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hoekyeom · 3 months

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bruises | k.mg

street fighter bf!mingyu x afab!reader

established relationship, porn with some plot, minghao cameo cuz i love him, mentions of injury and blood, fighting, make up sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, one joke of mingyu being a masochist, one mention of death, creampie, oral (m receiving), skull fucking, daddy kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, recording, cum swallowing, cum eating, praise, muscle and size kink if you squint but that’s guaranteed in a mingyu fic 😭😭

summary: you and mingyu get into a fight over his bad habits, angst and smut ensues

wc: 2.7k

you’ve always hated the fights mingyu got himself into. he’d come home almost every week, with cuts and bruises littered all over his body. this time wasn’t any different, it was past midnight by this point, and you were curled up on the couch watching a random movie in an attempt to distract yourself from your growing worries. mingyu is usually home by this point.

a few more minutes go by and mingyu stumbles through the door with more injuries than usual. he sets his key down as you frantically walk towards him, noticing the way be avoids your eyes, “gyu.. your face, your bleeding everywhere.” he gives you a cold stare, his face battered and bloodied, and he brushes past you, going towards the bathroom where your med-kit usually was.

“yeah that’s the whole point y/n, it’s called street fighting for a reason.” you knew he wasn’t actually mad at you, just pent up anger from years of fighting, and especially tonight. scanning his whole body, the bright bathroom lighting allowing for you to see all his cuts and wounds more closely.

he slipped off his shirt, a huge bruise starting to form on the left side of his torso. “..you sure you didn’t break something?” your hand coming up to lightly stroke his ribs, mingyu’s anger blinding him from leaning into your warm touch.

“no, and why do you care so much anyway? it’s not like this is the first time.”

you tipped your head to the side, a ‘what’s that smell’ expression laid on your face, “what kind of question is that? i care because you’re my boyfriend, of course i’m gonna be worried.” your voice was nothing short of angry, your eyebrows almost meeting in the middle due to your frustration.

“you shouldn’t be.”

“uhh? yes i should, i’m tired of seeing you walk in here everyday with new cuts to clean. and your ribs.. mingyu you need to go see a doctor.”

“look y/n, i’ve been doing this for years—“

“well i think you should stop.”

it was deathly quiet, and mingyu’s hand holding a cotton pad paused in the air as he stared at you through the mirror. only the whirring sound of your ac being heard to combat the july heat. mingyu looked at you for a bit, chuckling to himself as his tongue poked through the side of his cheek, grabbing the gauze out of the med-kit and wrapping it around his knuckles.

“what’s so fucking funny?”

“oh nothing just that fact that you think you can tell me what to do.”

“yeah i’ll you what to do if it means not having you die in some alleyway.”

“please y/n, it never goes that far.”

“look at yourself! you basically limped in here, and i tried to help you but now you act like i’m a bitch for being worried about you?” you yelled.

mingyu finished up the gauze as he dropped everything and grabbed his shirt, walking towards the door. he left with a slam, not even caring to bid you goodbye, or kiss you and say ‘i love you’ like he always does.

the post-anger tears started streaming down your face. you knew he was probably gonna go crash at minghao’s, yet even with how frustrated you were, you still couldn’t help but worry and think about mingyu going to sleep untreated.

9:02 PM

(5) missed calls

gyu?

mingyu im sorry

are you okay? did minghao get you painkillers?

please dont fight again, at least take some time to let ur body rest :((

a full day had gone by. guilt stirred in mingyu’s stomach as he stared at his phone screen. he was the one who should be apologizing, not you.

he sighed, shutting off his phone and getting up. he knew he had to face you at some point.

“you leaving?”

mingyu hummed, shuffling into his shoes and heading out the door as minghao yelled out a goodbye. mingyu hopped in his car, letting the silence engulf him.

when mingyu walked into the apartment he noticed how dim it was, assuming you were asleep. he took his shoes off as quietly as possible, making his way to your guys’ shared bedroom. he heard a muffled voice, noting that the door was only half closed, peeking into the crack.

he saw you, adorned in one of his hoodies that was much too big for you, sleeves bunched up at your wrists and the hem coming down to your mid-thigh, naked legs on full display.

you paced around the room and it looked like you were on the phone with someone, the voice being hard to identify.

“did he say anything to you when he left?”

“nah, he just walked out.”

oh. it was minghao.

“shit, um, he didn’t even mention where he was going?”

mingyu heard the panic in your voice and the way your forefinger and thumb came to rub at your temples. he walked in as your eyes shot up to look at him, not hesitating to hang up on minghao, throwing your phone on the bed and running to jump into mingyu’s arms.

“oh my god mingyu!” you looked up at him and immediately started hitting him, “stupid! stupid! stupid! i hate you!” each hit enunciating your words, feeling like nothing but weak taps to mingyu. tears spilled out of your eyes, as mingyu only hugged you closer, hand coming up to pet your hair as the other cradled your head into his chest. he heard your muffled sniffing, his heart breaking at the stress he caused you.

“shhh i know, i know i’m stupid. i’m sorry baby.”

“you’re so mean! why didn’t you at least text me back? do you know how scared i was?” your voice broke, looking up at him with swollen eyes.

“i ..” mingyu paused, his hands coming down to hold your face, “i know i fucked up, i was too embarrassed to face you, afraid that you’d end things with me, which i would’ve probably deserved. i’m so, so sorry angel, i know no amount of apologizing will take away your worries, and i know i should’ve stayed and talked things out with you”

his thumb came to wipe away your falling tear, your hands hooking around his neck and pulling him down to kiss you. he instantly reciprocated, hands traveling down to wrap around your waist, pulling you close so that your bodies were flush against each other.

“i forgive you, i’m sorry for raising my voice at you.” you mumbled into his mouth, mingyu backing away to confusedly look at you.

“why are you apologizing? don’t say sorry baby, you should’ve slapped me as soon as i walked through that door.”

you giggled, looking down as you felt something press into your stomach, “you’re hard? really? got hard at the thought of me slapping you?” you teased.

“loooook..” mingyu looked away bashfully, his hand scratching the back of his neck.

“ew, you’re such a weirdo.” you said, slipping off mingyu’s hoodie to reveal a white tank top, your hard nipples poking through the thin fabric. you dropped down to your knees, fingers going straight to work untying your boyfriend’s sweatpants and pulling them down, along with his boxers, to his knees.

“oh, shit, hold on— you don’t have to do that baby.” mingyu hooked his hands underneath your armpits, attempting to pull you up being cut off by you stroking him.

“please, i want to.”

mingyu hesitated but was soon slapping his tip against your cheek, cooing at the way your head followed to try and get it in your mouth. finally he put it where you wanted, circling your tongue around the sensitive head. mingyu’s head lulled back, letting out a groan.

you took all of him into your mouth at once, his tip consistently hitting your uvula as you bobbed your head, twisting your hand on the base of his cock.

“fuck juuust like that baby, shit, h-have you been practicing on other guys or something?”

you laughed, only causing you to choke on his length, hitting his thigh as punishment for making you laugh while doing something that literally constricts your airflow.

“okay, okay, no more jokes, got it.” mingyu snickered, his gauzed hand grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail.

you came off of him with a pop, wiping off the drool dripping down your chin with the back of your hand, “gyu, u-use my mouth.”

mingyu smiled smugly, wordlessly grabbing ahold of your head with his other hand before shallowly thrusting into your wet mouth.

it wasn’t long before his length was ramming into your throat, breathless fuck’s and just like that’s leaving his cut lips. he was scared to even look down, afraid that if he saw your fucked out face he’d cum too quick.

you’re eyes looked up at him, tendrils of hair slipping past mingyu’s hold due to the sheer speed at which his hips slammed into your mouth.

“christ y/n, you look s’pretty like this, gon’ let daddy take a picture?”

you moaned at the label he placed on himself, nodding around his cock, eyes never leaving his sweat and scab covered face. mingyu pulled out his phone, angling the camera at your face. a red box with white numbers ascending appearing at the top of his screen.

“it’s a video baby, you don’t mind do you?” mingyu laughed when you attempted to hum a nuh-uh, only a string of muffled gags being heard. you were so wet, clit aching to be touched. you inched your hand down to touch yourself, drawing quick, fast circles.

“of course you don’t, so perfect, take my dick so well”

mingyu realized what it was you were doing to your lower half, “y’touching yourself? don’t worry daddy will fill y’up nice and good after this, j-jus’ let me cum in your mouth pretty.”

with a few final thrusts, and the erratic spasming of mingyu’s hips, you felt his hot cum travel down your throat, hollowing your cheeks as you slurped every last drop.

your knees ached as mingyu pulled you up, ending the video and hastily putting it in his hidden folder. he pulled you into a kiss, “did so good f’me baby, you always know how to spoil me.” he spoke into your mouth, tasting his own release.

“w-wanna ride you,” you huffed out, breathless. mingyu grinned, the right side of his face being the only indication of it, while the left was so mangled you couldn’t tell what expression he was even making. whoever he fought got him good.

“you sure? don’t tire yourself doll.”

“i’m sure!” you said grabbing mingyu’s hand, dragging him to the bed.

“whatever you say cutie,” mingyu let out a strangled breath while lowering himself down onto the bed, his torso still extremely sore, and his head perched up against the headboard. you quickly pulled down your shorts and panties as you swung your leg over his thighs, leaning down to kiss him.

you hand raked over his chest and chiseled abs, fingers dipping into each and every crevice as mingyu’s tongue explored your mouth. you pulled back and grabbed a hold of his flushed cock, rubbing it along your folds as your slick dripped down his length, a whimper leaving your lips.

“shit.” he hissed, staring intently as you paused your ministrations to line yourself up, slowly sinking down. you stared down at where you were taking him in, brushing the hair out of your face to get a better look. mingyu’s mouth fell agape, “you’re so fucking tight,” watching as a bulge slowly formed just below your belly button. even after the countless times you and mingyu had had sex, he was always just so big, your tiny pussy barely taking him in each time.

you finally looked up, mingyu’s eyes meeting your own. “jus’ gimme a sec gyu, you’re s-so big,” you said breathlessly.

mingyu smirked cockily, “take your time gorgeous.” his hands soothingly rubbing you’re plush thighs.

you bounced slowly, feeling each vein of his cock drag against your walls, tiny gasps leaving your lips. mingyu let you control the pace for a bit, allowing for you to adjust to his size. but he was getting impatient, his hands coming down to grip the sides of your hips, his four digits digging themselves into your ass before lifting you up and slamming you back down, the movement knocking the wind of you, making your jaw go slack.

“fuck!” your head hung low, hands coming up to grip his broad, muscly shoulders for support, watching out for any bruises.

“that’s it baby, just hold onto daddy and let him make y’feel good.”

mingyu’s pace was animalistic, his hold on you hard enough to leave an imprint. you were shocked as to how he had this much energy considering what his body had endured a night ago.

tears welled up in your eyes, feeling his tip kiss your cervix with each thrust. the curve of his cock aligning just right with your g-spot. “oh my fff-fucking god! mingyu please, ha-harder!”

you didn’t even know if it was possible to go harder, but mingyu managed to slam you down with even more force then before. a bead of sweat ran down his tan neck, his bangs sticking to his forehead as he stared up at you with hooded eye. his hips thrust upwards to meet you halfway, causing you to let out mangled gasps and moans. you were sure he was puncturing your lungs by this point. no inch of your pussy was left unexplored, squishy pink walls molded perfectly to hug his cock.

“jus’ like that gorgeous, your pussy was made f’me.”

“s-soo deep daddy, feel you in my tummy..” you whined out as you saw mingyu grin, canines on display, his hand coming up to grab yours, placing your hand on the bulge on your stomach, almost cumming right there when you felt the bump.

“fuck, you jus’ got so tight, y-you like when daddy pokes your tummy like that?”

you nodded frantically, tears flowing down your hot, pink cheeks, “i-i’m gon—na cum, g-gonna cum!” you struggled to get the words out, mingyu understanding you nonetheless.

“cum with me baby, gon’ let daddy cum in you?”

“fuck, yes d-daddy, want you to fill me up so bad, p-put a .. a baby in me,” mingyu loved how dirty your mouth got every time you were close to coming. his right hand pressed onto the small of your back, causing you to arch into him. his mouth was at perfect level with your nipples, taking your tit into his mouth and circling the hard nub with his tongue.

the pleasure was all too much, and with a few more hard thrusts your hole was spasming around his thick base, clenching and unclenching, mingyu’s mouth detaching from your breast as he looked up at you, his eyes shutting tightly as hot cum shot into your pussy.

“shiiiit, you’re milking me baby.” mingyu said, still grinding your hips onto him as he rode out both of your orgasms.

you reluctantly lifted yourself off of him, feeling some of mingyu’s cum drip down your thigh, scooping it with your index and middle finger and licking it off as you cuddled into his side, his arm laid across your shoulder.

mingyu watched as you cleaned him off your fingers, smoothing your disheveled hair. “such a good girl, not letting any of daddy’s cum go to waste.” he said as he booped your nose.

you giggled, “you okay though, gyu? d-does it hurt anywhere?” you asked, still breathless from your fresh orgasm.

“don’t worry about me doll, are you feeling okay? did i go too hard?”

“mm-hm, just a lil’ sore,” you snuggled closer.

“a shower should help ease y’up,” mingyu swung his feet over the bed, getting up as he reached his hand out, “think you can walk?”

“nooo i need my big, strong boyfriend to help carry me,” you joked, climbing into mingyu’s arms as he threw you over his shoulder, landing a playful slap on your ass.

“asshole! i’m not helping you replace your bandages.” mingyu could hear the pout in your voice, laughing as he made his way to the bathroom.

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itsjunear · 2 months

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"Hidden Feelings" Part 2

Note: Hi everyone! I apologize for the delay with this second part. I had some issues and I've just been able to finish it. Again, I appreciate the time you take to read me. English is not my first language, and I apologize if this is terrible. Love you! ❤❤❤

Psdt: I want to thank everyone for all the reblogs, likes, and comments on the previous post 😭😭😭 It really brightened my week, I adore you all.

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Part 1

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Demons, I had forgotten how much I struggled with getting up early.

Especially after staying up late after dinner. I was sure I had passed out on the couch, but I had woken up in one of the rooms I used when I stayed over. I had a slight suspicion of who had brought me there, but for my own good, I decided not to dwell on it.

I forced my body to wake up and get out of the comfortable sheets. I took a quick shower, and the house already had the Ilyrios leathers ready when I stepped out, so I left a grateful remark aloud before getting dressed.

I figured most people had stayed over, so I tried to make as little noise as possible as I sneaked into the kitchen to have some leftovers from the night before. It was really delicious, so if I was going to say goodbye to good food for the time I was away, I would make sure to enjoy these last bites. I couldn't stay at the Ilyrios camps; it would be very suspicious if I did after Rhys was asking what had happened to those females. And if I wanted to get answers, real answers, I'd have to make sure to be careful. They would guess my motives for being in the camp as soon as I set foot in it. So, ruled out.

However, there was a tavern a bit further away, nothing a few minutes' walk wouldn't solve, with rooms upstairs. The Ilyrios frequented it for drinks. Therefore, that would be my biggest advantage.

A hand on my shoulder brought me back to reality, and I let out a startled shriek before turning around.

"What the hell…"

Oh...

When I noticed the hazel eyes and the shadows in tendrils spreading around the room, I relaxed.

"You scared me to death," I whispered slowly. Az smiled slightly, and for a moment, I held my breath. "I made some noise so you'd hear me, but you were committed to the mission" he pointed at my half-eaten food. I shook my head while suppressing a smile and hurried to clean up what I had messed up.

"Leave it, I'll do it" his voice interrupted me again, as his scent enveloped me, and he gently took things out of my hands. I glanced for a moment at the action, at his scarred hands moving, beautiful as anything I had seen, yet I couldn't ignore the fact that he was making an effort not to touch me, as if consciously avoiding brushing against me. A pang of pain shot through my chest, and I raised my guard again.

How foolish I was being, a complete and damn fool.

"It's okay, Azriel. I can handle it" I tried to say firmly but quietly, unaware that he was looking at me, studying me, searching for something. His wings fluttered softly, and shadows roamed freely around the room, around us.

"Why do you call me that?" he asked slowly, and I looked at him slightly confused, while tendrils of shadows wrapped around my fingers, tickling me a little with their cold touch, but managing to make me smile affectionately at them.

"Call you what?" I replied back, distracted by his shadows.

"Azriel," he said flatly. "You stopped saying my full name shortly after we met, and you've gone back to that for several weeks now."

I didn't respond. Obviously, if there was anyone in the world who could notice those things, it would be him. But I couldn't answer him, not honestly, at least. I couldn't tell him that I couldn't call him Az without it hurting, because it made me think of him with love, and I couldn't allow myself to continue that, not when I saw him with the beautiful Archeron sister. So I continued playing with his shadows, avoiding answering, but I felt his attentive gaze on me until the tendrils returned to him, and I had no choice but to lift my head to find him a short distance away from me.

"Did you take me to bed last night?" I asked, changing the subject. Az simply nodded. "Thank you" I whispered, not knowing what else to say. I swallowed hard and stepped away, ready to leave once and for all, before I did or said something I would regret later.

"Y/N" he called, "Is everything okay?"

I tensed in my place, of course, he had also noticed that. "Yes" I lied without looking at him as I moved to put some snacks in the small backpack that, oh surprise, he had given me in a past solstice and I always carried with me.

