#he seems bout my height

[moonydustx]

I look better under you

Based on the song Snooze - Sza

Roronoa Zoro x F!Reader

Warnings: smut, mentions of scars, jealousy. Doesn't exactly follow plot canon.

Summary: After two years apart after the incident with Kuma in Sabaody, you and Zoro meet again.

A/N: I was thinking about doing some stories based on songs, especially in the future using one from Cowboy Carter for Ace because it makes so much sense to me. While that doesn't happen, we're left with Snooze, which is one of my favorites from Sza.

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Long as you dreamin' 'bout me, ain't no problem

I don't got nobody, just with you right now

Tell the truth, I look better under you

I can't lose when I'm with you

How can I snooze and miss the moment?

You just too important

Nobody do body like you do

Your body itched when you saw a handful of greenish hair appearing on the horizon of the Sabaody archipelago. It was two long years without seeing each other, without talking, without the little escapades in the crow's nest where you spent hours tangled up in each other. Before you could prepare to talk to him, Sanji and Luffy also appeared in your field of vision, running in some direction you hadn't noticed yet.

"Let's go!" Luffy passed you who immediately started running to keep up with them.

"Finally a beautiful and real woman." Sanji's eyes practically threw hearts in your direction. "So beautiful, so fragrant, so..."

For a few seconds you thought Zoro was going to complain about Sanji, like they always did, but he remained quiet just as he didn't show any reaction when he saw you.

Your companions didn't know about the little escapades the two of you had and for a long time it was what made sense to you. Until your eyes witnessed Kuma erase Zoro's existence before your eyes, at least that's what you believed for a while.

"Isn't that the pretty girl from Thriller Bark?" Sanji caught your attention. A few meters away you recognized the pink hair and the gothic style.

The woman's face was almost glued to Zoro's as she yelled at him. Too close to be just a coincidence. "Why haven't you left here yet?" "I brought you here for nothing." Perhaps your vision was obstructed by the anxiety of being back - which now became a bitterness on your lips. Apparently the two years passed differently for him.

Ignoring the confused feelings, you and your companions ran towards the Sunny and before the navy even thought about reaching you, the ship was already sailing towards the next island.

"It's so good to have everyone back!" Nami hugged you tightly in a hug. "Come on, tell me what you were doing this whole time."

Islands with carnivorous plants, strange laboratories, giant birds, a castle with a certain girl with pink hair. Zoro was sitting next to you. As they listened to everyone talk, something about his posture seemed to show some discomfort in being there.

Everyone seemed to accumulate stories and adventures to tell and despite the small puddle of hurt that accumulated in you, you were happy to see your friends again.

"And you." Robin turned towards you. "What challenges have you encountered?"

"I went to a village that was being attacked by venomous insects. We had to keep shooting at them all the time and maybe that improved my aim." You took one of the small knives from your waistband and threw it past the small gap between Nami's neck and hair.

"Shown off." Zoro murmured next to you, attracting your attention for a brief second.

"Did the animals do this?" Usopp pointed to your arm.

Attracting everyone's eyes, you turned your arm, showing the scars that started on your fingers and went almost to the height of your shoulder.

"No." you smiled sympathetically as the shooter looked on attentively. "Let's just say not everyone on this island was nice or interested in the end of the demonic insects."

The others nodded and it didn't take long for them to engage in another story, paying attention to all the news. Even though you weren't looking in his direction, you could feel yourself being watched the entire time.

After a long conversation, everyone decided to explore Sunny. Review what they left behind, prepare for the next challenges. Before you could do the same, you felt an arm pulling you towards one of the rooms.

"What the hell is this." you saw Zoro in your field of vision. One of his hands closed the door and the other rested on the side of your head.

"It's been so long." he murmured, his face seeking the direction of your lips. Begrudgingly, you dodged his kiss. "What?"

He tried again and saw you repeat the gesture. It took his brain a few seconds to process all the possibilities.

He tried again and saw you repeat the gesture. It took his brain a few seconds to process all the possibilities.

"I understand." he started walking away. "Two years is too long, I understand that maybe you found someone else."

"I did this?" The tone of his voice was shrill and full of indignation. "Says the guy who was with the goth girl there. Did you enjoy your enchanting romance in an incredible castle?"

"Are you crazy?" Zoro analyzed you for a few seconds, seeing how safe it was to approach you. His hands found your chin and when you tried to move away from his touch, Zoro held on even tighter. "You know I had nothing to do with her. You know no one is like you."

Your own hands found his and went up to your face, relief was written on your face. Gently, one of your fingers traced the scar that closed his eye.

"Who made this?" you whispered, wanting to hold that little moment between the two of you.

"No one that matters now." He turned his face, kissing one of your hands. His gaze soon reached your immense scar. "About what you said outside, who was the bastard that hurt you?"

"No one that matters now." You smiled, enjoying his touch on your face. "You know I hate her, don't you?"

"Perona?"

"I wish I had killed that bitch in Thriller Bark!" you grumbled, earning a laugh from Zoro.

He wanted to kiss you, heavens he wanted to be able to take you there but he had missed hearing you too much and seeing your eyes shining in his direction. Everything else could wait.

"You only say that because she was playing with the ghosts and you."

"Exactly." your hands went down to the back of his head, pulling him closer. "I'd kill that bitch again just to think of her stealing what's mine."

You could feel Zoro's laughter almost on your skin, given the proximity. "So jealous" he murmured and before his lips stole yours, the two of you were interrupted when you were thrown from the door and the presence of a euphoric Luffy appeared.

"Let's eat! Sanji is going to make a huge feast for you and us." he pulled you by the shoulders. "Can you get your knife between Brook's ribs, say yes, please."

"Does he know you want to do this?" you asked him, taking advantage of Zoro's support to stand up.

"He said he'll accept it, if you let him see the color of your panties." Luffy spoke with a naturalness that brought laughter from you and a groan from the swordsman.

"He won't see, but..." you warned, tugging at the waistband of your pants. "It's pink, with white polka dots." Brook's scream outside indicated that he had heard the entire conversation and had probably combusted.

"Hit his head." Zoro grumbled, leaving the room before you.

A lot of thrown knives, a huge feast made by Sanji - and considering that Luffy ate more than half of it claiming he missed the food the cook made. You watched some of your friends retreat to your quarters.

"Has anyone seen Zoro?"

"He said he would be upstairs if anyone needed him." Chopper warned you and you thanked him, leaving him behind.

Knowing he would probably be alone, you walked up the stairs to the crow's nest and entered unceremoniously. Zoro was lying down, contemplating the ceiling.

"I thought it would take longer." He stood up, coming towards you.

"It's just that everyone is going to sleep, I think we can talk properly now." the words barely had space to leave your lips before Zoro reached you and crashed his lips into yours.

Your hands were against his chest and even though you wanted to move away to at least try to talk before finding out what happened during this time outside, Zoro's lips took yours in an intoxicating way. Honey, drinks and longing mixed in your mouths.

"We can talk later." he murmured, almost reading your thoughts. "I just miss you."

"Me too." your lips heaved as you felt his arms lift you so that your legs were wrapped around his.

Such a movement was made only so that Zoro could take you to the ground in a strange delicacy on his part. The green threads became your fingers' favorite path while his hands removed the few pieces of clothing that your body still had.

"No one that matters now?" he traced some scars that adorned your back and watched you twitch. "I'll still kill the bastard."

"This someone is no longer here for you to take revenge on." you took his lips as a distraction for your hands to slide over the shoulders hidden in the kimono.

"That's my girl."

Scars, bruises, nothing would take away the pleasure of Zoro's contemplation. The long two years didn't really seem that long until he saw you. How can you wait so long? How did he not go crazy and come back even if he swam to Sabaody?

"Hi greenie." You caught his attention by letting your hands caress his cheek. "Are you ok babe?"

"You are so beautiful." The words came out suddenly as if it were common for you to hear that every day.

If it were up to him alone, he would make a point of repeating that all night and for the rest of the next nights as well. Your eyes looking down at him asking for attention to your body, your legs closing against his body, small sighs as you felt him touch you. You underneath him was one of the best sights Zoro would have for the rest of his life.

His lips traced every contour of your skin. Every shiver was swallowed by a kiss, every shiver was trapped between his lips. The damp fabric of your panties didn't last long as a hindrance to the swordsman who turned you into tatters. It was like enjoying a feast after years of scarcity, drinking the divine honey that flowed from you.

"Still delicious." "I missed you so much."

Zoro couldn't contain a light laugh when he saw you cover your mouth with both hands, avoiding the screams that hit your body as you poured yourself onto his lips. Your waist took on a life of its own with the sensitivity of your pussy against his tongue.

Without any effort, Zoro turned you around and, handling you, placed your body on top of him, in a lotus position. His cock brought friction against your clitoris, your belly burning with pure anxiety and his hands made your hips move against him without even penetrating you. Your lips already hurt from the pressure you used to not let any noise escape.

"Let me hear you, please." One of his hands caught your hair, placing your head against the back of his neck. "Moan just for me baby. I need to hear you."

"Zoro, fuck, don't torture me. Just fuck me, please."

Hearing you beg was the closest thing a devil like him would get to heaven. Wrong, so wrong. Feeling your pussy contract with every inch he put in, that was paradise.

Despite feeling like you could explode at any moment, you moved slowly, not wanting the night to end. The grips against your ass, the eager hands pressing you against the base of his cock. Neither of them seemed to be able to last long.

The peak reached you first, your lips against the sweaty back of your neck, your fingers prickling the green strands begging for more and more, it was enough for Zoro to sink his teeth into your soft skin, containing his own moans and filling you up.

He lay down, still keeping himself inside you and allowing you to lay against his chest.

"You have new ones too." Your fingers traced some new scars.

"You don't like them?"

"Still beautiful, as always. Zo?"

" What do you need, sweet?"

"I know it wasn't our choice, but... Promise that if we get separated again, we'll find a way and find each other." Your eager eyes drew a sigh from the man, who pressed you even tighter against his embrace.

"This is the easiest promise I've ever made."

The sun began to rise when you could no longer keep your eyes open. With your body tied to Zoro's and covered by his kimono, without worrying if anyone would arrive, the two of you both took a snooze.

#fiction #reader insert #one piece #no use of y/n #requests open #one piece zoro #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #zoro x you #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro roronoa x y/n #smut #minors do not interact

[sweatandwoe]

Miguel's spider suit is in fact the most thin skin tight silk. It offers literally no protection, not even against bad weather. His body is just naturally that tough. Even a sledgehammer to his groin would just shatter the hammer.

This made me laugh SPOILERS FOR ACROSS THE SPIDER VERSE

Miguel x GN!Reader - Suggestive, Suit exploration, touch-starved Miguel a bit, Reader is shorter than Miguel, (Miguel might have a slight size kink about that)

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He's put up with a lot. With the multitude of spiders coming into his dimension, he's had to adapt; overcome. It hadn't been easy, but he had managed with only several bouts of broken equipment and grinding his teeth together that he was glad his fangs weren't out all the time.

But now he might break from how you won't stop touching him.

"Can you feel this?" And you're running your hands over his arm. Watching his suit react to your touch while seemingly unaware of how he was reacting to your touch.

He should tell you to stop. That would be the appropriate thing to do - the smart thing. But -

"How about this?" And your fingers are trailing over his shoulders. Both hands come up to rest on both, and he has to bend a little to let you keep exploring. You still have to stand on your toes, but you don't seem to mind.

Miguel doesn't mind either.

"I can feel it." He finally speaks after a few moments of you rubbing at his shoulder joints and muscles. And he regrets those words as your fingers draw away from him. When he turns his head to glance back at you, your hands are still hovering in the air, eyes locked onto his back. The look on your face has his fingers twitching. "Was that all you wanted to know?"

Your eyes snap up to his own, and upon noticing your hands hovering in the air, you shove them into your pockets. "Yeah. Consider my curiosity sated."

"Good." He turns back around, moves to touch the controls, and tries to remember what exactly he had been doing before you had asked to feel his suit.

There's silence for a moment. You haven't left, and he hasn't typed in anything.

"Are you wearing anything under your suit?"

He glances back at you. Your pupils are dilated and your lips are parted slightly.

Oh.

Oh.

Slowly he turns around and stands at his full height. Staring down at you with the smallest tilt of his head. Your eyes follow the movement, and he can see how they flick. Trying not to look him up and down, or at least trying not to look too obvious about it. His lips twitch.

"Would you like to find out?"

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #spidermon 2099 #across the spider verse #atsv

[cillian-gets-me-wetter]

Hey can you write something about Joe and reader. Can it be like enemies to fwb. Joe bumps into reader at an event, he teases her about her stalking him and being obsessed with him but the reader just happens to be there because she’s genuinely interested in the event. Maybe after the event Joe decides to invite reader to like a after party kick back in his hotel room or home depending on the setting you choose and thats where they get intimate. Make it super smutty. Reader isnt famous in anyway she works in the field like a data analysis or statistician something other a journalist please, and you could make their rivalry or hatred stem back to college days.

NO BC I LOVE THIS CONCEPT SM YES YES YESSSS and i have the perfect song inspo in mind too :))

if u think i’m pretty - joe burrow x fem!reader

requested by: @multiflcs :))

warnings: exes to enemies to ??? (i’m sorry, all i know is complicated relationships tbh), smut (18+ ONLY), oral (fem receiving), joe is a certified munch (y’all can’t tell me otherwise), overstimulation, p in v, unprotected sex, BIG DICK JOE, riding, hair pulling, spitting, mention of unrequited love, praise, implied height difference, no use of y/n, brief cameo from ja’marr

disclaimer: i do not own any people, teams or organizations i included in this story. this is for fictional purposes only. do not copy or claim my work as your own. comments, reblogs and constructive feedback are appreciated!!

a/n: this is my first time writing smut so hopefully you enjoy reading this as much as i loved writing this!

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i know that you're shitty and you're bad for me but i can't stop thinkin' 'bout it

as you walked the past the red carpet, you made your way inside the event venue, which was packed with celebrities, athletes and other public figures alike. as a data analyst for the 49ers, you were sent to las vegas to work for the super bowl so it was pretty exciting but a bit apprehensive. you’ve been to many football games for the past four years you’ve worked for the nfl but being able to attend the super bowl was a once in a lifetime experience.

through the connections you made throughout your time working, you scored an invite to the fanatics super bowl party this year so of course, you accepted. you look down at your outfit, which was a simple long-sleeved black cocktail dress, making you feel slightly undressed amongst those wearing luxury designers.

you walked through the sea of people that were socializing and talking amongst themselves to the bar area. the bartender, a woman who looked about your age, “hey, i love your dress! what can i get you?” you smiled, “thank you! and can i get a blue lagoon?” she nodded and began to make the drink. a voice behind you said, “you still order that? old habits die hard, i guess.” you scrunch up your face in confusion and look behind you, seeing the nfl’s golden boy, joe burrow, the sight of him making you sigh and roll your eyes.

you met joe during your second year at lsu, you had seen him around campus, went to some of the football games and at parties so you knew of him. you both had a statistics class together and he was failing so he asked you to help tutor him. you helped him gain a better understanding of the subject and was able to get his grade up. as you two spent more time together and got to know other, tension began to develop.

one night, he asked you to come over and hang out after your shift at a local bar and restaurant near campus. you got off of work and you drove over to his place, it seemed like a normal kind of night between friends, which consisted of ordering in food and taking turns to pick out a movie to watch.

this week, it was your turn to pick so you decided on sixteen candles since he never watched it before. you tilted your head up toward him from where you laid on his chest, “why haven’t you seen this before?” he shrugged as he gently ran his fingers through your hair, “just never got around to it.. i think tara tried to show me this other movie and i ended up falling asleep.”

tara mays was the typical popular sorority girl and cheerleader who thrived on daddy’s money in order to keep up with her lifestyle. her and joe would hook up occasionally but she would always want to make things into something more serious between them. however, joe would always have to let her down easy, insisting that she’s a great girl but a relationship wasn’t something he wanted (at least from her).

the words came out of your mouth before you actually thought your words over, “you aren’t seeing each other anymore?” he sighed, “yeah.. i had to be honest with her and myself about letting it continue.” you perk your head up in interest, “how so?” he looked at the television screen as if he was paying attention to the movie, “i told her i was into someone else.”

you nod understandably, “so.. who is this mystery girl? do i know her?” he looked down at you and smiled softly, “i think you know her very well. she likes to read a lot, she even has her own little library in her bedroom which is very cute. i have her coffee order memorized, which is a iced caramel macchiato with two sugars. her fav-”

you leaned forward and cupped his face, giving him a eager and passionate kiss. he quickly reciprocated the kiss, his hands wandering down your back. he moves away from your lips and starts to leave kisses all over your face, which made you laugh and try to wriggle away from him but his strong arms held you in place. he began to kiss down to your neck, then he flips you both over so that he’s on top.

it made you gasp and a breath hitches in the back of your throat at the way he moved you so effortlessly, like you weighed nothing. you opened your legs and wrapped them around his waist so he can feel more comfortable on top of you. he laughs softly at your reaction, “so.. i guess you’re into me too then?” you roll your eyes playfully, “shut up”. then you grab him by his shirt and kiss him deeply, internally praying that nothing ruins this moment.

the bartender handed you your drink and joe slides his card across the bar table to pay for it. you attempt to push it back in his direction, “that isn’t necessary, joe.” he shrugged it off and gently moved your hand away, “don’t worry about it.” the poor woman sensed the tension between the two of you and silently took his card and swiped it through. she asked, “do you want a receipt?”

before you said anything, joe shook his head and she handed him back his card, giving you both a polite smile. you sip your drink, annoyed at the fact that he even bothered to show up and the fact he pulled this kind of gesture knowing you wanted nothing to do with him. his voice broke you out of your thoughts, “you know… a thank you would suffice.” he dawned those famous cartier sunglasses and those stupid jeans he wore throughout college. even if he did look really hot, he was still the same person who broke your heart after graduation years ago.

you scoffed, “like i said, it wasn’t necessary. i could have bought it myself.” he retorted, “well i wanted to so you’re welcome.” your blood started to grow warm and beginning to boil at the way he was acting. he wasn’t the one who had his heart broken so the attitude wasn’t needed. he clears his throat awkwardly, “are you stalking me?” you furrowed your eyebrows at the audacity of that question. the fact he even asked you that made you want to punch him in the nose.

you laughed sarcastically, “are you fucking kidding me?do you seriously think that i came out here for you?” he shrugged, “well, why are you here then? you don’t know anything about football. you’re too obsessed with me to actually pay attention.” you glared daggers at him as the tension between the two of you grew by the second. you get closer to him and throw your drink in his face, causing attention towards you and him as he wipes the remnants of blue lagoon on his jacket sleeve.

the other partygoers stared both of you down, wondering what happened and what led to throwing a drink in the quarterback’s face. you seethe, “fuck you, joe.” you walked out of the party venue, completely embarrassed and anxious about losing your job since this incident involved a prominent player in the league. you made it outside and walked further down the street to a empty bench far away from all the commotion from the party.

you open your purse and dig through to find your pack of cigarettes that you only smoked when you’re stressed or overwhelmed and desperate times call for desperate measures. you take one out of the pack with your pink lighter, igniting it. you take a long drag and inhale into your lungs, letting it calm your nerves as you exhale. your hands were trembling and your brain was going at a million miles per hour when joe sits next to you.

he looks over at you, his eyes softening at the shaken state you were in because of him. you stare at the cars and people walking by, “if you want to get me fired, that’s fine.” he shook his head, “i’m not going to get you fired or anything like that. you had a right to throw that drink in my face.” you took another long drag as you flicked off some of the ash beginning to build up on top.

you both sat in an uncomfortable silence until he decided to break it, “so you work in data analysis now?” you nod, “yes.. i don’t know how long after what just happened.” he sighed, “you aren’t going to get fired. plenty of people in this field have done worse and received no repercussions. i’m going to do everything in my power to make sure you don’t get in trouble for this.”

you shook your head, “you wouldn’t understand, joe. you’re a man, if you were in my shoes, you would face no punishment. but for me, it’s 100% a possibility that i can lose my job because of this. you’re a famous quarterback who i threw a drink in his face while i just work for the team.” you felt yourself growing to panic as you anxiously tap your fingers against your thigh, “it’s supposed to be this huge event and i feel like i would be a liability for that.”

he wrapped his arm around you, not caring about the smell of the cigarette lingering on his clothes. his free hand rubbed against your back soothingly, doing his best to calm you down. he reassured, “if anything comes out about it, i know a few people that can make it go away. as for the team, i’m going to talk to them about it being a misunderstanding.”

you looked over at him, “you don’t have to do that for me.” he said, “i want to, okay? i put you through so much pain and i want to make it up to you.” you didn’t notice a few stray tears flow down your face until joe tilted your chin with his fingers and wiped them away with his thumb. his ocean blue eyes stared deeply into yours, “i am so sorry. for everything.”

you flick the remains of your cigarette to the ground and let out a tearful sigh, “i haven’t loved anyone else since you. i don’t think i’m capable of feeling that way towards anyone.” your confession made his heart drop into his stomach. he remembered that night after you both graduated as if it happened yesterday.

as you slowly kissed him after settling into bed after that eventful day, you whisper against his lips, “i love you.” those three words made him stop kissing you. while you two had been dating for almost 6 months, he had no idea if he was ready to say it yet. while he was the #1 draft pick for the cincinnati bengals, you were able to obtain an internship for the denver broncos, which was going to 17 hours away from him.

you noticed his lips stopped moving against yours, you looked at him with concern. “are you okay, baby?” he let out a shaky sigh, “i don’t know if i’m ready for this.” you asked, “what do you mean?” he continued, “you’re going to be all the way in colorado while i’m in ohio. how are we going to make this work if i won’t be able to see you?”

you looked at him, taken aback. “well, we can always facetime and we can visit each other whenever we can.” he shook his head, “we’ll literally go from seeing each other every day to barely seeing each other at all. do you have any idea how hard that is for me?” you rubbed your face, feeling the skin in order to not shut down.

you bite back, “it’s going to be hard for me too! it’s not just about you, joe. we both have our own careers we need to focus on but it doesn’t mean that i don’t love you.” he gets out of your bed and grabs his backpack off your chair, packing up his clothes. “where are you going?” he opened up the drawer you cleared for him whenever he would spend the night with you, shoving whatever clothes that he can fit into the bag.

