… This isn’t my blood?”

“Maria’ll clean you up, go.” You open the door properly and shove him into the warmth, then shut it behind you and step out into the biting wind that ripped though your green apron, and marched up to the car parked near the dumpster.

Holding your hand over your eyes so you weren’t blinded by the headlights, you yelled at the driver. “Why the fuck did short stuff just come out of a fucking apocalypse movie?”

Connor leant over the passenger seat and opened the door with a totally fake innocent smile. You didn’t think he could look innocent. Hot, on the other hand…He still looked hot with blood smeared across his cheek and something shiny underneath his fingernails, apparently. He shrugged one shoulder “I mean, it isn’t our blood?”

“Connor.” You muttered, crossing your arms and squinting through the mist swirling around your feet. You looked down and had to step out of a puddle with a grimace.

Connor blinked and replied instantly, as if this was something he had to do a lot. “Do you want the technically legal version, the version that’ll make you happy, or the-”

You cut him off and glared, rain clinging to your eyelashes. “The truth.”

Connor thought for a moment and then gave you an apprehensive look. “There was a feral Harpy in the backseat of the car that popped out when we got to the intersection two blocks over.”

You sighed. “I said the truth-”

“You don’t believe me.” His voice was faint, and somehow hurt. He sounded resigned though, like he was expecting it. The look on his face made you want to climb into the pretty beat up car and grab his face and tell him you believed him so much and forever just so he’d look happy again.

Maybe if you let him talk. He could be referencing something you hadn’t seen, you reasoned. “Was the harpy like a monster or a furry?”

“Well when you think about it harpy’s really are just furry’s, but yeah it was an actual monster.” Connor said simply, and then he chewed on his thumbnail nervously “Uh, do you wanna… hop in? You look like my brother when he stuck a huntsman in Annabeth’s pillow case.”

“What does spider pranks have to do with being soaked?” You mutter, not really meaning for it to be a question. You climbed into the passenger seat, brushing pools of water off you and wiping your nose.

“You can’t even imagine.”

You raise an eyebrow at Connor. “I work in customer service, try me.”

“My dad is a god.” He blurted out, then froze and turned away from you with an odd expression, his gaze trained on the rain outside.

“Are you talking about the Romans and the Egyptians, or are you Jesus?”

“Greeks, actually.” Connor said through gritted teeth, then his eyebrows shot up and that familiar tone you might have thought about a few times seeped back into his voice. He untensed and grinned at you“One of my buddy’s did come back from the dead actually… but I don’t think Jesus would like him very much.”

“Why?”

“He’s dating one of my other buddies.”

“Oh.” You blinked, but you weren’t really sure what this conversation had to do with Connor and Cecil being attacked. “Good for him.”

“My dad’s Hermes.” Connor said suddenly, sucking in a breath and closing his eyes. When you didn’t answer, too focused on the way his face looked when he scrunched up his eyes, he glanced at you again with a cautious smile, as if your reaction really mattered to him. “Surprise?”

You thought for a moment, actually considered it, and “Yeah. That checks out,”

“Whaddaya mean? I don’t have wings on my shoes!”

“Isn’t he the god of like, traveling and stealing shit?” You ask, smiling back at him as reassuring as you could, soaked to the bone sitting in a boy’s car six minutes before your shift started. “Dude, you drive your brother back and forth across New York four times a week. And you stole that lady's purse.”

‘Oh yeah. That was fun,” he sighed, and sunk in the driver's seat. He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead and closed his blue eyes, relief painted across his face.

You wiped your nose again, sure that you’d get a cold tomorrow just from standing in the lovely New York weather for more than a few seconds. A song played on the radio quietly, and you recognised it from the playlist Maria played on the speakers in the cafe sometimes.

The lyrics went something like ‘I rob and I kill to keep him with me,

I'll do anything for that boy’. When you looked over at Connor, you gulped.

Connor glanced at you from underneath his hand, and then looked down at the drink still clutched in your hands. The pink tone of it matched the fluffy strawberry’s hanging from the rear view mirror, and it was making your fingers hurt with the cold.

He smirked. “Are you supposed to drink while you’re working?”

“You make it sound like I'm doing shots behind the counter.” You shot back with a glare, and then felt your face heat up as you spoke. “And uh… it’s not… I didn’t make it for myself.”