"If it's about dinner, I'm sorry…"

"It's okay, it's forgotten" I interrupted, because if he said anything more, my heart would warm completely, and I would end up lowering the walls. "No" he said firmly, "questioning you like that made it seem like I thought you weren't capable. It's not about that" he looked at me confidently, his hazel eyes fixed on me, almost making me shiver.

I didn't want to know what else it was about because that would hurt my already wounded heart more, so I sent the curiosity to the deepest place in my mind and gagged it with all my might.

"It's okay, Azriel" I smiled slightly, "Apologies accepted" I took my backpack, ready to leave this house once and for all and sink into self-pity while freezing to death in the Ilyrian mountains.

"I still think it's a bad idea for you to go alone" he blurted out once I had turned my back, causing me to freeze in place.

"We've talked about this, you know I can do it." I took one more step before his voice sounded again, "I'm not saying no, just maybe…"

"Azriel, I really don't want to have this discussion again, please" I interrupted quickly. I didn't want him to offer. I couldn't let him, because then I wouldn't know what my reaction would be, and it would give me away.

"You're being irrational, you know?" he shook his head in a resigned tone.

Well, thank Mother he didn't insist further. I released the breath I was holding, and I supposed he realized that I wouldn't give in this time. Not even for him, despite the fact that, in the last few centuries, the word 'no' was never in my vocabulary when it came to Az.

"Maybe" I waved my hand without turning, "See you later, shadow singer."

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That same afternoon, I was already settled in the rundown room of the tavern. I had to persuade the owner to give me the most decent place possible, and honestly, if this was the best he could offer, I'd take it. It was either this or sleeping on the outskirts of the camp freezing my butt off.

I wrinkled my nose as the smell of mold burned my nostrils. By the Cauldron, Rhys had made me too spoiled.

"Y/N" I heard a voice in my mind.

Speaking of being spoiled…

"I can hear that" the voice spoke again.

I smiled softly. "Of course. Oh mighty High Lord" I replied mockingly.

"I'm glad to see you're in better spirits, Y/N" he responded, also teasing, and my smile faltered. A hint of humor seeped into my mind, and I realized that's what he wanted: to mess with me.

"Don't you have a mate to attend to, Rhys? Instead of bothering me?" I retorted sharply.

"Feyre is very well taken care of by me, thank you for your concern. And to answer your other question, you promised a nightly report" he remarked in that tone of superiority.

Right. "Well, there's not much to update. I'll be staying in that tavern near the camp, a bit off the beaten path to avoid suspicion. And most people here don't know me, so everything should be fine. Tomorrow I'll inquire more about the deaths of those females. A curious outsider at first, and by nightfall, I'll have answers. It shouldn't take more than three days" a touch of approval filled my mind, and I smiled slowly.

"Let me know if you encounter any problems, Y/N" Rhys paused before asking, "Is everything okay?"

I knew what he meant, and I knew I could tell him because Rhys wouldn't say a word. But opening that little crack would make everything come to light, would make me collapse, and this wasn't the time or place. So I responded with a joke instead, "No, Rhys, this room smells terrible, and the food is tasteless."

His laughter filled my head. "I didn't know you had become so spoiled aside from lazy," he said in a soft tone, and I understood… I understood that Rhys knew I was lying, but he was letting it go to avoid pressuring me. He had noticed my mood at dinner the night before, my need for space, and yet, he had decided not to comment on it.

My heart warmed; I would give my life for him, for my entire family in general.

"Thank you, Rhys" I tried to pour all my gratitude into that simple phrase, but I knew it wouldn't be enough. "For everything" I paused. "Now, go to your neglected mate before I go kick your butt myself."

His laughter filled my head again before disappearing completely, leaving me alone with the thoughts swirling in my mind.

What was that earlier with Az? When I left, he seemed concerned. I understood his position; he didn't want me to come alone in case something went wrong, especially knowing how much I detested the Ilryos for their harsh customs.

Maybe that's all it is. What else could it be? After all, I was almost as well-trained as the three of them. However, Az was the one who had been most reluctant to let me go alone. And what if…

No. I forced myself not to consider any other possibility that gave me hope. Because I had seen it, I had seen how comfortable he was with Elain, and how today, before I left, he made an effort not to touch me even a single inch.

A familiar pain filled my chest, so strong that it forced me to hug myself tightly as I wrapped myself in the blankets of the bed.

Perhaps, this was how it was meant to be. Three brothers with three sisters. There was no place for me in that equation.

And yet, I couldn't help but think of the times his eyes softened at my poor attempts at baking, even though it tasted like crap and not even Cassian could stomach it, Az would eat the entire portion. Or when in training, my muscles were so stiff that I just wanted to drop to the ground, and he provoked me, knowing what to say to touch the competitive fibers within me, forcing me to get up because he wouldn't let my pride be trampled upon. Even the times he played dirty to make me lose a fight, he knew what to do to distract me.

But none of that mattered. Not when he was with Elain.

It hurt, of course it hurt. It's not like I had been displaced from my place beside him. It's just that seeing him with the Archeron sister made me realize that I wasn't indispensable, he could be fine without me. That's why I had distanced myself, for my own good, for the sake of my feelings, of the unrequited love, and for… their sake.

That I couldn't have Az didn't mean I wouldn't let him be happy with someone else.

And by distancing myself, I supposed I had unintentionally done the same with the others. That's why I had missed some training sessions, why I had stopped going to some family dinners, because it hurt to see him. I knew Cassian was worried, I had seen it in his eyes, and for Rhys, it would be as easy as delving into my mind to know, but he would never do that.

I knew they would let me deal with whatever was happening in my own way, that's why they didn't pressure me, none of them, not even Mor, until I was ready to talk.

And that thought made me realize that I wasn't trying hard enough. I had felt lonely because I had unjustly pushed them away. When I got back home, I would make sure to do my part, I would try to be happy for Az and Elain, I would stop skipping training sessions and dinners to avoid crossing paths with him.

I loved him, and seeing him with someone else hurt me, yet I wouldn't let that affect my relationship with my family. I would pay attention to conversations during meals, I would no longer be a ghost. I had finished with self-pity.

However, I still felt glad to have volunteered to participate in this mission; they deserved all the peace they had, and if I could provide them with more time of tranquility by doing these things, I would. I would postpone everything for as long as possible and offer to go anywhere. And with that last thought in mind, I let sleep take over me and slept peacefully for the first time in months.

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lumnries · 1 year

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┆．pairings stan marsh x gn reader ft. kenny

┆．synopsis stan’s been friends with you since 4th grade, how does he feel realizing he holds feelings for you?

┆．cw not proofread

✉️ … this is my first blog post SO i just wanna say my reqs are open !!!! hmu, you can find my rules here :D i don’t write a lot so this got a bit poor but i tried my best <\3 I FORGOT TO MENTION, THEY’RE IN HIGHSCHOOL HERE 😭😭😭

he doesn’t really realize at first, he’s always noticed how his heart beats faster whenever you were around but never really thought much about it.

it was on the first of the month he recognized his feelings for you. he doesn’t know what to do, should he tell you or keep it to himself? he ponders about it for a bit while walking down the halls. as he reached his locker, he sees you hesitantly talking with kenny. it doesn’t help that both your lockers are right next to each other, but that’s besides the point. he’s more focused on finding out what you guys are taking about.

“hey, why are you guys whispering?” he asks as he opens his locker. only then do you turn around, and god does he feel like disappearing. “stan… it’s nothing.” he stops for a moment. & stares at you, he promptly takes note of your flushed expression & mentally frowns. “well, alright. where are the others?” he closes his locker as he looks at the both of you. kenny seems indifferent but he doesn’t fail to see the slight smirk he wears. now, his dejection is plastered all over his face. an expression of dumbstruck takes over you. “stan? what’s wrong?” you ask, his previous state nowhere to be seen. “don’t worry, i just remembered i had to do something.” giving you no time to speak, stan rushes away.

“seems like he’s discovered something.” kenny disrupts you from your train of thoughts. “kenny, this isn’t the time. he was probably upset about something else.” he shrugs. before you can add on another comment, the bell rings indicating the start of the first period. “shit. let’s talk again later at lunch.” you hurriedly walk to your class as kenny follows behind you. sighing, you open the door to your classroom only to be greeted by your teachers scowling face. you apologize, walking to your seat. you sit down, fixated on your teachers discussion — unaware of a certain someone’s gaze.

suddenly, it’s already lunch. you wait in line with the others in front, allowing you to consider how you actually feel. if you’re gonna be honest to yourself, you’ve probably felt this way towards stan for months now; but you’ve never bothered to express your feelings as he’s always been interested in wendy. but, kenny has certainly made you doubt yourself. you weren’t stupid, you noticed how he seemed to fidget whenever you were around or how his face seemed to slightly burn crimson whenever you complimented him. you sigh, confused by his change in behavior.

& just like that, the day ends. you say your goodbyes to your friends as you walk home. the cool breeze hitting you. your days went on just like this, days turned into weeks & the end of the month eventually got closer. it was the 31st. your day went on how it usually was, but nobody could imagine the stunned look on your face when stan told you to meet him at stark’s pond after class. your heart was racing as you were approaching the said location. you reached the lake, seeing the familiar figure of your friend.

he himself was painted with an embarrassed look. your mind went blank as he got closer & opened his mouth. “y/n, i’m slo glad you came. this is kinda humiliating. i mean, seeing me like this.” he stammers as he talks, “okay, i know this might be sudden but i like you. recently, i’ve started contemplating about how i felt towards you. and i’ve come to the conclusion that i’m absolutely fucked whenever i think of you because i just can’t seem to get you out of my head.” your gaze follows him as he turns his head, looking away. you hold his hands, seemingly making the raven haired boy redden even more. despite this, he doesn’t seem to mind.

“stan. i like you too, you don’t understand how happy i am just being in your presence. i’ve loved you since last year, i just couldn’t stand the idea of ruining our friendship over something i can’t control. just being together with you was enough, but now i’m not so sure.” he’s finally looking at you. your heart feels like bursting. he brings his face closer to yours, as you guys embrace each other. the warmth you felt that day couldn’t be described. & as the month finished, so was the constant confusion of your relationship with the boy you’ve liked.

#☒ ⠀fluff #stan marsh x reader #south park x reader #x reader #gn reader

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drabble #9 - hope

kai parker x reader

summary: kai notices your scars

tags: implied / referenced s3lf h4rm, coffee, crushes

word count: 943

a/n: remembered this has been in my wip folder, but when i wrote it, i had already posted a sh related one that week 💀 but the last two days at work have been ROUGH and i dug it back out.

It’s just for a second that you need to pop into the Salvatore boarding house. Just for a coffee before you head over to the Grill to study. You could just get one there, but you’re a firm believer in having one to-go, to sip on as you make your way to the other place. Besides, taking a detour to the house means chit-chatting with whomever is inside at the moment, and curiosity is killing you to know.

“Hello!” You announce your presence as you walk through the hallway.

“Y/N!” Damon exclaims, “what on earth brings you here today?”

The two of you are probably best described as frenemies. Sometimes you hate him, sometimes you love him; whichever one depends on his attitude.

“Oh nothing much, being nosy, stealing coffee. Who else is here?”

“Elena, who’s off classes for the day. Caroline, who dropped out of school entirely. And Kai, who has nowhere to be, except apparently in my business.”

“Awh, he can’t be that bad.”

“He is, Y/N. Soooo talkative! And since he’s here, Bonnie’s not!”

“But the merge helped, right? He kinda mellowed out, even though you thought the opposite would happen.”

“Doesn’t mean I enjoy his company.”

“I’m right here,” Kai says suddenly.

You turn to the sound of his voice and smile, “hi!”

“Hi,” the boy can’t help but smile back.

Turning back around, you start to make a coffee. You don’t know it, but Kai’s eyes are still on you, watching your every move. He’s curious about you, though knows he can’t admit it. But every small interaction the two of you have, you’re so bubbly and sweet. He can’t help the desire to ingrain you in his brain - the one person who’s ever shown him kindness.

As Kai watches you, though, his eyes linger on your arms. Something catches his eye, just a glance, but it’s long enough to make his stomach drop.

“And so I was running through the trees when I tripped, but then when I turned to see what I had tripped over, I- Kai, stop watching her, that’s creepy!” Elena interrupts the story of her dream to bark at the boy.

Kai snaps out of his trance and mutters an apology.

“It’s okay,” you shrug. “He’s not bothering me.”

“Well he’s bothering me.” Elena then continues after rolling her eyes.

Some time after hearing her story and finishing your first coffee, you excuse yourself to go study. After all, exams are coming up quickly, and there’s no chance you’ll get any work done in the Salvatore house. So, with simple goodbyes to everyone, you go and start to make your way down the gravel driveway.

The moment you leave, Kai shoots up from his chair. “I need to talk to her.”

“Hold up,” Damon stops him quickly, “no, no, no. She was just here. You don’t need to see her alone.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Kai-”

“I just need to ask her something!”

“Damon, just let him. Y/N can handle her own,” Stefan says, obviously tired.

“Fine. If I hear a scream, I’ll be there faster than you know it.”

Kai rolls his eyes, but then practically runs out the door to reach you.

You haven’t gotten far before he catches up to you.

“Y/N, hey!”

Turning, you smile at him. “What’s up?”

“I just…” he’s slightly out of breath, and takes a moment to gain it back. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your,” he gestures to your wrist, “arm. I just… noticed it, like a little glimpse, and want to check that you’re okay. I didn’t want to say anything in front of everyone else, but, uh, yeah.”

“Oh!” Your eyes widen as he references your scars. Three days ago, you broke your sober streak once again. Today, they’re faint, but still visible enough to be seen if anyone were looking. Apparently, Kai was.

You move your hand behind your back quickly. “I’m okay, I just-”

“You don’t have to be ashamed of them, Y/N.” He swallows hard. “I have them, too.” He moves his leather bracelet to reveal a scarring wound, fresher and deeper than yours. It hurts your heart to see.

“Oh, baby!” You exclaim, grabbing his hand without thinking twice. Kai watches in confusion as you kiss his palm, but then step back just as fast as when you grabbed him. “I’m sorry! I totally forgot my boundaries. I, are you okay? Those are deep.”

“I’m fine, it doesn’t bother me.”

“I shouldn’t have touched you. I’m sorry for that, too.”

“It’s okay. It felt… nice,” he admits quietly.

You nod. “Hey, um, do you want to come with me? I’m headed towards the Grill to study, but if you’re up for it, I’d rather be there with you.”

“Yes,” he replies immediately. Then he looks towards the house, “but-”

“Don’t worry about Damon. I’ll shoot him a text that you’re with me, and he’s smart enough to not piss me off. Mmkay?”

“Okay. But if you don’t mind me asking, are you sure you’re okay in, uh, that respect?”

You sigh, “not really. But I will be someday. You?”

“I’m not really okay, either. But uh, this is my first time feeling like I might have hope. Helps to know someone who understands.”

Smiling, you gesture in a question if you can take his hand again, which he allows by extending it out to you. You clasp your fingers together, kiss his knuckles, and then reply, “I do understand you. And if that gives you hope to get better, I will gladly be that person for you.”

#malachai parker x reader #kai parker x reader #kai parker drabble #kai parker fluff #tvd fanfiction

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kinktober - day 29 - wax play // l.s18

Lance Stroll x Fem!Reader

Warnings: alcohol and the consumption of, a little mishap with a candle, lance and his besties together for his birthday, wax play, nipple play, penetrative sex, creampie.

Word Count: 1,447

Author’s Note: okay once again, sorry for the delay + this is sorta birthday centric cause it’s his birthday today lmao -- this might be nonsense I'm hopped up on tylenol and orajel lmao // also sorta proof read sorry :)

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Lance stumbled into a drunken thought after his birthday party and the next day, he’s unable to get it out of his head.

“No, hold on.” You call, the lit candle in your hand. You were trying to get Esteban to move the napkins from near the cake before the candles caught on them.

“Do we have enough candles?” Elena asks, coming from the kitchen with another package.

“I think so,” Mick says, counting the candles on the cake.

Lance sat there patiently waiting for everyone to be done fussing so he could blow out the candles and cut his birthday cake. It was currently Sunday afternoon, after the race. Lance's birthday was on Saturday which was yesterday but because of qualifying, and the next day being race day, they weren't able to do anything together.

All of their flights were leaving Tuesday seeing that they have a week off to rest so tonight would be to party.

The Aston Martin crew had cut a cake for him Saturday before qualifying but he and his friends along with their girlfriends decided to celebrate together post race by cutting a cake and having a little party at an Airbnb in Mexico City.

It was Esteban and Elena as well as Mick and Justine, even Sebastian had popped in for a bit with Hanna before they head out for their reservations. The candle in your hand was lit and you had moved back to get something and you bumped into the chair, the candle dropped and the hot wax hit your thigh.

“Ow!” You rub your thigh, Lance looks over at you. “Are you okay?” He asks you and you nod, “I'm fine, just a little burn. Didn’t even hurt.”

“Are we ready?” Esteban asks, counting the candles; all 24 on the perfectly iced cake.

“One second,” you tell him, getting your phone before FaceTiming someone. You say hello to your sister in law, Chloe and her fiancé, Scotty. You flip the camera so they can see and then you'll begin to sing happy birthday.

Esteban and Mick lead the count, asking him how old he was until they got to 24.

Lance blows out his candles and he cuts the cake.You feed him a piece and then feed him one more on behalf of his sister.

Everyone sort of spreads out after that; Elena and Justine decide to stay inside because it’s sticky and hot out but the 3 boys are on the back desk, having a beer to unwind. You were in the kitchen cutting a piece of cake to give to Sebastian and Hanna, seeing that they had to go.

