#i feel like a lot of people are going to say minimalism on this so LET ME SAY đ«°âïž i recognize that minimalism is Considered an aesthetic
I feel like we should have an actor au for the pet series where like the vees actors comfort the actor (who is the reader) after really distressing scenes I just like imagine vals actor being so sweet after the scene where val locked pet in a room with him to make her panic idk just a thought I would love to see because even though I luv the story line it always kills me when there is no comfort after things that happen even though sometimes they do comfort her it just makes me feel so icky and I feel like having an actor au will help people like me so that we can still enjoy it, with the reminder in the back of our heads that it is not real because even though its not real it still kinda feels real if you know what i mean because I get really immersed in x reader stories. I know this is a lot but just a suggestion no pressure I will still read and love it either way
I actually think this is a fun way to comfort the readers without straying from canon, I think Iâll probably do one for each of the characters each
Also they all have the same names as their characters :)
Vs pet actor au (Valentino version)
Warnings: val is worried, pet acts panicked, crying, non canon events,
âCome here princesaâ val coos in his characters voice to your character as you act out a fake shiver of fear
You act out the scene of abuse with fake tears streaming down your face. The scene was one that you had been nervous about for weeks, having known that it was a disturbing scene to watch and film.
In the scene, vals character had locked your character in a room with him to imply that he would possibly assault her like he had done to angels character to cause her to panic and breakdown.
You and val had gone over lines together in your trailer and lamented about how it would be a rough filming day for the two of you, considering you had the punishment scene to film just after.
But you put on a brave face as you acted out your scene with minimal distraction. You followed the script and your weeping character sat beside Val on the soft couch as the camera did a close up on your face to ensure they captured the panic in your eyes and the quiver in your bitten lips.
as it came time for valâs character Valentino to touch your thigh in a menacing implication, he did so and you felt a shiver uncomfortably run through you.
You suddenly became hyper aware of the people behind the cameras who had their eyes peeled on you, and how the pink lighting shined so brightly on you.
As your cue came to jump into valâs arms, you froze completely with your face lowered to your thigh and tears running down your cheeks.
âCutâ the director called out and it broke you out your frozen daydream
âEverything okay kid?â Val whispers with a concerned look as he removes his hand from your thigh
âI donât think I can do itâ you whisper back through tears as you face your back to the cameras
âEverything okay up there guys?â The director called out with a concerned expression
Val uses his wings to hide your face and tucked you against his chest before he answered, making sure to spare you any embarrassment.
âWeâre gonna need a 15 minute breakâ val called back politely âprivate pleaseâ
The director nodded with an understanding look before calling most of the set to go on a break away from the filming Scene.
Val turned to you and put a hand on your shoulder.
âAre you okay kid?â Val asks with a worried look as he pulls you away from his chest to observe your expression
âYeahâ you say with a shaky inhale as you wipe your tearful eyes with your palm âit all got a bit much for meâ
âI get it kid, itâs a hard scene to film for everyoneâ val says with a nod and a soothing tone âthatâs why I tried to put it off for as long as possibleâ
âIâm just not used to doing scenes like this guessâ you say with a sigh âI had the same problem with Vox during our panic scene, I think it just gets too much for meâ
âYour playing a very difficult role honey, itâs understandable that youâll get a bit freaked out during your scenesâ val says gently
âI canât believe I made them stop shooting, I bet theyâre all so mad at me nowâ you say with an embarrassed groan âI should have just continuedâ
âHey, hey, no one is mad at youâ val says with a reassuring tone âyour having to put yourself in very disturbing scenarios, you have every right to stop filming when you feel uncomfortable and anyone who tells you otherwise hasnât got a clue about how much work these scenes takeâ
You nod with a frown, still embarrassed about your freak out, Val notices and wraps his arm around your shoulder
âHow about we go get some water and then go talk to the intimacy coordinator about how we can make it feel less overwhelmingâ val suggests with a smile âor we can try and ask if we could use your body double for the scenes where my hand is physically touching youâ
âYeahâ you say with a small nod and a smile âletâs go talk to the intimacy coordinator pleaseâ
âOf course sweetheartâ val says with a gentle smile as he wraps his hand and wing around your shoulders and begins to guide you to the door.
You managed to work out a way to make the scene to work after a few different attempts and you captured your best shots before retreating to your trailer with Val in tow as you both celebrated a successful scene by eating food while you had your wigs, makeup and costumes removed.
After that day, Val made it a point to always be present during your harder scenes and was always checking in on you during the breaks between takes. He also made sure to update the intimacy coordination on your preferences so they could be added to your filming contract.
You were the youngest of the actors he was working with, and he wanted to make sure you were completely protected while on set.
Should I do more?
Sorry itâs so short đ
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(MYandere! Superhero x GN!Reader)
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(Decided to make an oc strictly non-sexual, so he is asexual, I noticed I've been making a lot of sexual fics lately and wanted to change it up :) have fun! Also made my posts prettier )
Synopsis: You don't check the news often enough, so when civilians were warned against walking near or through a certain area you were none the wiser... Giving your stalker a chance to save you from doom.
Luminary x Reader.
Warnings: Mentioned stalking, kidnapping, not edited at all :(.
You had a routine. Get up bright and early for your 7 AM office job, get to work, come home at 2 PM, relax for 2 or so hours, then go out for a short walk at the park near your apartment. You never really deviate from your usual walking pattern, yet today you felt adventurousâ Ironic, of all days to be adventurous and wander off to a new path that same exact path ends up being infested with blood-lusted slime creatures from the dark abyss of this world.
Obviously you thought something was off but you just could not put your finger on it! Sure it was creepy how as you kept walking the area got quieter, lonelier, darker, but you just thought that there was some superhero nearby and everyone wanted a picture with them, that has happened before. Or maybe today just wasnât your day, your natural âhey this feels dangerous letâs turn backâ system may be experiencing some difficulties⊠And now you find yourself running faster than you have ever run in your life. Leaping away from the hungry monsters attempting to catch you and devour you.
These slimy demons had popped up a few decades ago, a few years after the sudden appearance of super humans. No one knows where either came from, how they sprung, or the exact science behind their sudden appearance. But now theyâre here, not a lot of people get blessed with super powers, and those who do immediately get enlisted, either by their own will or their parents force them to when theyâre young. Some people donât enlist even with superpowers, some people have such rare superpowers that theyâre forced into the work field, those people mostly being healers and supernaturally intelligent people.
You were none of those, a normal average human, with a normal average job, and a normal average routine. And here you were, endangering your life, for your stupid physical health. Not like youâd have any of your physical health after this, youâre going to be in a monsterâs stomach in about 5 minutes. You already were slowing down, the constant zig zagging decreasing your stamina fast. Looking back at the monsters chasing you.
What you didnât expect was to stumble over an exposed cable, falling flat on your face, your ears start ringing, blocking out the noises of your own panting and whimpering as well as the monster's evil noises. You immediately huddled into the fetal position, as if it would minimize any of the tormenting pain youâll be feeling soon but⊠nothing, no ripping of the skin, no crushing of the bones, no hearts being slowly devoured by evil monsters. None of it.Â
Yet you kept your eyes clenched shut, maybe the monsters are confused with your stupidity that they just stood there processing before they finally have at it. Slowly the ringing in your ears subsided, and you heard nothing, no growling monsters or anything, nothing other than your own panting, as well as⊠footsteps? The sound of a sly chuckle startles you, causing you to crack open your eyes and you were greeted by the shining bright smile of the world famous superhero, Luminary.
Luminaryâ A man of unnaturally strong power, he was invincible, untouchable. You liked him enough for saving the city many times before but didnât really idolize him, superhero or not he still was a human with human emotions, whatever people say about him online can still affect him. So you kept to yourself when it came to superhero affairs. But from the short snippets youâd see online you had a lot in common with him, shows, interests, hobbies. You always thought that it was all a carefully crafted lie to make him seem more relatable to the average plebeians, or whatever who knows.
You were star struck, ironically enough you wanted to act normal around him but you couldnât even form words. Luminaryâs shining smile still pointed towards you. He held out his hand, intending for you to grasp at it and use it to steady yourself up. âHello there! I take it you havenât seen the news this morning, huh? Haha! No worries, your trusty hero is always there to save you.â You just sat there gaping up at him, the personal embodiment of a star.Â
Maybe it was the exhaustion, the shock, or the superhero in front of you, but you fainted, completely collapsed, thankfully you didnât hit your head since you were already lying down.
Luminary had watched you run for your life from the creatures earlier. But he couldnât care less of them, his eyes were on you, the person heâs had a crush on since the 11th grade, you never knew of his existence but he didnât care, heâll eventually weasel his way into your life but right now heâs content on stalking you. Or so he thought, until you endangered your life and almost got yourself killed when you tripped.
Seeing the once in a lifetime opportunity to weasel his way into your life. Luminary picked you right off the dirty ground, his heartbeat accelerating, every little part of you he touches feels like electricity. Years of one sided obsession and just now is he making contact with you, practically committing himself to abstinence just for you. Luminary felt like a schoolgirl as he giggled at the sight of you resting your head on his shoulder. Â
Luminaryâs flight home was delightful, you smelt amazing, and you even snuggled into him in your sleep! He could just explode! Once he entered his humble abode, Luminary placed you on his bed, his eyes practically turning heart shaped at the thought of late night cuddles with youâŠ
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does anyone have like an anti aesthetic. like something you look at and can recognize as a complete fashion/interior design/artistic movement and understand it but it makes you shudder seeing it. i am not talking like âits morally badâ âits poorly structuredâ like just sheerly devoid of joy for you actually invites a repulse response.
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I am having the most intense stress-induced flare up of whatever chronic illnesses I have and I would very much like it to stop
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white queers whose only exposure to religion is through christianity shut the fuck up about religion challenge
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the eternal, often-unsuccessful struggle to separate 'hm i personally am not enjoying Thing because it smacks of Unpleasantness to me' from 'i actually dislike Thing because it's Inherently Problematic, amazing how my personal taste is an unfailing radar that way' đ
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bitter diabetic thought soup
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things i wish i had known when i escaped my family household and couldn't ask my parents for help
invest in a good mattress early on. there are many other ends you can save on - sleep is not one of them. this is key to how much energy you'll have throughout the day
you don't need a bedframe but you do need a slatted bed base (even if it's just pallets)
opening a bank account is easy
there's youtube tutorials for everything. how to install your washing machine, how to use tools, fixing stuff around the place. channels like dad, how do i? are a godsend
change energy provider as soon as your old deal runs out. you'll get better offers elsewhere and avoid price gouging
assemble a basic first aid kid at home: painkillers, probiotics, alcohol wipes, bandages, tweezers, antihistamine tablets - anything you might need in a pinch
and an emergency toolkit: flashlight, extra batteries, a utility knife, an adjustable wrench, multi-tool, duct tape
set your fridge to the lowest temperature it can go. the energy consumption is minimal in difference and it'll give you +4/7 days on most foods
off-brand products are almost always the same in quality and taste, if not better, for half the price
coupons will save you a lot of money in the long run
there's no reason to be shy around employees at the bank/laundromat/store; most people will be happy to help
vegetarian diets are generally cheap if you make food from scratch
breakfast is as important as they say
keep track of your budget in a notebook or excel file - e.g. rent, phone and internet bills, food, leisure so you'll have an overlook on your spending over the months
don't gamble
piracy is okay
stealing from big stores and chains is also ethically okay
keep medical bills and pharmacy receipts for tax returns
also, file your tax returns early
take up a hobby that isn't in front of a screen. pottery, music, going for a run every now and then, stuff that'll keep you busy and sane
and most importantly... you're allowed to get the stuff you want. treat yourself to the occasional mundane thing. a good scented candle. a bath bomb. that body lotion that makes you feel like royalty. the good coffee beans.
you're free and you deserve to be happy.