“i just need space. i’m just going to go back to my place for tonight.” you get up out of bed, standing in front of the dresser so he wouldn’t just leave. “we need to talk about this, joe.” he sighed, “what do you want me to say? that long distance relationships don’t last no matter how much we’d try? get realistic and stop romanticizing this.”

your voice cracks and eyes well up with tears, “so that’s just it then? you don’t want to be with me anymore?” he shrugged, “i really don’t see any other solution.” you nodded meekly, finally moving out of his way. “just get your shit and go.”

you leaned closer to him, burying your face into his neck. he wrapped his arms around you, inhaling his cologne, noticing it was the one you gave him for his birthday. he kissed your forehead gently, “we’re going to figure this out, okay?” you nod and pull away from his embrace, wanting to get a better look at him. he still had the same haircut from college and his cartier glasses were off, the streetlight capturing how beautiful his eyes are.

he stared back at you in awe, he still thought of you as the most beautiful woman he ever laid eyes on. he moved a couple strands of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear, the gesture making you melt like putty in his hands. without a second thought, he leaned in and softly pressed his lips against yours, suddenly pulling away incase he misread any signals.

“i’m sor-“ you cut him off by kissing him passionately, your hand finding its home in the back of his head, running through his dirty blonde hair. while your other hand wandered under his plain white t-shirt, feeling his warm body against your manicured fingertips. he wrapped his arm around your waist while his free hand groping your left breast over your dress causing you to moan into the kiss, slipping his tongue inside your mouth.

his hand moves down to your plush thighs, giving them both a firm but gentle squeeze. his lips move away from yours, kissing down your jaw to your neck. your hand moves back to his hair, giving the roots a gentle squeeze, he lets out a breathy groan against you. his breath tickles your skin softly, his lips finding the spot on your neck that makes your squirm. he sucks against your sensitive skin causing you to mewl at the feeling of him sucking and biting your neck, leaving a bruise that you’re going to need to cover up later on.

he detached his lips from your neck to admire his work, lightly kissing the hickey he left on you, which made you wince. you both smile softly, taking in what just happened and how much you’ve missed each other. he asks, “do you want to head back to my hotel or yours?” you shrug, “it doesn’t matter to me.” he nods, “okay, we’re going to mine then.” he sat up, holding his hand out for you to take.

you hold his hand, allowing him to help you up from the bench and intertwining both of your fingers together. he said, “my hotel isn’t too far from here so it won’t be too long.” you nod, standing up on your toes and kissing his cheek. he blushed softly, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer to him as you walk to his hotel room.

as you walk closer to where he was staying, you began to slow down next to him as your feet began to grow tired in the heels you were wearing. he looked at you concerned about you slowing down, “is everything okay?” you nodded, “yeah, it’s just that my feet were starting to hurt.”

he squatted down onto the ground near you, he looked up and asked, “can you lift your foot up really quick?” you nodded, lifting your foot up off the ground for him as he held it delicately. he unhooked the heels clasp around your ankle and gently took off the heel for you. you lifted your other foot off the ground for him and he did the same thing.

he held both of your heels for you as he got up off the ground, dusting the dirt off his jeans. he asked, “do your feet feel better?” you smiled softly and nodded, “they do. thank you.” he smiled back and leaned down, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. “you’re welcome, baby.” you laugh softly, “baby? are you getting all soft on me, burrow?”

he rolled his eyes playfully, “only for you.” he interlocked his fingers with yours, kissing your hand softly and leading the way back to his hotel. as you both walked through the lobby and inside the elevator, he pressed the fourth floor button and turned you over to face him as the elevator doors closed. he leaned down once more, kissing your lips once again, cupping your face gently in his hands.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you as the kiss grows more intense when the elevator opens, signaling that you made it on the fourth floor. he grabs your hand and hurriedly pulls you outside the elevator and leads you down the hallway to his room. as you reach the outside of his door, he pulls the keycard out of his pocket as you lean closer to him and teasingly kiss his neck.

he shudders as he puts the card into the slot, “fuck, don’t tease me.” you smiled against his neck, “or what?” the light on the door turned green and he immediately opened it, pulling you inside. he grabbed the “do not disturb” sign and set on the door outside the room, shutting it behind him and locking it.

you set your purse on the desk and he threw your heels to the floor near the nightstand, lightly grabbing your wrist to get you to look at him. he feverishly kisses you as if his life depended on it, his teeth clashing against your own. you managed to slip your tongue into his mouth as his hands explored your body over your dress. he managed to say through kisses, “take this off.”

you nodded eagerly as he sits down on the corner of the bed, wanting to watch you undress for him. you slowly took off your dress, revealing your matching laced black lingerie set underneath. he took off his jacket and his necklaces as you undressed for him, throwing his jacket to the floor and setting his necklaces on the nightstand then turning over to face you again.

you decided to straddle his lap, pulling him into a needy kiss as his hands wander your body to the back of your bra. “can i take this off?” you smiled against his lips and nodded, “of course, baby.” his hands unhooked your bra, letting it fall to the floor as he looked at your breasts for the first time in years.

his hands caressed them softly causing you to let out a soft moan into his mouth. he looked down at them, his eyes widened slightly at the sight of your pierced nipples. “when did you get this done?” you blushed softly, “like two years ago.. do you like them?” he nodded, his fingers teasing the balled jewelry, making you shudder and whimper.

he takes your breast into his mouth, sucking on your nipple and teasing the jewelry with his tongue. you moaned softly, watching him lick and suck while you run your fingers through his hair. his free hand teases the other one as his mouth moves to it, giving them both the same love and recognition. you whimpered, grinding your hips softly onto his lap.

he detached his mouth from you as his hands held your hips, helping you grind against him and groping your ass. he captured your lips again in a messy kiss, his nose brushing against yours. “i missed you so much.” you whispered against his lips, “i missed you too, baby.” your fingers reach the hem of his t-shirt, him quickly obliging as he pulls it over his head and throwing it to the floor.

he quickly flips you both over, climbing over you and kissing down your neck to your chest. you shudder softly against his lips as he kisses down your stomach to reaching the hem of your panties. his fingers brushed over the damp cloth causing you to whimper softly and open your legs for better access for him. he asked softly, “can i take this off too, pretty girl?”

you nod eagerly, “please take them off.. i need to feel you.” he grabs both sides of your panties as you lift your hips up so he can easily take them off. he pulls them down your legs and reaches your ankles then throwing them to the side. his fingers brush over your wet folds as you mewl softly at the feeling of his fingers against you.

he bit his lip as he teasingly rubbed his fingers against you, “you’re so wet for me.. and i barely did anything. it’s kind of pathetic, baby.” you mewl at his words, not being able to take his teasing any longer. you begged, “please do something, joe. i need you so bad.” without hesitation, he opened your legs a little wider and buried his face between them. he kisses and teases your clit with his tongue causing you to let out a sigh and closing your eyes.

he tapped your inner thigh, “look at me, baby. i want you to watch me.” you opened your eyes and looked down at him as he suckled your clit into his mouth. you run his fingers through his hair and mewl loudly at the feeling of him slipping his tongue inside of you. he devoured you as if he hadn’t eaten in days, you moaned in satisfaction and contorting your face in pleasure as you watch him eat you out.

his tongue lapped against your wet cunt as you push his face closer into you, grinding against his tongue as if you’re riding him. he pulled your legs onto his shoulders as your thighs clench against his head, you whimper and grip his hair tightly causing him to moan as he kisses and laps up your wet arousal. the pit building in your stomach began to boil over until you’re writhing against his face. and arching your back.

he knew you were growing closer to your orgasm as your movements started moving sloppily against him. he asked, “you want to cum, baby?” he slipped his tongue inside you once more. you nodded, “yes, i’m so fucking close!” he urged, “beg for it. tell me how much you missed me.” you whimpered, “i missed you so much, joe. no one can make me feel as good as you.”

he smirked against you, “good girl. cum for me, baby. cum on my face.” you came undone at his words and the feeling of his tongue flicking against your clit. you moaned in ecstasy as your legs shook against his face as he continued you to guide you through your orgasm. you gasp and whine as the overwhelming sensation of his tongue curling inside you.

you whimpered, “okay, you can get off. please.” he moved his tongue out of you, his chin and mouth glistening with your juices. he pressed a few chaste kisses in your inner thighs before he finally moved out of between your legs. he leaned up closer to you, your legs wrap around his waist, his hard cock straining in his jeans and rubbing against your inner thigh.

he kisses you feverishly, slipping his tongue in your mouth. tongues and teeth clash against each other as the neediness between the two of you grew more intense. he pulls away from you and lightly pecks your lips, “you taste better than i remembered.” you blush, “you remembered what i taste like?”

he nods, “of course i do. you haven’t left on my mind since i left that night.” you sat up, kissing him softly as your hand reaches down and teases through his jeans by caressing your hand against him. he groans softly, shuddering at the feeling of your soft hand on the outside of his jeans. “you can take it out if you want. i don’t think i’ll last long if you keep rubbing me like that.”

you giggle lightly, “you got that hard from eating me out?” he said, “i got hard the moment i saw you again if you want me to be honest.” you peck his lips softly, “you’re so fucking cute.” your hand moved to the zipper of his jeans, unzipping and unbuttoning them. he pulled his jeans down to his ankles, kicking them off to the side, revealing his black calvin klein boxers.

you helped pull his boxers down, revealing his girthy, rock hard cock slapping against his abdomen as you free him from his boxers. you stroke it softly, your thumb feeling the slit of his tip as he lets out a sigh. “fuck, i missed your hands on me.” you asked, “oh yeah?” he nodded, “if you keep doing that, this is going to be over pretty quickly.” you laughed softly and moved your hand off him.

he rubbed his cock over your folds, making you both groan and whimper in pleasure. “if it hurts, i’ll stop, okay?” you nod feverishly, bucking your hips to match his movements. he slipped the tip of his cock inside of you, letting you slowly adjust to his size and so he can feel how warm and tight you are. you both let out a breathy moan, he slipped more of him inside you causing you to wince and him to groan softly. “fuck, i missed you.”

his thrusts were teasingly slow as he let you adjust to his size again since it was so long since he’s been inside you. you whimpered, “fuck me, joe.. please”. he moved his hips, thrusting a little faster causing you to moan softly in his ear. his lips nipped and sucked on your collarbone as you buck your hips into his to match his thrusts. he asked teasingly, “do you like that, baby?”

you nodded eagerly, “fuck me harder… i need it so bad.” he moved your legs over his shoulders as he thrusted deeper inside you. your knees were against your chest as he fucked you harder, the sounds of his skin slapping against yours and both of your moans filled the hotel room. both of you were lost in each other until the sound of his phone rang from the pocket of his jeans.

he groaned annoyingly at the dreaded sound ruining the mood as he moved out of you, causing you to whimper at the loss of contact. he quickly grabbed his jeans off the floor and took his phone out of his back pocket, swiping to answer it and holding it against his ear. “yeah?” he smiled softly down at you as his hands groped at your breast, rubbing his thumb over your pierced nipple.

he sighed, “no, dude, i left the party over an hour ago. what happened?” you mouthed, “do you want to stop?” he shrugged, listening to whatever ja’marr is asking him about. “no, i caught up with an old friend and we’re back at my hotel.” you smiled softly as you knew you were the old friend he was referring to. he laughed softly, “no, i’ll tell you about it later..” you grew more comfortable onto the bed as he finished up his phone conversation. “okay i’ll text you later.. get back safe.”

he ended the call and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, leaning down and kissing you hungrily. he asked softly, “do you want to keep going?” you nodded, “yes please.” he laughed softly, “aww, look at you using your manners.” he kissed the crook of your neck then pecked your lips, “such a sweet girl.” you asked shyly, “can i ride you?”

he nodded eagerly, lying down on the bed next to you. you crawled on top of him, kissing his neck teasingly. he lets out a soft sigh, running his fingers through your hair as you find the sensitive part of his skin, sucking and nipping the same way he did on the bench prior. his breath hitches, “fuck, don’t tease, baby.”

you giggled softly, detaching your lips from his neck before giving the forming bruise a small kiss, hearing a wince from him. you got up onto the bed, hovering over his cock while you line him up with your entrance. you sink down onto his length, hearing shudders and gasps from the both of you.

you start to roll your hips, his hands going straight to your hips helping guide your movements against his body. you whimper and moan as you close your eyes and throw your head back in pleasure. his hand reaching up and groping your tit as you ride him to oblivion. you had plenty of hookups after you and joe broke up but no one made you feel so full and satisfied you the way he did.

he laid up further, pulling you closer to him as he kisses you passionately. his hands gripped against your hips, probably leaving tiny bruises for you to wake up to the next morning. sweat began forming and dripping down from both of your foreheads as your legs started getting weaker. his hand giving your thigh a gentle squeeze as your movements began to slow.

the heat in your stomach was rising as you continued to move against him. his hands wandered and caressed your body on top of him. he cupped your face softly and lowly whispered, “open your mouth, baby.” you obeyed, sticking your tongue out for him as he spit in your mouth. you whimpered softly as you swallowed his spit causing him to groan at the sight of you. “you’re such a good girl.”

his words push you closer to the edge of your climax as you push through the soreness in your legs. your walls began to tighten around him causing him to let out a soft moan. you moaned, “i’m so close.” he grunted, “fuck, i am too. cum for me, baby. i want to feel you around me.” you loudly gasped, burying your face in his sweaty shoulder, biting down to muffle your screams. the feeling of your teeth digging into his skin and your walls clenching his length made groan and shudder as he fills you up with his cum.

you pull him into a slow, needy kiss as you both were steadily coming down from what just occurred. you get off of his lap, legs shaking from either your orgasm or how long you were using them for. you get up from bed and attempt to gather your clothes to get dressed when joe asks, “what are you doing?” you eyed him with confusion, “getting ready to leave?” he shook his head, “come lay down with me.”

you found yourself crawling back into bed with him before thinking it over, you were used to leaving after a hook up so him asking you to spend the night was something that you hadn’t heard in a long time. you cuddled into his chest as he pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you, your leg draping against his hips. what you didn’t know was that joe rarely dated after you two broke up. he went on a few dates but always found himself thinking of you to fully pursue anything.

you felt yourself beginning to doze off but was fighting to stay awake so you can be in the moment with him longer. he whispered in your ear, “you can go to sleep.. i’ll be here when you wake up, okay?” you nodded sleepily as you finally shut your eyes, softly snoring on his chest. he gently moved your hair out of your face and kissed the top of your head as he watched you peacefully sleep. he never thought you’d actually end up in his arms again..

but now that you’re here with him, he finally felt he was whole again. his only regret was that it took him so long to realize that he loved you after you two broke up and you moved away.. he cooed softly in your ear as you slept, “i love you.” he gave you a kiss on your forehead before drifting off to sleep, being happy that you were back in his arms again.

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[eoieopda]

interlude: sundown (myg)

pairing: min yoongi x reader summary: as it turns out, your boyfriend can take as much as he gives. au: darksided (masterlist), established relationship type: drabble | smut + fluff word count: 1.9k rating: 18+ cw: pov switch, min yoongi gets pegged 🙌🏻, afab!reader, needy & subby yoongi, v soft dom!reader, praise kink unlocked!!, anal fingering, sex w/ strap on, k*ss*ng (eek!) a/n 1: you thought i’d get through a(u)gust without a yoongi fic? pleaaaaase. this is part of the darksided series, so i recommend checking out the other installments first, just so you have all the context. this can be read as a stand-alone drabble, though! this one takes place after blindsided, btw. a/n 2: i don’t spend much time talkin’ ‘bout prep due to the word limit, but it is both implied & v important. be safe! 🔞 MINORS WHO INTERACT WITH ME AND/OR MY CONTENT WILL BE BLOCKED, WHETHER OR NOT THE CONTENT IS NSFW. I’M AN ADULT WRITING EXCLUSIVELY FOR OTHER ADULTS.

You can’t say what came over you. It wasn’t a conscious decision, you know that much. The only explanation you can fall back on is that the feral part of your brain simply took over, and your inner construction worker popped out to say hello — but that’s not entirely accurate.

In reality, it was less of a greeting and more of a “Damn, baby! That ass.”

Mere meters away, your boyfriend is bent over the bookshelf he’s been working hard to assemble — a task you were politely banished from executing, not thirty minutes ago. When he finally registers what you just blurted out, he stands back up to his full height and glances over his shoulder at you. His expression lands somewhere between bewildered and tickled fucking pink.

“Did you just catcall me?”

“I — I think…” You’re more shocked than he is, it seems. Blinking slowly doesn’t help you process your actions any quicker, so you give up and grimace through your admission. “I might have?”

Of the two of you, it’s Yoongi that truly has all the audacity in the world. After setting his screwdriver down onto the coffee table, he crosses his arms loosely over his chest and bites back a smug grin.

“You think you know a person after seven entire years of dating,” he tuts. “Then, they turn around and harass you — in your own home, no less.” Sucking a breath in through his teeth, he shakes his head and sighs, “Life comes at you fast.”

For a second, all you can do is stare at him with your incredulous mouth halfway open. It’s the most that anyone should expect from you at a time like this, when he’s looking at you like that — characteristically semi-flustered, and still so unshakably self-assured. With narrowed eyes, you opt to hone in on the former.

“You’re out here smuggling cake in broad daylight — looking downright bite-worthy —”

Peeling yourself off the couch, you cross over to him with your hands raised defensively. When you reach him, you plant those same hands on your hips and heave an exasperated sigh.

“What was I supposed to do? Pretend otherwise?”

Yoongi arches an eyebrow but says nothing, simply aiming his flat-lined smile your way. All it takes is your slow, expectant blinking for him to take the hint. Just like that, you fall into a well-practiced routine: him opening up to pull you into his chest, you lacing your arms around his waist, his chin resting gently against the top of your head.

And even though you haven’t left the house all day, this is the first moment that truly feels like home. It’s quiet, it’s calm, it’s —

“Bite-worthy, huh?” 

You can’t see his smirk, but you can hear it. 

“Surely, this is not the first time this is being brought to your attention.”

“It’s not,” Yoongi concedes. His low chuckle tickles every vertebrae on its way down your spine. The tingling only intensifies when he presses a kiss to the top of your head and murmurs, “I just haven’t heard it from you before. You’re behind the curve, so to speak.”

You pause for two reasons: the subtle genius of his phrasing and the new bit of trivia he seems to be alluding to. Is he — ?

“You’ve pegged?” You ask, glancing curiously up at him. 

The answer wouldn’t surprise you one way or another. More than anything, you’re impressed that the two of you still find things to learn about each other. That you can spend the better part of a decade with someone, side-by-side, and never run out of new conversations to have.

When he tilts his chin to look down at you, his expression is a perfect mirror of yours.

“You haven’t?”

Yoongi’s head crashes back against the pillows before his sigh can slip fully from his mouth. The impact seems to knock it loose; it floats away, above your bowed head. The sound gets lost somewhere underneath that of your open-mouthed kisses trailing so fucking softly across the bare skin of his chest. 

If his heart stops with every flick of your tongue over one of his nipples, you resuscitate him just as quickly with praise.

Apparently, being told he’s beautiful has the same physiological effect on him as a shot of epinephrine.

“Oh, fuck,” Yoongi groans from deep in his chest when your mouth ventures far enough to kiss the tip of his cock. That action is fairly chaste, all things considered, but the way his pre-cum shines like gloss on your lips is beyond obscene. 

You smile with your eyes alone as you take him into your mouth — and you think he’s beautiful? 

He can’t think of a single prettier sight than you and your fluttering lashes, looking up at him like he’s the one that hung the stars in the sky. Ridiculous. It’s him that frays a little further at the edges with every glance down at you.

Pulling away with a lewd pop, you murmur, “You can be more vocal than that, can’t you, baby?”

Oh, god. 

The smile tugging at your mouth makes his heart leap and his cock twitch. Untouched, it jumps and re-settles against his abdomen.

“Yes.” He fires off his response like a bullet at point-blank range, and you chuckle quietly at his eagerness. Breathless already, he amends, “Fuck yes.”

One eyebrow arches just enough to indicate that you expect a more detailed response. He should know better by now, shouldn’t he? He’s teased you this way a thousand times before, and it’s about time that he tastes his own medicine. Acknowledging that fact, he stoops to begging.

“Please. I want you to fuck me open with your fingers.”

Nodding appreciatively, you trace your finger along the underside of his shaft and leave him on the brink of losing his goddamn mind. He’d gladly let you drive him insane this way, but you take that hand away and gesture for him to turn over. As you do, you hum, “And I want to see you on your knees, love.”

Yoongi takes your instructions and runs with them, barely careful enough to avoid knocking you backwards off the bed in the process. He settles on his knees, then looks back over his shoulder just in time to watch you pop the cap off the bottle of lube.

You look nervous, though you try to hide it. He’s no stranger to that worried crease between your eyebrows; and he can’t help the downward curve of his mouth when he sees it.