“Are you sure you can’t stay?” You ask, following them to the door.

“Maybe, we’ll stop by after dinner.” Hanna says with a smile. “No worries,” you return the smile, “you guys have fun. Oh! and try the dulce de leche cake, I hear it's fantastic.”

“We will,” Sebastian says, giving you a hug after Hanna does. “You guys have fun too.” He says and you wait by the door, waving them goodbye as he pulls out.

On the back deck, Lance seemed distracted. Esteban nudges Mick and they look over at their friend, “what’s wrong?” Esteban asks him.

“Nothing.” Lance takes a sip of his beer, the liquid gone warm now and he grimaces at the taste. Mick’s brows furrow, “c’mon man, we know you. What’s on your mind?” He asks his friend.

“Nothing, just thinking about y/n.”

“What about her?” Esteban pokes, earning a smile from his friend. “Just.. well the candle fell on her.” Lance says.

Mick sighs, “she's fine, Lance. I’ve seen her walk into a door and apologize to it.” He laughed.

Lance rolled his eyes, laughing. “That was once and she was drunk, she gets a pass.”

No one except Lance seems to notice the look on your face when the candle hits your thigh. The little hint of excitement that flashed across your face made Lance wonder if that was something you were into. He’d never thought about it nor did he ever ask about it.

The night wrapped up that much longer after that. Esteban and Elena, along with Mick and Justine, decide to head back to their hotels for the night, leaving you and Lance alone for the night.

Your boyfriend dropped back onto the couch, you had a candle burning on the table, the house smelling of cinnamon and apples. His eyes fixed on the glass jar on the coffee table, your hair raking through his thick hair.

“Penny for your thoughts birthday boy?” You ask.

He smiles, “my thoughts are worth more than a penny.”

“Oh sorry,” you laughed, “not all of us have a rich daddy to give us money.”

“Don’t hassle me on my birthday.” Lance pouts and you laugh, leaning down to kiss him. Lance pulls you on top of him, your arms over his neck as you sit on his lap, your lips on his. Your boyfriend’s hands rests on your ass, pulling you forward, your chest pressed to his.

“I was thinking,” he mumbles against your lips. “About?” you ask, your hand resting on his jaw.

“You know when you dropped the candle on your leg.. did it hurt?”

“A little but a.. good hurt.”

“I thought so.” He hums and your brows furrow, “why?” You ask.

Lance scoots you off his lap, his hands reaching for your shirt. He helps you take your top off before he reaches for the candle. You look at your boyfriend hesitantly, “can I try something?” He asks.

You look at him, a little unsure. “Uh-” “Do you trust me?” His eyes find yours.

You nod, “of course I do.”

Lance lets you lay back, he tips the candle over your torso and lets the hot wax drip onto you slowly. He can’t help but admire the way your back arches at the feeling or the sound that leaves your mouth.

“Oh,” you sigh, your eyes closed.

“You like that?” He asks, setting the candle down. You hum, satisfied as you

His hand reaches under you to unhook your bra, letting it drop to the floor. You look at your boyfriend, watching as he kisses down your chest, over your tits before his lips wrap around your nipple, tongue lapping over it.

Your hand tangles in his hair, his name falling from your lips. You feel him shift, his hand dropping to pick up the candle once more and without warning, he lets the warm wax drip over your tits, the red liquid drying against your skin.

“You’re having too much fun.” You giggle, sitting up. He smiles, his arms behind his head as he watches you drop your skirt, the black fabric pooling around your ankles.

You climb back onto his lap, unbutton his shirt for him. Lance's hand drops down, smacking your ass. “You’re such a dork.”

“It’s my birthday, indulge me.”

“Don’t I always.”

You’re up on your knees, hovering over his lap, your hands under you as you undo his pants. Lance helps you, pulling them down enough for you to sink down onto him. Your hand rests on his shoulder, giving you a moment to gather yourself before starting to bounce on his lap.

Lance’s hand stays on your hip, his firm grasp keeping you in place as you rock back and forth. You reach behind him to grab the candle, pouring the wax over his bare chest.

The red stood out in comparison to his pale skin, Lance smiles when you do. “You’re right,” he mumbles, glancing down to watch how your finger smudges the almost tacky wax around his chest.

“Aren't I always?”

“You don’t even know what I was going to say.”

“Don’t need to,” you say, leaning in to kiss him. “I’m always right.”

You rock your hips forward and Lance’s head drops back into the couch, his eyes fluttered closed. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” His hand pats your hip, “made just for me.” He tells you, your lips on his neck -- a trail of marks and sloppy kisses being left along his neck.

Lance can feel the way you were clenching around him and he knew you were close; you knew he was close, his eyes closed and head back.

“C’mon,” you whisper to him, your lips by his ears. “Cum for me, baby.”

You’re on top of Lance, your arms wrapped over his shoulders as you both come down from the high. Your cheek pressed to his, “best, birthday, ever.” He says, laughing.

A hand on his cheek, you smile at him when you pull back a bit. “Let’s take a shower hm?”

“No, no need to move.” He says, wrapping his arms around you.

“Happy birthday baby,” you whisper to him, kissing his cheek.

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in-my-shifting-era · 1 year

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A Knight in a Leather Jacket Pt2

Eddie Munson Fluff

Part 1 here

Summary: Your brother Steve finds you at Eddie Munsons trailer after he gave you a ride and saved you from the rain.

Warnings: Possibly some spelling and grammar errors. (Your girl is dyslexic so I apologize)

Authors note: I apologize that I haven’t posted anything lately. I’ve felt a bit discouraged to post on here. I’m posting this from my drafts for the person who asked for a part 2.

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“He sounds a little grumpy don’t you think.” You look back up at Eddie who laughs loudly covering his mouth and points at the door. “You’re brother is here looking for you let’s be serious.” You roll your eye playfully and call out loudly to your worried brother at the door. “You forgot about me Steve and Eddie so kindly offered me a ride home.”

Steve quickly made his way into the Munson trailer not caring to know if he welcome to come in. He looked at Eddie giving him a thankful smile. “Thanks for being the one to pick her up man. We’ll be out if your way now.” He looks your way and stops his motion when he sees you in one of Eddie’s shirts.

“Why are you in nothing but one of Eddie’s shirts? You sigh lightly sensing Steves protective brother side showing and walks towards the dryer your clothes are in. “My clothes are drying and I’m not in nothing but a shirt. I have some boxers on.” You lift the shirt up enough to show the boxers underneath.

You see Eddie chuckle lightly as Steve walks over to you and swats your hand holding up your shirt back down. “Okay I get it. Get your clothes and we’ll return Eddie’s tomorrow.” You roll your eyes annoyed and grab your still damp clothes from the dryer. “Thank you again Eddie for being my knight in leather today.”

You smile sweetly towards Eddie who actually blushes lightly. “I’ll always be at your service m’lady.” He gives you a dramatic bow and looks at Steve once he’s stood. “Why did you forget about my fair lady?” Steve looks from Eddie to you and looks down almost looking embarrassed. “Uh I saw a cute girl broken down on the side of the road and helped her fix a flat.”

Rolling your eyes as you look at your brother. “You left me to walk home in the rain the save some cute girl? I hope you at least got her number or something.” Eddie laughs lightly at this only making Steve huff annoyed. “You know what I did get her number.” Steve has a slight blush to his cheek as he speaks. “Can we head home now? It’s my turn to make dinner and the soup has been on all afternoon.”

With a still annoyed look you hand Steve your damp clothes and walk to the door, stopping for a moment to put on your shoes. “You sound like a mother of five when you talk like that. Your soup will be fine.” You hear Eddie laugh at this, earning an annoying glare towards the both of you from Steve.

Quickly waving off the mean look you turn to Eddie and offer him a sweet smile. “Thank you again Eddie. I really owe you for saving me from the rain.” The metal head offers you a soft smile back. “It’s really no problem. Maybe we could hangout again. Without being interrupted by Steve this time.”

A small blush keeps onto you face at the offer. You recover quickly once seeing Steve about to butt in. “I’d really like that. I’ll call you. With the number I already have.” Eddie smiles widely at this. “I’d like that. I’ll be awaiting your call m’lady.” All you can offer back is a quick goodbye and a wave as Steve ushers you out of the Munson trailer his protective brother mode in full swing again.

#stranger things #stranger things imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #fluff imagine #eddie fluff #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x reader #steve stranger things #steve harrington

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corneliaavenue-ao3 · 1 year

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headcanon time?

okay then.

when did molly weasley find out about them bein' together?

I started writing this fic about 2 years ago where each member of the Weasley family finds out about Harry and Ginny post war. I have had no motivation to write it for a really long time, so IDK if you will see the full thing anytime soon.

Here is a snippet of Molly's part (which is like the only one that is close to being complete)

Molly knew all along.

She knew who her daughter went to seek out the first night after the battle. She knew about orchard night flies. She knew about tears shed and hands held while she buried her son. And she knew about that stupid bet that Percy and Charlie had that they somehow were both wrong on.

She knew all of this because she was observant. She was a mother who loved all of her children and understood their passions and needs.

She understood that her daughter needed Harry Potter.

Molly knew to listen for the creeks of the 3rd floor landing at 5 AM when Harry and Hermione would switch back into the bedrooms they were assigned to be in all those years ago.

The morning after Ron and Hermione’s going-away party, Molly listened for 15 minutes with no sound coming from either direction .Molly had bid her children a goodnight around 10 PM, as the party raged on. It was nice to be able to actually say goodbye to her children unlike the last time they left after a party not even a year ago. They must not have switched rooms last night, or they were still asleep.

Molly went down to the kitchen to start breakfast for her children. She wanted to make something large for Ron and Hermione since they were going to have a long day of traveling. Molly had insisted that they travel via apparition points or through the International Floo Network at the least, but Hermione said it was important for her to find her parents the muggle way. She did not know how aeroplanes worked, and she was very nervous about their trip.

After setting the kettle on the stove for morning tea, Molly decided to go to the sitting room to clean up after last night’s party. Molly stopped in her tracks after walking through the door. She saw Harry sleeping on the couch with her only daughter curled up on top of him.

Ginny’s head was resting on Harry’s chest

Some more fluff

Molly felt a little weird watching such an intimate moment between the couple, but it felt wonderful to see Harry the most peaceful he has ever been in the 8 years of knowing him.

As she turned to leave and go back to working on breakfast, she kicked an empty firewhiskey bottle across the room. Oh Bugger!

Molly turned back to the couch hoping that somehow she did not wake either one of them. In true not-a-morning-person Ginny fashion, she did not stir one bit. Molly was not lucky enough to not wake up Harry.

She watched as Harry cracked open his eyes. Harry looked down at the red head curled up on top of him and grinned. He kissed the top of Ginny’s forehead and looked up right into the eyes of his girlfriend’s mother.

Harry’s soft smile quickly dropped and his eyes widened at the sight of Molly Weasley in front of him. He slowly sat up, gently moving Ginny so she was not directly on top of him anymore. He probably knew just as much as Molly that it would take a lot more than that to wake up Ginny.

“I- I’m sorry, Mrs. Weasley,” Harry stuttered.

“Oh Harry. There is nothing to apologize for,” Molly said walking over to Harry.

Harry looked down at his sleeping girlfriend, and the soft smile returned to his face. He looked up with a glimmer in his eyes.

“I love her, Mrs. Weasley.”

Molly smoothed the top of Harry’s head. “I know.”

#THIS IS NOT PROMPT TIME THIS WAS WRITTEN AND WILL CONTINUE TO BE UNFINISHED

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Wildest Dreams Chapter 26 - Holy Ground, Part 2

Chapter summary: It's qualifying day in Texas. Bee is stuck on an emotional rollercoaster. It might be more terrifying than an actual race itself.

Content warning: N/A

Chapter word count: 4,084

Author's Notes: I apologize for the long break between chapters. This story has been (technically) completed on AO3 for a while, but I didn't realize I didn't actually post these last two chapters when I was building my fanfic masterlist a long time ago. I'm trying to catch up on working on that, so that means posting these last two chapters of the story for those of you that are following it exclusively through my tumblr. I was originally going to make this chapter both qualifying and the race, but I realized how monstrous of a chapter that would be when I got to the end of qualifying and was already well over 3,000 words in.

Plus, I think it will be nice to give qualifying day and race day each their own chapter, you know?

While I've been writing this, I've tried to keep some of the race results and things that happened during the race as similar to the real world as possible (minus the minor deviations of Williams having better results, etc.) but expect me to take a lot of liberty with this next chapter for the sake of narrative.

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Circuit of the Americas, Austin, Travis County, Texas, United States of America October 23rd, 2021

Saturday meant practice and qualifying. Bee thought she was getting a decent handle on the track - she was in the top half of the free practice timesheets, at least.

She had some time to eat between practice and qualifying, but she found she didn’t have much of an appetite - the pressure was starting to sink in.

Susie and Emilia were both sitting with her in the Williams hospitality area while she picked half-heartedly at a salad.

“You need to eat more, Phoebe. You’re going to regret it later if you don’t.” Emilia said.

“I know! I just -” Bee said, frustrated. She wasn’t a little kid avoiding her vegetables, her stomach just felt like it would reject any food at the moment. “I don’t know why, I haven’t felt this nervous since my first race.”

“Hey,” Susie said, reaching out to lay her hand over Bee’s. “I know, it’s a lot of pressure to want to do well for your home crowd, because they’re here to support you. But you can’t let yourself get too caught up in that - once you get in the car and put your helmet on, just treat it like you would racing anywhere else in the world. Plus, the people that came all the way here to see you race are going to support you no matter what happens.”

“I know, but -” Bee sighed. “Okay. You’re right. That’s exactly how it happened at my first race. Once I got going, it just felt… normal. I guess I’m just overthinking it because it’s here.”

Emilia looked thoughtful for a second, and checked her watch. “We have a little bit of time before we need to get you warmed up for qualifying, but… if you’re feeling nervous, we can spend a little more time on some deep breathing, or massage, if that will help.”

Bee perked up a little bit at the suggestion. “That sounds… nice. Okay. Let’s do that.”

“But -” Emilia said, “I want you to eat at least a little more before we do. It’s not going to do you any good if you’re nervous and hungry during qualifying.”

Bee sighed, and took a few more bites of her salad, making sure to at least get all of the pieces of roast chicken that dotted her salad. If nothing else, protein was good - it would help keep her full.

They said goodbye to Susie with a promise to meet back up in the garage after qualifying, and headed back to Bee’s driver room. Emilia turned off the lights as she closed the door- “I hate these fluorescent lights. There. That’s probably more relaxing.” - as Bee hopped up onto the massage table and laid down on her stomach.

“Actually,” Emilia said, gently. “I don’t know how you’d feel about this… and you don’t have to, if you’re not comfortable with it, but it might feel better without your undershirt in the way. I’ll be able to push deeper into your muscles, at least. And I have an aromatherapy lotion that might help calm you down. I can use that, if you’d like?”

Bee’s brain filled with static at the suggestion, but she still felt herself sitting back up, wiggling out of her snug fireproof shirt, and setting it on a shelf next to the massage table, like it was a reflex. “That… sounds nice. Yeah.” She said.

“Okay. If you get uncomfortable at any point, let me know, and we can just do what we normally do.” Emilia said.

Emilia found the bottle of lotion in her kit, put some into her hands, and rubbed them together to warm things up. The room filled with the floral scent of chamomile and lavender. Bee breathed deeply. It was already comforting.

“Okay. Let me know if my hands are too cold.” Emilia said, pressing them gently across the middle of Bee’s back. They weren’t cold at all - they were pleasantly warm, and she was pressing with such a weight that Bee felt herself calm down further.

“Oh, you are kind of tight today.” Emilia said, as her hands traveled over the solid planes of Bee’s upper back, still staying on top of her bra. She was gentle at first, letting the warmth of her hands and the calming effects of the lotion take some of the tension out of Bee’s muscles, but eventually let herself press deeper and deeper, attempting to release the knots in earnest.

It seemed to be working - Bee was already noticeably more relaxed by the time Emilia finished.

“Okay, sit up, please.” Emilia said.

Bee opened her eyes back up and did as Emilia requested. “Let’s go through some breathing, now.” Bee was sitting on the table, with Emilia standing in front of her. “Give me your hands.”

Bee didn’t ask why, she just held them out. Emilia took them in hers, and Bee couldn’t help notice how warm and soft they felt. She wasn’t sure why Emilia was doing this, but it felt almost grounding as they went through their normal deep breathing progression.

“There. Feel better?” Emilia said, turning the light back on once they’d finished.

“Yeah, actually, a lot.” Bee said.

“Good.” Emilia said. “Then we should plan on taking a little more time for this tomorrow as well. Here -” She said, handing Bee her nomex undershirt. “Let’s go ahead and go through your warm-ups before you have qualifying.”

After Bee got warmed up and ready, she headed back out to the Williams garage for the briefing she always had with Gaetan before sessions. Claire caught her on the way in, though.

“There was someone looking for you earlier. I think it was one of the guests you invited?”

“Was it my parents?” Bee said, looking around. She’d given her parents paddock passes, but they were sitting in the grandstands with the rest of Bee’s family for qualifying, as far as she knew. They’d be in the garage for the race tomorrow.

“No, it was two women, actually. I think they’re in the viewing gallery,” Claire said, pointing to the rows of chairs set up in the back of the garage. They’d often have guests - usually employees of their sponsor companies - seated there to watch the race.