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Finally getting help (prt 4)
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The bats worked through the night, coordinating and researching everything that needed to be done. Distortion showed up on the camera which they assumed was Vlad trying to get in but he didnât manage it. After he finished trying from multiple angels including somehow from directly above (well Zatana did say invisibility, intangibility, and flight were the minimal powers they should expect from creatures of the infinite realms.) He turned human again and spent a long time banging on their front door.
He tried to call the cops but commissioner Gordon called Bruce directly to get the full story then told Vlad it could be dealt with in the morning. Zatana was also coordinating people heading to Amity, a full on raid of the GIW, and the Fentons.
Batman and Superman were collecting all the information that the raid team was sending out and workshopping public statements they could sent out to the public and the government about the unacceptable things they had found and the steps the JL was taking to fix it. The government was not going to be happy they knew, with the JL âover-steppingâ into their business and actually getting the word out about the atrocities a branch of their government and their pet scientists had been planning. The JL needed to get out ahead of it before the narrative could be twisted against them.
It was first thing in the morning when they did a live broadcast from the watchtower with Batman, Superman, and Zatana telling the world about the parallel world existing harmlessly along side their own, and the way the government tried to exploit it. The atrocities committed under the name of the Anti-Ecto acts with the ignorance of the public as a cover.
It was at the same time that Constantine, Dick, and Cas were raiding the Fentonâs home. Of course they were armed, but so were the bats, and they were used to fighting people who were armed. It wasnât a particularly hard fight.
A redhead was sitting wide eyed at the kitchen table. âCanât we just have one normal day!â She suddenly snapped but she was glaring at her parents, standing up and slamming her hands on the table. âFirst you send Danny away with Vlad even though you KNOW they hate each other and itâs a school day and now this! What did you do to bring the heroes down on us!?â
âI donât know Jazzybear!â Jack half whined as he was forced into power supressing cuffs to neutralize his minor super strength and sat down in the living room.
âIâm sure this is just a misunderstanding, donât worry sweetie,â Maddie added, both of them were dressed in jump suits which did not help their supervillain vibes.
âitâs not a mistake mate, youâve been messing with shit you really shouldnât. And that portal in your basement is a fucking beacon welcoming a war. Youâve gone unchecked for too god damn long, weâre taking over things now.â Constantine told them before stalking down into the basement with Tim on his heels, Batman would be joining them as soon as they were done their press conference.
Cas stayed to watch the parents and Dick approached Jazz gently. âHey can I talk to you in private please? Itâs about your brother,â He said gently and she stiffened immediately. Looking at him in a way that made him feel like she could see straight into his soul and froze him to the spot. After a moment though she just sighed and nodded, beckoning to him to follow her upstairs, to a room that was probably Dannyâs not her own. She sat on his bed and grabbed a bear that had been sitting on the edge, waving for him to sit at the desk.
âSo, what do you know?â She asked with a sigh.
âWell, last night Vlad took Danny to a Wayne Gala, one of Bruceâs daughter Cas is really good with body language and clocked that something was wrong so she and one of the other kids got him away from Vlad and out of the party. I guess he really needed some adult support because he broke down and told them a lot, about the Phantom thing, the ghosts and⊠something youâre not going to like. But first I want you to know heâs safe, Bruce Wayne is a licensed foster parent and heâs taking good care of Danny, you can come live with them too if you want.
âWeâre going to deal with the ghosts and the GIW and everything else now, I canât promise by the end of this you wonât need somewhere else to go. I have a feeling if Batman and the Martian family have anything to say about this your parents will end up in prison for their unethical experiments.â
âAs long as Danny is okay,â Jazz said firmly. âI was only staying to take care of him anyway, just get me emancipated and a scholarship for Gotham U so I can study while still being close to him Iâll be fine. Iâm almost 18 as it is.â
Dick nodded, she was a smart and driven girl, she knew what she wanted, he could respect that. âNow, the thing you wonât likeâŠâ he trailed off and took a deep breath. âDanny is pregnant.â
âWhat!?â Jazz blanched, gaping at him for a long minute. âThat canât be right! I mean I knew he was trans but heâs usually only interested in girls, how would he even-â She cut off her eyes widening. âIt was Vlad wasnât it?â She gritted out with an expression the promised excruciating violence.
âYes,â Dick said shifting awkwardly in his chair.
âRight.â Jazz said and got up, coldly calm. âIf youâll excuse me, Iâll be right back.â She grabbed a baseball bat from next to Dannyâs bed that seemed to be glowing slightly then marched to the other side of the room, opened a cabinet and pulled out two odd looking guns. Before Dick could say much of anything she had vaulted out of the window and taking off down the street.
âOh dear,â Dick muttered faintly before heading back downstairs. âHey Cas can we turn on the news, some sort of local station?â He asked. Cas nodded and searched around for the remote, turning it on to find the channel was already on local news.
Vlad was already on there, talking about how it was awful Bruce Wayne had Kidnapped a local child Danial Fenton, and he could not be allowed to get away with this just because he was rich! But that didnât last long, they watched for a few minutes before a blur of red hair and blue rushed past the camera.
âYOU TOUCHED MY BROTHER YOU CREEP!â Jazz said as she came out swinging and she must have quite the arm because her first swing sent him nearly flying off the stage. He scrambled to get up as she lunged at him again.
âNow Jasmine youâve clearly been misinformed, I didnât do anything-â His muffled voice was cut off as she swung the bat again and he yelped as she hit him in the stomach.
âYOU GOT HIM PREGNANT! YOU DID THIS! YOU SHOULD BEHIND BARS NOT BEHIND A PODIUM YOU FROOTLOOP!â She shrieked as she swung again and this time he managed to dodge. The cameras following them as Jazz chased him down the street, the sound of his supplications and her shrieking fading out as they became more and more distant.
It took a frantic moment for the camera angle to switch to something else, maybe a drone, which was able to follow them down the street.
âYou Donât UNDERSTAND! I didnât want to hurt him! I just wanted a perfect son! If he had just agreed to be my son none of this would have happened! When I knew it failed I told him to let them die!â Vlad yelled at her, though that did NOT seem to comfort Jazz at all. She had devolved into shrieking book titles like curses as she chased him with the bat and shot at him with the guns though her aim didnât seem very good.
Well they had him admitting to it on camera now. As he watched a new actor joined the fray, a girl in a red jumpsuit holding a blaster.
âYou did what to Danny!?â She demanded as she pointed the blaster at Vlad.
âOh cheespuffs!â Vlad breathed, his eyes widening as Jazz trailed off letting who must be Red Huntress take over the chase as Vlad shouted about how he had made her! He had given her her weapons she couldnât use them against him! Which did not seem to be stopping her.
The camera fuzzed out for just a second and then Valery was chasing a ghost with red eyes and a white outfit. Cas was laughing silently at the show and both of the Fenton parents seemed to be in shock. A few minutes later Jazz walked back in through the front door looking tired.
âTurn that off please,â she sighed as she put the bat down.
âOf course,â Cas agreed and picked up the remote again, turning off the tv.Â
âVlad didnât actually do that, did he Jazzy?â Jack asked softly, he sounded so hurt, as if he had any fucking right!
Jazz looked at him blankly. âHow many times have we tried to warn you about him? How many times has Danny told you he didnât feel safe with Vlad? But as usual you couldnât see past your own desires. Iâm going to go see if the trenchcoat guy needs any help getting into your files,â She sighed before vanishing downstairs.Â
Dick glanced at Cas, and then followed them, she would have no trouble watching the Fentons and staying quiet whereas Dick felt like he was about to explode. Batman joined them before long and between the three of them they shut the bulkheads on the portal and locked them, secured dangerous chemicals and devices, and downloaded everything they could. There were plenty of prototypes and blueprints, and stuff that could generously be called research.
It was obvious these people were geniuses but it was even more obvious that at some point they had become careless and obsessive. Half of the writing on the blueprints wasnât legible, dangerous chemicals were not in proper containment, and the weapons were not locked up. Looking at all of this it wasnât surprising that two of the people they had been involving in their research suffered exposure, it was a surprise more hadnât. It was easy to tell when Bruce came down he was horrified, it was in the way he froze when he saw the lab, as if his brain was struggling to process just how irresponsible the Fenton parents had been.
âYou must be Jazz, itâs nice to meet you. Danny speaks highly of you,â He finally rebooted to say when she waved at him.Â
âI love my little brother, I always did the best I could to keep him safe from⊠all this,â Jazz said gesturing at the lab with a sigh. âI wish it had done any good.â
âYou did plenty of good,â Dick put in. âTrust me, to a kid having someone care about them can make all the difference.Â
âAll those nights I patched him up after he came back from fighting ghosts. He healed fast but still. I canât believe⊠heâs already been through so much and we knew Vlad was up to something! Ellie said she was our cousin but she looked just like him, I should have kept a closer eye on-â She cut off and shook her head. âHeâs a good kid, of course if he couldnât give the babies up, even if it would be better for them if he did. I hope he knows Iâd support him either way, I hope he didnât not tell me because he thought Iâd be upset at Him.â
âIâm sure he didnât,â Dick assured her gently. âBeing a big sibling is hard, I know. But trust me youâre doing a great job, better than I did with my brothers,â he said, patting her shoulder. âYou can ask him yourself later though. We have a lot to get done today to make sure heâs safe.â
She nodded stubbornly and doubled down on her work, directing them occasionally to where she knew theyâd find more weapons or logs. She knew her way around the lab to a disturbing extent.Â
Bruce and Dick both got a notification from Agent A saying that after a substantial sleep in Danny had woken up and was having breakfast. He seemed worried about the family but he was taking it alright, especially since he knew they were busy people. It did motivate Dick to clear things up as soon as they could so that they could get back to Danny though. The last thing he needed was More stress!