“There’s an angry old lady in there, you know?”

This was excruciating. You ducked your head and bit your lip a little, looking out the window so you wouldn’t have to see Connor’s face when that stupidly hot smirk spread across his lips. “Uh… I didn’t make it for a customer, either…”

“Is that-”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Connor was wide eyes and slack jawed when you turned back to him, a dark blush across his cheeks that you wanted to take a photo of because goddam he was cute, but you knew you wouldn’t be forgetting the sight any time soon. He opened his mouth to talk, his eyes no longer at, well… eye level.

You put the drink into the holder between the seats and followed his gaze. “Just kiss me.”

You hadn’t seen that smile before.

His hands were so warm on your jaw, as hot as the tight feeling in your chest that melted quickly. It happened so fast you couldn’t really register anything until you realized Connor was halfway between your seats with his teeth on your bottom lip and his soft hair threaded between your fingers.

You used it to tug him closer, as close as he could and then more, because he was warm and soft and you could feel his grin through his lips that moved against your own in rhythm that ebbed and flowed. He slid his hands off you and you nearly pulled them back, until Connor was hugging you tight around your middle, his fingers knotting through the bow tied on your apron.

You chewed on his lip, which felt puffy and pulsing under your touch, but you kept kissing him, breaking away every few seconds to breathe, but you couldn’t not press your lips along his jaw. He was just too much. You had to kiss him everywhere and pull on his hair and tilt his head back and melt into his touch like you’d die if you didn’t.

Connor sighed into your mouth and gulped, you could feel his Adam's apple bob under the palm of your hand as you pushed him back gently by his neck. You got up on your knees as he blinked once or twice, like he’d been in a trance. “You took that all very well,”

“Don’t worry, I’ll freak out later when it sinks in.” You muttered back, pushing him back into the driver's seat where he’d begun. He made an odd noise and tightened his arms around your waist, ducking his head and when he pouted you couldn’t help but slide over the cupholder and sit on his lap, as if you hadn’t been planning to do so the whole time.

Then he frowned, “Wait, you’ll freak-”

“Shhhh,” you said, pressing a finger to his soft lips. He shut up immediately. You glanced behind you at the console, checking the time. “I have four and a half minutes til I have to start, we can discuss this later.”

“Deal,” Connor breathed, dragging your hands down to his neck again and looking up with vague out eyes. You grinned at him and went back to wiping that stupid smirk off his lips.

»»————-　★　————-««

“Your boyfriends here.”

You looked up from the kitchen counter you were wiping down after an accident with the tub of coconut shavings, “Why?”

“I’m assuming he’s here for you, short stuff doesn’t have a shift til the weekend.” Maria checked the whiteboard and glanced out the swinging doors. You moved to peek over her shoulder and saw Connor standing by the doors, swinging his car keys around his pointer finger absentmindedly. He was wearing that spiderman hoodie again, the one you’d accidentally tipped black coffee down the front of once when you’d worn it.

You grinned, if you finished up cleaning and took the trash out, you’d be done in five minutes and you’d get to follow him to his car that surely wasn’t road safe and then go wherever it was he’d planned this time.

“Go. But tomorrow you have to stop the racoons from eating the tires off my Harley.” Maria sighed, crossing his arms and motioning to the exit.

“I love you.”

He raised his eyebrows “Was that directed towards me or the boy-”

“Both.”

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Lucid Dreams- Bucky Barnes x Autistic!Enchanced!Reader (Part 02)

Part 01

Bucky sat on the stairs of his apartment building waiting for Sam. He had spent the whole night formulating an apology to his friend. It was more difficult than expected, especially since his brain kept going back to the memory of the dream he had.

Floating free through space, able to manipulate the heavens, being free from his nightmares and struggles. And that girl he saw. She was so beautiful. His heart fluttered like a lovesick schoolboy, he hadn’t felt like this in years. It felt nice. He wondered if he would see her again tonight?