Bee craned her neck to the back of the garage area, and saw a middle-aged woman with bright red hair, wearing a Williams t-shirt, seated next to a younger woman, who was wearing a matching shirt. “Oh! Okay! I know who that is.” She was excited.

“Tell Gaetan I’ll be over in a moment, please!” She told Claire, over her shoulder, as she walked to the back of the garage.

As she walked up, the woman didn’t see her - she was looking at her phone, until -

“Adelle?”

Adelle looked up, and it looked like it took a second for Bee’s presence to register, but after a split-second, she was on her feet, pulling Bee into a tight hug. Bee would have normally been startled by the unsolicited affection from a near-stranger, but not this time. She returned Adelle’s embrace.

“Phoebe Stallard, after all this time. I can’t believe it.”

Adelle stepped back, looking Phoebe up and down. “I really can’t believe it. Look at you. I knew when I met you, you’d make it someday. I was so excited to get your package, and - oh, this -” she said, indicating the woman next to her, who was now standing as well. “Is my daughter, Olivia. We started watching the races together again once I told her there was a woman that got signed to Williams.”

Bee stuck her hand out to shake hands with Olivia. “It’s nice to meet you, Olivia.”

“Honestly, I thought she was crazy when she told me she knew you, like, you don’t know somebody just because you were sitting next to them on a flight, mum. But then she got your package in the post and I thought, well, I guess she does know her.”

Bee laughed. “Well, it was a long flight! We got to talk about a lot, and she told me something I really needed to hear at that point in my career - I was just coming off of a very rough period, then, and something your mom told me let me know I was… on the right track. Pardon the pun.”

They talked for a few minutes about how Olivia had gotten bored with watching Formula 1 years ago because there wasn’t anyone she really felt like rooting for. But at the end of 2019, she’d read the news that Bee had been signed to Williams and called her mother up immediately and told her that there was a female driver for the first time in decades. Adelle, of course, told her daughter that she had met Bee a few years prior on a flight back from Mexico. Olivia was currently in university, so she and her mother watched the races together via Facetime every Sunday.

“I really liked Susie Wolff… way back in, what, 2014? 2015? I thought she was going to make it onto the grid, but then she retired.” Olivia said. “So I’m glad you made it, and it’s funny that you’re on the team she was on.”

“Actually,” Bee said, “She’s my mentor, more or less. She’s one of the reasons I’ve been able to make it. I think she will be around the garage after qualifying if you want to meet her. I don’t think she’d mind.”

Adelle and Olivia got excited about that. They’d always wanted to meet her.

Bee eventually had to leave for her briefing, but she gave Adelle and Olivia each one last hug.

“Thank you so much for the passes and the shirts. We’ve had an amazing time here so far, and I’m really glad we got to do this together.” Olivia said.

Bee smiled. “It was my pleasure.”

After meeting Adelle and her daughter, the last of Bee’s nerves for qualifying had almost completely disappeared. Susie, of course, was right - the people that supported her would support her no matter how she did. She wanted to do her best, still, but the pressure of possibly letting people down was off.

She had her normal briefing with Gaetan, they went over the strategy for the day. They discussed some of the changes they’d made to her car after the morning free practice to try to compensate for some high tire wear they were seeing. It was a warm day, and this track was naturally hard on tires.

“…If you can get some speed taking Turn 9 flat, you don’t need to lift or brake for turn 10, the curve is gentle enough. And in Turn 11, make sure you get a good exit. It’s right before the DRS zone, so that’s where you’re going to want to try to aim for most of your overtakes. Questions?” Gaetan said, going over the notes he’d taken from practice.

“Wait, turn 9, flat?” Bee said. Turn 9 was a chicane at the end of a series of s-curves, and you had to make sure to carry a wider line in turns 7 and 8 to position yourself to take turn 9 flat.

Oh, and you had to be a little brave. She had been lifting a little bit through that section, and losing some time in the sector.

“You can do it. You’ve gotten close already.”

She stuck her radio earbuds in her ears, pulled her HANS device and balaclava over her head, and clambered into the car - she would wait a few moments before she put her helmet on.

Emilia came over with her drink bottle and handed it to her. She squatted next to the car so she was level with the cockpit. “Hey, how are you feeling?”

“Okay, I think. I’m ready.” Bee said.

Emilia grabbed one of Bee’s hands from where it was resting on the top of the steering wheel, and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“You can do this. I -” Emilia paused. It looked like she wasn’t sure what she’d wanted to say. “I’m rooting for you.”

Bee smiled at her trainer. “Thank you. I’m going to do my best.” She squeezed Emilia’s hand back. It was time to pull on her helmet and gloves and get ready to start.

“Radio check, Phoebe. Are you ready?” Bee heard in her headset.

“Loud and clear, Gaetan. Let’s do this.”

The mechanics got her car set to launch, and as soon as she got the signal from her pit crew supervisor, she was off and running on her out lap.

She took a moment to look at the grandstands as she passed them, and she was astounded. It was always a little hard to see, but it was clear that they were absolutely packed. She also saw something that stunned her - a veritable sea of American flags.

She thought for a moment that they were just because this was an American race, but she had been to races here before and hadn’t ever seen anything quite like this. Those fans were here for her. It gave her a shot of confidence before she crossed the line to start her first flying lap.

She was dialed in. It felt like she and the car were finally able to work together. Up the hill of turn 1, turning into the sharp left-hander at the top, through the sweeping high-speed turn 2, into 3 and 4’s copy of Silverstone’s Maggots through Chapel turns. Through 5 and 6 she had to find the right balance of the throttle to carry the speed through into the Interlagos-style S-curves. She almost had it flat through turn 9 like Gaetan had told her, but she was hampered by traffic.

That’s okay - she’d get it next lap. Through the tight hairpin and into the long back straight. And then, into the series of curves modeled after the Hockenheimring, and probably Bee’s favorite part of the track. She had to make sure to use turns 13 and 14 to get the right entrance into turn 15, which was hard-braking down to almost half-speed. Getting the right line here was essential, but she swore she could almost hear the roar from the infield grandstands as she passed. Three more sweeping corners and she was back at the start line with her first time set.

“Very good, Phoebe. That was P9 so far. Keep it up.” Gaetan said.

“Thanks. I got caught in traffic in sector 2, hopefully I can get it this time.”

“Copy. Keep pushing.”

She and George got through Q1 without issue, - strange that even just last year she was thrilled if she made it out.

In Q2, she managed to start building a rhythm of sorts, and finally managed to get around the turn 9 chicane flat - traffic was no longer an issue now that the first five had dropped out, and this wasn’t a short track anyway. She had to be careful about doing slower runs to cool her tires, though.

She had an incredibly quick lap during Q2, managing to set all green sectors - F1 used color-coded indicators on timesheets for each section of the track. Purple sectors meant that you had set the fastest time overall in that sector, green sectors meant that you had set your personal best for the day, and yellow sectors meant that you’d fallen short of your best time. All green sectors were good - it meant that her car was getting faster as the track evolved and was gaining more rubber from tires passing over it, increasing the grip of each car.

She went over the line once Q2 ended and waited to hear if she’d made it through to Q3. She made it for the first time in Turkey, but she ended her session right after Q2 because there was no point in running any more with her grid penalty at that race.

“Phoebe, that was P8, we are in Q3. Great job.”

A wave of relief washed over Bee as she drove back to the garage for the break between sessions. She only needed to run for 12 more minutes, and she was at least guaranteed to be in the top 10.

She did her best to keep herself calm as she went back out for more flying laps.

“Okay, Gaetan. Starting my flier right now, please keep me up to date between runs. I need to know where I can pick up some time for this one.”

“Copy, Phoebe.”

He gave her lap-by-lap updates, until eventually, the session was ending. Phoebe pushed with everything she had on the last lap she knew she was timed, and held her breath as she crossed the line, waiting to hear her placement for tomorrow.

“Okay, Phoebe. That is… P…”

She waited, nervous as she started her in lap. "Asshole." She thought. Gaetan was usually fairly no-nonsense, and didn't usually have much of a sense of humor over the but right now, he was teasing her.

“6!” He said. “That was an amazing last lap, you just edged out Sainz. Wonderful work.”

Phoebe exhaled, and could feel the tension leave her body with a laugh.

“Holy shit. Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She wasn’t even really sure what else to say.

“And you’ve out-qualified Mr. Russell! He’s at P8 for tomorrow. Incredibly well done.” Gaetan added.

It was the first time she remembered out-qualifying George. In Monza, he was ahead of her during qualifying, but she managed to overtake him in the race. She drove back to the garage and felt triumphant when she got out. Emilia and Susie were waiting for her, both gathering her into a hug at the same time as she climbed out of the car, before she even had a chance to take her helmet off.

“Where did that come from?” Susie asked Bee as she pulled off her helmet and balaclava. She was laughing. “You were driving like a woman possessed.”

“I kind of felt like it.” Bee said. “I really want to be on the podium tomorrow. I mean, I always want to be, but it feels like I might have a chance, now.”

She turned her head for a second, back toward the viewing gallery, and saw Adelle and her daughter.

“Oh! Before I go change and stuff, would you come with me for a second? There’s people here that want to meet you, if you have a second. I invited them. Do you remember me telling you about that woman I met on that flight? It was a long time ago.”

“I think… actually, I do remember that!” Susie said.

“Well, I managed to track her down.” Bee was already leading Susie back to the viewing gallery as she was talking.

It was really lovely, seeing Adelle and Olivia meet Susie. Bee felt a bit bad about putting Susie up to it without really asking first, but if Susie was annoyed, she definitely didn’t show it. Actually, she seemed happy that someone had recognized her racing career on her own merit. Bee had noticed that whenever Susie had to do press, people were far more interested in asking about Toto. Susie had a formidable career now on her own, as the former team principal and now CEO of a successful Formula E team.

After, Bee went to shower and change, and then she had a few press obligations and interviews to do. She had an interview with Netflix to do, but after that she was free. The rest of the day and evening felt like a bit of a blur. She met her extended family for dinner, and she brought Emilia with her. (This time, Emilia stuck with Bee’s advice and managed to avoid accidental extended conversations.)

After meeting with her family, she headed back to the hotel, intending to get a good night’s sleep - if she could. Tomorrow would be a big day. She said goodnight to Emilia and headed down the hall to her room, when, behind her, she heard someone calling her name from down the hallway.

“Phoebe!”

She turned around to see Charles Leclerc half-jogging toward her from down the hallway. He was a handsome man, with dark hair that was usually some degree of disheveled, light brown eyes, and a boyish, sweet-looking face. He reminded Bee of a cat, somehow.

“Oh! Hi, Charles.”

“I just wanted to tell you, good job today. You’ve really been improving all season.”

“Ah… thank you. I’m just trying not to be nervous about tomorrow.” Bee said, looking down at the strangely-patterned hallway carpeting. “I thought Germany was my home race because I grew up there, but racing in the country you represent is… different.”

“I understand.” He said.

“How… do you deal with the pressure of performing in your home race?” Bee asked him, still not really looking up at him.

He laughed a little, but it wasn’t really a genuine laugh, more of a sad one. “I’m not really the person to ask, I’ve never had a good result in Monaco.”

“Oh. Right. I’m sorry.” Bee said, looking up at him now. “I… forgot.”

There was a joke around Formula 1 that Charles Leclerc had a “Monaco curse”. He was the only Monegasque driver on the grid, but he had yet to actually finish any race in Monaco. He had gotten pole position when they raced there a few months ago, but a gearbox issue from a qualifying crash prevented him from even starting the race. In his season in Formula 2, he had to retire because of a loose tire from another car causing damage to his. Another crash ended his run when he raced for Sauber in his first F1 season, and he hit a wall in 2019. The 2020 race was canceled altogether.

“No, it’s okay. Because even though I still haven’t finished a race in Monaco, the people there support me, and want me to do the best I can. So that helps, a bit. I think it’s the case for you, here. I’ve never seen so many American flags in the grandstands every time I’ve been here. Even if you crash out completely, you might have some that are disappointed in you, but you will have so many more people that just want you to try again next time.”

It was basically the same thing Susie had told her yesterday, but it was nice to hear it from someone else, and from someone that had their share of issues with their home race.

“Thank you… that actually makes me feel a lot better. Good luck tomorrow.” Bee said, turning toward the door of her room to unlock it.

“You’re welcome. And good luck to you, as well.” Charles smiled, and turned back to head back to his own room.

Bee went into her room, plopped down on the end of her bed, and just enjoyed the quiet for a few minutes. It was the first time she’d been alone, really, all day, other than when she and Emilia were in her driver’s room earlier. Honestly, she’d wished Emilia was here now, instead of upstairs in her own room. But, it was probably good for her to have some alone time.

Finally, she went about the business of getting ready for bed - brushing her teeth, washing her face, flossing, and so on. She scrolled a little bit through TikTok and Twitter (she didn’t have a TikTok account where she posted things, she just liked to look), and then it was time for sleep.

After a few minutes of fruitlessly attempting to will herself into sleepiness, she decided to try a visualization technique that Natalie had taught her a while ago. While she usually chose to visualize the track, this time, she decided on another image.

It was tomorrow, the race was done, and she was on the podium. She didn’t really notice what step she was on, or care. The American flag was bright behind her, shining from one of the LED displays behind it. She had the flag draped around her shoulders. There was one of those Pirelli podium hats sitting on her head, covering her messy hair. She actually didn’t like hats in general and hardly ever wore them, but she’d wear that one proudly. She could feel the heat of the Texas sun, and she could feel the cool, heavy weight of the bottle of victory champagne in her hands as she popped it open. She felt the cold droplets of spray from the bottles of her competitors that were on the podium with her - she didn’t see who the other two were, she didn’t care. The full-throated roar of the home crowd was almost enough to drown out “Les Toreadors”.

She was finally able to fall asleep.

#f1 fanfic #f1 oc fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #original character #female oc #female f1 driver #toto wolff #george russell #my fanfic #series: wildest dreams #susie wolff

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Robin Them Blind

Master Post, Chapter Nine

CHAPTER TEN: CRUMBLED DOWN

When Robin has return to Slade's lair, he found that his mentor was not pleased with the relationship he made with the Titans. For a week he tortured him, teaching him a lesson not to cross him.

He was then able to leave the lair, but he wasn't allowed to go alone. Slade had to be there every step of the way. He had one more mission to do, however it would not be easy. Well, it was easy to do. But in Robin's heart he knew it would not be easy for him to do.

He needed to infiltrate the Titans tower one last time and rid the world of the teen heroes.

Despite his legs being sore from the multiple stabbing Slade did to him, he leaped over the buildings of the city to get to Titans Tower. All but one light was off. Which meant everyone else was either asleep or out of the tower. Most likely asleep. He got to the front door and took in a deep breath before pressing the buzzer.

It didn't even take a second before someone answered. "Hello?" the one voice Robin didn't want to hear came.

He felt a stinging feeling in his heart, but it wasn't coming from Slade this time. He sighed quietly and looked up, revealing his two black eyes that were visible around his mask. "Hey."

"Robin? Why... why are you here?"

"I, um," he mumbled, "I came to apologize."

Kid Flash blinked then moved aside. "Come on in."

Robin thought for a moment and looked around before slowly nodding. "Okay."

Kid Flash smiled weakly. "What's up?"

"L- like I said," he replied while shoving his hands in his pockets, "I just came here to apologize."

"What's bugging you?"

He shook his head while looking down at the floor. "Nothing."

"Robin, I know something's bugging you. Just talk to me."

"I... I can't tell you."

Kid Flash frowned and reached forward to grab his hand. "I won't get mad, if that's what you're worried about."

Robin blushed lightly and flinched before he could take his hand. "That... that's a lie."

"It's not a lie." He pulled his hand back, frowning.

"You don't know it yet," he sighed, "But you will be mad."

"Then I won't hurt you."

Robin chuckled lightly and looked up at him, revealing the bruises and and cuts all over his face. "I wish I could say the same."

"What happened?"

"Oh, nothing." he shrugged as he started to walk towards him.

Kid Flash didn't look scared, just worried. He even took a step forward instead of back. "What did you mean earlier? When you said that you can't say the same?"

He got closer and grabbed his arm, his hand rough and scratched up. "That I can't not hurt you?"

"I trust that you won't hurt me." Kid Flash smiled softly at him, grabbing his other hand.

Robin smiled back and rubbed his hands with his thumb. "You won't for long." he mumbled.

Kid Flash's smile fell. "What do you mean by that?"

Robin took in a deep breath and pulled him in for a deep kiss. It almost hurt how fast Kid Flash relaxed and kissed back. He wrapped his arms around him and revealed a trigger in his hands. He really wished he didn't have to activate it, but he had to.

He didn't want to let go of him. He didn't want to say goodbye again. He pushed the kiss in deeper as he slowly pressed the activator. Quiet beeping sounds started to go off around the tower.

Kid Flash pulled away from the kiss. "Do you hear that be—"

Without thinking, Robin immediately pulled him down to the floor and surrounded him in a hug as if it would protect him. Kid Flash blinked then hugged back. He shut his eyes.

A loud boom went off and others went off after the other. All of the cameras Robin had hid in the tower were also secret bombs that he had activated.

Kid Flash let out a scream and stood up. He picked Robin up and ran out of the tower. He stood just outside of it, watching it fall. Robin felt himself go numb, not able to move any piece of his body. He was still in shock of what he actually did and couldn't think of what to say or do.

"No!" Kid Flash got ready to run back inside, but the tower crumbled. "They were all in there."

"You could still get them out," Robin mumbled as he stared at the ground, feeling a shocking strike attack him again though he ignored it.

"Help me, please."