They had plenty of evidence of the Fenton parents breaking the law to call the police and have them taken away which gave them all the time they needed to strip the house. They got everything they could and decided to leave Constantine at the house to watch the portal until they could figure out how to shut it down completely without causing any damage. It seemed unstable so they didnât want to risk it just now, especially without Dannyâs input because according to Jazz Danny had made genuine connections in the Infinite Realms.Â
They wrapped up this stage of the investigation before dinner after being up for about 36 hours. Of course they werenât Done, there was still plenty to do investigating the government, how theyâd gotten away with this and if they had any other nasty tricks up their sleeve. Theyâd have to manage any backlash from this unilateral move, and theyâd have to figure out what to tell the public about Danny since Bruce would be fostering him. But all that could be done after having a family dinner with their new brother and a nap.Â
part 5
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LOVE SCENE â LEE SEOKMIN àż
summary. youâre scared that seokmin might want to go separate ways after graduation, but he proves, in more ways than one, that he wants you. forever.
wc. 2.3k
warnings. college au. nerdy soft dom!seokmin, breeding kink xx, obscene amounts of dirty talk, pinch of angst, literal love making, unprotected sex, marriage kink, HEAVY praise, baby talk, v minimal plot im sorry â MINORS DNI 18+
note. DAMN ok i have a lot to say so iâll keep it short. ONE this was a request but like i kinda didnât do anything the request asked for and im so sorry, i hope u can forgive me anon. TWO i literally lost sight of the plot so dont ask me abt any missing details ehehb just enjoy seok being hot <3 THREE happy belated birthday to my minnie <3 FOUR thank u to my luvr @rkiv4d for beta-ing. yas ok enjoy
p.s. reblogs and feedback are extremely appreciatedâ i also love to hear ur thoughts <3
how seokmin pulled you, the most beautiful girl to ever walk the earth, he has no clue. heâs what people call a ânerdâ with his thick-rimmed glasses and his abnormally high IQ and youâre the pretty girl that didnât understand the simplicity of covalent and ionic bonds who fell head over heels for him.Â
you couldnât help it, he was so smart and so fucking pretty. he was awkward and he giggled when he got nervous and he was so unbelievably goofy that it had you laughing till you cried. nevertheless, he was the most beautiful man ever.Â
then you asked him out. he remembers it like it was yesterday. the last day of your chem classâ the end of the first semester of your sophomore yearâ right after your final. you thanked him incessantly, giving him a hug for helping you get a B in the class. you told him youâd rather thank him another wayâ another way being a date. with you. at your place with a homemade dinner.Â
he wouldâve been stupid to decline. so he didnât. and the rest was history. seokmin became your boyfriend, grew more confident in himself, and fell in love with you.
now youâre in your final year, the last few weeks approaching quickly, and youâve been anxious. anxious about seokmin leaving you, anxious about going separate ways after graduation, anxious that this was all just fun and games till it was time to get serious about life.
seokmin has picked up on your behavioral patterns over the past 2 years. he knows you so well, probably better than anyone else in your lifeâ probably better than he knows himself.Â
so when seokmin sees you evading his eyes with his cock stretching you open, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.Â
âhey,â he whispers, stilling inside of you. when you donât turn your head and your eyes are still closed, he calls for you. âbaby?â
you feel your heart clench at the pet name. âhmm?â you hum.
âbaby, do you not wanna do this anymore?â he questions worriedly, ready to pull away from you. âi can pull out.â
you mumble, âi-i do.âÂ
he cocks his head even more confused, âtalk to me, pretty, whatâs going on?â
he pushes into you some more, making you gasp and you can feel his expectant eyes burning holes into your face. you then realize heâs not gonna let this go, but itâs partially your fault for letting your mind wander while he was putting away the dinner you guys ate. you decide to just come out with it.
ââm just⊠so scared of graduatingâŠâ you whimper between your words, eyes screwing tighter.Â
he hums, âlook at me, baby.â the demand comes out so soft, yet the sheer dominance of his voice makes you clench around him. you turn your head on the pillow, opening your eyes, and finally looking at him. âwhy?â
you shudder at the eye contact. he looks so pretty, so concerned over you, yet youâre still tense and oh-so nervous. the topic of post-grad has never come up, and now youâre mid-fuck about to tell him how you want to be with him forever.Â
âi-iâm scared that⊠that youâre gonna go off without me,â you pant, hands wrapping around his biceps and holding him to keep you stable.Â
âwhere am i gonna go, beautiful?â he whispers, bottoming out and fully sheathing himself inside of you.Â
you whimper again, his massive cock filling you so well. âs-scared youâre gonna go do big things ân leave meâŠâÂ
he freezes at that, eyes widening, âleave you?â he asks incredulously as if he couldnât believe that youâd ask that question. âbaby, you think iâd leave you?âÂ
you nod slowly. âi dunno, âs just that iâve been thinking ân youâre so smartâ gonna go get a real job thatâs across the country or somethingâŠâÂ
heâs honestly bewildered. why would you ever think something like that when heâs tried so hard to show you how much he loves you every single day?
âoh, baby, i would never fucking leave you.â he presses his forehead yours, nose rubbing against yours. âpretty fucking thing, i adore youâ love you. more than anything.â
your eyes glisten with tears at the reassurance. you feel yourself relax under him, entirely fluttering at his words. âreally?â
âyes, really. how can i prove it to you? want me to put a ring on your finger?â he whispers, breath fanning against your face.Â
you gasp, clenching around him again, fingers digging into his muscles. he smiles, chuckling airly at your reaction.Â
âmy pretty baby wants that? you like that idea?â he asks, his sultry voice filling your ears. âyou wanna be my wife?â
you nod your head, eyes fluttering shut as you moan, âyeah, w-wanna be your wife.âÂ
your response has seokmin reeling. he pulls his hips back and slams back into you making both of you moan again.Â
âyeah? bet you want my kids, too.â he states boldly, mind cringing at his words and internally freaking out that youâll get turned off at them.Â
you choke, clamping tightly around his length. âf-fuck.â you cry. âd-donât say things like that, seok.â
âwhy? âcuz iâm right?â he grunts, thrusts growing faster.
you nod your head and seokmin nearly cries, cock twitching at the idea of pumping you full of cum and getting you pregnant with his kids. youâd be such a great mom and heâd love having a mini-seok running around a nice, big house fit to take a family.Â
admittedly, heâs been wanting to talk about his future with you. heâs been fantasizing about it since the first time he said he loved you. fantasizing about you being his wife and living together in a big house and having three kids and living happily ever after as if it were some fairytale. heâs imagined your kids and how they would be a constant reminder of his everlasting love for you. he hopes that theyâll look like both of youâ kids with your eyes and his nose. heâd kill for that.
âwanna put a baby in you,â he mumbles, lips ghosting over yours. âswear to god, âm gonna give you everything you wantâ âll get you a ring ân a houseâ everything. just say the word.â
you lift your head to press your lips to his, moaning into his mouth like a mad woman. your stomach drops in anticipation, suddenly craving the feeling of his warm cum filling you to the brim, sure to get you pregnant. your legs wrap around him, heels digging into his back and you canât resist the cry that he ends up swallowing at the new angle.Â
seokmin pulls back, panting, âgonna let me give it to you, baby?âÂ
âuh-huh!â you nod, eyes screwing shut and jaw going slack as his speed increases. âyes, yes, please give it to me.â your response is wavered as you nearly choke on a sob of pleasure.Â
and you know the decision is hasteâ a baby even though you still have a month left of undergrad seems⊠absurd to say the very least, but you donât need to think about anything. you know seokmin. you know heâs the one you want to spend the rest of your life with. he's an amazing boyfriend and person in general. you already know heâd make an even more amazing husband and father.Â
who wouldâve thought the nerdy man with glasses who was insanely good at chemistry would be the one you ended up with?
he lets out a guttural moan, âsuch a good girl, always saying please.â he praises, slamming into your sweet spot repeatedly.
and jesus fucking christ, your moans and cries are like music to his fucking ears.Â
his head falls into your neck, licking and sucking at your skin. ânever gonna leave, i promise. gonna make you mine, gonna take care of you.â he mumbles into the skin as he continues to mark and ravage you.Â
the stimulation and his words are sending you into orbit as your stomach churns and tightens at the feeling of his cock rearranging your insides. his strokes are impressive, never missing a beat and unrelentingly hitting the spot that makes you crumble.Â
he feels you tighten around him, gummy walls squeezing him in and he curses, âshit, is my pretty girl gonna cum already?â his voice borders on condescending, but it only makes the tightrope in your stomach all the more closer to completely unraveling.Â
ây-yeah, so close,â you moan breathily as your pants increase, chest rising and falling rapidly. âso fuckinâ close, min, âm gonna cum.â
his lips find your ear and he whispers hotly against the shell, âcome on, baby, cum for me so i can fill you up.â he gently tugs at your earlobe with his teeth and you canât resist, back arching with a shiver running down your spine.
your orgasm brings you immense pleasure, white spots filling your vision as you cum with a loud sob. you feel it in your entire body, from your curled toes to your thrown back head. your eyes roll back, calling out his name and raking your nails down the skin of his arms.Â
he coos, holding back a groan at the way you get even tighter as you soak him in arousal. âthaaatâs it, baby, just like that. so, so good for me.â he coaxes you through your euphoric high, fucking you through it as he always does.Â
âs-so good,â you slur, parroting his words as your mind numbs a bit.Â
he moans, letting the sound of your whimpers and the lewd sounds of your bodies meeting fill the room. he buries his head in your neck again, desperately rutting into you so he can let go, too. your eyes flutter closed again and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer to you.Â
your overstimulated pussy pulses around him as you listen and whine along to your lover's muffled moans. you can tell heâs close. so close to giving you the life youâve imagined for almost 2 years. so close to being yours forever.Â
âseok, cum inside me,â you whisper and his hips stutter, yet they keep moving as if they have a mind of their own. he lifts his head and looks at youâ his eyes are clouded over and teary, yet theyâre filled with all the love in the world.
he looks so beautiful above you. his face is scrunched up in pleasure, brows knitted, eyes droopy, mouth hung open as pretty sounds exit his loose lips.
âi⊠fucking love youâŠso much.â he says in between pants, thrusts growing sloppy. the telltale signs of his fast approaching orgasm becoming heavily apparent. âgod, so much, baby, love you so much.â
you nod your head, mirroring his pleasured face. âme too, seok, i love you.â your words are a bit scrambled, but seokmin makes sense of themâ understands you so well.Â
his eyes roll back a bit at your response, brain momentarily malfunctioning, but he comes back seconds later. âgonna take this load like a good girl, right, pretty? gonna get pregnant and let me marry you?â he moans out breathily, cock now twitching uncontrollably.Â
âyes, yes, yes, please, wanâ it so bad!â you beg.
itâs all he needs to press his hips to yours, stilling there, and releasing inside of you while he moans out your name so prettily. itâs a newfound feeling for both of youâ his cum coating your cunt, filling you up till itâs spilling on his freshly washed sheets. heâs grown accustomed to finishing on your skin or into a condom, but this? this is all very new. this is something he now canât live without.
you think the same thing when you feel him spraying your walls with his thick ropes of cum. it feels so goodâ so euphoricâ while itâs leaking out of you. you donât know how youâve gone your entire adult life without experiencing this at least once. Â
âc-came so much, babyâŠâ you whimper, feeling him pull his cock out of you.Â
as soon as he sees his release dripping out of you, he groans softly, already feeling hard again, but he decides to ignore it for now, bringing his attention back to you.
âhey⊠love,â he says softly, noticing the way you perk up a bit from your tired state just at the sound of your name. âyou shouldâve told me you felt like that⊠i hate that you thought iâd just leave you âcause we wonât be in school anymore.â
you frown, âiâm sorry, i didnât know how to bring it up without being awkward⊠itâs the real world and i dunno⊠things are different.â
he sighs, hands running up and down your naked sides. âi get it, but like i said, i wanna be with you forever.â
you blush, biting your lip to hide the wide grin that ends up on your face despite the fact. âyeah, i remember⊠was that a proposal by the way?â you ask meekly.Â
he squeezes at your waist, âdid you want it to be?â he beams.