“Thought you wanted to be left alone?” Sam spoke up, snapping Bucky from his thoughts.. He took a breath, Sam did try his patience but he was the only friend he had left. “Sam listen, I know what I said and, I’m sorry. I hadn’t had any sleep in weeks and I was frustrated. I know you wanted to help and in all honesty, you're more helpful than that fucking therapist.” Bucky expected Sam to say it wasn’t enough and walk off. But instead the new Cap patted his shoulder and smiled, “S’alright man, I know it can be tough. Had the same problems myself.” Bucky smiled, relieved he didn’t screw up. “Hey I’m supposed to meet Torres at a diner a couple blocks from here, wanna come?” Sam asked. Bucky nodded, “Yeah, sure.” The two walked and talked the whole way, when they passed a small coffee shop Bucky didn’t notice the pair of (y/e/c) staring at him through the window.

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“He looks so much happier now.” She said quietly. The music playing through her earbuds shut out the overwhelming noise of people and espresso makers.”(Y/n)! Get those coffee beans roasted!” Her boss yelled. Thank god for the earbuds. “Don’t worry sir, I already roasted them. I’m just refilling the jars.” Her boss looked at her in surprise, “Oh. Well, good.” He left, leaving her to revel in her work. (Y/n) did most of the hard work at the little coffee shop called, “Zen Brew.” She mostly cleaned, refilled, and roasted. Sometimes she’d have to man the counter when her space-brained coworker came up with some lame excuse not to come into work. She liked the repetitiveness of her job. Course the noise was the only problem, if it hadn’t been for her earbuds or the wax earplugs she kept in her pocket she probably wouldn’t have been able to get the job. But she’d never tell anyone that, no they wouldn’t understand. Most people didn’t understand her love for simplicity. It was their loss.

She saw Bucky everyday, he’d walk past the coffee shop everyday at 10:38 in the morning. Like clockwork. But he always looked so sad, like a lost puppy. She could always tell when someone suffered from nightmares, it was a part of her….gift. And Bucky was suffering more than she’d ever seen. She wanted to help him. (Y/n) purposely bumped into him the other day so that she could leave her essence on him and bring him into the dream realm. And his dream was magnificent, she had seen the dreams of many people before. But Bucky’s was boundless. It was what she loved about her gift, to see the true potential and inner most desires of those she helped. It was rare for (Y/n) to help someone more than once and yet she wanted to with Bucky. Tonight she’d see him again.

“Wait wait! Let me see if I got this. Some chick on the street touches you once and you have this wild crazy ass dream and she’s there IN the dream?” Sam asked. Bucky had told him everything about that night. With all that they’ve faced in the past this wasn’t the strangest or weirdest for that matter. However Bucky did want an outsiders opinion. “No offense Buck, that's pretty freaky.” Sam stated. Indeed it was, Bucky wondered if she was enhanced like Wanda. If only she was here. “I know but it was like she was in control, like a Goddess or something.” Maybe Thor would have an idea. “Think she might be a threat?” Sam asked but Bucky shook his head at the idea. “No, I don't think so. It was like she gave me that dream, like she wanted to help?” Bucky’s heartbeast increased as he remembered her sweet smile, the glow of emotion in her bright eyes, her soft angelic voice. Sam noticed his far off look and smirked, “Got a thing for her lover boy?” Torres snorted a laugh as did Sam. Bucky rolled his eyes at their immaturity. What he didn’t tell them was that he was hoping to see her again that night.

And he couldn’t wait.

That night, for the first time in a long time he was excited to sleep. He hoped to be swept back into that endless horizon, free floating amongst the stars and heavens. And to see her again. He laid down and waited for sleep to embrace him. But it couldn’t happen soon enough, he was too excited like a kid laying awake for Christmas morning.

Then, he suddenly felt something warm against his chest. Bucky looked down and saw that same handprint from before, glowing a heavenly deep blue. His eyes felt heavy, tired. Like something had flipped a switch in his brain. It was strange, he felt as if something or someone was holding him. Warm and safe, she was calling him. And he didn’t want to keep her waiting.

Opening his eyes he saw stars. He was weightless. He was back. Bucky looked around to find her again. He heard no music. With his thoughts he moved through the darkness keeping an eye out for her. He didn’t have to look for too long.

A cute sounding laugh reached his ears. He looked and saw her staring at him with a smile. He felt all giddy inside as he moved towards her.

“You!”

“Me.”

He slowed to stop in front of her. “I was hoping to see you again.” He said. She tilted her head, “Really?” Those eyes, god those eyes. The softness, the emotion behind them made him forget how to speak. “I-I wanted t-to thank you for the other night. For bringing me here.” But then she let out the most adorable giggle he ever heard. “Bucky, you made this all yourself. All I did was connect you to the dream realm.”