"I can't." he muttered, "Plus, you're the fast one. You're... the hero."

Kid Flash looked at him, his eyes wet with tears. "Robin, please. I need you to help." He pushed a large piece of rubble out of the way.

Robin turned around, seeming angry and sad. "Why are you still talking to me?!" he shouted, "I'm a villain! I tried to kill you! Why are you still here and wasting your time to save your real friends?!"

"Because I love you!" Kid Flash turned to look at him. "Because I want to see the best in you! Just help me save them then you can leave us all you want!"

Robin's eyes widened and he sighed before slowly standing up. "Don't be stupid. There is nothing good about me."

"I know there is." Kid Flash tossed more rubble to the side.

"You don't know anything."

"I know that. Just help me or go."

Robin took in a deep breath before turning around and started walking away.

Kid Flash sighed sadly then kept digging to get the others out. He internally prayed that by some miracle, they would be alive. He suddenly felt a hand touch his shoulder. He flinched and looked over.

It was Starfire with a frown on her face. Along with her was the rest of the team, unharmed and okay. His eyes widened and he jumped up to hug her tightly.

She smiled weakly and hugged him back. "We are the okays, Kid Flash," she assured, "You no longer have to be concerned."

"You're alive. How did you survive?"

Cyborg gestured to Raven. "Raven sensed something was wrong and woke us all up. By the time everyone was together, we heard bombs going off and she made a portal for us to go through," he explained, "We couldn't find you though, and we hoped you had run out in time."

Kid Flash nodded and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, Kid Flash," Raven walked up to him, "I'm sorry he didn't turn out to be the person you hoped."

"I shouldn't have trusted him. This is all my fault." Kid Flash hugged himself. "I let him in."

"It's is the okay," Starfire assured him, "We all make mistakes."

"Not like this."

"We'll find him and we'll take him down for what he did," Cyborg said as he punched his fist into his palm.

Kid Flash looked at him then nodded as he shut his eyes. "He needs to be stopped. But we need to find out who his mentor is."

"I think I've got a good idea of who it could be," Raven said as she picked up a black and orange communicator that had a large '*S'* on it.

"Slade..."

"Not surprised," Raven sighed.

Beast Boy frowned. "So, he took down Slade as a trap?"

"I doubt he actually took down Slade," Cyborg theorized, "They probably thought of it together to gain our trust."

"That makes sense..."

Kid Flash sighed. "We're going to need to take them both down. We can't let them take over the city."

"Of course," Cyborg nodded, "They already took down our home, we're not gonna let them take down the rest of it."

"We're going to stick together. I have another place that we can stay, but it's small, so people would have to share rooms."

"I am okay with that; I just want to be sure my friends are safe." Starfire nodded

Beast Boy nodded. "Don't matter where we live."

Chapter Eleven

#teen titans 2003 #robin them blind #robin #kid flash #beast boy #dick grayson #slade

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Accidentally Injuring Their Partner PT. 2

Part One Here

Y’all- the last one is like, my most popular post. As I’m currently writing this, it’s literally almost at 1K notes so... yeah. This one needed a lot of thought and effort if it’s going to meet people’s expectations.

Please read the note I added at the end of the fic

Genre: angst

Type: drabbleshot

Warnings: gore, mentions of hospitals, crying, cursing, toxic relationships, self blame, some real ‘who cares how I feel, how do you feel?’ kind of unhealthy vibes, hazbin hotel reference (found in Todoroki’s section), talking down on oneself,

Other: this was requested multiple times, but this bitch was planning it before it was requested haha I’m so cool no I’m not I still feel like shit lmao.

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Tomura Shigaraki

It was really all he could do to stare at you.

You’d moved from the theatre to an abandonment hospital, mostly to find any leftover supplies to help with your arm, or rather, lack thereof.

You’d only sort of expected this. Tomura lashing out at you, you getting hurt, you just didn’t expect it to result in you loosing a fucking arm.

Toga was helping to change your bandages, and Magne was speaking quietly with Twice, Spinner, and Compress.

Dabi was speaking with Shigaraki outside the room, and you couldn’t hear what they were saying. You were glad, you didn’t exactly want to hear his voice right now.

You didn’t think you were being that annoying, you thought you were just helping him. And you usually did. When he’d have his little tantrums, he’d get upset at you sure, but he’d never hurt you.

You knew you didn’t do anything differently than usual, maybe he was just more stressed than ordinary? Maybe you should’ve recognized that and altered yourself to fit accordingly.

Or maybe he’d just been horrible, and attacked you for no reason, and you had just been trying to help him.

You knew it was more likely the latter, but you couldn’t help but blame yourself. People don’t just try to kill their partners that they love so much

The door slid open, and Dabi stepped in. He glanced around the room, waving his hand to usher Magne, Spinner, Twice, and Compress out of the room. Today stood up, but you grabbed her hand.

Dabi pushed the door open a little wider, and your boyfriend stepped inside. For once, you were glad he had that horrible hand in his face, you knew that if he took it off you’d probably vomit.

“Call us in if you need anything.” Dabi offered uncharacteristically, sliding the door shut behind him.

Everything was quiet.

Not even the people in the hallway wanted to say anything.

He slowly walked towards you, pulling up a chair and sitting down.

You sat cross-legged on the creaky hospital bed, staring at him as Toga held your hand.

“Why are you here?” You asked quietly.

“I- I um. Why is she here?” Tomura ignored your question, pointing to Toga next to you.

“She’s here because she chopped off my arm after you dusted it. She’s here because she saved my life. Why are you here, Tomura?”

One of his hands lifted to his neck, scratching lightly.

“Shit- I didn’t want anyone else in here-“

“Why not? Don’t want anyone to see you loose yourself and hurt me more? Don’t want anyone here to save me?” You snapped.

“You- you know I didn’t mean it-“

“It doesn’t matter if you meant it or not, Shigaraki.” He flinched away when you spat out his last name like that. “I still got hurt. I lost a fucking arm because of you. How horrible are you that you have to cover up your own insecurities by trying to kill me? No really, I could have died.”

“I’m sorry!” He exclaimed, nails digging deeper into his neck. “I love you, okay? And I promised I’d protect you so-“

“So you broke your promise in the worst way possible.” You swung your legs over the side of the bed, squeezing Toga’s hand before letting go. You walked up to Shigaraki, lifting your hand and gripping his shoulder tightly.

“I’m going.” You whispered. “I can’t be around you. I still have family outside the League, friends that aren’t villains. I can build myself a semi-normal life. I’ll be happy without you.” You turned back to Toga, offering her a smile. “You can come over whenever you want, you’re my friend.” You headed towards the door.

You paused when you heard a soft noise, like a gargled scream. You turned around, seeing Shigaraki shaking.

“No, no please no- don’t go!” He spun around, grabbing your shoulders. You shoved him off you in an instant, curling into yourself

“GET OFF ME!” You screamed. But he was already launching himself at you again, you saw his palm flying towards your face. This time, it wasn’t an accident.

And you knew you wouldn’t make it out this time.

You were pulled back by a strong force, realizing Magne was holding you tight. Compress and Dabi were on either side of Shigaraki, holding him back, while Twice had ran to Toga.

“No! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Please don’t leave me!” He screamed, the hand fell loose on his face, tumbling down to the floor. You turned away, not wanting to see him.

You could only imagine his expression.

“Goodbye, Shigaraki.” You whispered, ducking out of Magne’s grip and rubbing off.

“Goodbye.”

Touya Todoroki/ Dabi

It had been a week since he’d seen you, a week since he’d felt your hands on his. A week since he’d heard your voice. A week since he’d seen your smile.

A week since he’d burned you.

Called you inferior.

Threatened to kill you.

Well there was certainly a reason why he hadn’t gone to see you since the incident.

But...

He missed you.

He felt so guilty, knowing what he’d said and done to you, and he needed to see you.

Maybe he was just being selfish.

Maybe he knew he’d done something wrong.

Maybe he needed to call you.

He flipped his phone upside down, then right side up again on the counter of the bar.

Toga sat on a stool next to him, tapping her hands against the marble in boredom.

“So... what’s up with you?” She asked, cocking her head and glancing at him.

“Like I’m telling a brat like you.” He growled, flipping his phone over again.

“You’ve been off all week!” She exclaimed, leaning towards him. “Somethings happened to you.”

“If i tells you a little, will you shut up?”

“Mhm mhm!”

“Ughhhhh fine. I had a fight with someone close to me. I... I really hurt them. I know it. I haven’t spoken to them in a week.”

“So... Dabi has a soft spot?”

“That’s not the point of this. Also say that again and I’ll kill you.”

“Oookay then. You should just call them. Say something to them and apologize.” She offered with a shrug.

Dabi sighed, pressing his face into his hands.

“They don’t want to talk to me. Trust me on that.”

“Welp- that’s just my advice. Cent for my thoughts kind of thing except you didn’t pay me. You owe me a penny.”

Toga shrugged, hopping off the chair and leaving the room.

“Don’t owe you shit.” Dabi grumbled, glowering down at his phone again. He pulled up your contact, staring at the picture he’d set for you.

You had a bright smile, emoji hearts decorating your cheeks. It was from your first ‘date.’ When you’d hung out at your place after he broke in looking for shelter and food.

You’d taken care of him, let his spend the night, and even offered to let him stay whenever he needed to.

You were an Angel on earth.

And he’d burnt you.

Called you dirty.

And selfish.

You were anything but.

Ring

“Why the hell are you calling me?”

“I-“

“Dabi. Why are you calling me? You hate me, don’t you?”

“I don’t hate you...”

“Jeez, coulda fooled me.”

“Baby...”

“Don’t call me that.”

“I- I didn’t mean it.” He choked out. “Everything I said, I didn’t mean it. And I-“

“I really don’t care. The doctors said my arms would scar. I’m burnt and scarred like you. Are you happy? Is that what you wanted to achieve? Make me like you so that no one would want me? So that only you could have me?”

Yes

“No! I never wanted to hurt you, ba- Y/n please,”

“Please what? Please what, Dabi? What do you want from me? Huh? You want me to cradle you and say is all going to be okay? You want me to kiss your scars and tell you you’re beautiful? You want me to suck your dick and tell you I love you? After everything you’ve put me through?”

“I-“

“It’s not just you burning me. You’ve left me for days without contact, and then showed up like nothing’s happened! You’ve hit me and then groveled and cried for my mercy! You’ve made me do so much shit for you in bed that I never wanted to do! Our entire relationship, I was scared you’d get sick of me and kill me!”

“You really thought that?”

“Well guess what motherfucker? You can’t come after me! I’ve told the police what happened. Everything between us. They’re helping me move across the country. You’ll never see me again. Happy?”

“No. No no I’m not happy why would I be happy? You made me happy, when I didn’t even know what the word meant, you don’t have to go through with this, please don’t go through with this!”

“Don’t flatter me. I never made you happy. Nothing could make you happy except watching the world burn. I don’t make you happy, Dabi-“

“Yes you do!”

“Just shut up. I’m going to hang up. If I’m being honest... I’ll miss you. You made me happy. But with so much anger and fear surrounding you, it’s hard to even remember the last time we were happy together.”

“I’m... I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

Beep

You were gone.

Shouto Todoroki

If you thought Shouto was quiet before, you should see him now, wait, you were seeing him now, in class, eyes boring into your spine.

You still had a large bandage on your face, being hit in the face with plus added fire power is bound to leave a mark that lasts for over three days.

Did I mention it had been three days now?

It’s very hard to ignore Shouto, seeing as you were in the same class and lived in the same dorms.

Plus everyone in class wanted to know what happened between the two of you, why Shouto seemed so down, why you had the bandage on your face, and if it was all connected.

You’d only told one person what had gone down between the two of you, and that was Bakugou.

Which maybe was a mistake, because he took to trying to fight Todoroki every time he saw him, and repeatedly told you that he ‘fuckin knew that icy-hot bastard was a good-for-nothing bag of of poorly packaged horse shit.’

You appreciated his comfort, but it hurt you every time he said something about Todoroki.

“I don’t get why you’re defending the scumbag. His hand hasn’t even healed off your face yet!”

You and Bakugou were heading to the dorms after class, and he had gone on his usual tangent about how Todoroki did this, Todoroki did that, Todoroki was an asshole, etc etc.

“I mean... he’s technically still my boyfriend. And he’s been nothing but kind to me up until this point. He just... he was stressed, and I was being a bother. I’m sure the injury will fade at some point, then he’ll talk to me again and we can get back to normal.” you shrugged, rubbing at the back of your neck. “We’ll be fine.”

“You know what you are? A pushover.” Bakugou glared at you.

“Wha- I am not! Where did you get that idea?”

“Oh I don’t know, maybe from the fact that You forget to check in with how you feel and keep thinking only about that Half n Half bastard! ‘Oh, he must be so upset with himself!’ Fuck that! How do you feel?”

You kept your eyes on the ground, speeding up. Bakugou grabbed your sleeve, tugging you backwards. His hands found your shoulders, thumbs rubbing soft circles. Your breath hitched, did Shouto ever do this for you?

Not that you could remember.

“I feel... nervous.” you admitted. “I’m nervous that he meant what he said to me. That I’m nothing but a bother to him. I’m nervous that he’ll never come and talk to me, never apologize. I’m worried that if he does talk to me, he’ll think it was my fault. It wasn’t was it?”

You looked up at Bakugou warily, and squeaked when he tightened his grip on your shoulders.

“The fuck? Of course it’s not! Idiot.” he poked your forehead, and you couldn’t help but giggle a little. “Keep talking.”

“Um... I’m...” you took a deep breath. “I’m angry. I’m angry that he hasn’t talked to me. I’m angry about what he said. I’m angry that he even hit me to begin with. If we were training, of course it’d be different, but we weren’t training. And he hurt me. And now I’m doubting everything between us.”

Bakugou was silent, Cardinal eyes met yours. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, and for a moment, you feared Bakugou would try to blow your ass up for being a pathetic little weakling.

I mean... compared to people like Todoroki and Bakugou, you were right?

Bakugou took a step forward, pulling you into his arms. You held your breath, wondering if he was going to finally snap and kill you.

But... it felt nice.

You lifted your arms, wrapping them around his body and tugging him a little closer. You buried your face into his uniform shirt, body shaking a little as you cried.

You almost wanted to scream, but then the school would panic.

So you just cried, sobbing into his arms and letting him hold you. His embrace was war and comforting, nothing like you’d felt from your so-called boyfriend.

Maybe he was right, maybe you really shouldn’t try to think about him.

You did deserve better.

You sniffled, pulling off Bakugou with a soft smile.

“Thanks, Bakugou. I really needed that. And you’re right.”

“What was that second thing?”

“You’re right.”

“Hmmm?” Bakugou cupped a hand around his ear, feigning deafness.

“Oh my goodness- I said you’re right!”

“That’s it.” he patted you on the shoulder, proud smirk traced across his features. You chuckled. “Now you’re going to tell that to Mr. Daddy Issues and get the fuck over him.”

“Alright, but you’re coming with me!” he nodded, keeping his hand on your shoulder as you returned to the dorms, heading to his dorm.

You paused just outside his door, knocking lightly. Bakugou was a few feet behind you, out of the way, but close enough to step in if something were to happen.

The door swung open slowly, revealing a bored-looking Todoroki. WHen his eyes landed on you, he jumped a little, taking a step back. His hand tightened around the doorknob, his other hand gripping his pants

“Y-Y/n-“ he stuttered, eyes flickering between you and Bakugou. “I-“

“We need to talk.”

“Listen I- I’m sorry!” He exclaimed.

“Todoroki, I don’t think you get it. ‘Sorry’ doesn’t cut it. You might have scarred me, so your one mistake might stay with me my whole life!”

“I know.” His head drooped, and his grip on his pants loosened. “I know. I’m- I’m just like him.”

“Him?”

“I promised I was nothing like him but here we fucking are!”

“Shoto what are you talking about?”

“I’m the worst kind of person!”

“No!”

Shouto looked up, eyes brimming with tears. You took a few steps forward, taking his face into your hands.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered “it was an accident, and you didn’t mean it. Please don’t talk about yourself like that.”

Bakugou grabbed you, yanking you away from him

“Uh, what the fuck? You came here to sever ties with him, not fucking comfort him!”

“Look at him, Bakugou. He needs me.”

“Y/n-“

“Trust me.” You smiled at Bakugou, pushing him away from you slowly before turning back to Shouto. You took the boy into your arms, rocking back and forth with him.

You ignored the heavy feeling in your chest, and the screams your brain slew ar you to get off of him, get away from him, and let Bakugou protect you.

You ignored logic, emotion, and all better judgement.

For this boy who’d hit you.

But Bakugou would end up being right, he was smart.

You’ll see.

Katsuki Bakugou/ Dynamight

Shit wrong Pomeranian

That’s better

Katsuki stood outside Recovery Girl’s room, waiting for Kirishima to come out and tell him what was going on.

He was chewing on his nails, foot tapping against the ground as he stared at the door. He could hear people moving around and talking inside.

He couldn’t get the sound of your screaming out of his head, the large dark patch that formed on your skin around your face, the way you just... fell.

The door slid open, and Bakugou stared forward and Kirishima stepped out, smiling and thanking Recovery Girl.

Bakugou was on his feet in an instant, grabbing Kirishima’s arm.

“How are they? Do they hate me? Can I see them?” He rambled, Kirishima gently pushing Bakugou off him.

“Uh, they’re fine for the most part, they haven’t said anything about you at all, and ask Recovery Girl.” He said, backing off down the hall as Bakugou stared helplessly after him.