âi mean, it was a bit untraditional, definitely not how i expected my wedding proposal to be.âÂ
âwhat? you mean you didnât think youâd get proposed to while i had my dick inside you?â he asks with faux incredulity. âi, for one, thought this was the best proposal ever. i even put a lil baby in you.â
you giggle, wrapping your legs around his body again, âyou donât know that, iâm not pregnant⊠yet.â
his heart swells at the idea and he smiles brightly at your blushy face, âwell, maybe another round can change that, hmm?â
you pull him closer to you by the strength of your legs and say, âmake me yours then, seokmin.â
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Dream comes to his next physical therapy appointment marginally--marginally--less apprehensive than before. When he'd first gone, he'd expected to be told he was being melodramatic. That he should just be grateful that the surgery was successful and he has some functioning. That he should just give up on his art, that it didn't matter, that it was hopeless.
He doesn't know why he thought that. It's been hard to have a charitable view of people, lately.
But Hob wasn't like what he feared. Hob was... kind. To him.
So he goes back.
He has, in fact, been doing the exercises that Hob gave him. It is not as though he has much else to do with his time. Other than setting up his new flat, where he now lives after fleeing what had once been his home. Even a few months later, the place is fairly... minimalist. Which is not Dream's style. But he'd left with little more than his art portfolio and the clothes he was wearing, deciding that it wasn't worth going back, and he hasn't had the energy to replace anything since.
Or the two functioning arms required to move things.
His flat is depressing enough that even the physical therapy office feels warm and welcoming by comparison. Hob gives him a big smile as he comes in. It's pathetic that it makes his heart flutter.
He goes over to Hob, setting the folder he brought on the table.
"You look cheerful," Hob notes. Dream highly, highly doubts that. But he is perhaps slightly less morose than last time. Nevertheless, he finds Hob's optimism... somewhat cheering. Normally, he would find such a thing annoying. But there is something very steady and reassuring about Hob. Not much in Dream's life has felt steady in some time.
"I have tried finger painting," Dream tells him. He takes the piece out of the folder and shows it to Hob.
It had been interesting, at least. Distracted him for a moment. Made him think about the way children make art, before becoming mired in theory and technique.
He had considered bringing one of his usual pieces to demonstrate to Hob what he's meant to be able to do, in case that would be helpful, but it's still painful to look at them.
Hob takes the painting and stares at it with wide eyes. "How is this actually good?"
Dream should probably be offended by his incredulity but instead he just finds it amusing. "I had lots of time to spend."
He has, once again, painted a bunch of cats, all different colors, cluttering the page. It's simple, and lets him avoid thinking about his more conceptual pieces he hasn't been able to work on.
"Wow," Hob says, propping the painting carefully against the wall by his computer. "Okay. Good work going above and beyond on the instructions, Dream."
That praise alone shouldn't make something in his chest start glowing. But it does.
"It did not hurt... much," he says tentatively, before Hob can ask. "However, with a brush..."
It is incredibly frustrating. It's like his body continually wishes to betray him. He's lost his home and everything he owns and now he cannot even have his art.
"Give it some time," Hob says, reasonably. He is much more patient, and optimistic, than Dream.
He makes Dream draw and write again. It's... perhaps marginally easier after the exercises Hob had given him. Still, he finds himself getting frustrated by the weakness of his grip. And the more frustrated he gets, the tighter he grips the pencil. He knows he shouldn't. But.
"Lighter," Hob tells him, and Dream glares at him. Hob raises his hands. "Not telling you how to do your art. Just telling you how not to hurt your hand."
Dream bites down on his annoyance, but loosens his grip.
He doesn't see very much progress, but Hob seems satisfied. He makes Dream run through some other strengthening exercises, which... don't hurt as much as Dream was expecting them to. He'd expected that this whole process would be nothing but gritting his teeth through agonizing pain, to minimal results. Perhaps Death is right, and he should be less pessimistic.
In any case, Hob seems proud of him at the end. Even if Dream doesn't think he's done anything to be proud of.
But he does leave, perhaps, slightly more hopeful than he entered. And he wants to come back. At least to see Hob again.
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Hob doesn't know if it's patronizing to be proud of Dream, but he is. Over the last few sessions, his grip has improved a lot. Dream doesn't seem to see it, but that's alright. Hob does. He's been keeping all of Dream's drawings. They are getting better.
Hob is pretty good at optimism. But even so, it somehow hadn't occurred to him that quiet and morose wasn't Dream's natural state. That is until he sees the joy that lights up in him the first time he's able to draw a cat without his hand shaking. Dream smiles so wide, like he isn't even aware Hob is still watching him, and Hob realizes that there is lightness to him. It's just been buried down.
The time after that, Dream even brings some of his old art to show. Hob's been dying to see it for ages, but hasn't pressed. And Dream's art is gorgeous. Hob can understand, now, why he'd been dissatisfied with those first cats he'd drawn, no matter how charming Hob had found them. His big pieces are so finely detailed, so precise. It's... possibly going to take a bit more time to get him back to that than Hob had thought. But he's determined.
But Dream seems happy to be sharing his art, doesn't fold in on himself this time just to mention it. He talks with enthusiasm about his process, the most words Hob's heard him say in... well, ever. Hob tells him that he's made enough progress to pick up painting--with brush, not fingers--again if he wants, but not to beat himself up if it doesn't look the same as his old ones. And for once, it seems like Dream actually accepts the instruction not to berate himself.
All of this is, most certainly, the reason Hob does the insane thing he does next.
He's organizing his records, having already walked Dream out, when he hears raised voices from out on the walkway. The front door is still open a crack, he realizes, so the sound carries.
"Come on, you're overreacting," says an unfamiliar, male voice. "I said I won't do it again, didn't I?"
"Do not," Dream replies, voice anxious, but determined, "follow me."
"Well if you'd just pick up your phone--"
Hob steps outside. An unfamiliar man--the ex-boyfriend, Hob assumes, he doesn't know his name, hasn't asked, doesn't care--has Dream cornered in the doorway. His posture doesn't immediately scream rage or aggression, which is more unnerving rather than less, considering this is the same person who'd snapped and broken Dream's hand.
And Dream looks scared. Under the mask of stoicism he likes to wear. Any cheer or hope he'd gained from today's session has evaporated, and he looks like he did before, when he'd first come to Hob's office, curled in on himself. It breaks Hob's heart. And makes him angry.
"Stop being selfish and just--" the ex-boyfriend continues. Hob means to cut in and diffuse the situation. Tell him to leave in a reasonably professional manner.
Instead he punches him in the face.
Ex-boyfriend's nose goes crunch in an extremely satisfying way, and he reels back with a shriek, hands going to his face. Dream startles back, hands clutched around his art portfolio.
"What the FUCK!" yells ex-boyfriend, voice nasally from the blood running down his face. "You can't just-- this is assault! I'll call the cops!"
Oh he wants to go there, does he? "You wanna talk about assault?" Hob says, voice rising in volume. Dream edges behind him, though Hob's not sure he's fully aware he's doing so. "You want to get police involved, that's really what you want?"
Ex-boyfriend looks from Hob to Dream and back, hesitating. That's fucking right, Hob thinks. Not so easy to kick someone around when there's consequences, huh?
It helps that Hob is visibly stronger than Dream, and spends all day physically moving people around. If ex-boyfriend tries anything he's going to get put on the ground.
Finally he retreats, though with a look of rage towards Hob. Once he's gone, Dream finally seems to relax, some of the tension easing from his shoulders.
"You did not need to," he murmurs.
Hob shakes his head. "No one gets to come and threaten you here. Particularly not that dickhead."
Dream huffs a small laugh. Then he picks up Hob's hand, studying it. Hob winces. It's certainly going to bruise.
"Now you will need physical therapy," Dream says, lips twitching. Hob's glad for the humor in his voice.
Hob laughs. "Worth it."
"No one has..." Dream starts, slowly, "done something like that. For me."
It hurts, to think that no one's stood up for him. Or even let him know that someone should stand up for him.
"If he comes back I'll do it again," Hob says, and gets a tentative smile from Dream.
Then asks, "Does he know where you live?"
Dream frowns. "I do not think so."
"Want me to walk you home?"
He doubts Dream's ex-boyfriend will come back to the office now that he knows Hob's willing to deck him, but that doesn't mean he won't try to corner Dream elsewhere.
Dream deliberates, then says, "Would you?"
"'Course, love. Just let me lock the place up."
He doesn't realize what he's said until he's already turned back to lock the door. Shit. Today has already gone so far beyond what he's supposed to do as Dream's physical therapist, and now...
In the end, Dream doesn't call him out on it. But he does stick close to Hob's side as they walk, and occasionally when Hob looks over at him, he catches a tiny smile on his face.
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Happy Wife Happy Life
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pairing: Clarisse La Rue x fem!reader
summary: being Clarisse's "wife" will always have it's perks
a/n: honestly don't know how to feel about this but I'm tired. anyway, kinda hate the ending. and my writing lol.
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Love is the greatest thing.
At least, in your eyes it is.
It can bring the strongest people to their knees, risking their lives or others lives just so that they can keep their person happy. It's always been amazing to you.
Not so much in your best friend Clarisse's. She'd much rather have the glory of being the strongest kid in school, or be feared by your classmates. "Love is stupid." She always tells you while she watches you study under the willow tree she likes climbing.
"No, it's not. It's powerful. You like powerful things don't you?" You'd say back with an airy laugh, then forcing her to come back down from the branches so you can help her with her math homework.
She's heard lots about the emotion called jealousy, but she'd never truly felt it until she saw Holly Bracken kiss your cheek during recess one day. The tightening of the chest, the way her throat went dry and she clenched her fist by her side from the other end of the black top and tried to stop herself from throwing the basketball in her hands towards the blonde girl's head. It wasn't a feeling Clarisse liked, and the feeling only went away when you were laying in her arms under the tree after school that day.
That warm afternoon, she'd asked you to marry her with a paper ring, one that you cherished for a whole week until it got caught in something and broke. You'd obviously said yes, the fact that you had a huge crush on her not exactly helping as you forced yourself to remember she was obviously kidding. Sealing the marriage with I do and then placing a chaste kiss on the back of your hand like she'd seen done in the romantic movies her mother likes watching, you were officially hers. As long as you were her wife, Holly Bracken could no longer kiss your cheek with that ugly smug smile.
She went on to make sure of that, introducing you as her wife to anyone and everyone that was willingly to listen. You two were young, and nobody took it quite seriously until she saved up almost a full year's allowance money to buy you a nice looking- but still cheap- promise ring from the jewelry store downtown. It was a silent promise, one that she eventually voiced as you were sleeping over at her house.
"I'll be with you forever." She'd whispered in your ear, and you foolishly believed her.
She was gone three weeks later.
You didn't get a phone call, an email, or even a letter. She just....disappeared.
Her family stopped answering the door for you, seemingly purposefully avoiding you in town. It was months before you finally gave up, and it was obvious to anyone that looked hard enough you were slowly becoming a shell of yourself without her. Without your girl.
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The only thing in your life that is weirder than Clarisse's mysterious disappearance, was the fact that a boy just told you you're a child of one of the Greek gods. You couldn't believe him. You'd learned about the gods in school, but there was no fudging way they were real. You'd only finally agreed to go to some place called Camp Half Blood when he rolled up one of his pant legs to reveal furry goat legs. Nothing will ever be weirder than that.
Just in time too, because right after you left the school building and started sprinting towards the forest across from the place, some giant winged creature that no one else seemed to see crashed through a window and started flying towards you.