“Dream realm?” Sounded like something out of a fairytale or a wild fantasy movie.

“Yes, it is a realm not bound by time and space. A realm where the fabric of reality twists and bends. You are having what’s known as a lucid dream. You know you’re dreaming and you have full control.”

He was shocked. This was all his doing? He made this? “I created this?” He asked. She nodded, “That’s right. In the Dream Realm you can create anything, do anything. Go wherever or whenever you want. Give it a try, just think of a place you want to go and the Dream Realm will reform to be whatever you wish.” When she finished speaking Bucky only stared blankly at her. She thought she went too far, “Sorry I didn’t mean to ramble like that.” She wrung her hands together out of habit when she was nervous. She usually kept a lid on her rambling but when she was happy, she couldn’t help it.

Bucky however, only smiled. Seeing her eyes light up like that and that cute blush on her cheeks. His heart was one step away from flying off. “Sounds like you know this place like the back of your hand. Like a Goddess of Dreams.” Her blush deepend with a nervous smile. “I'm n-no goddess.” She stuttered. “Could’ve fooled me.” Bucky charmed. She gave him a sweet soft smile.

“I-I’m (Y/n)”

(Y/n). Such a beautiful name, Bucky thought. “James. But everyone calls me Bucky.” They stared at each other for a moment before he thought to try what she recommended, “So all I have to do is think where I want to be and it’ll happen?”

“Do you have anywhere special in mind?”

He did. A place he wanted to see again someday. He closed his eyes and thought deeply. A faint breeze blew across his face and he felt himself slowly lowered to the ground onto warm grass. When he opened his eyes, Bucky was greeted by the peaceful sight of a Wakandan sunset. A sight he hadn’t seen since his recovery from HYDRA’s brainwashing. The African landscape was as beautiful as he remembered it. And yet with (Y/n) next to him, it didn’t hold a candle to her.

“Absolutely beautiful.” She whispered as she looked over the horizon to the low sun.

They both stood and watched the landscape for who knows how long until she broke the silence. “Bucky, it’s time.” She could feel the morning approach. Bucky wanted more time with her so he jumped into the deep end. “Can I see you again tomorrow night?” He was afraid she’d say no. Instead she smiled, “You may.” She reached out and cupped his cheek. His eyes closed at the contact. She kissed his forehead and once again whispered,

“Time to wake up.”

He felt that warm and bright light envelope him again, sending him back to the real world.

The morning rays greeted him. He lay in that nest of blankets smiling with joy that he’d see her again.

Bucky Barnes was in love.

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Josh Futturman has always had a crush on his beautiful coworker, the sharp, sexy scientist he thought he could only dream of talking to.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Sexual content.

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven: Improvisation

Josh Futturman was in a very good good when he drove into work. He had sung along to Sublime the whole drive into work, and he practically skipped through the parking lot. Everything was falling into place. Even the colors seemed brighter.

Josh couldn’t help but eye this perfectly pink magenta flower as he walked into the Kronish Labs building. Nothing could bring him down, even as he flipped down toilet seats and waxed the floors. He was on a high, and everything felt like it was going perfectly. Admittedly, all he wanted to do was get up to the top floor and see Brynne.

“So, Future Man… You and Dr. Johansson?” Ray all but giggled.

“It was good,” Josh chuckled vaguely.

Naturally, this answer sparked some curiosity.

“What was good?” Josh’s friend raised an eyebrow as they resumed work after their break.

“Ray. I’m not telling you about my date,” Josh sighed, carting around the garbage.

“Ooh, you a gentleman, huh?” Ray smiled. “Alright, I respect that.”

Josh shook his head with laughter as he continued emptying out garbages. Ray disappeared somewhere as he got back to work, leaving him alone. He eventually made his way up to Brynne’s office that morning, hoping she was in.

He turned the corner, seeing her strawberry blonde head at her desk. Smiling, Josh timidly knocked on the door, watching as her gaze shifted upward toward him. He blushed as he saw her simply smile, allowing him in.

“Hey,” she said, her voice thin as she code switched with him into her non-work voice.

“Hey,” he smiled, standing awkwardly at her desk. “Is the doctor in?”

“The doctor’s in,” she nodded, looking up at him with a smile. “You can sit down,” she promised him.