“You uh- you might want to apologize. They are really upset.” Kirishima told him, quickly running off down the hall. Bakugou faced towards the room, stepping inside.

A cyan curtain blocked him from seeing you, and he heard shuffling behind it. It slid open, Recovery Girl stepping out. She looked up and saw Bakugou.

She wacked his leg with her needle/cane, and he yelped, stumbling backwards.

“You have no shame!” she snapped. “With what you did to them, you should be cowering outside right now!”

“Shhh!” Bakugou pressed up against the wall. “Do you want them to know I’m here?”

“Are you that clueless?” she grumbled, pulling herself up into her chair. “They’ve gone temporarily deaf.” Bakugou froze, glancing back at the curtain.

He’d blown up your eardrums.

He felt Recovery Girl press something into his hands, and he glanced down.

It was a small whiteboard, with a pen and washcloth.

This was how he’d have to talk to you.

On a fucking whiteboard.

RG pulled the curtains aside, revealing you.

You were laying in the bed, half your face wrapped up in bandages, hands resting on your lap.

“Y/n...” he murmured. You remained still, staring out the window. Bakugou cleared his throat, and you still didn’t react.

“They can’t hear you, remember?” RG shook her head, waddling over to the other side of your bed, pointing at Bakugou. He watched your face slowly turn, before his eyes shot away from you, staring at the ground.

He heard you swallow, and you let out a soft whimper.

Were you scared of him?

Bakugou lifted the whiteboard, quickly scribbling some kanji on it

ごめんなさい (Translation: I am sorry)

You reached forward, taking the whiteboard from him and erasing his words, putting your own down instead.

分かってる。(Translation: I know)

Bakugou pursed his lips, fidgeting with his shirt before he watched you put more writing down

どうして？(Translation: Why?)

Bakugou reached out, taking the whiteboard back, quickly putting down his excuse explanation

私は弱いと感じました。じゃあ霧島を助けてくれたんだ。うらやましくなってきた (Translation: I felt weak. Then you helped Kirishima. I got Jealous)

お許しください (Translation: Please forgive me.)

He handed you the whiteboard back, tapping his foot against the ground. You passed it back to him, and he hurridly read your response.

私はそれについて考えます (Translation: I’ll think about it.)

He had a chance. His eyes finally lifted off the whiteboard, landing on you.

The visible part of your face looked exactly the same, although there was a large bandage on your ear. Your eye looked sad, fearful, and nervous. You had a shaky smile on your face, trying to make him feel better.

You were always thinking about him.

��れは再び起こらないだろう (Translation: It won’t happen again)

You sighed, smile falling.

本気？(Translation: Are you sure?)

Bakugou felt his heart drop into his stomach.

Well of fucking course you didn’t trust him, look what he’d done to you!

おっしゃる通りです。. もうお前を放っておいてやるさようなら、y/n。(Translation: You are right. I will leave you alone now. Goodbye, y/n.)

He stood up, leaving the whiteboard on your bed. He headed towards the door, with his hands stuffed into his pockets. He ignored the soft cry of your voice, surprised he was leaving.

He ignored the way you managed to choke out his name in a warbly, unsure voice.

He slid the door shut behind him, slumping against it and sliding down until he sat on the cold ground. He buried his face into his arms, finally allowing himself to cry.

He wasn’t going to try and talk to you, he resolved. He wasn’t going to bother you or scare you.

He’d keep you safe by refusing to talk to him.

He’d let the author end the fanfiction right then and there.

The door slid open behind him, and he flopped backwards, staring up at your face. You were holding the whiteboard.

オマンコにならないでください。事故だったのは分かってる頑張って俺を捕まえるのか諦めるのか? どんなヒーローがあきらめるだろうか？

(Translation: Don't be a pussy. I know it was an accident. Are you going to work hard and get me or give up? What kind of hero would just give up?)

A smirk slowly spread across his face. Yeah, he’d work hard. He’d never scare you or hurt you again. He’d do better.

He’d be the best boyfriend.

And he’d accept your help to stand up next to you.

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After fic note: ohmygod I’m finally finished. This took fucking forever. You loved part one so much, I had to make sure part two was perfect.

Some of these ended in heartbreak

Another ended in a questionable descision

The last ended happily

All of them are different!

I hope you get my references, and appreciate the Japanese Kanji I put in Bakugou’s part (if any of it is inaccurate, please let me know so I can try my best to fix it. I don’t speak or write Japanese, I used this translator to get what I needed).

I worked hard on this, so if y’all could tell me what you like and dislike about this so I can improve my writing, that would be lovely. Don’t be afraid to pop a comment or pop into my ask box, I do my best to respond to every comment and ask, so don’t worry about being ignored.

I love all of you, and I’m so glad to be able to write for you.

Thanks for all of your support, I promise I’ll work hard on all of my drafts to make sure you get entertainment constantly!

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Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Requested by @hstyleswritten : you and Tom make tik toks on set that test your friendship

Masterlist

“Hi tik tok.” You waved to your camera. “I’m not sure who’s gonna see this but I wanted to announce that I’ll be playing Black Cat in the MCU going forward. I just saw that the news broke online and-“

“-and she’s my girlfriend.” Tom jumped on your couch and wrapped his arms around you. “Did she tell you she’s my girlfriend? I finally got one.”

“All right, relax.” You chuckled as you playfully pushed Tom off of you. “I’m his girlfriend in the movies. Tom and I are just friends.”

“Why’d you have to kill my vibe?” He teased as he hugged you again. “Who is this video for anyway?”

“It’s for tik tok.” You told him.

“Oh. Hi tic tac!” He waved to your camera, making you burst out laughing.

“No it’s not…you know what? It doesn’t even matter. Bye tik tok.” You waved goodbye.

“Bye tic tac! Are they sponsoring you?” Tom asked as you posted the video.

“Uh uh.” You said sarcastically. “Tic Tac is sponsoring me. I get free breath mints for life.”

“Really?” Tom gasped. “You’re so lucky.”

“I’m joking.” You laughed. I don’t think they sponsor anyone. Wait, look. I already got a few thousand followers.”

Tom looked at your phone and patted your back to show he was impressed.

“Wow.” He smiled. “Look at you.”

“Please.” You rolled your eyes. “They’re following for you.”

“Darling, don’t be ridiculous.” Tom tutted as he pinched your cheeks. “They’re following to see this pretty face.”

“No.” You giggled as you pulled out of his grasp. “It’s for you.”

“We should make more of these.” Tom suggested.

“Oh, trust me.” You told him. “I plan to.”

“Hi Tik Tok. I’m on set right now. I can’t show you anything or I will be smited but look who I’m with.” You grinned as you rested your head on Toms shoulder and panned the camera to him.

“Hi.” Tom smiled at you. “What’s this for?”

“Tik tok.” You told him. “Say hi.”

“Hi tik tok.” Tom waved. “What is tik tok anyway?”

“It’s a dating app.” You told him casually as you posed.

“What?” He stammered, his jealously getting the better of him.

“I’m kidding.” You chuckled, making him sigh in relief. “It’s kinda like vine. Remember vine?”

“Is that that thing you showed me with the “road work ahead” guy?” Tom wondered, always confused with changing technology.

“Yeah, that’s it.” You laughed again at his choice of references.

“Uh, I sure hope it does.” Tom quoted in the style of the vine. “Was that good?”

“That was perfect.” You complimented, smiling at how he looked to you for approval. “I’m so posting this.”

Tom leaned on his hand and watched you fondly as you uploaded the video.

“How many followers do you have, love?” He asked as he gazed at you.

“13 million.” You showed him your phone and shook it proudly.

“Wow.” His eyes widened. “Already?”

“What can I say? They all want to see this pretty face.” You teased as you pinched his cheeks, just as he did to you.

“Unhand me, woman.” He laughed. “That’s seriously impressive. I can’t believe my best friend is the face of tic tacs.”

You rolled your eyes at his joke as he laughed at himself before checking the comments on your latest video.

“Okay I’ve been getting a bunch of comments to do more tik toks with Tom so I’m gonna pull some pranks on him.” You said as you set up your phone. “He should be coming to my trailer any minute.”

Soon enough, Tom opened your trailer door and set a package of baby carrots and some hummus on your counter.

“Hey.” You said stiffly, keeping your eyes on your phone.

“Hi beautiful.” Tom smiled at you. “Whatcha up to?”

“Nothing.” You mumbled. “Just sitting here.”

“Are you okay? You seem upset.” Tom noticed. You flicked your eyes to the camera and smirked a little before going in for the kill.

“You could have been nicer to be today.” You said quietly, still keeping your eyes down.

Toms eyes widened before filling with sadness as he took a seat next to you in the couch.

“I’m sorry, princess. What did I do that made you feel like that?” He apologized as he rubbed your back.

“Nothing. I don’t want to talk about it.” You said coldly as you turned away from him.

“Is this because I said my butt looked bigger in my suit than yours looked in your suit?” Tom asked, making you break.

“You didn’t say that.” You laughed as you turned around.

“But I’ve been thinking it all day.” He grimaced, resulting in you hitting him with a pillow.

“You think I didn’t see you camera?” He laughed as he pointed to your phone. “You’re making a clip clop.”

“It’s a Tik Tok.” You corrected as you hit him with another pillow. “And I hate you.”

“Guys. Send help.” Tom said as he grabbed your phone. “My best friend is trying to kill me.”

Tom let out a scream as you chased him but the video ending and perfectly cut off his scream. You burst out laughing when you watched it back and added some hashtags before posting it.

“How many followers are you at now?” He asked once you caught up to him and tackled him onto the bed.

“23 million.” You told him as you shook your phone in his face.

“Wow. All thanks to me.” He pretended to flip some hair behind his shoulder.

“Shut up.” You shoved him playfully. “I’m so gonna get you back for this.”

Your plan to get Tom back went into motion the following week when the two of you were hanging out in his trailer.

You set the camera up and gave it a thumbs up before putting your feet back in his lap. You watched him scrolling on his phone for a moment before letting out a loud sigh.

“Are you all right?” Tom immediately noticed your sigh.

“I’m fine.” You said flatly.

“You don’t sound fine.” Tom insisted as he rubbed his thumb against your ankle.

“I am.” You shrugged. “It doesn’t matter.”

“If somethings bothering you, it matters to me.” Tom said gently.

“Whatever.” You grumbled. “Don’t worry about it.”

Tom pouted for a moment when he realized he wouldn’t be getting through to you before an idea came to him. He sudden yanked you by the ankles onto his lap and began to tickle your sides.

“Are you fine now?” He teased as you burst into laughter. “Does this feel fine?”

“You can stop now.” You said between fits of laughter. “I’m okay. It was for a tik tok.”

“You’re making another tik tok?” He asked as he found the camera.

“Yup.” You smiled proudly as you reached for the camera. “Bye guys!”

Knowing Tom was in the eating area, you went to see him with another idea for a video. You discreetly set up your phone next to Tom before going through with your plan.

“Hi Tommy.” You greeted him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You placed a kiss on his cheek before sitting down.

“Hi. Aw.” He chuckled fondly and rubbed your back as you sat down. “What was that for?”

“I just wanted to kiss you.” You shrugged.

“Aw.” He repeated as his cheeks heated up. “Thank you.”

Just as you hoped, Tom leaned in to kiss your cheek. You smiled warmly at him before wiping the kiss off with your sleeve.

“Did you just wipe it off?” Toms smile fell when he saw what you did.

“Hm?” You hummed as you leaned on your hand.

“You wiped my kiss off.” He repeated, visibly offended now.

“Sorry. It was a little wet.” You shrugged.

“So are my eyes in two minutes if you don’t let me give you another one.” Tom pouted.

“All right.” You agreed. “Try not to soak me this time.”

Tom kissed your cheek again and you gave it a minute before wiping it off.

“Oh My God.” He gasped and got up. “I’ve never been this insulted in my life.”

“Wait.” You laughed as you grabbed his hand. “Come back. It was for a tik tok.”

“Again?” He smiled in relief as he sat back down. “How do I keep falling for these?”

“I don’t know, but I’m glad you do.” You chuckled. “You’re getting me a lot of followers.”

“I’m telling you and tik tok right now.” Tom pointed at the camera. “I’m never falling for one again.”

“Yeah right.” You snorted. “He so is.”

And he so did.

“Hey.” You said causally as you walked in to Toms hotel room and found his sitting on the bed.

“Hi.” He said back as you knelt down in from of him. “Oh? What are we doing?”

“Just sit back.” You smiled at him, his eyes widening as you spread his legs apart. He leaned over to see what you were doing right as you picked up a pen you had planted under his bed earlier.

“Thanks.” You held up the pen. “I’ve been looking everywhere for this.”

“Wait, what?” Tom sputtered as you got up from the floor. “That’s it?”

“What’s it?” You asked innocently as you clicked the pen a few times.

“You were just getting a pen?” He gulped as he crossed his legs.

“What did you think I was doing?” You played dumb as you looked at him through your lashes.

“Nothing.” Tom said skeptically as he took a pillow from the bed and placed it over his lap.

“Doesn’t sound like nothing.” You tilted your head to the side.

“It doesn’t matter.” Tom muttered as he held the pillow down.

“Uh huh.” You nodded. “Is there a reason you’re crossing your legs?”

“No. For an unrelated reason, I have to use the bathroom.” He got up quickly, keeping the pillow where it was as he ran to the bathroom. You grabbed your phone and saved the video to your drafts, smirking to yourself as you watched it back. You posted it just as a very sheepish Tom came out of the bathroom.

“Good evening.” He said stiffly as he held his hands behind his back.

“Hey.” You chuckled. “Feeling better?”

“Yes.” He narrowed his eyes at you. “I do.”

“Good.” You smirked. “Glad to hear it.”

“You’re sneaky.” He pointed at you accusingly. “You’re a sneaky little snake and I don’t appreciate it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You shrugged simply.

“Oh, don’t you?” Tom mimicked you.

“Tom, come on. This isn’t fair.” You sighed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Stop being so hard on me.”

“I hate you.” Tom said decidedly as you giggled shamelessly. “I seriously hate you.”

“Aw. But I love you.” You pouted as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Yeah, right.” He scoffed. “Was that for that stupid app?”

“Yep.” You popped the p. “Thanks for 30 million followers, by the way.”

“30 million?” He asked. “You’re gonna have to do something huge to get to 50 million.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” You told him. “I have just the thing.”

“Okay, Toms in the bathroom but he’s coming back any second. This has been the most requested one by far, so I’m gonna do it.” You smiled nervously. “This is the “kissing my best friend” challenge.”

Your hands shook as you set your phone up on the nightstand just as Tom came out of the bathroom.

“Come here.” You pulled Tom by the hand until he was next to you on the bed. “I wanna show you this song.”

Your thighs and shoulders were brushing as Electric Love played, a small smile resting on Toms lips as he listened to it.

“This is a nice song.” Tom said softly as he turned to you. “Do you like it?”

“Yeah. I really like it.” You mumbled as you pulled his face to yours and kissed him. Toms eyes widened in surprise before fluttering shut. He kissed you back eagerly, placing his hands over yours to keep you close. He pulled away after a moment and rested his forehead against yours, sighing happily as the music stopped.

“Did you actually want to kiss me or was that for a video?” He asked suddenly.

“Both.” You giggled before kissing him again. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now. Tik tok just gave me a perfect opportunity.”

“So that was real?” He asked hopefully. “That wasn’t one of your pranks?”

“No.” You shook your head, your noses brushing against each other. “It was not a prank.”

“Thank god.” He sighed in relief and covered your face in kisses. “I was planning on kissing you, by the way. I just hadn’t gotten around to it yet.”

“Uh huh.” You humored him as you uploaded the video. “Sure you were.”

“I was.” He insisted. “I had a whole speech planned.”

“Really?” You looked at him. “Tell me your speech?”

“Something along the lines of you’re beautiful, you’re magical, and I want to be your boyfriend more than anything.” He shrugged casually. “No biggie.”

“Aw. Too bad you were too chicken to say it.” You teased.

“Shut up.” Tom laughed. “I was gonna get there.”

“Look.” You showed him your phone. “I posted that less than five minutes ago and it already went viral.”

“What did I tell you?” Tom sighed happily.

“You told me what?” You looked at him curiously. He chuckled a little and pinched your cheeks.

“It’s all because of that pretty face.”

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buckysbabygorl · 3 years

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Get it Together

Summary: Sam asks Bucky what the hell that was all about

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 500+

Part 1

“Wanna catch me up?”

Bucky’s head turned at the question, but he didn’t falter in his step.

It wasn’t long after his and Y/N’s conversation that he was slithering out of the bar, Sam not far behind as he watched his partner leave.

He barely got in a proper goodbye to Y/N as he left, confused and distracted by Bucky’s brooding state.

“It’s nothing.” Bucky explained.

Sam scoffed, much like Y/N had earlier.

“Okay, let me try again. What’s going on with Y/N, because that didn’t look like ‘nothing’ to me.”

Bucky should’ve told Sam earlier, but he didn’t know what to say. What had happened with him and Y/N?”

Could any label be put to that? The tension, the intimacy, the almost something that was tumbling into nothing?

Shit, Bucky decided was a good descriptor, things with Y/N had turned to shit.

Sam caught up, walking in stride with Bucky as the cars sped by on the busy downtown street.

“Before everything went down with Walker and the Flag Smashers, Y/N and I got… close.”

Sam raised a brow, surprised that during Bucky’s “social lull” as he liked to describe it, he was connecting with someone. To the point he used “close” in referral.