Your protector, someone you learned is a satyr named Joey, lead you to camp with minimal death, which you learned is very rare when it comes to leading a demi-god to camp. It didn't help with the newly installed fear inside you, but you just simply nodded along with what he was saying as your eyes scanned the crowds of campers that are doing their own thing below the hill you stand on.
The moment you step past what Joey calls Thalia's tree, all eyes are on you. A new camper means special events so they feel welcome which means more fun for the campers and the drama of figuring out who their godly parent is.Â
You donât have any belongings other than the clothes on your skin and the school pencil thatâs brought you a strange sense of comfort on your long trip. A female camper with blonde hair and gray eyes comes up and introduces herself as Annabeth, helping you to the âHermesâ cabin to give you a camp t-shirt and new pants. She explains all the new campers go there, at least until they get claimed, which means the kids in there are either children of Hermes, unclaimed, or new just like you.Â
Since everyone is gone doing daily activities, you decide to just change in the cabin. Itâs peaceful, the sound of campers laughter, birds in the trees.
Your blissful silence is broken when someone tightly wraps their arms around you from behind you and lifts you up in the air with a squeal, your hands flying to cover your bra-covered chest. âWhat the hell?!â You scream, but the profanities you were going to yell out die down in your throat when the person sets you down and you turn around to see Clarisse.
She doesnât look much different, her hair a little bit grown out and her band t-shirts and jeans have been replaced by camouflage pants and an orange camp half blood shirt similar to the one youâre trying to put on. Youâre so starstruck that you just stare, her arms still loosely wrapped around your waist as you stand there in only a bra and jeans. âClar?â She nods, grinning brightly as she pulls you into yet another hug.
Youâre much more aware this time, pushing her away harshly as you hurry to put on the shirt and then leave the cabin with a quick roll of your eyes. The curly haired girl is hot on your tail, attempting to grab your wrist to stop you before you pull it away as if sheâs burned you. Her face is full of hurt, but your voice shows the same amount as you ask, âWhy didnâtâŠ.why didnât you call? Or email? Or-or send me a fucking letter? Just to let me know you were okay? That you came here.â
She sighs, eyes full of regret as they fall to look at her doc martens so she doesnât have to see your sadness. âI couldnât call you because a phone call is like sending a message out to any monsters that could be listening and find out where we are. Email, I donât have any electronics cuz of the whole call thing.â
âAnd letter? I bet monsters donât know how to read Clar.â The girl is silent for a minute, and as the silence continues is when you realize she doesnât have an answer for you. You scoff, beginning to walk to who knows where again before she runs to catch up with you.
âIâm sorry, okay? I was scared. Gods, I was scared.â The worlds tumble out of her mouth before she can stop them, and the campers around you fall silent as they stare with mouths agape in shock.
âScared? Whatâs there to be scared of? Itâs just me.â She nods, wordlessly reaching out to hold your hand. You let her this time and she feels relief flood through her. âScared. I was scaredâŠ.scared that you would hate me for leaving. I mean, what kind of woman leaves her wife?â She attempts a small laugh, and she takes it as a win that the corners of your mouth twitch upwards in the start of a smile. âI promised you forever and then left without another word. You had been looking at me through rose colored glasses our entire lives, I was scared those glasses were shattered. Itâs not an excuse though. I shouldâve sent you a letter, told you I was okay and told you how much I missed you.â
A small smile works its way onto your face, but she can still see the sadness in your eyes and she hates it. She hates it when you're sad. âCome here angel.â The girl hesitantly pulls you into her arms, almost crying when you relax into her hold and hug her back before she remembers where you guys are and how many campers are staring in shock at how sweet sheâs acting.
âYou have to understand that Iâm still mad Clar. Even if you were scared, I spent years living in fear you were dead.â You mumble against her shoulder as you grip onto her like sheâs going to disappear again if you let go.
The girl nods in agreement, cradling your head to her chest as she glares at the campers in an attempt to get them to leave you two alone. They do it.
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Clarisse brings you to her cabin, cuddling with you in her bed as she tells you anything and everything that has happened over the past. Sheâs a child of Ares, and you spend several minutes that it makes sense after the amount of times she threatened other kids by saying she should hang them from the top of the flagpole.Â
By dinner time, itâs like no time has passed, and everyoneâs eyes are on you as you two walk in with her arm casually placed on your around the back of your waist as she leads you to her table where her siblings are trying not to make fun of her. After a lot of begging and threats, Chiron agreed to let you sit at the Ares table for your first week at camp. âHey guys.â Her happy tone is a rare one around her by the look on their faces, the smile even rarer as she sits you down next to her spot on the bench. âThis is my wife.â
The whole room goes silent, all eyes trained on you as your eyes dart up to stare at her. âWhat are you-â She cuts you off with amusement dancing in her brown eyes.
âWhat do you want to eat, honey?â Clarisse asks you, and a son of Ares you know as Mark scoffs before he says, âThe last time I asked you to get me food, you poured your drink in my lap and told me it wasnât your job.â
The smile falls from your friend's face as she glares at him. âThatâs because it isnât my job.â
âThen why are you getting her food?âÂ
âBecause a happy wife equals a happy life alright? Now shut the fuck up.â
The smile is back as she turns to face you again, taking your order before she leaves to get that and her own food.Â
The rest of the campers go back to their meals, though theyâre clearly gossiping about Clarisseâs supposed wife as they eat. It doesnât make you feel very happy, but all the doubt is gone as your girl comes back and sits down next to you, setting the food down before her hand falls to hold your hand under the table the way she used to during lunch at school.
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A little bit later, you finish eating and join in the group of campers leaving the dining hall towards the campfire with Clarisse walking beside you. âMy legs hurt.â You mumble while leaning closer to her. She doesnât miss a beat as she picks you up bridal style, casually carrying you to the bonfire like you weigh absolutely nothing. Smiling at the sound of your laughter, she sets you down on one of the logs surrounding the fire. âWhat was that for? I couldâve walked.â You say as she sits down next to you before pulling you into her lap.
âWhat kind of wife would I be if I let you walk around while in pain?â She grins before leaning her head on your shoulder. She seems happy, and you recently learned she hasnât felt that way in a very long time so you simply smile before leaving a kiss on her forehead. Her fingers lace with yours, her thumb caressing the back of your hand as she talks to her brother. Itâs like no time has passed. Although youâre still upset, itâs nice to have her again.
Clarisse makes you guys some smores, a few people coming up every once and a while to introduce themselves and your friend introduces you the same way every time; âThis is my wife.â By the time youâre making your way to the Hermes cabin with her walking by your side like a bodyguard, everyone in camp is aware of the âmarriageâ.
âI wish you could come stay in the Ares cabin.â She mumbles into the crook of your neck on the porch of Hermes cabin, and you chuckle while rubbing circles on her back. âI think you annoyed Chiron enough for one day.â
The daughter of Ares sighs, reluctantly nodding as she gives you a gentle squeeze before walking away. You watch her walk to her cabin for a few seconds, a permanent smile on your face before you walk inside your crowded cabin.
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The next morning, itâs time for you to join in the routine of chores and training. It seems tiring, but Clarisse is by your side to help you with anything and everything so itâs okay.
âYouâre getting better, hon.â She repeats for the 100th time in an hour, and your trust in her words is slowly fading as you sling the sword in your hands awkwardly towards the dummy covered in greek armor in front of you. The girl seems to notice your mood dropping, so she sighs and then stands up and walks towards you. You think sheâs going to tell you to take the armor off just stop trying, but you shouldn't have. Clarisse was never one to tell you to give up on something. Instead, she places her hands on your hips, brown eyes straying from your face as she gently moves your body until you're standing in the correct way. You feel like clay under her grip, simply allowing her to position you as your face scans her features.Â
Itâs like something pulling you to lean in, and itâs only when you're inches away from her face do you realize she is leaning in too. As if realizing where you are and what you guys are doing, she clears her throat and backs away, her hands following to rest at her sides. âThere. Try again.â She begins to awkwardly walk away, her confidence gone as she almost trips over some armor left on the floor by another camper.
You nervously laugh, taking a deep breath before you slash the sword forward again. The sword feels much more natural in your hand, and itâs almost like an instinct as you angle it so it hits the unprotected parts so it cuts open the material.Â
Your friend cheers, rushing over to you and easily lifting you off the ground like you just won the olympics. Clarisse has always been that way, proud of every thing you could ever do. With a small laugh, you thank her and finally get her to set you down. âWell done wifey.â The words flow out of Clarisseâs mouth like theyâre the most natural thing, and you fake an annoyed sigh.
âYou know Iâm not your wife right?â You say with a laugh, but she clearly doesnât find it very funny.
âThen what's this?â Her hand moves to grab your hand, holding it up in front of your face and you try to ignore the way butterflies explode in your stomach from the touch as her eyes lock on yours. With rose colored cheeks- you decide to blame it on the heat and not the feeling of her hand in yours- you finally take notice of what sheâs talking about; the ring she bought you when you were kids, snuggly placed on your left hand ring finger. It was a bit too big when you guys were younger, but it fits basically perfectly now.
âItâs a promise ring.â You mumble, walking away to take off the armor and put away the sword. âItâs the closest thing to a wedding ring I could get. And besides, red is my favorite color, the jem is red. Itâs basically me, in a ring.â âI didnât understand a single thing you just said.â
Clarisse sighs, wrapping her arms around your waist from behind the same way she did your first day at camp- though this time she doesnât lift you up. âSorry. Let me summarize. Youâre my wife, and that is your ring.â You chuckle, turning around in her arms and trying not to think about the way youâre so close you can feel her warm breath on your face. âFine. Iâm your wife.â She takes the win, leaving a chaste kiss on your cheek before she makes her way out of the training grounds to go wash up for lunch.
This girl is gonna be the death of you.
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That night, Clarisse sneaks into the Hermes cabin. Sheâs used to sneaking out, but sheâs never had a reason to sneak into this specific cabin and she almost bursts out laughing when she gets through the window and almost steps on a kid laying on a sleeping bag on the floor.Â
She easily manages her way through the sleeping kids to get to your bunk in the corner, cringing every once and a while when floor boards creek. Youâre awake, staring at the wall and you reach under your pillow to grab a dagger Annabeth gave you when someone puts a hand on your shoulder and tries to shake you away so you can hold it up against their neck.
âWhy the hell do you have a knife to my throat?â Clarisse quietly squeaks out, and you sigh in relief before putting the weapon back under your pillow for safe keeping. âI justâŠIâm sorry.â You think about telling her about the nightmare you were having not even ten minutes ago, but it looks like sheâs already aware of it as she sends you knowing eyes.
âYou can make it up to me by following me.â One look into her pleading eyes is all you need to reluctantly agree, and she helps you out of the window and then onto her back so she can carry you to the surprise she set up in the forest.
The sight makes you want to grin and cry at the same time; itâs a picnic set on the cliff overlooking the waterfall you told her was your favorite part of camp, all your favorite foods from the outside world placed accordingly on the blanket. There are little lanterns placed all over, lighting up this specific part of the woods. You can clearly see the stars, one of your favorite things, and the cozy feeling of the date-like setting goes against the summer breeze of the night.
âSo? What do you think?â Clarisse nervously asks as you look around in awe. âIâŠ.I love it Clar.â You reply, pulling her into a tight hug. âHowâd you get all these foods?â You quest with a grin. She innocently shrugs, but sheâs got a mischievous look in her eyes that only appears when she does something bad. She wonât tell you that she snuck out of camp the same way she snuck out of her cabin to go to the mortal world, sneaking back in a throwing herself into a bush when Mr. D almost caught her.