Josh awkwardly looked down at his uniform, silently wondering if it was dirty or not. Although he was starting to enter a relationship of some sort with Brynne, he still felt like ‘the janitor’ when he entered her office.

“Josh, it’s okay,” she promised him, seeing the dilemma on his face, “You’re not in here as the janitor.”

“I’m not?” he questioned, tentatively having a seat in one of the comfortable leather chairs he’d thought of as being reserved for guests and other scientists.

“No,” she assured him, turning her full attention to him. “Just breathe. Tell me how your day’s going,” she prompted him, obviously busy with her own work as head of the research department.

“My day… Well, I cleaned some toilets earlier,” he offered cheerfully. “That was… great.”

“You got some time on your hands?” Brynne asked.

“Uh, a little,” Josh told her, intentionally leaving out the fact that he was supposed to be working. “Why, what’s up?”

He watched her as she typed as fast on her work computer as she could while still maintaining eye contact with him as much as she could. Josh admired the focused way she looked when she was working; to him, it was one of those times where he just couldn’t help but revel in the fact that he could speak to this woman, and take her out.

“I’m working on this proposal for the board,” she told him, gesturing to what she was working on, “And I wanna know if it sounds good.”

“And you want my help?” Josh questioned skeptically.

“Well, I know it sounds alright from a business perspective,” she sighed, seeming frustrate. “But I just need to know if it sounds good, you know, English wise. And politeness wise. Everyone says I lack decorum, and empathy, so I usually have to have these things proofread…”

“Well… Alright. Lemme give it a try,” Josh decided, trying to help her in any way possible.

He stood behind her as he bent down to look at the document.

He tried his best not to melt as she rested a hand on his back, rubbing in gentle circles as he studied her work. He couldn’t help but notice just how good she was at making him feel comfortable as if he were in his own bedroom even when she was at her wits’ end.

“Well, it’s definitely sharp, and confident,” Josh commended as he saw her personality shining through. “I’ve never heard the phrase ‘fiscally asinine’ before, but now I’m glad I have…”

“So? What do you think?” she asked. “Is it too sarcastic?”

“Honestly?” Josh thought, eyes wide as he considered the options. “I think you should submit it.”

“Really?” she asked, surprised.

He nodded. “Yeah. I do. It’s funny, and it’s you. I think the board would be moved by it. It made me wanna give you more money.”

“Okay,” she agreed, genuinely smiling for one of the first times that day. “I’ll submit it, then.”

“Good,” he nodded, glad he actually served some sort of purpose to her.

As Brynne typed away for a second, Josh stood up, bothered by the disarray her desk was in, seeing as she neglected to clean it as she was working. He grabbed the small trash can at the side of her desk, throwing away the empty salad container, energy drink, and napkins before using one of them to wipe up her desk for her.

“Hon, you don’t have to do that,” Brynne assured him sweetly as she took her attention off of her work for a moment.

“It’s okay,” he said softly, emptying her trash into the bin he had outside, “I just wanna make it easier for you…”

She smiled up at him, in awe of the way he thought about her.

“You’re really good at this, you know,” she remarked.

“What?” Josh scoffed, “Being a janitor?”

“Caring about people,” she told him. “Knowing what they need?”

“Yeah, well… I do plenty of caring for people in between scrubbing toilets and taking out garbage,” he assured her.

“Is this really what you wanna do?” she asked him.

“No, but that’s life,” Josh smiled, making sure her hand sanitizer dispenser at the door was full before helping himself.

Brynne frowned sympathetically. “That’s not what I meant. What I meant to say, is, you could do so much more. I think if you wanted to, you could find something really good…”

“You think so?” Josh asked, setting his other responses aside for a moment.

No one had ever felt the need to encourage him to be anything more than a janitor before. Not even his own parents. They were always too busy trying to assure him he was ‘perfect’ the way he was, even if he wasn’t actually doing perfectly.

“Of course,” she nodded. “Come on. You’re smart.”

“I’m smart?” he questioned. “All I do is clean toilets, and then go home and play video games.”

“You think someone who’s stupid wouldn’t be perfectly okay with that?” she offered humorously.

“Okay, yeah, maybe you’ve got a point,” he admitted, sighing as he thought for a moment.