“We’d been talking, we saw each other—I meant to tell her. But, everything happened so fast. I didn’t tell her where I was, I didn’t talk to her. Then the months passed and now we’re here.”

Sam’s eyes went wide, “Months? She didn’t know where you were for months?”

Bucky groaned, annoyed. “I know. I’m not good with keeping up with people—”

“Buck that’s no excuse. You can’t just disappear on people.”

“I get it. But there’s nothing I can do about it now. You saw how it was back there.”

Sam remembered how coldly you’d greeted Barnes, and how curtly you introduced your new partner before happily joining everyone else.

“Doesn’t mean you can’t apologize. You can try, that’s a start.”

Bucky sighed, shoving his hands further in his pockets. He walked ahead of Sam, a subconscious attempt at an escape.

“It’s not worth it.”

Sam scoffed, “You’re pathetic.”

Bucky whipped around at the statement.

“What did you just say?”

“You heard me. You’re pathetic. You ran away, you fucked up, and now you won’t fix it.”

The wind broke their silence, sharply streaking over their exposed hands and faces, bitterly biting at their skin.

It felt appropriate for the situation at hand.

“You care. Don’t pretend you don’t, fix it Barnes.” Sam shook his head, continuing to walk. “For God’s sake get your shit together.”

Bucky stood alone for a moment, Sam walking further ahead of him.

He was too tired for this conversation, contempt fueling him to keep his stance in the predicament. What did he have to fix? You moved on, you didn’t care, end of story.

But he couldn’t stand alone in the cold forever, so begrudgingly, he caught up with Sam. Both walking silently in the cool autumn night, nothing more said about the bar they’d left behind.

Part 3

A/N: Hey babes! Doing a short lil’ angst series off of my previous post. A few of y’all wanted a follow up ig 🖤 enjoy what comes ☺️

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ignitedbynatsu · 3 years

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He Makes You Feel Insecure ~ Laxus

A/N: Erik/Cobra will be up next! I’ll probably post it next Tuesday or something like that. Anyway let me know who you want me to do next! I was thinking Natsu or Rogue 🤔 (future me: well that was a big lie 😶)

warnings: insecurities (he makes you feel weak), cursing

genre: angst to fluff

Other versions:

Gray ~ Erik/Cobra ~ Bickslow ~ Gajeel ~ Natsu ~ Jellal ~ Freed ~ Sting ~ Rogue

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It was supposed to be an easy mission. Go in by morning, get back by noon. For some reason you couldn’t get yourself to focus, often leaving blind spots, but luckily Laxus was always in time to protect you from harm.

You didn’t like relying on others, especially Laxus. It only made your overthinking worse. After all, why would he be with someone that’s not even S-class? You’ve heard the whispers in the guild and Magnolia. Mira-Jane and Laxus would’ve been a much better couple than you two. Even Erza would’ve been a better match, but he still chooses you. Was it out of pity? Did he think you’d get better eventually? Was it a joke? After all, you hadn’t been dating for that long. He could easily change his mind if he saw how weak you actually were.

As your thoughts kept going down the negative spiral, you once again left your right side completely open. Only this time Laxus wasn’t in time to protect you, resulting in a nasty cut that ran across your ribcage.

Laxus finally decided he had enough as he saw his significant other clutches her side, blood soaking through the fabric of your shirt. He electrocuted everyone around, making sure not to hit you.

“I’m sorry-“ You wanted to apologize but quickly cowered at his stone-cold glare

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, (Y/N)? How many times am I gonna have to save you today? Get your head out of your ass and start taking this serious, or I’m going home.” He growled “I don’t need this job. If anything it’s an embarrassment that I still go on such low-class jobs. This wouldn’t have happend if I went with Freed”

The vile words that came out of Laxus mouth, confirmed your already overwhelming fears. You were too weak. You were nothing but a burden to him. The difference in power between you two was enormous. While this job seemed like a walk in the park for him, you still would’ve struggled even if you didn’t have an off day. You wouldn’t have gotten hurt that’s for sure, but you still would’ve been drained afterwards.

“I’ll be better,” You said quietly as you bit through the pain. You recollected yourself and fought off the remaining bad guys, making sure that you were covered on all sides.

All throughout the fight, the pain in your side got worse. It felt like someone was stabbing you repeatedly, but you bit your tongue and decided to ignore it. You didn’t want to look even weaker in front of your boyfriend. After all, it was just a light graze, right?

“How’s your wound?” Laxus asked once you left the job requester’s house with your payment. “It’s fine don’t worry about it”

“Really? Let me take a look” He pressed, but you pushed his reaching hands away “I’m serious, Laxus, it’s just a small cut nothing to be worried about”

That was a massive lie. The cut burned with every step you took. The both of you didn’t even notice that there was still some blood spilling out of it due to your shirt being incredibly dirty from the mud and blood mixed together.

Once back at the guild, Laxus went straight up to Freed, Bixlow and Evergreen, while you went and sat at the table Lucy, Wendy and Carle were seated at.

“How did the job go?” Wendy asked as she sipped on whatever drink she had ordered from Mira-Jane.

“Some cuts and bruises, but the payment was worth it” You joked. The two girls and Exeed laughed at that before talking about something else.

You zoomed out as your wound was taking up all of your attention. It felt as if your heart was beating right where the cut was. With every heartbeat, you had to do your best to suppress a wince.

“(Y/N)? Are you okay? You look a bit pale” Carle suddenly asked, snapping you out of your thoughts

“Yeah… I’m going to the toilet” You didn’t make it far, because the moment you stood up you collapsed to the ground, fainting from the amount of blood you had lost.

“(Y/N)?” Laxus called out, panicked, as he saw your familiar figure hit the ground with a thud. He quickly shot out of his seat and was in mere seconds crouched next to your body, picking your head up carefully.

“Everyone, step back!” Makarov ordered as Wendy knelt next to you as well. She lifted your shirt and gasped at the deep cut.

“How did you not know about this?” Wendy asked the older mage as Mira-Jane quickly ran off to get a wet towel to clean out your wound and some bandages.

“I know she got hit, but when I asked her about it, she told me it wasn’t anything serious” Wendy was already performing a healing spell on you while Mira-Jane rejoined to clean out the wound. “She lost a lot of blood, so she’ll need some rest, other than that, I think I healed her”

“I’ll take her home. Thank you, Wendy” Laxus picked you up carefully before saying goodbye to the others and reassuring them he’d look after you.

As he walked the short walk home, he couldn’t help but wonder why you lied to him. Did you not trust him?

He had laid you down in bed and decided to prepare the both of you some food while you were still out cold. This is the reason why you woke up to the smell of something burning. “Laxus?” You croaked as you recognized the all too familiar room you woke up in.

“You shouldn’t be out of bed” He quickly rushed you back. It was a rare sight to see Laxus worry about someone this much, but it was a sight you often got to see when you two were alone.

“What happened?” You asked as you peaked over his shoulders at the steam coming out of your kitchen.

“I wanted to make us some food since you were still out cold, but as you can see, it didn’t really go as planned.” He replied as he scratched the back of his neck with the ever slightest tone of pink visible on his cheeks.

“It was very thoughtful of you, thank you,” You said as you got back in bed with you back rested against the headboard.

Laxus sat down as well, but at the end of the bed, putting some distance between the two of you, signalling that something was up. He made it even more clear when he let out a heavy sigh “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t think it was that big of a deal-“ “that’s bullshit, (Y/N), and you know it” He cut you off before you could finish your excuse. A heavy silence was placed upon the two of you. You were contemplating whether you should let him in on your thoughts or not.

“Do you not trust me?” He asked softly, you had never heard the feared Laxus this vulnerable, it made you feel guilty for making him feel that way.

“No! No, of course not. I trust you with all my heart, it’s just…” You trailed off, at a lost for words once again. You didn’t want to seem weak in front of him. Furthermore, you wanted to prove that you were just fine, but you couldn’t think of a believable lie.

“(Y/N), please, tell me what’s on your mind. Was it something I said?” He pressed on.

“What is it that you see in me, Laxus?” You asked softly. “Where is this coming from?”

You sighed, making sure you were 100% okay with letting him in on your insecurities before continuing “You can’t tell me you haven’t heard the whispers on the street about you and Mira. You two would be a much better match. I’m just some weak mage that’s only holding you back. I’ll never reach your level. Not only that, but I don’t even get why you still want to go out with me on these kind of jobs ‘cause it’s as you said, it’s an embarrassment for you to still do these. The fact that I still see them as hard only proofs how I’ll never be good enough to be an S-class wizard like Mira or Erza. I’ll never live up to the standard of being the girlfriend of the powerful Laxus. I’m just… Not good enough I guess”

He listened carefully that every word that left your mouth and realization struck him as you recalled his words. He had made you doubt yourself. “Is that really what you think I care about?”

You looked up at him and softly nodded your head while biting down your lip. Afraid of him starting to laugh at you for your insecurities. “Listen, (Y/N), I wouldn’t give two flying shits about you being strong or not. Hell, I wouldn’t even care if you had magic or not. I fell in love with you for who you are. You are the smartest, most creative, breathtaking woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Don’t even get me started on that smile. I am deeply sorry for playing into your securities. I was frustrated with myself for not protecting you from that bad guy in time. Please, don’t ever feel like you can’t tell me something because you’re afraid that you’ll come across as weak. I care much more for your health than your pride”

“You love me?” You asked as you looked at him with puppy eyes.

“That’s all you took from that?” He chuckled softly, making you give him a sheepish smile “But, yes, I love you. I know we’ve only been dating for a couple of months and I don’t expect you to say it back, so-“

“I love you too, Laxus. Sorry for making you think I couldn’t trust you.” You said as you inched closer to give him a sweet kiss “So, how about some take out?”

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stardustedknuckles · 2 years

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“Look at me. You’re safe, and I’m never going to let you feel alone again.” Beauyasha, trans Yasha? SFW or Spicy, your call. I know you have a fic where they are both trans but...just Yasha for this one?

Mix of SFW and spicy, nothing explicitly enacted. SFW trans fics are a fun challenge because I never like to write in a way that would imply anything's really out of the ordinary insofar as being trans. People are exactly who they say they are in the CR world and in my writings/AUs, so it becomes a game to find a reason to bring it up at all. I'd give this a strong T. Guessing around 800 words, soft post-canon feels.

It was rare that Yasha woke before Beau and unthinkable that Beau would remain asleep once she did. Barring too much to drink or physical exhaustion, Beau was up with the sun and twice as bright. So when Yasha woke to late-morning light and Beau curled up facing the wall beside her, it took very little to surmise that something was amiss.

"Baby?" Yasha blinked the fuzz of sleep away quickly and lifted a hand to brush at Beau's shoulder, curiosity sharpening to concern when Beau flinched and pulled her knees in more tightly. In almost the same motion she was already moving, squirming wordlessly backwards against Yasha's side in apology. "Beau, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." Her voice was rough - another oddity in a growing list.

Nothing only ever meant "wait" coming from Beau these days, so Yasha rolled over carefully and draped her arm over her girlfriend's warm waist, drawing her in and curling protectively close.

"It's dumb," Beau said finally. "It was so fucking good to see everyone for a whole week. I should be waking up refreshed and whatever, making dumb jokes about you being happy to see me." She ground down a little on Yasha's unurgent hardness and seemed to relax at the soft huff and the kiss on the ear she got in return.

"I am always happy to see you, it's true," Yasha murmured. "But you're not happy and I want to help if I can. Is it…?" she drifted her hand just beneath Beau's navel in demonstration. Her periods were normally fairly predictable, but they were close enough that pain wasn't out of the question.

"It's not that." Yasha watched Beau's throat flex as she swallowed. "I mean it's probably not helping, but I'm not hurting."

Yasha curled her fingers gently over Beau's hipbone, thinking back to the moment she'd caught last night. Beau had been smiling incredulously at one of Fjord's tales, but it hadn't seemed quite real. Sincere, but also a little sad. Yasha thought of the way Beau saw endings before they happened and stroked her stomach softly. "Aren't you?"

Beau sniffed abruptly and curled in on herself again, swiping a hand over her eye frustratedly and worming closer to Yasha when she held her instinctively closer. "S'bullshit."

"You weren't ready to say goodbye," Yasha murmured.

"I was fine. It's just weird today."

"I wasn't talking about last night."

Beau turned her head and looked up at Yasha for a long moment, and then she bit her lip when it trembled. "Guess not," she managed, and she was already turning to burrow into Yasha's chest when she leaned back to coax her in.

"It's okay," Yasha soothed. "I've got you."

Beau gave a wet sniff and clung on to Yasha's shoulder. "That's part of why it's dumb. We're all still friends. You're here. Nothing's changed from a week ago when it was just us and Caleb." She took a shuddering breath and blew it out slowly. "I never got this upset when people left for real, Yash, and they're not even leaving. They're just living somewhere else."

The quiver in her voice broke Yasha's heart; the fact hat Beau was doing precious little to hide it from her filled the cracks with light. "Somewhere we aren't," she acknowledged. Beau nodded. "What are you afraid of, baby? How can I help?"

Beau's voice was very small, breath hot on Yasha's neck. "I don't want to be alone. Which is dumb, because it's not like -"

"Beau." Yasha ran her hand gently down the slope of Beau's back, following the bend of her to hook a soft hand behind her knee and draw it to tangle with hers. "Will you look at me?"

Beau unfolded herself slowly, reluctant to show herself if not to be seen by Yasha, and when Yasha reached to swipe a thumb under her damp cheek she chased the touch for just a moment.

"I've got you," Yasha told her again. "You're safe, and I'm never going to let you feel alone again."

The smile Beau tried to give her was cracked down the middle. "That's my line," she joked.

Yasha nosed her hair gently and smiled. "I miss them too, baby."

"You do?"

"Of course."

Beau took a sharp, aggrieved breath. "Then if I miss them and you miss them, they probably miss us and what the fuck are we all doing?"

"I don't know," Yasha said truthfully. "I think…maybe Jester and fjord are trying some doors that weren't open before, and Caduceus and Veth really missed their families. Kingsley has a whole new life, and Caleb…"

Beau snorted. "Is our feral cat, kinda."

"Yes." Yasha stroked Beau's hair, then pressed a kiss to it. "He makes a very good cat."

The huff Beau gave wasn't quite a laugh, but it had a kind of acquiescence to it. She saw it for the attempt to soothe that it was and let it lie. "I just don't want to be selfish," she said quietly. "I have you, and that's the most incredible thing, you know? Like I said -"

"If your next sentence is going to start with 'it's dumb,'" Yasha broke in smoothly, "I think I will have no choice but tickle you until you stop being sad."

A pause. "You wouldn't."

Yasha pulled back to look at her. "I am a very bad liar. Am I lying?"

The corner of Beau's mouth curled, seemingly against her own will. "Fine, I believe you. I just don't want to make you feel like you're not good enough. Because you one hundred percent are and then some."

"I am very good," Yasha acknowledged, "but I'm not everyone. What do you want, baby? Right now. Not the big kind of 'what do you want from life,' just. You've told me some things you don't want, but me not giving them to you isn't…it's not the same as helping."

Comfortable silence fell between them as Beau considered, broken only by the rustle of the morning wind over the grass outside and the faint call of birds. It was nearly idyllic, a warm summer day coming to make sweat monsters out of the both of them before long, but they had time.

"I want to kiss you," Beau said finally.

"Well," said Yasha, "I think that's only natural for both of us. But what else?"

Beau answered readily, shifting her knee slightly between Yasha's. "I want a round for distraction and then a round for some proper relaxing, and then I want to go somewhere and have a picnic."

"Totally with you on all of that."

The smirk Beau gave was small, but it was something. "You're a step ahead of me, feels like." She looked down. "Maybe just a half step."

"There we go." Beau snickered as Yasha rubbed their cheeks together and kissed her jaw. "Dick jokes from you usually mean the world is back in balance. What do you think?"

Beau shrugged, but she was smiling. "I dunno. Roll over and I'll be happy to test my balance -" She cut off with a yelp of laughter as Yasha lurched in the opposite of the indicated direction and pinned Beau flat on her back to nip mercilessly at her neck.

"You," she growled, "are a menace."

Beau squirmed helplessly under her, her giggles trailing off into a lovely sigh when Yasha sealed her lips over hers to swallow the sound. "But seriously," Yasha asked between kisses. "Did you want to be up top, because I can - oh. Okay." She dropped her head with an exhale to meet her girlfriend's eyes, what little breath she had left halting in her throat at the affection and mischief sparkling from them now behind the tears that would stay unshed for a while longer. "Good the way we are," Yasha managed. "Got it."

"Good," Beau agreed, tangling the hand not nestled between them into the back of Yasha's hair and pulling her closer. "Let's go for great, and later we can figure out how to get our friends to admit their lives suck without us. See if there's anything we can do about it."

Yasha was briefly torn between pleasure and conversation, but concern for Beau won out as it always did. "Will you be okay if there's not?"

Beau's eyes softened, the hand in Yasha's hair fisting slowly. "I'm always okay. And I have you, which means I'm way better than okay. I just don't want all of us to be assuming the same shit from each other without at least asking, you know?"

She scrunched her nose when Yasha dipped her head to kiss it but didn't move away. "You're amazing," Yasha told her.

The morning light was crawling up their pile of furs; when Beau tossed her head with a "baww, just wait," her left eye flashed brilliant as the shine on her lips, and then she pulled Yasha down and neatly cut off any further thought.