There’s never been — and will never be — a person he trusts more than you. Careful, perfect, sweet. You couldn’t hurt him even if you tried, and he knows without question that you never would. You, however, seem less sure of that.

Yoongi has to twist back around to do it, but he cradles your jaw in his hands and kisses you deep, with everything he has. 

“I love you,” he whispers before pressing his lips to yours a second time. It carries more meaning than that; he suspects you hear each one.

I trust you.

It’s okay.

Already reassured, you whisper back to him with darkening eyes, “Elbows on the mattress, then, Min Yoongi.”

To say that he collapses against the comforter would be an understatement. He’s certifiably boneless the second your fingertips trace down the length of his spine, though his hunger for your touch starts him shivering.

“Relax, sweet thing,” you tell him. To encourage him, you lean forward and press your lips to the small of his back; instantly, you soothe the tension his body holds as if you’ve flipped a switch. It’s automatic, just like the low groan he emits when you murmur, “Good boy.”

The quiet that follows is ultimately interrupted by the faint slosh of liquid. He has to beg himself not to clench at the mere thought of your slicked fingers, so he instead lets his mouth fall open when he feels them glide over his rim. Needier than he’s ever been in his whole fucking life, Yoongi whimpers. 

It’s a pathetic little sound, but he doesn’t dare to try and swallow it down. He’ll give you everything; every pleading sigh and shuddered moan, all of it.

And — as a courtesy — he’ll refrain from calling you a liar because there is no fucking way that you haven’t done this before.

It’s simply unbelievable with how expertly you navigate the intricacies of his body, applying perfect pressure where he craves it. With the way you translate his incoherent whining to a plea for more, giving him exactly what he wants.

Two fingers deep, you tease, “So greedy, aren’t you baby?” 

But there’s no harshness to your tone, so soft around the edges. In fact, your little snicker suggests that you’re impressed. It takes all he has not to cum at the sound alone.

“Just for you — ” He responds through gritted teeth, blissed-out eyes squeezing shut. “— F-fuck. I can’t get enough of you.”

When you slip away from him, he proves your point, whining petulantly. You soothe him with an affectionate squeeze to his ass cheek, chuckling all the while. “Should we fix that, then?”

Yoongi has no idea what words he slurs in an attempt to answer that question, but he hopes he tells you how badly he craves your cock. He must, he figures, because he hears the telltale glide of the nightstand’s top drawer when you pull it open.

His head lifts from the blankets below to catch a glimpse of you settling the harness over your hips. For a moment, he forgets when, where, and who he is. The only reality he can currently comprehend is the one in which you’re running your fist down black silicone as if it’s a part of you, spreading slick from a bottle. 

But then you disappear from his line of sight, leaving him disoriented. He misses you already.

“I wish you could see how pretty you look on your knees.”

The mattress dips under your weight, signaling to him that you’ve settled behind him once again. You tap the length of the dildo against his skin, prompting him to groan. Still teasing, you ask, “Gonna fuck yourself on my cock, angel?”

Shit, shit, shit. 

Yoongi feels the tip hovering near his hole and he can’t keep his racing heart in check, so desperate that he’s practically vibrating. Your next words pull him further apart; they sound especially filthy in your light, almost reverent tone.

“Show me how well you can take me.”

He plans to do just that.

Slowly pushing back against you, Yoongi sinks down your length until that indescribable fullness leaves him starry-eyed and keening. After a few measured breaths, the ache subsides and gives way to pure pleasure.

Your praise is gentle, though the effect it has on him is earth-shattering. “Just like that, baby. You’re being so good for me.”

Withdrawing, he leans forward onto his elbows just to repeat the motion, losing himself more and more with every pass.

“Shit,” he hiccups, head drooping so that his forehead meets his forearms.

He only grows more eager when your hands claim his hips. You guide his body back to yours every time he leaves; whispering little wishes that he fuck himself the way you swear he deserves. 

You must hear his ragged breaths over the clap of his skin against yours and sense that he’s close because you hum, “Sweet thing. Are you going to make yourself cum?”

Yoongi shakes his head fervently, although not for the reason you might think.

“Want you to,” he begs on an exhale. “Please, make me cum. N-need you deeper.” 

Small hands flatten against his shoulder blades and press him further down against the bed. With fists full of the sheets, Yoongi gives you a desperate nod, signaling you to take over. 

And you do — without the hesitation he saw in you earlier, proving for the millionth time that you know exactly how to make him fall apart.

And he does — with a cry, so delirious and fucked out that he goes boneless underneath you.

When his body eventually stops trembling, Yoongi feels you pull out of him. He hears the quiet click as you unfasten the harness. Shortly after, his senses are overwhelmed with the warmth of your body coming down gently to cover his, warding off the emptiness that started to settle in your absence.

“You’re perfect.” You mumble with lips pressed to his sweat-slicked neck. “So fucking perfect.”

Funnily enough, he was just thinking the same thing about you.

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[kairismess]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do Atsumu w/ a s/o who tells their friends they play volleyball and their friends just start laughing and making jokes like “Oh no no no, you’d be benched because you’re too short” 🥲

it’s alright if not, I think I’ve only sent you angstier requests (sorry 😔) so it’s fine if you don’t want to do this. Have a good day/night regardless <333

"hey, shrimpy... what's all that they're gigglin' an' laughin' 'bout, hmm?" atsumu asks you in a whisper as you hand him the rogue volleyball that flew all the way to the back of the court. you felt too embarrassed to explain to your boyfriend just why exactly your friends were laughing at you; or more like, you were terrified of what atsumu might do to them, regardless if they just meant what they said as jokes or banter that stung you somehow.

you shook your head silently, insisting you didn't know or that it was something unfunny, but before you could walk away, atsumu gripped your wrist and walked up to you. "baby... you don't have to lie. i think... something's up between you and 'em, hmm? am i right or right?" he asked you with a slight smirk curving up on his lips.

you hesitate to tell him for a moment, but you shake your head once more in response, prompting the blonde to quit smirking, and look at you with such a soft expression on his face. he had known that from the very beginning, a lot of people looked down on you for your stature. despite being as talented as any tall volleyball player out there, you were never given a proper chance to prove your worth because of how outlandish the idea of a short person like you being able to overcome the hurdles that stood behind that net.

his hand slid down to your fingers, then to your palm, and the back of your hand. he held your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours, and rubbing the back of your hand in a soothing manner with the pad of his thumb. "hey... don't listen to what they say." he blurted out of the blue, making you turn around to face him with glassy eyes that threatened to spill out tears any moment now. he smiled at you sweetly and wiped the tears from your eyes gently with his other hand after setting the ball down.

"you are so talented, and if they can't see your worth past for what you're lacking... then they're all full of bullshit." he chuckles out from under his breath, shaking his head lightly at how utterly wrong your friends are for laughing at you for your small size, and not supporting you for how great you are beyond how you may seem. "even if they're joking, they should support you a great deal... but if not them, i could always do it for you, my cutie; my amazing, strong and powerful cutie." he murmurs into your ear after leaning closer to you, kissing your ear and wrapping his muscular arms around you and holding you tightly.

"and besides... such a cute height like this really makes me feel so fond of you. look how comfy i am with resting my chin on your pretty little head, hmm?" he teases as you knit your brows together in embarrassment and frustration. looks like your cocky bastard of a boyfriend can say meaningful, worthwhile things sometimes... and make you feel good about yourself, feel supported, for who you are no matter what you were born with.

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heyyy could you please write smth where remus is with a taller reader (think 5'10 or 5'9) and other girls are talkinga bout how she won't fidn love bc guys will be intimidated and then this absoloute GOLIATH of a man (remus) appears and like hugs her and the girls have to shut up. also could you please please make her a girly girl. Im so tired of tall girls always being portrayed as masculine.

thanks a tonnnnnnnn!!!

"I mean she's pretty sure but she is just… so tall"

"Yeah I mean what guy would want that"

"Brad told me that guys like short girls specifically ones at yknow what height"

You heard all of these comments but none really stuck out to you. They were all phrases that you had heard before throughout your life. You were above average and lived in a town with mostly below average girls which made you seem even more massive. The gaggle of girls picked up their volume as they got closer.

"It's a waste she doesn't play basketball"

You almost let out a snort at that one. You were highly uncoordinated when it came to sports. You had in fact been pushed into basketball when you were younger but when it became clear that it was not something you enjoyed, you dropped out.

"I wonder how tall she is exactly"

5'10. That's how tall you were, give or take a few centimeters. You checked the time. Remus was supposed to meet you at 3:30 and it was currently 3:45.

"And she wears heels to parties. She is SO brave"

"Right? I wonder where she gets her clothes"

They couldn't be serious. You felt your eyes roll. They were acting like you were some ginormous creature and not 4 inches taller than them. You checked your watch again.

"I just wonder how hard it is for her to find a boyfriend?"

You heard someone behind you call your name and as you turned you caught a brief glimpse of the girls mouths hanging wide open. There a few feet in front of you was your glorious boyfriend holding flowers.

Remus hustled to catch up with you and gave you a sweet hug. His arms were huge as they wrapped around you and you felt bad for the way his poor back had to bend in order to give you a proper hug.

"I got these for you as an apology", He blurted before you could say anything.

"Remus", you laughed as you accepted the flowers, "you could have just called"

"Yeah but...", He trailed off as he shrugged. You craned your neck up even further too look him in the eyes. You felt your eyes crinkle from your smile.

Your smile only got wider as he grabbed your hand to walk. And it didn't even twitch when you passed the group of girls who were talking.

"Is that her boyfriend? Crikey how tall is he?", an incredulous voice spoke up from the group.

"6'6", Remus called over his shoulder smirking as he did so.

They quickly turned as to make it look as if they weren't staring but you didn't even notice too infatuated with your Goliath of a boyfriend.

heyy. I hope you liked this. my writings a bit rusty but I swear this time that I will actually write anything you guys send in within reason. I got a bit carried away with the comments. I'm not that tall myself (5'5) but there was a girl at my hs that was 6'2 and I wanted to be her so badd. Also unrelated fun fact but ginormous isn't a real word. Its a combo of gigantic and enormous and was first used in ELF.

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[seniaasaysstuff]

𝐁𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲💓 || 𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐱 𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (reupload)

a/n- reader gets isekaied and plops right onto sukuna’s lap. it’s heian era! And sukuna is at the height of his power. Hilarious interaction between them. How is sukuna going to deal with a genz reader? read and find out for yourself🤭

pure crack?? I don't know what I was smoking while writing this Imao. Do we need a part two?? orrrr

"Oi wake up," the man ordered as he lightly pulled your cheek. "What the fuck dude? Let me sleep," you mumbled and snuggled into the pillow. It felt pretty comfortable and you didn't want to wake up.

"Who are you calling dude? You dumb woman get up right now," The man demanded in a rude voice.

"Bro shut up you're annoying," you rasped as you hid your face in the 'pillow.

"This-this girl! So impudent! Do you know am? Do you want to die?" The person yelled loudly.

You whined and opened your eyes. You rubbed your eyes and stretched your body. Your bleary eyes gazed at the figure looming over you.

"Is the sleeping beast finally up?" The man sneered.

"Isn't that supposed to be sleeping beauty?" you let out a yawn as you spoke.

He snorted, "By any chance did you mean you're a beauty? Delusional beast."

The person oddly sounded like one of your favorite anime characters. You squinted your eyes and noticed that he had the same markings and the wooden half of his face as Ryomen Sukuna from the Jujutsu kaisen.

Sukuna pushed you off his lap and looked at you with disgust. You took it as an opportunity to admire him. He was sitting on a fancy throne. One pair of his arms were crossed over his chest.

"Yo, am I trippin' or what?" You blurted out.

"Damn! You look hotter in real life," You whistled as you eyed the man.

"Where else have you seen me?" Sukuna glared at you.

"In my dreams Daddy," You shot him a flirty wink. "Do you know how to speak woman?" Sukuna scoffed with a look of disdain in his eyes.

"Yo! Are you really Sukuna?" you asked in excitement. "So what if I am?" he narrowed his eyes at you. "Well, I've been curious bout something. Do you really have two dicks?" You looked at him curiously.

Sukuna pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a hysterical laugh.

“This is the first time I've been asked this. What the fuck is wrong with this lady?" Sukuna muttered under his breath.

"Hey! I can hear you asshole," you cried out. "It was meant to be heard, dumb woman," Sukuna grunted. "Okay, motherfucker. Stop calling me dumb or else I'm going to throw hands," you exclaimed in anger. "Huh? You want to cut off your hands and throw them?" Sukuna looked dumbfounded.

You burst out laughing. "Pfft, you old old wrinkly pruney old man," you wheezed.

"I have killed people for less you idiot girl. Who are you calling a wrinkly pruney old man? It seems like you love the idea of courting death." Sukuna was enraged. How dare a filthy woman call him old? He was literally in his prime.

“C-court-ing death pffft you old man.” You had tears in your eyes and your stomach hurt after laughing so much.

“What's wrong with what I said?” Sukuna grumbled.

“I think I should call you grandpa instead of daddy,” you wheezed again. It seems as if you were on crack cocaine just like gege in his recent chapters.

“What a fucking menace.” Sukuna crudely thought. After you sobered up you walked towards sukuna and hugged his leg, sukuna tried to kick you off but you stuck to him like glue. “I'm sorry for what I said sukuna. You were my favorite in the anime and manga though at times your fraudulent behavior made me rage.” (fraudkuna; the king of frauds)

you took a breath and continued to rant. “I mean like did you really have to possess Megumi? My poor baby. And what the fuck was up with the fight with Gojo? You weren't slick at all. Everyone hates you so much now. Like everyone’s calling you fraudkuna and shit. It was such a bitch move to use my emo gumi.” you squinted your eyes at him angrily. “I still like you so you should compensate me hmph.” you huffed.

“Your dicks would be enough for compensation? Noo wait! Your tongue on your stomach needs to be used as well.” you rambled. Sukuna patted your head, he looked very confused but understood some of what you were rambling. "So what l'm hearing is that my future self is a dumbass and you wanna get fucked by me?" Sukuna asked.

You shrugged, "Yeah that sums it up."

Sukuna burst out laughing. "Damn brat didn't know you were a kinky one." "Oh you're in for a treat," You winked at Sukuna.

"Kuna bro I forgot to ask but where are we?" You asked with a look of curiosity. "In my throne room." Sukuna curtly replied. You whistled.

"Give me a house tour? Pretty please" You batted your lashes at him. Sukuna tried to ignore you but you kept staring at him. It took him five minutes to give in. "Fine. Get up brat I”lI show you around." He grumbled and took you around the entire estate.

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[the-kr8tor]

Threaded Through

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 6.7k

Tags: Use of Y/N sparsely, No specific physical description of the reader (except for her clothing), Hobie is mentioned taller than R, CW food mention, Drinking, CW spiders, TW arachnophobia, Suggestive content, Fluff.

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CHAPTER 9 >>> CHAPTER 10

"Hobie!" You whisper yell, "what are you doing?" Eyes scanning the dark, ears perking up at the chains rattling.

"Relax, no one's here" Hobie slips through the metal gate where the chains of the lock stretched enough to give him room to wiggle himself inside. "C'mon then" he extends his hand to you, flexing his fingers impatiently. The dirty sign on the gate reads 'no trespassing' adding to your worry.

You tap your foot, biting your lip, looking behind the abandoned theme park. "Nuh uh, nope" shaking your head, you're sure something ran past behind a decrepit tent. "I'm not dying inside the old carnival! Let's just go back to the party"

"That party sucks, they're playing spin the bottle, bloody original of 'em" he scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Besides we've got the good booze" sure enough, Hobie brings out a bottle of vodka tucked inside his zipped leather jacket. The liquid swishes inside as he shakes it for good measure.

"Where'd you even get that?" You laugh, surprised, eyes twinkling in the moonlight.

"Brent's dad's liquor cabinet" he says, a smug smile on his lips. "Come the fuck on, I'm freezing my balls off" Hobie lifts up the chains as far as it would allow so you could duck under it.

"We have exams on Monday!"

"Easy enough, it's all just stock knowledge" he points at his temple.

"For you it is. I'm not like you, I actually need to revise."

"And you will, Come on" Hobie sees you sticking to your stance, sighing. "If i help you revise tomorrow will you come inside?"

"Fine, I'll blame you if we get murdered by a killer clown" You duck under while Hobie's hand shields your head from the rusty metal.

"I can take him–" Hobie stops mid sentence as you stand to your full height, face mere inches away from him. So close he can see every detail of your face, how the light bounces off your eyes, clouds of air puffing out of your lips. His breath hitches in his throat.

"You and those skinny arms? Don't think so, Hobs" you try to play it off, lips pursing closed, trying to even out your breathing. "Where to go next?" You chuckle nervously, stepping away from him, taking in his sudden silence as him being uncomfortable.

"I've been eyeing that ferris wheel" Hobie shakes his head, clearing his thoughts. He walks side by side with you, keeping you close. In case there is a killer clown on the loose.

Eyes on the rickety ride. "God, no! That thing hasn't been working since the eighties, you wanna kill us?" You didn't notice that Hobie's not next to you anymore, whirling, you look for him. "Hobie? Hobie! What the fuck?" Hugging your bubble jacket closer to you in comfort. "It's not funny, Hobart!" Yelling out, you have a sudden urge to run away, but you don't, not intending to leave him.

You jump when lights suddenly turn on, blinking at you. Colorful bulbs do their best to stay on after not being used for years. You gasp out, laughing breathlessly. The place doesn't seem so scary now. You half expect the speakers to come back to life, but it doesn't, the only noise is from the whirring of the old generator and crickets singing in the dark.

Hobie lingers on the side, bottle in hand, completely enthralled with you bathed in light. A love sick smile stuck on his face.

"Hobie! Holy shit" noticing him, you call out to your best friend, waving your arms in delight.

He saunters to you, absolutely smug, you scoff playfully at his ego. "Let's hear it" Hobie brings his hand to the shell of his ear, acting like he can't hear you.

"What do you want me to say? Good job?"

"How 'bout 'You're the man, Hobie!' Or just start showering me with praises"

"I'll shower you with that vodka if you don't stop"

"Rude of you to assume I wouldn't actually like that"

You shove him lightly, "Good job flicking a switch, Hobart"

"Oi, I had to figure out which switch to open"

Rolling your eyes, you grab his arm, putting a stop to your bickering, if you don't you two would've gone all night. Leading him further inside, Hobie slyly moves his arm so he could hold your hand instead, you pretend to not notice, finding the lights to be the most interesting thing in the world, your hand cups his warm ones, squeezing it lightly.

Friends do this too, right?

Hand in hand, you stop at a booth that looks like it was for some kind of carnival game. Cartoon clowns lined up on the far back, mouths open. There's still some stuffed toys hanging on the side of the booth albeit too dirty or broken to take with you.

"Oh man, I wanted one" You pout, leaning on the divider to check for better looking toys. Hobie copies your movement, rummaging behind the counter.

Something hits your head with a squeak, you glare at Hobie acting nonchalant, feigning innocence as he examines a soft ball. You bet that it squeaks when squeezed.

"Oh 'kay" you bite your lip, blindingly reaching out towards the first thing you touch, unfortunately for Hobie it was a crusty plushy, aiming for his head, it hits him square on the chest, leaving grime and cobwebs all over his jacket.

You laugh loudly as he wipes wildly at his clothes, yelping when his hand touches something wet.

"Disgusting!" Hobie has an idea, he extends his arms towards you for a hug, taking small strides. "Come here, lovey" with a mischievous glint in his eyes and a lopsided smile, he closes the distance.

"No, don't even think about it!" Walking backwards with a smile, your back hits a pole. "Ack!" You screech when he embraces you, warmth and his familiar scent wafts your senses. A giggle escapes you, making Hobie hug you tighter.

"Now we both smell" you try to wiggle out of his hold, Hobie shakes you from side to side, you go dizzy in his arms, going limp, feigning hurt. "Oi," he shakes you lightly, chuckling at your antics. "She's dead, I can finally sacrifice her to the clowns" he moves you towards the cartoon clowns.

You drag your feet, he carries your full weight. "A little help here?" Hobie asks, you open one eye only to tightly close it again. "I'm tryin' to appease the gods here y'know" he says in between laughs, flicking your forehead.

"Really clown gods? Could've chosen better ones" you smile giddily up at him, he beams back at you, cradling the back of your head.

He scoffs, "or a much more willing sacrifice" Hobie straightens you out, fixing the collar of your jacket. You let out a small thank you, hot where his fingers grazed your skin.

"I saw somethin' better than the ferris wheel" he mumbles out.

"Yeah? Let's go then" taking his hand in yours you loop your pinky finger with his. Hobie leads you with a wobbly smile.

—

Hobie helps you up on the large Gondola, an out of commission viking ride that's supposed to swing up and down, now it's inoperable, looking glum amidst the twinkling lights. A wooden mermaid is carved on its bow, marred by time and exposed to the elements. It must've been a sight back then.

Using your foot as leverage, Hobie lifts you up by your hand, "I've got you" he heaves, your foot loses balance on the edge, threatening to fall off. "Shit!" Gasping out, you reach for his neck as he panics to grab a hold of you.

"I have you—Holy fuck!" Hobie secures you by your waist, your eyes tightly closed, head right on the crook of his neck. "You okay?" He places you back on solid ground, the ride creaks in the wind.

"Yeah," you exhale a shaky breath. Pulling away. "I'm gonna need that vodka" sitting down on the boat, you gesture towards the bottle on the floor. It wasn't even a far fall if he didn't catch you, but the thought of you getting hurt sounded alarms in his head.

Hobie snickers, he opens the bottle before he hands it to you, fingers touching yours for a split second. It's more than enough to warm his skin, not needing the alcohol to heat him up anymore. You take a sip whilst Hobie lounges to the seat in front of you, arm stretched on the back of it, long legs propped up next to your lap.