“I don’t know,” she cut herself off, “I don’t mean to make you feel like you’re nothing, but—”

“No, no,” Josh promised her, looking her in the eyes as he felt she was truly just being honest. “I… I appreciate you saying things that are actually helpful.”

“I’m glad. Not everyone understands that I’m just trying to help,” Brynne remarked, a sour look on her face.

Josh could tell past interactions and relationships left a bad taste in her mouth. It was all he thought about as he went back to work. He realized that, when all he usually looked at were the floors, and the toilets, and the garbage, having a beautiful woman’s face to imagine as he got through his day made things a thousand times better.

“Hey, Elias,” Josh smiled as he saw Dr. Kronish as he mopped up a spill.

“Hey, Futturman,” the man said warmly. “I hear things between you and Brynne are going well. Congratulations.”

“Oh. You know about that?” Josh said awkwardly.

“I know everything, Josh,” the man said with a mischievous in his eye. “Speaking of which. Steer clear of Dr. Camillo today.”

“Was already planning on it,” Josh promised him.

“Yeah… Unfortunately, poor Brynne didn’t get to do the same,” Kronish sighed.

“Why?” he was immediately alert. “What happened?”

“Oh, nothing. Just Stu messing with her research as usual,” Kronish remarked. “I brought her some chocolates from the market, but she still seemed pretty irritated… I told her to take a break, but that poor girl just works herself to death.”

Suddenly, it was as if a light bulb had magically appeared over Josh’s head.

“Elias…! Sorry to cut this short, but I have an idea!” he exclaimed, dropping his mop. “Can you grab that? Sorry…”

“Uh, sure!” Elias nodded, awkwardly grabbing the mop off the floor as he gave it a strange glance.

Josh dove into the elevator headfirst as he selected the ground floor, panting as he prayed he’d get back into the building in time without anyone asking questions. Not wasting any time, he ran out of the elevator on the first floor, sprinting out the door as he ran frantic circles around the parking lot.

It took him a while, but he finally found it; the uncanny pink flower growing out of the dirt on the side of the building. Extremely pleased with himself, Josh breathed slowly as he knelt down in front of the cement, reaching for the flower before gently plucking it by its stem.

“Sorry, little flower, don’t meet to uproot you from your home like this,” he sighed, “But you’re gonna make someone who’s just as pretty as you really happy… I hope,” he remarked.

He then raced up to the top floor of the building, really starting to sweat as he looked down at his hands, realizing all he had was a single flower with a thin, flimsy stem.

“Fuck!”

Without thinking, he ran into the break room, hoping to find something, anything at all. His eyes bounced back and forth from either side of the room, before he settled on the plastic cups by the water cooler. He anxiously grabbed a cup before running out of the room, before he realized that the flower looked kind of stupid on its own.

Scrambling around to find something else, Josh’s eyes eventually settled on someone’s desk, where he saw a decorative glass bowl filled with blue and green glass pebbles and silly fake aquarium decorations.

“Hey,” Josh breathed, looking from the woman whose desk it was to the bowl, “Do you mind if I just, like, take a handful of those?” he asked hopefully, wondering if he sounded stupid.

“Uh, sure,” the woman offered, not really wanting to know what it was for.

“Thank you!” he gasped, scooping his hand into the bowl and dumping a few of the pretty colored stones into the cup.

Josh examined his makeshift desk ornament, with the pink flower appearing to be growing out of the blue and green glass, hoping it didn’t look too chaotic and stupid.

He walked over to Brynne’s office with his gift hidden behind his back, and prayed she was inside. Thankfully, she hadn’t gone anywhere, it seemed, since he’d last seen her. It was 4 p.m. and she was hunched over her desk, half in the dark as she buried her face in her hands for a brief moment.

Josh watched her sadly as she then slammed her hands down on the desk, ready to return to whatever she was typing before she noticed him in the doorway.

“Josh,” she said suddenly, feeling alarmed that her private moment hadn’t been private. “What are you doing up here…?”

He pulled the flower out from behind him, smiling sheepishly as he tried to explain himself, handing it to her.

“Kronish told me you were having a shitty day?” he said awkwardly, as she looked down at the offering.

She slowly took the cup into her hands, in awe of the effort he’d put in as she carefully set it down, right next to the half-eaten box of chocolates he’d gotten her before.

“This is, um…” Josh tried not to look terrified as he tried to decipher the surprisingly emotional look on her face. “This is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me,” she murmured, staring at the flower.