She sits down on the blanket, patting the spot next to her and then pulling you into her lap when you sit down. âThis is so niceâŠ.but why?â âWhy?â âWhyâd you do it?â
Clarisse chuckles; âBecause my wife deserves best.â There it is again, the phrase that brings a blush to your face no matter how many times you hear it. âWell, thank you.â She nods, grabbing a chocolate covered strawberry and taking a hesitant bite before humming in satisfaction. âThatâs really good.â
You two spend the rest of the night talking and giggling as you cuddle up to her and eat the delicious foods, and by the end of the night youâre lying with your head in her lap as she runs her fingers through your hair. âOne day,â She starts, leaning down to kiss your forehead before she continues speaking; âIâm gonna marry you for real.â
With a small laugh, you nod, staring into her brown eyes as you sigh. âIâm okay with that.â You whisper, and for a second it seems like sheâs leaning down again. Itâs proven she is when her lips connect with yours. Her lips are slightly chapped since she always forgets to put on chapstick before she leaves the cabin, but that doesnât matter as sheâs kissing you like sheâs been starved for years. Technically, she has been.
She pulls away, watching with a nervous smile as you attempt to catch your breath and stare up at her in awe. âWas that-was that okay?â You slowly nod, sitting up and then turning to face her before you grab her face in your hands and kiss her once again. She seems surprised, but she quickly adapts as her hands move to your hips and firmly grip them.
âIâve been wanting to do that since the day you agreed to be my wife.â She whispers as she pulls away and leans her forehead on your own. You giggle, giving her a quick kiss in between love sick giggles. âMe too.â
She begins to talk again, but the sound of hooves galloping near and a loud voice calling out, âWho's there?!â makes her panic. Chiron. You panic as well, and you both messily pick up the empty plates and blanket, shoving it all in the basket and taking your hand in the one that isn't holding the basket.
The galloping is getting closer, and you both begin to run back into the forest- on the way back to camp but still in the opposite direction of Chiron.
You both begin to laugh as you almost trip over a branch, and you have to bite your lip and hold a hand over Clarrise's mouth so Chiron won't hear.Â
You eventually make it back to the cabins, and you both slow down to a light jog as you near the Hermes cabin. She brings you back to the still open window, and helps lift you up into the slightly cold room. You take off your shoes, and are about to wish her a goodnight and go to bed when you turn around to see her lips playfully puckered.Â
You chuckle, walking back to the window and giving her a small peck on the lips. âGoodnight Clar. and thank you for a wonderful night.â She smiles. âIt was only wonderful because you were there. Goodnight angel.â With that, she leaves towards her own cabin, and you're left staring at her leave with a love sick smile and look in your eyes.
At the edge of the forest, Chiron watches the sweet goodnight with a small smile. âWell I'll be damnedâŠ.Clarisse La Rue is a softy.â He begins walking to his own cabin with a content sigh. âBut they better not sneak out again.â
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Having a Neptune in the 1st house can feel like your living in a dream. Itâs harder for you to not get taken up by your imagination. This placement is known for dreaming with their eyes open. A lot struggle from Maladaptive Daydreaming. Meditation/ Breath work can help with grounding these people.
Aries placements (especially the moon & rising) have amazing eyebrows. Theyâre all so perfect arched and full. Theyâre eyebrows can sometimes make them look intimidating as well.
Libra in your big three usually have buck teeth or they just have really big teeth in the front.
People with Pluto risings cannot stand fake energy. Being around too many fake people can literally make them go insane & snap on everyone. These people normally March at the beat of their own drum which causes many people to flock to them for advice.
Aquarius moons emotions can come out really robotically. Like you donât know if they really care when you vent to them. They act very nonchalantly and bored when people open up emotionally to them. I started crying in front of my aqua moon friend once and she just stared at me & patted me on the backđđ she tried tho. Also I notice aqua moons have a weird thing with physical affection. They are the times to give like 2 seconds hugs or just not like to be touched much in general.
Sagittarius suns have a habit of embarrassing themselves to make others laugh. They really have no shame. They will say and no the most outlandish shit just to get a giggle out of someone. They can sometimes embarrass others tho if they do too much. They can be really extra.
People with Gemini & Sagittarius in their big three weâre probably class clowns
Leo suns never wanted the same things as anyone when they were little. They always wanted something that made them stand out from the crowd. (Ex: everyone had pink tiaras for my cousins birthday and my Leo cousin threw a fit because she wanted purple instead so she didnât look like everyone else) đ
Aquarius suns are chameleons in social settings. They can fit into any group & usually have a big people pleaser personality. Not in a weak way however but they just understand what people like & how to engage certain people properly.
Capricorn stelliums can end up being rich or famous. These people are really hustlers. Iâve seen these people start businesses in their 20s with this it worked 3 jobs to get the life they need. One thing these people know how to do is work.
Cancer and Libra suns tend to loose themselves in partnerships the most. Iâve seen these people make their partners their world while they completely neglect other areas of their life. They are both really blinded by love.
Uk an Aries sun women likes you when they start teasing/bullying you. (Playfully!) arguing is foreplay to them bizarrely lol.
If Jupiter is prominently yet negatively aspected in the chart it can show narcissistic or sociopathic tendencies.
Virgo moons tend to like very fresh light scents. Like fresh linen, laundry smells, light floral scents. Nothing to heavy.
Taurus placements look best with minimal to no makeup & Libra placements normally look incredible with a full face of makeup or just glamour looks. Itâs really interesting how the two sides of Venus play out. Taurus gives more of an earthy goddess vibe & Libra gives me a more chic fashionista insta model/influencer vibe. Both value beauty & aesthetics but in opposite ways.
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the racer toji smut wonât leave me alone so here is my additional brainrot bc my sister in christ we must suffer together <3
what about fem!reader whoâs bf is a total ass bc he dragged her to the races but ignores her for the whole night bc heâs too busy showing off to the other guys and makes fun of her for not knowing shit about cars. she went to support him but heâs being so shitty and she goes to sulk alone near some quiet part.
a little boy comes to join her and he introduces himself as megumi, he hates crowds and loud noises so he sits with reader for a while, until his daddy comes along and his daddy is hot. toji introduces himself, asking what a pretty girl is doing alone in these parts and offers to show her his car but out from nowhere comes slimy bf who just embarrases himself trying to kiss tojiâs ass and reader is like i need to break up with him
but ofc toji puts him in his place and tells him his gf is way out his league, and a real man would never leave his girl alone the entire night. it shuts him up fr and toji, megumi and reader leave to go check out some cars bc itâs nice to actually have someone tell you all about the cars instead of being made fun of for not knowing
the rest is obvs history bc megumi loves hanging out with reader and toji canât keep his eyes off her. and vice versa hehe
a/n: jelly ur mind >>>>> also how did i write a whole FIC about this omfg im sick. i claim i dont like toji then write like this đđ + can u tell how much i love making fun of incompetent men by the way i talk about readerâs shitty boyfriend cause youd be right. i hate men. ⶠ/ 2.2k
the stuffy parking lot had been a routine place for you at this point, taking the familiar route past shibuya 109 and into miyamasu-zaka avenue. youâre not entirely pumped to be in the car beside your boyfriend right now, whoâs talking loudly and obnoxiously into his phone, but that isnât what is irking you right now. youâre more worried when you reach there, sure to come face to face with his equally obnoxious friends who just canât shut up about their cars.
it would be fine if they were being cocky and could back up their modifications and NOS with proper results from racing, but they were all losers, both figuratively and literally. you sigh for the umpteenth time when daisuke asks if you cancelled the dinner with your friends because he was going to celebrate his âsureâ win and you stifle the urge to laugh. sometimes you wonder why youâre still here.
âweâre here babe, câmon, get out. iâll go park the car and come back to get you,â as daisuke tells you this, heâs patting your thigh like youâre a dog, smiling his stupid smile and your brows knit together.
âcanât you just drive to wherever youâre parking?â
âahh⊠no can do, baby â my parkingâs somehow better when youâre not stressinâ me out in the passenger seat.â what were you doing dating a man who couldnât even park? you groan into your hands, picking up your bag and exiting the vehicle, making sure to slam the door extra hard even if youâll be getting a lecture later about harming his âbabyâ.
heâs perfectly fine watching your tantrum and doesnât say anything except for continuing to smile, driving off without a care as he looks for a parking spot. thankfully you could save your face a little, since you were still early to the meet, a minimal amount of people lingering around the abandoned parking lot in their miniskirts and tights and tramp stamps â a look you definitely wouldâve loved to try out if not for your boyfriend telling you you canât show off your legs.
itâs like he has some personal vendetta against you, but really you think itâs just because he saved you from an unfavourable situation before and while at the time you expressed mutual feelings for him, he just might be holding you hostage with that favour he did for you, unconsciously feeling terrible if you were to leave him.
a few minutes pass, and then ten, and youâre waiting for a full fifteen minutes against a wall, all the while the classic crowd of tokyo is trickling into the car park, cars driving in slowly and youâre dreading every time someone enters, sure that youâre being judged for being daisukeâs significant other. and when the waiting time finally hits twenty, youâre taking matters into your own hands and turning the corner where he drove.
just to see him conversing with his loser friends who were already somehow there, showing off their own cars which they spent money on for nothing and laughing up a storm. you lug your body over, because while you were still somehow okay with daisuke, you couldnât stand his friends.
âbabe! ah, my bad, shouldâve texted you that the boys were already here and that i was with âem,â his affection was limited to just a hand on your waist, not wanting to look like a softie in front of them, âwe were just talking about our updated NOS, or ânitrous oxide systemâ for my cute baby who couldnât remember it the first time.â
all you can do is burn in embarrassment as they laughed, ridiculing you for the mistake you made ages ago about the terminology of street racing that sometimes you couldnât exactly grasp. you did your best each time, sometimes googling things about racing that you wouldnât know otherwise, but because it was still pretty illegal in japan, it was difficult to find the specific terms they used. but with how much your boyfriend teaches you (as condescending as it was), you probably couldâve written an essay.
and it wasnât a one-time thing either, from smacking your hand off the stick shift to pestering you about closing the car door more gently, youâre soon to reach your limit.
âyeah, i know what a NOS is, bitch.â you mumble under your breath, turning away from him as he continued joking with his boys before one of them shouted out someone elseâs name, hiroshi, you heard and they all pile over each other like excited dogs, seeing his new and improved Mitsubishi Eclipse, a bright, striking green and your boyfriend follows them easily.
throughout the different races of the evening and the excitement, youâre left chasing after your boyfriend who canât help but sidle up to different racers and their cars, and the dreaded situation you hoped wouldnât arise, did. daisuke loved asking you questions with confusing numbers and letters, and then laughed in your face when you picked the wrong option.
so when he asked you whether a L72 or a 327 small-block was better for his sorry excuse of a Camaro from 1981, you answered that you knew they had used 327s for Yenko Camaros, but without the knowledge they had discontinued it since it wasnât optimal performance for the car. âyeah, no, darlinâ, they already stopped it and switched to big-blocks after â69⊠i thought i taught you this!â
with lips pressed tightly together, you find that you hardly want to be here any longer, body turning hot with shame and tears prickling at your eyes. you donât chase after daisuke when he walks off and nudges hiroshi about your limited knowledge about cars, hands clenching and unclenching into fists before youâre tugged gently on your jacket sleeve.
in front of you is a young boy, playing with his fingers shyly with a head full of messy black hair and strong features that scrunch up into an anxious expression and youâre squatting and wondering what business a young boy like him had in scenes like this before heâs explaining how he hates the loud music and noises of metal against metal and the sound of tires.
you frown, understanding him immediately as you ask if you can hold his hand to which he nods, âwhatâs your name, sweetheart?â
âfushiguro⊠megumi,â he mumbles, flinching when thereâs an erupt of cheers from the concluding race.