The moon casts him in a dark shadow, his newly pierced ears glinting in the moonlight, he looks ethereal this way, divine and out of reach. The lights whir, having a hard time lighting the old place.

You do the same to him with a smirk, legs right next to his jeans, taking a swig while your eyes stay to him. The warm liquid slides to your throat, warming you immediately.

You have no idea the effect you have on him. Hobie clenches his fists, breathing staggered, eyes flickering to your lips. It's not your intention though, you just wanted to show off that you can take your alcohol.

Hobie taps your thigh with his boot, clearing his throat before talking, "you're gonna drink all of it" He takes the bottle from your hand as you cough loudly. "That's what you get for hoarding all the vodka" chastising you, he leans to pat your back with a lot of effort on his part, almost folding himself in half.

"Fuck, that's– whew" your face all scrunched up, regretting your choices. Coughing again, your throat burns.

"You good, Gromit?" He asks with a laugh.

"Did you bring water with you?" Tears prick your eyes, sniffling.

"No, didn't think to" Hobie says apologetically, he winces when you let out another cough.

"You could've grabbed a bottle? I feel like my throat has razor blades in it" clearing your throat, you knead at your neck.

"Your fault, love. I didn't dare you" He takes a sip, taking your slight cough as a cautionary tale.

"Why'd you take us to this death trap anyway? Wait, did you plan this?" You look at him with a raised brow, realization hitting you.

"Nah, I told you the party was boring me to death" he lies, but you know him too well, noticing his tells. The slight bob of his adam's apple, eyes flicking to the side of your face for a split second, fingers itching at the back of his hand. You don't mention it or even tease him about it, intending to enjoy your time together.

"Yeah, going to jail for underage drinking and trespassing sounds better" you laugh, Hobie brings his feet to your lap, soles grazing your jacket. To his surprise, you don't protest. Legs parallel to each other, you play with the aglet of his boots.

"No one goes here except for teenagers wanting a place to snog" he regrets his words immediately, his ears feel like it's about to burst into flames.

You look at him with a growing smirk, with the alcohol coursing through you, it gives you liquid courage when you say the next words. "You planning on snogging me here, Hobs?"

Hobie almost spit takes at your question, he answers with the same bravado, shyness nonexistent as he feels his skin warm up from the alcohol. "If I'm gonna snog you, we would be in a better place than this rust bucket"

Instantly sobering up, you blink in surprise, chuckling nervously. Biting more than you can chew, your eyes try to avoid his lips.

Sitting in an awkward silence, Hobie takes another swig, you hug your torso from the biting cold. The tension is thick, his legs sit heavy on your lap. He notices these kinds of silences have increased these last few years, Hobie hopes it's not because you're pulling away from him or worse, him pushing you away with his growing affections.

You finally try to cut the tension, "Can we–" Hobie thought of the same, unintentionally cutting you off.

"I'm–shit. Sorry, go on" He really wants to hear what your next words will be, it could either cross the line between your friendship into something more. Hobie anticipates, hanging to every syllable you would utter.

"Can we go home? This place kinda gives me the creeps" He did not expect that, "the lights help but now some of them are flickering and it's like something's gonna come out" biting your lip, you look at Hobie directly.

The only reason you want to go is to get rid of the awkwardness, blaming the dark yet romantic atmosphere. You want to stay, you really do, but if the air stays like this between you, you'd rather go home. Save yourself the embarrassment of pining for your best friend. Guess Hobie isn't the only one lying tonight.

"Yeah, sure" He sits up, dejected, legs retreating back to him.

"Sorry, what was it you're gonna say?" Leaning your elbows on top of your thighs, you take the bottle from Hobie, getting his attention.

He sighs, you see a rare sight. He looks somewhat afraid. Why would Hobie be afraid though? It's just you.

You try to encourage him with a joke, "you feeling okay? You look constipated, is it the vodka?" He chuckles, you stand up, mirroring his small smile.

But that's the thing, it's you, a few years ago his little crush turned into puppy love, and that love turned into full blown yearning, longing for you to see him as something else other than your 'best mate' at first he thought it was just a phase, muddled with his teenage hormones, latching to the closest person he feels attracted to. Then it persisted, he realized that his deep affection for you was something else entirely other than some hormone induced crush.

It was safe to say Hobie hated puberty.

He bites the bullet, if he's gonna tell anyone it would be you. "I'm leaving school"

"Oh" dropping down from the gondola, you hide your frown. He's leaving, he's leaving you. Hands shaking at the thought, you mindlessly walk away, following the brightest thing in the carnival. "Why are you leaving?" Trying to hide the shakiness of your voice, you wring your hands together, taking another sip of the warm liquid.

Is it you? Did you cross the border too much? Is he sick of you? The cold doesn't help with your thoughts.

"I don't like school, you know that" Hobie watches your retreating form, he knew you wouldn't take it well but it still hurts when you turned your back on him. "Y/n" he calls out as you step on the carousel.

Turning around, his explanation calmed you down a smidge. You try to fix your expression. The bright lights of the carousel envelopes you, a halo forming around your body. You give him your hundred dollar smile.

"Okay, just don't forget me when you're famous" laughing dryly, Hobie joins you in the light, taking your shaking hands.

Knowing you for a long time, he reads you like an open book, looping his pinky with yours, Hobie looks at you straight on.

"I'm staying in the city, just not at school. 'm not leaving" you, he wanted to add but he's not brave enough to say the word.

Inhaling, you focus on the horses instead of his hold on you. "You should've led with that," you say with a tight lipped smile, extending your encouragement to him, you swallow your sadness. "I'm proud of you, if anyone's gonna make it out there it would be you" finally looking at him, gold bounces off his iris, honeyed flecks dancing in his eyes. "You can go on tour if you want to, you don't have to stay in the city" with me, the words echo in your mind.

Telling the absolute truth, your face is serious, hiding the ache. You will always be supportive of him even if it means leaving you in the process.

"Well we have to build our reputation first before goin' on tour," Hobie sways your intertwined hands. "Besides, my number one fan is here, who's gonna cheer us on?" He gives you his best smile, the same one that haunts your dreams.

Legs wobble from under you, leaning towards him, Hobie's eyes widen at your movement.

You embrace him, head laying on his broad shoulder. Mind reeling, you can't help but feel you're holding him back from doing greater things.

A sharp whistle pulls you away.

—

Hobie opens his eyes, back aching from the lumpy settee, his right arm practically numb. He's not usually a morning person, but with you sleeping comfortably in his arms, he wants to wake up earlier just to see this rare sight. Hobie smiles at how relaxed your face is, brows unfurrowed, mouth slightly parted and your skin glistening in the early morning sun. Your back to the couch, squeezed in between him and the settee, Hobie's arm wrapped around your torso, protecting you from the springs protruding from the cushions. Your Hands tucked to his side, fingers curled unconsciously on his shirt.

He doesn't care that his long legs dangle off the armrest, couch too small for his tall stature, or how there's a crick in his neck. Despite it all, Hobie hasn't slept this well in a long time. He's glad last night wasn't all a dream. Gently caressing your cheek with his pinky just to make sure you're actually real in his embrace.

You shift in your sleep, licking your dry lips, inhaling a gulp of air. It's like you're attuned with his senses, already knowing he's wide awake. You fake sleep, acting like you're deep in slumberland. Feeling his chest rise up and down, you can't help but curl your lips into a small smile when he covers his leg over yours, securing you in his hold.

Hobie knows you're awake though, his enhanced senses telling him the shift in your heartbeat and breathing. He's in a good mood so he intends to tease you this morning. Testing to see what your reaction will be in this new found position he has you in.

He tries to leave the couch, carefully taking his arm from under you, leg up, untangling from yours. You immediately protest, grasping his torso with your eyes closed. Pulling him back down to your side. Chuckling at your reaction, butt hitting the cushions with a thud, he slides back down to your side, going back to the same position. Your cheek pressed to his chest as Hobie kneads at the soft skin of your waist.

Still in your outfit, his fingers fiddle with a sunflower stitched to your cami. You lean further into him, arm over his torso, feeling his warmth through his shirt.

You're the first one to speak, sleep still lingering in your voice. "You talked in your sleep"

"And you drooled all over me but no one's keeping track" Hobie's morning voice sounds deeper, goosebumps appear on your skin when you feel the vibration from his chest.

"Hmm" you hum, content in his arms, savoring the precious moment. "I don't drool" cracking one eye open, you fight the sleep off. You rile him up just to hear the deep rumble of his voice.

"There's a wet patch on my sleeve that begs to differ" he says, nuzzling your hair. "What did I say?"

"Hm, you woke me up for a bit when you said clowns and my name. Sounds like you were having a really good dream about me" you take a peek at him through half lidded eyes. Hobie gently rubs the sleep off the corners, you practically vibrate at his touch.

"Well, you are a clown" he quips, you gasp dramatically, grabbing the hem of his shirt, balling it in your fist.

"What did you say? You punk?" Trying to sound as menacing as possible even though you're half asleep, you smile through the threat.

"I said you're gorgeous" his eyes flick to your lips for a second before Hobie gives you his best smile. You feel like a gem in his gaze, letting out a small 'thought so'. "For a clown" he says against your lips, chasing the soft plush of it.

"You–!" Pushing him off the sofa, he laughs all the way down, his butt landing on the floor, back on the foot of the sofa. His hands glued to your waist, almost bringing you down with him. You lay upside down with Hobie's hand on you, his face upturned, inches away from yours.

Pecking the tip of his nose, you don't care for morning breath, with Hobie, nothing embarasses you anymore. He feels the same, leaning up to change the course of your kiss to his waiting lips.

Giggling, you cup his jaw, neck straining to reach him in the upside down kiss. Hobie feels like he's dreaming again.

Before the kiss could go any further, you pull away, already missing his lips. "Can I go shower?"

"Sorry, I should've brushed first" he winces.

"It's not that, we literally made out last night with shawarma breath. I don't give a shit, Hobs" you chuckle, leaving a chaste kiss on his lips for good measure. He grins at your words, "I just really need to get out of these clothes and wash my face"

"Right, You just want to wear my clothes" Hobie flicks your forehead, "perv"

"You're the perv, dreaming about me with clowns and shit" laughing, you sit upright, nudging him with your socked foot.

"Yeah, it was bloody steamy" he riles you up again, it doesn't work this time though.

"Tell me later" walking to the bathroom, you spare him a sly glance over your shoulder.

When did you get so immune to his teasing? Hobie feels he needs to up his game.

—

Hobie scrapes off the egg sticking to the pan, now in his home clothes, a plain band shirt with the sleeves cut off and sweatpants hanging low on his hips. Hissing when hot oil flies towards his hand.

He feels you before he hears you, shutting the bedroom door behind you, the broken answering machine takes your attention from Hobie's toned arms.

Wiping your arms with the towel, you glare at the machine. "What are you planning with this thing?" Gesturing vaguely.

"What thing?" Taking the mugs out of the cabinet, he spares a look behind him. Maybe he shouldn't have. You look right at home, his jumper hugs your torso comfortably, pajama pants that he hasn't worn in a long time fits just right on your waist.

Hobie wants to kiss you as soon as possible. His senses are still a bit wonky, jumping slightly when the bread digs out of the toaster.

"Your machine" moving closer to him, feet padding on the wooden floors, you take the plate full of eggs, scrambled for you, sunny side up for him. "Thanks, Hobs"

"Ah, you forgot somethin'" you hum curiously, letting him turn you back around by your shoulder. Thinking that he might hand you the mugs of tea, instead he kisses your cheek, you squeak out, carefully balancing the plate in your wobbly hand. "There, what's up with the machine?" He goes back to making tea as if he didn't steal a kiss right under your nose. You don't seem to mind though.

"I think you should just throw it out"

"I can still fix it" He pours milk into your cup.

"Hobie, I know you can but that thing is bloody cursed" tone serious, you place the eggs on the kitchen island.

He guffaws at your comment, he can't believe your minds are so in sync with each other, Hobie sometimes feels like you're connected to him.

He still asks you even though he knows your answer, a ploy to keep hearing your voice. "Why do you think it's cursed?"

"Well, you bought it off an estate sale, it's probably haunted by the old owner. Second, it shocked you while you were installing the damn thing." Hands on your hips, you lean on the counter. Hobie snickers at your comments. "And lastly it has committed a crime against us"

Hobie laughs loudly, shaking the boat slightly as he doubles over in laughter. "What's the crime that my machine committed?" Mirroring your stance, he drapes the dish cloth over his shoulder.

You bite the inside of your cheek with how attractive he looks right now. "Sabotage" mumbling it out.

"Sabotage?" Hobie closes the distance, hands lovingly holding your shoulders. You click your tongue, moving his hand from your shoulder up to your jaw before you place your hands back to your hips again.

He tilts his head, thumb circling over to your cheek. "Cursed or not, the thing's expensive. I can still fix it"

"My parents have a spare one, I can nick it for you" biting your lip, you say the next words softly like you're still unsure. "Take it as a housewarming present from me, before I move in?"

Hobie's giddy smile melts your trepidation, leaning in, he stops a few centimeters from your lips. Closing your eyes in anticipation. Your brows furrowed when you don't feel his lips on yours. Cracking your eyes open, you see Hobie smirking mischievously. Huffing, you stick out your tongue in annoyance. Pushing him away with your palm on his face.

He chuckles, pinching your nose for a brief second before going back to making your tea. His houseboat has never felt more like home before, Hobie thinks you're the missing piece in making it so.

—

Hobie and you share a plate, standing hip to hip near the kitchen island, forks fighting for the last bit of egg. Soft music plays in the background from his old record player, the slow song a rare one in his large collection of vinyls.

"Since when?" He stops attacking you with his fork, moving the egg closer to your side of the plate, surrendering.

"Hmm? Since when what?" You ask, cutting the egg in half, giving the bigger cut to him.

He hums appreciatively, bringing the egg to his mouth. Suddenly feeling anxious at what he's gonna say.

Drinking your tea, you wait for him to continue.

"Since when did you start fancying me?" You almost choke, eyes widening at his question. Hobie never fails to surprise you.

You swallow your breakfast, "well," buying time, sipping your drink. "I don't know the day exactly. I think everything just clicked for me" answering, you avoid his gaze.

Hobie moves your chin so he could look you in the eyes. He didn't confess to you and make things awkward between you. Breaking the tension, he moves closer, leaning against the counter. Hand comfortably pressed on the small of your back. You bring him closer by his waist, hand staying there.

"So you just woke up one day and went 'I fancy my best mate?'" Fully joking, he raises a pierced brow.

You chortle, "No, I remember it being gradual. Like slowly getting past your ego," he rolls his eyes, you chuckle at his reaction. "your teasing and all the spikes." Giggling, he clutches his nonexistent pearls. "I dunno exactly when" shrugging your shoulders, you tell the truth. "But a rough approximate, probably between year eight or nine"

"You fuckin' telling me I could've been holding you like this since year nine?"

You guffaw loudly, "maybe not like this! We would've been too young!"

"A couple of years later then" Hobie matches your laugh, hugging you closer.

After a minute of comfortable silence, you continue to eat while still clinging to each other, Hobie pipes up. "Do you have someplace to be today?" He hopes for a 'no'

"Yeah, I have to go back to campus to submit my papers for graduation" biting a piece of your toast, noticing his lack of reply. "Or I can do that tomorrow." You see him perk up in your peripheral, "deadline isn't till next week anyway" slyly side eyeing him, a cheeky smile on your giddy face.

"Good" He acts disinterested. Hiding his smile behind his mug, but you know better.

You wait for a few seconds, smirk slowly spreading on your lips. "You've got something planned for us?"

Hobie chuckles, "Nah, just wanna stay home" he wipes the crumbs off your chin. "With you"

"Oohh I feel so special" leaning into his touch, you blink at him prettily.

"Gorgeous" he softly says, staring deep into your eyes.

"Yeah? Even with crumbs all over me?"

Without warning, He lifts you up by your thighs effortlessly. Laughter fills the modest boat, you cling to his neck, leaning down to kiss him. He tastes sweet because of the tea, you savor him, legs tightening around his waist. Humming into the kiss. His hands squeeze your upper thighs, still at a respectable distance.

Thanks to his new found senses, Hobie leads you back to the couch, a feat in itself without bumping into furniture while his eyes are closed. His back lands on the lumpy cushions, earning him a groan as he feels the friction between you. Kissing you deeper, fingers massaging the back of your neck.

You arch your back, Hobie lets out a deep sound from the back of his throat. Needing air, you pull away with a breathless smile.

"Fuck" His chest heaves up and down, half lidded eyes stare up at you.

Chuckling, satisfied at his reaction, you lean back down to pepper his jaw with kisses. Hobie laughs (which sounded more like a giggle to you) with every smack of your lips on his skin.

"You sound" kiss "so manly" kiss "right now"

"That so?" Surroundings blur as he flips you over quickly but carefully, a large hand cradling the back of your head so that you don't hit the armrest. Your back landing on the cushion, legs still wrapped around his waist. His arms cageing you, grinning down at your flustered face. His necklace swings over your face, you restrain yourself from grabbing it to pull him further down to you.

You gulp down on air, like butter on a hot pan, you melt under him. Hobie sees your bare fingers, having an idea. With love seeping out of his pores, he slips his favourite ring off his finger. You give him a curious stare, feeling loopy with all the affections.

"Hand" he instructs you with a goofy smile, fingers flexing towards you. Shaking your head, you play hard to get. He rolls his eyes, smiling staying put. "Please"

Giggling, you give him your left hand, your heart threatening to pump out of your chest as he slips the metal ring to your pointing finger. You bite your lip when the ring twirls around your finger, ring too big for it. He huffs, sparing you a playful glance. You shrug, biting your lip to tamp down your giddy laughter.

Hobie takes the ring out for a second before putting it on your middle finger, it fits perfectly around you. The metal arms of the spider curl around your finger, hugging it. The red gleam of its eyes makes it look alive.

You bring the hand closer to your face, fanning your face like a southern bell about to faint from the summer heat.

Hobie's face feels like it's about to set on fire, pulse drumming loudly against his skin. He laughs at your antics. Admiring his ring on you.

"I made you so soft for me" your eyes tender, saying it in a sing-song cadence, hand reaching up to cup his cheek. You feel how warm he is, his ring grants him reprieve, cooling down a tiny area of his skin.

"Not soft right now though" Hobie leans down with a grin. You know exactly what he meant.

Gasping out, "Hobie! You–" Hobie cuts you off by blowing raspberries on the soft plush of your neck.

—

Hobie drops you off in front of your dorm building, you're practically wearing his wardrobe, save for your own shoes. Leather jacket over his jumper, too long jeans that he folded on each leg so you don't trip over the denim. His ring shines in the late morning sun right on your middle finger, still giddy at the thought of you wearing it. Your heavy bag full of clothes slung over your shoulder.

Hobie sits on his bike, motor still running, his hands sit comfortably on your waist. You're slotted in between his legs, fingers fixing the stray threads on his leather vest that you've lovingly given to him.

You've (reluctantly) come back to the dorms to submit your graduation requirements, having the entire day to yourself (to your dismay) but it's a necessary evil so you could spend the entire day with him tomorrow.

"You sure you don't want me to pick you up tomorrow?" He loops his thumb over your (his) belt loop.

"Nope, I can meet you there. I need to drop by aunt Janet's for my last order and you've got that protest. I can go with you if I finish early though"

"Right, call me if you need a ride" Hobie doesn't want to pressure you or worse, make you feel stifled.

"Mm-hmm, it's just a roll of fabric. I've managed before" you act brave in front of him. Truth be told, you want him next to you the entire day tomorrow, but you don't want him to think you're being too clingy. You're gonna move in with him anyway.

"Then I'll help you move in" as if reading your mind, Hobie pipes up excitedly.

"Then you can help me move in" chuckling, you agree with him. "First proper date tomorrow, huh?"

Hobie snorts, "Don't think that's the first one ever. We've been on hundreds"

"Yeah, but this one would be the first proper one. You asked me this time" looking at him through your eyelashes you can't help but peck his cheek. "You've got a plan for us then?"

"Maybe" Hobie guides your face with his hand, moving you to his lips instead. "Hell, I'll even get you flowers if you want. Since it's the first proper one" he says against your kiss bitten lips.

"Looking forward to it then" kissing him goodbye, you embrace him tightly. "Oh!" Pulling away suddenly, he pouts his lips. "I almost forgot, here" you take something out of your bag, placing it in his hand.

He looks at the red and blue spider trapped inside the glass casing, "it's dead right?"

"Yeah, you squished it. I've been meaning to give it to you since you gave me one" showing your ringed finger, twirling the metal spider around.

"How romantic, a dead spider" He says deadpanned, side eyeing you.

"Fine, give it here. Peter will love it" reaching over to take it from Hobie, he moves it away from you.

"Nah, it's mine. You gave it to me first" clicking his tongue, eyes crinkling in the corners, Hobie pockets it with a ghost of a smile.

You shake your head with a loopy grin, pecking his lips one last time before leaving. "Drive carefully" eyes soft, leaving one last kiss for good measure.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow, love" He chases your lips, hesitantly pulling away.

—

You bump into your RA in the hallway, she looks at you from head to toe, clearly not in your own clothes.

"Fun night?" She asks with a knowing smirk.

"Very fun" you indulge her because of your good mood. She does a double take, not expecting you to actually answer her like that.

—

You sigh for the umpteenth time, closing the door to the admin's office. Still in Hobie's clothes, coming down from the high of being with him, you crave him more. Having some sort of withdrawal symptoms, feeling jittery and excited to see him again. Of course you wouldn't tell him that or he'll endlessly tease you about it.