Josh smiled sadly, glad she was at least in a better mood now.

“Is that… one of the azaleas they planted outside?” she wondered.

Josh was mortified. “Uh….”

“Cuz I walked past them this morning, and I was thinking just how pink they were,” Brynne remarked, as he still stood there frozen. “You wouldn’t think so, but I love pink flowers.”

Josh smiled, realizing that she was happy. “I… I saw them earlier, and I just thought they were really beautiful. They just kinda stole my attention. Kinda like you, if you think about it,” he admitted, feeling embarrassed about how corny he was.

He watched with relief as Brynne Johansson laughed loudly, wiping away a tear of frustration from earlier. She was intense, and a hard worker, but he saw she was also incredibly deserving of the most gentle love in the world.

“Can I… Can I give you a hug?” he asked nervously, not sure if she felt like accepting a hug.

But he didn’t have to say anything else. She jumped into his arms, throwing her arms around him as her head rested on his shoulder. Josh looked down at his feet, smiling over the strange expression on his face, assuring himself that he deserved this.

“You wanna come over to my place tonight?” he asked quietly.

He felt extremely embarrassed sharing this next part, but he felt it was necessary.

“My mom’s making mac and cheese…”

Brynne just chuckled as he held her, hands securing her as she leaned into him.

“I’d love that,” she promised him gratefully.

*****

“Brynne! Oh, hi, honey!” Diane exclaimed as the two exchanged light kisses on the cheek.

“Hi! I asked Josh if we could pick anything up on the way over here, but he said not to get anything,” she greeted his parents before they sat down for dinner.

“Because we raised him right!” Gabe chimed in cheerfully. “You’re our guest. Just bring your lovely self, and have a seat.”

She smiled with gratitude as she sat down next to Josh, watching as he grabbed plates for the both of them.

“You want a soda?” he asked her.

“Yes, please.”

“Did Josh explain Sides Night to you?” Gabe Futturman asked considerately.

“No,” she told them, “Enlighten me.”

“Well,” Diane sat down beside her husband as they provided serving spoons for the food, “All of us are huge side food lovers. Mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, stuffing… so, on Wednesdays, we make all our favorite sides, and eat them at the same time!” she giggled with excitement.

“Aw, sides are my favorite!” Brynne exclaimed as she scanned the table. “Thank you so much, this looks delicious!”

“Sure, honey, any time,” Gabe and Josh both sat down as Josh handed her a glass of soda.

“So, how was both of your days at work?” Diane asked attentively.

“Oh, it was alright, just tiring,” Brynne sighed.

“Mom. Let’s talk about something else,” Josh encouraged, “Everyone’s had a long day at work…”

“Absolutely! You two both work so hard,” Diane gushed, as if janitorial duties could be likened to heading the research department of a medical company, “How’s the food?” she asked as Brynne dug in.

“Amazing. I haven’t had a home-cooked meal in ages,” she confessed. “I either eat something from the grocery store, or something I grab on the way to or from work.”

“Oh, that’s no way to live!” Gabe exclaimed.

“You poor thing, you need a home-cooked meal every now and then,” Diane agreed.

“Mom,” Josh sighed, “She gets her breakfast from coffee shops where it’s $10 for a bagel, and she usually gets her dinners from restaurants where they put stuff on the plate with tweezers.”

“It’s okay,” Brynn told him humorously, “It’s nice, having someone cook for me. Thank you guys for that, really. There’s something about a family meal that feels so much better.”

“Absolutely!” Diane nodded.

Josh made a mental note to himself to eventually learn how to make something good for Brynne. After dinner, and long discussions about the nature channel, and his father’s making-up with Barry on Christmas Eve, Josh led Brynn upstairs to his bedroom, as the two of them seemingly spent enough time choosing a movie as it would take to actually watch one.

“I love Isle of Dogs,” Brynne murmured as she half draped herself over his body.

“Me too,” Josh agreed, “But honestly, I kinda love the way you look when you watch sad things.”

“Why?” she chuckled lightly.

“I don’t know,” he laughed. “You just… think really beautifully.”

“Is it okay if I fall asleep for a little bit?” she asked, slightly yawning.

He watched as she started to close her eyes.

“It’s okay if you fall asleep forever,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I won’t move.”

Chapter Twelve

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