âoh, honey, letâs go,â you squeeze his hand in solidarity, âletâs sit far away from the action, okay? you like music?â
megumi sniffles a little and nods again, calming down the further he is from all the cars, sitting down on the curb in an area where thereâs fewer racers, it being a deadend for the route. soon, youâre fishing out your earphones to insert into his ears, playing a few favourites of yours at a softer volume to drown out the noise of the cars. youâre content to find someone as clueless as you in this whole thing, even if the other was a child, and you almost want to chastise his parents for leaving him so vulnerable in a place like this when said parent is looking left and right, jogging while looking for his son.
âthatâs my dadâŠâ megumi mumbles with hope in his voice as the man starts to call out for him, expression morphed into worry from the moment he looked down from his car to find megumi gone. the boyâs hands you back your earphones with a slight smile and a âthank youâ before running off, and youâre lunging forward just to make sure heâs safe, running a little behind him while he navigates his fatherâs voice. it seems like he doesnât have much care for the loud noises when his dad is finally in view because he speeds immediately into his arms before a tall man comes into view, and youâre blessed with seeing this hot-ass dad in a baggy long-sleeved top.
âhey⊠thank you for lookinâ out for the kid. iâm fushiguro toji,â toji nods towards you in acknowledgement, looking past your face after appreciating it before glancing down to your figure. âwhatâs a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?â
megumi who was propped up against his shoulder opts to cling to his fatherâs neck, hiding from the rest of the world while you walk slowly alongside the man, fingers thumbing the strap of your bag to keep your grounded. you were quick to explain that you were here because of your boyfriend, and you swear a glint of disappointment flashed in his eyes, but you donât give it much thought because soon the man himself is running up to you with a renewed sense of confidence.
it was probably because toji was here; and sure, you knew about fushiguro toji and how much your boyfriend loved him, but you didnât know how popular he could get, drawing countless pairs of eyes to your interaction.Â
âhi! hi, fushiguro toji right?â and youâre already ready for the clownery to start when he opens his mouth, âiâm wakashita daisuke, big fan! any chance youâll get back into racing?â daisuke is spouting so much shit you canât even bear to look up but thereâs one sentence that has got toji riled up, using just one hand to threaten your boyfriend who looks scared out of his mind. âyouâd look so good with a Ford Mustang too, why donât you sell off that old Corvette youâve gotââ
and soon toji is clutching onto the collar of his shirt, easily pulling him off the ground as the people surrounding you laugh and whoop. seems like you werenât the only one who hated him.
âthat Corvette means something to me, not like that piece of junk you call your Camaro. and at least i treat my car better than how you treat your girlfriend,â he spits the word like itâs venom, âwho you canât even respect as a person.â
daisuke is plopped onto the floor, but toji easily backs him up with a finger to his chest, âlaughing like an idiot when she doesnât know about engines and then saying you taught her â that would reflect your efforts as a teacher, wouldnât it?â the man smirks when your boyfriend stutters out his answer, the crowd oooh-ing like itâs a free show.
âand then you leave her stranded for the whole night to hang with your boys, in a place where sheâs uncomfortable and vulnerable. but you couldnât give a shit, canât you? youâre too busy sucking your friendsâ cocks to notice.â thereâs howls of laughter now (you canât help but let out a giggle too) with how ruthless toji is being, all the while having a kid on his shoulder, but you imagine megumi is used to these types of altercations by now.
toji leans down to spit in his face, âyou disrespect a woman in my eyes, youâre a joke to me.â
he just rolls your eyes, heading off from your stupid boyfriend and toji fully expects you to follow, beckoning you to go with him when you stay rooted. âcâmon, donât mind him. he didnât deserve you.â toji mutters, pressing a kiss to megumiâs temple as he leads you away from the scene silently, and you leap at the opportunity to thank him immediately.
âto be fair⊠i did all the research for my boyfriend,â toji interrupts with ex-, and you laugh, âyeah, ex-. but iâm not entirely opposed to learning about cars. they seem kinda cool.â
âis this your way of telling me you want me to teach you?â whatâs a little flirting with a guy, anyway? even the other said it himself, daisuke didnât deserve you. you nod with a sheepish smile, petting megumiâs head when he rouses from his dadâs shoulder, heart warming at how the young boy shoots you a gleaming smile.
toji shrugs with a little chuckle, âsure.â heâs keen on showing you his Chevrolet Corvette at the other end of the parking lot first, telling you about the specifications and the modifications he made for it to be suitable for drifting. he explains how his Corvette had to be converted to a rear-wheel-drive car, or a RWD to support the heavy stress on the back wheels to make a successful drift turn.
toji tells you the differences between a clutch kick and a shift lock and how to sustain a drift on a sharp turn, excited at finally finding someone who didnât have a clue about racing. he even offers to show you, but youâre a little too intimidated by being in the passenger seat with him, especially when itâs going at high speeds.
âmaybe another day,â you offer and toji picks up on your insinuation, trying to stifle at grin that maybe this attraction wasnât one-sided. he liked the way you talked to megumi, he liked the way you intently listened about his love for cars, and he couldnât wait to get you in his car with a hand to your thigh.
âiâll hold you to your offer, darlinâ.â the name sounded so much better coming from his mouth, an attractive smile lining his face before he offered his free arm for you to hang on, gasping silently when you felt how toned his arm was. oh, the late night thoughts you already knew you were gonna haveâŠ
âiâll tell you about the other cars here, letâs go.â
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New Year's Eve
Summary: A game of two truths and a lie reveals to the team a fact about the you that Bucky canât seem to stop thinking about.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female Reader
Warnings: Minimal use of Y/N. Language 'cause why not. A lot of fluff. My poor attempts at being funny. Mutual pining, idiots in love. Self-deprecating thoughts.
Word Count: 3.2K
A/N: Happy New Year's Eve! Thanks for all the messages when I was sick, I'm finally feeling better and I'm negative for Covid! I really wanted to post something for New Year's Eve and this came from a fever dream I had when I was sick, lol. I hope it's any good and someone enjoys it! A particular thank you to @ordelixx for helping me with this story!đI've only started posting here about a month and a half but I'm really enjoying it and feeling more and more comfortable in my writing. I hope I'm also getting better at it. Anyway, I have big plans for the New Year that I hope you'll enjoy! This year hasn't been great for me, but I'm planning on working harder than ever to make sure the next one is a year I can be proud of. I hope you guys have a nice last day of 2023 and an amazing start of 2024! Love you all.đ
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âOk, your turn, Kill Bill. Two truths and a lie, go.â Tony says, referring to the fact that you fight with swords, making you roll your eyes before you join in on the laughter.
âOk, uhm...â you try not to look at anyone so you donât give away the answer âI have a teddy bear that I sleep with, I have bungee jumped from the top of the tower and Iâve never had a New Yearâs kiss.â
You look back up to the room and wait for their guesses.
Itâs a Friday night and the people that remained in the Tower for the holidays decided to have a little game night.
Every year the same people stay around, having nowhere in particular to go, and spend Christmas together.Â
Clint and Scott usually spend this time with their families, this year Thor decided to go to New Asgard with Bruce and Loki to visit Val and Korg, and Peter decided to spend it with aunt May and Happy.
You usually alternate between going to visit your family and staying in the tower each year, and this one was your turn to go to your first home.
You came back the day after Christmas, never being one to miss Tonyâs New Yearâs Eve party thatâs gonna happen in two days now.
âWell, we know she has a teddy bear.â Wanda says.
âDo we know that?â Tony turns to you, narrowing his eyes. âDo you have one?â
âYes, she does, weâve seen itâ Natasha answers for you while you glance at Bucky, praying he doesnât put together that theyâre talking about the teddy bear he gifted you for Valentineâs Day this year along with flowers.Â
Natasha and Wanda were more happy than you when you told them, sustaining that he did it because he liked you until you pointed out that he gave flowers to them too, because heâs sweet and a gentleman and thatâs just who he is.
They wouldnât let up on the fact that neither of them got a teddy bear though, and you would have agreed with them but Bucky never really did anything else about it so you decided to let it go and not read too much into it.
You're brought back to the present by Tony.
âOk, so she has one. Then itâs gotta be the New Yearâs kiss, everyone has had one at least once in their life,â he was looking at your reaction very closely while talking, but you did your best to keep an easy smile and not give anything away.
âEven Captain Virgin over there had one last year.â he adds vaguely waving towards Steveâs general direction.Â
You crack at the nickname and at the undignified sound Steve made while blushing and glancing at Nat that shared that kiss with him.
âTony, thereâs no way that she bungee jumped from the roof without us knowing, thatâs gotta be the lie.â Sam interjects, also watching you closely for any signs of a reaction that you manage not to give.
âAlright, just take your guesses, people.â You say to the group.
âNew Yearâs Kiss.â Tony all but yelled, Natasha and Wanda agreeing with him.
âBungee jump.â Sam says and Steve and Bucky agree, then they all seem to hold their breath as they wait for your answer.
Itâs not a surprise that even these stupid little games cause a lot of competition amongst the team.
âNeither.â-you finally said and let out a laugh when they all groan in annoyance while taking their shots for guessing wrong.
âWAIT- you bungee jumped off the ROOF? When?!â Steve seems more concerned than anything.
âWell, you know a few months ago when we happened to all be on different missions at the same time?â They nod, not knowing where you're going with this âClint and I came back first from ours, we were bored and there was no one around to stop us from doing anything stupid soâŠâ you trail off, shrugging while laughing.Â
Steve looks shocked, Sam is laughing his ass off while Tony immediately goes to look for the security footage.
They all cheered while watching you throw yourself off the roof, Clint's yells and laughter could be heard, and then Steve shakes his head while joining you in the laughter when you see Clint take his turn and scream like a little girl while you fall to the ground laughing on the video.Â
Once you all composed yourselves, Tony pokes Wandaâs arm âI thought you said she had a teddy bear.â he's looking at her like she brought him on a treasure hunt and then betrayed him and left him for dead on a deserted island.
âShe does! She got it from-â you interrupt her before she can finish the sentence, blushing a little and avoiding Buckyâs eyes.
âI do have a teddy bear, I just donât sleep with it.â you say, shrugging.
âOh, come on, thatâs cheating!â Natasha whines.
âItâs really not, just because I do have one it doesnât mean I didnât tell a lie about itâ you laugh at her pout.
âWait a minute, so youâve never had a New Yearâs kiss?â Tony looks at you like you suddenly grew two heads.
âItâs not a big deal. Funny thing is, I have had boyfriends during New Yearâs Eve, I just never happen to spend the day with them.â you say absentmindedly while thinking back at all the parties youâve been to over the years to celebrate the new year.
âReally?â it's so quiet you almost missed it, your eyes snapping up to meet Buckyâs that were already looking at you.