Smiling like a mad woman, you walk past your old classroom.

"L/n!" Mrs. Williams calls out to you. Surprised she knows your last name or even remembers you. You peek around the corner, seeing her sitting down on her desk littered with stacks of papers and Manila envelopes.

"Good afternoon, professor" smiling politely, she gestures for you to come inside.

Truth be told, you were saving her for last on submitting your requirements, even though she was strict and (undeniably) terrifying, Mrs. Williams was an inspiration to you. Always prim and proper, her talent in designing is top tier. You learned a lot from her.

You stop right next to her desk, glancing at the various portfolios on her desk. Spotting yours in the forefront, you flick your eyes back to the brunette, hiding your sudden nervousness. Maybe you should've changed into something more fashionable before going back to campus. Hiding your hands inside Hobie's sleeves, you anxiously pick at your nail polish or what's left of it.

"Knock knock" someone suddenly knocks on the (already) open doors with enthusiasm. Turning around, you recognize the man as Mr. Riley from the fashion show, he holds two lattes in his hand.

He stands up straight the moment he spots you, "oh great timing"

"I assume you've met each other?" The woman genuinely smiles at Mr. Riley.

"Yes," answering, you don't miss their lingering looks towards one another as Mr. Riley gives her the latte.

"I was about to tell her about your proposition" Williams says through her paper cup.

Snapping out of it, Mr. Riley gives you his best smile. "Well, I've faxed my boss your portfolio and she absolutely loves it!" You beam at his words. "We would really love it for you to be part of the team after you graduate"

"That's amazing! I–I don't know what to say" you roam your eyes towards your professor for approval, she looks at you with a nod and small smile. "Thank you!" You laugh in bewilderment.

"Is that a yes?" Riley brings his hand for you to shake. "Of course we'll give you ample time to sort your papers for the move. Two months seems like the right timeline."

You were about to shake his hand to accept his offer but you stop halfway when he says the word 'move'. "I have to move? Where exactly?" Voice shaking, you drop your hand back to your side.

"L.A. in America" He says as if that's the closest place to move to. "You know, where our headquarters are?"

Mrs. Williams notices your knitted brows and slow blinks. "Ian, may I talk to my student for a minute" she looks up at him through her long lashes.

"Yeah– of course, I forgot your scones anyway. Be right back!" He walks away, shutting the door behind him.

Heart stuck in your throat, you look at your professor for guidance.

"Listen, out of the entire graduating class, only three were approved. One of them is you."

You release a shaky breath, lips tightening to a flat line, trying to stop your heaving. Your excitement turns into something indistinguishable, something that feels unwarranted, a stabbing sensation all over your skin.

Williams takes your portfolio in hand, flipping through it. "You see this?" She shows you a sketch of Hobie's outfit, his eyes seem to pierce through you. "This is the outfit, the only reason it didn't make it to the top three is because there wasn't enough of you in it."

You try to wrap your mind around her statement, ears focused on her words.

"I understand your…" she tries to find the right words. "...worry. But you must understand, not a lot of people get this opportunity. Don't let it pass you by"

You recognize those words, heart clenching at the different meaning behind it.

"Riley will only be here till next week, you have that time to decide. Please take my words into consideration, I want all my students to thrive."

You nod, murmuring a small 'thank you'. Walking away from the room, you slip away to an empty broom closet. Mind racing, it all stops to him, his smiling face appears in your mind's eye, voice echoing amidst the rushing and chaos of your thoughts.

Silent tears slide down your cheeks. You don't even know why you're crying. Already knowing what to do, wiping your eyes, tears sticking on your lashes, you already know, Right?

A/N: Thank you for reading! I can't believe we're almost at the end 😭 let me know your thoughts ❤️

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Cruising Love Pt. 2.1

Two Shot Request

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Kayla)

Jimmy Uso x Trin

Roman x Black Female OC! (Robin)

Sefa x Black Female OC! (Cameron)

Montez Ford x Bianca Belair

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut,

Thank you for the request and for trusting me once again @royalkay23

Jey has planned a five-day cruise to the Bahamas and Puerto Rico for his girlfriend Kayla’s birthday. Jey is determined to make sure the trip goes smoothly as he’s enlisted his family and friends to help him plan the perfect wedding proposal.

His plans are in danger of going up in smoke as his toxic ex is also on the cruise and is desperate to rekindle their toxic burning flame.

Will Jey give in, or will he stand strong in his love and devotion to Kayla and leave the past in the past?

Regen Seven Seas Cruise

Nassau, Bahamas

Middle Deck

Jey’s POV

“I don’t know what the fuck happened, I swear,” I said looking into the cold eyes of Joe as we ate lunch. “Kayla cried almost all night and that I have a problem with that. She didn’t deserve that,” he said, each word stabbing me in the chest.

“I know she didn’t, but I deserved everything I damn got last night,” I said as Jimmy laughed out loud.

“Damn right you deserved to get your shit rocked. What I can’t figure out is why you did it purposely,” Jimmy said as I frowned at him.

“What the hell you talking about? Are you still drunk from last night?” I asked as he chuckled.

“Oh, I’m sober and now that you are, when are you gon’ admit your ass was drunk and them demons was talking to your ass,” he said as it was my turn to chuckle.

“I ain’t got no demons twin, I’m good,” I said as Sefa raised his eyebrow at me. “I beg to differ; I think Jimmy on to something. Now spill it or we won’t help you fix this fuckin shit show',” Sefa said as I sighed dropping my fork.

“It ain’t nothing to tell. One minute she was actin’ nice and the next minute, it was the old Danielle trying to reel my ass back in. I just thought if I danced with her, I could get her off my back,” I said as Jimmy frowned at me.

“Yo ass shoulda’ walked away the minute she approached you. That’s why you in this mess now, always too afraid to hurt folks’ feelings even when they’ve treated you like shit,” he hissed as I felt my frustration building as he looked at me.

 Judging me for being human and trying to give people the benefit of the doubt.

“Stop looking at me like that, I knew it was wrong and I stopped it. I told her I loved Kay, and I couldn’t do that to her and wouldn’t. I just don’t can’t imagine how it looked to ya’ll though,” I said to Sefa as he seemed in deep thought.

“It looked real bad bro; I saw you before the girls did and I couldn’t believe you would put yourself out there like that.”

“So, ain’t no old feelings hiding inside you for Danielle?” Joe asked as I growled at the thought.

“Stop playin’ with me Joe, you know I love Kayla,” I said as he sipped on his beer almost questioning if I was lying or not.

“Your subconsciously insecure,” Jimmy blurted out as I looked at him like he was crazy.

“Subconsciously insecure...What the hell you talkin' bout?" I hissed as Sefa pointed at Jimmy and nodded. “That’s the word I was thinking too,” he said as I felt attacked.

“Ok, since ya’ll got a therapist degree? What am I insecure about what?” I asked as Joe looked at the three of us confused.

“Yourself and whether you feel someone will love you for you or have a motive,” Jimmy said sending chills down my spine.

 He called me out on it and I couldn’t say anything as he read me like a book.

 “Jey, you seem to forget Sefa stayed wit ya’ll before he bought his house. He’s seen a lot of shit, we all have,” Jimmy said as Sefa sighed putting his head down, avoiding my gaze as the table got quiet and my thoughts began to drift.

Man, that was a crazy time when Sefa moved in with me. Danielle and I were at the height of our craziness, and it was a month before I found out about the money she had stolen.

The fighting was almost nonstop at that point every word out of her mouth was something to try to rile me up. Then when I would explode, she would throw on the tears and I would give in because I loved her.

Yea, definitely toxic shit…..

------

One Month before breakup.

“Look, my brother is upstairs can you keep it down,” I hissed as Danielle whined. “Ugh, why did you tell him he could move in. He could have gone to your parents, he is their kid,” Danielle said as I chuckled.

“Because I said he could, but I see what this is about. Your pissed because I didn’t buy that diamond bracelet you wanted so now you trying to get me worked up and start an argument,” I said onto the bullshit.

“You should count your blessings that I am even here. No woman wants a man who’s gone all the time, you should be kissing me feet. I’m still here and you should have no problem giving me anything I want. No woman will ever want you, your life is too fuckin’ complicated, Jey.” Danielle said sipping out of her wine glass.

 “Well, you can leave anytime you like because I ain’t buying that bracelet. You just spent three grand yesterday on clothes and shoes. Hell, I don’t want another you, I’ll stay single and die first. You gettin’ more shit than me and it’s my money,” I countered as she scoffed pouring herself another glass of wine.

“Fine, I guess I can cut back on shopping a little. I need to remember you’re not going to go far with this wrestling thing.  You need to save your little coins for when the glory ride is over.”

“Are you really sayin’ this shit to me because I wouldn’t buy you a fuckin bracelet or is this how you really feel,” I hissed in anger.

“I mean ya’ll a good tag team, but I don’t see ya’ll splitting up and taking the world by storm as single competitors. The crowd will never rock with you like that,” she said laughing.

“Danielle, you can be such a bitch,” I whispered sipping on my glass of brandy.  “What? I’m just letting you know the real deal; you know that right?” she said casually as I put my glass down and went upstairs.

“Aww, did that hurt your feelings! I’m sorry baby,” she said laughing walking behind me. “Leave me alone Danielle, I ain’t doin’ this shit tonight,” I whispered slamming the door in her face as she began pounding on it.

“Come on, I’m just preparing you because I love you.” she said as I began packing her a bag.

“Tired of this shit, it’s like begging for punishment. This toxic shit ain’t normal,” I muttered slanging the bag over my shoulder, storming out of my room.

“What are you doing?” Danielle asked in shock, seeming to sober up as I walked down the stairs. “Getting you out of my house since its very obvious you don’t want to be here,” I said opening the door and throwing her bag outside.

“Josh, don’t do this baby, I’m so sorry,” she cried going outside to get her bag as I slammed the door.

“Don’t do this to me! You know I love you, don’t do this,” Danielle cried beating her hands against the door as I fought the angel and devil inside me as to let her back in or not.

I couldn’t stand to see her cry, not even after the hurtful shit she had just said. I loved her and she knew it.

“Don’t give up on us baby, you know nobody will ever love you like me. Open the door so we can talk, I love you,” she sobbed as I hit the door in frustration, wiping my tears. Damn, why couldn’t we just be normal!

I looked up and saw Sefa at the top of the stairs frozen. “Do I need to call the cops.”

“Nah, everything is alright, Uce. I’m sorry we woke you up with this shit,” I whispered as he frowned.

“Don’t let her keep doing this to you, Jey. She is using you and you need to open your eyes,” he said before going back to his room.

“Jey, please open the door!” Danielle cried as I unlocked the door and let her back in. “I’m so sorry! I don’t know what came over me,” Danielle whimpered, running into my arms.

After all the shit she said to me I’m comforting her, WTF is wrong with me.

“I’m sorry Jey, I just feel like sometimes I don’t belong, and I don’t want to lose you. So, I just say things I don’t mean,” she cried as I held her close.

 “You ain’t gon’ lose me Dani, I love you. If it will make you feel better, we can go get the bracelet tomorrow,” I said as she nodded.

“Thank you, baby, you’re the best,” she sniffed as I cringed. Damn, the tears sure stopped really quick. She had got me again….

--

Sitting in the midst of the silence and remembering the chaotic shit that I had pushed out of my brain was making me see things even clearer.

“I feel fucking sick,” I mumbled as Joe’s eyes softened.

“Let’s lay off ya’ll, he doesn’t look so good,” Joe said as I felt my stomach churning even more.

“I am subconsciously insecure, they right. Sometimes I don’t think I’m not worthy of Kayla," I said actually relieved that I finally admitted it to myself.

“I saw firsthand some of the shit you went through. So, I get it, we all get it,” Sefa said as Jimmy nodded in agreement.

“How much does Kayla know about Danielle?” he asked as I sighed.

“Only that we broke up about her stealing the money, I could tell she knew it was more to the story, but she never pushed me,” I said as Joe rubbed his beard.

“Uce, you need to tell her everything and I mean everything. She deserves to know,” Sefa said as I nodded in agreement.

I’mma tell her, I just hope she listens when I do tell her.”

“You know we got ya’ back and gonna help anyway we can,” Jimmy said as we got quiet seeing Montez heading our way.

“Sorry I missed ya’ll text, Bianca had to check on some stuff and needed my help.”

“Nah, you good, Uce, it gave us a chance to have a lil family chat,” I said wondering what Kayla was doing.

--

Top deck

Kayla’s POV

After a good cry I dusted myself off and got ready for the day. This evening was supposed to be my first pre-birthday dinner and I was miserable sitting at the table with my girls.

“Passengers enjoy your time here in the Bahamas. Enjoy your island experience and be safe. Announcements and corresponding messages will be sent out as we grow closer to our departure time,” the announcer said as I sighed playing over my food.

“I’mma need you to snap out of this, we in the damn Bahamas,” Trin said as I took a deep breath.

“I’m pissed and I can’t help it. I mean why would he ever go near her? Does he still love her?” I asked truly trying to figure out how the hell did she even end in his arms.”

“Look, I know you’re mad but don’t let this spoil your trip. Tonight is your first birthday dinner and we all helped Jey plan it,” Cameron said as I cracked a small smile.

“Ya’ll always helping us out. What would we do without ya’ll?” I asked as Robin shrugged her shoulders and snickered.

“Catch some cases because I just knew you were gon’ throw that girl overboard last night,” she said as the rest of the girls laughed.

“It’s not funny ya’ll,” I said trying to avoid looking at them, hiding my own smile.

She better stay outta my way, I can tell you that. I always believe that you check your man, but I wanted to beat her ass so bad I could taste it.”

“She ain’t crazy, I heard when you mushed dat big ass forehead she got the hell on,” Bianca said as I laughed in spite of how I was feeling on the inside.

“She was doing all that big talk and hauled ass too quick,” Trin said as I played with my bracelet on my wrist trying to not think about beating Danielle’s ass.

“Look, go get a nap and get yourself together because we gon’ party tonight,” Robin said sensing my discomfort.

“Ok, I’ll try,” I said getting up giving them each a hug before I took that long lonely walk back to our suite.

Meliza Restaurant

Jey’s POV

“You think you slick putting that up under my girl post,” Bianca said looking at Kayla’s Instagram post and liking it.

“Look, I told no lies, she is mine,” I whispered as Kayla and Cameron walked ahead of us.

“You lucky she didn’t cuss yo’ ass out,” Sefa said as I smirked.

“She done told yo’ ass she is the visuals. You better get it together,” Montez said as we walked into the restaurant.

 “I am, ya’ll just stick to the plan to get us to sit by each other,” I said as Bianca snickered. “She gon’ cuss ya’ll asses out and I can’t wait,” she said walking away and shaking her head as I fixed my tie.

“Relax man, Joe is on it, that’s why he’s walking up there with Jimmy. They plannin’ to make sure ya’ll end up beside each other,” he said as I silently prayed that she’ll love the dinner and after this maybe we could talk.

Kayla’s POV

Reservation for Fatu,” Jey said as the host smiled. “We just got everything done Mr. Fatu, and we hope it’s to your satisfaction,” he said leading us to our table.

“Oh, this is nice,” Robin whispered as I looked at Jey in disbelief everything was beautiful. No matter what was going on at the moment I was thankful.

 “Thank you, everything is really beautiful,” I whispered as he smiled at me making my heart race.

“You never have to thank me baby, I love you,” he said kissing my hand as I felt some of my anger resolving but not for long as I saw everyone rushing to a seat leaving only the two chairs in the middle.

 “Come on sit by me Kayla,” Cameron said as I scoffed. “Ya’ll ain’t slick, I’m not sitting by Jey tonight. Somebody gotta move,” I said as Jey sucked on his teeth.

 “Your being childish,” he said as I rolled my eyes. “And you were acting single last night so I decided it’s only right to oblige you,” I said as he growled.

“I can move Kayla, come on,” Joe said waving me over as Robin slyly slid over and Jey took her seat previous seat.

“Sit down Kayla,” Jey whispered as I stood looking at him like he was crazy.

“Can I sit by you Cameron?” I asked as she got up and switched seats with me. Hearing the snickers at the table I knew Jey wasn’t giving up.

 “Sefa, can we switch?” Jey asked as I raised an eyebrow at his antics.

“Fine, we can sit in the middle together. I don’t feel like playin’ musical chairs wit yo’ ass all night, but don’t talk to me Fatu,” I said going back to my original seat, wanting to knock the smile off his face.

“See how easy it is when you just cooperate,” Jey said sitting down beside me as I looked over at Bianca who silently told me to take a deep breath.

Yea, this was going to be a long ass night.

The food was excellent, and the girls did a good job in keeping me preoccupied on the dance floor. I ignored Jey but it didn’t seem to faze him. “We need to talk babe,” he whispered as I nodded knowing he was right, but I didn’t feel like it tonight.

“So, what is the plan for tomorrow?” Joe asked as I shrugged. “Maybe check out the shops and the beach,” I said Jey cleared his throat as I looked at him. “Maybe we could grab dinner on the beach and get some alone time.”

“Aww, I thought after last night you would be asking Danielle,” I said without missing a beat as he sighed. “Damn, that’s cold,” Jimmy whispered as Trin hit him on the shoulder.

“Stop making it worse,” she hissed at him as rubbed his shoulder.

Jey’s POV

“Look, we are talking after this dinner, and I mean it,” I hissed as Kayla sipped on her glass of wine with a frown.  I didn’t mean for it to come out so harsh, I’m just frustrated as hell.

Out the corner of my eye I see the waiter approaching us carrying a glass of wine and sitting it in front of Kayla who seems perplexed.

“Uh, nobody here ordered another glass of wine,” I said as the waiter smiled.

“Compliments of the gentleman at the bar,” the waiter said pointing to a man sitting at the bar with his glass raised towards Kayla.

“Who the fuck is that and why is he sending you drinks?” I asked, pulling the glass of wine in front of me wanting to get some answers.

“I don’t know who he is, but give me back my shit,” Kayla said reaching over and taking the glass back.

“Kayla who is that?” I asked trying to keep my cool. “I don’t know but it was a nice gesture,” she said lifting her glass into the air towards the stranger before taking a sip.

“Ah, shit,” I heard Joe whisper as I shot him a look before looking back at Kayla.

“So, some random motherfucka just wants to buy you a glass of wine, huh?” I asked as she shrugged her shoulders.

“I guess so,” she said casually sipping her wine enjoying my discomfort.

“Hey, that’s the cutie from the club last night that bought us that round of shots,” Cameron whispered to Bianca and Robin as I sneered.

I didn’t have time to let my thoughts run away for long as he stood up and began walking towards us.

“Aye, keep your cool, ain’t nobody trying to go to jail. We ain’t in the states,” Jimmy whispered as this motherfucker stood boldly in front of Kayla and me.

He literally is eying her up and down like she’s dessert.

“I heard it was your birthday, so I ordered you a glass of wine,” he said reaching down, taking Kayla’s hand in his and placing a kiss on her hand.

“What the fuck?” I hissed as Kayla seemed confused but smiled. “Uh, well, it’s not my birthday yet, but thank you for the kind gesture,” she said as I rolled my eyes. “You are very welcome, my name is Colton,” he said as I growled.

“Ok, you can move on now Colton, this is a family dinner and you ain’t invited,” I said as Sefa touched my shoulder. “Aye, just breathe man,” Joe whispered as unclenched my fist.

Who the fuck does he think he is? Kayla is my woman, how dare he even fucking look at her.

“Could I trouble you for a dance.”

“Nah, she’s good, move on,” I said as Kayla sipped on her wine. “Sure, I would love to Colton,” she said standing up.

“So, you just gon’ act like I ain’t sitting right here, Kayla?” I asked as she looked back at me.

 “Yep, just like how you acted like I wasn’t on the ship last night when you were dancing with Danielle,” she whispered as Robin and Joe cringed.

I flinched at her words but didn’t say anything, instead I watched them like a hawk as she followed him onto the dance floor.

 “Uce, you need to breathe,” Jimmy said as I ignored him and looked over at Joe who seemed like he was just waiting for me to say the word.

“Go get her Joe, before I kill this mothafucka,” I hissed as Joe got up without hesitation and went over to get Kayla.

“You trippin ‘Jey,” Robin said as I growled seeing Joe coming back over without her.

“Aye, you gon’ have to handle that, Uce,” he said sitting down clearing his throat.

“What did she say?” Bianca asked as Joe sighed. “She told me she loved me, but to take my ass back to my seat. Yea, and to tell you to fuck off,” he said pointing at me.

“How bout you take your ass over there and get your own woman,” Trin said as I sucked on my teeth.

“Jimmy and Sefa go get her,” I said my eyes focused on this clown’s hands resting on her lower back as they danced.

“I don’t see why she can’t dance with him? What they doin’ is a simple two step, barely even touching. What you had going on last night was a ho bumping and grindin’ up on you and trying to kiss you,” Robin said as Joe leaned over and whispered in her ear as she rolled her eyes at me.

“I agree, it ain’t the same,” Trin said as Jimmy looked at me and I gave him the signal tuning the girls out.

“A’ight let’s go Sefa, but I ain’t trying to get cussed out,” Jimmy said as Trin shook her head. “I hope she do cuss yo’ ass out because he needs to be takin’ his ass over there and not ya’ll,” Trin said as Bianca shook her head and looked over at Montez who he held his hands up.

 “I ain’t goin’ over there so don’t look at me like dat. I do got some sense,” he said as she seemed pleased with her answer.

Kayla’s POV

I want him to feel how I felt last night. If you feel how I felt last night, maybe you will think before you put yourself in these stupid positions.