#flash fic #prompt fill #i can't remember if I tag my trans fics with the ship tag #I feel like given recent events i'll hold off a little longer #prompt game

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heyhihellowhatsup0 · 3 years

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Hooked On Your Feelings - Chapter One (FWB! Tom Holland x Reader)

Prologue

Warnings: Some angst, language, eventual smut in future chapters, fluff

Word Count: 4155

Summary: After a bad breakup, making an agreement with your womanizing neighbor, Tom to be friends with added benefits and no strings attached seemed like the perfect idea. Until things become messy, emotions caused your agreement to crumble.

A/N: I have been dying to post more so the day is finally here! I am so happy everyone has given my such amazing and sweet feedback! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Needless to say, this chapter does have smut! DM me to be tagged and I cannot wait to hear everyone’s thoughts! (Also .gif is not mine. DM me for credit please, I found on google!) Thank you xx -N

You woke up the next morning with your head pounding while the sun hit your eyes as you opened them. Turning on your back you let out a sigh once you realized where you were. The same bed you figured you would be in even though you were hoping it was all a dream and what had happened didn’t actually take place.

Remaining underneath Tom’s dark and satin sheets since you knew you had nothing on, you pivoted your head upward and saw his eyes opened and staring up at the ceiling. Clearly, neither one of you had any idea how to address what the hell happened between the two of you last night and you certainly weren’t going to be the one to initiate.

Tom licked his lips as he adjusted himself from under the covers. Did he really just sleep with you? Sure, he thought about having that moment with you. Countless times, actually. It was no secret you were breathtakingly beautiful and he always had that fantasy about you. But you were always dating that idiot for whatever reason and Tom always thought you were never into him in that way.

None of it was planned, of course. It just happened. One minute, you were both drinking and just simply there next to each other. The next, Tom and you were stumbling into his bedroom. Laughing in between kisses as you removed one another’s clothes and experiencing what was probably some of the best sex he’d ever had. His entire body was vibrating still from how he had felt and he never in a million years would have even thought you were the least bit interested in him like that. Then again, you were both clearly going through some really weird stuff last night.

You were both vulnerable and feeling things you didn’t want to admit to other people but for some reason, Tom was alright with admitting it to you and you both found a way to get rid of the feeling, even if it was temporary. He didn’t want you to regret it, because he sure as hell didn’t. He certainly wasn’t expecting any of that with you but it was a hell of a night and he was far from complaining about it. He was just worried you regretted it.

A lot could be said in your silence with Tom as you lay there, the both of you now staring up at the ceiling and neither of you were speaking. You couldn’t help but feel a little awkward while you tried to figure out what to say. Do you just thank him for the night and leave? Should you just say you had work and grab your clothes or just maybe not say anything at all? The silence was killing you for a variety of reasons and you were still trying to rack your brain trying to figure out why you initiated the first kiss to begin with. You weren’t drunk at all but for some reason you just wanted it. You wanted him. And in that moment last night, you were glad he wanted you too.

Tom cleared his throat, the stillness between you both was causing a rise in his anxiousness, “Well...we had sex last night,” he stated the obvious as plainly as possible. Maybe he should have just kept his mouth shut.

“Yeah,” you answered in an obvious tone. You held back from your laughter as you pushed your hair out of your face, “I should probably go,” you told him as you tried to cover yourself up with the sheets even though you already knew Tom saw you naked last night. There were no more secrets between you both. Clearly.

Tom sat up from the bed and began looking for his sweatpants to throw on before he started to help you find your clothes across the bedroom floor. He handed you your t-shirt as he politely turned away while you changed, “Do you want coffee or something?” he offered, something he would never offer another girl who stayed the night.

Offering any girl any type of breakfast or anything of the sort automatically made them believe Tom wanted them to stay longer. To go out on a date or to get a phone call from him later. Commitment. So he always avoided it and usually had you kick them out if they couldn’t get the hint. But obviously you were different being that you were a friend who he just so happened to sleep with. He was grateful you were there with him and he’d never dismiss you as quickly. He cared about you in the same ways you cared about him. Neighborly love. Who he happened to be attracted to and vice versa.

“Nah, I’m okay. I have some back at my place,” you answered casually as you grabbed your leggings as Tom handed you one of your shoes, “Thanks,” you said to him with a small smile as you tried not to act like you were rushing out of there.

You tried to make yourself presentable as Tom began to walk you out of the bedroom, unsure if he should thank you for the night or not. You turned to him with a sarcastic smile and pointed towards your messy waves, “Wow, I guess this officially makes me a notch on your belt, huh?” you tried to joke to make it less weird between you two.

“For the record, you are not a notch or anything like that, Y/N,” Tom said sternly to make sure you knew that last night was actually a night he didn’t regret at all, “I uh...actually had a pretty good time,” he felt his cheeks tinge a hint of pink as he admitted that to you. Another thing he knew to never say to a girl he brought home. Ever.

Making a face at him, you breathed out a small laugh while you nodded your head in agreement, “Yeah, I did too,” you told him honestly.

The two of you just stood in the kitchen by Tom’s door for a minute. Waiting for the other person to say something but neither of you did. You rocked back and forth on your heels as Tom slid his hands into his pockets, “This isn't weird, is it?” you questioned in a light tone.

“What? No!?” Tom chuckled nervously. He crossed his arms in front of his chest in an attempt to be nonchalant while the elephant of the deed you two had done remained between you both, “Wh-why-why would it be weird?” he stammered.

Leaning in a bit closer towards him, you narrowed your eyes in on Tom, “We had sex,” you whispered as if somebody else was in the room and could overhear your entire conversation.

Tom copied your motion and leaned in in the exact same way, “I don’t think it’s a secret now,” he teased you with a playful smirk, making you laugh as he pulled away. He gave you a nudge against your shoulder, “It’s only weird if we make it weird, right?” he reminded himself.

Lots of friends sleep together and continue to be friends. This was nothing out of the ordinary. Besides, you were more neighborly than friends. So it was a completely different situation than what typical friends had dealt with in the past. Tom was right, you reminded yourself.

“No weirdness on my end,” you told him with a smile as you held out your palm as if you were swearing in a courtroom, “Promise,” you added with a playful wink.

Tom smiled back, leaning forward to get the door for you but you accidentally mistook his gesture for a hug and wrapped your arm around his neck. You cussed under your breath at your embarrassingly stupid moment while you apologized profusely to Tom as he tried to save the awkwardness by giving you a half-assed hug in return. You tried to hide the wincing your eyes were making from the hug but you knew he noticed. Of course he noticed.

Looking down at the floor because you were now too embarrassed to look in his direction, you said your goodbyes as Tom promised to swing by this week with his usual pizza while you began walking faster towards your apartment. But you didn’t want Tom to think you were that flustered by your interactions that you quite literally ran away to hide out.

You finally got inside your door and realized everything remained untouched since you had kicked Justin out last night. The bottle of wine was still open and sitting on the counter, the television was still on in the living room and there were still a bunch of clothes he had left behind that you needed to desperately get rid of.

Everything in your apartment remained frozen in time while you felt like you jumped lightyears ahead of it from your one night spent with Tom. It was a strange feeling as you walked over to turn the television off but you didn’t feel angry like you had felt last night. You weren’t exactly over the events that took place with Justin but you were on the path to accepting it and you weren’t sure if Tom had something to do with it or not.

There was no denying that you were still hurting from everything. It was still a fresh wound and you had felt so betrayed from it all, you weren’t sure how you would bounce back from it or if you even would. You never dealt with a breakup as ugly as this one so it was a new feeling for you that you were still trying to wrap your head around.

And even though when you were with Tom for the brief time that you were, it felt like it was almost exactly what you needed last night. You didn’t hold back from him and you were comfortable enough around Tom telling him exactly what you needed. Letting your frustrations and anger out on him and Tom letting his feelings out on you led to an explosion between the two of you that surprisingly left you possibly wanting more.

Wanting more from Tom.

Changing into a fresh outfit from last night, you continued to replay the night over and over again in your mind. It was unexpected to say the least, but not in a bad way. Not by any means. If you thought it was bad or awkward, you probably wouldn’t be standing in front of your closet still thinking about the things Tom made you feel.

He made you forget about the drama, if even for one night. But he still managed to make you think that you didn’t need Justin anymore. Maybe you didn’t need anyone right now other than a simple fix here and there to make you feel good. Maybe something without any strings attached was what you needed right now in order to move on and numb your pain for a bit.

You knew Tom was dealing with his own commitment issues and neither one of you were looking for anything complicated. It may not be the best idea in the world to be thinking about something like this but clearly neither one of you knew how to be alone at the moment. You didn’t really want to be fully alone anyway, and you were both comfortable enough with each other where you could be honest about this stuff. Maybe Tom was right, there shouldn’t be any weirdness between you.

Maybe some great sex and not an ounce of attachment was the elixir to the chaos Justin caused for you. No formalities. No planned out, stuffy dates. No mingling with friends and their significant others. No justin. And certainly no types of feelings that would get you in a mess you clearly weren’t looking for right now.

Just good fucking sex. And...it didn’t hurt that your neighbor might be looking for the same type of thing that you were. At least you had hoped.

And when the thoughts and memories and god, downright blissful remembrances of his touch kept invading your mind, just standing there in your apartment thinking about it wasn’t enough. The anxiousness vibrated through your body and you knew what you might be needing from down the hall.

You pulled on a new t-shirt before grabbing your keys. You had never done anything like this before, what if Tom said no? Maybe it should just remain a one time thing between the two of you. Your nerves were attacking you relentlessly as you locked your door, slipping your key ring around your finger and securing it tightly.

But if Tom could do things like this, what was stopping you? The pure rush of anxiety and adrenaline...but it was stupidly guiding you right back to his door. This was insane. Completely stupid. He’d never agree to this.

Your mind was telling you to turn around and go back home. But that side of you that you never let come out was saying ‘fuck it. Have some fun for once. You’ve been through enough heartbreak and this is something for you.

The safe way got you hurt. More than once. And as you lifted your hand to tap your knuckles against the door, you knew you were done playing it smart.

Barely getting through the first knock, the door swung open. You let out a yelp as you practically hit Tom in the face while he almost walked right into you. The two of you running into each other as your bodies slightly crashed into one another.

“Oh shit!” Tom exclaimed as he pulled back with an awkward laugh. He ran a hand through his still messy curls, “I was actually on my way to see you,” he admitted, pressing his lips together as he looked at you in the doorframe.

You reached up and crashed your lips against Tom’s without warning, “Let’s make a deal,” you told him through your hungry kiss as you began to feel Tom start to kiss you back. He moaned into you as he captured your top lip in between his.

“W-what?” Tom mumbled against your lips once again, bringing you inside of his place as he kicked the door shut. He was surprised this was happening so suddenly. Especially since he was just about to be on his way over to your place to ask you for just about the same thing. He knew it didn’t feel right when you left this morning and it was because he wanted to feel this way again. With you.

“I can still help with your horrible conquests but...in the meantime, we make up for our shit love lives with damn good sex,” you explained while catching your breath from your last kiss. You stood in the living room with Tom’s hands resting on your hips with lust for you in his eyes.

He pulled back from his embrace with a quirked brow, “You’re serious,” he noted as he smirked at you. He was honestly surprised considering he never saw this side to you. You were always with the same guy for as long as you lived here. It was strange and new to him to see you wanting something that he did.

“No strings attached, of course,” you added. The words sounded ridiculous but you ignored that thought.

“I...christ, Y/N. I can’t say I haven’t thought about having endless mindblowing sex with you,” he said as his eyes rolled over you.

“Mindblowing?” you chuckled, “Someone’s cocky,” you teased.

“Rude. But back to the point...are you sure about this?” Tom got serious. His focus on you as he stepped back to give you some space. He didn’t want to be overbearing or act like he was trying to just get you back in bed. Even though that was basically what he was doing regardless of the situation.

The bottom line was, he had an amazing time with you. And unlike the random girls he brought home, you knew him. There was an understanding between you and him that he knew you got. And he could be open with you by saying he didn’t want anything serious. He wouldn’t need to find a way to get rid of you in the morning. He could distract himself from the nonsense he would think about while ravishing you in the process. It was the perfect idea.

You took a moment. Wondering again if you were just crazy to suggest this. But the way his brown eyes were studying you, it just felt right.

“I’m sure if you are,” you finally answered.

Tom was silent but it didn’t take him long to make his mind up. Taking a few steps forward, he picked you up in one swift motion and brought you over towards the couch where you straddled his hips before going in for another kiss. His hand was already slipping underneath your shirt and up your back as he helped you remove it along with his, tossing it towards the empty side of the couch you weren’t using.

Helping you out of your leggings, you found your way back towards Tom’s lap and grinded your hips against him in between your kisses. The cravings you both shared for one another grew wilder as you continued, “We’re really doing this?” you muttered against his lips with another gasp as you helped release him out of his already bulging boxers.

“Think so,” Tom laughed against your skin, trailing his lips down to your neck as he pushed your hair to one side, “Unless you want to stop?” he pulled back for a minute, not wanting to overstep if you were having second thoughts.

Biting your bottom lip, your hand went down to Tom’s hardened length and ran along it. Rubbing the pre-cum seeping from his tip as you watched Tom throw his head back against the couch with a low moan, “Does it look like I want to stop?” you asked him with a playful grin.

“Fuck, Y/N…” Tom hissed as his hands gripped your sides to release some of his frustration. He breathed out a laugh as his fingers went to your clit, beginning to circle you slowly, “Let me give you what you came here for. Hm, darling?” his voice grew raspy as he looked you in the eye, his pupils black the longer he waited.

Your eyes went down towards Tom’s waist, gasping as you watched him begin to tease your entrance with his tip. Cussing under your breath, you grabbed onto his shoulders tightly as you braced yourself for his impact. Tom pressed his hand against the small of your back as he waited for you to let him know it was okay. You nodded your head silently as you gave him an amorous look, “I want you, Tom,” you whispered lowly.

That was all it took before Tom guided himself into you. Going slow as he took his time to let you get used to him while you clenched around him. You lowered yourself deeper as he filled your core up entirely while you began to roll your hips against his slowly, letting out a moan as Tom hissed against your ear while twitching inside of you.

“Mmm, Y/N,” Tom breathed out a moan as he matched his thrusts with yours. His lips parted, moaning against your neck while he pressed open, sloppy kisses against your skin as he continued to rub your clit with his opposite hand, “You feel so fucking wet,” he praised you breathlessly.

“Keep touching me, Tom,” you cried out to him while you started to ride him faster. Even though you and Tom had just started these escapades, you certainly felt comfortable enough to tell him exactly what you wanted to make you feel good. Pressing the pad of his thumb against your swollen bud, your eyes clenched shut while you pushed yourself deeper into him, “Shit! Yes, right there,” you reassured him with another moan.

Guiding you down on his cock, Tom felt his entire body tense as soon as his lips met yours once again. His breaths getting heavy like yours as your name fell from his lips while he watched you bounce up and down on him, making him feel absolutely incredible as you continued to moan in his ear.

You felt your body beginning to tense as you kept going. Everything inside of you was aching for a release and Tom was giving it to you without a doubt. Rocking your hips into him more, you knew you were getting closer to your edge and you could feel Tom about to release as well.

Opening your eyes, you cupped Tom’s face with your palms and gave him one last fiery kiss. Your tongues finding each other wildly and tangled up before you both finally reached your highs together as you whimpered Tom’s name while you finally let go for him.

Tom cussed as he unraveled from beneath you. His body writhing while he watched you bury your face into the crook of his neck, muffling the sound of your moans against him. The vibrations from your sounds set him off further while he continued to reach his bliss, still thrusting into you while you rode out your tremor together.

“Holy….” Tom trailed off with a heavy breath, finally slowing down while his back hit the couch as he tried to pull himself together. He saw you pull your face away from his body, giving him the same exact look that he knew he had on his face, “Umm...yeah, holy fuck?” he laughed.

“That just about covers it,” you agreed as you kissed his cheek with a smile. You pushed Tom’s now damp and sweaty curls out of his face to capture his lips while you brought him closer to you, “So we have a deal?” you confirmed as Tom kissed you back.

Tom chuckled as his hands fell to your sides, his thumb creating small circles against you while he pursed his lips, “You’re really serious about this? No strings? No titles? Just like...just sex?” he clarified, still trying to wrap his head around you asking for this. It felt like a godsend and that it was too good to be true. Why couldn’t more girls be like you?

Tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, Tom’s eyes went from your eyes, to your lips, and back as he sat there admiring you looking this way. You looked so effortlessly beautiful to him and even just as a friend, he was lucky to have you in his life. But now that he had you in other ways, you felt almost intoxicating to him. He couldn’t understand why that piece of garbage cheated on you. Tom had done some shady things to girls in the past and he didn’t see himself in ways others might but he knew he would have never done what that guy did.

You nodded as you turned your head to the side, “Do we have a deal, Tom?” you asked again, raising your eyebrow at him.

“Justin really did a number on you, huh?” Tom teased with a chuckle.

“We’re not talking about him,” you shushed Tom. Pressing your palm against his chest, you gave him a stern expression, “No talk about exes or...your conquests. We do this,” you gestured towards you straddling his legs before looking back at him, “Whenever we...feel like it. I guess,” even you weren’t sure of the rules but you figured you could make them your own anyway.

There was a pause as you quickly felt like you should add more, “We’re friends. Nothing more, nothing less,” you told him, wanting to be clear of at least one title throughout this whole pact the two of you were about to agree to, “Friends who...happen to jump each other’s bones?” you stated despite it sounding like a question.

Tom chuckled at your timid expression. His hands still at your sides as he leaned up and captured your lips again. “Deal.”

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