âIs that so hard to believe?â The room seems to go quiet as everybody looks at you two, but you're too focused on each other to notice.
âI didnât- I meanâŠâ his cheeks started to turn a little pink as he seemed to have trouble finishing his sentence âItâs just youâre very pretty, who wouldnât want to kiss you?â
You didnât know what to say to that, you start blushing too while opening and closing your mouth a couple of times, looking like a damn fish.
You settle for a quiet âthank youâ with a smile that he shyly returns, neither of you noticing the glances passed by everyone else.
The whole team is convinced that thereâs something between you and Bucky, but both of you always deny it and donât seem to read too much into each otherâs actions, always dismissing the glances and lingering touches as friendly affection even though youâre not really that close.
But really what else could it be?
The team lets the moment end and the game goes on, everyone keeps drinking and having fun until it gets really late and you all decide to call it a night.
Bucky goes to his bedroom and gets ready for sleep but he canât seem to focus on anything else but you.
He really doesnât understand how can anybody see your pretty self when youâve just woken up, no makeup and your eyes full of sleep and not want to kiss you, let alone when you are all dolled up in a pretty golden dresses like you do every New Yearâs.Â
Every year it gets harder for him not to just grab you and kiss you, hell every day is pretty much torture to see you around the Compound and not get to be with you the way he wants to.
But he has to keep his hands to himself because thereâs no way you could actually like him like that.Â
Heâs even tried to drop hints here and there like giving you the teddy bear for Valentineâs Day but, except for the cute shade of pink that your face turned, you still didnât seem all that interested.
Still, that didnât stop him from thinking what it would be like if you did like him and fantasize about being your first New Yearâs kiss and maybe even your last first kiss.
At the same time you were in your own room getting ready for bed while your own thoughts kept going back to the moment you shared with Bucky in the living room.Â
You didnât know if you were more embarrassed because you actually told the team youâve never had a kiss on New Yearâs Eve or happy because Bucky called you pretty.
If it was anyone else you wouldnât even think twice about it, but coming from him it just felt like you were being complimented for the first time ever.Â
Everytime you thought about it you felt all warm and fuzzy inside, and at this point the moment was pretty much on loop in your mind.
The more you think about it the more you feel your face heat up, sleep not coming easily as you slip into Bucky filled dreams.
The next day everybodyâs hanging out in the living room, most of them nursing a hangover from last night. You get ready for a last minute shopping trip to try and find a new dress for New Yearâs Eve.
When you get to the living room you see Steve grinning at a disgruntled Tony, Wanda, Sam and Natasha who are obviously very hangover and nowhere near as amused as the blonde supersoldier.Â
Buckyâs attention is on you as soon as you're in his field of vision and no one fails to notice it, except you of course, your own attention on Wanda and Natasha sprawled on the couch.
âWell, I was gonna ask you if you wanted to come shopping with me,â you start watching from one to the other, as amused as Steve at everyoneâs inability to contain themselves when drinking. âbut I donât think thatâs happening.âÂ
âBite me, YLN.â Is all Nat says.
Wanda, on the other hand, is a little gentler. âI can come with you, if you want.â she says sweetly.
âThatâs okay, Wands.â you smile at her âjust rest and drink lots of water.â
You turn around, saying bye to everyone and making your way out. As soon as the doors of the elevator close, everyone turns to Bucky that's not even pretending not to be staring anymore.
Not that anyone could ignore the longing look on Buckyâs face as he watches you walk away.
âBuck,â Steve starts talking, glancing at everyone before setting his gaze back on his best friend. âwe need to talk.â
âOkayâŠâ he slowly drags out, unsure if he even wants Steve to keep going.
âWell, weâve been noticing some things latelyâŠâ Heâs unsure of how to say this. âBetween you and Y/N.â
Buckyâs cheeks start to turn a slight shade of pink, but heâs still not sure where Steveâs going with this so he says nothing.
âSo we thoughtâ he gestures around at everybody. âthat maybe we should-â
âWe know you like her, and we want to help you get with her.â Tony interrupts Steve, quickly getting to the point.
At Steveâs glare, Tony merely raises his hands in surrender saying, âListen, Capsicle, Iâm way too hungover to take the panoramic route. Letâs just get this over with.â
âYeah, Starkâs right.â Sam says, turning Bucky whose face is fully red now. âYou have a weak ass game, man. Let us help you.â
They all look at the brunette supersoldier while waiting for his answer. He chews on his lip while looking at the expectant faces of his friends, before letting out a deep sigh.
âHow would you even help me?â He says quietly, neither accepting nor denying their help just yet.
âWell, we know Y/N,â Wanda says.
âYeah, we can tell you what turns her on.â Natasha smirked, before Wanda flicks her ear making her let out an âowâ with a slight pout.
âWhat she means is,â she glares at Natasha âwe can tell you what she likes, you know. Maybe help you get closer to her.â
Bucky shakes his head lightly âThis is not a good idea. And it doesnât even matter if she doesnât like me.â
Wanda and Natasha seem to have a silent conversation, ending with Natasha raising her eyebrow at Wanda and Wanda just sighing with a soft âfineâ.
âShe does like you.â Wanda turns back to Bucky.
âSheâs just convinced that you donât like her like that.â Natasha says with a roll of her eyes.
Bucky still wasnât completely convinced, but he agreed nonetheless. Maybe it was the glimmer of hope the girls gave him, but if there was even the slightest chance you could actually like him, he owed it to himself to try.Â
So he let the team make a plan to get you guys together, hoping to god he wouldnât come to regret it.
You come home a few hours later, super excited to have found the perfect dress for the party the next night.
Bucky thought you were just so cute, all smiles and giggles.
Wanda and Nat talked you into having the last girls night of the year, although it didnât really take much convincing.
And so the plan begins.
Youâre relaxing on your bed, Wanda lying next to you, your head on her lap, and Nat sprawled on the love seat near the window close to your bed.
Youâre wearing bathrobes, sheet masks on your faces as you watch a cheesy romcom that youâre so embarrassingly into you donât even notice the girls exchange a look and nod at each other.
Wanda clears her throat and then begins talking, as casually as she can. âSo, how come you never told us you never had a New Yearâs kiss?â
They had to approach the subject somehow, right?
âI donât know,â you say absentmindedly and then shrug, your attention still on the Tv. âdidnât think it was important.âÂ
âSure it isnât.â Nat said, and her tone took your attention away from the movie for the first time since it started.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean, Tasha?â she simply shrugs, an innocent look in the face.
âIt doesnât mean anythingâ she says, her attention seemingly on the movie âI mean, if it doesnât bother you, it doesnât bother me.â
âWhy would it bother me?â you frown, you don't understand what's so weird about this.
âWell, some people might find it a littleâŠâ Wanda trails off.
âSad?â Natasha ends for her.
âItâs not like Iâve never kissed anyone.â you're starting to get a little defensive.
âWe know that, sweetie.â Wanda coos, stroking your hair while you look up at her.
âWe really didnât mean anything by it.â Natasha ends, giving you an apologetic look.
âYeah, whatever.â is all you say, and you turn your eyes back to the tv, your attention nowhere near it.
Natasha and Wanda can basically hear the gears turn in your head and give each other one last glance.Â
Part one of the plan is complete.
The next day goes through like usual, the team spending basically the whole morning together.
Itâs a tradition, having the last breakfast of the year together, watching the last movie, having the last lunch and so on. Doing all the lasts together.
Itâs silly, but itâs a tradition you've all come to be very fond of.Â
The afternoon comes and you and the girls spend it getting ready for the party, last nightâs conversation almost forgotten.
Almost.
As you got to the party the music was deafening before you even stepped out of the elevator and, once you did, you were immediately immersed in a sea of perfume and cologne and, like every other Stark party extravaganza, you didnât know about 98% of the people there.Â
You quickly find the team, as outgoing as most of them are, you usually spend most of the night together because itâs the last night of the year, last party and, again, it's your tradition.
You talk, you joke, you laugh but the more you drink the more you keep thinking about your conversation with the girls last night.
Was it really that sad that youâve never started a new year with a kiss?
Midnight came sooner than you wouldâve liked and your teammates decide to ask you a sobering question.
âSo, who are you kissing?â Tony asks very casually.
You turn around confused, the teamâs eyes all on you. âWhat are you talking about?â
âOh, nobody told you?â Sam says, looking around him âWeâre all kissing someone tonight.â
âI- You- What?â you glance towards Bucky so quickly he almost thought he imagined it.
âWell, Romanoff is kissing Rogers, Iâm obviously kissing Pepper and Wanda is kissing Wilson.â Tony said, before specifying while pointing at the last two âAs friends, obviously.â
âSo, youâre all kissing someone?â You look at everyone except the one person you actually want to look at.
Something inside of you just believes that he would nod too and a beautiful woman that you could never compare to would appear at his side.
âWell,â Steve starts. ânot all of usâŠâ
He trails off and, following his gaze, you land on the very pair of blue eyes you were trying to avoid.
Suddenly everyone else scatters and it was just you and Bucky. You don't know what to say, but you feel like you can't look away from him now.
What the hell is happening to you?
Youâre talking before you can even stop yourself âYou know, we could also kiss. As friends.â you add, realizing what you just said, your eyes wide with your own surprise.
Heâs about to say something, but you donât give him a chance to get a sound out before youâre backtracking so fast you might actually fall out the window.
âYou donât have to. Obviously. Itâs not like Iâd make you.â you chuckled awkwardly, but you canât stop yourself from rambling âUnless you wanted to. But why would you want to? Itâs not like youâre missing anything. Iâm not anything special.â
You can hear the countdown starting, but it sounds distant to your ears as your heart pounds faster. âI mean, Iâm sure youâre a good kisser. Why wouldnât you be? Not that youâre like a ladyâs man.â
Bucky glances around him, the team giving him encouraging looks as they near zero and you just keep going âBut like you were, you know. Not that itâs a bad thi-â
You're thankfully interrupted abruptly by Buckyâs lips on yours just as everyone yells âHappy New Yearâ and gold and black confetti starts falling down on you.
You can't even begin to comprehend what's happening but your body does, kissing him back almost immediately.
It feels like forever and also too soon when he pulls away, you can't even hearing the chaos around you anymore.
All that exists is you and Bucky and his eyes and his arms around your waist and yours around his neck and his lips that you wanted to kiss again and kiss forever and never stop.
âYou have no idea how long Iâve been wanting to do thatâ he says after a few seconds. Or maybe days. Weeks? Hours? It doesnât matter.
All that matters is the bright smile he gives you when you say âMe too.â
He kisses you again, but this time the spell is broken by the teamâs whistles and cheers.Â
When you pull away youâre both blushing a little, you glance around you and see all the smug faces of the idiots you love to death, Buckyâs attention never leaving you.
âAnd by the way,â Bucky says, gaining your attention once more. âyou have more qualities than you think,â he then pointed at your chest âYou have this.â
You looked down to where he was pointing before saying âI do have great tits, yes.â
When you looked back at him he was blushing even harder and looked like he was having a hard time maintaining eye contact, while you were more relaxed now that the kiss took away all the awkwardness, but trying hard not to laugh.Â
â... I meant heartâ he said after a few moments of silence.
âEither or.â you answered, shrugging and when you heard the snickers of the team around you, you couldnât help but join them, followed by a still blushing Bucky.
Yep, this year is definitely gonna be an interesting one.
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