“Ya’ man seemed very upset, I didn’t mean any harm,” Colton said as I nodded. “He’s really mad about something else, it has nothing to do with you. Plus, it’s just a harmless dance and I’m Kayla by the way,” I said as he smiled.

“Yes, it is, and I meant no disrespect. It’s just you looked like you could use a break and it’s nice to meet you Kayla,” he said as I smiled.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” I said as he looked over my shoulder.

“Here comes some more of your friends,” he whispered as I rolled my eyes. I knew it was Sefa and Jimmy

“Uh, sis, Jey wants to holla at you right quick,” Jimmy said gently touching my shoulder as Colton cleared his throat and stepped back.

“I don’t give a damn what he wants Jimmy.”

“Let’s get some air sis, tensions are high, and we just need to cool off. Uce, is feeling some type of way-” Sefa started as I interrupted him.

“Tell your brother I’m a grown ass woman and I don’t give a damn how he’s feeling. He can kiss my ass for all I care, now relay that message,” I whispered to him so Colton nor Jimmy could hear me.

Sefa nodded, rubbing his hand over his beard before walking back towards our table with Jimmy in tow.

The anger that flashed across Jey’s face as Sefa relayed the message didn’t frighten me at all as he stood up and began walking towards us.

“Look, Imma head out, my friends are back,” Colton said pointing at two guys standing by the entrance as they smiled and waved.

“I think it’s best,” I said waving back at them as Colton nodded. 

“Have a good rest of your trip, and Happy Birthday Kayla.”

“Thank you and the same to you,” I said as Jey casually tapped him on the shoulder before we could go our separate ways.

“Sorry to cut in, but it’s my turn,” Jey said grabbing my hand, pulling me to him before Colton could even respond.

Reading the room, Colton held his hands up in surrender. “She’s all yours big guy, I was just about to leave anyway,” he said as Jey smirked at him.

“I’m glad you realize that, now take yo’ ass on,” Jey said as I shook my head. “Bye Colton and thanks,” I said as he smiled and waved before walking back over to his friends as Jey wore a deep frown.

“That was rude,” I said as he scoffed. “Yea, it was rude and I don’t give a fuck. You really think I was gon’ let that shit ride, another man trying to push up on you, fuck you thought was gon’ happen.”

“Jey, I’m a grown ass woman,” I hissed as he licked his lips caressing my hips.

“Yea, you are and I’m a grown ass man. So, I don’t mind coming to get my woman,” Jey said as I smiled.

 “Oh, really, because I wasn’t aware I was your woman because you damn sure seemed to have a lapse of memory last night,” I said as he pulled me closer.

“Look, I get it, Kay. I hurt you, but when are you going to actually listen to me and let me explain,” he said as I pushed him away.

“When you actually understand how that shit made me feel and want to have a real conversation about why you even put yourself in that kind of position to begin with, especially with her, and speak of the devil, there she is.”

“What are you talking about?” he whispered as I pointed to the entrance and there stood Danielle with a smirk.

“Let’s just go Kayla, it ain’t worth it.”

“No, I ain’t going nowhere, this is my night. That bitch can leave,” I said as Danielle, and I stared each other down from across the room.

Sefa’ POV

“I know this isn’t happening,” I whispered seeing Danielle and hearing Cameron’s sharp intake of breath.

“I’mma beat this bitch ass,” Bianca said as Montez shushed her.

“Don’t shush me….I’m just sayin’ she got one time and she mine,” Bianca said as he tried to calm her down.

“All the places on this fuckin’ island and she’s here,” Robin said as Joe seemed speechless. “It’s the audacity for me,” Trin said as Jimmy nodded.

“Damn, she really just thinks she can do what she wants,” Jimmy said as Kayla and Jey came and sat back down.

“Boo, you ready to go?” Robin asked as Kayla laughed.

“Nah, I’m about to beat her ass and then we can leave.”

“Excuse me, what?” Jey asked as Kayla took off her earrings.

“You heard me, I’m bout to beat her motherfuckin’ ass, and then we can leave,” Kayla said louder as Bianca smirked.

“That’s my girl, whoop dat bitch ass. She been playin’ in your face like she ain’t got no sense.”

“Maybe we should just leave,” Joe said as Danielle walked in front of Jey and Kayla.

“Joe, I love you for trying to be the voice of reason, but she got this one coming,” Trin whispered as I saw Kayla shift in her seat wearing a smile.

Danielle had just walked into the lion’s den and didn’t even know it.

Kayla’s POV

“Aww, Jey you still going all out for special occasions I see,” Danielle said picking up a glass from off the table as I smirked at her, as Jey was livid.

“Leave Danielle-” Jey hissed as I interrupted him.

“Jey, don’t say another word, I got it. Danielle, let me holla at you on the terrace,” I said standing up with my glass a wine as everyone looked on almost scared to move.

“Oou, you in danger girl, and don’t even know it,” Trin whispered as I smiled, playing it cool.

“Sure, I see no reason as to why we can’t have a conversation like grown women,” she said heading towards the terrace as Jey stood up.

“Kayla, baby, I can-”

“Your not needed for this conversation,” I said as his eyes pleaded with me to not do anything crazy.

“I’m fine….It’s cool,” I said giving his hand a comforting squeeze before following her onto the terrace and closing the door behind me.

The waves crashing upon the shore represented my own anger that was raging inside me as we were finally standing face to face.

Her smugness pissing me off, but I couldn’t let it show. I needed answers first, and after that…..  Oh, I’mma  beat dat ass for the 9-9- and the 2000’s.

“I’m glad we could talk after last night,” Danielle said as I nodded.

“After last night, I was so crazy angry. I was wondering what I’d do if I saw you again.  I mean would I just lose control and beat yo’ ass on site.” I said as Danielle backed up slightly holding her hands up.

“Now, you said we were going to talk,” Danielle said as I smiled.

“You know I even dreamed about throwing your ass overboard last night,” I said casually taking a sip of my wine as she seemed nervous.

“So, are we going to talk, or are you going to keep threatening me.”

“We are talking Danielle, but let’s be real…..I don’t know you, but let me make it crystal clear.  Stay away from Jey, or we’re gonna have a problem,” I said as she smirked.

“Oh, so you speak for him now. Man, where did he find you, Ms. Perfect?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, but it’s none of your business. Danielle, why did you show up here?” I asked truly curious.

“Well, you are the longest relationship he’s been in since we broke up four years ago. I’m trying to figure out what makes you so damn special,” she said as I shook my head, this bitch was asking for it.

  “I speak life into him and I’m actually there for him. Something, you didn’t do, apparently,” I said as she rolled her eyes.

“Look, Jey knew he couldn’t do better than me, so he was ok with it. Normally he realizes the error of his ways and then we fall right back into our routine within a month. It’s just takin’ us a little longer this time,” Danielle said as I looked at her like she was crazy.

“It’s been four years!” I shouted as she sneered at me. “Like you are delusional as fuck. Baby, it’s been over between you and Jey. It was over a year before I even came in the picture.”

“I’m not delusional, I’m speaking facts.”

The more she rambled, the more things started to make sense. She was a toxic ass narcissist, emotionally abusive, and God knows what else and in that moment of realization, I saw red.

“You made his life a living hell, didn’t you?” I whispered as she smiled.

 Yea, I’m done talking now. Without hesitation, I flicked my glass of wine in her face as she gasped in shock.

“That was for showing your fuckin’ face here,” I said as she tried to wipe her face off with her hands. “You fuckin’ bitch,” she said whispered through gritted teeth.

“Yea, that’s me, and don’t you forget it.” Rearing back, I punched her in the face, as she collapsed to the ground holding her jaw.

“That one was for Jey,” I said as she used the railing for support to pull herself up. “I’m going to kill you,” she whispered as I tackled her, our momentum causing us both to go over the railing, and onto the sand.

The force of our landing knocking the wind knocked out of both. “Shit!” I hissed, rubbing the back of my head momentarily, but regained my senses seeing Danielle trying to run away.

Shaking the cobwebs loose, I kicked off my heels and grabbed her by the leg “Nah, you been talkin’ all dat shit, what’s good!” I yelled slanging her back down onto the sand.

“Ah! Your crazy!” Danielle screamed as I climbed on top of her punching anywhere I could as she tried to block my fists with her arms.

“Bitch you gon’ learn today, this ain’t what you want!”

Jey’s POV

The loud crash was enough for us all to run onto the terrace to see what the hell was going on.

There was Kayla on top of Danielle in the sand unloading on her ass as Danielle was screaming trying to cover herself up.

“Uce, get her ass before they call the damn cops,” Sefa hissed as we both jumped over the rail running to separate the girls.

“Kay, come on that’s enough,” I said pulling her off of Danielle as she kept a tight grip on her hair.

“Let go! Let go!” Danielle screamed as Sefa pried Kayla’s hands out of her hair, but not before Kayla broke her other arm free from my grasp and punched Danielle a couple times on the back of the head.

“Damn! You can’t get her, Jey!” Joe yelled as Jimmy was helping him get ahold of Danielle.

“I got her! Ya’ll just get her ass outta here!” I yelled as Kayla tried to break free.

“You bitch! This ain’t over!” Danielle screamed as Jimmy and Joe were dragging her away.

“You damn right it ain’t, cause’ every time I see you, it’s on-site bitch!” Kayla yelled struggling against me as the girls came over to help calm her down.

“Calm down, Kayla, you got her, and it’s done,” Trin said as Kayla finally stopped fighting against me.  

“I got you, just calm down baby. It’s over, alright,” I whispered as Kayla turned and looked at me with tears in her eyes.

 “I’m sorry,” she whispered as the girls surrounded her, pushing me away in the process before I could respond.

“Ya’ll take her and get her cleaned up,” Sefa said as Montez picked up Kayla’s shoes up the ground and handed them to Cameron.

“I’ll go check on Joe and Jimmy,” Montez said as I nodded feeling a migraine coming on. All this was my fault….

“I’ll go pay so we can head back to the ship,” I said just feeling defeated watching the girls comforting Kayla when it should have been me.

Yep, night two official had gone to shit.

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I immediately got stuck on #2 for library boys, with Murphy, Hob, and Orpheus going to the farmer’s market together. 💗

Okay, thank you for sending in an ask and sorry it took so long to finish! This takes place at a yet unspecified time ;) 

Hob is rather proud of himself. He has lured both Murphy and Orpheus to the farmers market with him, despite the latter claiming that it is too cold. He's done so with the promise of buying handmade ravioli from one of his favourite stalls to cook for dinner tonight, and hot chocolate from a nearby cafè afterwards.

Orpheus is wearing his new puffer jacket, and their breaths cloud in the air due to a late bout of frost. Despite his earlier protest, he seems very much interested in being here now; dashing from stall to stall, begging an apple off an unsuspecting farmer with big eyes. Hob chuckles.

“Where's the one with the pasta?” Orpheus mumbles with his mouth full. “I can't see it.”

“Just a little further. You're too small to see it yet, but there's a big penne on top of the stall.”

“I am not,” Orpheus protests. “Mpampa, I need to get up on your shoulders.”

Murphy raises one eyebrow and keeps on walking, his hands still in his pockets. “Little sparrow, you have not sat on my shoulders in years. You are too heavy for it now.”

“But you literally call me little sparrow!” Orpheus protests, putting his apple core into a nearby bin.

Murphy doesn't give in. “No.”

With a defeated sigh, Orpheus stuffs his fists into the pockets of his jacket, lowers his head and trudges after him. And Hob—Hob can’t take it. Not two of them, pouting and irritated, cookie cutter copies in face and stature, if not in height and hair.

“Come on, up you go,” Hob says gently, crouching down.

Orpheus’s eyes go wide. “Really?”

“Really,” Hob smiles.

It’s a little awkward, and at one point Hob is in serious danger of toppling over as Orpheus clambers onto his shoulders. He’s heavier than he looks, and much heavier than Hob anticipated despite his slight build, but he’ll be damned if he gives up. With an eye roll and a smile, Murphy helps him stand again and Hob sways a little before finding his balance.

“I can see it!” Orpheus shouts, half-jumping, knee knocking against Hob’s chin.

“Whoah, careful there,” Hob chides, gripping Orpheus’s shins tighter. He’s just glad he’d put his hair up in a bun this morning, because he’s got no idea what he would have done with a braid right now.

Orpheus stills and twists a little to find a more comfortable position. “Sorry, sorry.”

He’s warm against the back of Hob’s head, his hands against Hob’s neck and jaw, his legs and feet curled to the sides of Hob’s chest. He’s heavy and their centre of balance is giving Hob trouble but he knows, feels it in his stomach that he’ll carry Orpheus as long as he bloody well can. Hopefully he’ll hold out until they reach the pasta stall. Christ, that child is heavy.

The fond looks they get from other people pour a pleasant warmth into Hob’s stomach that only grows when Murphy takes his hand, so everyone can see they belong together. They’re being a nuisance, blocking more than half the path walking like this, but Hob doesn't care one bit.

When they reach their destination and Hob sets Orpheus down again (which he miraculously manages without beheading himself with sixty pounds of child) he can feel his flyaway hairs stand up with the frizz from Orpheus’s puffer jacket. Murphy rolls his eyes again, which Hob counts as a win, and tries to smooth them down. Hob knows by now that the eye roll means that Murphy doesn’t know what to do with his fondness, and it comes out in peculiar ways.

Smiling, he kisses Murphy’s cheek in thanks. Then it’s their turn, and Orpheus begs until they buy three kinds of pasta. It’s way too much, but Hob knows by experience that they freeze like a charm, so he doesn’t mind.

As they slowly make their way towards the café, Orpheus dashing ahead of them with the shopping bag, Hob leans in to whisper into Murphy’s ear.

“Could I persuade you to give me a back massage this evening?”

Now it’s Murphy’s turn to smile, and he does so rather smugly. “Oh? Have you learned that an eleven year old child is, indeed, too heavy to carry like that?”

“Yes,” Hob grins and squeezes his hand. “And I’ll very likely do it again.”

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control.

request(s): Nick and Abigail aren’t a thing, as Nick has a thing for reader, and reader has a thing for Nick. BUT nick, due to in process of turning, still has that rather… suggestive moment with Abigail when holding her upon discovering kaylees body, so reader distances themselves and finds comfort in say Dylan, Ryan or even one of the gals in the pool house, Nick lashes out and then the transformation happens… time skip to reunite in the morning, after Silas is dealt with. OR, sweet moment b4 transform? Hey I saw you're taking requests for The Quarry stories so I'd like to make one! I have a mega crush on Nick (that accent does things to me), and I have this idea floating around my head that werewolf Nick ends up hurting the (female) reader pretty bad and then after the curse has lifted, has to deal with that fact and he's really upset about it. IDK I'm just a sucker for angst! *control: the power to influence or direct people's behavior or the course of events.

a/n: his accent does things to me too :) i don’t care what anyone says -- i love nick and none of what he did was in his control.

word count: 2,293

warnings: ...turning into a werewolf?

Your first thought was to latch onto Nick for comfort.

He was the one you trusted the most amongst the camp counselors, and it felt like pure instinct to go to him. The sight of dead body was a sight you’d thought never possible before the start of this night -- but it was a reality now, and you couldn’t stop the discomfort that flooded you at the sight. A body, dead in the water was both terrifying and horrifying and you felt it was only natural you reached out for some sort of comfort.

However, when you turn to Nick, your lips part at the sight of him already holding Abigail. He had a hand pressed against the back of her head, tucking her into the crook of his neck and the other wrapped tightly around her waist. And despite everything, the body, the events of the night, a bout of jealousy and hurt flooded your entire being at the sight.

You’d had a crush on Nick since the beginning of summer; swooned by his accent at first, only to learn how kind and gentle he really was. He was pretty quiet, sure, but you’d gotten close enough to him that when it was just the two of you he was quite witty and funny. He never failed to make you laugh, and the need to be near him didn’t seem one sided at all -- in fact, you’d been pretty sure he’d reciprocated your feelings.

But this... this felt like maybe you’d been imagining things.

Swallowing thickly, you drown out Ryan’s words, only managing to hear something about the body being Kaylee Hackett -- that made you feel even more sick -- and you spin around. Stood slightly behind Nick, you could hardly handle the sight of him and Abigail or the body. Pressing a hand firmly against your stomach, you’re barely aware of a pair of eyes on you until a hand falls on your shoulder.

“H-Hey, Y/N?”

Blinking, you realize it’s Dylan talking to you, his good hand on your shoulder as he squeezes it reassuringly. He looks concerned as he stares down at you, leaning to meet your height. “Are you okay?”

“I’m...” You pause, the words feeling stuck in the back of your throat as you can’t help but glance over your shoulder at Nick and Abigail. You don’t realize it, but Dylan follows your gaze and a frown mares his lips as he realizes what’s upsetting you. His eyes are already on you as you turn back to him, pressing a hand to your lips, unable to finish your words.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he calls softly, pulling you to his side with his hand. You fall into his side easily, appreciating his kindness and soothing words as you press your face into his shoulder, sniffling slightly. The events of the night were becoming too much, and seeing the boy you liked so much comforting and holding another girl so close was like the cherry on top.

“Oh man.... Poor Kaylee,” you hear Kaitlyn mumble, pulling you to move your gaze away from Dylan and over to the body once more.

You tense slightly at the sight of it and Dylan squeezes you gently.

“Nick...”

Pausing at the sound of Abigail’s voice, your gaze flickers over to her, brows furrowing.

“You smell so good...”

It’s undeniably Nick’s voice and you’re both jealous and disturbed at his words. By the way Abigail’s pushing away from his grip, you can tell she’s uncomfortable at the way he’s huddling so close to her, pressing his nose into the nape of her neck. But you don’t understand why he’s latching onto Abigail like that when they’d hardly spoken all summer.

“You alright there, buddy? Maybe dial it back a bit, huh?” Kaitlyn intervenes, stepping forward slightly.

Nick pulls back, eyes set in a harsh glare as he looks at Kaitlyn. “Fuck off, Kaitlyn.”

Surprised at his outburst, you watch with wide eyes -- Nick’s never been the one to be aggressive, and honestly with the way he was treating Abigail, he almost seemed possessive.

Pulling her back close, Abigail is considerably more uncomfortable, pushing at him as he holds her tight against him. “Nick... what are you...?”

You feel your heart fall at his next words.

“I want to taste you...”

“Hey--”

Abigail is interrupted by Nick pulling her close; “come here...”

“Nick, get off-!! Get the hell off!”

She manages to push him off of her, and directly into the water. 

Everyone’s stunned silent for a moment, especially when after a few seconds Nick doesn’t resurface. You feel your chest tighten in worry, confused by everything, until suddenly Nick pops back up, screaming. He’s yelling at the top of his lungs, scaring everyone as you jump back into Dylan who grabs onto you tightly.

He’s flailing wildly, but you can’t remember ever hearing Nick say he couldn’t swim--

“I-I just wanted him to stop,” Abigail mumbles, looking at you.

“Nick!” Ryan bellows, “dude!”

“Someone should help him!” You call out, pulling yourself from Dylan’s grasp to reach out for Nick. Ryan is quick to help you and the both of you manage to grab ahold of Nick, pulling him out of the water. Almost instantly his screaming stops and as he falls to the concrete, he huddles close to himself, shivering violently.

Frowning, you set your hand on his shoulder, pulling back with a hiss.

“He’s freezing,” you call out, turning back to Ryan and Dylan.

“O-Okay,” Ryan nods, pointing behind him. “Let’s get him into the pool house. Dry him off.”

-

Abigail had elected to help Nick, feeling guilty for what happened.

You let her. Of course you were concerned about Nick, but you couldn’t help but feel hurt by his actions -- you knew the both of you weren’t in a relationship, but you felt your feelings for him were pretty obvious and hurt to know that you hadn’t mattered to him as much as you thought.

“You alright?”

Feeling a hand fall on your back, you turn to glance back at Dylan.

He’d been careful to keep an eye on you, obviously concerned about you and you appreciated it. You and Dylan have always gotten along well, and honestly you felt besides Nick you got along with him the best. He was just so witty and sarcastic and it never failed to make you laugh, even when you were on the reciprocating end of one of his jokes.

It meant the world that he’d stuck by you since the incident at the pool.

“Y/N!”

A cry sounds out, spooking you from your thoughts as your gaze snaps over to Nick. Abigail is in front of him, having pulled back at his cry, and by the looks of it, he’d shoved her hand away and was fighting her help.

“I want Y/N.”

You blink at his words, glancing back at Dylan, Ryan and Kaitlyn who stare back at you in surprise and confusion. And then, when you turn back to Nick, Abigail’s looking at you with a deep frown on her lips -- but nonetheless, she stands, you following her shortly after a reassuring nod from Dylan, and she passes you the clothe she’d been using to dry him off with.

You approach him hesitantly, unsure. 

He’s already turned to face you the minute you reach him, and you manage a small smile as you crouch before him. “Hey, Nick.”

“Y/N...” He groans, clasping his hurt shoulder tightly.

“Here,” you call out gently, reaching out for him. “I’ll just--”

You pause, Nick’s hand coming out to grasp your own wrist tightly. You wince, the grip pinching as you halt before him, baffled by his reaction. “Nick, what are you--”

“I thought you liked me.”

Eyes widening, you feel yourself freeze at his words.

“Not Dylan!” The words leave in a rushed growl, voice harsh as he tugs you forward, making you lose your balance that you end up falling into him. Your hand falls on the other side of him, to brace yourself, gasping as his grip never relents. You’re closer to him then you’ve ever been, and you find yourself unsure of what to say as he stares up at you, breathless, with his gaze never wavering.

“Nick,” you echo out, voice wavering. “I don’t like Dylan... it’s just, you and Abi were--”

“I don’t like Abigail,” he hisses out, “I like you.”

Your brows furrow, shaking your head; “then--”

“You’re mine.” He states, moving his grip to the back of your neck, pulling you close enough to press your lips against his own. You tense at the action and even though it’s something you’ve wanted to do all summer, you never wanted to do it like this. Where Nick felt he had to prove himself out of jealousy...

Pulling back, you fight Nick’s grip, shaking your head. “What the hell is wrong with you!”

His eyes darken instantly at your words, nails digging into the back of your neck as you hiss out in pain. “You’re mine,” he repeats, voice a low, menacing whisper. “Not Dylan’s. Not Jacob’s. Not anyone else’s but mine!”

“Get off of me!” You bellow out, catching the attention of the others as you try to yank yourself away from his grasp. “Nick! Let me go, please!”

“Hey, what the hell are you doing!!”

“Let her go,” Dylan bellows, his footsteps following as he rushes towards you. “Nick, let go of her!”

Nick scoffs, and then suddenly you’re being tossed back, the force of which not possible for any human. You land against the wall adjacent, a cry leaving your lips as you land on arm wrong, and you can feel the crack of your forearm as you try to gather your bearings. You feel your eyes water, both from the pain and from what had just happened, panting as you look ahead of yourself.

Nick’s stood up now, Dylan, Ryan and Kaitlyn blocking you from his path as Abigail rushes over to you.

“She’s mine! Fuck off!”

For the first time, you’re genuinely terrified of Nick. Something you’d thought never possible.

He races forward, knocking Ryan back, and you realize he’s gunning straight for you. He’s gonna... what, kill you?

As you twist your eyes shut, preparing yourself for whatever’s going to happen, a gunshot echoes. It pulls your eyes open instantly, lips parting as you realize Abigail’s the one holding the gun and she’d shot Nick -- she’d actually... shot him.

“What the hell did you do!” You cry out, turning to Abigail with wide eyes.

Before she can reply though, Nick’s letting out a cry of pain, and your eyes fall on him once more. He’s screaming out in pain, but no one moves to help him, and then suddenly... it’s like all of his skin bursts’ off of him, shedding completely from his body, until all that’s left is some sort of... monster.

You couldn’t believe your eyes.

It... Nick, turns in the next second, rushing out of the house without so much as batting either of you another glance.

-

“Oh my god, Nick!”

It’s a cry of happiness, barely hesitating as you rush towards the boy. As soon as you reach him, you’re pulling him for a hug with your good arm, holding onto him tightly as you pant against him.

He tenses under your touch, and when you pull away, you see the look of confusion in his gaze as he stares back at you. At first his gaze is on your face, the blood smearing across your skin, but then his eyes lower to your arm, braced together in a makeshift brace.

“What...”

“Nick,” you call out gently, shaking your head. “Do you remember anything?”

His brows furrow, face twisting as he tries to think back -- tries to force the memories to come back to him. It takes a minute but then suddenly his eyes are widening and he’s turning to look at you with parted lips. “I... I hurt you,” is the first thing he says -- the most important thing. Because truly, it’s the only thing that matters to him as stare at you, the tired look in your eyes, the bruises amongst your body and most importantly the broken arm.

“It’s okay,” you argue, shaking your head. “You weren’t in your right mind.”

Nick just shakes his head, unable to find his words.

True, when everything had first happened, you’d been hurt, felt betrayed and had been so, so angry at Nick. You couldn’t rationally understand why he’d done anything he had -- but then you learned more, and being left with your thoughts allowed you to realize that none of it had really been Nick. He’d been turning into a werewolf, obviously not in his right mind... anything he’d done hadn’t been in his control whatsoever.

“It’s okay, Nick...” You nod at him, smiling gently. “I already forgave.”

“But... look at you,” he breathes, biting his lip.

You just shrug; “I’ll heal.”

He doesn’t move, frozen to the spot -- maybe he’s too scared to reach for you, thinking he’ll hurt you again. Maybe he’s still trying to remember something. Maybe, he’s not in his right mind given that he’d just been a werewolf not a few minutes ago.

Whatever it is, you don’t care.

Reaching forward, you wrap your arm around him once more, pressing your face into the crook of his neck.

“I’m just happy you’re okay.”

And for a minute, he doesn’t move. He’s completely still, scared to touch you. But then, slowly, his arms wrap around your waist -- light at first, but then he tightens his grip, slumping against you.

“I’m so sorry.”

#the quarry #the quarry x reader #the quarry imagine #nick furcillo #nick furcillo x reader #nick furcillo imagine #the quarry nick #nick x reader #nick imagine #evan evagora

[turbulentscrawl]

Alva Lorenz General HCs

You'll have for forgive me for any typos--this man's been on my mind for two days and I have to get these out. I'm too impatient to check everything hahah

-Alva did not actually betray Luca by passing off any pf Herman’s work as his own. Though he did always maintain some interest in the concept of a perpetual motion machine, Alva didn’t dedicate much time to working on it after Herman’s death. He did, however, start the fire which killed Herman in an outburst-fueled accident similar to how Luca later killed him. Alva, however, escaped suspicion of the event and was not legally punished.

-Alva knew Herman had a son and, though he never personally met Herman’s family, knew who Luca was through grapevine rumors. He agreed to take Luca on as his student partially out of guilt for his unexposed crime, and partially because he had no children of his own and quickly felt a certain parental urge for Luca. They shared a lot in common and got on very well, very quickly, and their relationship was great right up until the accident. The documentation that seems to indicate their relationship deteriorating is coincidental. (ex, Luca’s experiments slowly transitioning from both he and Alva signing off on them to just Luca was Alva giving Luca more independence because he trusted him, rather than them growing apart or secretive.)

-I think Alva may be autistic. He doesn’t require much in the way of accommodations, and he doesn’t have the sensory issues that Aesop does. However, his speech is sometimes overly flat, his view of the world a bit rigid, his social energy levels are low, he’s prone to bouts of depression, he fixates on his work a lot, and he often fidgets with things like pens and clothes. He enjoys touching various textures, and often expresses appreciation for the material of people’s clothes. Additionally, he’s made a living out of his special interest: inventive engineering.

-Alva is a solemn and polite man. He’s rather chivalrous, but reserved, and as a result was admired by many for his mysterious-gentleman air. “Hermit” is an apt name for Alva, however, as he rarely enjoyed the company of others. He especially felt overwhelmed in large groups. He has always preferred one-on-one socializing, and even that he had a smaller tolerance for than was typical for men of his class. Luckily, he doesn’t have much in the way of a temperament, so when he’s tired of socializing, he’s just that: tired. Sexy Old man.

-To specify, when I say chivalrous, I mean he’s the kind of man who holds doors open for others, offers his hand to help them up from a seat or down from some height, share his umbrella in the rain, and would even lay his coat in a puddle for a lady to cross over. He offers chivalry moreso to women than men, but if a man presents as meek or shy enough in his presence he will extend the gestures to them as well, hoping to make them feel more comfortable.

-Alva’s only family at the time of his death was his wife. She was barren, and they had no children, and all the rest of his family had passed due to age or illness. Luca therefore became something of a surrogate son to Alva over the years. Though he sometimes struggled to show it, Alva cared for him like blood and always looked out for him.

-Alva didn’t care much about his overall predicament, after being resurrected. His religious proclivities were more for show than anything, so being a chosen of some…eldritch-cat-god is hardly the worst of his concerns. Until the manor, he hadn’t been expected to do anything he considered reprehensible or very immoral, so he’s always been fine with just completing his orders so he could go back to his work.

-After joining the manor, Alva’s only real comfort is his work. In life, inventive engineering was his method of self-expression, the way he interacted with the world, his reason for living. That changed a bit when his wife came along, and then again for Luca, but with those gone he’s back to his reclusive nature. It takes a long time for Alva to make friendships in the manor. He’s familiar with Ann out of necessity, but they’re merely cordial. With time, he becomes friendly with a small handful of others, but his melancholy is still pervasive.

-Inevitably, with enough time at the manor, Alva craves reconciliation with Luca. He doesn’t entirely blame Luca for what happened. At the end of everything, Alva knows the accident was an accident as well as a misunderstanding. (And also probably some kind of ironic, cosmic retribution for him killing Herman.) The trouble is, Luca does not remember him at all, or what happened. He knows from a few conversations that the boy’s cleverness is still in-tact, but his memories are almost entirely gone. As far as Alva is concerned, this means he’ll never get the closure of genuine, mutual apologies, and he’ll never have his “son” back. Not really.

-When Luca was his student, they were a powerful duo in public. Alva, despite being respectful and courteous to individuals, has never ‘jived’ with society as a whole. He doesn’t care about public opinion and is easily exhausted from public exposure. Luca, meanwhile, is a social butterfly. They were both charming, and worked out a system for any public appearances Alva needed to make: Luca would handle most of the talking—unless Alva’s interest was specifically sparked by some topic of conversation—so Alva could do his best to actually enjoy the atmosphere. And when Luca was ready to go, you best believe Alva was ready with their excuse to bail. The two were always favorites at any party or event, and always had interested suitors close at their heels.

-Despite being overwhelmed by conversation and crowds, Alva does enjoy the set-up for a lot of public events and parties. He likes the artfulness of decoration, and always takes time to appreciate the hard work put into setting up things like that (and once again, he loves to touch, feels the textures). He especially loves flowers. He occasionally finds loud music to be a bit overstimulating. Similarly, he likes fireworks, but requires earplugs to enjoy them fully.

-Alva’s age (at time of death) was somewhere between 40-45. His undead body is no longer aging, so physically he’s the same. Sometimes Alva misses his longer hair, but unfortunately that’s not growing anymore.

#idv x reader #identity v #alva lorenz x reader #idv hermit #alva lorenz #turbulentscrawl

[bbcphile]

WIP Wednesday

I've finally worked up the courage to post the opening of one of the Mysterious Lotus Casebook fics I'm writing (Li Lianhua/Di Feisheng/Fang Duobing), specifically, from my post-canon fic where LLH's shiniang tried to sacrifice herself to cure him.

Tw/cw: suicide attempt, mention of off-page non-consensual medical procedure, internalized ableism

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Li Lianhua crashed to his hands and knees on the ground as the last trickle of his borrowed qi abandoned him, the densely-packed sand doing nothing to cushion the blow. The impact rattled through his spine and ribs, shaking loose a bout of coughing that forced him to swallow down the burning flare of copper trying to escape from his mouth. He couldn’t cough up blood now, not here, too many steps away from the water’s reach. It would leave evidence of his route, a trail that his shiniang would undoubtedly follow once she had broken free from the immobilization. He couldn’t let her find him until the job was done. 

He pushed himself to standing, his arms and legs shaking hard enough to nearly drop him back to his knees, and he blinked to will the dancing black spots from his eyes. The waves awaited him, and he refused to crawl to meet them. He took a staggering step toward the sound of crashing water ahead of him, far fainter now than it had any right to be, and squinted against the sunlight to get his bearings. 

A large gray lump on his left snagged his attention, disrupting the blur of gold and blue that filled up the rest of his view. Why did that look familiar? He took an unsteady step closer, pressing his palm against his chest to convince his lungs to hold back a cough one more time, and the gray lump resolved into a rock. 

A rock that had once served as a pillow that was soft only in comparison to how hard the rest of the day had been.

Of course. He’d landed at Donghai beach. He swallowed back tears with a bitter laugh. Never let it be said that the universe didn’t have a sense of humor.  

He’d returned after all: three months late for the duel and over a decade late for bringing his decrepit body back to the waves that had so decisively spat him out. But surely this time, with all the mysteries solved and no business left unfinished, the sea would accept the offering of his broken frame. Li Xiangyi was long dead and it was past time for Li Lianhua to follow his example. He was already a ghost in every way that mattered. And this was the only way to guarantee his shiniang would live.

She would be furious, of course, but wasn’t furious better than dead? How could it be unfilial to make sure she lived on? Too many people had died for him; he refused to let her join those ranks. Dying to save her was already a far better death than he deserved. 

As for the others, Xiaobao would have his teachings and would be too busy climbing the heights of the jianghu to miss the weak physician he once protected. 

And a-Fei—

—well, how could he still fixate on defeating a ghost with Xiaobao shining more brightly than Li Xiangyi ever had?

No, this end was far better for everyone, and best of all, no one would sacrifice their life or be forced to play caretaker to an empty husk of a man.

A familiar chill seared through his veins and meridians, despite the warmth of the fur of his outer layer, stealing away his breath and the amorphous blue blur before him. He took another stumbling step toward where it had been, his heart stuttering painfully in his chest. 

Not much longer now. It seemed his frenzied dash here and self-shattered heart meridian were more efficient for what he had in mind than the weight his waterlogged fur coat would have offered.

Perhaps he didn’t need the coat for this at all. His body would certainly float further without it. And not even his shiniang could save him now, so what harm could it do to leave some evidence behind? Xiaobao might not believe the beggar’s words, but surely this fur cloak at the water’s edge would put to rest any lingering futile hopes. And then Xiaobao would tell a-Fei.

And if it brought them peace, if it let them say goodbye, then how could he not leave it behind?

It was decided, then. 

He lifted his hands to the coat’s laces, then paused. Were those voices? For a moment, he could have sworn he heard—

—Ah, no, the hallucinations must have started again. 

He smiled. At least he had heard a-Fei and Xiabao one last time, if only in his mind.

He untied his laces with fumbling, stiff fingers, and let the coat fall behind him. 

His heart and lungs clenched with another spasm, and a wave of dizziness broke over him, threatening to drop him to his knees once more. 

He fought against it, muscles shaking as they never had during battles. He couldn’t surrender now; not until he reached the water. He could manage three more steps. He had to.

He tried to lift his foot again.

The world swam before him, and darkness dragged him under.

#mysterious lotus casebook #mlc fic #my fic #Li Lianhua #Di Feisheng #Fang Duobing #Feihua #tw: suicide attempt #the fic will end happily I swear! #This is just about the lowest point for everyone #This is my first time really sharing my creative writing publicly in about 4 years #I am sooooo nervous omg #yay for at least temporarily being healthy enough to write! #wip wednesday #the POVs of the fic alternate between all 3 of the MCs #and they are all unreliable narrators in different ways

[lesbianhotch]

first meetings

determined to keep your planet neutral in the ongoing war, it seems youre alone in those plans. the arrival of clone force 99 only further complicates things.

sfw, wrecker x fem reader, pre order 66, after echo joins, more notes at the end!

“We do not need military intervention, and I certainly do not need a babysitter.”

“My dear, they are not babysitters, they are here for our protection. If you could see past your own ridiculous-”

You don’t hear the rest of his sentence, because you’re storming out of the room and out through the doors to the stone cobbled paths as fast as you possibly can.

Ridiculous? How dare your father call your ideals ridiculous. You were a neutral planet, one that  was going to take care of itself and its citizens, and the last thing it needed was to get involved in this pointless war. Your father bringing in the Republic for assistance would only spell trouble, you were sure of it. 

The bringing in of a clone squad didn’t mean you had joined the Republic, that he assured you. It was simply a favor in good faith from the Grand Army, protection after a few incidents seemed to leave your father with a target on his back.

A target that only got bigger as he spoke to both Republic and Separatist leaders, seeming intent on making your small planet and its citizens go one way or the other. 

You’re continuing down the path through the grounds, stewing in your own thoughts when you hear a voice behind you. 

“Excuse me- Hey, wait up!”

It’s the voice of one of the troopers you’d just been introduced to.

You walk faster.

He’s running now, the sound of boots against stone and plastoid armor clinking together and he moves to outpace you. It’s not hard considering his height, and before you know it the man is stepping in front of you, putting your hurried walking to a halt. He’s in front of you so fast you almost knock into his chest.

He puts a hand out to catch you as you stumble slightly, but you don’t need it. 

You recenter yourself, head held high. 

“What is this about?” As if you don’t already know.

“Sent me to come get ya. They want ya back in there.”

The scene being played out right now must be funny, you’re sure of it. 

A grumpy looking royal, a future Queen of an entire planet, standing her ground with crossed arms in front of a clone trooper head to toe in black and red armor, his helmet painted to resemble some sort of sharp toothed beast. He’s towering over you, and you back up just a step so you don’t have to crane your neck so much.

“I don’t care if my father wants me to come back, I will not be going.” You state this matter of factly, with all the air of finality you can muster. “So if you’ll excuse me.”

You take a slight step to the right, and all the trooper does is put out his arm, and your path is completely blocked. 

This might not be as easy as you thought.

“Listen, I’m sure it won’t take long.”

“You don’t know my father,” you grumble. Going back means the chewing out of a lifetime. The lecture will never end.

You chew on your lip for a moment, considering your options. “How about this? You simply say I was too fast for you, and that I got away. Simple enough.”

The trooper groans, and his hand comes up to rub at the back of his neck. His helmet tilts in a way that implies he’s looking anywhere but at you, and it’s a little charming. 

“See, thing is, m’not a very good liar. Everyone says so.” The admission comes out bashful, very un-soldier like in your opinion.

“No matter. I’ll just be going.” 

You try the same move as last time, scooting to the left instead, but another large arm comes up into your vision and you’re blocked again. 

“Sorry, but I can’t let ya go.” The trooper stands with both his arms spread wide, and he  takes up the entire width of the path, bushes and plants on either side  preventing you from making a break for it out into the grass. 

“You can, and you will.” 

There’s a long bout of silence as you stand there, staring down the man in front of you. You hate that his face is obscured by the helmet, and that you can’t get a read on what he’s thinking. It makes your escape that much harder. 

After another long moment, he sighs, and his head ducks down slightly in an apologetic gesture.

“M’ really sorry about this.”

The statement blindsides you, confusion making your brows raise. “Sorry about wh-”

He picks you up with such ease, it’s actually impressive. However, that doesn’t stop the scream that leaves your mouth, or the flurry of curses that come after as he hoists you over his shoulder.

“How dare you!” 

He’s silent as he starts to carry you back, arms wrapped tightly around your calves. The pauldron on his shoulder digs into your stomach, and you beat against his back with your fists.

“I am a Princess, the future Queen of this planet and I demand that you put me down right now instead of carrying me around like a karking animal that’s destined for the dinner table!!” 

If you two weren’t a sight before, you definitely are now. 

Your yelling and petty rambling has no effect, and you try to wriggle out of his grasp only once before you realize how futile it is. You sigh, feeling defeated and embarrassed, going silent as the trooper continues his walk back up the path back to your home, where your father and the others await. 

When you fall silent, he speaks up.

“You alright up there?”

You scoff. “As fine as one can be, thrown over the shoulder of a man she doesn’t know.”

The grunt he makes in response almost sounds like agreement. “Like I said, I feel bad about doing it, but it was the only option. You got a lot of fire to ya!”

His complement is unexpected, and it comes out of him excitedly, followed by his hearty laughter. 

For some reason, you feel your cheeks get warm. You’re still angry, that hasn’t changed but it’s been tamped down slightly. 

He carries you for a little longer before stopping a few feet away from your home.

“If I put ya down…you promise not to run?”

You consider it for a moment. You don’t think you’d make it very far.

“Promise.” 

His gloved hands move to your waist, removing you from his shoulder and setting you down gently on the ground. He doesn’t appear winded in the slightest, but the warm sun and hot air of your home planet has him moving his hand up to his head as if to wipe away the sweat from his brow. He stops himself halfway to the motion, instead bringing a hand to the lip of his helmet to take it off his head.

Oh. He’s handsome.

Quiet handsome, in fact. 

It’s a little unexpected, and when he smiles down at you, your stomach does some sort of flip that you do not like.

“Your planets a hot one, huh? Like I’m boiling in my armor!” He laughs that boisterous hearty laugh again before he runs a hand over his eye and then covers himself back up with the helmet. 

“Yes, ah, this is the worst of it. It’ll get better over the next few rotations into something more bearable.”

“Thank the Maker for that.” His voice is tinny through the helmet, and it doesn’t take much to decide you liked hearing him better without it and in fact wouldn’t mind hearing it again. 

‘What are you doing?’, you think. ‘Giddy thoughts about this man you don’t know, about a soldier?’

You snap yourself out of your foolish reverie. Or at least try to. 

“I better get inside now.” You nod curtly towards him. “Thank you for your kindness trooper.”

You had a dislike for soldiers, that is true, but your mother had raised you with manners for Makers sake. 

You imagine there’s a kind smile under his helmet as he looks down at you. “Just following orders, Princess.” 

Now there's nothing different about the way he says it; you've heard people use your title on a daily basis. But something about the way he says it....

You feel that heat come across your cheeks again, and oh no, that is not good.

You hurry inside, where the lashing you’re about to receive from your father somehow looks better to you than experiencing the feeling of a foolish, ill-advised, “how in the world have I lost my head”, beginnings of a crush.

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notes: wow my first foray into bad batch fanfic!!! wrecker is my fav guy so i hope youll enjoy and maybe ill do more!

ive been writers blocked for months and then i cranked this out in like two hours so?? this feels great! beautiful valentines divider is by @stars-n-spice

#tbb wrecker #wrecker x reader #the bad batch #em writes #i cant believe THIS broke my writers block holy shit

[ichigoromi]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 | 𝐌𝐒𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 | 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

It's been some time since I have written MSBY Four, so here you go!

Pairing(s): Bokuto Kōtarō, Miya Atsumu, Hinata Shōyō, Sakusa Kiyoomi x fem reader! (she/her) featuring their children/child!

Genre: fluff

Warning (s): none!

a/n - this is going to be a long one because it's been so long since I've written about the MSBY Four!

Enjoy!

Bokuto Kōtarō

When you told your husband that you and your son cannot attend his game today because your baby boy fractured his arm.

After a friendly game of tag with his friends in pre-school, he recently watched Superman and thought it would be good to jump off from a height that caused his current injury.

Bokuto was about to rush over and leave the game hearing that his son got injured, but you reassured him that it was going to be okay.

His teammates tried to cheer him up and distract him.

Meanwhile, you're in the hospital, hugging your son close to you while he bawls his eyes out due to the pain and the disappointment of not making it to his father's game.

The doctor tried to make the procedure as painless as possible and swift.

You checked the time and realised there was still actually time for you to make it to Bokuto's game.

But you still have to teach your son a lesson.

"Fuujirou, do you promise to not play Superman anymore? If you promise me that, I will bring you to Papa's game now." You asked as you strapped the teary boy into the child seat.

Hearing that he could go to his father's game, he looked cautiously at you and held up his pinkie.

"I promise, Mama! Let's go! I wanna see Papa!" He kicks his little feet excitedly, and you link his pinkie with yours.

"Now, you've promised me. Let's go see Papa!" Fuujirou lets out a squeal, and you get into the driver's seat.

It's time for Bokuto's personal cheer team to show up!

---

MSBY's security team escorted you two to the front row, where the game just reached the second set. Fuujirou was perched on your lap as he tried to get his father's attention, but with the cheers from the audience and the cheer teams, it seemed like his attempts were futile.

He was on the verge of tears when Bokuto was focused on his game and overlooked Fuujirou.

"Baby, it's okay. Papa is really focused now, so let's cheer together with the audience for him, okay?" You comforted him and wiped away the lone tears that had escaped his big round golden eyes.

Together with the audience, you two cheered for the team.

Finally, Meian noticed you two in the crowd and told Bokuto. He waved towards your direction, and you lightly waved while Fuujirou was waving both his casted and uninjured arm at his father.

Throughout the rest of the game, Bokuto would direct his winning spikes or serves to you two, and Fuujirou was getting restless in your arms and fell asleep in your arms.

---

After the game was finished and the team did a mini meet-and-greet, their security team escorted you to the waiting room to wait for your husband.

Your son was still snoozing comfortably in your arms even drooled a little.

"Baby! We're done! We can go get dinner!"

Fuujirou stirred in your arms and reached out to Bokuto groggily. You greeted the others who came into the room.

"Papa! Sign my cast!"

How could he reject his son's request? You watched Bokuto and Fuujirou; it was an excellent decision to come to the game.

"Fuujirou, how 'bout lettin' me sign yer cast?"

"I don't wanna! I wan papa's only!"

Miya Atsumu

Your triplet's talent show is the same day as Atsumu's big game.

You two have wanted to bring the triplet to one of his games once they were older.

They have all turned three; Atsumu thought it would be cool to bring his kids to the game and watch him play.

But when the triplets and Atsumu realised he couldn't go to their talent show and they couldn't go to his game, they all started crying together.

Seeing how your children were eager to go to their father's game, you made a few calls to the academy to make a few arrangements.

It will be a surprise for both the triplets and your husband.

"Mama? Wat's tis?" The oldest of the triplets, Akio, looked up to you in curiosity as you put them into the costume for the performance.

"It's for your dance later. Do you like it?" You adjusted their outfits, and they all shook their heads.

Of course, they hated the outfit because it was bulky and hot.

Previously, their teachers had reminded them that they were the last performers, but before they realised, they were on the stage already. Akio, Renji and Hikaru, the triplets, waddled onto the stage.

Their eyes were on you as you mimicked the dance, so they could remember the dance moves.

After their performance ended, you rushed backstage so that you could change them out of their outfits into their father's team jerseys that you had prepared. Their boys get to see their Papa on the court, in person.

The triplets were changed into the jerseys, and the next thing they knew, they were already strapped in the car seats and waving to their teachers. One thing they realised is that their mother is very efficient.

---

Akio and Renji held their mother tightly while Hikaru ran ahead of them. You showed the VIP pass given by the MSBY manager to the security guards, and they safely guided you guys to the front row.

This was the first time you brought the boys to the gymnasium, and it's been a long time since you came to one of your husband's games.

"Oh! Papa!" Hikaru points out Atsumu standing at the back, waiting to serve.

You know your kids were able to scream during Atsumu's service, so you quickly put your hands over their mouths.

"No screaming during Papa's turn when he serves. Okay?" They nodded their heads and cheered when the crowd did.

Maybe he wanted to be shown off to his sons later; Atsumu's concentration was on 110%. Not gonna lie; your husband being so serious is kinda hot.

Akio has the best attention span among the triplets. Renji was napping on your lap while Hikaru was busy stuffing his mouth with the snacks that you bought.

While your children are distracted, you are focused on the game.

You can see Atsumu getting frustrated, and you cannot stand it anymore.

"TSUMU! FOCUS!"

Atsumu couldn't even process that you were yelling at him and quickly got his head back into the game. The triplets are now focused on the game, specifically on their father.

"Papa is sho cool~!" Akio marvelled at his father's plays on the court. Renji and Hikaru were cheering their father on.

People in the audience are melting over this cute interaction between the player and their kids.

Maybe your kids will love volleyball like their father.

---

After they won the game, you brought the triplets to reunite with their father. Atsumu opened his arms toward his kids and they all ran into his arms.

"Papa! I love ya!"

After all those times of being little devils and disobeying him, they are finally being angels towards him. Taking this advantage, he decided to ask the question.

"Do ya like Papa more or Mama more?"

Without hesitation, they answered in synchronisation.

"Mama!"

"Don't mind. Come on, let's go celebrate with your kids. We'll be waiting outside." You pull him in for a short kiss and push him towards the locker room.

Atsumu touched his lips and cheered as he ran to the locker room.

Maybe he is about to get lucky tonight...

Hinata Shoyo

Your daughter, Seira was sulking the whole time when you celebrated her birthday with her friends at the kindergarten and had a big cake for her.

You can guess why she was upset.

Her father wasn't present to celebrate her birthday with her.

Hinata had a game to attend in the evening, but he had to go in the morning for conditioning and do some meetings.

Little did they both know, that you were going to bring your daughter to his game to surprise your husband.

You never bring her to the games because she was still quite young back then.

And also, she could not stand the large crowd at her young age.

But now, she is ready and has been whining about wanting to go to her papa's game.

So, for her fifth birthday gift, you were going to bring her to her first volleyball game.

"Alright, Seira-chan. Mama is gonna put this over your eyes and ears. Don't panic, I'm here by your side."

Your daughter nodded her head and allowed you to cover her eyes with an eye mask and headphones to listen to some of her favourite tunes.

After seeing that she is comfortably settled in her child seat, you got in the driver's seat and get ready to make the journey to the game venue.

The game venue was bustling with excited fans of respective teams, ready for the games and your favourite, the food stalls!

"Surprise!" You took the eye mask and headphones off your daughter.

Once it hits her, she wraps her arms around you and jumps around you.

"Can we buy the jersey? Oh! I want those! Mama! Can we? Please?" At this moment when she is so excited, she resembles your husband so much.

"Baby, we'll get to do everything! Let's go!"

---

Hinata was stretching and warming up, trying to focus before the game starts.

"Oh! Shoyo! Look! It's your daughter and your wife! Right there!"

Your daughter was hiding in your embrace, wearing the kid jersey with his number, surrounded by curious fans. It was the first time they saw his daughter at a game and your rare appearance after you gave birth.

"Babe! Cutie pie!"

He yelled out and waved his arms at you two.

"Sei-chan, look, it's Papa!" She lifted her face from your chest and shyly waved back at her father.

He could see that his daughter was getting uncomfortable with the fans surrounding his wife and daughter. Hinata steps out for a moment to have a talk with the venues' security guards and his teams' security team.

Soon, the fans were escorted back to their respective seats and a team of bodyguards was on standby near you guys.

Seira kept her eyes glued on her father throughout the game and would cheer along with the crowd for her father.

As if Hinata could hear his daughter through the crowd, he would point towards her direction before doing his serves.

Seira was having so much fun that she started leading the crowd along to cheer for her dad whenever it was her father's turn to serve or he was trying to score a point.

Finally, when the game comes to an end, she's dragging you to go down to the court to meet her dad.

You let the other fans go ahead of you guys because you see your husband every day, but not these fans. Seira understands it too and kept on motioning her dad's fans to go in front of her.

Soon, it came your turn to meet your husband.

"Papa! You were so cool!" Seira complimented her father and climbs into his arms.

"I could hear you cheering from the court. Good job, my cutie pie!" He plants kisses all over Seira's face.

"And thank you for bringing our daughter to her first game." He pulls you in by the waist and kisses your cheeks.

"Wait, how did you even manage to get the tickets? The team manager didn't inform me that you were getting tickets from him."

He knows tickets are often sold out fast, so if you didn't ask his manager to secure some for you, how did you get them?

"Babe, I was your fan before your wife. I have my ways of getting them." You winked at him.

Seira and her dad have found a newfound respect for you.

Sakusa Kiyoomi

It was rare for you even to make an appearance at his games, let alone his children.

Ever since he announced he was dating and to his wedding announcement, fans only saw your face twice.

Sakusa respects his privacy the most, and yours too, so he avoids uploading any pictures that have your face on his social media.

His page was filled with your backs or just hands when he would post.

Fans only know that he has a pair of twins, but you recently got pregnant again, and only your close friends and families know about the news.

Your twins, fraternal twin boys, Kino and Kiyo, just recently turned two, and they are at the age where they are curious about where their father goes every morning.

So, without telling your husband, you planned a whole trip to his next game with the twins.

Surprises are hard to plan because Sakusa... kinda has a sixth sense for these kinds of things.

The match does not start till evening, so you have the whole morning and afternoon to prep your sons for the evening.

"Kino, Kiyo, come here." They sat down on each side of yours and cuddled close to you.

"Later, when we go see Papa, what should we do?"

"Cheer!" They recently learned new words and you have been talking to them more to help them to expand their vocabulary.

"What can we not do?" You asked them again.

"Run!"

"Alright, you two know what to do. Mama is going to make your favourite lunch now. Do you wanna help Mama or play?" Of course, you have to prep the lunch and their snacks for the long game, if not, they are not going to last the whole game.

The twins held their arms out towards you and you knew their answers.

---

It was a struggle to bring two toddlers to a crowded venue, but your twins have been on their best behaviour. Some of the fans recognised you and wanted to approach you, but refrained themselves to give you some privacy.

Your seats were close to the entrance where your husband can easily spots you guys.

The twins waited patiently and kept on looking out for their father.

And their patience paid off.

Once Sakusa made his appearance, he immediately noticed his two boys and his wonderful wife.

All dressed in his jersey number.

What a way to start his game and he love it.

"Mama! Papa! So cool!" Kino cooed as he watches his father does his warm-ups.

Indeed, your husband looks cool and hot while playing volleyball.

"Remember to cheer for Papa, okay?"

"Yes!" They nodded their heads and prepared to cheer for their father.

Sakusa felt extra motivated with his family watching his game and it showed in his plays. His coach and teammates noticed that he was sharper and more focused in the game.

It's time to show off to his sons how cool his father is.

---

3-2

With the support of his family there, Sakusa was announced as the MVP of this game. You brought the twins down to the court to go greet their father.

They were suddenly feeling shy to meet their father and they timidly approached him.

He swooped his twins up in his arms and kisses their cheeks, thanking them for coming to support him. Their cheeks turned bright red and hide their faces in their father's chest.

"Thank you for planning this. I love it." He leans down to kiss you on the cheeks.

"I had to bring them since they started asking. Are you going to treat me to barbeque? I've been craving it..." You poke his arms coyly and he chuckles.

"Since you worked so hard to bring my two cheerleaders to come and cheer for me, I'll treat you to whatever you want." Sakusa leans down to kiss your lips.

He sets the twins down and took your bag from you.

"Let's go. You can wait for me in the waiting room." He places his hand behind your back and guides the twins and you to the back.

AHHHHHHHHHH! It's done! After struggling to use a faulty editor that I have been trying to get to work, I'm finished with this! I'm still having trouble with it but anyways, so happy to be back!

Stay safe and healthy!

With love,

Rosalie🍓

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Kakashi/Obito + unintentional kisses?

Kakashi has grown into a lanky son of a bitch; arms and legs too long and spindly for the rest of him, which hasn't caught up yet.

It pisses Obito off to no end that they're the same height, now. The little pain in the ass should've stayed little, which Obito tells him all the time.

"Not my fault your height is as unimpressive as your ninjutsu."

"Oi!"

It's the same fight as usual, though it lacks the familiar bite. Something has been off about Kakashi lately. He's not as brusque, not as sarcastic. Rin often catches him staring off into space for long stretches of time between sparring bouts.

Of course, Kakashi changed plenty after he dragged Obito's half-dead body back to Konoha, tears streaming out of his implanted sharingan all the while. Who wouldn't?

Sometimes Obito wonders if it would have been better for Kakashi if he'd left him under that rock. Life had improved for Obito, of course. His clan welcomed him home as a war hero, even if they also chastised him for giving away one of his eyes. That he thought for sure he was going to die never seems a good enough excuse for the Clan Elders, but what are they going to do about it, anyway? It's been seven years since Kannabi. That eye belongs to Kakashi, Obito wouldn't take it back even if he could.

Not that that stops him from pretending he might when he's particularly frustrated by his genius teammate's skill.

"Then take it," Kakashi says petulantly, "what's stopping you?"

Obito frowns, shoots a look at Rin whose face is pinched with concern. She shrugs at Obito, obviously as confused about Kakashi's behavior as he is. They both watch him shove his hands in his pockets and wander off the training field, making some vague, lame excuses about having to run errands before going home.

It doesn't sit right with either of them, but there's not much they can do about it, and so they let him go.

It eats away at Obito the rest of the afternoon, and even Rin can see his heart isn't in it so they shuffle off early to grab dinnner at Ichiraku instead, neither of them quite willing to voice their concern for their third teammate, but unable to discuss anything else, either.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Rin says as they part ways and Obito shoots her a bright smile in return.

"You bet!" he promises as he jogs off in the opposite direction.

"And don't be late again!" she shouts at his back. Obito just chuckles because he knows she understands he will be. It's part of his charm, he tells her all the time, though he thinks she only half-believes him.

Obito doesn't know when he makes the decision to detour, but at some point, his feet carry him away from the Uchiha District toward the outskirts of Konoha. The sun is setting, casting the fields behind the Hatake compound in shades of rich orange and gold. There aren't any lights on in the house and Obito wonders if maybe Kakashi isn't home, after all.

But he's come all this way already, so Obito marches up to the front door and knocks, rocking back on his heels as he waits for it to open.

Nothing happens and Obito sighs loudly. "Come on, Bakashi! I know you're in there! Open up or I'm coming in a window!"

The door slides open with a snap and Obito is met with a ferocious glare. "What do you want?"

Kakashi's voice has always had this sharp element to it, like it could slice you if you weren't careful. But Obito knows how to navigate Kakashi's moods as well as anyone by this point, so he slides past him into the house without saying anything, kicking off his shoes as he meanders toward the ktichen.

"Do you have any leftovers?" he asks, "I'm starving."

He isn't, really, but getting Kakashi to talk about food is easier than most things. "Didn't you get ramen with Rin?"

Obito snaps his head around, eyes narrowing. "And how would you know that? You spying on us?"

Kakashi shrugs. "I told you, I had errands to run."

Obito snorts, disbelieving, as he turns on the kitchen light. "You could have just joined us, you know."

Kakashi doesn't answer. Instead, he walks over to the refrigerator and pulls out a storage container. Without a word, he opens it and dumps its contents into a pan on the stove, silently heating up his leftovers and plating them without a word.

"Eat," he says, sliding the plate toward Obito as he settles at the chabudai, "If you don't, I'll probably be taller than you in a few months."

Obito growls, but takes a bite of the food anyway. If there's one thing both he and Rin have learned, it's to never turn down food made by Kakashi Hatake. As much as it annoys Obito to admit, he really is a genius when it comes to cooking.

He curses as he takes his first bite, smothering a grateful sound my slamming his fist over his mouth. "This is good," he says, shoveling more down his throat as soon as he can.

Kakashi chuckles. "I'm glad you like it."

It's not the reponse Obito expects and he stops stuffing his face long enough to fix Kakashi with a glare, pointing his chopsticks at him. "What is up with you lately?" he asks, "You're so..." he doesn't know what Kakashi is exactly, only that it's worng, somehow.

Kakashi shrugs. "Maybe I'm just sick of training with you."

Obito shakes his head irritably. "Well, fine, then treat me like garbage, but don't be a jerk to Rin, too. She's worried about you."

"Is she? She seems fine."

"Shows how well you know her," Obito grumbles.

Kakashi shrugs again and the nonchalance of it is infuriating. He's always like this. Deflecting and obtuse and a complete pain in the ass. Obito doesn't know why he bothered coming here. It was always going to end in an argument, same as usual.

His food now finished, Obito slams a palm on the table to help him rise. "Fine. You wanna be a complete jackass, I'm not gonna stop you," he says, flinging his bowl into the sink, "But you should apologize to Rin for making her worry."

The derisive snort Kakashi emits makes Obito's hands curl into fists.

He doesn't mean to take a swing. He didn't come here to fight or aruge--at least, he doesn't think he did--but Kakashi's dismissiveness makes his blood boil.

"Why is it so hard to let us worry about you?" he shouts as Kakashi deflects a kick with ease. "What is the point of pushing us away all the time?!"

The spar is horridly one-sided. As much as Obito has improved over the years, Kakashi has too, and his spindly fucking limbs give him broader range than he's ever had before. Obito doesn't land a single punch, which only makes him angrier.

But then, he realizes, Kakashi hasn't landed any, either. In fact, he seems almost bored by the onslaught, not even trying to inflict any damage in return.

Obito growls, "It's not going to kill you to care about something again, you know!"

Kakashi's visible eye widens just the slightest bit as Obito activates his sharingan. Kakashi's is still covered by his hitai-ate, and the split second activation gives Obito the edge he needs to finally clock his opponent square in the jaw.

Kakashi stumbles from the impact, grabbing at the injured part of his face, and Obito takes the opportunity to land a sharp front snap kick to his solar plexus, sending him to the floor with a soft grunt.

Kakashi sits there, slumped against the wall with his head tilted back, working his jaw back and forth gingerly.

"I think you broke it," he says.

Obito bristles. "I did fucking not. Let me see."

He crouches down beside Kakashi and grips his jaw roughly between his fingers, reaching out to yank down the stupid mask and inspect the damage himself.

"What the hell are you doing?" Kakashi asks, eye widening as he reaches up to stop Obito as he pinches the fabric.

"Quit fighting me, Bakashi, or I really will break your stupid face--"

Kakashi wrenches Obito's arm away, but the other is still there and it switches from holding Kakashi's chin to fumbling with the edge of his mask. They wrestle a little awkwardly, Obito all but climbing into Kakashi's lap so he can gain the upper hand.

"Just. Let. Me. See. It. Ack--"

Obito falls forward just as he manages to loosen the mask from over Kakashi's nose. Kakashi smacks the back of his head on the wall and Obito pitches forward, nose bruising against Kakashi's as their faces collide.

He's too dazed to realize for a moment what exactly has happened, but when he blinks his eyes open, Kakashi's terrified expression is suddenly thrown into sharp relief.

As is the sensation of something warm and soft against Obito's mouth.

His heart hammers in his chest, thoughts racing faster than he can catch them. He pulls away slowly, feeling the soft tug of Kakashi's lips as they stick to his. Once they detach, he can finally focus on how red Kakashi's face is, how warm his breath feels as it fans over Obito's cheeks.

He isn't sure which one of them leans forward for another kiss, but when it happens, Obito sighs, one hand curling loosely into Kakashi's shirt to hold him in place. He feels Kakashi's hand do much the same, gripping the fabric over Obito's hip with trembling, unsure fingers.

Oh shit, he likes this. A lot. Too much.

Obito springs away, pressing his forearm to his mouth like that will erase the feeling of Kakashi's against it. His face feels like it's on fire, so he's comforted when he looks at Kakashi and finds his face stained a shade of crimson Obito has never seen before.

They're still holding onto each other, like neither of them is ready to release the final tether of this experience. Once they stand up, Obito wonders if Kakashi will pretend it never happened. If he'll make some snide comment about Obito resorting to seduction in order to win a fight to diminish the importance of what's just happened.

But then Kakashi leans forward and kisses Obito's cheek. It's so brief, so tentative, Obito has to really concentrate to make sure it happened.

He watches as Kakashi sinks back against the wall and tugs his mask back up, turning to look anywhere except at Obito. Obito grimaces when he notices the start of a bruise along his jaw just before it disapears beneath the fabric.

Kakashi clears his throat. "So," he says, "I guess you'll want to stay for tea now or something."

Obito, still a little dumbstruck, stutters out a response that sounds enough like, "Only if you want me to," to suffice as an answer.

Kakashi doesn't respond, just disentangles his too-long limbs from Obito's and moves into the kitchen to fill the kettle with water.

"I only have sencha so don't get all snobby about your preferences."

Obito bristles. "As if I'd be the one to be a snob, Bakashi."

The old rhythm helps Obito's hands stop trembling, saying the teasing words as if they mean them helps root them in the moment.

When he stands and turns to look at Kakashi, it's obvious he's smiling, even with the mask in place. Obito smiles, too, scratching awkwardly at the back of his neck as he shuffles into the kitchen.

"Sorry about your jaw," he says.

"It's fine."

"Not sorry about the rest, though," he offers, hoping it isn't a mistake.

Kakashi ducks his head, but his smile widens beneath dark blue fabric and he whispers quietly, "Me neither."

prompt list for those interested. <3

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